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A/N: Another commission of mine.
Lettuce had always been a shy girl, ever since her childhood, and because of that, she had gotten fairly good at holding back when her bladder got full. She found that simply holding it was often much easier for her than getting up the nerve to excuse herself, and that finding the words to say what she needed was much too embarrassing for her. But after she became a Mew, she discovered that her water powers actually benefited her a lot on that front, and that if she focused her powers on her bladder, then she could hold back for even longer than before. It seemed that no matter how bad things got, she was able to endure with her powers.
One day at the cafe, when they were incredibly busy, she was using that to her advantage. Her bladder was so uncomfortably full that she had to do everything she could to keep working at the pace she needed to, and when it was time for her to go home, she had to resist the urge to sigh in relief. When she went to get changed out of her uniform, she would be able to go, and the problem would be solved.
Unfortunately, just as she was getting ready to do this, Ryou called a meeting in the back, and looked incredibly serious as he did so. Lettuce reluctantly followed the other girls, where he grimly informed them that the presence of a chimera anima had been detected, and that they would have to transform right away to pursue it. Though Lettuce really needed to visit the bathroom before she left, she was much too shy to say so, and did not do it, hoping that her bladder would not fail her before the battle was over and she could return home.
As soon as they happened upon the creature, they began to fight with all their strength...or, at least, the other girls did. Lettuce had to focus too much on her own situation, and the water of her attacks did not help her hold on in the slightest. In the end, she found herself hanging back more often than not, because getting directly involved would only hinder her teammates further and make things harder on herself. It was because of this that she was such an easy target.
Before she knew what was happening, Pai had appeared behind her and grabbed her, and she was gone before her teammates noticed and before she could scream for help. The next thing she knew, he had teleported her to a lab and was strapping her down to an examination table, and though she struggled, she could not break the bonds that held her down.
“I've captured you because I feel that studying your biology will better help us understand how to defeat you,” he said by way of explanation, before preparing himself to do some tests. She was so close to her limit that she could not afford to use her powers for anything else but holding it, which meant that she could not use her powers to escape.
She knew that she would not be able to hold it if she tried to wait this out, but her shyness would not allow her to give in, and she kept fighting to hold on, even knowing how useless it was. Struggling against time, she squirmed a bit under her bonds, and if Pai noticed, he probably thought that it was just another pathetic attempt at escaping and did not comment on it.
Her bladder throbbed, begging for relief that she would not grant it, and Pai got a needle to take a blood sample from her. It took all she had not to lose control when the prick of the needle made her jolt a bit, and she just barely managed to keep the flood at bay while he put his sample away for safekeeping and took something else to scrape at the palm of her hand for a skin sample. This also caused her enough pain that her bladder nearly gave out on her, and Lettuce grit her teeth, willing to do anything keep from wetting herself, even knowing that it was inevitable.
Lettuce squeezed her thighs together, trying to keep her breathing even and trying to keep from crying even though tears threatened to fall. Her control was wearing thin, and there was nothing she would be able to do to convince Pai to let her go for even a second, even if she weren't too shy to ask him in the first place. All she could do was lay there and fight against something that she knew she could not avoid in the long run.
When he began a basic physical examination of her, she knew that she was doomed, and she bit her lip as he ran his hands along her. His touches were not intimate in nature and were purely for the sake of his studies, but it was still more than she was used to from somebody else and it caused her resolve to weaken anymore. Using all of her willpower, she refused to wet herself yet, especially not when he was so close like this, but then his hand rested on her lower abdomen, and though he was not doing it intentionally, Pai applied just enough pressure to push her over the edge.
The slight amount of pressure was too much for her bladder to handle, and she let out a pathetic cry as she felt her control slipping once and for all, and then no force on earth could stop the sudden rush of urine. Her bladder had been so full that this went on for quite a while, and Pai just watched curiously as she soaked through her costume and it began to puddle on the table beneath her.
“Stop staring at me!” she shouted, tears finally falling and her face bright red in humiliation. Surprised by her outburst, he actually complied, giving her the slightest bit of privacy as her bladder emptied itself. The puddle extended over the edge of the table, pouring off onto the floor on both sides until it formed another large puddle beneath the table, and when Pai looked back, he was surprised at how much liquid she had been able to contain. He had a moment to make a mental note of that for future study before Lettuce's anger and humiliation overtook her.
Without her powers being used for anything else, she was able to summon a large torrent of water into his lab, which shorted out the electricity and allowed her freedom from her bonds. Not only that, but any traces of her accident were washed away, and Pai had no choice but to flee, teleporting and leaving her by herself.
She gave a small sigh of relief to know that she had made it out of that alive. It had been embarrassing, but she had survived it, and now all there was left to do was try to find her way home from wherever Pai had taken her. |
The following story contains mostly male desperation.
Lauren's Game
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Lauren and Troy had only just arrived at the store, and already they were behind schedule. They had precisely 35 minutes to pick out a birthday present for their close friend Kate, check out at the register, and get back to the bus stop if they were to make it to the post office before closing. Even postmarked today, it might arrive a day late if the stars weren’t quite in alignment.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” Lauren remarked as they proceeded into the store. She started at a clip toward the back corner of the store, housewares, which she thought would be the best place to start. Troy tried to keep pace.
Before they’d even gotten ten steps past the entrance, the couple passed a door labeled “Women.” A moment later, “Men.” Troy attempted to seize the opportunity. “Let me just offload that soda I drank before we get into this,” he told Lauren, starting toward this latter door.
Lauren checked her watch mischievously, feigning a small amount of annoyance. “Babe, we really have to find them a present and get to the post office. Can you just wait until we find something, and then you can pee while I’m paying for it?”
Lauren was, perhaps, not being entirely honest in her motivation to delay him. The truth was she got a little bit of a rush, sometimes, trying to delay Troy’s bladder just a bit. She’d never told him, of course; and she was careful not to get carried away. But there was something exciting about knowing that her boyfriend was approaching a full tank. Besides, it really would be more efficient if he waited.
Troy looked slightly annoyed at the suggestion---it’ll take sixty seconds, one could almost hear him thinking. And you were the one who encouraged me to get the large soda at lunch, he might add. But he didn’t protest. “Alright, where do we start?,” he asked, getting down to business.
Lauren led her boyfriend to housewares, where they began perusing the options. Some scented candles? Lauren could scarcely concentrate on the options, what with all the excitement happening in her boyfriend’s pants. And her own pants. She could do with a visit to the little girl’s room herself. But if she’d done that, there would’ve been no way of stopping Troy from doing the same. And then the game would’ve been over before it even started.
“Which of these candles do you like best?,” Lauren asked, indicating three that she’d pulled from the shelves.
“They all look fine to me,” Troy told her, glancing at his watch, “Why don’t you just pick one while I pop off? I trust your judgment.”
“Don’t you care about getting Kate a nice gift?,” Lauren teased him. “I want your input. And they’re scented---you have to actually smell them to make a decision. Here, this one’s called ‘Lemon Waterfall.’” She handed him a yellow candle.
Troy reluctantly held it up to his nose. Lauren studied him for any reaction. She couldn’t pass up the chance to tease him just a little bit. That was part of the fun of the game---trying to appear innocent while being not quite.
“That’s nice and summery, isn’t it? Like a great big pitcher of lemonade, sloshing around as it gets passed from person to person at an outdoor picnic.”
“Yes, it’s nice,” was all Troy said in reply. He seemed less than fully enthusiastic.
There was some ensuing discussion of the other scents, not all of which was contrived as part of Lauren’s game---it really was hard to settle on just the right item.
“Ooh! Kitchen things,” Lauren shot off across the aisle, beckoning Troy to follow. Yet another set of discussions ensued. Troy remained unenthusiastic maintained a mostly patient demeanor as they considered a wine rack and various kitchen appliances, before ultimately circling back to a pair of scented candles.
With the gift picked out and the two of them in line at the register to pay for, Troy indicated that he would pop off now to relieve himself.
“Let me make sure I have my credit card before you disappear,” Lauren said, unable to resist delaying him just a little longer. As she dug through every compartment of her purse except the correct one, she wondered silently just how badly he needed to go. Probably not all that terribly badly. She herself was merely approaching the high end of uncomfortable; and past experience would suggest that she filled up faster than he did.
Eventually, she relented and pulled out the card. They didn’t have a lot of time to get to the bus stop. With any luck, Troy would make it back in time to take over in line so she could empty her own bladder while he checked out. As much fun as she was having with her little game, she did not want to put their rest stop in jeopardy. The post office did not have a customer restroom; and, while she could probably hold it until they got home if she absolutely had to, it would not be a pleasant experience.
Lauren studied Troy’s motion as he walked off in the direction of his relief, hoping for some clue as to just how much fluid was built up between his legs. She couldn’t help but imagine him carrying just as much as her own body did at that moment. He probably didn’t---probably wouldn’t have let her draw it out that long if it were that bad. But it was a tantalizing idea, every step reminding him just how full he was, the stream that would pour from his penis when he finally got to let it out. If only they weren’t under such tight scheduling constraints, she’d have been secretly hoping for a little bit of a line to delay him longer still. She pictured him shifting a little as penis after penis from the line in front of him lazily dribbled far less urgent loads into the urinals---loads that got addressed first because she hadn’t let him join the line when he’d first wanted to. But even if she had the power to somehow magically conjure such a line, this wasn’t the time for it. They had places to be. And she had her own stream that really needed to pour out.
As if in answer to that thought, Troy rejoined her in the checkout line remarkably quickly.
“All better?,” she asked him with a smile.
“Closed for cleaning,” he muttered.
“Oh, um...” Lauren blushed a little. Part of her felt a bit guilty. Troy could’ve peed when they first arrived if she hadn’t been playing games with him. But a larger part of her was rather enjoying the predicament---Troy had to keep resisting that pressure on his sphincter, that nagging tingle at the base of his penis that could only be held at bay for so long before it came out of its own accord. Her heart pounded in excitement at this image of Troy---such a big, strong man in such an uncharacteristically vulnerable state... Clutching his manhood, unable to control his own body.
But what of her body? Lauren checked her watch. Less than ten minutes until the bus would leave, and there were still a couple people ahead of them in the checkout line. They didn’t have time for this. If she was going to pee, it was now or never. And she really did need it to be now.
“Is the ladies room open?,” she tried to ask as gently as she could.
“Yeah, it is,” he replied tersely.
Lauren got a rush at the idea of wetting while Troy couldn’t. And it must have shown on her face, because Troy suddenly looked a bit cross. Maybe a little more sympathy over the men’s room had been in order before dismissing his need in favor of hers.
Her bladder twitched as she weighed her options. Would it be wrong for her to go? The fact that she’d pressured him into this situation didn’t exactly earn her any karma points. But for her to go pee did seem like the logical course of action---at least to the extent she could think logically while delirious with the power of this fantasy playing out before her eyes. Based on historical data, she rationalized, he probably didn’t have to go as badly as she did. He could probably hold it for the rest of their excursion in a lesser state of agony than she would face if she were forced to wait---She wasn’t entirely sure she’d have made it home at all. She was in control for the moment; but an hour is a long time when your bladder is full.
“Do you mind if I…,” her voice trailed off, partly embarrassed by her actions but mostly overwhelmed by the rush of the situation. She was asking for permission to pee. Permission she desperately needed. Permission that the universe refused to grant him. What if misery wanted company? Can you just wait, she imagined him throwing her own words back at her. But then she had the trump card in all this. She had access to the ladies room.
“Yeah, go ahead, I’ll take care of this.” Troy gestured toward the register. “I’ll meet you out front.”
Lauren walked quickly to the bathroom, only seven minutes left until the bus. In hindsight, she probably shouldn’t have dragged out the game so long.
Sure enough, the men’s room had a sign propped in front of it. “Closed for cleaning.” The ladies’ room, however, was freely welcoming those endowed with the appropriate genitalia. There were other women in there; but---thank god---a free stall. 5 minutes to the bus. She shot inside of it and tore down her pants and underwear. Her bare butt hovering over the toilet, she peed as fast as she could. It was quite a stream, as was a common side effect of her keep-away game with Troy’s restroom access. But that too was part of the fun---both people holding. She shuddered in an almost sadistic pleasure at the thought of Troy’s own penis wanting to unleash a stream just like her own, wanting to feel that same sensation of it coursing down the line and out the exit.
Lauren wiped as quickly as she could, indulged in only the most cursory of hand-washing, and shot toward the store-front bus stop still drying her hands with the paper towel. She threw it in a nearby trash bin just as the bus was pulling up.
In continuation of the fates’ apparent cooperation with her fantasy, all of the bus seats were taken. They would have to stand, hanging on to the rail as they got jostled around. She really was starting to feel a little bit sorry for Troy. It was only supposed to be a little game. Still, her guilt notwithstanding, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying this. Having had a much-needed pee mere minutes ago, her bladder seemed to remember exactly how it felt to be full, exactly what Troy must be feeling right now. But just how badly did he need to go? That sense of mystery made the whole thing even more exciting, as her good and mischievous sides each hoped for different answers to that question. It was enough, though, that he’d wanted to interrupt their shopping more than half an hour ago to address it. That didn’t sound trivial.
As Lauren and Troy stood waiting on the bus, Troy reflected on the chain of events that had led to the present moment. Lauren was generally a very patient person; but unnecessary restroom breaks had long seemed to be the one exception to the rule. Today, they’d been under schedule constraints, so it was no surprise she’d been a little testy about any possibility of delay; but even during otherwise carefree days, a request for a rest stop seemed to garner the question “Can’t you wait?” even when he was fairly certain she must have to go too. (At least she was equitable in her impatience, Troy thought.) And so, as general rule, Troy tried not to request a break when it was only of the would-be-nice variety. If that was Lauren’s one major peeve, then he would try to accommodate it.
When they’d first passed the store’s restrooms, it had not been urgent, but perhaps of the would-be-very-nice variety. He probably wouldn’t have asked if they hadn’t been walking right past them; but if she were really so concerned about minimizing interruption then surely that had been a reasonably efficient opportunity to address his filling bladder. And, clearly, she’d needed a break as well. But if it would make her happy, he’d reasoned, there was no great harm in holding it until checkout.
Or so he’d thought. That closed-for-cleaning sign had come at a most inopportune moment. Part of him wished it had been the ladies’ room that was closed, just to give her a taste of her own medicine. But to be fair, she couldn’t have been expected to foresee that monkey wrench.
Fair or not, though, Troy couldn’t help but envy Lauren’s freshly empty state as the contents of his bladder sloshed inside him with every bump and turn of the bus. It was going to be rough if he had to hold this all the way home. He tried to think through his options. The public front-end of the post office was quite small. He was fairly certain there was no customer restroom there. Maybe if he asked nicely they’d help him out? Or was it some kind of federal offense to let strangers back/ where the mail is? What about the surrounding areas? It was mostly residential, immediately around the post office. He could maybe try to find a secluded spot among some trees if he really had to. The other side of the street maybe had somewhere he could go; but it was a busy street and there weren’t any crosswalks in the immediate area. The most quickly-accessible semi-public bathroom was probably several blocks north. Can’t you wait?, he could almost hear Lauren objecting. But she’d had a chance to pee. She couldn’t very well object now.
The bus came to a stop outside the post office, the change in motion very much registered by Troy’s bladder. He tucked his penis gently between his legs, squeezing his thighs together slightly to counter the sudden impulse to let it fly.
After the two had disembarked and the bus pulled away, Troy resolved again to address the matter.
“Hey, Lauren, I need to find a bathroom. What do you say we split up? You mail the package; and I’m just going to head down that way until I find something.”
“I’d rather not---I can never remember Kate’s address,” Lauren began to object.
“I can text it to you while I walk,” Troy countered.
“Can you please just tough it out a little longer, babe? Then we’ll find you somewhere to go, I promise.”
Troy was not thrilled with her resistance. He really did need to go. But it probably wouldn’t take long to mail the package. And call it idiotic male ego, but he didn’t much care for the idea of admitting things were getting urgent. He liked to project an image of being strong and in control. And for some inexplicable reason, she looked like she really, genuinely didn’t want to split up. How could he say no to those big, brown eyes looking up at him hopefully? Of course he’d hold it for her if that would make her happy. So he tensed his sphincter further still; and the two of them walked inside the post office.
There was a short line, which they joined. Troy maneuvered himself behind Lauren’s back, giving his penis a brief squeeze. Lauren seemed very interested in engaging with him, though, and quickly maneuvered back into a side-by-side stance, putting her arm around his back.
When they finally got to the front of the line, Lauren asked for a shipping box as Troy leaned against the counter, discreetly giving himself another squeeze.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a public bathroom here, would you?” he tried to ask as casually as he could.
“No, sorry,” the clerk replied, handing Lauren the box and a mailing label to fill out. Troy grimaced a little. His lower abdomen was getting quite swollen. Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed to tough it out. Lauren filled in the return address and the recipients name, and then slid it over to Troy to fill in the details.
“What was it? Oak street?,” she asked him.
“Pine street,” Troy replied, reluctantly pulling his hand away from crotch in order to accept the pen she was handing him.
“Right, Pine street...” She put her arm around him again. He could help but bounce a little as he filled in the address. His bladder felt so swollen. He hoped she’d mistake it for nervous energy.
With their mission finally accomplished, the two emerged from the post office a mere ten minutes before closing---just in time.
“I’m just going to pee in the woods,” he told Lauren, trying still to make it sound like a matter of convenience rather than absolute necessity. Internally, however, he was getting quite frantic.
“You sure you don’t want to just hold it until we get home?,” Lauren couldn’t resist asking, “The bus will be here any minute.”
Troy curtseyed a little. A small spurt escaped from his penis. His hand shot back down to his crotch, squeezing tightly to stem the flow.
“No, I think I’d better not,” he told Lauren, blushing slightly, and went off toward the trees without waiting for a response. He was trying not to admit it to her, but he was out of time.
“I’ll come stand guard,” she chased after him.
His fly was unzipped the moment he reached the tree line. As he hobbled into the woods, he withdrew his penis, squeezing it tightly in his hand as he tried to make it a few steps further. A long spurt shot out of him uncontrollably, splashing onto the ground. In another step, he’d given up entirely, letting it flow furiously, leaning against a tree for support as his whole body nearly buckled from the relief.
The hissing sound was something incredible. Lauren circled around to get a view of the action. One would think he had a gallon inside of him from the way it kept pouring out of him. All because she asked him to hold it for her. Her heart pounded in her chest.
After his stream slowed, first to a trickle and then to a sputtering stop, Troy put his penis away and rezipped his fly. A tiny wet patch remained as a reminder of his struggle. He tried to adjust his pants so it would be less obvious.
“You looked like you really need that,” Lauren remarked, drawing excitedly closer.
“Yeah, well…,” Troy tried to think of a way to brush it off.
But Lauren didn’t want it brushed off. She put her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him passionately. Today’s game had gone far better than she’d expected. |
I wrote this awhile ago and put it on another omo site, but in case people here haven't read it here it is. Hopefully I can write more soon but I'm more occupied with my original works, which also have wetting. But I digress, here's "Bulma Wets Her Bed", a retelling of episode 6 where Oolong drugs her in an attempt to feel her up. Only in this story his intentions are more catered to what we would've likely done.
“Now shoo, Piggie. I haven’t peed all day!”
Oolong snickered as he left the bathroom to Bulma, who was already undressing. All day she had teased and tortured him. They just met and already she had bent him to her will. Any attempts to escape her clutches would end in a horrible case of the runs. Now he was sharing his mobile home with the snooty girl and the strong boy she traveled with. His life had taken a major turn, and he didn’t like it at all.
During dinner he had tried thinking of how to get back at Bulma. He had already planned to use a sleeping potion to sneak away some of their valuables (as well as get a peek at the sleeping Bulma…) But this chick was really pissing him off. He wanted to humiliate her after all the abuse he had. And seeing her need to pee gave him the perfect idea.
“I always wanted to see a chick wet the bed!” he thought, “Maybe I could put that sleeping potion in the green tea I have in the fridge! That’ll fill her up nicely. But just to make sure, I’ll put her hand in some warm water to ease her bladder. That way I can be there right when it starts! My bed will get soaked, but boy will it be worth it!
After Bulma voided her bladder, she hopped in the tiny tub for a long, hot shower. As she steamed up the room, Goku shared the Dragon Balls with Oolong. Oolong barely listened however. His mind was glued on the accident he was going to make Bulma have. Outside the house, Yamcha was also lurking around, looking for revenge. He overheard the story of the Dragon Balls, and already had a plan of his own.
Bulma dried off and wrapped her white body in a towel and looked for Oolong’s pajamas. She was more than pissed to see how small they were. They wouldn’t even work as underwear! She stormed into the kitchen and began yelling at the pig.
“You’re not cute at all, you know! I said I needed pajamas!” Oolong just realized what this meant. He would not only see her pissing the bed, but pissing the bed in the nude!
“W-well, you should’ve known mine wouldn’t fit you. You’re not THAT petite!” Oolong stammered. He reached into the fridge and mixed the green tea. Bulma debated in her mind and groaned.
“Fine! At least it’s the desert so I won’t be cold. But all my clothes better be clean when I wake up!”
“Yes, your majesty,” smirked Oolong. He bore the insults and demands for just a while longer. By morning, her clothes would be the least of her worries, he told himself smugly. “I made you guys some tea. It, uh, always helps me sleep better.”
“How sweet. Even pigs have some charm,” chirped Bulma. She was clearly thirsty, for she downed the glass in one big gulp. Oolong smiled, hoping she gets too tired to pee before settling in.
“I’m so tired I could sleep forever…” moaned Goku. After today’s fight with the bandit, Goku deserved a rest. But Oolong couldn’t let the kid interfere with his plan. He’d love to invite him in on the fun, but he knew he’d squeal to her.
“Drink it anyway, I bet your grandpa drank this all the time to get big and strong,” he insisted. Luckily that convinced the child, and he too sipped it down. Almost instantly, Bulma became drowsy.
“I’ve had such a long day. So where’s the bed?” Oolong pointed upstairs. Bulma warned him one more time to not do anything but wash her clothes tonight, or else he’d get another attack of diarrhea. Oolong rolled his eyes. If he could get Bulma to piss the bed, he could tolerate anything she dished out.
Goku was already dozing off. He knew Bulma would fall asleep soon as well, but he had no idea how fast her bladder would fill. He decided to wait a little bit before going up. He made sure Goku was out for the night, and then he went to the sink and ran it until the water was lukewarm. Then the pig quietly got a bowl and filled it up.
Oolong tiptoed slowly up the steps. He reached the top and eyed Bulma, lying on her side with her face resting on her hands. Oolong set the bowl down and thought of how to get her hands out from under her face. Just in case her bladder was already full and about to void, he pulled up the sheets to expose her naked waist. He had a small nosebleed from the sight. Her skin and the bed were dry. There was still time, so he gently began to move her right arm. As he pulled it out, he caught sight of her bare breast, and that was almost too much for him. He had to turn away to focus. He was sweating profusely, in spite of being a pig!
When Oolong looked back up, he saw that Bulma had turned. She was lying on her back, with both arms spread up on the pillow, exposing everything. Screw the Dragon Balls, he thought, my wish is coming true! He picked up the bowl and set it carefully alongside the pillow. Then he carried her left wrist over as gently as possible. He lowered her fingers into the lukewarm water. Quickly, he stepped over her waist and stared intently. Her belly rose with each breath. Below her bellybutton, there was a small bulge from her bladder. Her legs didn’t move at all. She seemed so relaxed – so why wasn’t her bladder letting go?
“What if this trick doesn’t work?” he whispered to himself. “Maybe this chick’s bladder is too strong. I mean she managed to hold it all day…” As Oolong pondered, Yamcha and Pu’ar snuck into the house. He heard footsteps and gasped.“No…n-no way!” Oolong screamed in his mind. He gave Goku just as much sleeping powder as he gave Bulma, and he was the one fighting all day. How could he be awake already? Oolong glanced down the stairs and saw (what appeared to be) Goku walking around. He was all but happy.‘What the hell? Is this kid just invincible to everything? He’s gonna ask why I’m up here, and if he tells Bulma anything… My ass is gonna get blown out!’ He turned to Bulma, whose body was still exposed. ‘I know’, he thought, ‘I’ll just cover her up and take her form!’ Pu’ar, disguised as Goku, just started climbing the steps; but as Oolong pulled up the covers, he saw her fingers in the bowl of water and checked to see if she peed while he wasn’t looking. She hadn’t. ‘Damn it! All my best plans get screwed!’ He wanted to do something to get back at her, and either way he had to get rid of the water before he got caught. Then he had one more idea.
He lifted her covers again and poured the bowl out over her crotch and thighs. It kind of looked like she wet. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying, but hopefully she’d buy it when she woke. Then he covered her and transformed just as Goku entered the room. Neither one had a clue they were being duped. But trying to keep his cover, Oolong agreed to follow Goku, who was really Pu’ar, outside. On his way out, Oolong took one last look at the covered-up Bulma.
Inside Bulma’s mind, she was having a rather unpleasant dream. She was reliving the other day, being carried off by a hungry pterodactyl. She was powerless as Goku tried to save her; all the while her aching bladder was threatening to void itself. As she recreated the horrifying fall from the air in her subconscious, Yamcha entered the room, unaware of the sleeping, naked Bulma under the covers.
“This is how they hide their crap? A sheet?” he snickered. “I bet these are their Dragon Balls.” He clutched one of the covered mounds and found himself squeezing it. “Hmm, I wonder why Dragon Balls are so squishy… Maybe they’re real dragon’s-“ Suddenly, Yamcha paused. He heard a strange squirting sound. A hiss was coming from under the covers. He was very puzzled as a tiny stain appeared through the fabric.
“Just what are they hiding?” he murmured. He pulled the covers away and panicked. The girl from earlier was sprawled on her back, totally naked. He tried to look away, but a spreading puddle around her bottom caught his attention. Pee squirted from her crotch. Bulma was urinating in her sleep! The sight didn’t calm Yamcha in the slightest! He stumbled down the stairs and collapsed in front of Pu’ar, who realized that the girl had been inside all along. Pu’ar led his friend away and into the night.
Bulma slept through everything, including wetting the bed. Her stream weakened to a dribble. As her nightmare ended, she shivered and pulled the covers back up, and she stayed sleeping all night covered in her own urine.
Oolong ran back into the vehicle and grabbed a rifle. Now one was breaking in under his watch! Now and then he considered going back up to see if Bulma’s bladder finally gave way, but he now convinced himself that a teenage girl wetting the bed wasn’t gonna happen. But back upstairs Bulma had done just that.
The next morning, as the sun rose, Bulma blinked herself awake. After stretching her arms and legs, she took notice of her throbbing head and the damp sheets. I guess it’s a good thing I slept naked, she thought. It must’ve been boiling last night! But it took Bulma a second to notice the smell. It was too thick to be sweat. She also noticed that it was only wet around her butt… Her heart raced as she propped herself up on her elbows and kicked off the sheets. A startled chirp escaped her lips. Bulma had done the deed in Oolong’s bed. She peed the sheets!
“Damn it! I don’t believe this…” she muttered under her breath. “Why did I wet the bed? This only happens when I drink…” Feelings of embarrassment, confusion, sadness and anger flowed through her body.
Back downstairs Goku awoke as well. Oolong didn’t notice until the kid ran through the car screaming, “GOTTA PEE! GOTTA PEE!!” Oolong just sighed and yawned. Bulma heard Goku’s race to the bathroom and wondered how he had held it in and she didn’t. They both drank the tea so it’s not like she had to go more. Her head already hurt so she decided to forget it and hide as much evidence as she could. But as she sat up and swung her legs over, she noticed the bowl that Oolong left beside the bed. There was a tiny bit of water left on the bottom – enough to give Bulma a clue about Oolong’s prank…"
That stupid pig! He’s messing with the wrong girl!” Leaping up, Bulma knelt over the hole in the floor while covering her bare chest. At the top of her lungs, she yelled, “PEE-PEE-PEE-PEE-PEEEEEEEE!!!!!”
Almost automatically, Oolong grabbed his ass and darted to the toilet. Goku walked out in time for him to run in and slam the door. He made it just before he blew. Outside the room he heard Bulma’s loud voice.
“I’M GONNA GIVE YOU SOOOO MUCH HELL!!!” she bellowed. Oolong just groaned. His whole plan had backfired.
“So this is what I get huh? At least she thinks she wet the bed,” he told himself.
If only he knew… |
Lady Jane shifted uncomfortably in her seat as yet another goblet of wine was filled in front of her. She stared at the cup, full to the brim with liquid and knew she had no choice but to drink it all. Lord Salford was laughing next to her – completely oblivious to her plight. She tried not to grimace as she raised the glass to her lips. This was not how she hoped the ball would go.
Every eligible noble lady in the kingdom had accepted the invitation to the King’s ball, and Jane had been as excited as any of them. Her mother had impressed upon her the importance of finding a suitable husband as soon as she could – and not letting him out of her sight. After a series of foreign wars there were too few young single men left at the royal court; if Jane did not secure a man tonight she might lose her chance altogether.
Salford was perfect – he was handsome, respectable and kind. He asked Jane for three dances before inviting her to sit and share a drink with him. That had been hours ago – now after six full goblets of watered down wine Jane was feeling very, very full.
She was grateful to be seated, as at least it meant she could surreptitiously squeeze her thighs together under the wooden banquet table without anyone seeing. Her voluminous dress also afforded some benefits – she was able to tightly cross her legs at the ankles, for example. However, she had also followed the latest fashion and worn a corset to show off her tiny waist – she cursed that decision now as it left no room for her stretched, overfull bladder.
She’d considered excusing herself more than once, but the shame of confessing her need to Salford combined with her fear that if she left his side another pretty young squire’s daughter might swoop in prevented her from doing so. Now Jane was really desperate.
She wished she cold loosen the strings on her corset, anything to relieve some of the pressure on her poor straining abdomen. She twisted her fingers in her lap, wishing she could thrust a hand between her legs and hold herself – but she was far too well bred for such coarse behaviour.
Lord Salford, deep in a conversation about hunting with the man sitting next to him, flashed a smile at Jane and patted her knee. She smiled back serenely, trying not to let it show on her face that when he patted her like that he sent a jolt directly to her bladder, causing it to scream its displeasure. She sipped some more wine.
Jane looked across the busy ballroom and saw her best friend, Anne, leaving for her third trip to the privy. Jane longed to get up and follow her friend out of the room, down the corridor and towards the private room beside the courtyard where she could finally squat over the wooden seat there and finally release the torrent of water inside of her.
She bit her lip to stop from crying out – the mere fantasy of finally relieving herself was almost too much to bear. She felt her urine pushing down on her sex, threatening to leak.
“Are you all right, Lady Jane?” Salford asked, looking concerned. She tried to look calm,
“Very well, thank you sir,” she smiled, summoning every strength to appear completely at ease.
“Shall we have another dance?” He asked, his handsome eyes twinkling with mirth.
Jane couldn’t bear the thought of physical exercise now – not when she was on the edge of losing her composure entirely! But what choice did she have but to grimly hold on?
She climbed stiffly to her feet – her bladder felt heavy as a stone; if she weren’t confined in her awful corset she was sure it would be bulging out of her dress. The shock of standing up caused a sudden spasm of pain and she lost control – a short squirt of pee trickled down her leg, soaking into her heavy underclothes. She gasped and clutched herself, managing to halt the flow before quickly pulling her hand away, colour rising in her cheeks.
“Oh!”
“My lady, are you quite well?” Salford took her arm and looked into her eyes, full of concern. She looked down, demurely, horrified that she had almost disgraced herself in front of him and determined to contain her fluids.
“A little warm, perhaps,” She responded, quietly.
“Yes, it is warm in here – let’s take a turn around the grounds, eh? Get you some fresh air.”
“Oh, well… if you insist…” Jane felt completely helpless as Salford took her by the arm and led her out of the ballroom. She should have felt thrilled that she had managed to secure some time alone with the handsome Lord, but every step was agony.
They walked down the corridor, Jane throwing a longing look at the door to the ladies privy as they walked past it and out into the chill night air.
The drop in temperature made it even more difficult for Jane to hold back the impending flood. She was barely able to remain upright as Salford led her into the dark hedge maze – a popular place for courting couples at these balls.
“Oh please… what if we get lost?” She whimpered as they turned a corner into the shadowy labyrinth.
“We have all night to find our way out,” Salford replied, coyly.
All night! Jane was at her wits end. She wondered if she could let a little more out – just to relieve the pressure. If she was very careful and controlled it might just run down her leg – he needn’t ever know…
She froze, suddenly. She simply couldn’t wait a moment longer, she was bursting! “Oh, please…” She whispered.
“Lady Jane?” Salford turned to find out why she’d stopped. He took in her frozen posture and pained expression – and a smile crept across his lips. Could it be that this lovely young lady needed to pee? His cock twitched as he watched her squirm, trying to hide her clear desperation.
“My Lord… I must retire…. I must…”
“Oh don’t leave!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Lady Jane screamed inwardly as Lord Salford squeezed her waist and pulled her close to him, pressing against her rock hard bladder.
“Here, you are tired from a=the evening’s frivolities – come and sit.” The Lord had a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulled the helpless young woman towards a small stone love seat.
Jane was momentarily relieved – perhaps she could hold a little longer sitting down – or perhaps she could release a little more of her pent up pee into her heavy underclothes… he might not notice. Then – horror of horrors! – he pulled her onto his lap!
“Oh, please my Lord, no… it’s not proper…”
“Come now, my Lady,” He was whispering in her ear, guiding her onto his lap where his cock strained furiously against his breeches. He pulled up the back of her skirts and ran his hand over the damp crotch of her underclothes. She shamelessly pushed against his fingers, desperate for anything to stem the flood. “I know what you need,” He whispered, as she squirmed in his lap, whimpering, “Do it, Jane, let it go…”
With that he gave her waist a sharp squeeze and Lady Jane gasped, unable to contain her waters any longer. She sighed deeply with relief, sinking into Lord Salfords lap as her pee jetted out of her in torrents. It was the most wonderful feeling of release, she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it. Salford himself groaned as he felt his hard prick bathed in her warm liquids, cumming uncontrollably into his own underwear.
“Well, my dear Lady,” Lord Salford breathed into Jane’s ear, “I should very much like to enjoy your company again.” |
Hello, readers. Many of you are probably familiar with my medieval omorashi series, Lunambra. This is a complete reboot of that series, now taking place in a high-fantasy world with all the magic associated with such a genre. It features many of the same characters, and some new ones as well. The main series has come to a close, and I cannot find the inspiration to write spinoffs when every character is right where I want them. This is by far the longest story I've ever written, by a few thousand words. Be warned that this is not simply Omorashi fiction - It is an intense and dramatic tale of magic and war, not meant for a quick wank & walk. Since this story is so long, if you wish to read it in multiple sittings, simply remember the chapter number you're on and CTRL+F the number. And so I present: Dreams of Lunambra - Book One.
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Part One – Rain
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Marina sighed as she waved her hand at the last lit torch in the hall and watched the lesser air spell float over it and envelop the flame, extinguishing it quickly. She dropped her arm and turned for the servant's quarters, pausing to squeeze her legs together for a moment. Finally done. I really need a wee...I hope someone remembered to empty our chamberpot, I don't know if I could even make it to the window...
She began slowly making her way through the dark halls by muscle memory, turning right at the end and proceeding towards the wooden door that led into the large chamber where the castle's servants slept each night. A few meters from the door, she felt her bladder throb and she stopped, bending over slightly and gritting her teeth. Come on, Marina. Just a little more. She brushed her long red hair from her eyes, taking a second to squeeze her left hand tightly against her womanhood. She took a few more steps and knew the door was right in front of her. She reached out for the knob, blind in the darkness. Instead of the iron bar she anticipated, she felt soft and warm flesh.
Marina squeaked and jumped back, gasping as a burst of wee forced its way out of her and dripped onto the floor under her simple cotton dress. She double-crossed her legs, nearly falling over in the process, and opened her eyes wide towards the door. “Who are you?” she called out, trying and failing to insert a threatening tone into her voice.
“Oh no, I'm caught!” a humored male voice shot back. “To the stockades with me!”
Marina exhaled deeply and relaxed; or at least as much as she could without emptying her bladder on the spot. “Baeden! Bloody hell, I've missed you so much. I did not expect you back until the morning. I can't believe you've done this, I'm nearly wetting my dress.”
“All the better for me,” the Prince said with an obvious smirk in his voice. “I've missed you too, you beautiful girl. We've never been apart for this long since we first lay together. I was going to camp for the night, but I decided to force journey's end when I saw stormclouds forming earlier in the evening. Also, I did not want to spend one more night away from you. I'm guessing the rain should be starting any moment now.”
“If I hear it raining, I'll wee immediately. Are you going to let me through?”
“You should know better than that by now, Marina,” Baeden responded.
Marina sighed but smiled. “Figured it was worth a try. So, what are we going to do tonight?”
“We're going up on the turret of my tower, before the rains start. There's something I want to show you,” he said. The humor fell from his voice, replaced by a soft, loving tone that told her that she was in for something nice. She felt him take her hand and lead her away from the relief that her room would bring, but she did not mind. When she was with Baeden, the throbbing pressure in her belly was a welcome feeling, a sensation that she had learned to love. She did her best to walk properly, but it was difficult with her bladder so full.
“Baeden, wait,” Marina panted. “I honestly won't make it to the tower. I got held up earlier, the Queen had me pick up some new dress from the tailor and it took me over an hour to get it done. I really need to let a little out if you want anything from me tonight.”
Baeden stopped and sighed. “Let me check, then,” he whispered, grasping Marina around the back of her waist with his left hand and placing his right over her belly.
Marina looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes and a playful frown. “If you do that, I really might not be able to hold it in. Are you willing to clean up after me?”
“You know I am,” Baeden confirmed. He placed his hand on her bladder and gave it a soft push. Marina inhaled sharply and leaned back into his arm, squeezing her eyes shut and holding her legs together. He gently massaged her stretched skin, periodically pressing into her with his thumb. “Seems like you really are full. Let us see what we can do about that...” He increased the strength of his hand against her, and despite how hard she fought, she felt her hold slip and a thin, restrained stream of wee started flowing from her. It sprayed against the front of her beige dress, staining it all the way down to her knees and splattering onto the floor.
She felt maybe three seconds of relief before Baeden released his grip on her bladder. She immediately doubled over, shoving both of her hands against herself and breathing heavily. “Oh, fuck, that nearly made it worse. Give me a moment...” She stood still like a statue, trying to regain control of her muscles that were internally screaming at her for giving them such a quick tease of relief. About thirty seconds later, she stood straighter and gave Baeden a nod. “I think I'm alright for now.”
“Good,” Baeden said simply. He stepped towards Marina and held his hand out over her dress. “Are you ready?”
“Always,” she answered. Baeden closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, and Marina felt the weight of her wet dress fading away as the liquid was pulled from the cotton. Streams of the very light yellow fluid formed into a small orb, joining the little bit that had fallen to the floor. Baeden the Water Prince turned his hand over, and the tiny orb of Marina's wee lifted above it, floating in the air between them.
Baeden exhaled again and opened his fingers wide, and the liquid evaporated before their eyes, floating away as nothing but a small puff of vapor, soon to dissipate above them. Baeden dropped his hand, smiling widely at Marina. “Water magic is so much more difficult with wee than it is with clear water. I'm not sure why it is, but if I keep practicing, maybe I can be the world's first powerful Piss Mage.”
Marina giggled and gave him a light punch in the shoulder. “Piss Mage, that's the worst thing I've ever heard,” she choked out, bending over again to hold herself through her laughter.
“Well, that's what it is, innit?” Baeden shot back, trying to stifle his own chuckling. “What the hell else can I call it?”
“Aye, you've got a point there,” Marina breathed. Anyway, let's get up to the tower, quickly. I'm still bursting.”
“As you say,” Baeden agreed, and he jogged ahead with Marina doing her best to keep up with him. She ignored the pulses sent by her heavy bladder bouncing against her privates with each step. They soon reached the bottom of the Prince's tower that held his chambers and his own private armory. He started up the stairs and Marina followed, pausing every few steps to breathe and hold herself. He politely waited for her at each break, and it took five minutes at her slow, desperate pace to reach the top. As if on cue, Marina heard the first of the raindrops as Baeden pushed the trapdoor to the roof open.
She stumbled out onto the turret behind him, falling onto her rear and twisting her legs together as far as they would go. “Oh, bloody hell, the rain makes holding it impossible!” she moaned, leaning back and folding her hands tightly against herself, squirming around on the stone floor like a playful cat.
“The sound of the rain, you say?” Baeden spoke softly. “That's why I brought you up here, to show you how much my power has grown since I last properly demonstrated it for you. See if this makes you feel any better.” With that, Baeden stood straight and thrust his arms out in either direction, and Marina's breath caught in her chest as the rain ceased immediately. It did not simply stop raining, rather the rain stopped, each drop floating freely in the air around them.
“Baeden,” Marina whispered with astonishment clear in her voice and her leaking bladder all but forgotten. “This magic is more powerful than I've ever seen. When did you learn how to do this?”
“Promise me. Swear to me that you will believe the truth as I tell it,” Baeden said to her, staring seriously into her eyes.
Marina let out a quick breath, shaking slightly as the dampness between her thighs threatened to grow if she did not attend to her desperate need soon. “How could you even ask that of me? You know that I trust you with my life and my soul both. Anything you say, I believe as the word of a god.”
Baeden lowered his arms. The floating raindrops vibrated slightly, but stayed in place as he leaned against the turret wall. “Were you informed of any details when I left for Great Oak a month ago?”
“I was,” Marina confirmed. She was leaning against the opposite wall, her right leg folded over her left and both hands nursing her bulging belly. She wanted so badly to empty herself on the roof right this second, but she did not want to distract Baeden from his tale. Every few seconds, a tiny drop of wee slipped past her grasp, unnoticeable on the wet floor of the castle turret. “From what I overheard in the council meeting, the ocean suddenly receded nearly ten kilometers from the village, and they were unable to get the fish and weeds they needed to survive. You left to bring them food aid. What happened over there?”
“Well, as you say, the town was dry and covered in rancid salt by the time I arrived. We delivered the food, and I spoke with the town's mayor. Apparently, nobody had gone to the water's edge in weeks, fearing the sudden resurgence of the tide. I decided to take the chance, foolishly believing that my pathetic water magic might be of some help. I walked the distance alone, it took most of the day, trudging through the sand and salt. The sun was getting low in the sky when I finally set foot in the sea. I did all I could think of, casting the few spells I knew into the endless ocean, trying to pull the water, obviously to no effect. The sun had nearly fallen below the horizon when I saw...”
Baeden's face went blank. He stared into the sky, seemingly lost in his own memories. His focus was so lost that the rain began to slowly descend, and it only stopped once Marina leaned forwards and placed her damp left hand on Baeden's shoulder, causing him to jump and regain sense. “Tell me, my Prince,” Marina whispered. “What did you see?”
“The Oceanic Primordial,” Baeden said simply. His gaze was still unfocused, but he held his eyes directly on hers.
Marina blinked. “You can't possibly-”
“It was,” Baeden stated firmly. “I was still splashing about at the water's edge when what was left of the sun's light faded. I knew it was too early, so I stopped what I was doing and looked towards the star. What I saw was a woman made from the ocean itself, at least a hundred kilometers from her feet to the crown of her head. She stood tall, towering above the setting sun, reflecting its light in every direction. She looked at me, Marina. Right at me, with glowing eyes mirroring the soul of the ocean itself. Her head many lengths beyond the clouds, and somehow she looked to me alone.”
Marina slid to the ground, her mouth hanging open. “One of the four creators of this Earth...gave you this power?” She tried so hard to keep her attention on the Prince, but the strong spurts of wee that were now nearly constantly shooting from her throbbing womanhood kept most of her thoughts on her own failing body.
“I do not know,” Baeden conceded. “She did not speak to me, or motion at me in any way. She just looked at me. And then she lost form, sinking back into the vastness. The tides returned, and I had no hope of standing against them. I was swept away and lost consciousness instantly, waking up in the forests outside Great Oak. The shores were completely annihilated, but both myself and the town somehow survived. Ever since that day, my magic has has been powerful enough to terrify even myself.”
Marina got to her knees and shifted to the other side of the turret, settling in snugly beside Baeden. “I cannot even begin to comprehend what you've seen,” she whispered. “But listen, I'm wetting myself right this second. We will explore your new strength on the new day, but for now I just want you to handle me as you always do. Release the rain and let us become one again.”
Baden closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them onto the woman he loved. He reached out with both hands and grasped the sides of her dress, lifting it above her privates which were now leaking freely. He undid his own drawstring and within seconds he was inside of her. The rain began to fall again right as she completely lost control of her waters, letting them flow all across Baeden's manhood and body. She gyrated and thrusted to match his own movements, feeling endless pleasure shooting up into her body as she let the relief take her over. She placed her hands across her belly and pushed in hard, and Baeden groaned his appreciation as her stream increased greatly against him. Between the rain and her own liquid, Baeden was soaked from head to toe, and the water twisted and churned around him as if responding to his emotions alone, absent thought of magic.
Ten minutes later, they both lay side by side, completely spent. Marina's bladder finally had the relief it had needed for so many hours, and Baeden was just laying there naked from the waist down, staring into space. As Marina felt herself drifting to sleep, she felt warmness against her right leg. She turned her head to Baeden to see him emptying his own bladder freely, his manhood laying to one side of his thigh, facing her. She reached out and took it, feeling the liquid pulse through him as it joined her own massive puddle that likely outweighed the rain itself.
They both stayed there for a long time, breathing heavily and enjoying the feel of the cool rain against their exhausted bodies. Eventually, Baeden sat up and got to his feet. “We should turn to our bed,” he said softly. “We must awaken early and prepare for Jarkan's party tomorrow. We have a long day ahead of us.”
Marina sighed and stood as well, exhaling as she let out the little bit of extra wee that had found its way to her bladder while they laid there. “Indeed. I'm the one who has to do all the work, anyway,” she quipped.
“Not to worry, I will keep you from the worst of it. Besides, with the old laws soon to be abolished, we shall be properly wed and you will have your rightful place as my Princess.”
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Part Two – Underground
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“My Queen, it is time to wake up. Jarkan's caravan has been spotted approaching the river."
Queen Jenara slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the morning light. “Naida? I thought I told you not to enter without knocking. What if I was indecent?”
The young brown-haired servant girl sighed. “My Queen, you do realize that I dress you every morning? I've seen all there is to see of you.”
“Just follow my command,” Jenara snapped. The truth was that she did not mind her servants seeing her naked, but she did not want to be caught over the chamberpot. No matter how intimately someone knew her, it would still be mortifying. She needed her morning relief, and now that Naida was here, there was no chance for it at the moment. Jenara yawned and blinked hard, and with one thought she was standing on the other side of her room, near her wardrobe. She stumbled slightly but caught herself quickly, grabbing onto the handle of the large piece of furniture. The first shift of the day was always disorienting, no matter how many times she experienced it.
“Do you really have to teleport around your own room? It is very startling,” Naida complained.
“It is not teleportation, and I keep telling you not to call it that,” Jenara said, ignoring Naida's displeasure. “I simply move faster than a lesser mind can comprehend. I call it 'Shifting,' and you should too.”
“Very well, my Queen,” Naida conceded. “Anyway, what will you wear for today's ceremonies?”
Jenara pulled open the wardrobe, looking at her massive collection of dresses, skirts, and corsets. “I cannot decide. I feel like red or purple would display power and give example that I will not back down easily, but I also do not want to appear overly aggressive. Light blue or emerald would seem more peaceful, but I do not want their ambassador to see me as weak when he first lays eyes on me.”
“May I suggest a deep blue dress with black lace?” Naida offered.
Jenara thought for a moment, then nodded. “I like it. A serious appearance but with no meaning in blood or position.” In the blink of an eye, Jenara had her dress, corset, and underskirt laid out on her bed. Continuing to ignore Naida's exasperated glare at her needless shifting about the room, she stood still and held her arms out to her sides. While it was never expected for a Queen to dress herself, she couldn't help but feel annoyed at the time it took as Naida pulled and tugged at her, trying to get the outfit in place. Unfortunately, no matter how fast she was, Jenara could not tie or untie the back of her own dress or corset.
As said corset was positioned around her and pulled tight, she felt her slightly full bladder tingling inside of her. How annoying...if only I had woken up myself two minutes earlier. Still, there was nothing to be done about it now. She waited as Naida pulled the dress over her head and laced up the back. The dress was on, but the worst part – her hair – was yet to come. Jenara shifted into the chair in front of her mirror, causing Naida to gasp and jog over to her with a suppressed growl.
As Naida began her work on the Queen's hair, her other chambermaid, Hazel, poked her head in through the door. Through the door, which was not open in the slightest. “My Queen, I've heard-”
“HAZEL!” Jenara shouted at her, suddenly and loudly. The servant shrieked and tripped, tumbling through the still-closed door and landing in a heap on the carpet. “I swear to the Primordials, if you phase in here absent warning once more, I will have you in the dungeons. Wait, can dungeons even hold you? Well, I'll have Gaston throw you into the fucking sun or something equally as deadly. It is absolutely unacceptable.”
Hazel got to her knees, trembling. The Queen was nearly always composed; when she cursed, it meant that she was seriously mad. “I apologize, my Queen. I swear to you, it will not happen again.”
“THAT IS WHAT YOU SAID THE LAST TWO TIMES!” Jenara screamed.
“It's just how I naturally move,” Hazel cried. “I do not think of it. I will never do so again. Please, my Queen, be merciful.”
Jenara glared at her, then sighed and turned back to the mirror. “Very well. This is your last warning. If it happens once more, I will have your life. Now get up and speak the words you came here to tell.”
Hazel stood up slowly, keeping her legs held together. Unbeknownst to the Queen and the other serving girl, Jenara's threat had nearly caused Hazel to wet herself on the spot. She had a busy schedule this morning, and since her magic allowed her privacy at any time by simply sinking through the ground into the tunnels below Lunambra, she had been holding a full bladder since she woke up. She usually waited until she started leaking before she took care of it, as anything less was a waste of time.
“Of course, my Queen,” Hazel mumbled tearfully. She inhaled slowly, trying to regain control before she spoke. She felt her muscles tighten, and she finally managed to stand straight. “I've heard some strange talk from the night guards, returning to their chambers during the morning shift change. They said that a storm came over the castle last night, and soon after it started the rain ceased in midair, the drops floating as though caught in time. They had never witnessed such a thing, and told me to inform you.”
Jenara squinted at Hazel through the mirror. “I've never heard of such a thing either,” she said softly. “I would assume it's the Nymphs playing in the night. They are unpredictable, but harmless. Tell me if anything else is reported, but I would not be concerned of this alone.”
“As you say, my Queen,” Hazel agreed. “Is there anything else you would have of me, or may I be excused?” She did not mean to rush the Queen, but she felt wetness between her legs and desperately wanted to escape before she started leaking on the Queen's floor from under her dress.
“No, be gone from my sight,” Jenara snapped. “In fact, I do not wish to see you for a few days, while my anger at your thoughtless actions subsides. Serve my son until Jarkan's party leaves us.”
“Prince Baeden already has Marina, would you not rather have me-”
“Do as I command,” Jenara interrupted. “With how he fawns over that girl, he will not ask anything difficult of her. You are to do what she will not. Go to him, now.”
Hazel nodded and turned away, slowly walking through the door and into the hallway. As soon as she was clear of the wood, she gasped and shoved both hands between her legs, bending forwards and shutting her eyes. Her hands immediately felt wetness, and her bladder throbbed with every breath. She had been fine before she entered the Queen's chamber, but after that scare, it was all she could do to keep herself from bursting all over the floor. Baeden is too kind, he will ask nothing important of me. I must have relief.
Hazel knew the underground like she knew her own body. She knew where in the castle she could simply sink straight down and land in a tunnel. She turned left and hobbled down the hall, gasping as she felt a few drops of wee fill the dry part of her dress that she held against herself. Just a few more feet. She jogged the last small distance to the end of the hall, and she stopped and knelt down. Here we go.
It took her a moment to focus. Usually she could phase instantly, but she was too desperate to take her mind off it. Ten seconds later, she felt her knees sink into the stone, and then she was going down. She fell through the tower floor, catching a glance of two startled guards, then she was through the second floor of the castle proper, then the first, then through the foundation and dirt, and finally she was kneeling in the thin, humid tunnel. She stood and spread her legs quickly, pulling her dress up above her womanhood.
As soon as the fabric cleared the line of fire, she was releasing a strong stream against the stone floor. She breathed in ecstasy as she leaned back against the wall, watching her stream flow from her like a waterfall. The first time she came down here, she had expected the tunnels to be pitch-black and scary. However, they were well lit with magical torches that never went out, which had apparently been there for hundreds of years. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of her much-needed relief. Not ten seconds later, she heard it. A voice, a male voice shouting from a very short distance to her right.
Hazel screamed and let go of her dress. Unable to stop her stream, it sprayed against the fabric, soaking it through. She stumbled away from the wall, coming face-to-face with a tall man in black leather armor and a full face mask. “How the fuck did you get down here?” he was shouting in a heavy Eastern accent. Hazel turned and ran, her water still spraying from her and sliding down her legs as she moved. The man sprinted after her, and she screamed as she heard the sudden roar of some unknown beast. She turned a corner just as her bladder finally emptied completely, and she shrieked as she spotted five more men dressed the same, standing over a massive, glowing red crystal. In one second, she knew what she was seeing. A runestone, a magical artifact capable of storing powerful spells.
The men turned to her and she stopped short and spun, screaming again as she saw a great grey dog growling in front of her, where the first man had been seconds before. The dog leapt at her and she shut her eyes, putting all her mind and soul into her magic, and with a centimeter to spare the dog phased through her body. She dove sideways, phasing through the tunnel wall, and she was safe.
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Part Three – War
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“Baeden, stop it,” Marina moaned. She folded her legs together and tried fruitlessly to remove Baeden's hand from her belly. “We don't have time for this now, Jarkan's party will be arriving any moment, you must dress and prepare for their welcome.”
“I am not going anywhere until you wee,” Baeden responded with a smirk. He continued pressing on her hard bladder, growing stiff as she gasped and squirmed against him.
“Oh, fine, but I'm not doing it on the bed. If their ambassador wants a tour of the castle, it would not do him well to find a great puddle in the Prince's bed. I doubt even you could magic out all this wee. Release me so I may relieve myself properly for once.”
Baeden sighed and removed his hand, watching Marina gingerly stand up. He smiled at her naked body as she leaned slightly forwards and clenched her fists. Since she had last emptied late last night, she would not normally be so desperate in the morning, but Baeden had insisted she drink much before bed so they could have some fun when they woke up. She slowly started towards the cabinet where the chamberpot was kept, but Baeden grasped her shoulder and held her back. “You really think I'd let you use the pot? Who do you think I am?”
Marina groaned. “Where then? Somewhere it cannot be seen.”
“How about-” Baeden's idea was interrupted by a crash from right below him. He gasped and jumped back, staring in awe as a human hand flew from the floor beneath his feet. Baeden stumbled backwards and tore his dresser open, throwing on a robe and pulling his personal shortsword from its place against the wall beside it. He aimed the tip at the squirming hand in the floor before it was followed by a small brown-haired woman in a white servant's dress. Baeden sighed and resheathed his blade. “I heard about you from my mother. Your name is Hazel, is it...”
Baeden's voice trailed off as his eyes caught the state of her. Crying, shaking head to toe, the front of her dress soaked with what was likely piss. “Tunnels,” she choked out. “Men in the tunnels, with a runestone.”
Baeden knelt next to her and grasped her shoulders firmly, holding her in a comforting manner. Marina stood to the side, attempting to cover her breasts and womanhood with her hands while also hiding the fact that she was desperate for relief. “Tell me what happened,” Baeden whispered to her. “You are safe now, find your breath and speak plainly.”
Hazel was gasping for air, but after a moment she closed her eyes and exhaled, seeming to regain a small amount of composure. She looked up to Baeden and began to speak softly into his ear. “I went to speak with the Queen earlier, and she told me to come serve you. On the way, I...Oh, I cannot say...”
“What? Please, Hazel, you do not need to fear me like you do my mother. You were in the tunnels? Why?”
Hazel began crying softly again. “After I left the Queen's chambers, I needed to relieve myself. I phased down into the tunnels for privacy, and I was attacked. There were six men that I saw, dressed all in black, and there was a huge dog. Five of them were in the process of enchanting a giant runestone right under the castle.”
Baeden's face went to stone, his jaw locking and his eyes growing hard. He stood and pulled Hazel to her feet. “It is Jarkan. They plan to betray us, as they have often done in the past. The runestone could be anything, but it is most likely a vortex enchantment, they plan to pull the whole castle into the tunnels below. The Queen must be informed. Hazel, go back to her and tell-”
Hazel shrieked quickly and shook her head violently. “I cannot go back to the Queen. She is furious with me, she would see me executed.”
“Fucking hell, she is so-” Baeden exhaled deeply and pursed his lips. “Oh, forget it. I will go to my mother. Marina, get dressed and come with me. Hazel, go find General Gaston. Tell him what we have learned, but word it as though it was I who was in the tunnels, inspecting the water supply.”
“I, uh,” Hazel started. “I must return to the servant's quarters to change first. My dress...” She glanced down at the garment, soaked all down the front with her wee.
“Not to worry, I can manage that,” Baeden said quickly. With one wave of his hand, Baeden pulled the liquid from the front of Hazel's dress, compressed it into a small orb, and shot it out the window beside his bed.
Hazel opened her eyes wide, patting around her privates from the outside of the dress and looking up to Baeden. “How did you- What in the-”
“You know I'm a Water Mage,” Baeden told her with a slight smirk that could not hide the concern in his eyes. “Works with piss too.” And with that, he turned and strode out his door. Marina followed behind him, groaning as she struggled to pull one of Baeden's maroon belted tunics over her breasts. “The belt, Marina,” Baeden sighed. “Why are you putting on my tunic anyway?”
Marina blinked and grasped for the leather strap, pulling the buckle open. Finally she slid it over her chest and let it settle right above her knees. “Sent my dress for washing last night after we came down from the tower, remember?” She suddenly stopped and gasped, folding her left leg across her right and squeezing her eyes shut. “Baeden, I understand the importance of all this, but I have not had relief yet. I am not sure how long I can wait.”
“Wee off the Queen's balcony after I leave to escort her to the war room,” Baeden said. “You must stay by my side until we reach her. If the castle is taken out from under us, your air magic will slow our falls and prevent both of our deaths. Once I join my mother, her speed magic would get all of us out of the castle before it fell.”
Marina nodded and stood as straight as she could manage. She felt such pressure against her privates, but she was not on the verge of losing control quite yet. She had held much more than this in the past. “Quickly, then,” she said, following close behind Baeden. It was five minutes until they reached the Queen's tower. The castle was not so massive, but they were continuously stopped by servants and residents wishing them well or asking questions about the day's events. Baeden shrugged them all off, simply nodding or giving generic responses about wine or meat.
Upon reaching the Queen's steps, Baeden held Marina back. “Listen to me, Marina. There will very likely be a battle today. I do not know what the Queen will command, but there is a chance that she will host the feast as intended so as to not arouse suspicion while she sends me and some other Knights to attack their camp from a flank. When we are separated, you must go to the roof of my tower. I have it warded against anyone besides the two of us.”
“As you say,” Marina agreed in a strained voice. “Oh please, Baeden, we must hurry. I feel really full.”
Baeden tried to smile reassuringly at her, failing to appear very convincing. He held her hand as they ascended the steps, only releasing her once they were right outside the Queen's door. “Try not to wet yourself in front of the Queen, alright?” Baeden said jokingly.
“I should be alright. There's just a lot of pressure...I'm not leaking yet...” Baeden leaned in and gave her a long kiss, then knocked on the door.
“Mother, I have some alarming news,” Baeden called.
“Enter,” Queen Jenara responded. Baeden pushed the door open and stepped in, Marina hanging close behind him. Jenara was standing next to her desk, her handmaiden Naida doing some finishing touches on her hair. “If this is about the thing with the rain last night, I've already been informed,” Jenara said.
Baeden coughed quietly. Marina wondered if he would tell his mother about the power he gained, but he seemed to decide against it as he stepped towards her. “I've got no idea about that. This concerns our...visitors today. Early this morning, I decided to take a walk through the tunnels, just to make sure everything was in order with the reservoir and that we had enough water for the guests. While I was down there, I spotted something very disturbing. They have men beneath our castle, enchanting a massive runestone.”
Jenara stood still for a long moment. “They come here under guise of truce and instead make attempt on our Kingdom?” Marina stepped back as she felt the heat radiating from the Queen. Her eyes began to change, glowing bright orange and swirling with the flames of her very soul. “What happened? Did they see you?”
Marina had not been afraid of the Queen in a long time, but seeing her second magic come to the surface was always unsettling. Queen Jenara was beyond a rarity. She was the only person that anyone had ever heard of who had been born with the magic of both her parents. The Queen's mother wielded fire, her father, speed. The two combined made her a powerhouse of magical strength. Strength that was wasted on someone who would never see combat.
Baeden looked to his mother. “You must calm down. This is a coward's tactic, and they will be met with proper response. They saw me, but I do not think they knew who I was, as I was still in my nightclothes. I had no weapons, so I retreated. They did not follow, deciding instead to continue their enchantment. I have no idea what spell the stone holds, I could not see the runes clearly enough, but whatever it is...it could likely spell the end of this castle, as I'm sure you already know.”
Marina stood to the side, feeling so proud of the Prince. Lying to his own mother to protect a servant... No servant was allowed in the tunnels without express permission from somebody above their station. If Jenara knew Hazel was down there, especially for something like having a wee, she really would take the girl's life. Marina glanced longingly at the balcony to her right. Her bladder throbbed at the thought of emptying itself over the edge. She fought hard not to squirm in front of the Queen, and she winced as she felt the smallest drop of liquid dampen her vulva. Baeden better get the Queen out of here quickly...
“I've already sent Hazel to inform General Gaston,” Baeden explained. “With how fast she can move about the castle, he is likely already preparing the Knights. I suggest we gather all the vital residents of the castle in the great hall, so our magic may protect each other in the event of an attack.”
“You are right,” Jenara agreed. “Naida, my hair is fine. Come with us to the great hall, I would not see my handmaiden injured this day. You too, Marina.”
“I will join you in a moment, my Queen,” Marina piped up. “Baeden instructed me to gather some of your clothes and bring them to the treasury, in case we are forced to retreat underground.” She felt her privates vibrating under the pressure of her bladder now, knowing she was but a few moments from relief.
“Nonsense,” Jenara brushed her off. “You wield air magic, yes? You could be of use. You will not leave my side. Naida, you gather the clothes and join us in the great hall with haste.”
Marina stared wide-eyed at Baeden. He just grimaced and shrugged. She immediately felt the pressure in her bladder increase, furious that its imminent relief was taken from it. Bloody hell, what am I going to do? I can't hold it in much longer. She leaned ever so slightly forwards as her womanhood was dampened again by a tiny drop forcing its way out of her. She took a small step back and glanced down, making sure she did not drip on the floor at all.
Jenara strode towards the door, placing a hand on Baeden's shoulder. “We will not be made victims again, my son. Your father died defending our Kingdom from them when they last came here. We will repel this vermin's tactic, we will assemble our army and we will march to their doorstep, with siege engines and five thousand men. We will bring the destruction of Jarkan.”
She walked through the door, not noticing that she left a burning hole in the shoulder of Baeden's robe. He patted quickly at it, then followed after her with Marina trailing slowly behind him, as desperate as she had ever been.
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Part Four – Treachery
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Queen Jenara pushed the pressure in her belly out of her mind as she sat in her throne at the head of the great table. Marina stood on the Queen's right, with Baeden in the chair next to her. Normally he would take the seat across the table from the Queen, but she wanted him close. He was wearing his armor now, longsword strapped to his side. Jenara was cross at him, as he had vehemently insisted that he and Marina be left alone to change. Jenara would have none of it, and waited in the barracks with her back turned as Baeden put on his armor. He thinks I don't know that he just wants a quick fuck with her before things turn bad. They can wait until Jarkan burns beneath my feet. Marina had no opportunity to change at all, and was still wearing Baeden's tunic.
Along the walls of the great hall stood the Knights of Lunambra, with General Gaston positioned next to the door. The man stood at least seven feet tall, clad in shining plate armor from head to toe. No weapon graced his side. Jenara grinned at the sight, knowing that no weapon could stand up to the use Gaston would put it to.
Glancing to the door and out the hall's windows, Jenara sighed. She let her legs shift closer together, cursing the slowness of her awakening that morning. She had fallen asleep with no relief the night past, after drinking too much wine at dinner the night before. Her privates tingled with a desire for relief, something she had no chance of feeling for a very long time. With an unknown runestone beneath the castle, anything at all could happen at any moment. While she could shift to her own chamberpot faster than anyone could even notice, most of her organs worked at the pace of any other human, and it still took her a long time to empty her bladder. Especially when it was so full. She actually liked the feeling, on her own time and when she was at peace, but right now it was nothing but a nuisance.
I could send Gaston to remove or destroy the runestone, Jenara thought. However, if it's enchanted to be reactive, that could set it off. Jarkan's King is no idiot, he would plan for our potential discovery of it. She had no choice. She had to hold herself until the threat was over. Wait. There is something I can do. Jenara glanced around at the Knights, spotting one spinning a dagger around his fingers to pass the time. It's a risk, but it is one I must take.
Jenara focused her mind, feeling her magic welling up inside of her. Once she felt confident, she stood up. Nobody in the room reacted to her, as to Jenara, time was stopped almost completely. They were so slow. She could go anywhere, do anything, and settle back in her throne without anyone being any the wiser. She shifted to the Knight with the dagger, moaning softly as her desperate body protested the sudden movement. She patted herself between her legs, as if to reassure her bursting bladder that it would feel better soon. She grasped the dagger by its handle and slipped it gently from the Knight's hand. She reached down and grasped the front of her dress, lifting it up and over her left shoulder. She slid the blade under the strings on the belly of her corset and cut them through, gasping as her bladder instantly bulged two inches past the garment.
The relief was instantaneous and intense, and she moaned out loud as the pressure subsided to a simple dull ache. She couldn't remember the exact way the Knight was holding the dagger, so she just placed it in his hand and let the dress fall. She then made her way back to the head of the table and sat in her throne. She exhaled and released her magic, trying not to grin as the Knight shouted and dropped his dagger, to chuckles from the other nearby Knights. Now that she felt better, it was time to do her job.
“The tower guards say that Jarkan's camp is being set up north of the river,” she called out loud, so everyone in the large room could hear. “Under other circumstances, it would seem obvious to set up near fresh water, but this has the dual purpose of blocking our own forces from reaching them. Other than being forced through the choke point at Quailsight Bridge, we have no way to attack besides archers and artillery. If they possess mages skilled in defensive magic, even that will have limited use.”
“Mother,” Baeden started, “my magic has increased in power recently. I have been...training, nearly without end. I believe myself capable of parting the river so our troops may travel through.”
Jenara squinted at him. “Impossible. Not even your father could hold such magic for longer than a few seconds, the river would crash upon our men and wash them away. Know your own strength, Baeden.”
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The Prince looked at Marina, sadness in his eyes. Only the two of them knew the true power he now wielded. As much as everyone spoke of the Primordials, they were still little more than legends to most people, far beyond the reach of mankind. The claim that Baeden had seen one, that he had been granted power by one, would have him a laughing stock among his men. He knew that it would be revealed, but it would be at the moment he proved his new strength by literally raining death upon his enemies.
Marina caught his eye. Her face was coated in sweat, her eyes red and watering. He looked down her body and winced as he saw wetness along the whole length of her right leg. There was a tiny puddle on the marble floor underneath her, and as he watched it was added to by a spurt that lasted at least a second. The lower half of her body was concealed from everyone besides Baeden by the table, but it would not save her if she wet herself completely. Marina shivered and opened her mouth, letting out a shaky breath. Baeden had seen her this desperate before, but it was always for fun, always in private. Another spurt of wee fell into the puddle, now threatening to spread out of the cover of the table. I have to help her.
Baeden's thoughts were interrupted by the Queen continuing to speak. “No, attacking them at their camp is a losing tactic. While it may be a risk, I believe their motive is to activate the runestone if negotiations do not go their way. Their ambassador and his guards will pretend to accept whatever happens here, leave the castle, then bring it down on top of us. We will fight their traitorous ways with treachery of our own. The King was skilled at enchantments, and just by knowing him I learned much about runestones.” Jenara paused to eat, breaking the yolk of her egg open with her chunk of bread and dipping it in the liquid.
Baeden looked back to Marina. She was absolutely vibrating now. Her eyes locked to his again, and he saw her shake her head in defeat. It's going to happen any second. As if on cue, Marina let out a small gasp and a river began flowing out from under the tunic. With all the reflexes of a great warrior, Baeden flung his hand open and focused his entire being on the liquid spraying out from between her legs. The waterfall ceased, and Marina's breath caught in her throat. While he had controlled her urine with his magic before, he had never used it to stop a wetting in progress by force. He had no idea how it might feel for her, but it was the only way he could save her from grievous punishment. She was staring at him with her eyes wide in shock, but thankfully she did not appear to be in pain. She slowly nodded at him, opening her hand in a gesture that told him to release the magic. He shook his head. She furrowed her eyebrows and nodded again. He sighed and lowered his hand, surprised to see that nothing more left her body. Seems what she let out was enough for her to regain control for now...
Baeden shifted his focus to the growing puddle underneath her, using one finger to snake the liquid across the marble behind her and through a crack where the floor met the wall. Please, let this be over soon, Baeden prayed. She suffers this at my hand, if only I had let her have relief upon waking up.
Jenara set down her bread and leaned back in her throne, a small grin appearing on her face. “A runestone of the size mentioned by Baeden requires a constant stream of magic to hold its power for longer than a few minutes. I would bet all my fortune that the five men who were enchanting it must stay nearby so it may feed on their mana. The sixth, however, is likely a scout or messenger. He will be traveling back to their camp to inform their General that the runestone has been discovered. Judging by the time they saw Baeden, and by the average sprinting pace of a man, we likely have less than ten minutes until he reaches them.”
“I will bring him down,” General Gaston called from across the room in his booming voice. “If I take my horse, I may yet reach-”
“There is no chance,” Jenara said, her grin growing wider. “Even at full speed, the river is a half hour's ride. You will accompany Baeden into the tunnels, where you will incapacitate the five men, bind them, and block their magic with warding crystals. Do not kill them, if the runestone loses its supply of mana it may activate early. If you see their attack dog, do what you will with it. Leave them there, and return to the castle. We will meet with their ambassador as intended, but with them absent knowledge that we are aware of their plot. We will take the ambassador and his guards hostage, so they may not activate the runestone. With the castle safe and the enchanters tied down, our forces will have time to cross the river at the bridge five kilometers south and circle to the rear of their camp, burning it to the ground.”
“What of the messenger, though?” Baeden asked.
Jenara's grin faded, replaced with a furious glare that perfectly represented the vengeance burning in her chest. “I shall handle him myself.”
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Part Five – Zodiac
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Queen Jenara had not been alone outside of her chamber since... Pretty much ever, I suppose, she thought to herself. Always surrounded by servants, guards, nobles, and family. General Gaston argued hard against her coming out here, but there was nothing he could do to stop her when she used her speed. Squirrels, wisps, and birds filled her vision, but it felt so strange, standing in the forest with no human in sight. She had also never felt so exposed. She quickly discovered that she could not navigate the forest in her dress, and she had no sharp tool to cut the garment short. Absent choice, she released her fire magic and burned the dress off of herself. She stood in nothing but her underskirt and corset, alone in the trees, relying on her speed alone to keep her hidden.
While she was free from the restraint of the dress, something else held her back. She looked down her body, sighing at her bulging abdomen that protruded even past her breasts. The pressure between her legs was great, and she had to fight to hold still. I can't relieve myself now. I don't have time. He could reach his camp at any moment. Pushing the cries of her bladder aside, she began to move. The river was four kilometers away, a distance she could cover in a matter of seconds at her fastest. However, the man she hunted could be anywhere between the castle and their camp. It was a large territory to sweep.
She made the trip dozens of times in less than a minute, scanning the trees for any sign of Jarkan's scout to no avail. To make matters worse, the faster she went, the more her bladder contracted and throbbed. She tried hard to simply empty it as she ran, but she couldn't get it started while she was in motion. She cursed at the pressure that constantly taunted her, and again at the man that continued to elude her.
As she kept running, she felt a particularly sharp pulse that forced her to a stop. Damn this, she thought desperately. I should just do it right here, just let it burst out, but it would be so much lost time. I must find him right now, for the sake of Lunambra. Why won't it just come out while I run... She stood straight again and continued her pursuit. Another dozen times through the trees, and still no sign of human life. She slid to a halt, groaning at the pain in her bladder and the pain in her feet. She had never stepped outside barefoot in all her life, and traveling around the forest as such was exceedingly unpleasant. Still, she thought nothing of the discomfort as she glanced around, scanning for something, anything, that could point to her prey.
That was when she saw it. Something between two trees, a great orange shape, fifty meters away. She shifted closer, gasping in shock as she saw what it was. A tiger, a real, living tiger stuck mid-run in her seemingly time-stopping magic. The surprise of it nearly caused her to leak on the spot, and she had to shove a hand against herself to stop it, knowing that losing control would break her shift. The momentary loss of focus did cause her speed to wane, and she shuffled backwards as the tiger managed a quick step before getting stuck in her magic again. Wait just a minute, she thought suddenly, once the disbelief subsided. There are no fucking tigers in Lunambra.
Her anger welling up once more, she voluntarily broke her shift and formed a fireball in her right hand. The tiger took off at full speed, still completely unaware of the Queen behind it, only stopping to turn when it heard the fwoosh of Jenara's fireball rapidly approaching it from behind. As limiting as it was, she could only manifest one type of magic at a time. In order to wield fire, she had to exit the shift, and she could not reenter it for nearly ten seconds after. This unfortunate disadvantage allowed the tiger to react with impressive reflexes, turning its large head towards the fireball hurtling towards it.
Upon spotting Jenara, the tiger's eyes widened in either surprise or fear, and in the blink of an eye the tiger was a small rat, the fireball soaring uselessly over it with less than a meter to spare. Jenara cursed and launched another, but the rat was too small a target. It swerved this way and that, and with a roar Jenara threw out both of her hands, releasing a stream of flame that ignited a wall of fire across the forest in front of her. With a high-pitched scream, the rat was a horse, leaping through the flames and bolting into the trees.
Jenara pulled her hands back, dissipating the wall of flame. Since she was in control of the fire, it would not spread or destroy anything she did not intend it to, but it could still alert Jarkan's camp. She stared at the retreating horse, waiting until she could use her speed magic again. He wields Eastern Zodiac magic. He may have been the dog that Baeden saw in the tunnels as well. I have heard that Jarkan had a Knight who wielded such a power. To find him on our doorstep...if he can use the apex form of his magic, he could be a bigger threat alone than all of Jarkan. I must bring him down, even if it costs me my life.
Seconds later, she felt her magic welling back up in her body. She stepped forwards into a shift, but gasped and stumbled as her bladder contracted hard and she felt the first small spurt force its way out of her and into the grass below. DAMN THIS! I must have relief right here and now, but if he turns back into a rat and finds a hiding spot, I would not find him without burning the whole forest to the ground. Jenara screamed and slammed her fist against her belly, forcing out a fast, strong spray that soaked through the front of her underskirt. At least it's something. She willed herself into a shift, breathing hard as her movement forced her bladder shut. She caught up to the horse instantly, leaping onto its back and wrapping her left hand in its mane.
Letting fire encase her right hand, the shift broke and she struggled to keep mounted on the galloping horse. He neighed in protest at the sudden weight added to his back, and louder again as she slammed her flaming fist into the side of its neck. The horse stumbled and slowed, running for a few more seconds before he began to collapse. Jenara barely managed to shift onto her feet in time before he hit the ground, and she quickly followed up with two fireballs to his flank. She prepared a much larger one to finish him off, but then the horse became a snake the length of a tree, all injuries seemingly gone. It seems that transforming heals him. I must kill him straight away, giving him no time to focus his magic.
The snake struck before she could shift, so she was forced to use two blasts of fire from her hands to launch herself sideways. She rolled and groaned as she leaked again under her skirt, but she ignored it and swept a wide row of fire out in front of her to prevent the snake's advance. Rather than circling around to attack her, it spun backwards and took off in the other direction. Sighing, Jenara waited the few seconds until she could shift, then moved directly in the snake's path. She lifted her right foot and encased it in flame, slamming it down towards the snake's head. With unbelievable reflexes, the snake swerved to avoid her blow the instant the shift broke. Her foot struck the ground hard and she cursed in pain, throwing a circle of flame out from her hands to keep the snake from coiling itself around her.
The snake slid backwards away from her fires, and then the snake was a man, clad in black leather armor and wearing a cloth mask. He knelt just outside of the flaming circle, breathing heavily and staring up at the Queen. He was unarmed aside from a small dagger at his hip, and Jenara let the fire dissipate. He stayed still for a few seconds, then slowly got to his feet. He reached up and pulled his mask off, revealing long black hair and a short beard covering a tired, Eastern face. “Who are you?” he panted.
Jenara frowned at him, unsure of what to say. She was in her underclothes, the front of her skirt was obviously wet with wee, and she was incapable of standing still without leaking. However, her pride and honor surpassed any feelings of shame, and she did her best to stand straight. Besides, the man will be dead soon anyway. “I am Queen Jenara, monarch of Lunambra and daughter of King Baeden the First. Who are you?”
The man exhaled, looking her over. “The Queen? You come to kill me alone? And...looking like that?”
Jenara scowled. “I am the only person who could catch you before you reached your camp. As for my appearance, I could not run in my dress, and I have had a rather unfortunate morning. If we can move past that now, tell me. Who are you?”
“I am General Percival Godfrey of Jarkan. It is an honor to meet you,” he said with a low bow.
“Drop the act,” Jenara spat. “I haven't the time for the games of nobles.” Because I'm about to piss myself in about ten seconds. “How did an Eastern man become General of an English kingdom? And what kind of General sneaks around in the shadows, playing like an assassin?”
Percival sighed. “I appear as I am because I am a bastard. My mother was a servant, taken from a band of traveling merchants by my father, and her magic was locked to prevent her escape. My magic is taken from her. And I behave as I do because I have no choice in the matter. I am just following orders, as much as I may despise it.”
“Orders given by your King?” Jenara did not know why she was speaking with this man. One shift, and she could take his dagger and cut his throat before he could form half a thought. However, there was something in his eyes, some kind of regret and darkness that caused her to hesitate. Aside from that, she was unsure of her ability to shift with how hard her bladder was pulsing right now. She could try to force it, but if something went wrong she would undoubtedly wet herself completely in front of another Kingdom's nobleman. Even if he died soon after, it was something that she did not want to live with.
Percival looked to his feet and nodded slowly. “Aye, our 'King.' The man's gone mad, but he is still our monarch and we have no power to refuse him. He commanded us to destroy your city and take your people hostage. He wields earth magic, and about a month ago he suddenly became powerful beyond belief. He's tearing our city apart, reforming it into something twisted and dark. Nobody knows what happened to him to make him this way, and with his new power there is nothing anyone can do to stop him.”
“You do not wish to follow his orders, then? Listen to me, Percival, take the men you have here and join us. Your runestone has been locked down, the men in the tunnels restrained and rendered defenseless. You have no chance of winning here. Lend us your strength, and we will aid you in reclaiming your city from your King.”
Percival shook his head. “No. You do not know the strength that he wields. If he discovers our treachery, he will turn our city to rubble. My family, all of our families, will be killed. I have no choice but to do as commanded. There is no other path. Fight me, or step aside, let me reach my camp, and let our forces decide the outcome of this battle.”
“I cannot,” Jenara whispered.
“As you wish,” Percival said, sadness taking over his gaze. “I obviously can not run from you, so I will use all my power to defeat you here so I may save my city.”
Jenara knew what was coming, and she could not give him the chance. She locked her eyes on his dagger and threw herself into a shift despite the pain in her belly. She reached for the blade, drawing it from its sheath, but it was not to be. The strongest contraction yet forced her out of the shift, and a massive three second spurt of wee cascaded from her body. She just barely regained control, moved to thrust the dagger into him, but she was knocked back by a great wave of magical pressure. She stumbled and cried out as she leaked another long spurt, stepping backwards as the final form of the Zodiac rose endlessly into the sky above her.
The size of it was nearly incomprehensible. Smoke pouring from its mouth, at least three kilometers long from its head to the end of its tail, the Dragon was born.
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Part Six – Friend
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“Do not leave this spot. If anything happens, use your magic to the best of your ability to protect the hall and the Knights. You will be the only mage here once Baeden and Gaston leave to raid the tunnels.”
These were the last words Queen Jenara said to Marina before she vanished from the hall, leaving her standing there with six goblets and eleven hours worth of wee besieging her womanhood. After Jenara left, Gaston cursed loudly and stormed out, followed quickly by Baeden, who could do nothing to help Marina in the presence of the Knights. And so she stood here shaking and crying, watched by the forty men that lined the walls of the great hall.
“Girl, are you alright?” one of the Knights called out.
Marina breathed in shallowly, fearing that even the motion of her lungs would be enough to make her explode under her tunic. “I'm just terrified,” she lied. “We've never been under attack like this during my life.”
“There is nothing to fear,” he spoke up. “Our General alone could destroy their army with his bare hands.”
Marina nodded tearfully, holding her breath again as she felt her hold slip, a new drop of wee dampening her labia. She shivered again, her whole body tensing up. The Knight wouldn't stop staring at her, his head tilted inquisitively. Marina wished he would look away. It wouldn't matter anyway. When she lost control, and that would be happening very soon, everyone in the hall would hear her powerful stream splattering across the marble floor.
Just as Marina felt another spurt shoot out and soak into the bit of the long tunic she had held between her legs, the talkative guard stepped forwards out of the line. “I need a piss,” he said. “Gods know how long anyone will take to get back here, and I don't particularly feel like rusting out my armor.” He began walking towards the door, then pointed to Marina. “You, accompany me to the privy. I would have you aid the removal of my armor.”
Marina recoiled, concerned what this man might have in store for her. It was unheard of for a female servant to help a Knight in such a way. But if I can slip away, just for a moment, I might be able to have a little relief. And if he tries anything, my magic gives me advantage. “As you wish,” Marina answered softly.
“Justin, are you fucking kidding me?” another Knight called out. “You know we are not to leave our posts.”
“Listen,” Justin said angrily, “I'm going to piss. I can either do it in the privy, or you can try to stop me and I'll piss on you. Make the choice.” The other Knight glared, but then stepped back into his slot in the row, absent continued argument. Justin motioned for Marina to follow him, then strode quickly from the great hall.
Marina took one step before another spurt filled the front of her tunic. She felt her wee sliding down her thighs. With all the strength she had left in her small, trembling, desperate body, she fell into a limping jog and followed Justin out of sight of the other Knights. They were in the hall that led to the kitchens, and the privy was halfway down, a distance of maybe thirty meters. As close as it was, Marina knew she would never make it. Her thighs were soaked, and it was reaching her ankles as she walked. I can't wait anymore. I'm going to wet myself right here, and Justin will hear me, and he'll have his way with me while I'm too exhausted to do anything. It's going to happen any second.
“You can make it, Marina,” Justin said suddenly. “I know you're strong enough. Us servants are desperate most of the day, you can hold on through one hallway.”
What in the... Marina looked over the Knight in front of her. As she watched, the armor began shimmering as though it were made of smoke, then dissipated into nothingness. The shape of a man faded, replaced by Queen Jenara wearing a flowing blue dress. Marina froze in place, too shocked to even notice the small leaks hitting the floor beneath her. “My, my Queen, I, how did-”
“I am not the Queen,” the woman said. “I am a friend. My name is Sabina. Or you may know me as...” The shimmering started again, her hair turned brown, her body grew smaller, and her formal dress was replaced by a servant's dress. “Naida. I act as both the Queen's body double and spy, as well as her handmaiden. It is a long story, one that I fear your bladder will not wait through. I will explain later, come now. Servants need to stick together, and I would not see you wet yourself in front of all those men.” Sabina started walking again, with Marina close behind.
Marina was on the very edge of a complete physical meltdown. The door to the privy was in sight, but with the pressure burning like a star inside of her, it appeared as miles. Step by step she slowly approached the door, each movement sending a pulse out from her belly down her legs, through her privates, up through her chest and shoulders. Her control was teetering on the edge of an abyss, and even with the privy so close, so close, she felt as hopeless as she ever had. She contemplated just letting go here in the hallway. Naida had seen her wee before, she had seen Naida do it, all servants had no privacy from each other. But if another Knight comes down the hall, there will be no possible way to hide it. My magic might be able to dry a little, but I've got a lake inside me. I'd need the power of the Skyborn Primordial to dry this much wee.
Three meters from the door. It was right here, relief was just seconds away. Five steps later, another massive pulse assaulted Marina as she turned half into the door. She suddenly felt her body give way as a huge and final wave of pressure overtook her and her weakened muscles could barely control her flow. Wee started to sneak out past her clenched lips, and she felt small spurt after small spurt spray onto the floor. Upon witnessing Marina's loss of control, Sabina grabbed Marina's shoulder and pulled her hard into the privy just as she exploded completely.
Marina screamed in relief as her wee flowed freely from her defeated body, splashing over the stone floor and spraying against walls as Sabina dragged her through the small room, pulled up her tunic, and shoved her over the smooth wooden seat. The sound of her stream hitting water echoed loudly around them, almost louder than her orgasmic moans and gasps. As soon as Marina was in place, Sabina shoved her right hand between her own legs and groaned in discomfort.
“I wasn't completely lying back there you know, I'm desperate as well. I'm not wetting myself yet but we don't have much time here or someone may come looking for us. Open your legs.” Marina might have argued if there was anything left in her brain besides relief. She spread her legs and felt the warmth of skin as Sabina straddled her. Sabina's stream quickly joined Marina's own, and she couldn't help but giggle at the situation. “You probably thought I was going to do something horrible to you,” Sabina laughed. “Sorry for the scare, but I can't let them know who I am. The Queen likes having someone within the Knights who can fill her in on their activities whenever she desires.”
“Who are you though, really?” Marina breathed. She quivered as she felt Sabina's stream brush against her very most sensitive spot. “Watch your aim, you're getting it on me,” she complained.
Sabina shifted back slightly, leaning forwards so her stream went straight down. “Sorry again. Anyway, I used to be a thief when I was a kid. My shapeshifting magic was so useful for such an occupation, I'm sure you can imagine. However, I was eventually caught by Lunambra guards. While the Queen was reading my crimes to the people before having your enchanter lock my magic, I saw fit to mess with her by taking her form. They still locked my magic, but they didn't anticipate that I would be stuck looking like her.” Sabina finished her wee and stood, patting at her dripping lips with the bottom of her dress. “Bloody hell, how much have you got in there?”
Marina's stream was still blasting out of her like a waterfall with no end in sight. “No clue. I've never had to go this badly in my entire life. I've wet myself before but I've never had such incentive to hold for so long.”
“It's incredible,” Sabina said softly, staring shamelessly at the stream between Marina's legs.
Marina blushed a bright red. “Quit looking at me like that, you're not behaving much better than I feared the Knight would.”
Sabina put on a face of regret and turned away. “I apologize. I've just never seen anything like it. Anyway, I was stuck looking like the Queen, and a lot of people wanted me executed for it. However, Jenara saw a potential use for me. She hired me as her body double and trained me in case she fell ill or was otherwise unable to perform her duties. Over time, as I gained her trust, she unlocked my magic so I may serve as either a simple servant or a spy. And here I am.”
“Well, I thank you for getting me out of there before I lost it in front of everyone,” Marina mumbled. “I think I'm almost done...” Despite this claim, she kept going for another half a minute before the stream even slowed. She felt like there was a great void in her belly, and she pressed down on it, feeling it soft for the first time since she woke up. “That was the greatest thing I've ever felt,” she moaned.
“Glad you liked it,” Sabina said with a smile. “I'm sorry for speaking so plainly, but that was very impressive, and you are very beautiful.”
Marina blushed again. I wonder if she takes pleasure from this the same way me and Baeden do. Marina's mind formed the intrusive image of the two of them, both completely desperate, being handled by Baeden at the same time. She shivered and violently pushed the thought out of her head, then she stood up, sighing as she felt the front of her tunic. “Give me a moment...” Marina held out her hand and focused her magic, grinning as a small vortex of warm air formed over it. She held it over the tunic and moved over the wet spots, watching them slowly fade. Once she was dry, she increased the power of the spell to dry up the leaks that marked the floors and walls of the privy. Once she was satisfied in her cover-up, Sabina returned to the form of Justin the Knight and they both jogged back towards the great hall.
As they approached, they could hear loud shouts echoing through the hall. Picking up speed, they burst through the door into the large chamber and stumbled as Knights ran back and forth in front of them, pointing through the large windows and screaming incoherent orders at each other. Glancing around, she saw that both Baeden and Gaston were back, staring into the sky with their jaws slack. Marina looked up through the windows and immediately knew why everyone was behaving as they were. Darkening the sky over the forests of Lunambra, a dragon the length of a river twisted through the air, breathing massive streams of fire towards the ground below it.
Somehow, the dragon was not the strangest part of the sight in front of her. The strangest part was that the ground seemed to be throwing fire back.
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Part Seven - Sky
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“IS MY MOTHER FIGHTING THAT THING?” Baeden shouted over the surrounding din.
Gaston stood by the door, still looking stunned at the sight of it. “It's impossible,” he mumbled. Even though he spoke gently, his voice still carried above all others. “Dragons have been extinct for five hundred years.”
“It can't be real,” Baeden responded. “It has to be some form of magic, summoning or transformation...”
“Either way, we must bring it down,” Gaston growled. “To the horses.” He stormed out of the hall, Baeden sprinting behind him. Without a second thought, Marina took off after them despite loud protests from Sabina. She surrounded her feet in highly pressurized air, gliding along to keep up with the men. Baeden caught sight of her over his shoulder and stumbled to a stop.
“Marina, no. You have no place in battle, your magic is not strong enough,” he whispered, trying to push her back towards the great hall.
She ducked his hands, sliding around him and continuing towards the castle door. “She is my Queen too. This is my Kingdom. If I will ever have a place as its Princess once we are wed, I must fight for it as well. Don't underestimate me.”
Baeden shouted in frustration and launched back into a sprint. Seconds later, Gaston crashed through the heavy iron gates, knocking them from their hinges and sending them spiraling dozens of meters in either direction. It was another minute's run to the stables, and the two men quickly mounted large white steeds. Marina threw herself onto the back of Baeden's horse with a burst of air from her feet, and they were hurtling through the city gates and into the forest surrounding them.
The roars of the dragon grew deafening as they galloped ever closer, and smoke and flame could be seen burning away the forest ahead of them. Massive streams of fire kept flowing into the sky, but the dragon swerved around them and continued assaulting the ground with its own breath. “We must get to the river,” Baeden called. “My magic is useless otherwise.”
“I've got no idea what we will be able to do against it,” Gaston roared. “How can I reach something so high in the air?”
“Trust me,” Baeden answered. “You will reach it. Just get to the river.” And so they rode, faster than ever before. The battle between the Queen and the dragon raged on for fifteen minutes before the sound of water could be heard in the distance. Marina kept her eyes on the Queen's flame, staring through the trees. And then she spotter her, standing in a charred clearing as fire burned all around her.
Marina tumbled off the horse, landing softly on a bed of air. Baeden pulled his horse to a stop, turning to stare at her. “I'm going to the Queen,” Marina yelled. “Get to the river, help Gaston!” She took off into the forest, ignoring Baeden's pleas for her to stop. He cursed louder than the dragon roared, and she looked over her shoulder to see him turn and follow after the General. She moved as fast as she could, using her magic to leap over burning trees. She stumbled into the clearing where the Queen stood, both hands held over her head and a blinding torrent of fire roaring into the sky.
Marina looked away from the fire and ran to the Queen, grabbing her arms and pulling them to her side. Jenara shouted in surprise and violently spun to face her. Jenara's face was coated in sweat and soot, her eyes unfocused and her arms shaking. “Marina,” she breathed. “Why-”
“Baeden and Gaston are here. You can rest now, trust in your son. You must know that you cannot defeat a dragon with fire. Get somewhere safe and watch Baeden's power in action.”
Jenara nodded shakily, breathing heavily as she grasped Marina's shoulders. Marina felt her entire body jerk violently, and then she was standing near the river, far away from any fire. Marina had never felt one of Jenara's shifts. It wasn't fun as a passenger, but she was glad to be away from the heat. “My Queen, how is there a dragon here? Was it summ-”
“Transformation,” Jenara breathed. “Jarkan's General, it's exceptionally rare Eastern magic...” The Queen stumbled to the river's edge and fell to her knees, then collapsed into a seated position. “Leave me, Marina,” Jenara whispered. “I do not care where you go, but I must be alone right now.”
“I do not think-”
“LEAVE!”
Marina winced and turned away from Jenara. “Fine then, I'll do what I can to help Baeden.” She doesn't want to be seen like this. It's alright, she should be safe here. Marina wrapped her feet in air again and skated off down the riverbank, and quickly left Jenara's sight. Looking up into the sky, the dragon was focused on a patch of trees about a kilometer away, breathing down a torrent of fire that seemed to be moving towards the river. That has to be them.
Blasting jets of air from her hands to increase her speed, she made it about half way before her magic suddenly gave out. She hit the ground hard, rolling a distance before coming to a stop, breathing heavily and staring into the sky. What the hell? I know the limits of my magic, and I'm not there yet. She stumbled to her feet and tried to summon a ball of air in her fist, but nothing happened whatsoever. Fucking- Come on, what-
“Marina.”
She froze, raising her arms in a defensive stance. “Who's there? Show yourself.”
“You know what I am.” The voice came from every possible direction, deep, powerful, burying itself in her very soul. “You have a great destiny, Marina. You will soon become part of the family that will save our kind, and your kind as well.”
Marina shivered. In her logical mind, she had no idea what was happening. However, somewhere deep inside of her, a spark of magic began burning hot enough to force her to her knees. The power flowed from her chest and took over her mind, rushing through her limbs and melding with her very blood. Thoughts and images spiraled through her head, the Earth seen from above, the sky spanning beyond every horizon. It was all inside of her in this moment, and then the sensation faded and she was back on the ground, kneeling at the riverside. She looked up, past the dragon snaking through the air.
“You are the Skyborn Primordial,” she whispered. Even as she said it, all confusion and disbelief left her mind. All she felt was power.
“My brother has turned on our creation. Each of us used our own bodies to build your Earth. I am the Sky, my sister is the Oceans, one brother is the fire that warms your species, and the other is the Earth itself. He is the one who has betrayed us. He wishes to return to his true body and begin a war against us. Skyborn, Solborn, Oceanic – We three are able to roam freely among our domains, while the Terran is perpetually trapped under his own gravity. He seemed willing to make the sacrifice in the beginning, willing to give his freedom to bring new life into the universe. It took four billion of your years, but he now grows resentful. Hatred for our creation burns brightly in his soul. He will soon break free from the prison of his own body, and your world will end.”
Marina tried to catch her breath. A war between the Primordials themselves, and she was now caught in the middle of it. “WHY US!?” she screamed into the sky. “What do I have to do with your war? What does Baeden? And how are we supposed to fight the Earth itself? Tell me! What would you have us do!?”
“Your home, this...England, it is home to more magical energy than anywhere else on Terra. You, the water user, and the woman who you call your Queen, are all simply victims of circumstance. The only mages in your land who wield our elements. As for how you will stop my brother, it is not him that you must fight. He is powerless in his current form. He has given his magic to the one you call the King of Jarkan, manipulating him and twisting his mind. In order to gain the power needed to free himself, he intends to use that man to capture every magical human in the land, draining them of their mana and using all that power to split the Earth itself. His shell broken, he will be able to take form once again, bringing his wrath to us.”
Another pulse of burning energy surged through Marina's body, and at the slightest thought, she was surrounded in air that spun far faster and roared far louder than any she had conjured before. “You must defeat this King. When a Primordial gives their magic to a mortal, time equal to nearly five hundred of your years must pass before it can be done again. With the King's death, Terra will be sealed throughout your life and the lives of countless generations after. At that time, we will find new heroes to do our work. Now, you must destroy the army that assaults your Kingdom, then bring the fight to their King.”
“But if I fight Jarkan's men, will their leader not use their runestone to destroy our city? We must make ourselves safe before we-”
“The runestone is a ploy, a trick to force your people to surrender without a fight. Whatever magic it contains cannot destroy anything. Their King needs the lives of your people to free Terra, he would not risk killing them all.”
“What of the Queen, then?” Marina asked, still staring into the sky, desperate to get whatever information she could from such a being while she had the chance. “Why does she not gain the power of a Primordial yet?”
“She has always possessed the power. Solborn is pure energy, he exists out of time, a completely different plain than the rest of us. He foresaw Terra's betrayal in his future. It was Jenara's mother that received his power, and it was passed down to her. This is why she wields two forms of magic. Due to her position, she has not trained her fire to its full potential. Solborn will reach out to her soon, before you converge on the tainted King. Now...it is time. You have fully absorbed my magic. Go, and see your family to a peaceful future.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the swirling energy inside of her came to its peak. Looking a great distance down the river, she saw the two warriors on horseback come bolting out of the treeline, tumbling from their steeds just as another jet of fire roared over them. Marina let her hands fall to her sides, and she closed her eyes. Now or never. If I have truly gained the power I believe I have, I can finally be of use to Baeden, to our entire Kingdom. She focused her mind, and with incredible speed she felt magic encase her body, air flowing around her in every direction with pressure she thought forever beyond her reach. She opened her eyes, set her sights on the great dragon above, and left the ground far behind as she became the first mortal to become one with the sky.
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Part Eight – Sword of the Skyborn
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Gaston and Baeden rolled off their horses upon reaching the river, barely dodging another stream of flame. Their horses bolted into the forest as they ran further down the river's edge, before skidding to a halt once they were clear of the heat. “How are we supposed to reach it?!” Gaston shouted over the dragon's roars. “I could bring it to ground with one punch, but not if I cannot fucking reach it!”
Baeden looked up at it, its head alone the size of Lunambra's castle, its body far longer than the entire city was wide. “General, I know your strength firsthand, but I doubt that even you could bring down such a beast with ease.”
Gaston growled. “Be that true or otherwise, I would be happy to find out. You've always been smarter than me, so figure out how we're going to fight it.”
“There is only one way,” Baeden said. “Step into the river. I shall raise you into the sky on a pillar of ice. Once at equal height, I will navigate you close so that you may make contact.”
Gaston looked sideways at him. “Ice? You have developed such a skill? Even if that is so, you could never create a pillar of that size, it's-”
“Would you stop doubting my strength and do as I command, General?!” Baeden roared. “My power is far greater than you can imagine, and I will tell you why once you witness it for yourself. Now get in the river and brace your fucking legs.”
Gaston nodded begrudgingly and stomped into the river, never taking his eyes off the Prince. “Do what you will, then,” he challenged. Baeden held out his hands and exhaled, channeling all his magic into the fast-flowing water. Gaston looked down in bewilderment as the entire river came to a complete stop, and he felt the water around his legs growing cold. Within seconds, a circle of ice surrounded him, and he felt himself rising into the air. “Baeden, this is- GET DOWN, NOW!”
Baeden dropped his hands and dove sideways, avoiding three crossbow bolts by centimeters. Rolling to his feet, he looked to the other side of the river. Jarkan's entire invasion force was converging on them, horses and infantry trudging into the river. The ice surrounding Gaston shattered and he jumped back onto land, standing next to the Prince. “We must deal with these Jarkan cunts before we can do anything against the dragon,” Baeden whispered. “Stand behind me.”
Gaston did as asked, and Baeden threw his hands into the air, a vast wall of ice forming quickly in front of him. He could hear bolts slamming into the other side of it, and he pushed forwards, sending the wall crashing into their forces, clearing out dozens of men. Gaston crouched down and leaped clear across the river, landing in a roll and rising directly into an uppercut that sent a soldier into a tree with such force that it cracked in two, then grabbed another man by his wrists, wielding him as a club against his allies. Baeden was rapidly hurling spikes of ice, targeting the archers and letting Gaston handle the sword and spearmen.
“Fire!” Gaston shouted, and Baeden looked up to the dragon. Gaston had noticed it too late, the massive ball of flame was already upon them. Jarkan's soldiers screamed in fear and scrambled, trying fruitlessly to escape the range of the dragon's attack. With the impending impact just seconds away, Baeden's adrenaline exploded within him. He raised his hand and fell into a kneel, slamming his fist into the water at the river's edge. Gaston's mouth fell open in absolute, unmatched disbelief as all that was visible of the river vaporized in a single instant, forming a cloud of water that surrounded the two of them, as well as Jarkan's men. The fireball sunk into the mist, hissing and sizzling as the two opposite forms of magic clashed. The heat pounded down on Baeden's body as the elements dissipated, forming a burning rain that singed his skin.
Gaston was breathing heavily, staring into the nearly empty river that was only just starting to refill. He looked to Baeden and scoffed, the only reaction his mind could manage when met with such a feat. Baeden ignored him, getting up from his kneel and staring out at Jarkan's panicked men. “IS THIS WHO YOU WANT TO SERVE?” he roared, tearing off his helmet and throwing it at his feet. “I know that is your General up there, no other man could possess such power. Yet he attacks blindly, absent thought of his own men! The soldiers that should stand as brothers to him!” Baeden drew his sword, more ceremonial than functional for a mage, and thrust it into the ground. “Why do you fight us, while your leader cares not for your own lives? Why do you give your loyalty to such a man? You see my power, you will not win this day. Lay down your arms and live to see your families once again!”
One of the men who was laying in the riverbed struggled to his feet. “We...cannot,” he groaned. “Our King...he has gone mad with power. He practically holds our families hostage, he will kill them if we do not take your city.” He bent over and retook his sword, barely managing to stand straight again. “There is no surrender for us.”
“If you speak the truth,” Baeden started, “then you should join us, take up sword against him. There is no hope for your victory today, you must understand this. Sheath your blade right now, and you will not be executed, you will not be taken prisoner. Your forces have taken none of our lives, nobody will seek revenge on simple soldiers.”
The man gripped his sword tighter. “Our General could take your city by himself,” he breathed. “We do not want to fight you, we still wish to honor the treaties set by your father years ago. Yet our King leaves us absent choice. To protect our own citizens, we must take Lunambra or we must die. Now fight us or-”
The man was interrupted by an earth-shattering boom from above that shook the ground beneath them. He stumbled and looked around in confusion, his sword raised.
“What in the fuck is that?” another Jarkan soldier shouted suddenly. All eyes turned to him, pointing up towards the dragon. Baeden looked up, staring around the twisting monstrosity, trying to focus on the spot the man was pointing at. Seconds later, he saw it. A human form, soaring through the skies towards the dragon, a blur of red hair and pale skin, clad in Baeden's own maroon tunic.
Baeden's mouth opened and closed silently as he stared up at her. Finally, he found his breath. “Marina.”
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She had wished to fly throughout her entire young life. As she grew, she always dreamed of flying free of the Kingdom she was forced to serve. Upon growing to love Baeden, the dreams of leaving faded, yet her desire to join the skies had burned strong to this very day. As she looked down at the tiny trees rushing past her, happiness unlike any she had ever imagined flooded her body. Up here, this minute, this second, she knew that her power was absolutely limitless.
She focused her magic to the centers of her feet, hurling herself through the sky at speeds rivaling Queen Jenara herself. As she reached her fastest, she heard a massive boom that she knew would have deafened her if not for the protective layer of compressed air that surrounded her body. The sound of a hundred cannons firing as one, caused by her own body as she flew.
The dragon turned at the sound, facing her and releasing an immense roar. Despite facing the beast that could crush a city beneath its feet, she felt no fear. It opened its mouth wide again, and rather than a roar, a blast of fire burned into her irises as she charged. The flame caused nothing but a comfortable warmth as she burst through it, coming out the other side less than three hundred meters from the dragon's maw. Despite having never wielded magic coming anywhere near this, she felt total control, an absolute connection to her own domain that surrounded her. She turned sidways, holding her hands out to each side as though they were wings.
Despite the invisible nature of her magic, she could feel exactly what she was manipulating, and her mind put image to the air that she pulled from the infinite sky. The air surrounded each hand, shooting out in either direction and compressing tighter and tighter. The air pressure was so great that it began to sing as it sliced the sky, a roaring cacophony of pure elemental force. She straightened up, bringing both hands together and combining the two colossal blades of air into one. The dragon's mouth filled her entire field of vision at this point. One hundred meters away. Fifty. Twenty.
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Baeden dropped to his knees as the dragon was instantly and completely split asunder, blood flowing into the air from either side of its corpse. The two halves spiraled towards the forest below, twisting lifelessly as they fell. She has the power of a Primordial, he knew it right there and then. When...why... He shook himself from his astonishment, growing concerned that the dragon would destroy the Kingdom with quakes caused by its impact to the Earth. His worry was soon soothed, however, as the dragon's body began to disintegrate into a glowing mist. Its pieces grew smaller and smaller, and he almost lost sight of them completely before they took the form of two halves of a man. They harmlessly fell into the trees kilometers apart, never to be found again.
Everyone around him was absolutely silent. Jarkan's men stood in crippling awe, their sword hands limp at their sides. It was Gaston who finally spoke. “I never thought I would end up the weakest of us,” he whispered. “I never held any care for that girl, I never knew she wielded any power at all. And you, Baeden, how long has it been since you surpassed me so?”
The Prince got to his feet and forced himself to stand tall. He spoke loudly, directed at Gaston yet with desire for all of Jarkan's men to hear as well. “You may not wish to believe me, but each of us has been gifted limitless power by the Primordials themselves. The Oceanic Primordial visited me when I went to Great Oak, and while I am not sure when the Skyborn granted Marina her power, it is clear that he has. They obviously have plans for our Kingdom to gift us so, though for reasons I do not yet understand.” He turned from Gaston to directly address Jarkan's shaken soldiers once more. “Do you see now? You have witnessed such a thing with your own eyes. Do you still doubt our ability to save your Kingdom? To defeat your King?”
The man who had spoken earlier was the first to drop his sword. He fell to one knee and bowed in fealty to Baeden. “You speak the truth,” he said. “There is no other explanation for such a display of power. If the Primordials ally themselves with you, we shall as well. Please, my Prince, free our families.” The other soldiers dropped their weapons and followed his lead.
Baeden answered with a simple nod. He stepped next to Gaston, placing a hand on the taller man's shoulder. “There is no doubt that our Knights are on their way here. Lead Jarkan's men to meet them, and go back to the castle. Give them food and shelter, and treat them as you would our own soldiers. I will find my mother.”
“Aye,” Gaston grunted. He motioned for the surrendered soldiers to follow and stomped off into the trees as Baeden took off down the river.
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Part Nine – The Solborn Queen
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Jenara sat at the river's edge, staring blindly into the water. In the back of her mind she heard his voice, but it barely seemed real to her until Baeden placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with unfocused eyes as he spoke words she couldn't bother hearing. He was soon joined by Marina, who seemed to appear from nowhere. Baeden grasped Jenara's arm and helped the Queen to her feet. “Are you alright?” she managed to hear. She just stared in response.
“She's just completely exhausted after her battle,” Marina said. “And understandably so. We must get her back to the castle so she may rest properly.”
But she was not exhausted from battle. Her fight with the dragon was nothing. What caused her condition was the fact that it felt as though her entire body was filled with piss, an entire two day's worth of wine and water that had all moved through her and now sat in her bladder, absolutely demanding release. The reason why she did not simply let herself flow into the river was beyond her. She had plenty of opportunity after Marina left her. And yet for some incomprehensible, foolish reason, she held it all inside of her until her son arrived, and it was too late.
Was it dignity? She had already been seen half-naked by Jarkan's general. Yet her body would not allow her to find the relief that she begged for beyond anything else, not now that she had come so far. The heat of the dragonfire had dried the wet spots on her skirt, and she had not leaked any more once she was out of combat. Her belly had not bulged so far when she was pregnant with Baeden, and she prayed that neither him nor Marina would notice. They'll notice either way when I inevitably empty myself at their feet, her mind taunted.
She was thankful that Baeden ceased speaking. If she let her focus wander to even something as simple as forming words, she would lose all control. Baeden started leading her into the forest, and she walked behind him, absent all awareness of her surroundings. She let her son drag her as her privates quivered and her belly throbbed, every step sending quakes of pain and pressure all throughout her body. At our pace, it will take hours to reach the castle. I'll never make it. I cannot do this in front of my son. Anywhere else, anyone else...
With every last bit of strength Jenara had left, she suddenly lunged forwards and broke from Baeden's grip. She took two steps before she vanished in a shift, leaving her son and Marina behind. It was the most painful shift she had ever performed, ever since her first time as a little girl. She felt her magic breaking and fizzling as she moved, warping in and out of her speed as she approached the city. Once she was through the gates, it became slightly easier as muscle memory carried her into the castle.
My room. My chamberpot. Privacy, relief, it all took over her mind as she stepped into the now-empty great hall. She paid a price for the distracting thoughts, as the shift broke completely and she stumbled into a normal pace. Out of the great hall, into the entrance hall. She gripped the railing of the stairs that would carry her to her chamber, and heaved herself up one at a time. She had no clue how she was still moving, the her body trying to lock up every muscle in a last desperate attempt to keep her dry.
She was so full that she felt it almost in her chest, and the radiating pulses reached all the way to her fingertips and toes. She looked around to make sure she was truly alone, then tore off what was left of her damaged corset, burning it away into dust. To her lament, the removal of the garment did absolutely nothing to ease the pressure. Now dressed in only her skirt, she looked down and moaned as she saw the great bulge that contained all of her wee. She placed her left hand gently upon it, and even this slight touch sent a shock through her body that made her nearly fall. She just needed relief, so very, very badly.
The agony was overwhelming. She couldn't believe how much pain something as simple as a full bladder could cause. She looked around, desperate, unable to continue, her bladder thrashing, screaming, protesting as it reached its very limit. She forced herself to take just one more step, then another, and just one more. Jenara would never understand how she had been able to hold it in so long, but she knew there were only seconds left before she'd be exploding into her skirt if she did not reach her chamber now.
Somehow she reached the top of the stairs, and she turned left towards her tower. She tried to breathe, tried to focus as the next agonizing wave of torture started to build. She screamed out loud as her bladder pulsated madly within her. She needed wee so badly, so urgently. Trembling, she felt the pressure surge. Five steps later, she came to a halt as the strongest pulse she had ever felt crashed against her reddened lips. There was nothing more she could do. I got so close...just a few more-
“My Queen? We heard a scream...”
Jenara's heart practically stopped. She turned, eyes wide. Hazel and Sabina (who was in the form of Naida) stood together behind her, looking on with concern. Jenara stood there, her breasts out in the open, her skirt torn and dirty, her face sweat-soaked and her hair matted. The surprise and humiliation was too much for her. Without a chance to say one word in her defense, she began leaking uncontrollably, her wee falling out from under her skirt and soaking into the deep red carpet below. The two serving girls opened their mouths in surprise, stepping back as Jenara lost every semblance of control.
The Queen leaned against the wall and slid into a sitting position as she gave up completely. An ocean flowed out from under her, soaking into the carpet and spreading out in every direction. She exhaled properly for the first time in what felt like a week, letting the breath transition into a moan of pure pleasure and relief. She was completely defeated, humiliated in front of her servants, everything she thought of herself as a Queen flowing out of her sopping wet womanhood, but she had not a care in the world for any of it at this moment. Her skirt fell into her wee and soaked through instantly, damping the stream so it flowed around her rear, causing a great puddle beneath her. It just went on and on, a seemingly endless stream of hot wee that nearly reached Hazel and Sabina standing two meters away.
Despite the absorption of the carpet, the puddle reached the ledge of the second floor of the entrance hall and fell to the marble below. She could hear it splattering against stone even at this distance, and she knew there was absolutely no hiding such an accident. Even if she banished Sabina and Hazel from Lunambra, people would come into the hall at some point and see the mess coming from Jenara's wing of the castle. I'm going to have to run. Just shift to some other country and make a living as a lamplighter. Baeden will make an amazing King. He has not needed me for some time.
It was a full two minutes until her waterfall fell silent. The drip, drip, drip could still be heard falling to the floor below, and her two servants still stood by, watching her closely. She wished they would look away, but it was no matter at this point. Her body and mind exhausted, she forced herself to her feet and turned towards the two young girls. “So, what is going to happen now?” Jenara asked them quietly. “You going to run and tell everyone what I have done here? Humiliate me fully as vengeance for how poorly I have treated each of you in the past?”
The two of them looked between Jenara and her colossal puddle. It was Sabina who moved first. She slowly stepped into Jenara's lake, pushing past her to lean against the wall. She sunk into a sit in the middle of the wee, then looked up at the Queen. “I was so scared,” Sabina said with a small grin. “The dragon was so fearsome, I was so terrified, I lost control of my waters. Please, forgive me.”
Jenara sighed and smiled genuinely for the first time that day. “You sweet girl,” Jenara breathed. “However, nobody will believe that a tiny one like yourself produced this much piss. I fear there is no possible way out for me with this.”
“I couldn't hold it either,” Hazel said suddenly. She jogged up next to Sabina and sat down as well. “We were running for shelter, and when Naida started wetting herself, I lost control as well. We drank so much water last night, and with all the panic, we never got a chance to use our chamberpot this morning.”
At this very moment, Jenara loved these girls like they were her own daughters. “You would take the blame for this, after how I have abused you over the years?”
“We are not slaves,” Hazel said. “We both wield magic that could easily support lives outside this castle. We choose to stay here because we care for our city, and our Queen.”
“I will never forget this,” Jenara whispered. “You two will see vast rewards.”
“Please, my Queen,” Sabina said. “Just see yourself to your chamber to wash. After we are found, we will come to see you to proper dress for supper this night. Servants wee themselves all the time, it is rare for us to stay dry throughout a full day of duty. Not much will be thought of it.”
Jenara nodded, her eyes full of gratitude. She limped away, turning the corner into her tower. The water from yesterday's bath still sat in her chamber, and she placed her hands in it, focusing her fire magic until it was nearly at a boil. She tore off her skirt and sunk into it, leaning back as far as she could without drowning herself.
Now that she had relief, now that her mind was clear, she felt something burning within her. She had not used her fire magic in years. She knew she possessed it, but short of fooling around as a child, it had always remained hidden. After today, after she relaxed, she could feel its influence growing rapidly inside of her. The water surrounding her began to truly boil, yet she felt no pain. The magic overtook her, and as she closed her eyes, she could see a vision of the sun above, filling her senses with warmth and light.
“Jenara...you finally awaken. I have been waiting to meet you for a very long time.”
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Epilogue
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Baeden and Marina stepped into the castle, the gates still missing from their hinges. A couple dozen Knights and other nobles stood around the entrance hall, staring at something in the corner. “I must find the General and address Jarkan's men,” Baeden whispered. “See to my mother.”
Marina nodded as he walked off, and she approached the crowd. “My Lord, what is going on here?” she asked one of the nobles in the back. He turned to her, his face disdainful. “Two serving girls pissed themselves in fear of the dragon, right here in the hall. How unsightly...half the floor is soaked in it.”
Marina furrowed her brows and moved up the stairs, finding Naida and Hazel sitting in an absolutely massive puddle of wee, their faces unreadable. Naida – Er, Sabina, just relieved herself a little while ago, and Hazel not much earlier...they couldn't possibly have... The truth hit Marina like a ton of bricks. It was Jenara...that's why she was acting so strangely...there's so much, she must have been so desperate... Marina stepped into the puddle and helped the girls to their feet.
“I know what happened,” she whispered. “Your loyalty is admirable. The Queen is still just a person, she must have been absent relief for over a day...”
“Longer, I think,” Sabina breathed. “I have not had to empty her chamberpot since the evening before yesterday. And I thought you were impressive earlier...”
Hazel looked between them, a humorous grin growing on her face. “What have I missed between you two?” she giggled.
“Another time,” Marina sighed. “Come now, we must all clean up and see to our Queen. War is coming, and we have many long days ahead of us.”
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Hello, Readers. Thank you so much for continuing to support the Lunambra universe, and I sincerely hope you enjoyed this whole new world. As with the originals, this is going to be a trilogy as well. Stay tuned for Books Two and Three, as they will continue to bring storytelling and intensity that is unseen in any other example of Omorashi fiction.
-B.L.
Edited June 29, 2016 by Bulge_Lover
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A/N: Yo what up, another commission
There was a substitute teacher at school, and all day, Sabrina was dreading that class. She had heard plenty of rumors about how strict they were and she was terrified of what sorts of torment she would face in that class. It got to the point where she was barely able to focus on anything, and when it was nearly the end of the day, she realized that she hadn't remembered to go to the bathroom all day. She definitely needed to pee, and decided to go to the bathroom in between classes so she wouldn't have to worry about trying to get a hall pass.
The only problem was, when she got into the bathroom, Gem was just finishing washing her hands, and when she saw Sabrina, she gave her a wicked grin, closing in on her. Before Sabrina knew what was happening, she was cornered, and she tried to get around Gem, saying that she needed to use the bathroom before their break was over.
“Yeah, that'd probably be a good idea,” said Gem. “I heard this substitute won't let anyone leave the classroom for any reason. There was a girl second period who almost peed her pants, you know? Yup, I'd be real careful about that if I were you.”
Despite her words, her tone was mischievous and she did not budge, not letting Sabrina get around her until she suddenly looked up at the clock and said, “Oh no, would you look at the time? If I don't hurry, I'm going to be late to class!” With that, she was gone, but when Sabrina looked at the clock, she saw that Gem was right; she didn't have time for anything if she wanted to make it to class on time.
For a moment, she debated being late, but she knew for sure that she would get in trouble if she did that, but if she tried her hardest, she was sure that she would be able to hold it until class was over, even if it was a close call. She had to sprint to make to class on time, but she settled into her desk just before the bell rang, and breathed a little sigh of relief. Now all she had to do was make it through the next hour, and there wouldn't be any problem.
However, that was a lot easier said that done, she realized. Her need was a lot worse than she had thought, and she didn't realize that until she was already settled into her desk. Her bladder was a lot more full than she was used to, but it was too late to do anything about that now. She was too scared to even try to ask to go to the bathroom, and it was much too late to leave, considering the bell had already rung. She was stuck like this, and she was just going to have to make do.
It was going to be a long hour, and she tried to pay attention as the substitute introduced herself. She did seem fairly strict, and everyone in the classroom seemed equally terrified of her, since the rumors had spread throughout the whole school. Sabrina was sure that being nervous wasn't making the situation in her bladder much better, but she wasn't sure how to calm herself down as class went on, and all she could do was try to ignore how badly she needed to pee.
The lesson began and she did everything she could to tune out her own feelings and focus solely on what was being said to the class, but it was just so hard. She couldn't go without splitting her attention, because her bladder demanded too much of it, and it got to the point that she was afraid that if she didn't concentrate at least a little bit on it, she would lose control. Any efforts to ignore her need would likely be disastrous for her, and so it soon became impossible for her to pay attention to the lesson.
She only hoped that the substitute didn't notice that she was distracted, because she knew that she could not handle the added stress of whatever punishment she would be made to face as a result. Time drug on, and her situation only grew worse with each passing moment, her overfull bladder aching for relief and the clock seeming to go slower than usual. Sabrina almost groaned quietly, but caught herself, definitely not wanting to get into trouble for making any sort of noise.
This was torture, plain and simple. She didn't know why she hadn't realized how badly she needed to pee earlier in the day, why she hadn't gone before, why she hadn't been more aggressive with Gem so she wouldn't be stuck like this, but here she was. If only she had done something, anything, differently, then maybe she wouldn't be trapped in this impossible situation, but there was nothing she could do now but wait it out, no matter what.
And she would have to wait it out; there was no way she would be able to handle the humiliation of not making it. She couldn't imagine how horrible it would be if she had to wet herself in front of everyone, and she redoubled her efforts, crossing her legs underneath her desk. Just a little bit longer to wait...all she had to do was make it until the end of the class! She could do it, if she really tried.
Or, at least, she hoped she could, but even as she regained some of her confidence, it wasn't long before it faltered again. Sharp pangs assaulted her bladder every few minutes until she couldn't even sit still, and if she made it, it would be one of the closest calls of her life. She had to resist the urge to stare at the clock, both because she still needed to pretend to pay attention and because she was sure that seeing how slowly time was moving would only make her situation worse.
Sabrina did steal one quick glance just to see how much time had passed, and almost cried when she saw that she still had to survive another thirty minutes. It had only been a half hour, but it had felt like four times as much! She wasn't sure how much longer her bladder could endure, with time moving so slowly, but when she thought about the humiliation she would face if she didn't make it, she redoubled her efforts, clenching her muscles and squeezing her thighs together, holding back as if her very life depended on it- and she was sure that her social life did, at the very least!
For the next ten minutes, her efforts really did seem to help, and her hope that she would make it returned to her, but it was after those ten minutes were over that she began to panic again. There was still twenty minutes left of the day, and her bladder had begun to constantly ache again. Her legs were shaking, and it once again began to feel like she was going to lose control at any moment. Her bladder hurt so much that she couldn't stand it, and her eyes were watering from both panic and concentration.
Those next ten minutes were tense, and she was shaking so much she was sure that somebody would notice her efforts not to wet herself in the middle of class, but if anyone did, they didn't do anything to indicate it. Of course, she was so distracted by her own needs by now that she wouldn't be surprised if she had managed to completely block everyone out so much that she didn't hear someone laughing at her.
Finally, there was only ten minutes left in class, but she was so desperate at this point that even that seemed like it could be too long for her. Each minute that passed felt like an hour, and she leaked for the first time with eight minutes left on the clock. Quieting herself when she let out a small whimper, Sabrina didn't know what she was going to do. It wasn't enough to show outside of clothes, but it had dampened her panties considerably and it was a sign that her control was really slipping. Any minute now, there could be a leak she wouldn't be able to stop, and time was not moving any faster for her.
At five minutes to the bell, she felt another leak, this one much bigger than the last and almost impossible to stop. She knew that there would be a dark patch on her clothes, and that she would have to be very careful if she were going to keep anyone from noticing it, but that wouldn't matter if she ended up losing control before class was over. Each of those last five minutes took an eternity to pass, and she found herself counting down while she waited.
But then, at long last, the hour was up and the bell rang, and Sabrina was free to go to the bathroom. She breathed a sigh of relief, but when she tried to stand up, she realized that she was celebrating a bit prematurely. Any sort of movement jostled her bladder so much that she wasn't sure if she would be able to do anything without losing control, and it hit her that, even though she had made it to the end of class, she was not going to make it to the bathroom.
Whimpering, she tried again to stand, but her legs shook as she did, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to take a single step. Her first attempt alone was too much strain on her bladder, and it was with a soft cry of defeat that she lost control completely and began to wet herself, all while most of her class was still in the room. They all got a good view as the dark patch on her clothes spread out and as a puddle began to form on the floor, the splatter of liquid hitting the floor very loud as they all fell silent.
This went on for a long time, and it felt like even longer to Sabrina, as if her humiliation had caused everything to go into slow motion. By the time her bladder was completely empty, there were tears streaming down her face, and everyone was staring at her while she was frozen in place. A few people began to giggle, and that snapped her out of; grabbing her backpack, she ran from the room, ready to go home and get cleaned up and hide from this the best she could.
But it was as she was running out of the room that she heard the substitute say, in an almost sympathetic voice, “I wish she'd just let me know she needed to use the bathroom...”
~X~
Alone in her room, Sabrina still could not believe that that had happened to her in front of so many people! She was more humiliated than she had ever been in her life, and there was nothing she could do to change that. She looked everywhere for some sort of spell to make everyone forget it, but there were none that she was capable of. She was stuck having everyone remember that she had wet herself, and she didn't know how she would be able to return to school now.
But the most frustrating part about all of this was knowing that it was all Gem's fault. Gem had been the one to stop her from going to the bathroom before class, and it was Gem who had told her that the teacher wouldn't let her go to the bathroom, only for Sabrina to find out that that was a lie. Maybe she couldn't repair her own reputation, but there might be a spell to help her tarnish Gem's a little bit in revenge!
~X~
The next day at school, Gem was delighted to hear all of the stories about what had happened to Sabrina as a result of her little games. She was disappointed that she hadn't been able to be there to see it, but just hearing about it was enough to make her day, and she doubted Sabrina would be making a comeback from that little humiliation any time soon.
When she realized that she needed to pee, she decided to go to the bathroom right before lunch, but when she tried to, something strange happened. Even though she felt like she needed to pee, nothing came out, no matter how she tried. She wondered if there was something wrong with her, if she were sick or something, but she didn't want to waste much time on this if she didn't really have to go. She would just have to try again later, and she decided to ignore the urges for the time being.
But once lunch was over, she had to go even worse than before, and still she could not get anything to come out when she went to the bathroom. Something really weird had to be going on, but she had no idea what it was, but since she had to go to her afternoon classes, there was really nothing she could do about it for the time being. All she could do was sit patiently, ignoring the throbbing in her bladder even as it grew worse, and when each class ended, she would attempt to relieve herself with the same lack of success.
Gem groaned to herself as she settled into her desk for her last class of the day. She could not remember having to pee this badly in her life, but she had once again been unsuccessful in actually doing it. Her bladder ached for relief, but she had been unable to give it that, no matter how badly she wanted- and needed- to. Shifting in her seat, she hoped that the discomfort wouldn't get any worse, but it was not long before she realized that she hoped in vain.
Gem crossed her legs under desk, squirming and squeezing her thighs together as she struggled to pay attention. She had to pee so badly now that she would have been surprised if she were unable to, but she wasn't able to go to the bathroom and find out. Biting down on her lip, she wondered if this were some sort of karma, not that she believed in that sort of thing.
But it did seem like a strange coincidence that this would happen the exact day after she had caused Sabrina to wet herself, and she had to stop her thoughts there because there was no way she was going to wet herself like Sabrina had. No matter what happened, she wasn't going to let that happen, and she squirmed, hoping that her own resolve would be enough to carry her to the end of class.
Another sharp pang from her bladder caused her to quietly whimper, and she hoped that nobody noticed her struggle. If she could be more subtle about it, she would, but she didn't think she could afford to try to hold still when she was reaching such a critical point. Her resolve was just as strong as ever but her body was protesting, insisting that she give up and give in to the relief that waited for her. She hadn't been to the bathroom once since school had started, and never had she been made to hold it for this long, never had she felt the need get this bad.
Class was only halfway over when she leaked for the first time, and she gasped so audibly that a few people actually gave her inquisitive looks that she did her best to brush off. Things were bad enough without people staring at her, and she would do whatever she could to make it out of this with her dignity in tact. Anything to preserve her reputation, anything to keep herself from meeting the same humiliation that Sabrina had been faced with!
Her panties were damp, but she was determined to keep any further leaks from escaping and she squeezed her thighs tighter together. She was so frustrated, being able to leak now when she hadn't been able to go at all when she had actually tried to, and she wished that that problem would return. Instead, she only found that her best efforts were not good enough, and she leaked again, dampening her panties even more.
She felt as if she could cry, but that would only draw more attention to her. She didn't know what else to do and felt completely helpless as she sat there, squirming at her desk, fighting against a battle that she could not win. There was too much time left in class, and she was already at the end of her rope. It only took a few more minutes for another leak, and then another, until she couldn't stop one, and it dawned on her that she had lost; she was actually wetting herself in the middle of class.
Gem didn't know what to do, and just sat there, her face burning in humiliation. The classroom was so quiet that when the liquid spilled over off of her seat and began to hit the floor, everyone heard it, and soon all eyes were on her. She could hear snickering as she flooded her panties and created a large puddle beneath her desk, emptying everything that had been in her bladder that day.
She was so humiliated that she could hardly stand it, and she couldn't believe that this had actually happened to her. Standing up, she ran from the classroom without another thought, trying to get away from her laughing classmates. Now, everyone would make fun of her as much as they had Sabrina, and maybe even more! Had it really been karma that had caused this to happen to her?
Whatever the case, she was more humiliated than she had ever been, and she still couldn't explain what had happened to her to make her unable to go until it was inconvenient for her. If it was bad karma, she wondered if that meant she needed to be nicer to Sabrina, but she wasn't sure if she even knew how. |
Spoiler alert: Fullmetal Alchemist spoilers. Episode 48 of Brotherhood, Chapter 87 of the manga.
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Total darkness. Deep in the thick forest, even the moon's beams couldn't reach anyone on the ground. That was the plan, extinguish all light so the Homunculi, Pride and Gluttony, would be totally useless. Problem was, it left their target, Edward Elric, at the same level of uselessness. Thankfully, he had partners that could still fight; the heightened sense of Heinkel, a lion chimera, and one of the many princes of Xing, Ling Yao, currently sharing his body with the Homunculus Greed. They had the advantage, but the Homunculi were terrifying creatures, they could still turn the tides of battle.
That's why there were two more combatants charging in to assist the other humans, Ling's ninja bodyguards, Fu and his granddaughter Lan Fan. The young woman had just recovered from the process of attaching an automail arm after she lost hers in a fight against Wrath eight months ago. Automail surgery generally took years, and while Lan Fan had the determination to make it through faster like Edward before her, there's a limit to that speed. She hadn't fully healed yet, but back she went into the field to protect the young lord.
At the moment, Lan Fan was alone in the shadows of tree branches while her grandfather approached from a different direction to pin the enemy down. And she was in pain. Not just her shoulder trying to hold on to a new metal arm, though that was the primary suffering in terms of intensity. However, in her abdominal region, just below her stomach, was a duller ache, though still hurting. The ninja had to pee. Badly.
This wasn't the first time, of course not. She had gone through years of intense stealth training, she was a master of remaining hidden. Stopping to pee would not only slow her down, but would leave her defenseless for however long it took, as well as leaving a mark of her presence. Relieving herself was strictly out of the question. If she had to go, she was holding it until it was secure, no matter what. Wetting herself was not an option either, she would wait as long as it took without letting it affect her performance. Lan Fan was strong, Lan Fan was resolute, and Lan Fan was at her limit.
It would have been so much easier if she had gone to the bathroom before departing, she already had to by then, but punctuality was important. Ling was already in danger, time was of the essence, it would have been worse if they arrived a few minutes later. So for now, she just had to contain herself like an adult, even if she was 15. She'd just need to put a few Homunculi down, and then she could excuse herself behind a bush or a tree or something, anything.
She hit herself on the cheek (with her human hand) while holding her mask on with her automail. “Lan Fan, you are entrusted with the safety of the young lord. If you can't restrain your bodily functions, you're not worthy to this position. You will defend the Yao clan at any cost to yourself.” She could sense Gluttony's evil presence nearby, flailing around in blindness, with a similar aura mixed with Ling's jumping towards it. That was her cue to strike, as she drew the blade below the shoulder on her mechanical arm and waited for the precise second to jump, only after she was confident her very full bladder was secured.
Descending through the air with her arm in front of her, her acclimating eyes starting to see the fat Gluttony beneath her, her blade slicing through his flesh as her boots hit the dirt. The landing would look impressive even in full light, but she could tell she faltered, her ankles shook as she hit the ground. She should have had complete control over that, even with her center of gravity still adjusting, this was a bad sign. Only one blow had been landed, and she was already on a timer. They needed to win fast.
How did she let herself get into a fight in such a bad condition? This wasn't just a need to pee, this was pure, unceasing desperation. She could already feel her bladder filled to the brim, stretched out to near its capacity, probably unhealthily backing up to her kidneys. A lesser woman would have wet her pants long ago, but Lan Fan wouldn't let herself. Her underwear was still dry in an impressive display of self-control, but she was still human, it couldn't last forever. How badly she wanted to cross her legs, put a hand on her crotch, bounce in place, rip her pants down then and there, whatever would ease the pressure.
“Lan Fan,” Ling's voice called out. It was relieving to hear the young lord was alright, even with a Homunculus in his body. Just as Gluttony was recovering from the slice, Ling charged forward with his sword and cut the enemy down again. She didn't want to yet, she'd rather continue kneeling and ride out one of the many waves of desperation coursing through her at the moment, but she couldn't fail her prince. Against her better wishes, she leapt back into standing and cut Gluttony again, before jumping back into the safety of a nearby tree.
“Where are you? I can't smell you! I just want to eat yAUAGH,” the pitiful creature called out before being cut off by an explosion, which meant Fu had arrived and begun his assault. This meant Lan Fan had a few seconds to breathe and regain constitution, but it wasn't helping much. Being in a squatting position was not helping her resist the temptation to pee herself. At least she was alone right now, she could hold herself a little. Normally, she'd press her pants with her left hand to keep her dominant right available to throw a kunai, but with a weaponized left arm, it'd be a terrible idea, so right hand it was, as she rubbed her thighs together to aid in this fight.
This was bad. This was really, incredibly, impossibly, horribly bad. Lan Fan could tell by now, by the fact that the Homunculus had barely been injured by the attacks, there was no earthly way she could make it however long it would take to put Gluttony down, and that was without taking Pride on. She would have to pee very soon without any suitable place to do it. If this wasn't a dire situation, everywhere would be acceptable, which was only making her pressing desire worse.
Now, her mind was racing with any possible solutions. Squatting on a branch 10 feet above the ground, the thought certainly occurred to her to pull her pants down just enough and leak down. It'd be loud though, with the distance, heavy stream, and splashing, no way that could be hidden. Anything she could think of would cause noise, and even if she could suppress the volume, there was guaranteed to be a smell. She didn't drink enough to eliminate the odor for just this reason, and that just had to be the sense Gluttony was the most proficient in.
“I...I have to keep holding it,” the ninja whispered. This wasn't just losing honor or respect, if she stopped to use the bathroom as her body was begging her to do, she would be in serious danger. Even if she kept moving and wet herself, she'd have a traceable scent attached to her clothing, and her combat style of surprise and stealth would be entirely lost. But this wasn't just an inconvenience, she was literally on the verge of losing control, it wouldn't be possible to continue holding. Still, despite feeling she was about to burst, Lan Fan delicately removed her hand, already feeling the ramifications of having nothing to brace her bladder as a couple little drops leaking into her panties, indicating the storm would not be far behind.
The duty came first, so Lan Fan jumped from her perch and sliced Gluttony again, Ling carrying the combo with another cut. “Damn,” came a voice from the prince's body, but it wasn't his voice, which meant it had to be Greed. “You're quite the stud, having a fine woman like that hidden away!”
“What can I say, I'm full of surprises,” Ling's voice replied, as both retreated back into the darkness for another strike. Gluttony's various cries of pain echoed through the otherwise silent forest while Lan Fan hid behind a bush she wanted to do nothing more with than make it her toilet.
Her bladder was hurting her like a stab wound, and that was the most painful part of it to her. She was trained to cope with injury, she had cut off her own arm, the mere idea that a need to pee was not only distracting her, but worrying and scaring her, was pitiful. She knew she should be better than this, that a little urine shouldn't even be bothering her now. But she was still human, she couldn't last forever. She couldn't last any longer.
She had to reduce damage, finding the most efficient way to pee was the primary objective, holding it wasn't an option anymore, and her combat abilities would suffer if she continued to fight. She was already behind a bush low to the ground, her right hand was already on the waistband of her pants to pull them down. Her stealth gear was heavy, with plate armor, a long hood, and a mask to hide her face, but at least the bottom was just pants to remove.
Everything was silent, even Gluttony wasn't making any noise. “What is Edward doing to help,” she angrily wondered as her legs shuffled. She'd surely be noticed if she tried to go now, but she still pulled her pants down to her knees in preparation of the proper moment, leaving her black panties exposed if anyone could see. She wasn't ready to remove her underwear yet, for fear of not being able to control herself, but she was anxiously awaiting when she could. “Come on Fu, throw another bomb, make noise, give me some cover.”
The fact that there was still a thin cloth to cover her crotch did not mean much to her bladder, because a small, preparatory stream of pee trickled out and lightly splished on the brush below. She bit her lip, trying her hardest to force her bladder to stop, but it was tired and wouldn't obey. “Stop stop stop stop stop,” she quietly muttered, to no avail. And once she realized that, she yanked the panties down too, just to avoid soaking what she'd have to keep wearing.
She was peeing, she needed to and it was certainly good to take care of the urgent business, but she didn't want to be doing this yet. She bit her collar to muffle her own sounds, but it wasn't doing anything to the liquid noises, which sounded like a raging waterfall to her paranoid ears. The fact that it wasn't already a torrent was a testament to her iron will, but she'd rather it not even be the creek it was now. But her efforts weren't enough to stop it, so it continued with the hopes she'd succeed in containing the rest until it was safer.
Lan Fan was squatting behind a shrub, clothing out of the way, and peeing without being caught, this should have been perfect. But she knew, this was not the time no matter how it felt, it would only be a matter of time before someone noticed the little tinkling sound emanating from her position. She was pushing her exhausted muscles to close the flow, they obeyed just a little and slowed to a trickle, but refused to halt completely.
“Ooh, I can smell something!” Gluttony had to be referring to her, Lan Fan could smell herself too, that meant time was up. She hurriedly pulled her pants and underwear back up and ran, still unable to stop peeing past a few squirts. It was very bad that she had a scent on her as long as Gluttony was still standing, but there wasn't much she could do about that. She could ditch her panties to throw pursuers off her trail, but that'd only work if she could avoid wetting her pants, looking more impossible by the second. For now, she'd just have to accept this was yet another handicap.
Her panties were thoroughly wet, dripping down her legs, leaving her loose pants mostly untouched. Her whole outfit was black anyway, no one would see without precise lighting, but it was certainly still shameful. It wouldn't be the first time she'd wet her stealth gear, pushing to one's limits means failures, but she wasn't supposed to. The ninja just wanted the security to relieve herself fully so she could return to her sworn duty, the duty she should be worrying about now if her bodily needs weren't so imperative.
The sound of a heavy jump shot from not far away, and the aura of a Homunculus was fast approaching, even more evil this time. “I've got you now,” it shouted, a gravely undertone to the voice. Stepping in place out of desperation, Lan Fan wound her automail arm back, and punched Gluttony once he was close. Her fist just missed his face by an inch to the right, just as intended, her blade cutting his head as her arm flew past. As he was distracted by screaming in pain, Lan Fan ran.
Clearly ground level wasn't safe, but she didn't feel able to jump into a tree again. It was a difficult maneuver, and the feeling of a weight below her stomach, one about to explode with the pressure of a misconnected steam pipe, was not keeping her confident. Instead, she ran behind a tree far enough away, pressing her back flat against the trunk.
“Can't...can't hold it,” she panted. Her underwear was a dripping mess, spurts sliding down her legs into her boots, the wet patch on the crotch of her pants growing larger with each loss in control. Against her better judgments, she grabbed herself tight with her right hand, fighting not to put her automail in the same place, pressed her thighs together tight, and started bouncing. She couldn't help it anymore, dancing like a little girl, this was a necessity now.
She could hear Gluttony flailing around, but that was no longer Lan Fan's concern. She hooked her thumb of a shaking hand on the waist of her pants, ready to disrobe once more. “Please, someone give me an opening.” Her urethra was burning, the taste of emptiness lingering with full intention of completing it. Her tiny piddle had only made her desperate need to pee worse, with only a mildly relieved bladder to show for it.
Without warning, her support disappeared and she lost her balance backwards, about to fall on her ass with her mask falling off, Gluttony smacking it away before it hit the ground. As she tumbled, she could hear the Homunculus breathing, which meant he had probably eaten the tree, and now she was down at his mercy. Normally, she could do some fancy maneuver and escape, but she was surprised and not thinking straight. “I'm going to eat you,” the Homunculus exclaimed, reaching in to grab the ninja. At least no one would blame her if she wet herself while being eaten. Maybe she could escape his stomach like Ling did, however he did.
It felt like Gluttony was savoring the moment, scaring Lan Fan before swallowing her, and she was freaked out now. Death shouldn't paralyze her so much, this is what she was trained to face, but she was honestly terrified. And as such, now she started to have an accident, the warmth spreading through her pants, puddling in the dirt beneath her. Laying on the ground, it was making very little noise, just a little pattering against her clothing as she lost all hold over her bladder. While she was aware it was happening, there were a few too many other worries to think much of it.
Gluttony was leaning in, mouth probably agape since she couldn't see it, and Lan Fan accepted her fate. A defender of a prince of Xing was about to die while peeing herself. That's when a loud crunch above her, followed by Gluttony screaming for a solid few seconds before landing what sounded like far away. She had been so preoccupied she hadn't been sensing any chi, but she didn't need to check who arrived, because he asked, “Lan Fan, are you alright?”
She'd know that voice anywhere. “I'm sorry, young lord. I shouldn't have needed your assistance like that.” Now she was acting like she was trained to, after she had already lost and it didn't matter. But even after expressing shame for needing help, she still held her human hand out to be picked up to her feet.
“Don't be scared, sweetheart,” Greed's voice “comforted”. “You're a badass like me, we can take Gluttony down hard.”
The awkwardness caused by Ling's body being so crude made Lan Fan snap out of that trance and remember, she was still peeing. Standing in front of the prince, an ocean of urine, her urine, flooding her outfit and pooling beneath her boots. She could feel the warmth of hot pee pouring down, her now soaked pants clinging to her skin. Even without sight, there was no possible way anyone could mistake what happened to her. And without her mask to cover her face, she felt so exposed. “I'm sorry to ask this of you, young lord, but...could you please give me a minute?” It really sounded like she was about to cry.
Of course it was Greed who was listening. “Alright, fine. Finish pissing, and then that fat bastard's ours.” He sauntered away to somewhere, leaving his guard alone and hating herself. She couldn't bring herself to make any noise, instead opting to suffer with the only sound being the echoes of splashing. She didn't want to believe this could happen, but it was the truth, and she had to face her failure. Lan Fan, loyal bodyguard to Prince Ling Yao, wet herself.
She was utterly drenched, with almost no dry spot remaining on her pants by the time she finished. Not that she was surprised by her own bladder capacity, but it was mortifying that it had to all come out now. As the final clinging drops fell from her clothing, she clumsily stepped out of her own disgraceful puddle, shivering as the once tepid cascade turned freezing in the cold night air. She wanted to throw her pants away, discard the humiliation and bitter chill, but...she had been through enough already without stripping halfway. She'd rather risk hypothermia.
She reached her hand up to cover her face, shaking it first to dry it off as best as possible from the palm touching the ground as the puddle spread. Before she could even touch her head, something she didn't hear being thrown flew at her, and she grabbed it with impressive finesse. “I found your mask,” Greed called. Why did it always have to be Greed? “You should probably put it on. I'd want to after that.”
Not a very understanding or supportive Homunculus, but he did still return her mask. She did want to put it back on, so she flipped her hood back, showing her black hair tied back in a bun as she tied the mask back onto her face, pulling her hood back. She looked like a full ninja again, standing straight in full uniform. Except that the uniform was soaked.
“You all better now,” Greed asked. “Good. We've still got Homunculi to hunt. And take those clothes off once we've got privacy.” That made Lan Fan legitimately angry, using her prince's body to seduce her like that, but she had the weird, baseless feeling a sincere intent from Ling was buried somewhere. And she needed both of them for the fight, so she let it slide once. They both ran to where Greedling punted Gluttony prepared for a fight, though it would be an uncomfortable one for the ninja. |
The Angel Of Overwatch
Author's note: So ahh this is my first fanfiction and its pretty long I can imagine it might be bad I'll accept criticism just please don't go overboard please.
Doctor Angela “Mercy” Ziegler was a miracle worker straight and simple. If you were badly wounded Mercy fly over in her Valkyrie suit heal you nearly instantaneously with her Caduceus Staff. If the enemy was breaking through she would switch her staff to power buff mode and the enemy would be pushed back with the new strength acquired through her abilities. Finally if you were literally dead laying on the floor and having breathed your last she would happily raise her hand once the battle ended and declare that heroes never die while smiling radiantly at you.This is without even mentioning the crazy all-nighters she would pull at Gibraltar fixing someone up if her Caduceus Staff wasn’t enough, or staying awake making upgrades to the Resurrection Process and Valkyrie Suit. Due to all these things she does every member of Overwatch held some degree of respect for her and her work.
Even the more evil characters in Overwatch had no ill will towards the woman (Reaper, Widowmaker, Junkrat, and Roadhog) although Reaper and Widowmaker didn’t care as much for the medic as the others who were constantly asking her to work less, the two did understand her survival was a necessity for Overwatch.
Mercy never acted on any of the calls to work less always making excuses like “Genji sensors were malfunctioning’, or The Caduceus Staff needs adjustments for the next battle,” and or something worthy of drinking tons of coffee to perform a dangerous all-nighter. The other Overwatch members thought she was always hypocritical about the “Stay in Bed Rule,” and how you need eight hours of sleep per day. They even knew that half of these were lies and were excuses to go back to research or treating patients who weren’t in need of immediate care (D.va once stated she was like Robin from Fire Emblem however no one got the meaning) they never dared to say this to her face however as she saved their lives too many times to count and reprimanding her after that was more than disrespectful.
Strangely however after one day this happened a lot less and she began resting and taking breaks like a normal human being should. She took way less all-nighters and drank less coffee because of it. Nothing particular happened this day except for her and a few others going on a mission to Illios, Greece that day perhaps something occurred during the trip?
Angela woke up face first on her desk in Watchpoint Gibraltar and immediately wondered why she had her Valkyrie suit on. Then she remembered that she had made the adjustments to make the Valkyrie suit travel approximately 30 cm further at max range yes even such a small height was important to the Angel of Overwatch. She peered over her desk and saw it was six o’clock. Looking over to the left of her desk she saw the 4 cups of coffee she drank during her awake ‘till twelve shift and immediately regretted it immediately she felt an urge coming from her crotch to run to the restrooms and let out all that coffee however she heard something on the loudspeaker. “Angela Ziegler, Genji Hanamura, Jack Morrison (Soldier 76), Junkrat, Hana Song (D.va), Lena Oxton (Tracer) you are due to the dropship in 3 minutes for Illios.” (It had to be Illios she thought why couldn’t it be London if we went there even if there was no bathroom on the ship I could make it no problem). The drop pad was all the way across the establishment she wouldn’t be able to get to the restrooms pee and get there in time. The question of whether to oblige her own personal need to pee or the needs of Overwatch was answered immediately. Overwatch owned dropships had restrooms on them anyway did they not it was just a couple minutes away she could make it. She picked up the half empty cup of coffee drank it for the extra wake up and then took her caduceus staff and blaster from the wall and desk respectively. When she got there she noticed the dropship was a different shape than usually and was that… rust? It the details were of no matter she got on and looked around this was an Overwatch ship after all.
Once she got on Angela was immediately confused, the ship didn’t look like the standard Overwatch dropship at all and instead more like the standard cargo ship. Remembering the schematics of one that Winston once showed her Angela immediately pressed her thighs together tightly. (These ships…had no bathroom but this is Overwatch right there has to be one! There has to be!) as if on cue with the thought her bladder gave out a response spasm but Angela held on (Oh no this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening! Have to pee! Have to pee!) The ship took off and the ship shook a bit further jostling her bladder it took a lot of willpower not to directly hold herself at that moment. The AI happily declared they were off to Illios it also stated the flight would last ninety minutes. (No please I can’t get off now and…! Ich muss in der toilette zu pinkeln!) The alarm bells began ringing inside of Angela’s head and they were ringing loudly.
In an act of utter desperation and hope beyond hope she looked around for any sign of relief for her problem. Looking around frantically near the door of the dropship she saw no indication signs of any toilet anywhere. Without noticing she began to tap her foot on the ground to help ease her urge. Moving to the middle of the ship she heard Junkrat teasing Lena (who was dressed like a hipster). Even though Angela had bigger problems on her mind she took notice of that. She saw Hana clothed of not her pink jumpsuit and headset. Instead she had machine goggles and a dirty brown headset on her head. While she donned a simple gray tank top and brown cargo pants complete with many pockets for mechanic tools. Hana was moving her mecha into a crate large eight foot crate.
Even though she wanted to know why Angela had no time to question why everyone was dressed so… crazily. (No, no bathroom in here come on please, please whatever deity exists please let there be one on the cockpit!). Jack was nowhere to be seen but knowing him Angela assumed he was on the controls and began moving there as swift as one could go whilst keeping their thighs slightly pushed together. Genji however was in her way and was leaning on the wall just in the way of the cockpit. (Why now! Please don’t talk to me! Wait! I can ask him about the restroom!)
“Mercy, Angela?” Genji asked. Driven from her thoughts of having Genji tell her if there was a toilet she looked up towards Genji. “Yes Genji,?” she replied doing rather well at keeping her need unnoticeable. “Is there something wrong? Normally you would’ve berated Junkrat for teasing Lena but you just walked right by, and just right now just stopped there and stood.” “Oh? That? Well I was calculating ways to make the Caduceus Blaster more effective. As of right now if something happened and I was cornered I wouldn’t be able to fight very effectively as I would have no teammates. As much as I detest fighting I understand how bad the fight against Talon has gotten and that we need as much firepower as we can get.” “…” Genji appeared to be thinking for a moment. “Very well Doctor Ziegler just don’t push yourself too far, spacing out like that isn’t always good. If anything is wrong please tell me.”
“Genji about this mission…” “Yes?” The cyborg replied “Why is it everyone dressed strangely again and why are we on a cargo vessel instead of the regular dropships?” Angela asked she began to push her thighs closer together in a discreet attempt to hold it her need was getting worse she might be in a lot of trouble soon. “Don’t you remember the meeting? This is a stealth mission. We are to find the Talon cell in Illios as discreetly as possible thus we are dressing up as traveling merchants. Junkrat kind of looked the part of junk selling person so we didn’t have to change him also he was the one that made D.va’s scrap mecha and made our ‘high quality’ sales items. Tracer and D.va are the vendors who will listen around the market for Talon. You, Jack, and I are to be a soldier, a Stock-Valkyrie equipped medic and their omnic assistant.” “Thanks Genji” Angela replied she moved her leg a little.
“Are there any glaring differences about this ship and the regular Overwatch dropships besides the obvious?” “Hmm…” Genji began to think unbeknownst to him Angela’s mind was as loud as a warzone her foot was tapping on the ground loudly. (Please don’t say no bathroom, Please say there is a bathroom PLEASE, PLEASE IT’S GOING TO BE TOO MUCH SOON) Mercy may have been hearing things but the next few words Genji said seemed slower and louder. ”Well…for one there are courts or fields in here so if you want exercise... hope someone brought a ball” (Yes,Yes…!) Mercy began to imagine the sweet relief of the toilet her hope beyond hope was paying off! “There is no internet here as this ship isn’t equipped with the servers you’d see near the basketball court so literally no games to play except those with the team.” (YES,YES,YES!) The fantasy of that toilet came closer she actually leaked a bit but immediately stopped it and waited for his last statement. “Finally hmmm… there is no toilet here.” Mercy heard literally nothing else of what Genji just said the news hit her like his Dragonsword to her face, no Hanzo’s dragons damage condensed into her angel shaped body added in their too, destructive enough so that her Caduceus staff couldn’t repair the damage and she couldn’t be resurrected at all. There was no restroom, no place to go she just had to hold it and to Mercy that was as good as wetting herself when she first awoke. Genji had pretty much told Angela in those few words “Doctor Angela ‘Mercy’ Ziegler you are doomed to the fate of peeing oneself you may only delay the time you will leak. Please spare yourself the pain of holding and do it quickly behind some cargo please.” Angela’s bladder gave off a ‘NO’ spasm at having found out the lack of a toilet and she might’ve lost control if she hadn’t gently but firmly pressed both her hands on her nether regions in what looked like a respectful gesture. It still hurt though and she was on the verge of crying there but managed not to with the presence of Genji.
“Angela are you okay?” Genji asked again for what was the second time now. Mercy had been acting strange this whole time. There was something deeply familiar about her mannerisms, something from when he was human. He couldn’t remember what it was and activated his scanners out of frustration and most everything turned various shades of green.
Scanner Status:Ready
Starting vital analysis of target
Heart rate: 176 beats per minute
(Her heart rate was a lot higher than normal like she was fighting something but what would she be fighting here? Angela is obviously perfectly safe here in the dropship.)
Target is taking 22 breaths per second
(Her breaths per minute are higher than normal as well something is very wrong here)
Target is performing excessive movement
(She is fidgeting her legs and hips a lot are they shaking?)
Brain is displaying signs of panicked thought
Diagnosis: Distressed, Shocked, Recommended course of action caution
This was the line it was here that the ninja made sure to keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe. On the off chance something or someone really was doing something to her here he would make sure they would face an angry dragon soon enough. “Uhh… I’m fine Genji that was all… thank you again…” She smiled and even Genji whilst focusing on her vitals and calculating what was wrong was able to tell it was forced. Angela turned around and left. She walked slowly her legs were stiff and one of her hands weren’t visible.
The first thing Angela did after her talk with Genji was check the time it had been twenty minutes seventy to go. Angela was determined to fight through this and get to a bathroom in Illios she had to she couldn’t pee herself! Next she started a game of Chess with Junkrat as it would help her keep her mind off her bladder and instead on something else besides it was a slow strategy game with Junkrat where he can’t blow things up. It should be easy. Like everything else Mercy thought that day however it was wrong. Junkrat was actually a brilliant strategist laying out his troops like the bear traps he is so fond of using. He would lure her in with the bait this time being his knight and then immediately send out what would be his explosives which came in the form of the humble pawn. To her advantage it worked and she began thinking about the game rather than the pain coming from her crotch. That was until Junkrat pulled his bishop out and took his queen an action that dismantled her strategy and shocked her so much she leaked slightly. She let out an “Eep!” for both reasons and squeezed her legs harder together and as inconspicuously as possible let her left hand firmly press down on her hole keeping it under control but only barely there was still a bit on her panties and Angela had to resist the temptation to try to add in a bit more pee to her panties to feel better. “HAHAHAHAHAHA got you get didn’t I!” Junkrat exclaimed. He then began pressing his troops forward into a dangerous position for Mercy and took the game from there. After the game Junkrat got up shook Angela’s right hand and happily declared “Good Game mate!” and left probably to annoy Tracer.
Angela got up very slowly and moved slowly behind a wall of crates that were placed so that none could see inside and she could hear you if you were coming her face was very red. That is she could hear you if you weren’t a ninja whose new body helps improve their already superb stealth skills using a trick he learned from one of Hana’s video games he took a cardboard box and hid under it slowly moving past the wall. Angela however was having a battle between four cups of coffee held on for seven hours (Just twenty five minutes Angela you can do this…) was the main thought dominating Angela’s mind. She was getting to her limit. She sat down and jammed both her hands into her crotch and held herself as tightly as she could.
Angela didn’t care at this point and she didn’t listen for any noises beyond her wall of crates the only two things in her mind was the side of her to let it go release and just pee and the other side of her telling her not to and why she couldn’t. “Oh but you need to pee right it’s just here no one will see no one will notice you could just clean it up later if you want! Besides isn’t it dangerous to hold it like you are?” “NO but you can’t if you do you’ll be humiliated you’ll ruin the Valkyrie suit and it’ll be just like when you wet your dress back then!” Angela agreed with the side telling her not to pee she fidgeted as much as possible and somehow found the strength despite her trembling body to hold on even tighter.
The newfound pressure was addictive it lifted that feeling of pain and ‘just pee’ from her mind for the moment however it was short lived. Soon the feeling was back and no matter how much she held herself it still felt the same it still hurt the same she still had to pee. “It’s coming! You need to go before you ruin the suit! Just take it off and pee! You can’t take much it much longer you’ll never make it! Even if we get to Illios you’ll pee once you take your hands off!” That side of her mind had a good point and her thoughts of just letting go made her leak which was enough to go through her panties and she took it all back.
She as fast as she could got up then and buckled her knees inward in an attempt to push her thighs further together “ha…ha…ha…ha” her breath rife with strain was loud and clear for any passersby and she was beet red. (Just…Have…To…Keep…it…together…just…until… Illios…) she was losing strength and she couldn’t keep it up for much longer. Mercy didn’t even have the brainpower to devote a quick prayer towards anything for Illios anymore it was just her suit, her hands, her thighs, and knees keeping her from a yellow tidal wave.
Genji’s box rounded the corner and was set down. He made an incision for his visor earlier and pushed it out. The view he got did more than surprise him. Mercy was doubled over both hands were in her crotch holding on as if for dear life. Instantly he understood what kind of mistake he had made. He could hear her breath it was panicky and without rhythm her knees were buckled and she looked as if a little girl desperate and waiting for the potty her beet red face had its eyes closed in concentration. Her hair covered half her face yet he could tell that what was underneath was a face full of strain and pain. He checked the built in clock on his visor she had 10 minutes left at this point she could never make it. While he was doing this he realized something else disgusting as it was to say it he enjoyed the view he liked seeing Angela Ziegler at the breaking point bursting to pee but he had to help her after all gave him a new life the least he could do is help her here.
She knew she wasn’t going to like it she knew she might hate him for it call him pervert and a thousand other words in German but he didn’t want to watch her fight such a terrible battle which she would obviously lose. He uttered a quick prayer to the dragons for protection and began his plan. He got out of his box she didn’t hear him, he walked over to her she didn’t notice him, and then he crouched down to her eye level and gave her a hug slowly standing up once her arms were at her sides. Mercy’s eyes opened to the feeling of cold steel gently pushing her arms away from her crotch and onto her hips. Immediately the effects were felt Mercy tried to look down but the body of metal her head was resting on stopped her. She was peeing and she tried her best to stop it but her exhausted sphincter refused to work and she felt the warm liquid travel along her lower body and drip on to the floor or the leg of the person who was hugging her.
At first it just hurt to pee seeing as how her bladder was so stretched it was just deflating back into a comfortable position but then it felt like bliss but she knew it was wrong she was conflicted on whether to cry in anguish at how she had an accident at thirty-seven or cry in happiness at having lost the terrible feeling of her bladder. Nonetheless she cried on the shoulder of who she realized to be Genji. Soon the euphoria of having let the contents of her bladder go was gone and Mercy remained crying out of sheer sadness and embarrassment. She pulled Genji closer and cried all over his shoulder. Angela then released the hug, took a step back and took a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes.
Then she looked towards Genji with a look of melancholy and said “I’m sorry you must think I’m terrible I can’t hold myself, I got my pee and tears all over you, you must’ve seen me holding myself like a little girl just because I refused to stop working like you and the rest told me to told me to.” “I hid this from you and from everybody when you guys could’ve helped and broke my own code of we all work together…” She paused to take a breath as she was still sniffling. Genji hadn’t said a word and was regarding her silently. He then did something she didn’t expect him to do in front of anyone but his brother. He took off his visor. Genji’s face looked much the same as he had when he was young and was transplanted into his current body. He held an expression of what looked like a mix of understanding, sadness, and something else… he gently quieted her saying “Angela listen to me ,we all make mistakes mine was my youth, yours was (he motions towards the ground) this…but you save peoples’ lives on a daily basis you were in Iraq when we were called helping the worst off of humanity. You are more perfect than I am now or have ever been. You are kind and sincere you work from dusk ‘till dawn making sure none of us die an example would be last night and you even made a way for bringing us back even from beyond what was once considered the final end. You aren’t terrible Angela you’re amazing the fact I’m here alone proves it.”
Angela began to let up on her tears mid-way through his speech and seemed shocked about the praise he was giving her. “T-Thank you Genji it really means a lot… (She looked down sadly) but this puddle isn’t going to clean itself. The others will find out eventually. Not to mention the Valkyrie suit is soaked…” Genji reset his visor while she was speaking “Angela where did you last leave your caduceus staff?” Genji questioned. “Uhm… near where I played chess with Junkrat…” she replied quietly. Genji retrieved her staff as well as a stack of paper towels to go with it and returned to the wall of crates. “Here.” he said handing her the staff “Your suit will have to dry off naturally but we can wipe away the puddle here and say you spilled water on yourself.” “Now then give me the power boost and we can start working!” He declared “Genji…” Angela said “Thank you.” |
Inspired by: http://rivertimeline.tumblr.com/post/132748655564/tfw-you-have-to-take-a-shit-but-apparently
Author's note: I know that Frisk has an ambiguous gender, but for the sake of this story, Frisk will be female. Cause its my story, so shut up. Nah, just kidding. But seriously. My choice this time. Don't like it? Think Frisk should be macho manly? Write your own story and go nuts! :-) ANYWAYS... without further ado, let's begin my first omorashi story.
But first...
DISCLAIMER: I, in no way, own Undertale or any of its characters, story, etc. All credit for the amazing game goes to Toby Fox, and I highly recommend playing it if you haven't already. It's really cool.
CHAPTER 1
Frisk walked into an area of the RUINS, and saw a bare tree, surrounded by red leaves at its base. After taking a mere two or three steps forward, Toriel could be heard, saying "Oh dear, that took longer then I thought it would." She appears just off to the right of this tree, not noticing Frisk until she attempted to call the cell phone she had given her, only to hear the ringing from within the room. Surprised, she approached the child, the worry washed away with relief that they found their way here. "How did you get here, my child? Are you hurt?" She asked.
After briefly inspecting her for wounds, she said, with surprise in her voice "Not a scratch... Impressive! But still..." Though, frankly, she suspected Frisk would be unharmed, what with her hasty retreat from the training dummy. "Still..." She said, "I should not have left you alone for so long. It was irresponsible to try to surprise you like this." She noticed, however, that Frisk could not hold still, and must have though she was getting a little impatient. "Err..." She trailed off, then said "Well, I suppose I cannot hide it any longer. Come small one!" she said with excitement, before leading Frisk to her home in the RUINS.
Seeing such a cute, tidy house in the RUINS gave Frisk DETERMINATION. However, her troubles were far from over, as the pressure of her bladder slowly continued to build...
Upon walking into her new home, Frisk was greeted once again by Toriel, who excitedly told them "Do you smell that?"
Frisk took a brief moment to smell for herself. A wonderful aroma was sensed from the kitchen. It smelled like...
"Surprise!" Toriel exclaimed, stopping that train of thought at its destination. "It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie." Hearing this brought a smile to the human child's face, as it has been some time since she had last eaten. Toriel continued "I thought we might celebrate your arrival. I want you to have a nice time living here. So I will hold off on snail pie for tonight." A feeling of minor shock, then relief came over Frisk, as snails did not sound like a good meal for a human child.
"Here," Toriel said "I have another surprise for you." She led Frisk right, a short walk down a long hallway. "This is it..." Toriel said, taking the child's hand to lead them to... "A room of your own. I hope you like it!" Toriel rubbed Frisk's head affectionately. "Neat!" Frisk exclaimed. "But, uh..." Toriel looked at Frisk. "What is it, my child?" She asked. "Where's the toilet?" Frisked asked rather curtly. A look of confusion washed over the goat-like face of Toriel. "What's a toilet?" Toriel asked, puzzled. A feeling of dread hung over Frisk. No toilet? That's gonna be a huge problem down the line.
"Is something burning..." A look of small surprise washed over her. "Um... Make yourself at home!" She exclaimed before rushing off towards the kitchen.
Frisk entered the room. Inside was a lamp, a shoebox containing shoes of varying sizes, a dresser, with an empty photo frame on top, a cabinet beside it, a child sized bed, and at it's foot, a box full of toys.
Putting off the pressure of her bladder as something that can be taken care of at a later time, with or without a toilet, Frisk turned off the lamp and hopped into bed for a nap.
CHAPTER 2
Upon waking, Frisk hopped out of bed, and was greeted by the sight of a slice of butterscotch-cinnamon pie. She picked up the pie slice and put it in her inventory. She then remembered her growing need, but without a toilet, there wasn't much she could do. She was much too nervous to squat outside in the RUINS. What if a monster saw her peeing? Can't have that. She walked out of the room, and headed for the living room to talk to Toriel. If she wanted to have some private relief without a toilet, she certainly wasn't going to do it in the RUINS. Hopefully, somewhere outside the RUINS, she could find the privacy she needed.
Frisk entered the living room, and saw Toriel sitting in a large chair, reading a book. She approached her. "Up already, I see?" She said. "Um, I want you to know how glad I am to have someone here. There are so many old books I want to share. I want to show you my favorite bug-hunting spot. I've also prepared a curriculum for your education." Toriel wasn't even trying to hide her excitement at this point. "This may come as a surprise to you..." she said, "But I have always wanted to be a teacher." After an awkward moment of silence she said "... actually, perhaps that isn't very surprising." Frisk nodded. "STILL."she said sternly, "I am glad to have you living here. Oh, did you want something? What is it?" She asked. Frisk decided it was worth asking once more. "Where's the bathroom?" She asked Toriel, who responded" Oh, are you wanting to take a bath, my child? It's at the end of the hall."
Upon hearing this, Frisk got a little excited. So excited, a drop or two leaked into her panties. Though she quickly regained control. With that, she walked briskly down the hall and opened the fourth door. Inside was a sink and a tub/shower. But...
"Where is the toilet!?" Frisk said in a panic. Not wanting to reduce herself to peeing in a sink or bath tub, she decided she had to leave the RUINS. Her DETERMINATION was too strong to give up now
Frisk went back to Toriel, and asked "When can I go home?" Toriel said "What? This... this IS your home now." Trying to change the subject, Toriel said "Um... would you like to hear about this book I am reading? It is called 72 uses for Snails. How about it?
Not wanting to waste time, Frisk asked "How do I exit the RUINS?" Trying to keep the subject away from the human child leaving her, she said "Um... how about an exciting snail fact? Did you know that snails... have a chainsaw-lile tongue called a radula? Interesting."
Frisk was getting too desperate to get distracted, and once again asked how to exit the RUINS.
"... I have to do something. Stay here." Toriel said. With that, she put away her book, took off her reading glasses, stood up, and quickly exited the room, descending downstairs to the basement. Curious, Frisk decided to follow her.
CHAPTER 3
Frisk descended the staircase to the basement. Unlike the bright friendly atmosphere of the house itself, the basement was dark, ominous, and uninviting, but far from threatening to someone with as much DETERMINATION as Frisk.
After walking a short way down the hall, she saw Toriel. She did not turn to face the human girl, but sensed her presence. She spoke "You wish to know how to return 'home,' do you not? Ahead of us lies the end of the RUINS. A one-way exit to the rest of the underground. I am going to destroy it. No one will ever be able to leave again. Now be a good child and go upstairs."
Destroy the exit? Frisk couldn't let that happen. She followed Toriel further down the hall. After catching up with her again, she spoke up again "Every human that falls down here meets the same fate. I have seen it again and again. They come. They leave. They die. You naive child... If you leave the RUINS... They... ASGORE... (make that red if you can) Will kill you... I am only protecting you, do you understand? ... go to your room." With that, she went ahead once more.
Frisk took this in. But remembering what's at stake, she would rather be killed then seen wetting herself. She went after Toriel again.
After carving up with her at a bend in the hall, Toriel once again spoke to Frisk "Do not try to stop me. This is your final warning." She went left, down the bend. Once more, Frisk followed, determined to get out of the RUINS before she had an accident. She gave herself a quick hold to help calm her bladder's protest, then, against her better judgement, she drank the Spider Cider she had in her inventory. But as she drank, she noticed something... odd. Rather then travel down her throat to her stomach, it hit the back of her throat, and... dissolved. That's when she realized that THAT'S why Toriel did not have, or NEED a toilet. The food here was not digested, but rather, had magical properties that healed the consumer, and gave them a feeling of fullness, but because of these magical properties, did not create a waste for the body to expel. At the very least, it would take some time before Frisk lost control. All she had to do was convince Toriel to let her leave the RUINS.
Frisk approached Toriel for the last time.
After a brief, deep inhale, Toriel spoke. "You want to leave so badly? Hmph. You are just like the others. There is only one solution to this. Prove yourself... Prove to me you are strong enough to survive.
The room darkened, and the FIGHT began.
*Toriel blocks the way!
*Mercy
*Spare
"....."
Toriel attacks with double paw sweep.
*Toriel looks through you.
*Mercy
*Spare
"..... ....."
Toriel attacks with Fire waves.
*Toriel prepares a magical attack.
*Mercy
*Spare
"..... ..... ....."
Toriel attacks with Fire waves II
*Toriel looks through you
*Mercy
*Spare
"...?"
Toriel attacks with paw sweep
*Toriel takes a deep breath
*Mercy
*Spare
"What are you doing?"
Toriel attacks with double paw sweep
*Toriel looks through you
*Mercy
*Spare
"Attack or run away!"
Toriel attacks with Fire waves II
*Toriel looks through you
*Mercy
*Spare
"What are you proving this way?"
Toriel attacks with paw sweep
*Toriel takes a deep breath
*Mercy
*Spare
"Fight me or leave!"
Toriel attacks with paw sweep
*Toriel takes a deep breath
*Mercy
*Spare
"Stop it."
Toriel attacks with paw sweep II
*Toriel looks through you.
*Mercy
*Spare
"Stop looking at me that way."
Toriel attacks with Fire wave II
*Toriel looks through you
*Mercy
*Spare
"Go away!"
Toriel attacks with paw sweep II
*Mercy
*Spare
"..."
Toriel attacks with paw sweep II
*Toriel looks through you
*Mercy
*Spare
"... ..."
Toriel's attacks are faltering
*Mercy
*Spare
"I know you want to go home, but..."
*Mercy
*Spare
"But please... Go upstairs now."
*Mercy
*Spare
"I promise I will take good care of you here."
*Mercy
*Spare
"I know we do not have much, but..."
*Mercy
*Spare
"We can have a good life here."
*Mercy
*Spare
"Why are you making this so difficult?"
*Mercy
*Spare
"Please, go upstairs."
*Mercy
*Spare
"....."
*Mercy
*Spare
"Ha ha..."
*Mercy
*Spare
"Pathetic, is it not? I cannot save even a single child."
*Mercy
*Spare
"..."
*Mercy
*Spare
"No, I understand. You would just be unhappy trapped down there. The RUINS are very small once you get used to them. It would not be right for you to grow up in a place like this. My expectations... My loneliness... My fear... For you, my child... I will put them aside."
The fight ends.
"If you truly wish to leave the RUINS...
I will not stop you. However, when you leave... Please do not come back. I hope you understand."
Tears started to fall from Frisk's eyes, and Toriel gave her a living embrace.
"Goodbye, my child." She said lovingly.
Toriel walked past the human girl, took one last look at her, then retreated upstairs, towards the patch of flowers where Frisk landed.
With Toriel out of sight, Frisk doubled over, grabbing at her crotch to keep the floodgates closed. After regaining control once again, she headed through the large door, and down a long hallway. At the Hall's end, was a small patch of grass, similar to that just before the ruins. And in the middle was that flower.
"I bet you feel really great." He said.
"You didn't kill anybody this time. But what will you do if..." but Frisk was in no mood to hear this speech. She had a much more pressing matter to attend to. So she sprinted right towards the surprised flower, and jumped over him, clearing it with ease.
"Wh... what the heck?" He exclaimed, before noticing something. His face had a few drops of moisture on it. But it doesn't rain underground. Why...
Flowey came to realize just what it was.
"YOU IDIOT! DID YOU JUST LEAK URINE ON MY FACE!? IF I SEE YOU AGAIN, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! OVER. AND OVER! AND OVER!!!!!"
But by the time he said this, Frisk was already out of the RUINS.
CHAPTER 4
Frisk had just exited the RUINS, the large door sealed shut behind her from the inside. Her floodgates, however, were not closed anywhere near as tight as that door. She was on the verge of wetting herself. She looked left. A bush! It's not a toilet, but it'll have to do. She approached it, her hands at her waist band, ready to pull her shorts and panties off in one fluid motion. But, after cost inspection, she noticed a camera in the bushes! Whether this was an act of voyeurism or a more innocent form of spying, she didn't care. She just didn't want to be seen peeing. Looks like she'd have to go further into the underground.
Frisk walked further down the beaten path in the snowy forest. As she walked, she passed a countless amount of trees. Along the trail, there was a tough-looking branch, but it was too heavy to pick up. She walked passed it, ignoring it, until she heard it snap behind her. Worried more for her life now then her bladder, she picked up her walking speed. Not long after, she heard footsteps. She moved faster. She saw a bridge. If she could get across that. She might just lose this thing. But just as she reached the bridge, she stopped in her tracks. Partially from the overwhelming pressure of her bladder. But mostly because that... thing caught up to get, and she froze in horror as it walked up to her from behind, her bladder leaking a short stream, which she was almost immediately able to stop. Barely.
Then it spoke. "Human. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand."
Terrified of what could happen, Frisk turned to face the shadowy figure. It extended it's left arm. She took it, and heard what sounded like... flatulance?
She looked up at the figure, revealed to be a skeleton, about her height. And now, he spoke in a much more friendly and relaxed tone. "Heheh... the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It's ALWAYS funny."
At the very least, Frisk could be relieved that she wasn't going to die by this Jokester's hands. But she couldn't truly relax until she relieved her aching bladder. It was getting difficult for her to hold it in, and while her shorts were dry, her panties were getting pretty damp. So, at the very last, her problem wasn't totally noticeable yet. But she couldn't keep still, which he did seem to notice, but didn't comment on.
"Anyways." He continued, "You're a human, right? That's hilarious. I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton. I'm actually supposed to be in watch for humans right now. But... Y'know... I don't really care about capturing anybody. Now my brother, Papyrus... He's a human-Hunting FANATIC. Hey, actually, I think that's him over there." He pointed out. "I have an idea. Go through this gate thingy. Yeah, go right through. My bro made the bars too wide to stop anyone."
Frisk, already at her limit, slowly crossed the short bridge. Each step she took, she leaked a little more, and by the time she got halfway across the bridge, she started to lose control, as it filled her panties, overflowed into her shorts, spilled onto the bridge, and dripped into the abyss below as the puddle outgrew the width of the bridge.
"Oh..." Sans said, finally understanding why she couldn't keep still. After what felt like a long and awkward time for the both of them, she finally stopped peeing. Her shorts were soaked through, nevermind her panties. Frisk feel to her knees and began to sob, softly at first and then louder.
"Oh geez, kid. Please, stop crying." He said as he helped her up. "I'm... sorry..." she said, her voice filled with sorrow, regret, embarrassment, and who knows how many other feelings. "There's no need to apologize, kid. Accidents happen. How about I take you back to my place so we can get you and your clothes cleaned up?"
Wiping away her tears, Frisk nodded. "Alright. Let's go. Take my hand. I know a shortcut."
Edited July 3, 2016 by Ninjajoe95
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Inspired by: http://rivertimeline.tumblr.com/post/132748655564/tfw-you-have-to-take-a-shit-but-apparently
Author's note: I know that Frisk has an ambiguous gender, but for the sake of this story, Frisk will be female. Cause its my story, so shut up. Nah, just kidding. But seriously. My choice this time. Don't like it? Think Frisk should be macho manly? Write your own story and go nuts! (More like, give them nuts. Bad puns FTW) :-)
EDIT: Yes, I posted it before, then I noticed there were a bunch of spelling errors. And for some reason, I couldn't edit it anymore. So, I fixed it, and re-posted it. I know, I'm trash. I'm sorry. It's unprofessional, but nobody's perfect.
DISCLAIMER: I, in no way, own Undertale or any of its characters, story, etc. All credit for the amazing game goes to Toby Fox, and I highly recommend playing it if you haven't already. It's really cool.
ANYWAYS... without further ado, let's begin my first omorashi story.
CHAPTER 1
Frisk walked into an area of the RUINS, and saw a bare tree, surrounded by red leaves at its base. After taking a mere two or three steps forward, Toriel could be heard, saying "Oh dear, that took longer then I thought it would." She appears just off to the right of this tree, not noticing Frisk until she attempted to call the cell phone she had given her, only to hear the ringing from within the room. Surprised, she approached the child, the worry washed away with relief that she found her way here. "How did you get here, my child? Are you hurt?" She asked.
After briefly inspecting her for wounds, she said, with surprise in her voice "Not a scratch... Impressive! But still..." Though, frankly, she suspected Frisk would be unharmed, what with her hasty retreat from the training dummy. She said, "I should not have left you alone for so long. It was irresponsible to try to surprise you like this." She noticed, however, that Frisk could not hold still, and must have though she was getting a little impatient. "Err..." She trailed off, then said "Well, I suppose I cannot hide it any longer. Come small one!" she said with excitement, before leading Frisk to her home in the RUINS.
Seeing such a cute, tidy house in the RUINS gave Frisk DETERMINATION. However, her troubles were far from over, as the pressure of her bladder slowly continued to build...
Upon walking into her new home, Frisk was greeted once again by Toriel, who excitedly told them "Do you smell that?"
Frisk took a brief moment to smell for herself. A wonderful aroma was sensed from the kitchen. It smelled like...
"Surprise!" Toriel exclaimed, stopping that train of thought at its destination. "It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie." Hearing this brought a smile to the human child's face, as it has been some time since she had last eaten. Toriel continued "I thought we might celebrate your arrival. I want you to have a nice time living here. So I will hold off on snail pie for tonight." A feeling of minor shock, then relief came over Frisk, as snails did not sound like a good meal for a human.
"Here," Toriel said "I have another surprise for you." She led Frisk right, a short walk down a long hallway. "This is it..." Toriel said, taking the child's hand to lead them to... "A room of your own. I hope you like it!" Toriel rubbed Frisk's head affectionately. "Neat!" Frisk exclaimed. "But, uh..." Toriel looked at her. "What is it, my child?" She asked. "Where's the toilet?" Frisk asked rather curtly. A look of confusion washed over the goat-like face of Toriel. "What's a toilet?" Toriel asked, puzzled. A feeling of dread hung over Frisk. "What?" She said, disappointed. No toilet? That's gonna be a huge problem down the line.
"Is something burning..." A look of small surprise washed over her. "Um... Make yourself at home!" She exclaimed before rushing off towards the kitchen.
Frisk entered the room. Inside was a lamp, a shoebox containing shoes of varying sizes, a dresser, with an empty photo frame on top, a cabinet beside it, a bed, and at it's foot, a box full of toys.
Putting off the pressure of her bladder as something that can be taken care of at a later time, with or without a toilet, Frisk turned off the lamp and hopped into bed for a nap.
CHAPTER 2
Upon waking, Frisk hopped out of bed, and was greeted by the sight of a slice of butterscotch-cinnamon pie. She picked up the pie slice and put it in her inventory. She then remembered her growing need, but without a toilet, there wasn't much she could do. She was much too nervous to squat outside in the RUINS. What if a monster saw her peeing? Can't have that. She walked out of the room, and headed for the living room to talk to Toriel. If she wanted to have some private relief without a toilet, she certainly wasn't going to do it in the RUINS. Hopefully, somewhere outside the RUINS, she could find the privacy she needed.
Frisk entered the living room, and saw Toriel sitting in a large chair, reading a book. She approached her. "Up already, I see?" She said. "Um, I want you to know how glad I am to have someone here. There are so many old books I want to share. I want to show you my favorite bug-hunting spot. I've also prepared a curriculum for your education." Toriel wasn't even trying to hide her excitement at this point. "This may come as a surprise to you..." she said, "But I have always wanted to be a teacher." After an awkward moment of silence she said "... actually, perhaps that isn't very surprising." Frisk nodded. "STILL." she said sternly, "I am glad to have you living here. Oh, did you want something? What is it?" She asked. Frisk decided it was worth asking once more. "Where's the bathroom?" She asked Toriel, who responded "Oh, are you wanting to take a bath, my child? It's at the end of the hall."
Upon hearing this, Frisk got a little excited. So excited, a drop or two leaked into her panties. Though she quickly regained control. With that, she walked briskly down the hall and opened the fourth door at the hall's end. Inside was a sink and a bathtub, but...
"Where is the toilet!?" Frisk said in a panic. Not wanting to reduce herself to peeing in a sink or bathtub, she decided she had to leave the RUINS. Her DETERMINATION was too strong to give up now
Frisk went back to Toriel, and asked "When can I go home?" Toriel said "What? This... this IS your home now." Trying to change the subject, Toriel said "Um... would you like to hear about this book I am reading? It is called '72 uses for Snails'. How about it?
Not wanting to waste time, Frisk asked "How do I exit the RUINS?" Trying to keep the subject away from the human girl leaving her, she said "Um... how about an exciting snail fact? Did you know that snails... have a chainsaw-like tongue called a radula? Interesting."
Frisk was getting too desperate to get distracted, and once again asked how to exit the RUINS.
"... I have to do something. Stay here." Toriel said. With that, she put away her book, took off her reading glasses, stood up, and quickly exited the room, descending downstairs to the basement. Curious, Frisk decided to follow her.
CHAPTER 3
Frisk descended the staircase to the basement. Unlike the bright friendly atmosphere of the house itself, the basement was dark, ominous, and uninviting, but far from threatening to someone with as much DETERMINATION as herself.
After walking a short way down the hall, she saw Toriel. She did not turn to face the human girl, but sensed her presence. She spoke "You wish to know how to return 'home,' do you not? Ahead of us lies the end of the RUINS. A one-way exit to the rest of the underground. I am going to destroy it. No one will ever be able to leave again. Now be a good child and go upstairs."
Destroy the exit? Frisk couldn't let that happen. She followed Toriel further down the hall. After catching up with her again, she spoke up again "Every human that falls down here meets the same fate. I have seen it again and again. They come. They leave. They die. You naive child... If you leave the RUINS... They... ASGORE... Will kill you... I am only protecting you, do you understand? ... go to your room." With that, she went ahead once more.
Frisk took this in. But remembering what's at stake, she would rather be killed then seen wetting herself. She went after Toriel again.
After catching up with her at a bend in the hall, Toriel once again spoke to Frisk "Do not try to stop me. This is your final warning." She went left, down the bend. Once more, Frisk followed, determined to get out of the RUINS before she had an accident. She gave herself a quick hold to help calm her bladder's protest, then, against her better judgement, she drank the Spider Cider she had in her inventory. But as she drank, she noticed something... odd. Rather then travel down her throat to her stomach, it hit the back of her throat, and... dissolved. That's when she realized that THAT'S why Toriel did not have, or need a toilet. The food here was not digested, but rather, had magical properties that healed the consumer, and gave them a feeling of fullness, as well as keeping them hydrated and energized, but because of these magical properties, did not create a waste for the body to expel. At the very least, it would take some time before Frisk lost control. All she had to do was convince Toriel to let her leave the RUINS.
Frisk approached Toriel for the last time.
After a brief, deep inhale, Toriel spoke. "You want to leave so badly? Hmph. You are just like the others. There is only one solution to this. Prove yourself... Prove to me you are strong enough to survive."
The room darkened, and the FIGHT began.
*Toriel blocks the way!
*Mercy
*Spare
"....."
Toriel attacks with paw sweep II.
*Toriel looks through you.
*Mercy
*Spare
"..... ....."
Toriel attacks with Fire waves.
*Toriel prepares a magical attack.
*Mercy
*Spare
"..... ..... ....."
Toriel attacks with Fire waves II
*Toriel looks through you
*Mercy
*Spare
"...?"
Toriel attacks with paw sweep
*Toriel takes a deep breath
*Mercy
*Spare
"What are you doing?"
Toriel attacks with paw sweep II
*Toriel looks through you
*Mercy
*Spare
"Attack or run away!"
Toriel attacks with Fire waves II
*Toriel looks through you
*Mercy
*Spare
"What are you proving this way?"
Toriel attacks with paw sweep
*Toriel takes a deep breath
*Mercy
*Spare
"Fight me or leave!"
Toriel attacks with paw sweep
*Toriel takes a deep breath
*Mercy
*Spare
"Stop it."
Toriel attacks with paw sweep II
*Toriel looks through you.
*Mercy
*Spare
"Stop looking at me that way."
Toriel attacks with Fire wave II
*Toriel looks through you
*Mercy
*Spare
"Go away!"
Toriel attacks with paw sweep II
*Mercy
*Spare
"..."
Toriel attacks with paw sweep II
*Toriel looks through you
*Mercy
*Spare
"... ..."
Toriel's attacks are faltering
*Mercy
*Spare
"I know you want to go home, but..."
*Mercy
*Spare
"But please... Go upstairs now."
*Mercy
*Spare
"I promise I will take good care of you here."
*Mercy
*Spare
"I know we do not have much, but..."
*Mercy
*Spare
"We can have a good life here."
*Mercy
*Spare
"Why are you making this so difficult?"
*Mercy
*Spare
"Please, go upstairs."
*Mercy
*Spare
"....."
*Mercy
*Spare
"Ha ha..."
*Mercy
*Spare
"Pathetic, is it not? I cannot save even a single child."
*Mercy
*Spare
"..."
*Mercy
*Spare
"No, I understand. You would just be unhappy trapped down there. The RUINS are very small once you get used to them. It would not be right for you to grow up in a place like this. My expectations... My loneliness... My fear... For you, my child... I will put them aside."
The fight ends.
"If you truly wish to leave the RUINS...
I will not stop you. However, when you leave... Please do not come back. I hope you understand."
Tears started to fall from Frisk's eyes, and Toriel gave her a loving embrace.
"Goodbye, my child." She said lovingly.
Toriel walked past the human girl, took one last look at her, then retreated upstairs, towards the patch of flowers where Frisk landed.
With Toriel out of sight, Frisk doubled over, grabbing at her crotch to keep the floodgates closed. After regaining control once again, she headed through the large door, and down a long hallway. At the Hall's end, was a small patch of grass, similar to that just before the ruins. And in the middle was that flower.
"I bet you feel really great." He said.
"You didn't kill anybody this time. But what will you do if..." but Frisk was in no mood to hear this speech. She had a much more pressing matter to attend to. So she sprinted right towards the surprised flower, and jumped over him, clearing it with ease.
"Wh... what the heck?" He exclaimed, before noticing something. His face had a few drops of moisture on it. But it doesn't rain underground. Why...
Flowey came to realize just what it was.
"YOU IDIOT! DID YOU JUST LEAK URINE ON MY FACE!? IF I SEE YOU AGAIN, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! OVER. AND OVER! AND OVER!!!!!"
But by the time he said this, Frisk was already out of the RUINS.
CHAPTER 4
Frisk had just exited the RUINS, the large door sealed shut behind her from the inside. Her floodgates, however, were not closed anywhere near as tight as that door. She was on the verge of wetting herself. She looked left. A bush! It's not a toilet, but it'll have to do. She approached it, her hands at her waist band, ready to pull her shorts and panties off in one fluid motion. But, after closer inspection, she noticed a camera in the bushes! Whether this was an act of voyeurism or a more innocent form of spying, she didn't care. She just didn't want to be seen peeing. Looks like she'd have to go further into the underground.
Frisk walked further down the beaten path in the snowy forest. As she walked, she passed a countless amount of trees. Along the trail, there was a tough-looking branch, but it was too heavy to pick up. She walked passed it, ignoring it, until she heard it snap behind her. She picked up her walking speed. Not long after, she heard footsteps. Worried more for her life now then her bladder, she moved faster. She saw a bridge. If she could get across that. She might just lose this thing. But just as she reached the bridge, she stopped in her tracks. Partially from the overwhelming pressure of her bladder. But mostly because that... thing caught up to her, and she froze in horror as it walked up to her from behind, her bladder leaking a short stream, which she was almost immediately able to stop. Barely.
Then it spoke. "Human. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand."
Terrified of what could happen, Frisk turned to face the shadowy figure. It extended it's left arm. She took it, and heard what sounded like... flatulance?
She looked up at the figure, revealed to be a skeleton, about her height. And now, he spoke in a much more friendly and relaxed tone. "Heheh... the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It's ALWAYS funny."
At the very least, Frisk could be relieved that she wasn't going to die by this jokester's hands. But she couldn't truly relax until she relieved her aching bladder. It was getting difficult for her to hold it in, and while her shorts were dry, her panties already pretty wet. So, at the very last, her problem wasn't totally noticeable yet. But she couldn't keep still, which he did seem to notice, but didn't comment on.
"Anyways." He continued, "You're a human, right? That's hilarious. I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton. I'm actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now. But... Y'know... I don't really care about capturing anybody. Now my brother, Papyrus... He's a human-hunting FANATIC. Hey, actually, I think that's him over there." He pointed out. "I have an idea. Go through this gate thingy. Yeah, go right through. My bro made the bars too wide to stop anyone."
Frisk, already at her limit, slowly crossed the short bridge. Each step she took, she leaked a little more, and by the time she got halfway across the bridge, she started to lose control, as it filled her panties, overflowed into her shorts, spilled onto the bridge, and dripped into the abyss below as the puddle outgrew the width of the bridge.
"Oh..." Sans said, finally understanding why she couldn't keep still. After what felt like a long and awkward time for the both of them, she finally stopped peeing, her bpadder emptied of it's contents. Her shorts were soaked through, nevermind her panties. Frisk fell to her knees and began to sob, softly at first and then louder.
"Oh geez, kid. Please, stop crying." He said as he helped her up. "I'm... sorry..." she said, her voice filled with sorrow, regret, embarrassment, and shame. "There's no need to apologize, kid. Accidents happen. How about I take you back to my place so we can get you and your clothes cleaned up?"
Wiping away her tears, Frisk nodded. "Alright. Let's go. Take my hand. I know a shortcut." |
A/N So this is my first story, and sorry if some parts don't sound right, English is not my first language ._. This is basically the story of an arrogant young professional singer who's life gets turned upside down because he had a little too much tea to drink before his giant concert. There are some parts where you can follow along the story with what the soloists will be singing to set the mood just a bit better. I can continue this story if you want, with the other singers' desperation plus yaoi smut, just let me know what you think and I can add more to it in the future. Alright, here we go. It's my first time, so please be gentle!
Ignacio Campana was sitting in his limousine, about to be known as the greatest operatic tenor in the world. He was a leggero tenor of incredible ability, able to sing a tenor high G that would cause jaws to drop and glass to break. The 23 year old man was born and raised in Milan, Italy, where his parents caught onto his talent for singing at an early age and had him attend music conservatories as his lifelong education.
Unfortunately, this immense power to hit such high and mighty power notes at such a young age had led Ignacio to become incredibly arrogant. He would often be at least ten minutes late to every rehearsal with either his recitals or his private lessons with a cup of coffee in his hand. When rehearsing with a group, he would focus solely on hitting on the true sopranos, ignoring the mezzos, altos, baritones and basses. If he ever had a duet with someone, he would almost always drown his singing partners out with his voice no matter how many times the conductor told him to be quieter. Truth be told, most all of his workmates found him to be unbearable, but his audience didn’t.
If anything, Ignacio was incredibly popular with his viewers, especially the female ones. He had longish blond hair ending just above the shoulders and sparkling baby blue eyes that would never shy away from winking at a starstruck fangirl, who would then squeal and beg for his autograph. His soprano co-stars couldn’t help but giggle at his jokes and love the way he flashed his bright smiles at them. It would appear to some that he had just about everything under control at the tips of his fingers.
And today was just another one of those days, except a thousand times more important. This evening was the first opera concert of the millennium on January 1 2000, the day where millions of people would see Ignacio both in the Met’s concert hall and on televisions all over the country to watch him perform with other incredible singers. To top it all off, the world’s greatest known tenors Luciano Pavarotti and Andrea Bocelli were coming to watch Ignacio sing. It was the evening that would make or break his career, his worldwide reputation, his fame that would last for generations to come. Absolutely nothing could jar Ignacio’s chance at impressing such a large crowd… except maybe his pressing need to urinate.
He was actually bouncing his leg as he sat in the back of his limo, wishing he hadn’t drank so much honey lemon tea earlier. He just wanted to make sure his vocal chords were oiled and ready to go for this performance, but now he could feel all of those drinks collect into his swollen organ all at once. He hated the barista for letting him order all of those cups.
Ignacio really shouldn’t have felt worried, as his voice teacher of 10 years had never really given him bathroom breaks as they would train together. She was a short, stern, greying old woman who would see him from noon until 10:00pm, only giving him breaks for water. Everytime he asked to use the restroom, she would furrow her brow and tell him, “Come now, Ignacio. If you want to be a professional singer, you must learn how to put off personal needs while you sing. Do you think Maria Callas entered every performance of her life relieved? No! And I would know, I used to train her.” He would only sigh to this and continue singing, sometimes even running to the bathroom in the middle of the lesson when he couldn’t take it, only to have his teacher rolling her eyes and shaking her head when he came back. He had learned to build up some impressive sphincter muscles through these ten years with her, but now he was starting to wonder where all of that effortless control had gone.
But no matter, he was sure it was nothing to worry about, as he was not yet full and had finished lessons much more desperate than this. The limo was slowing to a stop in front of the Met, a red carpet laid out before him with flashing cameras and crowds packed on either side of it, and he knew he could do this. All he had to do was smile, flash some winks at the crowd, and have the conductor give him some time to use the restroom.
However, he was met with furious eyes from the conductor as he walked backstage. “Where the hell have you been?!” Spat the conductor, “You were supposed to be here half an hour ago to rehearse with the other singers!” Ignacio casually turned his head to look at the singers he was referring to and his eyes widened with surprise. Right in front of him was one of Japan’s most acclaimed sopranos, Hiroko Watanabe, with a flowing green chiffon dress, silver diamond hair clip keeping her hair up in a bun, and a piercing glare at him for such tardiness. Damn, she's really hot, Ignacio thought; maybe if I ask nicely I could get her number. Next to Hiroko was a darker, more mysterious figure. His name was Nikolai Orlov, Moscow’s finest basso profundo. He had dark jade green eyes and hair the color of deep mahogany. He also had some five o'clock shadow, broad shoulders, and as Ignacio trailed his eyes down he noticed that he had a protruding stomach that was not suppressed by his tux’s cummerbund. Ignacio nodded, impressed by Nikolai’s dedication, as he heard that some basses could get the loudest sound possible by adding stomach fat to their diaphragm. But of course, Ignacio could never do that to himself, as his body was a slender temple he refused to add any weight to.
Being surrounded by such dedicated musicians made Ignacio feel a wave of guilt for being so late to the rehearsal. He said to the conductor, “Yes sir, I'm so sorry but there was some traffic as I tried to get here. May I please use the restroom before we continue rehearsal?”, he subconsciously started lightly rocking back and forth on the spot.
The conductor looked at Ignacio as though he was crazy, “What? No! You've wasted so much time and we’re starting any minute now! Just go on stage now and wait for the curtain to rise.” He exclaimed coldly, giving Ignacio the evil eye before storming off.
He bitterly clicked his teeth at the conductor for denying his relief. Who did that man think he was? Now he really wanted to strangle that barista for those five cups of honey lemon tea. However, he wouldn't try to chase down the conductor. His pride told him that he didn't need to go that badly, that he could just hold it all in until morning if he so pleased. And he promised himself that he would hold it until the concert ended, maybe even waiting until after he gave all his fans their autographs. In the meantime, he was looking around the room and thinking of how he could keep himself busy. Well, he thought, I guess I can see if I can get Hiroko’s number. He then walked up to the Japanese soprano, as gracefully as he could, and smoothly said, “So, is this your first time in New York?”
“No.” She responded abruptly, looking straight past him.
Merda, he thought, No girl’s ever replied to me like that before. Better hit her with my irresistible charm.
He looked her straight in the eye and smirked, “Well if you want, I can give you a little tour of the city once this show is over.” He said with a wink and a pearly white smile. However, his smitten appearance was replaced with a shocked one when she smacked him across the face right after that remark.
Hiroko then made her way to the snack table and she ate some grapes before the show. Ignacio was still in shock. That was the first time a girl had ever said no to him, especially that violently. Oh great, he thought, now that Russian bass is staring at me weirdly again. Before he could walk over and give Nikolai a piece of his mind, a reporter entered the room and asked the Italian tenor for and interview. He nodded and followed her, cheering on the inside that he was getting more publicity.
“Thank you so much for letting me interview you, Ignacio,” said the reporter.
“Of course!” replied Ignacio with a grin, glad he was being filmed from the waist up so he could occasionally squeeze his thighs together if needed.
“So Ignacio, this is the first opera concert of the millennium. Are you nervous at all?” “No not really, I get to sing with two other incredible stars from around the world, and my voice teacher has been training me hard for this day, so if anything I’m really excited.”
“Oh that’s good! I was just recalling upon some of your other concerts and I can’t help but notice what a powerful head voice you have. It’s really fantastic!”
“Hehe, thanks.”
“Yeah, totally. Are there any, like, rituals you like to perform to sound so good? What do you drink to get your vocal chords so wet and hydrated?”
Ignacio cringed slightly at her word choices there, but he speed talked his reply as best as he could, “Well, it’s nothing crazy really. I just like to drink honey lemon tea before my performances and that’s about it.”
“Ooh, I see. Well, I won’t keep you here any longer because I hear the orchestra play the overture music now. Better knock ‘em dead! I know you can.” She said with a beam.
Ignacio smiled and nodded at her, then speed walked over to the stage where Nikolai and Hiroko stood. He got in between the two of them just in time when the curtain lifted.
Here he was, Ignacio Campana, world class tenor, performing at a 2 hour concert with no intermission and a nearly full tank. He merely smiled and faced the audience head on, as his pride told him that he could hold it no matter what happened.
He had the opening song to sing, which was a Gregorian tenor chant in which he got to sing out sweetly like a bell in a church. This song was easy for him, as it lasted only a minute and there were no ridiculous notes just yet. He watched the faces of the audience members as he sang, seeing that he got some nods, some silent listeners who merely admired the music whilst leaning their heads on their fists, and Pavarotti and Bocelli, who were whispering fervently to each other about him in Italian.
Once he finished, he was met with impressed applause from the audience, the professional tenors smiling in his favor. He beamed at the crowd and bowed, wincing a little as he got low because of the pain in his bladder.
A stage hand had appeared onstage to give every singer a 500 mL bottle to take sips from between songs. Ignacio was starting to worry now, seeing as he was only a cup away from reaching his capacity. He would have to take small sips to keep from spilling over during the concert, but he had such demanding songs to sing throughout the concert. But no matter, he would just have to be strategic about how much he drank throughout the show.
Up next was Nikolai’s solo. The Russian bass stepped forward, spread his legs a bit more than shoulder width apart, and sang out powerfully (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfxQQ7nIthw). Ignacio raised his eyebrows in surprise, as this bass was truly incredible. The richness in his voice, the robustness of his volume, the charisma and emotion he projected. The song was actually giving the Italian a warm tickly feeling in his chest. As the song went on, he began to get mental pictures as he listened. He thought of a man trudging through the snow, snowflakes eventually falling on top of his nose and eventually turning into water. No! He yelled at himself internally for thinking about melting snow, squeezing his thighs together. He had to be more careful with what he thought of; he was there to perform, not to recreate the splash zone at seaworld.
There was fervent applause when Nikolai finished and bowed, then it was time for Hiroko’s solo, so she stepped forward and began her song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDvE8uKWznc). Ignacio smiled as he heard her sing, closing his eyes and feeling the song waves float straight into his heart. She sounded as gorgeous as she looked. However, as her song continued, he noticed that his throat was getting awfully dry. He cursed his luck, not wanting to add anymore liquids inside of him, but the New York winter was making his throat dry. He promised himself that he would only take a sip, but found that he drank half of the bottle. He cursed himself on the inside, knowing this added weight would not be pleasant for him.
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The concert was now halfway through with another hour to go and Ignacio felt like he was ready to pop. His bladder felt taut and full, and it really was, considering he drank a cup of water, topping off at his capacity of 6 cups. At that very moment, it felt like his bladder was an overfilled water balloon that a child was constantly squeezing and jiggling around. This would be the point where he would run out of the room during his voice lessons, but he couldn't do that now during a trio performance.
But astonishingly, he showed no outward signs of desperation. He still sang with gorgeous tone and great control, still easily able to sing out those high money notes and act along with the text. It was only when he bowed did he wince slightly at the now fiery pain behind his belt. He had considered just taking off the belt and pulling down his fly, but it would be a direct rude gesture to the audience plus Pavarotti and Bocelli. He could never do that to his fellow Italians.
Sure the audience didn't notice his predicament, but Nikolai seemed to sense his discomfort. The Russian bass would look at him out of the corner of his eye, giving a slight but sympathetic nod. Seriously, what’s with this guy? Ignacio thought, Once I use the bathroom after this show, this guy will learn not to stare at me so much.
Although Ignacio managed to keep up a cool and collected front, his co-stars and conductor started to notice something about him was slightly… off as time drew on. He would sing a bit more quietly while doing a duet with Hiroko or Nikolai, actually sweating at one point. The conductor furrowed his eyebrows at him, and once the audience applauded after a duet with Ignacio and Hiroko, he gestured for the tenor to finish off his half-empty water bottle. Ignacio had a brief flash of worry in his eyes as he finished the water. At this rate, he’d never finish the concert dry. He had such a quick metabolism, which is why all those drinks had gone through him so quickly.
Stay calm, mio ragazzo, he thought to himself, This solo has a seductive feeling to it, so you get to think of sexy things. He walked up to the front of the stage with his legs pressed tightly together and began his song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bT-pql5EhzQ.
As he sang, he noticed that thinking seductive thoughts worked. The more he thought of Hiroko with rose petals covering her breasts and naughty places, the less pressure he felt between his legs. He pictured himself kissing her marshmallow white smooth neck as she with pleasure sighed into his hair, him sucking and nibbling on her collarbone, Nikolai starting to… wait what? Why is Nikolai invading my sexy thoughts? Questioned Ignacio.
Well, the song had ended, so he didn’t need to distract himself for the time being, but he still had 2 more songs to go before he could zoom backstage and release his flood inside anything hollow. It didn’t even need to be a toilet; a bucket, a potted plant, someone’s spare boots would be a perfectly fine substitute. He started to subtly grip the sides of his thighs with his hands, biting his lip and sweating just below the nose as well. Oh, he needed to pee so badly. He could actually feel his overtaxed, overflowing bladder cutting into his waistband. That was a first for him.
Up next, he had a trio song with Hiroko and Nikolai, so he shakily stood as still as he could without grabbing his crotch with the Soprano on his left and the Bass on his right. They then began their song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGz3oKKg-QI.
Ok, so you can’t grab yourself onstage, thought Ignacio desperately, But maybe it’ll help if you lock your knees and tense up your entire lower half. At this point, the tenor would do anything to save face, so he did. It really worked for most of the song, as his grey briefs didn’t have a spot on them, except he was beginning to feel woozy and lightheaded. The room started fading to black and he felt his balance falter. He kept swirling from side to side until he finally fell to the ground. Ignacio had fainted.
When his sight came back, he was surrounded by the conductor, both co-stars, and a not so hushed whisper going through the crowd.
“Ignacio, are you okay?” Asked a concerned conductor.
“I’m fine, I just really-” started Ignacio, hoping he could get to the restroom now.
“You need some water, don’t you? Here, take mine.” A genuinely concerned Hiroko interrupted, holding out her half-empty bottle.
Before Ignacio had time to even object, she force fed him the liquid until it was all gone. The Italian looked like he could’ve cried. He turned to the conductor with desperate tears in his eyes, and whispered with such intense apprehension, “I’m not dehydrated, I just-” this time, his own bladder interrupted him with a searing pang. He gripped his crotch to prevent any leaking, now feeling utterly humiliated. He could never be taken seriously in the music world again. Still, he shakily lifted his head to meet the worried gaze of the conductor, and finished his sentence, “-I’ve just never had to pee so badly in my life.”
The conductor gasped as his eyes widened. The poor young man must’ve been dying. This was all his fault, he should’ve let him go to the bathroom as he requested when he arrived.
“Ignacio, I am so, so sorry. I should’ve let you go before the show, but we only have one song left. It’s your solo, Nessun Dorma. I promise you can make it through.”
The tenor was now blushing; be it from embarrassment or strain, he couldn’t tell at this point. He wasn’t even so sure he could stand, but he had to try and sing that song. He felt a heavy tap on his shoulder, and turned to see that Nikolai was offering his hand in helping him get up. His blush grew heavier and he returned with a grateful nod, and without wasting a moment the Russian pulled him up onto his feet and walked him over to the front of the stage.
“It’s ok, just take baby steps. You’ll be fine.” Whispered the Russian with his rich, deep voice, encouraging the Italian. Soon enough, it was time for Ignacio to stand alone in front of the crowd, with Nikolai moving back to his own spot.
The audience applauded once they saw that Ignacio was feeling alright, and he did his best to smile and wave normally. Most of the audience seemed unaware of his need, except for Pavarotti and Bocelli, who seemed to have inquisitive yet suspicious looks on their faces. Well, thought Ignacio, this is your last song, better make it count: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMl124VvFRg.
No no no! This is going terribly!, he thought as he began. He wasn’t singing as loudly as he could’ve because he was worried that any pressure at all from deep breathing or force from the diaphragm could cause his inner torrent to erupt forth from his zipper. He wanted to sing as loudly as he could, but fanculo did it hurt to hold! He could feel the last 8 oz from the water Hiroko gave him filter into his dangerously overstretched bladder and he truly felt like he was going to explode. He was sweating again, and he tried to think seductive thoughts, but literally nothing could distract him from his painfully engorged bladder. The bump in his abdomen had grown and now it felt like a bowling ball was sitting right above his pelvis, even though it merely looked like he had half a cantaloupe behind his belt. His stupid expensive suit didn’t have pockets, so there was no way for him to discreetly hold himself through. He just curled his toes and marched on. At least his pained expression fit with the piece.
Suddenly, he crescendoed a note when he felt a spurt go loose into his pants. Fanculo, this is really bad! He internally screamed at himself. But he also found that he was able to sing louder, his voice ringing out through the room. The spurts continued as the song did, but thankfully nothing showed on the outside and he was still able to sing louder with each spurt gone. However, each spurt also meant that his urgency grew. The giant ball of piss inside of him now felt like it was being surrounded by needles and was about to tip over completely.
But no matter, he was almost done with the song anyway. He just had that one loud high note at the end to shout out for all to enjoy. He didn’t even care about what kind of pressure this deep breathing and diaphragm power would put onto his bladder, he took the deepest breath he could and powered through that ending.
He thought he sounded incredible, he felt great, but something was wrong. There was no applause at the high note, just utter silence. Even the band had stopped playing. Ignacio looked down and realized why everyone had gone quiet… he was wetting himself full force.
The Italian’s eyes widened and his blush grew bright. He didn’t even realize he was peeing himself, but it just felt so damn good. Hours and cups of pent of urine finally gushing outside of his body. The sound of his pee was the only thing echoing around in the giant concert hall, and the puddle around him grew and grew. It was even reaching over the edge of the stage and was falling into the orchestra pit.
Around when he was half empty he could hear the audience start to whisper in disgust, seeing Pavarotti and Bocelli wrinkle their faces in disgust and the other audience members to jeer. Ignacio tried his best to stop, but his muscles were just too tired. He felt tears well up in his eyes again; this was the most humiliated he’d ever been in his life. If anything went wrong, he’d usually yell at whoever made him mess up, but this time there was no one to yell at but himself. He should’ve held it like the adult he was, not some kindergartener who just finished a juice box. I am definitely killing that barista, he thought to himself.
When he finally finished, he found just enough strength inside of him to look at the audience. That’s when they jeered at him with gusto, throwing their drinks at him. Ignacio Campana, world class 23 year old tenor, had just pissed himself. The poor young man finally broke down into tears and ran backstage into his dressing room. He didn’t have any other clothes with him, as he arrived wearing his tux, but he had to find something else to wear; he had to. He could kiss his music career goodbye, but what else was he going to do? A world class tenor was all he had trained to become since he was 3, and he didn’t know where else to turn.
Just as he started rummaging through his wardrobe, he heard the door open behind him. Oh, now what? He exasperatedly exclaimed to himself, Has the conductor come to yell at me? Has a female fan come to slap me? Or is Pavarotti about to insult my performance? He whipped around with an irritated expression on his face to see who came in, but his expression turned more into surprise when he found that it was only Nikolai who entered.
The basso profundo said nothing, he just gave Ignacio a sympathetic nod, walked slowly to the garbage can near the wardrobe, whipped out his member, and starting wetting an absolute torrent into the trash can. Ignacio’s mouth gaped open when he saw how thick his stream was and how hard and fast it was coming out. Was he holding all of that during the entire concert? He grew even more surprised as the Russian’s stomach deflated while he was peeing; he wasn't pudgy in the middle at all, he was just holding in mass amounts of piss.
Nikolai closed his eyes, tilted his head back and sighed, finally relieving himself of his burden load. Once he finished up after 3 minutes, he zipped up his pants and patted Ignacio on the back, saying “Don't worry, I had to go too.”
Dumbfounded, Ignacio could only stutter, “B-But you… There was… How?! How could you hold in all of that?”
Nikolai smirked and said, “Oh, I've had lots of practice, and I need to drink lots of vodka before a performance to get this dark, rich sound.”
“You speak as if that's not your limit.”
“What, the 11 cups I just pissed out? No that's not my limit, I still have some ways to go.”
Ignacio’s jaw dropped completely, “You can't be serious.”
Nikolai chuckled at his priceless reaction, “But hey, you did a great job considering you were two cups over your maximum capacity. How can I tell, you may ask? With this-” he whipped out a small black rectangular device. “This is a volume device. I point it towards anyone’s bladder and it tells me how much they have at that moment and how much their capacity can hold. You have an impressive 6 cup capacity, but the extra 2 cups you were holding was even more incredible. Truth be told, the other reason I can hold so much is because I have a kink for omorashi, do you?”
“Um, well I don’t like to hold it… but I have to say, it was really hot.. Watching you pee and all…” said Ignacio, blushing yet again and finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with Nikolai. He could actually feel a familiar tightness in his chest and crotch as he thought of Nikolai peeing into the trashcan. He caught himself, though, and gathered his wits enough for one question. “So, uh, what is your real capacity then?”
Nikolai grinned and replied, “Tell you what, how about we have dinner tomorrow after our performance and we can see how far I can go? Here’s my number if you want to contact me, by the way,” he said, as he scribbled his number down on a piece of paper, then gave it to Ignacio and walked away.
Ignacio was still dumbstruck, trying to process what he just witnessed, what he just felt. Honestly, he never thought he was gay before. He always found himself hitting on girls, having one night stands with them, his only kink being light bondage, but never would he thought he would be interested in omorashi. Never did he, a 5’7 23 year old, think he would be interested in a 6’3 28 year old Russian man. But, he supposed there was a first time for everything.
He decided he would just go home in his limo, order in some Chinese takeout, and watch some TV in the bathtub. That sounded like a great way to stave off the day’s humiliation. Well, on the brightside, he possibly had a new boyfriend. |
Wrote this for a contest on Devient Art where you describe your OC getting turned into a baby by the Baby card. Thought I'd try to experiment in first person. Enjoy :)
To say I messed up would be an understatement. And as promised, punishment now awaited me at the hands of my ticked off roommate. She dragged me by the hand with a death grip like an anaconda about to squeeze the life out of its terrified prey—me. I had made a promise that this half-baked scheme wouldn’t fail like the others had. Low and behold, it had. And without properly considering the consequences, I had agreed to her punishment of choice. That punishment happened to be in the form of standing on top of the table in the mess hall and telling the tale of how I ended up with the nickname, “Butters.”
It had happened a month ago. Tired of being picked on by the male cadets, I had the bright idea to poison the water supply with Viagra. I didn’t know our drill instructor, Barkley, knew what I had done and counteracted. Five bottles of erectile dysfunction medication later, we were informed of our latest exercise. Our avatars would be switching genders for the week-- the exact amount of time it would take for the tampered water to have been used up and replaced with fresh, clean, non-boner inducing water. So if suddenly growing a penis over night wasn’t bad enough, all the girls, who were turned into guys, spent the week walking around with saluting trouser snakes thanks to me. But that’s not why I’m being punished, it’s just part of the reason I ended up with the nickname, “Butters.”
You see, these aren’t our real physical bodies, although they might as well be. We have hearts, blood flow, brains, and as I discovered . . . working sexual organs. But the thing is, I’m in a place called the Sphere- a virtual reality world- my real body is sitting in a pod somewhere in Alaska. We are essentially computer generated except for our consciousness—that is what links us from our bodies to our avatars. My real name is Becca Strokes, but here in the Sphere, I’m known as Sasha “Butters” Brindey.
Here’s where it gets complicated. The green haired girl, with a half smirk and half scowl, dragging me by the hand is. . . how can I explain? . . For lack of a better word. My soul mate. It’s not what you’re thinking. We didn’t meet, and fall in love, hell she’d probably like nothing better than to strangle me half the time, but we’re stuck together through a bond. When we are apart, we are filled with such a deep, indescribable ache and loneliness. Romantic, right? Wrong. Neither of us is supposed to exist without the other. I, Sasha Brindey and her, Crystal Kisara share one soul. We are what make Becca Strokes. We are the product of a split personality inside the mind of Becca. We are the result of a person having two separate consciousness’s. We are two separate avatars who long to be whole.
Now for the reason I’m being punished. I tried to play a prank. Again. And it back fired. Again. I guess I should start this story from where it began. An alarm.
We were called into an emergency meeting. Something weird was happening in town. They thought it might have been a virus. We are cadets training to become solders in the Sphere. A sort of virtual police I suppose. The academy is right in the center of the “high end and luxurious” part of this virtual world. Famous politicians, doctors, the upper crust so to speak. We were given a drug that alters our sense of time in order to cram as much training in as possible. Two weeks to be exact in reality. Here, it’s a year. This drug is so expensive and sought after; only the elite can afford it. Imagine you only have a day off, but here with the time altering drug, you can take a month long vacation. So when someone, or something, disturbed the peace of this upper society, we were called—more like demanded—to take action.
It was the most bizarre debriefing we’ve ever had. The real solders of the Sphere Protection Program laughed their asses off when the report had come in and tossed it to us newbies instead. It was a report of a flying pink. . . baby that turned other people. . . ready for this? It turned them into babies as well for a few days. It was scaring the residents on vacation and they wanted it gone. We thought it was hilarious. I mean, obviously it had to be a prank! Some politicians kid was bored and decided to make a false report. They sent us out anyway. Boy were we in for a shock when we discovered it was real. We ran for cover with our tail between our legs.
It had to be some kind of virus or something that could alter things around it. What else could it be? Our mission went from Search and Destroy to coaxing it outside of city limits to let the “professionals” handle it. We were bait.
Day Two of our mission. It never showed. Day Three and Day Four were the same. Whatever it was, it was either gone or didn’t want to be found. All this time spent walking the city perimeter gave me an idea. Wouldn’t it just be so hilarious if I caught it and let it loose in our drill instructors bedroom? By the weeks end we had all but given up on our mission. Except for me. I had formed in my head a new mission. Operation Baby Barkley.
On our last day before calling it quits, I saw it out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t report it to the others. Instead, I went chasing after it by myself only for it to vanish in mid air. Disappointed, I turned my back and left to join the others where we went back to campus. What I didn’t know was that this entity, or whatever it was, had followed me back to the academy.
Fast forward to that night, I was alone in the bathroom taking a shower. It was three am, that’s when I knew I’d get the bathroom to myself. I’m shy, what can I say? The showers aren’t stalled off; they’re just scattered shower heads over an open tiled room. It will be a cold day in hell before I let anyone see me naked.
I was toweling myself off when I heard it. High pitched baby giggling at three in the fucking morning. It echoed off the empty walls of the shower room. Worse, it was coming from right behind me. The hair on my arms stood on end. My heart raced as I thought of what was there beside me. A demonic dead baby. That’s what popped in my head. I was terrified, but yet, somehow I managed to turn around and face whatever was there. I was greeted with a floating pink figure. And that. . . is all I remember of that night.
To be honest, when I woke up I thought it had been a dream. A really creepy dream. Babies are scary; I won’t lie. Floating pink, demonic, babies that watch you shower and laugh at three in the morning are even scarier.
I hadn’t noticed anything different at first. I yawned, stretched, pulled long green hairs out of my mouth. My usual morning routine. (That girl needs a haircut. Avatar or not, she sheds like golden retriever.)
I felt Crystal stir on the bed as I mumbled a plea of, “five more minutes.”
“What the hell are you wearing?” She asked. I opened my eyes to find her staring down at me with a look of disbelief and shock. I hadn’t even registered the difference in my own outfit as I was currently in awe of what had happened to our room. No longer was it one of the bare rooms of the barracks, but a fully decorated nursery. Our bed wasn’t even a bed anymore, but a giant crib.
“The fudge!” I exclaimed. The Sphere’s underage auto-correct was still going strong. I watched as Crystal’s face darkened as she took in the change of scenery before glaring daggers in my direction.
“You had something to do with this! I know you did!” She spat. She sat up before hoisting herself up and over the crib bars.
“What makes you think it was me?” I shot back.
“Because you’re always behind abnormal happenings around here! Look at you! You’re dressed like a fricken baby!” I looked down and took in my outfit. It was a large one-piece pajama set with feet. There was even something rubber clipped onto the pocket. I eyed Crystal. Even if we had both woken in a crib, she was still dressed in just her underwear. She sighed and ran a hand through her long green hair as she muttered under her breath. “This is almost worse than the bott-“
“We agreed we wouldn’t speak of that!” I said, cutting her off. I could feel the heat in my face begin to radiate at the memory.
“You promised you wouldn’t involve me in any more of your. . . ideas.” She said. “If I find out this is your fault I swear you’re telling everyone here about that night!”
“It’s not my fault!” I said. I was confident at the time it wasn’t, and made the mistake of agreeing to her demands.
“I can’t get this thing off!” I tried to reach behind my back, but the zipper was just out of my grasp.
Crystal mumbled, “now doesn’t this brings back memories,” but unzipped the sleeper for me. What lay underneath was worse than I could have possibly imagined. When we uncovered the wet diaper, Crystal let out a snort before burying her face in her arms and laughing. I scowled and waited for her to collect herself. I jumped up and held onto the top bar of the crib struggling to hoist myself over like Crystal had previously made look so easy. It didn’t help I was much shorter and lacked in upper body strength. My feet dangled over the mattress as I groaned and tried to pull myself up. I managed to hoist one leg over, the wet diaper on full display when our door suddenly opened.
“Hey, Crystal, we wanted to know if you wanted any help with th- Oh my god!” Jasmine shouted.
I looked at myself, legs splayed over the side in such a compromising position wearing nothing but a used diaper. Awkward silence filled the room as I looked to Crystal for help.
“I. . . can explain.” I said, despite the fact that I really couldn’t.
“Oh my god,” Jasmine repeated. “She’s getting so big!”
“Huh?” Crystal and I said in unison.
“Aww, she’s already starting to get out of the crib by herself! Pretty soon she’ll be talking before you know it!”
“What are you talking about?” Crystal asked, “Starting to talk? I can hardly get her to shut up!”
Jasmine came up to me and smiled. I had never seen her look at me like that. It was almost how I looked at bacon. “Are you stuck, sweetie?”
“Umm, yes?” I admitted. One of my feet were wrapped around the top bar and twisted sideways preventing me from dropping down or climbing further. Such an embarrassing position to find myself in.
I don’t know how she did it; it shouldn’t have been possible, but she picked me up. She literally just picked me up. “There you go! Now you stay out of trouble!” she scolded me as she set me down on the floor. I stared at Crystal hoping for some kind of explanation, but she seemed just as lost as I was.
“Uh, Jasmine,” Crystal said, “do you see anything that shouldn’t be here?”
She looked confused for a moment as she gave the room a once over. “Everything looks fine to me.”
“What is this?” Crystal asked, pointing to what used to be our dresser. “What do you see?”
“A changing table.”
“And this?”
“A crib.”
“And this?” Crystal asked pointing to me.
“Sasha.”
“And you don’t see anything unusual about her at all?”
Jasmine looked me over for a minute before a light turned on in her head. She rolled her eyes playfully and picked me up. “You could have just asked.” She said before laying me down on what used to be our dresser. I was in total shock. I didn’t realize what was going on until I heard something rip.
“OH FUDGE NO!” I shouted as I tried to make a break for it. I squirmed, kicked, and tried to shout every swear word I knew only for the auto correct to kick in again.“ GET OFF ME YOU, WITCH! FUDGE! SHIP! FUDGE OFF!”
“She sure is feisty this morning.” Jasmine said holding me down with her upper arm. I looked to Crystal, but she seemed to be in a complete daze.
“Get her off of me!” I begged.
To this day I cannot speak of what happened. I apologize, but I must skip ahead. I cannot get myself to relive such horrors. Even the sound of ripping tape still makes me shudder.
“Why didn’t you stop her?” I asked when we were alone in the hallway. “I feel violated.”
“It couldn’t have been that bad.” Crystal said. “You’re so dramatic.”
“How would you like someone to. . . to. . . I can’t even say it!” I said. I shuddered at the memory of the wet wipe. My privacy hadn’t been that invaded since the cavity search of incoming cadets. I can still taste the rubber glove. “Can I take it off now?” I asked waddling beside my roommate.
“No, keep it on.” She must have seen the horrified look on my face before she went on, “You wet the bed. Do you normally do that?”
“No,” I admitted. I was so confused by everything going on I hadn’t considered it. “You don’t think I- I need them?”
“With the way everything’s changed around here, you might.” She said. I shuddered.
Breakfast was a terrible ordeal. Normally people ignore me, but everyone kept smiling and waving at me. Even David looked me in the eyes and didn’t follow up with a wise crack. It was like what everyone saw was completely normal. Everyone but me and Crystal. Why was that? She knew it wasn’t right. Why only her? It had to have something to do with our bond.
When we got to our first class I was appalled to see a play pen set up next to Crystal’s desk. I sighed and climbed in. I had to admit it was comfier than sitting in the desk. I could even lie down and Barkley didn’t say a word to me. It was like it was just… normal. I had even fallen asleep and didn’t get in trouble. What I found when I woke up put me in a bad mood though. I could feel the squish underneath my uniform. I couldn’t go through that ordeal again, so I kept quiet. All I had to do was stay awake and it wouldn’t happen again.
I was wrong. By two hours in I had to go really bad. I tugged on Crystal’s uniform to get her attention. “What?” she asked.
“I have to go to the bathroom.” I hissed.
“Breaks in an hour.”
“Can’t hold it till then.”
“You’re wearing a-“ I sent her a glare that said I would murder her in her sleep if she said another word about it. I stood up and hopped out of the playpen and headed towards the door. Barkley looked down at me and grimaced with a look of disgust on his face—I almost wondered if he saw me as my regular self. He snapped his fingers and pointed at me.
“I still can’t believe they let you in here with a kid.” He grumbled as Crystal tried to reign me back in. “Let this be a lesson to all of you. You CAN get pregnant in full dives. Now get your little malware under control before I tie it in place to the wall.”
I tugged on Crystal’s arm as hard as I could and dragged her to the door. “She needs a change, sorry.” She said.
“Malware can wait until break.”
“Not unless you want the classroom smelling like a dirty diaper.” She replied. I let out a gasp of horror. She did not just tell the class I soiled myself! Giggles erupted as our drill instructor let out a disgusted moan and waved his hand in a get out of here motion. “Not again.” He said under his breath. “They don’t pay me enough for this.”
Once I got myself situated and changed by myself I stood by the sinks to see Crystal lost in thought. “Malware.” She said out loud.
“Huh?”
“Did you come into contact with the virus we were chasing? The pink baby?”
“Not that I know of—“ I said, but the memory of the laughter played back in my head and I shivered. “Last night in the showers! I thought it was a dream!”
“So it’s real. . . interesting.” She said. “Everyone sees you as a baby except me. Thank god for that. So how did it end up at the academy? No one’s seen it all week.”
My face fell as I remembered. She eyed me for a moment as I hung my head. My face was an open book and it didn’t help that when our link was the strongest, we shared memories.
“You did WHAT!?” She suddenly shouted. “YOU IDIOT! You went off chasing it by yourself and brought it here!”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know it followed me! I thought it just disappeared.”
I watched as Crystal massaged her temples. She was pissed. “Everyone thinks I’m your mom.” She grumbled.
“Look, I’m not really a baby! I can use the bathroom by myself and-“ She cut me off when she pointed to the trash can.
“Why did you throw it away? Why did you ask for a new one? In fact, why did you ask for one at all?” She narrowed her eyes.
“Because you said I had to wear them.” I mumbled.
“You didn’t make it! Oh my god, seriously?” She said, throwing her hands in the air.
“Yes, I did! I just. . . fell asleep earlier.” I let the sentence hang in the air.
“Did you know you were sucking your thumb in your sleep?” She asked. I grimaced. It seems I lost control of my adult self when I fell asleep. No problem, I thought. I just needed to stay awake.
It wasn’t a problem for a while. The next lesson was in the shooting range. While I certainly wasn’t happy about getting stuck in a playpen with a water pistol and paper target while the others had their 10mm’s out, the noise of the gun blasts left me awake and alert.
The problem came after lunch. I had eaten a normal adult serving of sweet potatoes, forgoing the salads as usual. On top of a full stomach, my peers had looked on with horrified faces during breakfast when I was about to have coffee-- until Crystal had taken it away and announced quite loudly that “babies can’t have coffee.” Without caffeine, mixed with a full stomach and Sphere history, the most boring subject imaginable, I was off to snooze land within ten minutes.
I was woken up by Crystal who had a horrified look on her face. It seemed in my sleep, I had had no qualms about making space in my stomach for lunch to digest by getting rid of breakfast. I could see people fanning the air with their notes and books. Barkley simply pointed a finger out the door. Crystal sighed and took me out of class, shoved the bag of supplies in my hands and pointed towards the stall. I was about to take care of this myself when three of my classmates walked in.
Words were exchanged, followed by a telepathic argument between Crystal and myself. It appeared they expected her to take care of me. I argued and fought. I pushed back, shouted, bit, and wailed. It only made my situation worse. Crystal had tried to telepathically tell me she was only going to pretend until they left, but I was so outraged I had closed the link down. All I had done was gathered a crowd to “help hold me down.” With no other choice, Crystal undressed me, untapped the garment in question. . . and proceeded to lose her lunch in a nearby stall.
The others felt bad and cleaned me up for her. They assumed Crystal had a case of the stomach bug, since no mother would get grossed out over this. I was removed from her care so she could “recover” and stayed with Jasmine until the spell wore off. And this is why I’m being punished. Once separated, the curse of our split began to set in. We were inconsolable for days. The ache of our missing half being gone was overwhelming. It’s not as if we missed each other, but deep down, there was a space inside ourselves that knew we were not whole. It was a feeling on par with loosing a loved one.
I couldn’t tell you what happened after that, I was numb. Despite Jasmine sleeping in the bed next to the crib, I felt a deep loneliness that consumed me, and I knew Crystal felt it too.
Once everything turned back to normal, everyone seemed to have forgotten—everyone expect Crystal and myself. Oh how I wish Crystal had forgotten too. Now I was being led by the wrist to my social doom.
“Do I have to?” I asked with my head hung low.
“Yes, a deal’s a deal.” she smirked. “HEY EVERYONE! Sasha has a story she’d like to tell you!” They all stared at me. My brain would not function, so Crystal took the lead. “You all remember the gender swap, don’t you?”
There were groans in acknowledgement.
“Isn’t that around the time Barkley started calling you Butters?”
“Yes.” I moaned. My face was flushed red with embarrassment.
“So what time in the morning did you wake me up again? I can’t remember.” She smiled as I answered.
“Two in the morning.”
“And why did you wake me up at two in the morning, Sebastian.” Crystal said, referring to the name I had picked out when we were male for the week.
“Because I. . . I. . . was stuck.” I said, hanging my head.
“Can you be more specific, please? What part of you was stuck?”
I took a deep breath to steady myself. “It was our last night as being male, and I was . . . curious.” I could hear a chuckle from across the mess hall. “I didn’t want to touch it with my hands so I. . . tried to. . . “
“You didn’t try, you did.” Crystal corrected.
“I tried to jerk it with a bottle and it got stuck.” I admitted. The mess hall exploded with laughter. “I didn’t know what to do, so I panicked and woke her up. We managed to cut the bottle off, but the opening was still stuck around it. We went to the kitchen to find something oily, but all we could find was. . . butter.” More laughter rang through the hall. “Right in the middle of this. . . Barkley walked in and caught me rubbing myself down with a stick of butter, and that. . . is why he calls me, ‘Butters.’” |
My first fictional story on Omorashi! And hopefully you people like it. The moment you read the second paragraph, and taking into consideration that this is posted on Omorashi, I think you have a pretty obvious idea of what is going to happen. Although there is a plot twist slipped in here. (The pre-note ends here, and I'll leave you to start reading.)
Chapter one - Introducing an actress
Rachel's head bobbed to the beat of the music, while her lips moved to the words. Driving to her most valued place in existance, the girl was already feeling pretty excited, and with her brain unleashing the feel-good hormones through her body, which this song always seemed to generate. She sighed happily as the song ended and the next one came on, absentmindedly taking her eyes off the road. She quickly swerved back on track, hoping that no one saw anything. Rachel was just feeling so joyful, for a rather peculiar reason.
Normally a terror to most people, tonight Rachel was going to give a comic act, in front of the largest audience she had ever talked to. She loved to speak in public. Once upon 14 years ago, she had been little, in kindergarten, and had enjoyed drawing attention to herself. This was something that had survived to this day, and what her career depended on. Rachel recalled to her mind the day she had packed her bags and dropped out of high school, when she was only 17 years old. Her mother had been gloriously proud, and her father, although quite surprised at her choice of work, had agreed to support her as she traveled into the world. 2 years later, by a miraculous spin of the wheel of fortune, the girl had become very well known indeed for her hilarious speeches. She wrote them herself since she had always had a talent for humor, and then performed them to an audience of usually a couple hundred people. The public loved her. Not that she was famous, and got to ride around in a limo and all that, but everyone in the district had at least an idea of who she was. For Rachel, this was a dream come true.
She quickly ran over all the details of what she would say. She'd prepared an unusually large attention grabbing piece, adding in a funny comment every few words or so. Rachel was pleased she had been gifted with a naturally amusing personality. Even though she chose to anyway, she could have made any audience laugh without even trying to entertain her followers, who sat watching in rows, waiting for what was coming next. The humor came naturally. That was who Rachel was.
Her yellow car pulled over into the parking lot, while she noticed she was parked next to both a red and blue car. Hey, the primary colors! Rachel had a tendency to notice little things like that. The clock said 6:47 pm. Plenty of time to get ready. She switched off the radio, and jumped out of her seat. As she walked along the footpath, she looked back at the three cars, thinking about that song she used to sing in First Grade, what her teacher used to call "The Rainbow Song". A very creative name. Rachel trotted down the path to the theater, her ears ringing with the sound of little voices over-enthusiastically singing the lyrics. Young Rachel sang along in her 6 year old voice, while older Rachel joined in the chorus with her 19 year old voice, moving her hips to the beat. (Actually the melody, since early elementary school songs don't actually have a beat at all.)
Red, orange, yellow, green and blue! Don't forget indigo and violet too!
Rachel (the 19 year old one) suddenly stopped swaying her hips, in request of an organ down at the lowest part of her body. The sharp jolting movement of her abdomen was making that particular organ uncomfortable. The girl shrugged, and patted her lower body. There was still two hours before Rachel had to come onstage. Plenty of time for a restroom break. No hurry here.
The young comedian swung open the door and glided along the boards using the floor-rug as a surfboard, putting on her craziest face possible. The lady at the reception giggled. Rachel had always known how to make an entrance.
"Well dear, I can see that our favorite actress is very excited about tonight, yes?"
"Uh-huh. I'm super pumped to get started!"
"You'll just have to wait for a few hours" the receptionist told her.
"I know that. But it's always nice to look forward to future events, isn't it? That's what makes life interesting"
The woman nodded, and turned around and drew a cupful of water from a water cooler into one of those cheap plastic cups. Rachel jumped. The sound of running water was not a very nice thing to hear while her bladder was three quarters of the way full. Up until now, she'd took it for granted that the lady meant to drain the liquid herself. She was a bit taken aback when the other girl handed it to her.
"Why don't you drink this? It will do you good" the receptionist said. "You look thirsty".
True enough. The 19 year old's mouth was a little dry. Still...
Rachel stared at the water inside of the cup, wishing she could just lay off any drinks until she got a chance to pee, but smiled anyway, deciding to be polite.
"Thank you" she said, sipping the water. Even though a drink was nice and refreshing in the summer time, like it was now, Rachel knew that, in the end, it would only result in her bladder being filled even more. She turned and walked down the hallway, moving toward to the elevator. A large building with many rooms had to have a few elevators around the place. Rachel pressed the button for the elevator to open, and set the controls for the second floor, where her desk - with all her notes for the latest recitation - was kept. As she moved up a floor, she ran over everything that usually happened while she was at work, and calculated when she would get a chance to relieve herself. Of course she would first be greeted by everyone who might be there. Courtney... Dan... Ryan... Jess... Nicole... and the rest whose names she couldn't remember. Then they would all be sent off to practice what they were going to participate in for when they were going to act it in front of an audience. Rachel had performed in musicals as well, but it was mostly public speaking which was her specialty. Tonight was her turn to shine solo, but she didn't feel like doing it if she could not make it to a restroom in time.
'Heck, this lift is taking a frickin' long time to get there. It isn't as if I wanted to go to the fifth floor!' She thought irritably.
After that they would usually come together for a coffee break and then go off to practice again. Acting was of course the team's life, just like speeches were Rachel's, and one or two other people who liked the same thing as her. After that then it would be time for the chosen two acts to get ready and enter the stage.
The young adult fidgeted in the elevator, and pressed her legs against each other. Why was it taking so long? Or did it just seem like an eternity because of the pressure in her bladder?
She concluded that the only times she would have to get to the restrooms was during her practice, which would be like simply walking out of class in high school. Most people know what the results are. Or, to quietly slip away while they were all talking and laughing and drinking coffee, thus risk being asked where she was going. Rachel simply couldn't tell anyone that her body needed a chance to urinate.
The earliest out of the two options would be once they were all in their rooms, practicing, and that would not come for another 25 minutes. She simply could not wait that long without the urge soaring to unbelievable intensity. Her bladder was of average size and she didn't have a medical condition of any sort. But for some reason it always seemed to fill up relatively quickly, and the water she had drank earlier was already beginning to take a toll on her.
Rachel sighed. She would just have to wait.
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Comments invited. I'll post the second chapter as soon as it is finished.
Edited July 8, 2016 by Not a watrmlon
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This stupid door Corrine thought to herself as she jiggled the handle to no avail. She and her 14 year old brother James were staying over at their grandparents house in the middle of who-knows-where New Hampshire in a house that quite possibly predated the US. It was a beautiful house, in a scenic 4 acre plot of a beautiful state, but the damn…bedroom…door…always…JAMMED Corrine thought furiously, finally giving up and settling on her bed as her brother watched. Why they were even sharing a room at 17 and 14, and why this particular room, was beyond her, but this had been their routine for visiting their grandparents their whole lives, so she supposed it was tradition. Earlier in the evening she and her brother had devoured copious amounts of hot chocolate, and her grandparents had even let her have a bit of wine as they discussed her upcoming move to college. Yes, everything had been fantastic, so fantastic that she completely forgot about this room’s tendency to trap its occupants. Neither she nor her brother had used the restroom before settling in for the night, and she was cursing her stupidity.
“You have to go?” Her brother snapped her out of her brooding
She sighed, no point keeping it from him,”ya, pretty bad.”
“me too, wanna just bust the door open?”
They and their older brother had discovered some years ago that the jammed door could, in fact, be opened with liberal application of force. The issue was the loud banging nose that created, which would wake the dogs, which would wake their grandparents, and their grandparents did NOT appreciate being woken once they were asleep.
“They said they were taking me shopping for new dresses tomorrow, I don’t want to piss them off”
“whatever, I guess we just hold it then.” Jake sighed. Truthfully he had to go pretty bad, but he was determined to hold it for Corrine's sake
Her brother turned over in his sleeping bag (she got the bed) and she slipped into an uneasy sleep. Eventually she was woke with a jolt, her bladder screaming for release. She checked her phone and saw that it was 2:30am. Shit she thought, there’s no way I can hold it until 7 or 8. She realized that she was just going to have to break the door open and suffer the consequence (but man I wanted that shopping spree) she hopped out of bed and was surprised to hear her brother ask her what she was doing
“Gonna just bust the door open...it's not worth the discomfort” the 17 year old would never admit that she couldn't hold it until morning
“aren’t you afraid of pissing them off?”
“Ya, but I’ll just have to live with my disappointment” Corrine remarked sarcastically
“There might be another way” James muttered
“hmmmm?” Corrine was examining the door and not paying too much attention
“Well, once Jeff (their older brother) and I were up here during the summer, Jeff snuck a couple beers and had to piss real bad, but didn’t want grandpa to know he’d been drinking. So he decided to pee in the closet, on the carpet, and just blame the dogs, the stain is still there.”
“ewwwww, you mean that stain is from Jeff? That’s disgusting” Corrine shuddered
“I bet if we went on the same spot, they would never even know, it’s not like they ever check the closet, and if they do find it’s wet we’ll blame the dogs again, it’s not like they would think that we peed there...you could still get your dress!” James said hopefully. The 14 year old would never tell his sister this, but the boxers under his sweatpants were already damp, and it wasn’t from sweat, he needed to go soon.
“no way, no way no way no way am I peeing on the carpet” Corrine exclaimed
“I'll go first to make you feel better” James replied as he got out of his sleeping bag and walked gingerly to the walk-in closet, trying not to hold himself and potty dance in front of his big sister. He found the stained corner, unzipped and…Corrine could hear an audible sigh of relief followed by the unmistakable sound of a stream of liquid hitting the carpet. The sound made her own needs 10x worse, and she was now very seriously in danger of peeing her PJs. Even worse, she knew she couldn’t knock open the door now without the dogs investigating the spot where James was wetting, and she didn’t want to get him in trouble.
“So much better” James sighed as he climbed back into his sleeping bag. He wouldn’t say it, but there had been something exciting, something naughty and primal, about wetting on the floor. He felt a pang of sympathy for Corrine, though, as he watched her silhouette potty-dancing pitifully near the door. He decided to pretend to fall asleep quickly, so she wouldn’t feel as embarrassed.
Within a few minutes Corrine heard her brother breathing deeply and rhythmically, I swear the kid could fall asleep in the middle of a gunfight she thought to herself as she grabbed herself to prevent a leak.
“James?” She whispered cautiously, and heard no response. Well, she thought, I guess if he’s asleep nobody would ever know. She was humiliated that at 17 she couldn’t hold it long enough to reach a bathroom, but then again peeing in her pants would be a whole lot worse. As quietly as she could she crept toward the closet, not really believing what she was about to do. She hit a damp spot and had to stifle a small shriek of grossness. Mustering her courage, and thanking God her brother had fallen asleep so quickly, she took of her PJs, but stopped short of removing her panties. What if her brother woke up and saw her, it’s not like this giant closet has a door, and there’s a direct line of sight. Besides, her panties were already pretty thoroughly wet, so she supposed she could just stick them in her suitcase and wash them later, it wouldn’t be too hard to hide. Not wanting to sit in the damp patch James had made, she spread her legs out wide and squatted down. At first her body didn’t want to let go (despite how badly she had to pee) but after a few seconds she felt that unmistakable sensation of urine bubbling up, followed by a torrent of piss which went through her panties and splattered loudly onto the carpet. She flinched, certain that James would hear and wake up, but he was still silent and unmoving.
Jake was careful to keep his breath rhythmic so that his sister didn’t know he was awake. This is one secret that he would keep quiet; once when he was nine he had wet the bed, and Corrine had helped him hide it. He smiled to himself, knowing that he had returned the favor as best he could, and drifted off to sleep |
This being my first story here, any and all criticism will be appreciated so that I can become better at writing these types of stories.
Finally relaxing after sitting down on the bus to her school, Phoebe noticed that amidst the chaos of waking up late, frantically putting clothes on, drinking copious amounts of milk to substitute not having breakfast and almost missing a bus, that she had not used the bathroom since before she went to sleep last night and now, above all else, needed to pee.
She jostled herself around in her seat and played some music to take her mind off the rapidly filling bladder situated below her stomach. Of course she'd been in this situation before, as most people have, and decided to go as soon as she reached school. This would have worked if not for the traffic building up at a similar rate to how much she needed to pee. Arriving late to school, she had no other option but to go to first lesson and wait until after it was finished to relieve herself.
Entering the classroom she felt a sudden wave of desperation flow over her as she realised it would be another hour until she could pee, Phoebe knew she could wait that long but despised the thought of having to be under the pressure of a filling bladder for that long. She sat near the back of the room so she could hold herself if she needed without anyone noticing, and rocked in her chair to take the pressure off of holding one nights worth of pee. The only distraction from her bladder was the lecturer, who provided little help to her by droning on with no end in sight. Barely any work was done, not because she couldn't do it, but because she was too focused on stopping herself from embarrassing herself by wetting her school uniform.
Once the lesson was finally over she was on the verge of having to slam a hand between her trousers to stop the torrent of pee. Running as fast as her small bladder would let her, she reached one of the girls toilets before realising it was locked due to people vandalising it. Another wave hit her as she pressed her thighs together after hearing the bell indicating next lesson was starting.
"Another hour." Phoebe whispered out loud in defeat, despite this setback she was determined to not wet herself and proceeded to the lesson trying to walk at a normal pace with her hands at her sides so she didn't look like she was about to piss everywhere.
Next lesson was painful, one hand shoved between her legs and one forced to do work. Her legs were moving wildly under the desk without conscious thought being put in as her body tried to hold everything back. At least she was not alone in this, at least two other girls were feeling the effects of the closed bathrooms, the first of whom asked to leave lesson to use the facilities but was denied, Phoebe had no chance. She did however take comfort in thinking that she wouldn't be the only one to wet herself and removed her hand from her privates before violently replacing it realising how stupid and idea it was. The second girl, sat near Phoebe, spontaneously stood up and ran out of the classroom, hands between legs and a clear liquid pouring out of her trousers. This didn't help Phoebe at all who was now using two hands to stop her bladder from emptying, the splashed of urine and the pools of it on the floor were grabbing her attention more than she would have liked. Now at her limit she was shocked to see the bell had gone off signifying that she could finally pee.
She walked cautiously to the other bathroom and was relieved to see the door opening this time, however walking in she saw that all the stalls were occupied, This sent her already full bladder into overdrive, making her shudder with desperation but also something else she couldn't put her finger on. Dancing on the spot with her thighs pressed together and hands over her vagina, she was determined to last long enough to piss in a toilet rather than her panties. Unfortunately for her after about 5mins of standing in front of the stalls she realised that they were, in fact, vacant and locked from the inside. This left her with three options: she would have to either pee in the sinks in the girls bathroom, use the male bathroom, or hold her pee until she arrived home. All three options seemed awful, any normal person would have chosen one of the former. But no, Phoebe, being as stubborn as she was, staggeringly said to herself: "No, I can wait, I will not wee in anywhere other than a toilet." This may have been a mistake as she instantly doubled over before the ardours task ahead of her, releasing spurts of pee into her panties.
The third lesson was perhaps the most difficult, she did nothing but hold herself under a table and watch other girls squirm to stop them from peeing themselves. Phoebe struggled contain the waterfall stored in her expanding abdomen as some streams of pee managed to escape her labia making a small mark on her trousers. Her desperation increased as pee backed up inside of her and she was sure she would wet herself. This building pressure increased up to critical when the lesson finished.
She knew she couldn't hold it any longer and ran to the nearest toilet making little effort to stop the pee she knew was coming. "I'm actually weeing myself" she thought in disbelief as her trousers darkened as unending spurts of her own urine washed over them. Undoing her belt and walking in to the bathroom she had no choice but to position her delicate behind over a sink and let go, if anyone walked in now she would be humiliated. Strangely however when she did this she was unable to pee, looking down, only, to see that most of her pee was deposited in her panties as she ran to the bathroom, Phoebe was defeated and sat on the counter in disbelief. |
It's been a while since I put up a story. This one contains some light BDSM and, of course, omorashi.
June 7
I know you'll be turned on by reading this, which is why I'm keeping it from you until all this is over. What can I say? I like teasing you.
Being submissive doesn't come easy for me, which is probably why I find it so hot. To understand me, you need to understand my mom. She was a single mother and a rabid feminist. I mean, she was a little behind the times. Her brand of extreme feminism was en vogue in the early seventies, but my mom didn't come of age until the late eighties. She must have been lonely. My mom was a real man-hater. She took the good parts of feminism—equal rights and equal pay for women, the right to choose abortion, the idea that a woman is equally capable as a man in anything that doesn't require hard physical labor—and twisted it into an ideology that didn't just put man and woman on equal footing, but elevated women to a superior species. My mom used to say men were only good for two things: hard labor, which—it wasn't that women couldn't do it, it was just beneath their dignity—and as sperm donors. The best orgasms come when you play with your toys, you don't need no man inside you. Yes, my mom really talked like that, and she started telling me explicitly about sex before I even hit puberty. I'm not talking the birds and the bees here, I'm talking how to apply a vibrator to your G spot for optimal orgasms. I'm talking how God obviously favors women, because why else would he give a refractory period to men, preventing them from experiencing the ultimate pleasure more than once an hour, and none to women?
I think she was lonely. Her beliefs separated her from other people. I never knew my father, but I pretty much concluded that he must have been the best guy ever, because by the time I was thirteen I had decided to believe the opposite of whatever my mom said about men, and boy, did she speak ill of him. He probably decided he was better off without her. She never had any boyfriends when I grew up—once or twice she had one night stands, I think, although she quickly shuffled the men out the door before she thought I was awake, as if she were ashamed of herself for stooping so low as to actually sleep with a man.
Even though I was a contrarian teen, there was something growing in me, a kind of desire, which made me feel ashamed. It wasn't easy rebelling against my mom. She was a chain smoker and when she caught me sneaking a cig when I was sixteen, she scolded me, not for smoking, but for stealing. If I wanted to smoke, I would have to give her money and she'd go to the store and buy me my own cigarettes. The only things she really scolded me for was if I didn't do my chores—and rebellion via laziness felt utterly petty, not at all what I wanted—or if I happened to say something positive about the Male Race. That's what she called men, as if men and women were different species. I learned to keep my thoughts about men to myself.
It must seem like my mom was an utterly horrible parent, and that I hate her, but don't get the wrong idea. Yes, she was an awful parent, but I don't hate her, I pity her. She could be great fun. You should know I've inherited her mental instability—so watch out! That's what the medication bottle in my bathroom cupboard is for. I've got it handled, mostly. But my mom, she would have long periods where she sat staring off into space, not saying a word, and I could hear her crying at night sometimes. But that would alternate with periods where she had all the energy in the world, when she was always laughing and smiling and not even men could make her upset. She would suddenly decide to take me out of school for the day to have an imprompty picnic, and then send me back the next day with a wink and a note that said I had been ill with fever and that's why she thought it best to keep me at home. She had a wonderful humor, too, very dark but outrageously funny.
But that's her. This diary is about us, you and me. My mom is just necessary background for what follows. This unspeakable desire I mentioned, it went against everything my mother had taught me. To her, the Male Race was an inferior kind of human, a kind of error in the assembly line of perfect females. Women should run the world, and men should be grateful that they got to live in it. But I started having erotic dreams, dreams that ran a hundred and eighty degrees away from my mother's worldview. Strong men scolding me, spanking me, telling me what to do. For a long time, I was ashamed. I masturbated thinking about bearded men lifting me off my feet, splaying me across their laps and spanking me while telling me what a dirty slut I was. Then I would cry myself to sleep. God, I was such a dramatic teen.
It took a long time for me to accept that I'm submissive, and that's okay. It's totally fine to willingly give up power if you get something in return—erotic feelings and feelings of safety and comfort. If a woman is her own master, surely it is within her power to give up power to someone else, someone who respects her and respects her limits, and who is man enough to take on the responsibility for another's safety and happiness that comes with power exchange.
As you know, I have another kink. It took me a lot longer before I dared to tell you. Well, I was kind of forced to after I forgot to use incognito mode that one time and you caught my browsing history and just gave me that look. You should know the embarrassment I felt at that moment has become a favored part of my library of sexual fantasies. I had to admit it, and I was so afraid that you'd think I was a freak. It was one thing to be into spanking, to get wet when a strong man tells you to do something you don't want to do, but know you will do anyway. But this?
I never told you how I got into it. I've always had a strong bladder. I remember I was curious, perhaps conspiciously so, in hindsight, when I was young and there were rumors in kindergarten that some kid wet themselves. I never got to witness it, but I heard that it happened and I remember thinking, wouldn't that be cool to see?
One time, when I was thirteen or fourteen, I wet the bed. It's the only time I've ever done it since I got out of diapers. I don't know why it happened, but I must have had too much to drink before bed, and then skipped my usual bedtime pee because I was tired. It was only a little bit. My butt and panties were wet, and there was a little spot on the sheets, but I woke up and I was still bursting. My cheeks burned with the fire of a thousand suns when I realized what happened. I still really needed to pee, and I knew I could probably make it—I put the odds at two to one, meaning I was on the edge of having an accident. Another one. I had never been that desperate in living memory. I knew the wet spot was small enough that I could probably hide it from my mom. But the damage was done. I had undeniably wet the bed. That's when I had a naughty idea. I felt defeated already, so why not go all out? I was sitting up in bed, hands in my crotch to stem the tide, but at that moment I laid back down and carefully removed my hands. I closed my eyes and waited. My stellar potty training was yelling at me, telling me to hold it, this is no place to pee, you are not going to have an accident! But it was early morning and like any teen, I would keep it going until two in the morning and then zonk out until at least ten—this was a Sunday, or Saturday, I don't recall but it was definitely not a school day. Sleep began creeping into my consciousness, and I faintly registered that a trickle had began leaking out, re-warming my butt, but then I was off to dream land again. I woke up a little while later, and this time, I had really wet the bed. I no longer had to pee, but there was a me-sized puddle underneath me. The sheets were ruined. The mattress, possibly. There was no way I could hide this from my mom.
I gingerly got out of bed. I was wearing panties and an oversized t-shirt which I liked to imagine really belonged to a strong man, a man who would surely spank me for touching his stuff without permission. My legs were wet. The front of the shirt was dripping. I made my way through the house—it was early morning, and the light leaking in through the blinders gave the whole house an eerie look, like some witch had cast a spell over everything. I could see dust motes spinning around in a crack of light. I remember thinking my mom would make me vacuum later.
I knocked once on the door to my mom's room, and then I stepped in. “What…?” She said, still half asleep. There was only a tiny crack of light coming from the door, so my accident wasn't immediately apparent. My mom opened her eyes, sought out mine in the darkness. I stood there silent for a minute while she adjusted to the darkness, began waking up. I think I've inherited that from my mom, too: it takes me a while to wake up, and when I'm in that state halfway between sleep and waking, there is no speaking to me. You might as well speak to your closet.
Finally she looked down and saw the spot on my shirt. “Honey, did you hurt yourself?” She asked. I guess I must have been misty eyed. You try waking up your mom to tell her you wet the bed at fourteen. I know I've been trying and failing to get you embarrassed, but I don't think even you could do that with a straight face. She sought some kind of explanation in my eyes, and then she zoned in on the wet spot. “Oh,” she said. “Oh, oh, oh my.”
This was the moment of judgment. I knew she would think I was a baby, would scold me for being such a bad girl, would probably demote me to diapers right then and there. Catastrophic scenarios played out in my head. Worst cases were the only cases. I imagined her forcing me to give my teacher a slip of paper that said to let me go to the bathroom whenever I wanted, because I was having “potty issues,” and I imagined my teacher accidentally holding the slip the wrong way so my entire class would see it, and everyone would laugh, and I would be called pissy pants for the rest of my life.
None of that happened. “Oh, honey, I'm sorry that happened to you,” was all my mom said. I think I was full of crying now, because I remember she held my face and wiped off my tears.
“I'm not mad,” she said.
“Don't you think I'm a big baby?” I sniffled.
“Of course not,” she said. “It could happen to the best of us. Did you forget to go before bed?”
“Uh-huh,” I said. My face felt like it was on fire.
“Is it bad?”
“I think you may need to buy a new mattress. A new bed, even!” I said. She laughed at that. My mom was in one of her “up” moods, so she laughed at everything. I think she must have been up until four in the morning—which wasn't unusual for her when she got like that—and had only just fallen asleep when I came to wake her. Everything is either upsetting or hilarious when you're that tired, there's no middle ground.
She got out of bed and told me to take a shower. And you know what I did? I was genuinely upset, but for some reason I was also terribly aroused. I directed the shower head to my crotch and began humping it until I came. When I got out of the shower, my bed was magically restored. My mother insisted that I must be ill and told me to sleep in her bed. I felt like a child, more so than I ever had. I was just starting to develop physically and naturally, having a B cup made me feel like a woman, not a little girl, but sleeping in my mom's bed after I peed in mine made me feel very small, and, confusingly, I liked it. Very much so. To add to my embarrassment, my mom insisted that I sleep on top of a towel, “Just in case there are any more leaks. I think you may have caught a UTI. We'll see about getting you to the doctor.”
The doctor! Please no. I couldn't bear the embarrassment of having my mom cart me off to my GP to tell him about my bedwetting, and I said so. I begged her, please don't do this to me.
That changed her mind. “Oh, honey, you're right. I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of a man unless it's absolutely necessary. But if there are any more accidents, I'm afraid we'll have no choice.”
There were no more accidents. I've never once peed my bed, or my pants, or anywhere else that isn't a toilet—or once in some bushes while camping—since that day. I didn't tell you this story the day you found my porn history, even though I know you'd have gotten a kick out of it. But as you know, I did confess that I find women peeing themselves hot. And the next day, when we had our big “kink talk,” I told you what's more, I have a fantasy where a man punishes me for having an accident.
I don't know when you came up with your little plan, but man, the way you presented it to me, I could have melted right there. I was just absentmindedly walking to the bathroom before we were about to head out, when you said, “Stop right there, little miss.”
“Huh?” I said. I had no idea.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“Just going to the bathroom?”
“It's two PM. That's not one of your designated bathroom allowances.”
“My what?”
“You heard me, little miss.”
And then you laid out the schedule. The schedule designed to break me. Week one, that is to say this week, my bathroom allowance is four times per day, at exactly these times and no other times: 7 AM, 11 AM, 3 PM, 7 PM. Week two, which is to say next week, my allowance is only three: 7 AM, 1 PM, 7 PM. Week three, my allowance is only twice per day: seven in the morning and seven in the evening. “I don't think there will be any need for a week four. By then, you will be broken.”
“What do you mean?” I said. I didn't even bother arguing about the schedule. It wasn't a specific fantasy I'd ever had, but it combined all my kinks: relinquishing control, the prospect of peeing my pants and being powerless to stop it.
“I mean you will have peed your pants at least once, probably more than once by then, and I will ruthlessly ridicule you for it. That's when you break. But don't worry, I'll be there to pick up the pieces. I love you, you know that.”
“I've never peed my pants!” I said. I didn't mention that incident when I was fourteen. It almost didn't count—I mean it was basically on purpose, right? I only had a tiny real accident.
“I've never met a girl I couldn't break.” You said, confident as ever.
“You mean you've done this… bathroom schedule thing before?”
“No, not exactly. Peeing isn't my thing. I'm not disgusted by it, or by you getting off on it. It just doesn't do anything for me per se. But the prospect of controlling and humiliating you, now that gets me hard as a rock. I just chose a way that combines my kinks with yours.”
“So...”
“So I've met your type before. You want to be broken, humiliated, crushed, but you think you're unbreakable. Deep down you're afraid of the prospect that it's just a comfortable fantasy. That you really will break and that you won't be able to handle the fallout. You like to be in control, which is why it turns you on to be denied that control. Fear and excitement are the same emotion with different feelings attached. Your heart beats faster, you feel the anxiety in your throat. For some, they panic. You find the idea arousing, but you're afraid that if the fantasy becomes real, you'll panic. Well, I've broken girls before. None of them panicked. All of them—both, don't think I'm such a big player—handled it really well. It was fun and different and exciting.”
I stuck my tongue out. “I am not going to pee my pants!”
“Well, you better not in my car. I recommend you set a potty timer on your phone, because if you forget, if you're not headed to the bathroom by five minutes past, you forfeit that break and have to wait until the next one.”
“Potty timer? Really?”
“Yes, really.”
Well, it's Tuesday. Day two. I already forgot my three PM pee, and when four rolled around, I was squirming a bit in my seat at work. When it neared seven, I was bent over, trying not to think about Niagara Falls. I ran to the toilet at seven sharp and peed for over a minute, full force. Grudgingly, I've set a “potty timer” on my phone. But I refuse to call it that. If I ever catch you using that term, I'll whoop your ass, I mean it.
Wish me luck. I think week one will be fine, but next week could pose a challenge. Thankfully my vacation's coming up, so I don't have to be around people all desperate. We can do our little game in private. I just hope you don't have any nasty plans... |
June 13
I was about to go for my 11 AM pee when I got your message. “Remember, no peeing until 1.” I can't believe you don't trust me to set my own potty timer!
June 17
This is easier than I thought.
June 20
I should have known you'd be up to some tricks once your vacation came along. I made it from seven until seven just fine. Maybe I was a little desperate when I almost ran headlong into you on the way to the bathroom, but nothing showed on my panties! At this point I was irrationally proud of myself, like a toddler potty training for the first time. When you innocently invited me to the movies, I was excited. It's been so long since we went out to see a film. I've got nothing against Netflix and I am chiller than a cucumber up someone's ass—talk about mixed metaphors—but there's just something about the big screen, the huge surround system, the dark hall filled with seats, the collective gasps that go through the audience when something exciting or scary happens. I didn't expect it to be a midnight screening, though.
I put on a skirt and some lacy lingerie, which I made sure to show you when I bent over to tie my shoelaces. I bet you got a kick out of that. There was a pleasant breeze in the warm summer night. I put out my hand for you to grab. By this point it had been nearly five hours since I almost ran you down like a bull, but I didn't feel much like I had to pee. Just a twinge maybe. But then you bought us that huge box of popcorn, and extra large drinks. I should have been more careful. I should have smelled danger. Instead, I smelled only delicious popcorn and traces of your cologne. I don't remember the last time we had such a nice, pleasant date. I miss that.
Halfway through the film I definitely needed to pee. I soldiered on, reminding myself that I had about six hours left until I could pee. It's like when you're a kid in the back seat and you ask your mom “Are we there yet?” and she says “soon,” and you want to believe her, you really do, especially since your legs are all knotted up and you're bouncing up and down and your bladder is screaming at you, but you know full well that soon means in a long time. Like that. I wanted to believe that I would soon be able to relieve myself, but I knew I'd have to last the night. As we exited the theater, I'd already forgotten the twist ending. All I could do was stare longingly at the ladies headed over to the restrooms. For a midnight screening there were quite a lot of people. I tried to focus on that, how odd it was that so many people were going to the movies at midnight on a weekday—it wasn't the premiere, as far as I knew. But I couldn't focus. You cheerily took my hand and asked me if something was wrong.
“I think you know what's wrong,” I hissed. I meant to shrugged, but my acerbic delivery belied my attitude.
“I don't know. I'm not a mind reader. I think that's a female thing. You always know when I'm horny, but I'm sorry honey, I can't read your mind just because you can read mine.”
“Oh, give it a break,” I spat out.
“No seriously,” you said, doing your best impression of the concerned boyfriend. You knew very well that you had orchestrated this situation and were enjoying the hell out of it, and you knew that I knew. “What's the matter? Film too scary for sweetpea?”
“I have to piss, now fuck off and let's go home,” I said.
“I knew I shouldn't have bought you that large drink so close to bedtime,” you said. You always know how to push my buttons. I said nothing, sulking in the passenger seat the whole way home.
There was another part of me that enjoyed the roleplay, enjoyed the sensation of pee pushing and stretching at my bladder walls. It was hard to reconcile these two views. Imagine a line drawing of a cube, and if you look at it long enough, it switches over to a different cube facing the other direction.
That's how I felt. At once hating and loving it.
“Time for night-night. Go brush your teeth,” you said. Where did all this infantilizing language come from? You were really going all out trying to humiliate me, weren't you? By now, I was holding myself between the legs to stem the flow. As I put down my toothbrush, you damn near scared the piss out of me when you grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me into the air.
“Get off me!” I shrieked.
“I forgot how jumpy scary movies make you.”
Despite my best efforts not to let myself be affected by your teasing, I couldn't take it. My fuse it short when my bladder's full. “I get jumpy when people fucking grab me from behind!”
“Shhh,” you said, finger to your lips. “Bed time is silent time.”
I decided not to speak another word to you until the morning. Silently, I slipped off my skirt and shirt, and slipped into a pair of pajama pants.
“I need to remind you of the rules,” you said just as I began squirming under the covers. “When little sluts watch scary movies, sometimes they have bad dreams and end up wetting the bed. Now, if this happens, which I'm sure it won't, will it?”
I shook my head no, all the while mentally nodding yes, yes, yes it will unless Jesus himself descends from the heavens and turns urine into air.
“But if it should happen, my little slut will stay in bed, in her wet clothes, and inform me in the morning. She will not attempt to go to the bathroom at night unescorted, because the house is dark and scary. Because she knows how much I enjoy making her suffer when she disobeys. Is that clear?”
I nodded and turned my back to you. I was in something close to a fetal position with both hands squeezed into my crotch. It was 2:30. Four and a half hours of full bladder torture. Honestly I contemplated just giving up and pissing right then, but I didn't want to give you the satisfaction. However, I knew you would be even more satisfied if I cheated, snuck out while you were asleep. Because I knew I'd have to tell you, and then you'd know I was “broken,” and pissing the bed was far better than that.
You were asleep in fifteen. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep before I peed. I can't remember the last time I needed to pee so much. It was a tsunami of wave after wave pushing against my poor outlet, insisting on release. I twisted my legs into various acrobatic positions in an attempt to find the one that provided the most relief, but in the end one of my legs began falling asleep and I had to loosen up, and as I did, I leaked. It was only a little, not enough to reach the bedding yet, but my crotch was definitely wet.
I looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was only 2:55. Barely ten minutes since I heard the rhythm of your breathing change and knew you were asleep. More than four hours until I could pee in a toilet. No. Don't think of a toilet. Just… don't! That thought proved to be my undoing. I imagined myself seated on the toilet and as I did, my body simply relaxed. It was the strangest feeling. I was straining my muscles with all my might, yet all I felt was all the tension leaving, and then I felt my crotch getting warmer. It spread out, slightly pooling in my crotch—the way I lay was like a pee cradle, gently rocking my urine to sleep—and then it began dripping over the edge and down my legs, and at the same time, my butt and lower back was getting wet. I was glad I hadn't worn a shirt. Although it signaled defeat, letting go felt so good that I let myself luxuriate in the feeling, stopped fighting it and embraced it. Soon it was over, and then I was lying there panting in a puddle of piss. It felt so good, and so bad, so wrong. Had I just ruined our bed? Oh, well. If that were the case, you would have to buy a new mattress. It was all your fault.
I was embarrassed, of course. But more than anything I was relieved, and once I no longer had to pee, I realized how tired I was. Knowing I wasn't allowed to change before morning anyway, I rolled over to my back and fell asleep.
“Good morning!” You said. In your hands was a tray, and on it, a plate of eggs and steaming bacon. “I'm so proud of you!”
“What?” I said, rubbing my eyes. I was acutely aware of how uncomfortable the cold wet sheets were clinging to my back.
“I knew you'd be a big girl and not wet the bed.”
There was no way you could have failed to notice my spectacular accident. I knew you were just winding me up, breaking me down. I didn't want to give you the immediate satisfaction, and that bacon smelled too good, so I decided to put off the inevitable embarrassment. Ignoring the icky piss-pants sticking to my lower half, I sat up and began devouring breakfast.
“Slow down there, cowgirl,” you said. “You look like you haven't eaten in days. Here, have some orange juice. That bacon is salty.”
I downed the OJ and forked the last piece of bacon. Then the plate was empty. An eerie silence descended on the room. I could cut the tension with a knife and use the shard to break diamonds. We were both waiting for me to admit it, to be done with the charade, but suddenly I felt very small and pathetic. I felt my eyes getting moist from the embarrassment, and then wetter still from frustration. I knew it was going to be embarrassed, but I didn't want to make it worse by crying over it, and that frustration made me cry. If you ever wonder how women's emotions are wound up, this is it. Privileged information straight from the horse's mouth.
You waited.
I waited.
You waited some more.
I suppressed a sob.
You looked concerned, but waited.
I failed to suppress a sob.
You sat down on the bed and put a supportive hand on my shoulder.
I whispered it. “I wet the bed.”
You leaned in and asked me to repeat it.
“I wet the bed,” I whispered, even fainter than the first time.
“Oh, sweetpea,” you said. “I knew I shouldn't have taken you to an R rated movie.”
I ignored the jab and simply lifted the covers. It was even worse than I thought. There was a me-shaped stain covering almost my entire side of the bed. I must have rolled around in sleep because it had gotten everywhere. I realized even my bra was wet, although thankfully my hair was dry.
“You really had to go, didn't you?” You said.
I nodded.
You seemed to realize that you were on the brink of going too far, because your tone had shifted from Master mocking his dirty slut to something more paternal and caring. “Nothing you do can make me not love you,” you whispered in my ear. It helped, a little. Then you picked me up and didn't set me down until I was in the shower. “Clean yourself up and I'll take care of the bed,” you said.
The warm, clean water washed away the ickiness I felt on the outside, but not the one on the inside.
After a while you came in with clean clothes for me—black panties, matching bra, skinny white jeans and a tank top.
I didn't like your smile.
“Cheer up, sunshine! It's almost ten and we have a big adventure ahead of us.” Almost ten. Surely not…
“Just let me do my morning pee—”
“Remind me,” you said. “When is your bathroom allowance?”
“Seven,” I said.
“What time is it now?”
“Almost ten.”
“And that means?”
“You've got to be fucking shitting me!” I had been so tired I slept through seven, and now, after pissing the bed, I wouldn't be able to pee in an actual toilet until twenty-four hours since my last… deliberate pee.
“I need to poop,” I said.
“Tough luck.”
I didn't need to poop, and sincerely hoped I wouldn't for the next nine hours, but it was worth a shot.
“What are your sadistic plans for the day, then?” I asked.
“What do you take me for, a sadist who loves to torture his girlfriend? We're going to have a picnic in the park, then we're going for a trip on the river—I rented a boat, like we always talked about—and then we're going for a romantic dinner at the waterfront to cap it off. Doesn't that sound lovely, sweetpea?”
“Why can't you be like this when you're not doing it just to torture me,” I said, as I wriggled my ass into those jeans you love so much. I noted that the slightest leak would be very visible on them. No doubt part of your grand design.
“Have you forgotten what day it is?”
“Tuesday?”
“It's your birthday.”
“My birthday was on the seventeenth, you goof. You gave me a gift.” Perfume and chocolate. Ever the gentleman, my sadist.
“I gave you a gift, but I didn't give you an experience. I made reservations at L'esprit d'escalier weeks ago.” L'esprit was a fancy French restaurant I had been wanting to go to since forever, and also the French phrase for staircase wit, that thing where you always come up with the perfect reply after the moment has passed. That described my situation well in that moment. The witty reply which I ought to have said, by the way, was thank you and possibly—no definitely—also I love you.
The picnic was lovely. We sat on a blanket in the park, you popped a bottle of white wine, the sun was shining, and the biscuits and cheese were amazing. I started to think that being with a sadist wasn't so bad. “God, you're not going to put a ring in my glass, are you,” I joked.
“I'd rather let you go to a public bathroom right now,” you said. I regretted the joke immediately. I knew that meant Not in a million years, and I hated knowing that I would be spending the whole day helpless in public, and a small pang tugged at my heart and wondered whether I also didn't regret your nonchalant no-go on ever marrying, too. Knowing you'll read this I must stress that it was only a fleeting thought.
Then we packed up and headed down to the river. The boat you'd gotten us had a small engine, but you took the oars like a champ, and we floated down the river at a leisurely pace. Summer was here and the trees along the riverside were all green, filtering sunlight in pretty patterns across the ground. We talked for a while, and then I closed my eyes and just felt everything, the sun, the birds chirping, the gentle breeze, the good company. It was a pretty good not-birthday so far.
By the time we passed four, I was in trouble. We had consumed a bottle of wine each, and some water, and I needed to pee. Thankfully I didn't need to go number two, but I was still stuck on a boat, in jeans so tight they cut into my bladder like a knife, and I could feel my weakened pelvic muscles straining. I casually put my hands in my lap and you gave me a look that told me you knew.
I began singing. It's something I do, sometimes, when I'm nervous. You always tell me I would be a hit at karaoke night, which is a backhanded compliment if I ever saw one. Nevertheless, I sang, and hoped that it would put my mind off my bladder.
The water wasn't helping. It occurred to me that you must have planned this. Surrounded by water and desperate for a pee; there was nowhere I could look that didn't remind me of my need. I began squeezing myself openly.
You rowed us back to shore, and by now, it was almost six. I couldn't stand still as you tied up the boat. I was twisting my legs, squeezing my crotch, jumping in place, looking for all the world like a toddler.
You asked me to help pick up our things from the boat. I leaned down. I shouldn't have. My jeans dug into my bladder, and it gave a push. Before I knew it, I was peeing, and by the time I was able to stop, it was halfway down to my knees. All hope was lost anyway, so I crouched down and let nature take its course, through my panties and jeans. It splashed down into the mud and recoiled up toward my butt.
You gave me a condescending smile as you finished with the boat. “It's okay, honey, you tried. I should have been more sensitive, knowing you've been struggling to keep dry lately.” And you offered me a hand. We walked like that, me wet down my entire backside and halfway down the front. It was exceedingly obvious what had happened, given that my jeans were white except in long dark gray streaks radiating from my crotch. There were a few people out and about. Most looked politely away. A group of teenage boys stared, and when we passed them, one whistled and waved.
You stopped. Walked over. “Are you hitting on my girlfriend?” You asked.
“No,” said the boy meekly. He might be sixteen, with a terrible hairy thing on his upper lip which probably passed for a mustache. “Are you mocking her, then? That it?”
“No...”
“Then shut the fuck up and move along,” you said, and the group of boys dispersed. There were four of them, and at first the three others had taken a step forward as if wanting to gang up on you, but your deep, dark tone scared them off.
“What were you doing,” I asked. “Looking to fight a bunch of gangly teenagers?”
“No,” you said. “Looking to teach them how to respect women. Now, my pissy little slut, shall we go have dinner and laugh at snobby Frenchmen?”
I nodded, although I dreaded walking in like this.
“Can you please let me change?” I asked. “It's my birthday, after all.”
“No,” you said. “Not yet. But don't worry. No one will make fun of you for having an accident.”
We arrived at L'esprit around half past six. The maitre d' was a portly man dressed like a butler. He gave me us an odd look.
“I have a reservation for two,” you said.
The maitre d' coughed rhetorically. “I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid I can't let you in.”
“What seems to be the problem?”
“Ahem, concerning the lady's… attire.”
“You won't let us in because my girlfriend had a little accident?”
I blushed like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I looked around frantically for any interdimensional holes into which I could disappear.
“Sir, we expect from our guests a certain… decorum. We have a dress code.”
“Fine. I brought a change. May we use your restroom to change?”
“That would be… acceptable.” Jesus. Is this man incapable of speaking without a… dramatic pause in every sentence?
Once we got around the corner toward the restrooms, I punched you, hard.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“You brought a fucking change and yet you put me through that humiliation anyway? I'm glad you didn't put a ring in my wine.”
“Are you done?”
“Not even remotely.”
“Well, take this and get changed anyway,” you said, shoving something black into my hands.
It was a pair of high-heeled shoes and a dress of some kind. I took some uncertain steps into the ladies', hoping it would be empty. No such luck. The L'esprit is one of those places where they have a bathroom attendant in a nice uniform waiting to hand you a towel, as if you were too posh to get one yourself. “Oh my,” she said when I entered. “Didn't make it?”
“Worst date ever,” I said. Which wasn't true. I was enjoying myself, even now, buried beneath the embarrassment. But it was something to say.
“Don't feel too down about it. Happens to the best of us. You wouldn't believe what torture it is to see everyone go in and relieve themselves and you have to stand here like a statue, handing out towels.”
“Surely not as bad as this,” I said, gesturing towards my lower half.
“Tell that to my underwear,” she said.
“You mean…?” I noticed, then, that her legs were shaking, although she tried hard to hide it.
“Wait a minute,” I said, and entered one of the rooms. They didn't have stalls here, just a room with sinks, leading to other, spacious rooms containing the toilets. I sat on the lid and peeled off my jeans and underwear. After doing my best to dry myself off with towels, I unfurled the dress. It was a satin evening gown, one I'd never seen before. You must have bought it for just this occasion. It made me feel spoiled, but don't tell yourself I told you that.
Once I emerged fully dressed—well, commando underneath—I felt much better. The woman in the mirror looked at home in this place. The little girl who had walked in decidedly did not. I began to understand the maitre d's reluctance.
“Hey,” I said to the attendant, “give me your towels for a moment. I look the part now. I can be your statue while you run in quickly.”
She furrowed her brow. “I can't. I mean.” And then: “Oh, fuck it.” She handed me the towels and ran into the bathroom I had just emerged from. While she was gone, a woman in a shiny green dress walked in. I nodded at her. She came out, and I handed her a towel. She gave me a handsome tip.
Attendant Girl emerged shortly afterward, a smile on her face. “You might have just saved my job, although my panties are a lost cause,” said the girl. “I don't know how to thank you.”
“I won't tip you and we'll call it even,” I said.
“Have a great night!” She said. I turned my head and my eyes snapped for a moment to her crotch. Her pants were too dark to spot anything, if she had leaked through.
Dinner was lovely. The tip almost covered my half. |
A/N: This story is about Ladd and Lua, so general warning for their usual death-related conversations.
Ladd starts his massage on her shoulders, because even if he has a completely different objective, helping Lua relax doesn't have any downsides. And he can tell she's nervous even though she had been very enthusiastic about this idea, and even partially responsible for it coming about, so really, he's sure that she needs to relax a little bit. It's so rare that his angel gets nervous that he wonders if she's having second thoughts.
She's sitting in front of him on the bed, and he rests his hands on her shoulders. "Lua, if you don't want to do this, you know ya don't have to, right?" he asks. He rubs her shoulders with his thumbs, in small circles with only a little bit of pressure, and she sighs, leaning back into him.
"It's not like that," she says, hesitating. "I want to, really...but are you sure you do? Especially with me...on your lap and all."
He actually laughs at that, ceasing his massage to put a reassuring hand around her throat. "Oh, Lua, my little angel, you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to that part in particular. Almost as much as I'm looking forward to...this." He tightens his grip on her throat for emphasis, and this does more to relax her than any massage ever could. If he could, he would bring her right to the break, right now, but she might lose control early if he does, and he can't see her face besides, so he lets up fairly quickly.
"Feel better?" he asks, returning to his massage.
"Yes," she murmurs, leaning into his touch again. After a moment, he begins to kneed her shoulders, and she lets out a long, content sigh.
"Because I know just what you need, dollface, and don't you ever forget it. I know exactly what you need, and that's why I'm the one who's gotta kill you, right?" He leans into her ear and chuckles, nibbling at the lobe. Lua shivers, and he realizes that he's almost forgotten her predicament. He has to admire her control, the way she manages to conceal the fact that her bladder must be swollen beyond belief now.
He begins working his hands down her back and she leans forward, wincing as he's sure she puts unneeded pressure on herself. It's the first sign of desperation she's shown, but he knows how much she's had to drink and he knows it has to be absolutely terrible. Still, she keeps her composure while he rubs her back, until he's got every last bit of tension out, and he pulls her back against him, her head falling back onto his shoulder. Looking down at her, he says, "How are you feeling now, baby?"
"What do you mean?" she asks, a coy smile playing at her lips. But then she winces again, and he isn't sure if it's genuine or if she's just playing it up for his benefit, but either way, it makes his cock twitch.
"It's okay if you don't think you can wait anymore," he says, grinning almost menacingly. "You can tell me, you know? You trust me, right, Lua?"
"With my life, Ladd," she replies, her cheeks flushing in excitement. "And my life is all yours for the taking, you know?"
"Oh, baby, don't tempt me into something like that right now," he says with a shudder of ecstasy. "And don't go changing the subject. You gotta piss or not?"
"Ladd!" She wears a scandalized expression for a moment before giving back into the adorable, tiny smile she always wears for him. "There's no need to be vulgar."
"Well?" he asks, raising a brow. Lua nods, lowering her lashes and blushing. "Alright, then I think it's time, don't you, doll?"
He pulls her back into his arms, scooping her up and turning, scooting to the edge of the bed and letting her sit in his lap. Part of the deal is that she is naked and he is not, and he's wearing his favorite white pants, freshly pressed. This was the part that had her so nervous before, but he really meant it when he said he was excited, and he's sure she can feel just how excited, and how goddamn hard he is, by now. If the way she gasps in delight is any indication, she can feel it just fine, and he rests his head on her shoulder this time, hooking his chin over it. He lays his hand just under her stomach and presses ever so slightly, feeling the swell of her bladder.
"You're a lot worse off than I thought," he observes. "You're so good at hiding this, just like a lady, right? I wouldn't be able to tell if you were bursting, so you know you gotta tell me when it gets this bad. You can always tell me, you know?" He's mostly taunting her, but there's some sincerity to his words, both because he's concerned about her concealing her needs due to shyness and because, yeah, it'll turn him on a lot of she's more open in the future. Lua cringes when he presses her again, squirming.
"You gonna just let it go?" he asks. "You know you can, right?" She doesn't respond, but that's part of it; he has to coax it out of her. He begins gently rubbing her, digging his fingers in ever so slightly, just like he's giving her another sort of massage.
"Cut that out," she says playfully, squirming so much that she grinds into him and makes him moan. "You're gonna make me..."
"Yeah, I'm gonna make you," he replies. "That's what you need, right? You're nervous, of course you are, and you need a little help." Working his fingertips in slow, easy circles, he pushes and pushes, only enough to add a little bit of discomfort. "And of course I can help, you've just got to relax and trust me, angel. I've got you."
"Ladd..." She sounds hesitant, but if she wants out, she still doesn't say so, and as long as she doesn't say so, he's not going to stop. He's got to take care of her, after all.
"Just relax," he repeats. "Just think of it like a trust fall! Only one where I actually catch you!" He's sure she would have laughed at that if she weren't so tense, but he laughs enough for the both of them. Now she's really squirming, and making soft sounds of discomfort, and he feels so bad for her in the best way possible, his cock throbbing beneath her.
He presses just a little bit harder, just enough to cause her to leak, and he feels it, the small burst of liquid soaking into his pants. She squeaks, embarrassed or thrilled or both, and he leans into her ear. "My darling Lua," he says, his voice in a strange place between a coo and a snarl, "my sweet little angel, just give in already. Do it for me, dollface." And she does.
Suddenly, his lap is flooded with the warm liquid as she gives in, and she moans quietly as she lets go, pissing herself and soaking the both of them and the bed and the floor, and he has felt a lot of incredible things in his life and he still doesn't know how to describe how he feels in this moment. There's such an intimacy to this, and he's sure that the warmth of her piss, a very comfortable temperature, has something to do with that, but it's the trust as well. She really had trusted him to catch her so to speak, and of course he did this time, and he would have if she had really fallen, because he is always going to take care of her, for the rest of her life. Her life is his, and he always takes care of his things.
It goes on for a surprising amount of time, and he wonders how someone so fragile, so small, could hold so much and hardly show a sign of desperation. Lua really is something else, and when she's completely empty, he holds her in his lap for a long time, just letting her catch her breath while his damp pants grow colder and colder. She doesn't have much to say even now, and she's probably still feeling a little shy, so he stands up with her so that he can see her face. There's a small smile there, and that faint blush, and she keeps stealing glances at the wet stain she's left on him. She's embarrassed, but she's also proud of herself, and for good reason. He's proud of her as well.
"I can't decide if I want to fuck you right now, or if I want to take a bath with you, baby," he says, shaking his head. "What the hell? Let's do both! And maybe, if you're lucky, I might hold your head under the water for a little bit." Her eyes were already so bright after their little trust exercise, and yet they somehow manage to light up even more. |
Hello all! After an incredibly long time and thanks to a suggestion by Keita123, a new "Times of Desperation Story".
It will be in a few parts, and include poop desperation as well as pee, but no excessive messing.
Here´s the prologue:
Kasheen smiled to herself as she finished spiking the last pitcher of wine and threw away the final via she had brought to this time. After much too long, she´d undertaken another time journey and resolved that this time, i´d be just as good as the last. Looking at the 5 large pitchers, she switched them around a bit, giggling to herself. “I wonder which one i´ll get” she thought as she quickly left before any servants arrived to take them to the dining hall. She had taken 4 vials of a heavy diuretic she had developed that she called “QuickPee”, and also a single one of the “BowDown”, a laxative. She wanted to see both kinds of desperation today, and to make it fair she herself would have wine from one of the pitchers, not knowing which.
She was dressed in plain trousers with a revealing top, the prevailing servant´s clothing at the hall of Sir Walter Burough of Yppswich. Making her way through the corridors, she observed again her chosen location – a newly built, expansive estate in the English countryside, full of art, books, and people. Sir Walter and his wife, the Lady Claire, styled themselves patrons of the Renaissance and promoted every bit of art and new thinking they could find, which was why Kasheen had picked them after long, thorough investigation.
Aside from the allure of the age as such, the reason was simple: It offered just the right combination of backwardness and new thinking. A class society where the edges were starting to fade more and more was still promoting strict discipline when it came to bodily functions. The technology of toilets had – barely – not caught up here yet as the new bathroom and toilet facilities were a few weeks from completion and as of yet, unusable. It had taken her a long time to find out just the right date for this, Kasheen thought, giggling excitedly as she passed a flimsy door. Stopping and pushing it open, she looked at the old-style privy that had been built as a stand in until the people of Yppswich could be served adequately by the new bathrooms. She felt her heartbeat quicken as she thought of what was about to happen. She´d never used it before, since servants went to the woods, but knew she would tonight as there would be a violent thunderstorm just on time.
Continuing onward, she passed one of the other young serving girls, also in the same clothing. That had been another reason…she wanted to experience people needing to poop today, and that was much hotter in pants – or so she thought. She had never actually seen anybody desperate for that other than herself….yet. Soon, soon she thought, smiling and almost skipping as she entered the dining room to help lay out the table for the guests. The table was laid out for 8, and there would be another 4 servants attending beside herself. One of them had earlier told her that usually they could easily snatch enough food and wine when changing cups and plates, so she was sure most of the people would have some of the spiked wine.
She had arrived 3 days earlier, taking the place of another girl that had been hired. She felt a little bad about her – currently locked up in a nearby inn where the owner would make sure she did not escape until tomorrow – but brushed the thoughts away. The girl was fine, ate and slept well and she´d given her money - she was going to be fine.
As she put out plates and cutlery, Kasheen smiled at the other 2 girls helping. They were both around 20, nice girls who had welcomed her. She felt bad for them, too…but she´d known about this when she embarked on the journey. And the drugs had no side-effects – she´d tested them herself often enough to find out the right dosages. She smiled at the memory of the tries, including one time with BowDown that had sent her sprinting to the toilet clutching her rear within moments, and one early try with QuickPee that had seen her pee stream down her legs before she´d finished draining the glass. But now they were perfected and would induce copious desperation without making it impossible to hold – they made you desperate and kept you desperate for a time until you got relief or to a point where the added effect of liquid and food consumed made you unable to cope.
Soon they finished the table and stood aside as Lady Claire came to check everything. She was a nice lady, in contrast to most of her peers, and smiled at the girls before retiring to change into formal clothes. As they left, Kasheen looked at the pitchers again with a smile. There was no way for her to know which contained BowDown, and that added to her excitement.
As they walked by the privy again, she heard Sir Walter urinate heavily. “Not gonna help you much…” she giggled to herself and caught a glimpse of the man´s spurting penis through the wide cracks in the door. “Yes,” she thought, “it was going to be worth it. All the months of preparation, poring over countless historical manuscripts….it was going to be worth it.” |
Next chapter that finds our protagonists queueing for relief;)
„I don´t care, I can´t wait any longer!” Isabel suddenly gasped and took off, hobbling towards the occupied privy. Kasheen and the other servant girls watched as she stopped at the door and crossed her legs hard, bouncing from foot to foot. “Should we join her?” Alice asked, her own squirming becoming more insistent, looking at Cynthia who was looking out uncertainly. But a moment later her stomach gave a fearful growl and she took a sharp breath. “Uh…yeah…I guess it´s alright…” she muttered as she stood.
Quickly glancing towards the dinner table, Kasheen smiled at the sight. Most of the ladies had their legs locked together and were rubbing, bouncing and wriggling, and she could see one with her hands between her legs. “Ah….is there a second toilet?” Lady Diane asked Lady Claire as she got up red-faced, looking at Isabel in front of the door. “I´m sorry, only the one..” Claire responded, clutching her tummy. “Maybe I should check on Walter…” she added and started to get up, but Lady Diane had already taken of and was rushing towards the privy. And before Claire had managed to take two steps the rest of the guests got up and ran, walked and hobbled off, racing the servant girls to get their places in the queue.
Kasheen just stood wide-eyed, staring at the spectacle, unbelievable aroused, yet also desperate to relieve herself. She slowly started walking as well, having to keep her legs together, to get in line and enjoy the show. Speeding up slightly, she managed to beat one of the guests, Lady Megan, into line and stood cross-legged behind Lady Claire, who was still holding her tummy and blushing profusely. “Hold my spot dear” she said to Kasheen and made her way to the front to knock on the door. “Walter….are you quite done? It appears everybody must use the privy…” she said nervously, eyes glued to Isabel who was openly holding herself and almost running on the spot in desperation. “Ahhhh I´m trying, just a bit moooooore” Sir Walter responded, still voiding his bowels forcefully as Lady Claire returned to her spot with a grimace. “I DO hope he´s out of there quickly” Lady Diane sighed, squirming behind Isabel as she tried not to emulate the servant girl as her bladder expanded.
Kasheen fidgeted automatically as she ran her eyes over the line. Her breathing was quick and she could feel her heart pound, and her pussy moisten, as she got more and more turned on by the sight. Her eyes came to rest on Cynthia´s round little buttocks, clenched together as the girl tried to keep control. Listening to the pooping noises must have been hard for her, Kasheen thought. But it was just too hot to see. “Lady Claire, should…should the servants not be made to wait?” Lady Megan asked from the back, her face betraying fear that she might not last long enough to keep her clothing dry as she crossed her legs again and again, unable to keep still. Lady Claire turned and smiled thinly at both the Lady and Kasheen as she stepped stiffly from foot to foot. “My dear Lady Megan, I am sorry for our predicament but…it would be thoroughly unfair to deprive the girls of their much-needed relief.” Kasheen returned the smile as she heard Isabel sigh in relief, only to thrust her hands back into her crotch, turning bright red. “She´s leaked…she won´t be able to go on much longer” Kasheen thought, eyes glued to the girls wiggling butt.
Finally, after another couple of minutes, a very relieved but embarrassed Sir Walter exited the privy and momentarily stopped as he saw the others queued up in front of him. “What…oh dear” he started, then had to step aside quickly to avoid Isabel as the girl hobbled past him, tugging at her tight trousers frantically. She didn´t even bother to lock the door as she turned and sat on the seat, a thick stream of pee already shooting out of her with tremendous force “Oh my goooood” she moaned in relief as Lady Diane forgot all sense of decorum and thrust her hands between her legs, the sound of the girls´ loud piss making her own need almost unbearable. “Ah…do hurry up!” she managed, hunched over and trying to press her legs together as much as possible. Kasheen could not look away, she was transfixed by the epic pee dance. In front of her, Lady Claire was watching too, mouth open, as she watched her guest and friend struggle not to wet herself.
When it was her turn, the Lady quickly hurried into the little privy and locked herself in before gasping aloud as she struggled with her tight clothing. Kasheen could imagine her, leaking badly, soaking her underwear, before she could…She shook her head and found herself breathing hard, one hand between her legs. She blushed and looked ahead, but of course none of the others were paying attention to her and her arousal. Even though, she didn´t want to wet herself, so this must wait a bit longer.
“Would you hurry up I´m bursting!” Sir Marcus´ shout pulled her out of her thoughts and she watched him fidget at the front of the line, one hand gripping himself tightly through his pants. Not a bad sight at all, Kasheen mused, and glanced at the other man in line, Sir Stanley, who was now third and quite openly staring at Alices´ legs and butt as she did a pee dance in front of him. Kasheen smiled as she spotted a big bulge in his trousers. She didn´t blame him – the servant girls´ perfect little behind was swaying tantalizingly as she squirmed around – and she wondered if it was helping him with his own urge to urinate. Something to explore in the future, she thought, as the door opened and a red-faced Lady Diane rushed out and past the waiting line, a dark wet patch clearly visible in her crotch and down one thigh.
“She didn´t make it…” Kasheen heard Lady Claire mumble, but not sounding overly shocked. Was she enjoying this? Kasheen thought with a smile as she crossed her legs tightly, feeling her full bladder and moist privates as her eyes lingered on Lady Claires´ behind. |
Sorry for the long delay, here´s the final part:)
Enjoy!
Kasheen crossed her legs tightly as the sound of Alice´s hissing pee echoed through the hallway. She could feel her bladder full to the brim now and she had to move constantly to help her keep her pants dry, and from the look of things everybody had similar problems. Especially Lady Miriam, second in line now, looked in dire straits as she twisted her legs this way and that, punctuated by brief grabs between her legs accompanied by gasps and groans.
In front of her, Lord Stanley looked desperate as well but Kasheen wondered if he would be able like that, with the bulge in his crotch betraying his arousal. “Do hurry Sir I am in desperate need to relieve myself!” Lady Miriam managed as the door opened and a very relieved Alice exited, leaving the man to shuffle in, undoing his pants on the way.
Running her eyes over the rest of the line, Kasheen noticed a small wet patch on poor Margaret´s rear as she stood wiggling and almost running on the spot. Her dancing was frantic and sexy and Kasheen could barely stop herself from moaning as she watched. Between them, Lady Claire was watching the same as she waited, her bowels rumbling ominously making her flinch. “Are you alright my dear?” she asked the servant girl in a low voice, breathing heavy, as the wet patch grew slightly. “I…..I just need to go soo bad” Margaret replied, blushing furiously as she dug one hand between her legs, fighting for control over her bladder.
“This is silly” Lord Stanley mumbled, still standing in the privy trying to take a desperate pee, waiting for his arousal to subside. Finally, after 2 minutes, as he felt his erection subside, there was a frantic knock “Please Sir I cannot wait much longer…hurry!” Lady Miriam begged, frustrating his efforts. “Oh god” he groaned, the combined pressures of need and arousal almost unbearable. “I HAVE to pee” he muttered and started masturbating furiously, moaning with both pleasure and desperation.
“Why isn´t he peeing” Lady Megan sighed, stood behind Kasheen at the last place in line. She was doing a curious pee dance, first lifting one leg to press it against the other, then dropping it into almost a curtsey with her bum sticking out, then changing legs. As Kasheen watched her, they heard a stifled moan from the privy, followed after a few more moments by a relieved sigh and a loud splatter of pee. Giggling, she turned again, imagining the scene inside the toilet. Maybe desperate guys had something, too, she mused as she gave her crotch a long squeeze, noticing the wet patch on poor Margarets bum grow again at the sound.
After seeming ages, Lord Stanley finally opened the door, red-faced and was almost run over by Lady Miriam as she charged in tugging at her pants. She turned, fumbling with the latches, and those waiting outside could see a dark wet spot blossom on her crotch as she finally managed to tear them down, a fountain of pee erupting from her privates as she sat down and moaned, only realising the open door after several moments of blissful relief. “Hurry ohhh hurry” Cynthia begged as the door closed, her bum cheeks clenched as she fought her bowels, one hand pressed against her rear. Kasheen was mesmerized by her wiggling and the tight bottom and could hardly tear her gaze away.
“Ah I can´t manage this much more” Lady Sandra, second in line now, gasped and started undoing her pants to stop them from pressing on her bladders as much, immediately copied by a grateful Margaret, causing the small girls pants to slip halfway down her bum revealing her quite soaked underwear, eliciting a soft moan from Lady Claire. As Cynthia went into the privy and started to poo, Lady Miriam walked by, her pants wet in her crotch and on her bum. “I didn´t quite make it” she said with a sheepish, relieved smile and girlish giggle as she passed the gaping hostess.
After several minutes of listening to the other servant girl relieve her bowels, punctuated by moans of relief, Kasheen opened her pants as well, sighing as it reduced the pressure on her poor bladder a fraction. She closed her eyes and savoured the feeling briefly, and when she reopened them she found Lady Claire watching her. “Are you still alright my dear?” the older woman asked, her poo dance increasing in rapidity. Despite herself, Kasheen felt herself blush “Only just” she managed with a smile that turned out more like a grimace as she twisted her legs around each other. “How about you my lady?” she added after another big splatter of poo from the privy made the hostess grimace as well. “I….I am quite desperate” she said, her tensed bum wiggling and squirming as a gasp from Margaret made them look to the front.
“Nonono please no” the servant girl sobbed, both hands wedged into her crotch as she hunched over slightly, trying to fight the pee soaking through her pants at an increasing rate. With an almost guttural moan she managed to stop the flow and continued running on the spot, her pants wet almost to her knees. “Lady….could I…go first?” she begged as Cynthia left the privy. Lady Sandra stopped in the door, looking back and opened her mouth as she saw the young girl´s wet pants. For a moment she looked like she was going to step back out, but suddenly she gasped, a hand flying into her crotch as her pants fell to her ankles. “Sorry” she managed before turning and squatting, barely getting her underwear off before a thick stream of pee came hissing out of her pussy with incredible force.
“Noooo” Margaret sobbed again, the sight and sound of the Lady´s pee too much for her to bear. Lady Claire and Kasheen both stared as she hunched over again, liquid running down her legs turning the pants wet and finally, as she gave up with a groan, a stream shooting out straight through her underwear puddling under her. “Oh dear” the hostess sighed, one hand shifting to her crotch from her rear as she watched the servant girl wet herself completely.
For Kasheen, the combined sound of two ladies peeing was almost too much and she had to shove one hand under her pants to press against her pussy as she felt herself leak. “I´ll never be able to wait for another poo” she realized, able to slow but not stop leaks from escaping into her panties. “I wore modern panties!” she suddenly realized as she realized when looking at them turn wet rapidly before giggling despite her desperation. Odd what the mind focused on, she thought, watching Margaret run off leaving a trail of pee. Her eyes came to rest on Lady Claire bum and she moaned involuntarily as she watched it, tense and quivering, and she had to consciously stop herself from rubbing herself, her arousal incredible as she closed her eyes again.
“I´m afraid i´m gonna, ah, be a while” she heard the Lady say, followed by a desperate “but I can´t wait any more” from Lady Megan behind her. “Me neither.” She mumbled, opening he eyes to find Lady Claire staring intently at her crotch, breathing hard. “Why don´t you share the privy with me my dear” she said as Lady Sandra left and pulled her in, leaving Lady Megan dancing and gasping outside. “Get the door!” the lady groaned as she pulled down her clothes, pushing out a wave of soft poo as soon as she hit the seat, legs spread. Kasheen locked the door, her pants falling to the floor as she dribbled more and more, her panties soaked through.
She was about to turn back when she felt the lady pulling her backwards with one hand, the other pulling down her panties in one motion. Unable to last a second longer she gave a low moan as she started peeing forcefully a second before she sat on the Lady´s thighs, leaving against her breasts as she panted in relief. “oh gooood” she moaned, barely noticing he Lady´s trembling hands on her legs. “Thank you my Lady” she gasped as her stream died down, enjoying the blissful relief. “No, thank you my dear” the Lady mumbled into her ear. Kasheen became conscious of the womans hard nipples on her back and smiled hornily to herself. She simply HAD to cum, and she wondered if the woman was the same.
“Please hurry I´m wetting my clothing” came the whimper with some furious knocking, evoking a sharp moan from Lady Claire. “Should we let her in, I´m finished” she said, daring to reach back and touch the inside of the Ladys leg, resulting in another deep breath and a gasp of arousal. “Sorry i´m not quite done” she called and squeezed Kasheen`s legs as if prompting her. Smiling, the girl turned sideways on the woman´s legs and ran her hand up into her crotch, quickly finding her moist pussy. As she touched it and gave it a few slow rubs, Lady Claire gasped and shuddered, grinding her hips almost desperately. Kasheen started rubbing more earnestly and then moaned loudly as the woman found her own aching clit, almost making her cum immediately.
For a long, pleasure filled minute they continued like that, gasping and moaning softly. “Open uuup” Lady Megan screamed suddenly, followed by the sound of pee hitting the floor, followed by a violent shudder from Lady Claire as she orgasmed. “I quite like this time” Kasheen thought before she took a long breath and moaned, an incredible orgasm overcoming her and sending her into bliss. |
I have started a historical omo fic inspired by a suggestion by Ola93 set in ancient Rome.
It will include pee and poop desperation (male and female), wetting but not excessive messing, and finding alternative ways of relief.
There´s also be intrigue and a bit of sexual stuff, including weird fetishes...its Rome, after all;)
The prologue got a little away from me, but here it is, i hope you enjoy!
„Why do I need to pee now….“ Lavinia thought miserably, fighting the urge to cross her legs as she eyed the grim-looking overseer standing behind her holding a short cane that she knew would be brought down on her back or buttocks if she gave in to the impulse.
She sighed and put her gaze back forward to were a small group of wealthy citizens stood by tables bearing fruit, sweetmeats and wine, looking over in her direction from time to time. Forcing a thin smile on her lips, she tried to adjust her stance to both appear energetic as the old woman in the slave quarters had instructed her, and press her tights against one another enough to avoid fidgeting, or, worse, losing control over her filling bladder.
She shuddered inwardly thinking of the consequences that would undoubtedly bring – a savage beating, for starters, followed by a trip back to the slave quarters and then, at night, to the slave auction at the night harbour where the only prospect of employment for girls were a labour chain gang in a field or a cheap brothel. Neither offered anything but pain, exhaustion and a quick death and so Lavinia held her pose, smiled and prayed to the gods to keep her from that fate.
Stood in a row on either side of her were several other girls, most around her own age, dressed in simple but elegant tunics shortened enough to show off their legs. She knew that she wasn´t the youngest, tallest of prettiest of the girls and it made her feel doubtful of her chances. Also, she thought sadly, most wealthy senators preferred exotic household slaves from the far corners of the empire, not simple italic girls like her.
As she stood, willing her bladder to stop filling, she noticed another of the girls subtly slide one leg a little in front of the other and press them together. She even made it look graceful, Lavinia thought, but then with athletic legs like these everything probably looked sexy. She was a bit jealous of the dark-skinned girl but at least she wasn´t the only one that had overestimated her bladder capacity and followed the old woman´s advice to drink plenty of water for the auction to “keep hydrated and appear healthy”. Her own bladder was small and she frequently had to urinate, but she´d never had to hold still for so long while full.
As time passed, the attending patrons looked at them less and less, focusing instead on the food and especially the wine, sparing the girls only occasional glances. Why did they insist on keeping them posing for ages when they probably picked their preference with the first, lust-filled glance, Lavinia thought bitterly. Still, to become the household slave of a wealthy roman senator or merchant was the best fate that any girl born or forced into slavery could wish for. It meant living in either a villa in Rome or on a large estate somewhere in the surrounding countryside, enough food, clean clothes, and easy work – if you didn´t count the diverse and, from rumours in the slave quarters, apparently endlessly diverse and outlandish sexual favours routinely of slave girls from their patrons, either for themselves or given as rewards to friends or followers. Still – it was better than ending in a soldier´s brothel at the fringes of the empire, neglected and used night after night into a early grave.
The thoughts almost brought tears into her eyes again and she blinked, forcing the thoughts from her mind. She was here, now, and she would survive. She could deal with servicing men if asked of her and besides, if the rumours were true, very few of the favours household slave girls performed were traditional sex anyway. They were supposed to be the things that the patrons didn´t want to become known outside their household, private secrets shared with nobody and indulged in with those they owned and controlled. She smiled. If that was the price she would pay it – how bad could it really be? Nothing that a girl wouldn´t endure living in the Suburna, the slums of Rome, even should she manage to remain a free woman or even become a roman citizen.
No, doing things like that for men was just what life was like until – or rather unless – you found a gentle, caring man like her father. But her mother had told her years ago, when she started coursing, that these things would be expected of a girl. She´d also told her that it gave her power. Power over the men that craved those things, and that a girl had to wield that power carefully. And, Lavinia had resolved a month ago when she was made a slave following her parents death at the hands of bandits that burned down their little farm, wield it she would.
Looking at the assembled patrons, she smiled more now, not a smile of joy, but of bitterness and resolve. She would have her revenge. She could not fight, could not use force, so she would use her mind and her body. She knew that a slave girl called upon indulging their master in sexual fantasies meant that she would know a secret few, if any, others would know, giving her incredible power. But it needed to be used carefully. It was too easy to just dispose and replace a slave. No – it was not as simple as doing whatever was asked and then using blackmail. She´d need to be subtle – and devoted. She´d do whatever the secret was so well, so good, that her master would not want to get rid of her when she decided to wield the power. It would take time and resolve – but she had both, for the anger burned deep within her. She only hoped the tools she´d have to use on her road to revenge wasn´t too depraved.
Her thoughts were interrupted by another urgent signal form her bladder protesting at the enforced stillness while full. She flinched slightly and slowly pressed her legs closer together, hoping nobody was looking at her just that moment as she had to take a slight step with her left foot to press it against the other. Ahh – what a slight movement could help with the need to pee! She blushed slightly and smiled, a genuine smile this time, and looked ahead again – and froze.
From the back row, a middle-aged man dressed in a simple white, blue rimmed stola was staring straight at her, smiling. Lavinia felt her cheeks burn more brightly and forced herself not to look back directly at him, knowing that a single comment from any of the patrons could get a girl sent away instantly. Breathing deeply, she risked another glance at the man and found him still looking at her. Something in his expression was strangely calming, she thought. He wasn´t leering like most of the men had been when the girls started to pose, but seemed to be studying her. Emboldened, she dared to flash him a smile.
That had been another piece of advice the old woman had given them. If you see a patron interested in you, do your best to charm him. She´d given other advice, good advice, born of a lifetime as a slave. Few slave women ever reached her age and Lavinia had marvelled at the serenity of the woman, considering what she must have endured. “Life is too precious to waste wanting and longing”, she had said and smiled. “You make your own way any way you can, and find a way to be happy. If you´re happy, it matters little if you´re a slave, and if you´re unhappy, all the money in the world will not help you.” Tall words, but Lavinia thought they made sense – as had all the other advice. Well, almost all, she thought, feeling her bladder protest at the amount of water still flowing through her. THAT advice might be her doom.
“Honoured patrons, I trust that you have had ample time to survey the goods!” The owner of Rome´s most exclusive slave auction house smiled grandly as he entered, gaudily dressed in a multi-coloured stola and tunic. “You will now be able to make any requests you may before we settle the auction.” Lavinia sighed again, hoping the requests wouldn´t prove too much for her poor bladder. The first request was almost a given – that the girls bare their chests to let the patrons ogle their breasts. Lavinia glanced left and right, envious of the much larger breasts all the other girls had, and felt her fortunes sink again. The second request almost made Lavinia giggle, for a overweight senator wanted to look at the girls feet in detail. No harm there – feet were a common enough fetish and something that no girl would mind, she was sure. She hoped she was bought by him, but by the way he stared at the legs of the petite Hispanic girl next to her she thought that was overly optimistic.
The old woman had told the girls that the requests would be tame, as none of the patrons would dare to expose their fetishes to the others, since they were, by default, rivals who would use such information mercilessly. And she proved to be right – again – as they went through a series of easy and only vaguely sexual insinuations – licking honey off a stick was her favourite. Only once did Lavinia hesitate slightly, when they were requested to touch each other´s breasts. As she turned to the Hispanic girl who, even though she was almost a hand shorter than she, had almost double her breast size, she knew she was expected to enjoy it. Taking a breath and returning the other girl´s smile, she slowly cupped one of her breasts and ran her thumb around the big dark nipple, marvelling at her soft touch, then flinching as she felt the girls hand run over her own nipple. She felt a flutter of excitement and thought how strange that was, and then It was over.
She´d almost wished it would be longer, since it had allowed her to cross her legs while turning. Behind the Hispanic girl she could also see the dark-skinned girl with crossed legs as well, her hips moving in obvious desperation. She must have an even smaller bladder than me, Lavinia mused as she turned back into her pose with considerable difficulty.
“Are there any more requests?” The owner asked, still smiling. After a few moments, the patron that had caught Lavinia´s throat cleared his throat. “I would like them to stand with their legs spread for a little while” he said with the same serene smile, eyes on the dark-skinned girl. “Damn”, Lavinia thought, she´d hoped her brief moment of eye contact had won her points, before registering what he´d said. “Oh no…” she thought bleakly as she spread her legs with a sharp intake of breath.
As she held the position, she had to fight with all her strength not to pee right then and there. “Oh gods let it be over soon…” she could hardly believe her misfortune. How on earth was this turning anybody on? She didn´t know and couldn´t think of anything beside her desperate desire to pee. The girls next to her seemed fine, they either had bigger bladders or not drunk as much, but leaning forward ever so slightly Lavinia could just see the dark-skinned girl visibly shake. “She´s not gonna hold it…” she thought and turned her eyes front where everyone was staring at the struggling girl now who gave a silent whimper followed by a long, guttural moan as there was a loud hissing sound followed by her pent-up pee hitting the floor.
“Oh gods this is torture” Lavinia moaned inwardly, listening to the girl sob as she peed down her legs while being forcefully grabbed by the overseer and hauled back off the stage. Lavinia closed her eyes and clenched every muscle she could as she felt a few drops leak out of her pussy. “This is it..its over” she though, ready to give up, when the owner said “Alright we will start the auction now. Please put your bids in the respective bowls by the girls feet.” Lavinia gasped as she quickly closed her legs, first crossing them HARD for a few moments before managing to put them apart with one slightly in front of the other, pressing together. As she opened her eyes again she saw the patron watching her again and she thought she saw him nod at her gently as she struggled to keep control after her ordeal.
Bowls were put at the feet of each girl and the patrons started putting in small chits with numbers scratched on them, indicating their bid. She received only a few chits, including the overweight patron and she hoped that she´d go to that one. But when the other patron came down to place a chit in only her bowl and smiled up at her, she involuntarily smiled back.
The bidding was mercifully short and one by one the owner went through each of the bowls, announcing the winning bidders. Lavinia barely followed this as she was struggling to keep from leaking too badly, unable to keep small leaks from escaping. Thankfully in pressing her legs together she´d trapped on of the inner folds of her tunic between them and it was soaking up the leaks. Finally the owner reached her bowl and went through the pitiful 4 chits, grimacing at the low bids until he looked at the last one. Turning towards the attentive patron, he asked “Are you sure this is no mistake? This price is outrageous even for me exclusive establishment…” At the simple nod and smile from the patron he shrugged and indicated him as the winner.
“Outrageous price?” Lavinia thought. “For me?” She couldn´t fathom what she had done to deserve a high bid, especially not when compared to the other girls. “Come” the patron simply said, indicating for her to follow. Lavinia gladly obeys, glad at being able to move and rub her thighs together. But how was she going to relieve herself? She thought with a sinking feeling as she felt another leak escape her tired bladder. If she didn´t get to a latrine soon she´d embarrass herself and surely upset her new master.
She followed him out of the villa, taking smaller and smaller steps as she struggled to keep up. Her face was red with exertion and she felt increasingly larger leaks as she forced herself to walk behind the man, until finally she was sure she would wet herself, when he suddenly stopped, turned and looked at her for a moment before pointing at a wooden door. “Relieve yourself and you can begin your duties” he said simply.
“Thank…Thank you master” Lavinia managed, hobbling over and opening the door to what turned out to be the slaves latrines. 2 of the seats were occupied, one by a male servant watching her with an amused smile as Lavinia hiked up her tunic and collapsed on the seat next to where the old woman was peeing. “Oh gods” Lavinia gasped and then stifled a moan of pure relief as her pent-up pee shot out of her aching pussy and down the hole under her. She peed quickly, her small bladder soon empty, and remained seated for a moment.
“I bet that felt good” the old woman said, smiling at her. “Remember what I told you, and be happy, child.” Lavinia smiled as she stood up, careful to adjust her tunic so the wet fold was safely hidden from view. At the door, she turned back to the woman “Thank you”. She said and exited to find the man smiling at her. “Fell better?” he asked? And returned her smile, walking out of the building with Lavinia following.
Edited July 11, 2016 by DespMely
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A new chapter - not a lot, but some pee desperation in this one. enjoy!
„You must be the new girl.“ The older woman entering the room said as she stepped in and looked at Lavinia. “I am Helena, the head slave here. Welcome.” She smiled warmly and took a seat across from her as Lavinia looked at her nervously. “Lavinia.” She said in a small voice. The woman had an air of authority on her, and Lavinia knew head slaves sometimes wielded a lot of power over the other slaves – not always benevolently.
“I´m sure that you are nervous and scared, my child, but I can assure you that you do not need to be. This is a safe household, and if you follow the rules, you can be happy here.” She studied Lavinia for a few moments, then smiled again. “First, our master is Gaius Nabronicus. He is a merchant, and a very successful one at that, as you have no doubt noticed. He is also, by far, the most kind and lenient master I have ever known. “
Helena stopped briefly, and cocked her head to a side. “How long have you been a slave?” Lavinia flushed slightly. “Uh…a few months. After my parents death…” She started to explain, but the woman cut her off. “You do not need to tell me. What is important is that you are here, now, and have a chance to make a new life. And a good one, I might add. For somebody so….inexperienced, you are very lucky to have gotten here. But I am sure that the master picked you for other, oh, skills.” She chuckled a bit as she finished the sentence.
“Well, before I show you around and explain your duties, let me tell you some of the rules. Obviously, you are forbidden to leave the house without express permission of the master or in his company. There are no exceptions to this, and if you are found outside for any reason, you will be punished, and sold. You are also not to go upstairs unless as part of your duties or ordered to by the master or myself. Nobody else, understand?” When Lavinia nodded, she smiled and continued. “Other than that, it is very casual. There are currently 13 slaves here, including yourself. Of course, there are many more on the master´s estate outside the city, which you may get to see in time. You are allowed to freely speak and interact with the other slaves as long as it does not interfere with your duties or when the master is entertaining guests.” She paused again for a few moments, then nodded again. “Well, let´s take a quick walk, I can explain the rest on the way. And don´t hesitate to ask me whenever you have questions or problems. We´re all looking out for each other here.”
Lavinia returned the woman´s smile as they got up and made their way out of the common room. “I assume you are curious about your duties?” the woman asked, leading her back towards the kitchens with long strides, leaving Lavinia to catch up to her quickly. “You are here to replace the masters´ roomservant. That means you will clean his room, take his meals upstairs, remove his clothing to be washed, and attend to any of his personal needs. It will mean that you will spend more time upstairs than most of the slaves.” The woman stopped to look at Lavinia sternly. “Do not enter any other rooms than the masters´ room when he is not there unless specifically ordered to.” Lavinia nodded meekly as they started walking again, soon reaching the kitchen.
The same older cook and two girls were still there, preparing the evening meal, as they entered. “This is Lavinia, the new slave”, Helen announced. Lavinia smiled back as the three women acknowledged her warmly. These are Segara, our cook, and Uvaria, her assistant.” She nodded toward the older woman and a redheaded girl with brown skin and Hispanic looks. “And that”, Helen continued, pointing at the final girl, a very young brunette, “is our baby. Aren´t you, Cerabin.” The mentioned girl responded by sticking her tongue out at the head slave, and the other 2 laughed. Lavinia felt herself join in, relieved. This seemed to be a good house, if the slaves were this happy. She would be alright.
As she turned to follow Helen back out, she noticed Uvaria bounce from one leg onto the other as she chopped vegetables. Wondering again, and realizing her own bladder was starting to ache standing still from all the water still left in her from earlier, she quickly caught up to Helen again. For some time, she followed the woman as she opened door after door, explaining their use. Stores, working rooms, servant´s rooms – which she was to share with the other young female slaves – and bath. Entering the last one, she blushed brightly as she watched a young man step into the small pool and crossed her legs at the sound of the water. Helen watched her, amused. “I do hope you´re not minded to be shy, my dear. We are all usually very….open here. Isn´t that right Anthony?” The man nodded and leaned back as Lavinia was introduced to him, but she found it hard to concentrate with her quite urgent need to relieve herself this close to water. She just caught that he was one of the “Inner guards”, slave guards that lived in the house, while other, free hired men, guarded the villa outside.
“Nice to meet you” Lavinia muttered, blushing again at the sight of his fine body as they turned to leave. At the door, Helen turned to look at her. “Whatever you do, do NOT relieve yourself in the water in here…or on the floor.” Lavinia blushed red. “What…I…it´s not THAT bad…” she muttered. “I know, its just a rule. The most important one.” The woman continued, walking again, adding to Lavinias´ relief “I think its time to show you the latrine.”
“I´m sorry, I just drank a lot of water…” she said, relieved, as they returned to the back of the building. Helen chuckled briefly “Never apologize for that my dear. You see, having to relieve yourself is a very good thing in this house…at least when the master is here.” “What?” Lavinia gasped, stopping. Suddenly things made sense. “You mean he….likes seeing us need to use the latrine?” she asked, starting to walk again. “Oh yes” Helena said. “and the more he sees you in urgent need, the better for you. He especially enjoys seeing us wait at the latrine once we cannot continue working.” “I see….” Lavinia said silently, trying to grasp the information. She had never heard of anything like it, but it didn´t seem so bad. She had to pee a lot anyway, and holding it shouldn´t be too bad.
“Is it….tough to do it all the time?” she asked Helen. “Not as such. But there are some rules you have to follow that sometimes make it tough, and they can get you punished or sold quickly if you break them. That´s what happened to the last girl. First, you are not to relieve your bladder or bowels anywhere but the latrine unless given permission by the master. Second, never are you to have an accident anywhere but the latrine square, which is right here.” They had arrived at the square with the small building in the middle again, which Lavinia now realized must be the latrine as Uvaria was just hurrying up to the door, tried to open it, then gasped and crossed her legs instead.
Lavinia stared at her, crossing her own legs, as Helen continued. “Third, there are no privileges in this house when it comes to the latrine. If the master needs to go and there is a line, he waits just like everybody, including guests. Nobody may force anybody out of their place unless given up freely.” Helen turned to look at Lavinia. “Do you understand?” “Yes”, she answered, fidgeting more and more, “ah, what was the last girl sold for?” “She was caught be the master or his guests relieving herself when she did not have real need several times, which got her punished, and finally she had an accident while working. If something happens while you wait for the latrine, you will not be punished, but the master doesn´t like that. He is fair, and if you get on his good side by needing to go a lot he will like you, but follow the rules.” Lavinia nodded and glanced towards Uvaria. “Join her, you look like you´re about to make a puddle” Helen smiled as Lavinia hurried off quickly and stood behind Uvaria.
“Hey” she said, wiggling frantically as she glanced at the other girls crossed legs. “Hey to you too” Uvaria said, blushing “so…did Helen tell you all about our little fetish heaven?” she giggled. “Yeah…I´m still not sure I can believe it” Lavinia admitted as they heard a moan of relief from the lavatory. “I know, at first I wasn´t sure about it…and sometimes he has weird requests, or when he has guests….but trust me, it´s not so bad. Especially considering with some of the other fetishes you hear about….sometimes it´s even fun” the other girl winked, then gasped and knocked on the door. “Carom, open up, I have to GO!” she said in an urgent voice, glancing back towards Lavinia. “Until you´re really full, of course, but you get used to holding it. If you want my advice…practise early and often, and make sure you let the master see you having to go, and especially wait in line. He LOVES that. Oh…thank god.”
Lavinia watched her enter the latrine, replacing another powerful-looking young man who winked at her. “Something I ate” he said, grinning as he walked off, leaving Lavinia to dance outside the door, listening to Uvaria empty her bladder loudly. “ohhh” she gasped, scissoring her legs frantically and wiggled her bum. Thankfully, the other girl was fast and she quickly opened up, letting Lavinia in with a smile. Quickly she hobbled in, hiking up her garments on the way and turned to sit before even closing the door, and for a brief moment she saw the master, standing to a side, smiling.
“This shouldn´t be so bad” she thought as she closed the door and sat down, releasing a heavy stream of pee with a moan of relief. |
Yes...an update!:)
I have decided to continue this story. A short chapter for now, I promise the next one soon.
As always, comments, critizism and suggestions always welcome here or in pm/chat!
(warning: contains very mild poo desp)
“Where am I?” was Lavinias first though as she woke up after her first night in the new house, followed seconds later with “Oh dear I need to pee!”
Quickly crossing one leg over the other, she slowly turned over on her side, glancing at Uvaria sleeping next to her. The girl was still asleep, breathing regularly, and Lavinia found herself blushing as she realized she was staring at her breasts through the thin, almost see-through tunics they wore at night.
Turning back onto her back, she re-crossed her legs and contemplated waking Uvaria so she could get out of bed and down to the latrine when Cerabin, sharing the other bed with Hirene, a young, dark skinned laundress, jerked up. “Uhh…gotta go!” she muttered loudly as she climbed over the other girl and left the room quickly to the giggles of a now-awake Uvaria.
“Every morning…I swear that girl has a bladder the size of a pea!” she grinned before yawning. Lavinia blushed again, slowly sitting up and keeping her legs together tightly, making her own predicament rather obvious.
“Oh…” Uvaria started with a glance at her bare legs “seems we have another baby bladder in the room now, Hirene!” Both girls giggled and Lavinia blushed furiously, trying not to look embarrassed, but Uvaria quickly put a hand on her shoulder. “Just teasing you. You´ll soon discover that all of us get desperate to pee or more often enough…that said, better get down to the latrine. If you wet our bed, I will be majorly pissed off at you!”
Lavinia returned the girls smile and scooted past her out of bed. Considering briefly to change into something slightly less revealing, a sharp pang from her bladder put an end to that thought and sent her out of the room swiftly. In any event, the casual wear for female slave girls in the house that she had gotten last night was only slightly less revealing anyway – a almost shockingly short tunic that just covered her buttocks, and underwear.
Rounding the corner, she braced herself for the inevitable queue and grimaced a bit as she quickly joined behind the 4 people already waiting. In front of the latrine, Helena was bobbing up and down slightly and grinding her legs together while behind her Linucius, the youngest male slave, was almost running on the spot with a red face. A pee-dancing Cerabin and Icena, a gaulish middle-age woman, completed the queue.
“I hope they´re quick” Lavinia muttered as she started squirming. The first two got in quickly and when Linucius raced in, Cerabin grabbed herself and groaned “please hurry i´m going to burst!”, sticking out her petite bum making Lavinia stare.
“I see you´ve come to join our morning ritual” the master suddenly said behind her, breaking her out of her spell and making her blush and squirm. “Uh, yes master” she managed, glancing behind her, eyes going wide as she saw his legs squirm as much as her own, and his hard manhood under the loincloth he wore as his sole garment.
Quickly looking away, she kept dancing around in line, hoping she would not have an accident in front of her new master. “Please hurry up, I´m really desperate” she pleaded with Icena as Cerabin finally unleashed her pee inside the latrine. “I will try” the woman replied with a grimace as she held her stomach.
“Oh no she has to poo…” Lavinia thought and grimaced as well, noticing the master staring at Icenas clenched bum intently.
“Looks like we´ll have to wait a while longer” he said as the Gaul hurried into the latrine and gave a low moan of relief. “You look like you really have to go too!” he added with a smile. Despite his obvious arousal, Lavinia found his smile warm and kind, not the kind of leer most horny men gave you.
“Yes, master. Most mornings I awake with a urgent need to, uh, relieve myself” she said looking at him and scissoring her legs quickly. “I can see that” he said with a laugh, bending over and holding his stiff penis quickly. “I am rather desperate myself this morning. I hope you don´t take too long!” he said as the door opened and Lavinia quickly hurried past the relieved woman.
“I won´t master ahhhhhhhh” she groaned as she sat on the latrine, pee gushing out of her. She couldn´t help moaning in relief and smiled blissfully. As she opened the door a minute later she couldn´t help stare at the master as he hobbled in, holding his erect bit. She stood there for a second, looking after him and thinking he was quite good looking, blushing red and turning around.
“Master you must hurry pleeeeease” Uvaria begged beside her, knocking on the door. Meeting the other girl´s eyes for a bit she gave a wink and mischeavous smile before knocking again, legs twisted as they heard a quiet moan from inside the latrine.
Lavinia turned and left, giggling.
Edited July 7, 2017 by DespMely
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Hello all!
I have decided to make a full-on fiction novel out of this involving several main characters. Most entries will include some form of omo-if not they will be marked.
Today there is a chapter introducing a second protagonist, i hope you enjoy!
Warning contains minor poo desperation.
Criticism comments and suggestions welcome!
(ps bonus points to anyone who can guess why i chose the date:) )
Rome – 74 AD
Claudia Marsiala had a problem. Well, multiple problems in fact.
She ducked around a corner, breathing heavily, and leaned against the rough building. Closing her eyes, she mentally ran through her current problems.
Number 1: the thugs currently following her that would eventually figure out the alleyway she had gone into.
Number 2: the discovery of one of her safehouses. That would create many additional problems in the future, but that could wait.
Number 3: She had to pee. Bad.
Claudia crossed her legs, sighed and risked a glance around the corner, using a passing mule cart as cover. Not seeing any sign of her pursuers – yet – she quickly re-crossed her legs again and updated problem number 3 to 2. She needed to get away from them, to one of her other safe places, and pass by a public latrine on the way.
After another quick glance, she took a deep breath and started moving off in the other direction, blending into the pedestrians as much as possible. There weren´t that many people out in this part of the Subura in the middle of the day though, and she knew that to a trained eye, she would stand out well enough. Stepping around a mound of refuse, she sighed and cursed herself again for letting down her guard enough to get discovered.
The day had started well enough – she´d risen early and met a contact at the market, gotten some good information for her client, and even gotten some dirt on a competitor that she thought she could sell profitably. Shaking her head, she berated herself for her carelessness. She should have known better – of course it had been a plant. Somebody had attached the fake information to the real one to catch anybody that came into its possession. And she´d fallen for it like a naïve little girl – even agreed to a meeting at her safehouse!
Punching her own thigh in frustration, she gasped and stopped for a moment, wincing at her full bladder. Bad idea. Also, not helpful. Looking over her shoulder, she spotted one of the thugs pointing in her direction, and cursed again. She needed a plan, and fast.
Stepping out of the traffic for a moment, she glanced up ahead for options. She was in one of the hill-side residential areas – if the assortment of cheap and shabby tenement blocks could be called residences – with little alleys running off from a main street. Further up ahead, she saw the entrance to the areas market. Making her decision, she started moving again, ducking between the other people on the street quickly, grimacing at the urgent signals from her bladder whenever she had to take a step sideways.
As she reached the market, she glanced at a small, dark alley leading off to the side, and briefly contemplated ducking in. She´d be able to hide, to relieve herself…maybe. Looking at a pair of soldiers from the urban cohorts lounging at the side of the street, she ruefully pressed her legs together and hurried into the market, at once feeling more at ease as the press of people grew. This was her element, something she had grown up in since the earliest days of her childhood when her father´s death in the legions and her mother´s to a sickness had meant she had to steal to survive. She knew how to disappear in a crowd – they would never find her now.
Making her way to a side exit, she stopped briefly as she passed the public latrines, pressing her legs together. She REALLY needed to pee soon, but the queue was horrendous. There were at least 50 people waiting for one of the seats to free up, and she couldn´t afford to stay there for this long – eventually even those lumbering thugs would manage their way through the market. She passed along the row of people waiting to use the latrines, smiling at the sight of crossed legs, fidgeting men and women, and even a young couple in full-on pee dances that somehow made her own need much greater.
As she left the market behind, the crowds thinned out quickly and she was able to move quicker, although it turned into a hobble more and more as her screaming bladder forced her to keep her legs together as much as possible. Stopping for a brief rest, she crossed her legs tight and involuntarily pressed a hand into her crotch, burying the fabric of her tunic between her legs. “oh gods” she gasped heavily, unable to hold still. No question – she needed the nearest public latrines or, failing that, a private spot where she couldn´t be overseen by officials or snitching onlookers.
After a few moments, she started walking again, trying to hurry as much as possible as she made her way through the crowded buildings in the direction of the forum.
Problem 1, solved, number 2 – about to be, she mused as she saw a set of public latrines in the distance.
“Just need to get to number 3…ohhhh !” the muttered, grabbing herself frantically as an older woman bumped into her, thrusting her elbow right on her swollen bladder and making her loose a spurt of urine into her loincloth.
“Excuse me dear but I´m in a hurry” the woman apologized, taking off towards the latrines at a half-run. Claudia stared after her, trying to regain her composure before hobbling off in pursuit of the woman.
“Maybe put problem 2 back on the list” she cursed as she watched her join a line outside the building – thankfully much shorter than the one at the market. Still, she counted 15 people in front of her as she got in line, bouncing and crossing her legs behind the woman who was squirming on the spot frantically.
Briefly Claudia thought about calling her out for jostling her, but she looked really desperate. And not bad to look at, the girl mused as she ground her legs together. “Oh you have to go too dear? I´m sorry, I didn´t know…” the woman said apologetically, looking back at her.
“That´s ok, I know the feeling” Claudia smiled back, regarding her. She was at least 10 years older than her, maybe 30, but that could be deceiving. People spending their whole lives in the Subura always looked older than their years. “I just hope it doesn´t take too long!”
“I know, me too” the woman agreed, shifting her weight and angling her legs together. “There´s been a queue here every day since they started that whole business about no going in the streets…” she blushed as she stopped and glanced forward, taking a few steps as the queue moved.
“Oh really?” Claudia asked, taking a appreciative glance at the woman´s well-formed buttocks through the thin tunic “how many, ah, spots in there?” she added while bending forward, one hand between her legs as she fought off a big urge.
“Just 4!” the woman said, glancing at her holding herself before duplicating her, sighing as she pushed her hand between her legs “Much too few at least…”
Nodding her agreement, the younger girl looked over the remaining people between her and relief. It was the usual combination of slaves, mostly girls, a few workmen and porters and some women. Most seemed fine, but Claudia´s eyes fixed on one girl about her age in a half-length tunic who was holding her stomach with one and bum with the other hand and was hunched over. “oh wow” she mumbled under her breath, blushing slightly as the girl finally got to go into the latrines, letting out a relieved moan seconds later.
“Come on hurry we got go too!” the woman yelled, pee dancing furiously, shaking Claudia out of her momentary bliss as she lost another spurt, grimacing hard as she fought to keep control.
“just a couple more, I can do it!” she mumbled, moving forward again as two men entered and started to pee loudly. “oh nonono” the woman started sobbing, hunching over as she frantically pressed her hands into her crotch, urine soaking through the folds of her long tunic rapidly as she lost control. “Not again…” she cried, giving way with a soft moan and crouching a bit to empty her bladder on the floor. Claudia stared, mouth open, quickly grabbing herself again as the sight and sound made her leak again.
“oh….oh dear” she gasped and moved around the woman to stand in the entrance of the latrine, squirming violently. One seat was still taken by the young girl pooing with a red but relieved face, while 2 others were taken by workmen doing the same. Grimacing again, Claudia turned to the last seat where a slave boy was arching a heavy stream of pee. “ah….could you hurry? I´m uhhh about to lose it here” she managed, small leaks escaping constantly now.
“what? Oh…” the boy said over his shoulder, blushing as he glanced at her holding herself, tunic riding up. “I´m done you can go….” He added, shaking off.
“Thank you!” Claudia gasped and hurried up to him, quickly gathering her tunic to hike it up, pee gushing from her pussy as soon as she squatted down on the seat “oh goooooods” she moaned, grinning happily at the boy who stood staring at her for a moment, his penis growing erect before he hurriedly put on his rags and ran off.
“Well, that’s problem 2 solved.” Claudia said, sighing again as she pissed furiously, emptying her large overtaxed bladder into the sewer, her mind already working on future plans, even as she smiled at the girl sitting next to her emptying her bowels. |
New chapter! includes both pee and poo desp. I hope you enjoy!
Lavinia nervously fidgeted in her chair, rolling her eyes left and right trying to see what had happened to her hair.
“Stop fidgeting!” Helena snapped, taking yet another of the small pots arrayed on the shelf before them. Dipping in a small horsehair brush, she began applying some kind of fine powder to Lavinia´s face as she froze in wonderment.
“There you go, girl. All pretty.” Helena finally said with a smile. “Now go see if they need you in the kitchen before you change into your serving clothes. Off you go.”
Lavinia gave her a smile and quickly left, heading towards the kitchen. On the way, she passed one of the small fountains and stopped for a moment to look at her reflection in the smooth surface, her eyes going wide as she saw herself.
Her hair had been combed out and tightly curled, kept up by several small combs that the older slave had partly hidden behind flowers stuck into her hair. A few strands fell to her shoulders at the sides, but otherwise her neck was bare. It was the first time in her life she had even seen make-up, and she had to fight down the urge to touch and rub her face. Her cheeks were a shade of pink and her eyebrows seemed much fuller. Red lips and dark purple eyelids gave her an exotic look she didn´t know was possible.
“Are you thinking of going for a swim?” Uvaria called to her, passing by with a tray of sweets, making Lavinia blush “No I…I was just looking” she muttered as she broke away and continued on her way. Reaching the kitchen, she could see that Segara had everything well in hand. There were trays of pastries set up and ready, meat roasting on a fire in the back, and loaves of fresh bread arrayed with cheeses and fruit. Clearly this household was accustomed to hosting parties. And why not? She asked herself as she turned back to her room. While she had not yet found out the masters exact status, he was clearly an important figure in roman politics and so must have an extensive network of clients, allies and patrons. And most likely enemies, too, she mused as she reverently took the embroidered tunic of soft, light blue material she´d been given to wear for the evening.
She´d been in the house for a week now, and by now she knew many of the things that were going on. She was getting to know the masters´ routine and tried her best to discharge her duties to him well. They were easy enough, and once again she sent a brief prayer to the gods to have ended up with him. He was always fair, always had a kind word of greeting for her and the other slaves. There was none of the abuse she had seen many times before from other masters. She wanted to do well tonight, so she took care as she dressed.
While preparing her for her duties as a server for the formal dinner the master was hosting, Cylia, the young Persian girl that in addition to her seamstresses´ duties seemed to be a kind of master or etiquette, had tried to tell her everything about how to behave. It seemed so much different than what she had pictured, but she strongly suspected that this was not the norm of the high society. She had never heard any of the other slaves describe it like that – usually they told of strict rules to be kept. Never make eye contact. Never speak unless asked a question, and answer only if permitted by the master. Stay still when not moving in a task. And so on.
Here, it seemed much more liberal – she was free to speak to guests if engaged by them, for example. She briefly dreaded such conversations, having absolutely no reference, but quickly fought down her anxiety. She would do well. She knew her duties – serving the food, refilling the drinks, keep the table clean. With a final smoothing motion over her sides, she left her room to head to the dining room. As she passed the latrine, looking a bit forlorn placed in the middle of the adjacent room, she noticed for the first time that two rather large windows in the wall between the rooms would give any of the diners a rather good view of anybody standing there. Thinking that she would have to try and not get herself too desperate, she smiled to herself. The masters preoccupation with people needing to relieve themselves had become very much clear to her, and she found that it gave her a certain thrill to notice him getting excited by her need. And, she admitted to herself with a slight blush, She was getting to enjoy seeing some of the other slaves in the same predicaments.
Some time later.
Lavinia winced noiselessly as she poured the wine and tried to inch her legs closer together. The sound of it pouring into the goblets was starting to torment her bladder which was rapidly approaching full, and the guests were drinking quite a lot. Which meant more pouring, and more urgency for her. Stepping back from the table, she smiled at the middle-aged man who nodded at her as she returned to her place by the amphora at the wall.
Crossing one leg in front of the other, she watched the men and women at the table converse and laugh. Dinner had been fancy, but apparently nothing special to them. Course after course had been brought out and cleared away again, until all that was left was some bowls with fruits and nuts. And wine. As Lavinia watched one of the women sip from her goblet, she absentmindedly wondered how long it would take her to get off her elaborate clothing if she had to pee. When, not if, she corrected herself with a slight grimace as one of the men hurried out of the room and into the latrine. She knew she´d have to do the same before long. Out of the corner of her eye, Lavinia noticed Cylia look toward the latrine with a longing look. The other slave girl had told her before that the master would expect them to hold it as long as possible, and to be ready for sudden requests from him. So far, there had been none of those, but he and the other men had been to the latrine once already, several twice. None of the three women had gone, yet, but even though they drank with much more moderation, Lavinia was sure their bladders were filling too.
As time passed, Lavinia was unable to keep still and started crossing her legs more often, squeezing her bare legs together. She noticed that several the men kept glancing at her – but that could just be because of the inordinately short tunics she and Cylia wore.
“Oh dear!”
Lavinia turned and saw Cerabin at the latrine, breaking into a pee dance. The guests also looked, several of the men smiling and two of the women blushing brightly. She was quite sure that those two, at least, had their legs squeezed together tightly under the table. Soon they would have to go. And by the looks the master shot their way, and towards the latrine, they would wait a while…”Lavinia!”
She jerked out of her thoughts and hastily stepped towards the master. Uhh, small steps! She thought, cringing at the fullness of her bladder. “Yes, master?” she said quietly, blushing briefly as she saw hem watch her tightly crossed legs intently.
The master looked up at her briefly, then glanced at his guests to make sure they were paying no undue attention to him before speaking quietly. “I need you to do exactly as I say. Go to my rooms and take the small red pot on my desk. There is a powder in it. Mix it in wine and give some first to one of the other slaves, then to one of the guests, in that order. Any but the man with the scarred ear.”
Lavinia glanced over briefly at the man. “After this, you will wait until he goes to wait for the latrine and join the line in front of behind him. He will give you something for me. Make sure you keep it safe and none of the other guests observe you. Go now.”
She felt her heartbeat quicken as the master looked at her again and then switched his attention back to the table. Turning, she quickly left the room and went up the stairs to her masters rooms, easily finding the pot left out on the work table. Well I can guess what this is she thought with a little smile as she poured it into a small cask of wine. It dissolved easily and the dark red of the wine made it impossible to spot. Feeling slightly guilty, she poured some into a cup and left the room, wondering who she would inflict it on when she spotted Cato, the errand boy, leave the kitchen.
“Master said to drink this” she said, blushing, as she offered him the cup. “I´m sorry, I think…” but the boy stopped her. “Don´t worry. It´s not the first time” he winked as he drank off the cup in one go. Lavinia smiled at him nervously before turning to walk back to the dining room, but before she even reached it Cato came rushing past her. “Coming through!” he gasped and hurried into the latrine, holding his stomach. “Oh dear” she muttered, listening to his relieving his bowels as she entered the dining room with her wine. The master glanced up briefly and gave her a small nod as she approached the table. Quickly she saw that one of the male guests´ cups was empty and she quickly moved to refill with a glance over at Cylia who was wiggling cross-legged looking at the occupied latrine. As she returned to the wall, she became aware of her own full bladder, forgotten during the excitement, and she locked her legs together as she watched her victim sip his wine. Next to him, the man she was supposed to go with looked a bit tense and she recalled not having seen him use the latrine yet.
Crossing her legs tightly, she winced at the fullness of her bladder and started to hope that her guest would go soon, when her victim gasped, grabbed his stomach and started to rise with a pained expression on his face. Lavinia saw Cylia stare at him too before turning and hobbling off. Clearly the girl had seen this before. “Excuse me” the man managed before he hurridly followed the slave girl towards the latrine. As they both formed a line, the master rose as well and said “I think I need to go as well” and smiled briefly at Lavinia as he passed her, followed closely by both of the tense ladies, one of which managed to walk fast enough to stand in front of the master in line.
Lavinia groaned inwardly as she looked at the line of 5 people at the latrine. She had to go very badly, and wasn´t sure she would be able to hold it long enough to get through the queue! Finally the guest with the scarred ear got up as well to excuse himself. Quickly, she started walking past him, her legs rubbing together as she hurriedly joined the queue ahead of him, immediately crossing her legs again.
As she inwardly cringed watching Cylia wriggle and writhe in front of the line, she felt a sense of excitement, too. Not only because of her task – which she did not understand at all – but also because, in a weird way, the whole situation, her need to pee, the line, was exciting her. Blushing slightly, she was shook out of her thoughts by a whimper from Cylia. “Please hurry I….I can´t hold on much longer!” she gasped, thrusting a hand into her crotch. “Yes, do hurry” the man behind her agreed, red-faced and slightly bent forward as he held his stomach with clenched buttocks.
Her own bladder was full and painful as she started to squirm, rubbing her thighs against each other. “Hurry up!” she mouthed as she watched Cylia enter the latrine, followed seconds later by a loud hiss and moan of relief.
“Are you going to be alright, dear?”
Lavinia found herself blushing as she turned to the guest in front of her who was watching her pee dance intently. “I….I will be” she managed, smiling bravely. He was constantly stepping from foot to foot, visibly in need of relief himself – although she found herself wondering if it was an act to let him give her whatever the master needed without anybody noticing. Glancing further up to her master, she smiled as she saw him staring intently at the female guest in front of him pee dancing badly, gasping slightly as the poor man ahead took the seat and started voiding his liquid bowels with a groan.
“Sounds like he´ll be a bit” the man said quietly, moving a bit closer to her. Lavinia had to keep herself from stepping away automatically, instead turning so that she slightly bumped into him as she squirmed. “I hope not too long…” she answered, glancing at him again. He was middle-aged, with full hair and a friendly face. Attractive. She blushed again as they touched again, her hip brushing his leg. What was going to happen? Suddenly she wasn´t sure if she was more nervous of peeing herself or messing up her assignment, but a loud groan from the front distracted her.
“Ohhhh please finish, I can´t hold it much longer!” The woman first In line knocked on the door, her other hand darting between her legs. She clearly was about to reach her limit, and doing everything she could to keep her clothing dry and dignity intact. Behind her, Lavinia could see that the master was enjoying the display from the bulge in the front of his toga as he watched attentively. The loud hissing as the woman finally hobbled inside and sat down brought her mind back to her own predicament as her bladder spasmed at the sound and she automatically slid a hand between her legs in desperation. For almost as long as she woman urinated, she stood trembling with her eyes closed, fighting to control the little drops of pee leaking into her clothing. Finally, she was able to stop them and resumed prancing around furiously, opening her eyes to see the man behind her watching her with a smile.
“My dear, it looks like you are in trouble.” He said, casually taking a step closer to her. Lavinia could only nod, shooting a glance to the front where the master was taking over the latrine with a final long look at the cross-legged woman behind him. “Not much longer now…” the man said softly, standing very close to Lavinia, making her brush against him as she wriggled uncontrollably. Glancing at him with a grimace, she held herself again as the woman knocked on the door suddenly, gasping as she hobbled up and down in front of the latrine. The furious knocking was answered by a soft, long moan from the master, who opened the door with a smile and slightly blushed a minute later, allowing the woman to race inside to unleash a powerful stream of pee that made Lavinia leak again instantly.
“Oh hurry hurry hurry” she panted, one hand clasped tightly between her legs. “I can´t hold it…” she muttered after a few moments, feeling herself loose control. Then, suddenly, she felt the mans hand on top of hers, pressing down as he whispered into her ear “Here let me help you….”Lavina gasped, fidgeting, eyes growing wide as she felt the man´s hard penis brush against her bottom. But it was helping, at least a little, to avoid streaming pee down her legs.
“In you go!” he said after another minute as the door opened, and Lavinia could only hobble forward, struggling to lift her short tunic out of the way of the spray of urine shooting out uncontrollably as soon as she sat down. “Oh gooooods” she moaned, relief washing over her, tension pouring out of her with her pee. “That was way too close” she mumbled to herself, feeling her quite wet underwear, then inspected the small scroll the man had thrust into her hands as he had held her. Luckily she hadn´t gotten any pee on it. She was sure that the master would be pleased with her, and so she smiled as she finished her business, and blushed slightly thinking of the thrill she had felt when the man had helped her hold it, obviously aroused. |
Okay, guys, doing it right this time, putting the whole thing in one thread. Sorry for doing it haphazardly in the past.
About: This is another WWE fan fiction story. It is slash, and features watersports on all levels, sex, and some BDSM. Not safe for work. Contains vulgar language and some light drug use. Still ongoing/incomplete.
Summary: Seth Rollins recovers from surgery with the help of his lover, Dean Ambrose. His other former Shield brother, Roman Reigns, also comes to visit. But, Dean and Roman can't stay, the show must go on. While they travel together, Seth is left behind, but the Authority sends their ailing pet a "gift" in the form of a houseboy. Submissive Seth has to learn how to become dominant.
Chapter 1 – Seth's Knee Surgery
Seth awoke for the first time he could remember after the surgery. He had to piss so terribly he thought he was going to wet the bed. It was even worse than the awful pain coming from his repaired right knee. He was also nauseated, yet thirsty, like he had the flu. He honestly felt like he might throw up, and moaned.
“Hey, you're awake!” Dean's voice said, brightly, and he sprang out of a chair Seth hadn't yet noticed. “How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?”
“Trash can, I think I'm going to be sick.”
Dean got the trash can there just as Seth began to retch and dry-heave, but that's all it was. Dean was alarmed. “I'll call a nurse.” He pressed Seth's call button, and did his best to comfort his lover, who felt cool and clammy. He stroked Seth's hair and rubbed the back of his neck.
Very soon a young, sandy-haired male nurse appeared, smiling kindly. “Good afternoon, Mr. Rollins. I'm Matt, your evening nurse. How are you feeling?”
Seth felt so awful he couldn't do anything but shake his head. Dean had to speak for him. “He's really feeling sick to his stomach, and feels cold and clammy. He tried throwing up, but nothing came up, since he hasn't had anything since last night.”
Matt nodded. “Very common way to feel after surgery. A lot of stress on the body, a lot of drugs and anesthesia. I'll get you something for the nausea. Are you having any pain?”
Seth nodded, and cleared his throat. “Yes. It hurts worse now than it did before. I don't think I've ever felt worse overall. On top of what he said, I feel weak, tired, thirsty, and I really need to, um, drain off.”
Matt lifted the blankets near the end of Seth's bed. “I'll take your catheter out and get you a urinal right away.”
“I'll step out for a bit,” Dean said, and squeezed Seth's hand affectionately before leaving.
Matt pulled the curtain around Seth's bed. “I'm not going to lie to you and tell you this won't hurt at all, but it won't hurt nearly as much as you think. Just try to relax, and take deep breaths.”
Seth tried to follow the nurse's advice, but it still burned when Matt pulled the plumbing from his cock, and helpless tears sprang to his eyes.
“It's okay, it's out now. I'll go and get your meds and and some water so you can have some privacy.” Matt positioned a urinal for Seth, who exploded before his nurse could even turn away. As soon as that discomfort was taken care of, the pain in his knee grew exponentially, and he began to cry like he was six years old again.
Matt reappeared, took the urinal away, and handed Seth a box of Kleenex. “Is it the pain?”
Seth nodded and wiped his eyes.
“As soon as I get your vitals, I'll give you something for the pain,” Matt assured him.
Seth continued to sniffle while Matt took his temperature, blood pressure, and looked at the monitor and IV lines. Then, he cleaned off a port in the IV line with an alcohol swab, and gave him two injections through it. “You should be feeling a lot better in a few minutes, Mr. Rollins.”
Seth wiped away the last of his tears, and blew his nose. “Thank you. And, call me Seth.”
“Okay, Seth. Did you want a wet cloth for your face?”
“Yes...That would feel nice.” He took a sip of the water Matt had brought, and it didn't unsettle his stomach. His parched mouth chanted relief.
Matt brought him a cool, wet, washcloth from the private bathroom, then busied himself in a computer, putting notes in Seth's chart. Seth washed his face, then folded the cloth over his eyes. He looked horrible when he cried, and he didn't want Dean to know. He wondered how long Dean had been here; Seth had made it known to his friends and coworkers that he didn't want any visitors, so he hadn't expected to find his lover beside him. But, Seth was really happy he did.
When the nurse was satisfied Seth was feeling somewhat better, he left, and Dean reappeared, pushing a cart laden with flowers, balloons, and gifts. “Lots of well-wishers, Seth. I already weeded out the fan stuff and had it sent on to the children's hospital.”
“Thank you.” Seth smiled, feeling fuzzy from the drugs, and Dean.
Dean gave him a hug. When he pulled away, Seth thought he saw tears in his lover's eyes, happy tears. He turned his attention back to Seth's get well gifts. “Just look at all this stuff! I don't know where to start.”
“The flowers,” Seth suggested. “Because nothing says 'get well soon' like a dead flower.”
“Oh, babe, have a heart!” Dean chided playfully. He picked up an arrangement and read the card. “This is from Mark Henry.”
Before Seth could reply, there was a knock on his door, and Dr. Shu, his surgeon, came in. Dean excused himself again. Seth hoped he wouldn't come back with yet another cart full of gifts. Dr. Shu told Seth his surgery had gone very well, and he would be using crutches first thing tomorrow, and that he would have been using them tonight if he hadn't had a shot of morphine. Right then, walking on crutches didn't even seem like a remote possibility to Seth.
After Dr. Shu left, Matt came in with an in-room dining menu. “You can order your dinner from here by calling the number on the front, or your friend can bring you whatever you'd like from the outside.”
Seth thanked him, and Dean came back as Seth was looking at the menu. He knew he should eat, he hadn't since dinner last night, but he wasn't hungry.
“Did you want me to get you some takeout?” Dean asked, and sat down in the chair beside Seth's bed.
“I'm not hungry.” Seth set the menu on his table.
“You need to eat something, though. Dude wouldn't have brought that to you if they didn't want you to eat something.”
“True,” Seth sighed. He tried picking the menu back up, but drugged, he could not.
Dean picked it up instead. “Wow, they've got practically everything!” What are you in the mood for? If it's not on here, I'll go get it.”
“No, honey, you don't have to do that. I just want something small.”
“Soup and a sandwich?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, that sounds good. Tomato and grilled cheese.”
Dean searched the menu. “They've got it!” He exclaimed triumphantly. “Comfort food. I'll get the same.”
“Will you call the number on the front?” Seth asked. “My brain isn't...”
“I've got it handled.” Dean picked up the room phone. He ordered their trays, adding milk, coffee, and chocolate cake to the agreed upon tomato soup and grilled cheese, but Seth didn't object, it sounded good.
“They should be up in forty-five minutes or less,” Dean told him, after hanging up the phone.
“I hope it's less,” Seth said. “I wasn't hungry before, but now I'm so hungry I feel sick all over again.”
Dean jumped up and went to the cart of gifts. “There's food in here. Lots of candy, a tin of giant cashews from...Neville...Team Bella sent you four gourmet cupcakes...And Roman sent you this ridiculous chicken-shaped mug, and good old Mrs. Grass.”
Seth giggled at the ugly mug. “Let's try the cashews.”
Dean opened the decorative tin, and plastic bag within, and extended the tin to Seth while munching one. “These are awesome!”
Doped-up Seth nearly upset the tin, so Dean fed him one. As Dean had said, it was awesome. Dean continued to feed him, and Seth started to feel better than he had all day. He caught Dean's hand and kissed the salt and oil from his fingers. “Thank you, honey. I know I said I didn't want anyone here, but I'm really, really happy you're here. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here.”
Dean snugged and kissed him. “I'll always be here for you. Do you want some more water?”
Seth nodded, and Dean handed him the styrofoam cup. “Thank you.”
“Want to look at more gifts?”
“No, actually.”
“How about a social media update? I did call the boss, let him know your surgery went well, so I'm sure WWE will issue a statement, but you should really do a tweet or something.”
“Yeah, I guess I kind of have to. Can you help me?”
“Of course.”
Just as Dean finished posting updates as Seth, there was a knock at the door, and Matt came in with a young, plump, redheaded nurse's aide. Both of them were carrying dinner trays. “Soup's on, guys,” Matt said, and put Seth's tray on his bed table. “This is Rochelle, one of our certified nursing assistants.”
Rochelle handed Dean his tray, and turned her attention to the patient. “Hi, Seth, I'll be your CNA until eleven tonight. Is there anything I can get for you right now?”
“More water, please.” He also wanted to piss before dinner, but didn't want to tell her, or any other female for that matter.
“Okay, I'll be right back,” Rochelle replied, and left.
Matt began pulling the bed table across Seth's lap. “Wait.” Seth blushed. “I want to piss, I mean pee, first.”
“I'll get your urinal.”
“I'll be right back,” Dean said, and stepped out. Matt drew the curtain around Seth's bed again and handed Seth the necessary. Embarrassed, Seth slipped it under the covers.
He found he couldn't piss, despite all of his efforts, his body just seemed to have forgotten how. “I can't go,” he admitted to Matt.
“That happens sometimes with pain medication, especially morphine,” Matt explained. “Do you really need to go bad?”
“Well, no, I'm just a little uncomfortable, nothing major.”
“Okay. Why don't you have dinner, and some water, and I'll come check on you in an hour. Of course, if you need me before then, you can call me. Sound good?”
“Yeah, that's cool. Um...what if I still can't go?”
“Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to, once the morphine wears off. We'll give you a different pain medication next time.”
“How long before it wears off?”
“Hours yet, but with a full bladder you should be able to go before then,” Matt assured him as he pulled the bed table across Seth's legs. Rochelle reappeared with water and left with Matt.
Dean came back in. “You okay?”
“I couldn't piss.” Seth drank some water. “The nurse said it was because of the morphine, so they're going to change my pain meds, but I might not be able to piss until it wears off unless-”
“Eat, sweetness,” Dean gently interrupted. “Oddly enough, this is really good! Hospital food has gotten a lot better since I was fifteen. That's the last time I was in a hospital.”
Seth began to eat. “What for?”
“BMX stunt gone wrong. I landed on my face, and my friend was filming it, so the whole thing was caught on tape. We tried to send it in to AFV, but they rejected it on the grounds that it was too gory. I won't go into detail, but I looked like I'd been hit by a bus.”
“Damn,” Seth mused. He glanced at his IV drip of saline. It was dripping slowly. He sighed.
Dean put down his sandwich and took Seth's hands instead. “What's wrong babe? Can I get you anything?”
Seth shook his head. He felt so helpless, and hated himself for it. He wanted to cry again, and hated himself for that, too. Dean sensed his distress, and hugged him tight. Seth winced.
“Oops, sorry. Forgot you needed to pee.” Dean loosened his hold.
“No, I don't. I just want to, but I can't. I'm so...uncomfortable.”
“Do you want me to get your nurse?”
“No, honey, he said he'd come check on me in an hour. And, I probably won't even be able to piss then... Fuck, I hate this!”
Dean rubbed his shoulders. “Shhh, sweetness. Just relax; stressing out will only slow your recovery.”
“I feel like...like I've... Oh, I don't know... I was on top of the world. And I know I've only been here for a day, and I wrecked my knee only a few days a go, but it feels like forever... And the belt, the glory, the glamour, the acme all seems like it happened decades ago.” Seth had never felt more depressed. He slumped in bed. “And, a year's recovery! That may as well be forever!”
“It's not a year, it's nine months, babe, tops. And, knowing you, you'll be back in the ring before then.”
“Forever,” Seth repeated. “I can't believe this happened to me.”
All Dean could do was hug and pat him. Roman, with his recent injury, surgery, and recovery would know best what to say, and Dean made a mental note to text him the next time he stepped out. “Let's focus on right now,” Dean tried, and handed Seth the box of Kleenex.
Seth hadn't realized he was crying again until then.
“Come on, lunch is getting cold,” Dean coaxed, and Seth resumed eating, feeling detached from himself, Dean his only port in the storm of negative emotions, a save haven, and Seth was so grateful Dean was at his side. That was love.
When Matt came back, Seth was more than ready to piss. Dean excused himself again, already busy in his phone texting Roman for help. Despite having to piss so badly he was in pain, Seth was unable to, once again. Matt tried to help him by running water, putting his hands in warm water, and even pressing on his visibly bulging bladder, like his owners sometimes did, but nothing worked, and Seth was a mess of frustrated tears and angry curse words.
Matt suggested a break, and there was a knock on the door. Matt went to answer it. “Do you want your friend to come in? He seems pretty concerned. And, he's brought coffee.”
Seth nodded, and Matt waved Dean inside. Dean was carrying a drink tray with three large coffees in it. He handed one to Matt, put one on Seth's bed table, and kept the last for himself. “You should drink your coffee,” Dean told Seth. “It's the worst thing for your bladder; at least that's what I heard.”
“You heard right,” Matt said. “Drink up, Seth.”
Seth refused. “Hell no. I'm not putting any more piss in my bladder...Grrrr...I want the piss out NOW!”
“Maybe another position might help. Let's get you sitting up, on the edge of the bed.” Matt suggested.
Automatically, Dean set down his coffee and came to help. Seth was crying again. He wondered if he had the courage to just ask for the catheter. Seth was a perched cripple; Dean holding him around the waist from behind, nurse supporting him in front. He was humiliated, and cursed again.
“Shhh...” Dean whispered in his ear. “I'm here for you, my love. Everything's going to be okay. Now just relax... Oh my gosh, Seth, I can actually feel your bladder.”
“So can I,” Seth sobbed. He heard Matt tell Dean to do something, and suddenly, Dean squeezed Seth tight, pressing his laced-together hands into Seth's bladder. The discomfort was too much to bear, and his body finally gave in. Piss splashed noisily into the bedpan the nurse held.
“That's it, Seth, just keep peeing. Dean, you can stop pressing on him, but hold on to him.”
Seth was finally pissing on his own. It had never felt better to do so. He was growing shaky, and tired from the relief. He sniffled. Dean snugged him. “Everything is fine, sweetness, don't cry,” he whispered. But, Seth couldn't help it. He was exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally, which was weighing harder on him. He just wanted to go to sleep and wake up a week ago.
When Seth finally finished pissing, Matt and Dean settled him back into bed. Matt took his vitals, Dean coaxed him into having some coffee. Matt brought him another cold cloth for his face and asked him if he needed anything else. Seth shook his head, and Matt left, promising to check up on him in a couple hours.
Dean giggled. “I'll bet you feel better after that. Matt said that was three times as much as the average guy could hold.”
Seth nodded. “Yeah, that was a lot of piss. I still ache from it. Thank you for helping me get it out.”
Dean smiled, and they shared a kiss. “I couldn't bear to see you in pain.”
“Come here.” Seth patted the bed, and Dean climbed in beside him. They held each other, Seth affectionately stroked Dean's hair, and Dean sighed happily. “You have no idea how worried I was when you were under the knife,” he confessed.
“You have no idea how happy I am that you disobeyed my no visitors rule,” Seth responded. “I'm so happy you're here with me, helping me out.”
“I want to help you once you're back home, too. With cooking, and laundry, driving, you know, stuff like that,” Dean said, nervously, and Seth was surprised, and pleased, to see him blushing. “I mean, I won't be able to be there when I'm working, but I want to be there for you as much as I can.”
“Yes,” Seth said, happily. “I'd love that.” |
Chapter 2 – The Long Drive Home
Seth was discharged Friday morning, on schedule. He had proven to his care team that he was capable of using crutches (although he hated them), and had made his physical therapy appointments. Dean was there to drive him home. He'd put a ton of pillows and blankets in the back seat so Seth could ride with his leg comfortably elevated.
“It's a four-hour drive home,” Dean said, as he helped Seth get settled in. He was blushing at his somewhat Freudian slip, referring to Seth's condo as home, instead of saying your place. “I brought a cooler with some food and water and junk in case you don't feel up to stopping for lunch. I'm going to have to stop to pee at some point, maybe twice since I've had so much coffee, but I'm not a chick, or Jey; I can just pull over and pee by the car.”
“Jey can't piss on the side of the road?” Seth asked, amused.
“Oh, tarnation! Me and my big mouth... Don't tell anyone, but no, he can't. Pee shy.”
“I won't tell anyone. And, I like to stop a couple of times on long drives, or at least I did before I blew my knee out. I don't know how much of a pain in the ass it'll be to get in and out of the car.”
“It's not a pain in the ass,” Dean objected, as he handed Seth his sunglasses, a bottle of water, a lighter, and his traveling bong, already packed with the finest weed- straight from the Emerald Triangle. “If you want to stop every hour, we will. Ready?”
“Mhmm.” Seth took a hit from the bong, and cracked his window after Dean began to drive to blow it out. “I won't want to stop every hour, maybe just once to eat what you brought along for lunch. A little cold to picnic, so we'll just eat in the car. If we combine that with a gas stop, we'll have a bathroom, too. I can get out and stretch my legs... Is that a pun?”
Dean laughed. “In your situation, yes. Otherwise, just a worn out cliché.”
“You want to hit the bong?” Seth asked.
“Nah, I've still got coffee. Besides, it's pretty cumbersome to hit a bong while driving.”
“True. I can't wait to get home and take a hot shower, or sponge bath, whatever.” Seth took another rip.
“I'll wash your hair,” Dean volunteered. “I'll even touch up your highlight-”
“Touch up? But it's natural,” Seth declared, dramatically.
“And why am I called the lunatic fringe?” Dean teased. “Want some music?”
“Well...no.” Seth blushed. “I'd just like to...talk.”
“Okay,” Dean said, and the smile was in his voice. “That's something we've definitely got in common; we both love to talk.”
Seth was never happier. “What's for dinner tonight?”
“Tacos! Since we'll be on the road all day, I wanted to keep it simple. I'll make salmon tomorrow night, and I'll make white chili, chicken pot pies, and casseroles you can freeze and warm up in the oven or microwave when I'm gone.”
“When are you leaving?”
“Sunday morning. I'm sorry it's so soon, I wish I could just take off-”
“I know how it is, honey. This is the only way to take off.” Seth pointed at his knee.
Dean chuckled. “Oh, it's not the only way. You could get sick, too, like Ryback's staph infection.”
“Which was likely caused by Rusev's bare feet,” Seth revealed. As property of the Authority, he'd learned that.
“Oh gross, really?”
“Yeah. Why do you think he wears boots now? He was ordered to, for everyone's safety.”
Dean shuddered. “That's nasty.”
“Actually, a lot of people carry around staph bacteria. They swabbed my nostrils for it when I went in for the surgery.”
“Subject change!” Dean declared. “Now, I got the guest room downstairs all ready for you so you don't have to go up and down. I made the whole downstairs crutch-friendly, wide paths, no throw rugs, the works.”
“Thank you.” It dawned on Seth that with all Dean had done after leaving his side yesterday after dinner, he'd probably not had time to sleep. “You must have been up all night.”
“Uh-huh. That's why I've had so much coffee. But, it was worth it. Less obstacles to a faster recovery.”
“With your help, I'll be back in the ring in no time.” Seth leaned forward to caress the back of Dean's neck and tousle his hair, the only two things he could reach comfortably. He wanted to tell Dean to pull over, just for a cuddle break. But, that was unfair to ask. Dean had been up all night, and probably just wanted to get the drive over and power nap for a few hours. “I owe you so much.”
“Nah,” Dean shook his head, then wiggled.
“Time for a break?” Seth asked.
“Nah, I can wait.”
“Sure about that?”
“No,” Dean admitted, and rocked back and forth. “Coffee makes me pee. I almost didn't make it to the hospital dry when I came to pick you up. Well, my undies did get a little wet... Did I tell you I got some new briefs?”
“No!” Seth thought of Dean in his briefs, and instantly got hard.
“I bought some colored briefs. The ones I'm wearing are teal, with white contrast trim; boyish and fun.”
“And wet,” Seth teased.
“Seth!” Dean squirmed. “Mmmpf! It's like you want me to pee in my new briefs.”
“Maybe I do,” Seth replied, sassily.
“If I don't find some place to stop soon, you might get your wish.” Dean loosened his belt and undid his jeans. He whimpered.
“Just pull over, babe.”
Dean did. “I'll be right back.” He slammed the door. Seth looked around for him, but couldn't see him. He squeezed himself through his baggy sweats, and hideously tight boxer briefs. He was so horny for Dean, they hadn't played together since before they'd left for Europe.
Dean came back. “All better. Do you need to go, too?”
“No, but... I have another...problem.” Seth blushed.
Dean became alarmed, of course, and moved the rear view mirror to look at Seth. “What's wrong? Are you in pain?”
“Not from the surgery. It's...” Seth wanted to be coy, but he was cum-dumb. “I've got yearnings, honey.”
“Me, too,” Dean admitted. “I haven't cum since before your injury.”
“Same here.” Seth thought of the last time he'd cum. Not by Dean, but by Mistress, and even Master had played a part. He'd laid down under Seth, and jerked him a little while Mistress mounted him with the vibrating strap on. He'd spurted all over Master's belly and chest, and Master surprised him by being pleased. Good boy, he'd praised.
Seth tried to adjust the way he lay in his drawers, but they were tight, and sticky with pre. His poor cock was aching. He pawed and squeezed it through his sweats, and the too-small, too-fucking-tight boxer briefs that had no fly. He tried to bring some level of relief to that awful pressure, and he knew Dean was watching him via the mirror.
“I'm so horny for you it hurts,” Seth complained.
“I haven't even tried putting myself back in my pants,” Dean admitted. “Wouldn't work.”
“Hey, no fair! I can't see!”
“Hold on.” Dean took a pic of his crotch with his phone, and sent it to Seth.
Excited, Seth grabbed his phone. Dean's pic made him moan. His jeans were still undone, and the purple plum-head was poking like a periscope above the pure white waistband of those tropical ocean-blue boyish briefs. Dean's tummy was shiny with pre; Seth longed to lick it off, and his briefs were spotted dark with it.
“Fuck, Dean, you're so hot. I want those briefs!”
“How does the song go? Baby, you can have whatever you like...”
“I want you.” Seth reached down inside his sweats and pulled the boxer briefs down as far as they would go inside his pants, freeing his erection. It made a big tent in his sweats, and he caressed the bulge and sighed.
“Tease.” Dean blew him a raspberry, and seconds later, Seth's phone buzzed. Dean's sexy cock, freed.
“I'm a tease?” Seth asked. “I hate to play my privileges as a patient, but I demand you stop this car at first opportunity and play with me, Dean.”
“Of course I will. Are you sure you're up to it?”
Seth pulled down the front of his sweats. “What do you think?”
“Oh, Seth...I think I want you. Right now.” Dean guided Seth's car on to the off-ramp.
“Where are we going?” Seth wanted to know.
“A motel that popped up on my GPS. I saw a few signs for it, too. The Starlight Motel. I have a feeling it's not going to be a Holiday Inn Express, but hopefully it's not too seedy.”
“Could be exciting. I've never gone slumming.”
“Honey, this definitely ain't the slums. This is the sticks.”
Seth leaned forward to caress Dean's neck again. “I don't care where we go as long as we're together.”
Dean caught sight of an unfinished subdivision. “In that case, let's skip the motel.” He turned in.
“Oh, Dean... You're a bad, bad, boy.”
“I know.” Dean pulled to a stop in front of a vacant lot for sale, hung his sunglasses over the visor, and smiled back at Seth. “Now... How are we going to do this?”
Under Seth's direction, Dean moved the front seats forward as far as they would go, folded them up, and soon he was in the back with Seth, jeans and shoes off.
“Thank goodness I got my windows tinted,” Seth commented, just before Dean's lips locked down on his. He was in the arms of the man he loved, and nothing else mattered. Dean was pawing him through his sweats, so Seth slipped himself out. Dean, who was sweating, and breathing very fast, took it into his hand immediately.
Seth was moaning with pleasure; he would not be able to hold out long. He stroked Dean through his boyish briefs. Dean mmmm'd with delight, and suddenly cried out: “Stop! Oh, fuck, never mind...” and Seth felt Dean fill the front of his briefs with hot cum. It soaked through, and wet Seth's hand. “I'm sorry,” Dean panted. “Just couldn't...hold out...”
“Now I really want those briefs.” Seth rubbed Dean's cum on his own cock like lube.
Dean giggled. “I'm dripping everywhere.”
Seth hugged him tight. “It's okay, love.”
Dean clung to Seth just as tightly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I had hoped to last longer, but it's been a long time, and I get so aroused by you. When you touched me, I couldn't help it.”
“Want to help me?” Seth asked coyly, as he casually stroked himself.
Dean grinned. “You know I do.”
“It won't take much,” Seth warned, and Dean began sucking him off. Immediately, Seth wanted to explode. “Oh, Dean...” His hands found Dean's hair, and he played with it frantically, trying to distract himself to prolong the pleasure. But, the delicious sensations were just too great to resist. He was going to explode like a firecracker.
“Mmmm...I'm going to cum!” Seth cried, just before it happened. Dean kept his mouth locked on, swallowing what felt like half a cup of cum to Seth. And, even after Seth was drained, Dean kept at it, until the pleasure was too much to bear and Seth's muscles were twitching. He thought he would pass out, and finally Dean stopped.
“Good boy,” he told Seth, and smiled.
Again, they cuddled until Seth, as usual, began to fidget.
“Gotta pee?”
“Uh-huh.” Seth squirmed.
“Want me to find you a bathroom? Or is here okay?”
“Right here. I need to piss now.”
“Okay, let me just get these undies off and my pants back on and I'll open the doors so-”
“I can't wait that long,” Seth claimed. He could wait, but felt like playing up the situation. “Just open the door and I'll piss from the car.”
“But, Seth, some is sure to get on the floor and...” Dean trailed off, then broke into a grin. He opened the door and positioned himself to protect the car's interior. “Just in case you miss,” he said, playfully.
Seth smiled sassily. “I won't miss.” He began pissing, directly on Dean's cummy undies.
“Oh, Seth, you dirty boy... The floor... Fuck, that's so hot, though.”
Mindful of his car's interior, Seth aimed out the door, but finished on Dean, who was rubbing himself through the cute, dirty briefs.
“Damn you, Seth! Now I've got a hard on again, thanks a lot.”
“You're welcome. Now give me those.” Seth gestured at the briefs.
Dean took them off and handed them over. He wiped his hands with paper towel. “We should find a gas station or a McDonald's or something. I need coffee. I'm kind of tired,” he admitted, and stifled a yawn.
Seth felt guilty for making Dean stop. “Are you sure you don't want to stop at that motel you were talking about for a catnap? We don't have to get home right away.”
Dean pulled his jeans back on. “Nah, babe, I'll be okay with another coffee.”
“That stuff's going to melt holes in your belly, love.”
“Nonsense, I put half and half in it, protects my tummy. Wish it would protect my poor bladder, too.” Dean replied, as he put the car back in order.
Seth took another hit from his travel bong. “You just drink way too much of it. You're like the poster boy for coffee. Bet you don't even use k-cups.”
“Guilty.” Dean chuckled, as he guided them back on the road. “I do have a Keurig, it was a gift, but I don't use it because it doesn't brew enough at a time. My trusty old Mr. Coffee can make twelve cups.”
“And I'll bet that if I stopped by your house, any time of day or night, you'd have a pot on,” Seth teased.
“Well, except for at night. But, I have it ready to go, so all I have to do in the morning, or if you stopped by after bedtime, is flip the switch. I usually don't drink it after seven or eight at night-”
“Yes you do.”
“Okay, I do, but not when I'm at home.”
“Afraid you'll wet the bed?” Seth teased.
Dean giggled. “Maybe. Ever wet yours?”
Seth blushed. “Yeah, quite a few times. But not while sleeping, not since I was a kid, anyway.”
“Explain?” Dean asked, curiously.
“My Wall Street guy controlled my restroom privileges. At night I was often in bondage, and sometimes I would wake up just bursting to piss, and if I couldn't wake him, well, I can only handle so much.” Seth hated to be dishonest to Dean about who his Wall Street guy really was, or were, if you would, but he felt he had no other choice.
“That sounds hot,” Dean commented.
“That one time he wouldn't let me piss before he fucked me, I went all over the bed during, and afterwards, when I still needed to go, he ordered me to finish on myself, in my bed. I drank some.” Seth smiled sassily for Dean who was again watching him in the mirror.
“Dirty boy,” Dean scolded, playfully, then squirmed.
“Uh-oh,” Seth giggled.
“I'll just go when I get that coffee.”
“Sure you can wait that long?”
“Yep. GPS says we're two-point-six miles away from McDonald's.”
“You could always just go in your pants,” Seth suggested.
“But the seat will get soaked.”
“That's okay.”
“Seth, you're a dirty little fucker,” Dean said, with great affection.
“I'm your dirty little fucker.”
“Mhmm, all mine. And I'm your...um...” With his mind on his cramping bladder, Dean couldn't think of a cute pet name for himself.
“You're my bad boy,” Seth supplied, cutely.
“Perfect,” Dean sighed, contentedly as he pulled into the McDonald's parking lot. “Do you want anything, love?” He asked Seth.
“Well, I guess I shouldn't let you drink alone. I'll get a coffee, too.”
“Did you want to come inside with me?”
Seth shook his head. “Nah, it's too much of a hassle.”
“No it isn't,” Dean insisted. “I'm going to run in and pee real quick and come back to help you out.” Dean left the car and hurried into the restaurant.
He was back out to the car in a moment.
“That was fast,” Seth quipped.
“Bathroom's busy.” Dean pee-danced as he helped Seth from the car.
Seth used his crutches to make an ungraceful entrance, following Dean. He sat down at a table while Dean tried the men's room again.
Again, he returned unrelieved. “I'm going to get our coffees. Hopefully, I'll finally be able to pee when I come back.”
When Dean was gone, the men's room became available, and just when he was on his way back, it became occupied again, and Dean saw. “Fucking bastard,” he mumbled. He sat down across from Seth and wiggled. “Hurry the fuck up in there...” Dean snapped under his breath and fidgeted madly.
“Honey, just relax,” Seth whispered, looking around at the other patrons staring at them. None of them were under the age of seventy, so he felt pretty good no one would recognize them.
“If I relax, I'll pee myself,” Dean whispered back, tightly.
“Please just...calm down, love. People are starting to stare.”
“Then they're really going to stare at the puddle under my chair.”
“Dean, you're not going to piss yourself. The restroom's going to be free real soon. Now just calm down, please honey, people are staring.”
“They could be staring at your crutches,” Dean snapped nastily.
That stung, and Seth looked away.
Dean wasn't too oblivious to notice he'd hurt his lover's feelings. “Oh, fuck, I'm sorry, Seth. Having to pee so bad makes me...bitchy.”
“It's okay, honey. I think I just heard the toilet flush.”
Dean got up and began pacing back and forth in front of the men's room. Seth saw that yes, some of the older people were looking at Dean and laughing at him; not at the cripple and his crutches. Finally, the man who'd kept Dean waiting left the men's room, and Dean scrambled in. The man who'd left the bathroom stopped by Seth. He was forty-something, fat, and wearing a hideous oatmeal-colored sweater.
“Hey, you're Seth Rollins! Sorry about your knee, hope you get better fast!” The big guy said. He smelled like sweat, cum, and onions.
Seth wanted to vomit. “Thank you,” he managed to say, and sipped his coffee.
“Mind if I take a pic?”
“Actually, I would appreciate it if you didn't, big guy. I'm just getting out of the hospital and don't feel up to any photo ops. I'll sign an autograph for you, if you want,” Seth compromised.
“I do respect that, man,” stinky man said. He pulled a business card from his wallet and a pen from his pocket. “Can you make it out to Ben and Emma? Those are my kids.”
“Of course,” Seth replied, and signed the back of the card, wondering who had laid down with stinky man.
“Thank you.” Stinky man stuck out his hand and even though Seth really didn't want to, he shook it. “Get well soon.”
“Thanks,” Seth replied, glad it was over. He felt like taking a shower.
Dean came back. “Come on, let's go,” he whispered quickly.
“I want to wash my hands,” Seth said.
“You've got hand sanitizer in your car. Come on, let's go,” Dean repeated.
Seth clumsily got on his crutches and followed Dean out to the car. “What's wrong?” He asked, as Dean helped him get settled.
“Your number one fan there made me pee my pants.”
Seth saw he'd tied his hoodie around his waist to try to hide it. And, he was blushing. “Let me see the 'damage'.”
Blushing cutely, Dean lifted the hoodie to show Seth the wet stain that had spread on the crotch of his tight jeans.
“Poor thing, you must have been totally bursting.” Seth touched the wet places.
Dean nodded. “Uh-huh. I almost made it, too.” He gave Seth a kiss, and closed the back door. He got in the driver's seat and took a big swallow of coffee.
“Take it easy, honey, unless you want to get your pants even wetter.”
“Maybe I do, just for you, but I'd like to do it when we get home, not in the car. This is just like that trip to Arlington, only worse because I don't have any extra clothes with me. This is my last clean pair of pants, too. At least I have clean undies at the condo.”
“Yes, just look at what you did to these.” Seth held up Dean's filthy teal briefs.
“Hey, that's not fair. You made me do it. And, you peed on them.”
“You liked it, bad boy.”
“Hell yeah, I did, you dirty little fucker. I loved it, it was hot as hell. When you need to go again, let me know.”
“Don't worry, I will. And, don't be afraid to tell me: 'No, Seth, you need to hold it'. I like being denied, and pushed to the point of begging and still being told no. I want you to make me piss myself.”
“Mmmm, I like that idea, making you piss yourself like the dirty little fucker you are,” Dean decided.
“Let me wear a pair of your cute new briefs, then spank me for pissing in them,” Seth suggested.
“Tie me to the bed when I've really gotta pee, then spank me for wetting in it,” Dean propositioned, brightly.
“Ever done that? Wet the bed? You asked me earlier, so it's only right you share, too.”
“You got a good point. Yes, I have, but I wasn't spanked for it.”
“As an adult?”
“Three times, all while passed out drunk. One of those times, the second time, I was sharing a bed with someone else. Not for play, just for sleep. None of it got on him, but he told freaking everyone he could.”
“What a dick,” Seth commented.
“Yeah, he's probably still a dick. But, the other two times I was alone in bed, though the last time I wasn't alone in the room.” Dean giggled a little.
“And when did this happen?”
“The night before we flew to Europe. Partied at the hotel with Roman, Jimmy, and Jey. Jey's a terrible influence on me! Anyway, I only had this much-” Dean pinched his thumb and forefinger together. “Every five minutes. I bunked with Jey, as usual, and passed out. When I woke up, I was soaked, and the whole room smelled like pee. Jey was already up, too, so I couldn't deny it. He didn't make a big deal out of it, though.”
“And, he didn't tell everyone.”
“Jey wouldn't. He's good like that.”
Seth wanted to tell Dean about the Authority, but he knew Dean would probably accidentally blab about it someday, the same way he'd blabbed about Jey to Seth. Not like Seth would tell anyone about Jey's pissing problems, but not everyone had Seth's discretion. Besides, his injury had essentially made him a free man. But, if he wanted that title again, he might very well find himself back in servitude to Master and Mistress. He'd have to leave Dean. Did the Authority know about him and Dean? They had to have known Dean was at the hospital, as he'd called them after the surgery. When Dean had put in for his leave days, had he said he'd be caring for Seth?
“You okay, babe?” Dean asked, when Seth didn't say anything.
“Mhmm,” Seth replied, since he couldn't discuss any of his current thoughts with Dean, he made something up. “Just thinking about how nice it'll feel to be home.” |
Chapter Three: Seth's Homecoming
Two hours later, Dean pulled into Seth's two and a half car attached garage. He threw it in park, turned it off, and leaned forward, head down on the steering wheel. He held himself and whimpered. “I'm not going to make it to the bathroom.”
“Yes you are,” Seth encouraged, even though he agreed that Dean probably wouldn't make it to the bathroom; he'd been wiggling in the driver's seat since before they'd left the freeway. Seth used his crutches to hobble out and open Dean's door. “Come on, I'll help you.”
Dean shook his head. “No, I can't. If I even move my little toe, I'm going to pee. I don't want to pee in your car, Seth!”
Seth stroked his lover's hair. “I won't get upset if you have an accident in my car.”
“I know... I just don't want to do it!”
“You're going to if you don't get up,” Seth pointed out.
“True,” Dean agreed. “Here goes...” Carefully, he got out of the car. “Oh, fuck...” Dean managed to shuffle two steps towards the door. “Not again!” He cried in dismay, and squatted down as his poor bladder exploded.
Seth watched the piss make Dean's already damp-stained jeans shiny and wet. It dripped off his shapely ass into a quickly-spreading puddle on the garage floor. Seth was so turned on he forgot to breathe, but Dean, who'd been awake for nearly two days, buried his face in his hands, as if he were ashamed, and that brought Seth back to reality.
“I'm so sorry, Seth,” Dean said, his voice weary.
Seth snugged him as best he could without losing his balance. “Don't worry about it, my love.”
Dean slowly stood. He untied his hoodie from his waist and let it drop into the puddle he'd made on Seth's nice clean garage floor. He sniffled. He was exhausted, and now he had a mess to clean up. Hot tears stung his eyes, and he swallowed hard.
Seth let his crutches drop and hugged Dean tight. “Hey, it's okay. Let's go inside. We can deal with that later.”
Dean nodded, picked up Seth's crutches. He helped his boyfriend negotiate the step up in to the house, and made sure he was settled comfortably in the living room, with refreshments, remote controls, and his PS4 and XBox360 controllers.
“Dean?”
“Yes, love?”
“This is probably the wrong thing to say right now, but I have to say it...You look damn sexy in your pissed pants.” Seth blushed, and couldn't help but smile.
Dean blushed, too, and struck a pose in the mirror that covered one wall of Seth's living room. “You're right,” he agreed, then yawned. “I'm going to crash for a few hours before dinner. Call me if you need anything. Love you.”
“Love you, too.” They shared a hug and a kiss.
Seth fell asleep, too, in his favorite recliner, and it was sunset when he awoke to the delicious aroma of tacos. He grabbed his crutches and headed for the kitchen. Dean, wearing only briefs and a WWE t-shirt, was at the stove. Seth sat down at the counter, where all the fixings had been laid out.
“A feast!” Seth declared.
Dean nodded. “Mhmm. Wasn't sure what you liked on your tacos, so I got everything.”
“You're the sweetest thing ever. Did you sleep well?”
“Uh-huh, I feel pretty chipper now. How about you?”
“Knee hurts some,” Seth admitted. It actually hurt pretty bad, but he was trying not to focus in it.
“Did you want a pain pill?” Dean asked.
Seth shook his head. “I don't like the way they make me feel. Maybe some Tylenol? Otherwise, I'm feeling great, happy to be home with my guy.”
Dean smiled and snugged him. “Everything's done. What would you like to drink?”
“Water,” Seth replied, thinking of later. “Cute undies.”
Dean giggled, and looked down at them. They were another one of his new pairs; grayish-violet with white trim. “Not exactly my dinner tux, but all my pants are in the wash, literally.”
“That's okay. You don't need them,” Seth replied, sensually.
“Seth!” Dean chastised, playfully. “It's dinner time. And, you have to eat dinner to have energy for...dessert.” He pressed his quickly-stiffening semi against Seth's hip, and they both watched precum wet-spot Dean's new briefs.
They began kissing, and petting, but Dean pulled away. “Later, sweetness,” he told Seth, and himself. “Food first. Dig in, I'll get your water and the Tylenol.”
“Lots of it, please.” Seth winked.
“Water, or Tylenol?”
“Water, of course.”
Dean's tacos were delicious. Afterwards, Seth helped out by putting lids on the remaining containers of toppings while Dean hurried through the rest of the post-dinner chores, looking awkward, but still unbearably sexy with “another god-awful hard on”, as he'd called it.
Seth, who was also hard, and who'd had nearly four bottles of water with his four tacos, really needed to piss, but wanted to wait for Dean, of course. He idly stroked himself. The pain in his knee had lessened some, to the point he could mostly ignore it. He wanted Dean to fuck him like Mistress had, only without the dildo, he wanted the real thing. He watched Dean build them a nest on the kitchen floor, with layers of quilts and blankets.
“Is there any bedding left on the beds?” Seth asked, playfully.
Dean stripped off his shirt and smiled. “Of course, my love.” He sauntered over to Seth and helped him off with his clothes. Seth shivered.
“Oops, sorry, I should turn up the heat a little. Did you need anything?”
“Just you,” Seth replied.
Dean embraced him for a moment and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. “I'll be right back.” He dashed away.
Seth heard the furnace kick on, and Dean came back with another pair of colored briefs, yellow with white trim. “I brought you these. Now don't go peeing in them,” Dean teased, as he helped Seth pull them on.
“And what if I do?” Seth asked.
“Hmmm... What did you say earlier? That you wanted to be spanked?”
“Mhmm, something like that,” Seth agreed, as Dean helped him get settled in the nest. “I also believe that you said you wanted to make me piss myself like the dirty boy I am.”
Dean kissed him. “Yup.”
“Well, in that case...” Seth guided Dean's hand down to his bulging bladder. “I need a piss break.”
“Oh, I don't think so, Seth.”
“But I had three and a half bottles of water with dinner!”
“Yeah, but you can hold it,” Dean told him. He groped Seth's hard-on through the cute yellow undies.
Seth mmm'd with pleasure. Dean slipped him out and began to jack him off and the pleasure grew and grew. Soon, Seth felt that now-familiar, intense will I cum or will I piss sensation he enjoyed greatly. To prolong it, he fought doing either by pulling away from Dean and holding his cock tightly. It felt hopeless, he was going to lose it, he was beyond the edge. But, what spurted from his cock in clenched fist was only piss. So, he struggled against that, jacking himself, but the piss kept leaking out in drips, trickling down his fist, shaft, and balls. The new undies were getting wet, too.
“I seem to have sprung a leak,” Seth said, breathlessly.
“Oh, Seth, that's so hot.”
“Oh, fuck, I think I'm going to cum!” Seth cried. He was over the edge for sure this time; everything was tingling, and his heart was racing. He was spurting piss again, it was splashing down on his groin and tummy, and then an explosion of cum and euphoria. He laid back in Dean's arms, panting, dazed, and splashed with his own cum.
Dean snugged and kissed him. “Intense?”
Seth managed to nod. It wasn't as intense as it had been from the inside, but it was still an amazing experience.
“So that's what it's like to do both at once,” Dean mused.
“Mhmm. Pissgasm.”
“Looked fun, may have to try that sometime... And, you've still got to pee.” Dean rubbed Seth's still-swollen belly.
Seth smiled sassily, tucked himself back into the new undies he'd already wet like he wasn't supposed to, and went with the cramp that resulted from Dean pressing on his bladder. Hot piss poured into the yellow undies, soaked into the bedding, and pooled under his ass.
“Seth! You dirty boy, you're not supposed to wet your undies...or my undies, I should say,” Dean scolded playfully.
Seth freed his pissing cock and aimed it at Dean and himself, washing his cum away. Dean began rubbing their wet, slick bodies as if he were hypnotized, and his eyes had that shadowy, hazy look they got whenever he was especially horny. When Seth finished, he kissed Dean from his lips downwards; tasting his own piss on his lover's skin was very erotic.
Dean stopped him short of sin by simply pulling away and standing up. “Not so fast there, love. I owe you a spanking.”
Seth made his puppydog eyes at Dean.
“Now don't try looking all innocent; you did that on purpose. You knew you were supposed to keep my briefs dry. Now you know you must be punished.”
Seth nodded. “I've been a dirty boy.” He looked down at the wet undies.
“I have no idea how we can do this without potentially hurting your knee...” Dean mused. “Hmmm... Maybe bend over the counter, and support your weight on your good leg.” He helped Seth up and into position. “Now, I'm not going to spank you hard, but they won't be love taps, either. I won't spank you any harder than I like being spanked... Undies on or off?”
“I think-”
“I wasn't asking you, dirty boy. I think I'll spank you with the undies on, since they're wet because of you. Fuck, Seth, there's not a dry spot left!” Dean exclaimed, as he felt them.
Seth automatically apologized. “I'm sorry, Sir.”
Dean laughed. “Sir? Oh, I'll give you Sir!”
Whack! Dean's first spanking caught Seth off-guard; it was pretty sharp, and stung.
“You're a dirty boy, Seth, a bad boy,” Dean playfully scolded, and caressed Seth's wet ass. “And, this is what bad boys get!” Whack!
Seth was definitely getting turned on again; he'd known he would. He still wanted Dean inside him. Dean pulled the wet briefs down around Seth's thighs and administered one final smack. “I think three's enough, since you just had surgery,” Dean said brightly. He stroked Seth's naked, now-red ass. “Perfect,” he declared.
“It's yours.” Seth blushed, and stammered. “I...I want you to fuck me.”
Dean hugged him tight, and planted a kiss on the back of his neck. “Let me get the lube. I put it right by the heat vent so it would be nice and warm.”
Seth was nervous. Dean was bigger than the Seth-sized dildo had been. Would it hurt? Dean dripped the warm lube into Seth's cute crack and gently stroked him between. When he fingered Seth, it felt good, unlike when Master had done it while prepping him for Mistress. Still, Seth was so nervous he trembled, and caring lover that he was, Dean noticed.
“You're shaking! Are you okay?” Are you sure you're up to this?” Dean stopped everything he was doing and held Seth close.
“Yes and yes,” Seth replied. “I'm a little...scared. You're a lot bigger than my Wall Street guy. I'm not sure if I'll be able handle so much.”
Dean kissed his earlobe. “I'm very gentle. I won't put him in all the way. And, if anything I'm doing hurts, tell me right away, don't try to man up.”
Seth knew Dean wouldn't hurt him; Dean loved him. “I know you'll feel good. Now do me.”
Dean kissed him on the neck one last time and stood up. He coated his hard-on with the lube and gently grabbed Seth by the hips. Softly, he poked and prodded Seth the same way he had with his fingers until he gained entrance. “Oh, sweetness, you're so tight!” Dean gasped.
Even though Dean had only penetrated him a little, Seth could feel the difference from the dildo. It didn't hurt, though, it felt good, different without the vibrations, but somehow better. Maybe it was the warmth, the closeness, the mere fact it was Dean. “You feel so good,” Seth told him. “You can go in more.”
Dean was now the one trembling, struggling not to cum in Seth's tight ass. Why did Seth turn him on so much that he had to cum like it was his first time every time? Sometimes all Seth had to do was casually grope him, and Dean would shoot his load like a fifteen year old. “Oh, god damn it! I'm gonna cum!”
Dean pulled out, and Seth felt hot, gooey jiz hit his ass and trickle down his crack. Dean clung to him, sweaty and breathing hard. After he'd recovered a bit, he helped Seth back down to a dry spot on the nest of blankets and quilts, and again held him close. “Are you okay, my love?” He asked, and stroked Seth's blonde highlight.
“Quite.” Seth snuggled up closer, and kissed Dean's chest before laying his head down. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. This much!” Dean declared, and held his arms open as far apart as they'd go. “You make me so happy, Seth.” He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and squeezed him tight.
“I feel so good whenever I'm with you. I don't even feel like I've just had major knee surgery.”
“But you have. We probably shouldn't have played so rough...” Dean realized. “I'm sorry.”
“No, I loved it. I needed it. And, I'm not hurting anywhere.”
Dean smiled, and pulled a dry blanket over them.
Later that night, Seth and Dean lay in the guest bedroom downstairs, feeding each other rainbow sherbet.
“My love, I have to tell you something. Roman's coming to visit tomorrow. He'll be here in the afternoon, and he'll leave with me for RAW on Sunday. I figured he could stay upstairs in your room, or on the couch, but if you're not okay with that, I'll tell him he has to get a hotel room,” Dean blurted, nervous Seth would be upset he'd made plans without checking first.
“Don't be an ass, of course he can stay here! It'll be a Shield reunion!” Seth was laughing, but he remembered Dean crushing on Roman recently and wondered if any of those feelings remained. He did understand, Roman was very handsome, and Seth would admit that he, too, had fantasized about Roman, and even stolen peeks of him in the locker room. He wondered if Roman had done the same or felt the same.
“Whew! Thank goodness you're okay with it. I knew I was taking a risk, but he really wanted to come see you.”
“That's sweet of him.”
Dean nodded. “He knows what you're going through. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I didn't feel right not checking with you.”
“Do I still have to act surprised?”
“Or I can tell Roman I told you. He probably knows I would, anyway, me and my big mouth.”
Seth giggled, and fed Dean another spoonful of sherbet. |
Chapter Four: The Shield Reunites
When Seth awoke the next morning, Dean wasn't beside him in bed, but the condo smelled of cooking aromas, and he quickly appeared with a tray.
“Breakfast in bed?” Seth was delighted. “Oh, Dean, you're too sweet.”
Dean started to set it down, then stood back up with it. “Do you have to pee first?”
Seth tested his bladder. “I can hold it for this.” He patted his lap and Dean set the tray across his legs. A cheese omelet, orange juice, bacon, toast, and coffee. He probably should piss before he drank the coffee, but he could handle everything else.
“It's not much, but it's better than Lucky Charms,” Dean said.
“Thank you.”
Dean gave him a quick kiss. “Back to the kitchen.”
He spent most of the morning in the kitchen, making the dishes he'd promised would sustain Seth while he was away. Seth worked out (except his right leg), played more games, and posted a social media update all from the comfort of his den. Dean popped in from time to time with updates from Roman, who arrived just after one.
He brought the cold in with him, it clung to his heavy leather coat, but his hug to Seth was still somehow warm. “What a nice place!” He complimented Seth. “Where's-”
“Here I am, bro!” Dean seized him from behind in a big hug.
Roman winced, and shifted his weight from foot to foot as Dean gushed on about the lunch that was waiting, oblivious to Roman's body language that was screaming for relief. He managed to free himself. “Restroom?” He asked, urgently.
“Through the kitchen and to the right,” Seth said.
“Oh, sorry, I should have known you'd need to pee! Let me show you,” Dean said.
Dean led Roman away, and Seth made his way into the kitchen. Dean had made a huge crock pot of chicken tortilla soup, using many of the leftover taco toppings, for lunch. It smelled awesome, but Seth didn't trust himself to serve up any while using his crutches. He did manage to produce the chopped cilantro, sour cream, and shredded cheese.
Dean and Roman came into the kitchen, laughing. Roman sat down beside Seth and patted his back. “It's so good to see you getting around.”
Seth smiled and rolled his eyes. “So to speak.”
“Stop, man. You look great, wouldn't be able to guess you'd just had surgery. Mr. Drama here had me thinking you had one foot in the grave.”
“Hey, I resent your characterization-” Dean began as he began dishing up the soup.
“I did have some really low points,” Seth admitted.
Roman squeezed his leg. “We'll talk after lunch.”
Lunch was a slow meal; soup, conversation, reverie, and lots of laughs. Afterwards, Dean gave Roman the grand tour of Seth's condo before excusing himself back to the kitchen. Roman parked himself on the couch in the den, beside Seth's recliner, and put one paw on Seth's arm, tenderly.
“Listen, Seth. When I hurt my shoulder, I thought that life as I knew it was over. For a little while, I guess it was. Now don't get upset, but I have to ask: Have you been keeping current with the storylines?”
“No...I just don't think I can bear to. Everything going on without me.” Seth felt the depression tugging at him, like the undertow at a beach.
“Neither could I,” Roman admitted. “I tried once, the first night I was home from the hospital, and found I was just...gone. It felt terrible.”
Seth nodded, and some of the sadness and self-pity ebbed away. Roman understood where he was right now. “Did you ever think your career might be over?”
“Yeah. And even later on, when I was almost back to normal, and my return was being written, I'd have nightmares about it. I wouldn't remember them, but I'd wake up with my pillowcase wet with tears.” Roman had never told that to anyone, not even family. “I dreaded not getting medically cleared, but I did. I came back, and was given a huge push. You'll get the same, if not better, believe that.”
Seth laughed. “Uh-oh, break out the Shield gear.”
Roman laughed, too. “They never let me take mine off. They'll probably just give you the belt, since you're the golden boy and all.”
“If only you knew.” It was out before Seth could stop himself. Dean's blabbermouth had apparently run off on him. Open mouth, insert foot.
“Knew what?” Roman asked, with great interest.
Seth blushed and lost composure. His natural submissive tendencies to seek Roman's approval were coming in strong. “I'm...I'm definitely a 'golden boy',” he said, finally, keeping his eyes down. He wondered if Roman would get the innuendo.
He did, mostly. “An age player into watersports,” he mused.
“Almost,” Seth corrected. “A sub into watersports. I've never done age play before, but I've done puppy play.”
“Tell me about that.”
“I was treated like a dog. Talked to like a dog; fed like a dog from dishes with my name on them set on the floor; collared, harnessed, leashed, muzzled, and penned.”
Roman let out a relieved chuckle. “For a minute, I thought you were going to say something else, son.”
“Sufferin' succotash, I'm not that freaky,” Seth teased.
“Then what's your interest in watersports, if you're not that freaky?”
“Seems to tie in with my naughty, submissive, nature.”
“I meant, what do you enjoy about piss play? It's a multi-faceted fetish.”
Seth realized it was a fetish that Roman must have as well. Already, his mind was teeming with dirty thoughts. “I've only recently begun to explore it in the past few months. But, I love being denied the right to piss and being forced to hold it; pissing on people; getting pissed on by people; wet briefs... Hell, everything I've done so far I've really enjoyed.”
“Same here,” Roman replied. “I only started exploring a few months ago, too. A partner turned me on. He's a sub, too, and very into age play.”
Roman had never told Seth he played with guys before. Unlike some people in the locker room, Roman was tight-lipped when it came to his conquests.
“I'm a Dom by nature,” Roman continued. “And he sensed that right away, and put me in the role of his big brother.”
Seth smiled, thinking of Roman role playing someone's (Seth assumed it was someone from work) big brother.
“Anyway, he was also into piss play, and diapers, and I got pulled in. I guess my start was when we'd go out drinking. He always broke the seal, so I started making him hold it the first time he needed to go, to at least delay the frequent restroom breaks. A couple of times I pushed him a little too far, and my poor sub got a little wet. I kind of wanted to know how he felt, so I started limiting myself, too. Found out I have a pretty strong bladder.”
“Me too,” Seth smiled. “As a sub, I've been forced beyond my limits. I even found myself struggling not to piss my pants on RAW. Worst promo I ever did; the whole Authority reamed me a new asshole for that one while my bladder was still aching from what I'd been forced to put it through. Dean said he would've just pissed his pants and hoped no one noticed.”
Roman laughed. “He would, too, he's crazy.”
“I've never pissed myself on accident,” Seth said, proudly.
“Me neither, but I've done it on purpose.” Roman grinned. “Dean's had me close to an accident a couple times with the way he sneaks up from behind and does that bear hug thing, today was the second time he caught me on the way to the restroom. Maybe the next time he does it, I won't be able to handle the added pressure. Wonder what he'd think of that.”
“I could tell you.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, really. He'd love it. So would I.”
“Quite bold for a sub, aren't you?” Roman gave him a half-reproachful look.
Seth lowered his gaze. “Maybe a little. I have been spanked and otherwise punished an awful lot. I guess I'm a bad boy.”
“You guess you're a bad boy?”
“I used to be a good boy, but Dean's a bad influence,” Seth replied, cutely.
“I'll bet.” Roman considered the situation. “And you want a Shield threesome.”
“Oh, yes, Sir! Please, Sir, I'll be a good boy, I promise!” Seth begged.
“How does the other bad boy feel about these plans?”
“I want it to be a surprise,” Seth gushed with excitement. “He's always wanted to play with you, he thinks you're hot as fuck. So do I.”
Roman smiled. “Alright, bad boy. This is probably already understood, but I'm going to run the show.”
“Of course, Sir! Thank you, Sir!”
After dinner, Seth whispered to Dean that he again had yearnings, and once Roman excused himself to take a shower in the master bath upstairs, the couple hurried into the guest room. In a flash, Dean was bound to the bed, fully clothed, oops. Laughing, Seth started undoing the straps to fix the problem, but didn't get past the first one.
“What are you dirty boys doing?” Roman was suddenly there.
“Fuck!” Dean gasped, in shock and wonderment. But Seth just replied in his most innocent voice: “Playing.”
“Redo that strap now, boy,” Roman ordered. “What kind of game is this?”
Seth redid the strap around his boyfriend's wrist. “I'm going to make Dean piss the bed, Sir.”
Dean had recovered and realized he wasn't dreaming. He smiled at Roman. “It won't take long; I already need to go.”
“You will keep that bed, and yourself, dry,” Roman told him.
“But-” Dean protested.
“You can go when I say you can. Until then, wait.”
Seth suddenly remembered his own full bladder. Anticipating the threesome, he'd been pounding water ever since Roman had agreed. “May I be excused, Sir?”
“Come here.”
Seth slid to the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of gray boxer briefs. Before he knew it, Roman had him tied to a chair, his right leg left loose, and elevated on the bed.
“No, you have to wait, too,” Roman told him, as he admired his handiwork.
“But-” Seth began.
“I hate that word. If either of you talks back to me again, I'll make you both wait even longer,” Roman warned. “Now be good boys while I go do some adult stuff.” He stepped out, leaving the bound lovers on their own.
“Fuck, this is fucking hot!” Dean declared. “I can't believe you did this, you're the best!”
“I only got Roman to agree to a threesome, and knew he was going to come in. He said he'd run the show, and he's definitely doing that.” Seth squirmed in the chair. “Fuck, I really gotta piss.”
“Me, too,” Dean said, and wiggled on the bed. “Have you noticed you have a harder time not pissing yourself since you've started playing with it? I sure have.”
Seth nodded. “And when I get horny, my bladder starts cramping.”
“Oh, fuck! I just peed a little, thanks a lot.”
Seth could see the wet spot on Dean's jeans. That made it very hard for him not to do the same. “It's not my fault,” Seth protested. “Aw, fuck!” His bladder was cramping now, and it was too painful to fight for much longer. He started calling for Roman. “Sir! Sir! I really need to piss now! Sir!”
“We really need to piss now,” Dean corrected. “Fuck!” He struggled against his restraints, and the wet spot on his jeans grew.
That was more than Seth could handle. “Oh no! Sir!” He cried, as he felt some of the piss escape. Shiny darkness bloomed on the crotch of his undies, and piss dripped off the chair. He felt a little better with some of the pressure off, but he knew it wouldn't last.
Dean was whimpering and quivering as he struggled to hold the rest, even though he was growing wetter by the second. “COME ON, ROMAN!”
Roman came back. “You bad boys! Look at what you've gone and done! I told you to wait!”
Dean kept wiggling, and Seth put on his puppydog face.
Roman addressed Dean first. “You still need to go? Even after what you've already done in your bed?”
Dean nodded eagerly. “Yes!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir,” Dean corrected himself.
“What about you?” Roman asked Seth. “Do you still need to go?”
Even though his bladder was a visible bulge, Seth coyly shook his head. “No, Sir.”
Roman palpitated the bulge. “Yes you do.” He re-positioned Seth's chair, and slipped him out of his fly. He aimed him directly at Dean. “Out with it.”
Even though he wanted to explode, and piss all over his boyfriend in the process, Seth forced himself to stop after only a little while, the piss not even reaching Dean because Seth hadn't dared piss full-force for fear of being unable to regain control.
“All of it, Seth,” Roman ordered, and Seth dutifully obeyed. “That a boy.” Roman directed Seth's endless stream as much towards Dean as he could, but wasn't too successful due to the height difference between the chair and the bed; most of the piss went over Dean and on to the floor on the other side of the bed.
After putting Seth back into his wet undies, Roman turned his attention back to Dean. “Okay, bad boy, it's your turn.”
Dean was soaked. “That won't be necessary, um, Sir. I couldn't wait. I tried to wait, I really did, but I just couldn't.”
“You know it's wrong to go all over yourself,” Roman half-scolded.
“Yes, I know...Sir. It was an accident.” Dean kept playing the cute card. “Seth did it, too!”
“Yes, I know that, tattle-tale piss-pants. Whatever am I going to do with you two bad boys?”
“I think you should not punish us, and just forget it happened,” Dean said, brightly, and Seth emphatically nodded and tried not to laugh.
Roman did laugh, a lot. Every time he tried to be serious, he'd look at Dean and Seth and literally double over with the giggles. Finally, he was able to continue. “I'm sorry, but you guys are just too fucking cute.” He undid Seth's restraints and helped him to the bench in front of the bed. “Just the same, I have to punish you.” He undid Dean's restraints. “Make sure Seth doesn't hurt his knee while I give him what he's got coming,” Roman ordered Dean.
Dean obeyed, and helped Seth bend over. Roman pulled down the wet boxer briefs and swatted Seth's naked wet ass. Four sharp, stinging slaps, and Roman and Dean settled Seth down on the bench, on his burning ass cheeks.
“Now it's your turn,” Roman told Dean, and sat down beside Seth on the bench. “Over my knees boy, bare-ass.”
Dean lowered his soaking wet jeans and tighty whities. He laid prone across Roman's legs, his head in Seth's damp lap. He turned so Seth could see his sassy grin. “You're the best!” Dean whispered. “I love you.”
Seth tousled Dean's dirty-blonde hair. “I love you, too.”
“What's that?” Roman asked, stroking Dean's very spankable ass.
“Nothing, Sir,” Seth replied, and Dean giggled.
“Dean, you're going to get it!” Roman threatened, but his tone was that of a big brother teasing a little brother. Seth found that very hot, and felt different wetness in his damp boxer briefs.
“I'll be good!” Dean promised, put he poked Seth to show him his fingers were crossed.
Roman laughed and swatted Dean's ass five times. Then: “Dean!” Roman stood up. His lap was wet. “You dirty little bastard!”
“I, um, couldn't help it,” Dean lied, and Seth began laughing.
“Such a nasty boy... I have no idea what to do with you...” Roman began, but Seth noticed he seemed distracted. He was casually pacing before his Shield playmates with authority, but his posture and gait was somehow...tight. Seth realized it was the same way he himself had appeared during his worst promo ever, struggling not to piss himself. Just as he made the connection, Roman stopped pacing, and bent over with one hand in his crotch.
“Aw, fuck...” Roman said. He straightened up. The stain Dean had left on his jeans had grown, and spread down one leg. “And to think I punished you guys... I've never pissed anything but underwear before.” He chuckled a little.
“Fuck, Roman, that's fucking hot!” Dean exclaimed.
“Fuck yeah it is,” Seth agreed, and he and Dean automatically began kissing and petting each other.
“I still really need to go,” Roman said. He took off his shirt, and put a hand on his bulging bladder. He undid his belt and jeans and stepped out of them. He was wearing tight black boxer briefs, and he had to hold himself. “I haven't been to the restroom since I first got here. I've been needing to piss since before dinner. I don't know how I managed not to piss in the shower, but I didn't.”
“Damn,” Seth commented. “You must have a crazy-strong bladder.”
“I do, but I'm beyond my limits now,” Roman admitted, and made a helpless face. “I'm about to piss everywhere.”
“Piss on us!” Seth exclaimed, and Dean nodded eagerly.
Roman shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I don't think your surgical incision should be getting piss in it, Seth.”
“I'll make sure it doesn't,” Dean promised. “I'll protect it. Please, Roman!”
“Alright, but you protect Seth's knee!” Roman pulled out his cock, and Seth and Dean were both a little envious. Roman was very well-hung, even though he wasn't fully hard, and smooth and pretty, like Seth. He stroked it to try to keep from pissing.
“Are you going to pee on us or what?” Dean asked, as he stroked Seth's hard on through his wet undies.
“Are you going to get something to protect Seth's knee?”
“I was just going to, you know, protect it with my body. I won't let one drop get anywhere near the bandages.”
“Dean, go and get something waterproof to cover Seth's knee now, or neither of you is going to get pissed on. I'll waste it in the bed, or even worse, the toilet,” Roman threatened.
“Okay, okay.” Dean dashed from the room.
“Hurry up!” Roman called after him. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Fuck, I'm about to piss,” he complained to Seth.
“If I wasn't temporarily crippled, I'd come over there and tickle you,” Seth teased.
“If you weren't temporarily crippled, I'd be pissing already.” Roman tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace as he bent over and blushed, dealing with a particularly bad bladder cramp. “Fuck. Hurry up, Dean!”
Dean reappeared with a trash bag. “I wanted to find something a little classier, but you kept rushing me-”
Roman snatched the bag from Dean and hastily threw it over Seth's leg. Instantly, he let loose a powerful stream of piss all over Seth's hard cock, re-wetting the snug gray boxer briefs. Roman closed his eyes, and sighed with relief.
“Hey, what about me?” Dean asked, and jumped in front of the waterfall.
“Go sit down, there's plenty for you, too.” Roman grinned, and pissed on his brothers while they played with each other and themselves. Seth even managed to catch the stream in his mouth, and drank some. Dean was playing with him as he drank Roman's golden (well, it wasn't golden at all, it was virtually clear, but it didn't matter) nectar. The whole situation was a sensual overload, and Seth shot his load, the first spurts went somewhere across the room, but Dean managed to catch the rest in his hand.
“Oh, Seth, you dirty little fucker, I love you,” Dean murmured in his ear as he caught the handful.
Roman directed the remainder of his piss at Dean. All over his hard-on until Seth recovered enough to take charge of that, then all over his wifebeater and in his mouth. It was Dean's first time drinking, but it actually tasted pretty good, and he swallowed everything Roman gave him. Seth's hair got very wet when he was going down on Dean, who already seemed ready to explode.
“I.. Want... More...” Dean panted to Roman, while struggling not to cum inside his boyfriend's mouth.
“Sorry, fresh out.” Roman shrugged. “But now I'm hard.” He stroked it and moaned for Dean's amusement.
That pushed Dean over the edge. “Damn you, Roman!” He cried, as he exploded Seth's mouth. Seth sucked him eagerly. “I didn't...want to do that...yet.”
“Mmmm, Dean, you bad, bad boy,” Seth cooed, and they snuggled.
Roman cleared his throat. “My turn. Who wants to help me?”
“Me! Me, me, me!” Seth and Dean chirruped.
Roman looked down at the scepter he held in his hand. Precum seeped, and dripped on floor. “I think I have enough for both of you.”
“I'll say,” Seth quipped. He still hadn't gotten over the perfection of Roman's huge, gorgeous cock.
“Mhmm,” Dean agreed. “Is that a Samoan thing? Being so well-hung?”
Roman laughed. “I don't know.”
“Or is it all in the family? Are your cousins so...gifted?” Dean prodded.
“Jimmy and Jey?” Roman asked, and Dean nodded eagerly. “You should know, you've roomed with Jey a lot.”
“Yeah, but I never got a chance to see his cock except one time, and I didn't look because I said I wouldn't, I didn't even peek, and now I'm-” Dean wrapped his lips around the head of Roman's cock. “Mmmph,” he commented, as he tried to perform decent head on something so large. Seth imagined Roman's sub must shit footballs, if they fucked. Roman certainly wouldn't bend over.
He playfully shoved Dean out of the way. “Allow me.” He dripped strawberry flavored massage oil on Roman's massive hard on and took him in both hands. Roman groaned with pleasure, and dug his fingers into Seth's hair. Seth felt himself getting hard again. He knew he couldn't fit Roman's entire cock in his mouth, so he chose to focus on the head, and work the shaft with his hands.
Dean got up to make out with Roman, but soon Roman was in the throes of pleasure, and almost feral in his expression, panting and growling and cussing. Dean slid from his grasp, and underneath the bench where Seth was perched, and began sucking him instead.
Roman suddenly snatched himself away from Seth and held himself tight, orgasm was very near. “Get up here, bad boy,” he told Dean.
Dean obediently sat down beside Seth on the bench.
“Not that I don't like seeing you two play together, but I'm about to cum.” Roman began to jack himself. “Do you want it?”
“Hell yeah!” Dean replied.
“Yes, Sir,” Seth begged. “Oh, please, Sir.”
“Alright you dirty boys. Sit back, and open wide.”
Dean and Seth obeyed. Automatically, their hands went into each others laps. Roman began to make those feral noises again, and they knew he was close. “Ah, FUCK!”
Dean and Seth tried to catch the hot jiz in their mouths as it spurted from Roman, but they were mostly unsuccessful, most of it got all over them.
That night, the Shield slept together in the guest bed, with Seth in the middle. |
Chapter Five – Dean and Roman Together on the Road
Dean and Roman had a full day of travel in front of them. Shortly after breakfast, they bade farewell to Seth. Dean was a little nervous about leaving him alone so soon after his surgery, but he had talked to a retired couple two doors down, who'd promised to visit Seth and make sure he had everything he needed.
First, into Roman's rental car for a long drive to the airport. Then, three planes to Seattle, where they would arrive at eleven at night. Not even halfway to the airport, Dean was already wanting a pit stop, thanks to his coffee addiction. He didn't want to bother Roman, but then he remembered what happened on the way to Arlington, when he didn't speak up right away. He wanted to be cute about it, but just as he was about to speak, his bladder spoke up with a cramp. He bit his lips, and squirmed a little.
Roman noticed. “Don't worry, bro, I plan to stop before we get to the airport,” he told Dean in his calm, cool, caring older-brother Dom voice.
“Soon?” Dean asked.
“Well, I wasn't planning on it, actually. Can you wait for an hour or so?”
Dean was loosening his belt. “An hour? No effing way. Maybe half an hour, or twenty minutes, and I'm not even sure I can wait that long.”
“What if you were in the ring?” Roman asked.
“What would keep me in a match that long?”
“Drawing a low number in the Rumble.”
“I'd just slip out under the bottom rope and sneak a pee under the ring, like Seth did that one time.”
Roman laughed. “That's nasty. But what else would one expect from a dirty boy like you? Okay, no peeing under the ring. What do you do?”
Dean shrugged. “I guess I'd have to try to hold it until the match was over. And, if I just couldn't, or it was really starting to affect my performance, I think I'd have to pee my pants and hope no one notices. Not like it hasn't been done before.”
“True,” Roman said, matter-of-factly.
“Have you ever-” Dean began.
“No.” Roman laughed.
“But you wear black, it would be easy for you.”
“No.” Roman shook his head. “And you wore black, too, when we were the Shield.”
Dean nodded. “Can we stop soon? Like real soon?”
“No,” Roman replied.
Dean held himself and rocked back and forth. “Please, Roman!”
“You can hold it.”
“No, I can't!”
“Yes you can, Dean. And stop squirming around like you're five years old, have a little dignity.”
“I can't help it; I really need to go bad!” Dean complained.
“Yes you can. I need a restroom, too, and you don't see me doing any of that childish stuff.”
“You need to go, too? Then let's stop.”
“Okay, we'll stop a little earlier,” Roman compromised.
“When?” Dean asked, urgently.
Roman looked at the clock. “About half an hour.”
Dean bit his lips, and sighed.
Roman patted his leg. “You'll be fine.”
Dean doubted that. He'd had too much coffee, again. Roman had had only one cup with breakfast, but he, like Dean, had also had a lot of water. And, even though Roman said he needed to pee, he was still drinking a bottle of water! Dean didn't know how he did it; he himself couldn't even handle the thought of adding more fluid to his body.
The longest half-hour of Dean's life was finally over. Roman guided the car into a gas station. Dean scrambled out before Roman could park it, and hurried to the restroom as fast as he could; every step of the way he felt like he was going to pee his pants. He tried the knob, it was locked. He banged frantically on the door, but no one replied. “Fuck!”
“I'll see if there's a key,” Roman called from the car. He made his way to the main entrance in tight, careful steps, awkward and stiff.
Dean paced back and forth in front of the locked restroom, stopping every so often to hold himself. He pounded on the door again, just in case there was someone in there. “Come on! I'm about to piss my fucking pants out here!” He whimpered helplessly, and shoved his hand down his pants to hold his cock.
Finally, he saw Roman coming with the key, which was attached to a kids' potty seat. He was moving slowly, and breathing hard, and Dean ran and yanked it from his hand. He jammed the key in the lock and turned it, but before he could enter the restroom, Roman shoved him aside and got in first.
“No!” Dean whined. “Please, Roman, let me go first, please.” He couldn't let go of his cock, he needed to pee so bad it was burning.
Roman was already peeing in the toilet, not even caring that Dean was standing in the open doorway, struggling not to wet his jeans. Dean felt a little dribble escape, and wet his undies, and he helplessly whimpered. “Oh fuck, Roman, please hurry, please, I'm pissing my pants!”
Roman moved to make room for Dean. “Come on, there's enough space for you, too. Can't have you pissing in your pants.”
Dean didn't need to hear that twice. Finally, relief! He leaked again before he could get beside Roman, and began to wonder if the pair of briefs he was wearing were cursed, they were the same teal and white ones he'd been wearing when he'd driven Seth home from the hospital, and he'd peed in them, too. As he finally emptied his bursting bladder, he actually felt faint, and weak in the knees, and had to lean against Roman. “Don't make me hold it that long ever again.”
Roman smiled. “I can't promise you that.”
Dean tucked himself away. The wet undies were cold, and he cringed. He put a hand on his stomach. “Fuck, I still ache from that!”
Roman was washing his hands. He wasn't going to tell Dean, but he'd pushed himself a little too far, and pissed not only in his sheer black boxer briefs and down his legs a little (thank goodness for black, baggy sweats), but all over his hands, too. He'd drunk way too much water. He hoped to make it to the airport without having to stop again.
“I'll take the key back,” Dean volunteered. “Did you want anything?”
“No thanks. I'm just going to go top of the tank.”
After Roman finished pumping gas, Dean came back, smiling, with a big Styrofoam cup of coffee. “They put on a fresh pot just for me!”
“Really, bro?” Roman shot him a chastising look. “Do you really think you need another coffee?”
“Yes.” Dean took a big swallow. “Mmmm, this is pretty good. Never know what you'll get when it comes to gas station coffee.”
“I know what you'll get. A bursting bladder. And then I'll have to listen to you whine about it.” Roman got them back on the road.
“I won't need to go again until we get to the airport,” Dean said. “Probably can make it through the ticket counter and security, too.”
“I'm going to hold you to that,” Roman decided. “No restroom for you until we're through security. Sure you can make it?”
Dean took another big swallow of coffee. “Yup.”
“We'll see.”
Roman didn't need to stop again, but upon arriving at the ticketing area, he had to find a men's room before he could do anything else. One of the advantages of being tall was being able to see over most people in a crowd, and his eyes settled on that ever-important sign: MEN. “I need to use the restroom, come on.”
He and Dean pushed their way through the crowd to the restroom. Dutifully, Dean stood by while Roman used the trough. “Don't you think you should go, too?” Roman asked him.
“You said I couldn't until after we got through security.”
“I changed my mind. You can go now if you want.”
“Nah, I don't have to.”
Roman gave him a questioning glance. “Are you sure?”
Dean nodded. “Mhmm.”
“Okay...” Roman washed his hands, and they went to get their tickets.
Then, they followed the signs to the security checkpoint. Of course, there was a long line, but it seemed to be moving, and Dean seemed to be moving around more than necessary.
“Are you sure you don't need to go?” Roman asked him.
“No, I'm good.”
Roman gave him a doubtful look, but it was his turn to show his ID and boarding pass to the TSA officer, so he didn't get a chance to ask Dean anything else. Thankfully, security went off without a hitch, he never knew what to expect with his Samoan name. Dean joined him while he was putting his shoes back on, then they began following more signs to their gate.
Roman paused before a men's room, thinking Dean would probably want to stop. But, he didn't. Instead, he wanted to go to a little store up ahead to get provisions for the flight. Roman did, too. He liked to have something in his stomach, and lots of water whenever he flew. This first flight they were sitting in first class, but even in first class, the food wasn't the greatest.
“Aren't you going to get more coffee?” Roman quipped, as they passed a cafe.
Dean shook his head. “Uh-uh.”
“Learned your lesson, huh, bro?”
Dean didn't answer that. He continued to the little store, called The Plane Depot, and bought gum, two king size Snickers, and a liter of water. Roman bought overpriced beef jerky and two liters of water. One of them he gave to Dean.
“Don't want you getting dehydrated, bro.” He smiled.
So did Dean. “Thanks, bro.” He handed Roman a Snickers. “Don't want you getting cranky.”
Roman took it. “Thanks. There's another restroom. Do you need to go?”
“Not right now.”
Roman was beginning to doubt that was true. Dean was either in denial or flat-out lying. He'd had that large coffee, plus a bottle of water since their gas station stop, and hadn't pissed since. He had to be holding on to a lot.
“There's our gate!” Dean said, brightly.
“Are you sure you don't want to use the restroom before you get on that plane, son?” Roman asked him, as he checked the flight's time and the time on his phone. They'd made it with fifteen minutes to spare.
“No, I don't need to,” Dean claimed, even as he shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“Suit yourself.” Roman sat down and began playing a game on his phone. He pretended to ignore Dean, who was practically potty dancing.
Dean was busy in his phone, too, texting Seth about their travels. He really did need to pee, and was texting Seth about that, too. He was holding it on purpose, just to make Roman worry. Seth thought that was great. After five minutes, Dean couldn't take it anymore. “I think I will run to the little boys' room real quick,” he told Roman, but just then, first-class boarding was announced.
“Guess you'll have to wait,” Roman said, and led him towards the line to board.
Dean looked longingly at the men's room. There was a line for that, too. He wouldn't make it there and back in time; he would have to wait until he was on the plane. Maybe he could sneak in the bathroom before takeoff, he'd seen people do that before.
An airline clerk scanned their boarding passes, and Roman and Dean hurried through the gate and on to the plane. A male flight attendant showed them their seats, Dean by the window, Roman beside him. They stowed their carry-on bags in the overhead compartment above them. Now was Dean's chance to slip into the bathroom, but he found himself stopping traffic. At least ten people stood between him and the first-class bathroom. He turned around, maybe he could go in coach, but that way was congested with people, too.
“Dean, sit down,” Roman said. “You're blocking the aisle, and making me block it, too.”
He sat down, and adjusted the waistband of his jeans. He was regretting being a brat, yes, Roman thought it was cute, but he really should have hit one of the four restrooms they'd passed by, because he'd been needing to pee for the last hour and a half. He bit his lips, and fidgeted.
“Relax, you look like an ass,” Roman scolded.
“I can't help it, I need to pee.”
“Now, Dean, you had plenty of opportunities to use the restroom. We only saw like five or six.”
“I know,” Dean muttered miserably, and squirmed.
“Dean, stop that.”
“I can't help it,” Dean repeated. “I gotta go bad.”
“Serves you right, bro.” Roman's voice was big-brother kind, but Dean's situation made him irritable, like at McDonald's, when he'd made an uncharacteristically catty remark to Seth about his crutches.
Dean bit his lips again. “Yeah, yeah. You don't have to rub it in. I wonder if I can pee before preflight. Can you stand up, bro?” Dean got up, the aisle wasn't as crowded, he could make it!
Ding! The seat belt lights came on, and over the loudspeaker came the voice Dean didn't want to hear, ordering him to sit down and put his belt on.
Roman laughed at the expression on his face. “Guess you'll just have to hold it, bro.”
“I can run real quick, move.”
“Sit down, Dean,” Roman ordered, as he caught sight of a flight attendant heading their way. Dean saw, too, and quickly sat down and buckled up. He rocked back and forth. Roman cast him a warning look.
Irritated, Dean replied: “According to a tutorial Jimmy read to me, I'm supposed to do whatever I can to get comfortable.”
“A tutorial on how to not piss oneself? Someone actually wrote that?”
“A few someone's,” Dean replied. “There are quite a few out there, some with illustrations.”
“Why was Jimmy reading it to you? Bedtime story?”
“Long story.” Dean loved telling stories. Even in his condition, he wanted to share that particular story with Roman, and he fought that. The subject matter certainly wouldn't help him now.
But, Roman left him no choice. “Tell me about it,” he said, as the plane began take off.
“Okay, but if I pee my pants while telling it, it'll be your fault,” Dean said, playfully. “Jimmy, Naomi, Jey, and I were driving a rental car to Arlington. Jey was driving, and I was sitting shotgun. We weren't on the road long when I started feeling like I had to pee. I didn't want to be a pain in the ass, so I decided to just hold it until we stopped for lunch.”
Roman smiled, and Dean was surprised he wasn't suffering more for telling the story, so he continued it. “Turned out they'd planned on a late lunch, so I had to tell Jey, there was no way I could wait that long. Jey said he'd stop as soon as he could, and Jimmy did a search on how to hold it when you really gotta go and there's no place to do it. He read the results out loud, and I tried some of them.”
“Did they work?” Roman wanted to know.
“Some of them helped a bit, but I ended up peeing my pants anyway.” Dean blushed. “There was a problem at the rest area. Two sheriffs were there. The women's room was broken, so everyone had to use the men's, switching off between men and women every seven minutes. I got there right after they stopped letting men in, fifteen seconds too late. I couldn't even take the time to plead my case, I just turned around and started heading for the woods. I had to pee so bad I could barely walk. I wasn't even halfway there when I started peeing my pants, so I started running, but the pee kept running, too. It was broad daylight, so I couldn't just whip it out and pee, but I didn't want to get my shoes wet, so I knelt in the grass and peed until I could finally stop it.”
“Dirty boy,” Roman scolded, playfully.
Dean nodded. “Filthy. When I was able to stop peeing, I got up, walked to the woods, and finished in the bushes. I had to tie my hoodie around my waist.”
“Like a naughty school boy.”
“Uh-huh. Not like it did a whole lot to hide the mess I'd made.”
Ding! The lights went off, and automatically, Dean rose. Roman did, too, and stepped out to let his Shield brother make a mad dash for the restroom.
Dean was away a long time. When he came back, he had his hoodie tied around his waist, revealing a cheesy WWE t-shirt, Ambrose Asylum. Roman looked at him reproachfully as he stood in the aisle to let Dean into his seat. Once they were both seated again, Roman began to scold.
“You waited too long again, didn't you, bro?”
Dean blushed, and looked down. “Uh-huh. It was only a little accident, though, I almost made it-”
Roman cut him off. “Let me see.”
Dean untied his hoodie and showed Roman the fist-sized wet spot on his jeans.
“Dirty boy.” Roman touched the spot. He pulled his hand away before the flight attendant approached.
“Would either of you gentlemen like a beverage?” He asked Roman and Dean.
“Coffee, please, with half and half,” Dean said.
“No, he will not be having any coffee,” Roman told the flight attendant. “I'll have a Miller High Life, and get the boy a kiddie cocktail.”
“No cherries,” Dean told the flight attendant.
The flight attendant looked a little perplexed. “So, no coffee?”
“No,” Roman said, to both the flight attendant, and Dean.
“Very well, I'll be right back with those drinks.”
“I can't have coffee?” Dean asked Roman.
“No.”
“Why not? I'm a big boy.”
“Yes, you are, but you're also a naughty boy. But, just being a boy anyway, you tend to not know your own limits.”
Dean smiled and nodded in agreement. “No, no I don't.” He took a few deep swallows of water from one of the two liter bottles he'd brought on board.
“Oh, and in such a hurry to put it back,” Roman teased. “Filling your bladder all over again.”
“Yeah, but I gotta prep for the next two days so I don't get dehydrated, and so do you.”
Roman nodded, and the flight attendant brought their drinks. He opened his beer and took a swig.
“Shouldn't be having that beer, either,” Dean said, and sipped his Shirley Temple through a straw.
Just for that comment, Roman slammed two thirds of the bottle and ordered another. He finished the last third and set it down on his tray table and glared at Dean. “And why's that?”
“It's makes you need to pee.”
“No, it makes you need to pee, just like when you drink coffee,” Roman retorted playfully. “You're like a puppy.”
“Oh no, that's Seth. Isn't he just adorable, though?” Dean got starry-eyed.
Roman nodded. “Yeah. It's hard to look into those big brown eyes and say no.”
“He loves that, though.”
“I noticed that. You guys are really cute. How long have my Shield brothers been playing together?”
Dean replayed that night in Atlanta in his mind, and remembered how hot Roman had looked, and how much he'd wanted him. He also remembered thinking that Roman and Sheamus had something going on, and that made him upset. Seth had been there to comfort him. “Since that Atlanta after party. After you and Sheamus pulled the old bathroom-disappearance act, Seth and I burned one out on the patio. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were totally making out. Fucking Bo came out and slapped my ass and tried to make it a trio, but we weren't having it. He locked us out on the patio.”
“Bo's such an ass...I didn't mean to disappear, but I had to help Sheamus, ah, make a quiet exit.”
“He didn't make it, did he?”
Roman chucked. “No, bro. I had to go up to his room, find him some clothes, take them back down to the mezzanine, tucked inside my coat, and after all that, I just wanted to go to bed.”
“With Sheamus?” Dean teased.
Roman laughed. “Nah, gingers are evil.”
Dean laughed, too. Roman wasn't playing with Sheamus after all. “Anyway, Seth's been my dirty boy toy ever since that night. And, Sheamus' pants weren't the only thing that got wet that night. I peed on Seth! Twice!”
Roman opened his second beer. “Please continue.”
“The first time, we'd just cum, and we both needed to go. Seth sat down on the toilet, and I sat in his lap, facing him, and peed all over his sexy cock. He peed, too. The second time, I woke up almost pissing my undies, and Jey was passed out, snoring in our bathroom, with the door locked. I was just going to go in a trashcan, but I texted Seth to be flirty. I asked him what I should do, and he replied that he would be right down, and I could pee on him.”
“What a dirty little fucker,” Roman said, admirably.
“Oh yeah, Seth's terrible. I'm a very lucky boy.”
“What happened next?” Roman prodded.
“I wasn't sure if Seth was serious or not, hard to tell with a text. But, I decided to wait five minutes, just in case he did show up. It was only a couple minutes before he was knocking on the door, but I was panicking, I'd already wet myself a little, and was struggling to hold the rest. Seth sat down in the desk chair, and I straddled him again just as I lost control. I forgot to take my briefs off, I totally soaked both of us. Naughty boy was dripping. He drank some, too.”
“Mmmm, that's hot. You guys are so bad.”
“He didn't want to change clothes, but I made him. He took the undies I peed in, too.”
Roman smiled. “Good stuff.”
Dean nodded, happily. “Seth's good. I don't know who taught him, but he taught him well.”
“Someone from the business?”
“No, Seth told me he was a Wall Street broker. I think their relationship was on the Master/slave level.”
Roman nodded in agreement. “I definitely see the tendencies. He's very sub. What would you call yourself, bro?”
“A switch.”
“And?” Roman looked at him expectantly.
“A dirty boy.”
Roman stroked a lock of Dean's hair and smiled. |
Chapter Six – Dean's Dilemmas
At the airport hub, Dean and Roman had enough time before their next flight to eat a decent meal in a sit-down restaurant, and call Seth. Again, Roman denied Dean the right to order coffee, but didn't order him another Shirley Temple.
Their next flight was in coach, in the first seats. Extra legroom. Dean, who'd been without his drug of choice, his coffee, for hours, was beginning to flag. He slumped in his seat and waited quietly for takeoff.
It didn't happen on schedule; they were delayed almost half an hour, and Roman began to worry. There was very little leeway between this flight and their next one, the last one they had to make, as it was. Unless they made damn good time in the air, he and Dean could very well miss that last flight, and would have to spend the whole night driving to Seattle.
Dean fell asleep soon after takeoff, and Roman read the scripts for RAW and tried not to worry about missing that flight. He didn't order anything from the flight attendant's cart. He ate half the Snickers bar Dean had given him and drained a bottle of water. Beside him, Dean slept on, unconcerned about their predicament, and Roman decided that if they missed that flight, Dean could do all the driving. He didn't know how anyone could sleep on a commercial airplane, even in first class he found it impossible unless he was completely exhausted. There was just no getting comfortable. He could sleep in a car, though.
He needed to piss before he got off the plane. He hated the restrooms on planes, but it was his last chance to piss before landing in Seattle, if they made that flight. There would be no time to stop in a restroom at the airport; they would have to run to the gate. The next flight probably wouldn't have restrooms available on it, since it was only an hour long. He should probably mention that to Dean.
He nudged Dean a couple of times, but he just snored a little and mumbled something random. Roman gave up and used his celebrity to gain access to the first class restroom, better than putting himself on display to row after row of people who would all know he was going to the restroom and might even take a video of it.
When he came back, he made a more serious effort to rouse Dean, and succeeded. “Bro, you might want to use the restroom now. I strongly urge you to take that advice, because you won't have time at the airport. We're going to have to run, literally, to make that flight. It's a short flight, so the restroom will probably not be available.”
“Good idea.” Dean yawned. “I do have to go.”
“Hurry up, we've got to be getting ready to land pretty soon. Use the first class restroom.”
“But we're in coach.”
“Just go in first class, it's closer,” Roman told him again.
Dean looked back. “Yeah, I guess.”
“So, go.”
“I've got time, I don't have to go that bad yet,” Dean said.
“Bro, they're putting on that light real soon.”
Dean looked at his watch. “Damn, why didn't you wake me earlier? Guess I'd better go to the little boys' room now.”
Just as Roman rose to let him out, the lights came on.
“Oh, fuck...” Dean whispered.
Roman sat down and shook his head, forehead in hand. Then he looked over at Dean.
Dean was blushing. “We should have time for a quick pee break, right?”
Roman shook his head. “I don't think so, bro. We'll have to run to the gate as it is, if we make it in time.”
“Jimmy said you're not supposed to run when you need to pee.”
“Son, you don't have a choice. If you'd listened to me and used the restroom when I first told you to, you wouldn't be running when you need to pee. Just don't let it slow you down. If we don't make that flight we'll have to drive to Seattle. It'll take all night.”
Dean fell quiet, and stayed that way through the landing and the dash to the gate. Roman got a little worried; usually Dean wasn't mousy like that at all. They made it on board just before the door closed, and joined the rest of the passengers in the small plane.
As Roman had predicted, no restroom on the flight. When it was announced, he looked over at Dean, but Dean was looking out the window, into the night. Roman began to wonder if Dean was angry with him, so after the roar of the takeoff was over, he spoke again.
“You have no idea how relieved I am that we made this flight. I thought for sure we'd miss it.”
Dean shrugged, but otherwise had no comment. Roman didn't know Dean couldn't even speak, all of his efforts were focused on not peeing. He was coming to the realization that his efforts were futile. There was no way he'd be able to hold it for an hour. He'd already leaked a couple of times. He would have to do what he said he'd do, wet his pants in the presence of strangers, and hope no one saw. Thankfully, it was just a small plane, not RAW or a pay per view. The lights were off, the travelers encouraged to sleep, and many were. Not Roman, though Dean wished he would, he knew his Shield brother couldn't sleep on planes.
“Hey, did I do something that upset you?” Roman touched Dean's shoulder, and that small distraction was all it took for Dean to lose it.
He bent forward, hoping to keep the pee from running out of the back of the seat by soaking up some if it with his hoodie. It seemed to have worked, and he stopped as soon as he felt he'd let go of enough to make it to the airport. He sat up. In the darkness, he had to squint to see the damage.
Roman looked at him quizzically. “You okay?”
“Shhh.” Dean put his finger to his lips. “I peed my pants. Trying not to let on about it so no one notices.”
“I'm sorry, Dean.” Roman looked over at his lap.
“It's not your fault.” Dean saw where Roman was looking, and looked at Roman's lap. He saw Roman pitch a tent, and naturally followed suit. “I have no one but me to thank for this-” Dean gestured at his wet jeans and hoodie, “-I'm a brat.”
Roman groped Dean's wet crotch. “Yes, definitely. Just look at you, soaking wet.”
Dean nodded. “Yeah. I'm going to have to change into my ring clothes at the airport. I don't want to go down to baggage claim like this.”
“You don't put anything but ring clothes in your carry-on?”
“No, travel light. I know you don't, though. Can I borrow some clothes?” Dean asked, hopefully.
Roman laughed. “Hell no.”
“Why not?” Dean wanted to know.
“Because you'll piss in them.”
They laughed together. Dean fidgeted. “I still have to go, too. But, I did what I said I would if I was in an impossible situation. I guess if it came down to it, and I had to pee during a match, and couldn't deal with it, I'd probably do it then, too. Nobody's noticed this yet.”
“We're sitting in the dark, bro.”
They laughed again.
“I don't think you'll have to worry about anyone seeing you, either. At this time of night, hardly anyone will be at the airport.”
“True.”
“And those pants hide it well, it's not like you're wearing khakis. They should be somewhat dry when we land-”
“Roman?”
“Yeah, bro?”
“Can you please just let it go? I'm not trying to be rude, but I don't want condolences. I just want to ignore it.”
“Ignore it? But you're so hot when you're wet.”
Dean had to smile. “You're right. Seth said so, too.”
“But, you're still a dirty little brat. I'll deal with that later. I'm sorry for carrying on with the comfort. Force of habit, I guess.”
“Because of Jey?”
Roman realized how close he'd come to revealing his relationship with Sheamus to blabbermouth Dean. He'd only seen Jey have an accident once, but it had been a rather embarrassing one, the night of Jimmy's bachelor party. So, why not use Jey to cover his ass? “Yeah, poor Jey.”
“I can't imagine what it's like to be pee shy,” Dean mused.
“I can't imagine you being shy about anything,” Roman teased.
Dean blushed and grinned. “Well, I guess I can be a little shy when the situation warrants it...well, maybe 'shy' isn't the best word. Quiet, maybe?”
“Quiet? That's an antonym for Dean Ambrose. I can count on one hand the times you've been quiet, except for when you're asleep.”
“Come on, that's a complete exaggeration-”
“Is it? I'll list them off, starting with the most recent.” Roman took a deep breath. “One: today, just a little while ago. Two: When we were practicing in Arlington, and you got the wind knocked out of you. Three: When we had a moment of silence-”
“Okay, I talk too much,” Dean cut him off.
“You're like that dog that ate alphabet soup.” Roman laughed.
“What?”
“Something I saw on PBS once, possibly while high.”
Dean laughed, then winced. “Ugh. I'm so fucking uncomfortable.” He began to fidget.
Roman touched his arm. “We'll be landing soon, and you can go potty.”
“I know,” Dean said, as he squirmed.
“Or, you could just go in your pants. They're already wet, after all,” Roman teased.
“I won't go potty in my pants,” Dean replied, cutely. “But how will I get off the plane without anyone seeing?”
Roman thought. “Well, if you carry your bag in front of you, and I walk behind you, no one should see a thing. You can change in the restroom, then we'll go get our checked stuff, and the rental car.”
“Okay. Are you sure I can't borrow some clothes? I really don't want to wear my ring clothes-”
“Shush, son, you're wearing them now.” Roman tugged at Dean's t-shirt.
“I never wrestle in t-shirts, or jeans that are this tight. If I tried to wrestle in these jeans, I'd split 'em. And, I can't wrestle in skate shoes, either, my ankles would probably snap.”
Roman nodded. “Your shoes aren't wet, are they?”
“Thankfully, no, but if we don't get to the airport soon they very well could be before this ordeal is over.”
The intercom pinged; they were about to land in Seattle. Roman put his seat upright and smiled at Dean. “You'll make it, bro.”
Dean nodded, and smiled back.
Roman followed Dean into the family restroom at the airport. He'd never been inside one before, and was surprised at the odd mixture of regular and junior size plumbing fixtures. “Which one should I use?” Dean asked Roman, as he potty danced.
Roman laughed. “Not the sinks.”
“I think I'll pee in the little toilet,” Dean decided, and turned towards it. “Oh, fuck... My zipper's stuck!”
Roman just shook his head, and couldn't help but chuckle at Dean, poor Dean, who was struggling to get his zipper unstuck, and not piss himself at the same time.
“It's not funny!” Dean snapped. He gave up on the zipper, and began trying to pull his tight jeans down, but he was laughing, too. He had to stop messing with his jeans to hold himself with both hands. “These pants are cursed!” He quickly sat down on toilet junior just as his bladder, tired and sore from what he'd put it through during this long day of travel, exploded.
“Whatever am I going to do with you, Dean?”
“It's not my fault, it's the pants. I couldn't get the zipper down, I still can't.” Dean tried getting out of the jeans again, and succeeded. “These undies are cursed!”
“First the pants are cursed, now the undies. Really, Dean?”
“Uh-huh,” Dean replied, lowering the boyish teal briefs with white trim. “Every single time I've worn these I've ended up peeing in them. I'm not sure about the jeans, but these undies are definitely cursed.”
“Dirty boy.” Roman gave him an affectionate shove.
“Are you sure I can't borrow something?” Dean asked for the third time.
“Yeah, my SWAT vest,” Roman replied, and laughed.
“Come on, Roman, please?” Dean begged, still hanging around naked.
“Absolutely not, you dirty little fucker!”
“No, Seth's the dirty little fucker; I'm a bad boy.”
“Cute,” Roman said. “You're both dirty little fuckers in my opinion, but especially you, Dean, because you're here with me now.”
Dean pulled on his ring clothes. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?” He zipped up his black hoodie and spun around to cockily challenge Roman's authority.
“What am I going to do... What... am I... Sufferin' succotash, son!” Roman grabbed Dean, bent him over a sink, and spanked his fine ass several times in quick succession.
Dean straightened up and rubbed his ass dramatically. He pouted at Roman.
“Don't you give me that look, Dean,” Roman warned, but his tone was coy. “I'm going to get our bags and the car. Meet me down there.”
Dean began putting his wet things in his carry on. “Why don't I just go with you?”
“Dean! Rinse those things out, that's why you can't come with me. Try to find a plastic bag to put them in, too.”
“Oh!” Dean said, and took his clothes over to the sink.
“Good boy, see you downstairs.”
Dean got down to the rental car agency just as Roman was coming out. He rushed to help with their luggage; Roman didn't look merely tired anymore, he looked exhausted.
“Want me to drive to the hotel?” Dean asked, as they waited outside for their car.
“Nah, I'm good,” Roman said, and stifled a yawn.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, we're only going down the street.”
The car pulled up, a gray Hyundai Sonata, and Roman took possession of it from the valet while Dean loaded their bags in the back, careful to keep his wet thing separate.
Roman pulled into a convenience store parking lot.
“What are we getting?” Dean asked. “I wonder if they have fresh coffee.”
“Seriously, Dean?” Roman asked, and shook his head. “The last thing you need is coffee. You'll piss all over the place. Probably won't even make it to the hotel with dry pants.”
“Over there?” Dean asked, and pointed to the Holiday Inn Express across the street. He opened the door for Roman. There was indeed coffee brewing, and Dean couldn't resist, even though he knew, or maybe because he knew, it would irk Roman.
After he fixed himself a cup, he looked around for Roman and found him in an aisle. He had a small bottle of Tide and when he saw Dean had gotten coffee, he threw it at him. Dean managed to catch it without spilling the coffee.
“Brat,” Roman said. “I'm glad you're here. Since you've had...such a hard day, I think we need to take some precautions.”
Dean looked at what was on the shelf, and realized Roman was going to make him wear a diaper, punishment for his accidents. “It won't happen again, I swear.”
Roman ignored that. “Not a huge selection, but you should be able to fit these.” He picked up a package, and turned it towards Dean.
Dean couldn't help but laugh. The diapers were of the pull up variety, made for older boys who wet the bed. He had to admit they were appropriate; he was an older boy, a bad boy, who wet the bed. They came in two designs, monster trucks and blue camo, and there was a picture of a smiling blonde boy of about twelve on the package, dressed in his pjs.
“Come on, let's go.” Roman tucked the package under his arm and headed for the counter.
Roman let Dean drive the half-block to the hotel while he shoved his purchase in his carry on. He wouldn't make Dean parade through the halls with the package, he wasn't a jerk. Who knew who they could run into, practically the whole company was staying there. Somewhere there was a party, or several, going on.
Dean dropped off travel-weary Roman at the front. He dragged himself through the door and began the process of getting his key card.
Dean met him, bless his heart, with all of their bags. He got checked in, too. “I left my coffee in the car,” he said, as they waited for the elevator.
“Oh, what a tragedy,” Roman replied, and yawned. He was so tired he was feeling a little nauseated.
“It's okay, I can run back down for it.”
“Do you mind running back to that little store?”
“Sure, if you'll dig up some trees,” Dean agreed.
“I'll call my cousins.”
“What did you want from the store?”
“Protein. I'm not feeling so good. How much did you want?”
“Whatever I can get, but no more than a quarter, I hate flushing leftovers.”
In their room, Dean set their bags down and headed back out. Roman texted Jey, who could fortunately part with an eighth, and shuffled down to his room in his socks. He did the transaction, and stayed to match one. When he finally got back up to his room, he found Dean sitting on the floor outside the door.
“Oh, thank goodness you're finally here!” Dean got up, and began potty dancing. “I forgot my phone, and my key card, and I need to pee so bad I leaked a little in my ring jeans!”
Roman looked down. “I'd say that's more than just a little,” he told Dean, and laughed because he was high.
“Hurry up, Roman,” Dean urged, as Roman searched his pockets for the key card.
“Sorry, bro,” Roman apologized. He finally located the key card.
“Come on, I'm peeing my pants!” Dean held himself and watched the wet spot spread. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”
Roman got the room unlocked, and Dean rushed inside to the restroom, leaving a trail of piss in his wake. Roman brought in the bag of convenience store food, and Dean's latest cup of coffee. It was nearly empty, no wonder he needed to pee so badly.
He sat down at the table and began to eat, and listened to Dean pissing. He hadn't taken time to shut the door. He didn't piss very long, Roman guessed most of it had ended up in his pants. He was right, Dean came from the restroom, and his jeans were wet all the way down. Even the front of his tucked-in wifebeater was wet. His hard on was clearly outlined in the wet denim. He was very sexy, and Roman got hard, too.
“Better clean that up, bro,” Roman said, and gestured at the trail.
Dean nodded, and feigned shame and disbelief at what he'd done. “I can't believe I peed in my ring clothes. I gotta call Seth and tell him, he'll love it.”
“First you clean up your mess, you hot, wet thing.” Roman told him, and discretely squeezed his cock under the table.
Dean used his wifebeater to clean up his naughty trail. Roman watched with approval. As the food began to work in his body, he began to feel better. He lazily fondled himself, and half-listened to Dean talk to Seth on the phone. Then Dean hurried over to Roman's side, smiling and giggling.
“You're on speaker, tell Roman what you just told me.”
“I had an accident.” Seth's most submissive voice came from Dean's phone.
Roman raised an eyebrow at happy, lovey-dovey Dean, and asked: “Just now?”
“Before bed,” Seth replied. “I was playing a game, and I thought I could hold it until I finished the mission, but it took longer than I'd thought. I finished the mission pretty dry, but... Well, I knew I wasn't going to make it to the bathroom in time, not on my crutches, so I just went in my sweats.”
“Dirty boy,” Roman teased.
Dean laughed. “Dirty little fucker.” He turned the speaker off, and put in back to his face. “Now honey are you sure-” Dean walked into the bathroom, and shut the door to continue his conversation with his boyfriend in private. A few minutes later, Roman heard the shower running.
He rose from his place at the table and went to his larger suitcase. He pulled out a pair of red plaid lounge pants and changed into them. His boxer briefs were rather sticky.
Dean came from the bathroom, a towel around his hips. His face was drawn, worried. “Is something wrong?” Roman asked, concerned. He sat up in bed.
Dean sighed, and sat down on the bed.
“Hey, no wet towels on the bed, bro.”
Dean pulled the towel off and settled back down on the foot of the bed naked.
“Want a beer?” Roman asked.
Dean nodded. Roman went to fridge and got him a bottle of Miller High Life. “Thank you.”
Roman settled down beside him. “Now what's wrong?”
“I'm worried about Seth being alone. Not that I think he can't do for himself, because I know he can. I'm worried he's going to try to do too much too soon and totally fuck his recovery. And, I really, really miss him. All I could think about all day was how he should be here with us. Fuck, I miss him so bad.” Dean began to cry.
Roman's big brother instincts were naturally stirred. He rubbed Dean's shoulders and patted his back. “I know you miss him,” Roman said, and snugged him. “But before you know it, it'll be Tuesday night, and you'll be on a plane back to him. You know how fast Mondays and Tuesdays go, because we're so busy.”
Dean nodded, and sniffled. He was embarrassed he'd been so emotional, but he'd been unable to control it. He realized he was tired. He just wanted to be home, curled up with Seth, but Roman's comfort did soothe him.
“Ready for bed?” Roman asked.
“Mhmm,” Dean replied, and stifled a yawn. He got up and went to his bags. He pulled on another WWE t-shirt, “$9.99”, and a pair of sweats. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”
Roman smiled. “Of course. But you have to put on a pull up, first.”
Dean pouted. “I won't wet the bed.”
“We don't want to take chances,” Roman said, and went to his carry on to get Dean a pull up. “Camo or trucks?”
Dean shrugged. “Surprise me.” Why did it seem like everyone wanted him in diapers lately? Well, not everyone, but two people within a month or two.
Roman handed him a camo pair. “Want help?”
Dean laughed. “No, I'm a big boy.”
“That remains to be seen,” Roman teased, as he watched Dean pull on the Goodnites. They fit him well. “There, now don't you look cute?”
Dean was surprised. The pull up was actually almost comfortable, unlike the diaper Naomi had forced him into, after spilling water into his crotch while he slept in the car. He posed in the mirror, and had to admit he did look kind of cute. He could probably wear a Goodnites under his ring jeans (which he still had to wash) and no one would notice. But, it was bedtime. He climbed in under the covers with his Shield brother in pull up and t-shirt.
“Do you need to go potty before bed?” Roman asked.
Dean shook his head. “Uh-uh, I just went when I was in the shower.” He snuggled against Roman.
“That was at least a half-hour ago,” Roman replied. “And, you drank a lot of coffee tonight, and a beer just now. Don't you think you ought to try again?”
“No, I'm good.”
“Okay...” Roman said, doubtfully, and turned out the light. |
Chapter 7 – Monday Morning in Seattle
Dean's bladder woke him early. He wondered what time it was. The room was still dark; only the haziest light was suggested behind the closed vertical blinds. He was being spooned by Roman, and was reluctant to get up out of the warmth of the warm, cozy bed. Maybe he could delay, and go back to sleep for at least a couple more hours; he didn't need to pee too badly. He shifted about into a more comfortable position, and dozed back off.
When he awoke again, the need was more urgent; he was about to wet the bed. Roman was still spooning him, and had also thrown one of his legs over both of Dean's. Roman was still very deeply asleep, his breathing slow and even, and Dean didn't want to wake him. His hands automatically went down to hold his cock, and he realized he was still wearing the Goodnites. He could let it go, and the bed would remain dry, that was the point, wasn't it?
Dean began peeing in the pull up, and felt it growing in size as it absorbed the hot pee and kept it close to his body. Before he was done, he noticed, in horror, that the pull up was saturated. His pee was running right out, wetting the bed and Roman's pjs. Dean managed to stop peeing, even though it really hurt, but the puddle in the bed kept growing deeper and wider. Roman, still fast asleep and holding Dean tight, was wetting the bed, hardcore. There appeared to be a mattress cover on, since the pee wasn't going anywhere, so Dean let go of the rest.
Now he was hard. He waited in the puddle for a little while for Roman to wake up. When he didn't right away, Dean tried squirming out of the diaper, and Roman awoke with a start. He immediately noticed what he'd done, and blushed, at a loss for words.
Finally: “I was having one of those piss dreams. I was at a big family party at my uncle's place, and I really needed to piss, but every restroom I found had a line. I tried finding a place outside to go, but there were people everywhere. I saw some kids leave the hot tub, so I took off everything but my drawers, jumped in, and pissed. Guess I actually did.”
“Mhmm, you must have really had to go bad.” Dean rolled over to face Roman, and touch his wet pj bottoms. “You peed a lot.”
Roman nodded. He was feeling embarrassed about having an accident. That kind of stuff didn't happen to him, aside from one time in college, he'd never wet his bed, not even as a kid. “I can't believe I did that; I never wet my bed before, not on accident, anyway. I can only remember having one accident as a kid.”
“Care to share?” Dean asked.
Roman looked down at what he'd done. “Why not... I was at a big family party at a hall we'd rented, I think I was nine or ten. I held it too long because I was playing Mortal Kombat. Then, I forgot where the restroom was, and knew I didn't have time to look around for it. Feeling like a total ass, I begged my bro to help me find the restroom, and he took me out in the hallway and pointed out the men's room, all the way down at the end. I actually started crying and told my bro I wasn't going to make it. He was all like 'What do you want me to do about?' I ran for the restroom, and I made it there. But, I'd tied the drawstring on my basketball shorts too tight; they were a hand-me-down from my bro, and I couldn't pull them down or undo the knot before I pissed myself right in front of the row of urinals. I was alone, and I started cleaning up the puddle with handfuls of paper towel. I didn't want anyone to find out.”
“And then?” Dean encouraged.
“I got caught. Jimmy and Jey's dad, came in, but he didn't yell at me or laugh or anything. He helped me. He told me to throw my underwear in the garbage, rinsed my shorts, and dried them under the hand dryer while I waited in a stall. He didn't tell my parents, or anyone else, but I still felt a little...uneasy for the rest of the night.” Roman finished, feeling the same way now, because he'd wet the bed. “I'd be the biggest hypocrite in the world if I punished you for wetting the bed.”
Dean knew Roman was feeling a little ashamed about having wet the bed. “I won't think you're a hypocrite if you punish me. I wasn't even asleep when I did it,” he admitted. “I was just being lazy, and I wanted to try peeing in the diaper, since everyone seems to think I need one. Well, everyone except Seth, who just wants me to pee my pants, or on him. Speaking of, I should call him.”
“In a little while,” Roman told him. “Let's enjoy this mess we've made.” The shame had faded. Even though what he'd done was completely unplanned, it was very hot all the same. End result, a sexy puddle in the bed. Why not enjoy it? He slid his wet lounge pants off, and ripped the pull up off Dean.
Dean turned into Roman's strong, warm, slippery-wet embrace. They kissed and humped in the puddle, skin soft-slick from the piss. Even in the non-privacy of the hotel room, Roman got very loud as the pleasure built.
“And you say I don't know how to be quiet,” Dean teased, as he stroked Roman's perfect cock.
“Don't...be...a brat...Dean,” Roman panted. Dean's handling of his cock had certainly improved from last night; he'd clearly been paying attention when Seth had taken over. He did so well handling the scepter of the Roman Empire that before long, Dean was drinking Roman's cum.
Roman held him tight in his afterglow. Dean was still hard as a rock, and wanted to cum, too, but he was content to enjoy the closeness with Roman, and his affection. Distantly, Dean heard the three of them doing the Shield intro, and realized he'd left his phone on the bathroom sink the night before. He'd only assigned that ringtone to two people, his Shield brothers, and since he was with Roman, he knew it was Seth, probably calling to say good morning. He would call him back. He snuggled closer to Roman, and pressed his hard on against Roman's hip.
Roman smiled at him, but then his phone, on the night table, rang, too. He looked over at it. “It's Seth.” He slid his finger across the screen. “Hey, bro, how's it going over there?”
“Roman,” Seth began, and cleared his throat. “Do you-” Seth's voice cracked, and Roman realized he was crying. “-know where Dean is?”
“Yes, he's right here, we're just waking up. What's wrong?” Roman sat up, and so did Dean, alarmed.
“I want Dean,” Seth managed to gasp, before helplessly sobbing.
Dean had heard that, even though the phone wasn't on speaker, and nearly tore it from Roman's hand. “Honey, I'm here, I left my phone in the bathroom last night and I didn't hear it... They WHAT?”
Dean jumped out of bed, picked up last night's towel, and dried off with it. He was so angry about whatever had upset Seth so much that he was shaking. He yanked on briefs, jeans, and a t-shirt. “I'm coming home...” he told Seth. “Yes I can... Fuck the show... Fuck this job!...” Now he was crying, too.
It was killing Roman not to know what was going on. It had to be big; Dean really was preparing to leave with tears rolling down his handsome face. To his frustration, Roman couldn't infer anything from Dean's end of the conversation. After a few more endless minutes, Dean said “I love you,” to Seth, and handed Roman his phone back.
“What the hell is going on?” Roman asked. “You can't just go home.”
Dean shook his head furiously. “The hell I can't. Seth needs me.”
“Dean, please tell me what happened,” Roman asked, gently.
“The Authority sent Seth a present. Not flowers, not candy, but a houseboy! And guess who it is...oh, you'll never guess, but go ahead, guess!”
Roman was still getting over the shock that his employers would send a person as a present, but maybe Seth and Dean had the gesture wrong; maybe they sent the guy to give Seth a hand around the house when Dean wasn't there. “Hey,” he said, gently, “it could be a good thing; Seth could probably use a hand around the house while you're on the road.”
“That's what I thought at first.” Dean marched into the bathroom and grabbed his phone. It was nearly dead. “Fuck!” He unzipped his carry on, dumped it out on the bed, and fished out his charger. He jammed it into a socket. “Can I use your phone or laptop? I need to find plane tickets.”
Roman got out of bed, and dried himself off with the same towel Dean had used and thrown on the floor. He pulled on yesterday's sweats and went to his bags. But, instead of pulling out his laptop, he pulled out toothpaste and a toothbrush, and went into the bathroom. Dean realized he hadn't brushed his own teeth, nasty. He hadn't had coffee, either, and if he didn't soon, he would get a splitting headache. He decided he'd better go down to the convenience store.
When Roman emerged from the bathroom, teeth brushed and 'fro tamed, he saw Dean had gone, but had left everything behind. Coffee run, Roman thought. He wondered if he ought to call Seth. Seth was so submissive Roman had a feeling he had no idea how to handle his houseboy, whomever it was. Roman was quite curious about that, as well. Dean had invited him to guess, but had forgotten to tell him. So, he thought. He knew the inner workings of the company very well, and he had heard whispered rumors among the elite during Seth's title reign. If they were to be believed, Seth was a very important person to both Stephanie and Hunter, and not just in the ring. They would totally send a guy who wanted a push to go be Seth's houseboy, particularly if they didn't like him. A lot of names popped into Roman's head; who didn't want a push? Maybe someone from NXT who wanted to move up, or even a guy who'd been around awhile, but didn't get TV time; it could be anyone.
Dean came in with two cups of coffee, and joined Roman at the table. “I didn't put half and half in yours this time,” he handed Roman a big foam cup. “I remembered.”
“Thank you.” Roman took a sip. Nice and strong. He wanted very badly to ask Dean who the houseboy was, but couldn't. He didn't want to upset Dean any more than he already was.
They sipped their coffees, not looking at each other. Finally, as if Dean could read Roman's thoughts, he sighed. “The Miz,” he said, bitterly. “The motherfucking Miz.”
Roman imagined he must look like someone had just told him that scientists had discovered that the moon was indeed made of cheese, but he was frozen in shock. No wonder why Dean was so upset. His lover was in the so-called care of the most hated man in wrestling entertainment. “Oh, man, bro...” was all he could say.
“Now you know why I have to go. Can I please use your laptop?” Dean asked again.
“Dean, you can't just leave. You'll get canned, and possibly sued for failing to fulfill your contract.” Roman said gently, and got up to put his hands on Dean's shoulders. “Seth can handle Miz,” he added, though he wasn't sure that was true. In a match or a fight, sure, but in this weird setting, sub Seth might be at a disadvantage.
Dean turned into Roman's embrace. |
Chapter 8 – Seth's Houseboy
It had been two hours since the Miz had shown up on his doorstep, ringing the bell the whole time it took Seth to come to the door, and Seth was still furious. He hated the Miz, everyone hated the Miz because he was a total dick. When Stephanie (Seth no longer thought of her as Mistress since she'd stripped him of his title) called to make sure her “gift” had arrived, Seth practically begged her to take the Miz back. Coolly, Stephanie replied that it was business. The Miz wanted a a push, and if Seth wanted to be pushed when he returned, he would use Miz as a houseboy. It was time for “Sethie” to put on his big boy pants and learn how to be dominant.
Seth had no interest in being dominant, or Miz, but he had to have that push. He wished Dean were here, he would know just how to handle the situation, and Seth already missed him terribly, anyway. But, he knew that Dean wouldn't really pull a no-show, he wouldn't be coming home to save him, not until early Wednesday morning, so he would have to establish control over Miz himself, and he had no idea where to begin.
Stephanie had told him Miz would help him out, but since Seth had barked at him to get the hell away from him, Miz had been upstairs in Seth's suite. It was noon, and he still hadn't appeared to see about Seth's lunch.
Seth folded the page in the book he'd been half-reading while he fumed to mark his place, and hobbled to the kitchen to see about lunch himself. He microwaved the rest of last night's chicken enchiladas and sat down at the counter to eat. He looked at the clock. Dean and Roman would be practicing at the arena now.
The smell of food brought Miz downstairs just as Seth was finishing up. Seth couldn't believe the audacity of the man. Miz had raided his closet, and was wearing his favorite suit. Seth was irate.
“I can't fucking believe it. Putting on my suit like you could fill my shoes... Motherfucker, you couldn't even fill the footprints on my fucking birth certificate!”
Miz ignored that, and eyed Seth's empty plate. “You didn't save me any?”
“Fuck no, you're supposed to be cooking for me, houseboy, not the other way around.” Seth hoped his voice sounded stronger than he felt. Slipping into character helped, but he was still unfamiliar with establishing control, and he had a damn good feeling that fucking Miz knew that, and would challenge him even more because of it. “Take care of my dishes.” Seth got on his crutches, and left the kitchen.
Miz followed him to the bathroom, and jumped in front of Seth to block the door. Seth, whose bladder had begun to loosen in anticipation of being emptied, was not amused. “Move.”
Miz stood steadfast in the doorway, arms crossed. “Not until you apologize for the way you treated me.”
“For the way I treated you? Are you fucking serious?” Seth asked, as his bladder throbbed. He had been drinking a lot of water all day, planning to work out off and on. He had to ignore the need for now. If Miz knew how badly he wanted to piss, he'd only use it against him.
“I am a A-list celebrity, and a WWE veteran, a champion many times over. I'm a hot Hollywood actor in demand, and you should not only respect me, but also admire me.”
“You're my houseboy,” Seth replied flatly. “Nobody in the locker room likes you, and I'd bet no one in Hollywood does, either. Take off my suit, you look stupid in it.”
“I look far better in this suit than you ever did, or will.”
Seth couldn't ignore his bladder any longer, being so close to relief made it impossible. It was either piss on Miz, or piss himself, and while the latter wouldn't help him gain control of Miz, the former just might. “Take it off,” he ordered.
“Make me.”
“Take it off,” Seth repeated. “You're about to become my personal urinal.”
“I think I'll leave it on,” Miz replied, and cockily smoothed the lapels. “You won't piss on me while I'm wearing your suit.”
Seth propped his left crutch against the wall. “The hell I won't. That's what dry cleaning's for.” He took a few steps back, took out his cock, and used it to relieve himself all over Miz.
Seth shivered, closed his eyes, and sighed with relief. He thought for sure Miz would, at the very least, step out of the line of fire, but to Seth's astonishment, he just stood there and took that deluge of Seth's piss. When he was finally done, Seth tucked his now nearly-hard cock back into his workout shorts.
“Now do you want to take my suit off?”
Miz was still frozen, apparently shocked. “I can't believe you-”
“When you gotta go, you gotta go. Believe that, as Roman would say.” Seth picked his crutch back up.
“You pissed all over me, and the floor-”
“I really needed a piss, you were keeping me from the only restroom I have easy access to.” Seth turned and went to the den, where his workout equipment was.
Miz shed Seth's wet suit and was following him in a pair of black bikini briefs that reminded Seth of a pair he'd worn years ago, during one of his Cyber Fights matches. Marek had been his opponent rather than his “tag team” partner in that one. Suddenly, Seth wanted to giggle as he remembered another match, tagging with Marek, and before the match, Marek said something about their opponent to the tune of: Let's get him! He doesn't even have a big, sexy cock like we do, Tyler.
Seth spun around and looked down at Miz in his underwear, and played his twinky, but haughty Cyber Fights character. “You don't even have a big, sexy cock like mine,” he said, and stroked his bulge for effect (thinking about Marek, and Cyber Fights had him at full-mast). “Go clean up that mess, boy.”
“I'm not a boy!”
Seth lowered himself to a weight bench, and picked up a dumbbell. “You're my houseboy. My servant. My bitch. Go clean up your mess-”
“My mess?”
“Don't you dare fucking interrupt me!” Seth snapped, calling upon his Authority character this time. “You haven't earned the right to ask jackassy questions! But, yes, it is your mess, houseboy, so go clean it up. You'll find what you need in the pantry. Then, take my suit to the cleaners.”
Miz opened his mouth, clearly about to object.
“If you want that push, houseboy, you'll do as I say. You know I'm very tight with Steph and Trips, and if I tell them I'm displeased with you, it's very possible you'll never be on TV again.”
Miz blanched, but he was still punchy. “You're not the only one who can kiss ass, Seth. And, everybody's seen your dick.”
“No, I'm not the only one who can kiss ass. But, I'm younger, more charismatic, more talented, better looking, better on the mic, more over with the fans even though I'm a heel, I sell more merchandise, and my dick's bigger than yours. As long as you're under my roof, you'll do as I say.”
“Whatever!” Miz snapped, and walked away.
Seth set down the weights and listened. After a moment, he heard his houseboy open the pantry. He could hear things being removed, the sink turning on, so Seth felt confident he could return his attention to his workout.
Miz came back to the den just as Seth finished his special leg exercises. He had showered and dressed in a fall sweater and dress pants ensemble. “I'm going to need your car keys if you want me to take your suit to the cleaners.”
Seth got up and slowly made his way to the guest room; his knee was bothering him now. Miz followed. The room was decorated with memorabilia from Seth's ten year-long career, huge framed photos, awards, belts, his MIB briefcase. Seth felt weird sleeping being watched by himself, but he was glad Dean hadn't taken anything down or put anything away to make room; his houseboy was quietly awed.
Dean had added something, however. He had bought a folding frame, put two pictures in it, and had given it to Seth in the hospital, as a symbol of their long friendship and love. The first, older picture was of the two of them back in FCW, before a match during their feud. They were breaking kayfabe; their arms were around each others shoulders, and they were smiling for whoever was taking their picture, Seth could no longer remember. The second picture was from their Shield days, they were in the ring, and-
“Hey isn't Roman supposed to be in this picture?” Miz asked, and picked the folding frame up from Seth's night table.
“Put that down!” Seth snapped, irritable from the pain, and Miz touching his stuff without permission.
“Yeah, Roman is supposed to be in this pic, I've seen this one in a million thumbnails,” Miz mused, but he did set it down, and looked around the room, thoughtfully.
Seth could guess what Miz was pondering as his eyes settled on the two dressers, and a pair of slippers at each side of the bed. He would find out anyway, once Dean arrived on Wednesday morning, which to Seth still felt like an eternity away.
“So that's where the dresser from the upstairs bedroom went,” Miz said. “I was wondering about that.”
“Easier for me to not have to climb stairs right now.” Seth sat down on the bed. When Miz left, he'd take a nap. Tolerant, he allowed Miz to open the closet to reveal a few dressier items of Dean's wardrobe, and his face brightened when he recognized a unique sport coat Dean had worn to a company party last year.
“So,” Miz began, “the Shield is really just you and Dean, isn't it?”
Seth rolled his eyes. “No, dumb ass, the Shield was, is, and forever will be Roman, me, and Dean.” He nodded at a picture on Dean's night table. “That's the Shield, our debut night.” It had not been Seth's debut in WWE, however. He had wrestled in a dark match, prior to a Smackdown taping, as Tyler Black. That was also captured in a backstage photo, now hanging on the wall. “My debut,” Seth pointed, “in WWE.”
But, Miz wasn't interested in Seth's debut. He opened the top drawer in the dresser Dean used, and wrinkled his nose at the common cotton. He picked up a pair of tighty-whities and scowled at them. “Nice undergarments, Seth.”
“They're Dean's,” Seth informed him. “And, he looks hot in them.”
Miz broke into a smile. “So you and Dean are...”
“In love,” Seth said, impatiently. “We're living together, and he'll be here Wednesday morning.” Seth dug the keys out of Dean's night table drawer and handed them to Miz.
“Oh, that's so cute!” Miz exclaimed, cheesily, but Seth detected no teasing in his voice. He looked at the double-frame again. “You guys make a beautiful couple... Now, I looked up cleaners, and found one nearby called Candy Dry Cleaning. Is that okay, or is there another you use?”
Seth stretched out on the bed. “Candy's is fine.” He grabbed his wallet from the drawer in his night table and pulled out a ten. “Stop at Murphy's and get me a raspberry malt, too.”
“Okay,” Miz said, and took the ten.
“You should get one, too. Murphy's custard is amazing.” Seth found himself smiling, despite his throbbing knee. “Since you've done such a good job cleaning up my piss, I'll even treat. You can take it out of that ten.”
“Thanks.” Miz shrugged, and left.
Seth swallowed some Tylenol, and cuddled Dean's pillow. Dean had misted it with his cologne before leaving. Seth breathed deep his scent, and missed him. As Seth drifted off to sleep, a few tears soaked into the pillow.
Seth hadn't been sleeping long when his phone woke him. Like Dean, he used their Shield intro as a ringtone for his brothers (Roman used the same factory-default ringtone for everyone), so he knew it was either Dean or Roman. Groggily, Seth grabbed his phone. Dean.
“Hey babe,” Seth answered. “How's work?”
“Not the same without you,” Dean replied. “I miss you so much.”
“Same here, Wednesday morning feels like a year away. I can't wait until you're home,” Seth said, carefully. He missed Dean so badly that hearing his voice made him want to cry.
“Is Miz behaving himself?” Dean asked.
“I guess he is, now, anyway. He's dropping off my dry cleaning, and picking me up a malt.”
“Your dry cleaning?” The smile came through in Dean's voice. “Something happen? A little accident?”
Seth giggled. “No, an on-purpose. All over fucking Miz, who had the balls to raid my closet and put on my favorite suit. He had the audacity to block the restroom, so I decided to use him, instead.”
Dean laughed. “Oh my god! What did he do?”
“Just stood there and took it. I don't know if he was in shock or enjoying it or what. Afterwards, he still tried playing the asshole, but I put him in his place, and he cleaned up and all.”
“Good,” Dean said, genuinely relieved. “I have a confession, my love. Roman pulled some strings, and got Miz's number for me. I didn't have a chance to call him until half an hour ago. I really laid into him, but I guess I didn't have to, he already seemed pretty subdued. Now I know it was because of you. I'm so proud of you, Seth.”
“It was easy, once I called upon my ring persona. What did you tell him, anyway?”
“I told him I was going to be there Wednesday morning to make his life a living hell, or something along those lines. I was really on a rant, so I don't remember all that spewed out, but it was pretty ugly. Can't have anyone disrespecting my guy!”
“When I told him we were in love, and living together, he didn't seem too surprised. He said we made a beautiful couple.”
“Oh, Seth, I love you so much.” Dean was overcome with emotion, and his voice cracked.
“I love you, too. I wish you were here.”
“Me too, honey. Nothing is the same without you,” Dean echoed his sentiment from earlier. “I'll be back around ten on Wednesday, if everything goes on schedule.”
“Oh, I can't wait!” Seth whined.
“We'll get through it. I gotta run, though, our lunch is here.”
“Okay my love.”
“I'll call you before RAW. Are you going to watch?”
Seth was torn on that. He really wanted to see Dean, but not so much what was going on with his title; a tournament of sorts that would culminate in Dean versus Roman, with Roman to win. “Maybe just your segments,” Seth replied.
Dean giggled. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
They hung up, and Seth didn't get a chance to nod back off before there was a soft knock on the door. “Seth? It's me,” Miz said.
“Come in.” Seth propped himself up in bed as Miz came in with two malts. Raspberry for Seth, salted caramel for himself.
“Your suit will be ready by six; I'll pick it up after dinner.” Miz handed Seth his malt.
“Thank you, houseboy,” Seth said, and sipped his malt. “Mmm.”
“What would you like for dinner tonight?” Miz asked. “And when do you want to eat?”
“Dean made and froze a bunch of casseroles, soups, and other stuff before he left. Every portion is big enough for two meals, and everything's labeled, with instructions, so you can just pick whatever you'd like from the freezer. I like a lot of water with my meals, and a large glass of milk with dinner. Cloth napkins; you'll find a big stack on the shelf beside the dishwasher. No need to set the dining room table, we'll just eat at the counter. Any time between five and six is fine.”
“Okay,” Miz replied, obediently. “Oh, your change!” He dug in his pocket.
“Keep it, you've been a good houseboy,” Seth told him, generously. “Feel free to take a break, too. After I finish this, I want to nap for a couple hours, maybe until dinner, so keep it quiet. And, keep your ass out of my closet!” |
Chapter 9 - Seth's Struggles
When Seth awoke, both his knee and his bladder were throbbing. His workout shorts were wet; he'd begun wetting the bed and could barely fight the urge to keep going. He wasn't going to make it to the restroom, not on his crutches; he had to hold himself to keep more piss from spurting out. He looked about frantically for anything he could find relief in, but Miz had apparently been in while he was sleeping, and had removed the empty malt cup, and plugged Seth's phone into its charger.
Seth realized he had no choice but to call Miz for help. “Houseboy!”
No response. Seth knew that depending on where his houseboy was in the condo, he may not be able to hear him. He tried again. “Houseboy!”
“Please, Miz,” he added quietly, and whimpered as his bladder cramped painfully. Seth was unable to handle it, a big gush of piss escaped. “Fuck! HOUSEBOY!”
Miz came bursting through the door, wearing ridiculous medieval-syle white silk pajamas. “I'm sorry, I was sleeping, and I guess-”
“Don't worry about it,” Seth said, quickly. “Just get me something to piss in.”
“I can help you to the restroom.”
“It's too late for that. Just get me something now!” Seth snapped, trying to hide his embarrassment, but he couldn't keep himself from blushing.
Miz seemed to find Seth's panic contagious. He looked around the room. “Um...uh...”
“Anything!” Seth urged. “Please!” He wanted to kick himself for saying please to his houseboy, but it did get Miz moving. “Hurry up!”
Miz's slippered feet pattered quickly down the hall, but it was too late. Another cramp seized Seth, and he was completely helpless to stop the flood. At least the mattress was protected, but what would Miz say?
He was about to find out. Miz was there, bucket in hand, and upon finding Seth had pissed himself, the color went from his face. He was scared. “I'm so sorry, Seth!” His voice was tight with fear. “I didn't mean to sleep so long, I'm sorry.”
Seth saw the Miz thought he would be punished. He didn't really want to punish Miz, though. Aside from his initial sass, he'd been a good houseboy. “It's not your fault, houseboy. I should've taken a piss before I passed out. I drank a lot of water today.”
“But how long were you calling me for?” Miz asked, nervously.
“Not long, and only three times. Don't worry about it.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
Seth sat up on the edge of the bed. “Yes. Strip and remake the bed. Just wipe down the mattress cover with soapy water. You'll find fresh fitted sheets in the upstairs hall closet. The rest of the bedding should be okay.”
“Do you want me to help you wash up?”
Seth lowered his wet shorts. “I can manage.” He smiled when he caught Miz looking at his cock with envy. He got on his crutches and went to the bathroom naked to wash up.
When he came back, Miz was washing down the mattress cover. He had laid out Seth's clothes on his night table, just like Seth used to do for Hunter. Miz had chosen for him gray cotton boxer briefs, black sweatpants with white ADIDAS stripes, and a black t-shirt. Seth traded the boxer briefs for a pair of Dean's tighty-whity briefs. He wanted to feel close to him. He finished getting dressed, and sighed.
“Is something wrong?” Miz asked, with alarm. He stopped making the bed and hurried to where Seth stood, staring at another picture on the wall, a group picture of 2014's main roster taken at the Christmas party. They had tried to drunkenly duplicate a publicity shot from earlier that year. Seth was sandwiched between his Shield brothers, mugging haughtily for the camera.
“I miss it,” Seth said, simply. “I've been so fortunate to do what I love, and now I can't do it anymore. It fucking sucks.” Depressed, he headed to the living room to drown his sorrows in video games.
In an hour or so, Miz appeared to tell him dinner was ready, and asked Seth if he wanted it brought in.
“No, I'll come to the kitchen,” Seth told him.
Miz had heated up the white chili in the microwave, and had already dished it up with a garnish of oyster crackers and shredded cheese. He'd remembered the cloth napkins and milk, too.
Seth sat down at the place with the glass of milk at it. Miz left an empty stool between them, and sat down, too. He was wearing the same preppy-metrosexual outfit from earlier, no more billowy silly pajamas. But, his dress pants were suspiciously tented.
Dean's white chili was delicious. Both Seth and Miz enjoyed seconds and thirds as they talked about Seth's injury and surgery, Miz's movies (which Seth had never seen), and pondered whether or not to watch RAW. Seth was surprised; Miz was turning out to not be such bad company after all, and when dinner was over, Miz surprised him with tiramisu custard, Murphy's flavor of the day.
“Thank you houseboy. Fine food, good conversation.” Seth complimented.
Miz blushed, modestly pleased, as he cleared the bowls and silverware, and loaded them into the dishwasher. “Well, I can't really take credit for the food.”
Seth smiled, and finished his third glass of water. He sat back, satisfied, hand on his full tummy. Suddenly, he realized his bladder was full, too. He hobbled as quickly as he could to the restroom, and succeeded in not pissing his pants this time. He'd never had the urge come over him so quickly before. The piss came in a huge, fast gush, as if his body wanted it out as quickly as possible, and it didn't seem like a lot, certainly not as much as he'd held previously, but the need had been very urgent.
“Are you okay?” Miz asked, when Seth returned.
Seth nodded, although he was slightly worried. Maybe the catheter given to him during his surgery, or his habit of holding on too long had given him a bladder infection. He had a follow up appointment Wednesday afternoon, he would mention it to Dr. Shu, unless it was better, or worse, by then. If it got worse, he'd have Miz take him to urgent care or the local ER.
Dean called just before RAW, and Miz politely excused himself and went upstairs to change into his pajamas. Seth told Dean what had happened, that he'd wet the bed, not Miz's fault. Dean was both turned on and concerned, more the latter when Seth told him about the close call after dinner, and his worries about a bladder infection. He assured Dean he'd have Miz take him to a doctor if it got worse. He wished Dean luck, and told him he'd be watching. They said their I-love-yous and hung up.
A few minutes later, Miz came back, wearing another pair of silk pajamas. Black, oriental-style, with a pattern of colorful dragons. Seth approved.
“I bought them when I was in Japan,” Miz said, and spun to allow Seth to admire his fine clothes. “Do you mind if I make popcorn?”
Seth smiled. “Only if you share.”
“Butter?”
“Of course. And light salt.”
Miz departed for the kitchen, and before long, the whole condo smelled snugly of popcorn.
Soon his houseboy reappeared with a big bowl and set it on the table between the two recliners. “Did you want something to drink?”
Seth wondered what would be least irritating to his bladder. “Water, I guess.”
Miz fetched a glass of water for Seth, and iced tea for himself. Seth wished he'd chosen iced tea, too, to hell with his bladder. Water usually calmed his bladder after he'd been drinking, so it might help now, too.
But, it didn't. Seth didn't even make it to the first commercial break before he had to rush to the bathroom. Again, he barely made it in time. When he was done, he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. He didn't look sick, or feel feverish or tired. It didn't hurt when he pissed, he was just doing it way too much. Maybe it wasn't a bladder infection, maybe he'd strained it holding too long, or had eaten or drunk something that was irritating it. He went back out to the living room.
“Are you okay?” Miz asked, after Seth settled back in his recliner.
He might as well share with his houseboy what was up. “I'm pissing like crazy.” He was also blushing like crazy. “I feel okay otherwise, but I've...” He trailed off, and looked down, embarrassed. Miz had seen him have an accident in bed, after all.
Seth was surprised when Miz reached over and patted his hand. “Don't feel bad, you've just had surgery.”
“Yeah, on my knee, not my bladder.”
Miz chuckled a little. “True. But, if those vine videos are any indication, I'd say most adults have an accident from time to time... I did once.” His turn to blush, and look away. “It wasn't in bed, either, it was in public.”
Seth looked up, surprised. “I never heard anything about that.”
“It was like ten years ago. And, it wasn't my fault. I'm sure you've heard about...um...how everyone hated me and kicked me out of the locker room for awhile.”
Seth nodded, and remembered his own start in WWE, with FCW. Rather than the whole roster hating him, he'd hated the whole roster, and had come very close to being fired in his first week. If not for Hunter's intervention, he may very well have been.
“I was traveling with Benoit, Jericho, and some other guys, road trip to our next show, and it was a miserable trip from the start. They taunted me ruthlessly, wrote Dickeater on my forehead and drew cocks on my face with a Sharpie when I fell asleep, and when I really needed to use the restroom, they forced me to hold it. I begged Benoit to pull over, and even started crying at one point, which only made it worse for me.” Miz cleared his throat.
This time, it was Seth who reached out and touched Miz, on his arm, another gesture of comfort. He couldn't believe what Miz had gone through. He could have gone through the same thing had he not listened to Hunter ten years ago. “That's fucked up... I don't even know what to say,” Seth admitted.
“I've never told anyone about that road trip from hell before, not even Maryse. They did eventually have to stop for gas, but at that point, I was in so much pain I felt lightheaded and sick, and all my muscles were shaking, I was trying so hard to hold it, but I just couldn't get to the restroom. The moment I stepped through the door, my bladder just gave out. It was...like that scene from The Exorcist, a torrent of urine, and I had no control over it at all. I backed out of the shop, and walked around to the side of the building, still wetting myself. I sat down and buried my face in my hands as I kept wetting, because I couldn't bear to see if anyone was witnessing what was happening to me. I stayed that way for awhile after I was done, but I knew I had to go back to the car.”
Seth gave him a gentle smile. “Yes, the show must go on.”
Miz nodded. “They ragged the shit out of me, of course. Benoit laughed so hard he threw up. They thought I ought to stay in my wet pants for the rest of the journey, but Jericho kind of stood up for me. He said they were taking it a little too far, and that he didn't want to smell my piss for the next two and a half hours. He gave me my bag from the trunk. After that, things got a little better, I was still banned from the locker room, but nothing like that ever happened again, and no one ever brought it up again.”
Seth could feel his houseboy's lingering pain, even a decade later. He wanted to be a good Master; he did not want Miz to fear him, just respect him. He stroked his houseboy's hair, neck, shoulder, and arm gently. He no longer cared about RAW; Dean's first appearance was over.
Miz took Master's caressing hand, and kissed it softly. He tried to gauge Seth's desires and intentions, but Seth seemed distracted.
He was. He needed to piss, again. He was really getting tired of going to the restroom. He wondered if he could just wait, get beyond the urgency, and it wouldn't be so bad. He let his houseboy kiss and suck his fingers, and tried to fight the urge.
Miz picked up Seth's discomfort. “Are you okay? Does your knee hurt?”
“I could use some Tylenol,” Seth admitted.
Miz rose. “I'll get you some. More water?”
“I think I'll have iced tea this time.”
“Okay, I'll be right back.”
While Miz was busy in the kitchen, Seth tried to find a more comfortable position. His desperation was coming in waves, and Seth rode them out by holding himself and rocking back and forth. He really should go to the restroom, now. Miz returned to find him squirming. He swiftly set down the iced tea and pills.
“Do you want me to help you to the restroom?”
Seth blushed because his houseboy had caught him acting juvenile. Although he knew he could have benefited from Miz's help, Seth told him that he thought he could make it, and got on his crutches. Halfway through the kitchen, another wave of desperation seized him, and he froze, muscles clenched so tight he quivered. Despite his efforts, he was leaking, the crotch of Dean's briefs was soaking wet and warm. He hurried the rest of the way to the toilet, feeling hot piss drip and stream down his legs. He threw a crutch down, and yanked down his sweats, and Dean's briefs. There was only a little dribble of piss left in him by the time he was able to piss properly.
He closed the toilet lid and sat down. He pulled off the wet clothes, and used them to clean up the puddle on the floor in front of the toilet. Miz came in, his face full of sympathy.
“I'll bring you some fresh clothes. And don't you worry about the floor, I'll take care of it.”
Seth washed up. Even though his houseboy hadn't been anything but sweet and sympathetic, he couldn't believe he'd had yet another accident in front of him; he was humiliated. Miz came back with Clorox wipes and the clothes; another pair of sweats, gray Nike ones this time, and another pair of Dean's briefs. Seth was touched Miz had noticed that detail, that he'd taken to wearing Dean's briefs, and he smiled a little. He got dressed while his houseboy wiped up the floor, and rinsed Seth's clothes in the shower.
“The floor is a little slippery, let me help you back to the living room.” Miz took one of Seth's crutches, and replaced it with his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around Seth's waist. “If you fell, Dean would probably kill me. And, I don't know about you, but I don't want to spend the night in the hospital.”
“Um, we might need to go, anyway,” Seth finally said, as Miz settled him in his recliner.
Miz looked at Seth with alarm. “Your knee?”
“My bladder. Something's wrong. I've never had that kind of thing happen to me before.”
“I'll go get dressed. We'll go right away.” Miz dashed upstairs. |
Chapter 10 – Sir
Seth worried he would piss himself on the way to the hospital, even though they were going to the local one, not the one in Chicago, where he'd had his surgery, but he didn't. He had to ask Miz to pull over once, so he could open up his door and write his name in the fallen snow, but he made it the rest of the way to the hospital without incident. Miz dropped him off in front of the ER, and went to park the car. Seth went inside, and up to the front desk. Thankfully, the ER wasn't busy, but the two nurses at the front desk were women, and Seth had to struggle through embarrassment to tell them he thought he had a bladder infection from a catheter during his recent surgery.
Because of his recent surgery, he was wristbanded and taken behind the desk into the triage area right away, and the younger of the two nurses, a redhead who introduced herself as Jewel, took Seth's temperature, blood pressure, pulse, and listened to his heartbeat. She sat down at a computer and began typing as she asked him questions about his surgery, and how his knee had been feeling since, any other operations he'd had, prescriptions or over the counter medications he took, drug/alcohol/tobacco use... Seth needed to pee yet again, and they hadn't even discussed the reason for his visit tonight. But, he just kept on answering questions.
“And let's see...” Jewel looked at the computer as she scrolled with the mouse. “You're here tonight because you think you may have a bladder infection?”
Seth nodded, and blushed. “Yeah.”
“What kind of symptoms have you been having?”
“I have to go urgently, and often.”
“When did this start?” Keys clicking.
“Just after lunch today.” Seth's bladder cramped, and he helplessly winced.
“How often have you been needing to urinate?”
“At least once an hour, but since dinner, even more. The urges are terrible, I actually need to go now, like right now.”
Nurse Jewel opened a drawer. “We're going to need a urine sample.” She slapped a sticker on to a specimen cup and handed it to Seth with a cleansing wipe. “Restroom is just out the curtains and around the corner. Just leave the cup in the cabinet.”
Seth went around the corner, and found the restroom locked, occupied. Oh, fuck. He used a crutch to bang on the door. He felt dangerously close to pissing himself, for the third time in one day. He knocked again, helplessly frantic. “Come on! This is an emergency!”
A male nurse at the nurse's station noticed him. “Sir? There's another restroom down the hall.”
All the way down the hall... Seth began to make his way there, past curtain areas, and he began to leak. He dropped the sample cup and a crutch with a clatter, and grabbed for his disobedient cock, but it was no use. He could do nothing to stop the piss from pouring into Dean's briefs, and running down his legs. “Oh, fuck ME!” He couldn't believe he'd pissed himself in the damn hospital.
Nurse Jewel and the male nurse from the station were there in moments. Seth couldn't even look at them. He was standing in a puddle of piss with telltale dark stripes on his gray sweats. It was worse than having an accident in front of Miz, and Seth wished the floor would open up and swallow him. But, floors never did that. “I'm sorry.”
“It's okay, let's get you to a bed.” The male nurse settled him in a wheelchair. Nurse Jewel gave him his coat, which Seth spread across his lap, and picked up his crutches. Seth was carefully wheeled into a private room rather than a curtain area.
“I've got him, thanks, Jewel,” the male nurse said.
“Thanks, Shane. Hope you feel better soon, Seth.” Nurse Jewel smiled and waved as she left, closing the door behind her.
“I'm Shane, I'll be your ER nurse tonight. I'll get you a gown, and something to wash up with. We'll see what we can find for you to wear home.”
“I have...a friend here. He drove me. He can bring me something from home. He's probably in the waiting area. He gave nurse Shane Miz's name and a brief description.
Nurse Shane left and returned a short while later with a hospital gown and some warmed bed bath wipes. “Your friend is going to bring you some clothes and shoes,” he told Seth, as Seth cleaned up. He gathered Seth's wet shoes, socks, sweats, and Dean-briefs and put them in a white plastic bag, with his skater shoes on top of the pile. He pulled the drawstring closed, and put another sticker on it. Seth felt like a kindergartner who had an accident in class.
Nurse Shane tied Seth's gown for him, and helped him get comfortable. He showed him how to work the TV remote and call button. “We still need a urine sample from you, so I'll bring you some water to speed up the process. Is there anything else you need?”
“No thanks.” Seth said, and turned on the TV to continue watching RAW.
His nurse returned with two foam cups of ice water and set them on his bed table. “I'll come by and check on you in less than an hour,” he promised. “If you need anything before then, just press the call button. We do have a medical student here tonight, he may be involved in your care. He won't be your doctor tonight, he would just take your history and stats, like the nurse in triage did, but if you'd prefer not to see him, that's fine.”
“No, it's okay, I'm all for science.” Seth almost smiled, then remembered what he'd done. “I'm sorry about the mess. I can't believe I did that.”
“Don't worry about it, it wasn't your fault. As far as accidents go around here, yours was minor. I know it may not feel that way to you, and I vow not to let it happen again under my watch.” Nurse Shane smiled, and Seth was able to join in.
“So relax, have some water, and if you need the restroom before you see me again, call me.”
“Okay.” A renegade anti-smoking ad came on, and Seth sucked down the water, which was really more ice than water, through a bendy straw that made him think of childhood birthday parties and cookouts. Fond memories of Gram's German potato salad, fried chicken, and the traditional chocolate cake with white frosting. It had been too long since he'd seen most of his family, too long since he'd really had a break. Was his injury a blessing in disguise?
Just before every ligament in his knee ripped apart, Seth was miserable. He had been doing nothing for months besides busting his ass in the ring every night, and living as the slave of Hunter and Stephanie after the lights went down and the crowds went home. His Master and Mistress abused him and degraded him, no matter what Seth tried to do to make them happy, it was never enough. He was exhausted, to the point he felt half-sick most of the time. He had fallen deeply for Dean, and due to Hunter and Stephanie controlling every aspect of his life, couldn't be with him until he dropped the title. He was almost completely used up, when he saw himself in taped footage, he looked frazzled.
But then, his knee went away, and all of that did, too. As he lay in bed in an Irish hospital, still reeling from the doctors' diagnosis, his owners came in and relieved him of his slave contract, along with his title. Seth had begun sobbing helplessly, Hunter had looked down at him with disgust and shook his head. It wasn't just the loss of his title, the gravity of the entire situation had hit him full force at that point. Hunter and Stephanie had walked out, and Seth cried alone in the dark, his chest and throat aching as he tried not to make any sound.
Presently, a knock on the door of his room in a Davenport ER, and a very young ginger guy stepped in. “Good evening, Mr. Rollins, I'm Simon Marsh, and I'm a medical student. Do you mind if I ask you some questions and take a look at you?”
“Have at it. And you can call me Seth.”
For the second time that night, Seth had his vitals taken, and answered the same health background questions. Simon pulled down Seth's blankets, and looked at the healing incisions from his surgery. “Looks good,” he told Seth. “How have you been feeling post-op?”
“There's been pain, but nothing I can't handle. I haven't taken anything but Tylenol since I've been home, three or four, but only if I really need them. I've been doing my rehab exercises three times a day, and I have a follow up appointment on Wednesday afternoon with my surgeon. Everything was going just great until I wet the bed this afternoon.”
“Have you ever struggled with incontinence before?”
“Not until today. Three times! Including here!” Seth replied, bitterly.
“Any pain or burning?”
“No, just a lot of urgency. Every time I need to go, it's an emergency. And, I need to go again.”
“I'll get your nurse,” Simon told him, and stepped out.
Nurse Shane came quickly, with a plastic-wrapped urinal. “Are you okay just going here? I'd be happy to help you to the restroom, but I figured this might be easier.”
Seth agreed. “Yeah, I don't want to piss myself on the way to the restroom again.”
Nurse Shane handed him a cleansing wipe for the tip of his cock. “I don't want that either, because then I'd be breaking my promise.” He traded the used wipe for the urinal. “Did you want me to step out and give you some privacy?”
“Nah, I'm not shy. And even if I was-” Seth sighed with relief “-I think the urgency would override that.” He handed the urinal back to his nurse. Not much in there for how badly he'd needed to go.
The nurse noted the amount, then poured some off into a sample cup. As he headed out to deliver the sample, Seth heard him apologize to someone, and laugh a little.
“Seth?” Miz stood shyly in the doorway.
“Come in,” Seth called.
Looking shy or nervous, his houseboy entered with a plastic shopping bag. “I brought you some clothes and shoes.” He set the bag down on one of the two empty chairs beside Seth's bed. “How are you feeling?”
“Embarrassed,” Seth replied. “RAW is still on.”
Miz took off his coat and sat down in the other chair. Together, they were only vaguely tuned in to the show. During the main event, a doctor came in with his test results. There was no blood, pus, or bacteria in his urine. The negative results, coupled with his lack of other symptoms, meant he did not have a bladder infection. More likely, his bladder was merely irritated by something he'd had to eat or drink. They gave him a list of foods and drinks to avoid, and told him to follow up with his doctor if things hadn't improved in a few days.
Nurse Shane returned with his discharge papers, and the urinal Seth had used, for his “convenience at home and in the car”. Dean called while Miz was bringing Seth's car around, and Seth told him about the ER visit, and how it had really revealed nothing. Dean seemed somewhat relieved, and Seth continued to reassure him he would be just fine, even as Miz helped him into the car. Wednesday morning seemed like a year away, but really, he only had to get through two more nights and one more day without his boyfriend.
“I'm going to sleep as much as I can while I'm in the air,” Dean said, “so I can spend some time with you before we have to go to your appointment.”
“Oh, honey, if you need to crash out right away when you get here, it's okay. We have all the time in the world.”
“Oh, Seth...” Dean got mushy.
“I love you and I'll see you soon.”
Upon arriving back home, Seth was feeling tired. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed to the guest room. He stripped off his sweats and t-shirt and laid down in Dean's briefs. He hadn't noticed while he'd been hurriedly dressing in the hospital, but this pair was old, washed thin, and stained with either piss or cum. Seth's cock grew hard, demanding. He squeezed and stroked himself through the briefs and moaned.
He longed to send Dean a pic, but due to his scandal earlier in the year, he didn't dare. Instead, he pulled out his big, sexy cock and began to jack off, remembering the night he'd run to Dean's hotel room just so Dean could piss on him. Dean had already pissed his briefs a little before Seth could get there, and... Seth realized the briefs he was wearing right then could be the very same pair. Dean had straddled him, but couldn't get himself out of the briefs before he started pissing. Seth had taken the wet briefs with him, hid them under his pillow, and early the next morning, when he'd woke up hard, he'd wrapped them around himself and shot his load into them. He'd washed them when he got back to the McMahonsion, and even though they were stained, he'd returned them to Dean before a house show.
Seth forced himself to slow the pace of his self-pleasuring, to prolong the ecstasy. He let go of his tingling cock, and panted. Soft knocks on the door. Miz again. “Seth?”
“Five... No, ten minutes,” Seth replied, breathlessly. He wondered if his houseboy knew what he was doing. The thought excited him, and his cock twitched. He took it back into his hand, and precum seeped out. Seth whimpered. Maybe his houseboy was standing right outside, ear pressed tight to the door. Seth cried out louder. He wanted to cum; hell, he needed to cum, but, oh, it felt so good he didn't want it to end. He was so turned on; he had cum in these briefs before, after Dean had wet them, he was about to cum in them again, and his houseboy was potentially listening to him jack off.
He couldn't hold it back any longer. “Mmmmmpf!” He jacked himself frantically, and the pleasure exploded. Cum spurted from his cock, and seeped through the old briefs. “Oh, fuck yeah...” Spent, Seth laid back and closed his eyes. He didn't realize he'd dozed off until Miz came in.
“Seth? Are you okay?”
Startled, Seth bolted up in bed, and a sharp pain bolted through his knee. His cummy briefs were cold and his bladder was full. The combination of the three made him shudder and wince.
Miz, who was wearing those ridiculous renfaire pjs again, looked embarrassed. “I'm so sorry, Seth-”
“Don't be,” Seth told him. “You apologize for what you don't have to.”
“But, I came upon after you...after...um...”
Seth smiled. “We all jack off, Miz.”
Miz smiled, too. “That's true, good point.”
Seth got on his crutches. “I'm going to wash up.”
“Want help?” Miz asked, and Seth thought he detected an eager note in his houseboy's voice.
“Nah, I'm good. But can you bring me four Tylenol and a cup of warm milk?”
“Of course.”
Miz left to do his bidding, and Seth headed to the restroom. To his relief, his bladder seemed to be acting normal. Even though it was quite full, there was no desperate urgency, no cramps. He cleaned off the congealed cum with a washcloth and regretted not sharing the moment with Dean. He should really hold off until Dean was home.
Miz had straightened the bedding and placed the mug of microwaved milk and pills on Seth's night table. The air smelled of lavender night time Febreze, meant to be soothing and ease sleep. Seth hoped he hadn't sprayed Dean's pillow.
“I wasn't sure what you wore to bed, or I would have laid out something for you.” Miz told him.
Seth usually slept nude, but didn't feel like sharing that with his houseboy, though his houseboy had already seen him in all his naked glory several times today alone. Hell, the whole world had seen him naked, and he was naked now. But, he grabbed a pair of gray boxer briefs with maroon trim from his dresser and pulled them on. “Usually just my drawers,” he told his houseboy.
He noticed Miz looked uncomfortable and embarrassed again. Blushing, nervous. Seth was reminded of high school, Miz had transformed into a bumbling boy trying to ask the most popular girl in class to the freshman dance. “Is there something you'd like to ask me, houseboy?” Seth asked, with just a small twist of flirt, as he settled back in bed.
“Um, yes. I was thinking maybe I...um... Well, you might need something in the middle of the night, and I probably won't hear you when I'm asleep upstairs. I was thinking...um...maybe I should stay down here. Like, um, just in case.” Miz finished. His face was so red Seth thought he would have a stroke.
Seth was also amused. Seems his houseboy had grown attached to him. He spotted the source of Miz's discomfort, a wet-spotted bulge in the crotch of his pj bottoms that he tried to hide with the top. But the material was so thin the precum just soaked through both layers of silk. Seth was inspired.
“I think that's a wonderful idea, houseboy,” he began, and Miz looked up in surprise. “But first, go upstairs, change those dirty pajamas, and take care of yourself.” He looked pointedly at the hard-on Miz was trying so hard to conceal.
“Yes, Sir,” Miz replied and hurried away.
Seth sipped his milk, pleased with himself. His houseboy had finally called him “Sir”. In the course of a day, he'd figured out how to become dominant over Miz, and now had him in his place.
Miz returned with another mug of warm milk. He'd changed his pjs for tight, black boxer briefs, and he wore them well. He'd apparently taken care of the other problem Seth had ordered him to address, as well. He was much more at ease.
“Gather anything I might need during the night, like the Tylenol and an extra bottle of water,” Seth instructed.
“Yes, Sir. Do you want the pain pills, too?”
Seth's knee had been troubling him, a constant throb, but he could handle it. “Just the Tylenol. And, bring your own pillow.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Seth moved Dean's pillow over to his side of the bed, and buried his face in it. The smell of Dean's cologne was still there, barely. Miz returned with more items, and climbed into bed beside Seth. “Is there anything else you need, Sir?”
Seth shook his head. “No, Miz. Thank you for your help today.” He clicked off the bedside lamp.
Miz smiled in the dark. “You're welcome, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to serve you.”
Seth tousled his houseboy's hair the same way Hunter had tousled his on the rare occasions he'd felt affection for Seth. “Good night, Miz.”
“Good night, Sir.”
Seth couldn't sleep. Miz wasn't Dean, and lying beside him, it was more obvious than ever. He smelled different, and his rhythm of breathing wasn't the same. Seth wondered what Dean was doing now; the night was still young on the West coast. He held the pillow tight, trying to find comfort in Dean's scent, but all it did was remind him Dean wasn't there. Sleep had not come easy yesterday, it was not coming easy tonight, and he still had one more night like this one to go through...just great.
Miz was keenly aware of his Master's restlessness. He sat up in bed and turned towards Seth. “Can't sleep, Sir?”
Seth shook his head. “I miss Dean.”
Miz's hands sought to comfort; he gently stroked Seth's neck and shoulders. “I know, Sir. It's very hard to be away from those we love.”
Seth nodded in agreement. “It's hardest at night.”
“Do you want me to make you some Sleepytime Tea?”
“Nah, tea is on the Seth-can't-have-it list.”
“Let me try something else then,” Miz said. “Relax. Close your eyes.”
Seth put his trust in his houseboy, and soon he felt hands tenderly touching him, fingertips in his hair, massaging his scalp. It was heaven. Strong arms spooned him, and Seth was lulled into a deep sleep.
His bladder woke him, and Seth was dismayed that it was only two hours later, and that the urgency had returned; he felt like he would wet the bed. Miz was snuggled close beside him, and to Seth's surprise, he was sucking his thumb, it was adorable. He hated to wake him, but he needed something to piss in, he'd only end up pissing himself again if he tried to get to the restroom.
He nudged his houseboy. “Miz?”
“Mhmm...” He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Sir?”
“I need to piss.”
Miz reached under the bed, and produced the urinal. Seth immediately grabbed it, and pissed into it violently. Relieved, he handed it back, and felt his drawers for wet spots. “Keep it close, I'll probably need it again.”
“Yes, Sir. I'm just going to rinse it out. Need anything while I'm up?”
“No thank you.” Seth replied, absently. He was busy connecting dots, and by the time Miz came back to bed, he had it. “Dairy!”
“Sir?”
“I think dairy products might be what's irritating my bladder. They never have before, but it makes sense. I was fine until I had that malt, then I started having problems every time I drank milk. Maybe I've developed an allergy.”
“Maybe,” Miz mused. “We'll avoid dairy tomorrow and see if that makes a difference, Sir.”
“Oh, I should probably tell you I'm a coffee drinker, with half and half... Well, I guess I can't have half and half.”
“I'll get up early tomorrow and run to the store for Coffeemate, Sir,” Miz promised. “Do you take breakfast in bed?”
“Dean does it for me, but I don't expect you to.”
“I don't mind.”
“It's not necessary. I can come to the kitchen.”
“Anything special you'd like?”
“I just play it by gut when I wake up.”
“Got it, Sir.”
Seth stifled a yawn. “We should go back to sleep.”
“Did you want me to hold you again?”
“Yeah, even though it's wrong. I'm supposed to be the dominant one here.” He chuckled a little.
“You are the dominant one, Sir.” Miz assured him, and spooned around him.
Seth slept for nearly three hours before his bladder again demanded to be emptied. Since Miz had left the necessary on Seth's night table, he was able to deal with it wihtout waking his houseboy, but he awoke anyway. He left to empty the urinal, and Seth fell back to sleep before his houseboy returned to bed. |
Chapter 11 – After the Show
Dean was still upset after RAW, so Roman talked him into going out with him and his cousins. Normally, Roman didn't party on Mondays, so Dean knew he was going just for him. He recognized the nice gesture, but he was too homesick to care. He missed Seth more than ever, and drank too much.
Roman was worried; Dean was not his usual outgoing, sometimes annoying, self. Instead he was subdued, quiet, almost not even there. Someone spilled their drink on the table; Dean dipped his finger in it and drew wet SR's on the sticky surface. “Want to play doubles?” Roman gestured at the pool table, where the twins had a game going.
Dean sighed. “I have to pee,” he said, flatly. He hadn't gone since he started drinking, not wanting to break the seal, but he could no longer ignore it, not even in his depressed state. He left the table, and found a long line for the men's room. He'd have to hold it awhile longer, he had no choice. Unrelieved, he headed back to the table. He sat back down across from Roman, and loosened his belt to make room for his swollen, almost painful bladder. Roman had bought another round of shots and beer chasers, in hopes of pulling Dean out of his doldrums.
Although he knew it wasn't a good idea, Dean lifted his glass along with the others, and downed his shot and beer. Jey beat him slamming the shot glass down, but he got his beer down before anyone else did. Now, he really needed to pee; if he waited any longer, he'd probably end up doing it in his pants. “Excuse me,” he nudged Jey beside him.
“Damn bro, already?” Roman teased.
“I didn't get to go before,” Dean admitted testily, and took off to wait in line. He became the ninth guy, and Jey, who Dean hadn't noticed following him, the tenth guy, in a queue of guys who were also more or less showing their desperation and impatience.
“You don't seem like yourself tonight, bro,” Jey commented, as the line shuffled forward.
Dean shrugged, then winced and hunched over a little as his bladder cramped. “I really need to pee,” he replied tightly, and shifted his weight from foot to foot. He began to worry he wouldn't be able to hold it.
Jey chuckled. “No, like something's bothering you.”
He touched Dean's shoulder, and Dean was reminded of Roman touching his shoulder on the plane, just before he wet his pants. His bladder cramped violently, and Dean had to hold his cock to keep from pissing himself. It was painful. “Ow, fuck!” His skin tingled, and he knew he was going to wet himself, uncontrollably, and the only thing he could do was damage control. He left the hopeless line and went back to the booth. Jimmy and Roman had left it and were at the pool table. Relief! He could pee on the floor, and no one would notice!
Dean sat down, and started pissing before he could get his pants undone. He couldn't stop it, he needed to go so bad. By the time he got his cock freed and gushing all over the floor, he was pretty much soaked. It would have been hot if Seth had been with him, but Seth wasn't there, so Dean was just sad, paranoid, and embarrassed.
Roman noticed a stream running out from under their booth and hurried over. It didn't take him a nanosecond to figure out what Dean was doing. “Dean! What the fuck?”
Dean sniffled. He was crying now.
“Stop it!” Roman ordered.
“I can't.”
“Oh, Dean...” Roman shook his head, in pity and scolding.
“I peed my pants, too,” Dean admitted. The torrent of piss had finally stopped. He put himself back in his wet jeans and briefs and buried his head in his folded arms on the table.
“We need to go,” Roman told Jimmy. “Now.”
“Right now?” Jimmy asked, and Roman nodded urgently. “Why, what's up?”
“Dean pissed in the booth.”
“Oh, shit...” Jimmy laughed, but recognized they must leave before anyone found out. He went to get Jey.
Roman gave Dean his long leather coat, to help him make a discrete exit. “I feel like Undertaker in this thing,” he mumbled, no playfulness in his voice.
“I don't think Taker ever pissed himself in a club,” Roman teased, hoping for a smile, or any reaction at all, but nothing. He unlocked the trunk and retrieved Dean's suitcase from the trunk. While Dean changed in the car, Roman said good bye and safe travels to his cousins.
As Dean pulled on dry clothes, a few tears fell from his eyes. He wanted to call Seth, just to hear his voice, but it was too late, Seth would be in bed. Would Miz be there, too? What a shitty thought. Dean opened the car door, leaned out, and threw up.
At a gas station, he asked Roman to get him a bottle of water. Roman didn't tease him about coffee, but when he went inside, they had a couple of pots up, and he took it as a sign. He bought both of them a coffee, and two waters. He also bought Excedrin Migraine and Pepto Bismol to treat the hangover Dean would be sure to have tomorrow. Maybe he'd have one, too. Being the drivers, neither he nor Jimmy had drunk much. He thought he'd had enough water, but sometimes he was caught by surprise, waking up with his head in a vice grip.
When Roman appeared and tapped on his window, Dean couldn't help but smile. Roman had bought him a coffee. He unrolled the window and grabbed it.
“Finally,” Roman declared. “He lives!”
Dean nodded. “Thank you.” He sipped the coffee.
“Want to talk about what's bothering you?” Roman asked, as he guided them back towards the highway.
“Yeah, if you don't mind. I need to put it out there, vent,” Dean admitted. “ I hate that the fucking Miz is with Seth right now and not me. I know it's business, but I'm jealous just the same.”
“Completely understandable,” Roman said, and patted Dean's leg.
“And Seth's sick right now, so I really want to be there to make it all better, it's killing me being away from him.”
“Seth's sick?”
“He thought he had a bladder infection from his cath during surgery, and the fucking Miz took him to the emergency room in Davenport, but they didn't find anything wrong with him, and believed his bladder was just irritated by something he'd had to eat or drink.”
Roman nodded. “Yeah, or he could have strained it. He does tend to hold it too long.”
“Especially when he's gaming, which he's probably been doing a lot of.”
Roman smiled at Dean. “At this time tomorrow, you'll be on your way back to him. I'll be on my way to a house show in Reno. Lucky you, no house shows.”
“I can't wait, it feels like forever,” Dean said wistfully. “I've never felt so strongly about someone before. Seth is....I don't even know to word it right, everything that comes to mind would fall short of what he means to me.”
“I know.” Roman caressed Dean's leg again.
“Back in developmental, back when we were the Shield-”
“Were?” Roman asked, and raised a brow.
Dean chuckled. “Okay, we're still the Shield, Shield brothers forever. But back when we were in FCW, I never would have believed he'd come to be the love of my life. It's amazing, it really is.” He sighed happily.
“You're glowing,” Roman commented. It was true, Dean had never looked better. There was a magic one cast when they were in love.
“And bursting,” Dean added, and wiggled. “Can we stop soon? I broke the seal.”
“Why didn't you go at the gas station?” Roman asked. And, why didn't I? He wondered. His bladder was throbbing.
“I didn't have to go then.”
“Neither did I. But I do now.”
“Then let's stop.”
Roman thought. “How about this? We wait. If I piss myself before you do, I'll stop.”
Dean grinned. This was sure to be interesting, no matter who pissed himself first. “Sounds good to me.”
“Good. Finish your coffee.”
“Oh, but then I'll really need to pee,” Dean replied, in mock terror. He finished his coffee. So did Roman. He handed Dean a bottle of water. Dean laughed. “I'll have to loosen my belt!”
Roman had already loosened his. He had a feeling he was probably going to lose the holding contest, if Dean hadn't undone his jeans yet. He really should have used the restroom at the gas station. The last time he'd gone was at the club, but that had been hours ago. Being Dean's designated driver, Roman hadn't had much alcohol to drink, but he had had a lot of water. Usually, he wouldn't doubt his ability to outlast Dean, but he was very near his limit. And, he knew that if Dean found out, he would only make it harder for Roman to hold it.
“You haven't opened your water bottle,” Dean remarked.
Roman opened it, took a few swallows, and regretted it almost immediately. His bladder cramped, and he gripped the steering wheel hard. He wanted to be discrete, but the piss really wanted out. He shifted a little in the seat, but it didn't help; he had to do everything he could to hold it. He grabbed his semi-hard cock.
Dean noticed, of course. “Don't go chasin' waterfalls,” he teased.
Roman couldn't help but laugh, despite the situation he was in. “Fuck, that hurts.”
Dean smiled sassily. “I know. Hard not to just let it go, isn't it?”
Roman's bladder cramped again. “Grrrrr...” He squirmed in the seat.
“Can you drive in your condition?” Dean asked, seriously.
Roman realized his focus was hardly on the road, his driving was beginning to suffer. He wasn't going to be any less distracted until he took care of his awful need to piss. He couldn't handle the thought of losing a holding contest to Dean, who'd pissed himself multiple times since they'd hit the road on Sunday morning. He didn't see why Dean didn't just piss himself again, he had looked pretty desperate when he'd first asked Roman to stop.
Beside him, Dean made a brief whimpering noise Roman had heard before. He looked over to see Dean hurriedly undoing his belt and jeans so he could hold himself. “Oh, fuck, Roman, I really gotta go! My bladder feels like it's going to just burst, and I can feel the piss burning in my cock and-”
“Fuck! Shut up, Dean!” Roman snapped. It was over. He couldn't handle it any longer, despite all of his efforts, he was losing control, spurting. He felt hot wetness beneath his hand. He turned on the lights so Dean could see, and quit fighting it. The relief was so great he didn't even care he was doing it in his pants while driving a rental car. Dean watched and groped as the wet spot on Roman's jeans spread across his lap, down his legs, and up his jersey. Piss pooled between his legs and ran off the seat, even though Dean tried to splash it back on to his crotch, there was just too much of it. Roman's driving improved as his bladder emptied, which took forever.
“Roman! A rest area!” Dean exclaimed, and pointed, too late.
Roman shook his head. “I'm sorry, bro.”
Dean bit his lips. “Fuck! I'm about to piss myself, again!”
“Poor Dean,” Roman said tenderly, and stroked his hair. “You really have to go, don't you?”
Dean nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“We don't need two wet seats in this car. Since mine's already soaked, you can just go on me.”
“Damn, Roman, that's hot!” Dean knelt up on the seat and faced his Shield brother. “Ready?”
Roman freed his now fully-erect cock from the confines of his boxer briefs. “Now I am.”
Dean sighed with relief as he peed all over Roman. Roman groaned with approval, and began to jack off. Dean closed his eyes on the sight, but he couldn't go deaf to Roman's play sounds, and he willed his cock not to get fully hard before his bladder was fully empty. But, it had been too long since he'd been able to play, and the nice, relieving stream stopped.
“Damn it.” Dean looked down at his swollen cock in frustration.
“What's up?” Roman asked.
Dean pointed. “Me. And that's a problem. I'm too hard to piss, and I didn't get to finish.”
“We'll stop soon and take care of that.” Roman looked down at his wet clothes and raging hard-on. “You'll have to go in and get the room, though.”
“Okay,” Dean said.
“Even though I know we should just keep going until we get to Portland, I think we could both use a little playtime, and some sleep.”
“Agreed. Though I think maybe I should hold off on cumming, for Seth.”
“How are you going to get rid of this is you don't cum?” Roman asked, and stroked the bulge in Dean's pants.
Dean sighed. “Oh Roman, you shouldn't do that.”
But Roman continued to squeeze, and stroke. “You'll be a mess at Smackdown.”
“I won't be able to pee, either.” Dean giggled. “Come on, Roman, please don't tease.”
“I'm not teasing. This is...foreplay.”
“If it's foreplay, let me make it easier for you.” Dean freed his hard cock.
Roman stroked it. “I'm rethinking, though... We should try to get to Portland tonight. I don't want to get up early, or pay for rooms at two different places. I don't want to drive almost two hours with a hangover, either.”
“Good point. Will you still stop so I can pee?” Dean wanted to know.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot you still needed to go.”
“You should probably stop playing. I feel like I'm going to either piss or cum, and I'm not sure which.”
Roman stopped. “Either way, we don't need that in this rental car.”
Dean put his cock away. “Especially after what you did in your seat.”
They laughed together. “You could always finish on me,” Roman added.
“I'd only end up getting hard again. I want it all out of me.” Dean fidgeted. “Seth can do both at once. He calls it a pissgasm.”
Roman looked at Dean and raised a curious eyebrow.
“It's really hot,” Dean gushed, his eyes aglow with his love and adoration for his boyfriend. “I don't know how he does it. He said it was an accident the first time. He did it on Friday night, too.”
“I wonder how he does it. When I really need to go, I lose my erection. I can't cum.”
Dean nodded. “Same here. I can stay half-hard. But, I saw Seth's rock hard cock spurting piss and cum. Mmmmpf, that was so fucking hot.”
Roman smiled, and squeezed his own hard on. He wanted to cum.
Dean wanted to do both, piss and cum, but he knew he couldn't do it like Seth had. Seth probably wouldn't be squirming around like Dean was right now, either. “You know, for being the smallest guy in the Shield, Seth has the biggest bladder. When he was in the hospital, he pissed almost a liter and a half!”
“Whoa, that had to hurt.”
“Yes, he was clearly in a lot of pain from it. The pain medication he was on left him unable to pee for awhile. I helped him by holding him around the waist and pressing down in his bladder; his bladder was literally bulging like he was pregnant. He was crying, but I think it was from a combination of pain and the situation itself,” Dean said.
“I inadvertently made him wet himself during RAW a few years ago. I felt terrible about it,” Roman confessed. “We were on our way to do our entrance, and we both needed to piss, and I shoved him out of the way and got to the restroom first. There wasn't enough time for Seth to go, too. He pleaded with the crew to let him go to the men's room, but they told him no every time; he asked more than once. I really felt awful that I'd put him in that situation; I had no idea how badly he had to piss. Beth the bitch told him he could either wait until the match was over, go under the ring, or go in his pants.”
“Yeah, she would say that. Seth never told me about this.”
“I don't think he considers it the greatest moment of his career.” Roman laughed. “You were there, actually, in the match before ours. Seth went under the ring right after our entrance, but-”
“Oh yeah! I remember now! I was about to go sneak a piss under there myself, fuck I had to go so bad, under the guise of grabbing a folding chair to sit ringside in. Oh, I was not happy with him right then.”
“He told me just before the match started that he'd only been able to piss a little under the ring, but that he could function. I could tell he still really needed to go, though.”
“So did I; I never wanted a match to be over so badly in my life, and considering some of the crazy matches I've had, that's saying a lot,” Dean quipped.
“Well, it turned out your boyfriend took the third option, too. He froze on the entrance ramp, I don't know if that's when he pissed himself, or if he was just trying hard not to, but I walked with him to the locker room; you and my cuzes were in the shower, and Seth went directly to the toilets. In a few minutes, he came back naked, all his stuff folded into his vest. He accidentally dropped it, and everything came apart, his drawers were obviously wet. I heard someone coming, turned out to be Jimmy, and I just threw Seth's clothes into my locker. The pants were wet, kind of heavy, actually. At least they were black, which hid it from sight. He was very embarrassed that I'd found out he'd had an accident, but grateful that my quick actions had prevented anyone else from finding out. He didn't elaborate on it, and never brought it up again.” Roman finished.
“Oh, my poor guy. Can we stop soon?” Dean asked, hopefully.
“I don't want to pull over on the highway. I've been on the lookout for side roads; I'll stop as soon as I can,” Roman promised.
Dean fidgeted. “I just thought of something real funny. Imagine if we'd had the Ride Along cameras in here.”
Roman looked down at his soaked clothes and laughed. “That would have been quite the episode.”
“Bro, I really can't hold this piss any longer,” Dean warned. “I'm about to make a puddle in my seat.”
“Hold it, Dean, please.” Up ahead, an intersection, flashing red and yellow lights. A small town, asleep for the night.
“I'm trying!” Dean moaned.
Roman turned right on what the sign told him was County Q, and into the lot of a mechanic's shop. He pulled around back, and Dean scrambled out to piss beside the car. To Roman, sounded like a horse pissing; he'd really pushed Dean to his limits.
“All better,” Dean reported, as he got back in the car and shut the door. “I can't wait to get to Portland.”
“Me neither, though this is the first time I'll be using my coat to cover one of my own accidents,” Roman blushed.
“Someone's used it before I did tonight?”
Roman blushed for another reason. “Jey did. Jimmy's bachelor party. It was a different coat, though.” He remembered his poor cuz, waiting for a stall because he couldn't use the trough.
“Story time?” Dean asked.
Roman chuckled. “Okay. We were waiting for the restroom at the club when a fight broke out. We weren't involved in it, but they kicked out everyone. I got to use the trough before that, but Jey was still waiting for a stall when we were shown the door. Jey tried to plead his case, but they didn't care, just shoved us on out like cattle to the slaughterhouse. Some of my cuzes pissed in the lot, but you know Jey can't just do that.”
Dean nodded.
“We got into the Hummer limo and decided to just continue the party at the hotel. The hotel was pretty far away, at least half an hour, I think, forgive me, but I was so fucked up that night I don't really remember much of it. Jey ended up pissing himself in his seat, and my uncle, his dad, asked me for my coat. That was the only time I ever saw Jey wet himself, but I heard stories over the years,” Roman finished.
“Yeah, I heard a couple, too,” Dean said. “Lines suck.”
Roman laughed. “Yeah, you learned that tonight.”
Finally, they rolled into Portland. Roman chose to stay at a motel on the outskirts rather than the Holiday Inn near the arena, where most of their coworkers were staying. Dean went in and got the room, hoping there would be a restroom in the lobby, but there wasn't. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he registered for a double queen bed room, damn coffee. He got the key, a real key, and went back to the car. “On the left, all the way at the end, hurry up,” Dean told Roman, as he squirmed.
Roman laughed, but not too hard since he also needed to go. Not like it mattered if he did; he was soaked, but the seat really didn't need any more piss on it. He pulled into the last space, right in front of the door to their room. Dean hurried out before Roman had even come to a complete stop, and hopped from foot to foot as he tried to get the door open before he peed his pants.
The key and the knob turned, but the door was stuck. Dean slammed into it shoulder-first, and it opened so swiftly and fast he was caught off-balance and crashed to the floor. He wasn't hurt, but the impact broke the dam. Roman turned on the lights to find Dean sitting on the floor in a puddle, soaking wet and smiling sheepishly up at him.
“Coffee makes me pee.”
Roman smiled. “I know.”
“Now we're both wet,” Dean said, in a sensual voice.
Roman turned up the heat and took off his coat. “I'm about to get wetter.” He approached Dean's puddle, and Dean, still on the floor, hugged him about the legs and gazed up at him adoringly.
Roman laughed, and tousled Dean's hair. “You should take off your coat. I don't think you want me to piss on it.”
“Good point,” Dean agreed, and tossed it on the bed. He wrapped his arms and legs around his Shield brother and smiled up at him again.
Roman pulled off his wet jersey and t-shirt and undid his belt. He automatically began pulling it from the loops before realizing it didn't matter, it was already ruined. He left it, and undid his jeans.
“Just like that!” Dean exclaimed. “Oh, Roman, you look like a fucking god right now.”
“God of the waters.” He stroked Dean's hair and caressed his head and shoulders as he began pissing in his boxer briefs. He shivered involuntarily from the relief, and Dean held him tighter, and wrapped his lips around Roman's semi-hard cock and drank him. More ran down Roman's jeans, Dean's shirt, and dripped into Dean's lap.
But, Dean wasn't semi-hard. As Roman's stream tapered off, and his undies stopped dripping, Dean felt a little guilty for enjoying piss play with Roman when Seth was back home enjoying nothing because he was recovering from surgery, and unwell on top of it. Now somewhat sober, he was no longer stupid, and knew that it was a good thing fuckin' Miz was with Seth, because it would make things easier on him. And, he knew that his bond with Seth; their love was so strong that Miz would be unable to penetrate it, he would not come between them any more than Roman had. But, Dean was still feeling the pain of being away from Seth. His chest felt like it wanted to explode.
Roman tousled his hair. “Something wrong?”
Dean got up and began removing his pissy clothes. “I... I just miss Seth, that's all.”
“Ah,” Roman said, not untenderly. He watched Dean pull on a cutesy pair of briefs, navy blue with a white pawprint on the crotch. “Those aren't cursed undies, are they?”
Dean looked down at them and sighed. “No.” He climbed into bed.
Roman shed his wet clothing, too. He hated to see Dean hurting again, at least he'd given him some reprieve earlier in the night. He pulled on a pair of lounge pants, and got under the covers beside Dean.
Dean's sense of smell was stirred. Roman's hair smelled just like Seth's; they used the same products. “Can I hold you?” He asked, hopefully.
“Of course.” Roman turned over, on to his side, to allow Dean to spoon him. Dean wrapped his arms around his Shield brother and buried his face in his hair. The texture was not Seth's but the smell was the same, a musky, woodsy scent which comforted him enough to allow him to slip into a deep sleep. |
Hello all!
I finally have more Zelda content to share with you! You'll see when you start reading how long this has been in the making :P
This story is over three times as long as the already-long Zelda's Visit, the first story in the series (not required reading to understand this one, but it would give a little background). So, I've divided it into three parts and I will be posting them in this thread as I finish editing them; it should be about 2-4 days in between each one.
As always, comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome :)
Now, without further ado...
PART 1/3
At 11:55 PM, on December 31 of 2014, Zelda began emptying her bladder into her own toilet. It was the conclusion of a great big hold – that is, one of large volume, and a pee much needed, if Zelda ever “needed” a pee – but the start of one that was to be great in its significance: Zelda planned to be the very last person to pee in the year 2015. (Time zones were a bit of an issue, but Zelda told herself she would simply count from her local midnight, and put aside the small dissatisfaction it gave her; she wasn't planning any travel anyway).
At 11:59 PM of the same day, Zelda finished emptying her bladder – a bit closer than she had intended to cut it, but her phone assured her she still had 40 seconds to spare. She pulled up her pink underwear and blue pajama pants and headed back to her room to watch the ball drop on her laptop. As it struck the bottom of the post, the clock in the center of town called out the first of twelve sonorous booms. Zelda had decided in advance that she would hear this same sequence of twelve rings at least nine more times – five noons and four midnights, or four and a half days – before she would pee again.
At least! thought Zelda, and she closed her laptop and began sipping a cup of coffee (she was a bit of a night-owl).
The first sunrise 2015 saw Zelda – in all her curvy, plentiful self – asleep in her bed, breathing her not-quite-excessive chest up and down regularly. Noon, though, found her up and about, going through a normal day, the matter of her New Year's Resolution not yet relevant, as she felt no urge to use the bathroom. She wore light blue jeans that fitted comfortably around her, and a yellow T-shirt that was thin and tight enough that if you looked carefully – and Zelda was the sort of person who might let you if you weren't a creep about it – you could just make out a pink bra keeping her large breasts squeezed against her chest.
The day was uneventful. The giant-bladdered girl had no trouble keeping track of the time and date on her own, but when the town clock had struck noon she had mentally ticked it off as the first of the nine times she would need to hear that twelve-ring sequence, and when it struck midnight that same day – or rather, just barely the next one – she checked off another. By this time she could feel a little bit of pee building up inside her, but it was no problem at all to ignore it. It was only a day's worth of pee, nothing to fret about.
On the second day, things wouldn't yet get fun, but as Zelda thought to herself as she showered off with slick motions and smooth movements, they might start to get interesting. This day's clothes were a simple blue, puffy skirt covering red panties (with only a few inches to spare) and a black bra under a blacker shirt (such attire was appropriate despite the season, as the weather had been showing a reluctance to get on with the cold and snow that Winter was supposed to bring). Before putting them on, Zelda inspected her tummy, and found it to already be sticking out a small amount. This was no surprise; over the years of her holding, Zelda had learned to see the relationship of the urgency level of her bladder with its size in her belly. What she saw exactly corresponded to what she was feeling: a minor urge, sitting on the escape valve, so to speak, but not pressing in excess of its own weight.
Today was Friday, and having the day off (by virtue of it being the only day this week she would have worked, so her employer had decided “screw it”) Zelda went to the mall. She had a few errands to run, and she planned to eat lunch out if she could find a good place. On her drive there she was accompanied by two water bottles, a replacement for the juice of the breakfast she had missed in her sleep.
And as Zelda thought of breakfast, it occurred to her that she was ravenous, so although it was only ten in the morning, she turned down the idea of eating at whatever convenient mall restaurant popped up and instead turned off into a fast-food place she visited regularly. There was no line at all due to the odd time, and she even had to call out to get someone to come to the counter.
“Coming!” said a voice that had become familiar to Zelda over the years she had eaten here. It belonged to Jewel – a small, friendly, African-American girl who had worked at the place for several years, and had become a nice acquaintance of Zelda's, through a greeting here and a few words of small-talk there. Her bright green eyes and straight black hair smiled along with her as she came around the corner and said “Oh! Hi, Zelda. What brings you here at this hour?”
“I slept through breakfast” Zelda chuckled, already preparing the payment. “And no work today. My boss is super enthusiastic about New Year's.”
“Lucky you! All I get is a holiday card,” Jewel said with a smile. Will you be having the regular?”
But Zelda's attention had fallen to Jewel's outfit – a green tank-top that hopped over her medium-small chest but then lacked the energy to make it all the way down to her waist. This revealed a small bulge in her tummy that was probably nothing at all, but which nonetheless raised a suspicion in Zelda's mind, which she briefly put down her wallet to focus on. Could it be?
The second half of the girl's speech hit her suddenly, and she said with a start “Oh! Uhm, yes, the usual please.”
Jewel had already started ringing her up tentatively; now she finished it off. She pulled a tray from behind the counter and set it on top; she took the receipt neatly off the machine just as it finished printing and put it on the tray; a cup was summoned from somewhere Zelda couldn't trace with her eyes, so smooth was Jewel. In the same motion as all the set-up – really, in the same motion as their whole encounter thus far – the girl turned and disappeared back into the kitchen.
This left Zelda alone. She looked about the empty restaurant, and gave her bladder a moment to speak. It complained a bit about its mild task of containing a day and a half of pee – pee which weighed a bit more than it had an hour ago, it seemed – but Zelda shut it up. She then turned her thoughts to another bladder, which was perhaps just as full, if her eyes hadn't betrayed her, and one which in that case would be of much greater interest: Jewel's. In that one moment in which Jewel was turning, Zelda had glimpsed a perfect side view of the thin, petite girl, and one thing seemed just a tad out of place: the slight bulge protruding from her tummy.
Surely, it couldn't be! Surely, Zelda's eyes had lied.
Her contemplation was cut short; Jewel emerged once again from the kitchen, carrying a bag containing two hard tacos and a sour cream, along with a bag of chips – Zelda's usual. Zelda payed and thanked Jewel, and, wary of being indiscreet, refrained from glancing even once more at her belly-region. If she truly is holding, Zelda reasoned, then she will hold again.
Zelda filled her large fountain-drink with soda, the two bottles of water she had just drank in the car the farthest thing from her mind, and drank it heartily and unhesitatingly throughout her meal, even going so far as to refill on her way out, having almost drained it completely. Jewel had not come out again from the back-area in the time that Zelda was there, so she simply left, taking her drink with her. Having eaten something of a brunch, she was now having second thoughts about going on a shopping trip. Perhaps she would just stay home today. Tomorrow, maybe, she would go out with the considerably full bladder she would have by then, and challenge herself to remain discreet.
The plan was settled as the large girl proceeded out to her car, sipping her drink flirtatiously, as if to tease herself with her own bladder, which was filling slowly but surely.
By the time she returned home after the 30-minute drive, Zelda had finished off the second soda, and the effects of the first soda and the water from earlier were beginning to make themselves apparent. It wasn't a problem at all, of course; she was still completely in control. Still – the third set of chimes sang, signaling noon of the second day, and she felt perhaps a bit more than a three-ninths full. She could easily hold until the desired time anyway, of course. Well, scratch the easily, but she could do it. It was just a matter of making sure not to overload herself.
Enough! Zelda's past 6 months of training since her failure at Crystal's house had not gone to nothing. She had learned control, confidence, and most of all, capacity. Her capacity, she had measured, had increased greatly, and she was no longer a little girl. She would hold until the time she needed to, and she would keep on holding after that, and she would hold until any who dared to challenge her had long since wet themselves! Only then, only then (!) would she allow herself to calmly sit down on a toilet and release her bladder's contents.
The matter was closed. Zelda took out a book as much to actually read it as to simply sit doing something other then paying attention to her bladder (this was not done out of panic or any such desire or necessity to forget her urge, but rather out of sheer annoyance, of course, and— enough, enough!)
It was now ten past eight in the evening on the second day. The book Zelda had chosen randomly off of her shelf had enthralled her, and had kept her reading through it – and then through its two short sequels – for the whole time. She wondered why it hadn't ever made itself known before!
Oh well. She set the wonderful trio tenderly back where she had once stuffed it so carelessly, and stood to stretch. She arched her back, and in doing so stuck her bladder out from her belly, pressing it tight against the skin – giving her a harsh reminder of what she had ignored for eight more hours, but one which she chose to continue ignoring now– and allowing it to shine in all its curviness, right alongside the other wonderful curves of her body – and all on the second day!
Something in her pocket disturbed her; she reached in to find out what it was, but found nothing.
Nothing?
Nothing at all!
Zelda turned at the waist and looked at the chair she had been sitting in. Seeing nothing, she turned the rest of her body and knelt down to run her arm around the cracks of the comfy old thing and see if what she was looking for had fallen into one of them. Her wallet, however, was nowhere to be found! Thinking back on the day, she deduced that it could only be at the restaurant where she had eaten earlier.
The thirty-minute drive was made in twenty, without one thought of piss. When she got there, she saw Jewel just closing up shop, as the restaurant closed at 8:30 on Fridays. Jewel had a bit of a concerned look on her face, but when she turned around and saw Zelda, it immediately melted off and was replaced with one of relief and delight.
“Zelda!” she cried. “I'm so glad you're here! You left your wallet here earlier today, and I didn't know what to do! I was just gonna leave it in the back with a note, but– well here, lemme go get it for you.”
Jewel disappeared back into the store before Zelda could open her mouth to say thanks. When she emerged, she held Zelda's wallet in her hand, and handed it back to its owner, who took it gratefully.
“Thank you so much!” said Zelda. “I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't found this.”
Jewel laughed a little. “It was nothing,” she said, almost with a blush.
“No, really,” Zelda said. “This is a big deal. Thank you so much.”
Jewel smiled. “You're welcome. Have a good night, okay?”
“You too,” Zelda said, and almost hugged her. Instead, though, she turned to leave, but before she had taken two steps, she heard a quite “crap!” come from behind her. She turned immediately and asked “What's the matter?”
Jewel looked at her. “I locked my car keys inside!”
“I'll drive you home!” Zelda said it instantly, and without any intention of making Jewel owe her one – the finding of her wallet was more than enough.
Jewel looked down and said quietly “House key too.”
“You can stay at my place.”
Jewel looked up at Zelda. She seemed slightly stunned by the suggestion, and impulse acceptance was on the tip of her tongue, but then she looked away and said “No. I wouldn't ask you to do that. Thank you, but no.”
Zelda pursued. “It's no trouble at all! You practically saved my life by finding my wallet – it has everything in there. The least I can do is keep you out of the cold until you get your keys back.”
Jewel looked down and contemplated the matter with visible indecision. “Are– are you completely sure it's no trouble at all? I wouldn't be in the way of anything?”
“No trouble at all! You'd be a welcome guest.”
Jewel hesitated. “...Okay. I– thank you. Thank you for doing this for me.”
The genuine smile on Zelda's face as she said again that it was no trouble told Jewel that she really was welcome, so she got awkwardly into the passenger's seat of Zelda's car as Zelda got into the driver's seat, and they were off.
Halfway through the drive home, Zelda remembered what she had seen earlier: a hint that perhaps Jewel was holding as well. At first she was reluctant even to look, so sure was she that she had been mistaken. It was less than a minute, though, before curiosity overcame her, and she sneaked a glance down at Jewel's tummy.
She couldn't believe her eyes. The bulge had grown at least a centimeter since she had seen it earlier. What's more, seeing it from the side for more than half a second was enough to convince Zelda that this was in fact a bladder bulge.
Jewel was holding too!
Zelda pretended not to notice. A few minutes later, she saw Jewel sneaking a few glances back at her tummy, probably coming to the same conclusion about Zelda.
The rest of the drive was filled by thoughts alone. Holding one's pee until one's bladder bulged out of one's belly wasn't, generally speaking, something that normal people did. To bring it up in front of someone who wasn't into it would inappropriate, not to mention the fact the one who brought it up would then have to go and pee – thus ruining her hold – lest it be awkward that the hearer knew she had to go.
Neither girl, therefore, said anything, though both did in fact have gradually filling enormous bladders, and both were trying to hold for multiple days. When they arrived at Zelda's house, they went inside and sat on the sofa, both of them looking awkwardly around in search of a way to indicate her own bladder without making a fool of herself if the other one wasn't interested.
After a minute, Jewel broke the ice. “You got a bathroom I could use?”
“Yeah!” said Zelda, and hopped up. She walked down the hall, with Jewel following, and pointed out the bathroom.
Jewel nodded. “Ah, thanks!” She went back to the couch and sat back down. “Just for reference.”
“Of course.” Zelda sat back down with her. After a moment Jewel indicated the bookshelf, and Zelda nodded and smiled. Jewel picked off a book and began reading, and Zelda followed suit.
It wasn't long, though, before neither of the girls was really reading. At perhaps 9:30, Jewel sighed and said “I have to pee.”
Zelda stirred up a bit, readying herself for the vocal circling that was about to begin. “Me too,” she said tentatively.
Jewel shrugged and smiled kindly. “You can go first. It's your bathroom.”
“Meh. I'll probably go later.”
“Yeah, me too.”
They paused. Zelda took a slight risk: “I gotta go pretty bad though.” (By now, this was nearly true. Nearly.)
Jewel put a hand on her bulge and rubbed it slightly. “Yeah, so do I.”
Zelda eyed her carefully. “Holding since New Year's?” she asked quietly.
“Yep!” Jewel confirmed, then beamed. “Nice to meet another big-league holder for once!”
She stuck out her hand, and Zelda shook it firmly. “I'll hold circles around you.”
“You'll eat those words.”
Day three was upon them. Zelda woke up with a hand between her legs, but removed it quickly, only to place it back down again on her growing belly. She felt it up and down and pressed it in a little, savoring the little pangs it sent through her, before getting up and going to the living room, where Jewel was sleeping on the couch. She admired Jewel's bladder bulge, which by now had grown to nearly an inch and a half coming out of her belly, and noticed with slight indigence that Jewel was not holding herself in her sleep. She woke the girl up.
Jewel sat up and rubbed her eyes, looked around with some confusion, then remembered where she was. She looked up at Zelda and said “Good morning!”, then stood and stretched. Her own bulge rivaled Zelda's in size, but although Zelda knew she must be rather full at this point – she herself certainly was – Jewel showed no signs of it. This was expected; Zelda was holding discretely too.
Zelda proceeded to her kitchen and began taking out some breakfast ingredients: eggs, bacon, and sausage, and a pan to cook them in. She called out to the living room “How many eggs can you eat?”
“Probably just one,” came the response. “I'm tiny!”
Zelda couldn't help saying “so's your bladder” under her breath, to which the sing-songy reply came: “I heard that!” Zelda smiled and rolled her eyes as she took out the jug of orange juice and the jug of milk and set them on the table with two tall glasses. She looked over at Jewel and raised her eyebrows, but Jewel simply poured herself a glass of milk and began sipping it. Zelda poured herself a matching glass orange juice to sip on while making breakfast.
As she stood in front of the stove once more, her bladder tugged at her consciousness. It was now full enough that she had to give it some thought now and again, and not the off-handed my-bladder's-full-oh-that's-cute sort. When Zelda thought about it, she really did need to pee.
So she tried not to think about it. She sipped her orange juice and flipped the eggs in their pan. She flipped the sausage next, and then the bacon. Pretty soon she had a nice little rhythm going where she just kept on doing little things one after another and used these things to occupy her mind as she cooked.
When she brought the food out to the table, however, she had to sit down and sit still, but the bites she took were spread too thin to accommodate the task of bladder-distraction. So she just sat up straight and held it like a big girl. She was not squirming, nor giving any other indication of her fullness, because she was freaking Zelda, and she could hold her bladder.
At this point, it occurred to her for the first time to check up on how Jewel was feeling. She first looked over at the girl, and found her to be seemingly doing just fine: she was sitting about as still as anyone would without feeling any urge to pee, and looking at her face one wouldn't suspect that she was going through any turmoil; furthermore, when asked how she was doing, she simply responded with “I'm doing fine, thanks!” and a smile.
When Zelda inquired about the state of her friend's bladder, she got a similar answer.
“Empty,” Jewel said, and poured herself another glass of milk. Zelda eyed her suspiciously, but of course a glance at Jewel's bladder revealed that she was lying. She continued looking at her new competitor as she poured herself another glass of orange juice to match Jewel's glass of milk.
After breakfast, Jewel stood and stretched her arms high above her head, which lifted her green shirt up a bit and pushed her midsection forward, emphasizing her nicely-sized bladder bulge, which she proceeded to rest one hand on and rub a little (it gave way only slightly, an indication to Zelda that is was hard and full). After stretching, Jewel sighed deeply and put her hands on her hips, then sat back down and gulped the rest of her milk; Zelda, seeing this, hastily drank down the rest of her orange juice.
Jewel laughed, then grinned. “Afraid I'll accuse you of cheating if you don't drink as much as me?”
“It would be cheating if I didn't drink as much as you.” came the reply.
Suddenly, though, Jewel seemed to realize something, and became quite shy and awkward. She assumed an inward pose, and began to avoid eye contact with Zelda. Zelda looked at her inquisitively and was about to ask what was wrong when she realized what it was with a start.
“Oh!” she said. “Are you wondering if-” Jewel looked up. “It's– oh, hey, you're more than welcome to stay here over the weekend if you like!” When Jewel looked up shyly, Zelda smiled mischievously. “Of course I'll want you to be here when you pee yourself.”
Jewel's shyness melted a little, and she smiled back. “...Alright.” she finally said. “I guess I can stay long enough to beat you at this.”
Zelda smiled. “Awesome.”
“What do you want to do for lunch?” Jewel asked.
The clock in the center of town had just struck twelve – for the fifth time, Zelda counted – and both girls were hungry. They had spent a good part of the morning chatting away, about not only pee and the holding thereof, but also a suite of other things – all the talking that they had never gotten to do since they had become informal friends at the restaurant – and by now Jewel was comfortable being Zelda's guest.
“I dunno.” Zelda said. She paused. “Are you in the mood for fast food?”
Jewel rubbed her belly. “Yeah, anything's good!”
“I know a place, then.” Zelda said. She told Jewel what she had in mind, and Jewel agreed happily, so they started driving. Zelda was careful not to let her bladder cause a safety issue as she drove – she had encountered this problem once or twice before, but it seemed to her that the general solution was simply not to drive when she was bursting, the same way she wouldn't drive when she was drunk (luckily, she wasn't bursting yet; as for her commute to work on normal days, she walked or rode her bike).
When they arrived at twenty past noon, the place was packed. Jewel went to get a table while Zelda stood in line to order their food. Luckily, this particular fast food place lived up to the former half of the term: by half past noon their number was called. Zelda went to retrieve their food: a burrito for Zelda, a hard taco for Jewel, and extra large drinks for both of them – free refills.
At first, both girls ate normally, taking an occasional sip of their drinks when they felt like it, but it wasn't long before Zelda caught Jewel's eye and took an extra long sip of her own drink, implicitly challenging Jewel to do the same. Jewel responded by taking an even longer sip of hers. The girls barely broke eye contact as they each took another bite of their respective meals, then each proceeded to each take another long sip, Zelda leading. After this second pair of sips, Jewel took the lid off of her drink and took a huge gulp of it. Zelda, not to be outdone, took off her own lid and took a huge gulp, followed by another. Jewel rolled her eyes and quickly downed the whole rest of her drink (which had not been anywhere near empty); before she even finished doing so Zelda was working on hers, and after both cups were empty the girls slammed their cups down, looking daggers into each other's eyes.
“Refills?” Zelda suggested, in the tone of voice one might use to suggest a duel to the death.
“Of course.” Both holders stood up and refilled their cups to the brim. They sat back down and began drinking again with almost as much speed as before. About halfway through the new liquid, though, the drinking slowed to a stop by silent mutual consent, and they resumed eating their meals.
Right after they were done eating, the gulping down of their sodas resumed, taking them once more to the bottom of their cups.
“One for the road?” Jewel asked.
“Why not?” Again they refilled their cups, but after throwing away their trash and exiting the restaurant, they found themselves reluctant to take any more gulps, or even sips, for both girls now were feeling a good amount of pee building up inside of them (and a good urge to go with it), and as much as they would have liked to continue their drinking game, they recognized that it might be best for both of them if they took a break, at least long enough for the soda they had just had to make its way down from their stomachs into their bladders.
The ride home, therefore, underscored neither the brown of the soda contained in each girl's cup, nor the yellow of the pee contained in their bladders; rather its theme turned out to be the blue and gray of the rain that had begun to fall while they were leaving and which intensified practically into a storm before they were home, as though even the clouds themselves couldn't hold their pee anymore. When Zelda commented on the rain to her companion, she got a response which contained none of the usual cheerful, bright enthusiasm Jewel normally exhibited: a mere “yeah” and an uncomfortable shift in the car seat.
“You alright?” Zelda asked. Jewel perked up immediately, and removed her hand from her lower bladder-region, where it had been resting.
“Yeah!” she said, smiling. “I'm fine!” She nearly laughed it.
“Oh. Okay,” Zelda said, just as she pulled into the driveway. When the two got out of the car, however, she noticed that Jewel was still displaying signs of discomfort when she thought Zelda couldn't see her: she bend over after getting out of the car; she clutched at her stomach as she climbed the stairs to Zelda's door; she pressed her legs together as she waited for Zelda to unlock it.
Back inside and on the couch again, the girls watched the rain fall idly. It was around one o'clock in the afternoon, and the weekend thus far was turning out to be rather uninteresting, save for the wonderful new friend Zelda was meeting. This was due entirely to their relative immobility, which in turn was due partly to their growing disinterest in normal, non-holding activities, and partly to the fact that Zelda wasn't sure she could drive safely anymore.
In the silence of the moment – a silence even more complete than that which Zelda heard when no one else was in the house, it seemed – Zelda's mind wandered abstractly, in the way one's mind does when one has no particular thoughts to think, or when one is on the edge of sleep. It began with the rain, which reminded her immediately of her bladder (though almost anything would have at this point – it was beginning to reach a level of fullness that she couldn't ignore). Next it wandered to the concept of bladders in general, then to holding in general, and finally to Jewel. Jewel, in Zelda's eyes, was turning out to be quite enthralling: her small size and mirthful energy made her rather adorable, in fact, and Zelda wondered why she had never noticed before. They had exchanged smalltalk at least once a week – and usually more – for several years, and all along this wonderful friend had been lying just beneath the surface.
A conversation topic struck Zelda, and she blurted it out.
“How are things at the restaurant you work at? Do you like it there?”
Jewel considered the question with mild surprise; the friends had exchanged mostly small-talk until now – with an occasional dive into deeper waters, and of course open discourse about the state of their bladders – and although this question was rather simple and shallow, the tone with which Zelda asked it implied that she wanted a deeper answer. The mood of the rain cast about a slow, considering attitude to the conversation, so it was nearly a full minute before Jewel answered.
“...Yeah, I do. It's actually pretty cool. The work's not too bad, and the pay is good too, I guess.”
Seeing, she thought, a small hint of reluctance, Zelda didn't press for more.
In the ambient storm, each girl took a book and read to herself for a while.
END OF PART 1 |
PART 2/3
Six hours passed, and it was now 7:30 in the evening on the third day of their adventure. The sun had retired under the horizon and the rain had died down to a drizzle, but the girls' bladders were as full as ever, with their last pees being over 67 hours ago and the soda from earlier coursing in. Zelda had just finished her book, and as she closed it and stood up to stretch, the fullness of her bladder came sloshing back to her. She held her arms straight above her head and swung her hips around a bit, which only served to shake up her swollen belly more. She put her hand on the bulge and pressed gently.
“Whew!” she said. “I don't know about you, but I really need to pee.” Jewel looked up at Zelda from her sitting position, and put her hand on her own bladder.
“I'm desperate,” she said. “That soda's really getting to me.”
Zelda chuckled. “Me too.” She couldn't help jiggling her legs forward and back for a few seconds, and she bent forward for a moment afterwards. “Really.”
It occurred to Zelda that she wasn't exactly on track for making it to four and a half days. She had only heard the center-of-town bells strike twelve five times out of nine, and already she was struggling to contain her bladder. It wasn't as though she wasn't completely in control – she was, of course, being Zelda – but as she inspected the size of her bulge (maybe two inches from her normal flat tummy) and evaluated the urgency of her pee-needs (fairly high, causing non-ignorable discomfort and taking nontrivial effort to contain) she realized that she was, if not ahead of schedule, then certainly pressed right up against her quota.
“Hey– should we drink those sodas we left in the fridge earlier?”
It was Zelda who suggested it, despite her thoughts moments earlier, and she did so with her typical outward confidence and subsequent inward regret.
“Yeah, we should!” Jewel replied, with equal confidence and, Zelda suspected, equal inward doubt. But Zelda always honored her word, and Jewel would never dare to be outdone. The girls went to the kitchen and grabbed out their cups from earlier, neither one wanting to be the first to back down. With a last glance at one another, they drank the soda down, with such speed that neither of them had to stop for breath. After drinking, they tossed their empty cups into the trash and sighed. Jewel bit her lip and twisted her legs together involuntarily.
“It seems someone's getting a bit full!” Zelda teased.
“Why, not at all! I don't think I could pee if I tried.”
“Of course not,” Zelda said. “And certainly not if I tickled you.”
Jewel's eye met Zelda's, and for the first time since the car ride, the former contained real doubt.
“You wouldn't.”
“Wouldn't I?”
The girls looked at one another for a frozen moment, Jewel's expression one of fear for her bladder control (amplified by her slow stepping back and forth) and Zelda's one of playful mirth (and only a hint of her ever-increasing struggle). The tables turned, however, when Jewel lunged forward and began tickling Zelda! Zelda first giggled, then laughed wildly as Jewel's fingers poked and prodded her sides up and down. She flailed uncontrollably, desperately trying to keep from peeing herself. Finally she gained enough control to take Jewel by the shoulder and hold her back with one hand, while holding her pee back with the other, crossing her legs to help.
“Enough!” said Zelda. “Enough. I won't tickle you if you don't tickle me, okay?”
Jewel grinned. “Sure!” She stuck out her hand, and Zelda shook it.
Activity between the two giant-bladder girls soon slowed down to a near halt, as though it had been powered by the sun. They went back to the living room and sat on the couch to switch idly between reading, checking their phones, and looking passively out the window (all of this punctuated with an occasional status update on how full one of the girls was getting, or how the other one was nearly pissing herself).
By ten in the evening, they decided it was time for bed. Jewel wrapped herself in the blanket Zelda had given her the night before, and Zelda stood go to her own room. Before she did, however, she knelt down beside the sofa.
“Hi!” said Jewel.
“Hello.” Zelda grinned mischievously. “May I have a reprieve from our deal so I can tickle you?”
Jewel considered it dramatically. “Hmmmmmmmmmm...well, tickling is well known to increase one's need to pee, and right now I am...just about to pee my pants.” She grinned.
Zelda, taking this as a no, began to stand, but Jewel said “So yes, go ahead. I can take it!”
Zelda smiled, then knelt back down and cracked her knuckles, before going to work on Jewel's sides. Jewel twisted and squirmed around, but she was cornered from escaping, so for the full minute Zelda carried on, the girl was helpless. By the end, she really was about to piss herself, and she couldn't mask that fact as anything but what it was: she scissored her legs violently and squeezed herself between the legs for minutes after Zelda was done.
Finally, Jewel slowed her legs to a halt and removed her hands from her crotch with a groan. But still she smiled as she said “I hope you enjoyed yourself; I almost peed all over your couch!”
“I did enjoy myself!” Zelda said. “I'm getting closer to winning every minute!” And with that, she went off to bed.
In the morning of the fourth day, Zelda woke up as any girl might: her legs were crossed gently, her pillow was a bit sideways, and her hair was ruffled and static-y. As any girl might be, she was vaguely aware of a fullness in her lower tummy asking to be let out.
When she stood and stretched, however, the illusion of normalcy shattered; her bladder's extreme fullness flooded back to her, and she had to end her stretch prematurely to crouch down and hold herself in time to stop the pee from coming out. She stayed crumpled up and near to the ground for a shamefully long time – what seemed like an hour but was no more than 30 seconds – before slowly rising and removing her hand. She looked down at her belly and was delighted to see it sticking out far and wide, containing a bladder which, despite being even fuller than it had been when she had rushed to the bathroom half a year ago at Crystal's place, was still under her control. She put her hand on the three-inch bulge and rubbed it lovingly.
Walking to her closet to pick out clothes and then to the bathroom for her shower without squirming took some effort, but she maneuvered through it successfully. Actually undressing proved to be a different matter: as she leaned back to pull off her shirt and undo her large bra, and as she lifted one leg and then the other to peel off her pants and socks, and as she doubled over to draw down her panties, she found that these actions applied to her bladder a pressure which she couldn't ignore inconspicuously; she ended up dancing around on the spot – little enough that it wouldn't have given her away in public, but still enough that she felt ashamed (and still enough to cause her aforementioned impressive breasts to jiggle energetically).
Once she was fully undressed, she took a moment to practice her discipline by snapping into a straight upright position and stopping all desperate movements cold turkey She planted her feet on the ground shoulder-distance apart and held her hands behind her back, transferring full responsibility of bladder control to sheer willpower. Her willpower bent and strained under the load, but managed to keep her bare legs and the bathroom floor dry. It wasn't half a minute before she had regained full control, but she still chastised herself as she turned on the shower and stepped in.
As Zelda closed the shower curtain and began washing her hair in quick, distracted motions, it occurred to her to wonder how Jewel was doing. Surely, she would have had to pee by now, or else would be going very soon.
The thought distracted her from enjoying her shower almost as much as her bladder did, and when she had scrubbed, lathered, rinsed and repeated herself clean, she stepped out of the shower and dried off at twice her normal pace, driven by curiosity. Once dry, she pulled on her pink lace underwear, not stopping to regain composure after bending over to get it around her feet – a daring move which caused her to swing her hips back and forth as she pulled up her panties and bent down to pick up her bra.
Next was her blue shirt – which she managed to put on in her normal way – and finally her jeans, which put considerable extra pressure on her bladder as they compressed it down to only 2.5 inches outward of her tummy.
Zelda wanted to burst out of the bathroom and run down the stairs to check the living room and other bathroom for Jewel, but she decided it would be better to walk slowly, as she would on a normal day, so Jewel wouldn't think she was more desperate for a pee than she was. Therefore, her walk was really more of a slow stroll; it ended when Zelda arrived in the living room and found Jewel sitting with one leg over the other, her foot tapping the ground with some fervency, and reading.
Zelda put her hands on her hips, with her legs pointedly apart. “Morning!” she said coolly.
Jewel looked up and hurriedly uncrossed her legs. She stood and smiled back, also bidding Zelda good morning. At first, all that betrayed her fullness was her subtle-lip biting and the huge bulge in her tummy, but as Zelda continued looking at her, challenge in her eyes, Jewel's control began slipping: she put her hand on her tummy and grimaced as she squeezed her legs together, bending over slightly and moaning with effort as Zelda watched. Her display of desperation had no small effect on Zelda's own need, but Zelda only gripped a handful of her shirt behind her back and continued watching as Jewel struggled to regain control.
When she finally did, Zelda walked over and perched on the armrest of the couch, crossing her legs out of comfort, not necessity. “I don't really have to go,” she lied.
Jewel sat back down and kept her legs straight. “Yeah, me neither.”
She paused, then looked up at Zelda, who looked back and smiled, raising her eyebrows knowingly.
Jewel put a hand on her thigh and opened her mouth to speak, but changed her mind and sighed. She looked down, then back up, then said tentatively “How full are you really?”
Zelda didn't move or change her expression. “Not full at all, really.” She smiled a forced smile and looked Jewel in the eye; Jewel nodded and attempted to keep up the illusion that she wasn't full either. She did so successfully – for now.
Zelda stood and continued speaking, taking a few casual steps out into the center of the room “I thought we'd eat breakfast out today, if that sounds good.”
“S-sounds great,” Jewel said. Her current meekness wouldn't have given her away on its own, but since Zelda knew that Jewel was normally very social and energetic, she knew that the girl's bladder must be getting to her. It was only Zelda's own bladder that kept her from fully enjoying Jewel's desperation.
“The place is within walking distance, and since the weather still isn't too bad I thought we'd walk there.” Zelda said.
“Sounds great!” Jewel said. Almost as an afterthought, she stood up and said “Let's go!”, in half-hearted mimicry of her normal self.
Zelda strode towards the door confidently, hiding all signs of desperation, while Jewel followed behind with a twist in her step, biting her lip; the endgame of the girls' contest was at hand.
At the restaurant, both Zelda and Jewel ordered pancakes; drinks were orange juice for Zelda and apple juice for Jewel – again, free refills. They sat side by side in a booth by the corner with the drink machine, both reluctant to drink any more yet each determined to show off her superior bladder. Neither of them drank more than a few sips until they had both finished at least three-quarters of their meal. During that time, they made no small matter of casting sidelong glances at one another, each daring the other to down her drink, each analyzing and evaluating the other's level of fullness compared to her own, each even threatening to begin tickling the other (but of course, they had agreed not to, and Zelda was a woman of her word second only to being one of incredible bladder control – Jewel might and might not have been so loyal to her word, but having deduced that she was at a slight disadvantage in this game she decided not to break that ice).
It ended up being Zelda to end the drought by taking several large gulps of her orange juice. Jewel followed suit with her apple juice before Zelda was done, but this time the outburst ended there, with sheer bladder pressure preventing either girl from continuing to drink.
Twenty minutes passed. In this time, any free “sleeping control” either of the two had had over her bladder had dissipated, and it was clear that a resolution would have to be reached soon: Jewel sat on the edge of her seat, tapping her heel on the ground nervously and biting her lip again; Zelda managed to sit comfortably, but even she couldn't resist an occasional shift of position when her bladder contracted particularly painfully. Both of them had finished their meal, and were staying just to enjoy the moment a while longer.
Zelda, after keeping herself controlled and sticking to her word, put a great deal of value in taking risks, and following her heart in the heat of the moment. It was this, combined with sheer excitement and burning curiosity about who would win the contest, that prompted Zelda swiftly to down the other half of her drink, stand briefly to get a refill, and then drink the entire refill as well. She sat back down, and as Jewel took her seat again, on the outside seat of the booth, Zelda looked at her with incredible daring in her eye, so much that Jewel might have considered forfeiting were it not for the occasion of New Year's; so much that it was nearly a minute before she got her own refill; so much that she shook as she drank it.
They got up and left without a word. Once outside the doors, Zelda patted her 3-inch bladder lovingly, using all her strength to maintain perfect composure as she turned and smiled brightly at Jewel.
“That was a nice meal, wasn't it?”
At this point, Jewel had collected herself enough to form a strategically viable response. She paused in her walking and put her hands on her hips, arching her back as far as she good in a semi-fake stretch. She made sure not to stop her shirt from riding up her tummy, so that the end of its green fabric could accentuate the impressive bulge in her tummy as she took one hand off her hip to give it a firm rub, which very nearly made her pee her pants, as she shot back a half-smile, half-grimace at Zelda.
“It was!”
Jewel had expected Zelda to continue walking – Zelda had stopped for her to stretch – but to her horror, she did not. Instead, she kept right on looking at Jewel, leaning against the wall of the building they had stopped in front of. Jewel's rub would require a compensating squirm, and naturally Jewel had planned to carry it out once Zelda wasn't looking at her, but Zelda wouldn't turn away!
Jewel desperately tried to remain in control. She clenched her fists at her sides and bent at the knees ever so slightly as the backlash from her bladder demanded a response, but none was possible! Zelda continued looking, and Jewel knew that at this rate, the piss would come out soon, ready or not. She grimaced, and angled one knee in front of the other, putting her hands on her thighs and squeezing hard. She let out a cross between a desperate moan and a nervous laugh, to which Zelda responded only by continuing to smile. Finally, when she couldn't wait any longer, she said “please keep walking...”
Zelda turned and resumed walking, smug, and as Jewel walked next to her she managed to recover with only a few cross-legged steps and a single crotch grab for the rest of the walk home; no such movement was seen in the proud Zelda.
Noon on the fourth day! This was the message carried on the seventh twelve-tone ring of the dire bells in the center of town, and as Zelda noted it to herself she saw Jewel do the same.
She began cryptically: “I see you live around here?”
The astute remark was intended to throw Jewel off, but Zelda was also glad for the distraction it provided from her bladder, which was decidedly more than seven-ninths full.
“I'm definitely not peeing before the next one.” Jewel's response was so unphased that Zelda herself was thrown off.
She recovered, then nodded. “Definitely not, you say?”
“No way.”
“Alright.” Zelda let Jewel have her moment. “I won't pee before the one after.”
“What?!” Jewel whipped around and stared at Zelda, who looked innocently off into space, crossed her legs, and put her wrist on her lap mock-thoughtfully.
“Hmm?” she said, turning gently to Jewel. Jewel started to say something, but bit her lip. Her feet were tapping, unable to stay still under her bladder's growing load, and she couldn't keep her hands away from her crotch.
“Nothing.”
Zelda turned back to her fake thoughts; back to her veil of comfort; back, in secret, to the enormous urgency of her bladder that she was trying so desperately to hide. She kept a calm face, but the seas filling her bladder contrasted it sharply; she took out a book and tried to read it, but found herself stuck, unable to concentrate; she needed to pee!
This wouldn't do. Zelda stood up and put her hands on her hips. “What do you wanna do for lunch?” she asked, with a slight waver in her voice.
“Eh,” Jewel said. “I'm not really hungry.”
“Yeah, me neither,” Zelda said. She sat back down again, but her bladder was dissatisfied. She stood once more, and walked to the center of the room. A wave of urgency that had been growing for a good five minutes finally climaxed and she had no choice but to cross her legs and lean forward with an audible moan. When she recovered, she felt much more in control, but her face was red with embarrassment.
She turned back around to see Jewel sitting straight and pristinely, smiling down at a book she had taken from the shelf. The already red color of Zelda's cheeks turned a deeper hue with humiliation and anger. She stalked out of the room and could be heard walking around in the kitchen; a minute later she returned with two tall empty glasses, a pitcher of orange juice, and a jug of milk. The items practically crashed through the table when Zelda put them down, startling Jewel badly. Zelda ignored her and poured the cups full with the girls' favorite drinks: orange juice for Zelda and milk for Jewel. She checked to make sure they were equal, then sat back down and smiled grandly.
“Drink up!” she said, picking up her glass and taking an impressive gulp, downing half of it at once.
Jewel's hand hesitated above her own glass, and Zelda pounced immediately. “What's the matter? Can't hold any more in there?” She drank down the rest of her juice and patted her bladder with a happy sigh.
“Of course not.” Jewel said. She picked up her glass and began gulping it down, but found herself slowing down so much that by the end she was only taking a small sip every few seconds.
The moment Jewel was done, Zelda poured them each another full glass, and gulped hers down eagerly. The weight of the liquid in her stomach was pressing down on her swollen bladder, but Zelda just savored the feeling and sighed blissfully.
Throughout the whole process of making and serving drinks, Zelda kept her composure perfectly, but Jewel's control was beginning to slip more and more. She jiggled her legs up and down and side to side as she drank, whimpering quietly now and then, struggling to keep her massive bladder contained.
When Jewel finally finished the last pitiful, tiny sip of her second glass of milk and Zelda began to pour them each a third, she finally protested.
“Zelda, stop!”
Zelda didn't stop. “What do you mean?”
“Stop making us drink more and more!”
“Why?”
Jewel looked down at her scissoring legs, down at her giant bladder bulge, down at the hand placed firmly on her thigh. She bit her lip, summoning ever greater amounts of willpower to remain shut as the two uninvited glasses of milk weighed down on her bladder; she clenched her fist into a tight ball and struck her leg in frustration.
“Are you alright?” Zelda asked, with concern that was only half sarcastic.
Jewel snapped up and stamped her foot. She picked up the pitcher of milk – while frantically crossing her legs and bending at the knees – sloshed a full cup's worth into her glass (and another onto the table) and poured it seemingly straight down her throat, all before Zelda finished pouring her own glass of juice. She then took the juice pitcher and glass out of Zelda's hand, finished pouring the glass full, and handed it back to Zelda.
“I'm fine!” she said cheerfully, and now standing still. “Drink up!”
Zelda hesitated, an expression of surprise hanging on her face. Jewel looked up at her expectantly, with wild eyes, which Zelda couldn't look away from as she drank her juice. They maintained eye contact for another moment after Zelda finished, before she finally said “Well, three more glasses each ought to be enough for now.”
Jewel smiled mischievously. Now her stomach, like her bladder, was painfully full, but still she said “You sure about that?”
Zelda nodded idly. She was distracted by a wave of pressure, and by the painful fullness of her own stomach and bladder; she bent forward with a moan. Jewel, meanwhile, had reached a point of desperation which is not unlike the tipping point of an intellectual who borders on insanity: she was no longer methodically, controllably holding her pee via conventional means, but was rather flying by the seat of her pants through a void of unknown possible futures: she was improvising, making wild, hold-altering decisions in every moment, and doing astoundingly thus far.
Her desperation made her almost drunk. She stumbled over next to Zelda and put one hand on the girl's lower back, the other on her belly. “Maybe we should push this little competition along a little faster, hm?” she suggested, rubbing the taller girl's bladder lightly. Zelda looked down maternally at Jewel, and allowed the smaller girl to have her fun. It felt good, aside from being crazy painful, and she wanted Jewel to know she could take it. When Jewel was done, Zelda sat down on the arm of the couch and pulled Jewel closer to her. She then return the favor: she put one hand on Jewel's back (a little higher than Jewel had done to her), and the other on the small girl's bladder. Jewel looked at Zelda with high confidence, which provoked Zelda to press down with considerably more force than she had planned. Jewel yelped and tried to squirm free, but Zelda held her still to torment her bladder for as long as she herself had suffered through it (though she let up somewhat on the pressure).
As soon as Zelda was finished, Jewel stumbled away and landed on the couch, where she moaned in pain and scissored her legs violently, even going so far as to grab herself between the legs to maintain control. She looked as though she were almost crying from pain, but she did her best to hide it from Zelda; Zelda pretended not to notice, and told herself she'd go easier on the poor girl...maybe.
END OF PART 2 |
(Sorry for the wait, I procrastinated :P)
PART 3/3
Eight hours passed. By now the girls were focusing intensely on their bladders, unable to do much else. In the interim, they had exchanged small talk, and Zelda had played a half-hearted game of solitaire, but for the most part they had simply sat in mild misery, the way one would endure an eight-hour dentist appointment.
Both girls' thoughts were slowed by the distraction from their bladders, but at length Jewel decided to make Zelda drink more liquid by drinking more herself. She reached weakly towards the jug of milk – which was still on the table, as neither girl had had the extra energy to put it away – but only got as far as grabbing it loosely before her arm fell, defeated, into her lap.
Zelda sympathized: she wouldn't want to hang so close to defeat either (her “sympathy” was not entirely of this sarcastic flavor: she did know how Jewel felt).
Tentatively at first – for she did not know for sure what message this would send to the smaller girl – Zelda took Jewel's hand by the wrist and guided it back to her own bladder. Jewel looked up with wide green eyes that lived up not only to her beautiful name but also to her beautiful, dark face as Zelda pressed Jewel's hand, gently at first, into the enormous bulge. After stunned pause, Jewel began pressing on her own; Zelda trembled and shivered in place, but she contained the urge to scream by shutting her eyes and clenching the hand that wasn't holding Jewel's hand.
After a minute, she discovered that she could find additional comfort by squeezing the hand that was holding Jewel's hand, and more comfort still from the moment when Jewel squeezed back.
When Jewel had had her fun, she took Zelda's hand and brought it back to her own bladder, where Zelda didn't hesitate to poke, prod, push and press it around to her own satisfaction, despite small whimpers and cries from Jewel.
Finally, after taking a slightly longer turn than Jewel had, she removed her hand. Jewel didn't go back and press Zelda's bladder again, and Zelda didn't prompt her to. For one thing, she wasn't sure if Jewel would be comfortable with it, and for another, she wasn't sure if she herself could take it!
Evenings always slow conversations down, and the swollen bladders that the girls were lugging around only amplified the effect. Thus, it wasn't at all unnatural that Jewel took five minutes to respond to what had just happened.
“Ouch.”
Zelda nodded and confirmed: “Whew.”
Another ten minutes passed in contemplative silence. Jewel whimpered pitifully and tipped over onto her side, clutching at her pregnant-looking belly with twisted hands. And although she hid it, Zelda wanted to do the same; her bladder was entirely fed up with the game she was playing, and was ready for her to give up and pee right there on the couch.
But Zelda would do no such thing. To make the decision formal and unretractable, she said aloud “I'm still going to hold longer than you.”
Jewel squeezed her eyes, moaned, and rubbed her legs together in anguish.
Just when Zelda though she wouldn't get a response, Jewel said “N–no you won't.”
Zelda smiled weakly down at Jewel, and took a moment to appreciate her slightly inferior competitor's nonetheless impressive resolve. “Are you ready to go to bed?”
“I think I'll just sleep here.”
“Okay.” Zelda stood up to go to her own bed, but when her bladder had its angry say about her sudden movement, she decided to sit back down immediately on the reclining chair next to the couch. She reclined it back, allowing her bladder a little more room than her sitting position did.
“I guess I'll sleep here,” she said to Jewel. Jewel moaned in response.
The next hours passed in delirium. One minute Zelda would be awake, but think she was asleep; the next it would be the reverse. It was like fever-sleep, and with the cold sweat brought on by her abdominal agony it might as well have been. The pressure was unbelievable, and she couldn't resist cramming her hands in her crotch and squirming around in the chair to hold it all back. It kept her from proper sleep all night. She hadn't needed to pee this badly before in her life, as far as she was concerned.
And in the few moments when sleep crept warily up and slid over her, she could only dream of the hot gallon or so inside her spilling out and down her bare thighs (she never had clothes on in her dreams) in a great yellow waterfall. When the dream was allowed to continue for another minute, it would evolve to include Jewel, squirming and bloated but smiling nonetheless, watching Zelda lose the entire contents of her bladder and occasionally touching her inner thigh to feel her pride and dignity spilling out along with her pee. Then it would shatter, leaving behind only Zelda's dark living room, and an alarmingly bad pain in her belly.
After several iterations, the dream yielded to light. Zelda was paralyzed at first, partly from the stiffness of having slept on a chair and partly by the pain in her bladder. When she thawed out, she sat up and grimaced as her bladder contracted in a painful wave of unwelcome urgency.
Her first voluntary action was to check on Jewel. She looked over to the couch and saw her lying on her side, not peaceful at all, but asleep. The idea of waking her up by prodding her bladder swam across her mind, but couldn't surface for air in her pee-filled mental state, and drowned.
Zelda checked the clock and saw it was just past seven in the morning: less than five hours to go before the ninth toll of the bells. She could make it. She had to make it.
Jewel awoke. Zelda glanced over – too exhausted to turn her head if she didn't have to – and Jewel looked back at her. Jewel had to take a moment to remember what was going on, and when she did she visibly re-entered a world of hurt and despair. She was nearing the end of her rope.
With great effort, Zelda stood up. She had to jam her hands into her crotch, with her legs crossed and her torso nearly parallel to the ground, but she remained dry. When she could control her legs again, she walked to the kitchen to grab a bagel for her half-hearted breakfast, and another one for Jewel's. She then went back to the living room, where Jewel was sitting up on the couch, holding tightly between her own legs.
Zelda sat next to her and gave her one of the bagels; Jewel took it weakly. Zelda ate her bagel slowly with one hand while she held herself with the other.
“Oh god...” said Jewel. “I...can't hold this much longer.”
Zelda shook her head. “Neither can I.”
“I need to pee...” Jewel moaned.
Zelda said nothing.
“...oh my god,” Jewel started. “Oh...oh, my god!” Jewel was very alert now, and she turned from her lap to Zelda and then back, panicked. Zelda's eyes were wide with curiosity and excitement. Was it over? Had she won? (By now she had discarded the idea of making it to four and a half days, despite her determination only moments earlier. The pain was too much.)
But Jewel calmed down again after a moment, and Zelda knew she would have to carry on. She didn't even bother asking, but Jewel informed her: “I nearly leaked.” Nearly.
They finished their bagels in silence. Neither of them wanted to drink a single drop of liquid, but both were parched from the past day or so of constant, strenuous effort (the liquid they had drunk in that time seemed to have gone exclusively to their bladders). So Zelda stood and took two cups from the shelf in the kitchen, filled them both at the sink, and brought them back to the table. Her legs bounced up and down as she took sips from her cup; Jewel rubbed her thighs harshly with both hands, unable to stop long enough to pick up the cup. Finally she gained enough control to hold the cup with one hand while she held herself between double-crossed legs with the other.
She took a sip. The girls made eye contact for the first time that morning. Zelda bit her lip and looked sheepishly away, and Jewel just turned her head downward towards the table. Neither of them spoke at first, but after a moment of silence, Zelda said “Getting close...to leaking...yet?”
Jewel shook her head while grabbing herself frantically with both hands. “Nope.”
Zelda twisted her crossed legs to the side and held her crotch. “Me neither.”
Another ten minutes or so passed in silence – the same kind of merely tolerative silence that had filled the previous afternoon and evening. To their great relief, both girls' frantic desperation cooled down to only a dull throbbing in their bellies once it was given time to settle. Soon their minds were clear enough to think straight again, but they knew they couldn't get up without sloshing their bladders around and reverting back to quivering piles of urgency.
So, for a lack of anything else to do, Jewel put her hand back on its perch on Zelda's bladder. She poked it a few times, prodded it here and there, and in general administered a gentle massage, which Zelda endured without complaint. For five minutes, Jewel kept poking and kept prodding, until Zelda couldn't take it anymore and she moved Jewel's hand away. Zelda then took her turn massaging Jewel's bladder, which Jewel endured with a few more grunts and groans than Zelda had needed.
An hour passed. The champion holders alternated between tormenting one another, when one felt she could handle it, and comforting each other, when things got bad for both of them. Their desperation was now returning from its detour into mere pain, rising once again as a cold panic, an animalistic agony, a terror. Zelda was breathing heavily – in for two beats, out for two beats – hanging on to the edge of sanity by grasping the rhythm tightly, pounding her thighs together every half beat. Jewel was simply sitting still, both hands in her crotch and her legs intertwined twice over, several tears running down her cheek.
Zelda would win. She knew she would. She sat straight and resolute while doing her timed dance, and even managed to direct some of her attention away from her bladder and towards Jewel.
And while observing her companion, she saw a shift in the girl's posture – subtle, but unmistakable. It was the shift from expected success to expected failure; the slip out of control of the difficult and into mad forestallment of the inevitable; the exhalation of any hope she might have had that she could hold forever this time.
Jewel was making her last stand against her bladder!
Zelda funneled what spare attention she had into some quick calculations. If Jewel was anything like Zelda, then this stage of the hold would last about eight to fifteen minutes. It was the second-to-last stage – or third-to-last, if you counted peeing itself as a stage – right before the mad dash to a toilet (or bush). If Zelda could delay this stage in herself for ten minutes or so (it was partly a psychological shift which could be warded off with concerted effort) then Jewel would certainly finish it before Zelda did. Much less than ten minutes and Zelda might be rushed through the entire stage as Jewel clawed tightly to the rough ground it was made of, staying dry until Zelda had passed her and lost.
But no, it would not come to that. Although Zelda was in terrible pain – comparable to the time she had broken her Personal Best of 51 hours by an additional 4 hours as a she was whisked past one rest stop after another in a speeding car – she would not slip so soon. She had at least another thirty minutes in her, maybe forty. It wasn't the three hours and fifty-five minutes that remained until the ninth toll of the indifferent bells, but it would take her beyond Jewel and to victory by an almost-comfortable margin.
...if Jewel was anything like Zelda.
But as the wall clock ticked along, and as Zelda's bladder seemed to swell and swell, to grow visibly like bamboo, she began to realize that perhaps Jewel was not anything like her. Twenty minutes after Zelda had capped her estimation of Jewel's remaining time at only fifteen minutes, Jewel was still holding on. Was she aware of the feat she was displaying? Could it be that Jewel had found a way to get around the intensity of this stage of the hold? Could she have developed a method by which she could draw it out for thirty minutes? ...or six hours? Now that she had made it past twenty minutes, there was no telling how much longer Jewel might make it. There was no telling if the concept even applied to the girl.
And now, to her horror, Zelda herself slipped down into that stage of her hold. Her eyes widened and she gasped as the first wave of post-control pressure crashed against the dam; she held it at bay only by crunching up into a ball while pressing both hands between her legs. She released her breath back out as a moan or whimper as she sat up straight again. Bending over had put even more pressure on her bladder, and she needed a minute to recover.
She looked up a minute later, wiping a tear from her eye, to see Jewel staring at her. She almost chuckled, as if to say “bladders, am I right?”, but stopped herself, lest the shaking motion of laughter slosh and spill her bladder. Instead, she smiled sheepishly.
“So you finally get to see me struggling to hold my pee,” Zelda said. “After three days...”
Jewel opened her mouth to say something, but hesitated.
Zelda noticed. “What?”
Jewel blushed a little, squirmed in place, and looked down at her tightly-crossed legs.
“...three years...” she said quietly.
Zelda was puzzled at first, but then she understood. Jewel hadn't seen the understanding come over her face, though, so she elaborated.
“I noticed that you hold your pee a long time ago, around when I started working at the shop. I didn't even know your name. I just noticed that sometimes when you came in, you'd have a bulge in your tummy. At first I didn't know, but...eventually I figured it out.”
Zelda didn't say anything. In the silence, Jewel added “Sorry if that's creepy. I just--”
But here, Zelda spoke: “It's okay,” she said with as much of a kind smile as she could manage through her pain. She saw that Jewel wasn't convinced, so she continued: “I would have done the same thing.”
When Jewel looked at her, she winked.
Jewel wanted to respond – maybe by winking back, or by giggling – but her bladder prevented her from doing anything except concentrate on keeping the floodgates closed. She uncrossed her legs briefly, just long enough to jam her hands in between them, before wrapping them back up into a tight package. To return to the topic of Jewel's extended stay in the penultimate stage of her hold, she was indeed aware of what she was achieving. She didn't know why she was able to cling to the stage for so long, and she couldn't think about it because her bladder was too full and distracting. But if she could have, she might have hypothesized that two factors were at play: one, her wildly competitive nature when it came to holding, and two, her arousal from seeing this other beautiful woman on the brink of losing control of her own distended bladder. It had been Jewel's dream to see this for as long as she could remember, and it had been her dream to see this specifically in Zelda ever since she had met the girl. Her perfect hips, large breasts, and (normally) flat tummy had caught Jewel's eyes, and her face and personality had held them captive for ages.
As Jewel reminisced about Zelda's angelic appearance, the contrasting hellfire in her lower belly grew hotter and wilder, and she shrunk down into a more and more tightly-wound ball, the picture of human desperation, trying to keep the fire tamed for just another few minutes.
Meanwhile, it occurred to Zelda that they had not prepared any way for the winner to pee if she wanted to do so while the loser was still on the toilet. She had just assumed that she would win by a wide margin and be able to hold for hours after Jewel had given up. But this was not the case: her own bladder was thrashing wildly around in her belly, demanding to be emptied, repeatedly smashing its head against the ceiling of Zelda's pain tolerance. A tear collected in her eye and rolled gently down her cheek, running out of material before it could even drop off of her chin.
Zelda cursed herself under her breath: “...dammit...”
Jewel wanted badly to comfort her; she knew how Zelda felt. But alas, she had no strength to spare: as these very thoughts ran through her mind, she knew she was in the final minute of her capacity to wait. She tried to deny the fact, to put the end off just a little longer, but as her quivering sac of piss approached the limit of its ability to delay the inevitable release of what must have been far more than its normal capacity, she saw that it was hopeless.
She stammered, humiliated by her need to ask such a question, but managed to make herself ask it anyway.
“Zelda...? Do you...do you think I could...u-use your...your restroom?”
Zelda's eyes widened – not so much because her eyelids opened farther, but rather because her pupils dilated, as a cat's pupils do when it approaches its prey. She hesitated, then grinned.
“Sorry, I don't have a restroom. I don't ever need one.”
Jewel squeezed her eyes in pain, then repeated breathlessly “...Seriously...it's...an emergency.”
Zelda could not suppress her grin from growing evily as she stood up and guided Jewel to the bathroom. As she arrived at the door at the end of the hallway, she thought briefly about ducking inside and locking Jewel out. How perfectly sexy that would be, how excellent a situation to control...
But she stopped herself. If she was going to win, she was going to do it without cheating. She would to allow things to proceed smoothly now that they were going her way: she was not the selfish hare who makes a good start but slacks in the end; she was the wise, biding tortoise who patiently sees things through until they are done right.
Jewel slunk down the hall behind her, clutching her enormous belly in pain, letting out a moan every step. Seeing her like this gave Zelda the power she needed to ward off the onslaught of pressure within her own giant belly, despite it having redoubled its rage when she had stood up. Jewel looked down at her feet as she passed Zelda – a gesture of admitted defeat. She also left the door open as she entered the bathroom, to let Zelda know she could watch if she wanted to.
Zelda did want to. She followed Jewel in and – forgetting or ignoring her new-found fondness of tortoises – did not step into the bathtub for good measure. Rather, she stood a few feet from the toilet, holding her bladder's four-inch protrusion in one hand and a fistful of her own shirt in the other, to keep her fingernails from digging into her palms as she clutched her hand in pain and effort. She watched intently.
Jewel paused before the toilet, only a foot away. A thought blurred past Zelda: what if Jewel is only faking me out? The thought must have tripped over a nerve as it ran through her mind, for it triggered an immense wave of pain in her bladder, which Zelda tried to stoically tough out, but which caused her to bend forward and moan anyway. No matter – she could hear by Jewel's moan that she was not faking after all. No one could fake such a pleasured, painful, desperate noise as what Jewel had just uttered.
And then Zelda saw why Jewel had moaned at that particular moment, inches from relief: a wet, dripping patch was forming on her bottom, growing larger by the second. Jewel stopped her moan short, took half a breath, then cried out in pain. Zelda took half a step back. The scene was so nearly orgasmic to her that she forgot about her own pain for a moment.
But Jewel regained control. She arrested the patch's growth when it was only the size of a hand – Zelda's hand, not Jewel's much smaller one – and although it spread a few more millimeters and dripped a few more drops due to simple fluid dynamics, Jewel was keeping the rest of her pee contained. Zelda glanced at the clock: 7:54 AM. That made 4 days, 7 hours and 54 minutes that Jewel had held her pee. Good girl, Jewel. But the thought reminded Zelda of her own predicament, and she had to return all of her attention to it just to stay dry.
Jewel fumbled her belt open and undid her jeans button, then ripped the zipper down. She yanked her pants down frantically and struggled just to hook her pink underwear's edge with her thumbs. When she got it she yanked them down as well, then turned, bent halfway over in pain, and sat down on the toilet.
The sound of the stream of piss hitting the water was no less than that of a faucet turned on full blast. The accompanying sigh from Jewel's mouth was no less than that of a girl who has met an angel. Zelda looked on with pursed lips, willing herself not to leak like Jewel had, nor to dance around like her bladder wanted her to.
But she couldn't help it; as Jewel's relaxation sank into euphoria, Zelda had to hold herself, cross her thick, beautiful legs, move her hips around and even bounce on one foot. She blushed furiously, trying every moment to stop the silly dance, but Jewel took no notice: she was in heaven. Her hot piss streamed out at maximum power for a full minute, then another, and still it flowed. Zelda watched with increasing jealousy, wishing desperately that she could pee, even considering stepping into the bathtub and peeing her pants just to get relief.
But no. She had promised herself a clean victory, and she would get one. Even if she had to wait for hours, she would get one.
After four full minutes, Jewel's stream slowed to a trickle, and after another 45 seconds, the trickle slowed to a stop.
Jewel didn't move. Zelda bit her lip and shifted from side to side.
A minute passed. Jewel wiped herself, but remained on the toilet. Zelda was now hopping furiously from side to side, blushing deeply but staying dry.
Five minutes passed, and still Jewel taunted her. She did not look up, nor seem to make any facial expression at Zelda (but her black hair covered her face too much for Zelda to be sure).
Zelda waited. One minute, she would cross her legs and tap her feet, hands folded on her crotch; the next, she would sit down on the edge of the tub and lean forward, moaning in urgency and desperation; the next again, she would stand up and repeatedly stamp the ground with one foot – with the side effect of making her giant breasts bounce up and down. Jewel occasionally glanced up to watch.
But Zelda would not ask to pee.
After what seemed like eternity (but was only fifteen minutes) it occurred to Zelda that perhaps she would need to stop dancing around if she wanted permission to use the toilet. She summoned all her remaining strength over the course of the next minute – risking total exhaustion if even this didn't satisfy Jewel – and managed to stand completely still. As she stood, sweating and shivering, but not squirming, Jewel slowly began to stand up, pull up her underwear and then her jeans, button her jeans, and finally zipper them. She looked up mischievously at Zelda, who was in too much pain to be amused.
And as Zelda stepped past on her way to the toilet, Jewel reached around the larger girl's midsection and gave her huge belly a constricting squeeze, as hard as she could. She didn't hold the position for more than a second, but she figured the damage was done anyway.
Zelda's initial reaction was a stifled gasp of surprise.
Then: “nnnNNGGGGAAAAAAAGGH!”
But to both girls' surprise, she did not leak; she did not even break posture. She simple screamed that primal scream of pain, her round eyes shut tight and her teeth clenched, then proceeded to unbutton and unzip her pants and pull them down with her panties in one motion. She spun around and, before her butt had even touched the toilet seat, began peeing full-force.
Her stream was as powerful as Jewel's, and would have lasted as long had she not prevented the faucet stream from slowing to a trickle – she had always liked to get the pee out as quickly as she could.
Jewel watched and listened excitedly as her competitor emptied her bladder. She had enjoyed making her wait, and had wanted to keep going for longer, but when Zelda had demonstrated her ability to stand still while containing such an immense load of piss, she had given up.
Zelda wiped quickly and stood up, pulling her pants back around her hips. She had won a clean victory, as promised, and she was beaming. She suspected she really was the last person to pee this year, too.
“Not bad, eh?”
Jewel smiled back and said “I guess not...for a beginner.”
“Hey now,” Zelda said, still grinning. “No need to be a sore loser. There's always next time.”
Jewel looked up in wonder. “N...next time?” she asked breathlessly.
Zelda nodded. “As far as I'm concerned, you can stop by any time you want. Just let me know in advance so I can get nice and full for you.”
Jewel was speechless, and Zelda giggled at her. “C'mon, did you think I'd stop at beating you just once?” She poked Jewel in the tummy playfully.
Jewel twitched at the poke and, after a moment, poked Zelda back twice, laughing as she did it.
Zelda, not to be outdone, poked Jewel three times, and Jewel, still feeling aroused and now feeling a bit daring, poked Zelda's right breast. Zelda smiled and giggled, then wrapped her arms around her smaller companion and pressed Jewel's head into her soft chest. Jewel had to stop herself from drooling on Zelda's shirt.
When she released her embrace, Jewel stepped back and stumbled light-headedly.
After recovering, she said “Thank you again for letting me stay here. I really enjoyed myself, and I was really thankful to be inside.”
“Of course,” Zelda said. “It was my pleasure to have you over.”
They exchanged broad smiles, and finally Jewel said “Well...I guess I'll need to leave soon. I have work in a few hours, and...I'll need to change.”
Zelda nodded. “Yes you will. I'll drive you back to work. Will someone be there to unlock the door?”
“Yeah, my manager always comes in to work really early. She'll be there.”
“All right,” Zelda said. “I wish you could stay for longer, but...life calls. Do you need to get anything before we leave?”
“Nah, I didn't bring anything with me. But...you might want to put a towel on your car seat before I sit on it.”
Zelda grinned. “I will. But I don't really need to; I have a refined process for getting pee stains out of my car seat.”
They went outside and got into Zelda's car, and Zelda drove Jewel back to the restaurant. Jewel went inside – not caring who saw her with pee-stained jeans – and grabbed her keys off of the counter in the back where she had left them.
She went back outside and saw Zelda waiting to bid her goodbye. She smiled and waved, and just before Zelda turned away to start driving, Jewel winked at her. Zelda winked back one last time – she would be coming here again.
As Jewel drove home to change, she couldn't stop thinking about those last few minutes in which she had kept Zelda from peeing when she wanted to – how she had forced Zelda to squirm and dance around just to stay dry.
It was good to know that, despite seeming like a goddess, Zelda was only human, and even she needed to pee sometimes.
END OF SECOND STORY |
So I rifle through this board all the time, and I thought to myself "I want to do that!". So I sat down did that!
This is part one in a part whatever series. That means that if people think this is shite, I'll scrap this and write something better.
Spell checking provided by Google Docs and several cursory checks by me! If you find any errors, please let me know, I'll angrily type at them until they go away.
It was a generic but idyllic morning in the village of Dove. The dew coated grass had been caught by the dawn’s light at a fantastic angle, making every lawn near and far seem like prisms full of colors. Swathes of young green wheat swayed in the gentle breeze, watchful crows perched on the timber roofs cawed and croaked at passersby, and without a single thundercloud in sight, a gigantic crimson lightning bolt arced across the sky, striking a young blacksmith’s apprentice right in the forehead. In that very instant, the whole town stopped what they were doing, and looked on in abject horror. The farmers milling about in their fields threw down their seeds, and ran indoors. The beekeeper lost his concentration, dropped a hive’s section, and screamed in horror as swarms of extremely pissed off bees reminded the beekeeper with a blinding flurry of stings that they weren’t kept inside hives all this time for the bees safety. The Blacksmith was the most distraught of them all, as in an instant, he lost both his personal cook and his professional gopher. He buried his face into his blackened palms and wept.
The smoke from the crater that used to be the apprentice cleared and revealed- wait, the apprentice?! Yes! The young redhead hadn’t been reduced to finely ground powder! In fact, she seemed to be absolutely radiating with health! Literally! An unearthly red glow illuminated her entire body. She blinked, and looked at her hands. “Unlimited power…” she whispered under her breath. Suddenly, she began to levitate! Just a centimeter or two at the start, but then to a meter, then two meters! Her eyes now crackled with a sinister energy, and with an audible pop, they exploded to reveal two motes of pure electrical energy.
“Yes! ARISING THUNDER!” the girl cried out as she imagined a sick guitar riff blaring in the background. She didn’t know what a “guitar” or a “riff” was, but they probably sounded cool as hell.
Her voice echoed through the village, past the hills, and in through the valleys, insuring that all mortals nearby could hear her call. She then began to experiment with her newfound powers. This began with simple science experiments, such as lightning plus cottage roofs equals “oh goddamnit, you set fire to me ma”. She then repeated this sick “experiment” with all the cottages, then the sheds and barns, and finally all of the crops. She laughed with childlike glee as she rained down pain and suffering in electrical form to all those who once laughed at her. Cries of horror could be heard all throughout the village, ranging from “You set fire to my-- everything!” to “OH FUCK, FLAMING BEES”.
“Bow, to your god-emperor, Yvonne!” she belted out, punctuating the pauses with her incredibly sinister laugh. Eventually, she had managed to level the entire village, farms and all, giggling as she watched all its denizens flee for the hills. She was tempted to chase after them and start tiny fires in their hair, but then she realized that she simply could not be bothered. After committing dozens of acts of arson, Yvonne finally felt content.
Except… Something wasn’t quite right.
Besides the whole “Yvonne scorched the world”, something wasn’t quite right here. Then from the ashes the village pavilion sprouted a tall white tree. At that instant, Yvonne lost whatever dark power that had manifested within her, and fell back to the earth like a sack of lead bricks. She hit the dirt face first with a satisfying thwack! This knocked the wind out of her, and when she came to, she frantically searched her limbs for any sign of that sickly-sweet red glow from before, but the only bit of red on her now was the thin trickle of blood running down from her probably broken nose. She beat the ash-laden ground next to her in a childlike fit of rage before hitting a hidden stone, and recoiling back “Ow! Goddamnit! None of this is fair! Why can’t they let me enjoy this?!” She moaned, fighting back tears of bitter defeat.
While Yvonne was mourning the loss of her power and the subsequent abuse thereof, the white tree called out to her.
“Child.”
Yvonne wiped the blood and vengeful tears from her face, and slowly looked up to the tree.
“Oh, it’s you.” she said, feeling her face contort to an involuntary scowl.
“Seek out the-”
“-The petrified birch at the city of Kestrel. Yeah, that’s what you say every single time this happens.” Yvonne interrupted. She’d heard this arboreal speech enough times to remember it by heart.
“Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t want to?” One she realized what she had just said, she immediately covered her mouth in an attempt to take back what she said, but the damage had already been done.
The tree said nothing at first, y’know, like a normal tree. What had appeared to be a simple knot in the base of the tree suddenly parted, revealing a single squid-like eye, bulbous and terrible. The eye seemed to stare not at Yvonne, but through her. She felt her stomach drop about ten-thousand leagues under the sea as a strange primal fear began to grip at her very being. She couldn’t explain why, but something about this tree unsettled her. She tried to break the gaze by looking away and shutting her eyes as tight as they could go, but even as she broke eye contact, she could still feel the tree’s presence in her mind. Without warning, strange macabre visions began to flash throughout her mind. Her limp body hanging limply by a chain noose affixed to a white tree. Being bound to a white tree as archers atop a hill pincushion her body. Having a white sapling burst from her stomach in her sleep. White, blood red, white, red, the visions all followed a terrible pattern. Absolutely terrible things happening to her while the tree watched, ubiquitous to every scene.
She flung herself to the ground, covering her ears, shutting her eyes, and resorted simply screaming to get these dark visions out of her head. She wanted to ball up and cry, but the tree would not relent. Enough images to fill a children’s picture book series when finally, a hollow voice echoed through her mind.
“Child, can’t you see? There is no other option.”
Yvonne could only respond with screams.
“AaaaaaAAAAAA!” Yvonne cried out as she bolted awake. Bleary eyed and terrified, she drew several heavy breaths and frantically searched the room for any signs of that white spindly bastard. Finding nothing, she fell backwards and collapsed back into bed with a soft thump.
“Just another dream, nothing to be afraid of.” Yvonne mumbled as she rolled over and buried her entire head into her soft down-feather pillow. It was at moment that she realized how incredibly uncomfortable she was right about now. Her heart beating like a tone-deaf drummer, and she felt absolutely clammy all over.
“Eugh, gross.” she mumbled into her pillow as she blindly felt around for the source of the dampness. To her relief, it was mostly just nervous sweat, but she always had to check. Lately the dreams have been getting pretty bad. Not just inconspicuous wet spot bad, but rather “wake up yelling while sitting in a pond” bad. Many of these dreams had left Yvonne running through the village, red faced and smelling of terrified wee, off to do her secret laundry in the creek nearby. The worst part was, she couldn’t explain herself to anyone if she ever got caught. What was she supposed to say? “A demon tree in my dreams is making me wet the bed, sorry!”
Yvonne tried closing her eyes and going back to sleep, but once you’ve seen that, there’s no going back. She shut her eyes tight, and tried counting gnomes in her head, but even the gnomes seemed like they were scarred for life.
There’s simply no helping it, I’m not going to get any sleep like this. She thought, letting the pessimistic side of her brain reign free. With no hope for sleep, she let herself drift over to the edge of the bed and let gravity do its thing. With a thunderous thump she fell to the wooden floor, dragging the sheets, the blanket, and a single pillow off the bed and down to the abyss with her. Like a butterfly in a net, the sheets encased her and left her squirming uncomfortably on the bedroom floor. Taking after the mighty salmon, she then mustered up all the strength in her limbs to blindly flail around and free herself from the rat’s nest of bedding that had become her prison. After several seconds of blind fury, she freed herself from her fluffy prison!
“I really need to do more cardio.” she reminded herself as she shakily rose to her feet. Feeling a bit wobbly after her skirmish with the bed, she laid a hand against the bedroom wall to steady herself.
“Yeah, I’m gonna just… stay here awhile.”
~+~
After a minute of deep contemplative thoughts that only a good lean against the wall can give, Yvonne finally felt that she might be ready to actually get something done. She walked over to her closet, and began rifling through nearly identical articles of clothing.
The dark gray coat, or the light black tunic? So much to choose from these days…
The only thing that ever set her apart from a moving shadow was a mauve scarf that she absolutely had to wear, even in the summer. Everyone is still surprised that she hasn’t succumbed to heatstroke yet. After deciding on the “slightly darker than black coat and slate gray trousers”, she lazily put them on over her pajamas. As she walked over to the door out of her bedroom, she noticed her worn leather boots tucked away in the far corner of the room next to the door. She narrowed her eyes as she stared the blighted things down.
“Not today!” she hissed as she kicked them across the room. She completed the act of a raving madwoman by throwing open the door, and running down the hall barefoot and totally prepared to take on the challenges of today. Despite her extreme confidence, she couldn’t help but feel like she forgot something incredibly important.
Her 100 meter dash down the hall took an abrupt halt as she expertly turned on her heel right at the end only to be met with a precarious wooden staircase, to which she only scoffed at. She gripped the staircase balustrade, and with a mighty laugh, thrust herself over the edge as elegantly as possible. Yes, soared like a great red heron, and fell harder than a dodo as she crashed down the second set of stairs below the balustrade. Each single step greeted her with a nice whack on the side as she took her tumultuous voyage down the staircase. As she lay at the foot of the staircase, she felt herself all over in search of any mortal wounds.
Everything hurts… she thought, hoping that her final thoughts might end up in a fantastic opera one day. One she figured out that she wasn’t actually dying, she took stock of her newly gained bruises.
One on my knee, one on my- hey wait a second, why is my abdomen kinda feelin’ like-- OH WAIT! she yelled in the safety of her own mind. I never went to the bathroom, did I?!
So used to the demon tree literally scaring the piss out of her nigh on every night, she never went to the bathroom at all this morning. Just then, she heard a door open somewhere in the house. Heavy footsteps made the floorboards creak like the house was about to come down. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and Yvonne heard a sigh from somewhere to her right. She quickly got up and looked around, but could only see a short silhouette leaning against the balustrade right above her, thanks to the dim light of the morning.
“Let me guess, demon trees again?” The figure said with barely veiled irritation in his voice.
“Shhh! Don’t say it out loud! It makes me sound crazy when you say it out loud!” Yvonne whined from the bottom of the stairs. Not liking being overshadowed, she bounded up the staircase, three steps at a time until she was once again at the top and face to face with the figure, only to find that it was her master, Mr. Goff.
“No, Yvonne, it makes you sound insane. Do you have any idea what time it is?” The figure said, making his point with a slightly stifled yawn at the end of his sentence.
“Too bloody early for this?”
“Too bloody early for this.” Goff repeated with a scowl and a nod.
“Too bloody early for this.” Yvonne parroted back, wrinkling her face into a frown to try and complete the effect. She’d gotten the harsh Northern Gull accent perfectly, but the face could really use some work.
“Hilarious, now knock it off, we’ve got stuff to do.” He said, rolling his eyes all the while.
“Hilarious, now- wait, what?” Yvonne gasped theatrically “Wasn’t today supposed to be our day off?”
“Hah, not likely. Where’d you get that notion from?” Goff said, looking up to Yvonne with inquisitive eyes. Yvonne may dwarf Goff, but no matter what, Goff always won when it came to a piercing visage.
“But- You- Remember that thing you said last week? About how you, quote, “Were getting too tired for this shite” Yvonne said, perfecting his accent and lisping the s’s like he always does.
“Ah. Yvonne, you’ve got much to learn. The life of a smith is dangerous, and fraught with peril and sarcasm. It’s a li-err, what are you doing?” Goff stopped mid ramble, and eyed Yvonne’s legs curiously. Only then did she notice that she was pressing her legs together and fidgeting periodically. She immediately straightened out and tried to act like she was absolutely fine.
“Err, nothing!” She offered a nervous but reassuring smile to seal the deal, but she could feel her bladder taking the rest of her body hostage, and she was not having it.
“What, did the ol’ demon tree put ants in your bed too?” Goff muttered just barely audibly causing Yvonne to scowl heavily.
“Careful, frowning like that gives you will prolly’ give you wrinkles!” Yvonne tried to pretend that she didn’t care, but the thought of having her face resemble an old leather wallet scared her almost as much as the demon tree did. At that moment, she felt the muscles around her bladder spasm, and visions of her having to mop liquid embarrassment off of the hardwood floors suddenly flashed through her mind, causing her to wince.
“Probably just kidding!” Goff blurted out, taking note of the obvious look of discomfort on her face. “I’unno much about faces. Anyway, remember that madman at the edge of town, next to Miller’s warehouse?”
“Y-yeah!” Yvonne stammered, trying and failing to mask her discomfort. This really wouldn’t be nearly as bad if I could move around.
“The one that wanted to, what was it? ‘Revolutionize the countryside with electricity!’ Well, he burned down his workstation when he poured some caustic crap over something he shouldn’t have and caused a catastrophic fire like the genius he was.”
“G-great!” Yvonne realized that at this point, she should probably just stop trying to talk.
“Yeah, and the best part is, he wants to start the whole bloody thing over again? Crazy right? Right?” Goff said this as he stared at Yvonne, waiting for a “right!”. When the response never came, he sighed and continued his spiel.
“Okay, I’ll make this short. He requested 200 meters of copper wire, he’s already paid, and all you have to do is run there give it to ‘im, and run back. The parcel’s in the shop where I usually keep deliveries, simple enough?”
“Can I j-just-”
“No, you can’t just go back to bed, off you go! Scatter! Flee!” Goff quickly interjected. When Yvonne still looked unsure, he spun her around and launched her forward towards the stairs.
Yvonne kept running after being tossed. At this point, to stop was to die. Because face it, wetting yourself in your master’s house and trying to blame the puddle on a spilled glass of whatever is basically the social equivalent of death. She treated the house like a labyrinthian dungeon, and tried to work her way through methodically and efficiently as possible. In her second mad dash around the house today, she came upon a closed door! Thankfully, Yvonne was a certified door expert and made the well researched decision to open it by throwing her weight at it at full force rather than turn the handle, because that’s just how she rolls. She leaped and angled herself so that she’d body-check the door with her side. However mid-flight, she realized that she probably weighed less than a burlap sack of feathers. This realization came far too late, however, and time itself seemed to fracture as the door rapidly approached. Yvonne shut her eyes tight, and yelled out “Not like this!” as imminent doom came forth. She hit the door at mach five which left her stunned and reeling. Suddenly, she felt something warm run down her leg, and she immediately froze.
“No! Not after all of that! This isn’t how this should end!” she shouted out as her hand immediately shot down to her crotch and inspected the damage. It was just.. A beat of sweat?!
“Victory!” She shouted as she threw her arms back -- and drew them back in after a particularly bad spasm made her double over to regain her composure. The urgency seemed to subside for a time, allowing her to concentrate on not screwing absolutely everything up today.
“What in the seven hells are you going on about down there?!” The voice of Goff echoed from above.
“Sorry! Just got a little excited!” She yelled back. Okay, the workshop is behind this door, let’s try this again.
After surviving a near-fatal crash, she swung open the door to the workshop, and took a good look around, and surveyed for the package.
“Anvil? No, not quite. Countertop? Nah, too heavy. Brown paper package on the countertop? Let’s hope so!” she said aloud, just quiet enough not to attract the ire of Goff. She nabbed the package, stowed it underarm, and threw open the other door in the workshop that lead the the glorious outdoors. She took in the the fresh scent of the early morning, bathed in the dim glow of the morning sun, then remembered that she was supposed to be rather urgent at the moment. Leaving thin wisps of dust as she ran down the unpaved roads, she sprinted through town like a madman was chasing her. It didn’t take long for the lungs to pretend they were on fire, causing her to have to slow down, and catch her breath. Left bent over and wheezing, Yvonne realized that this was going to take a lot longer than she thought, and the heavy package of copper really wasn’t helping.
“I really shouldn’t have worn two layers of clothing for this.” She noted as she picked at the shirt under her coat. “I feel absolutely gross, maybe I should go back to the house and peel off first?” Then she remembered “Guardsman Goff” standing at the door, eagerly awaiting her return, so she kept trudging on. She felt thin beads of sweat run down her legs again, but didn’t bother checking after all those false alarms, so she continued shuffling on down the road. The sweat persisted, and also seemed to be followed by a quiet hiss.
Wait a second… Sweat doesn’t hiss!
Yvonne looked down, hoping for a different outcome --any other outcome other than what she was about to see. She looked down at the exact moment her bladder decided to usurp total control, and release its entire contents. She felt a dreaded warmth run down her legs, and with a startled yelp, she cast the package aside, and let her hands once again dive for her crotch in a half hearted attempt to stem the flow, but it just ran through her fingers and cascaded down her legs, darkening both her pajama shorts, meticulously chosen pants, and reddening her face. The puddling urine lapped against Yvonne’s bare feet as she stood there, absolutely petrified. She remained standing in an awkward stance until her accident finally drew to a close. At first she said nothing, the silence only punctuated by droplets of urine falling from the hem of her pants and into the the puddle below. She felt her fists start to clench as a rage she’d never felt before took hold of her. She looked skywards, and bellowed forth.
“THAT FUCKING TREE!”
And somewhere in an abandoned courtyard in Kestrel, a lone birch cackled. |
Hey guys, I wrote this story in about half an hour so it may be a little rough. I've always loved stories about the Black Widow, and I decided I wanted to work on my writing so I figured I'd whip something up. Let me know what you think or if you have other ideas for stories/this story! Contains messing.
Natasha Romanov had woken up that morning feeling rather queasy. The sensation was nothing new to her; she often woke up bathed in sweat, haunted by nightmares. Thankfully, last night had left her untouched by those terrors. This sense of nausea was a bit more mundane. Natasha grimaced as her stomach gurgled ominously. Yet, as it halted without fanfare, she decided it was about time to get up…
“BRPPPP”
Her fart cut through the utter silence of her bedroom as Natasha’s other cheeks reddened. Her time training as an assassin left her with exquisite control over her body and taught her to be ashamed of its weaknesses. This sudden lapse would have earned her scorn from her old masters.
Natasha Romanov, also known as the “Black Widow”, had found it hard to shed her past entirely. She knew that her physical appearance did not betray much about it. Her body was lithe yet curvy, with large hips, breasts, and – most importantly – a shapely toned ass that was the result of countless training. The only hint of her occupation could be found in her deceptively firm and dexterous limbs, whose power lay dormant beneath her silky skin. As she wriggled into her skintight black suit, which allowed for the full range of movement of her muscles, she paused to look at her face in the mirror. With full, pouty lips and a waterfall of curly red hair, she thought she looked more like a member of the former Russian aristocracy than a deadly killer-turned-superhero.
“BRRRRRAAAPPP”
Her body shamefully passing more gas, relieving a bit of the nausea claiming her stomach and throat, ruined that particular reverie. The Black Widow blushed even more. It was unbecoming of any lady, let alone a lady in full control of her body, to make these types of noises. It did help her stomach settle a little though. She frowned as she wondered whether her intestinal trouble might stem from the dinner that she had shared with the other Avengers.
Though she might look like a supermodel, she could match the rest of the team eating and drinking. The memories of last night were a little hazy. She recalled getting into a contest with Steve to determine which of them could put down the most roast pork in honor of their successful mission to Amerstdam. She had shocked the rest of the team by putting down what Tony estimated to be a half pig’s worth, washed down with several glasses of wine. It was not like her to unwind so freely, yet there had been no major sign of trouble in the past few months. Natasha was unaccustomed to the doldrums of low-level missions with very little danger.
Even still, she reflected, it was better to always remain vigilant. Ever since she had renounced her maiden country to come work for SHIELD, there was rarely a dull moment. If there was one thing she could count on, it was certainly that this peace was only temporary.
Her thoughts were confirmed moments later by the look on the Vision’s face as he phased through her wall. The Vision, though immensely powerful, still had a middling grasp on basic social cues. “It’s a good thing I got dressed when I did,” she dryly told her teammate. Vision ignored her jibe.
“Natasha, a report has come in from SHIELD. Several Malay villagers reported to their government that they had spotted an unidentified green humanoid in the jungles close to the coast. It is imperative that we ascertain the identity of this figure.”
Widow felt her heart-rate skyrocket as blood started rushing into her ears. Her tummy troubles were temporarily forgotten as the full weight of the news sank in. “Bruce? ”
“Possibly. At any rate, this retrieval is time-sensitive. Come with me to the Quinjet.” At the Vision’s words, Natasha remembered her earlier intestinal distress. The cartwheels her stomach was doing were certainly not improved by the Vision’s information. She had been planning on spending the morning making gratuitous use of the heavy-duty plumbing facilities that Stark’s buildings were equipped in. She bit her lip slightly. Regardless of her personal needs, Bruce might be out there. And if word had reached SHIELD, it could have reached more unsavory actors. Widow wasn’t going to waste precious minutes so she could make potty like an undisciplined child. With resolve, she headed for the door. Vision, following suit, paused for a second to wrinkle his nose.
“I should check the integrity of the air vents upon my return. Judging from the odor of your room, I fear there might have been ambient contamination.”
Natasha’s heart dropped right there. She had grown used to her own smell. Granted, her current gas was quite pungent, a mixture of greasy half-digested pork and red wine. Still, Vision’s alien appearance and approach to human interaction did not preclude a sense of smell. “Um…thanks Vision. And thanks for using the door this time.”
As she sipped her water bottle on the Quinjet, trying to quiet the buzzing in her head from last night, her stomach made queer gurgling noises. Natasha grimaced. “Not again,” she thought, as her stomach refused to be calm. No matter how hard she clinched her sphincter, small farts had been escaping her derriere. Theoretically, she could use the bathroom on the jet. However, she knew from experience that the vehicle was built for speed and not privacy. Its thin walls would betray her in a humiliating fashion. A few months ago, a fidgety Scarlet Witch made use of it on hour three of a five-hour flight. The resulting acoustics were as loud as an orchestra to the rest of the jets inhabitants. Widow remembered Witch’s sigh as what sounded like a waterfall escaped her legs, with an ending heralded by a loud airy fart. Wanda emerged from the bathroom positively blushing, and wouldn’t speak to anyone for nearly a week. If peeing sounded that loud, Widow was sure that the storm brewing in her bowels would be as good as broadcast on a loudspeaker to all of her friends. She’d rather die before letting Tony use that as ammunition.
So far, they hadn’t attracted attention from her teammates. Tony was piloting the jet, which seemed to consist of flicking the autopilot switch and making bawdy jokes. Steve sat in the co-pilot seat, no doubt attempting to drum up contingencies, but seemed to be growing steadily more annoyed by the ceaseless stream of jokes, jibes, and self-important claims coming from Iron Man. Black Widow sat in the back with Vision and Scarlet Witch, who seemed to be too busy making googly eyes at each other to notice her predicament.
Speaking of, her buns let loose another small stream of gas as Black Widow quickly took another sip of water to avoid displaying the relief on her face. “That one was a bit longer,” she thought to herself, as a cloying aroma reached her nose. Her gas stank worse than it had this morning, if that were even possible. Widow put her water bottle down to cough as its meaty stench filled her nostrils.
The cough attracted Scarlet Witch’s attention, if only for a brief moment, before she stole a glance at Vision again and went back to her private reverie. Widow felt a small pang of jealousy, not for the Vision, but for the budding romance between the two. She had felt that way once for Bruce; but he had left her along with humanity. Natasha wanted nothing more than to find him again. Grimacing, she steeled her resolve, vowing to bring Bruce back to her.
The oppressive heat and humidity of the Malaysian jungles did nothing to help Natasha’s growing headache. Worse still, her stomach had disliked the change in climate. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead as Natasha gratefully took another sip of water from the bottle she kept by her side. As she did, a small tingle hit her lower abdomen, reminding her of another urge she had been neglecting since this morning. “Great,” she thought to herself, “my body has to get rid of two types of waste.” This entire affair was pushing the limits of her body. The jungles were rich with vines and trees, disguising all possible danger and making Natasha weary of each step. Combined with her desire to see Bruce and fear that something might happen to him, it was taking all of her resolve to not soil herself on the spot. One of the benefits of her past was that she had trained her body to hold in waste for a long period of time. Her organization did not like the idea of a spy being compromised by toilet troubles. Still, her overripe dinner was knocking at her plush back door, and she had not made water since last night. Training could only do so much for her body, at some point she felt she might simply burst.
BRPPPPPPPPP!
She let cut a fart so loud she swore she heard small animal life fleeing. The only upside of her situation now was that her teammates were not cramped up next to her like on the Quinjet. The officials they had talked to had shown them the area where Bruce may have been spotted. Tony and Vision was flying over the jungles thick trees, trying to search for life, while Steve and Wanda were each cutting their own path in order to find Hulk as soon as possible. Widow was alone in the jungle, allowing her to relieve herself in small doses. She didn’t dare make the outdoors her toilet though. Between the immediacy the mission required and her fear that the jungle was concealing much worse terrors, the best she could do was let off some gas and occasionally clutch her womanhood to try to stem the tide of her other need. Glancing around, Widow steeled her sphincter for another burst of wind,
BRPPPTTTT!
Black Widow turned white. That last fart had ended a bit wetter than the previous ones. Worse, she swore she felt the tip of a log begin to poke at her behind, insistent on its escape. Her thighs trembled from the effort of containing it all. She felt sweat cover her entire body, with a little more concentrated dampness in her private parts. “Shit,” she thought. It felt like a little urine had leaked out of her during the last fart. There was no patch yet, but Widow was certain that her practical white underwear would be the color of daisies if she didn’t wrap this mission up soon.
The next twenty minutes didn’t help her predicament at all. Urine had begun to gradually leak out of her despite her thighs being clenched tight enough to open a walnut, leaving a dime sized wet spot right over her auburn-haired lips. At this point, her underwear felt more and more like a sauna, and she certainly couldn’t fool herself into thinking it was all sweat. A rotten odor stuck to her body as she farted consistently every half minute. Her control over her body had begun to erode. Widow realized that finding Bruce without making a toilet out of her skintight suit would be impossible. She just had to relieve herself. Her old masters had warned her time and time again to never let her guard down like she was about to do. But she wasn’t theirs any more. If she came back to the Quinjet smelling like an outhouse and stained brown and yellow, she knew that her teammates would be ruthless.
She sprinted over to a large tree, fidgeting and potty dancing as her body sensed it was close to relief. As she struggled to set free the zipper that kept her suit together, she failed to pay attention to the rustling in the bushes. Finally, she had gotten the zipper loose, and it was halfway down her body…
All of a sudden, ten large men burst out of the bushes. Widow looked up startled as the men pointed their weapons at her. The shock of it all finally released her pent-up bowels and bladder. Widow was mortified as the tip of the load that had been pressed between her sightly ass was rapidly ejected into her underpants, coiling against her buttocks. Its warmth was magnified by a second and third piece, each feeling like hot clay against her. Surprisingly, the logs were solid. Yet they were massive, and their oily stench quickly filled her nostrils as her suit sagged out to contain her shame. Her bladder betrayed her in turn, as rivulets ran down the side of her thighs before pooling at her feet. The inside of her legs and her ass was completely soaked. Widow, mortified, dropped to her knees, splashing in the puddle of her own creation as the men threatening her looked on puzzled. Only one of them, their leader, laughed as he stepped forward.
“You dumb bitch, I always knew you were a scared little girl, but I never thought I’d actually make you crap your pants.”
Widow looked up with tears in her eyes. She didn’t feel like the capable spy who went on missions with Captain America and Iron Man. She felt like a child who had had an accident. Natasha didn’t struggle as Rumlow, the leader of these armed men, gestured for two of them to pick her up and cuff her. As her new guards wrinkled their nose at her smell and gingerly avoided her puddle, she thought only of her humiliation and despaired of ever seeing Bruce again.
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Kyon let out a sigh as the palm of his hand covered his face to hide his annoyance. He knew voicing his opinion wasn’t going to do him any good; his protests would go unheard, like always. She had selective hearing like that. The she in question was Suzumiya Haruhi, the bane of his existence. Once she had that look in her eyes there was no stopping her, and that look told him one thing: he was about to lose his weekend.
Why? Why did nobody stop her? He looked across the room towards the purple haired girl who currently had her nose pressed in a book seemingly oblivious or uncaring to Haruhi’s antics. To his left sat the redhead with the perpetual blush having been forced into a bunny costume by Haruhi moments ago for unknown reasons. To his right was Koizumi, who seemed more than willing to go along with her plans. He would be no help.
“That sounds like a great idea,” Koizumi said, hammering in Kyon’s fate. He flashed Kyon a smile to remind him of just what would happen if he didn’t go along with it. Kyon sighed again, as his hopes of lounging around the house tomorrow were dashed.
“Then it’s settled!” Haruhi exclaimed, clapping her hands together with finality. “We’re going to go hunt for evidence of UFO’S tomorrow in the woods!”
This was the purpose of the SOS Brigade he had been forced into by their president and oh-so-fearless- leader Haruhi. Their mission was to find proof of espers, extra terrestrial life, time travelers, or anything else unusual. But the funny thing was, unknown to Haruhi, sitting in this very room, was all the things she had desired. Yuki Nagato, the quiet bookworm, was an alien sent to observe Haruhi. Koizumi was an esper. Bunny girl Asahina--the time traveler. And worst of all, unknown to Haruhi, was Haruhi herself, with the ability to play God and create and destroy worlds at will. This was the true purpose of the SOS Brigade—keeping Suzumiya Haruhi entertained. And that was how Kyon, Yuki, Haruhi, Asahina, and Koizumi ended up lost in the woods on Saturday.
She had split them off into teams. Kyon was with Koizumi and Haruhi had taken Asahina-- once again dressed as a bunny for unknown reasons-- and Nagato. That had been three hours ago. It felt like he and Koizumi had been wandering around in circles the entire time. Kyon was getting agitated but Koizumi seemed as relaxed as always.
“Enjoy the day!” Koizumi said.
“What exactly are we doing out here anyway?” Kyon asked. He was hot, tired, sweaty, and miserable. He swatted away a few gnats that encircled him. “She’s going to be mad if he don’t have anything to report.” In his bag sat an unused camera to take photographic evidence of whatever they found.
“Then just take pictures of nature and say there was something there but it didn’t show up on film.” Koizumi suggested with a shrug.
“Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?” Kyon said. He relented and reached into his bag for the camera. He pulled it out and set his sights on the tree line and snapped a few pictures. He had his finger pressed on the shutter, camera aimed at a line of bushes when he heard a high- pitched scream. Out from behind the bushes came a streaking and squealing Asahina, face as red as a cherry tomato.
Kyon and Koizumi froze in place wide eyed as the white and red blur shot passed them. “Does that count as something unusual?” Kyon asked after a few seconds of silence.
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Asahina shuffled behind Haruhi and Nagato. How long had they been walking around in the forest for? The tight costume was now nearly suffocating in the hot and humid climate. Why had Haruhi made her wear it here of all places? This wasn’t a hiking outfit by any means.
“To attract aliens of course!” Haruhi had explained earlier. “If they see a giant bunny girl walking around they’ll be curious and come investigate!”
Asahina sighed and fanned herself as Haruhi’s talk of extra terrestrial life and how to find it went in one ear and out the other. She was far ahead of them now, lost in her own world as she pointed to broken sticks on the ground. Nagato had slowed considerably until she was matching Asahina step for step.
“Is something the matter?” Asahina asked.
“There is about to be an alteration.” Yuki Nagato said softly.
“What kind of alteration?”
“That has yet to be determined.” Yuki Nagato said, her voice flat and emotionless. “Time until alteration is two minutes and 36 seconds.”
Asahina looked up to find Haruhi frozen in place a dozen yards ahead of them, before beginning to squirm.
“Everything alright, Miss Suzumiya?” Asahina asked.
Haruhi stopped walking and turned to face them. Asahina picked up that she seemed anxious about something.
“I need to stop and pee.” Haruhi announced unabashed. “Anyone else?”
Asahina shook her head. “It would be too difficult in this outfit. I don’t like park bathrooms anyway.”
“Search for bathroom was inconclusive.” said Nagato.
Haruhi shrugged and stepped off the trail. “Follow me if you change your mind.”
“Alteration in 10, 9, 8,7…” Nagato said. …”Alteration complete.”
Asahina let out a whimper and bent over. Why? Why so suddenly did she have to pee?
“I must empty myself.” Nagato said, “I will follow Suzumiya. My findings concluded she did not want to go alone. Reasons why are inconclusive. ”
“M-miss Haruhi! Wait for us!”
They chased after her until they saw her eying a clearing. Asahina squirmed as she looked around. There were no bathrooms in sight. In fact she hadn’t seen one since they hit the entrance of the park they had left behind several hours ago.
“Oh? You changed your minds?” Haruhi asked.
Asahina nodded and squirmed. “W-where are the bathrooms?”
“Huh? There aren’t any.”
“Th-then where do I. . .?” She started to ask.
Haruhi motioned with her hand to the clearing. “Anywhere here should be fine.” She said as she stopped in front of a tree and began to reach up under her skirt. “And don’t you dare get that costume dirty!”
“I have failed to gather data on ways to relieve myself without a toilet.” Nagato said.
“Seriously? You don’t know how to pee in the woods?” Haruhi asked. “Fine, just copy what I do. Stand in front of that tree.”
Nagato silently obeyed and stood in place by the tree next to Haruhi “I fail to see how standing in front of a tree will help.” She stated.
Haruhi ignored her and began to disrobe while vocalizing the steps. “Reach under your skirt and pull your underwear down. Now squat a few inches above the ground and move your skirt out of the way and that’s all there is to it.” She said. Haruhi relaxed and stared ahead into the distance as she began to relieve herself as liquid pitter pattered underneath her onto the dead foliage. Peeing outside in a group was definitely more interesting than peeing by herself, she thought.
“What now?” Nagato asked. Haruhi looked over at her and noticed she wasn’t going.
“You can pee now. Isn’t that obvious?”
“Oh. I see.” Nagato said. “This is not a toilet.”
“It’s fine, just pretend it is.”
“Noted. Evacuation has begun.”
Haruhi returned her gaze ahead and continued to zone out while she finished, until she looked up over the squirming red head in obvious distress. Asahina let out a low moan and bent at the waist. The red head wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t wearing a skirt, and even if she had been she couldn’t just brazenly pee in front of the other like Haruhi.
“Take the costume off.” Haruhi instructed as she finished, stood and began redressing herself.
“Out here? But I’m not wearing anything under it!” The red head complained.
“That’s the point.” Haruhi said coming closer and closer. After a struggle, the costume had been stripped away leaving the red head shivering with embarrassment and trying to cover herself. It was just like in the clubroom! “There! Now once you pee we can go back and search.”
“Uhh, uhh, right here?” Asahina asked horrified, looking for some kind of cover.
“Yes, right here. C’mon, we don’t have all day!” Haruhi said, becoming impatient.
“I-I can’t!” She pleaded.
“Sure you can! Look, you’re already squirming. Either spread your legs or squat down or else you’re just going to leak on yourself and then you’ll get the costume dirty if you put it back on.”
“I-I don’t have to go that bad. I can wait until later.” Asahina lied as she backed herself into a tree.
“My calculations predict you only have 45 seconds until you start leaking.” Nagato said.
“See? Nagato’s never wrong. I’m not letting you wear the costume if you make a mess on yourself. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” Haruhi insisted, standing only a few feet away and watching. “You’re already against a tree, all you have to do is move your legs. You don’t have to keep holding it in!” A smirk grew on Haruhi’s face. “Won’t it feel so good to finally let go?”
Asahina whimpered. Her body begged her for release as if it had been full for several hours instead of only a few minutes. This was Haruhi’s power to alter the universe around her. She wanted her to have to pee here in front of her, and so it had happened. She just didn’t know she had such a power. It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t do it on purpose, but it was clear Haruhi was amused by the situation.
“No, please don’t make me!” Asahina squeaked. It was going to come out any second, with or without an audience. Her body realized this and began to move her legs aside without her realizing it.
“That’s it! Now all you have to do is… Let. Go.”
Asahina let out another whimper as a small stream escaped and trickled between her slightly spread legs before she clamped shut.
“C’mon, Asahina, don’t stop. It’s not good to hold it in. Just do it and get it over with. It’ll be faster if you squat down.”
She didn’t have a choice. She knew it. Her bladder ached with every movement she made. She winced as she closed her eyes and hovered over the sticks and leaves as her body gave up. She whimpered and covered her face with her hands as the splattering sound of liquid falling into the earth echoed.
When she had finished an awkward silence filled the air. She let out a whimper and-driven by the sheer embarrassment of the situation—did the first thing that came to mind. She took off running.
“Asahina! Your clothes!” Haruhi called out after her, but remained in place. “She’ll be back.”
“The others are here.” Nagato said, pointing to the two stunned boys on the other side of the hedge Asahina had run through.
Once they had re-grouped minus the streaking red head, Haruhi demanded to see their cameras. Kyon handed his over without a word.
“Trash. Trash. Trash. C’mon, what were you doing all day? Didn’t you get anything- Oh! This is great!” She said shocking Kyon. He looked over to see what she was looking at. His face turned red as he stared at the picture of a white blur speeding past. “It’s not an alien, but it’s almost just as good! You actually got a ghostly apparition on film! I’m impressed with you, Kyon, you’ve finally done something useful! As soon as we get back I’m putting this on our website!”
Kyon sighed. He just didn’t have it in him to tell her the “ghostly apparition” was a picture of Asahina’s bare ass streaking through the forest he had accidently taken a picture of. |
While this is not something I´m usually into, here´s a story I wrote for a chat-friend of mine. I thought it would be enjoyable for others too, so with her permission, here it is:)
I shift on my side as I lie in bed, aware of my shirt brushing against my erect nipples. Since I´ve woken up a few minutes earlier I feel very aroused - probably from some erotic dream I can´t remember any more. But while the memory is gone, the arousal isn´t, and it takes all my self-control to keep my hands from slipping inside my panties to give my clit the attention it shouts for
"I shouldn´t do this now..." I think, turning again as I feel my moist pussy. I can feel my half-full bladder as well, not a real need to pee, but know that if I make myself cum, it will get very urgent, very quickly, and I won´t be able to get up and use the toilet for another hour. I sigh in frustration. There is nothing I´d like more than give myself release right now...but I really shouldn´t...
I close my eyes, thinking I might get back to sleep to take my mind off my arousal, but the only pictures that come to me are erotic ones. I have to stifle a moan at a particularly nice one and barely catch myself, my right hand already on my hip, sliding down. "Oh can´t do this..." I think again, even though i really want to. I even NEED to. My clit is aching and I know my panties are moist on the inside from my arousal
For a few minutes, i toss and turn, increasingly more frustrated as my mind keeps wandering. No matter what i try to think off, it all ends up in erotic pictures and situations. Finally, my concentration slips and I find my hand in my panties as I come to my senses with a shudder as my fingers find my swollen clit. "ohhh" i moan silently at the immense pleasure of the touch
"But I´ll have to pee right after..." the rational part of my brain tries to say while most of it is calling for me to continue. With difficulty I remove the hand, crossing my legs. I can wait....I can wait. I think. I try to turn on my stomach, but that just makes my boobs press into the bed and as I shift, my nipples rub on my shirt, sending more pleasure through my system. Suddenly I´m not sure I can wait
I turn on my back again and try to control my breathing, but as my eyes close again, something so hot, so sexy comes to my mind that the rational part of my brain just signs out, and gives up. "Ahhh" I sigh and work my right hand back between my legs, feeling the moistness. Wetness really - I haven´t been this wet for a long time. My legs spread apart as my hand moves slowly over my clit and pussy, wanting to savor the moment. For all the urgency of my need, I want to enjoy it
My left hand works up my shirt to caress my breast, making me shiver in pleasure as i touch my almost painfully hard nipple, and I almost scream out as I simultaneously touch my nipple and clit. I close my eyes and shut my mouth, now unable to stop for anything
I simply lie back as 2 of my fingers fine my pussy and I start rocking back and forth slowly, fingering myself, savoring every moment. "Oh my god!" I keep thinking, the other hand kneading my breast as I slowly speed up. I know that if I just rub my clit, just a few times, I will cum immediately, but I want to draw it out
I want to enjoy the feeling of pleasure for as long as I can, and so I keep rocking back and forth on my fingers slowly, deliberately
After a few minutes I stop, panting. It is almost painful to stop, but my right boob is feeling left out so I switch hands, urgently bringing my left hand into position and barely managed to NOT cum as i brush my clit. I have to turn my head to moan into the pillow, unable to stifle it, and start fingering again, frantically now
My moans come more frequent and forceful now, and I can barely come up from the pillow to breathe, knowing that if I don´t push my mouth into it the whole house will hear my scream out in pleasure, and so I keep moaning into my pillow as I pleasure myself
I can feel the orgasm approach like a train, unstoppable and force myself to slow down, wanting to keep going, but knowing it will fail. I am going to cum, to explode, and there´s nothing to stop it. At the last moment I remove my hand, turn on my stomach and push my head into my pillow as I frantically bring my right hand back to help
taking a final breath I keep fingering myself with my left hand as my right hand scrabbles for my pussy, 2 fingers finding it and rubbing and...
"OHHHHHHHHH" I scream into my pillow as i cum, mind exploding with pleasure. I shudder on my entire body as waves of pleasure run through my body, my hands frozen on my pussy as I moan and moan, for a full minute, until finally I come up for air
"oh my god" i pant, turning, covered in sweat, panties wet. As my mind clears, I realize I´m going to have to change them before my parents see, and smile. Worth it. My hand is still on my hot pussy, idly running over it, and as my pleasure subsides, I feel a different, urgent need. "oh crap" I think and remove my hand, crossing my legs
Nervously, I turn and look at the clock. 45 minutes...too long. I really have to pee. Now. I start wiggling my butt as I lie there, suddenly fearful. I can´t piss my bed, I think. I´ll never live it down.
And there is no way I could ever tell my mother why....she´ll just tell me I´m a baby. And ground me. Or worse. I re-cross my legs, wishing the feeling to go away. But, of course, it doesn´t. It keeps getting worse - and fast. Soon I am squirming around like crazy, watching the minutes trickle by
slowly, much too slowly. After 15 minutes, my hand is back between my legs, but this time to avoid disaster. I press on my pussy, fighting the urge to pee that I always get after cumming. The harder I cum, the faster I have to use the toilet after, and this orgasm was huge. I grimace and shift constantly. "I can´t hold it" I whimper, watching the seconds tick by now
After another 5 minutes I feel a first leak and panic. What do I do? I press both hands against my pussy now, desperate. Beyond desperate - Bursting. Bursting for a piss. I am tempted to scream out for somebody to let me go pee earlier than usual, but stop myself. They can´t see me like this, sweating, panties wet. They´ll know.....but I have to piss. NOW.
the leaks become more frequent and I do everything I can to hold it. move my ass, grind my pussy against my hands. I try rubbing, but that doesn´t work this fast after an orgasm. It just makes me loose a big spurt that soaks through my panties into my sheets. The sheets...I panic again. I am going to piss the bed, and mom will know. She´ll come in to get me and see my wet bed.
I´ll be in trouble. I wish I´d never done this I think, almost in tears as i spurt, again. They become longer and it takes everything I have to stop each one. 15 more minutes...there is no way I think through a fog of tears. Another spurt of pee and I stop it - just barely. drops of piss keep running out and I know I´ll never stop the next
Frozen with fear, I don´t know what to do. So I just lie there, waiting, mind blank. Until the next spurt comes and I know there is no stopping. Pee starts pumping out, running over my hands and into my bed. I feel it on my ass and spurting down my legs. The force is so great that it comes out as a stream that goes almost to my knees as, finally, i give up and relax, sobbing. I´m doing it...I´m pissing my bed like a 4-year-old girl.
I lie there, stiffly, as my bladder completely empties itself into my bed. Even my covers are soaked from the forceful stream, there is a big wet spot on them and I don´teven want to know how wet the bed itself is. I can hear it dripping down onto the floor underneath
Suddenly I hear steps outside and I just stare at the door, eyes wide and tear-filled, frozen in fear. The door opens, and my mother opens it, a cheerful smile on her face. I see her, happy, and then see her face change as she turns on the light and sees. KNOWS. her expression changes to surprise, wonder, anger. "what......MELY!" she mutters, too surprised to scream at me. I just watch, frozen, and start sobbing again "I´m so sorry mom..." I manage between sobs as she walks in, closing the door behind her, staring at the wet covers, then pulls them back. She stares wide-eyed at me, my soaked panties, the massive wet spot on the bed. Looks up to me, then back down. "I can´t believe you wet the bed" she says, sadly. "I´m really disappointed in you."
her tone makes me cry again. I wish she would scream at me. This is much worse. |
(I'm going to start off by saying that this is my first shot at a story, so any criticism or pointers on how to better my writing would definitely be helpful for future posts! Enjoy!)
"I really gotta get outta here.", Shelby thought as she watched her pre-algebra teacher ramble on about letters that somehow had something to do with shapes. "This is a huge fucking waste of my time. What does any of this even mean? Do these people seriously understand this crap?". Shelby didn't understand basic math, or care to for that matter, and was only in school this particular day because her dad was being extra abusive towards her mom that morning. "Alright, I can't watch this fat fuck flap his greasy jowls anymore." Shelby raised her hand up high, and wiggled it furiously, jangling her many bracelets which clanked loudly, enough to get Mr. Dawkins' attention. "Yes, Miss Pearlman?", he said in an exasperated tone, as he did not like being interrupted. "I gotta use the bathroom, sir.", Shelby said already knowing the response she'd get. "I don't know Shelby, this is a really important lesson today, and you'll need to know this for tomorrow's assignment." "I know, I promise I won't ask you tomorrow, I just need the bathroom real bad sir!" "Alright, but I'm holding you up to your word on that promise, Miss Pearlman.", said Mr. Dawkins. And with that Shelby walked out of the classroom, not to be seen again for the whole day.
Shelby usually spent her time going to her friends houses to bum a few bucks off of their parents, or maybe some food or to take a quick shower. She made money by stealing jewelry from locally owned pawn shops and selling them to other, more branched out pawn stores. She spent the money she made on drugs and booze and slutty, two sizes too small clothes, that actually showed off her slim but curvy figure well. Shelby was very attractive, although she didn't think so, with jet black hair, pale skin, and the most gorgeous black eyes. She was about 5'6", 115lbs, with descant sized breasts and a very good butt, according to some of her past flames. She was 17 years old, about to turn 18, but without a job, so moving out of her parents house seemed to be a thing of her dreams.
Shelby got home to see her mom laying on the tattered and stained couch, bleeding from her left nostril with two black eyes and a jar of whiskey in her left hand. "Momma, you alright?", asked Shelby as she kneeled down next to her mother. "I'm good, peach, your daddy did a number on me today. He's just in a bit of a mood, he'll get over it while he's out with Clint." "He's not my dad.", replied Shelby. "And he sure as hell won't be getting over shit when I see him tonight!" "Now, baby don't you get all mad on him now, he's the only one that's keeping this roof over our head.", said Shelby's mother. "Momma you can't just let him-". Shelby noticed her mother's blue jeans begin to turn dark around the crotch as it became apparent that she had too much to drink. "Mom, Jesus Christ you're too drunk, go get changed, you've pissed yourself!". "Hmm?", replied Shelby's mother as she looked down at her soaked jeans. "Oh, damn, peach I'm sorry. I'm so embarrassed, I'm gonna hop in the shower." "No Momma, you need to just change your pants, you're too fucking wasted to be anywhere near running water." , said Shelby. "Ha, alright honey, that probably isn't the smartest idea...that's why I love ya peach, you're always so smart and keeping me outta trouble!" "Just go change and go to bed Momma, I love you.", replied Shelby. "Love you too peachy."
Shelby went to the kitchen to get a dishrag to clean her mother's urine off of the already stained couch started scrubbing. "I'm always cleaning up after her, might as well be her mom.", thought Shelby as she pinched her nose to keep the urine smell out of her nostrils. "God damn!", Shelby shouted. "This is so fucking gross, Momma you need to see a doctor!" "Huh?", shouted a confused mother from her bedroom. "Nothing, ma."
Shelby finished scrubbing the couch and decided she needed to shower and head to bed. She quickly hopped in the shower and lathered her hair in Pantene, soaped her body up with some of her dad's old spice, and rinsed off. Shelby put on a plain white tee shirt and some black lace panties and dried her hair in front of her mirror. "My nose is so damn huge, no wonder that piss smelled so foul...", Shelby thought to herself. She had always had self confidence issues, even though she constantly had boys hitting on her at school, (when she did go, that is.) Some of the things she particularly didn't like about herself consisted of her ears, her teeth slightly out of line teeth, the way her mouth lay uneven when she smiled, and of course her boobs, which she always thought were too small.
Shelby finished drying her hair and hopped onto her bed, quickly drifing into a deep sleep, although having no reason to be exhausted, Shelby always seemed to fall asleep extremely easy and extremely deep, sometimes causing problems with her bladder, that seemed to fill up 100x faster when she was asleep, causing her to usually wake up in dire need for a piss, which she could always take care of as soon as possible, as the bathroom was right next to her bedroom.
"SHELBY!", yelled her father, startling her awake. "Ugh, what?", groaned Shelby as she rolled over to face her livid father in her doorway. "WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU AT SCHOOL YET!?". "I thought it was Saturday!", Shelby lied. "JESUS CHRIST GET THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, I NEED TO TALK TO YOUR MOTHER!" "ALRIGHT, FUCK!", Shelby screamed as she hopped out of bed, quickly throwing on some jeans and a hoodie. "Bye, peachy!", yelled her mother as Shelby rushed outside of the front door to head to her neighbor Dominick's house to hitch a ride. "Dom.", said Shelby as she knocked on the screen door of his trailer. The door was opened to reveal a 21 year old skinny dude with buzzed hair and a goatee. "Rough mornin'?", asked Dom jokingly as he stood in the doorway. "Yeah, he's being a dick as usual, you mind giving me a ride to school? I didn't wanna go today but-", "But you want to better yourself and be able to get a job in the future?" Interrupted Dom as Shelby eyed him annoyed. "No,", said Shelby, "Because that asshole is being a dick, you know this, now let's go!". Shelby quickly regretted being so hasty to Dom as she got inside his car only to realize she was absolutely busting for a piss. "Shit.", thought Shelby as she felt her full bladder pressing against the waist of her jeans. "I hate school bathrooms, there's no way in hell I can hold this in all day." Although Shelby often pretended she needed a piss to get out of class everyday, she would never even dare set foot in one of those awful bathrooms at her low-budget ghetto school. "Looks like I'm gonna have to tough this one out today...", Shelby thought as she wiggled her butt in her seat. "Um, what?", asked Dom as Shelby jumped in her seat, releasing a few drops of piss into her black lacey panties. "Um, nothing, I just was thinking out loud I guess.", responded Shelby. "Oh, what're ya thinking about then?". "Nothing Dom, just get me to school, okay?", said a clearly agitated Shelby. "Aright, damn, don't need to bitch, I'm doing you a favor.", snapped Dom. Shelby didn't respond. She was too focused on one; keeping the piss in her body, and two; thinking of a possibly opportunity to leave school and sneak home for a piss without her father noticing.
Shelby made her way into the cafeteria as she usually did on days she was forced to come to school, and scanned the cafeteria trying to find her girls, as she called them, who were freshmen that she always took advantage of.
Shelby eventually located her "girls", Quintsy, Lexie, and Tessy, and took a seat. "Hey.", said Shelby as she plopped down into a chair next to Tessy and Lexie. "Hey,", said Lexie, "You usually call us bitches and tell us to fuck off in the mornings, what's your deal, you take some Prozac this morning?". "No, I'm just tired." "No you're not," , accused Quintsy, "You're just high as a kite!" "Sure,", replied Shelby. "Let's go with that." The bell soon rang, followed by an announcement over the intercom. "Students, we would like to remind you that you should report to your 8th period class for all-day semester testing, report to your 8th period class." "Fuck!", squeaked Shelby as she remembered her promise to Mr. Dawkins. "What's wrong Shelly?", asked the girls in unison. "First of all," , snapped Shelby, "don't call me that. Second of all, you don't need to know shit about me, just do what I say and that's it okay? We are NOT friends.". "Yes ma'am.", said the girls, as they were usually to refer to Shelby as. "There is no way I'm going in those filthy bathrooms.", thought Shelby. She was determined to hold it until she could find an opportunity to ditch school and have a pee in the comfort of her home. Shelby walked as quickly as she could, thighs pressed tightly together, as she walked to Mr. Dawkins' classroom.
As Shelby entered the classroom, she was greeted by a slightly grumpy Mr. Dawkins, as he handed her two test papers. "Didn't expect to see you here today, Miss Pearlman. Have you got a pencil?" "Um...", Shelby stumbled for words as her bladder was now reaching it's limit. "I'll take that as a no, here you go." Shelby took her pencil and waddled over to her desk and plopped down. "Alright,", snapped Mr. Dawkins. "Don't put on a little show, you promised me you wouldn't ask to be excused so don't sit there acting like you're having an emergency, okay?" All the students in the class all looked over at Shelby, who realized she had been very obviously desperate to use the toilet since she got in the classroom. The embarrassment got to Shelby, making her lose focus on her bladder and allowing two large spurts to escape into her panties. Shelby gasped and her hands quickly shot to her crotch in a desperate attempt to hold back the impending disaster. The whole class started giggling at what they thought was just Shelby putting on a little show to get out of the classroom, which Mr. Dawkins seemed to have none of. "Shelby!", yelled Mr. Dawkins. "Get your hand out from between your legs and start on your test! Same with all of you students, I am not having it today!". "Mr. Dawkins, I-", "Shelby, shut up!", interrupted Mr. Dawkins. Shelby couldn't take it anymore. Tears began to well in her eyes as she began to beg. "I-I," , Shelby couldn't get two words out of her mouth before she starting sobbing. She soon lost all control of her bladder, releasing a hot torrent of pee spraying into her panties and out onto her jeans. She peed with such force the the golden liquid sprayed through her cupped hands and out onto the floor. Shelby's hot piss sprayed all the way down the legs of her light blue jeans, soaking them and running into her black and white converse sneakers. Shelby peed for almost 45 seconds before it slowed down into a steady stream, overflowing the chair she was sitting in, and spilling onto the floor. She put her head into her hands and started balling like a little kid as everyone watched her in shock. A 17 year old girl completely soaked her jeans in class. Shelby soon felt a hand touch her shoulder. "Shelby," said Mr. Dawkins with sympathy. "I am so sorry, let me take you to the nurse." She stood up revealing her gorgeous ass completely soaked with piss, the bottom of her hoodie even receiving some of her accident. "Josh, can you go down the hall and get the janitor to come clean this up for me please?", asked Mr. Dawkins as he held a sobbing and wet Shelby. "Alright.", said Josh, leaving to go get the janitor.
Mr. Dawkins walked Shelby down the hall to the nurses office, who immediately noticed her predicament and gave her some cheap, flowery panties and some Hello-Kitty sweatpants to change into. "I'm really sorry Shelby, I thought that-", "It's okay. I always cry wolf, I guess. It's my fault.", interrupted Shelby. "Well," said Mr. Dawkins, "I'm sorry about this whole situation, I know this is seriously embarrassing. What didn't you just go before class hun?" "I uh, kind of have this thing about the school bathrooms...", replied Shelby. "Ha, well that's awfully rich coming from someone who always asks to go to one!", laughed Mr. Dawkins. "Yeah, I guess it is isn't it?" Both Shelby and Mr. Dawkins were now hysterically laughing. "So,", said Mr. Dawkins. "do you want me to bring your test in here for you to finish, or do you want to come back to class?" "Uh,". Shelby really didn't want to go back to that classroom. "Sir, is it alright if I- maybe if I could, take it home with me?" "Hmm. Alright, but that's only because I made this whole thing happen! And I want it back by tomorrow ma'am, finished, okay?" "Definitely!", said Shelby now in a cheerful mood. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow Shel." "You too Mr. D!" And with that Shelby grabbed the plastic bag that carried her soaking jeans, panties, and hoodie, and went out the door, starting her long walk home. Shelby looked forward to completing her test for Mr. Dawkins, even if she was probably going to fail it. She was surprised at how caring and understanding he was of her situation. Shelby smiled as she walked down to the bus stop a block away from the school. She sat down on the bench, only to feel her stomach give a cramp and a grumble. "Fuck.", said Shelby under her breath, as she realized she yet again needed a bathroom, but this was not a need that was going to wait. The only bus back to her neighborhood arrived just as she considered running back to school, and she knew she was in for yet another interesting experience.
(Alright, so I know this probably isn't very good, but I reallllyyyy appreciate you reading this, and I look forward to writing more about this character if you guys are interested! Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to have a piss and go to bed!) |
It makes me sad that there's like no Osomatsu-san omorashi fanfics, so I'm gonna write them. Anyways, please enjoy my first story.
It was a sunny day, not a cloud was in the light blue sky. Todomatsu, the youngest Matsuno, had gotten a text from his boyfriend, Atsushi. Atsushi asked Todomatsu if he'd go on a date with him. Todomatsu of course said yes, and later got ready.
"Wow, I can't belive Atsushi-kun finally asked for another date!" Todomatsu said as he brushed his hair. "Must be pretty exiting, huh?" Osomatsu said as he rubbed his nose. "You bet!" Todomatsu replied. Todomatsu finished brushing his hair and walked into the living room. "Hey, Totty." Choromatsu said as he greeted Todomatsu. "I hear today is a big day for you, is that true?" Totty noded. Any second now his date would arrive in his car.
"Hey, Totty. Why don't you have breakfast with us before you leave?" Jyushimatsu asked. Todomatsu looked at his brothers gathered at the small table. "Heh, why not?" He said as he joined his older brothers. Todomatsu was always thirsty in the morning so he'd drink a lot. He drank at least 7 cups of orange juice and about 5 glasses of apple juice.
The matsus heard a knock on the door and ran over. "It must be for Totty." Karamatsu said. Todomatsu answered the door and Atsushi was standing there waiting. "Ready to go, cutie?" Atsushi said as he booped Todomatsu's nose. "Mhm." Totty said as he grabbed his hat.
Todomatsu remembered that he forgot to use the bathroom before leaving, he was too exited to see Atsushi and thought nothing of it at the time. "Oh well." Totty thought to himself. "It's not like I won't be able to use the bathroom later." Atsushi held the door open for Todomatsu to get in the seat next to the driver's seat. Totty sat down and began to feel the need to pee. Atsushi buckled himself and Todomatsu in and drove off.
"So, where would you like to go first?" Atsushi asked Totty. Todomatsu didn't respond at first. His attention was focused on his bladder. "Hey, is something wrong?" Atsushi asked. "No, everything's fine." Totty replied. "Let's go see a movie." Atsushi suggested. "A movie sounds nice." Todomatsu said as he shifted back and forth.
They arrived at the theater and Atsushi got the tickets for the movie they were going to see. They got popcorn and extra large sodas for the film. They walked into the theater and took their seats in the way back. There was no one else in the theater, so Atsushi and Todomatsu had it all to themselves. "The previews would be a great time to run to the restroom." Totty thought. He was about to get up but the movie was already starting. He has been exited for this movie to come out, and he did not want to miss a single second.
Todomatsu started chugging down his soda like it was no big deal. "Hey, slow down, Totty. " Atsushi said. "You could get the hiccups or a stomach ache." Todomatsu nodded and stopped chugging down his drink. He shifted in his seat unable to stay in one place.
"I hope Atsushi does not notice me right now." Totty said to himself as he looked at Atsushi. Usally Totty would complain about having to pee. That was always the case around his brothers. He never did that around a friend or anything. Even at school Totty was always too nervous to ask to go to the restroom. Todomatsu was trying his best at trying to hold it. His face turned a light red that was hardly noticeable.
Todomatsu squeezed his legs together to be able to hold it. He let out a small groan of desperation, when Atsushi noticed. "Totty, do you have to go?" He asked him. Todomatsu was too nervous to give Atsushi the truth. "G-go where?" he replied nervously. "You know, go to the rest room?" Atsushi replied. "Oh no, I'm just trying to get comfy, that's all." Todomatsu said. Atsushi stopped looking at Totty and looked back at the screen. Todomatsu put his hands on his crotch area and squeezed.
"Why did I have to drink so much?" Totty said to himself. Totty was so focused on his bladder, it was impossible for him to pay any attention to the movie. He fealt a spot of wetness near his crotch area. Totty started trembling because he needed to go so bad. He really hoped the dark wet spot would be un noticable. Atushi looked at Totty. "Is this movie really too scary for you?" he asked. "N-no, the movie is fine." Totty replied. "I'm just cold."
"Really? I think it's kinda hot out, but, I guess you can wear my coat." Atsushi said as he put the coat over Totty. "Thanks." Todomatsu said. The movie was not even halfway close to being over. Totty fealt more liquid spout through his pants. His blush turned darker and now was noticable. Atsushi noticed the dark wet spot on Totty's jeans. "Totty, come on, let's get you to the bathroom before you drench yourself." he said as he grabbed on of Totty's hands.
Atsushi stood up and slowly helped Totty up. As soon as Totty stood up, a hissing noise could be heard. Totty fealt a warm yellow liquid stream from his pants and onto the floor. He face turned into an even brighter red as he started to tear up. Todomatsu had never been so embarassed in his entire life. He pissed himeself infront of his boyfriend. His legs were shaky and he could hardly stand still. The pee was all over the floor. Totty fell on his knees and started crying.
"Totty, it's okay. Everyone has an accident sometimes." Atushi said while kneeling next to him to confort him. "That's not the point!" Totty said as he was still balling his eyes out. "Hey, it's not that bad." Atsushi said. He looked Totty's jeans and onto the floor. Todomatsu's jeans were soaked and there was pretty much a river on the floor. Atushi helped Totty up. "Let's go to my house so you can get cleaned off. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this."
After they arrived at Atsushi's house, Todomatsu took a shower and threw his clothes in the laundry. A few hours later everything was back to normal.
Edited July 17, 2016 by Osorashi-san
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It had been a busy day at Cantelot High. Principal Celestia had been dealing with unruly or bothered students all morning and was in desperate need a small break.
“I understand, but you need to be more assertive.” Celestia was saying.
The student nodded and rose from the chair, heading over to the door and opening it to find Twilight just about to knock. Celestia cursed her luck, but put on a front.
“Twilight, do come in.” She greeted forcefully, with a pained smile.
Twilight headed in, making sure to close the door after her, to then quickly take a seat in front of her new Principal.
“So, what can I do for you today?” She asked.
Twilight opened her mouth and after that Celestia would be seat for quite some time.
………..
Just down the hall in a dimly lit room sat Vice Principal Luna. She placed the last file down on her desk with a sigh and quickly looked to her watch.
“Damn, yet another two hour long meeting in five minutes.” She cursed, before getting up from her chair.
She picked up the files just as a knock was heard at her door.
“What is it?” she asked, grumpily.
The door opened, revealing one of the newest of the staff members.
“Staff meeting in five,” he reminded her.
“Yes, thank you. Mr Doodle!” She slightly snapped back.
He grunted and shut the door again, leaving Luna to finish off tiding things away. After everything had been put away, she headed out. Closing the door behind her, she then looked down the hall. Celestia had a habit of putting meeting off, if she was still in a conversation with one of her students or working.
Luna made her way over to her sister’s office and knocked on the door. She could hear her sister talking to a student and decided to open the door.
“Meeting in five,” she told her, tapping her watch.
Celestia nodded and turned back to Twilight.
“We will have to finish this off later. It seems I’m need in a staff meeting.”
Twilight nodded and quickly scooped up her bag in her arms, before ducking under Luna’s outstretched arm as she held the door open. She then let it shut after her and turned to her sister.
“Everything alright?” She asked, looking to Celestia who was looking a little troubled.
“I just need to make a quick….” She was cut off with a knock at the door.
Luna opened it to find Cranky once again.
“We’re on our way!” She told him, before slamming the door.
Celestia got herself up slowly, not bothering to put away her things.
“Are you alright, Celie?” She asked.
Celestia gave her a smile, “I’m fine. Now let’s just get this meeting over with.”
“Let’s,” Luna agreed, opening the door again.
Celestia followed her sister on, she really could have done with making a quick stop at the ladies room, but that would mean being late to the meeting. The later they were the longer the meeting would go on and she was an adult, not a child. Adults had more control.
“You can do this Celestia,” she told herself, taking a deep breath.
Luna headed over to the water dispenser, turning to her sister as she got her self a cup.
“Do you want one?” she asked her.
Celestia held up a hand, “None for me, thank you.”
Luna nodded and proceeded to fill her cup, before taking a seat next to Celestia. She sipped at it, making Celestia turn away.
“These meeting are so boring,” Luna complained quietly, so only her sister could hear her.
Celestia nodded, not fully taking in what her sister had told her. She looked out of the window desperately trying to take her mind of her pressing need.
“Is that right Principal Celestia,” one of the teachers called to her.
Luna jabbed her in the arm, making her jump slightly with a small gasp. She turned to face him and answered, “Yes, I couldn’t agree more.”
Satisfied with her answer he smiled and sat back down, which now started up more talking.
“You agreed to that,” Luna told her.
Celestia looked to her with a puzzled expression. Luna was just about to speak when another teacher called for silence. Celestia was glad of it, but not of the waiting time she had to endure. She crossed her legs, making sure to keep her hands away from herself. She would be covered by the table, but what if Luna caught her holding herself, what kind of impression would that make of her.
Luna sighed and rested her chin on her hand, offering her advice now and again.
“You’re awfully quiet today, sister. Are you sure you’re alright?” Luna asked, watching as her sister shifted her position.
Celestia just gave her a small nod, her right hand was gripping tightly on her trousers. Luna looked back to the other teachers, before drinking the last of her water. She then headed over to get a re-fill.
As she sat back down, she offered the cup to Celestia who shook her head.
“I told you no already,” she hissed, getting a look from other teacher in front of her.
“Sorry,” Luna apologised, as she took her seat again.
Celestia felt bad for snapping at her, but right now she had bigger things to worry about. She was now switching legs, rocking slightly to try and ease herself, but it just wasn’t happening. Luna grew concerned now and placed her cup down after downing the second lot of water.
“Celestia, I know there’s something wrong so don’t deny it.” Luna whispered to her.
She looked to Luna, with pain filled eyes.
“I need to go badly,” she confessed.
Luna mentally slapped herself, of course, that’s why she refused the water and wanted to go before the meeting.
“I’m so sorry, sister. If I’d have known, I….” Celestia stopped her.
“It’s alright,” she smiled. “I can wait.”
She wondered if what she had told her was really true, or whether she’d end up wetting herself in front of all the staff members.
“Would you like me to excuse you?” Luna asked.
Celestia shook her head, “No, I’ll go after the meeting.”
Luna nodded and slid her hand under the table to meet with Celestia’s that was gripping onto her trousers. Celestia loosened her grip to let Luna hold it.
“You can do it, sister.” Luna encouraged.
Celestia just swallowed and gripped her sister’s hand tightly. The meeting went on and on for what felt like an eternity. Luna felt her sister grip tighter and looked to her. She was in a state of panic.
“Celie?” She asked, as she watched her sister grab herself.
“I’m sorry Luna,” she replied, feeling her face grow red.
“Don’t worry about it. I don’t think any less of you,” Luna reassured.
Celestia then quickly pulled her hand free from Luna to help in the desperate struggle. Luna heard her gasp and looked the see a slight wet spot on the front of her sister’s trousers.
“Celie,” she comforted.
“I think that is everything covered,” a teacher called out. “Does anyone have anything more to add?”
A few head shakes and things were looking up.
“Vice Principal Luna?” he now asked.
“That’s all from me,” she told him.
“Principal Celestia?”
Celestia looked up and shook her head.
“You haven’t contributed much this time around. Was everything alright?”
Celestia forced a smile, “Yes, I think everything was perfect.”
“Then it’s settled, we can all leave.”
They all sighed and the talking started up once again.
“I don’t think that Principal Celestia made a good decision back there,” one was heard.
Another shrugged, “Can’t question her now can we.”
Luna looked back to her sister, just as the room began to empty.
“Come on, Celie.” Luna called from the doorway.
“I-I can’t Luna,” she answered almost in tears.
Luna looked to her sympathetic. She’d never seen Celestia like this before. She rushed over to her and sat back in her seat.
“What can I do?” she asked.
“Can you help me up?”
Luna jumped to her feet and was quick to grab her sister by the arm. Celestia moaned at the suddenness of the movement, as more leaked out of her.
“I’m sorry,” Luna apologised again, as Celestia did her best to hold on.
She just managed to stop herself, while Luna looked about the room for anything they could use.
“I don’t think I’m going to make it,” Celestia panicked.
“You will sister,” Luna encouraged again, trying to get her to the door at a very slow pace.
Celestia stopped suddenly, “Luna!”
Luna stopped and looked down, watching as her sister's trousers grew darker.
“Celie,” she called to her.
Celestia felt shame and embarrassment wash over her. This was the first time in her life that she had ever wet herself in front of Luna. She couldn’t move a muscle, just stuck on the spot with a puddle at her feet.
Luna looked to her, before rubbing her back.
“Come on. Let’s get you home shall we?” She said sweetly, as she pulled her away from the puddle.
Celestia let herself be taking by her sister, she’d wanted so much to cry and curl up. But she was the older sister so there would be none of that. She swallowed her pride and lifted her head. Luna smiled at her, knowing her sister had put on her professional self once again.
Luna checked the halls and led Celestia out. She unlocked the car and helped her sister into the passenger seat.
“Luna, I can’t.” She protested.
“Just get in the car,” Luna demanded, making sure that Celestia did as she was told.
She shut the door, then got into the driver’s seat and took off for home. She’d phone the school as soon as she was home, while Celestia showered and dressed once again. Luckily it was a Friday, that meant Celestia had the weekend to recover from her embarrassment. |
So after being a lurker on here for ages, I've finally decided to contribute by writing this original short story as my very first forum post. Hope you like it! This is one of my own fantasies, not related to any actual real-life experiences. I call this story "Best Sister Ever". Here goes:
It was Sara’s 21st birthday. The slim brunette was excited and grinning with anticipation. With evening coming on, her friends had all gone home and only her younger sister Kate had yet to give her a present. The small campus apartment seemed very quiet without all the noise of the earlier celebrations. Sara drummed her fingers on the table and glanced speculatively at the door to the bathroom. What was taking Kate so long? Her sister had promised something special to end an already memorable day. What could it be?
“Okay sis, are you ready?” Kate’s voice sounded muffled through the closed door.
“I’ve been ready. Hurry up and come out!” Sara grumped. “Don’t know why you have to get all dressed up when we’re not going anywhere.”
“Oh, I think you’ll agree it was worth the wait…” Kate purred as she pulled open the door.
And Sara’s jaw dropped open. Kate was dressed in an exquisite purple dress that clung tightly to her athletic frame, the hem of which ended well above the knee to show off well-muscled thighs. The neckline of the dress plunged in a low V that exposed the swell of the 19 year-old’s perky breasts. Curls of reddish hair framed a face that wore a decidedly impish expression. As Kate crossed the room, the bright wall lamp highlighted her smooth, coppery complexion.
Kate grabbed her sister’s hand and hauled Sara toward the apartment’s tiny bedroom. “Come on sis, I’ve got your gift in here.”
“Wow you look stunning,” was all Sara could say as she let herself be led into the room and plopped down on the side of the bed. She looked around for any evidence of a hidden present, but nothing out of the ordinary caught her eye. “So where are you hiding my present?”
Kate sat next to Sara, still smiling impishly. She leaned back on the bed, stretching her legs so that the hem of the dress rode up even higher, revealing a bit more of her smooth, creamy skin. She studied Sara’s face, catching her sister’s sharp intake of breath and noticing as the older girl’s eyes flicked to her legs. Heart thumping in her chest, she grabbed Sara’s hand and place it on her bare knee in one smooth motion. “I’m your present.”
“Wha… what?” Sara stammered.
“You heard me,” Kate whispered. “I’ve seen the way you sneak peeks when I undress for the shower. I know you like my stomach and legs. I know you’ve always wanted to touch me. Hey, don’t look so surprised! You’re my sister, and my roommate. Of I course I notice these things.”
Sara’s face turned bright red. “I’m sorry. I should have said something…”
Kate looked at Sara’s hand on her leg. “Go ahead. I know you want to move it upward.”
Taking a deep breath, Sara slowly rubbed her hand up Kate’s thigh, feeling her sister’s perfect, silky skin. She stopped with her fingers just inches away from the bottom of Kate’s dress. “You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this. I can’t believe you’re so OK with it!”
Kate could feel her nipples growing hard as Sara caressed her thigh. She looked deep into her sister’s eyes, and then took the plunge. “Trust me, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time too. Tonight, my body is yours. You can do anything to me, touch me anywhere, make me do anything. That’s my present to you!”
“Hmm, anything? You really mean that?” Sara tore her eyes away from Kate’s leg and studied her sister’s face in turn.
“Yep. Anything. I trust you.”
And now it was Sara’s turn for an impish smile. “I know just the thing. Wait here.” She darted out of the room and returned a moment later carrying a huge pitcher of water and a tall glass. “I’ve always wanted to experiment with your stomach and bladder.”
“Okay…” Kate said uncertainly. “What do you want me to do?”
Sara filled the glass to the brim and handed it to Kate. “Drink up sis. Chug the whole glass without stopping.”
Kate’s eyebrows rose in a questioning look, but she took the glass readily enough and raised it to her lips. She began to drink. Her throat worked as she poured the water down. Sara place a hand on her sister’s stomach, feeling her belly button through the fabric of the tight dress. As she finished the glass, Sara pushed suddenly against Kate’s stomach, causing her to make a little urp sound.
“Whew, that’s a lot of water,” Kate said. “Don’t push too hard.”
“We’re not done yet,” Sara grinned as she filled the glass up again. She was starting to relax and become more comfortable as events progressed.
“Another one?” Kate groaned. But she didn’t hesitate in tossing back the second glass as quickly as the first. This time, Sara moved behind Kate and put her arms around the younger girl’s waist, as if preparing to perform the Heimlich maneuver. She rubbed Kate’s stomach, feeling the dress tighten as her sister’s belly expanded.
As she finished the second glass, Kate hiccupped and pressed a hand to her gurgling tummy. “Ugh, I feel so full, like my stomach’s turned into a giant water balloon.”
“Now lay down sis,” Sara commanded. “This is where it gets really interesting.”
Kate lay down on the bed, placing her arms straight by her sides. Taking another deep breath, Sara climbed on top of Kate, leaned down, and before she could take the time to think about it, kissed her sister deeply on the lips. Kate’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t try to pull away. Instead, she snaked her arms around Sara’s neck and pulled her closer.
Kate’s nipples were now painfully erect, and her heart thundered in her ears. She was also acutely aware of all the water sloshing in her stomach, and how heavy Sara felt on top of her. Without warning, Sara moved a hand between their entwined bodies, placed it on Kate’s stomach, and pumped down hard. They were still kissing, and Kate couldn’t help herself. The sudden pressure forced out a bubble of air, making the 19-year old burp into her older sister’s mouth.
Sara finally rolled off her sister, giggling like a little girl. “Oh, that was precious! The look on your face!”
Kate gasped for air, and burped again, louder this time. “Sis, that hurt my stomach so much. Are you trying to make me throw up?”
Sara gave her a mischievous look. “Don’t give me any ideas…”
As Sara filled up the water glass a third time, Kate started wondering if she was going to regret gifting herself to her sister. Clearly Sara had even more devilish plans than Kate had suspected. “I don’t know if I can drink any more. I’m pretty full.”
“Oh come on,” Sara cajoled, forcing the glass into Kate’s hands. “Just a little more. I know you can do it!”
“Okay, but if I puke you’re cleaning it up.”
This time Kate drank the water slowly, willing her protesting stomach to keep it down. As she did, Sara ran her hands up Kate’s legs again, but this time she didn’t stop at the edge of the purple dress. Sara’s hands plunged under the soft fabric, questing upwards. She touched her sister’s underpants, running a finger lightly along the girl’s panty line.
As Kate finished the water and set the glass aside, Sara lifted the dress over Kate’s head and tossed it into one corner of the room. Kate settled back on the bed, the full glory of her beautiful body revealed as she lay there in only bra and panties. She took deep breaths, in and out, trying to will the queasy feeling in her swollen belly to subside. “I need to burp some more.”
“Go ahead,” Sara smiled, rubbing her hands along Kate’s exposed stomach muscles. She fingered Kate’s perfect belly button, trying to decide if it would be more fun to make her sister throw up or force her to hold all that water in. She pressed down again playfully, rhythmically pumping on her sister’s smooth stomach, enjoying the liquid squelching sound of all the water churning around inside.
“Oh God,” Kate’s face contorted in a grimace, and she let out a series of watery belches. Her belly muscles abruptly heaved, and just like that she felt the water coming back up. Strangely enough, she felt horny as hell at the same time.
“Oh no,” Sara scolded, coming to a decision. “You do not get to do that. Choke it back down, you can do it!”
Sara clapped a hand over her sister’s mouth and pinched her nose shut, barely in time as Kate’s cheeks bulged. She felt watery vomit splash against her palm. Kate’s eyes popped out of her head and she made retching noises, chest rising from the bed. The sides of her throat worked frantically as she struggled to swallow it all back down, stomach spasming in protest, face turning blue. Through some iron effort of will, she managed to keep the water in, just.
Sara slowly took her hand away, wiped it on her clothes, and sat back. “I’m sorry, sis. Didn’t mean to take it that far.”
Kate gasped for air, chest rising and falling like a bellows, stomach churning like a boiling pot. For one awful moment she thought she was going to throw up again, but the water stayed down. It took a couple minutes before she could bring herself under control enough to talk. “I can’t believe you did that!”
Sara looked abashed. “Do you want to stop?”
Kate looked at her slowly, then shook her head. “No. I promised you could do anything, and I meant it. But please don’t push on my poor stomach anymore.”
“Ok. Let’s try something else then.”
Sara touched a finger to Kate’s belly button again, then moved it slowly downward, tracing a line across Kate’s skin to the waistline of her panties. She paused, looking questioningly to her sister’s face. Kate nodded her permission. “You can move your hand lower sis. Go ahead, it’s okay.”
Sara didn’t need any more urging. She slipped her finger under the other girl’s pale blue underpants and ran it along Kate’s abdominal muscles, just above the dark mound of her pubic hair.
“How does this feel?” Sara asked, and pushed with her finger against the skin of her sister’s bladder.
Kate gasped, and involuntarily squeezed her thighs together as a sharp pang went through her groin. “Oof, I guess a lot of that water has already gone to my bladder.”
Sara giggled. “You have a wonderful body sis. Your skin is so smooth. I love filling you up and pushing on you.”
Kate’s pulse was starting to race again. She felt a fiery feeling slowly spreading through her lower body. She thought she knew where this was going.
And she was right. “Now,” Sara said slowly, “we wait. Let’s see how long it takes before your bladder fills up and explodes.”
“Oh wow”, Kate gasped. “You’re not going to let me use the bathroom are you?”
“Nope,” Sara replied with an evil grin.
Time passed. Sara spent the next half hour rubbing her hands up and down every inch of her sister’s supple body, exploring and probing. And Kate’s bladder bulged with more and more urine. After a while it starting throbbing, a perfect counterpoint to her thumping heart. She kept her legs squeezed tightly together, doing her best to ignore the mounting pressure.
“Wow, you’re really filling up fast,” Sara murmured, rubbing the bulging mound of Kate’s abdomen. She began pressing against her sister’s bladder, gently at first and then gradually increasing the pressure.
Kate groaned, twisting on the bed. “Oh don’t do that,” she gulped as waves of pain spiked through her groin. “I’m getting so full. It’s hard to keep holding it.” But the pain also felt good, paradoxically. Kate’s body trembled slightly, and she realized she was getting very close to orgasming in her underpants.
“I do think you’re about to explode sis,” said Sara. She paused for a moment, then moved her hand even lower inside Kate’s underpants and slipped a finger into her sister’s vagina. Kate gasped in pleasure. Sara probed with her finger, and felt the walls of Kate’s swollen bladder from inside her body.
“Oh my God, oh my God, I’m gonna burst,” Kate wailed. “Push on me. Push on me hard. I want to see what it feels like.”
Sara pressed upwards with her finger, and pushed down against Kate’s abdomen with her other hand at the same time, squeezing the other girl’s bladder like an overripe grape. Kate gasped, and a jet of urine sprayed over her sister’s hand, dampening the cloth of her cotton underpants. Sara pulled her hand out and giggled. “Look sis, you got my hand all wet.”
Kate pressed a hand between her thighs, struggling to keep the thin stream of pee from turning into a flood. A few wayward drops trickled down her inner thighs before she managed to stem the flow.
“Wow, I almost lost it. That felt so amazing. Wow,” Kate said. “I think I can hold the rest a while longer.” The pressure in her groin was still intense, but manageable once Sara stopped pumping her. Her slightly wet underpants felt warm against her skin, and then cold as the pee cooled.
Sara helped her to sit up, then filled the glass of water one more time, emptying the rest of the pitcher. “Now that your stomach has emptied a bit, I want you to drink a little more. We need to keep your stomach full so it keeps the pressure on your bladder.”
“You’re the boss, sis,” Kate said, and slowly sipped the water as the birthday girl gently rubbed her damp crotch. “You know, I’m actually super horny. I don’t know if I’m going to pee first or orgasm. Maybe both at the same time!”
“Heh, I guess we’ll find out soon!”
After the water was finished, Sara eased her sister back down into a prone position. She kissed Kate on the forehead, then the lips, then the tips of her breasts. Kate moaned with pleasure as Sara worked her way down her sister’s body, stopping at last to lick the dampness at her crotch. A few more minutes passed as Sara parted Kate’s legs and rubbed the inside of her muscular thighs. Shiny beads of urine glistened on her slick skin.
Kate’s chest rose and fell as her breathing quickened, and sweat stood out on her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed. Her whole body trembled, straining with the effort of keeping all the pee from bursting out.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she gasped. “Make me explode sis. Pump on me until I burst.”
“Are you sure?” Sara sounded oddly hesitant, pausing with both hands held over her sister’s underpants. The waistline of the blue panties was tight against Kate’s engorged abdomen. Kate could feel the weight of water in her stomach pushing down against her bladder, heavier and heavier.
“Just do it!” Kate hissed, clenching her teeth. Her back arched up from the bed. “Oh God, I’m gonna orgasm… I’m gonna…”
Sara slammed her hands down, pressing hard with both hands against Kate’s bladder. Kate screamed from the sudden explosion of pain. Sara pumped down again, leaning all her weight against her sister’s tender body. And again. And again. Kate’s body spasmed, and she orgasmed a moment later, a brief burst of ecstasy drowning out the pain. And then her stressed bladder, badly weakened from all the pumping, simply exploded.
Urine gushed out from Kate’s peehole, soaking through her panties in an instant and running in rivulets down her perfect legs. She felt the warmth spread out in a puddle all around her, a hissing noise accompanying the flood. “Oh wow, oh wow, that feels so good…”
Sara slipped her hands inside Kate’s soaked panties, feeling the warm urine flowing around her fingers. Then she took her hands out and rubbed pee over her sister’s stomach and chest, spreading the wetness around and reveling in the sensation of smooth, slippery skin. Kate’s body continued trembling as her bladder emptied, pee pouring out everywhere and making a mess of the bed. In the spirit of experimentation, Sara put her face to her sister’s crotch, letting some of the flow spray into her open mouth. The pee tasted like salty water.
Eventually the flow lessened, first to a stream, then a trickle, and finally stopping altogether. Kate just lay there, spread-eagled in the wet bed, body covered in rapidly cooling urine, chest and stomach moving in and out as she slowly brought her breathing under control. Strands of reddish hair clung to her sweaty forehead, and her cheeks were flushed with exhilaration. “So who’s going to clean up the bed?”
Sara stared at her for a moment, then burst out giggling. “I don’t know. We’ll figure it out later.” She sat back with a smile, taking in the scene. “Thanks for being the best sister ever! I’ll never forget this night.”
Kate smiled back. “You’re welcome. But the night is still young. What do you want to do next?”
“I have a few more ideas,” Sara teased, leaning in toward her sister again. Yes, it was going to be an unforgettable night indeed. |
So this is what happens when I can't sleep. I end up writing a weird story, and I'm sure it gets stranger the longer, and later, it gets. This will likely be a One-shot story as I have no intentions to continue it, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.
Dive
Sarah crouched low and held her breath, waiting for the door to close. When it finally did, she let out a long sigh of relief. If she were to be caught now, all of this would have been for naught. Slowly sneaking deeper into the room, guided only by the dim light shining through the gaps around the door, Sarah finally reached her goal. A computer monitor that would have looked at home in the nineties soon hummed to life with a single key stroke. A USB flash drive was plugged into the old machine, and the transfer of files started. Sarah was glad she didn't have to use the floppy diskettes she had brought, you could never be sure with ancient technology like this. Before long the transfer was complete, compressed to less than a Gig in total. Sarah made sure to copy over the little program she had developed, onto the desktop, just in case she needed it in the future. Putting the computer back to sleep, Sarah slipped out of the room, leaving no evidence she had ever even been there in the first place.
Sarah's heart was still pounding when she finally returned home. Booting up her own computer, something from this century, she hurriedly examined her newly acquired bounty. Rather than personally read through each document, Sarah simply ran the search algorithm she had prepared. Programmed to search for a number of target key words, the results soon popped up on the screen. Sarah smiled.
"Jackpot."
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Bed wetter: 25 results
Diaper: 17 results
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Unable to wait, even until morning, Sarah quickly opened up the first relevant result, and read.
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Name: Amy Meadows
Sex: F
DOB: 3/12/1998
Height: 5'5"
Notes: Subject claims to have full continence, and physical evaluation corroborates self report, however abnormal bladder size promotes symptoms of incontinence. Frequent bed wetting, and occasional daytime accidents observed. Diapers recommended for extended outings.
Full Dive: Click Here
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Sarah could only guess at the reasons why the government had these files. They had stored them so far off the gird there had to be a reason. Whatever the case, Sarah had her own reasons, but for tonight, she decided to have a bit of fun with it. Jacking into the computer, Sarah prepared for the dive. The government warnings always said that diving wasn't a substitute for sleeping, but then again the government said a lot of things. Sarah clicked the waiting link and laid back in bed.
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Diving wasn't the hard part, coming back was much harder. Sarah would deal with the hangover later, for now she was going to enjoy the high.
The program initialized and Sarah could feel all of her senses being flooded with new information. No longer was she lying in bed back home, now she was standing in the middle of a brightly lit room; a classroom by the looks of it. There were girls seated all around the room, facing who Sarah assumed was the teacher, at the front of the room. Sarah took a moment to gaze out the large windows that adorned one side of the room; there was so much green. It was beautiful. Shaking her head to clear her mind, Sarah looked back at the girls. They were sitting perfectly still, the simulation wouldn't start until Sarah picked a role. The subject, Amy, was highlighted, but Sarah didn't feel like taking the leading role this time around. There would be plenty of time for experimenting later on, all the time in the world. For now, Amy turned her attention to the girls sitting around Amy. Touching each one to receive their bio, Sarah was tempted to choose Amy's best friend. Plenty of opportunities there. But it wasn't to be, not this time anyway. Sarah had bigger plans for this dive. Making her way to the front of the room, Sarah turned her attention to the teacher. Jessica was it? The woman was tall, and had her short brown hair pulled into a pony tail behind her head. She was young to be a teacher, but still exuded that mature, teacher vibe. There was another reason that Sarah chose this woman.
"Sister and teacher? It's just too perfect." Jessica was Amy's sister. Unable to wait any longer, Sarah selected Jessica, and the world started moving again.
All of Jessica's thoughts, feelings, and memories were absorbed by Sarah in an instant. Sarah knew exactly what Sarah would say and how she would say it in any given situation. Of course, it wouldn't be fun to follow the script exactly, so Sarah would be sure to make things interesting.
The bell rang, dismissing the class, so Sarah/Jessica called out over the rustling of the students preparing to leave.
"Don't forget to pack whatever you need for the field trip. The buses will be leaving at 7 a.m. Don't be late. Have a great day everyone, I'll see you all tomorrow."
With all the preparations for the class trip finalized, there was no reason for Sarah to stay at the school. It wasn't hard to find her car using Jessica's memories. She thought it might be fun to drive home with Amy in the car, but it turned out Amy had her own car, so Sarah would just have to meet her at home.
The trip home was uneventful. Sarah had just pulled out her keys to unlock the front door of the house when Amy pulled up. The girl seemed to be in quite the rush. Not even bothering to retrieve her bag from the car, Amy raced to the door where Sarah was standing. Hunched over with both hands gripped tightly between her legs, Amy looked up desperately at Sarah.
"Hurry! Open the door!" Amy begged. Sarah sighed, just as Jessica would have.
"Why didn't you use the bathroom at school Amy?" Sarah took a matronly tone as she scolded Amy.
"I didn't have to go then. Just open the door, please!" Amy seemed ready to burst, so Sarah finally unlocked the door and pushed it open, ushering the leaking girl inside.
With a "Thank you" shouted over her shoulder, Amy raced inside and slammed her way into the bathroom. Sarah made her way into the kitchen, and helped herself to some of the tastier looking morsels from the fridge. At least she didn't have to watch what she ate while in a dive. After exiting the bathroom, Amy entered the kitchen and copied Sarah, helping herself to some food.
"Amy...I was thinking." Sarah started the conversation with just the right amount of hesitation.
"Hmm? What is it?" Amy looked up at Sarah with a mouth still half full of food.
"About the trip tomorrow. It's a long bus ride, and there isn't a bathroom on the bus. Plus we're spending the night in a hotel." Sarah could see the combination of resentment and embarrassment growing in Amy with every word.
"Uugh. You sound like Mom. I'll be fine."
"I just don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of your friends. Maybe you should wear..."
"I told you I'm fine! Just shut up."
"Amy..."
"Mom's not here. And you need to quit acting like her. There's no way I'm wearing...that on a field trip. So drop it." Amy stormed off, and slammed the door to her bedroom. Her reaction wasn't particularly surprising, but for now, Sarah had more to do than to fix a sibling relationship.
Amy and Jessica's overnight bags for the next day trip had been diligently packed and were waiting by the front door, ready for the next morning. Sarah made a few special additions to both her own bag, as well as Amy's.
Sarah acted mostly on auto pilot for the rest of the night. Tomorrow was the big day, and she was ready for it to arrive.
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"Alright, listen up. When you hear your name, raise your hand and say 'here'." It was 7:05 a.m and Sarah was standing at the front of the bus taking roll call as they prepared to leave. Once everyone was accounted for she turned and nodded to the bus driver. "If you forgot anything, or you need to use the bathroom..." The bus started moving. "Too late, we're gone." Some of the students gave a weak cheer, but most were quiet. It was rather early in the morning after all. Sarah took her seat at the front of the bus, directly behind the bus driver, and closed her eyes. She was tired herself; probably from lack of sleep, or maybe her real life exhaustion was coming through. Either way, she tried to relax, and was almost dozing off when she was startled awake by someone shaking her shoulder.
"Hmm? What is it? Oh, Amy, what's up?" Sarah could guess even with out asking. Amy was bent over to speak close to Sarah's ear in the loud bus, but one of Amy's hands had found itself firmly planted between her legs, wrinkling the front of her uniform skirt.
"Umm, are we going to stop soon?" Amy was biting her lower lip and looked a bit nervous.
"I told you before Amy, we won't be stopping until we get there. It'll probably be another hour or so. Is everything alright?" Amy looked anything but alright, her eyes filled with dismay at Sarah's words.
"Oh, umm, yeah...I'm fine. I just kinda need the bathroom is all." Sarah gave Amy a knowing look full of sympathy.
"Can you hold it? It's not too much farther. Or I can ask the driver to stop so you can nip into the bathroom real quick." Sarah could see Amy weighing the risks associated with stopping and letting the whole class know she stopped the bus just so she could pee, versus possibly wetting herself in front of everyone on the bus.
"Ummm..." Before Amy could make up her mind, Sarah took Amy's arm and, scooting over until she was next to the window, pulled Amy into the now empty seat next to her.
"Listen, Amy." Sarah was whispering into Amy's ear so that only she could hear her words. "I brought some of your...special underwear with me, in my purse. I was going to offer it to you tonight so you wouldn't have to worry about any nighttime...incidents, but if you need it now, you can sit by the window and pull them on. No one would have to know anything. And you wouldn't have to worry anymore." Sarah thought it seemed like a reasonable plan, especially when Amy was obviously reaching her limit. There was no way she would be able to wait another hour. She probably wouldn't even be able to wait until the bus driver reached the nearest rest area, but Amy apparently didn't share the same opinions.
"You're. Not. My. Mother. I'll be fine." Amy hissed angrily at Sarah before getting up to leave.
"I'm here if you need me." Sarah watched Amy return to her seat halfway back the bus. From what Sarah had seen already, there was no way Amy would be able to hold it the rest of the trip. The only question now was whether her pride would get the better of her, at the risk of humiliation.
It didn't take long for Amy to return, fifteen minutes at most.
"Do you think you could ask the driver to stop somewhere?" Amy asked meekly. She had taken the seat next to Sarah and was currently rubbing her knees together with both her hands resting between her thighs.
"I'm sorry Amy, I did ask. But she said that we're almost there, and late as it is, so she's not going to stop." At Sarah's words, Amy bit her lip and started fidgeting even faster. "Just take this. I know you don't like it, but it's better than the alternative, right?" Sarah handed Amy the thick white garment taken from her purse. Amy took what could only be described as a diaper from her sister. She looked reluctant, but once she realized what she was holding she quickly tucked it between her legs, lest anyone see. "Scooch over." Sarah stood up and gestured for Amy to sit next to the window. There was no one sitting directly across the aisle from them, so Amy was unlikely to be seen from where she was sitting. Sarah could tell that Amy still needed a bit of encouraging. "Wearing this doesn't make you a baby. Wetting yourself would be much more baby-like. This is you making a grown-up decision in a tough situation." With that, Sarah turned her back to the window to give Amy some privacy.
It didn't take long for Sarah to hear the telltale crinkling. Amy had made up her mind, or at least her bladder had made it for her. When the sounds finally stopped, Sarah looked over to see a very red faced Amy. If her expression of relief was any indication, it hadn't taken her long to make use of her new undergarments.
"Feel better now?" Sarah couldn't resist asking with a grin.
"Shut up...but thank you." Amy was obviously very embarrassed by they whole situation, but she must have been relieved, in more ways than one, to have not embarrassed herself in front of anyone besides her sister.
"Here." Sarah handed Amy a plastic bag from her purse.
"What's this?" Amy asked, while opening the bag.
"Well I thought the bag might help you dispose of what you're wearing in the bathroom, and inside the bag is another diaper, just in case." Sarah whispered the word 'diaper,' but Amy still frantically tied the bag shut and looked around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear her.
"This was just a one time thing, I won't need the second one." Amy's denial seemed less confident than it did previously.
"Well that's up to you, but I do need to talk to you about something. It's about the hotel for tonight. I asked if they could make sure to place waterproof mattress covers on all of the beds. They said that would be fine, except that they don't have enough covers. They can only protect about half the beds, and so they asked if I could provide them with the room numbers of the more...high risk individuals."
"Did you tell them that I'm 'High Risk?' I don't wet the bed, and I don't need to wear a diaper to bed." Amy was getting heated again as her embarrassment was fading.
"I didn't tell them anything yet. I said I would get back to them today. I'm not saying you do wet the bed, I just thought you might be more comfortable wearing some protection, just in case. Sometimes sleeping in a strange environment can cause problems."
"Ugh, tell them whatever you want. I don't care. But what am I supposed to say if the other girls find out I'm the only one with a plastic sheet on my bed?"
"Oh don't worry about that, you certainly wouldn't be the only one with a sheet, and I'll just tell the hotel to put them on half the beds anyway, it's easier that way."
"Are you saying there are others...I mean there are girls who wet the bed in our class?" Sarah merely smiled.
"I could be fired for even implying such a thing, that would be a breach of privacy." Sarah looked up as the bus slowed to a halt. "Looks like we're here."
Sarah had her hands full organizing the class as they got off the bus and made their way into the enormous opera house that was there destination, but she didn't fail to notice Amy as she half waddled, desperately clutching her skirt in case of a stray gust of wind, into the nearest bathroom just inside the front doors. She was no doubt trying to remove her now soaked diaper as quietly as possible while in the public stall. Sarah couldn't help but wonder if Amy would wear the second diaper. The play they were going to see was rather long, but there wasn't necessarily anything stopping her from getting up to use the bathroom in the middle of it, and Amy hadn't exactly seemed keen on the idea of wearing another diaper. Whether Amy would come to regret that decision remained to be seen.
Sarah was finally able to relax once the lights dimmed and the play started. She wasn't particularly interested in the play itself but it was nice to relax and enjoy a distraction from time to time. By the start of the intermission, most of the girls still seemed invested in the play, although a couple of the students had let their eyes glaze over, at least it wasn't Shakespeare.
Sarah led the class into the lobby for the intermission. Most of the girls headed for the restrooms, headed by an uncomfortable looking Amy, while the rest wandered around or bought some of the overpriced refreshments. As the short intermission was winding down, Sarah made her own trip to the toilet. She didn't really feel the need to go, but it seemed like the smart thing to do. As she was exiting the bathroom, the lights blinked, signifying the beginning of the second half of the play. Sarah rounded up the few stragglers from her class that were still in the lobby, and made her way back to her seat.
The play continued, and just as Sarah was getting ready to zone out once again, she was interrupted by the sound of muffled laughter coming from directly in front of her. Two girls from her class were obviously not watching the play, but worse than that, they were now disrupting the experience for everyone around them. Leaning forward, Sarah confronted the girls while speaking in hushed tones.
"You need to be quiet girls. You're in a theater, not a cafeteria." Sarah's lecture received two sighs and likely some rolled eyes, but at least the girls were quiet now. One of the girls, Melanie, was well known to Sarah via Jessica's memories. The girl was something of a troublemaker, and, so Jessica suspected, a bully, although she was never able to prove it. Knowing what she did about the girl, Sarah doubted the trouble would end that easily. Sure enough, not five minutes later, Sarah saw the bright screen of a cell phone shining like a beacon in the darkened auditorium.
"Melanie, turn off your phone before I take it from you. This is a school trip and the same rules apply here as in the classroom."
"Whatever..." Melanie glared at Sarah, but she reluctantly put her phone away. "Bitch." Sarah heard the whispered insult, Melanie likely meant for her to hear it. Sarah was fuming now, this girl was so disrespectful, and this wasn't the first time she had talked back to her teachers, but this was the first time she had done it to Sarah, and Sarah wasn't going to stand for it. Sarah didn't want to cause a scene in the theater, so telling her off directly was out of the question, at least for now, but Sarah had more tools at her disposal. One of which she was generally reluctant to use, but she decided to make an exception for today.
"[Simulation Pause]" At Sarah's whisper, everything stopped. The actors on stage were frozen just like every member of the audience. Every member but one, that is. Sarah stood up from her seat and leisurely walked around the end of the aisle, down to where Melanie was seated. The girl was frozen with a sneer on her face.
"You would actually be pretty if you smiled." There was so much Sarah could do. She had all the time in the world, but she still didn't want to cause a commotion during the play. Besides, there would be plenty of time later for some...harsher punishments. For now, Sarah knew what she wanted to do. Leaving the theater, Sarah returned to the lobby. Borrowing a small, empty Styrofoam cup from a table of refreshments, Sarah made her way into the bathroom. Sarah turned on the faucet and waited until warm water flowed out. Normally the water would have been stuck in time like everything else, but Sarah was the administrator in this dive, there was very little she couldn't do, if she willed it. Sarah collected a bit of water in her cup before turning off the faucet and returning to where Melanie sat. She didn't have much water, maybe twenty milliliters, but it would be more than enough.
Sarah slowly rolled up Melanie's skirt, revealing her thighs, and soon her panties. Soft pink panties, cute and surprisingly innocent for a girl as abrasive as Melanie, Sarah thought she could make out the hints of an old yellow stain, but in the dim lighting it was just as likely that she imagined it. Regardless, Sarah couldn't help but smile as she readied her cup and carefully poured its contents all over Melanie's crotch. The liquid was quickly absorbed by the fabric, her panties were now glistening as they struggled to hold on to the sudden flood of warm liquid. Sarah had used just enough liquid to soak her panties, and form a small wet spot on the back of her skirt, but it would hard for anyone who wasn't looking for it to notice the spot on her dark skirt. This way Melanie would get hers, and have her own problems to worry about, without causing too big of a scene during the play. Sarah reset Melanie's skirt down over her legs, and quickly disposed of her cup. Before long she was back in her seat and gave the command to start time once more.
"[Simulation Start]"
"Ahh!" Melanie gave a soft gasp of surprise, no doubt she was shocked to have, from her perspective, suddenly wet herself without any warning. Sarah smiled as she watched the girl jump up and frantically feel the back of her skirt to assess the damage.
"What's the matter Melanie?" Sarah leaned forward and whispered at the girl.
"Nothing, I uh, I'm going to the bathroom." With a red face and wild eyes, Melanie practically ran from the auditorium towards the lobby, drawing curious glances from both her classmates and the other theater goers. Sarah leaned back with a satisfied smile. Once again she was able to relax and enjoy the ambiance of the play in peace. After about fifteen minutes, Melanie still hadn't returned to her seat. Jessica would have been worried about the girl's absence, but Sarah was more curious than anything else. She contemplated pausing the simulation once more to go and search for her, but instead she decided to simply use her position as teacher as reason enough to search for her pupil.
It didn't take long for Sarah to find Melanie, she was in the first place Sarah thought to look, the bathroom. When Sarah entered the bathroom, she spied Melanie standing with her back to Sarah against the far wall of the bathroom. The hot air hand dryer was running and it looked like Melanie was just drying her hands, but one of the mirrors on the wall to Sarah's left was properly positioned to give Sarah a better look at what Melanie was doing. She was holding her panties up to the dryer, trying desperately to remove any trace of her supposed accident. Depending on how long she had been at this plan, Sarah was surprised they weren't plenty dry by now, she had opted to just use water, rather than urine or something else which could stain. Whatever the case, it appeared that Melanie hadn't heard Sarah enter the bathroom over the sound of the hand dryer. Putting on the face of a concerned teacher, Sarah walked up behind Melanie and placed a hand on her shoulder. Melanie instantly flinched and spun around, hiding the panties in her hand behind her back at the same time.
"Are you feeling alright Melanie? You left rather suddenly and you were gone a long time. Are you ill?"
"N-no, I'm fine. I was just about to head back." This new Melanie was considerably more meek than the troublemaker from before. Perhaps it had something to do with her standing in front of her teacher without any panties on, while hiding her potentially still wet underwear behind her back.
"Well let me know if you're not feeling well. I'll try to help if I can."
"Yeah, thank you, but I'm fine."
"I'm glad. Well, let's get back then, we wouldn't want to miss any more of the play now would we?" Sarah gestured for Melanie to lead the way out of the bathroom.
"Y-yeah..." Melanie glanced quickly at the bathroom stalls, but obviously failing to come up with an excuse to reenter after being gone for so long, she had no choice but to exit the bathroom and return to her seat in the theater, all while desperately clutching the now dry panties she was supposed to be wearing.
The rest of the play passed without incident. Amy and Melanie rushed to the bathroom as soon as the play was finished, each for different reasons. Soon enough, the students were back on the bus, and they took the short trip to the hotel in which they would be spending the night.
"Okay girls, you know your assigned rooms. Take the corresponding key card, and take your luggage to your room. You will have free time from now until 5 when we will have our discussion about the play in the conference room just down the hall there, after that you are free until 10 O'clock, when you must be in your rooms. You don't need a chaperone with you if you leave the hotel, but do remember you are representing your school, and as such you are expected to obey all school rules and regulations while you are here. If you have any questions, feel free to come talk to me. Otherwise, have a great rest of the day, and I will see you at 5."
Sarah watched as the girls lined up in front of the elevators that would bring them to their rooms. It was 2 beds per room, with 2 girls per bed. It might have been a bit crowded, but it was the most that the school was willing to pay for. Sarah made her way back to the front desk to speak with the manager there.
"As per your instructions, the beds the rooms you indicated have been specially prepared."
"Thank you very much, I really do appreciate all your help." Sarah smiled at the hotel employee on the other side of the desk.
"If I may..." The woman hesitated, as if unsure how to proceed.
"Yes?" Sarah prompted the woman.
"Rooms 203, 206, and 212...You requested waterproof sheets on only one bed in each room, is that alright?"
"Oh yes, that's exactly right, was there a problem?"
"Oh, no, nothing like that. In those three rooms, the bed closest to the door was prepared."
"Perfect, thank you again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should see to my students."
"O-of course. Have a wonderful stay."
The woman was more confused when Sarah left than when she had arrived, but Sarah had all the information she needed moving forward. Sarah made her way up to her own room, thankfully it was a single that she had all to herself, where she began unpacking a number of very specific packages she had prepared for that night. Sarah's personal key card would open the door to any of her student's rooms as well, so Sarah began making her rounds to each room in order. A vast majority of the girls were gone, they went to eat lunch at the mall across the street. That worked just fine for Sarah. She visited each room, one at a time. She told the few girls that were in their rooms that she was checking to make sure everyone found their rooms okay. Room 203, this was the room Sarah needed. Knocking received no response, so Sarah smiled and unlocked the door. The room looked just like all the rest, 2 beds, with four overnight bags spread out around the room. No one was in the room, and nothing looked out of place, so Sarah closed the door. Instead of immediately leaving to the next room, instead Sarah took out a white piece of laminated paper, and set it on the ground, leaning against the outside of the door. It was hidden enough that a housekeeper would be unlikely to notice it just by walking by, but it still looked obvious enough that it could have been dropped by accident by someone walking by. Once the door was opened the paper would fall and be obvious to the occupants of this room. It was one girl from 203 that Sarah was interested in, Olivia. Olivia was a loud girl, and anything she found funny or interesting would quickly be spread to the rest of the class. It was the perfect place for Sarah to plant the first seed.
With her plan set in motion, Sarah didn't even bother visiting the rest of the rooms. Instead, she just returned to her own room and waited patiently for 5 p.m. Sarah was confident that her paper would be discovered, and it seemed easy enough to understand, she didn't expect the girls to have too much trouble figuring out what that paper supposedly meant. The front side showed a map of the rooms in which they were staying at the hotel, half of them were colored blue, while the rest were left white. Rooms 203, 206, and 212 were blue only on one half. Sarah had considered only providing that much information, but she feared that it might prove too abstract, and that things might have moved too slowly. Sarah was in the mood for some drastic action. On the flip side of the paper, written in pencil so it wouldn't be immediately obvious, there were a number of stats recorded. The stats had all been fabricated by Sarah, but they would still get the job done.
Sarah had waited long enough. She was nearing the end of the simulation, so she was ready to stop taking things slowly. Interfacing directly with the program, Sarah opened a window which floated in front of her. The window displayed many things, but the only thing Sarah was interested in at the moment was the remote viewer. Sarah selected Olivia and immediately the screen was covered in high quality video featuring Olivia and several other girls who were all seated in one of the hotel rooms, huddled around a small piece of paper. With just a gesture, Sarah enabled the sound and began listening to the girl's conversation.
"So what exactly does 'enuresis' mean again?"
"I told you already. This has the results of some sort of...survey that the school gave to our parents, asking when was the last time we wet the bed."
"What? You're kidding."
"I'm telling you, that's what it says."
"Well? What does it say? Who are the bedwetters hiding among us?" All the girls laughed, but the one currently reading off the paper quickly silenced them.
"It's not like that. It doesn't give names, just a lot of statistics. Like, 98 percent of our parents said that their daughters wet the bed after toilet training." Some of the girls looked slightly uncomfortable with the conversation.
"Well yeah, that sounds about normal, right?"
"There's more...48 percent reported girls that still wet the bed when they were 10 years old."
"Haha, that means half of the girls in this room were bedwetters. Who is it? Fess up." Olivia was laughing, and taunting the other girls now. A couple of the girls definitely looked uncomfortable now, but no one spoke up. "Well? Is there anything else?"
"Yes actually, 24 percent reported at least one accident within the past year, and of that percentage, there were at least..." The girl paused as she did some quick mental arithmetic. "Three parents who reported that their daughters wore some form of protection to deal with accidents."
"Protection?" Olivia managed to speak after she had burst out laughing. "What? You mean diapers? There are three girls in our class who still wear diapers to bed?" Olivia sounded incredulous.
"That's what it says..."
"This is great." Olivia looked ecstatic. "We have to find out who it is. Everyone, spread the word. We're looking for three bedwetters. Try and sneak a peak in your roommates' luggage. If they still wet the bed they surely would have brought diapers with them. Make sure everyone knows, and keep an eye out for anyone acting nervous at the meetup later."
That reminded Sarah, she needed to prepare for the debriefing session. It was in less than an hour now, so she left the girls to their schemes and got ready.
When 5 O'clock came around, Sarah was standing in front of all the girls, leading them in a discussion about the play they had seen. They talked about the major themes and imagery, and what they liked or didn't like about the play. Sarah played the part of the young teacher perfectly, and, for the most part, the students were responsive and engaged in the discussion. It wasn't until the end, when Sarah asked if anyone had any final questions, that Olivia finally participated, with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I had a question, miss."
"Yes Olivia, what is it?" Sarah could already guess what the question was about, based on the piece of paper that Olivia was holding.
"I was just wondering, I couldn't help but notice that some of the beds had these thick plastic sheets on them. They are pretty loud, and not very comfortable. So I was wondering if I could take it off."
"I would prefer if you didn't, Olivia. It's standard practice, whenever the school rents hotel rooms for students, to request waterproof covers for the beds. It prevents the school from being liable for any spills or stains that may occur."
"So then why is it that some beds don't have them?"
"Well...In this particular case, the hotel didn't have the resources to protect all the beds. So only a portion of them are covered."
"So it was just random which girls stayed in which rooms, and which beds had the plastic sheets?"
"Of course it was, what else could it be?" Sarah was playing directly into Olivia's hands.
"Well you see, I found this paper earlier." Olivia stood up, holding up the paper dramatically. "And I was wondering if I could ask you about it."
"What paper is that?" Sarah acted as confused as many of the other girls present felt.
"It's the results of a survey that the school sent to all of our parents. A survey asking if any of us still wet the bed."
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. And now, if you don't have any questions about the play, then..." Olivia cut Sarah off before she could continue.
"It's just that, from what I can tell, this survey might have been a convenient way to decide which girls might need protective sheets on their beds."
"Oh, well...I'm sure..." Sarah was acting flustered now. It was the perfect time to let something slip. "I'm sure that if the school based the room selection on any potential medical conditions," Sarah strode over to where Olivia was standing and yanked the paper out of her hands. "That information would be private. Now, thank you all for participating in our discussion, remember to be in your rooms by 10, and meet in the lobby at 9 tomorrow morning."
"Ms. Meadows." Olivia called out over the din of students standing up. "Is it true that there are girls in our class who still wear diapers?" This question got the attention of the whole class, and whispers broke out among the students.
"I've had quite about enough of your questions Olivia. If I did have such information, I would not share it with the whole class. Now you are all dismissed." Sarah strode out of the room, leaving behind wild speculations and discussion. For now, it seemed, Olivia was happy to be the center of attention, even without making any real progress on identifying the bedwetters from the paper. What Olivia couldn't know, is that there was no study, and therefore no bedwetters, not counting Amy's occasional accidents. There were no girls in diapers, at least as far as Sarah was aware, but that was something Sarah planned to change before the end of the dive.
Making her way back to the privacy of her own room, Sarah sat on her bed with her back against the wall. Pulling up three windows to observe three very specific rooms, Sarah got ready. Her timing would determine the effectiveness of her plan.
"Did you see her face when I showed her that paper? It must be real." Sarah was watching Olivia and a couple of her friends talking in room 203. "Now let's go, we've got some time, so let's expose some diaper wearing babies." The girls left the room laughing, leaving behind two other girls who were Olivia's roommates for the night. Sarah watched them leave, and reenter a nearby room, joining with more of Olivia's friends, no doubt on their way to harass some of the other girls.
Sarah stood up and collected one of the packages she had prepared earlier. It was a simple, unassuming plastic bag, with its handles tied in a loose knot. The bag was mostly opaque, with only faint hints of color being seen through the plastic. When Sarah arrived at room 203, she paused only briefly to prepare herself before knocking. Without actually waiting for a response to her knock, Sarah unlocked the door and stepped inside. There was a brief commotion as one of the girls jumped clumsily out of bed after hearing the door open. Both girls had rather red faces; Sarah supposed they might have been taking advantage of the empty hotel room to fool around. Sarah hadn't intended to interrupt them, but she would be out of their hair soon enough.
"Is Olivia here? This is her room right?" Sarah spoke up after seeing the girls surprised faces.
"Oh, yeah, umm she's not here right now."
"Oh well, no matter. I just came to drop this off for her." Sarah held aloft the plastic bag she was holding. "I promised her mother I would deliver it to her, so could you make sure she gets it?"
"Sure, no problem."
"Thank you, have a great night." Sarah set the bag down on the bed closest to the door and waved her thanks at the two girls before leaving the room. There was little doubt that curiosity would get the better of the two girls before long, and they might be surprised at what they found inside the bag, especially given Olivia's little witch hunt.
Sarah had two more stops to make this evening. She returned to her room only briefly to gather some more supplies. Sarah already had an inkling of how things would play out, but she was still excited nonetheless
Room 206; this time when Sarah knocked, she actually waited for someone to answer the door. A nervous looking girl with brown hair and glasses answered the door.
"Oh, Ms. Meadows..." She glanced over her shoulder quickly. "What are you doing here?"
"I had some business with Melanie. Can I come in?" Sarah stepped inside the room without really giving the girl time to think. She looked nervous, and when Sarah entered the hotel room, it became clear why.
Sarah saw Melanie splayed out on the far bed, with several empty miniature bottles of liquor from the minibar laying next to her. The hotel should have removed all alcohol from the girls' rooms, but apparently there was some oversight.
"Melanie! What is going on?" Sarah demanded as she strode over to where the girl was laying. Melanie just laughed as she looked up at the teacher.
"Hehe, what does it look like?"
"You are in big trouble young lady, come out in the hall at once."
"Oh please, we're not in school right now. What can you do to me? Besides, I feel sleepy, so leave me alone." Melanie rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes.
"Wake up this instant." Sarah walked around the bed and stood in front of Melanie once again. "You'll be lucky if you're not expelled once I report this."
"Whatever." Melanie's drunken reply was slightly slurred. Given how young she was, Melanie seemed to have a low tolerance for alcohol. Sarah just sighed, looking down at the girl.
"We can talk about your behavior in the morning, but for now I received a message from your mother, and I need to talk to you. So will you please come out into the hall for a moment?" Hearing this, Melanie picked her head up and looked at Sarah.
"My mom? What did she want?"
"It's somewhat personal information." Sarah looked over at the other three girls who were staying in the room, they looked nervous, likely unsure if they would receive any blame for Melanie's drinking. "So I'd like you to come outside for a minute."
Melanie managed to pull herself up into a sitting position with a groan. She gently cradled her head in her hands.
"Just tell me here. It's fine."
"I'm not sure if this is something you want other people to hear."
"I said it's fine. Just tell me." Melanie snapped
"Haaa..." Sarah sighed. "Okay. Your mother seemed worried that you might have an accident while you were away from home."
"What d'you mean, 'accident?'" Melanie looked confused.
"Well, she mentioned that you've been...wetting the bed on and off for a while." Sarah glanced at the other girls who had bemused looks. "She said that she usually wakes you up to use the bathroom during the night. But since you're away from home tonight, she asked if I could give you this." Sarah heard suppressed giggles coming from the other side of the room as she held up a package of Goodnites for Melanie to see.
"What! No! I don't need those." Melanie jumped to her feet, only to sway dramatically before crashing back onto the bed. "I don't need them." She repeated, her words muffled as she lay face down in the bed.
"Well I can't force you to wear them," Sarah leaned down to speak to Melanie more closely. "But don't you think it's a good idea, even if it's just for protection. Especially since you've been drinking. And don't think I've forgotten about that. I'm sure your mother will have plenty to say to you on that matter."
"Just get out." Melanie seemed to be spent and her consciousness seemed to be fading fast.
"I'll leave these here, in case you change your mind." Sarah set the package on the nightstand before turning to the other girls. "Keep an eye on her, and let me know if there are any problems. If she sobers up at all, see if you can convince her to wear the diapers." Sarah looked back at where Melanie was laying. "Otherwise, see if you can at least move her to this bed here. The one she's sleeping on doesn't have a waterproof sheet on it, and I don't want her to ruin the mattress."
"S-sure." One of the girls responded.
"Thank you." Sarah left the room, her job done.
She only had one more stop to make, but it wasn't quite as involved as some of the others, so Sarah headed directly to room 212 to visit her sister.
"Jessica? What are you doing here?" Amy glanced around the room, as if embarrassed to have her sister in her hotel room. Luckily for her, the room was empty.
"I just thought I'd come and see how you were doing."
"I'm fine. Thanks." Amy looked slightly confused, and more than a bit suspicious. "Was there anything else."
"Well...I thought I might see if you changed your mind. Just for tonight, maybe you should, you know..." Sarah held up the bag she was holding, but her suggestion was cut off by Amy's groan.
"Uuurgh. I knew it. But you can forget it. There's no way I'm wearing that. Olivia and her cronies have already been going around interrogating people, trying to find girls who wet the bed. I wouldn't put it past them to search everyone's luggage, looking for diapers. So no thank you. I think I'll take my chances."
"Let me handle Olivia. But if you change your mind, I added something extra to your bag before we left. Just in case." Sarah smiled and winked at Amy before turning to leave.
"What? No, no no. Wait, take them with you." Sarah heard Amy leap up from the bed and tear through her bag until she found the bag with two thick diapers that Sarah had added the night before. By the time Amy had the diapers, Sarah was gone. Panicking, Amy tried to think of what to do. She was dead if someone found them in her bag, but there wasn't anywhere she could hide them that wouldn't look suspicious if they were found. Unless...
Sarah watched Amy's antics on one of her windows as she headed back to her own room. It seemed Amy finally came to a decision as she hid the diapers deep in the bag of one of her roommates. It obviously wasn't a perfect solution, as they would inevitably be discovered by the bag's owner, but this way Amy wouldn't be suspected if Olivia searched the bag. Sarah couldn't help but wonder if Amy would regret her decision to not wear a diaper to bed. Only time would tell.
When Sarah settled back in her room, she noticed that Olivia was having bigger problems than hunt for bedwetters at the moment. Olivia was in her room, surrounded by her friends and roommates. Sarah took a moment to listen in on their conversation.
"I'm telling you, they're not mine. I don't care what that bitch says." Olivia was trying to stay cool, but was obviously agitated.
"Why would she lie? And where would she get diapers anyway? If they're not yours, then whose are they?"
"I don't know, but they're not mine. I've never even wet the bed before"
"Oh? Then what about the note?" One of the girls was holding up a folded piece of paper that Sarah had included in the bag.
"What note?" Olivia was looking paler and more panicked as the discussion went on.
"This note was in the bag with the diapers."
"What does it say?"
"Let's see." The girl cleared her throat before reading. "Dear Olive,"
"Aww, that's a cute nickname."
"Shut up, let me read.
Dear Olive,
I hope you had a great time at the play. You'll have to tell me all about it when you get home. Now I know you're not going to be happy with me, but try to understand that I'm only trying to do what's best for you. This will be your first time staying away from home in a while, and I know you don't like to talk about it, but I really think you should wear your 'special nighttime underwear' at the hotel. I know you don't like to wear them, and I know at home you would rather just wash your sheets everyday, but you can't do that at a hotel. It would be terribly embarrassing to have an accident while you were sharing a bed with someone else, and there's no guarantee that your bed will have a mattress protector like at home. I'm sure you'll do the right thing. I love you and miss you. I'll pick you up at the school as soon as you're back, pumpkin.
Love, Mommy
P.S. I packed a couple extras, in case you need them on the trip home. I know how you are with long car rides.
Aww, isn't she sweet." It took twice as long for her to read the letter as it normally would have, because she had to stop and wait for the laughter to die down at the end of every line.
"Wow Olive I had no idea you were such a baby. Did your mother say you have to wash your sheets everyday?"
"No, you're wrong. It's not true." Olivia was a wreck. Tears in her eyes, she could barely speak, let alone defend herself.
"Your mom is right, you really should wear diapers. You wouldn't want to ruin this nice bed, would you?"
"Forget that, there's no way I'm sharing a bed with you unless you're wearing one. I don't fancy getting pissed on."
"Here, we'll help you put it on." The diapers were actually pull-ups, so there was no real need for anyone's help, but the girls still eagerly surrounded Olivia.
"No! You can't. Stop." Olivia tried begging, but to no avail.
"Is this why you were so desperate to find other girls who still wet the bed? You were embarrassed to be the only one?"
"You're wrong." Olivia was hiding her face as her 'friends' took pictures of the eighteen year old girl wearing diapers.
"Aww, it's okay. We won't tell anyone your secret. Not if you do what we say all night."
"Okay, fine. I'll do anything. Just don't show anyone those pictures."
"Yay, this is going to be so much fun."
"First things first, take of that skirt. You don't need that thing anymore."
Sarah stopped watching. She couldn't help but feel she may have created a bigger monster than the one she stopped. Olivia's friends seemed a bit too eager to humiliate the girl, but that wasn't Sarah's concern anymore. It was getting late, and Sarah could feel her real life exhaustion beginning to creep into the dive. She shouldn't drag things out too much longer. Tuning into see what was happening in Melanie's room, Sarah saw the girl still passed out, but she had been moved to the other bed. What's more, someone had taken the initiative to slide one of the goodnites up over Melanie's panties. It was smart thinking, this way if she had an accident, the bed and its other occupant would be safe, even if Melanie's panties would be soaked in the process.
Amy was also asleep already. She wasn't wearing one of her diapers, which meant there was about a 50 percent chance of her wetting the bed. Sarah decided to deal with that situation when the need arrived. For now, Sarah sped things along. Everything moved at two times speed as Sarah watched the displays before her. Two of the screens showed only girls sleeping, but the third showed Olivia and her friends involved in all sorts of activities. Sarah watched as Olivia was handed bottle after bottle of water, juice, and soda. It wasn't long before the girl was fidgeting where she sat. The increased speed caused the girls desperation to build rapidly. It wasn't long before the girl was up and dancing in front of the locked bathroom door. One of the other girls had decided to take a shower, just to torment the desperate Olivia. It looked as though Olivia was contemplating running out of the room in search of an open bathroom. She still didn't have on a skirt, so her pull-ups were on full display, the wetness indicator had yet to fade. If Olivia left the room, it would mean either knocking on the door of one of her classmates, or trying to make it down to the lobby and into the bathrooms there without being seen. Neither option was likely to succeed, so Olivia continued holding on. Praying for the bathroom door to open so she could use the toilet. Before long; however, her body decided on a fourth option. Olivia froze as her tortured bladder gave out under the sheer volume of liquid. The pull-up swelled well past its designed parameters as Olivia's pee poured into it. A few stray drops ran leaked out of the overfull diaper and ran down her legs, before disappearing into the carpet. The other girls in the room watched and cheered as Olivia finally lost control and wet herself. Sarah stopped watching as the girls made a big show about cleaning and changing Olivia for bedtime. The last thing Sarah heard from the room was one of the girls reminding Olivia that the bathroom was off limits at night. No doubt all the liquids from earlier would continue to plague Olivia's tired bladder all night. Sarah wouldn't be surprised if the bed was wet by morning, even through the pull-up. At least Olivia was sleeping on the bed with the waterproof sheet.
Sarah considered ending the dive at this point. She had been under a long time, and she was confident that her plans had succeeded, but Sarah couldn't help but want to see this thing through until the very end. Setting the time to pass at twenty times the normal pace. It would take only minutes for the night to pass.
Sarah had just laid back for a moment when she suddenly jumped up. Even if she was able to perceive the altered flow of time, her body was not exempt from its effects. In just a few minutes, which was actually a few hours, Sarah's need to pee had grown exponentially. Sarah quickly froze time, to prevent her desperation from getting any worse, but it did not lessen the feeling. Crossing her legs, Sarah decided to use this to her advantage. Leaving her room, Sarah made a beeline for room 212, pausing only briefly to hold herself after a particularly strong wave of desperation. Sarah opened the door to reveal the sleeping forms of four girls.
Pulling back the covers on the bed closest to the door revealed Amy and another girl. Amy was sleeping in a pair of grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt, the same things she wore to bed at home, minus the sometimes present diaper. The girl sleeping next to Amy had a much more bold choice of sleepwear. She was wearing only a pair of pink panties and a thin t-shirt that did little to hide her modesty. More strange than what they were wearing, Sarah was more interested in how the girls were situated. Both girls had their hands dangling off either side of the bed, slightly submerged in carefully positioned bowls of water. A quick examination of the other bed revealed that neither girl there was in similar position. So the culprit was likely to be one or both of those girls. Returning to where Amy was sleeping, Sarah gently slipped off her sweatpants to reveal a pair of light blue panties with a sizable wet spot extending towards the front. Sarah flipped Amy over and felt the bed beneath her. The bed felt dry, and the back of Sarah's sweatpants were damp at most, but the back of her panties were noticeably wet. The sight of the wetness reminded Sarah of her own needs. She had already decided to take care of Amy, but she needed to deal with her own needs first. As she had already passed by several opportunities to simply use the bathroom, Sarah had a better idea. At least one of the girls in the other bed had decided to prank Amy and the other girl. So Sarah decided to flip things around a bit. Moving as fast as she could while still desperate to pee, Sarah repositioned both girls so their hands hung just above the floor. Sarah placed each girls hand in one of the bowls of water. Nothing would happen as long as time was stopped, and Sarah wasn't actually convinced anything would happen anyway, but Sarah just pulled back the sheets to reveal the two girls. The time had come for Sarah to relieve herself, finally, and now she just had to make a decision. Which girl would it be? Sarah didn't really remember much about either girl, but she recognized the girl on the left as one of Olivia's friends, and Sarah didn't have any better criteria to make her decision without knowing for sure who had decided to prank the other two girls. The girl Sarah had selected was sleeping on her stomach; she wore a long white t-shirt which had ridden up far enough to expose the bottom of her white panties. Sarah tugged the girls shirt up a bit more, and then carefully climbed on top of the the bed, straddling the girl so that Sarah's crotch was positioned just above the girl's butt. Normally, Sarah would have found what she was about to do at least a bit distasteful, but there was something about the dive, about becoming someone else, that seemed to lessen your inhibitions. Sarah pulled her panties to the side, and let out a great sigh of relief. The stream of her pee hissed loudly as it splashed on the girl beneath Sarah. The girl's panties were quickly soaked, as was the bed beneath her. The growing stain reached halfway up the girls stomach as her t-shirt absorbed more and more of the pee. Sarah paused briefly as she remembered that there was no protective sheet on this bed, but she didn't stop peeing. When the stream finally tapered off into a trickle and then stopped, Sarah looked down at her handiwork. The bed, as well as the girl, was soaked. The puddle of pee had just barely reached the girl sleeping next to Sarah's poor victim, seeping into the fringes of the girls pink nightie.
Sarah stood up from the bed, and wiped her feet and knees dry on a part of the sheets that had managed to avoid soaking up Sarah's pee. Feeling relieved, Sarah returned to where she had left Amy. Sarah pulled off Amy's wet panties, and set them on the nightstand. After digging through on of the other girls bags, Sarah pulled out the package of diapers that Amy had stashed. Sarah pulled a diaper out of the bag and set about diapering Amy. Amy was in no place to complain, she had wet the bed, and soon enough she would probably finish wetting it. At least this way she wouldn't be as embarrassed, probably not anyway. Once Amy was all diapered, Sarah pulled the girls sweats back up, and then pulled them back down just enough to ensure the top of the diaper was showing. Sarah walked around the bed to examine the girl sleeping next to Amy more closely. This girl had been sleeping with her hand in water just the same as Amy, so Sarah ran her hand along the crotch of the girl's panties, feeling for any wetness. There it was, a small spot, about the size of a dime. It wasn't really noticeable so unless the girl continued wetting after time was restarted, which was completely possible, there was no need for Sarah to intervene, so Sarah pulled the covers back up over the two girls. Even so, Sarah was left with an extra diaper, and she would hate to waste it. Sarah's gaze was drawn back to the other bed. One girl was already very wet, so a diaper didn't really make sense, but the other girl, the one wearing the nightie, also had her hand in warm water. It wouldn't do to have the mattress stained anymore than it already was, so Sarah pulled up the nightie and pulled down the girl's matching pink panties. Once the girl was safely diapered, Sarah pulled the covers back up over the sleeping girls, and watched as the thin sheet became wet and transparent when it contacted the wetness covering one side of the bed. Sarah retrieved Amy's wet panties and, along with the other pair she was holding, quickly rinsed them and hung them to dry in the bathroom. Whoever happened to use the bathroom first would surely find them.
Job done, and feeling relieved, Sarah returned to her room and once again advanced the flow of time. Sarah was keeping an eye on the girls of room 212 while she waited, but it looked like they were all still asleep. The sheets were covering the girls so Sarah couldn't see if there were any new developments. It would be morning soon anyway, but Sarah still toggled on the X-ray function of her monitor and was able to directly observe the contents of each girl's bladder. Amy's had long since emptied into her diaper, which wasn't particularly surprising. The girl sleeping next to Amy had a rather full bladder, but she would likely be able to wait until morning, or at least would wake up before it emptied involuntarily. The other two girls, whose hands were still half submerged in the room temperature water were similarly full, but almost as if on cue, the diapered girl shifted in her sleep, uncrossing her legs which had been tightly coiled around each other. Even while viewing an X-ray depiction, Sarah could see the girl's whole body relax as her bladder began to empty. Whether this accident was triggered by the hand in water prank, or if the girl had some preexisting predisposition towards wetting the bed, Sarah was not sure, but either way, it was lucky for the girl that Sarah had put her in a diaper. The other girl was still wet from Sarah's own little 'accident' but as Sarah watched, in accelerated time, the girl was losing small amounts of pee at a time. Her bladder was gradually emptying as little leaks aggregated into a full blown bedwetting accident, even if the bed was already significantly wet.
Time continued to pass, and the sun was just peaking over the horizon. Sarah checked in on Olivia one last time. The girl was laying in bed on top of the sheets, so Sarah didn't even need to use X-ray to see what was happening. Olivia's diaper was very wet. She had clearly wet the bed at least once during the night. Although it wasn't clear whether it was actually an accident, or if she was just too scared of her peer's threats to leave the bed. Now though, it was clear she was awake. Olivia squirmed back and forth, clutching herself through the saturated pull-up. The underwear she was wearing was made to absorb large nighttime accidents, so it was quite absorbent, but the average consumer was likely about ten years younger than Olivia, so the diaper was already near maximum capacity. Another accident would likely cause the diaper to leak. After several minutes of squirming in bed, Olivia finally jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Her desperation had apparently overcome her any fears of the pictures of her wearing a diaper being exposed. Unfortunately for her, she was stopped by the bathroom door; it was locked. Sarah didn't think there was anyone inside the bathroom, so someone had apparently locked the door before pulling it closed from the outside. Hopefully they had a way to open the door again, or things could become awkward in the morning. Either way, Olivia was bouncing up and down while pulling on the locked door, to no avail. Surely nearing her limit, Olivia concocted one final plan. Sarah watched as the girl pulled on a pair of pink pants up over her pull-up, they were likely her pajama pants that she never got to wear. Once she was certain her diaper was covered up, Olivia made for the door out into the rest of the hotel. Sarah assumed she was going to make a break for the bathroom down in the lobby, no doubt hoping that the cover of night would prevent her from being discovered. The plan may have worked, if Olivia hadn't been caught before she ever left the room. One of the other girls woke up from all of Olivia's desperate antics, and seized the girl by the arm before she could leave the room. In her desperation, Olivia was powerless to resist the girl as she was dragged back to her bed. Sarah slowed time enough to understand what was being said and watched as Olivia pleaded to be allowed to use the bathroom, but her captor just gestured for her to get back in bed. Olivia complied, sitting on the bed with both hands desperately pressed against her crotch, inside the pull-up this time. Still she begged and pleaded, all the commotion waking up the other girls in the room.
"What's going on?"
"I caught her trying to make a run for it."
"No, please. I was just going to use the bathroom. I need to pee so badly. Please!"
"Nuh uh. You need to learn to hold it all night like a big girl. That way you can stop wetting the bed."
"Please, I already wet the bed, and I've done everything you asked. So just let me go."
"Aww, did the baby have an accident? Do you need a diaper change?"
"Tell you what. If you can prove you're a big girl, and hold it until 7:30 I'll let you pee." Sarah and Olivia both looked at the time. 7:10. Twenty minutes to go, Sarah doubted if Olivia could last that long, but the girl seemed intent on trying, anything to avoid wetting herself again. Sarah watched as the minutes ticked by and Olivia grew ever more desperate as 7:30 approached. Finally, it was 7:28, two minutes to go. Olivia was still sitting on the bed, but she squealed and redoubled her efforts to hold herself.
"What happened? Did you wet yourself? It's so hard to tell with these pants on." The girl reached over and squeezed Olivia's butt through her pants and pull-ups. Olivia, whose hands were still inside her diaper was unable to stop the girl. The girl's squeezing seemed to wring some of Olivia's pee out of the soaked pull-up and left a crescent shaped wet stain on the back of Olivia's pajamas.
"Uh-oh. Looks like baby had a little accident. You only had two more minutes to go too."
"N-no please. That wasn't me. My...my diaper was just wet from when I...wet the bed." Olivia looked ashamed as her face burned red, but she was still desperately holding on.
"Hmmm, I don't know. I think I'll add on an extra 5 minutes just in case."
"Nooooo." Olivia moaned in despair.
"Well you did say you wet the bed already, and you're obviously soaked, so how could you need to go so badly already?"
"I don't know, it doesn't make sense. I just do."
Sarah was honestly amazed that Olivia had held on this long, but she still persevered. 7:30 came and went. Olivia was desperately staring at the clock, until finally the time ticked over to 7:35. Olivia tried to jump up off the bed, but she was held back by a hand.
"What? What now? Please, I need to go so badly. I've never been so desperate in my life."
"Well you did manage to hold on, at least for a little while. So I guess you've earned it. Go ahead and pee."
"Yes! Thank you." Once again Olivia tried to stand up, but was once again held back.
"What are you doing?"
"Well I said you could pee, so go ahead. I never said anything about letting you use the bathroom." Olivia just stared in horror as the implication dawned on her. "You're wearing a diaper, so go ahead and use it." The girl giggled as Olivia just slumped down in defeat. She couldn't fight anymore. Resting her head on her knees, Olivia's poor bladder gave out. The pull-up put up an admirable fight as well, but the diaper just wasn't made to hold any more pee. Olivia's pee spilled out of the edges of her pull-up, soaking her pants and the bed she was sitting on. The sound of her pee hitting the pull-up lasted for more than a minute.
"Wow, you really did need to go didn't you. Too bad you couldn't make it to the bathroom. You got the bed all wet, we'll have to tell someone so they can clean it up." Olivia didn't seem to be listening, she was still relishing the feeling of relief.
"Why don't you go take a shower, and we'll get your outfit for the day ready." One of the girls unlocked the bathroom with a bobby pin, and Olivia gladly removed her wet clothes and washed herself. Meanwhile, the other girls were preparing another pull-up and a skirt that laughed in the face of the school's skirt length regulations.
As the rest of the girls woke up, Sarah observed. Melanie woke up with an aching head, only to discover that she had well and truly wet the bed in her drunkenness. If not for the goodnite and her panties absorbing most of her pee, the bed would have been soaked as well. In Amy's room, two girls woke up wondering why they were in diapers, but more worried about how they could try and hide the fact that they were wearing wet diapers. One occupant; however, found herself without any recourse to hide. She was soaked. After two wettings, one of them belonging to Sarah, the wet spot extended far enough that her bed mate thought she herself had wet the bed when she woke up.
Sarah kept time speeding along throughout most of the morning. There was much laughter and gossip during breakfast. It wasn't long before everyone knew the story of the three bedwetters, one of them being Olivia herself, much to everyone's surprise. Olivia didn't have much to say, she was too focused on trying to keep her short skirt under control, lest she flash her pull-ups to the room.
Sarah could feel the strain of the extended dive as everyone boarded the bus, so she simply sat back and let the time flow on as she tried to prepare herself for the coming end of the dive. Halfway back to the school she heard jeers coming from the back of the bus. It seemed that Olivia had been unable to make it all the way home without having another accident. It wasn't surprising considering she had likely not been allowed to use the bathroom since her accident that morning. It seemed that Amy was able to hold on this time, either that or she was still wearing her diaper from the night before. Her diapers were significantly more absorbent than what Olivia or Melanie had been wearing.
When they finally arrived back at the school, the girls said farewell to their friends and went off with their parents. Olivia was glad to be home, and was trying not to think about the untold numbers of pictures there were floating around of her wearing a diaper and wetting herself. Melanie stood red faced as Sarah delivered a teen drinking PSA to her mother, as well as the importance of mattress protection.
Having done all she could, Sarah was finally ready to end the simulation. With just the press of a button, Sarah's vision went dark, until all her senses came rushing back all at once. She was back home, laying in bed. Moving took some doing. Her body had gotten used to the lack of impulses from her brain, so it took a moment before she could convince her body to sit back up. When she finally did become vertical, Sarah noticed her condition. It had only been about three hours since she began her dive, but without her conscious control, her body made some questionable decisions. The back of her legs and butt were soaked. She had some diapers laying around somewhere, for situations just like this, but she had neglected to put one on before diving, and now she had to deal with this. It wasn't the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
It wasn't until after Sarah had cleaned herself up, and hung her sheets up to dry that it crossed her mind to check on her program. Booting up the relevant process, Sarah ran the search function once again.
"Perfect." Sarah's teeth were bared as she smiled.
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Bed wetter: 28 results
Diaper: 21 results
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This is the first story I've written for the site in quite a long while. It's actually a small side story from an RP that I'm currently doing with a friend of mine. It's not my best work but I hope that you will all enjoy it. Credit goes to Justice as this features one of his characters.
The day at long last had finally come to an end and Alanna couldn't. Have been happier about two things one she could finally use the restroom and two. Being she would be going home as the day had been stressful enough for Alanna already. That being with the fact earlier that morning she had an accident during math class with Kristina. It had been a rather embarrassing accident on Alanna's part. She had asked to use the restroom but wasn't allowed to leave the room.
So, in the long run, Alanna had wet herself flooding her blue and white striped panties. And soaking her blue skirt she had been wearing. Having used that time to get cleaned up and changed into a white blouse and pink short pleated skirt. She had, this time, choose to wear a white pull-up underneath her skirt.
Also, Kristina's own need at that time to pee had also made Alanna's own need that much worse but that was all behind her. After leaving the room and changing Alanna had put the event behind her. After packing up her belongings she left the classroom in a hurry wanting to use the restroom. Before leaving school because in a few minutes time she would need to meet up with Kristina to get her ride home.
After a short walk, Alanna neared the restroom only to find a small line of people. Waiting to use it this made her stop a short distance away. "N-no, n-no" Alanna muttered to herself she pressed a hand against her crotch through her skirt. The girl's poor bladder was sending signals to her brain that it needed to release itself. But Alanna was feeling herself growing scared she didn't like using the restroom with large crowds of people. In fact, she only felt safe using the restroom either when no one else was in there or with Kristina.
"I-I" Alanna was trying to think of the best course of action to take. When she in the end chicken out and turned away hurrying away from the restroom on the way. She bumped into Kristina who had left her own classroom. Seeing her friend filled Alanna with happiness as she liked spending time with Kristina. But most of all what made Alanna happiest of all was that Kristina was like her in some ways. They both suffered from accidents though Alanna's was a tad worse then Kristina's own and they both wore diapers but Alanna mainly wore pull-ups. Which helped carry some of the accidents that Alanna tended to have.
"Alanna, are you ready to head home?" Kristina asked.
Alanna didn't say anything at first she just shifted around a little. From just looking at Alanna Kristina could tell that Alanna needed to pee she was used to seeing this in Alanna. Which was quite often? "Y-yeah I-I'm ready" Alanna finally said taking her hand gently Kristina led Alanna outside of the school both girls made small talk. Though it was mainly Kristina talking about her day Alanna didn't say much just listened and said a few words from time to time.
Five minutes later a blue four-door BMW pulled up in front of the school. Both girls got into the car and sat beside each other in the backseat. Kristina's mom and Alanna greeted one another with a simple 'hello and how was your day?" as they pulled away from the school.
During the time Alanna was starting to show signs of needing to pee. She would sometimes squirm around on the seat. Or cross her legs the best she could do a couple of times she would press her hand into her skirt. Out of the corner of her eye, Kristina watched Alanna she had gone to the restroom before running into Alanna. Yet she could slowly feel her need to use the bathroom growing again. She was also enjoying the show Alanna was putting on though she would never admit that to Alanna.
A few minutes longer the car pulled onto the freeway. Alanna's need was growing worse with each passing moment.
"C-Could w-we please pull i-into a Burger King I-I need to use the r-restroom?" Alanna admitted.
Her squirming was getting more and more noticeable and her pink skirt. Was riding up her legs giving Kristina a view of her thighs.
"Sorry Alanna but I'm afraid that would be an option not for a while at least due to all this traffic, sure enough, " Kristina's mom said.
Alanna , sure enough, they were all stuck in traffic as there was an accident. Up ahead on the freeway which made moving along rather slow. Alanna started to whimper in fear her need to pee was reaching its limits. And she wasn't sure on how much longer she could hold out.
"B-But I-I need to pee" Alanna admitted.
Tears had formed in her eyes as she started to cry softly. Kristina took her hand in her own "we will make it Alanna I know we will" Kristina said trying to cheer her friend up.
Yet Alanna still couldn't help but cry softly as she was opening squirming much more now than before. Her skirt was now completely up around her waist exposing her pull-up to both Kristina and her mom. Alanna with her left hand was pressing against her trying to stop the impending flow which was to come.
This wasn't helping at all and Alanna felt herself leak small at first. Feeling her crotch grow warm slightly and tried to hang on. And think positive about things like being able to make it to the restroom. But sadly that was going to happen in the thirty minutes that they sat there waiting to move past the accident.
Alanna slowly broke down until she lasts all control and was sobbing uncontrollably as at the twenty-minute mark Alanna's damn burst and she completely wet herself. Warm pee flooded into her pull-up turning the crotch yellow and causing it to leak into a small puddle upon the seat. Soaking her skirt completely in both the front and back along with staining the car seat.
As the hissing sound was heard throughout the car. Alanna just broke down at what was happening she could only sob and whimper as after a while the streams began to die down. Moments later she felt herself being hugged by Kristina who told her everything was going to be okay.
Kristina mom also tried to calm Alanna down by offering to first. Take her to their house where they would wash Alanna's wet clothes and offer her a pair of Kristina's to wear. Kristina's mom also went on toe say that she would call Alanna's mom to explain why she was running a little late in getting home.
Alanna excepted all of this and they finally made it past the car accident. They arrived at Kristina's house where Alanna used, this time, to clean up and changed into a new skirt. Wearing one of Kristina's own outfits of old. It took about an hour for Alanna's clothes to be both washed and dried and both girls spent the time in Kristina's room doing their homework and chatting.
Soon enough the hour was up and both Alanna and Kristina said their goodbye to each other. Before Alanna's mom showed up at the house to take her daughter home. |
Hello! This is my first fic on this site, aha...
Um, this is a little thing based on a novel I'm writing, so the characters are 100% mine. Ah, so, er...enjoy?
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“Damn!” Alice cursed, narrowing her eyes a bit in irritation. She lowered her sword as she watched the last of the black portal fade away into nothing. It was a particularly elusive demon that she and her ‘student’ were going after, but even having that in mind, it was still frustrating when it got away.
Still, she thought with a great deal of annoyance, maybe I would have gotten him if I wasn’t so focused on how full my bladder is...
“Got away again?” Jaylin sounded as if he was running out of breath when he stopped a few feet behind the girl. He was very obviously irritated, his voice full of anger. He’d always been the short-tempered type, so that was exactly the response Alice would have expected of him. Or, actually, it was a bit of a surprise that he wasn’t yelling at the top of his lungs.
Alice pulled out a small pink device and flipped it open. It looked like a cheap clamshell cellphone, but it was something she could use to contact the world she was from. It was also a tracker, used to find the location of demons that resided in the city she was assigned to. The demon wasn’t far from where it disappeared, showing up only a few blocks over.
“Found it again,” she announced. “On our way, could we...maybe stop by your house?”
She still called it his house. She’d moved in with him, living in his closet, but the only part of the building she considered hers at all was the room she stayed in.
Jaylin didn’t seem pleased with her request. He pressed the tip of his jet-black weapon to the ground and leaned slightly on the hilt, giving her a look that asked if she was completely stupid. “We’re trying to fight a demon here. You think I want to be taking a detour?”
The fact that she wouldn’t be able to stop by the house on the way somehow made the pressure in her bladder a little worse. She shifted her weight a little, her thighs rubbing together lightly. Maybe she shouldn’t have had so much water before going out, but she couldn’t really help it—it was hot out and she didn’t want to be dehydrated.
“Besides,” he went on, “what could be so important that you of all people would want to stop in the middle of a mission?”
That was probably a very good question, since she was usually incredibly insistent on putting missions above all else. Wasn’t she going against that with her desire to stop at the boy’s house to take care of her problem, even if it would likely soon be urgent?
She hesitated before giving a response. “I drank too much water before we went out.”
“Seriously? You want to stop for a bathroom break?” He rolled his emerald eyes and let out a huff. Alice thought he was being a little dramatic, but she could understand where his irritation was coming from. “Remember that time I suggested we stop for a bathroom break towards the beginning of my training? And you said something along the lines of, You can take care of it later. We’re busy right now. You remember that, right?”
Alice hissed through grit teeth before nodding reluctantly. Of course she remembered that, but she kind of wished he didn’t. This was the first time in a long while that she had had this problem. Four years ago, when she was only ten and just beginning her training, she would often times find herself in need of a restroom when she was out observing other more trained Guardians hunt down and kill demons. She’d even had an accident or two back then, but she was fourteen now. She should be able to keep herself under control now.
“I remember.” Her voice was angry, chilled with the iciness in her tone. So what if he wasn’t going to let her stop to use the restroom? Big deal, she thought. Doing her best to ignore the pressure in her bladder, she started heading down the sidewalk of the tranquil neighborhood. Her eyes were glued to the screen of her communicator, as she trusted Jaylin to make sure there were no cars coming if she needed to cross the street.
Once they made it to the same block where the demon was, Alice really needed to relieve herself. It was starting her hurt, and she was afraid that any sudden move she made would make her leak.
The demon knew they were there. It whipped around, its eyes narrowed at the two teenagers. Alice gripped her sword with both hands, spread her feet apart, and pointed the sharp tip of the weapon toward the demon. It looked upset, as it probably should have been. It then leapt at the girl, and she swung out of reflex. She missed, and it clawed her across the face.
She grit her teeth against the pain and swung again. Her bladder protested her quick actions, and she instinctively shoved one hand between her legs. She hissed in annoyance, but her glare didn’t falter.
The demon let out a rumble of laughter and attacked again. Jaylin got between it and his friend, plunging the sword through the demon’s abdomen. He tore it upwards, causing blood to cover the ground below it.
Alice took a few steps back and her bladder went against any movement at all by this point. She dropped her sword and shoved both hands between her legs. She felt herself leak a bit, and it soaked through her skirt. She couldn’t help letting out a small whimper as she heard urine hit the pavement. It was only a few little drops, but it was still humiliating nonetheless. It hurt to try to keep the rest of it in, but her pride wouldn’t let her admit any kind of defeat.
The demon had disappeared now, taken care of and killed. Jaylin turned back around to Alice, his eyebrows knitting together as he saw the state she was in. He took a few paces towards her before she fell to her knees, her body trembling with the effort of not completely losing control.
“Hey,” Jaylin said. His voice was a bit soft and he sounded almost hesitant. “Look, I would have let you stop if I would have told me it was that bad.” He paused. “We’re in our soul forms. No one else is able to see you.”
“Yes, but...” She choked on a sob as her eyes filled with tears. “B-but you can.”
He turned around. “I’m sorry, what? I’ve gone blind. Hurry up and help me get home. I can’t see shit. Can’t hear shit, either, for some reason.”
Around her tears, Alice let out a small laugh. She relaxed her muscles and urine gushed out of her, darkening the pavement. She couldn’t help herself from letting out a soft moan, as it felt absolutely wonderful.
When she was finished, she stood up, her blue skirt soaked. Her tears had stopped at least, though her cheeks were still red. To her surprise, when Jaylin turned back around, he took her hand despite it being wet. He didn’t seem to care as he started walking.
Feeling much better about the situation, Alice walked home beside him. |
Jace parked his car in front of the church and shut off the car. He unscrewed the cap of his water-bottle and drained the other half of the water. He tossed it on the floor on the passenger’s side, making a mental note to pick it up later. He got out of the vehicle and headed into the building.
He had forgotten to use the restroom before he had left the house, so he decided that he would use it before the first service was to start. He had about ten minutes, so there was no rush, but he would prefer to get the problem taken care of sooner rather than later.
Before he made it to the restrooms, though, someone stopped him. An adult friend of his, Courtney, tapped on his shoulder. He turned around to see her smiling at him. He didn’t take off his headphones and instead left the music blaring, but he could read her lips, so he knew exactly what she was saying.
“I’m really excited for the lesson today,” she said. From her expression, she seemed pretty cheerful.
His stomach was full of butterflies all over again because of her comment, fluttering and tickling and making him feel a little funny. He was looking forward to teaching the lesson that he had been practicing for several hours every day, taking the pastor’s place while she was on vacation. It made him happy just knowing that the pastor trusted him to be her replacement for the time she was out, even if it did make him a little nervous. He was honestly terrified of the idea that he might mess up.
Instead of showing that anxiety and worry, though, he just returned her smile and shook his head. “Oh, no, don’t get your hopes up too high. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
She laughed and pulled him into a hug. He felt her neck vibrate a little, so she must have forgotten that he couldn’t hear her.
“What was that?”
She let him go, and his eyes immediately went to her lips to read what she was saying. “I said, I don’t think you’ll disappoint anyone. It’s not every day that you’re able to get a church service told by a boy who’s only sixteen!”
Jace let out a small laugh and felt his cheeks get a bit warm. He shook his head and looked down for a few seconds, trying to stop blushing. He wasn’t successful at it, but it only took him a moment or two before he gave up. Praise always made him a bit shy and embarrassed, considering that—while it was something he was somewhat used to—he almost never felt that he really deserved it. “Ah, yeah, I suppose I’ve just got that kind of talent...”
Courtney chuckled again, looking amused by the boy’s reaction. She put a hand on his head, and he flinched away from the sound of her ring hitting the top of his headphones. He noticed how the praise was making him a little more nervous about the service he would be doing, which made the pressure in his bladder a little worse. He smiled at her almost apologetic, shifting his weight slightly at the discomfort. “Hey, ah, do you think you could let me run to the restroom real quick?”
“Oh, of course.” She gave a wave and continued on her way. “I can’t wait for your lesson!”
Once Courtney was gone, he was suddenly forcefully hugged from behind. He almost fell forward, taking a few steps forward before regaining his balance. He knew who it was before he even saw her. “Roxy!” he exclaimed, and she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
She let go and went to stand in front of him. “I’m here!”
He was pleased that she had come. He hadn’t been expecting her to do much other than congratulate him when he had gone to her with the news that he was going to be giving a lesson at his church, but it seemed she had actually come to see the service. He knew she had had bad bad experiences with church, and he also knew how she thought it was a bunch of nonsense. It was a pleasant surprise that she had shown up.
“I’m happy to see you,” he said.
“Bet you weren’t expecting me to actually show up.”
“I wasn’t.” He pulled her into a hug for a few seconds before letting her go. “It’s a really nice surprise.”
“How could I miss your first service? I might not be into this stuff, but it seems super important to you. I just had to show up!”
Jace shifted his weight a little, trying to ignore the pressure that was gradually growing in his bladder. He really needed to use the restroom before he was supposed to be up onstage teaching a lesson to all the people who had come to the church. But Roxy wouldn’t stop talking, going on about things that Jace had almost completely stopped paying attention to. He was more focused on when he would be able to relieve himself.
“Jace, someone’s trying to get your attention,” Roxy informed him, pointing over to someone behind him.
He turned around to see one of the pastor’s helpers waving to him. “What is it?”
“Are you ready? It’s time to get started,” he said.
Oh, that wasn’t good. Catching himself before he swore, he smiled and turned his MP3 player off, putting his headphones around his neck. He shifted his weight to one foot so that it was more discreet when he pressed his thighs together. “Of course. I’m very excited.”
He didn’t realize he would be quite as nervous as he was when he got on the stage. Most of the seats in the auditorium were full—so many people had come to watch him teach, and now that he was actually in front of the crowd, he was very close to panicking. He squirmed as his bladder protested the situation, but he still put on the best smile he could manage.
“Welcome to Hillsboro Christian Church,” he said. His voice shook a little from the anxiety, but he managed to keep it mostly level. “I’m happy to see you all here today. I’m the substitute for the actual pastor, who is on vacation in Maine visiting family.” He shifted, feeling his bladder threatening to leak. With all the butterflies in his stomach, it was getting harder and harder to keep from wetting himself. His hands remained at his sides, grabbing at his baggy pants as his whole body tensed.
“Ah, well, I suppose we should start off with prayer,” he continued. He clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, saying a prayer. His voice was unsteady and he couldn’t stop shifting around. When he was finished praying, he continued talking: “I’m very nervous about this entire arrangement, so some things might seem off—”
He cut himself short when he felt a spurt of urine escape him. He pressed his thighs together, but the situation was obvious. Even though he’d stopped, there was still a wet patch around his crotch. He grit his teeth, trying not to let any more escape.
Roxy, who was sitting in the front row, climbed up onstage and took the microphone. “You make fun of my babe for this, and I’ll kick your ass.” She hooked her arm around one of Jace’s and started gently pulling him to the side of the stage to get off.
His bladder couldn’t handle it and he lost all the control he had. He grabbed himself, which did nothing other than cause the sleeve of his hoodie to get wet. The only thing that was keeping him up was Roxy, and he still thought he might collapse.
His girlfriend flipped off the crowd of people in the auditorium before turning her attention back to Jace. “Here, just follow me and we can clean you up. You should have said something earlier about it!”
“Y-yeah...”
“Now come on, let’s get you taken care of.” |
Dream Love
You can't believe it, Mr. Simmons actually partnered you with Emma, your crush since elementary school, not like she actually ever noticed your existence anyways. Emma is loved by everybody, the popular type except with none of the bitchy characteristics that you would assume if you recently watched Mean Girls. She is unbelievably gorgeous as well, and she's coming to your house!
Knock, Knock
"Come in!" You shout across the house
"Hi Ben!" She says as she walks into your room clutching her books in that cute way you've always admired. She swings her bookbag off of her back and onto your table.
"Nice house, are your parents not home?"
"No, they are on a cruise, I don't think they get back for another week" You reply, smiling back at her. Deep down you are extremely nervous talking to her, you definitely don't want to mess up this chance to spend time with Emma. You've dreamed up so many different scenarios of this moment, with Her in your room, but you shake off the dirty thoughts. Emma is a good girl, a straight A student, I have to act civilized and try to make her laugh.
"Do you have anything to drink? I'm parched" she asks. You go to the kitchen and grab two sodas, and bring it back to your room and give her her drink.
"Thank you very much," she replies smiling, "Do you wanna get started?"
"Sure, Russia, the World's Death Star"
You and Emma work on the project, doing your research, exchanging laughs and making very good time on the paper. The night is going very well and you and Emma are very much enjoying yourselves. Eventually you both lose focus and begin to just talk as if you were friends for your whole lives. She's fucking perfect, you think to yourself, really wishing that you had gotten the balls to talk to her earlier, as you've missed out on the girl of your dreams your whole life. You learn she's been single since Freshman year, having broken up with her boyfriend because he acted like a child.
"I'm a big boy though, look I'm even wearing grown up underwear!" You joke as you pull the elastic waistband on the underwear to show her. The waistband snaps and your hand flies straight up into your face where you punch yourself right in the face. "Fuck!"
"OH my god you fucking dork, I'm gonna pee myself!" She yells as she laughs hysterically at you. "Where's your bathroom?"
"Our bathroom is actually being remodeled, we don't exactly have a toilet right now" You reply, still laughing.
"Wait, then where do you go to the bathroom?" She questions as she squirms.
"We go across the street to our neighbors if they're home, they're nice people."
"Shit I don't think I can make it across the street." She responds, she begins to look around, as if for something to use, then she looks at you inquisitively for a few moments.
"What?" You ask as she continues to stare at you
"I don't want to pee myself, and I guess you're cute enough"
"What are you talking about?" You question completely confused with what she's saying.
"I gotta pee" she says as she begins to take off her socks, then unbuttons her jeans and starts to slide them down her legs.
"What the fuck are you doing?" You ask as she continues to take off her panties exposing her cute shaved pussy.
"I'm peeing idiot" Emma says as she squats and starts to pee all over your wooden bedroom floor. The piss splashes all over the floor as she releases all of her urine on your bedroom floor. Your cock begins to harden in your pants as you watch your childhood crush pee all over your bedroom floor. She continues until she is completely finished. She looks up at you as you stare down at her.
"You know what, I bet you have to pee as well" Emma says as she takes off her shirt and bra, now completely nude in your room. "Pee on me"
"You want me to what?" You ask her, realizing that at this moment you'll do whatever she asks.
"I pissed on your floor, and in order to make this even you have to piss on something that's mine, but I don't want to ruin my clothes, pee on my tits Ben"
"Um..."
Where did this come from, she's the straight A student, the good girl, she's not supposed to be naked in my room right now.
"Pull that cock out doofus" Emma demands. You follow her orders, you take your dick out of your pants and aim it at Emma's boobs. You wait for a moment, admiring this sight in front of you, the girl of your dreams naked in your bedroom sitting in a pool of her piss awaiting your own flow. You begin to pee on her chest, as it splashes and glistens along her curves. She drops her head back and moans in pleasure as you piss until you no longer have any piss left. She's beautiful, with pee all over her body. She smiles at you while you're holding onto your cock.
"I'm so hot for you right now, I need more" Emma grins as she leans towards you.
"But... I don't have to pee anymore" you reply confused by her actions.
"Your cock silly, I need the other stuff" She coyly says as she winks at you. She reaches her hand out for your cock and directs it towards her mouth, slowly taking your rod into her mouth, licking the head of your cock and swirling her tongue around your shaft. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, you look down at her and she stares up at you with her beautiful blue eyes as she continues to suckle on your cock. You look up at your ceiling, moaning in pleasure, as you do your best not to cum too quickly, which is very difficult in this exact scenario. At this moment, you can't think of anything better in your life than this exact moment. Your piss all over the girl of your dreams and she wants more from you. I've marked my territory, she's mine. You are very close to the biggest orgasm of your life and you pull out of her mouth, jerking your cock above her face until you explode a massive cumload, covering her face in more of your seed than you've ever came in your life. You look at her, smiling as she smiles back,
"I don't ever want this moment to end, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life all to myself" You tell her, as she wipes the cum out of her eyes smiling.
"I love you Ben, I'm yours baby" Emma says lovingly, "As long as I remember I've dreamed of being with you, in this moment, I mean, my dream didn't have this much cum of course"
"Do you want a rag to wash yourself?" You offer her a towel, and she waves it off.
"I think I want to savor this moment for a little while longer, and everything that goes along with it" Emma says as she stands up and goes over to you, snuggling up against you, piss and cum covered, until you both fall asleep in each other's arms, living your dream life for at least one night, until it all returns to normal.
Or is this the new normal? |
Faust apologies for the delays in other stories, but Faust assures you he is working on them! Faust just had a strange, sudden burst of inspiration...Based on one of his favorite games!
Faust has tinkered with more than a few things, and Faust can assure you that the game is not the same as Faust's stories will be.....But, Faust hopes that it garners the eyes of at least a few. But, for now...Faust has other places he needs to visit, so Faust will leave you all with this! Faust hopes you enjoy~
And Faust does not own the rights or anything to Conception II. He just bought the game a lot of times.
[Conception II-Desperation to Save the World? Chapter 1]
It had been an...interesting morning. Faust woke up on a boat, Yuno and Youmu pacing around it with several other students, as he glanced at the back of his right hand.
"Hard to imagine..." he started quietly, closing his eyes. "This weird brand appeared on the back of our hands...And suddenly, we were pulled to the principal's office.."
They said it was some kind of brand, that only appeared on certain individuals. The 'Mark of the Star God.' And, to their surprise, anyone who was found to develop this brand was forcibly enrolled in 'The Academy.'
"And apparently, a boat is the only proper way to get to it..." Faust grumbled, starting out of his cabin, and moving out towards the deck of the boat.
"Morning, Faust." Yuno's voice called out, with a small chuckle. "If Faust had slept an hour longer, Yuno would have had to go wake him up, personally.."
"'Morning..'..." Faust uttered, glancing over the ocean...and seeing the boat coming into an island. "Are we..finally here?"
"Yuno thinks so!" the pinkette mused, grinning. "Yuno's been curious what kind of academy this is..."
"Ohhh..I just hope we get there soon.." Youmu's voice called, the girl lightly quivering as she moved to the front of the boat. "I've been...waiting all night, and...."
"Ahaha...Well..It doesn't look like it'll take too long." Faust assured, trying to avert his gaze politely.
"Yuno told Youmu she could use her bathroom instead.." the pinkette called, Youmu shaking her head.
"No, no...I'll be fine." Youmu's voice shakily called, lightly crossing her legs. "We're not too much further. I...I think I can handle it."
"I hope so.." Faust called, idly pacing around the boat some more...before eventually....
"Passengers! Please make sure you get off of the boat only in the designated area!" a voice over the PA called, as people started to gesture them out. "We wouldn't want anyone to fall in the water.."
Faust weighed the pros and cons of trying to dive into the water and swim back to his own home....And deemed his stamina far too insufficent given the time they had spent on a boat.
"I guess this'll just be my life now." Faust stated, starting off of the boat with the other students....and noticing Youmu quivering even more than before.
"Yuno's getting concerned about Youmu.." the pinkette called to the silverette, who lightly shook her head.
"I..I'm f..F..Fine." Youmu's voice stammered, staggering forward a bit. "I'll just..It's gotta be.."
"EEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!'
"Ah?! Who was.." Yuno's voice called, as Youmu and Faust's heads snapped to attention...and they darted in the direction of it.
"What the...What the hell is that?" Faust's voice called, seeing a pink haired girl with twintails...and what looked like a strange amalgomation of shadows.
"It's...a monster." Youmu's voice called, reaching into her bag..and pulling out something he had no idea she owned.
"W..wait, when did you own a Katana?" Faust called, as the girl stood up, her hand starting to draw the blade.
"I've always owned one." the silverette called, holding it up. "But, can't really swing it around in our town. With these monsters though...I see what Penny meant.."
"Ah..? Penny...?"
"Look, I'll explain later! Just..keep an eye on the girl." Youmu called, directing him towards the girl. "I...I don't know why, but I think i can take em.."
"O..okay." Faust called, watching the silverette slowly approach the shadowy monsters....and leaping into combat. His eyes had trouble keeping up with her own movements as she unleashed a flurry of strikes.....
And, while Faust helped the new girl to her feet and stood to guard her....Youmu was able to finally end things with a vertical slash between the monster's eyes.
"Phew...Are you okay?" Youmu called back to the girl, who nodded.
"Y..yes. Thank you two.." the girl called, shyly. "I...When I tried to fight them, my attacks didn't do anything..But, you just.."
"Ah...Let's just get to safety first. Exposition later." Faust interjected, as Yuno arrived on the scene. "We don't want to be late for our first day...."
"Oh...R...Right." the girl called, brushing the hair out of her eyes. "I'm Fuuko, by the way."
"I'm Faust." he introduced, pointing. "They're my friends Yuno, and Youmu."
"Nice to meet you.." Youmu called with a small wave, as Yuno paced over.
"Yuno was very impressed with that, Youmu!" the more familiar pinkette called, eyes sparkling a bit. "Yuno was worried, since you said you had to go so bad...But, you fought them off very well!"
Faust could see a Wince on Youmu's face, but it quickly passed.
"I...I just feel like I can handle it now.." Youmu called, gesturing. "N..Now come on. We have to...get to the academy soon..right?"
"Right.." Faust called, starting to head towards the large building in what he hoped was the center of the island...The group making small talk as they eventually came up on the school...an older woman with light purple hair in a bun, a tight shiny dress, and what Faust heard Yuno call 'Much too big breasts' under her breath.
"Hello..." the woman called, in an icy, stern tone. "You're all late...I Hope you have an explanation."
Faust winced a bit at the woman's cold gaze, noticing Youmu suddenly shudder wildly with her hands buried in her skirt.
"There was a monster.." Fuuko piped up quickly. "If...If Youmu here hadn't come to save.."
"A likely story.." The woman called in the same level tone, glancing over the shivering silverette. "Everyone knows the monsters can only be fought off by the most trained warriors...And those with a special.."
"N..No, it's true." Faust interjected. "We just heard Fuuko scream, and when we came to it, Youmu.."
"A...Awah....C..can we...Get into the school first?" Youmu whimpered, looking up at the woman. "I....I really..really need to.."
"You have one final test." The woman called, looking over the girl, and then to Faust. "We have to determine your capability to succeed in this academy. Which we do....via a special test."
"B..But I can't hold it anymore!" Youmu practically YELLED, the woman looking back at her...and then to Faust again.
"You say it was a monster.." the woman called, starting over to him and putting her...'assets', dangerously close to his face. "Was this monster physical, or..."
"I..Er..ah.." Faust flushed a bit, averting his eyes from the woman's bosom. "It was..weird. Kind of like..a bunch of shadows...Fused together. And then.."
"A..Ahh...Ahhhh!!!!"
Everyone's attention suddenly turned to Youmu, who'd face blushed bright red...as a few ps..Psssshhhhhhhes started to ring out, and the front of her skirt considerably dampened. Faust blushed deeply, the purple haired woman merely glaring coldly...As Youmu started to sink to her knees, a clear puddle starting to gusssssssssh through her garments, and pooling under her legs. Youmu panted, gasped, and whimpered softly...Shivering a bit.
"I see..." the woman called, looking over the puddle..and then back to Faust. "Well, I think I'll accept your excuse. But, we still need to test you all. Miss Youmu, I'm sorry, but there's no time for you to change until we get there. So, you'll have to deal with wet clothes."
"I..It's okay. I'm..kind of used to it." Youmu admitted sheepishly, as Fuuko helped her to her feet..and they followed the woman in an awkward silence. They passed through the halls, through a small area that resembled a shopping district....and, even a brilliant church.
'Wow, they really just wanted to have all their bases covered, didn't they?' Faust thought, before the woman finally turned back to them..Narrowly dodging Faust's face bouncing into her bosom.
"Alright, we're here." the woman called, opening the door. "Proceed through this hall, and we'll be able to begin your examinations.."
"O..okay." Faust called quietly, as the group quietly went through it...Coming up on a strange labratory with a brown haired woman with glasses.
"Ahh..You must be the last batch of students.." the woman called, pressing her glasses up. "I am Dr. Vahlen. Head of Research and development here. Though, we....."
"Stand down, Vahlen." The purple haired woman called, pacing by the group. "You can spare them the usual spiel. We've got something more...interesting to investigate."
"Chief Ruby.." the doctor called, before glancing at Youmu...and then at Faust. "Are you talking about....The accident she's had?"
"Yes.." the woman replied, prompting another blush from Youmu. "They said they combated a monster here...But.."
"Right..." Vahlen replied, tapping her clipboard. "Well, I presume you all know why you were all brought here.."
"No." Faust called flatly, the Doctor glaring at him...But then shaking her head.
"Well, the Brand on the back of your hands.." the Doctor called, slightly more terse. "Marks you as one chosen by the 'Star God.' Those under his blessing are able to generate what's called 'Star Energy.' in Females, and 'Ether' in Males. In Theory, combining the two would permit us to fight off the monsters that have been appearing from the various circles on this island."
"It's only a Theory though, given our batch of Subjects." Ruby called, letting out a sigh. "We have a ranking system for students based on their Star energy, and Ether count...But, we've rarely had anyone so much as above a B rank. An A rank is rarer....And above that is such a small margin.....Nevermind.. We'll discuss this after your tests."
"Ah...." Faust remarked, quietly. "So...What do we have to do?"
"Oh, there's nothing to it, really." The Doctor called, tapping her glasses. "We just need the girls over here...And the boys...Er..Boy, over here."
The woman gestured at some strange looking chairs...with what looked like a case that would come down on, and cover their heads. The boy was hesitant....But, watching the others take their seats....
"Alrighty.." Faust called nervously, as the cases covered his head. For a few moments, he felt his eyes closing...And the world around him seeming to shimmer, and explode in a sort of brilliant glow. Imagery filled his mind, of the girls he knew in the past....Of girls he'd never met before, and even women that looked like he'd see in the future. For a few passing minutes, he felt overwhelmed...before suddenly it all stopped....
And, when the case lifted off his head, he saw the silverette starting to stand up from her seat.
"Youmu Konpaku.." Ruby called, gesturing at Vahlen. "As suspected...She's definitely one we've been looking for. Her latent star energy's above an B Rank...Maybe even above an A rank.."
"Wh..what was all of tha.." Youmu's voice weakly called, with a light blush. "So much watery imagery..and..and.."
"It was a test.." Vahlen called, prompting Faust to look at the other girls. Legs started to cross over one another, hands lightly trembled...and he could see them quivering in their seats. He was certain that they hadn't any sort of urge beforehand, but...
"A..test..?" Youmu uttered, lightly. "It was.."
"Yes.." Vahlen interrupted again, tapping at her clipboard. "The part of the body that generates star energy in girls seems to be directly related to their bladders....So, in order to properly gauge your energy, we have to...agitate your bladder into feeling it's at it's full capacity."
"Y..you mean.." Youmu blushed, glancing down at her skirt.
"Relax, Konpaku." Ruby mused, with a small smile he hadn't expected. "It only simulates a full bladder. You didn't wet yourself again."
"But, that's because this is just a test." Vahlen called, going over her readings. "And, despite the two pools being related, it appears the size of the bladder doesn't matter when it comes to the quality of star energy. So, even though you have a much smaller bladder than the average girl, your star energy is far more potent..."
"D..don't say that so readily.." Youmu uttered in a meek tone, glancing over at him..and then the other girls. Fuuko was rocking back and forth in her seat quickly, while Yuno had both of her hands squeezing herself tightly. A few more agonizing moments passed, before the case lifted off of the twintailed pinkette.
"A..Ah..!! B..bathroom..!" Fuuko's voice quickly stammered out, as Ruby placed her hands on the girl's shoulders.
"You're fine." the woman called sternly, Fuuko's panicked expression..suddenly shifting, and pausing.
"O.Oh...So I am." The girl called, suddenly straightening her posture. "S...so..wh..what was that..?"
"Fascinating..." Vahlen called, tapping at another set of results. "Her control is a bit to be desired, but her own energy also has the same level of density and quality. Chief Ruby, we might be looking at another S rank.."
"Oh..? That's very good news.." the chief called, with a wider smile. "Two S ranks...Quite the haul from these delinquents. As soon as Yuno and Faust are done..."
"Erm...Did I do something wrong..?" Faust called, waving his hands at the two. Youmu Blushed deeply at this, the women looking at him with a quiet, judgemental stare.
"Chief Ruby..." the Doctor called, as Yuno WRITHED, Shuddered, and groaned LOUDLY, looking like she was in agony. Faust tried very hard to not glance at the girl as the women looked over him, and at their own computers...typing it out.
"He's..but boys are.."
"Have we ever.."
"And Ether's.."
"Umm..What's going on..?" Faust called out quietly, before seeing the pinkette lift up her skirt to her chest, bright pink panties covering her most personal area. A small bow could be seen just below the waistband, and before Faust could avert his gaze, a small shining spot could be seen forming on the crotch of them. The boy blushed brightly at this, before a loud explosion suddenly rang out...The case lifting off of Yuno, and the women looking at the two dumbfounded.
"Yuno's P...P..Pee..." The pinkette whimpered...before glancing around at the others, and blushing. She put her skirt down at this, and suddenly seeemd very interested in the tile floor as Ruby and Vahlen spoke among themselves.
"She actually.."
"But also.."
"You think..?"
"Erm...what are you going on ab.." Faust started, before the two suddenly turned back to them.
"Well, Miss Yuno is...no surprise at this point, An S rank for sure. Most girls reach their breaking point before actually inducing an accident, but it seems we've got someone who can push herself even further than the others.."
Yuno's face blushed redder than ever, refusing to meet anyone's gaze as the scientist moved over to Faust, kneeling over.
"And..as for Faustus...." the Doctor called, glancing back at her computers. "Well..Before I give you results...I should mention that the male's Ether count is...determined and generated by something else entirely. While the females energy is related to the bladder, the male's Ether is....Well, I don't suppose I should have to go into too much detail, given the general location of these parts."
It took the boy a bit to catch what she meant...before her gaze lowered to his waist. The boy blushed, glancing to the side.
"The Male's Ether count is usually related to the level of...enticement they manifest. This energy tends to escape the male through the various poes on the boy's skin, and creates a small 'Aura' around them. For most males, their ether count is about 50 or so, and is barely noticeable without close proximity. Kind of like a person's...'Musk', or scent. With a higher count, this can be physically seen, if willed strongly enough. It takes about Five times the normal ether count to manifest it conciously...Which is something we've only had once before."
"I...I see.." Faust called, weakly. "And...Is it just..a glow..?"
"No." The Doctor called, standing back up. "The presence of a male's ether can meld with a girl's Star Energy, in order to create a special energy that is used to counteract the powers of Monsters. Without one component or the other, attacks will simply pass through the monster's shadowy bodies...And, the monster will be unharmed. In order to counteract this, we had to develop weapons for our soliders to use that can meld with their own energies. Ether-simulators for Girls, and Star energy augmentors for males. However, we've had....unsatisfactory results in a cost to benefit ratio..."
"A..Ah.." Faust called, feeling more than a bit overwhelmed. "So...It's hard to really fight back, as it is? Is it the lack of Ether, or Star energy?"
"It's the quality that's in question." the Doctor expositioned some more, waving a hand. "We can create some Ether, and Star energy..But, it's very finite. Like a battery, that needs changing every so often. And, even with this...We can't go into the monster's hideout."
"Why not?" Fuuko chimed in, the woman pausing..as the Chief moved over.
"Because the monster's own energy cannibalizes Ether, and star energy...When they're seperate." the Chief called. "With low-quality weapons, ether, and Star energy....We can barely even fight the monsters on the surface. A male without their star energy, or a girl with drained ether faces a great risk. And, since the majority of our students don't have the quantity nor quality of energy to fight...Our few A ranks and such are left to be used like batteries. Stimulating the Star energy or Ether, and then displacing it into our devices. A....tough thing to ask of students.."
"So...you make them hold it in for long periods of time.." Youmu started, blushing a bit. "And then...extract the energy when they're so desperate they can't handle it...So you can use it to fuel weapons to fight off monsters?"
"More to less." Ruby mused, with a small grin. "However...With the latest batch of students we've obtained..We've seriously amped up the quality of students to draw energy from. And...Well, Doctor..."
The brown haired woman pressed up her glasses at this, moving back towards Faust with a small grin.
"We have discovered something..most interesting." the woman called, gesturing at Faust. "You see, the male's test...While being meant to stimulate the male's capacity...Also takes much longer than the girl's, because of the mind having to regulate how much energy is...expelled. Usually, the image training will stretch you to your limits, and see how long it can keep you there...Until you're writhing much like Gasai and the others were."
A small medley of blushes filled the room, as Vahlen leaned down close to him.
"However...Your case was..exceptional." The woman mused, a scary twinkle in her eyes. "The device was unable to measure your capacity...And broke trying to invoke this. As if you were filling a water balloon, and it burst."
"It...wait...what?"
"She means, it was trying to gauge your Ether count, but you had too much." Ruby shortened, with a smile. "The highest number we had this calibrated for is 1500....So, with your Ether count exceeding that...."
"We can develop a whole new sort of study on what ether and Star energy can do." Vahlen completed, with a glee. "Perhaps, with your considerably exceptional quantity of Ether, and our A and S ranks quality of Star energy...We may even be able to..."
"To...what..?" Faust stated, as the Doctor turned again, looking rather peeved at being interrupted..but then shaking her head.
"We may be able to fight back against the monsters." She mused, with a wag of her finger. "You've seen the effects, haven't you? Allowing your friend to endure her bladder for a time, and combat the monsters. Didn't you find it odd?"
"A...A bit.." Faust replied sheepishly, thinking back to Youmu cutting through the monster.
"That was because your body was generating Ether, even then." The woman mused, lightly booping his nose with her finger. "And, given your friend was holding a lot of liquid...Her own star energy was stimulated by your Ether...And, she could fight them. And, if that is what happened, with Miss Yuno's quality of control with her own energy...Coupled with Miss Fuuko's own density... We'll have lots of examples to mesh with your Ether to produce effects! We may be able to save this world yet!"
"Wait..So, you're saying the fate of the world is dependent on us fighting back these monsters?" Faust snapped, lightly. "Is..Is that why we got forcibly enrolled?!"
"Yes." Ruby answered bluntly, waving her hand. "You were all chosen by the Star god for some reason..And, as we see here...It seems to be because of your talents. With all of you...We'll be able to work on things immediately...."
"Don't think that'll get you out of lessons though." The Doctor called, with a chuckle. "You still will have classes and such, between tests. We'll have to message you when we go to fight off the monsters. But, don't worry, we've provided a nice lodging for you all to reside in, as is custom."
"Oh..that's neat." Yuno replied lightly, as Vahlen looked more than a touch enthused.
"Mm. We'll tend to just about any need you will all have." Ruby called, with a small grin. "Food, water, recreation, the like. You will just all have to co-operate when it comes to fighting off monsters, and the like."
"Do we really have a choice?" Faust deadpanned, lightly shaking his head. "We'll do it, of course. I mean, what's the worst you could have us do?"
"That's the spirit." Ruby mused, pulling out a phone, and flipping it open. "Head Priest? Yeah, we've got a situation you'll want to be aware of. Some new students with..a lot of potential."
Faust couldn't hear anything on the other end, as he heard the woman chuckling.
"Ohh, you'll be surprised." The woman mused, closing her phone. "Now, speaking of...Miss Youmu, Miss Fuuko, you two will be escorted to your dorms now."
"A..Ah..okay.." Fuuko called, lightly fidgeting.
"A..Ah..What about Yuno and Faust?" Youmu asked, the woman brushing her question aside.
"They have something else to do." Ruby mused, pushing them out. "Vahlen, if you please.."
"Yes, Chief Ruby." Vahlen called, gesturing at the two to stand up. "Now...If you'll follow me, I'll be taking you to our church."
"What are we going to do at the church?" Yuno asked, the woman chuckling a bit...As she walked.
"Ohhh, just a little ritual we want to test." the Scientist called, as they paced through the area....And, came face to face with an older man.
"Ah..Are these two the subjects that sparked interest?" the man called, Vahlen nodding.
"Yes." she stated, with a small smile. "These two are part of our latest batch..and they're of high quality. We're almost positive we'll have better results this time."
"Oh, I hope so." The priest called, lightly. "The last few sessions of Classmating have not bore any fruit, but maybe...."
"Class WHAT-ing?!"
[Conception II, Desperation to save the world? Chapter 1, End] |
[Chapter 2: Classmating]
"Yes, Mister Faust. Is that a problem..?" Vahlen stated, turning to the boy who was now blushing bright red.
"It's...I mean...What are.." Faust stammered, searching for the words, turning to the pinkette who was back to staring at the ground.
"Yu..Yuno isn't.." the girl stammered, blushing. "She..and Faust.."
"Oh, it's nothing that inapprorpiate." the Priest called, moving over. "It is a sacred ritual, that uses the bond between two students...And, combines their energies in the hopes of concieving a being of pure wonder and joy...A star Child."
The two blushed even deeper at this, as if getting 'The talk.'
"It's really quite simple, I assure you." Vahlen called, pushing up her glasses. "The female will partake of the church's holy waters...And, the male shall await in the middle of the church. The two are to then spend an extended period of time with one another...Until the female can hold out no longer, and the Male administers physical contact.....Allowing the two's energies to combine and...With the right circumstances, create a being that will be able to combat the monsters that are plaguing our world.."
"I...I see.." Faust replied, blushing lightly. "So..I just gotta wait in the church...And then..Touch Yuno, before she..She.."
"Yes." Vahlen cut off, gesturing at the girl. "Your own bonds, and emotional ties will see to your excessive Ether, and her own Star energy that can...In theory, create a star Child. If our readings were correct."
"And....What if..Yuno can't.." the pinkette called, still flushing. "What if..Yuno just...holds it..and can't produce a.."
"Ohh, you'll find the holy Waters a most potent Diuretic.." Vahlen called with a grin, turning to the priest. "Escort Faust to his position..I will see to Yuno for this part."
"Yes...That would be most appropriate." the Priest called, starting to walk slowly. "Come..chosen one. Let us pray for the birth of a star Child...And proof that you are the blessing we seek.."
"B..but I.." Faust started, still blushing as he reluctantly submitted, heading into the church. The older male pointed at the middle circle, a brilliant light shimmering....Filling the area with a small glow.
"There...." He stated, pointing. "You shall wait in the circle for the girl. I recommend you get used to this sight...For you shall be visiting it often."
"A..Ah..you don't say.." Faust stammered back, moving to kneel down. "So..I just have to.."
"Yes.." The priest called, nodding. "You will need to initiate some sort of contact. Be it touching her hand, her side...Or some other part of.."
"A..Ah..." Faust started, shaking his head. "And...then just...wait..?"
"Well..They say thinking of the girl that you are with helps." the Priest called, with a grin. "Though..Be wary that you don't release your ether all over yourself, Faust."
Faust blushed again, shaking his head.
"I'll..be careful." Faust called, as the lights started to dim...And, another figure could be seen coming into the room.
"Ah..and so she arrives.." the priest called, backing up. "You two...have fun. I shall prepare the dolls.."
Faust paused at this, before watching the pinkette slowly walk forth...Her legs tensing up as she walked.
"So...Yuno's..." the girl called, quietly. "Yuno's...going to..try this thing.."
"Ah..Yeah.." Faust started, averting his gaze...As the girl started to kneel down.
"And...Yuno just...Doesn't want Faust to..Think she is...a weird girl for this.."
"Yuno..." Faust stated quietly...shaking his head. "The whole situation is weird...but, that's not a..bad thing. Let's just..go with it, okay?"
A shiver went through the pinkette, as she shifted from side to side.
"Yuno...is going to go, alright." she uttered, blushing. "The Doctor wasn't..kidding about how..Much it would make Yuno.."
"It'll be fine.." Faust called, giving her a small nod. "Just..kneel down, and..we'll see if this is all they hyped it up to be.."
"Mmmn.." the girl uttered, leaning over to the boy. "Will you..Hold Yuno's hand as she..does it?"
"A..Ah..." Faust started...before nodding, and entwining his hand with hers. "Yes..."
A small squeeze of her palm...And he could feel her body relaxing. A small gasp....And then...
Psh...pssssssssssssssshhhhh
"O...Ohhhnn..Ohhh...It's...so warm..." Yuno mused, leaning into Faust. "Yuno....Yuno's....She's..."
A few long moments passed, as Faust felt the girl relaxing...listening to her personal flood picking up speed....Before starting to taper off. He felt a strange warmth too coming from the girl...
Before the lights started to come on.
"O..Oh Goodness, this is unprecedented." Vahlen's voice called, as Faust turned, the Doctor looking over something. Faust's eyes turned back to Yuno, seeing a sizable stain on her skirt...As they stood up.
"What is..?" Faust called back, starting over with Yuno..As she and the Priest stood with an awe-struck face.
"They...They actually did it." the Priest called, Faust glancing down at a doll..As it shook, and started to open up. Rather than a small animal though, there was a small child-like figure...Looking like a chibi anime kid.
"Nice to meetcha!" the kid piped up, waving at the group...Before two more appeared behind him with warm smiles.
"Not only was the conception successful, but triplets.." Vahlen called, tapping at a clipboard. "Truly...We have encountered something special.."
"T..Triplets?" Yuno called with a blush, glancing over to see the small chibis, who looked at her with warm smiles. Each one with bright pink hair, even if they held different tools.
"Yeah.." Faust called lightly, looking over the group...As he glanced up. "So...They're gonna help us fight?"
"Yes." Vahlen called, lightly. "These, Star Children, can fight the monsters with no trouble..And, they are easily replenished with Star Energy. So, not only do they grow with you, they won't die either."
"Ah....That's a relief." Faust replied with a smile, as the scientist moved over.
"You'll be seeing a lot of them this year...." The scientist called, with a teasing smile. "And you'll be making many more. So, I hope you're feeling energetic, Faust."
A blush creeped back to his Face, as the Priest turned.
"We will watch over them, until you are to go into the Labyrinths." he called, with a small nod. "We thank you for giving us Hope...Faust. And S-rank Yuno.."
"N..No problem.." Faust called, sheepishly, as the girl bowed.
"I..It's all our honor." Yuno called back with a bow..as the Doctor nodded.
"I'll be taking you two to your dorm now.." The woman called, gesturing. "Follow me..And you can do introductions."
"Alright.." Faust called, glancing to the pinkette with a small smile. "Gonna give me my hand back?"
"Ah..right." Yuno stammered, letting go. "That was..nice, Faust."
"Mm.I could get used to this." Faust added, as they followed the woman past the dorms.
There was a multitude of buildings...All looking increasingly extravagant.
"These are the dorms for D ranks..C ranks..and B ranks." Vahlen called in turn, gesturing. "We test every so often to see if someone's grown..and become worthy of the higher grades. After all, part of this school nurtures what makes you all..Special."
"I see.." Faust started, as they came up to a brilliant mansion-like building..the woman gesturing.
"That is the A-Rank dorms." Vahlen called, with a smile. "We have a few people in those....Though, while they're promising..There's still room for development....And then.."
The woman lead the two further some more, leading them to a brilliant looking building...That was noticeably smaller. As she started in though, she turned back with a wave.
"We've only had 3 or four S ranks before today....." The woman stated, with a smile. "But..Now, we have nearly doubled that number. We'll have to get some expansions. Oh, but I must warn you....."
"Yes..?" Faust called to attention, the woman leaning down to stare him in the eyes.
"You are the only S rank Male, Faust." She called, sternly. "And, as I'm sure hormones are powerful...But, Keep your conception to star children, thank you."
A fierce blush, as the woman adjusted her glasses.
"Good." she mused, waving her hand. "Now..you can all go greet each other, and pick out your rooms. Do try to keep a good profile for your first day tommorow.."
"R..right.." Faust stated, as the pinektte averted her gaze.
"R.r..right."
The two wandered into the rooms, glancing over the building with with wonderous eyes. It was a smaller building, but no less pristine....
A medley of rooms, a Laundry room, A kitchen with fully-stocked shelves and fridges....
It was quite a nice place to see. Though...
"Yuno..wonders why there's only one bathroom.." the pinkette called, as they glanced in. It was still noticeably larger than the usual one..But..
"Probably to..stimulate the star energy." Faust called lightly, as he walked around. "Though, maybe.."
A sentence not quite finished, as he heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Ah..! They're here!" a girl's voice called, prompting Faust to turn..Seeing the pink haired twintails girl...And, a lime haired girl with a petite figure. "Youmu, Wynn, come on over here!"
Faust glanced over with slightly wide eyes as he glanced over..Seeing a girl with forest green hair in a ponytail...And, a familiar face.
"Ah..! You're back!" Youmu mused, with a wave. "What did you two do?"
"Ah...Well.." Faust blushed, as the lime haired girl tugged them out.
"C'mon, C'mon, Let's introduce each other!" She called, clearly the perky one of the group. "My name's Ellie! I got here a month or so ago! I'm an S-rank, like you!"
"Come on Ellie, give em some space." the forest haired girl chided, waving her hand. "I'm Wynn, by the way. It's a lot to take in, I'm sure.."
"Ah..But they're new! I just...I can't contain my excitement of meeting em!" Ellie called, waving.
"My name's Faust." the boy called, bowing a bit. "I just got here, but..It certainly seems interesting."
"A..and Yuno's...Yuno." The girl mused, still blushing at the thoughts. "She's.."
"Ahh, don't worry about it." Ellie called, waving. "It is a bit of a weird situation...but, nothing we can't overcome! Just..the thought of being an S-rank...and being able to save the world...It's pretty surreal, yeah?"
"A...bit." Faust called, stretching a bit..and yawning slightly. "I..Oof..It's been a bit of a long day.."
"Yeah..I heard you two tried the classmating thing." Ellie chimed, prompting the boy to glow bright red with Yuno.
"A..Awah?! Where did you hear that?!"
"Ohhh, it was just an educated guess." Ellie mused, giggling. "Though..I guess I hit the hammer on the head. I haven't had the process happen yet..Is it tough?"
"W..well..Um.." Yuno stammered, as Wynn moved over with a wave.
"Come on, don't interrogate them right away.." Wynn stated, the voice of reason. "Give em a day to recover, then ask them."
"Awww..Alright." Ellie called, with a wave. "Let me know if you need anything, okay? I'll help you out!"
"Alright." Faust stated, as the group slightly dispersed...and Faust let out a sigh of relief.
"So..are we getting settled in?" Faust called, as Youmu and Yuno nodded.
"Yeah..." Youmu called, with a nod. "I've still got a lot of unpacking to do..."
"Same.." Yuno mused, yawning a bit. "Yuno..will see Faust tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow Yuno. Youmu." Faust called, bowing in turn. "Let's..make the most of this situation, okay?"
A small blush for Yuno...and then, the group parted..Faust going to a room to unpack.
'This place is really strange..' Faust thought, thinking of the Testing, the Monsters, the...Classmating thing, and the idea of having to endure watching them writhing in agony in full bladder desperation so they could manage star energy.... It was...a weird world..
"But..Not something I really mind." Faust mused with a grin, laying down in his bed. "This...Could be kind of fun."
[Chapter 2: Classmating End] |
Hello friends,
this is actually my first post ever on this site. I was recently inspired to write a fanfic about my favorite game, Overwatch. I think it came out pretty well, so I figured I'd share it here. A few notes:
- I'm uploading from mobile, so the formatting might not be great. Sorry.
- This story is set in the waning days of Overwatch, but before the events in the game. The organization hasn't collapsed yet.
- All characters and other intellectual property features in this story belongs to Blizzard Entertainment. Anyone who posts this story elsewhere is doing so without my consent.
- I switch back and forth between Tracer and Mercy's points of view. All of the switches are marked, please be mindful of that.
- any feedback is greatly appreciated. I pride myself on writing well and I would love to hear how this is received
Enjoy!
POV: Tracer
Oi, I have no idea how I keep ending up in these predicaments. I’m sitting here on the jet, going back to Gibraltar. The mission was bonkers and nearly killed us all, but we got it done like we always do. Me, Winston, Mei, Jack, Zarya ‘n Mercy took out some rogue bastion units over in South Africa, saved the village and looked like the big ole heroes we are. That's us, your friendly neighborhood Overwatch saving the day and lookin’ fab doing it. Tough for me to enjoy it right now though, I'm positively dying here.
“Tracer, are you ok?” I snapped up to see Mercy standing over me. Dr. Angela Ziegler was her full name, she's our resident medic and she seemed worried. “You haven’t looked up once the whole flight! Normally it’s all we can do to keep you quiet. Is something wrong?” Ah, good ole momma Mercy, always concerned for her teammates. I didn’t notice how I’d been sitting, my legs were crossed tightly and I’d been staring at the floor the whole time. “Just peachy, love!” I replied, trying to sound cheery to cover my lie. It was embarrassing, I’m strong enough that I shouldn’t let myself look so miserable. I did my best to sit up straight and smile, but it really did hurt.
“Are you sure, Lena? You’ve been twisted in a knot since we left.” Dr. Ziggy was persistent, I’ll give her that. “And look! You’re shaking! Are you injured?” Bollocks, I hadn’t noticed my leg. It was shaking up and down like you wouldn't believe. Could I just tell her the truth? Mercy is understanding and all but I don’t want her to think I’m a weak little kid! “I’m doing just g-great, love, I swear. A tad cold in ‘ere, innit?” I brought my arms to my chest and feigned a shiver. Mercy backed up a bit and smiled. She really did look like an angel. Pearly skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, even a halo and cute little wings on her suit. “Maybe a little. I’ll go ask Winston to turn down the AC." With that, she turned and glided to the front of the ship. Thank god, she bought it!
As soon as she walked away I dropped the smile and shot my hands between my legs, doubling over and squirming in pain. I swear I’ve never needed a wee so much in my whole life! I know heroes are supposed to hold it 'n all that but bloody hell this hurts! Who designs a jet without a loo, anyways? I cross my legs and shift in my chair. It's so hard to sit here; if I'm square on my bum I'm sure I'll just pee in my pants. Can't keep this up much longer, that's for sure. How far away could we really be, anyways? “WINSTON, LOVE!” I yell from my seat “’OW MUCH LONGER TIL WE’RE AT GIBRALTAR?”
“Uh… maybe an hour? Hour and a half?” The gorilla replied, between bites of banana. My heart sank, I couldn’t believe it. There’s no way I could make it that long. I have to try though, the jet’s not gonna stop just so I can have a tinkle now is it? “…thanks, love!” I reply, trying to hide my fear. I’ve had to pee for so long, I can’t even believe it. This whole time I’ve been bursting for a wee and I really don’t think I can hold it in much longer. Tears started to well up but I fought ‘em back. Like Mercy always says, heroes never cry!
Eight hours ago I was on my way to the loo when I got stopped by Jack, commander of this whole operation. “Tracer, I need you for this” said the boss. Of course, I had to give him my full attention, but I was quite annoyed because at that point I badly needed to pee. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Compared to now that’s not even a tingle. I crossed my legs and gave him a salute and a “yes, captain!” He said “People are in grave danger in South Africa. Come with me, we need to go right now before anyone else loses their life!” I really really wish he had let me use the toilet before we left, but there’s no convincing Morrison once he’s made up his mind. Eight hours ago I thought I was about to wee in my pants. I shifted in my seat again. It’s a miracle I’ve even made it this long, really. I sat back up straight when I saw Mercy heading back towards me. No way could I let her know I was this desperate, I had to be strong.
“Is that better, Lena?” Dr. Ziegler asked with a smile. “M-much, love. Thanks.” I crossed my legs again, faking another smile. My bladder felt like an oil tanker filled to the brim. Whenever I even shifted I could feel it sloshing around. So badly did I want to cry, but I hadda be strong. “You still look uncomfortable, but you’re probably just sick of me asking aren’t you?” Mercy laughed a bit, and I gave her another smile. “Maybe just a tad bit, doc.” I said with a wink. I didn’t dare laugh; my poor bladder couldn’t handle that. Just gonna have to do me best to stay dry, no matter what. But oh man was I ever desperate for a pee.
POV: Mercy
I still think something’s wrong with Lena, but she won’t tell me. No matter, if it were really that bad she would say something. When I took my seat next to her, I could feel her shaking. The poor girl looked intensely focused, staring straight ahead. Her legs were crossed and bouncing up and down and she was leaning forward. This pose looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it.
Just then, we hit a bit of turbulence. Jostled in our seats, I heard Tracer gasp and I looked over at her. She had her hands over her crotch and her eyes closed tight, looking like she was about to cry. Finally, it dawned on me. Tracer needed to pee! It was a bit curious that the jets had no bathrooms, and it irked me too. I myself had been in the same position as her many times, trying desperately to hold it for the whole ride. One time I almost lost control, I was in pain for the entire time. That’s a story for another day, though.
I looked away before she opened her eyes; I know she wanted to keep this secret. It’s embarrassing to admit it, and I doubt Jack would stop just so she could relieve herself. Poor Tracer was just gonna have to hold it. She’s as strong as they come, but the bladder has a certain physical limit. I hoped it wasn’t too bad for her, but I suspected it was. She’s clearly trying to be subtle about it, but she’s so animated that it’s quite obvious now that I think of it.
Tracer
Ohhhh god, oh god, that bump almost did me in! I hope nobody saw me grab myself! There was nothing else I could do. It felt like I was made entirely of wee at this point. If you stabbed me, I swear that piss would’ve come out instead of blood. I’ve never been in so much pain in my whole life. For the first time ever, I was afraid to stand up. I’m certain I’d pee everywhere if I did. I brought my foot up and sat on my heel for a bit. Anything I could do to ease the pressure, I tried. It was so hard, nothing seemed to help. I never thought I’d die like this, drowning in my own urine.
By now I was crying, I couldn’t help it. Rocking back and forth in my seat, what a sight I must’ve been. We had maybe forty-five minutes left until we got there, but I was already at my limit. I brought my leg back down and shoved my hands back up against my crotch, trying to hold my wee in with all my might. I was sobbing at this point, it hurt so badly. Everything below my waist felt like it was on fire. Truly, I was desperate for a pee. I would’ve done anything just to get to a loo.
“Tracer, I think I can see what’s wrong.” Oh bollocks! I forgot about Mercy! I took my hands away as quick as I could, but I had to squirm to avoid weeing. “N-nothing’s wrong, love! I’m j-just a little o-on edge is a-ohhhhh.” I doubled over, I couldn’t do this anymore. The sound of my tears hitting the floor only made me want to pee even more. This was absolute torture, worse than anything Talon would ever do to me.
Mercy
I felt so bad for her. She was clearly about to have an accident. I put my arm around her and spoke softly. “Lena, dear, you’re crying.” I wiped her tears away with my free hand. She was shaking so violently you’d think she was being electrocuted. “N-no I’m not, love. Just got sumthin in my-ohhh, in my eyes.” This is what I love about Tracer. She’s about as brave as anybody I’ve ever met, and I’ve met some brave people. The poor girl was too proud to admit it to me.
“Listen to me,” I said firmly but quietly, “I know what you’re going through. You need to use the bathroom, don’t you?” Tracer gave me a shocked look. Her wide eyes glistened from her tears. Desperation exposed, she put her hands back between her legs. “I-I do, Ang. I need to wee like you wouldn’t believe.” I pulled her in, she cried softly into my chest. “How did you ever get to this point?” I asked her. She turned her head so she could talk, still holding herself and moving her legs like her life depended on it.
“I r-really needed the loo earlier, I ‘ad been holding it since breakfast. I was just about at the door when C-commander Morrison stopped me. I tried to convince ‘im to gimme just a minute, but ‘e said that l-l-lives were at stake. I didn’t ‘ave time, I j-just ‘ad to ‘old it. You remember ‘ow tough those b-bastions were. Not like I c-could take a tinkle in the middle of the battle. When it was over I couldn’t find any loos, and ‘e was rushing us back on the ship.”
Classic Jack, he was always in a rush. He probably had no idea what the girl was going through. I must say, I’m a bit impressed at how long Tracer’s been holding it. It wasn’t until two hours after breakfast that we even got the mission. “Lena, that’s horrible. You must be about to explode.” Tracer put her head back into my chest and nodded. “Dr. Ziggy,” she began “are you sure there’s not a hidden bathroom on ‘ere or something? Anything, I need to go. I NEED to go.”
I frowned. “I’m sorry dear, there’s no toilet on here.” Even though she knew that, it still had to hurt to hear. She started to cry again. “Are you sure you can’t hold it? We only have maybe forty minutes to go.” She shook her head, still holding herself tightly. “I’m positive, I can’t even ‘old it five more minutes. I’ve been ‘olding it for ten hours now. It ‘urts so bad, I’m about to wee all over myself. Please, please ‘elp me. Can’t you do something with your staff to make it go away? I’m completely desperate; I swear I’ve never been in so much pain before. I really need to wee, please!”
Poor Tracer was sobbing and holding herself like a little kid. Knowing how brave she really is, she must truly be at her limit. I only wish there was some way my staff could empty her bladder for her. “I can only heal your wounds, I’m sorry.” I glanced at the back of the jet, it was empty. Mei was in the front, asleep in her seat. Winston was navigating, and Jack was intensely focused on piloting. Zarya was doing biceps curls, as usual. I had an idea. In the back was a metal garbage can. A bit out of place perhaps, but it would have to do. Crude as it may be, this is the girl’s only chance.
Tracer
“Lena, sweetie, come with me. Can you stand?” I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I feel like I’m gonna burst.” Mercy frowned at me, she said “Look, we don’t have much time. You have to stand up and come with me or else you’re going to have an accident. Come on, I know you can do it!” She was right, it was my only chance. I had no idea what she was intending to do but it had to be better than sitting there and weeing all over the seat.
I went to stand up, slowly. Every motion made me feel like my bladder was gonna fall out right there. “Oh..oh.. it ‘urts so bad.” Sobbing, I managed to get to my feet. I couldn’t stand up straight, I was almost doubled over. “I know it does sweetie" Mercy reassured me, "You need to follow me now. I’m going to unzip your jacket as we go, is that ok?” I nodded my head. We walked slowly as she gently undid my zipper. Each step I took felt like it would cause me to lose it. Every fiber of my being was dedicated to keeping my pee inside. My tummy was out now, and you could clearly see my bladder bulging through my leggings. We stopped just short of the trash can in the back.
“Tracer, you’re going to relieve yourself in this trash can. Hurry, while you still can!” Ewww, I never want to stick my butt onto something gross like that! I replied, “Are you mad? That’s disgusting!” Angela gave me a stern look. “It’s either the can or your pants” said the doctor. I really didn’t want to do it, but my mind was made up when the plane shifted a bit more. I felt a drop leak out, I was starting to pee! “Ok ok, I’ll do it" I conceded. Frantically, I started to pull down my pants. Oh why do they have to be so tight?
“Angela, I’m starting to lose it!” I wasn’t lying, my pants were only halfway down when I felt my wee come to the very edge. Just in the nick of time I had room, and I sat on the can. I let loose at long last. “Ohhhhh… thank you Dr. Ziggy….Thank you” I moaned in pleasure, letting out hours and hours worth of pee. Splashing echoed from inside the can as I peed like a fire hose. Thirty seconds in I still felt my bladder hurting, god there was a lot of wee. It took about three minutes for it all to come out, and the trash can was about half full.
Still weeing, I asked Mercy “So, what are we gonna do with all this wee?” Mercy chuckled, “Don’t worry about it, Lena. We’ll just dump it out when we land. Nobody has to know.” I smiled for real, for the first time in a long time as I finished. I didn’t even bother to wipe or pull my pants back up. I reached out and grabbed Mercy, pulling her close to me and giving her the biggest hug I could. “Thank you so much, love! I never would’ve made it without you! I owe you one big time!” I grabbed her face and kissed her on the mouth. I’m sure it won’t be too hard to find a way to return the favor. |
Anne of Browndale Chapter 2 – A friendship renewed
(I have shared this story elsewhere but if you've not already come across it I hope you'll enjoy it. Although it forms part of a series of stories which can be read as entirely separate ones, it's effectively a sequel to Monday's Pleasure. Just a word of warning. It contain's #2 and the build up to it so if that's not your thing you may prefer to pass it by.)
It was twenty past eleven on a Sunday morning. Anne closed the churchyard gate behind her, content that whatever people thought of her, she’d at least done her duty. Being the rector’s wife wasn’t easy, particularly when people didn’t take to her and were quick to judge, something she’d found out on arriving in Browndale. Her cheery if optimistic “See you later” to the Major’s wife as they’d left church had met with the muttered rejoinder “Not if I can help it!”
Still she’d borne people’s unfriendliness with a good grace and at least shown willing by serving for Archie at the Sung Eucharist. As she filled the cruets in the vestry before the service and tied the girdle to her alb, Archie had come over and whispered:
“Anne, you haven’t been, have you?”
Whatever answer she gave he knew her well enough to know that she’d not ‘been’ – in fact she hadn’t ‘been’ since Thursday. Earlier that morning as they lay in the stillness of their rectory bedroom she’d cut one of those silent but ever so deadly ‘egg sandwich’ farts which had sent Archie dashing to frantically open the window and get dressed. He’d had to take the eight ‘o clock at Willingham Parva and needed to get a move on but Anne’s 6.53am SBD hadn’t exactly been the alarm call he’d wished for. Radio 4 news when the wireless was programmed to come on at seven would have done just fine, thank you. He’d not said a word of reproach but the expression on his face left her in little doubt that he didn’t approve. At least his nose told him from experience that nothing worse than foul air lurked beneath the duvet.
Four and a half hours had passed since then. At least she’d managed to not fart in church, but Anne sensed an increasing fullness in her back passage and knew the “turtle’s head” wasn’t far from emerging. She needed to pee too, having not emptied her bladder for thirteen hours. That wasn’t a personal record by any means and she was used to long holds but there were limits. Doubtful whether she’d make it back to the rectory, Anne headed to some woods just outside the village which were owned by Major and Mrs Hancock. For once she’d have a “country ‘un” – a pleasure she’d rarely been able indulge since her youth, so happily spent in the Norfolk countryside.
Deftly negotiating a stile, Anne made her way into the woods and, twigs crackling beneath her feet, quickly found a clearing. She was ‘touching cloth’ by now and realised that if she didn’t deal with matters quickly she’d shit herself. Needing to poo that bad was the greatest feeling in the world and she longed to savour it but could tell from the sensations ‘down below’ that time wasn’t on her side. Her distended bladder ached too and there was little doubt that it had almost reached its limit.
Having successfully unbuttoned her jeans, Anne discovered that the zip was causing her some trouble, and she knew it served her right for buying cheap jeans. As she struggled with the zip, Anne felt a large spurt of pee escape from her pussy, splashing into her panties. Quickly she stemmed the flow, clamping her well trained sphincter muscles. If she could avoid complete disaster so much the better. Eventually freeing her zip, Anne froze as she felt a turd easing its way out of her bottom into the seat of her panties. Dropping her jeans and easing her panties down, Anne squatted and just gave way to the inevitable. Pee cascaded out of her pussy landing on the woodland floor and splashing her shoes in the process. After a minute of joyous, full throttle peeing, her stream subsided to a trickle before eventually stopping. Now for the serious business. Cutting one of those wonderful eggy farts (she’d not been nicknamed ‘eggy’ in a previous life for nothing) Anne head a familiar crackling noise as a large turd snaked its way out of her bottom and landed on the woodland floor. Another one followed – and another. A couple more farts then followed and finally, two more large turds dropped out. It felt absolutely amazing. Some things were well worth waiting for and this certainly was.
Extracting some tissue paper from her jeans pocket – she always carried some – Anne wiped her pussy and then her bottom. Not very successfully but at least it was an attempt! Surveying the damage to her panties she decided that they were beyond saving and gingerly removed them. If Major Hancock’s wife decided to walk through the woods she’d find a souvenir. At least her jeans would live to see another day if nothing else. So absorbed was she in sorting herself out, that Anne didn’t hear footsteps and was startled when a voice rang out which she knew well but hadn’t heard for many years.
“Well if it isn’t …what a blast from the past!”
Anne looked up and smiling down at her was Sarah Worthington, an old friend from her nursing days on the Urology unit in Newcastle. It took her a few seconds to get over the shock and regain her composure.
“Sarah. Well I never. This is a surprise. Fancy seeing you here. Look, I’m terribly sorry. I was just...”
“Having a shit?”
“Sarah, I can’t apologise enough. Anyhow, what brings you here?”
“Well I’ve just moved into the village as it happens. I’m in Washtub Cottage on Honeysuckle Lane. Still living out of packing cases a bit but I’m gradually getting there. Anyway, what brings you here, Anne?”
“I’m the rector’s wife.”
“You mean you married Archie? I knew you were dating him when he was curate at St Wilfrid’s but I never really thought…”
“I’d marry him? Yes and we’re pretty happy as happy goes. People in this village really don’t like me and Sundays can be rather lonely as he’s out all day either taking services or hospital visiting.”
Sarah pulled a face.
“Doesn’t sound like much cop to me. Look, why don’t you pop home, have a shower, pop some clean clothes on and come over to Washtub Cottage for lunch? One o’clock okay?”
“Sarah, that’s very kind. Are you sure you don’t mind?”
Sarah laughed.
“Mind! Why should I mind? I’m just over the moon to have found a friend in this place. It’s a pretty enough village but the people are as cold as charity. It must be twenty years since Newcastle at least if not more.”
“It must be, Sarah. I know old Major was still in Downing Street at the time. Can’t remember whether it was before or after Edwina though.”
“You mean the curried eggs episode?”
“I don’t know about curried eggs. I cut Archie an egg sandwich under the duvet this morning and you should have seen him sprint out of bed, eyes watering and gasping for air.”
Sarah roared with laughter, losing the battle to control her mirth.
“Anne you don’t change do you? Oops I think I’ve wet my panties a little. I am a naughty girl aren’t I? Anyhow, I’ll see you at one o’clock sharp. Don’t be late!”
Later on.
“Well this is a pleasure! Do come in.”
Sarah beamed brightly as she embraced her old friend – now showered, changed and smelling of roses.
“Anne, I’m afraid it’s nothing special – only a beef casserole, some vegetables and bottle of merlot that needs using up. If you’re still hungry afterwards there’s some cheese in the fridge. Take a seat. I’m afraid the house isn’t very elegant just now but I’ll get straight eventually.”
Anne smiled broadly.
“It sounds like a feast fit for a king and knowing you I’m sure you’ll have made enough to feed an army.”
Much as Anne had suspected Sarah had produced one of her legendary meals dispelling any fear that she had the remotest chance of going away hungry.
She could spot a second bottle of merlot too – and a third. This was going to be a serious session.
Sarah loaded Anne’s plate high with casserole and filled her glass.
“Tell me, apart from being the rector’s wife do you do anything here?”
“Well apart from doing a little part time art teaching at the local FE college, not much. That’s only two days a week – Wednesday and Thursday. Archie and I always try to take Monday as our ‘day off’ as he’s so busy on Sundays. Anyway, more to the point, what are you doing these days, Sarah? Surely you’re not retired yet – are you?”
“Not yet. I quit working for the NHS a long time ago because I didn’t like the way things were going and I was sick of working all the hours God sent for what seemed like next to nothing. Nowadays I do a bit of bank nursing in the private sector and it suits me well as the money’s good and I can pick my hours. No antisocial shifts if I don’t want them. I have a little project in mind though which might interest you and with which I could certainly use your help. A little while ago I came into money and bought the old secondary modern school at Drydale Magna off County Hall for a song. I’ve refurbished it and started running residential fitness courses there for adults. Some of the courses are about general fitness and healthy living. Others, however, are geared to helping adults improve their bladder holding abilities.”
Anne’s ears pricked up and, eager not to miss anything, put her fork down.
“Tell me more. This sounds interesting.”
Sarah smiled broadly.
“I thought you’d be interested. Well, I’ve had a couple of small groups in before but I really can’t cope on my own and I desperately need a hand. Ideally I could do with a fitness instructor and I know you’d be perfect for that but I need a good all rounder too. You’d also help with meals, discipline, pastoral care and general good order. Also I’d need you to drive the mini bus occasionally.”
“Discipline? I thought you said the courses were for adults only.”
“They are. The trouble is most of the students are likely to be challenging on account of their lifestyles and backgrounds. I’ve already got bookings from celebrities, politicians, aristocrats and porn stars. All people with big egos who need keeping in their place and I know I can depend on you to be firm but kind and fair too. Depending on who they are and what we're doing with them we’ll be charging between two and three thousand pounds each per course. Even at that price some of them will think it’s just jolly japes but I need someone to reinforce the idea that it’s not a jolly.”
“Well this sounds like a dream come true. I’ve always loved holding and the thought of training other people to become proud holders excites me.”
Sarah beamed broadly.
“You’ve just solved a big problem. I’ve been wondering what to call our holding courses – Proud Holders – that will do fine. I’m not running any courses there for a few weeks and I want to get the place properly sorted. If you’re free on Tuesday, pop round about nine and I’ll run you over there. We’re going to have such fun.”
Anne smiled at her friend.
“You’re on. I’m looking forward to it.”
THE END |
(This is a fairly new story which I have shared elsewhere too. I hope you enjoy it if you haven't come across it already. Although it can be enjoyed as a standalone story it was written as a sequel to Anne of Browndale, Chapter 2.)
"Well we're here at last!" Sarah exclaimed as she pulled into the carpark. A tatty old sign bore witness to what the place had once been – Drydale Magna Secondary Modern School. A sea of weeds populated what had once been the tennis courts. Rotting and barely visible the old nets were still there, surrounded by nettles and thistles. It would be kind to say that the buildings had a 'tired' look about them – some of the window sills needed replacing and the whole place was badly in need of some TLC. Anne pulled a face and turned to her friend.
"No wonder County Hall let you have it for a song. Just look at the state of it. You've got your work cut out here if you're to make anything decent out of it."
Sarah turned to her friend and smiled.
"You mean we've got our work cut out! Yes the old place will certainly need a bit doing to it but at least it's structurally sound – the surveyor's report says as much. We won't get it the way we want in time for this year's summer course but we can at least make it decent."
Anne gave a little frown.
"Sarah, what's this we all of a sudden? I hope you're not expecting me to weed that tennis court because you can forget it if you are."
Sarah gave her old friend a playful slap on the bum.
"But of course, my dear. Who else? No, seriously you'll be relieved to hear that I'm getting a landscape gardener to come in and tackle that as well as what I presume must have been the old school garden. I need your help though with cleaning, a little joinery as well as choosing the décor for the dining hall, lecture room and practical work rooms. You will need to make some decisions about the old assembly hall which doubles up as a gymnasium and, as fitness instructor, will be your personal fiefdom. You will have an office too and you'll have to let me know what you require in there."
Anne cast her friend a quizzical look.
"Sarah, how much time do you expect me to put in here? I mean do you envisage me giving up my job at the college or not?"
Sarah smiled.
"It all depends, Anne. I hope you'll be as generous with your time in helping me to get the place up and running as you can. If it helps you to make a decision, whatever the college pays, I'll pay more. I know your Mondays are precious and you must spend those with Archie. My plan is that once the fitness centre and holding courses get running I'll arrange for students to arrive on Monday afternoons and do their induction then so I won't require your services until Tuesdays. I imagine the college terms will be ending shortly and you'll be free over the summer – at least part of the time – unless you and Archie are planning on going away for eight weeks which I doubt."
"No. We have a break planned in Padstow for the last week in August but that's all. It's a long drive and I'll have to make sure I'm well hydrated before we set off – as well as on route if it's as hot as this. Archie will be stopping at every service station between Yorkshire and Cornwall but I shan't be availing myself of the facilities if I can possibly help it. I'd sooner piss myself than use some of the filthy toilets in those places. After all, what were panties and jeans designed for?"
Sarah laughed.
"That's my girl! Why don't you drive instead and make Archie squirm for once?"
Anne gave her friend a knowing smile.
"What a marvellous idea! No, Archie bursting for a wee isn't fun and Archie in wet pants is even less so."
"You mean Archie wets himself sometimes?"
"Yes it has happened occasionally when he's been genuinely caught short. Not as much as I'd like though because he's one of those people who takes every opportunity to use a toilet – especially when he's a away from home. Some big fish in the diocese has persuaded him that he ought to raise funds for a loo in the tower vestry at Browndale Church. As his wife I can't actively oppose the plan but I won't be supporting it either. They've managed without for 700 years and I think they can still manage. Put it this way, if they do get round to having one, my ass won't be christening it!"
Sarah roared with laughter, involuntarily releasing a couple of spurts into her knickers as she did so.
"That's my Annie! The day you let Archie – or anyone else - boss you around it'll be a first. You're such a card. I nearly pissed myself just then. Come on, I'll show you the dormitories. I'm afraid the beds are all old ex NHS stock but they'll be comfortable enough for our students – at least for the length of time they'll be staying. They're all fitted with mattress protectors – as I'm sure you'll agree we should make a presumption of wet until proven dry where our students are concerned."
"Sarah, just remind me, what will the age of the students be?"
"They'll all be at least eighteen years old or older. In fact the first batch will have an average age that's around double that. Safeguarding will still apply though because whilst in practice they'll all be smart divas who are used to running rings round people we could, theoretically, get one or two whom the world classes as vulnerable adults. I've just got an enhanced DBS disclosure and I'm assuming yours will be transferable from the college."
"Yes of course. They won't be running any rings around me though. I'll make sure of that if it's the last thing I do. Do you anticipate me staying at the place overnight?"
"Anne, if you give up that job at the college – and I'm hoping you will - I'd appreciate it if you could stay at least a couple of nights a week. You'll have your own private quarters as will I. It's natural to want a little privacy but there's a super king sized bed in my quarters and it goes without saying that I'd be glad of the company. Archie needn't know and there's no reason for any of the other staff or students to either."
Unable to control the impulse, Anne hugged her old friend.
"Archie won't mind in the slightest. He occasionally screws me on a Monday if he's not feeling too tired after his weekend rectorial duties, but you could say that sex was more off the menu than on. Don't get me wrong. He's sweet, kind and pretty much everything that a loving husband should be, but he prefers playing with his willy to shagging me."
Sarah cast her old friend a sympathetic glance.
"Presumably you've lectured him on the evils of masturbation and all that goes with it?"
"Sarah, I've tried but it goes straight in one ear and out of the other. He doesn't seem to realise that if he left himself alone we'd have better sex and he'd need to go to the toilet less often."
"Perhaps you should get him booked on to one of our courses. What are we going to call them? Proud Holders – or Proud Holders Plus – if I remember our discussion the other day. Anne, I really must show you some of the kit I've got in. Ex NHS commodes for kegel training, anti-fap chastity devices to fit even the biggest cocks as well as urethral plugs and that's only for starters. Oh and I've got a couple of bed cages in case bedclothes need to be kept clear of anyone's genitalia. You know the sort we used to use for hypospadias patients."
"That sounds pretty impressive, Sarah, for starters at any rate. Will we be diapering any of the students?"
"Only as a punishment and/or if we think it's medically necessary. You know the sort of thing I mean without any explanation being required."
Anne grinned.
"Sarah, I know exactly what you mean. You seem to have thought about pretty much everything and it sounds as though you've got all bases covered."
"I like to think so. Well most things at any rate. I'll be glad of your advice though if you think there's anything I've left off the list. One of the problems with this place being an old school is that the toilet provision is far too lavish for our requirements. I've got a local plumber coming in next week to make some much needed changes. What we have will still be legal for the number of people occupying the premises at any given time but it won't be anywhere near so generous as when the place was a school. First to go will be the old boys' toilets. I hate urinals, don't you? Well the Proud Holders Fitness Centre won't have any of those evil implements. When we allow male students to relieve themselves they'll have to sit and use proper toilets like us girls. If we can't stand to pee neither should they. In fact I've got one or two big boys booked in who already prefer sitting to standing because they don't like showing their stuff off or it's simply just too awkward. Oh what fun you and I are going to have!"
Later on that day, outside the Spread Eagle at Drydale...
"Well Anne, they certainly do a good ploughman's here. Four cheeses, rustic bread, such wonderful pickles and a modern twist with the olives. We'll have to come again. Thank you for your hospitality by the way. After all the work you've put in today, I should be treating you, not the other way round."
"Not at all. It's my pleasure, Sarah. At least we've made a start on getting that old place in some sort of order. Put it this way, that hall's now stinking of chlorine disinfectant just as it should. So do I as a matter of fact. Goodness knows what Archie will say when I get home."
Sarah chuckled.
"I expect he's smelt far worse things in his time."
It was more than Anne could manage to suppress a giggle.
"I can't possibly imagine what you might be referring to, Sarah Worthington! Moving swiftly on, would it be okay if I had a go at driving that automatic of yours on the way back? I've always wanted to drive an automatic but Archie won't hear of me trading in our ancient Merc for a newer model. He says we can't afford it and, of course, he's right – until keeping the vehicle we've got on the road ceases to be an economic proposition."
"Be my guest, Anne. It's the least I can do since you've bought us supper."
A while later in the car...
"Anne, where are you going? We passed the turning for Browndale twenty minutes ago."
She tried to hide it but there was an anxious look on Sarah's face.
"Oh just for a spin. I thought we'd have a little mystery tour. To be truthful I've not really had a chance to explore the area properly yet and I have to say this car's handling beautifully."
"You're not thinking of going far, are you Anne? I was hoping to get back soon."
"Only over to Malham Tarn and back. It'd be fun to do a ton round Malham Tarn in this, don't you think?"
"You what!"
Sarah looked as white as a sheet and Anne noticed for the first time that she had her hands clasped between her legs.
"Are you alright Sarah?"
"Yes I'm fine. I just need..."
"A wee?"
"Well since you mention it haven't been all day – well perhaps not quite. Stupid of me not to have gone before we left the pub, wasn't it?"
A wry smile crossed Anne's face.
"No, not in the slightest. It was you who insisted on drinking three pints of Diet Coke, not forgetting that coffee you had, whereas I was content to settle for two."
"Alright Anne. Don't rub it in. I'm bursting and I don't think I can hold on much longer without pissing myself."
"Well you're just going to have to be brave and hold on for the time being. Just think about all those exercises we'll be putting the students through. There's nowhere I can pull over at the moment. Besides if you and I are going to run courses on bladder control we're going to have to master the art of ultimate control ourselves first. We may as well get some practice in now."
Gripping herself, Sarah visibly shuddered and Anne couldn't but notice the perspiration on her forehead.
"Pull over now Anne, please," she pleaded. "I'm about to piss myself."
Realising that she couldn't prolong her friend's torture any longer, Anne turned down a narrow country lane and stopped the car.
"There's a clump of trees over there, Sarah. To be honest I could do with a leak too."
Sarah sprang from the car and ran towards the trees. She was already spurting in her knickers and began to wet her jeans before she could get them down. Humiliated she finally got her jeans and knickers off and continued to pee uncontrollably, splashing her shoes. Anne followed, dropped her jeans and knickers, taking the opportunity to release her own personal cascade. A minute or so later both women were finally finished. Anne reached into her pocket and handed Sarah some tissues.
"Here, have these. Look, I'm sorry about tonight."
"Sorry? I'll get you for this, Anne Glenson!"
Having wiped herself she threw the tissues playfully at Anne.
"Look Sarah. I'm really sorry. If you don't want me on your staff – or even want to see me again – I'll understand completely."
"Don't be so silly Anne. You've proved tonight that you're exactly what I need. When can you start?"
Anne struggled to suppress a grin.
"Will Thursday do? It's the last day of term at college tomorrow and I'm handing my notice in. I won't be going back in September. From now on I'm all yours – if you want me that is."
Sarah hugged Anne tightly.
"Of course I want you – in more ways than one. That's the best news I've heard for a long time. Come on, let's get back to Browndale and seal the deal. There's half a bottle of quite drinkable Merlot left over from Sunday and I could use a hand with it!"
THE END |
Oh hey, this is done! Yeah, not gonna lie, I feel like a total dick right now. Poor Maki, and that’s coming from the one who wrote this… worse yet, it’s not even done. This is just part one of two or three, and it only gets worse from there.
Also, just a fair warning, but you may have to suspend your disbelief for this one a little. The methodology is a bit more advanced than what is possible right now, but not by a whole lot.
Anyway, I’m kind of on the fence about this one. It’s not terrible, but I’m not perfectly satisfied with it, either. I’ll probably like the continuations more, so it’s not a huge deal, even though I write primarily to entertain myself (which actually makes my standards higher than normal, I think).
Hopefully you guys will like this thing more than I did. Let’s find out, shall we?
The Price of Freedom
Chapter One: From Bad to Worse
From pretty much the moment Nishikino Maki woke up, the had the feeling it was going to be a bad day. The thing that clued her in shortly after first opening her eyes was a cold, wet, clammy feeling underneath the covers of her bed that stretched from around her mid-thighs to her lower back. This was the third morning in a row she had woken up to sodden sheets.
The occurrence wasn’t exactly one she had been dealing with a very long time. It started happening only about a month prior to this particular morning. It gradually grew in frequency until it happened almost every night. And while she had a pretty good idea of why her body kept doing this, she didn’t exactly have the means to stop it, either.
The conclusion she’d reached about this newfound habit of hers was that it was the result of stress. More specifically, she was becoming more and more anxious over an inevitable event that she would have to go through, but she wished she could save until she moved out of her parents’ house.
Namely, informing her parents about her relationship with a certain third year at her high school. Yazawa Nico had only gotten more and more adamant about being upfront about it with them as time went on. She had expressed the desire to tell them pretty much from the day Maki had confessed and they started going out, and she kept insisting on it no matter how many times the redhead tried to refuse.
To be fair, Nico had brought up some decent points for her argument. Things like how hiding it from them would only cause mistrust when it finally came to light, and how it was better to be open and honest. But the Nishikino heiress was not in any sort of rush to explain to her traditional parents that she was not only dating another girl, but an aspiring idol on top of that.
The more Nico kept pushing to tell them, the further Maki slid down a rabbit hole of stress. They had been dating for a month and a half, meaning that the bedwetting started after only two weeks. Most if not all of the maids in their house definitely knew about it by this point, after a whole month of having to do extra laundry because of it. It was humiliating and she just wanted it to end.
Hoping that if she were to just get it over with, this shameful event would stop repeating itself, she finally gave in and set up plans for it. Later that night, Nico would come over and have dinner with them, and at some point during the visit, she’d tell Maki’s parents about their relationship. But if how the simple act of waking up went was any indicator, this would be a really bad day.
With a great sigh, the young Nishikino heiress slowly got up, reminding herself to let a maid know to wash her sheets on the way out. This was going to be a long day.
Rather surprisingly, dinner went pretty well. At the very least, Nico didn’t say anything particularly unfit for her hosts. She handled herself remarkably well, better than Maki knew was possible for her.
Towards the end, when the maids carried away their remaining plates and Maki’s parents were getting ready to leave the room, the third year came out and just said it. That she was dating their daughter. The Nishikino heiress had no idea how she got the courage, but she did.
That was right about the moment, looking back on it, when everything went straight to hell. Maki’s father’s initial reply wasn’t too bad. He simply said “I see.”
Her mother had a more positive reaction – she actually smiled, at least – but she didn’t stick around for long. Well, more like she seemed to just get the hell out of Dodge. She left the room very quickly, as if she were running away from something.
When her father also reached the door, he turned around. He asked a rather blunt question. “Could you have one of the maids show her out and meet me in the family room? There is something we need to discuss.”
After that, he briskly left. From that alone, Maki knew she was just about screwed. In order to delay the inevitable, she decided, she would take Nico to the door herself. So she grabbed her partner’s hand and dragged her along. The third year asked why, but she didn’t get any kind of response other than the hand around hers tightening.
The walk from the kitchen to the front door seemed to go by too quickly. It barely felt like any time had passed at all, even though the walk supposedly lasted at least a few minutes. Once they got there, the twin-tailed girl waited patiently – they were still holding hands, so she couldn’t exactly leave. After a few seconds, the redhead spoke, voice trembling ever so slightly.
“I have no idea what he’s going to do,” she admitted, running her free hand through her bangs. “But I don’t have a good feeling about it.”
“Do you want me to stay?” Nico asked, squeezing her partner’s hand reassuringly.
Maki shook her head, giving a squeeze back before letting go. “That could make him worse. And I’m not sure I’m okay with dragging you into the family discussion that’s about to happen.”
“Okay. If you want, you can tell me how it went later,” the third year replied. She leaned in for a quick hug, then made her way for the door. “I’ll stay up until I get a text from you.”
“All right… bye.”
The door opened, then closed behind the older girl on her way out. And just like that, Maki was alone. No one else to face her father with. Her mother ran out specifically to avoid dealing with what she knew was coming. But unfortunately, the high schooler couldn’t exactly run from this discussion.
So she made her way to the family room. Contrary to her first trip across the house, this one seemed to drag on forever. She wasn’t exactly hurrying, but it seemed almost as if time itself slowed down this time.
But eventually, she made it to the place where her father was waiting. He was normally very strict about the usage of his time, but for once, he didn’t even comment about being made to wait. He just eyed her until she sat down in the chair across from him, then spoke in a calm, collected, yet harsh voice.
“That girl. She has no money, no power, no status, no influence,” he built up to what they both knew was coming. “You must break up with her.”
She knew it was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier. Though she had to admit, all things considered, it was actually rather strange that he didn’t even use the obvious fact that Nico was another girl as part of his argument.
Under any other circumstances, she would have just said ‘okay’ and moved on, to cut her losses so to speak. But this was different. They didn’t always get along, but she loved Nico… and the older girl loved her. This wasn’t something she could simply give up on.
She had a right to be happy, and she had a right to become happy how she wanted to. With this in mind, she said a single word… “No.”
He didn’t exactly take being refused by his own daughter for the first time in his life very well. “You will break up with her.”
“I won’t!” But she wasn’t going to cave just because he said it more forcefully.
He actually seemed taken aback by this. She’d never done this before, so it made sense that he’d be surprised. The initial shock on his face wore down into contemplation. He seemed to be considering something. Finally, after a full five seconds, he took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and spoke.
“Fine. Do as you like. But there will be consequences for your actions. You are now dismissed for the night.”
All things considered, she really got off lighter than she expected to. In the end, he allowed her to keep dating Nico… but at the same time, the threat of consequences definitely scared her.
Her mind kept running away with it as she texted her partner back and forth. She kept imagining these worst case scenarios, then kept having to convince herself over and over again that her own father wouldn’t go that far. But she couldn’t really help it…
This was the first time she’d ever told her father ‘no’ about anything. She’d never done it before, so she’d never had consequences for it before, either. She had no idea what to expect. It was downright terrifying, though she’d never admit that to anyone.
All the worrying she did wore her out quicker than usual. It seemed to take forever, but she actually ended up falling asleep a full hour before she usually did.
The first thing Maki noticed when she woke up was a dull, constant pain in her lower back, right above her rear end. Still sort of in a daze, she absently wondered what could be causing it. She was laying on her stomach, but the pain seemed closer to her back than her front, so she couldn’t have laid on it wrong… she didn’t really toss and turn in her sleep, either. But hadn’t she gone to bed laying on her back…?
The second thing she noted was that for the first time in several days, her sheets didn’t feel wet. But… that was strange. Her crotch still felt really damp, but nowhere else did. How could that be? She slowly reached her right hand down to touch her underwear… and was greeted by the third thing she noticed, which almost immediately woke her up.
Where she should have felt lace panties tight against her skin, she felt a smooth, soft plastic sensation that actually stuck out at least several centimeters from her body. What had originally been intended to be a soft caress turned into a frantic pat as she tried to discern just what she was feeling. Whatever she was wearing was far, far thicker than normal underwear, and seemed kind of squishy, too.
Well, she was wide awake by that point. She quickly sat up, pulled off the covers and looked down at her crotch… and everything clicked into place. What she was wearing was an adult-sized disposable diaper. The wetness she felt around her crotch but nowhere else was because the padding inside of the garment was positively soaked.
To her even greater confusion, though the diaper was clearly sized for either teens or adults, its appearance didn’t reflect that. It had babyish designs printed all over the sides of the front panel – though the heavily-yellowed center of the protective garment seemed to have no designs. Though she’d heard of the designs fading away when wet before, so maybe that was what happened.
Either way, she needed answers. When and how was she put in a diaper without it waking her up? And why did it seem to have the design of an oversized baby diaper? Was this what her father meant by ‘consequences’? If so, why did he go for these instead of normal adult diapers like the ones at the hospital?
First things first, Maki decided, she should probably change into some normal underwear. She couldn’t exactly walk around the house like this, much less go anywhere else. Plus, the garment currently fastened around her crotch was quite wet, making it very thick and kind of uncomfortable. She got up out of bed, noting as she stood that she felt kind of woozy, as if she’d recently come off of an anesthetic of some sort. What exactly had happened to her while she slept…?
She tried to walk over to her dresser, but with the newfound unfamiliar bulk in between her legs, waddle would be a more appropriate term. As she moved, she noticed a distinct crinkling sound coming from the cause of her waddle. Once she made it to her dresser, she pulled open the top drawer, where she stored her underwear… and her eyes widened in astonishment at the sight that greeted her.
All of her panties were gone – not a single one remained. In their place was pile upon pile of diapers like the one she wore. In her mild shock, the picked one up and studied it. The childish designs seemed to be animal-themed, much like the one she was wearing. However, a crucial difference was that down the center of the one in her hand, and all the other ones in the drawer, there were light-colored paw print designs. She looked back to the one already on her, concluding that the absence of those paws was because the whole front of the garment was yellowed with urine.
She also noticed, through looking at the still-folded diaper in her hand, that even unused, they were still really thick, far more so than normal medical-grade diapers. As she put it back where she picked it up from, she noticed something on top of her dresser that hadn’t been there the night before. A small, white envelope that didn’t appear to have been sealed.
She picked it up, opened it, and took out the contents: a single piece of paper. On it, she found a page’s worth of words addressed to her, in what she recognized as her father’s handwriting. She began to read, her hands somewhat shaky in anticipation.
Dear Maki,
I am a man of my word. If that is what you truly believe will make you happy, you may date that girl for however long you like. And to show that I respect your decision to stay with her, I will not make you go through any marriage interviews like what I had been discussing with you before. You have made your choice, and as your father, I will stand by you either way.
It was a nice opening paragraph, she had to admit. It was good to know that she still had her family’s support, even though she was dating another girl. But at the same time, it didn’t answer even one of the questions created when she woke up this morning. If anything, it only muddied the waters. So she kept reading, hoping to find out more about just what had happened.
But just as I kept my word about allowing you to date her, I have also kept my word about there being consequences for your actions. This is not just a consequence for your defiance, but also for the fact that you are fifteen years old, yet you apparently cannot keep your sheets dry most nights. I will now explain the new rules of this house that have come into play as a result. You would to best to read them carefully and abide by them without resistance.
Well, that was a complete tone shift. Straight from acceptance to punishment. To add insult to injury, the maids had apparently told Maki’s father about her bedwetting… she felt her face flush just thinking about how that conversation went. She couldn’t exactly stop reading at that point, so she fought to keep her blush down as she continued on.
First and foremost, you are to wear diapers at all times, whether in the house or otherwise. No other underwear (with the exception of bras) will be permitted for you. As such, I have had the maids take all your disallowed underwear away until further notice and replace them with diapers. I can assure you that the ones in the drawer are of the highest quality in terms of performance, but if you cannot tolerate the designs, then you must buy your own diapers. I must warn you, however, that the ones you will find in stores will be vastly inferior to the ones you already have, which will mean changing much more frequently to prevent leaks.
Even after just reading the first rule, she already felt like she was being nailed into a coffin. Why force her to wear them all the time? She didn’t need them during the day at all! But she also noticed that he seemed to have researched this a whole lot… and the supplies in her drawer must have been from online. Which meant he had been planning this for at least several days, and that the defiance aspect may not have had anything to do with it at all, since it just happened the night before. With a great sigh, she kept reading.
Second, while in this house, the only kind of covering you are allowed to wear is a skirt or dress. This is to make checking the state of your diaper, as well as changing you if need be, easier. For that reason, the maids have also removed all pants and shorts from your room until further notice. If you want to wear them while out of the house, such as for school or outings, then you must come to a maid before leaving and ask them to get it for you. But be warned that wearing those types of bottoms, especially if they are tight, will make it easier for onlookers to notice the diaper underneath.
Maki didn’t even bother checking her dresser for this. After replacing all her underwear with diapers, why would he bother bluffing about taking all her pants? But still, this was getting to be ridiculous. And she’d probably need to go buy some more longer skirts with Nico, because she didn’t exactly have a whole bunch that would totally safely hide the bulk of a diaper, especially one as thick as these. She kept reading after shaking her head at the insanity.
Those are the new rules. And to ensure that you follow them without resistance, I have taken measures to keep you obedient. I’m sure that by now, you’ve noticed the pain in your lower back. I know you’re wondering why it is there. What happened is this: last night, I had someone surgically implant a device in you. This device senses when you need to pee by intercepting the nerve signals normally sent to your brain, then responds by making your bladder to empty on its own, regardless of your consent. Which means that as of right now, you are bladder incontinent. You now need diapers all the time. In three months’ time, I will consider taking it out and giving you your old clothes back. Until then, it is not up for discussion.
Sincerely,
Your father
The redhead sunk to her knees in despair as the letter dropped to the ground. This was… this was going too far! Why would he go to such lengths to do this to his own child? It didn’t make sense, and it was wrong on so many levels!
Right on cue, she noticed an odd sensation. The sudden warmth down there and the feeling of liquid pooling around her crotch, it was unmistakable. It felt like she was peeing. But she hadn’t even felt the urge to go at all. The device he talked about really did intercept the signals…
Tears began building up in the corners of her eyes as the stream of urine she couldn’t even control slowed to a dribble, then stopped entirely. It had been bad enough to slowly lose her bladder control at night, but this… this was worse. She went from just wetting when she slept right to having no control of her pee whatsoever. Even if she had them, she couldn’t keep her panties dry anymore.
She really… needed diapers. The thought was enough to make the tears start rolling down her face. She leaned against the dresser as her whole body began to shake with misery. She had no idea how she was going to make it through an entire month of this, let alone three…
For the next thirty minutes, anyone who came close enough to her room could clearly hear the sound of her pitiful sobs.
Yeah, I know. I wrote Maki into a pretty horrible position. But before I inevitably get asked “isn’t what her dad did illegal?”, I’m going to just come right out and say that it definitely is by American standards. Not quite sure if it’s also illegal in Japan, where they live, since I don’t know how their legal system works, but… well, it’s going to be a bit more complicated than ‘he went too far, he goes to jail.’
That said, I’m sure that people have a lot more questions to ask about this, since I left a whole lot of unanswered ones. If you go ahead and ask them, I’ll make sure that they get answered in part two or three.
And for those of you thinking I’m a total asshole or something to that effect for writing such an unfair fanfic… you’d best just leave this one if you don’t think you can tolerate this kind of story. Not gonna lie, it gets even worse in part two. So if you were uncomfortable reading this one, then sorry to say, you’re not going to like where it goes next installment, either. I may give her some sort of happy ending in part three if I feel like it, but chances are, that one is going to be unfair, too.
Well, I stayed up later than I planned to in order to finish this. I hope it was worth it. Let me know what you thought of it if you have the time!
See you next time! |
To be honest, this story has left me kind of conflicted about what to do with it. I’m not sure whether I want to give it one more part or whether I want to save the events of that part for the Nico-centric fic, which is a direct continuation to this story, but from Nico’s perspective.
Well, more accurately, the Nico-centric fic will start from right about where this part left off, regardless of whether this fic gets a third installment or not. It really comes down to whether or not you also want to see the rest of the ending scene’s day from Maki’s perspective as well as Nico’s… while you can have both, that would make it take longer to make either one, since I’d have to make sure they were both consistent with each other with more precision than normal.
Since I don’t really know whether I want to write the day twice or not, I’m just gonna leave it to my audience. For those on Deviant Art, I’ll put up a poll for you to vote on, and for those on Omo org, just reply on this story’s thread with what you’d rather me do. All votes/comments will be taken into consideration and counted when making my final decision.
Well, I’ve said enough for one note. On with the story!
The Price of Freedom
Part Two: Trial Period
On a certain important morning, Maki woke up to the all-too familiar feeling of cold, clammy dampness around her crotch. The sheets didn’t feel wet, so she knew her underwear hadn’t leaked – not that it ever did, the brand her family supplied her with was top notch.
After rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the Nishikino heiress sat up, moving herself until her legs hung over the edge of her king-sized canopy bed. As she did, she noticed the padding of her diaper grow a bit warmer, indirectly informing her that the force of gravity had emptied what little was left in her bladder. She sighed at what had unfortunately become a common occurrence in the past few weeks.
Namely, the fact that she couldn’t actually feel it when she wet herself. The only way she could notice by this point was if she were paying close attention to the state of her diaper – her body seemed to have completely numbed her ability to personally feel it happening. It was a fairly recent development, and quite the unnerving one, considering what was coming up.
In just a few hours, her time in diapers would come to an end. It had been a long, grueling three months, but she had made it through to the end of her father’s punishment. Her father had told her that after lunch on this fall day, he would discuss returning her normal underwear and pants. This should have been wonderful news that filled her with joy, but instead, it filled her with a strong sense of dread.
The reason for the opposite feeling was just how far her continence had degraded over three months of being physically unable to hold it due to the device implanted in her lower back. She couldn’t even tell when she was peeing, and her bladder had undoubtedly shrunk considerably, considering how frequent and how small her accidents had become. Even if the device were to be taken out and she were to get her panties back, she wasn’t sure whether she’d be able to consistently keep them dry.
She had the dreadful suspicion that her bladder incontinence was no longer only a result of the device implanted in her. That even without it, she’d still, at least functionally, need to wear diapers. It was a depressing thought, but at the same time, it wasn’t something she could simply ignore, either.
But for the moment, all she could do was go through the day as normal until the promised time arrived. And first and foremost, that meant getting changed into a clean diaper.
“You may enter.”
This was the response to Maki’s quick knocks on her father’s study room door. She turned the silver handle and opened it, walking through and closing the door behind her. Inside, she saw her father sitting at his desk, with an extra chair prepared across from him, likely for her to sit in. At her father’s gesture, the Nishikino heiress walked over and sat down across from him.
“Starting tomorrow, we will begin a two-week trial period with the device turned off,” he began, getting right to the heart of the matter. “During this time, you will wear pull-on style protective undergarments at all times except for when you go to bed, where you will wear what you have been these past few months to ensure the sheets stay dry. If you can keep the pull-ups dry, we will give you your normal underwear back at the end of the two-week period.”
Maki nodded. Part of her had expected something like this. And beyond that, she knew that wearing some sort of protection would probably be for the best, at least for the time being. But even still, there was one thing he hadn’t really addressed – what if she didn’t keep the pull-ups dry?
“In order to be given your normal underwear back at the end of the two- week period, you will also have to have been dry during the day for at least three full days,” he went on, almost as if he had known what his daughter was thinking. “If that condition is not met, then your time in pull-ups will be extended another two weeks.”
“Okay…” it wasn’t as if she had a say anyway, so voicing her concern likely wouldn’t do any good.
“Finally, each morning before school, you will be given three spare pull-ups, just in case,” he continued on as if she hadn’t said anything. “If, by the time you return home, more than two have been used, including the one you are wearing upon arrival, or any have leaked onto your clothes, then the two-week trial will end immediately and you will be returned to diapers full-time until I next see fit to try again. And don’t think you can hide them at school or throw them away; any that are missing upon your return will be automatically counted as soiled. Are we clear?”
“… Yes, father…” this time, it took significantly more willpower to force out her acceptance.
Ne nodded. “Good. Then you are dismissed.”
As she got up and walked out, the dominant thought that ran through her head was a simple, yet so very depressingly appropriate question. Maybe it wouldn’t have applied if she had only been in the current situation for a few weeks, rather than a few months. But as things were now, the question definitely did seem reasonable, with context.
With things so obviously set up for her to fail, just how long would she last before being returned to diapers once again?
The following morning, Maki got up in a similar manner to how she had the past few months. She awoke to a wet diaper, uncontrollably peed in it again as she sat up, then made her way over to her dresser to get some clothes for after her morning shower. The first major difference occurred upon opening her underwear drawer.
The day before, it had been filled with the infantile yet amazingly absorbent adult diapers that her family supplied to her. But this time, she saw that most of the drawer was taken up by particularly thick, adult-sized pull-ups instead, though there was some space still allotted for yesterday’s sole occupants. Rather than being decorated with childish designs, these violet, cloth-textured pull-ups seemed to be of medical grade.
The Nishikino heiress grabbed one before closing the drawer. Around that time, she finally took notice of the paper taped to the top of her dresser, with her father’s handwriting on it. She picked it up and began to read:
“Since the device will be turned off in the car on the way to school, if the pull-up you are wearing at the time is wet already, it will not be held against you.”
That was all it contained. The message left her a bit conflicted, to say the least. On the one hand, she appreciated the consideration for her position and felt thankful for the small amount of leeway. On the other, the whole reason she was in this situation in the first place was because of him, and it was honestly kind of weird to see him show such leniency after being strict to a downright sociopathic degree.
As Maki’s girlfriend had so often informed her, what her father had done was illegal, through and through. Nico sometimes became insistent that the redhead try to take this whole to court, but she never agreed, for a multitude of reasons of varying importance.
First off, even if what he did was wrong, he was still her father. Even if she did have the heart to report what had happened to the police, and he actually ended up being punished for it, that would most likely end up doing Maki herself more harm than good. It would completely alienate her from quite possibly her entire family for the rest of her life.
Second, her father was the head of a prestigious hospital. If word got out that he made his own daughter incontinent without her consent, not only would it destroy her family name’s reputation and likely force them to stop leading the hospital, but it would also very likely damage her reputation as a school idol. Who would be her fan knowing that she couldn’t even tell when she had to pee and had to wear diapers all the time? And with the doctor career path taken from her, being an idol would be the only thing left that she actually knew how to do… but the stigma of being incontinent could follow her name for the rest of her life if word got out, so that wouldn’t be a possible career path, either.
And finally, there was the simple matter of her father being incredibly wealthy. Even if this case actually made it to a courtroom, he could afford to get the best lawyer possible to defend him. And since he was her father, he’d likely have some degree of influence over what lawyer she ended up getting. Which meant that the odds of actually winning the case were stacked against her… and if she lost, she’d not only have to deal with the stigma of everyone knowing she was incontinent, but also the stigma of people thinking she was a liar who tried to falsely blame the her own problem on him. That’s what people would assume at first glance, even if it wasn’t remotely true.
Because of these things, she couldn’t even consider trying to prosecute her father. So she just did her best to deal with his decision, even though it was morally and legally wrong and had caused her such despair. There wasn’t anything else she really could do, with the way things were.
And besides… despite what he had done… he still allowed her to continue to date Nico. No matter how much he disliked it, he had kept his word and never bothered her about it again. And in addition, he had entirely stopped discussing the idea of her marrying anyone else. Even if he didn’t approve of it personally, he still wholly accepted her decision to be with the one she actually loved.
And she couldn’t help but be grateful for that, even after all that he’d done to her.
“So then, you’re wearing one now?”
After Maki finished her explanation of the current state of affairs, the first thing her girlfriend did was to ask this rather odd question. But with the context of the last three months added in, the twin-tailed girl saying something strange… was by no means strange. So rather than getting overly embarrassed about it and then becoming unable to be honest, the redhead simply nodded and lifted her skirt.
Nico crouched down, boldly and shamelessly examining her lover’s light violet pull-up. At first she just looked at it, but before long, she got bored of that and gave it a few pokes with her index finger. This was already embarrassing enough for the first year, but her girlfriend still didn’t seem to be satisfied. Around the time the ruby-eyed girl’s hand cupped the undergarment, it became too much to bear.
Thwack! “Nico-chan, knock it off already!” As she shouted and struck, her bag swung around wildly on her shoulder from the big jostle.
The older girl stood up straight again, admiring the fierce blush she’d put on Maki’s face with a smug smirk as the latter hurriedly covered her undergarment with her skirt again. She didn’t even seem fazed at being hit atop her head. “Not bad. But that one’s wet already, isn’t it? Not a good sign that you didn’t even last until first period.”
The first year shook her head with closed eyes at the direction this conversation was headed. But at the same time, she had to acknowledge her girlfriend’s tactics. The pull-up didn’t have a wetness indicator and the lighting of the nurse’s private bathroom wasn’t very good, so she’d felt the garment up to figure out whether it had already been used. But that just begged a big question: why did she even want to know?
But she really should answer the question asked to her before going and asking questions of her own. “Dad didn’t turn the device off until the car ride to school, so he said this first one doesn’t count.”
Nico gave a mild frown. “Then why are we here, again? There are better places in the school to talk in private besides the nurse’s private restroom. If we’re not going to use it, why did we come here? We’re not the only students in the school who have a reason to use this place over the normal bathrooms.”
“Actually… I’m going to change into a new pull-up before first period starts.”
“Well, if you’re okay with losing your uncounted accidents right away, why not?” Her girlfriend seemed perplexed, but not really upset with her for what might seem like poor judgment at first glance. “But that still doesn’t explain why I’m here.”
The redhead would be inclined to side with the older girl’s logic and keep the pull-up on, under normal circumstances. However, two big things stood in the way of that stance being a good one to take. First off, the whole two-week trial period was set up for her to fail from the start. Did it even really matter if a few of her accidents went uncounted on the first day alone? Her continence wouldn’t likely improve enough to make up for that in a single day, so on day two, those same early morning leaks would be fully counted against her. It didn’t make much sense to rely on leeway to get by on day one when she wouldn’t have it to rely on later.
The second issue was more of a sensory problem. Specifically, it was something Maki had become very aware of since around the time she left her house: her new pull-ups didn’t retain heat nearly as well as her diapers did. Because of that, if she wet one, it would get very cold, very quickly. The one she was currently wearing was already cold enough to keep her from being able to fully concentrate on things that didn’t naturally demand her full, undivided attention. Which meant that she’d likely have trouble focusing in class like this, especially in the more boring ones.
She decided to go with the second one when explaining her rationale. “I can’t focus very well like this. The pull-ups get cold when wet, and it’s distracting. And you’re here to help me change.”
“It’s a pull-up, and you’re wearing a skirt. You don’t need my help to change,” Nico pointed out before donning a cocky smirk. “Oh, I get it! You’re so used to dragging me here to change you that you didn’t realize it isn’t necessary anymore, right?”
“So what if I am? Not like I could help it!”
At times like these, the twin-tailed girl could really get under her skin and upset her without even trying. Maki knew that she shouldn’t take everything her lover said to heart when she was like this, but… the implication that it was against her girlfriend’s will, even if it was supposed to be a joke, really hurt… the redhead hung her head, hiding her face from her lover’s view with her bangs. She didn’t want to be seen like this…
“I’m sorry, Maki-chan. I may say things in the heat of the moment, but I changed you because I wanted to, okay? I…” her lover’s sudden apology caught the first year utterly off guard. Her voice started out strong, faded out into the sound of the bathroom fan, then came back even stronger. “I love you, whether you can hold in your pee or not, so I want to help you out any way that I can, all right? Even if that means changing your diapers for the rest of our lives.”
This declaration struck the perfect cross between incredibly awkward and surprisingly endearing. At times like these, Nico could really warm her heart with the immense, unconditional love, dedication and unwavering support she gave the pianist.
Damn it. She was upset before, but now Maki was close to tears, and for the opposite reason. She felt so grateful and happy all of a sudden… “Thanks… weirdo. Now turn around so I can change. First period is probably going to start in a few minutes.”
“Kay.”
And just like that, the twin-tailed girl was no longer watching. The first year took this opportunity to reach under her skirt with both hands, grab her pull-up, pull it down to her knees and survey the damage. She found that it was even wetter than she remembered it being when she checked it right before leaving the car for school. She couldn’t tell whether it was just bad memory or whether she had actually peed in it more, but either way, it was a bad sign to some degree.
Having already decided on her course of action, Maki ripped the undergarment off at the sides, which were made to tear apart, then rolled it up and used the tab on the back to fasten it together. She then tore her bag’s Velcro fastening apart before pulling it open, put the used cloth-like garment in it, and pulled out a fresh one.
She opened it up and stretched it out as much as possible without tearing it, then held it out in front of her. She lifted her right foot first, fitting it through the corresponding leg hole slowly so as to make sure not to tear it. Her left foot followed suit in a similar fashion, and after that, she pulled it up all the way and smoothed her skirt down over it.
“Okay, I’m done,” she declared in a rather quiet, but not inaudible, voice. “You can turn around now.”
Nico turned around and quickly moved in before the first year could react, grabbing her skirt and lifting it up to get a good look at the garment underneath. Maki’s face erupted into a fierce blush that rivaled her hair in redness as her lover shamelessly patted, pressed and felt up her pull-up.
“Nico-chan, would you quit that?!” Thwack!
The ruby-eyed girl let go of the skirt and stood up straight with a somewhat defensive expression. “Come on, I was just checking to see how it fits you! Those things aren’t exactly custom made for the wearer’s body, you know!”
“Then say that first instead of just flipping my skirt with no explanation!” Really, did she have no common sense whatsoever?!
The redhead had to admit that she was grateful that her girlfriend supported her despite her incontinence. But at times like these, it almost seemed like Nico was a little too supportive. She couldn’t explain it very well, but… it seemed like her lover was always a little too eager to do things like that, even if she always had a good explanation for her actions.
She sighed, shaking her head before beginning to explain. “I don’t know for sure, but I think these pull-ups were actually designed to fit me. With how my dad runs the hospital, he might have been able to strike some sort of deal with a manufacturer to get them custom made.”
The twin-tailed girl nodded. “That would explain why it seems to fit you perfectly. Anyway, shouldn’t we get out of here now that we’re finished? Class is about to start.”
“Yeah…”
With that and an awkward nod, Maki walked over to the bathroom door, unlocked it, turned the handle and pulled it open. As the gap between the door and the frame grew wider, her eyes did the same. Standing right outside the door was a certain violet-haired member of Muse, looking quite amused.
It was Toujou Nozomi, one of the students that, as Nico had put it, had a reason to use the nurse’s private restroom over the normal bathrooms. That reason being that, due to a blow to the spine near the start of the school year, she had very limited, but not nonexistent, control over her bladder and bowels, so she had to wear pull-ups. From what Maki knew about spinal injuries, it was a miracle that those were the only complications that arose with the incident, but she knew it was still kind of depressing for the third year to be forever struggling to make it to the restroom in time.
“S-sorry for the wait, Nozomi-san,” the redhead said with a bow as she walked out, her girlfriend following close behind her.
The taller third year smiled gently and shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. I told Eli to tell the teacher I had to go to the nurse’s office, so it won’t matter if I’m a little late. Nico-chan, are we still on for after school today?”
“Yeah, definitely,” the ruby-eyed girl responded almost emphatically, giving her classmate a thumbs-up before turning towards the exit to the nurse’s office. “But we should really be getting to—”
Almost as if right on cue, a blaringly loud, obnoxious ringing cut into their conversation, telling them that class had officially started. Maki couldn’t deny she felt a small amount of relief at not having to rush, but a much bigger part of her was upset with herself for being late to class. Well, at least she’d have a chance to ask Nico what she and Nozomi were doing after school that day on the way to class… or so she thought, until another loud sound nearly startled her half to death.
“Don’t worry about the bell, you two!” a voice called out from further into the office – the voice of the school nurse. “I’ll call your teachers and tell them you were here, so you won’t be counted as late. But don’t take that as an excuse to skip out – I’m only giving you five minutes before you’ll be late anyway!”
Part of the first year’s mind registered all of that, but a much bigger, more dominant part of her brain was focused on something she noticed right when the interruption first caught her off guard. Her pull-up suddenly grew a bit warmer, as if she had wet herself a little – no, she was positive that that was exactly what happened. But… she couldn’t even feel her bladder release, much less try to stop it from happening. She didn’t even feel the urge to go beforehand.
Well, that was it, then. She could already tell how this was going to go. If she couldn’t even feel the need to pee, nor stop it from happening, then only one fate awaited her.
One way or another, she would be back in diapers before she even went to bed.
Now it might be a little clearer why I’m so conflicted over a third part. At this point, Maki has already given up on getting her panties back, which in itself is a form of conclusion, whether it’s satisfying or not. And since she’s gonna go through the entire day without even bothering to try to keep her pull-ups dry, there’s no real suspense to the story, because we all know how it will end.
But at the same time, I also really want to write out the scene when she gets home from school and her father finds out that she didn’t even last a single day even with the crutch of one non-counted pull-up. And I want to write it from Maki’s perspective, since Nico won’t be there and none of the other possible perspectives make sense to write from.
So I’m kind of stuck in this crossroad of indecision. Any help with deciding would be appreciated! Oh, but before anyone does vote or comment… just know that either way, the Nico-centric fic is what I’ll be starting next, regardless of the outcome, because I know I want to do that.
Yes, I know the Nico fic is technically a new story, and by the adjusted results of a recent Deviant Art poll, I should be focusing on what I have out first, but think about it for a second. The Nico fic is a direct sequel to this one – or rather, it’s just a continuation from a different perspective. So it sort of counts as something I already have out, since it’s not exactly a fic that stands on its own without context, you know? At least, that’s my own self-justification.
Okay, I’ve kept you for long enough. Please vote or comment telling me what I should do about this fic, and I’ll see you all next time! |
A/N: A commission for the prompt of Karen being late to work one too many times and Grace punishing her by not letting her use the bathroom unless she does some ass-kissing.
Karen was running late, once again, but, like always, didn't really let that bother her. She was late all the time, and, though Grace had threatened her plenty of times, she hadn't done anything about it yet, and she doubted she would ever doing anything serious. After all, what could she really do that would be all that serious? Even thinking about it was almost laughable to Karen, and so when she woke up and saw that she was very, very late, she didn't bother going any faster than usual.
It had been a long, long night, and Karen was very out of it as she got ready for the day, and she downed quite a bit of coffee before leaving the house, taking a cup with her as she went to make sure she had herself woken up. By the time she got to work, she was well beyond late, but still, it didn't really bother her all that much. Even when Grace expressed her disapproval and went on about how there would be repercussions for her actions this time. It was hard to take her boss seriously when she had seen nothing to indicate there was anything to worry about yet.
By the time she had really settled into work, she had had even more coffee, and that was when she realized that perhaps it was time to slow down on that. She had been to the bathroom before leaving her house, but already, she could feel a slight twinge in her bladder, indicating that she would need to pee soon, and she knew that, with all that she had had to drink, it was going to get a lot worse, and fast.
Sighing, she got up and went to the bathroom, not wanting to let it get to that point, but she had had so much to drink that it wasn't long after she was back that she felt the need beginning to arise again. She really had had too much coffee, but she decided to wait a few minutes before she went to take care of things again, to see if she could actually get some work done in the meantime.
However, it wasn't long before she grew impatient with waiting, and she loved any excuse to get out of work in the first place, so she stood up to go to the bathroom again. Grace was passing by and told her she needed to get back to work, to which she replied that she would, once she went to the bathroom.
“You just went a few minutes ago, I saw you.”
“Yeah, but I have to pee again,” she argued, trying to move past her boss.
“You show up two hours late and try to go to the bathroom twice in the first half hour, and you really expect me to believe you? Nice try, Karen, but you need to learn that I'm not just going to let you get away with everything around here,” said Grace.
“Oh, come on,” she protested, sure that she would get her way, but this time, Grace seemed intent on standing her ground.
“No,” she said, “no, you're going to sit down and get something done before I'm going to consider letting you go, alright?”
“You can't just...” Karen trailed off, realizing just how serious Grace was being, and nodded, deciding it would likely take less time to finish the task at hand than it would be to keep arguing with her until she got her way. And so, for the first time in a very long time, she worked diligently, and soon enough, she had actually managed to finish her task and present it to Grace.
Without a word, she started to make her way for the bathroom. Her bladder had begun to throb while she was working, and she looked forward to having the relief that had driven her to work so hard, but when she reached the door, she found that it was locked. She struggled with the knob for a moment before hearing laughter behind her, and she turned to find Grace standing there with an amused look on her face.
“If I'd known that this was all it would take to actually get you to work, I would have done this a long time ago,” she said.
“But- but you said if I-!”
“I said I would consider it, but when I saw how hard you were working, I realized I couldn't pass up a perfect opportunity like this,” replied Grace. “You've got two choices. Either get everything you need to do done, or apologize for all the times you haven't gotten work done, maybe do a little begging, and then we'll see what happens.”
“There is no way I'm going to beg for anything!” Karen didn't care how desperate she was quickly becoming, she still had her pride, and that was not something she would back down on.
“Then I guess you've got a lot of work to do,” Grace replied with a smirk, and moved on, leaving Karen with a full bladder and a locked bathroom door.
She didn't know how much she was expected to do before she would be granted access to the bathroom, but she was confident that she would be able to hold it until the time came. Even if Grace was never satisfied with the amount of work she did, she would have a lunch break eventually and would then be able to leave the building and go to the bathroom somewhere else. As long as she was able to hold it until then at the very latest, she would be fine, and she was sure that she would be able to.
Except all the coffee she had had to drink just kept hitting her, making things worse when she didn't think that it was even possible, and the throb in her bladder grew to a point that she could not concentrate. Fidgeting in her seat, she tried to focus on the work she needed to do, but already, it was beyond her control, and it so figured that the one time she actually wanted to work, her need was beyond the point that she could manage it.
She did take some satisfaction knowing that Grace's plan was already backfiring; she had to go so badly that there was no chance of her getting any substantial work done now. But perhaps Grace had known that would happen, and she really did just want Karen begging and sucking up that badly. It was a definitely the easier way out by a lot, but Karen would not sink to that level, not for anything, not when she was sure that she could hold it until lunch.
Even if she had to focus all of her energy into holding it, rather than doing the paperwork she had been asked to complete- or, rather, ignoring the paperwork, which is what she would have done on any ordinary day- she would do it. She wasn't going to give in to Grace's demands, but she wasn't going to be forced to lose control either. No matter what, she had this under her own control.
But sitting at her desk with no distraction, even when she found it impossible to distract herself, only made the time pass that much more slowly, and Karen tapped her foot under her desk, hissing quietly and staring at the clock as it slowly, slowly ticked. There was no chance of her ducking out for an early lunch with Grace holding her need over her head like this, and she would have to wait at least another hour before she would be able to leave. The pangs in her bladder were becoming more and more frequent, and more and more difficult for her to ignore, and she felt herself getting close to leaking a few times.
It was while she was trying to stop herself from leaking that Grace came back by to check on her, smirking when she saw how little Karen was doing. "So, you've decided to opt out of trying to work hard?" she asked. "That's alright, I don't mind seeing you beg for a while."
"I'm not begging for anything," Karen snapped, then winced as her bladder protested for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
"Well, you don't look like you're in any position trying to fight," the other woman replied, her smirk growing. "Are you?"
"I'm fine." She grit her teeth, trying her best to ignore just how very "not fine" she really was. Squirming in place, she wished that Grace would stop staring at her like that, as it was making it very hard to focus on fighting her desperation.
"If you say so," said Grace, not looking convinced in the slightest. "If you just follow my proposal, you know it'll be a lot easier than sitting here trying to hold it."
"You wish!" Again, she winced, and bit her lip. Christ, was time ever moving slowly! She was absolutely dying to get out of here and go to the bathroom, but she still had forty five minutes to wait, and Grace was still looking at her as if she expected her to give in at any minute.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was only really about two more minutes, Grace said, "Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind," and hooped up and walked off, leaving Karen by herself once more. Without Grace there to watch her, she was much more willing to squirm in her seat, which was helped alleviate the pressure a little bit.
Soon enough, she was not even trying to sit still, rocking back and forth in her seat and jiggling her knees, hoping that no one was looking at her. It didn't do her much good in terms of preserving her dignity if people saw her struggling, but somehow, begging Grace just seemed that much worse. If she was going to sink that low, she would have to be at her absolute breaking point; only being at the brink of wetting herself could push her to do it, because only that seemed humiliating enough to win out against the shame of begging.
When she only had thirty minutes left to wait, Karen found that even her squirming wasn't doing much to help her fight her need, and it was getting to the point where the pressure on her bladder was nearly too much for her to handle. She was starting to worry about if she would be able to make it until her lunch or not, but she wouldn't allow herself to think about a negative outcome too much. She had to make it, she wouldn't let Grace win this time.
Maybe if she hadn't been so focused on her own problems, she might have realized the lesson in this that Grace was trying to teach her, and maybe this could have been her turning point in terms of her poor work ethic, but as things stood, she was so annoyed about being forced to hold it that any potential lessons went right over her head. All she could really think about was how badly she needed to pee, and how she hoped she would have the chance to do so soon, before she lost control completely, and she bit the inside of her cheek.
It was just a little bit longer, just a little bit more of a wait, and then she would be free to go. She crossed her legs at the ankles, shaking her legs constantly as she bounced slightly in her chair and whimpered under her breath. Her bladder was absolutely throbbing, hurting so much that she was nearly sick from it, and there was still so much time to go. Normally, the time would go by fast, but she had nothing that could distract her and every second felt so much slower as she warded off pangs from her overfill bladder.
She couldn't help a gasp when a spurt leaked out of her, but it wasn't enough to escape her panties just yet. Still, it was a warning of things to come, letting her know just how much she was pushing her limits. Her panic increased, and she clenched a fist, resisting the urge to jam it between her legs and prevent any other leaks from happening, and then, while she was just beginning to feel like she really wouldn't be able to make it, Grace came back over to her.
“Feeling any better?” she asked. “Or are you feeling more like giving in?”
“I told you,” Karen grumbled, “that I'm not going to beg you for anything.” Just what she needed! As if things weren't hard enough, now Grace had returned to taunt and distract her, and she really wasn't sure if she could last under these conditions. Her heart was pounding and her bladder was screaming for relief, and her legs were shaking so much that she could not even pretend to try to sit still, not even with Grace watching her like this.
“Well, you look like you really need it,” she replied, and damn if she wasn't right. Karen knew she was, and knew that the remaining fifteen minutes were going to be torturous, and that wasn't counting the trip to wherever she went to use the bathroom. And would she even be able to walk very far in her current condition? The bathroom in here was so close, so easy for her to reach...
But no! She had promised herself that she wouldn't let Grace win, and she had promised herself that she would not let herself sink so low as to beg for anything, much less something as basic as being able to go to the bathroom. If she couldn't hold it, if she couldn't manage something so simple...her pride just would not allow for that, and she redoubled her efforts, scowling at Grace while she squeezed her thighs tightly together and prayed that it would be enough to get her through the remaining time.
Still, Grace wasn't leaving her alone, watching her every move as she struggled to hold it, and that was doing a number on her pride all by itself. Would it really be much worse to just ask? She wasn't sure what was worse, when she really thought about it, but it was very hard to concentrate when she had to fend off a second leak, when she felt so close to giving in right then and there. It seemed like the answer should be right there, but she just couldn't think straight without taking too much concentration from keeping her bladder in check.
She grit her teeth, and then she felt another spurt in her panties and gasped, and she realized, once and for all, that trying to hold it was not going to end well for her. Already, she was making a fool of herself, going to such obvious lengths to hold it, and anyone looking at her- and Grace was still right there, looking at her- would be able to tell that she was on the brink of wetting herself, which was bad enough. If she actually did wet herself...well, a little bit of begging wouldn't be that bad, now, would it? She was getting so desperate to prevent that and time was moving so slowly that she knew that she really had no choice.
As much as she hated to do it, she was going to have to let Grace win; otherwise, she was sure that she would be forced to wet herself right there in her seat, and she weakly looked up, doing what she could to swallow her pride. “I'm sorry I was late today,” she said, her voice strained.
“And?”
“I'm sorry I'm always late.” It was even harder than she had expected to say all of this out loud.
“And?”
“Seriously?” She groaned, but then she felt another leak and hastily said, “I-I'm sorry I haven't gotten much done today!”
“Or?”
“Or any other day, come on!” She was nearly at her breaking point, and her boss just grinned at her like this was the funniest thing she had seen all week. Perhaps it was, all things considered.
“That's a very nice apology and I really appreciate it,” said Grace, “but I haven't really heard that much begging, and I can't do anything for you unless you ask nicely.”
“I...come on, you know what I want!” Still, Grace did not budge. “Please, please, please unlock the bathroom for me.” She wasn't going to make it at this rate, not if Grace didn't do something fast. “Please, I promise, I won't- I won't be late anymore!”
“Alright, alright,” said Grace, seeming to realize that she couldn't drag this out anymore, and that Karen really was in bad shape. She quickly went over to unlock the door, while Karen slowly rose from her seat, trying not to make any sudden movements, lest she break her very thin control. Each step she took was a slow, painful process, and then she found that she could not move at all, and that she had simply let things go on for much too long.
Her knees buckled and she whimpered, feeling tears spring up in her eyes as another spurt escaped, but this time, it did not slow, turning instead to a full-fledged torrent as she began to wet herself entirely. Karen groaned, the warm liquid running down her legs and puddling on the floor, and for a moment, the relief was so great that she closed her eyes and forgot her humiliation,but when she opened them again, there was Grace, watching her with a mix of amusement and pity.
The puddle on the floor grew and grew, expanding past her feet as her overfull bladder emptied. When at last she was done, she let out a long sigh, looking up to face her boss with a look of annoyance. “This is all your fault, you know!”
“I gave you plenty of chances that you didn't take,” replied Grace, though there was still that look of pity, like maybe she realized this had gone a little too far. “And it's not my fault you can't make it to work on time, or that you don't ever get anything done. You kind of had a punishment coming for a while.”
Glowering, Karen said, “Yeah, well, you didn't let me into the bathroom, so I guess my promises don't count, right? That's right, so I didn't mean anything I said!” She stormed off, ready to go home and get cleaned up, before Grace had a chance to reply. It seemed that she really hadn't learned her lesson after all. |
She had worked her way up in her job. She was a fantastic nurse, with many, many people relying on her. She worked the most critical cases now, and nothing could stop her. Elle had a darkness about her, sure, but that she kept seperate from her work life. She worked on the cardiac unit, saving peoples lives following cardiac arrest one after the other. She was looked up to. The doctors respected her, which was unusual, doctors didnt normally respect nurses.
It was the middle of the night, during a callout, where her professionalism was put to the test and completely challenged. It was 1am when her pager went off. "Cardiac alert for Dr. Patel. Get here fast," said the operator. She was out the door in five.
Dr. Patel was a very respected cardiologist. He was a very handsome, young Indian man whom everyone loved. He had a tendency to be shy around Elle, she was very beautiful. They worked together all the time, but tonight would be very different.
She arrived to the OR, they were about to have to open this patient's chest and do a STAT bypass. She was the only nurse. They had an anesthesiologist, Dr. Patel- the cardiac surgeon, and two surgical techs to assist. Long open chest surgeries can get boring for nurses, as they are just monitoring.
Two hours into the surgery, and things were hazy. Elle sat on a stool behind Dr. Patel, ever so slightly noticing something off about him. He looked more tense than normal. His shoulders hunched over, he was shifting his weight from foot to foot. This wasnt like him, Elle thought. She has sat through 8-9 hour procedures with him, and he performed flawlessly. He was frustrated, sweat dripping from his forehead. Something wasn't right.
Another hour passed, and Dr. Patel looked frantic. Elle seemed to be the only one noticing, since her job was simply to monitor. Dr. Patel turned around and made eye contact with Elle. He had a very worried look about him. She looked down and realized his legs were crossed. Dr. Patel had to pee. This was certain.
Elle tried not to let that fact distract her from her concentration. One more hour of this procedure and another surgeon would take over, meaning she would get relieved as well. Dr. Patel seemed to be getting worse. She tried not to let this fact bother her.. it was a very dark secret of hers.. something about seeing a man desperate to pee did something unspeakable to her. Seeing Dr. Patel like this was killing her on the inside, but she must remain professional.
Thirty minutes passed, and doc was bent over at the waist, having trouble working. He was scrubbed in, meaning he was sterile. Elle felt so sorry for him, he kept turning around to look at her, wondering if she noticed.
**Dr. Patel's POV**
"It hurts so much. So, so much. God I hope I can finish this case. The pressure between my hips, I wish my scrubs weren't tied so tight. I think Elle knows," he thought. He turned around to look at her one more time. The pressure was building up quickly, he couldn't even squeeze his crotch because he was wearing sterile gloves, not to mention the patients blood up to his elbows. He kept sweating, and knew he couldn't hold on much longer. He wracked his brain for a way out. Only thirty more minutes, I can make it, he thought, but deep inside, he knew he was lying to himself. A small stream escaped the head of his penis, and he hunched over and moaned slightly. He could feel the dampness on his boxers, and prayed nothing was showing up on his scrubs. He thankfully was wearing a blue sterile gown, so if anything showed up, it may have time to dry before the other surgeon showed up.
Fifteen minutes, Dr. Patel looked at the clock. He continued to work, small spurts escaping every so often. His boxers were increasingly damp, and he was sure at least some of his scrubs were wet. He looked again behind him and Elle was looking at him, worringly. She knew.
*Elle's POV**
"I dont think he can make it.. oh god.." She thought. He turned around, looking at her for help, as he always did when things were going south. They usually were going south with a patient, though. Elle got up and walked closely behind Dr. Patel. "Doc.. whats wrong? I can tell somethings up," she whispered in his ear. "Nothing, Elle." He whispered back, frustratingly. She heard the coldness in his voice and sat back down. She wanted to hear him say it. But she knew the pride doctors carried around. He'd never admit it.
His legs were crossed, and every 15 seconds or so he'd hunch over, his bladder spasming. Small spurts kept escaping, and he was sure now his scrubs were soaked. She walked back up behind him, and whispered "do you think you can make it? Keep trying to hold it.. I know you can.."
Just then, the other doctor walked into the OR scrubbed in ready to take over. Dr. Patel nearly ran out of the door, ripped his scrub gown off with his back towards the OR so as no one would see the wetness on the front of his scrubs. He looked down, assessing the damage, and it wasn't as bad as he thought. There was about a 3 inch wet spot right across the front of his pants, clinging to his dick. Elle followed him closely, selfishingly wanting to witness him completely wet himself, and at the same time feeling so much pity and remorse for him, he was clearly in pain. "Dr!" she stalled him. This was her dark side, being revealed. "I can't talk now Elle" Dr Patel said, literally, running into the Dr's lounge. Elle stopped dead in her tracks, and leaned up against the wall, trying to compose herself. She shut her eyes, greedingly imagining him, his knees locked, hand shoved over his crotch squeezing his penis, attempting to stop the flow, but losing complete control.
**Docs POV**
The moment he tore his scrub gown off, he lost control. Piss erupted out of him, fast, drenching his pants. He ran towards the doctors lounge, knowing if there was any chance of his regaining control, he could change his scrubs and even shower, and no one would see what was happening. "Doc!" Elle said. "Not now!!" He screamed back, instantly feeling guilty for his tone of voice. She was a fantastic nurse, gorgeous too. He always had a crush on her, and he would never let her see him in this state. He opened the door to the lounge, finally out of her sight, and squeezed his penis hard, stopping the flow. His scrub bottoms were soaked in the front, but he was determined to make it to the bathroom. He began to walk, leaking with every step. Just as he was about to open the door, his bladder gave up. The floodgates forced themselves open, and he was peeing full force, into his scrubs. He stood there, kneeled down, and peed until he was empty, he moaned at the relief, and felt defeated. He was frozen, he couldn't move. His bladder had taken over his body, and as urine poured out of him, he realized he was no longer alone. Elle had followed him into the lounge, and was standing behind him, witnessing this respected surgeon completely wet himself like a little kid.
**Elles POV**
Something took over her. Her own, selfish fetish took over her brain. She had a feeling what was happening on the other side of that door. Throbbing, between her legs, she opened it, and saw Dr. Patel on his knees, hand shoved on his penis, completely soaking himself. There was a massive puddle on the floor below him. She walked around to face him, and his eyes were shut, tears streaming down his clenched face, ashamed. "Oh.." she gasped, feeling such remorse and so turned on at the same time. She held his face in her hands, wiping his tears. "Elle" He said. "Shh, just let it out Rahul..relax, I won't tell anyone.." She felt silly, but appropriate given the situation calling him by his first name. She could see through his tight, soaked scrub bottoms clinging to his penis. She could see the outline of the head of his penis, and even see the steady stream bursting through the soaked fabric. She was breathing heavily, she realized. How could she be so turned on at someone elses expense?
**Docs POV**
Elle was on her knees, holding his face in her hands, wiping his tears, when the stream finally died down. He couldn't open his eyes to look at her, so he only stared at the floor, the soaking floor beneath him. "Shh.." she said, and helped him up. "Lets get you cleaned up." She held his arm as they both walked into the showers. "Elle, please.. I'll pay you whatever you want if you just don't tell anyone and forget about this.." He still hadn't made eye contact, but he could hear her breathing. She was trying to help him. Her nurse instinct was coming out, obviously. He was too ashamed, and weak from holding for so long to fight her. "Don't be rediculous, it was an accident. I won't tell a soul, and I will forget about the whole thing." She knew this last part was a lie. How could she be so sweet, and understanding? He wondered. He finally looked up at her. They were standing in the locker room, alone. He looked at her eyes and realized something. She was bright red, biting her lip hard. The heavy breathing, the lip biting, and the blushing.. she was enjoying this. Was she.. turned on?
She lifted his shirt off of him. It was soaked up to his belly button, it being the massive accident it was. She stared at his belly, imagining what his bladder looked like before the accident, bulging between his hip bones. He was letting her touch his belly, his waist, and his hips. She couldn't hold back any longer. She planted her lips on his, and he kissed back hard. "Shh.." she said again when he began to whimper. She ran her fingers through his hair, and soft moans escaped his throat. She pressed her body against his, the wetness of his scrub bottoms getting hers wet, and she felt his penis getting hard. She continued to kiss him, running her hands down his body, and grabbing his hard penis through his soaked bottoms. She tugged at the strings, and the scrubs fell to the floor hard, with the heaviness of the pee. His boxers were completely soaked. This turned her on like never before.
"Why... do you.. like this?" Dr Patel asked. "I.. g-guess.. a little, maybe.." She answered embarrased. He pushed her up against the wall hard. She pulled down his boxers revealing his massive hard penis. He stripped her down naked, lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. He entered her forcefully, and they both came faster than they ever have before. |
“There he is,” Shane pointed to a spot on the sidewalk where Spencer stood, a laundry bag slumped on the ground behind him.
“I see him,” Sloane responded, and Shane refrained from rolling his eyes at how short Sloane already sounded.
Sloane maneuvered his beloved old Miata between the lines of cars making up the pre-Thanksgiving traffic in front of Spencer’s dorm and pulled up alongside his brother. Before the car was even in park, Spencer was at the trunk, and Shane was hopping out of the front seat, trying to allow Sloane to get back on the road as quickly as possible.
Shane, Sloane, and Spencer Collins were identical triplets who few people ever actually categorized as identical. The brothers were close, of course, having spent all 19 years of their lives together, but had decidedly different interests and temperaments.
Spencer was the introvert of the group: soft-spoken, thin, and slightly neurotic. Allergic and asthmatic, his tendency toward carsickness motivated Shane’s willing shift to the backseat.
Functionally, Sloane was the oldest; he’d always been more confident and outspoken than Shane and Spencer, and even looked older due to his choice of haircut, facial hair, and the extra 20 pounds of muscle he’d worked to pack onto his 6’1” body. He was also the most easily irritated, a trait that did not mix well with his current position behind the wheel on the busiest traffic day of the year.
Between his brothers in both size and temperament, Shane often served as the mediator, translating Spencer’s medical issues for Sloane and making an effort to include Sloane in the activities that Spencer more naturally shared with Shane. Shane played many of the same sports as Sloane, though not with the same fervor or skill, but spent lots of time with Spencer, establishing joint interests in TV, comics, and video games.
Following Shane’s example, Sloane gradually exhibited the same kind of protectiveness and deference to Spencer. Though he would never admit it, it eventually became obvious that Sloane was far more likely to say “yes” to Spencer than to pretty much anyone else.
But Spencer wasn’t on Sloane’s mind at the moment; Sloane had already driven three hours and was itching to cover the remaining 120 miles to get home. Unfortunately, thousands of other drivers on the road also had the same goal, and traffic around Spencer’s university was currently moving well below the speed limit. Sloane took pride in both owning his own car and attending the college furthest away from home, but the price for these symbols of freedom was that he then had to, when possible, take care of picking up and dropping off his brothers and their respective schools on his way to and from their home. As freshman, this trip was their first real test in riding back from college together. Unfortunately, the excessive holiday traffic was surely going to make the normally two-hour trip from Spencer’s university much longer.
Sensing their brother’s rising tension, Shane and Spencer almost immediately fell silent. They let Sloane turn up the radio to try to alleviate his frustration with the slow pace.
From the back seat, Shane kept an eye on Spencer. The teen looked shifty and uncomfortable, and Shane didn’t want Sloane to get annoyed with their brother’s fidgeting. Fortunately, the noise from the radio and the demands of driving were enough to keep Sloane from noticing his passenger.
After nearly two hours and only 20 miles of progress, the gridlock finally eased. They were beyond the city bypass, so most of the cars had exited in the suburbs. All three teens breathed individual sighs of relief as Sloane was able to accelerate to a reasonable freeway speed.
Ten miles further down the highway, Sloane turned down the radio slightly, indicating that he no longer needed the pounding bass to keep his irritation in check. The traffic had been clear for miles, and Sloane had apparently decided that the rest of the trip would be smooth and expedient.
Noticing both the comparative lack of traffic and the decreased radio volume, Spencer took the opportunity to break the vocal silence. “Hey, Sloane?”
“Yeah, Spence?” Still slightly terse, Sloane’s voice was still more gentle than it would have been with anyone else.
“Now that traffic is better, could we…stop somewhere?”
Shane saw the driver’s shoulder’s twitch. “No way, Spence. I’m not dragging out this trip anymore.”
Spencer repositioned himself, but didn’t argue. They were less than 100 miles from home; maybe Sloane would be more amenable to suggestion when they got a bit further away from the city.
Twenty minutes later, Spencer tried his luck again. “Sloane?” Sloane grunted in response. “Can we stop, please? I really need to use the restroom.”
“Are you kidding me, Spence?” Sloane snapped. “We’ve only got an hour to go. You had to’ve gone before I picked you up.”
“I did,” Spencer replied, chastened at the juvenile implications of his brother’s words. “But the traffic…please…”
“Come on, Sloane,” Shane chimed in from the back, chiding. “There’s no traffic anymore. It’ll be a 2-minute stop.”
“Sloane, I really have to go!” Spencer’s voice edged toward a whine.
“Spencer!” Sloane barked, making both his brother’s jump. “I’m not stopping! You can hold it until we get home!” He turned the music back up, signaling the end of the conversation.
Shane saw Spencer burrow into the front seat, defeated. He knew there was no arguing with Sloane when he made up his mind. Sloane was driving fast, and they really weren’t that far from home. He could make it.
Spencer held his own for the next 40 minutes or so, but when Sloane turned off the main highway, he felt his control starting to slip. He decided to try one more time.
“Slooooooooooane…”
“Kid, I swear to God, we are not stopping. We have, like, 15 minutes to go. This is ridiculous.”
Spencer was now jerking erratically, trying to bring his feelings of desperation under control. “Sloane, I can’t hold it!”
Unmoved by his brother’s childish phrasing, Sloane wouldn’t give in. “We are way too close to stop. Dance, hold your dick, do whatever you’ve gotta do, but we are not stopping!” He hissed the last couple of words through clenched teeth, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
Spencer whimpered, but took Sloane’s permission to shove his hand between his legs. The childish move brought much-needed relief and control. His bladder was still uncomfortably full, but knowing that he could hold himself and squirm without worrying about reprisal from Sloane (for the moment) made Spencer feel a lot better about his chances for making it, if not to a toilet, then at least out of Sloane’s precious car.
Sloane kept his word and drove swiftly. He didn’t say a word in jest of his triplet’s blatant potty dance in the seat next to him, and Spencer, aided by the grip of his hands in his crotch, didn’t ask again to stop.
When Sloane pulled into the driveway and hit the garage door opener, both he and Spencer visibly relaxed. Spencer didn’t ease his grip, but he was grateful (and oddly proud of himself) that he wouldn’t lose control in Sloane’s car.
Spencer unhooked his seat belt as Sloane eased the car into the garage and put it in park. It had been a long drive, but they were both glad to be home, and Sloane felt his irritation at the length of the trip and fear for his car’s passenger seat dissipate.
“Alright, boys,” Sloane allowed himself a small smile in Spencer’s direction. “We made it.” He turned toward Shane in the back seat. “Let’s just hope the drive back doesn’t ta-WHAT THE FUCK?!?!”
***One hour earlier***
“…hold it until we get home!”
Shane saw Spencer burrow into the front seat, defeated, and had to bite his own tongue to keep from screaming. He knew it was no use; if Sloane wouldn’t stop for Spencer, he sure as hell wouldn’t stop for him.
And Shane had to pee.
His university was between Sloane and Spencer’s, so he’d been picked up first. He’d already felt the urge to go by the time they reached Spencer, but with the chaos in the parking lot and around the dorm, he hadn’t dared ask Sloane for a chance to run inside and find a bathroom. He’d been sure that he could make it the two hours until they got home.
But he’d never really experienced pre-Thanksgiving, university-student-driven traffic before, so he hadn’t anticipated the near-doubling of their trip time. And with the lack of conversation predicated by Sloane’s annoyance, Shane had started nervously, unconsciously, sipping from his water bottle to pass the time.
An hour into traffic, Shane was desperate, but he knew better than to open his mouth. He knew Sloane was unlikely to respond kindly. He could only hope that the highway would clear and Shane would ask for a rest stop.
By the time the traffic abated, Shane had resorted to holding himself, grateful to be in the backseat. He was so uncomfortable, but if Spence got Sloane to stop, then Shane was pretty sure he could muster up enough composure to make it to a bathroom without openly grasping his dick the whole time.
And then Sloane had refused. And Shane knew he was done for.
Sloane turned the music back up, and Shane took advantage of the din to whine softly. He’d leaked a little bit when Sloane had yelled at Spencer, and he could feel the damp spot on his boxers against his skin.
As Spencer shifted periodically in the front seat, Shane was unable to keep still at all in the back. He tried unbuttoning his jeans to ease the pressure on his bladder, but that only offered a few minutes of respite. He could feel every tiny bump in the road, and each one cost him another spurt. He lost track of time; he lost track of everything. His eyes teared up with the pain of holding, and he couldn’t stop thinking of how mad Sloane would be if he made a mess in his car.
Forty-ish minutes later, Shane jumped at the sound of Spencer’s voice from the front seat, begging for a stop. Sloane refused, as Shane knew he would. They were too close to home, not that it mattered to Shane.
He wasn’t going to make it. All his leaks on the highway had created a wet patch the size of a dinner plate on his lap, and the pressure of his bladder was so severe, it was making his head hurt.
In the front, Sloane was telling Spencer to do whatever it took to hold it, completely unaware that Shane had been doing all those things – dancing, wriggling, holding himself – for the past 45 minutes. And it wasn’t working anymore.
Under the auditory cover of Sloane’s music, Shane lost all control. His bladder gave one final surge, and the pain of it made Shane gasp and lurch forward, releasing his grip on his cock to wrap his arms around his abdomen.
Warm liquid gushed into his lap, too quickly to be absorbed by his jeans. Urine pooled between his legs, running down his thighs and soaking into every available inch of fabric. He felt pee leech up the back of his boxers and jeans; still hunched forward, his hoodie started to sop up some of the puddle still growing on his lap.
Shuddering with the forceful evacuation of urine from his body, Shane hung his head, symbolically hiding from his two brothers, neither of whom were paying attention to him in the first place. He peed for longer than he could ever remember peeing. Somewhere in the middle of his accident, he remembered his water bottle. In his shame, he tried to convince himself that it was gross to pee into a half-full Nalgene bottle, and besides, there’s no way it would have held all he was going, anyway, right?
It seemed to take forever for Shane to finally stop wetting himself. As his senses cleared, he became re-aware of the music on the radio and the familiar sights of their town passing by outside the car.
Oh, God. He’d just pissed all over himself, and all over Sloane’s car. Shane opened his eyes – he hadn’t even realized he’d been squeezing them shut – to see the damage. His jeans were drenched. Obviously drenched. There was even a puddle on the all-weather floor mats and a splotch on the front pocket of his hoodie. The positioning of the wetness made it obvious what had happened. There would be no hiding. His only chance was if Sloane somehow stormed inside without looking at him…
***Now***
“…THE FUCK?!?!” Sloane’s bellow seemed to rattle the car windows. “Is this a fucking joke?? I tell Spence to do whatever it takes not to piss in my car, and you decide to just go all over the back seat??”
Shane felt his face burn. “I didn’t decide-“
“We weren’t even in the car that long!! Does no one in this family have the common sense to piss BEFORE a damn road trip??” Sloane’s eyes popped with uncomprehending rage.
In the passenger seat, Spencer, hand still between his legs, looked back and forth between his brothers like he was watching a tennis match. He whimpered softly.
“Spence, it’s fine. Just go inside,” Shane murmured, at the same time Sloane ordered “Go to the bathroom, Spencer.”
With one final, apologetic look back at Shane, who nodded, Spencer opened the car door and dashed into the house, hand between his legs all the while.
There was a brief silence before Sloane turned again to glare at Shane, his voice low with barely-contained rage. “Spencer could hold it. Spencer can’t even run a half mile without needing his inhaler, but he can at least keep his fucking pants dry. Which you, obviously, can’t.”
Shane furrowed his brow in anger. “I was in the car longer than he was, you know,” he growled defensively.
“And I was in the car longer than both of you, and yet you don’t see piss all over my pants!” Sloane snapped back. “You didn’t think to tell me you were going to wet yourself?”
“Spencer told you!” Shane snapped, finally looking up to scowl at his brother. “If you wouldn’t let him go, you sure as hell wouldn’t have stopped for me and you know it!”
Sloane snorted, furious, but unable to argue. “Don’t you dare come inside until you’ve washed my car. I don’t want the smell to sink in,” he grumbled.
“I got it,” Shane muttered as Sloane stormed out of the car and slammed the door.
Shane inhaled, a deep, shuddering breath. Coming down off the adrenaline of both wetting himself and being caught by Sloane left him with nothing but the crushing humiliation of having wet himself at age 19.
After a minute, he finally extricated himself from the back seat, feeling the sticky weight of his wet jeans hanging off his hips. He looked down at the seat and saw the size of the stain he’d made. With a sigh, he walked to the garage shelf where Sloane kept all his excessively specific car care materials and found the special fabric cleaner.
There was something profoundly shaming about bending into a car, scrubbing your own urine out of the seat. Rag in hand, Shane felt his emotions slip into the shaky mire than comes with exhaustion. Before he knew it, tears slipped from his eyes, dripping off the tip of his nose.
It was then that Shane felt a hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll do it,” Spencer whispered.
Shane sniffled. He wasn’t fond of letting either of his brothers see him cry, but he was far too drained to make much of an effort at the moment, and better Spencer than Sloane.
Still bent over the seat, rag in hand, Shane turned his head to look up at his brother, his eyes red with tears. “Did you make it OK?” he asked softly, bound by years of habit to care for Spencer’s well-being.
Spencer reddened slightly. “Yeah.” In truth, his underwear hadn’t remained completely dry, but now didn’t seem like the best time to lament his own situation, given the state of Shane’s own pants.
“I’ll finish cleaning,” Spencer repeated his offer. “You go inside.” The ‘and get yourself cleaned up’ didn’t need to be said.
Shane wasn’t fond of the idea of someone else having to clean up after him, but the chafing of his wet jeans and the overwhelming fatigue got the best of him. “You sure?” he whispered.
Spencer nodded, reaching for the rag. Shane felt his lip start to tremble as he handed it over. He wasn’t used to this reversal – Spencer taking care of him – but he was grateful for it.
Inside, Shane saw the backyard lights on through the kitchen windows, which meant that Sloane had gone outside to shoot around at the basketball hoop. At least Shane wouldn’t have to face him again just yet.
Shane peeled off his wet clothes in the bathroom, newly disgusted at the sheer size of his accident. He couldn’t believe he’d lost control so completely; he felt like he’d never get over this. He’d always have to carry around the shame of wetting his pants, completely sober, in his brother’s car.
He showered until the hot water ran out, but still didn’t feel clean. Having fabric soaked in your own urine pressed against your skin for over 20 minutes isn’t a feeling that goes away lightly.
Shane wasn’t even sure what time it was when he finally left the bathroom. He hadn’t eaten dinner, but only sleep sounded appealing to him now. He gingerly grabbed his soiled clothes, wrapping the drenched jeans and boxers in the hoodie so he wouldn’t have to hold onto wet cloth, and strode down the hallway to the washing machine. Starting the laundry, Shane turned back toward his room, desperate to escape for the night.
“Shane.”
For the second time that night, Shane heard the voice of one of his brothers addressing him from silence. This time, though, it was Sloane’s raspier tones calling out for his attention.
Reflexively, Shane blushed. “Your car’s taken care of,” he mumbled.
Sloane sighed. “I know. I…” he paused and looked down at his feet, shuffling nervously. “I…didn’t mean to…do that to you. I’m sorry.”
Somehow, Sloane’s apology made Shane feel even smaller than his earlier screaming. He knew Sloane felt bad, but every second in front of him just reminded Shane of how badly he’d screwed up.
“My fault,” Shane replied, wanting nothing more than to get out of the conversation. “I won’t-“
“Look,” Sloane interrupted, a bit frantically, “I promise, I won’t be a dick next time. If you or Spence needs to…I’ll stop, I…”
“Yeah, Sloane, I just…” Shane’s face was burning, and he felt tears prick at his eyes. He just wanted to get to his room. “It’s fine,” he finished, moving to get up the stairs.
“Yeah…yeah, OK,” Sloane nodded and stepped out of the way.
As brothers, they’d be fine. They’d both get past the events of the drive, though it would be a long, long time before Shane could laugh about it.
But for tonight, there was nothing more to say. |
This is a one-shot WWE fan fiction set in 2013. Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns need to defend their tag team titles on RAW, and Seth really needs to pee. Contains vulgar language.
Seth and Roman hurried down the hall from the locker room towards the elevator that would take them to a staging area, where they would wait to make their typical Shield entrance, through the crowd. They'd had a busy night so far, first an in-ring promo, then a backstage interview, and even camera time in the locker room with Dean before he left to defend his United States championship. Seth really needed to find a restroom; he hadn't had time for a piss break since RAW began. He caught sight of a handicapped restroom up ahead, and began running towards it. His tag team partner sprinted past him, and beat him to it. He threw his copy of their championship belts at Seth and left him outside. Seth knocked on the door. “Hurry up, I need to go, too.”
But, he didn't get a chance. Before Roman was out of the bathroom, the staging crew came, and told Seth he was late, and asked him where Roman was. He thumbed at the bathroom door. “I need to go, too.”
“There's no time,” Beth told him, and James knocked sharply on the bathroom door. “Come on, Roman, we gotta get going, now!”
“But I really need to piss,” he told James, and potty danced for effect.
“You're going to have to hold it, Seth,” James said, as he guided him and Roman towards the elevators.
Seth blushed. “I'm not sure I can.” He stepped on to the elevator and loosened his belt. “Thanks a lot, Roman.”
Roman shrugged. “I'm sorry, but... Every man for himself.”
“Right,” Seth agreed, and turned to Jesse, another member of the production team. “Please, can we stop at a men's room? I wouldn't ask if it wasn't really, really necessary.”
“We're already nearly two minutes behind,” Beth said, impatiently.
“But I haven't had a chance to go all night!” Seth snapped, and shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“Sorry, Seth, but there's nothing we can do about it,” Jesse told him, apologetically, as they got off the elevator and hurried toward the staging area, where security had already amassed. “You're just going to have to wait until your match is over.”
Seth and Roman's match against the Usos was slated to last about fifteen minutes, after the introductions, which tacked another five, ten minutes on to that, easily, not to mention the five, ten minutes he'd be standing in the staging area with Roman. “I won't be able to wait,” Seth told Jesse, as they walked through the rows of security guards.
Jesse looked at him sympathetically, and pulled Beth and James aside. “Seth really needs to pee.”
“Yes, we know,” Beth said.
“Well can't we do something for him?” Jesse asked, and Seth was happy to see someone going to bat for him.
“Seth, if you really can't wait until the match is over, go under the ring,” James told him, impatiently.
Roman heard that, and laughed, and Seth asked: “Really?” He bobbed up and down a little in the staging area, embarrassed in front of the fans who'd amassed. At least they were carrying on too loud to hear what Seth and the staging crew were discussing.
Beth gave him an impatient glare. “Seth, you've got three options. One, you can wait until your match is over. Two, you can pee under the ring. Or three, you can pee in your pants.”
Seth looked down at his black pants and special ops vest. Because of the vest, he couldn't see how swollen his bladder was, but he could sure feel it. He'd never had to piss so badly before, and realized it was a long way to the ring, he had to jump over a barrier and land in a forward roll, too. There was no way he'd be able to do it. “Seriously, I can't do my entrance like this!” He put a hand on his lower stomach. “I'll piss my pants, on live TV!”
“You're going to have to do your entrance,” Beth told him. “There's just no way around it. You can roll right under the ring once you get out there, but you'll have to be very quick.”
Seth shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Should I just go on the floor?”
“No, there will be a bucket down there, and empty bottles for your convenience.” She used her headset to communicate to the rest of the team that Seth would be slipping under the ring.
“I'm sorry,” Roman apologized to Seth. “I didn't know you had to go so badly.”
From the arena, the Shield theme song echoed, and Roman and Seth entered the arena. Down in the ring was Dean, celebrating his defense of his United States championship. Seth was blind to nearly everything, all of his efforts were focused on not pissing himself. Halfway to the ring, he handed off his title to Roman, and ran the rest of the way down the steps to launch himself over the barrier.
Just as he'd known it would be, it was too much for his bladder, and Seth was dismayed when he rolled under the ring and discovered he'd helplessly wet his pants at some point, enough to completely soak his boxer briefs, and wet his cargo pants. He couldn't find a bottle at first, either, he patted about in the darkness with one hand, the other holding his leaking cock. He knew he didn't have long. He found a bottle, and had to let go of his cock to uncap it. Piss gushed out on the floor before Seth could get the bottle in place. It began filling quickly.
Light and Dean's silhouette. “Seth, come on! Commercial break's almost over!”
“I need another bottle,” Seth said. “I haven't had a chance to piss all night.”
“Neither have I,” Dean snapped, uncharacteristically grumpy. “Get up, and bring me a chair from under there.”
Seth wasn't done, but he forced himself to stop, and roll out from under the ring with a chair for Dean to sit ringside in. He checked his pants quickly, he could barely see where they were wet, thank goodness. He still wanted to finish pissing, but he could wait until the match was over. He set up the chair, and joined Roman in the ring, in the opposite corner from Roman's cousins.
“Did you get to go?” Roman asked.
“A little bit. I'm still hurting, but I can function now.” Seth checked his pants again to make sure he wasn't visibly wet. He thought about asking Roman to look, too, but decided against it; better off to keep it a secret.
Roman gave him a sympathetic look and climbed through the ropes to stand on the apron, the bell rang, and Seth turned to face Jimmy Uso. Naturally, Seth quickly took control of the match, forgetting all about his predicament for awhile. He tagged in Roman, and they double-teamed Jimmy before Seth left the ring for the apron. He looked over at Dean, who was fidgeting in the chair, one leg bouncing, and staring intently at the match, Roman was being overtaken by his cousins. Dean, of course, would be getting involved, he was waiting for Jimmy to cover Roman. He looked at Seth and mouthed: I need to pee! Really didn't help Seth any, he wished he'd been able to completely empty his bladder, he no longer had the temporary distraction of being in the ring, and the more he worried about his situation, the more he needed to go. They were in commercial break right now, he could slip under the ring again, and piss on the floor, but again, it would only be a tease of real relief. Seth still had to tag back in and wrestle one more time, he was to score the winning pin on Jey, then the Shield had to close out their time on RAW with some tough poses and brotherly love.
Seth tried to watch the match, rather than think of the possibility he might piss himself. The halfway point was when Jimmy covered Roman, and Dean got out of the chair to pull him off. Roman crawled over to make the tag to Seth, giving him another sympathetic glance so brief the cameras would never catch it, and Seth had to suck it up and re-enter the ring. This was his big scene, he was the architect of the Shield, and it was time to get the match over with. Time to show off his signature moves, to show why he was the best.
He was pretty sure he pissed a little while he was on offense, but when Jimmy recovered enough to throw him into the turnbuckles, and then throw himself into Seth, Seth immediately folded to the canvas from the pain, curled on his side, clutching his belly. A, slow, steady, stream of piss was pouring from his cock. Seth's eyes filled with tears, it took so much effort to stop, it hurt too much to stop, but he had to stop, no one could ever know about this. He had to get up, Jimmy had almost reached Jey, the match was almost over. In five more minutes, their part in the show would be over, the lights would go down, and he could run off and piss, then, not now.
Seth managed to stop pissing, and got up slowly, his bladder aching. He was afraid to look down, to see if his latest accident was visible, but again, it really wasn't. He could only hope Jey wouldn't feel the wetness at some point. As Seth got down to pin Jey, he laid on the canvas before realizing he might leave a wet spot, but then decided he no longer cared, he just wanted the match over.
One, two, three, it was finally over. Roman and Dean came into the ring with him, all solidarity, and bromance as the universe cheered and screamed. “I'm going to pee my pants, seriously!” Dean told them.
“You're going to pee your pants?” Seth asked, as he posed, smiling for the fans and the cameras. “I need to go way worse than you do!”
Dean shook his head. “Nuh-uh, you got to slip under the ring.”
“It really didn't help much,” Seth admitted.
The lights went down. Roman held the ropes open for Dean and Seth, who both took off running for the back. Seth's bladder didn't want him to run, another gush escaped, and Seth had to stop on the entrance ramp and put all of his effort into not having that happen again. Roman caught up to him, SWAT vest dangling from one arm. He put his other arm around Seth. “Come on.”
Seth shook his head. “I can't.”
“Yes you can, come on. You can't just stand there all night,” Roman said, gently.
Seth knew Roman was right. Even though he wasn't ready, he started walking behind Roman. Piss began leaking out, steadily, and Seth jammed his hand into his pocket to hold himself at least somewhat discretely as he passed by production crew members, camera men, and fellow superstars. Thank goodness no one seemed to notice his condition. He followed Roman into the locker room, thank goodness only they were there, there were showers running, but no one witnessed Seth's mad dash to the trough besides Roman, who'd sat down on a bench and started unlacing his boots.
Even though he'd already pissed what felt like a huge amount into his pants, it still took him forever to empty his bladder. Afterwards, it still hurt. Seth took off his wet things, even his socks were wet, and folded them inside of his special ops vest. Naked, he tried to open the janitor's closet, he wanted a trash bag to put wet clothes in. He was out of luck, it was locked. He'd have to put them in his bag as they were.
Blushing, he came from the toilet area with his clothes and boots tucked under his arm. He could wrap them in his towel, but he needed to shower first. His crotch and legs felt very sticky. The room smelled like Roman's Axe body spray. Roman had changed into jeans and a black club shirt, and was fixing his black-spaghetti hair in a sturdy man bun. “Better now?” He asked Seth, after two of the showers running had stopped.
“Yeah,” Seth replied. One of his boots was slipping from his grasp. When he went to grab it, he dropped the other boot, and the pile of wet clothes, right at Roman's feet. The clothes unfolded, and put Seth's wet drawers on display, just as Jimmy and Jey came from the showers, wrapped in towels. Seth was frozen, naked and vulnerable. Swiftly, Roman swept the wet clothes into his open locker, and Seth picked up his boots.
“Ain't you gonna shower, cuz?” Jimmy asked Roman.
“We're going out, you should come, too,” Jey added, as he got dressed.
Seth wrapped his towel around his hips. Roman declined his cousin's offer. “Not on a Monday, we still gotta get through tomorrow.”
“What about you, Seth?” Jimmy asked.
“Thanks, but I'm beat. It's been a long night.” Seth truly was exhausted by his ordeal, he was still getting over having dumped his armload of evidence. The last shower shut off.
“Let's go, Dean!” Jimmy shouted into the shower area, and shortly Dean came running, drying himself off as he ran. He used his towel to slap Jimmy's ass as he bent over the bench to zip his bag.
“Ain't nobody dope as me, I fell so fresh and so clean, clean,” Dean sang, and he pulled on tighty whities and tight jeans.
“Do you really need to sing that every single time you come out of a shower?” Roman asked, and Seth, Jimmy, and Jey laughed.
Seth felt okay now. No one but Roman knew what happened. When Dean left with the twins, Roman handed Seth his clothes.
“Oh, god, you didn't get your hands wet, did you? I'm sorry.” Seth blushed, miserably.
“Bro, it's just piss, little more than hot water. It's sterile. And, it washes right off,” Roman said simply, and went to wash his hands.
Seth thought about it, Roman was right. He could shower later, at the hotel. He dropped the towel, and began getting dressed. He'd pissed himself, and the world hadn't come to an end. Roman gave him a one-armed hug. “You all good?”
Seth zipped up his bag. “Yeah, let's get out of here.” |
It was a nice summer day, a man named Todomatsu was working his best at the Sutubaa Café. He worked there will two girls, Aida, and Sacchi. Sometimes, a man named Atushi would go to the Café. Todomatsu was good friends with him amd also had a sercret crush on Atsushi.
It was packed at the Sutubaa, there was a long line of people waiting to make their orders. Todomatsu kept drinking a lot of cold water to beat the heat. He didn't keep track of how much he was drinking, and he'd regret it later. "It's such a nice day, isn't it, Totty?" Aida said as she leaned on the counter. "Definitely!" Todomatsu said with a bright smile on his face. He was cleaning the counters when he noticed a slight urge to use the bathroom. He starred off into space. "Damn it! I was just on my break, I have another hour until my next one. It's not that bad anyway, I can hold it." Todomatsu thought to himself. "Are you okay Todo-kun?" Sacchi asked with a look of concern on her face. "I'm fine, don't worry about it." Todomatsu replied nervously.
Todomatsu knew he was done for. Ever since birth we was cursed with the weakess bladder. His older brothers always teased him about how often he'd pee himself or wet the bed. He was bladder shy and would never tell anyone about his urge. Even at school he was too embarassed. He would not even tell his mother or father if he had to go. He's not very good at hiding his desperation, when his brothers find out they sometimes would make him wet hiself on purpose just to humiliate him.
He started trembling and blushing. He squeezed his legs together a bit and continued taking orders. He shifted as he took a women's order. "Are you sure you're okay, Todo-kun?" Sacchi asked. "I could take over for you if you'd like." Todomatsu looked at Sacchi and gave her a nervous smile. "N-no, that's okay. I'm f-fine." He replied while clenching his teeth. Sacchi shruged and continued doing her work and chatting with Aida at the same time. Just them, five recognizable faces came through the door. "Great! Just great!" Todomatsu mumbled to himself. "This day cannot get any worse, can it?"
Todomatsu's five older brothers came to visit. "Hey, Totty!" Osomatsu said as he ruffled his youngest brothers hair. "Are you having a good day so far?" He rubbed his nose. Todomatsu was about to answer but his need was getting worse. He blushed brighter and looked at the clock. "Forty more minutes..." He said to himself. Osomatsu looked confused. "Forty more minutes until what?" he asked being the nosy brother he was. "Th-that's none of your business!" Todomatsu said annoyed. Osomatsu walked away and sat with the rest of his brothers.
Todomatsu shifted around as he worked. He started grabbing himself from time to time. He tried thinking of something to take his mind of his urge, but he couldn't. He was whimpering and whining, hoping no one would notice him, especially his brothers. "Do you need a break? We can give you one if you need one." Aida said to Todomatsu. "I already t-told you...I-I'm fine." Aida gave Totty a confused look. "Alright. Can you deliver this tray over to your brothers?" She asked handing him a tray with desserts and drinks on it. "Y-yeah, sure." He grabbed the tray and slowly walked over to his brothers, hunched over a bit. "I'm so doomed!" He whispered to himself. He squeezed his legs tighter than before and moaned.
He placed the tray on the table and turned around. "Hey wait a second." Choromatsu said. "Come talk to your older brothers for a minute." Totty started dancing around and moving his legs up and down. "Wh-what do guys want?" He asked biting his bottom lip. His brothers knew what was going on, they knew about Totty's urge. Osomatsu smiled and looked at Todomatsu. "Why a-are you looking at me like that?" Totty asked, nervously. He was still trembling, at this point he couldn't stop. His brothers didn't give a reply, instead one of them stood up. It was Karamatsu, he was usally th nicest brother, but he wanted to embarass Totty. "K-Karamatsu Nii-san, wh-what are you doing?!" Totty asked while being frightened. Karamatsu didn't reply. He pushed Todomatsu's bladder and laughed. Todomatsu let out a small squirt and gasped in horror. He could feel a wet spot forming on his jeans. He looked at a few small drops that hit the floor and blushed.
All his brothers laughed. "Looks like somone needs pee~" Ichimatsu teased. "Haha! Nii-san is weak!" Jyushimatsu said as he pressed on Todo's bladder. Another few drops hit the ground and Totty's legs started shaking. "G-guys, please s-stop." Todomatsu pleaded. His eyes were filling with tears as he noticed a bigger wet spot on his jeans. Choromatsu chuckled a bit at his youngest brother. Totty walked away slowly and looked at the clock again. "Crap! Twenty more minutes." He mumbled as he grabbed himself while walking back to the counter. Osomatsu walked up to Todomatsu and grabbed him in a headlock. "Hey Totty~" he said. Todomatsu gulped and looked at Oso. "There's something we gotta show you!" He exclaimed as he dragged his brother.
Todomatsu whined and kicked the ground. "Nii-san! Let me go!" He cried as his bladder kept getting worse and worse by the second. "Heh heh, okay." Osomatsu let go of Totty. Todomatsu sighed in relief. Just then Jyushimatsu heald Totty in an ocotopus hold. Everyone in the café was watching, even Aida and Sacchi. "It's alright everyone! We're only playing!" Karamatsu shouted. Todomatsu squirmed and whined. He was on the verge of crying. Ichimatsu grabbed Todo's phone and started showing Totty pictures of waterfalls that Todomatsu had taken pictures of.
His desperation was getting worse by looking at the pictures. He kept kicking the ground and wailing. His break was in 5 minutes and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd last. "Guys! P-please stop it! I'm about to pee myself!" He yelled. Everyone and Sutubaa could hear him. Some people started laughing. Jyushimatsu finally let go of Todo and laughed. "Nii-san is no fun!"
Todomatsu danced around again and starting walking to the bathroom while grabbing himself. As we walked he squirted a bit. He suddenly stopped walking and his eyes widend. "No!" He shouted as his face turned bright red. "Th-this can't be happening! No, not now!"
His eyes filled with tears as a yellow warm flow of liquid streamed down his legs. His face was am even brighter red than before. He felt his face burning. His legs were shaking and his heart was racing. He panted, he did think it felt good to finally relase his bladder, but we was still embarassed. Everyone was looking at him, even one of his brothers was filming and taking pictures. The stream finally stopped. A giant yellow puddle was around his feet.
He fell on his knees and started crying. His brothers laughed at him and teased them. "Totty?! Are you okay?!" Aida and Sacchi exclaimed as they ran over with towels. Osomatsu walked over to the two girls trying to help the poor Todomatsu, who was still crying. "He's fine." Oso began as he rubbed her nose. "He wets himself all the time. Out of our entire family, he's got the weakest bladder. And sadly for him, he's bladder shy. And geez, he wets the bed all the time, almost every night. And he's frightened so easily that he'll piss himself." Osomatsu laughed and was about to keep talking about his brother's bladder problems.
"Shut up!" Totty screamed as he still cried. Osomatsu walked away while looking at his brother. "Jeez". Totty knew that had to of been the worst day of his life. He thought nothing could worse, but of course, it did. Todomatsu's crush, Atsushi, saw the whole thing and heard everything Oso said. Totty started crying even louder than he already was. His brothers stopped laughing and felt bad for his brother.
Atsushi kneeled down next to Todomatsu. Atsushi patted Totty on the back and started comforting him. "Shhh, it's okay." He whispered while rubbing Todo's back. He started to clam down, his face was still burning but he was feeling better. Atushi helped Totty up and hugged him. "I'll drive you home," Atsushi said. Totty looked at Atushi and gave a small smile. "O-okay..." He sniffled and whiped his tears away. |
So this was just a goofy one shot that I wanted to do. Tell me what you thought of it. Formatting was weird, so I apologize if that becomes an issue on your end.
The lazy slumber of the bed room was suddenly interrupted by the incessant blare of the alarm clock. As fast as a thunderbolt hand struck out, silencing the alarm before being snatched back into the mound of blankets atop the bed.
“Too early for reality.” A voice grumbled. Then, as if to completely contradict that statement the blankets suddenly were thrown aside and a young woman emerged. In a flash of movement, the dark haired girl leaped from the bed, discarding a baggy t-shirt and panties she had been wearing in exchange for a fresh set of clothes. “Today is the day!” She exclaimed ashe switched on her smart phone.
A brief loading screen appeared bearing the minimalistic image of a boy walking across a bridge, unaware of the blue sea monster rising from the water in front of him. The image read “Remember to be alert at all times. Stay aware of your surroundings.” Then, as the blue bar reached its end, Autumn Rose’s pokemon journey began.
Armed with a portable charger and a full bottle of water, Autumn left her house in search of the fantastical creatures of her childhood. Disregarding the trio of starters Autumn continued onwards until the elusive Pikachu would appear. If she was going to start her journey, she would start it right.
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“Where is the stupid Eevee?” Autumn groaned. She continued the same path she had been going down for what felt like an eternity. The sun had grown low in the sky since she had started out the day and she already had quite a few great catches, and just one more Eevee and she could finally get a Vaporean. Unfortunately, she also began to catch up on all the water she drank.
Autumn used hold back.
Autumn paused her pursuit a moment, shaking her hips side to side to relieve some of the pressure that began to well up in her abdomen. Taking a deep breath Autumn pressed on. Another block and she finally found her treasure.
Autumn’s bladder used struggle.
Taking the time to stop and try and catch the Eevee was hell on Autumn’s bladder. She winced at her bladder’s demand for her attention.
Autumn used tail whip.
Doubled over, autumn shook her butt back and forth, trying to maintain in control of her bladder. Maintaining this humiliating position was just enough to stay dry while staying still enough to catch the Eevee. Autumn grinned wildly as she evolved her highest Eevee, Rainer, into her favorite pokemon: Vaporean.
Autumn’s bladder used pound. Autumn ran away.
A sudden, sharp pang ended Autumn’s celebration. Moving quickly, she turned around back towards her house. She prayed that her short, awkward steps would be enough to carry her home dry.
Autumn used helping hand.
Autumn’s face was hot, but she lowered a free hand and pressed it into her crotch to help maintain control. “Nineteen years old and I’m holding myself like a baby.” Autumn blew her bangs out her eyes.
The hobble home was too long for Autumn’s comfort. With each moment she wasn’t in her bathroom the need to go was getting stronger and stronger.
Autumn’s bladder used torment.
Autumn whimpered as the bloated, pain in her stomach continued its torture on its host. Her desperation was no longer a steady ebb and flow but a constant ache, and tug at her attention. Her eyes occasionally flicked towards the screen of her phone in hopes of seeing a rare pokemon, but mainly stayed forward, in a glazy desperation filled haze. Her legs trembled.
Autumn used wrap.
Autumn’s desperation brought her to a standstill to cross her legs. She bit her lip softly. She was beginning to question if she would be able to make it all the way home. Autumn’s eyes shot to her phone when it buzzed. A jigglypuff is nearby.
Autumn used endure.
Autumn would not let this opportunity go. She went towards her best estimate of where the jigglypuff would be. Her bladder would have to deal.
Autumn’s bladder used play rough.
Autumn’s bladder did not seem content to just ‘deal.’ A sudden and continuous throb plagued the poor dark haired youth.
Autumn used arm thrust.
Autumn’s hand rocked back between her legs. She was not thrilled about the arrangement but it helped her stay dry. She kept moving toward the jigglypuff.
Autumn’s bladder used barrage.
Autumn whimpered at the sudden onslaught of desperation from her bladder. Barely able to continue forward she stopped again. A wild jigglypuff appeared!
Autumn used bind.
Desperate or not Autumn was going to catch the pokemon. Her legs coiled around each other. Autumn trembled. Her shaking hand could barely flick her surplus of pokeballs at the jigglypuff.
Autumn’s bladder used splash.
Autumn used crush grip.
Autumn’s hand dug into her crotch, following the release of a spurt of hot pee into her panties. Thankfully the amount was only enough to dampen her underwear. Autumn trembled. Each flick of the pokeball so close, yet so far from capturing Jigglypuff.
Autumn’s bladder used water gun.
A second, slightly longer spurt completely wet Autumn’s underwear. The next release just might be the last.
Autumn used quiver dance.
Autumn’s trembling body shook and bounced. She shifted her weight from one foot to the next. Her knees rubbed together. Her hand pushed into her crotch. Doubled over, her butt bobbed in the air. Upright her body rocked back and forth. The end was near.
Autumn’s bladder used aqua jet.
A sudden gush left a dark patch, the size of a pokeball on Autumn’s lap. She could feel the warmth and wetness on her hand.
Autumn used flail. Autumn used constrict.
Autumn bounced from foot to foot. A sudden, awkward and spastic dance gave Autumn just enough control to pretzel her legs together hard enough to crush stone, and stay dry.
Autumn’s bladder used hydro pump.
Not for long though. Just as she gained control another longer stream of pee spilled down her leg. A shimmery wet patch spread down her thigh.
Autumn used defense curl.
Autumn whimpered. She fell to her knees and curled into a ball. Her body shook and convulsed her finger just barely flicked the pokeball that finally caught jigglypuff.
Autumn used bounce.
In a sudden rush of mindless exhilaration Autumn leaped into the air in joy.
Autumn’s bladder used water fall.
Just as Autumn touched down the floodgates open.
Autumn used rain dance.
Autumn desperately danced, trying to regain control. With each defiant, and trembling movement a golden cascade poured from Autumn’s pee hole.
Autumn’s bladder used soak.
Autumn’s jeans used absorb.
In a few seconds Autumn’s jeans glistened with her humiliation. The hot wetness spread down her legs. Her jeans darkened as the fabric thirstily absorbed the pee, displaying her humiliation to all who could see her and her quite saturated jeans.
Autumn’s bladder used surf.
The trickling stream of pee splattered across the ground beneath autumn, a puddle of urine pooling beneath her feet.
Autumn’s continence fainted.
Nineteen years old and Autumn had wet herself in public. Autumn couldn’t believe she had lost to her own bladder… but hey she caught a jigglypuff. |
My husband Mark and I had been first dating and then thinking about getting more serious. Part of that was the trip to meet his parents for the first time.
To say I was nervous was an understatement. This was a Big Step, and one I wanted to go well. But I knew there would be some issues. Mark's parents are very conservative, and he had told me they wanted him to come back home, join the family business, and marry a nice local girl. And I was the wicked big city woman who was luring him away.
I dressed conservatively. I mean, no way would I ordinarily put on a dress and pantyhose for a four hour car ride.
I also made the mistake of drinking too much iced tea in the car. We stopped for gas just outside the city where it was cheaper, and I got a big gulp style drink, underestimating both the length of the trip and my nerves.
There was no problem for most of the journey. Mark and I talked, mostly him reassuring me about his parents and warning me about some landmines: politics, religion, sex, him moving home, his mother's cooking, alcohol and drugs, his dad's tool collection, his mother's sister Frances, and on and on. The list kept getting longer, and I kept getting more worried.
With about an hour left to go, I started feeling the effects of the iced tea I had been sipping. I was still shy about my body and bodily needs, so I didn't say anything to Mark for the longest time.
When were about a half hour away, I decided I'd better say something if I wasn't going to arrive in a totally desperate state.
I asked if we could make a stop before we arrived, pointing to the empty 32oz cup.
We'd left after work so it was getting late. Mark was (is) kind of obsessed about getting there on time and not making his parents upset. "Can't you just wait 'til we're there?" I reluctantly shut up and shut down and just concentrated on seeing it through.
The next half hour became increasingly unpleasant. With each passing mile my anxiety about the upcoming meeting increased, and with each passing minute my bladder kept asserting its need for relief with greater and greater urgency.
I began to wonder how this was going to work out. I rocked back and forth in my seat, and began to silently pray: for Mark's parents to like me, for the visit to be ok, and for my bladder to quit being so insistent, but just cooperate long enough to say hello and get in the door.
Mark kept pointing out landmarks from his childhood, even though it was dark and you couldn't really see them, and helpfully(!) giving me the countdown. It was only another 10 minutes, then just a few minutes more, then finally we could see the old farmhouse down the road.
I was ready to bust as we went up the long driveway. As we hurriedly got out of the car, I tried my best to look calm and collected even though my bladder was screaming "You have one minute from RIGHT NOW!"
They had seen the car headlights and were waiting for us on the porch. Mark made the introductions and I tried not to shake with urgency and keep my voice level. "So glad to meet you," I said. We sized each other up and I knew I was on shaky ground. They were suspicious, and I was about to unleash a flood of urine on their front porch.
"Mom and Dad, I know we'd all like to get acquainted right here and now, but Diane needs a break after the long ride." I could have kissed him and killed him at the same time. Sheepishly I said I needed to visit the rest room. "Of course, dear," Mark's mother said, with a sympathetic twinkle in her eye. "I'll show you to your room."
She led me inside, and now it was a slow motion race. She told me Mark would be in his old room, and I would have the guest room, which was larger and more airy. As she led me up the narrow staircase, my bladder, anticipating imminent release, began to moisten my panties as I considered pushing her down and climbing over her. I knew it was a matter of seconds here, and just had to will myself to stop long enough to get to the toilet.
At the top of the stairs she paused, and said "Your room is at the end of the hall, and the bath is right here if you need it."
I sure did! I mumbled thanks and quickly pushed inside, seconds away from relief as I closed the door behind me.
Only to discover several things.
1) It's really dark in the country.
2) Old farmhouses do not always have light switches next to the door. Or anywhere else. Sometimes all they have is a pullchain which you'll only find when you've lived there all your life or the light is already on.
3) Even a small room is big in the dark.
4) It was going to be way beyond embarrassing to meet my potential future in-laws having wet myself IN THEIR FREAKING BATHROOM!
5) My bladder did not care about any of these things.
Plunged into darkness, my bladder throbbing, I tried in vain to find first the light, and then the toilet. But my bladder knew it was in the bathroom, and that was good enough. As much as I tried to hold it back, one gush followed another, dampening my panties, moistening my thighs, until it was pointless. Even as I was silently screaming to myself, "No, no, no," I had to give up and just let it flow unrestrained down my legs.
A strange calm came over me. For a moment there was nothing but the warm relief pouring out of me. My calves were mountain hillsides as the summer storm ran off them. As it ran into my shoes, I knew that under my feet was one of those fuzzy bathroom rugs that was going to be a bitch to clean.
Once the flow finally slowed, I felt around carefully with my hands and located the toilet bowl, approximately one foot from where I had been standing.
I peeled down my wet pantyhose and undies and sat on the pot. I managed a few weak little tinkles to salvage about half an iota of self-respect, which was instantly drowned in the waves of shame which washed over me.
After a few minutes there was a knock at the door. "Are you alright, honey?" Mark's mother asked quietly.
I was instantly three years old again, as I gathered myself to reply, "Um, could you please ask Mark to bring me my suitcase? I'm sorry, but I've had a little accident."
Twelve years, one wedding, and two grandkids later, most of my fears about the in-laws proved to be groundless. They're (usually) perfectly nice people.
The one thing I wish they'd change, though, is the way with every visit, they always insist on rushing me inside so I can "relax" after my journey. “I know you must need to freshen up,” mom winks. |
Here's something I wrote a couple of years ago but never posted...
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Tiffany had a problem
Not her tendency to drink too much - although that was part of the problem.
Not the fact that she was going home alone again - although that was part of the problem.
Not the fact that she'd gotten turned around and stepped on the wrong subway and had wasted 10 minutes headed 180° in the wrong direction - although that was part of the problem.
Not even the fact that, now that she was on the right train headed in the right direction, they were being held in the tunnel because of a signal problem - although that, too, was part of the problem.
No, Tiffany's real, immediate, most pressing problem was that she had thought she would be home quickly, and she made a decision to enter the subway despite having to relieve herself of an evening's worth of liquid refreshments.
Now she was in severe danger of relieving herself of those liquid refreshments in front of 20 or 30 strangers all over the floor of the F train.
"Fuck fuck fuck," she said to herself. "Why did I get myself into this situation?"
It was a rhetorical question which she didn't bother to answer, as a new spell of urgency swept over her.
She walked back to examine the map, as if another look might somehow transform East Broadway to Carroll St., but really because moving helped her keep in control. She had not been desperate like this since that unfortunate incident on the sixth grade field trip. And she was not going to repeat that kind of embarrassment again.
Tiff willed her bladder shut, and visualized a lock that could not be opened except by the sight of a real toilet. Or maybe a dark spot behind a dumpster. Or between two parked cars. Or ANYTHING except where she was right now.
The announcement you could barely hear reiterated the fact that they were being held due to a signal problem. Tiffany's bladder was being held, too, but it was sending all the wrong signals.
"This is not happening," Tiff thought, as she looked anxiously around. There was no place she could go. The doors between cars were locked. Worse, all her activity was drawing the attention of her fellow riders. The ordinary NYC subway cool could not stand up against a desperate girl in a glitter dress prancing through the subway car.
She couldn't help it, though. Without clenching her legs, rocking back and forth, and nervous pacing, she had no chance of making it to the next station, forget about making it home.
No matter how obvious her struggle was, the train sat silently in the dark tunnel.
Tiffany knew it was only a matter of minutes. Maybe it would help if she sat down, so she said "Excuse me," and squeezing into one of the few open seats, between an older black lady and a young Spanish guy with a neck tattoo.
This did not really help, for she could not keep still. The pressure on her bladder demanded that she fight to remain in control, and that meant fidgeting, toe-tapping, squirming, and jostling her seatmates. A flush of desperation came over her, and to hold it in, Tiffany bent over to hug her torso tight to her legs.
"Are you alright, honey?" the old lady asked. "I'm fine!," Tiff hissed through gritted teeth. But she was not fine. She had almost started to pee right then. It would be bad enough to wet herself, but sharing her piss with that nice old lady and tattoo boy was not an option.
Tiffany popped up again and quickly moved to stand by one of the doors. She couldn't help it if everyone wanted to watch, every ounce of attention had to be directed at one thing: keeping her piss in its place long enough to avoid complete and utter public humiliation. Her bladder was throbbing. It was only a matter of time, but Tiffany was not giving up.
She resolved not to hold herself, but tightly she locked her legs together. It was looking increasingly unlikely that she could wait long enough to find a restroom. Even if the train started this very second, they’d have to get to the next station, Tiffany would have to exit the train, run upstairs, and find an establishment with a bathroom that she could get into without soaking her leggings. At some point she must have realized this was not going to happen.
It could have been the point where, with her bladder about to make the decision for her, Tiffany decided it would be best to let a little bit out. But when there is so much pent-up demand, it is hard to let just a little bit go. Before Tiff could stop, her crotch was very wet. At least she managed to avert a full release. So maybe she still held out hope.
Or it may have been several moments later when, her bladder having been teased with release, demanded more. With a spasm, another rush of urine shot out of poor Tiff, this time against her will. And this time not only escaping her body, but jetting through her leggings and falling to the floor. Tiffany looked, unbelieving, at the undeniable evidence of her distress now between her feet. Maybe no one else would notice, she thought, before becoming again preoccupied with her desperate struggle to hold on just a little while longer, as her swollen bladder kept insistently demanding relief, threatening moment by moment to burst through again.
But it certainly happened when, all of a sudden, the train gave a small jerk and slowly started to move. This was when Tiff knew that all her her efforts would be in vain. Her holding capacity had been stretched to the limit and she now felt it coming, Even if the train was to somehow attain lightspeed, her feet were still fated to be bathed in her unwanted piss.
As the train slowly gathered steam, she could no longer contain her bladder, and Tiffany started to pee herself. First another spurt further moistening her underthings, then another, and then her control was completely gone. The pee flowed freely from her, hot and shameful down her legs, the greater part bursting free to fall from under her dress hem to splatter loudly on the subway floor.
It seems to go on for a looong time. Tiffany just stood there as she pissed. She looked helplessly down at what was happening to her. For a moment it was almost as if it was happening to someone else.
She could see the spray of pee descending from her, to splash in the growing pool between her feet. She saw the stray trickle that had traced its course down her right leg.
But Tiffany was no dispassionate observer. That trickle she saw run down her leg, she also felt running over her foot and into her shoe. She felt the warm wetness on her legs and the drops hitting her ankles. And she shuddered at the vast feeling of relief as her tortured bladder emptied itself. All the pain and anxiety drained away, replaced by the freedom of losing control. She was pissing herself on the F train, and there was not a thing she or anybody else could do about it.
Of course, the rest of the subway car could hardly ignore what she was doing. Tiffany was aware of the stares. Even the ones pretending not to look were intently "not looking."
Tiffany could almost care less. This might be the single most embarrassing moment of her life. But it felt so good to finally let go.
She knew that in a minute reality would set in. She would have to look up, see the people who just watched her piss herself, who would have to step over or around the lake of piss she'd left on the floor of the subway car. She would have to make her way out of the subway, and make the four block walk of shame from the station to her apartment.
But that would come soon enough. Right now, Tiffany just felt good. What are a few stares, compared to the blissful release of finally letting it all go? She might be soaked, but her bladder was at peace.
Edited August 6, 2016 by Country Man
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The Ouran High School Host Club, where the school's most handsome boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful. And somehow, honor student Haruhi Fujioka had become a part of this self-indulgent activity.
In all respects, Haruhi was a special enough student to earn the admiration from Ouran's students that was expected of a host. An honor student, Haruhi was a lower-class member of society who was admitted to the academy due to high grades, and in the first day, had even earned the attention of the hosts after wandering into their clubroom. There was just one thing separating Haruhi from the established hosts: Haruhi was a girl.
Ladies shouldn't have even been allowed to join the Host Club, given their mission of entertaining the women of the school, but Haruhi had recently become the exception, because Club President Tamaki Suoh had taken a liking to her and totally didn't take forever to realize her sex. And the eight million yen vase she accidentally broke and needed to work off. So, against all of her wishes, she now had to hang around the self-absorbed rich pretty boys as a host.
But the exception for her gender only applied to being allowed to join the club, the school couldn't know there was a hostess among them, so Haruhi needed to pretend to be a guy. Not that she particularly cared, she really didn't care what people saw her as, but she didn't like faking it. However, it was still happening, today was her first day on the job learning to be a proper host.
Tamaki had told her, “the best way to learn is through action,” so he “graciously” had given her no instruction and instead thrown her into the fire with some guests to entertain. And being a new host, of course there were plenty of ladies eager to meet the recruit, which meant Haruhi had a day's work ahead of her. Now, she was sitting on one of the room's many couches with a couple women there for her.
“So Haruhi, Kyoya says you're a commoner,” one of her guests asked. “How did you come about attending Ouran Academy?”
Man, these rich people really love rubbing in my lack of money, Haruhi mentally grumbled. But she needed to make these women enjoy their time with her to pay off the vase, so she had to be nice. “I want to become a lawyer, like my mother was, and help support my father.”
At the mere mention of her noble intent, every guest with her began fawning. “Oh, that's so sweet,” they all fangirled in unison. “How cute of you to take the daughter's position of taking after your mother!” Are these girls really blind to not see through this disguise? All I'm doing is wearing the boy's uniform. Okay, I've got a naturally deep voice, short hair, plain features...no chest, but they should know better. She knew her body was fairly androgynous, but was it really so easy to make people believe she was male?
How the hell do the rest of these guys deal with this? Considering she was a newbie, Haruhi was studying the more experienced hosts for some kind of guidance. The problem was, each host had a unique way of dealing with their ladies, one that played to their individual personalities, Haruhi couldn't copy them wholesale.
So who could she take the most inspiration from? Tamaki had the most womanizing charm, she couldn't pull that off. She didn't have a partner to do what the Hitachiin twins did, not cute enough for Honey's schtick, not quiet enough for either Kyoya or Mori...okay, maybe she'd have to be a little more original. However, she could see one shared characteristic between all of them; they were all drinking tea. How stereotypically rich can you be? But, if all of them were doing it, clearly that had to be the expected action. She had a teapot and a few teacups on the table in front of her, so she reached over to pour some. “Would any of you like some tea?”
She got a few affirmative responses, so she delicately filled the correct amount of cups and handed the tiny plates they sat on to her patrons. Haruhi had always enjoyed hot beverages, moreso the instant coffee that was oh so fascinating to the Host Club, but tea was good too. Very carefully as to not burn her tongue, she slowly sipped the drink.
“You're a natural at this, Haruhi.” Almost spitting out the liquid, Haruhi fearfully turned to find the speaker, and discovered Tamaki sitting next to her on the couch, in a place she knew was occupied by someone else a moment before. “Your first day, and you carry yourself with the poise and elegance of a professional.” He smiled at her, eyes half-closed like he was trying to seduce her. And he probably is.
“Senpai, don't sneak up on me like that,” Haruhi asked, incredibly irritated and smacking him over the armrest of the couch. And all the girls giggled and found it cute. That settles it, the women at this school are nuts, she concluded, drinking more tea. But at least the refreshments are good.
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The refreshments were too good. Haruhi had to entertain a lot of ladies, and to look proper while doing it, she kept drinking tea, along with some of the “fascinating” instant coffee whenever she felt ready to collapse from the surreal insanity of it all. In a result that she absolutely should have seen coming before now, Haruhi urgently needed to pee.
Someone should have told me how long I'd be working without a break. Don't we have classes to go to? Or, honestly she'd believe it, these men were so beautiful they were allowed to skip class. And someone really should have reminded me how much of a diuretic tea is. Of course she knew that fact well before now, it just slipped her mind while she was drinking.
Naturally, she couldn't just leave to use the restroom now. It would be “impolite” to leave her guests waiting, and they kept coming in droves, anxious to converse with the host-in-training. So, she'd just had to bear it until she had the free time, no one to attend to before she could answer nature's call.
Or perhaps not, as even when she'd have the opportunity, Haruhi was currently acting as the opposite gender. She couldn't just walk into the women's bathroom, or gossip and rumors would spread so fast she'd be thrown out of the Host Club before she could pull her pants down. While she'd normally welcome that, she did need to pay off the kind of debt no actual job could handle.
“Looks like Haruhi's uncomfortable,” Hikaru whispered behind her right ear.
“Looks like it. Must be those newbie jitters,” Kaoru responded in matching volume, though to Haruhi's left side.
Haruhi looked like she was about to beat the crap out of the twins, barely containing the rage on her face. “Will you two shut up?! I'm trying to work here!”
In perfect unison, Hikaru and Kaoru put their hands up, acting like they were innocent. “Touchy subject.” “Yeah, women will never like a man with such a short temper.” “You need to get a sense of humor, Haruhi.” She wasn't even sure which one of them was talking anymore.
A veteran user of snark, Haruhi had a comeback pretty quickly. “I don't have a short temper, just a low tolerance for annoying.” Okay, perhaps that wasn't her best show, but she had to pee badly, what would you expect? And she realized how weak the retort was, because she went silent, very subtly rubbing her thighs together to keep pressure down.
“Are you feeling well, Haruhi,” one of the women asked. “You look a little pale.”
Wow, how obvious am I? She put on a fake, comforting smile to throw suspicion off. “It's just my first time doing something like this,” she excused away. Improv a little to really knock them away... “I'm a bit nervous being suddenly surrounded by lovely ladies like yourselves.” Wow, that sounded corny. And out of character.
But because the girls at this school are predictable and simple-minded, it worked like a charm. All of them squealed and swooned, even stealing the attention from some of the other hosts. One of them almost fainted. Man, if all I have to do is emulate trashy romance novels, this'll be the easiest eight million yen anyone's ever made. Assuming she could not completely ruin her reputation and avoid peeing her pants. Not even her pants, unless it was an unspoken transaction she had not been made aware of.
Haruhi was about to pick up the teacup again for another drink, only to keep up appearances, but she wisely thought better of it. She would have to avoid any more drinks to have a chance of making it home without an accident.
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She had no idea how much time passed, she was just a little bit distracted, but the school day was over, and Haruhi finally dismissed her final guest, well after every other host was freed. And in that time, Haruhi made mistakes. Not just social ones, though she was apparently such a natural that it wasn't enough to make any girls wary, but she got thirsty and drank more tea as such. She knew it would be a terrible idea at the time, that she'd regret it immensely later, but she needed the hydration after all the talking she was doing. Honestly, it was a miracle no one had noticed her increasingly bad squirming.
“You did rather impressively for a first-timer, Haruhi,” Kyoya praised, holding and scribbling on a notepad.
“Like I said, Haruhi's a natural for this,” Tamaki flattered. “The ladies are going to be swarming all over you!”
“That's not something I've ever wanted,” Haruhi complained. “But if it gets me out of here faster, I'm happy for that.”
Honey ran over with his stuffed bunny Usa-chan and grabbed her left hand, pulling her arm. “Haru-chan, I've still got some cake left over! Come have some with me!”
Admittedly, something more solid would be good to return consistency to Haruhi's stomach contents, so she moved to take advantage of Honey's offer. Her lower back muscles were exercised for the first time in hours, and with their force, a chill coursed through her veins. Sitting almost perfectly still, her bladder found the time to get comfortable and not bother her so much. Relatively, of course, she could still tell how full she was while perfectly sedentary, but it had nothing on the sudden force exerted when she attempted to stand. Crap, I...I really have to pee! Somehow she stood straight, but that didn't last long before her knees buckled and her posture faltered, as well as shaking.
With everyone's attention on her, that was caught in the second it happened. Tamaki in particular rushed to her side, supporting her with his hands and picking her up. “Haruhi! Are you hurt?!”
Haruhi pushed him away, no more stable than before his assistance. “I'm fine, Senpai. Just gonna piss my pants, that's all.” Every syllable was coated in frustration, creating a shell of anger thick enough to stop bullets.
Tamaki stepped back, still a little surprised at her bluntness. “Oh. Well...I understand you were busy, but if it was getting bad, you could have asked for some assistance. We would have taken care of things for a few minutes.”
“Yes, because I'm so keen on letting guys I barely know in on my personal issues. And it wouldn't matter if I did, I have to hold it until I get home. Can't use the girl's bathroom, you know?” Now that they all knew, Haruhi didn't hesitate to be more obvious in her desperation, grabbing her crotch and bouncing her knees.
Clued in, the other members of the Host Club all looked sympathetic to Haruhi's plight, though uncomfortable with now being a part of a private concern such as this. Except for Mori, with his usual brand of stoicism. After a few seconds of Haruhi quietly struggling and no one else sure how to help or comfort her, Mori spoke. “Why don't you just use the men's bathroom?”
That possibility had occurred to no one. A lifetime of conditioning to use their gender's restroom left the idea of using the other's far away from normal thought. Haruhi, in particular, was pretty angry that such an, in hindsight, obvious solution escaped her this whole time. She couldn't move after hearing that, the shock having paralyzed her, but she got over it remarkably quickly and started rushing fast as she could out of the music room the club used to find the closest bathroom.
However, just as she was passing Tamaki, he stopped her. “A lady should never use the men's restroom, Haruhi! We'll think of another solution!”
Haruhi was not having that. “Senpai, no offense, but if you don't let me go now, you're going to be the one cleaning up the mess.” Once again, she demonstrated her unpredictable strength by shoving Tamaki away quite far, opening the path to her exit with no one else caring to stop her.
Haruhi was so thankful she was attentive, because even with this being her third day on this campus with little time in this hall, she knew where the nearest bathroom was and was hurrying in its direction as fast as her pained body could take her. Miraculously, it wasn't that far, though the hostess really wished it could be closer. Against all previous experience, she instead entered the door with the blue figure denoting “males only”.
She wasn't previously aware of the layout of a male restroom, so she had to stop upon passing the door to locate the stalls she would be able to use. The three urinals were non-possibilities, obviously, so she instead moved towards the opposite end of the room to the two stalls...except they were both occupied. No, damn it! I need it now! The idea manifested to leave and sneak into the (maybe empty) girl's room and hope for the best, but there's no way she could justify it. How tragically ironic, a girl that can't justify using the girl's restroom, so she instead leaned against the row of sinks parallel to the stalls to wait for an opening, shaking her legs and tapping her foot, though no longer grabbing herself to maintain a modicum of modesty.
It shouldn't take long for someone to finish in a stall, even more so depending on how long they were used before she arrived, she should've been able to wait. But she had pushed herself too far already, and standing in a bathroom was making things so much worse. Everything was stacked against her, she couldn't hold it any longer.
So what the hell was she going to do now? Use the sink? Hell no, she'd still be going when someone came out, see her with her pants down, and it'd all be over. Besides, the sink was small and she'd have no effective way to use it. Which meant, either she pee herself or... Urinal it is! She bolted in front of the standing toilet.
She couldn't have imagined it, given how much she hurt and fought until now, but the hard part was only just beginning. Her body was not designed to use a urinal, but now she was forced to experiment in a position under so much pressure: internal and external. But that wasn't deterring her now that she had come so far, as she pulled the shirt up, unclasped the belt, unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, and pulled the flaps open.
She couldn't just drop her pants, not that she'd want to, or else anyone who saw her would know something was up. So somehow, she'd need to do this through the zipper, a task even experienced women would find challenging. But she had to, so with her left hand holding her shirt out of the way, her left hand reached down and pulled the crotch of her panties aside to give herself some chance. This was the best she was going to get, so she let go and started peeing.
Not that she would have been expected to before now, but Haruhi had no concept of aim, not in this context. She had no idea what the correct technique, positioning, posture, anything about peeing while standing as a female, and she coupled it with an advanced situation. She knew somewhere, deep down, that this was going to end badly, and it most certainly did. There was absolutely no forward force, even with the path unobstructed by clothing, her pee instead flowed almost perfectly straight down, into her pants.
It did not take her long to realize what was happening, between feeling the warmth and not seeing anything in front of her. And she panicked, pulling her left hand off her shirt and shoving it down her pants, attempting to tug or pull on something down there to correct the stream, but no adjustments she could make were enough. It either scatted the urine farther forward but not out, or got her hands wet. At this point, it was unsalvageable, her black pants not enough to hide the shine of wetness down the inner legs, covering more with each passing second.
And the universe just kept throwing crap at her, because she heard one of the stall toilets flush, and its occupant exit. Whoever it was had no intention of looking at someone using the urinal, he didn't care, but he saw the large puddle still growing beneath Haruhi's feet in the mirror, and that grabbed his attention. He didn't laugh or mock, but he couldn't look away, and that was just as bad to her. The other stall's user emerged and saw the same thing, same reaction too.
By the time Haruhi peed all she could, she was mortified. Not a single drop got into the urinal despite her best efforts, all of it was either soaked into her clothes or in a puddle on the tile beneath her shoes. Even if she wasn't keeping an act of her gender up, she'd want to run out of here, away from anyone who saw her shame, and she did just that, only waiting to hastily redo her pants before dashing away before anyone could get a look at her face. She didn't even re-buckle her belt, the crashing of the clip against her legs shaking drops onto the floor in a bread crumb trail.
She wasn't going to cry. Haruhi's negative emotions rarely displayed themselves as sadness, but she certainly felt an abundance of a different unfavorable feeling: anger. She was pissed, not directed at any one person or event, just outrage at all of existence. And as much as she hated to admit it, the Host Club's Music Room #3 was the only safe place she had, so that's where she stormed back to.
The male hosts were waiting around, cleaning up after the day's activities, when the entrance door slammed open like a monster wanted to get in. Instead, it was Haruhi, the sunlight from the large windows highlighting exactly what transpired through her pants. Dead silence, no one could say anything, so far lost in disbelief. Except Haruhi, she certainly had some grievances to air, and she exclaimed it loudly. “Being a boy SUCKS!” |
My first piece of fiction. Contains desperation, wetting, and some sexual content, particularly toward the end.
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Katie brushed her hair back and took another sip of her beer. It was Friday, and she was celebrating an early quitting time with a few drinks at the bar with her friends. Her boyfriend Zack was still at work, and had been all week--with the long hours he'd been working, she'd barely gotten a chance to see him. But it was Friday, and they were finally going to have some time to themselves.
Katie had even dressed for the occasion. Knowing that this would be their first night together all weeks, she wore her favorite seafoam green tank top. It was hardly what you would call low-cut, but she liked it because it showed off just enough cleavage to drive Zack crazy, especially compared to her usual clothing. Katie was rather conservative in public, though the last few years with Zack had brought out an otherwise-buried wild side when they were in private. She shuffled in her seat, thinking about the night to come.
Katie took her last gulp and put down the empty glass. It was her second beer, and she was beginning to feel that ever-familiar urge to pee. She glanced at the bathroom, but decided to hold it--not out of laziness, but naughtiness.
Aside from an insatiable libido, Katie had a pee holding fetish--for as long as she could remember, she loved the feeling of filling up her bladder and squirming in her seat. As she got older, she became more daring, wetting her pants in the bathtub on occasion, and even some very wet sex with Zack (after she got the courage to admit her fetish). Her ultimate fantasy was to pee her pants in public--not a full wetting in a crowd, mind you, which was too embarrassing for her timid midwest sensibilities. But she got excited about the idea of letting out some descreet spurts where no one would see. She hadn't gathered up the courage for such an outing, so it stayed a fantasy for now.
Still, on this chilly Fall night, she was feeling frisky, so she decided she was going to use this urge to her advantage. She stuck her hand between her crossed legs, sneakily took a photo of it with her phone, and sent it to Zack. She didn't have to go that badly yet, but she staged the photo to tease him a little. "Saving up for you", she tapped in a text message, and sent it off to him, feeling a tiny twinge of excitement in her crotch for the night to come.
Katie checked her watch and realized she still had awhile before Zack would be home. So, to kill time, she decided to order one last beer. As she drank, she began to squirm a little in her seat--beer always went right through her. She figured this was perfect--by the time she got home, she'd be at the perfect level of desperation for some naughty fun. She paid for her beer, stepped outside, and did an incognito potty dance as she waited for the cab.
Once it arrived, she hopped in, gave her address, and rode off. But a few minutes into the drive, the car slowed down, and Katie's heart sank. There was an accident up the road, which, coupled with Friday afternoon rush hour, had brought the the only route home to a standstill.
Katie pulled out her phone to check their ETA. What was usually a twenty minute drive was now forty, and there were no easy detours they could take to get around the traffic. Katie cursed her choice to skip the bathroom--her strong urge was quickly turning into desperation, though she convinced herself she could hold it until she got home.
Katie tried browsing Facebook on her phone, but she soon became unable to concentrate. She had never gotten this desperate this quickly--it must have been the beer, rather than her usual water, that sped up the process. She squirmed in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find a position that relieved the pressure. But nothing helped--she had to go, and soon.
She stealthily unbuttoned her jeans, which were now tightening around her bulging bladder. Her light pink panties peeked through the top, and she tried to cover it up with her hand so the driver wouldn't see. She resisted the urge to shove her hand down her pants to hold herself, and instead checked her phone again. They were still twenty minutes away. Clearly she wasn't good at estimating her bladder capacity--even without the traffic, she'd have been cutting it close. But with the traffic? There was no way she'd make it all the way home. Her bladder was still filling up at an alarming rate, and she was aching with a need to pee.
She looked out the window for possible places she could relieve herself. Unfortunately, they were on the freeway in the middle of the city's park--there was no bathroom to stop at, no way to turn around in the middle of the traffic jam, and there was SURELY no way she was going to ask the cab driver if she could squat on the side of the road. She'd rather wet herself in a cab than flash her crotch to a freeway full of unmoving cars.
Her only option, she concluded, was to try to let out a little bit of pee to relieve the pressure. Just enough so that her panties would get wet, but not her jeans. Of course, she had reservations--Katie had read enough desperation stories online to know that "letting a little bit out" rarely works, and she could risk a full-on wetting. But if she didn't try now, she'd just end up soaking herself later, so she decided it was worth the risk.
Katie uncrossed her legs and scooted her ass over the edge of the seat, just in case it all came rushing out--it'd drip onto the floor below instead of back into her seat. She didn't want to end up sitting in a puddle and soaking the butt of her jeans.
She took a breath, braced herself, and relaxed her muscles. But despite how desperate she was, being in public made it hard to truly let go. Finally, she felt a small spurt escape, dampening her panties before she immediately clenched back up.
"I did it!" she thought. "I didn't lose control at all!" Unfortunately, the spurt was so small that it didn't relieve any pressure either. She didn't even see a wet spot on her jeans. She could go a little more, right? She'd already proven to herself that she could stop.
She relaxed again, a bigger spurt shooting out from between her now-damp lips--but this time, it was harder to stop. She felt her muscles spasm as another spurt escaped. It slowed to a trickle, before she lost control completely and started shooting a steady stream into her wet panties and formerly dry jeans.
The stream quickly filled her panties and started to dampen her jeans, dripping onto the seat. "Fuck fuck fuck, no no no" she muttered under her breath as the drips turned into a steady flow, a small waterfall of pee cascading down the seat and onto the floor below her.
It felt so good to let go, but she forced herself to clamp down. After a good ten seconds of full-force peeing her pants, she was finally able to stem the flow. She let the last few drops fall, then scooted back into her seat, legs together and shaking.
She felt a little better, but she still had a strong urge to pee, and she knew her bladder was still filling up thanks to that last beer. She re-crossed her legs and dug her hand into her crotch, no longer caring who saw. She felt the wetness on her jeans on her hand, and pressed it into her crotch--she was nervous and embarrassed, but it was hard not to get a little turned on. She pulled her hand away and watched the clock slowly tick by as she bounced her legs up and down.
As she expected, her bladder filled back up quickly, and Katie began to get worried. Her pants were drying, but slowly--if she let any more out, the wet spot would certainly be noticeable when she got out of the cab, and she couldn't handle the embarrassment of walking to her apartment with wet pants. She decided she could hold on. They were out of the traffic, and she was only ten minutes away from home. She could make it. She HAD to make it.
After what seemed like an eternity and only a few accidental dribbles, the cab finally pulled up to her building. She frantically paid the driver, losing a few drops in the process, and opened the door. As soon as she stepped out, though, she doubled over, realizing that holding the dam was going to be twice as hard standing as it was sitting. Another trickle escaped down her inner thigh as she took her first step toward the door.
Barely holding on, she took quick, tiny steps up to the door of her apartment building. A jet of piss shot down her leg while she fumbled with the keypad. The door unlocked, and she rushed in, confronted with a horrible choice: Take the stairs, which were quicker but more likely to cause leaks, or the slow elevator, in which she could stand still.
Fearing her decision wouldn't matter, she dashed toward the elevator, hoping it was already at the lobby floor so she wouldn't have to wait for it. Score! It opened immediately, and she stepped in. Before she could rejoice in this tiny bit of luck, she heard a voice behind her yelling "Katie, hold the door!" Her downstairs neighbor, a woman in her late 20s, was looking to get on the elevator too. Even in her desperate state, Katie couldn't give up her midwestern manners--after all, she didn't want to become known as the building's resident bitch. She held the door for her acquaintance, and the elevator began its slow ascent to Katie's floor.
Trying not to look too conspicuous, Katie attempted to stand still, but the spurts were becoming more regular, each one only seconds after the last. She winced as she felt tendrils of pee drip down both her legs, praying that it didn't enlarge the wet spot on her jeans. After an arduous minute of waiting, Katie reached her floor, and the elevator doors opened. Her neighbor waved goodbye as Katie drew in a breath, prayed to keep control, and took the few steps out of the elevator toward her apartment.
As the elevator closed, her shuffle became a sprint--she was so close she could taste it. But as she reached her door, she realized she hadn't gotten her keys out yet--all that time wasted in the elevator! She began fumbling through her purse, but her excitement in reaching her apartment had gotten the better of her. She felt herself lose control completely as she futiley shoved her key toward the lock, missing the keyhole, and the next spurt exploded into a constant spray of piss, shooting right through her now-drenched panties and soaking the legs of her jeans.
There was nothing she could do anymore--she was full-on wetting her pants, frantically trying to get the key in the door. Then, in her worst possible moment of failure, her apartment door swung open, Zack standing in the doorway as her pee hissed out of her crotch and down her quiverling legs.
"I thought I heard you out here, you having trouble with your keys?" He said, before he noticed the tears beginning to stream down her face and the puddle at her feet.
"I...I tried to hold it too long", she stammered as she looked up at him, blushing with embarrassment. She was still peeing full force, but had given up on making it to the bathroom. Her jeans were already soaked, what was the point in trying?
Zack stood there, dumbfounded, while Katie said nothing. The only sound in the doorway was the hissing of her pee filling up her panties and falling onto the ground. Finally, she let out a long sigh as she found her relief, her stream finally slowing to a trickle.
She silently walked inside and began wiping off her clothes while Zack quickly mopped up the mess at their front door. He walked into the bedroom just as she pulled down her soaked panties, her glistening pussy peeking out as she bent over. Zack walked in and pulled her close with a strong, but tender kiss. "Be honest," he said. "You enjoyed that a little".
"It did feel awfully good to finally let go," she admitted, "and I peed a little in the cab too"--a fact that turned her on more than she'd let herself believe. After all, this was what she'd always dreamed about--a real public accident, her ultimate fantasy. And though it hadn't happened quite the way she'd planned, she was starting to get turned on again.
Zack kissed her neck, slowly moving down her chest and stomach, until he reached her bare, shaven, and piss-soaked pussy. She let out a loud moan as his tongue finally found its way to her clit.
He continued licking, her pussy already wet with anticipation, and she thought back on the entire incident--naughtily peeing in the cab, losing control at the door, and now, Zack's tongue tasting her pee as he licked her wet cunt. It was all she needed--after only a minute of tonguing, she started shaking as he brought her to a quivering, standing orgasm. A little extra pee trickled from her lips and down her leg as she came.
There were worse ways to end the week. |
Hello, this is just another one shot while I get back into the swing of writing. You might remember the main character from here though.
The dam was on the verge of overflow. The reservoir’s waters sloshed against its wall. Every passing moment more and more water filled the water’s rapidly depleting containment. The barrier’s walls threatened to rupture, the constant flow of water too much for it to resist. Cracks formed. The strain was becoming too great, the deluge would be inevitable and devastating, yet the failure was imminent. The waters within swirled, becoming violent, and choppy waves crashed against the container walls. The defenses cracked even further. Slowly, the fracture in strength grew greater and greater, until, finally, tiny spouts emerged on the outside of the wall.
Autumn gasped loudly. Her ears burned as the eyes of her peers turned towards her. Her desperate struggle was conspicuous enough already with her legs tangled so tightly not even Alexander the Great could get them undone, her torso constantly in flux between hunching over her desk, and leaning so far in her seat she risked slipping straight out of it, and her hands balling up the fabric of her pink sweatpants into her fists so tight her knuckles turned white. Whining definitely didn’t help.
She had to whimper, though. The hot spurt that escaped only dampened her panties. Still, she was distraught. She could feel the leers of her fellow students focus on her. Tears welled in her eyes as they lifted to the clock above. Only a few minutes left, she could make it… right?
Autumn whimpered. As if to draw her minds attention away from the constant ache of her bladder, she dug her finger nails into her thighs. Sweat formed on her knitted brow; it took every ounce of willpower to hold back the coming flood. Her entire body trembled with desperation. She wasn’t going to last much longer.
Autumn wriggled her rear into her seat, whining softly. She curled and uncurled her toes. It was hopeless. Autumn shoved her hand in her lap, bit her lip, and curled her body into her seat. “Just a little-uh! Lo-lo-longe-oh!”
A surge of pee escaped her. Her panties were the first casualty, almost instantly soaked. The dribble continued steadily, the butt of her sweat pants eagerly absorbed the liquid warmth. The gold flow pooled in the curvature of the plastic seat before Autumn could stem the flow.
The lap of her pants didn’t show her shame, yet Autumn was sure that her classmates heard what she thought had been a deafening hiss that felt like it lasted minutes. Perhaps she was right, after all, a couple students seated near her gave her strange looks. Before any actual reactions could occur the bell blared. School had ended. Finally.
Autumn waited, both hands firmly pressed into her lap, while every last classmate filed out of the room. The teacher was rather preoccupied with last minute paperwork she appeared to be dealing with. Once the coast was clear Autumn rose from her seat, revealing a shallow puddle of light yellow. Droplets fell from the soaked back of Autumn’s sweatpants when she stood up.
Autumn sighed. She wouldn’t be able to do anything about the puddle she would leave behind in her chair, but maybe she could hide her wet butt. Fidgeting in place, Autumn slipped off her cardigan. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, she managed to wrap the jacked around her waist, and it even seemed to cover the entirety of her mess. If she didn’t move soon thought, it certainly wouldn’t be able to.
Moving in a sort of shuffle run, Autumn fled the scene of the crime. She had barely left the threshold of the classroom, though, before she was intercepted by a cute boy. “Hey, Autumn.” A light haired boy said.
Dressed in a black and gold varsity jacket from the football team, was Scott. His short blonde hair gelled up, his sparkling blue eyes, and his pearly white smile… Scott was surprisingly lean for a football star, but Autumn knew, from her experience at a pool party, that beneath that white tee would be a six pack… and those V-lines…
Autumn’s lustful thoughts were sent flying at the demand of her bladder. Her body stiffened for a mere moment, then suddenly, shook and shivered. Her hips swung side to side, she rose to the ball of one foot and switched to the other.
“Uh, are you OK?”
“N-Not really.” Autumn was NOT going to wet herself in front of her crush. “I uh- gotta go. Bye!” I really gotta go. Autumn thought.
Autumn didn’t wait for a reply, instead she fled towards the exit of the school. She wouldn’t make it far though. Autumn barely made it halfway down the hall before she lost it. It started slow. A leisurely runnel of pee ran down her thighs. A dark, glistening patch slowly appeared around the crotch of her pants. The pee continued to rill down her legs, picking up the tempo. The stream ran down her right calf, separating into two separately rivulets that trickled down her ankles.
Her bladder forced more of its contents outward, a more powerful flow expelled itself into her pants. The torrent washed across her sweat pants, soaking the front for all too see. The golden out pour spilled onto the floor with a loud splatter. The hot liquid cascaded down her legs, tickling the skin and darkening the pants. Then, almost at once, the rivers of pee finished its delta into the growing ocean beneath Autumn’s feet.
Autumn was left standing in the large golden puddle, with unmistakable stains on her pants. She hadn’t entirely noticed the crowd that formed around her until the laughter and sneers reached her ears. Soon the entire school, including Scott, would know that Autumn Rose wet her pants in high school.
I'm pretty sure that my fixation towards high school situations stems from two factors. One: all the hot twenty somethings that portray high schoolers in TV shows and movies. Two: the environment of high school makes for interesting stories I think due to all the restrictions placed on people who are almost adults that you don't really get anywhere else, and the social hierarchy and interactions between classmates. Well I hope you enjoyed this! leave any comments or criticisms below. thank you! |
Author's Note: So um. I got addicted to a kids' TV show and. this happened.
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How did this actually happen? Why were they doing this? What happened to start this? Who thought this was a good idea?
Neither of them really understood the “how,” the “why,” or the “what,” but they both knew that they really weren’t thinking that this was a good idea. So why were they continuing? Because it would seem weak to back out of a challenge. Whose idea was this?
It was, for lack of a better word, stupid.
“I’m gonna win, obviously,” Lance said with a cocky tone, hoisting himself up onto the counter to sit there. He brought his glass of water to his lips and took a gulp. He was being arrogant and confident as always, seeming perfectly convinced that he was going to be the victor of the absolutely ridiculous contest that they were having.
Keith clicked his tongue after downing the rest of his water, setting the glass back down on the counter where it had been before. He leaned back on the counter, putting his weight on his elbows. “Yeah.” He looked skeptical, narrowing his eyes just slightly for a moment. Of course he was confident, too—he wasn’t the child that Lance was, after all. He made a motion to the half-full glass of water beside the brunet. “Are you going to finish it or not? We have five minutes before we have to get more.”
“Whatever.” Lance fidgeted, rocking his hips a little before downing the other half of the water. “Like it’ll do anything, though.” He gave Keith a challenging look, causing the red paladin to roll his eyes. “I’m not feeling anything yet.” Despite his words, he crossed his legs, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
Keith shrugged. “Neither am I.” And despite his words, he shifted his weight and pressed his thighs together.
This was stupid. They both realized it by that point. How long was it going to take for one or the other to call it off because it was maybe the most petty thing they had come up with. Whose idea was it, anyway?
“I bet I’m gonna beat at this.”
Keith shook his head, looking a bit irritated with the brunet. “You’re not.”
A few moments passed and he grabbed both his glass and Lance’s, filling them up again with water. He was tempted just to dump it down the blue paladin’s pants, but while he was an impulsive person, he wasn’t quite that impulsive. He downed the liquid in the cup in a few swallows, but that might have been a little too much a little too fast. He felt his bladder protest, and he hissed through his teeth and crossed his legs.
“You’re not about to wet yourself, are you?” Lance’s words sounded challenging, as they were intended to. He was the competitive type, especially when it came to Keith. He wasn’t a better pilot, he wasn’t better at combat, so he always had the pathological need to try to take any little victory he could.
It took a moment for Keith to regain his composure, straightening himself back up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lance snorted. “Right.”
“Just drink your water.”
“You’re not afraid you have a chance of losing if I don’t, do you?”
Keith shifted his weight, rubbing his thighs together and almost grabbing himself. He couldn’t do that, though—that would be far too embarrassing. He was too old to be doing things like that, anyway. “No. I just thought we were trying to keep things fair.”
“Right, right.” The blue paladin waved his hand dismissively, but still gulped down the water in his glass. He rocked his hips from side to side, gritting his teeth and looking like he was struggling for a moment. His usual cocky composure was back in a matter of seconds, though.
He was slowly starting to lose control, too. That was—and it shouldn’t have been, but it was—almost reassuring for Keith to know that. He might not lose this dumb, petty little challenge. He still wasn’t sure whose idea it was, but he sure as hell wasn’t enjoying it.
Lance was bouncing his knee by this point, unable to sit still and squirming as subtly as he could manage.
“This was a bad idea,” Keith mumbled. His bladder was too full, and he didn’t really want anything more than to be able to relieve himself. He should have listened to the more rational part of his mind and called the entire thing off, but no, that would be admitting defeat and he couldn’t do that.
“Where’d that confidence go?” By this point, it seemed every single word that came out of Lance’s mouth had to be a challenge of some sort.
“It’s still here.” The red paladin’s words were low and irritated, giving away his frustration both at the situation and at the brunet who was entirely too cocky for his own good.
Lance opened his mouth to say something, but he cut himself off with a groan as he shoved one of his hands between his legs. “God...”
“Look who’s losing.” Maybe he was a little too confident for someone who was close to leaking himself, but he couldn’t help it. Honestly, he was going to claim victory in this petty little contest no matter what. It was dumb—he was willing to admit that to himself—but Lance simply wasn’t allowed to be better than him at anything at all, regardless of what it was.
The blue paladin snorted, though it was obvious the he was struggling as he leaned forward a little. “I bet you have to go just as bad.”
The answer was “probably,” but he wasn’t about to admit that. His pride was just keeping him as still as possible. “I certainly don’t look that desperate.”
“Oh, whatever.” He suddenly gasped, doubling over and gritting his teeth. He let out as noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and if Keith didn’t know any better, he might have honestly thought that this might have been pleasant for the blue paladin.
When he was finally able to sit up again, there was an obvious wet patch around his crotch. His face was a little flushed and there was sweat forming on his hairline, but by now, the red paladin wasn’t entirely sure he looked much better.
“Look at that—ahh!” Just as he got the words out of his mouth, he let out what sounded like a moan as his hands went down to grab himself. This was the worst idea either one of them had ever had, probably.
Lance laughed in response, which only made him lose control again. He swore under his breath as his pants were soaked, dirtying the countertop. The urine dripped to the floor, making a pattering sound as it did. He squirmed and rocked his hips slightly, letting out a noise that was unmistakably sexual and laced with arousal.
Gross.
But Keith still won.
Barely.
He couldn’t keep himself from leaking, and the dampness went through his pants and then his gloves. He whined as he tried to stop, especially upon feeling the wetness against his hands, but he couldn’t. He absolutely loathed how he felt tears pricking at her eyes, and his vision started getting a bit blurry. He choked out a sob as urine poured down his legs, creating a puddle on the floor at his feet. His legs trembled and his knees gave out, making him collapse.
“Whoa, are you...?” Lance pushed himself off the counter and back onto the floor, causing a small splash. He knelt down in front of Keith, giving him a look that the red paladin wasn’t able to read. (Not that he was good at reading facial expressions in the first place.) “Hey, hey, I didn’t mean—” Lance seemed to be starting to panic, his voice unsure, and his words coming fast and somewhat jumbled. “Keith, I— Look, that really wasn’t meant to mean anything? Um. Uhhhh. I should probably tell you—”
When he didn’t seem to have anything left to say, the red paladin found himself getting angry. “Probably tell me what, Lance? That you have no sense of embarrassment, so it was fun just to watch me humiliate myself? That’s low. Really fucking low.” He was trying to sound angry, he really was, but his voice broke as he spat out the last sentence. His throat was choked again and he let out another sob.
“No. No, that’s not... Uh. I—That was...kind of really hot?” It was a question, not a statement. “This was kind of my fault. I just...uh...you’re hot, and this whole sort of situation is, too, so I—I thought...why not? I mean, I guess I’m rambling, but I...? Should probably apologize.”
Keith was dumbfounded, really. What was he supposed to say?
He didn’t need to say anything, apparently, as there were footsteps approaching the kitchen, and then entering.
“What.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Uh.” Lance swiped his arm over the counter, which only caused the liquid pooled there to splash to the floor. “How about you don’t tell anyone this, Pidge? Like, especially not Shiro.”
Pidge blinked, looking confused. They pushed up their glasses, their eyebrows knitting together. “Is Keith with you?”
“Yeah. Uh, how about you get us some clothes and some, like, towels.”
“Er. Okay. Honestly, I really don’t want to know what possessed you to do this, because this is just...What?” They turned around to leave. “Yeah, I’ll get what you need.”
Keith let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “That could have been worse.” There was a pause. “And, uh. I forgive you for...” He made a motion to the messes that were made. “You know. This.” Another pause. “And. If you really like things like this, then...next time, how about in the privacy in one of our rooms?” |
A/N: It's about Shingen and Emilia, because I am trash for this ship. Minor sexual content toward the end I guess?
He knows she likes this before she ever brings it up, or he at least suspects. Emilia thinks she's been subtle, but he always knew what had her fidgeting so much during long stretches of work, and knew exactly why she would suddenly excuse herself and hurry off. He couldn't be sure at first that it was intentional, but after enough observation, it became pretty obvious that it was, and the most likely reason for that was that Emilia had a fetish for that sort of thing.
This had been interesting to him in more ways than one. Naturally, it was fascinating to observe someone engaging in something that would be considered sexually deviant by most, and it was interesting that she would allow herself to indulge on the job like that, but there was more to it. Shingen had been attracted to her since meeting her, and sometimes it seemed as if she returned those feelings. She was young and beautiful, but she really was too young for him, and workplace romances seldom ended well, so he was content to observe her from a safe distance as long as he couldn't be sure of her feelings.
But the two have been sleeping together for some time now, after she confirmed his suspicions about her attraction once and for all, and he's decided that it's time to figure out about the fetish. Being mutually curious about one another, they've experimented with quite a few things, and they have ideas for today, and these ideas leave a perfect opening for his own curiosity.
“For today's examination,” he says, “it's very, very important that you keep still, remember? Even more important than usual, and you seem to have a lot of trouble with that, am I correct?”
Really, it doesn't matter if she stays still or not, but somehow they've begun to incorporate that into their play, and she always lays flat on her back on the examination table, and he chides her when she moves too much. They've been talking about using restraints for some time now, and that is what they are planning to do today, but when she lays down and allows him to strap her limbs down, he thinks about his other plans, the ones he has not discussed with her.
He knows that he could just easily have asked her about it, and that she wouldn't have thought anything of it even if he were wrong about the fetish. She wouldn't blame him for his curiosity, but he thinks it's a bit more fun to figure it out like this, and he really doubts that he's wrong in the first place. It's been a long day of work and she's had her fair amount of coffee during that time, and he can't remember her taking a single break all day. He can only imagine how full her bladder must already be.
Emilia makes a show of struggling against the restrains, just so that they can both see that she is immobilized. Her eyes light up when she looks up at him, and he can tell that she's getting very excited indeed. For now, he is only going to tease her as he always does, but soon enough, he'll have a chance to tease her in a new way and see for himself how she reacts to the situation.
Her body is incredibly sensitive, and he loves to take advantage of that, giving her feather light touches that make her squirm and whimper, building up anticipation as he always get so close to really touching her, only to back off and leave her hanging. She is soon hardly breathing, writhing as much as her bonds will allow her to, and Shingen keeps this up for quite some time before he really begins to notice the shift in her movements.
There's been a slight agitation from the beginning, subtle signs that he's grown accustomed to looking for in her, but now it isn't very subtle at all. Her squirming is different, the sounds she makes are more of discomfort than arousal, and he catches her wincing all too often. His Emilia is really getting quite desperate, and he thinks that it's time to let her know that he has her figured out.
He rests a hand on her lower abdomen, just over top of her bladder, and watches the look on her face as he gently rubs his hand there, lingering. The surprise, and then the realization, in her eyes is plain, and he can feel how swollen her bladder is even before he presses down slightly. Emilia squeaks at the contact, trying uselessly to pull her legs together as she fights against her own desperation.
“Why, Emilia,” he says, “is something wrong? It seems like there's something making you uncomfortable.”
“You already know exactly what's wrong, silly,” she replies, without missing a beat, and he feels his affection for her growing. “Was it that easy for you to figure out?”
“Well, maybe to someone else, it might not have been, but of course, I had it figured out a very long time ago,” he says, unable to help sounding a bit smug.
“Aw, I should have known,” says Emilia, before wincing a bit. “Did you know how much I liked it?”
“That was the part I was trying to figure out through further...experimentation,” he replies, pressing his hand down on her swollen bladder. “I had suspected, I had even hoped, but one can never be too sure about these things, you know? Now, you have to tell me...did you really engage in such a fetish so frequently, when I was right there in the room with you?”
“It's more fun when there's a risk,” she says, and now she's blushing. “I always wondered what would happen if I took it all the way, but I was afraid you would be able to tell I liked it, and if you didn't like it then you would think...”
“Oh, of course, I'd think you were an absolute freak!” He laughs. “But I was always so intrigued by the possibility that I guess I've gotten myself into it as well. Though I have to say, it's a little bit forward of you to do something like that around me all the time, before we were even together. Just thinking about how much you must have enjoyed that...and you kept it a secret from me!”
“It was more thrilling that way.” Emilia lowers her lashes playfully, and says, “But I think it's even more thrilling like this!”
“Because you're completely helpless?” he asks. “Because you know that it's going to go all the way this time, whether you want it to or not? Because you know that I have all the power in the situation while you can only lay there and try to delay the inevitable?”
She giggles and says, “You only have as much power in the situation as I give you, Shingen,” and he doesn't respond because he knows she's right. But then a pained look comes over her face and they're both reminded of what exactly it is they're doing in this moment.
“Tell me how it feels,” he says. “You can describe it in simple terms, if that's easier for you in your current state.”
“Alright, doctor,” she replies, and he feels a little thrill, just as he always does when she calls him that. “I've had a lot to drink tonight and I can really feel it filling me up, you know? There's so much pressure that I feel like I could burst at any minute!”
“And how long have you felt the need?” he asks. “At what point did you first notice any discomfort?”
“Oh, about three hours ago or so,” she says, as if it's nothing. The fact that she's managed to keep it from being so obvious for this long is impressive, and there is so much about her that warrants future study that he's very, very glad that they also happen to be in love; it'll be much easier to find out what he wants to know that way. He thinks that maybe he should be taking notes, but his memory is excellent, especially where she is concerned, and if they have to repeat tests, well...will that really be so bad?
“And it's been building ever since then,” he says, mock pity in his voice. “You poor thing, how on earth have you been able to stand it for so long? I suppose if I were to...” He gently rubs along the swell of her bladder before applying the slightest amount of pressure, once again, and Emilia squeaks. “If I were to do something like that, it might make it hard for you to contain it. Am I right?”
She squirms, and he sees her knees twitch as she tries again to pull her legs together, the restraints on her ankles not allowing for this. “Very hard,” she replies. “I don't know how much longer...”
He gives a mock sigh and says, “Well, as a professional, I'm torn. Part of me wants to know your limits! After all, you've already impressed me so much, and I'd like to see just how much further you can go, but...but. It also can't be comfortable, nor can it be particularly healthy for you to push yourself for so long and I'm inclined to encourage you to just let go.”
He pushes down on her bladder, harder this time, and she whimpers, biting her lip very hard. It's clear to him that even if he wasn't encouraging her to give in that she wouldn't be able to last much longer, but she doesn't really have much of a choice with him adding additional pressure like this. She's being pushed beyond what she can bear, but a smile breaks out across her features, because this is exactly what she wants.
“Well?” she asks. “Which do you want me to do? Keep holding on so you can keep observing, or let go?”
He gives another sigh, this one even more theatrical. “As much as I'd like to keep watching you, I think it's only for the best that we cut this little test short.” With that, he presses down, hard and sudden, and Emilia yelps as she feels her control slipping. A spurt escapes her, visible beneath her on the table, and her smile returns.
“Doctor's orders,” she murmurs, her face and her body relaxing as she gives in to the demands on her bladder and begins to wet herself in earnest. Her sigh, one of relief, is a bit theatrical itself, but he doesn't pay as much attention to that as he does the way she looks as she lets go. A warm torrent gushes out of her and he absentmindedly drops his hand between her legs to feel it flood over him as he lets the sight of her entrance him.
Her face looks as content and peaceful as it always does after an orgasm, her cheeks flushed the most lovely shade of pink, and her eyes slowly close. The hiss of liquid flowing off of the table and splashing onto the floor is the only sound that fills the room for what feels like forever, even though it is really only about forty-two seconds. They are suspended in the moment, as she smiles so beautifully and his hand is submerged in the warmth of her piss, and, just as absentmindedly, he begins to grope at one of her breasts with his free hand.
When it is over, when the stream has come to a stop, he reaches that hand up a little bit further so that he can finger her, and her moans are soft and happy and delicious, and he's so very glad that he was right about this. Soon, he thinks, he might let her arms and legs free so that it will be easier to fuck her.
“The results were inconclusive, weren't they?” she asks. “Since I didn't wait until I reached my limit, and since you kept interfering with your hand.”
“Yes,” he says, laughter in his voice, “they were very, very inconclusive. I don't think this examination has revealed much more than what I already knew.”
“That's alright,” she replies, giving him a warm, loving smile, a glint of excitement in her eyes. “We'll just have to run a lot more tests in the future, won't we?”
“Absolutely,” he says. “Lots and lots of tests.” |
A dumb, one shot omorashi and wetting story I wrote on my phone. The beginning is based on a true story. I think it should be pretty obvious where the real part ends. April may become a new character in the near future. But idk. Hope you enjoy some desperation and stuff.
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It was well in to the night, nearly 1 in the morning as I drove along the highway. The moonless night and heavy clouds veiled the long stretch of road in thick darkness, though from what little I saw, I knew I was nearly an hour from home. Though that fact would normally comfort me in an unfamiliar place so late at night, something else was on the top of my mind.
My bladder was bursting, and I would never be able to make it home dry.
As much as I hated getting off unfamiliar exits to look for a gas station, I was not going to risk soaking the driver's seat of my car. Seeing an exit ahead, I began to turn in to it. Not even off of the ramp, I saw a gas station seconds ahead of me. Just the thought of relief made me squirm slightly in my seat. «Just hold it for one more minute.» I thought to myself.
I pulled in to the station, trying to collect myself. Though there were no cars out front, I wasn't about to run through there, paws in my crotch, acting like a desperate child. I stood up, locking the car and walking in.
It was a small store, with only a few shelves of snacks and convenience items, magazines, cigarettes, and lotto tickets by the counter, an adjacent counter hosting several self-serve coffee makers, and a line of fridges along the back, with a large sign saying bathroom in the far corner. Trying not to look too desperate, I casually made my way towards the toilets. The door to the men's room was just a few feet away, when I heard a voice call out to me from the front of the store.
"HEY! Sir, the restrooms are for customers only!" I turned around, seeing the only employee of the small store. She was a river otter, at least half a foot shorter than me, with short cut, yellowish dyed hair, wearing a store uniform with a name tag reading April.
Desperate, but not wanting to appear so or act rude, I reply "I'll get something when I'm done, promise."
"Not good enough. How do I know you won't just run out when you finish?"
As desperate as I was, I really wanted to avoid conflict, so I sighed softly. "Okay, okay." Being late in to the night, I decided coffee would be a good idea for the rest of my drive, to keep me awake, and I had a dollar to spare, so I made my way over to the side counter, grabbing a disposable foam cup. I held down the lever to dispense the hot beverage. The sound and sight of liquid pouring in front of me caused an urgent contraction of my bladder, and I squirmed slightly in place to try and hold it, letting a slight whine escape. I blushed deeply, hoping April hadn't noticed. But she did. I poured in some creamer and sugar quickly after, not even bothering to stir, capped the cup and made my way to the counter.
"Okay, and will that be all?" I nodded, and she proceeded to ring me up. I quickly scanned my card, and waited for the receipt. She handed it to me, and I took it. "You're all set, then." She waited for me to start to head to the bathroom once more, before saying. "Hey, store policy says we can't let you go in to the bathroom with hot food or beverages."
Stopping in my tracks, I sigh, turning to her. "Please just let me go. I'll be out of your hair in just a minute."
Grinning at me, she just shook her head. "Sorry, I don't make the rules. You'll just have to finish your coffee and go after."
Blushing, a thought occurred to me. The tone in her voice suggested that, maybe she could care less about store policy, but had another reason for doing this. I decided to walk back to the counter, leaning against it. "You don't really care about the rules, do you?"
Her eyes widened and she responded, a bit nervously. "O-of course I do. I don't want to risk my job."
"Do you really think your manager will care if you let one person go and relieve themselves at 1 in the morning? If I had to take a guess, I'd say you're in to bathroom stuff."
She sighed, blushing deeply. "Okay, fine, you caught me! Just please don't tell anyone, especially management."
"Hey, come on now. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble." I swirl my cup of coffee a moment, before taking a slow sip. "I'm not in any rush, and it must be boring as hell this late at night. How about a little show?"
A deep blush formed on her face as she smirked, her sharp, white teeth visible. "Oh, I like where this is going~ I'm not going to let you go so easily."
Almost as if on cue, my body nearly screamed at me, as I now decided to deny it relief purposefully while giving it even more liquid, sending a soft shiver down my spine, almost causing me to lose it right there. I had no choice but to grab myself with one hand, leaning against the counter and squirming in place. I whimpered softly, and took another sip of the hot, caffeinated drink.
April watched with interest, finding it hard to believe she was actually doing this. She had all the power over me, and it excited her. At any moment, I could wet myself, but I wasn't allowed to disobey her and go relieve myself in her bathrooms until I finished my coffee.
I whined softly, squirming and holding myself as I slowly drained the disposable cup of its contents. I knew I wasn't going to last long at this rate, so I tried to drink quickly, without looking like I was rushing. I then felt a contraction far more intense than the previous ones. I tightly grabbed my groin, but it didn't help. I felt just the tiniest squirt escape in to my jeans as I bent my knees inward, my legs tightly together.
«If I keep this up,» I thought to myself, «I'm going to wet myself. I have to finish this.» The last bit, I didn't slowly sip, but tipped the cup over and emptied the rest in to my mouth, gulping it down and placing the cup on the counter. "Done. Now I can go."
This sudden change through April off guard. She was enjoying watching me nearly wet myself so much, and didn't want it to be over. "W-wait, you can't yet! I have to, um..." She scrambled for an excuse in her mind, and quickly said "I have to clean the men's room!"
"Well, what's to stop me from using the women's room? No one is here." I made no effort to hide my desperation anymore as I quickly paced to the back of the store.
"T-that's out of order!" She ran from behind the counter, passing me as I was pacing myself, and physically standing between me and the bathrooms. "Y-you have to wait out here while I clean."
I let out a soft whimper, as another sudden bladder contraction caused me to drive both paws between my legs, grabbing at myself, and sending me down on my knees. "F-fine, just hurry, okay?! I'm seriously about to wet myself." I blushed as I heard those words escape my lips, but I was past the stage of being able to act decent.
"You'll be patient and wait like a good little wolf." She turned and went to a door between the restrooms and pulled out a bucket of cleaning supplies, before taking them in to the men's bathroom. The inside of it was simple, containing both a toilet and urinal, and a sink and mirror, and all were nearly spotless. The truth being she had cleaned it nearly an hour ago and no one had been it since then. She didn't even bother to pretend cleaning, expecting me to just wait until she came out.
Sitting in the corner and waiting for her word, I had lost any and all care for trying to hide my desperation. Sitting in front of the bathroom doors, I squirmed, rubbing my legs together as I whined softly, fighting intense and lengthy waves of desperation, determined not to let her make me lose control. Though I was at my limit, and any moment, my body would decide against my will when I would go.
Though she had other things in mind. This whole situation had gotten her fairly aroused. She held herself close to the bathroom door, listening to the sounds of me squirming and whining just outside, and couldn't help but let a paw drift south, undoing the button of her jeans and unzipping herself. Before she could take it much further, she heard me get up and scramble for the door.
I pulled it open quickly, and spoke quickly, nervously. "I-I can't wait any longer! P-please, get out! I'm about to lose it!"
She looked at me, surprised, and just as thoughts of lust were filling her mind, she decided to, instead of moving out of the way to let me in, pin me against the wall. "Oh, no you don't~ Not going to let you go that easily." She leaned against my chest, pinning me against the wall with her whole form. Then, with no warning, she went up on her toes and kissed me.
Taken completely off guard, I held the kiss, letting out a soft whine as my bladder completely let loose. There was no stopping the flow, as my jeans became dark and wet. My body flooded with a sense of relief and embarrassment at the same time, the pressure finally lessening inside my bladder, but at the cost of my dignity. She grabbed at my crotch, feeling my bits underneath as my urine soaked down my pant legs, slowly going until a puddle formed underneath me.
I whimpered softly, pushing her away as I let loose the flood. It continues for what seemed like forever, my pants hot and soaked. The scent filled the too slowly, and I finally managed to say something. "... I-I told you... I couldn't hold it."
She looked up at me, blushing deeply and still smiling. "Aww, the poor wolfie couldn't hold it all in~" Her hand continued to play with my wet jeans, and she moved to unbutton them. "Looks like you're going to need a change."
My eyes widened, hearing that word. I was now in no mood to continue with wherever she was going with this. "Hey! No! April, that's enough." I gently grab her arm, pulling her hand off of my crotch. "This was, certainly an interesting time. But I have my limits."
"B-but -"
"No. I'm sorry, but, I didn't mean to let things go this far." I look out to the rest of the store. "Please just let me clean myself up, and go on my way..."
She looked at me, almost with a begging face, but I wasn't going to give in. "Fine... But, you'll be back some time, right? This is the best night I've ever had around here."
I hesitate, not sure what to say. "We'll see... I don't quite know." I step away, making an exit from the store. She looked down at the puddle I left, blushing as thoughts entered her mind. As much as she wanted to indulge in those thoughts, she knew she had to clean up after me.
While she got out a mop bucket, I grabbed a change of clothes from the trunk of my car, then went to clean myself up as best I could using the bathroom sink. We didn't say a word to each other as we silently cleaned up from this awkward encounter.
Now cleaned up, I left for the exit, passing the counter. Hand on the door, I looked back to see her still mopping up outside the bathrooms. I decided to produce a pen, take the receipt for the coffee and scribble a number on to it: my number. I placed it near the register, and made my leave, wondering if she'd dare call me back for another round. |
Hi all, an archived story of mine from Experience Project. There aren't a lot of footie pajama wetting stories or vids out there.
This will be an unusual story. I'm planning on adding to it periodically in sections, in this one post. I may do a more "full" version at some point, though. Also, as this is pure fantasy, not much logic will abound. It is pure unrealistic fantasy. This is a footie pajama fetish/pajama wetting fetish story, so it will contain elements of both, with some pajama-exhibitionism, if that makes sense.
the pajamas worn look similar to these, although with more white sky and fewer characters on the imprint, a more generic Cars scene. I saw them once and can't find an image.
Enjoy.
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Jake woke up, his alarm blaring loudly. He shut it off and pulled back the covers. he got out of bed and padded downstairs in his sleeper. His parents had left on their business trip and they wouldn't be home for a few weeks. He had the house to himself. He had been looking forward to this for weeks; a chance to spend endless time in his footie pajamas, no time rules, restrictions, or anything.
He walked out the door in his sleeper, the non-skid soles slapping against the ground, becoming dirtier as he walked across the stone path to the mailbox. He retrieved the mail, closing the box and heading back inside, taking a shortcut across the grass, his feet and legs becoming slightly damp from the morning dew.
He decided, while he was up, to do some shopping
The cool hiss of the supermarket door whooshed as it opened, and Jake entered the market. He cringed as the cold floor met his feet. Not having bothered with shoes, the vynal feet of his jammies offered little protection from the cold tile floor. He continued in and searched for the items on his list. Everywhere he recieved bemused stares, that a kid his age was in a supermarket in footed pajamas, of all things.
'So,...nice jammies," said the cashier, eyeing Jake bemusedly as he paid for the items he had selected.
"Thanks. Just didn't feel like getting dressed today," Jake said pleasantly, gathering his change and bags and turning to leave.
He exited the supermarket and continued home.
......
Jake gulped as he approached the school. he shifted his backpack on his sleeper clad shoulder and walked in. He had stuffed his pajama feet into shoes for the day, as they had gym class later, but other than that he was clad only in his footed pajamas. He entered his classroom. All heads turned to him. One kid yelled "Jake-ey's wearing footie pajamas" to uproarious laughter. He sat at his desk amid snickering, but he didn't care.
He found out one thing, though, running laps in footie pjs instead of gym shorts was immensely comfortable.
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By now Jake was going everywhere in his sleeper; to the movies, to the stores, to friends houses. They had been a little wary at first, but after he explained it away as a "social experiment" (yeah right) they were cool with it. PJake became his new nickname. His bathrobe became his jacket and the PJs served all purposes; school clothes, sleeping clothes, lounging clothes, even swimming trunks.
He climbed up to the top of the waterside and stepped in, his pajama foot becoming instantly soaked. He sat down, feeling the cool water soak his butt and legs. He let himself go, sliding down in spirals until he hit the bottom, submerging his sleeper totally. He came up coughing and spluttering and climbed out of the pool. His sleeper felt immensly heavy on his shoulders, and he padded off toward the hot tub.
At times like these, he simply let the sleeper air dry, squelching around in it until it was completely dry.
.
Now it was time for the next phase of his plans. He turned off his alarm and laid back in his bed. He relaxed. A warm wetness spread from his crotch, and thrughout his pajamas, finally soaking into his sheets. He moaned with pleasure. He had been wanting to do that for a long time. He pulled back the covers and survayed himself. His pajamas were soaked in warm, wet pee throughout the crotch and legs. Some had even seeped up his back. He lay back down for a long time.
Eventually he got out of bed and squelched downstairs in his pee-soaked sleeper, sending spurts of pee into it as he went, ignoring the drops dripping onto the floor. His plan was to go in his sleeper all day whenever and wherever he was around the house. He was careful to drink only water to avoid staining and too much of a smell. He let loose in the kitchen where he had stopped, the pee cascading down his legs and pooling around the pajama feet. He splashed his toes around in the puddle and giggled. Today would be great.
Later that morning he let loose again, laying back on the couch watching tv, the pee cascading through his underwear and out of his sleeper, soaking the couch cushion he was sitting on.
At lunch he soaked himself again, sitting at the kitchen counter. Munching his sandwich, he let loose as his pee splashed off the chair noisily and onto the floor where it remained, a rapidly cooling puddle for his pajama feet to soak in.
He peed in his pjs again later that afternoon, walking across the living room, the pee cascading out with each step and leaving a long, wet trail across the carpet. And again that evening while playing Rainbow Six on the computer, the pee cascading off the sides and front of the chair and onto the mat below, the excess soaking into the chair cushion or his sopping sleeper.
Later that evening he sat watching a horror movie, and wet himself "from fright".
After the movie ended he slid off the damp couch so that he was upside down, with his feet resting on the couch cushions, and peed, the urine cascading backwards down his front and back, running out of his collar and over his face and dark blonde hair. He giggled and rolled off in a somersault, laying in his pee for a few seconds before heading to bed.
After locking the house, He entered his room and decided for one last pee. He stood in the middle of his room and let loose, pee fflowed through the fleece, pooling around his feet, his feet distending the carpet enough to note that he was standing in a small lake. He got an idea and stopped the flow. Squishing over to his dresser he pulled open a drawer. Unzipping his sleeper he peed into the open drawer, soaking his school shirts in warm, wet pee. He wouldn't be needing them for a while anyhow, he thought.
Later that night he woke up, and soaked his already-pee-stained sheets again, the pee burbling forth loudly in the silence. Sighing Jake settled himself into the pool of warm pee he was lying in and drifted off to content sleep.
In the morning he washed the sheets and flipped the mattress, washed the carpets and Shirts and cushions, and mopped the floors. He also washed his sleeper, lounging around in his underwear so as not to break his sleeper-only rule. As he stepped into it and zipped it up, heading for the door and the movie theater, he knew he would never forget these footie pajama weeks. |
When 23 year-old Rose Manning first got into teaching, she was warned about various aspects of the job. The pay isn't good enough, the workload is overwhelming, the kids are bastards - all warnings which Rose was all too familiar with. Fresh out of university, she had been lucky to find herself a job helping out with music lessons at a comprehensive school in south London. As a student teacher, she didn't expect to take many classes to start with, however she was excited about many of the opportunities for her to improve her skills, for instance, she had been put in charge of running the lower school choir for the upcoming term. She finally felt like an adult, working a full time job, living in a small flat with one of her best friends from school, eating properly cooked meals rather than the diet of Pot Noodles and takeway curries she enjoyed at university. She woke up on the morning of her first day feeling like she was ready to begin her new life. She'd finally got out of a fairly miserable fourteen month relationship with a guy who studied music with her at uni, and she felt free to meet new people, to start enjoying herself again.
Rose had never been much of a morning person, but the adrenaline got her straight out of bed once her alarm rang at 6:00. Of course, the fact she was bursting for the loo also helped quicken her decision to climb out of bed and into the bathroom. She sighed as she emptied her bladder into the toilet, whilst doing the normal check of all her social media profiles at the same time. Wiping herself, before flushing the toilet, she began to shower, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on her barely blemished skin, as she ran shampoo through her luscious blonde hair. Though Rose was too modest to admit it, she really was beautiful, with her long blonde hair and stunning figure. She often found herself being cat-called on the streets by perverts, and leered at by 17 year old virgins, while she'd also been warned not to tolerate any of that sort of behaviour from the pupils she would be teaching in the upcoming months. Feeling sufficiently clean, she turned the shower off and began to dry herself. Rose opted for a tight black skirt, black tights and a smart white shirt, eager to make a good impression on the first day. After she finished getting ready, Rose headed downstairs, made herself a coffee and put the radio on. Dancing along to the music as she buttered her toast, her housemate Ellie came into the kitchen.
"Someone's in a good mood!" Ellie exclaimed, wearily rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"I'm just so excited, I really feel I can make a difference to these kid's lives!" Rose answered, taking a long slip of her coffee afterwards.
"Fuck off Rose, you sound like an advert for the clinically deluded," Ellie moaned, running her hands through her long brown curly hair, still messy from the night's sleep.
Rose just lifted her middle finger in response, as she swigged some more coffee. Rose loved Ellie, she really did, but her pessimistic attitude didn't half irritate her. But then again, maybe that's just what she needed, someone to keep her grounded. Ellie had spent the last two months telling Rose how much she'd hate teaching, which she had managed to ignore for the most part. Of course there was an element of nervousness for Rose, but she was determined to flush out that feeling with positivity. Finishing her coffee, she gathered her things together, and headed towards the door.
"Have a good day at work Ellie!" Rose shouted.
"I won't," Ellie replied.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Rose tried to press her housemate for some words of encouragement.
"Don't cry on the first day," Ellie sarcastically responded.
Don't cry on the first day. Solid advice, Rose thought to herself, as she closed the door behind her. It was still just about summer in England, so the walk to the tube station was perfectly pleasant, as Rose began to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead. Okay so it's assembly this morning, then Year 8 music first two lessons, then choir at lunch. God, I wonder what the Year 8's will be like, they were always the worst year when I was younger. Rose continued to think through the walk, before she found herself at the tube station. She heard the train coming in, so she quickly ran towards the platform, and jumped on a tube packed with commuters. This wasn't how she pictured the start of her new London life, crammed into a small metallic train with 50 other sweaty strangers. After twenty minutes she found herself at the right stop, so she ungracefully elbowed her way out of the carriage, and onto the platform. Rose found herself swept up by the sea of commuters, heading towards the exit door. As she slowly moved out of the station, her eye was drawn towards the sign for the ladies toilets. Ooh, I could really do with a wee, she thought to herself. However she didn't want to be late, and besides, she wasn't going to pay 30p for the privilege to do something she could do for free in less than half an hour.
After a short walk, she found herself at the gates of her new school. She took in her surroundings, the faint smell of weed, the five Year 10 kids aggressively hitting a football against the wall, the worn down school building in all its glory. It wasn't exactly Hogwarts, but shit, it was an actual school that actually wanted her. She looked at her watch, 8:17am, she was running slightly late for her meeting with the headteacher. She asked a surly looking teenager to point her in the direction of the headmaster's office, and began to walk down to begin her life as a student teacher. She found the office easily enough, and noticed the ladies toilets right next door. Perfect, I'll duck in here quickly before the meeting. However just as Rose was prepared to make her way to the loo, she was interrupted by a voice.
"Miss Manning, welcome, I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," the headteacher joked, with a hint of passive-aggression in his voice.
Alright, I was only four minutes late you dick. "Mr Williams, thanks so much for the opportunity, sorry, the commute took slightly longer than I expected, new to London and everything!" Rose laughed.
"Don't worry, I understand. Shall we go through?" Mr Williams asked.
Rose debated asking if she could go to the loo first, but she didn't want to piss off the head on her first day. She wasn't that desperate yet, as long as she could relieve herself soon. "Sure!"
After ten minutes, Mr Williams led Rose to the staff room to meet the rest of her new colleagues. Rose didn't quite pluck up the courage to ask if she could go to the toilet after leaving the head's office, and the effect of the coffee from that morning was beginning to take its toll. At uni, Rose had been the subject of mockery for her tiny bladder. When out in the evenings, Rose was always the first one to find herself in desperate need of relief, and on occasion, she had even resorted to peeing in darkened alleyways, or in one instance, in an empty water bottle on the deserted top floor of the no. 68 bus. In her adult life, she had only wet herself twice, once was during Glastonbury when she was 19, when she was in the queue for the toilet and holding it became too painful, while the other time was during a hockey match at uni, where she had a full bladder hit with the full force of a hockey stick. To this day, that was one of the most embarrassing days of her life, and while her friends were all sympathetic, she hadn't played hockey since, despite being twice player of the year for her university. Since realising just how small her bladder is, Rose had always made sure to use the toilet whenever one was available, even if she didn't really have to go that badly.
"So everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Manning, who will be joining us as of today. She will be assisting our music teachers, as well as taking some of the extra curricular clubs too. I'm sure you'll make her feel very welcome. I need to go and prepare for assembly now; Mrs Tyler, would you be able to show Miss Manning the ropes from here?" Mrs Tyler nodded, warmly grinning at Rose, as the head left the room.
"Hi Rose, great to see you again, how are you doing?" Mrs Tyler asked. Beth Tyler was a brown haired woman in her early thirties, who had met Rose during her interview.
"Oh really well thanks, so excited to get stuck in, I've been looking forward to this for a while." Rose politely sipped on the cup of coffee the head gave her in his office.
"Oh that's lovely to hear. So it's whole school assembly in a few minutes, then I hear you're going to be helping me with my Year 8 class, is that correct?" she asked.
"Yes, so hopefully a nice easy start for me," Rose laughed, trying to gauge Beth's reaction to that comment.
Beth laughed nervously "They can be a challenging bunch, but don't worry, it's your first day, I wouldn't expect you to have to deal with them alone yet."
"Oh that's a relief." The thought of relief reminded Rose of her nagging bladder. "By the way, where are the toilets in here?"
"They're just round the corner there," Beth pointed them out to her. Rose finished the last of her coffee, then wandered over to the loos. She pushed the door, but to no avail. Fuck, someone's in there. She crossed her legs as she stood next to the adjacent wall, waiting for the occupant to finish so she could relieve herself. The first coffee had hit her bladder, and now she was pretty desperate to go. She certainly didn't want to leave it too much longer, as the second coffee would make its way down soon. Looking at her watch, she realised it would be assembly soon, and she'd rather sit through that crossing her legs, than miss the start of it and get into trouble on her first day. She reluctantly made her way round the corner, to see Beth waiting for her.
"Better?" she asked.
"Sorry? Oh yeah, much better thanks," Rose replied. Why did I say that? I'm going to look like I have the bladder of a three year old if I go before break now. You idiot.
"Great, these assemblies are pretty boring most of the time, but they're only once a week at least," Beth joked. As the two headed into assembly, Rose began mentally working out a way to get to a toilet without seeming like she had a bladder condition. For now, she would just have to hold it.
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God, she was right, those assemblies are boring. And so long, no one needs to talk that much. Rose and Beth were walking towards the music classroom, when they walked past the ladies. "I'll be right with you, I just need to get a tissue," Rose attempted to go into the ladies.
"Oh no, it's okay, I've got tissues in my handbag. Also, teachers and students aren't really supposed to use the same bathroom," Beth kindly handed Rose some tissues, unknowing that what she actually desperately needed was a trip to the loo.
"Oh okay, for future reference, where are the other staff toilets then?" Rose coyly asked, trying to disguise the fact she really had to go quite badly now.
"Apart from the ones in the staff room, the only other ones are the other side of the school, by the history classrooms."
"Wow, that's a long way to go just to use the loo," Rose exclaimed, now trying to hide her despair.
"I know, I only use the toilets there when I'm bursting anyway. It's a nightmare during classes as well, because obviously you can't leave them unattended for ten minutes. I mean you shouldn't really leave them unattended at all of course, but it's a lot easier to leave them on their own for two minutes when the toilets are right next door," Beth ranted. "I've told them so many times that both sets of toilets are on the other side of the school, but no one seems willing to do anything about it. For now, we just have to cross our legs." Rose grimaced at how true that sentence was at that point.
Rose's mum always used to tell her that good children should be seen and not heard. She wondered what her mum would think of the sound made by the Year 8 class outside the classroom. She'd seen wild animals act more civilised than the circus of school children waiting for a music lesson. Beth didn't look too impressed with the behaviour either.
"CAN I HAVE SOME QUIET PLEASE?" Beth yelled, switching into teacher mode very suddenly. Two boys continued to talk. "Sorry, was I not clear enough? STOP TALKING OR YOU WILL LOSE YOUR BREAK TIME. I hoped you'd all have matured after a summer off from school, but it seems not."
"Sorry Mrs Tyler," the class responded creepily in unison. Rose anxiously twisted her legs over as another warning jolt came from her bladder. The class shuffled in one by one, and Rose followed in behind.
"Class, this is Miss Manning, she's going to be helping you for the next year, so if you get stuck with anything, she'll be able to give you a hand. She's also here to help me, and if she sees any of you misbehaving, she will let me know about it," Beth sternly told her class. "I'll let her introduce herself now."
Shit, put me on the spot a bit there... "Uh okay, hi everyone, I'm Miss Manning, I'm really looking forward to meeting all of you properly, and helping you with your music. If you all work as hard as you can, I know we're going to get on great!" The students just stared at her blankly.
"Okay, so today we're going to be looking at film music, so I'd like you to get into pairs, and talk about your favourite music from films. Me and Miss Manning will be coming round to check on how you're doing," Beth instructed her class.
Rose and Beth scoured the classroom, talking with the kids about the best music from films. The answers were fairly predictable, some said Star Wars, some said Harry Potter, some said Indiana Jones, but Rose was having a tough time concentrating on the conversations, instead focussing on her now rapidly filling bladder. Rose found herself adopting a crouched down sort of position to talk to the children, so she could make eye contact during conversations, however this put a lot of pressure on her bladder, and in this position, she was unable to cross her legs. Furthermore, the crouch was similar to the one she knew all too well from her university days, when she'd be so desperate for the loo, she'd just crouch down and release outside. Subconsciously, her holding muscles wanted to relax, but wetting herself in her first lesson wouldn't exactly be a great start. Rose looked at her watch, it was still over an hour before she could use the toilet, and the second cup of coffee was now making itself known. Come on, you can hold it, your bladder isn't that small. Just get through this, then pee.
"Okay class, now I've got a treat for you, we're going to listen to some film music. But don't go to sleep, because I want you to write down all the instruments you can hear in each section. I need to take a phone call now, so Miss Manning is in charge until I get back. If any of you misbehave, there will be serious consequences, do you understand?" Beth warned the class.
"Yes Mrs Tyler," the class replied.
What happened to not leaving me on my own??? Okay relax, all you've got to do is play the CD. "Okay guys, are you all ready?" she asked.
"Miss, how old are you?" one kid asked.
"That has nothing to do with the work you've been asked to do, I'm going to play the CD now," she tried to sound authoritative, which was difficult with her bladder resting like a ton of bricks on her abdomen.
"Have you got a boyfriend, miss," another girl asked.
"Right, any more questions like that and you're all staying in at break," Rose angrily snapped at the children.
"Miss, can I go to the toilet?" one girl put her hand up.
"No, you're twelve, you can hold it," Rose harshly told her. If I can't pee, you can't, sorry.
"Please miss, I'm busting!" she pleaded. Rose felt bad, she did look genuinely desperate to go.
"Go on then, you've got two minutes," Rose relented, perhaps owing to her past experiences. When she was twelve, she peed herself in class once, and the bullying afterwards was horrific. She couldn't live with herself if the same happened to someone else.
"Thanks miss," the girl ran out of the classroom, clearly on the verge of an accident herself.
"Right, now I'm going to play the CD now, no more interruptions," Rose pressed play on the CD, sat down, and instantly dug both hands into her crotch to remove some of the mounting pressure. Her legs were tightly crossed, and she could barely sit still. It was a good job no kids could see under the table, because it was completely obvious that she badly needed to piss. About ten minutes passed, and Beth still hadn't returned. Rose noticed some kids talking, and while she didn't particularly want to have to stand up and deal with it, she also didn't want a reputation for being soft.
"Do you two want to share your conversation with the rest of us?" Rose asked, bringing out one of the oldest teaching cliches in the book.
"No miss," one of them sheepishly answered.
"If I see you two talking again, you'll both be staying in during break," Rose sternly warned them.
"She's not going to actually do anything," Rose heard one of the boys mutter to the other.
Right, I'll show him. "Unlucky, you two just lost your break."
"But miss...." the spiky ginger haired boy protested.
"Unless you want to discuss it with Mr Williams?" Rose slyly asked them.
"No miss," they responded in unison.
Shortly after, Beth returned, and Rose was able to take a back seat again. Rose explained to Beth about the two boys who were staying in at break time, and the more senior teacher seemed impressed with how the youngster dealt with the situation. Rose would have probably been more grateful for the praise if she wasn't absolutely bursting for a wee. But she was resilient, and as the clock drew closer to eleven, Rose was confident she'd make it to the toilet in time. Nonetheless, she wasn't taking any chances, so she kept everything clenched as much as possible. The bell rang, and Rose had to stop herself from running out of the classroom, and making a beeline to the loo. She was so desperate for the loo that she couldn't stop herself squirming excessively when Beth dismissed the class. Rose got to the door, and just as she was about to run off to the toilet, Beth grabbed her.
"Rose, would you mind staying in and watching Max and Tom during break, I'm absolutely dying to go to the loo," Beth did look on the verge of bursting, hopping from side to side, and eyes constantly darting around the corridor.
"Right, it's just I really really need to go as well," Rose admitted, bending her knees and bouncing up and down.
"Please, you can go as soon as I've finished, I've not had a chance to go all day, and if I wait any longer, I might wet myself," she whispered, the desperation evident in her voice.
Yeah, you're not the only one. "Okay, please please be quick!" Rose begged.
As Beth darted off, Rose walked back into the room, hoping she could hold it. "Okay boys, I want you to write 250 words on 'Why I shouldn't talk during class," after that, you can go."
Fuck, why did you have to keep them in at break? You're 2/2 for terrible decisions today, nice one. God, my panties feel damp, really hope that's not pee. Max took a long swig of water, and at almost the same time, Rose's resolve began to slip, as a drop of pee leaked into her panties. Fuck it, this is too painful, I'm going to need to let some of this out. Rose tried to relax, to ease some of this fairly intense pain, but when she wanted it to, her bladder refused to relax. Okay, that's fine, you're just going to have to hold it for a few more minutes then. The signals her brain was sending to her bladder seemed to be getting mixed up, as without warning, the floodgates started opening. A long spurt of wee made its way out of her urethra, thankfully not enough to leak out of her skirt yet, but enough to leave her knickers feeling very damp. Oh my God, this can't be real, this can't be real. Not on my first day. Having already released some, the pain to release the rest was almost excruciating, but there's no way she could let the students know she'd had an accident. There was no way she could stand up, the second she stopped applying all possible pressure on her peehole, the torrent would be unstoppable. As the pain once again became too much, she began wetting herself, releasing her pent-up wee as slowly as possible. She felt the wee soak her panties completely, while it dripped down her tights, down into her shoes. A few drops of pee ran off the chair, causing a splashing sound on the ground, both boys looked up, but luckily didn't notice anything. Her bladder was nowhere near empty, but she could relatively comfortably hold it for the next few minutes. Both boys handed in their mini-essays, and left the room, much to Rose's relief. With nothing to hold on for anymore, she released the rest of her urine, sobbing into her arms at the same time. Her tights were absolutely saturated, while there was a large puddle on the floor, and on the chair where she had been sitting. Don't cry on the first day. Rose smiled bittersweetly, Ellie's words of advice that morning proved to be prophetic. Beth came in at that point, and looked at Rose with a look of pity and guilt.
"Oh Rose, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise how much you needed to go," Beth apologised.
"What am I going to do? I can't teach anyone like this," Rose cried.
"Don't worry, we'll work something out, it'll all be okay," Beth came over to give Rose a hug, while trying to avoid stepping in the puddle of piss on the floor. It had been a fairly traumatic first morning, but at least things could only get better. |
For the second time that day, Rose found herself in the shower. What a shit first day, she thought to herself. Wet myself in front of a colleague, had to spend the rest of the day wearing some lost property trousers whilst stinking of piss, and almost broke into tears during a year 7-9 choir rehearsal. New life, same old bollocks. However she did feel significantly better now that she was clean again. Her moment of serenity was interrupted by a loud banging.
"Rose, open up, I'm gonna piss myself here," Ellie yelled, continually knocking on the door, while dancing around outside to stop her bladder exploding dramatically.
"I'm busy, can't you wait?" Rose asked. If she does wet herself, at least my story won't be so embarrassing.
"You're cleaning it up if I piss myself," Ellie shouted, continuing to try and hammer the door down. "Come on, it's not like I've never seen you naked."
"Okay, I'm done now anyway," Rose stepped out the shower, unlocking the door.
"Thank God," Ellie exclaimed, as she ripped off her black trousers, pulling her red panties down with them. She moaned in relief as the pee flooded out of her like a hose, the torrent of water splashing into the bowl. "You have no idea how much I needed that," Oh trust me, I can imagine..., Rose thought. "I mean, that can't be legal, the toilets at Pret were broken all day, so the only place we could piss was this scabby portaloo, and I'd rather wet myself than use one of them."
Rose nodded along, slightly in awe of Ellie's bladder. After two coffees, it took Rose five hours before she couldn't hold on any longer. Ellie had had at least two coffees that morning, and had lasted ten hours before reaching breaking point. Ellie continued her epic wee, clearly so so relieved. "Bloody hell, how much have you drunk today?" Rose asked.
"Two cups of coffee, a bottle of water and a coke," Ellie exclaimed, as her stream finally died down to a trickle, and then nothing. "Oh my God, that was better than sex. I've been desperate since eleven, a woman gave up her seat on the bus home cause she thought I was pregnant." Ellie wiped herself, flushed the loo, and pulled her trousers back up. "How was your day?"
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"So you wet yourself after two coffees??" Ellie laughed. Bloody hell, can I at least have a bit of sympathy? Rose thought to herself. "Fuck, is your bladder the size of a peanut or something?"
"It's not funny, it was really embarrassing for me," Rose started to well up with tears again.
"I'm sorry, it is a bit funny though, you have to admit," Ellie could barely contain her laughter.
"This is why I don't tell you things," Rose cried.
"Aw Rose, I'm sorry, you're right, you've had a shit day, I should be more supportive," Ellie answered. "In fact, I think I can help you."
"Can you turn back time, and make this day never happen?" Rose asked.
"Ha, no. But I can help you get a stronger bladder, to stop this ever happening again, if you want?" Ellie offered.
Rose scoffed, "You can't get a stronger bladder, you've either got a strong one or you don't. You do, I don't."
"Okay, so I've got a story for you, it's about a thirteen year old girl with a tiny bladder, a lot like yourself. She's called Elizabeth, or Ellie, for short." Rose looked up, ready to listen to what Ellie had to say. "And on school trip to France, she wet herself not once, not twice, but three times over the course of the week. Once on the coach journey into Paris, once in the queue for the Eiffal Tower, and once getting scared on a rollercoaster at Disneyland. As you can imagine, people in their early teens aren't the kindest towards those who can't control their bladders, so until leaving school, I was known as Pissy Lizzie."
"Oh so that's why you hate people calling you by you're proper name," Rose felt a bit better hearing her friend say this.
"Yeah, well done Sherlock. Anyway, I knew I couldn't let this happen again, so I spent the whole summer trying to train my bladder so I could actually hold my piss for more than half an hour. I'd drink stupid amounts of water, then ban myself from using the bathroom for a set amount of time, I'd put myself in situations where it felt like my bladder was actually going to burst, where the term 'desperate for the toilet' became my default position, but eventually, my bladder started to grow. Ever since I finished training myself, I've never pissed myself since. Even today, I reckon I could have lasted another half an hour before I was genuinely at a risk of wetting myself. I could train you, if you wanted, help you conqueror your peanut bladder." Ellie looked genuinely eager to help her friend at this point, and for that, Rose was grateful.
"I don't know, maybe this is a one-off," Rose mused.
"Come on, I've known you since sixth form, we both know this isn't a one-off. You've pissed yourself since I've met you more times than my cousin has, and he's three. And teaching is tough, you'll have days when you'll have to use every muscle in your body to hold your pee in because some arsehole keeps pulling the fire alarm for a prank. There'll be days when there's so much marking to do, you'll have no option but to cross your legs with all your might, or else you'll have OFSTED on your arse, there'll be..." Ellie was interrupted by Rose here. "Yeah yeah, I get the idea, okay, I'll do it."
"Marvellous, training starts tonight. Be prepared to suffer like you've never suffered before," Ellie cackled, as Rose began to wonder how this was possible going to go for her. |
'Come on, come on,' Rose moaned to herself as she desperately turned the key in the lock to her flat. She'd been bursting for a pee since she got on the tube home, but she couldn't bring herself to pay 30p to use a public toilet. And now she was on her doorstep, on the verge of wetting her panties. Two weeks since Ellie promised to help train her bladder, nothing had happened. Rose hadn't wet herself at school since the first day, and thankfully Beth was still the only person who knew her little secret. But a school day wasn't complete without Rose finding herself in dire need of a loo stop at at least one point. She'd even ended a few choir rehearsals early so she could avoid having an embarrassing accident. She finally opened her door, dropped her bag by the door and made a mad dash to the loo, without even bothering to take her coat off, however she found Ellie standing by the door with a smirk on her face.
'I had a feeling that might happen,' Ellie laughed, while sipping a bottle of water as if to tantalise her.
'Come on Ellie, I'm going to piss myself here,' Rose stood legs tightly crossed, dancing on the spot while holding onto her crotch.
'Nah, your bladder training starts right here, and that means no toilet. You've got to learn how to hold your pee for longer when you're at bursting point,' Ellie informed her.
'Oh sod this,' Rose replied, running into the kitchen. In desperation, she sat up on the sink, wriggled to pull her skirt and panties down, and let the pee explode out of her aching peehole. 'Oh my God!' she moaned as the sound of her pent up urine hit the metallic sink at full force. Ellie just stood there shaking her head, as Rose let her panties and skirt drop to the floor. If Rose didn't look so cute, bathed in the euphoria of finally getting a chance to urinate, Ellie might have been angry at her housemate. But Ellie had always been slightly in love with Rose, and Rose knew that, even if she'd never actually admitted it to her. As Rose's piss stream went down to a trickle, she stood up, wiped herself with a piece of kitchen towel, and gave Ellie a cheeky wink, before walking back to her room, bottom half still completely exposed. Ellie could only turn round and admire as her beautiful naked arse walked passed her.
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'You're not using the toilet again until 7:00 tomorrow morning, do you understand?' Ellie asked, as if she was talking to a five year old.
Rose twirled her spaghetti round on her fork. 'But that's insane, there's no way I'll last that long.'
'Until I say otherwise, you're allowed to go to the toilet three times a day. I'd advise one during the morning, one some time mid-afternoon and one right before bed. Because of your piss earlier, you don't get to go again until tomorrow morning, as I assume that's your third pee of the day,' Ellie scolded her.
'Fifth actually,' Rose muttered under her breath.
'You've peed five times today?! Christ, this is going to be tougher than I thought,' Ellie could scarcely believe it.
'How are you going to make sure I stick to this anyway?' Rose asked.
'Because I know when you're lying, I've known you long enough now,' Ellie answered nonchalantly
'And what if I break this rule?' Rose pondered.
'I'm not telling you, but I promise it won't be pleasant,' Ellie laughed in her slightly unsettling evil way.
'You're right, I definitely don't want to know. Ahhhh but I've got to pee now,' Rose moaned like a six year old child.
'Only twelve hours to hold it then,' Ellie reassured her. 'Oh and btw, peeing in a sink or whatever isn't allowed either, you either use the toilet like a proper grown up, or you wet yourself, those are your options, unless you want more punishment?'
'You're sick,' Rose laughed.
'Love you too,' Ellie blew her a kiss.
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Rose passed the toilet, so agonisingly close to relief. They were about to go to bed, and she was busting to pee. She'd had a load of water at dinner, as well as a few glasses of wine, so she was positively desperate to urinate. Brushing her teeth and washing her face was painful, as the cold water dripping out of the tap sent sharp warnings to her bladder. She managed to survive without leaking in her pyjama bottoms, however just as she headed to her bedroom, Ellie grabbed hold of her.
'Hang on, I need to show you something,' Ellie dragged Rose into the bathroom.
'Come on Ellie, I'm tired, I just want to go to sleep so I don't have to wait so long to pee,' Rose protested.
Ellie pulled her jeans down, revealing her untrimmed pussy, and sat on the toilet, relaxing as her pee was released from her body. 'Ooh that feels so good.'
'Fuck off Ellie, stop taunting me,' Rose whined. 'You know I'm busting.'
'I'm sorry, you've got to learn to deal with hearing these sort of sounds though, if you listen to a waterfall with a full bladder and not have it explode, you can hold it anywhere,' Ellie reasoned. Rose couldn't argue with the logic, she just wanted to head to sleep now however. Ellie wiped, flushed and headed off to bed herself.
'Oh by the way, I've put an alarm outside your room which will let me know if you open your door to go and pee before 7:00, so I wouldn't even try,' Ellie chuckled.
'For fucks sake Ellie,' Rose laughed, although inwardly panicking. She had planned to escape for a wee once Ellie had gone to sleep, but it was clear that wouldn't be able to happen. She would just have to hold it. Getting to sleep with a reasonably full bladder was difficult, but after crossing her legs a bit, and squirming around a lot, she eventually drifted off.
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Oh my God, my bladder is actually going to explode. That was Rose's first thought when she woke up to an incredibly full feeling in her abdomen. She'd been woken up by a dream in which she was desperately looking around a crowded city for a toilet. Rose knew where the toilet was here, but she didn't want to face the wrath of Ellie by going to use it. She loved Ellie, but she knew she was a bit psychotic, and just because they were friends, the punishment that she threatened could literally involve anything. Laxative in her cereal, a drawing of a penis on her ID card in permanent marker. Rose just couldn't risk that. She looked at her phone, 3:42, still three hours left to hold it. Rose tried to fall back to sleep, but her bladder was screaming at her. She dug her fists into her pink pyjama bottoms, desperately looking for something to pee in. A leak dribbled out of her peehole, and almost immediately after, a much longer spurt escaped, seeping through the crotch of her bottoms. Rose stuck her hands inside her bottoms, pressing firmly down on her crotch. What do I do? Rose thought to herself. I can't hold it a minute longer. In the corner of her eye, Rose saw a towel lying on the floor, and in desperation, she grabbed it, pulled her pyjama bottoms down, and dug the towel into her pussy. Unable to hold on anymore, she slowly started weeing into the towel, almost moaning in relief as ten hours worth of pee leaked out of her urethra. Rose tried to be careful not to drip any on the carpet, but eventually the towel couldn't hold anymore, and she was forced to just let the rest go on the floor. She didn't know what Ellie would say in the morning, but for now at least, she could sleep with an empty bladder. |
Sorry for the delay, been rather busy recently!
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The familiar need to urinate woke Rose from her sleep. How can I still have to pee?! I practically pissed an ocean last night. She was by no means desperate, but she didn't fancy holding it for too much longer. She checked her phone, it was two minutes till her alarm went off, but she knew what Ellie had said about going to the toilet before 7. She'd have to just hold it for another two minutes. Shit, the towel! If Ellie sees it she'll go mental. As Rose frantically searched for somewhere to hide the towel, Ellie walked into the room.
'What's that?' Ellie asked, glaring at her naked housemate.
'Um, I'm just going for a shower,' Rose unconvincingly lied.
Ellie grabbed the towel off her, still staring at her untrustingly. "It's damp." She brought the towel closer to her nose. "You pissed in here didn't you?"
Rose stared at the floor humiliated. 'I just couldn't hold it, I was dying,'
'No shower for you then,' Ellie laughed.
'Are you serious?? But I stink of piss, I've got to go to work, come on, this isn't fair!'
'I told you there'd be punishments if you break the rules. Plus if you take a shower, you'll try and sneak a pee, and you've already had your morning pee today,' Ellie reasoned.
'Oh my God, you're such a bitch,' Rose squirmed slightly as she was reminded of her predicament.
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Rose winced as the bus went over another speed bump. I'm absolutely bursting, I don't know how much longer I can last. She was supervising a sixth form trip to see a concert in Birmingham, and there was still two hours left on the bus. She'd tried to avoid drinking too much, but her bladder was full of the coffee she had to perk herself up, as well as the pee she failed to release when she wet herself in the middle of the night. As she tightly crossed her legs and drummed her fingers on the window pane, she wondered whether she'd actually make it to the toilet.
'Babe what's wrong?' Rose became aware of whispering from the seat behind her.
'I'm dying for a wee,' a girl replied. Rose recognised the voice, it was Alice, the head girl and general model student.
'Oh, I'll ask miss when we're stopping,' the other girl answered.
'No don't...' Alice hissed.
'Miss, are we stopping at a service station? Alice really needs to loo,' Alice's friend asked Rose a bit too loudly.
Alice turned bright red, painfully shy and now aware that everyone knew she needed the toilet. 'Oh my God, Jess.'
'Um, I don't think so sorry, just try and take your mind off it,' Rose answered, offering a weak smile.
'I'll be okay,' Alice nervously replied, shifting anxiously in her seat as she said it.
Rose stared blankly out the window, silently struggling with her own predicament. Another half hour passed, and the pain was getting more and more unbearable. Rose genuinely considered wetting herself, she already stank of piss, a bit more wouldn't make any difference. However she couldn't quite bring herself to actually let go of her bladder. Suddenly she heard a whimpering sound behind her.
'Are you okay?' Jess asked, noticing Alice had tears in her eyes.
'Oh my God, I think I'm actually going to wet myself,' Alice gasped, tightly digging her fist into the crotch of her jeans.
'Miss, can you ask the coach to stop? Alice is bursting, she's going to wet herself,' Jess again unsubtly asked Rose.
'Do you not think you can hold it for just one more hour?' Rose asked sympathetically. Shit, I'm not sure I can hold it one more hour. Alice could only shake her head in response. 'Okay, I'll ask.'
Standing up put a whole lot of extra pressure on her bladder, and Rose had to steady herself to avoid having an embarrassing accident. She awkwardly made her way to the front of the bus, trying not to look too desperate.
'Hi, I was just wondering if it would be possible to stop at the next services. We've got a few people here quite desperate for the loo,' Rose asked the driver. Quite is an understatement.
'Sorry love, they'll just have to hold it. I'm already running behind today,' the driver unhelpfully replied.
'Please, there's no guarantee you'll have dry seats in an hour,' Rose added, and I don't just mean Alice.
'If anyone pisses on the seats, there'll be so much trouble,' the driver aggressively warned her.
Rose returned back to her seat, each step reminding her how desperate her bladder was for relief.
'Sorry, he's not going to stop,' Rose told Alice. 'Is it really bad?'
'I really don't think I can hold it,' Alice cried.
'I'm bursting too, it'll be okay' Rose tried to reassure her. 'We'll look for toilets as soon as we get to Birmingham.'
'Okay,' Alice whimpered, crossing her legs tighter still.
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The coach was just outside Birmingham, and amazingly, while both Alice and Rose had bladders on the verge of exploding, they still had dry knickers. With every service station passed, it felt like the desperation increased tenfold for both. Alice had barely been able to contain herself, exclaiming how embarrassed she was every few minutes, while Rose had tried not to show the pupils how desperate she was, staying quiet and bouncing up and down in her seat constantly.
'Oh shit, it's coming out!' Alice cried. A long spurt of wee escaped from her urethra, although she was able to control herself before it seeped through her light blue jeans.
'Hold on babe, we're nearly there,' Jess soothed her.
Rose was having problems of her own, the pain was just too unbearable for her and she knew that as soon she stood up, she'd piss herself. She'd have to let a bit out to relieve the pressure. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax, while making sure not to let go too much. A long trickle of pee leaked into her knickers, as Rose felt the pressure leave her bladder. Lost in the moment, she failed that a wet patch had emerged on her black trousers. Rose somehow managed to stop, but she knew if she didn't get to a toilet quickly, things would go horribly wrong. As the bus pulled into the car park, both girls noticed a set of public toilets, almost sending their bladders into overdrive. As soon as the driver put the handbrake on, Alice rushed to the front of the bus, crying as another spurt of pee escaped, this time running down her leg. A small wet patch was now visible underneath her bum, and she hopped from side to side waiting for the doors to open. Rose was quick behind her, gingerly shifting as she felt the dampness in her knickers.
Alice dashed into the loo, unbuttoning her jeans as she went. She ran into the only available stall, ripped her jeans and panties off and moaned a sigh of relief as she let go. A torrent of pee splashed against the toilet water, and the disgusting state of the facilities didn't even bother the 18-year old. Rose came up behind, cursing in despair as she realised all the other stalls were occupied. Fuck, I can't hold it. Bent over, fists dug in her crotch, listening to the sound of other people relieving themselves, the pain became too much. As the hot pee flowed through her trousers, she closed her eyes in humiliation. Wetting herself twice in her first two months of teaching didn't feel great. Despite the incredible relief she felt, she didn't quite know how she was going to face her pupils after that.
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Rose slumped in her seat in the bus. What a horrible day! Stank of piss all day, spent the whole time worrying someone would see I'd pissed myself, and to top it all off, I need a wee again. Amazingly no one had actually noticed Rose's wet trousers, as they were black and she'd been able to tie a jumper around herself to hide her crotch. Alice had not been so lucky, having opted to wear light blue jeans. Ironically, the one who made it to the toilet was the one who ended up being teased the most, with the wet patch clearly visible underneath her bum. The poor girl had been inconsolable all day, despite the efforts of Rose and Jess to make her feel better. Alice had seen Rose wetting herself when she came out of the loo, but being the nice she was, she didn't mention anything about it. Rose had felt so bad about the teasing Alice was forced to endure that she was tempted to admit wetting herself, but she hadn't quite managed to summon up the courage to do so. The speed bump sent a warning to Rose's bladder, she really needed to get to the loo soon, or else she'd be at risk of wetting herself for a third time in a day. Fortunately they were nearly back at school so Rose could soon rush in and use the toilet. Rose breathed a sigh of relief as the bus pulled into school, and all the kids began to file out.
"Thanks everyone, see you tomorrow!" Rose told her pupils as they went off on their way home.
"Erm, Miss Manning, could I possibly speak to you? In private?" Alice shyly asked, still visibly upset.
"Of course, Alice, my door is always open, let's head back inside and have a chat now," Rose consoled the poor girl, while still aware of her own pressing need to relieve herself.
The two headed inside, Rose let Alice into her office and put the kettle on. "I'll be right with you, I'm just going to pop to the loo," Rose dashed out of her office, trying not to look too desperate. As she ran down the corridor, so close to relief, she was met with a nasty surprise. Fuck, they must have locked the toilets. Rose crossed her legs tightly, groaned, and headed back to her office, bladder still very much full.
"Okay, what's on your mind?" Rose asked, while pouring the tea, the sound of the flowing liquid giving her bladder a tingly feeling.
"I'm not sure I want to do music anymore," Alice sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
"But Alice, you're one of my best students, I thought you wanted to read Music at Oxford?" Rose enquired, absent mindedly sipping on her tea.
"That was before I wet myself in front of everyone. I just don't know how I can come back to class when everyone saw me lose control like that, it was just so embarrassing," Alice explained.
Ha, believe me, I know all about embarrassment... "I completely understand you're upset by this, and it might take a few weeks before you can get over it, but you need to understand that it's not as embarrassing as you think it is. It could have happened to anyone, it happened to me, I was just lucky no one realised. Believe me, this sort of thing happens a lot more than you'd think."
"I don't know anyone who's wet themselves at school since year 3," Alice bitterly sobbed.
"Okay, I have a story that might make you feel better. When I was 21, I was playing a hockey game at uni. I was busting for the loo, but didn't get time to go before the start of the game. Anyway, it got harder and harder to hold it, and eventually, someone hit me on the stomach with a hockey stick during the game. I couldn't help myself, I wet my shorts in front of a huge crowd, and it was blatantly obvious. And yes, it was really humiliating for me, but now I see my friends at uni, and we laugh about it." And if you don't leave my office soon, I might be about to wet myself again, she thought, as she crossed her legs tighter still.
"Maybe you're right, it probably would be a bit of an over-reaction to stop following my dream because of some silly accident, I'll keep going. Thanks miss, you're a really great teacher!" Alice told her, looking much happier.
"Thank you Alice, that really means a lot! Any time you need anything, feel free to drop in!" Rose would have enjoyed the moment more if she wasn't absolutely dying to get to the loo.
As soon as Alice was out of side, Rose sprinted to the loo as fast as she could, desperately trying to hold on to her pee. To her horror, she tried to get into the ladies again, but found it was still locked. As a drop of wee leaked into her panties, she knew she needed to act quickly. There was absolutely no way she'd even make it to the tube station without wetting her trousers. And there was no way she was going to wet herself again. She tried to get into the men's toilets as a last resort, but found them to be locked as well. In utter desperation, she ran back into her office, trying to think of a way to avoid having an accident. Spotting an empty flask on her desk, she saw her opportunity. Checking no one was around, she pulled her trousers and panties down, held the flask up to her exposed pussy, and let go. Her immense relief was interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the corridor, forcing Rose to stop the flow, and quickly get dressed again. The door opened, and in came the head teacher, surprised to see Rose still there.
"Ah, Rose, working late are you?" he asked.
"Just finishing actually." Rose could barely speak, focussing all her energy on clenching her tired muscles, while hoping her boss didn't notice the fact she was holding a flask half full of her urine.
"Me too actually, would you like a lift home? You don't live too far from me do you?"
"Oh no. Thanks. It's okay, I'm meeting a friend, so I'm going to the station," Rose winced as a long spurt of pee escaped, dampening her knickers further.
"Let me give you a lift to the station at least, it's pissing it down outside." He had to say that phrase. Pissing it down. I'll be pissing down in his car if I go with him. I can see I'm not going to change his mind though.
"Okay, do you have keys to the toilet though? I'm quite desperate," she exclaimed. By which I mean if I don't find something to urinate into in the next ten seconds, I will flood this room.
"Um yeah, I think so, should be on one of these," the head held up a big set of keys, much to Rose's dismay.
Rose put left her flask of wee on the table, and shifted about from side to side while the head tried to find the keys. The pressure in her bladder was becoming unbearable, and as she felt another trickle pour down her leg, she decided she just couldn't wait any longer.
"Nevermindmyfriendisoutsideseeyoutomorrow," Rose blurted out, dashing outside while stuffing her hands tightly in her crotch. Frantically trying to find somewhere suitable to relieve herself, she resorted to hiding behind a set of bins. She ripped down her panties and trousers, and instantly, a jet of wee exploded out of her urethra. The relief felt amazing, as her bladder slowly emptied. She didn't care about the fact it was raining, or the fact anyone could have walked by in that moment. All she cared about was that for the first time on that day, she wasn't relieving herself in her knickers. Eventually the stream died down to a trickle, and finally her bladder was properly empty. Now all she had to do was return home and hope that Ellie wouldn't realise she'd wet herself once again. |
Go on then...
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Weeks had past since Rose wet herself on the school trip, and amazingly she'd managed to keep her accident a secret from Ellie. Her bladder training had been going reasonably well, she certainly noticed that as long as she didn't drink too much during the day, she could survive using the loo just once during the school day, and although she was usually bursting by the end of the day, the whole three toilet visits system, while difficult, did seem to be working. Rose now found herself in queue for the ladies at a bar in south east London, desperately crossing her legs.
'Come on, I'm absolutely bursting,' Rose thought to herself, trying to block out the sound other women relieving themselves. Finally a stall became available, and Rose dashed in, quickly yanking her panties down, and emptying her full bladder. She moaned in relief, as she let out a wee she'd been desperate for since lunch time. 'Thank God' she whispered to herself.
Rose returned to the bar, and bought two large cocktails, one for her, and one for Ellie, who was meeting her there. She quietly sipped her cocktail, before Ellie darted in looking flustered. 'Be right back...' Ellie muttered, dashing towards the loos. She returned two minutes later looking much more relieved. 'Ah that feels better, thought I was going to piss myself on the journey here.'
'Nice of you to add a touch of class to the conversation,' Rose laughed. 'I was the same though, felt like my bladder was actually going to explode before I got here.'
'How many loo visits is that then?' Ellie cheekily enquired.
'Just the two,' Ellie gave Rose a dubious stare, 'honestly!'
'And you've ordered a large cocktail, knowing you've only got one pee left today? That's brave of you," Ellie chuckled.
'What?? I thought you said I could have this evening off?' Rose protested.
'Sorry, I lied. Guess we're even now,' Ellie snarkily replied.
'What do you mean?' Rose felt herself beginning to blush.
'You thought you'd got away with your accident a few weeks ago, but I found your wet trousers in your washing basket,' Ellie sternly told her.
'You went through my washing? What the fuck?' now it was Rose's turn to get angry.
'Got to check you're playing the game, and clearly you're not. I don't allow people who cheat to have 'the evening off,' Ellie warned Rose.
'Urghhh, fine. You're so annoying,' Rose angrily replied.
The two soon put their argument beside them, and began chatting as usual, excited for the concert they were going to see. It had been ages since Rose had been out, and she had been looking forward to it all week. The conversation flowed between them, and Rose didn't even notice that she'd finished her cocktail. Eventually the time came for the concert, so the two headed out. Rose had been in the concert venue less than a minute before another drink was thrust in her hand.
'Vodka and coke, on me,' Ellie exclaimed. As neither had had alcohol in a while, both were already starting to get quite drunk. Soon, both had finished their drinks, and they began dancing to the DJ who was playing before the band came on. 'I'll be right back,' Ellie told Rose, heading off to the toilet. While Ellie was gone, Rose found herself dancing with an attractive tall guy. He was clearly into her, and Rose certainly was enjoying herself. She hadn't met anyone new since breaking up with her boyfriend in August, and she was definitely ready to get back out there, even if it was just a one night thing.
'I'm Aaron, by the way,' the stranger told her.
'Rose,' she replied, offering him a jokey formal handshake.
'Pleasure to meet you. Can I get you a drink?' he asked.
'Another vodka and coke would be lovely, thank you,' Rose exclaimed. Her brain instantly told her that was a bad idea, she already had started to need a wee again. However this time, her desire to get to know this new man won out over her bladder. As she waited for Aaron to return, Ellie came back. 'Oh my God, a guy just brought me a drink, that's not happened since uni!' Rose exclaimed.
'Which guy?' Ellie enquired. Rose pointed out the tall man in the leather jacket. 'Yep, I would,' Ellie gave Aaron her own seal of approval.
'I'm not necessarily going to sleep with him,' Rose replied, faking indignation.
'Come on, it's been a while, you definitely should,' Ellie tried to encourage her, 'Maybe he's 'the one',' she continued to tease.
'Yeah, well we'll see where the night goes,' Rose winked.
'I suppose I'd better find my own entertainment for the night then...' Ellie sighed, beginning to scour the room for a potential new 'friend'.
As Aaron returned with their drinks, the two continued dancing, while trying to make small talk, admittedly made more difficult by the loud music. She told him all about her teaching, while he revealed that he was a music journalist and was there to write a review for the concert. The two really seemed to be clicking, and Rose certainly hoped that she'd be going home with him after the concert. There was just one snag; after a large cocktail, and two vodka and cokes, she really needed the loo, but she knew that Ellie wouldn't let her get away with going again. Of course, she could go to the toilet, but she wouldn't be allowed to go before bed, and she knew that if she peed at the concert venue, she'd still be desperate by the time she got home, and she didn't want to share a bed with this guy worrying about wetting herself in her sleep. She had no choice but to hold it until she got home.
'I'm gonna go for a piss before the concert starts, see you in a minute,' Aaron told her.
'Okay, hurry back!' Rose replied, wishing desperately that she had the same option. As soon as Aaron was out of eyesight, she rushed over to Ellie, who was by the bar with another man. 'I need a word with you!' Rose exclaimed. Ellie excused herself and went to talk.
'What's up?' Ellie asked.
'Please please please can I have an extra loo trip today, I really need to go,' Rose pleaded, twisting her legs as she spoke.
'No, if you wanted an extra visit, you shouldn't have lied to me about wetting yourself. Anyway I'm sure you'll be fine,' Ellie harshly told her.
'Please Ell, I really like this guy and I don't want to piss myself in front of him,' Rose begged.
'Sorry Rose, rules are rules.'
Rose groaned and headed back to where she was before, when to her horror, Aaron returned with another vodka and coke. 'Cheers!' he said.
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Rose's bladder sent another sharp warning, as the third vodka and coke hit her. She found herself absolutely dying for a wee, but trying to appear cool in front of her first potential sexual partner in months. Luckily for her, the concert was nearly over. Unluckily for her, her bladder was so full she was in pain. She knew that there was no way she could walk home in the condition she found herself in, she would have to use the toilet here, and just hope she didn't need it again before the end of the night. It came to the last song. Three minutes until relief, she told herself. The last song was a slow ballad-y sort, and for Aaron, his opportunity to make his move. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer towards him. Rose wanted to be in the moment, but the pain was almost unbearable. She gasped as she felt a spurt of pee into her knickers. She desperately hoped that it wouldn't show up on her red skirt.
'Are you okay?' he asked.
'Yeah, I'm fine,' Rose smiled, while inwardly clenching everything.
Aaron pulled her in closer, staring into her eyes, before making his move, and passionately kissing her on the lips. Rose took a risk, putting her arms around his neck, praying that she could hold the waterfall of urine inside her just a bit longer. However as the two got more into the kiss, a long spurt of wee uncontrollably jetted out, and Rose had no choice.
'I'm so sorry, I'll be right back, I'm just bursting for the loo,' Rose scampered off, barely concerned with maintaining her dignity. She grabbed onto her crotch as another long spurt of wee made its way out, this time dripping down her leg, as her knickers could no long absorb the fluid. Gasping as there was a massive queue for the ladies, she was forced to take a massive risk and dart into the gents room. Just as she got inside however, a security guard appeared.
'Uh, where do you think you're going?' he asked.
'Please, I can't hold it any longer, I'll be two minutes,' Rose pleaded, as her bladder began to give way.
'I couldn't give a shit, you can't go in here, you'll have to leave the club,' he responded cruelly.
'Okay fine, please let me use the toilet first though. I'm absolutely bursting,' she cried.
'Looks like you already have,' the guard responded, gesturing to the wet patch on her red dress.
Rose ran out of the club crying, as the steady flow of pee turned into a flood. She hunched over outside the door of the club, aware of the people queuing to get in laughing, as she continued to wet herself. Floods of tears ran down her eyes, as Aaron came over to comfort her.
'Why didn't you say if you had to go that bad?' Aaron asked, brushing her tears away.
'I don't know, I just wanted to stay close to you all evening,' Rose sobbed, her pee still cascading onto the floor below her.
'Don't be silly, I wasn't going anywhere, you were the most beautiful girl in there.'
Rose stopped sobbing 'Really?'
'Honestly. My place is only five minutes away from here if you want somewhere to shower, or whatever,' Aaron asked.
Rose smiled, and pulled him closer, passionately kissing him, temporarily forgetting how humiliating this had been for her. |
I enjoy the appeal of alliteration. Not so much the more subtle approach of staggering the similar beginnings employed by those superior to me; but the Bold, Brash Barrage form of alliteration... basically I'm a kindergartner.
The ebb and flow of the sweet agony. The dance of desperation; each distressed move, so sensually taboo. The beautiful battle against the inevitable. The pressure slowly, teasingly growing more and more constant, more and more unbearable. The final relief. Hot, flowing release. The orgasmic outpouring. The musical trickle…
Brittany couldn’t quite decide on her favorite part of the experience. Her bare feet danced around the small area of the porcelain tub. The build-up was fun. Though perhaps sometimes it took too long. Brittany mused, swaying her hips slightly.
The blonde was in the process of enjoying one of her favorite private pastimes when she was rudely interrupted by the tone of her doorbell. Brittany groaned loudly. It was probably her roommate forgetting the key again. She was supposed to be on a date.
Brittany sighed, she would have to continue her exploits at another time. Ever the dutiful roommate she left the bathroom and went to let her forgetful roommate in. Instead, she found someone else at the door.
“Mom?” Brittany asked.
“Hello, sweetie.” A somewhat older blonde replied, pushing past her daughter into the apartment. “You don’t keep this place too clean, do you?” It wasn’t really a question.
“I’ve… been busy.” Brittany shrugged.
“Lounging in tights?” Her mom rolled her eyes.
Brittany looked at the tight grey fabric that covered her long, toned legs. “They’re sweat pants.”
“Oh, do you actually do yoga in them?” Her mom asked, rifling through the cabinents.
“Well…” Brittany didn’t think her desperate shenanigans exactly counted as yoga, despite the various contorted poses she found herself in. Neither did her… other activities, and those ones even required a fair bit of flexibility at times and even helped with her cardio.
“Do you eat anything resembling a meal?”
“Uh…”
“Nevermind. Come on, put your shoes on we are going grocery shopping.”
“Not that I don’t appreciate the… attention, but what are you doing here.”
“I’m checking on my daughter. Figured you wouldn’t be taking care of yourself.” Brittany sighed but didn’t say anything. “Now put your shoes on.”
“Hold on, I need to use the bathroom.” Brittany mumbled.
“I don’t really have the time, right now. Let’s just go.” Her mom ushered her on.
“Yet you have the time to patronize me.” Brittany grumbled throwing on her shoes. She hoped this wouldn’t take too long or she might resort to some “not yoga.”
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Brittany whimpered, while her mother surveyed the frozen foods section. She had hoped to be able to use the bathroom at the grocery store, only to find it out of order. Now, she was stuck waiting on her mom. Her movements obviously conveyed her predicament to those around her, yet her mom stayed oblivious.
Brittany doubled over and bobbed her butt back and forth. Both hands were firmly tucked between her legs. She rose up, and bounced from foot to foot. “Are you almost done?”
“I’m doing this for you.” Her mom replied without looking back.
Brittany groaned inwardly. Despite the public venue, Brittany squatted, keeping both hands against her crotch. She shifted side to side and whimpered softly. It wasn’t enough. She could feel the pee begin to dribble out. Her favorite pair of boy shorts to wet in absorbed the warmth and pressed it against her crotch and haunches.
Normally Brittany loved the feeling of the hot moisture against her delicate skin, and while she couldn’t entirely say she didn’t enjoy the feeling at that moment, she did not want to wet herself in public. Especially in front of her mom.
Brittany curled up tighter and rocked on the balls of her feet. It seemed her panties were the only ones to take any damage before she stopped the flow. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold it back though.
“Mom…” Brittany whined.
“What?” She snapped. Turning towards her daughter finally. “What are you doing? Get up.”
Brittany chewed on her lower lip but rose to a standing position. She was still bent at the waist though.
“Stand straight up.” Her mom demanded. “And get your hands out of your crotch. Come on, now!”
Brittany did her best to obey. She straightened her back, and both hands hung at her sides, her fists tightly closed. She rubbed her thighs together. The fight to stay dry had just gotten much more difficult. The top of her right foot rubbed at the back of her left calf.
“Stop dancing around. Seriously, try to be an adult.”
Brittany couldn’t take it. Hot, tantalizing relief spilled out of her. A dark, vaguely heart shaped pattern glistened around her lap, and grew in size. Streaks of wetness soaked down the legs of her pants. The sudden spray of pee had quite thoroughly wet her pants. Brittany moaned softly. The warm, forbidden tickle of pee spill across her legs. The splatter almost drowned out the reality of the situation.
But once the flood subsided she was left with the truth. She had wet her pants in front of her mom. She shamefully lifted her eyes to her mother.
“Oh, honey. I didn’t know you still had accidents.” She spoke softly now.
“What do you mean still?” Brittany asked, tears forming in her eyes.
“You didn’t think I never knew about all those wet clothes you tried to hide from me growing up, did you?” She laughed softly.
Those weren’t accidents per se. Brittany had been interested in wetting herself for as long as she knew. Still it was probably best to let her mom believe they were accidents.
“I… dunno.” Brittany mumbled.
“Alright, well why don’t you go wait in the car while I check out and then we can get you out of here.” Brittany nodded her head.
It didn’t take Brittany too long to cool down from her humiliation. Once she did she began to think of her return home. She hoped Autumn wasn’t home. After all, this was probably her hottest wetting yet. There would need to be some… “Celebration.”
I am fairly certain this is the first character I've written that's actually been interested in omorashi. This is primarily because I tend to get some level of sadistic enjoyment out of fictional wettings being embarrassing for the wetter, plus MyDirtyHobby, and amateur youtube wetting videos kind of killed any remaining enjoyment of intentional wetting with their rather boring (or sometimes vulgar) casual wettings. However, just because someone is interested in wetting does not mean accidents can't be genuine and certain wettings can't be embarrassing; in fact Brittany interest in wetting presents some possible scenarios I'm not sure how I would otherwise execute. |
INTRO:
Welp. Here goes nothing. My first story on this site.
I wrote this a few years ago in one night of absolute madness, and then sat on it until now because of... I don't know - shame? Disappointment? Displeasure? Something. I've only recently been able to convince myself to have another look at it, and I guess it's less terrible than I remember. Well, I'm not doing anything with it now, so maybe you lot can find some pleasure in it.
The characters and settings herein are from an idea I once had for an animated sitcom, like The Simpsons or American Dad!, so if certain things seem a bit over-the-top, then that's why. The world of Northfield, British Columbia, is a zany, parodic place that only vaguely resembles reality. And I think that's all you need to know.
But enough of my ramblings. How's about that story?
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STORY:
A shadowy figure sat hunched over the desk. In a low voice he asked, “What do we know about them?”
The woman sitting across from him placed a manila folder on the desk. “Everything we know is in here, sir.”
The man in the shadows opened the folder and examined it. It was totally empty. He made a facial expression that, in some social circles, could almost be considered a smirk. “Well, it’s about as much as we know about the rest of them.”
He stood and opened the filing cabinet behind him. In the second drawer from the top was a row of identical folders. In the poor light, the names on the folders were only barely visible.
· BLACKSMITH
· DARKSOUL
· MAGNIFICENT MAN
· MERCURY
· OLYMPIA
The man in the shadows flicked these folders toward him, exposing a spot at the far end of the drawer. Gingerly, he placed the last folder in the drawer. The sticker affixed to it read “PEREGRINE/RAVEN-GIRL”.
Straightening his tie, the man in the shadows turned to the woman. He blinked and said, “I think it’s time we arranged the meeting.” These last two words had an added weight to them, almost as if they were some sort of epic foreshadowing.
The woman said nothing, but rather nodded and left the room.
The man in the shadows turned back to the filing cabinet, and with a flourish, slammed the drawer shut.
The placard on the drawer was written in a direct, no-nonsense hand. Two words, that’s all it was. Two words with the power to topple governments and strike fear in the hearts of criminals.
It said “SENTINELS INITIATIVE”.
Gasps echoed throughout the cinema.
And the credits rolled.
The lights came up on what was, by her count anyway, Hannah Hastings’ third viewing of The Furthering Adventures of Peregrine Falcon and Ravengirl: Rise of Pyrone. This was the last film in the Dynamo Comics Cinematic Universe that would see a release until the Sentinels movie next year, and in her opinion, they’d saved the best for last.
Hannah was a lively, energetic girl of 16. A twelfth-grade student at Nat Bailey Secondary, Hannah stood 5’5” in her stocking feet and – at 112 lbs. – was a bit skinnier than she ought to be. She had long blonde hair done up in a ponytail, blue eyes, and freckles reflective of the Irish on her mom’s side of the family. Her breasts were on the low end of the B range, and as such had gained her the unflattering nickname of “The Surfboard”.
On this hot summer day, Hannah was wearing a white-on-black “May Justice Prevail” Sentinels T-shirt and black denim cutoffs.
As the credits rolled, Hannah rose from her seat somewhat unsteadily and collected her things. There were two reasons for her shakiness as she got up. The first was that she had been sitting still for over two-and-a-half hours at this point. Even though she knew the film inside and out by now, Hannah hadn’t wanted to miss a thing, and as such her legs were pretty well asleep. The second reason also related to the film’s running time, but in a slightly different way.
To beat the heat (and because she’d forgotten to have lunch), Hannah had purchased a large popcorn and a large soda. At the time, her drink choice had been ideal. It was a cold drink inside an air-conditioned cinema on one of the hottest days the town of Northfield had seen in some time. But now, it was starting to catch up to her. The second reason Hannah had trouble getting up was because she was maintaining a tenuous hold on a liter and a half of liquid which had traveled the usual course and was now sitting patiently in her bladder, waiting to complete its journey, as it were, and she was afraid any sudden movement might cause a premature release.
In short, Hannah had to pee. Bad.
As she got to her feet and stretched every aching muscle, Hannah squeezed her legs together tightly, so as to keep a firm hold on the liquid inside her.
Okay, no big deal, she thought to herself, I held it through the extended edition of Return of the King, I can hold it for this. I just have to walk out of here with my head held high and a smile on my face. The bathroom’s right outside. I can do this.
As the credits finished, the screen went black and faded into a bizarre alien world.
I can do this. I can do-- Ooh! Post-credits scene!
Hannah momentarily forgot her troubles and stared at the screen attentively, wondering how in the hell she’d missed this the previous two times she saw the movie.
A magnificent spaceship hove into view over the planet. Swarms of heavily-armoured alien soldiers descended on the surface of the planet. Zoom into the command deck, and the throne room of--
Hannah’s jaw hit the floor and she whispered in awe, “No. No. Y’all motherfuckers did not just--”
The powerful and imposing figure in the centre of the room spoke, and everyone remaining in the theatre snapped to attention.
The figure stepped forward and sneered. In a booming voice he said, “This world now belongs to the Royal Hyperilax Fleet.”
Hannah grinned like a giddy schoolgirl. Kalmax. Kalmax the Fucking Conqueror. They just teased Kalmax the Motherfucking Lord Baby Jesus Conqueror for the Sentinels movie. And... Holy shit... under the makeup. Hannah grinned even wider. That’s Picard under there. Patrick Stewart as Kalmax the Conqueror for The Sentinels.
A spurt of something went into Hannah’s panties. Petrified, her hands flew to her crotch. Surreptitiously, she slipped a couple fingers inside her waistband to inspect the damage.
Her panties were damp. Not with urine, but with... something else.
Huh, an actual fangasm. That’s a new one.
That close call, however, did serve to snap Hannah back into reality. She could geek out on Twitter when she got home; right now, she had to find a bathroom.
Hannah walked out of the theatre briskly. If she’d had a choice, she would have gone slower, to keep the sloshing of her bladder to a minimum, but as it was she needed to get to the bathroom fast.
Hannah turned the corner and stopped dead. The line outside the ladies’ room was some fifteen people long, all of them in varying states of desperation. She looked to her right. The line outside the men’s was... somehow even longer than that. Shit.
Hannah squeezed her legs together tightly and entered the line. She could hold it. She could hold it.
Five minutes later, she was furiously recanting that statement. She couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t hold it. Hannah crossed one leg in front of the other and squeezed tight. She bent at the hips slightly and balled her hands into fists.
The girl in front of Hannah looked to be in much direr straits. She was hopping from foot to foot and had her hands tightly between her legs. “God, what is taking so long?” she whined.
Trying to keep her cool, Hannah responded in kind. “I know, right? We’ve moved, like, ten feet.”
A call came from farther up the line. “A couple of the stalls are flooded! They think a firecracker ruptured one of the pipes!”
Hannah balled her fists even tighter and seethed. Her brothers were always flushing small explosives into places where they didn’t belong. And guess who worked here during the summer? Those two were just lucky their shift had ended during the movie. Probably safe at home playing BioShock or something, the little--
Hannah felt something squirt into her panties again. This time it was piss, she was sure of that. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, letting out a whine of desperation.
“Ohhhhh, God, don’t think about a city at the bottom of the ocean,” she whispered to herself.
Hannah bit her lip and looked around. Could she pop into one of the stores on the block and use their bathroom? More importantly, would she be able to make it?
Looking out the windows of the cinema, Hannah examined her options. Music store? No public bathrooms. Liquor store? No soap; she wasn’t 19 yet. No way they’d let her in unattended. Comic shop? Yes, perfect! She was a regular there anyway; the owners would certainly let her use the bathroom! She hoped...
Hannah turned on her heels and walked out of the theatre, taking small steps to avoid losing control. She undid the button on her shorts to keep them from cutting into her bladder, then half-walked-half-jogged to the comic shop, occasionally stopping to cross her legs together and survey the surrounding area. She couldn’t imagine what people might say if they saw the mayor’s daughter of all people on the verge of peeing her pants. Her dad would certainly never let her live it down.
Hannah felt another wave of desperation pass over her, worse than before, so she stopped momentarily by the bus stop and knelt down, ostensibly to tie her shoe, but in reality tucking her other heel underneath her crotch and squeezing hard. If anyone had been observing this spectacle, they would have pondered just how it could take a person two minutes to tie their shoe, especially when they were clearly just moving the laces back and forth in their hands and discreetly humming, “La de da, nothing to see here, just tying my shoe, hmm hmm hmm, dum de doo...”
After a moment, the urge passed, and Hannah shakily got to her feet again, confident she could now make it to the comic shop. She looked around to make sure nobody was watching and squeezed her quivering groin with both hands, whimpering in a manner akin to a dog scratching at the door.
Hannah heard a vehicle rounding the corner behind her and snapped her head around to see if the driver was watching her. Just in case, Hannah removed her hands from where they were and slipped them into her pockets.
Oh, hell. It was the bus. Worse, it was her bus. She had promised to make dinner tonight and if she didn’t get on this bus here and now, she probably wouldn’t get home in time to get things prepared on schedule.
As the bus neared the bus stop, Hannah looked around frantically. Should she walk the next two blocks to the comic shop and relieve herself, potentially arriving home late, or should she get on the bus and try to tough it out, potentially losing all dignity if she didn’t make it?
Bobbing up and down on her toes, Hannah grimaced, “Sophie’s Choice was a coin flip compared to this.”
The bus drew closer and Hannah stopped bobbing, deciding it was better to put aside her biological needs than those of her entire family. Some of them could get damn testy when they were hungry.
Hannah stepped on the bus and paid her fare, then took a seat at the back. Luckily, the bus was practically empty, so she didn’t need to worry about hiding her desperation.
As the bus pulled away from the stop, Hannah crossed her legs together tightly and searched her backpack for her phone. Finding it, she switched it on and logged onto Facebook, hoping to take her mind off her rather tense situation.
The first few items in her News Feed were the usual banalities: posts about who was listening to what song, things that her friends were liking, family vacation photos, etc.
Finding she had been tagged in a video post, Hannah clicked on it, and subsequently wished she hadn’t.
The video was titled “OMG STEPH TOTES PISSED HERSELF! ROFL”
It was a grainy cell phone video of last week’s party in North Park. Hannah’s friend Stephanie was sitting on a beach towel, laughing like a dumb teen who’s just tried marijuana for the first time (a fair comparison seeing as that’s what she was), with a wet patch on her shorts and on the towel upon which she sat. Hannah herself was sitting beside Stephanie and doing her best Helen Mirren impression, which in her altered state came out like a cross between Brian Blessed and Fran Drescher.
Revisiting the events of that night sober was cause enough for Hannah to smile, and she felt a laugh building up inside her. She placed a hand over her mouth and tried to maintain her composure, as a laugh of this size could very easily cause her to lose control of the other thing she was holding in at the moment.
When video-Hannah launched into a Judi Dench that sounded more like a castrated Timothy Dalton, bus-Hannah lost it and doubled over laughing, despite herself.
Suddenly, a large squirt of urine went into Hannah’s panties, and her hands flew to her crotch, causing her to drop her phone.
The noise from the back elicited some looks from the other passengers, and Hannah tried to act as casually as possible, even though she was now closer to her breaking point than ever.
After the other passengers looked away, Hannah slipped a hand down into her shorts and examined the damage.
Her white panties were now soggy with piss and had developed rather a nice stain in the front. She could see from the inside where some of it had leaked through, forming a wet spot approximately the size of a toonie on her shorts.
Hannah jammed her other hand down into her shorts and squeezed tight, the wet fabric of her underwear rubbing uncomfortably against her skin. Wanting to correct for that, she moved her hands inside her panties, so that her hands clamped down on her bare naughty bits. She crossed her legs tightly and hoped against hope that she could make it the rest of the way. She could feel her bladder straining, the pressure growing with each spurt she released. She didn’t know if she’d be able to stop the next one.
Suddenly, Hannah was jolted from her seat and she felt her fingernails digging into her pelvic skin, she was squeezing so hard.
The bus had reached that infamous stretch of road known affectionately throughout Northfield as “Pothole Avenue”. It was a brittle, cracked, pothole-ridden (obviously) span of five city blocks dating back to the earliest days of paved roads in this part of the province. Pothole Avenue had damaged more than a few axles and shock absorbers and unsettled its fair share of full bladders since the days of yore, and Hannah could recall a few times in her own life when it had caused her particular distress in conjunction with her often copious fluid intake.
As the bus lurched over pothole after pothole, Hannah shifted her legs and sat on her heel, only this time she couldn’t pretend to be tying her shoe. Realizing people were starting to shoot furtive glances her way, Hannah removed her hands from inside her shorts and picked her phone up off the floor. She held it close in her lap so that she could still occasionally jam a couple fingers against her pee-hole if she had to.
Nearing the end of Pothole Avenue, Hannah thanked every deity she could think of that she had somehow made it through that nightmare of a road without any further leaks. Better yet, the bus was fast approaching her street. Just a hop, skip, and a jump to the end of the block, and thence down the ridiculously long driveway to Hastings Manor. The house had no shortage of bathrooms, so there was no danger that she’d be stuck outside while someone did their business.
“Next stop: Main Street – Arbutus Boulevard.”
Yesyesyesohthankyouthankyou! Hannah screamed inwardly as she signalled to get off at the next stop.
Hannah gathered her things and practically bolted for the door of the bus even as it came to a stop. She placed her phone back in her backpack and walked as quickly as she could to the end of the street. Not much longer now. She could see the front gates! Just a few more minutes until she could get inside and just fucking PEE.
Hannah smiled at the thought of finally being able to pee. It would just feel so good after all the crap she’d put up with today. The thought of releasing everything, the river of piss, the lake of piss that was building up inside her, it was such an appealing thought she could almost feel it.
All truth being told, she was feeling it. Snapping out of her reverie, Hannah looked down. Her wet panties felt even heavier now, even more piss-laden if that was humanly possible. Hannah could feel a trickle making its way down her leg, a small dark stain growing on one of her shoes.
Hannah snapped her legs together and jammed her hands back down her shorts, trying to stem the flow. She tightened her sphincter muscles with all her might. She couldn’t wet her pants. She just couldn’t.
The trickle slowed and eventually stopped. That was a saving grace. She hadn’t lost it totally, not yet. But that, Hannah decided, had been too fucking close.
Taking her hands out of her shorts, Hannah broke into a fast run. She couldn’t squeeze her legs or sit on her heels anymore. She had to rely on sheer muscle tension to get her the rest of the way. Running for what seemed like miles, Hannah sprinted to the end of the street and pressed the buzzer to be admitted entrance to the manor grounds. Dancing from foot to foot as the heavy wrought iron gate creaked open, Hannah squeezed her skinny frame through the opening even as the gears were still grinding away.
Hannah sprinted with nigh superhuman ability down the winding driveway, jumping over rocks, swerving around trees, and ducking under branches as her aching bladder practically screamed at her to get to a toilet.
Finally, after what felt like forever, she reached the front doors. She rang the front doorbell frantically, practically jogging in place with her free hand between her legs. When nobody answered, she took off her backpack and searched desperately for her key. The pain in Hannah’s abdomen was now so strong that there were tears starting to form in her eyes.
Still failing to find her key, Hannah could feel herself about to lose control. This was it. This was the big one. This would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Everything was going to come forth at this very moment.
As the first drops worked their way past Hannah’s throbbing pussy, she suddenly had an idea.
Desperate plans call for desperate measures, no pun intended.
In the centre of the yard was a large concrete fountain – the sort you see in movies; they’re the ones that couples are always throwing coins into during the gooey love montages. Anyway, this particular fountain was topped with a replica of Brussels’ Mannekin Pis. It was a total eyesore and the family had wanted to get rid of it for years, but at this moment Hannah couldn’t have been happier that it was there.
Even as she hopped over to the fountain, Hannah could feel herself losing control. Her pee was now coming out in intermittent spurts, each one lasting a bit longer than the last. Her panties and shorts were now thoroughly soaked, and she could feel several rivulets trickling down her legs.
Hannah reached the edge of the fountain and turned to face outwards. She tore her soaked garments down to her ankles and positioned her bare ass and pussy over the water. Grabbing hold of one of the concrete fish circling the fountain’s edge, Hannah relaxed.
Hannah felt one more spurt of pee shoot out as she positioned herself, and then nothing. She paused, puzzled, and wondered if maybe she’d drained the last of it into her pants.
A few seconds more and it came. It started as a trickle, and then, perhaps once Hannah’s bladder was assured it had finally located an appropriate spot for release, it just poured out of her.
Her clear urine hit splashed into the water of the fountain with the speed of a garden hose. Hannah let out a sigh – no, a groan – a groan of almost orgasmic relief as her bladder finally emptied, and more than a few drops of either water or pee or perhaps both leapt from the fountain and splashed back at her. Hannah closed her eyes and smiled as she continued to pee and pee for well over a minute or more. As her bladder emptied and her stream slowed to a trickle and then eventually to a few drops, Hannah hauled herself back to her feet. She shook her hips vigorously to get rid of the last few drops, her bum jiggling as she did so.
Hannah pulled up her panties and shorts, grimacing as the cold, wet fabric chafed her nether regions. She finally located her key and went inside the house, climbing the stairs in total silence and locking herself in her room. She stripped off her wet clothes and climbed into the shower, her mind filled with homicidal revenge fantasies pertaining to her brothers.
As Hannah walked uncomfortably into the house, she failed to notice her mother relaxing in the sun some distance from the fountain.
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Fiona Hastings had been lying in a deck chair, soaking up the sun in a slightly-too-tight black bikini, sleeping soundly when she heard her daughter come stomping frantically up the driveway. She had watched in silence as Hannah did her pee dance while searching for her house key, she had kept quiet as Hannah had urinated into the fountain, and she said nothing as Hannah had unwittingly mooned her.
Fiona had said and done nothing throughout this spectacle mainly because she didn’t want to cause her daughter any further embarrassment, but also because there was something strangely fascinating about the whole thing. Hannah looked remarkably like Fiona had some 25-ish years ago, and Fiona could remember a couple instances in her own sordid youth when she had been forced to use the fountain as a convenient source of relief. Watching Hannah now was like looking through a window into the past.
Fiona pushed all nostalgic pee memories to the back of her mind as she felt a twinge in her own bladder. She looked down beside the deck chair, where sat a dinner tray with a half-full glass of iced tea, next to a very nearly empty pitcher. She had drained and refilled the glass several times before she had fallen asleep, and now it was catching up to her.
Fiona rested a hand on her abdomen and felt her swollen bladder. It was hard as a rock.
Not wanting to move, Fiona simply wiggled her hips and sunk lower into the chair. She laid a hand over her swollen bladder and relaxed, letting the pee trickle out, through the fabric, down around to the small of her back, where it formed a pool at the small of her back, and then dripped through the chair onto the grass below. She felt herself deflating and gave a small, contented sigh. Her mouth twitched into a happy smile, and she closed her eyes again. |
Takumi, as he had named himself, had grown up as an orphan raised by a pyromancer, while he had a minor talent in it he always preferred swordplay to casting, and thus mainly used the skill as a self buff or weapon augment to help him in battle. Dark times had fallen on Lothric and it's surrounding areas, every day was a constant struggle for survival, although Takumi didn't mind, he prided himself on his skills and ingenuity to see him through day by day. His was a special case, not quite undead but not really alive either, a being shaped from ash, with all the normal faculties of human life. He still found nourishment in an estus flask and would always re-materialize if he did fall in battle. But his was not a quest to link the fire or even take it for himself, all he sought to do was adventure and discover what civilizations had left in the wake of their demise, and if he a lord of cinder stood in his way then so be it. One day on his travels he decided to tackle the abyss watchers, which he was sure were guarding a secret, and after a few tries and cleverly pitting themselves against one another he finally prevailed. After the defeat he found a new passage way into a dusty old network of catacombs, believing them to belong to the lost civilization of Carthus, he was beyond excited. After narrowly escaping various arrow traps, giant skeletons and even a ball comprised totally of skeletons he made it to the end of the ruins, near the end he noticed a friend of his standing up along the cliff side, Anri of Astora stood alone looking apprehensively down into a far pit.
"Ah, hello, we meet again. Have you seen Horace anywhere? She asked.
"No, Can't say that I have." Takumi replied.
"I see, well I must be on my way then, if you do see him let him now I shall leave prism stones to guide him just like I always have." she said sadly.
"I will do so." He said with resolve and took his leave.
Just as he jumped down to the narrow ledge below he could see a horde of skeletons assembling themselves and starting to make their way across the rickety bridge. Thinking quickly he ran to the side and slashed at the ropes the bridge swung away as more of the bindings snapped and fell dropping the skeletons down into the pit below. Now that he had a makeshift ladder to make use of he descended even further into the abyss.
"I must be really far below sea level at this rate, surely I'll hit rock bottom soon enough, the best stuff is always the hardest to get to." Takumi thought as he descended.
After reaching the ground floor a path seemed to lead into another room, seemingly man made as well, inside there was a great demon skulking around, the likes of which he had seen in the undead settlement in his youth.
"Well, that's a problem, but I think I've got my solution." he said looking past the demon.
Takumi being an avid treasure hunter could spot a mimic a mile away, terrible creatures said to be born from human avarice that took the shape of chests to swallow up the over eager. and their just so happened to be one at the other side of the room. He readied a flame in hand and threw it hitting the mimic in it's chest like face. All at once it sprang to life as over sized arms and legs stood the creature up, it looked and saw a giant fire demon plodding around, and using whatever logic it had it started relentlessly attacking the monstrosity. Taking the opportunity he slipped by the ensuing carnage and made his way past the rapidly assembling skeletons when he saw a bonfire, which he hastily lit and bound himself to should he be less fortunate. Walking back to where the fight between chest and demon was raging he found an item of interest. It appeared to be the remains of a pyromancer and it included a headband and an odd pyromancy that he had never seen before, all he could read was "Flash Flood" on the parchment. He was familiar with a rudimentary anti fire spell known as "Flash Sweat" which caused the users body to generate water at an immense rate and pour out of the skin of the user effectively dowsing them and making them nearly impossible to set on fire, fairly common in duels between users of fire. Takumi could only assume this scroll was something of an improved version.
"Well, what have we here? This might hail back all the way from The Great Swamp, or maybe even Izalith!" He thought as he walked back to the bonfire to ready the spell. There was a bit of studying that needed to be done to properly cast such a spell, taking his time he pour over the scroll until it made sense in his mind what he would need to do, and after he stood up he readied the flame in his hand again, this time pulling his hand in close and quickly striking it into his stomach, but nothing seemed to happen.
"Hmm, that's weird, I figured I sweat or something, maybe even cry? Even power within does something right away, maybe it's a dud?" He thought as he started down the trail further into the cave ahead of him. Suddenly, he felt something happening in his lower abdomen, the urge to pee was rapidly growing.
"Oh man, I know I haven't pissed in a while but this is ridiculous, is this what they meant by flash flood?!" He said as he clenched his legs together. He could feel his bladder filling quickly, he needed to find some place to go sooner rather than later. He dashed down the hallway away from the skeletons that he didn't want to risk hearing him, although he wasn't really sure they could hear without ears. At the end of the hall the cavern opened up into a lake that seemed to be glowing like fire. At this point he didn't care, there didn't appear to be anything that wanted to kill him around so this was a good enough time as any to let loose, he stumbled over to the water while unbuttoning his belt and pants and just finally managed to get his penis out when it started to spray uncontrollably. Directing the stream down into the water he sighed in relief as he peed and peed, a gentle splashing echoing in the cavern.
"Whoa, that was closer than I thought, who would ever make a spell like this?" he thought looking down at the clear river flowing out of his dick.
After a minute straight of solid weeing he started to become concerned, his bladder didn't feel any emptier yet, looking down there was still a bulge in his lower stomach, the endless voiding making him weak in the knees.
"Hah... so much pee... what is wrong here, I must be filling just as fast as I'm emptying, let me think, Flash sweat only lasts for 30 seconds, a bit more if you had the right equipment on, oh... right..." he said as he looked down at his hand holding his still going member, he had 2 lingering dragoncrest rings on that hand, the normal and plus one, and on the other hand he had the plus 2... he regularly had these on to maximize the length of his fire spells on his blades. Also, he had no idea how long this spell lasted, how long would it take someone to piss a whole flood? Was it designed for giants? It would only take them a couple minutes, but then again if it were for giants, he'd probably have died from a few ruptured organs at the start of the spell.
"Ohhh... This can't go on for much longer right? It's been a couple minutes already." He said as the stream continued unabated. It had been 3 minutes since he started, and he felt his strength draining away as well, he collapsed onto his knees, just a few inches from the water where his torrent continued to splash. The fourth and fifth minutes came and went as he finally started to feel a bit of relief, looking down it finally seemed that his bladder was finally shrinking, he fell onto his hands and just barely managed to keep the rest of his body out of the lake below as his penis dangled just above the surface still contributing its waters to the overall lake. The lake was surprisingly warm to the touch, as if the whole thing was a giant heated bath.
"Come on, just a bit more, just need to let out a bit more..." he said as he strained to stay out of the water, finally his urine pouring out slowed to a trickle and just a few drips fell out into the lake. With what remaining strength he had he pushed himself back and fell straight back away from the water panting heavily and with his penis still resting just out of his fly on his leg. He lay there motionless for a while as he recomposed himself.
"Well, THAT is going to be situationally useful at best..." he thought as was sprawled out on the ground, just then he heard a voice behind him.
"Oh, hello again, what are you doing there... exposed as you are? It was Anri, she had just plodded down the path where Takumi lay, he couldn't see her face through her helmet but was pretty sure she was smiling. "This is the smoldering lake, where the great peeromancers once flourished." Hastily Takumi stood up a bit dizzly and put his dick back into his pants as he looked at her.
"...I think you meant Pyromancy." He said with a blush
"No, I am aware Pyromancy is a study of flame, Peeromancy on the other hand is very different, who do you think invented Flash Sweat and Profuse Sweat?" She said as she looked around the cavern a bit more.
"I've been studying for years and my master never told me of such a study" Takumi said bewildered.
"Well, if you want to know more I suggest you do some exploring, although, it's best if you have a toilet around when you decide to experiment again." she said as she turned away and started back up the path."
"Hah, same to you!" Takumi said as he readied his flame in hand, but instead of striking himself he ran up and wrapped his arm around Anri, stuffing the flame right into her lower abdomen.
"Hey, what did you... Oh..." she groaned as she clenched her legs together.
"I'm guessing you'll be wanting some privacy?" Takumi said with a sneer.
"Oh... YES PLEASE!" she said as she ran toward the lake herself and hastily stripped what armor she had around her bottom down and forcefully started to piss into the lake herself.
To be continued... Maybe... if I feel like it...
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Larry was gulping down the last of his beer as Melinda returned from the
restroom. His face spread into a goofy grin when he saw her, and she couldn't
help but smile back. He was besotted with booze and brand-new love, and
whatever wariness Melinda tended to feel at the start of a relationship was
blotted out by his shear cuteness.
He rose, clearly a little off balance, and started toward the back of the bar.
"Did you close out?" she asked him, glancing worriedly at the time. "All set,
milady," he said, tipping an imaginary hat. "Good, because we're about to miss
our bus, and our Uber is here."
As he tried to pass her on his way to the bathroom, Mel locked her arm around
his elbow and swirled him around, practically dragging him out of the bar.
"It's a ten minute ride if we're lucky, and the bus leaves in eleven minutes,
so you can go on the bus."
"Ugh," he said drunkenly, but he didn't argue as he ducked into the black car.
The cabbie glanced at them in his rearview mirror, "Melinda?" She nodded and
closed the door. Her pussy lips compressed strangely against the seat of the
car, a reminder that her panties were in her purse, casualties of a bathroom
quickie they had enjoyed earlier in the day. The unusual feeling and the
memory of that assignation sent a pulse through her clit, and she pulled Larry
toward her to resume their ongoing weeks-long makeout session.
Her friends had started calling them Linda and Larry, choosing the aliterative
pairing even though she had always been Mel to them. Larry's friends had
adopted the tabloid name "Melawrence." They had started with a drunken hookup
nearly a month ago and had just never said goodbye. They parted reluctantly
each day for work, but tended to find ways to meet up for sex in the middle of
the day, and then again at night.
Mel had always proclaimed her two favorite activities were drinking and
fucking, but she'd never had a new-relationship glow quite like this one. It's
not like Larry was the hottest guy she'd ever been with, but somehow he was
the most attractive. He had some strange alchemical mix of aw-shucks niceness
and steely self confidence, a dorky guy who was utterly secure.
Being a great lay helped too. Mel gently brushed the front of Larry's jeans in
the darkness of the car and found him hard as usual, but he pulled her hand
away before she could get any more involved. "I have to pee like nobody's
business," he whispered, "maybe let's wait until we get on the bus."
The Fung Wah bus was rattling to life as the car dropped them off down the
block. The line of passengers had already boarded and the attendant was
beckoning impatiently at Mel hurrying down the sidewalk with Larry in tow.
The door closed behind them as they hopped up the stairs into the darkened
cabin, a little more than half full with sleepy looking travelers.
Mel claimed a pair of seats near the back as Larry trudged to the bathroom,
but he was back almost immediately. He leaned over and whispered, "There is no
bathroom. Fucking Chinatown bus."
She shook her head in disbelief. "Wait, what do you mean there is no bathroom?"
"I mean there is a large piece of plywood instead of a bathroom door."
"And you can't open it?"
"No it is definitely not openable."
Mel had inherited her mother's bad habit of assuming incompetence in everyone
else. She recognized it was a problem, but that didn't stop her from going to
the back of the bus to make sure Larry wasn't mistaken. Sure enough, a piece
of raw plywood covered the place where the bathroom door normally would have
been. It was spray painted inscrutably with numbers and chinese characters,
and it appeared to be nailed shut.
Larry had taken the window seat and was gazing pale-faced out the window as
the bus pulled onto the interstate. Mel rubbed his shoulder gently. "Maybe the
driver will stop for you?" Larry shook his head, "I asked while you were in
back. There are no stops until New York."
That was over two hours from now. "How much did you drink?"
"Uh. Four. Four beers. Plus the water."
The first time they had gone out together, Larry had announced that he had
mastered the art of never getting a hangover. The process was simple: he only
had to drink a full glass of water between every alcoholic drink, and he would
wake up the next day feeling fresh as a sugar snap pea. He had been observing
the same ritual that evening.
"Wow, and you peed last, what, an hour ago?"
Larry looked grim. "Yeah. About that."
A rush of blood to her bare clit. "Can... can you make it?"
"I'll just have to."
****
When they weren't making out, Mel and Larry usually had endless things to talk
about. Larry liked to update her on whatever article he had read last, or talk
about the family farm he had grown up on. His parents had been old hippies,
and had bought the Vermont farm together in 1972. They had learned how to tend
it through painstaking work and a lot of trial and error, and that process had
yielded more anecdotes than Mel would have expected from a quiet farm life.
But now they sat silently in the dark. As the street lights passed by Mel
could see a single bead of sweat drip slowly down Larry's forehead. She tapped
her foot lightly and tried to distract herself from her boyfriend's
predicament. Finally she leaned over and nibbled lightly on his ear. He seemed
startled at the contact, but she put her hand on his thigh and whispered, "Let
me help you hold it. It's easier when you're hard, isn't it?"
Larry nodded vigorously as she began rubbing the outside of his jeans, and she
felt his cock stir and then harden. She glanced quickly around at the other
passengers. There was no one behind them, and the man across the aisle from
them appeared to have fallen soundly asleep. Back at his ear she began
whispering a steady stream of filth:
"I can't wait to take you inside of me when we get back to your place. Every
step I take I can feel my pussy lips rubbing together – I've been slippery
wet all day. As soon as we walk through the door you're going to have to fuck
the shit out of me..."
His penis was straining at the front of his jeans, and she could tell his
underwear was becoming slick with precome. It took only a few minutes to work
him up to a near frenzy, his knees jiggling, hips rocking. He was trying hard
not to make too much noise, but every once in a while he would inhale sharply.
She kept him there for close to twenty minutes, Larry on the verge of coming,
both of them keeping a nonchalant eye on the people around them. Suddenly
Larry was shaking his head, "Wait, hang on a sec—" but Mel gave a little
extra wiggle with her hand and suddenly his cock was pulsing and the front of
his pants was slick under her hand. She giggled.
"Aw, did you come on yourself?"
Larry kissed her on the neck luxuriously, and then without a word he leaned
back and closed his eyes. It was only a few seconds before his head began to
loll to the side.
Rubbing her thighs together, Mel could feel her clit pulsing. She could sense
the people around her, sleeping or staring at their phones, and Larry, his
legs clenched tightly together even as he dozed. Her hand wandered under her
skirt, finding herself warm and slick. Her middle finger slowly worked its way
between her pussy lips and found the spot that felt the best. Her legs began
to twitch of their own accord, her eyes veiled and unfocused. She tried to
keep her breath normal while her body throbbed, and then all at once she
trembled with pleasure as she came, her hips grinding into her hand.
Coming gave an extra reminder to Mel that her bladder was filling too. She'd
had plenty to drink at the bar, and although she was in nowhere near the state
that Larry was, she knew she would be desperate by the time the bus arrived in
the city. Studying Larry again, the tension in his body as he held his pee,
Mel made a decision. She pulled her purse from beneath the seat in front of
her and began to rummage through it.
She withdrew her panties and placed them between her knees while she found the
second item, a pair of thick leggings she had brought in case it was too cold
on the bus.
It was a struggle to pull them both on without flashing the whole bus, not
that they seemed likely to notice, and as she squirmed in her seat Larry
stirred. "Are we there yet?" he whispered, "I may have mentioned I have to
pee." Linda kissed him gently and pulled his head over to rest on her
shoulder. She pulled her phone out and started to read an article Larry had
sent her the day before.
****
She only realized she'd been sleeping when Larry startled awake. Her head had
fallen forward and her neck felt like she would have to rotate it all the way
around before it would be screwed on right again. It took a moment to blink
the sleep from her eyes before she realized what Larry had whispered
violently as he bounced from her shoulder.
"I just peed"
Her eyes immediately went to his crotch, but all she could see was a faint
hint of dried come. "You probably just felt the wetness from... earlier," she
insinuated with raised eyebrow.
"No. No I felt myself, like, let go. I think I was dreaming about..."
Mel punched the home button on her phone. "Well, we have maybe half an hour
until the tunnel, and then we'll be in the city and we can stop at a
McDonald's or something. Do you think you can wait that long?"
"I... I don't think so. But I guess I just have to."
She felt her clit throb again. "Yeah, you think he was reluctant to stop
before, no way it's going to happen just half an hour before the tunnel." She
tried to gauge how badly she needed to go at that point. She wasn't even close
to leaking, but if she were anywhere else she would definitely be seeking a
bathroom right away. "I have to go pretty badly too, hopefully we won't hit
traffic."
Larry was bent over in his seat, clearly trying to contain himself with every
muscle in his body. It was only a few moments before he shuddered and said,
"I did it again." He looked up at her and she could see panic in his eyes, and
she realized that he was worried about her reaction as much as he was about
his actual predicament.
She took his hand. "It's ok, I understand. You've been holding a long time.
It's not fair." She wondered how much else she should tell him, but all she
managed was, "And hey, you haven't known me that long, so you don't realize
this, but I'm... pretty accident prone myself." His eyes widened and at first
she took that to mean he was disgusted with her, but then she knew he had
spurted again.
"I don't know what to do," he moaned, almost whining. Mel shrugged, "I can try
to help again if you want..." but he brushed her hand away. "I don't think
that will help now," he said.
By the time they were close to the tunnel, Larry had clearly begun to lose the
battle for control. He had stopped announcing when he spurted in his pants,
because it was happening so often. It was hard to tell in the pale light of
the highway, but there was definitely a small wet spot on the front of his
jeans. Mel did her best to hide it, but she stole as many glances as she
could, and was watching as the spot grew from nothing to, now the size of a
silver dollar. She could only guess how wet it was inside his pants.
Larry was jiggling his knees at lightning speed, sweat dripping from his
forehead and down his nose. His conversation skills seemed to have fled him
entirely, and the only sounds passing his lips were muffled grunts and an
occasional gasp.
Mel pulled up driving directions to see how much longer they had, and when she
saw the map, her pussy swelled again. They wouldn't be getting into the city for
forty-five more minutes, and the culprit was standstill traffic just before
the tunnel. She closed her phone and went back to watching Larry without a
word.
"What did it say?" he asked.
"There's some traffic before the tunnel, but we should be ok."
"Shit."
"What?"
"I'm not ok. Fuck. Traffic?"
The bus showed no signs of slowing until they passed the "Lincoln Tunnel 1
mile" sign. Traffic was getting heavy, and the bus dropped to thirty miles per
hour or so. And then suddenly they came to a dead halt. Peering out the
window, Mel could see the highway looping around in front of them, descending
to the toll booths before the tunnel entrance. They were maybe a half of a
mile away, but a thousand cars stretched between, standing stock still.
Larry's face fell as he took in the scene. "Shit shit shit shit..." Mel
clicked open her phone and checked again. The delay had been lengthened to a
full hour. She showed it to him. She saw tears welling up in his eyes, and
then his whole body went rigid. And then she heard a gentle hissing sound. The
tears were coming down his cheeks as he mouthed, "I can't stop it." The silver
dollar was growing rapidly, spreading down to his butt, and out to his hips. A
puddle began to form at his crotch, welling up and over his thighs, and then
spilling gradually onto the floor.
He was shaking his head and saying softly, "I can't... I can't..." and Mel
looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. People seemed preoccupied
with the traffic, and no one seemed to be saying anything about the trickle of
liquid that was starting to run down the cabin. Still, it would probably not
be nice for anyone with a bag on the floor. Mell pulled off her sweater and
bunched it up. "Here, put this between your legs so it doesn't get everywhere."
Larry obliged. He wiped the tears from his cheeks and slumped back in his
seat. He seemed dejected, but also, for the first time since they'd left the
bar, relaxed.
They sat in silence as the bus crawled around the curve of highway. Twice Mel
saw Larry's crotch glisten as he wet himself again. He said nothing about it,
but Mel knew what it was like to reach the point of wetting, and how quickly
the bladder fills after it happens. Still, he showed no signs of struggle. He
must be just letting go as the pressure builds, she thought. He's choosing
to wet himself at this point.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I see what you're doing. Shame on
you." She saw a sudden gush well into his pants and stop just as quickly. She
had startled him.
"I'm sorry... I didn't think it mattered at this point. How can you even tell?"
Mel smiled and directed his gaze down at his own crotch. "Do it again and
you'll see."
"What? In front of you?"
Mel giggled and Larry's face turned red. "Are you seriously asking me that
after I just watched you completely piss yourself? What have you got to lose?
Your dignity? That's pretty much in the toilet at this point, isn't it? Or
should I say, it's in your pants, all over the seat, soaking my sweater, and
running down the floor?"
His face turned red, but in short order the front of his pants were glistening
again. He chuckled grimly. "Who knew it was that obvious?"
"Let me tell you a secret though," she whispered, leaning in close, "Ninety-
nine percent of the people you pass on the street won't even notice."
"And the other one percent?"
Mel shrugged.
"How would you even know that?"
"I told you. I'm accident prone myself on occasion." She screwed up her face
exaggeratedly. "In fact, if we don't get there soon I might not make it
myself."
Larry's eyes narrowed then, and Mel wondered what he was guessing at. They
hadn't been dating long enough to get to the big fetish talk yet, but she
sensed it might be coming soon.
****
It had been over an hour when they finally made it through the toll booth.
Traffic in the tunnel was reasonable enough that it made the earlier backup
seem even more unnecessary. By then Mel was shaking with the effort of holding
her bladder. She was glad she wouldn't have to pretend.
The bus pulled up to the street corner where they would be let off, and Larry
asked the exact question Mel had been hoping for.
"So, do you think you can wait until we get back to my place? I feel like I
want to get on the subway and out of here as quickly as possible."
Mel gritted her teeth, "Yeah, I think I can make it. It's ok, you need to get
home and get cleaned up."
When the lights turned on and everyone in the bus stood up, Mel felt a sudden
twinge in her bladder – she wasn't certain but a few drops may have escaped.
Larry seemed to hesitate until Mel realized he didn't know what to do with the
sweater between his legs.
"Just leave it. Serves them right."
They filed off the bus with the rest, and walked past the group congregated
around the baggage hold. Mel pointed to a pretty young woman with a sweater
tied around her waist clearly eager to get her bag as quickly as possible.
"See, you're not the only one who didn't make it."
Larry shook his head in disblief. "What makes you think she isn't just—" but
at that moment the girl turned toward them, suitcase in hand, and he saw the
telltale wet patch, spread all the way across the front of her jeans and down
almost to her knees even though she had been sitting down. "Wow she... totally
lost it, didn't she?"
"Just like you did, baby," Mel smiled up at him innocently, and was reminded
of how beautiful and tall he was.
They had walked a few more paces before it dawned on him. "Wait, you said
nobody would notice, and yet you picked her out without even seeing the wet
patch."
Mel shrugged. "Welcome to the one percent."
****
They trotted down the subway stairs, and Mel felt her bladder pulse with every
step. She tried to hold her jiggling to a minimum until they were on the
train. They had a good forty minutes ride to Larry's apartment in Brooklyn.
Plenty of time.
At this point Larry was beginning to deal with what had happened. He was
entering the shame portion of the process.
"Are you... how will you ever be able to have sex with me again? I mean Ipissed myself like a little kid—"
Mel put her hand over his mouth. "Do not keep talking about this right now,
or I'm gonna lose it. For real, I should have gone before we got on the train."
He shifted uncomfortably in his wet pants. "You really have to go that badly?"
Mel noticed his wet patch had grown since they got off the bus, starting to
migrate further down his legs.
"If I didn't know better I'd say you were interested."
Larry blushed. "Well I guess I wouldn't be quite so embarrassed if you had the
same problem I do."
"You might get your wish." Mel relaxed for just a second and felt a spurt
dampen her panties. She moaned and leaned over exaggeratedly. "I'm not going
to make it."
"Well should we get off the train or something? You probably shouldn't make a
puddle..."
"I think I can wait until we're closer. Let's wait until we get to brooklyn,
there's a KFC at Atlantic-Pacific where I can go."
A few more stops and they were crossing the river, and Mel was bobbing up and
down. Her need to pee and her horniness were overwhelming any indecision she
might have faced otherwise. She forced herself to stop squirming and stood
with her legs together, looking straight at Larry. She allowed herself a two
second squirt, shivering with pleasure as the piss filled her panties and
overflowed to her leggings. She knew that there was a patch the size of small
plate under her skirt, showing clearly on the blue fabric.
She widened her eyes in mock horror. "I'm losing it," she whispered.
Larry's eyes went straight down to her crotch, mirroring Mel's reaction
earlier.
"Oh god I can't hold it..." Mel did a little curtsy, and then let go.
She felt her panties balloon out again, the hot liquid pooling around her
pussy and under her butt. And then it was running down her legs, heating her
inner thighs and then snaking down to her ankles. She squeezed it off just
before it reached her shoes. Wouldn't want to ruin those.
Letting her eyes flutter, she smiled and said, "God that feels better. I still
really have to go though..."
Larry was silent, seemingly awestruck. Mel reached for him wordlessly and
wrapped herself around him. She could feel the cold of his wet patch through
her skirt. "Aw, you must be freezing. You should pee some more to warm
yourself up. It's not like it matters at this point."
"Is that... is that what you want me to do?"
Mel's heart started pounding so hard she was sure Larry could feel it. She
couldn't look at him, but she nodded, her head against his chest. Then she
could feel his crotch grow warm again, his fresh piss soaking into her shirt
and running down the front of her skirt.
"Let's get off here," Mel suggested.
They were one subway stop from Larry's apartment, and the extra walk required
passing through an industrial area that would be mostly abandoned at this time
of night. Mel practically dragged Larry by the hand, to a gravel driveway that
led to a darkened parking lot.
She pressed him against the wall and unbuttoned his pants, reaching into his
hot, soaked underwear. His cock was slippery from piss and come, and it took
her only a second to make him erect and straining against her hand. She yanked
her leggings down and Larry pulled her up onto his penis. When he entered her
she felt a jolt as her still-full bladder was compressed. Larry turned around
and had her against the wall. Every thrust forced out a splash of pee, until
Mel just gave up and started pushing it out. It flowed into Larry's pants and
down Mel's legs, and their fucking took on soggy, sopping sounds. Larry came
first, what felt like a giant load spurting into her, and then Mel shuddered
in orgasm, with the miraculous feeling of peeing and coming and Larry's body
pressing her against the wall, holding her off the ground. They paused there
for just an instant, chests heaving, soaked through. Then Larry eased her down
to the ground and zipped up his pants. Mel retrieved her leggings and they
left the parking lot in a furtive hurry.
Mel could hear the squish of Larry's soaked pants as they walked hand in hand.
After a few blocks of silence, he cleared his throat.
"So. This is a, uh, fetish? you have?"
Their eyes met in the darkness. Mel nodded, trying not to betray her terror.
But Larry smiled, then burst out laughing. "I wish I had known that on the
bus. Jesus, I would have given up a lot sooner."
Mel smiled back and squeezed his hand. "I'm glad you didn't. It's all about
the struggle, baby." |
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At 3:00 AM on the last Saturday of Ethan’s final semester, Ethan and Malia sat on the rock wall framing Melody Beach, watching the waves gently lap the shoreline down below. This secluded cove was a popular destination for college students, as every night the sky would ignite in an aurora of starlight, uninterrupted by the pollutive glow of the orange street lamps back in town.
Ethan looked up at the milky jumble of constellations and took a swig from Malia’s large chrome hydroflask filled with lemonade and rum, a mixture she graciously prepared before each of the pair’s late night walks.
“I think I’m good for the night,” Ethan said, coughing lightly and handing Malia the bottle.
“Are you kidding? We haven’t even drank half of it yet!” Malia exclaimed.
Ethan eyed her sheepishly. “Oh come on, you know I have like zero tolerance for alcohol. Has it been that long since we’ve hung out?”
Malia chuckled and took a smug swig.
A small orange glow appeared further down on the beach, catching the pair’s eyes. The smoke from the small bonfire rose into the sky and dissipated in the moonlight in a light haze.
Ethan smiled wistfully. “Man, I can’t believe this whole college life is over. Tomorrow I’ll graduate and the day after that, I’ll be on my way to California and starting my internship… Enjoy this while you can Malia. These are some great years and they go by quick.”
“I may not be graduating, but I know what you mean,” Malia said, “Trust me, it does not feel like I’m halfway done with college.” She drew another sip from the flask. “ “The future is a really scary thing. You can feel it accumulating with every step you take along the way. You can see it coming and you just hope that by the time it comes, you’ll be ready. But what if I’m not ready? I feel like I’m putting it off in a bad way and once it arrives, I’ll have nowhere to go.”
Ethan glowered at her. “Well if that happens, I’ll help you out. I’ll give you direction and you’ll find somewhere to go. But I wouldn’t think about it too hard.”
The night was silent for the time being, other than the sound of the gently lapping waves and Malia’s occasional sip of alcohol. Suddenly, Malia tossed the hydroflask on Ethan’s lap and jumped up onto the sand.
“Welp, gotta pee. I’ll be right back.”
As she walked towards the port-a-potty behind the rock wall, Ethan stole a glance at Malia’s butt, the curves of which were barely peeking out from the bottom of her small, gray pajama shorts. On top, she was wearing a black, cotton tank top that cut right above her navel.
“That was fast,” Ethan noted as she arrived back. A grimace was clearly visible on her face in the glow of the moonlight.
“It was locked. Let’s start heading back, I really need to pee.”
“Well no wonder,” said Ethan holding up the hydroflask, “You sucked it dry. Thirsty much?”
She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on graduate boy. Let’s get back home so you can get some sleep and I can use the bathroom.”
It took them five minutes to navigate their way through the overgrown trail of roots and vines before making it back to the orange glow of the town. By then, Malia was fidgeting slightly.
“How long did it take us to get here from our place again?”
“Um it’s a ways away. It’ll take us maybe 25 minutes to walk back if we go fast. Wanna just pee back there off the trail?”
She considered this for a brief second. “… Nah I think I’ll be okay. I can’t pee anywhere I want, unlike some people.”
Malia then took off, powerwalking briskly back towards the apartment complex the two of them had rooms in. Ethan followed in close pursuit.
As they hustled back, Ethan would hear Malia occasionally suck in air sharply through her teeth and groan. He grew concerned about her well-being once she plastered her left hand on the crotch of her shorts, but remained quiet to allow her to focus her attention on dealing with her current situation. Luckily, there were no people other than them walking the streets at this time of night.
The sweat drops on Malia’s forehead glowed in the milky starlight. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Ethan, I have never had to pee so badly in my life.”
“Hang in there, we’re just three blocks away. You can do this.”
Malia moaned in frustration and placed another hand on the crotch of her shorts.
Suddenly she stopped. Bending down, she pressed her groin hard with both of her hands and gasped.
“Shit. Shit Shit shit shit shit. Ethan give me your keys right now!”
“What??”
“KEYS NOW ETHAN!”
Shocked, Ethan pulled out his keys out of his pocket and handed them to Malia. Immediately, she swiped them away. With one hand buried deep between her legs, she awkwardly took off towards their apartment, which at this point was an entire block away.
After brief moment of stunned silence, he began to jog after her. She lived on the third floor of the apartment, while Ethan lived on the second. Her desperation must be as abysmal levels if she wasn’t even confident in making it up a second flight of stairs, Ethan mused.
Ethan lagged a good twenty feet behind Malia and noticed that there was a trail of dark droplets that stood out on the light gray pavement. He followed his gaze up to Malia and made out a small wet patch on the back of her shorts. Even from this distance, Ethan could see several tiny streams riveting down Malia’s thighs, dripping slowly past her knees, calfs, and finally to her feet, where her flip flops flicked them up into he air slightly, only to have them then patter lightly on the pavement.
Malia disappeared into the concrete stairwell of their apartment. When Ethan caught up, he noticed that the droplets grew significantly larger as he progressed up the stairs. He followed them, turned the corner, and saw Malia, desperately trying to get in his apartment.
Her legs were crossed and shaking. The apartment porch light betrayed the streams that went down the front and back of her legs. She fumbled with his keys, unable to quickly identify which one served the function of letting her in the apartment and saving her from having a full-blown accident.
Once she found the key that most resembled her own, she shoved her left hand back into her groin area, trying in vain to stem the impending flow. At last, she just needed to enter the apartment, rush to the bathroom, and obtain glorious relief. However, circumstances had other plans.
Threading the key through the hole proved too difficult a task in her current intoxicated and desperate state. Her hand shook. Her body jolted each second when a new drop of pee left her urethra and joined the streams running down her legs. Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes and she bit her lower lip in despair. It was too late.
Malia’s drops turned into leaks, which turned into a large spurt. This caused Malia to cry out, drop the keys on the ground, and bury both of her hands into her nether region. More liquid streamed down, and soon Malia was standing in a small puddle.
Another spurt. Another cry in vain. The puddle grew.
It was time to give in.
Malia removed her hands from her soaked crotch, buried her face in them, and began to sob quietly. Suddenly, the dam broke. The liquid that had been slowly and surely been leaking from her girlhood could be contained no longer. It spilled out forcefully, coming out through her shorts as a distinct stream of pee. The puddle grew on the concrete floor and spilled out over the balcony and onto the grass below. Ethan could do nothing but watch in horror as his best friend spent the next 20 seconds emptying the contents of her bladder right in front of his room.
Ethan awkwardly bent down next to her and put his hand on Malia’s shoulder as she continued to weep. He tried to ignore the odor of pee that was permeating the night air.
After a few minutes, Malia’s breathing calmed down. She looked up at Ethan with tears in her eyes.
“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I can’t believe I just pissed myself in front of you.”
Ethan smiled and wiped the tears off Malia’s cheek with his thumbs.
“I’m just happy you didn’t make it inside, or you would have ruined my carpet.”
Malia frowned and slapped Ethan’s cheek playfully.
Ethan picked up his keys, entered his apartment, and brought out a towel and a mop and bucket. He handed the towel to Malia.
“Take this, also you can keep it when you’re done with it,” he said.
“Thanks…”
“I’ll handle cleaning up, you don’t worry about it. Go get some rest, I’ll kill you if you oversleep my graduation.”
Malia blushed, gave Ethan a quick hug, careful not to make any contact with her shorts, and wiped her legs and feet before removing her flip flops.
“Night Ethan,” she said sheepishly. She then turned around and headed back to the stairwell.
Wow, thought Ethan, as Malia walked away, the butt of her shorts now dark gray and soaking wet. What a great night to end it on. |
I have a few ideas for longer, chaptered stories, but this isn't one of them. Mostly, I'm just lazy, so I write my one-shot ideas before I commit to longer things :) Hope you like it!
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Jemima Hughes winced as she walked down the stairs of her grandparents’ big ranch house – her new home, she supposed. This was her first official day living on the ranch, and her grandmother, Rosemary, had insisted that she wear these trousers. Levi’s, Rosemary had called them, as if a fancy name disguised the fact that they were made for men.
“Ain’t no use trying to get around on horseback all day in one of your pretty little gowns. All the women out here wear ‘em,” Rosemary had said.
So on top of moving all the way to Texas from Boston to be surrounded by strangers on a dusty, dirty, hot ranch without so much as a domestic to help with her hair and clothes, she was now to wear men’s pants on a fairly regular basis. Just wonderful.
Jemima’s mother, Anna, had been raised on the ranch, but had left at 16 when her father, Jeremiah, the wealthy son of a banker, had swept through the area on a fact-finding mission for investors back east. Jeremiah had been taken with Anna’s beauty and a level of sophistication he found incongruous against her rural upbringing, and Anna had fallen for Jeremiah’s easy smile and the opportunity to make a life for herself undefined by cattle.
Jemima had been born in Boston and lived her whole life in the bustle of the city. Living at the turn of the century was exciting, and Jemima loved both the society and the opportunities for education newly available to women. Well, to women with wealthy fathers, such as herself.
Though the Hughes’ had visited the ranch twice in Jemima’s lifetime, and Anna had made a point of encouraging regular, written correspondence with her grandparents, Jemima had never considered the possibility that she’s one day spend more than a month on the plains of Texas. But then, Anna’s younger brother had died in a wagon accident, and, less than a year later, her father suffered a fatal heart attack. Suddenly, the ranch was left without an obvious heir.
Over Jemima’s vehement protestations, her parents and grandmother had decided that it would be best for Jemima to come and live on the ranch for a “trial period.” At 18, she had completed finishing school but was still unmarried, so it was theorized that she had no “real” connections keeping her in Boston.
“You could learn to love Texas!” her parents had insisted, unconvincingly, but Jemima knew why she was really going. Her grandparents had no plans in place to sell the ranch, so sending Jemima was a way for everyone to pretend that it would remain in family hands until the proper legal and financial matters could be arrange. No one really thought that she could be satisfied living amidst the cows in the middle of nowhere, right?
But Jemima was jobless, husbandless, and female, so she had no real say over her own life, despite being 19 years old. Her train had arrived in Abilene the day before, then a driver had picked her up for a hot, bumpy carriage ride back to the ranch. She’d been exhausted and annoyed, but, as Rosemary had reminder her (far more harshly than necessary, Jemima thought), life on the ranch doesn’t slow down for newcomers. Instead of having an acceptable amount of time to recover from her lengthy journey, she’d be expected to start learning about the daily workings of the cattle business the very next day.
“Kip will show you around the property,” Rosemary had said, only explaining upon request that Kip was Christopher Connell, a 22-year-old cowhand who’d been working around the ranch for over a decade.
Jemima had vague memories of a boy named Kip from her last visit to the ranch. She’d been 12; he was 15. In her memory, he’d been sullen and brusque, with no patience for the prissy little granddaughter of the ranch owners. Of course, people could change plenty in 7 years, but her prior knowledge of Mr. Connell was doing nothing to alleviate Jemima’s apprehension about her first day on the ranch.
“Good morning, Grandmother,” Jemima greeted Rosemary as she walked into the breakfast room.
“Morning, Jemma,” Rosemary replied. “I see those clothes fit you well enough. I’ve ordered more from the outfitters in town. They’ll be here later this week.”
“Thank you,” Jemima said demurely. She didn’t relish the idea of Rosemary spending money on clothes that Jemima surely wouldn’t need after this six-month trial period was over, but she was even more put off by the idea of wearing the same few outfits over and over again. That would be completely unacceptable for a lady of her upbringing.
“Grab some toast and eggs,” Rosemary instructed. “Kip will be here to take you to the stables in about a half an hour.”
Toast and eggs? Jemima refrained from sighing. No pastries? No cold meats? She supposed getting accustomed to the bland, limited choice of breakfast was one of the many adjustments she’d have to endure for the next few months.
“Now, Kip knows this place as well as anyone,” Rosemary declared as Jemima nibbled on some toast. “But you’re still the boss. You have to be tough with these workers. You’ll learn what you’re doing soon enough, so you have to set a precedent that you won’t take any guff from anyone.”
“Yes, Grandmother,” Jemima acquiesced. She’d learned household management in finishing school, so of course she understood the necessity of a firm hand with domestics. How different could ranch hands be?
The sound of the door knocker echoed down the hallway. “That’ll be Kip,” Rosemary announced, rising from her chair. “Come on, girl.”
Stung by the juvenile title, Jemima followed her grandmother out to the porch and stopped abruptly.
Waiting on the steps was one of the best-looking men Jemima had ever seen. He was tall and broad-shouldered, muscles corded down his exposed forearms. He was rugged, certainly, but looked far cleaner than she’d imagined. And he looked about as eager to meet Jemima as he’d be to meet a rattlesnake on the trail.
“Morning, Mrs. Joseph,” Kip smiled affably at Rosemary.
“Morning, Kip,” Rosemary grinned back. “You remember my granddaughter, Jemima Hughes? I’d appreciate it if you could help her pick out a horse, then show her around the property a bit.”
“Miss Hughes,” Kip rumbled, tipping his hat in Jemima’s direction. He turned back toward Rosemary. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll do my best.”
Rosemary nodded and, without another word, walked back in the house. Miffed at her grandmother’s unceremonious exit, Jemima stared at her companion for the day.
“If you’ll follow me, please, Miss Hughes,” Kip requested, already walking down the porch stairs. “I’ll take you to the stables.”
Jemima nodded, though Kip wasn’t looking. She hurried to keep up with his long strides.
In the stables, Jemima relaxed a bit. This, at least, she knew she could do. She’d learned to ride at an early age at some of the finest equestrian centers in Massachusetts.
Almost immediately, she picked out a dark, paint mare, relishing the look of surprise on Kip’s face that indicated she’d chosen well. A young groom saddled the horse efficiently and led it over to a crate for Jemima to mount.
“Ready, Miss Hughes?” Kip drawled, nudging his own quarter horse alongside Jemima’s.
Jemima nodded, subtly imitating how Kip held his reins. “By your leave, Mr. Connell.”
Kip clacked his tongue, urging his horse outside. Jemima followed easily, and the tour began.
Kip started by leading Jemima around the main buildings – the stables, the mess hall, the hay barn – then worked his way outward, past the paddocks. The ranch was expansive, and he kept their pace slow so as not to pressure Miss Hughes, so they’d already been out over an hour.
“And, of course, the cattle are out grazing,” Kip explained, gesturing west. “Not much to see out there.”
“I’d like to see all the land I’m to own, Mr. Connell, if you please,” Jemima said sharply. She did want to learn about the land, but she also didn’t want Kip thinking he could get rid of her after only a cursory ride around.
Kip bobbed his head in deference. “My apologies, Miss Hughes. If you’d like, I’ll take you around the southern boundary of the property, but that’ll keep us out til lunch. Wouldn’t want you getting saddle sore.”
Jemima’s lip curled into a haughty sneer. “Your concern is duly noted, Mr. Connell, but I can handle myself on a horse.”
Kip gritted his teeth. “If you’ll follow me, then, ma’am.”
Although Kip wasn’t excited to play babysitter to the – in his opinion – spoiled city girl, his primary reasoning for encouraging a shortened tour was significantly more personal: he wanted to relieve himself.
Like most men on the ranch, Kip had been up since before 5 AM, putting in work before his 8 o’clock meeting with Miss Hughes. He’d lost track of time caring for a horse who’d thrown a shoe, so he hadn’t visited the latrines before making his way up to the big house. In the warm, dry Texas air, they all knew to keep well hydrated from their sizeable canteens. With the other men, no one questioned someone jogging off to the latrines or stepping behind a tree or a building, but Kip was fairly sure that Miss Hughes wasn’t used to open discussion of one’s voiding habits. He’d just have to wait.
“That’s a fine mount you have, Mr. Connell,” Jemima’s voice broke Kip’s thought process. Kip was prepared to dismiss her comment as a general compliment, but she continued. “Quarter horses are favored for cattle drives, of course, but yours appears at least a full hand larger than most I’ve seen.”
Kip tried not to betray his astonishment at Miss Hughes’ apparent knowledge of horses. “Yes, ma’am. His father was big enough, but Brutus here has grown beyond our expectations. He’s been mine since he was broke.” Kip smiled affectionately as he patted Brutus’ neck.
Jemima nodded, but was unsure how to continue the conversation. One typically didn’t make small talk with employees. Instead, she pointed off in the distance. “I see cattle up on that ridge. Where are we on the property?”
Kip’s smile vanished, and he started to explain the boundaries of the grazing land. As he was talking, Brutus stepped in an unexpected hole. The jolt shook Kip’s bladder, and he hissed through his teeth. Astride a large horse was certainly not the best position for someone who needed to urinate, but he’d have to make do.
They rode along the southern border of the ranch, and Kip did his best to answer Jemima’s detailed, yet condescending questions. Every time she opened her mouth, it seemed to be with the desire to prove to him that she knew enough, or could learn enough, about ranching to be an effective boss.
Finally, aided by a slightly faster riding pace, they reached the southwest corner of the property. Kip indicated as much, guessing that they had about an hour’s ride back to the stables if they cut through the meadows.
Jemima assented, unwilling to let Kip know just how tired she was. They’d ridden miles, and, though she considered herself an experience horsewoman, she was unaccustomed to long rides over uneven terrain in a Western saddle.
Though Kip didn’t know (or particularly care to know) the reason for the decrease in Miss Hughes’ questioning, he welcomed it. By not entertaining her, he could focus on clenching his muscles as much as possible with his thighs on opposite sides of his horse’s back. He could feel his need constantly now, but, with no big interruptions, he felt that he could make it the hour back to the compound.
About 45 minutes into their return, Jemima gasped suddenly, causing Kip to lose focus for a moment. He clenched his jaw and pressed into the saddle to regain control. He hadn’t actually leaked, but he’d come far too close for comfort.
“Mr. Connell!” Jemima cried in an exaggerated whisper. “A coyote!”
Kip followed her shaking, pointed finger, and just barely stopped himself from bursting out laughing.
“Miss Hughes,” he drawled, urging Brutus forward again. “That is a ranch dog. Ella, if I’m not mistaken. She is older ‘n dirt, and she wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less us or our horses.”
“Oh,” Jemima mumbled, chastened. She’d worked so hard all morning to ask intelligent, informed questions, and how she’d gone nearly hysterical over the most mundane of things. Pouting slightly, she dug her heels into her horse’s sides, overtaking Kip.
Letting Jemima ride in front of him a bit, Kip shifted in his saddle. The false excitement had heightened his desperation, and he couldn’t help but wiggle to maintain his hold. He couldn’t very well make Miss Hughes hurry back to the stables – not that he thought his bladder would necessarily be able to handle riding at a faster pace – so he’d just have to hold on until they reached the compound. Satisfied that Jemima wasn’t looking, he gripped his hand tightly around his dick. The move was embarrassing to think about, but ultimately brought a sense of relief and control.
The remaining ride back to the stables was relatively short and completely silent. Jemima was still sulking over how foolish she’d been made to look in her ignorance, and Kip had no desire to make small talk while all his concentration was bent on holding back the contents of his bladder.
Staying just behind Jemima’s paint, Kip gripped himself through him jeans a few more times before they finally reached the stables. The thought of impending relief only seemed to increase his desperation, but he was sure he could make it a few more minutes.
Back in the barn, one of the young stable boys grabbed the bridle of Miss Hughes’ horse so she could dismount. Kip took a second to prepare his pelvic muscles before sliding off Brutus. He gasped quietly, thinking he felt a few drops escape before regaining control.
He couldn’t afford to wait any longer. At this rate, he considered just pissing behind the corner of the building instead of heading back to the barracks – anything to get some relief. Seeing Miss Hughes safely on the ground and the horses being led away by the stable boy, Kip turned to leave.
“Excuse me, Mr. Connell.”
Kip groaned inwardly at the sound of Miss Hughes’ voice. Was he imagining it, or did she sound more imperious than ever? How could a woman even keep her voice that shrill after being out riding in the dirt all day?
Kip turned slowly. He felt his thighs shaking with strain. Carefully, under the guise of respect, he swept his hat from his head and held it in front of his crotch.
“Ma’am?” he replied evenly.
“Mr. Connell,” Jemima repeated. She lifted her chin, trying for authority, but achieving only arrogance. “I understand that a change in management is challenging for everyone-“
Management? Kip thought, incredulous even in his desperation. Woman makes this sound like a damn newspaper business, not a working ranch.
“-and that having a woman as your director may not be something that everyone is comfortable with right away-“
Kip refrained from rolling his eyes, but just barely. Did she forger that her own grandmother had been helping “direct” this place since before Jemima was born?
Kip’s sarcastic reactions were abruptly cut off by an alarming surge from his bladder. He twitched visibly, but Jemima interpreted the movement as an involuntary confirmation of her theory that Kip didn’t want to be ordered around by a woman.
“-but I am here now,” she continued, somewhat haughtily. “And I intent to be fully involved in the workings of this ranch. As heir of the property, I expect your cooperation and that of the other workers.”
Kip shuddered again, barely listening to Jemima’s demanding speech. He was hanging on by the slimmest of threads; he could feel tiny leaks trickling into his crotch.
“The men respect you, Mr. Connell,” Jemima was saying. “Despite your relative youth, your colleagues look highly upon you for your work ethic and your…strength of…” Jemima’s voice trailed off as Kip stopped meeting her gaze, his head lowered. “Mr. Connell!” She snapped, her cheeks coloring at the indignation of being ignored. “Are you even…”
Jemima’s voice failed yet again. A soft pattering sound seemed to echo through the barn. Jemima followed Kip’s gaze downward to see liquid dripping off the cuff of his jeans, trickling into a puddle on the dusty ground.
“Mr. Connell?” she whispered, aghast.
Kip pressed his lips together to keep them from shaking. His hat covered the worst of the stain, but the wetness was clearly visible beyond the edges of the brim, slowly spreading down his legs. He couldn’t believe he was pissing himself in front of his boss, who also happened to be a beautiful young woman.
It had taken Jemima a half-second too long to realize what was actually happening, but now she flushed with the residual humiliation of watching a grown man urinate on himself.
Having already made a considerable mess, Kip could have just given up completely, but he wanted to grasp any shred of dignity he could. He cut off the flow as soon as he was able, which was well after he’d soaked all the way down his left leg and created a muddy puddle around his boots.
When the dripping sound stopped, the air thickened into a palpable silence. None of Jemima’s finishing school training had prepared her for a situation like this.
Finally, finally, Kip took a deep breath. “May I leave, Miss Hughes?”
Breathless, Jemima nodded, then, realizing that Kip was still staring determinedly at the ground, choked out a “Yes.”
Nodding reflexively in acknowledgement of the dismissal, Kip turned and strode out of the stables. Fortunately, it was still lunch time, so he didn’t have to avoid a lot of people on his way back to the barracks.
Around the corner from the stables, Kip broke into a jog. He was so disgusted with himself. He’d wanted to prove to Miss Hughes that ranchers weren’t just uneducated hicks, that they could keep up with her city upbringing, and what had he done instead? He hadn’t even been able to hold his waters for one morning, and he’d made an ass of himself in the most childish way possible.
As he reached the barracks, Kip realized he was leaking again. It was almost unfathomable that he still had to pee, given the size of his accident in the stables, but he had drunk an awful lot over the course of their ride.
The latrine was too far away, and the incriminating wet patch on his jeans was already growing again, so Kip just sighed and leaned against the wall on the far side of the barracks. He tilted his head back against the wood siding and relaxed, letting the remaining contents of his bladder gush out of him. The wetness seeping down his legs wasn’t exactly pleasant, but the experience was infinitely better than losing control in from of Miss Hughes.
Finally empty, Kip gingerly stepped toward the door of the barracks, shaking the excess drops off the cuff of his pants. The heavy denim chafed against his legs; he decided to take the time to go down to the creek to rinse out his pants. The ranch had laundry staff on the weekends, but he didn’t want to wait until then. He’d rather just literally and figuratively wash out the events of the morning himself.
Back in the barn, Jemima stood, transfixed, staring toward but not at Kip’s puddle. With every breath, she grew increasingly distressed. Within a minute, tears had filled her eyes and her breathing verged on hyperventilation.
What had she done? How could she have imposed such a fate on anyone? Kip, despite occasionally his brusque manner, had really been quite gracious to her all morning, and she’d ignored his needs to the point of an utterly degrading accident. He’d never respect her now, and he’d never get the other employees on board. She just wasn’t cut out for management in ranch society. She’d tried to be firm and tough, and she’d just ended up making a fool of the veteran worker, and herself in the process. What was she even doing here?
Frantic, Jemima whirled and ran back to the big house, tears now streaming down her face. She stumbled up the porch stairs and tore through the front door. She wasn’t sure at all what she was looking for, but as she ran down the hallway, her grandmother stepped out of the office and caught her by the arm.
“Jemima!” Rosemary gasped, bemused by the distraught look on her granddaughter’s face. “Whatever happened?”
But Jemima couldn’t talk just yet; she only sobbed in a most undignified manner.
Rosemary gave the girl a quick once-over, and, determining that she wasn’t truly hurt, sighed. She kept her hand on Jemima’s arm and guided her across the hall to the sitting room.
“There now,” Rosemary said as she sat Jemima on the loveseat. “Just calm down and tell me what’s got a bee in your bonnet.”
Her grandmother’s seemingly dismissive language irked Jemima into speech. “I can’t do this!” she half-snapped, half-wailed.
Rosemary sighed again. “Now, Jemma, it’s been one morning. Yes, you’re probably tired, but you’ll get used to the pace of ranch life soon enough.”
“I’m not tired!” Jemima shot back petulantly.
Rosemary raised her eyebrows, looking at Jemima like one would look at a disobedient toddler.
Straightening her shoulders, Jemima inhaled, trying again. “I appreciate your concern, Grandmother, but I was able to keep up just fine, thank you.”
“And yet you flew in here like you were being chased by Satan himself,” Rosemary chided.
Jemima blushed, both in embarrassment for the spectacle she caused and in preparatory discomfort for the explanation she was about to give.
“I…” she hesitated, again entirely unprepared for how to present the situation. “I don’t think I’ll be a fit employer.”
“Well, you’ve still got a lot to learn, that’s for sure,” Rosemary waved her hand dismissively. “But if you’re ready to give up after one day…”
“I made a man soil himself!” Jemima burst out, cheeks aflame.
Rosemary sat back, perplexed. “You…what?”
“I…” Jemima’s voice softened. She hadn’t realized that telling the story would be nearly as difficult at experiencing it, but she was even more unprepared to realize that she genuinely needed her grandmother’s advice.
“I went on a tour with Kip, just like you suggested,” she began softly. “But I kept him out too long, and then when we got back, he made to leave, and I wouldn’t let him, and he…he…” Jemima’s eyes welled up again with remorse. “He urinated on himself. He lost control, right in front of me, and it’s my fault!”
Jemima inhaled shakily, preparing for her grandmother’s reaction. Chastisement, perhaps, or disdain that Jemima could be so ignorant as to ignore the most basic needs of her employees.
What Jemima did not expect was for Rosemary to burst out laughing.
“Kip did that?” Rosemary chortled incredulously. “Did the fool boy bother to ask you for a break at all?”
“I…” Out of all the unprecedented events of today, Rosemary’s reaction perhaps stunned Jemima the most. “Well, no, I suppose not.”
Rosemary shook her head, smiling slightly. “Boy must’ve really wanted to impress you, I reckon. Most of these men would just excuse themselves and go behind a tree.”
“Most of…” Jemima breathed. “So…this isn’t…”
“Lands, no!” Rosemary laughed, interpreting the rest of Jemima’s question. “This is the country, girl. We don’t have all those fancy water closets around every corner. Yes, I’m surprised Kip didn’t just ask you to leave before things got so bad, but his certainly aren’t the first Levi’s to get a little pissy after a long job, and they won’t be the last.”
Jemima wasn’t sure if she was horrified or comforted by this information. “This…kind of thing…happens often, then?” she asked hesitantly.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say often,” Rosemary shrugged. “But newbies on long drives, or men on a job they can’t get away from, like a tough calving…it’s not unheard of.”
Jemima was momentarily relieved, but soon found herself frowning again. “That may be true, but how can I supervise these men if they’re not comfortable asking me for breaks?”
Rosemary sighed. She quickly reminded herself that Jemima hadn’t been raised on the ranch; this wouldn’t be the first piece of seemingly-obvious advice she needed.
“Look, Jemma, it’s going to everyone – you included – awhile to get used to you being here and being in charge. Kip may not be the first man to wet himself in the line of work, but doing it in front of your new boss on the first day couldn’t have been fun. I think it’d go a long way for both of you if you assure him that you still respect him as an employee.”
Jemima nodded so seriously that Rosemary almost laughed. The girl had no natural proclivities toward ranch life, but at least she was a willing student!
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Rosemary claimed that she usually ate supper in the mess hall with the employees. Some of the workers had families of their own, of course, and ate in their own small homes around the property, but many of the men gathered in the large hall every lunch and dinner for communal meals. Initially, Jemima had chafed against the idea of eating at long tables, surrounded by loud, uncouth cattlemen, but she had to admit that she needed every chance she could get to get to know the workers. Plus, Rosemary had claimed that Kip almost always ate in the mess hall, and it was always better to get apologies over with as quickly as possible.
It turned out that Rosemary has a smaller table of her own in the hall, so Jemima didn’t exactly have to eat elbow-to-elbow with the sweaty workers coming in from a long day. She did her best to watch and learn from her grandmother’s mannerisms, though, her easy rapport with men and women she’d known for decades.
It didn’t take long for Jemima to spot Kip in the midst of the crowd. He was one of the very few people she recognized, after all. She watched him carefully, trying to discern his emotional state after his shameful accident earlier, but he showed no signs of lasting degradation. While many men approached her table to speak to Rosemary and offer their polite greetings to Jemima, however, Kip made no such move. He stayed far on the other side of the room for the duration of the meal.
Despite her obvious outsider status, Jemima couldn’t help but admire the natural camaraderie among the workers. She’d seen a bit of how hard they worked throughout the day, but here, they were relaxed, convivial, and downright jolly. Their pleasant sociability made Jemima feel even worse for how she’d treated Kip.
Near the end of the meal, when most of the workers had finished eating and were now simply drinking and chatting, as if the mess hall was a public house, Jemima saw Kip take his stein and walk out the south door onto the porch. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Jemima rose to follow him.
Outside, the sun had gone down, and the porch was considerably quieter in the cooling night air. A quick scan revealed Kip leaning against the corner of the porch railing, gazing out across the property.
Jemima approached hesitantly, unsure of how to begin. Kip saved her the trouble.
“How can I help you, Miss Hughes?” he asked coldly, not bothering to turn around.
Jemima jumped slightly. She didn’t think Kip had known she was there. “G-good evening, Mr. Connell,” she stammered.
“What can I do for you, ma’am?” Kip’s voice was low, though not quite out of the bounds of propriety.
Jemima stepped up to the porch railing, about 5 feet to Kip’s right. She’d been taught that polite apologies should be issued while looking the other person in the eye, but Kip was quite deliberately not looking at her. Not that she could blame him.
“Please allow me to apologize for my actions earlier today,” Jemima said crisply, before she lost her nerve.
Kip didn’t respond, but his shoulders twisted slightly in her direction.
At the very least not discouraged, Jemima continued. “What I did to you is unforgivable,” she went on, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “No employer has a right to engage someone so long without a break, and I deeply regret what I…caused you to do.” Jemima’s voice cracked slightly. Kip still wasn’t responding, but Jemima’s emotions were getting the best of her, and she felt compelled to explain.
“I know I don’t belong here,” she blathered, looking down at her hands. “I know I’m just a stopgap until Grandmother can get her affairs in order, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about anyone here or respect the work that you do. You’re an exceptional worker, Mr. Connell, and I certainly had no intention of…harming…I was told…I thought that, to earn your respect as a supervisor, I had to be tough and ruthless, but I don’t know how and I did it wrong and I made you…”
Jemima paused to catch her breath. She was gripping the railing with both hands now, unaware that Kip had turned to stare at the distraught young woman next to him.
“You all know each other,” Jemima went on, flustered. “And you’ve been doing this for years and I come in with my city-girl ignorance and privileged upbringing, and you’re just supposed to listen to me? It’s ridiculous and it will never work, and I’m just so sorry, Mr. Connell, I’m so sorry!”
Jemima sniffled in a most undignified manner, repulsed by the tears rolling down her cheeks. She was so distressed, it took her a moment to notice the handkerchief Kip was holding out to her.
Stunned, Jemima looked up as she took the cloth to wipe her face. A small smile quirked at the corner of Kip’s mouth.
“Are all city girls this dramatic?” he asked, only partially teasing.
Not quite ready to be teased, Jemima looked away. “I suppose most of what I do must seem silly to you.”
This time, Kip didn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. “I won’t deny that, ma’am,” he drawled. “But please don’t think I don’t appreciate your apology. Today wasn’t my proudest moment. I’m glad to know it didn’t damage your opinion of my utility as an employee.”
Somewhat astonished at the sound of her own contrived speech patterns pronounced in Kip’s distinct drawl, Jemima turned back to face him.
“Miss Hughes, out here on the land, if you’ll forgive my language, shit happens,” Kip stared at Jemima and was moderately impressed when she didn’t flinch. “You make mistakes, people might get hurt, but you apologize, you learn from it, and you move on. You can’t have a damn existential crisis every time you muck something up, or you’d never get a damn thing done!”
Jemima inhaled deeply, straightening from the porch railing. She wiped her nose one last time before handing the folded handkerchief back to Kip.
“Thank you, Mr. Connell,” she said, trying with only marginal success to find a balance between confidence and cordiality in her voice. “You’ve been most gracious, and I’m deeply grateful for your gallantry.”
Kip could only smile as he shoved the handkerchief back in his pocket. Yes, pissing himself had been terrible, but maybe this girl had her own crap to deal with.
“Come on, Miss Hughes. Let me walk you back to the big house. You’ve had quite the first day.”
Thankful, Jemima took Kip proffered arm. “Much obliged, Mr. Connell,” she murmured as they headed toward the house.
“Now where,” she queried, emboldened by his water-under-the-bridge mentality, “did you ever learn the phrase ‘existential crisis’?”
And finally, Kip laughed. |
Hey all! I was recently on holiday for a few weeks, and while I was bored and without WiFi I decided to write a fanfiction of my waifu, Tsumugi Kotobuki (I had nothing to get off to basically).
It's pretty long, and I've never done anything like this, so feel free to comment your opinion and give constructive criticism.
Enjoy!
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It was all over the news. The president's daughter, Tsumugi Kotobuki, was caught in a horrific car crash where fortunately nobody died, but everyone sustained injuries, except for Tsumugi, who seemingly escaped with little injury.
However, what the news reports didn't say was how Mugi was permanently affected by the accident. The crash had caused fractured bones, which managed to sever a few important nerves around the bladder, meaning she could not tell when she needed to urinate, and therefore could not control her bladder. She was incontinent.
The hospital tried all that they could to restore her control, implants, therapy, physiotherapy, even kegels. She underwent multiple surgical operations to reconnect the nerves, but tragically, nothing could be done. The girl just refused to control her bladder.
The best they did was instruct her to always take frequent bathroom breaks, every hour at least, and preferably half-hourly. This way there was no urine left to leak, so she would never have any accidents.
Eventually, the time came where Mugi had to go back to school. Her mother wrote her a note to show to any teacher who wouldn't let her go to the toilet.
When school finally came around, Mugi woke up early and went to the toilet. While she showered, her mum came into her room and stripped her bed, which was always wet, and brought it downstairs to wash it.
After showering, she got dressed and had breakfast. It was toast this morning, which had strawberry jam on it. Then she went to the toilet again, and left for school.
On the train, she checked her panties. They were fine, not wet at all. She relaxed a bit and smiled. Her silk panties felt so smooth and comfortable when they weren't wet.
She got to school, and before going to class, she went to the toilet. She thought about how everyone was doing without her. She couldn't wait to see them all again. She imagined it as she sat and dribbled pee into the toilet. She would walk into the classroom and Yui would be there, sat next to the middle window on the far left of the class. She would sit in the seat just right of hers, in front of Mio, and stare at Ritsu, who was late to class on the first day and had to sit at the front.
She came out of the toilet and headed up to class. When she got there, it was exactly as she expected. Yui asked if she had recovered well, and Mugi said yes. The two caught up with each other and Mugi heard all about what she missed.
The usual morning instructions were lead by Mikasa, who had apparently slept with a teacher, or so said Yui... And the rest of the school.
"Stand!" "Bow!" "Sit!"
Registration began as the teacher walked around the room, calling names off her list. Yui's friend Nodoka was off sick today. The registration continued.
"Kotobuki Tsumugi" the teacher droned.
"Here!" Mugi chirped.
The class turned and saw the crash victim once more for the first time in over two months. Some were smiling. Mugi smiled back.
Sneakily under her desk, Mugi lifted her skirt and slid a hand into her silk panties. Only a few drips had escaped so far, and her panties were only slightly damp, but there was a noticeable small wet patch on them.
Registration went by slowly today. After the names were called, she asked if she could go to the toilet. The teacher refused, and said that she should have gone before registration.
Mugi stood up and walked towards her confidently. On top of her register, Mugi slid her parents' note, informing the tutor of her disposition and requirement for restroom breaks hourly at minimum.
"Okay, go on. But be quick!" The teacher responded.
Mugi walked out of the class' sliding doors as the class stared and wondered. Yui turned to Mio.
"What do you reckon the note said?" She whispered.
"I don't think you should ask. It's her personal business." Mio replied.
Mugi came back no more than a minute later, looking refreshed. She sat for another half-hour or so and listened to the teacher's announcements for the week. When registration finished, Mugi asked to go to the toilet again, and was granted.
Yui and Mio watched her leave again, before looking to each other for a reason that someone would need to use a restroom twice in half an hour, as did the whole class.
Mugi returned yet again and this time was greeted by Yui.
"Welcome back again, Miss Potty-Break." She joked.
"Yeah, Moogs, what's up? Surely nobody could ever need to use a bathroom twice in half an hour, no less, you?" Mio added.
Mugi laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess I'm just not feeling myself today. At all."
Mugi quickly lifted her skirt and slid a hand inside her panties. They were certainly wetter than before, but by no means were they "wet" as to say.
First period flew by like nothing, and before she knew it, it had been well over an hour since Mugi had last had a potty break. She paused from her work and glanced at the board. As she did, she noticed that a few people were staring at her. She just returned to her writing and left them to it.
Another few seconds went past and the same people began giggling. Mugi looked up and found more staring than before. As she looked around at them, she glanced at Yui, who seemed extremely worried about her. Mugi started to worry. Just then, the teacher walked over to her desk, and watching her step, carefully squatted just in front of Mugi and somberly spoke.
"Tsumugi... Are you alright?"
It was at this moment where Mugi finally realised what was going on. She pushed her chair back and looked down at herself, and just as she expected, the worst was happening.
A dark, wet patch of a warm liquid was expanding on her skirt. As she followed its trails, she saw the yellow liquid on her legs, coming from inside her panties. The liquid had spread out under her bottom and into the back of her skirt, through to the chair, and was dripping off of the back. At the front, the liquid poured off the chair and down her legs, turning her white socks a deep yellow, and pooling up on the floor beneath her. She was wetting her pants.
The class began to laugh at her. Her head was spinning. She was humiliated! The teacher ran off to find a janitor and the nurse, whilst Mugi's head collapsed in a fit of tears onto her desk. The pee was still flowing and didn't seem to want to stop. Yui saw Mugi's discomfort and moved her chair closer to put a hand on Mugi's back and comfort her.
"Hey, it's okay! Don't cry! We aren't laughing, Mio and I!" Yui exclaimed. Mio nodded in agreement.
"It's fine Mugi! It happens to the best of us, right Mio?" Yui looked over at her.
"Hey! That was only one time and it was a complete accide-" Mio replied furiously before stopping herself.
They both stopped as Mugi got up and ran for the nurse's office, leaving behind her a trail of pee and tears.
She knocked on the infirmary door, and stood in the middle of the hall, until the door opened. Stood in the doorway was the nurse, a happy-go-lucky young woman who was always caring and was obsessed with pink, which was why she wore a pink nurse cosplay outfit and had dyed her hair pink.
The nurse looked at Mugi, and then her clothes. Mugi stood in full view from the whole hall, dripping with pee from the waist downwards, her face as red as a ripe tomato. The nurse then looked back up to Mugi's face and began to speak.
"Oh, you poor thing. Please, come in, have a lie down, and let's get you a towel, shall we?
Mugi was shown to an empty bed, next to a girl who she didn't know that was eyeing her wet skirt like she was trying to see a hole through it. Mugi blushed and turned to face the nurse, who instructed her to get in the bed.
"You rest here. I have patients to tend to."
Mugi laid in bed, cold and embarrassed, unable to sleep. She thought about everything that had happened and shivered. She looked down at herself in the hospital bed as she began to feel warmer. She suddenly realised what was happening. ("Not again!") She thought to herself. ("And in the nurse's office too... The infirmary bed at that!")
Tears began to stream down her face again as she clasped her private parts, trying desperately to stop the pee at all costs, but without nerves, she couldn't help it. The warm liquid flowed through her panties, moistening them again and warming them back up. The pee gushed through her fingers and rolled onto the bed sheet. Mugi went deep red as she watched the puddle beneath her expand, completely helpless and unable to stop it.
The nurse was quite shocked when she came over to see this. She rushed off and grabbed an absorbent pad and shoved it between Mugi's legs, and quickly began mopping up pee with kitchen roll in a last ditch effort to save the bed sheets. Overall, her efforts were mainly unsuccessful.
A few minutes later, after Mugi had explained that she was incontinent and that she couldn't help it, the nurse, partially wet with Mugi's urine, opened a cupboard on the opposite side of the room. From inside the cupboard she pulled out a large rectangular plastic bag.
It was a very strange shape, not any bag you would get from a supermarket, and it was plastered in bright colours and brand logos. The bag was half full of something and had a tear across the top of it. The nurse reached inside the tear and pulled out a white square. It had a blue line across the middle, and the outside layer appeared to be a fabric of some sort.
As the nurse put it down next to Mugi, she could see now that it wasn't a square, but rather a longer rectangle that was folded into thirds. It had some small slips on the sides that had been folded in. Not to mention, it was extremely thick. It smelled of a babyish aroma, almost reminiscent of something to Mugi. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The nurse quickly pulled the curtain around the bed, and spoke to Mugi.
"I'm going to give you an injection that will make you go to sleep. When you wake up, you will feel much better." She smiled.
The nurse picked up her injection and reached for Mugi's arm. Mugi lifted her wet bottom and pulled her arm from between it and the warm bed sheets. The injection went in smoothly and painlessly, and within seconds, Mugi was asleep.
She awoke a while later, during the final period of the day, and the nurse was there to greet her back into the world.
"Ah, you're awake! Your spare clothes arrived from home, so I changed you into them. Hope you don't mind." The Nurse chirped.
Mugi yawned as she came to. She stretched her arms out and lifted her bottom. Something felt... Different.
Just as she wondered what it was, her arm struck something soft and cold... And wet. She looked over at the table and found her wet clothes. She noticed that the folded rectangle was now gone, but the nurse was busy with other things.
She lifted up her skirt and peeked inside at her panties. "Oh, someone needs changing!" She exclaimed with joy.
"No I don't! I feel dry!" Mugi retorted.
She didn't believe the nurse, so she decided that it would be best if she checked for herself. She reached her arms down to the rim of her skirt and grabbed it. She then pulled it up to find her panties much earlier than usual. She continued pulling, and as she did, she realised that they were definitely not panties...
As her skirt was finally fully lifted, she could see in full view, a thick, white disposable diaper, stained yellow all over and with a faded blue liquid meter at the bottom. The diaper was very thick, and now that she could see it, she felt it too. She suddenly felt how hot her whole crotch was, including her bottom, and that it was soaking wet and sticky as she moved. The diaper was so thick that she couldn't even feel the bed sheets below her anymore, which had been replaced along with her clothes.
She turned bright red and her mouth opened out of pure shock. Saliva ran through her mouth around her tongue as she struggled to swallow it. She thought she was about to scream, when the nurse directed her attention to herself.
The nurse removed the tapes from the front of the diaper and allowed the sides to drop on either side of Mugi's body, freeing the front of the diaper to move. The nurse lifted the front up, and pulled it out, before laying it in between Mugi's spread legs. Mugi now saw how very thick the diaper was when it is completely saturated and how yellow the whole thing was inside. Her private parts were now in full view to the nurse, and a trickle of pee was leaking from Mugi's pee hole.
The nurse pulled out a bag of baby wipes and before Mugi could stop her, she was wiping her down with them. The nurse rubbed past Mugi's clitoris as she cleaned, and sent Mugi into ecstacy as she tried to contain herself. She moaned with delight as the cold wet wipes rubbed against her wet, sticky vagina and she clasped the bed sheets in her hands.
The nurse shoved two fingers holding a baby wipe into Mugi's pussy and twisted them around, moving them in and out to clean all of Mugi's soft, tight hole. Mugi moaned louder and began to breathe heavily as she started to get very wet.
Before Mugi could cum, the nurse pulled her fingers out and removed the diaper from beneath her. She pulled out a new square... No, a new diaper, from the bag and unfolded it before placing it under Mugi's bottom.
She picked up a bottle of baby powder and sprinkled it over Mugi's privates and began running her fingers around them, paying most attention to the clitoris and letting Mugi moan louder than ever.
Just as Mugi climaxed, she pulled the diaper up over her wet pussy and kissed Mugi hard on the lips. Mugi's eyes widened she embraced the heavenly kiss given to her by the nurse. Just then, Mugi moaned uncontrollably as she came into her diaper, spurting pee and cum into her new clean diaper as it was fastened shut.
"You naughty girl, you. Please, try to control yourself in future." The nurse teased Mugi.
As Mugi laid and caught her breath, her privates pulsating with pleasure, the nurse began to write on a piece of paper. When she finished, she roughly folded it and handed it to Mugi.
"Here, give this to your parents. It will explain what happened here today and why you're wearing a diaper. It has the brand written down at the bottom, and what store I buy them from. The diapers, by the way, should last two or three full wets, so you should be able to survive a whole school day in them. It may be best if you come in to see me at lunch times to get a diaper change though." She explained.
"If you ever have any issues with your disability or the diapers, you know where to find me. If I'm not here, you can call me on this number at the top. Now run along, school is ending, and if you go now, you can avoid the rush." She smiled and opened the door for her.
Mugi waddled out of the infirmary, attempting to close her legs, but to no avail. She would have to get used to walking in these before she could wear them confidently, so she decided to skip the bathroom and head for the stairs.
As she was heading down the hallway, the bells rang. Classes were starting to pour out into the hall. Mugi panicked and ran into the toilets, found an empty stall and locked herself in it. She undid her skirt and pulled it down to her ankles, exposing her clean diaper. She thought about her options and decided that the diaper was safer. She pulled her skirt back up and headed out of the school.
At the gate, Yui, Mio and Ritsu were all waiting for Mugi. She waddled up to the three and stared at her feet.
Silence swept through the group. An awkward air was forming. Yui decided to try and break it.
"S-so... You feeling any better now?" She asked politely.
"Y... Yeah..." Mugi muttered.
Silence was once again upon them, until Ritsu decided to speak.
"Man, I can't believe that you just wet your pants!" She exclaimed. Mio instantly floored her with a single hit. Ritsu lay on the floor for a few seconds whilst the other three began to speak.
"So, is there anything still wrong? Are you okay now?" Yui asked.
"I'd like to talk about it somewhere more private, if you don't mind." Mugi replied nervously.
Later that day, in Yui's house, the four sat around a low table on spongy pink carpet in Yui's bedroom, accompanied by Ui, eager to hear how Mugi was.
Mugi explained to the other four how the accident had split nerves in her bladder, and how she was incontinent and the hospitals couldn't do anything to help.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Yui asked curiously.
"Well, I was really nervous... And... I don't really know..." Mugi muttered, beginning to regret discussing it in the first place as she recalled the events in the classroom.
"That's very unfortunate, Mugi. I feel so sorry for you." Ui continued. "But I have to ask, why didn't you just wear diapers instead of risking accidents?"
Mugi froze and turned bright red. She began to shake as her lips attempted to form an answer to Ui's question.
"W-well... You s-see... D-d-diapers are... Are... Really gross, b-because, umm..." She stuttered nervously.
"Are you okay Moogs?" Mio asked.
"Y-yeah." Mugi replied. "I was just s-saying how they're gross b-because you s-sit in a p-pool of your own p-pee... And... They're s-so obvious, that s-someone would s-surely n-notice you w-wearing them..."
"I suppose you're right." Ui muttered.
"Mugi, is there any particular reason you're so shaky?" Ritsu asked devilishly.
"What?! N-no! I'm fine..." Mugi said quickly.
"Okay good. I was just wondering why your crotch was so big." Ritsu replied.
"Oh! That! That's from when... The, uhh... The surgery! My bones didn't fit together... Or something..." Mugi laughed. "It's not like I'm wearing a diaper! Don't be silly!"
Ritsu was very suspicious of how Mugi was acting. She gave Yui a signal to grab Mugi from behind. Yui wrapped her arms around Mugi's midriff and held tight as Mugi tried to break free. Ritsu grabbed Mugi's skirt and hoisted it up, revealing a thick, wet diaper beneath.
The gang all stared, and Mugi blushed red and froze again. Yui let go of Mugi and she began to cry.
The four all stared at Mugi and her wet diaper, completely clueless on how to make Mugi feel better.
Suddenly, Yui shot up and they all stared at her instead.
"Hey, Mugi, it's okay! Look!" Yui said confidently, as she clenched her fists and scrunched her face up. Her bladder tensed and bulged out as she forced herself to start urinating. As she did, streams of liquid began to contour down her tights. Her arms tensed straight beside her body, her knees fell together and collided as her skirt got caught in between her legs. The pee spread through her panties and soaked her skirt at the front, creating steam rising from the pool of pee expanding on the carpet. The others stared at her as she soaked her panties through to her skirt and down her tights to the puddle on the floor. When she was finished, she collapsed back to a seated position in the middle of the wet spot on her carpet.
Ritsu suddenly turned to Mugi, squatting down by her.
"Yeah, me too!" She exclaimed, whilst she pulled up her skirt, exposing her panties. They were white and already quite dirty, with a small brown skid mark at her bottom. Soon enough, there was a wet patch on them too, and it expanded and moved down, soaking her bottom and creating a wet spot on the back of her skirt. The pee streamed out of her panties and created a huge puddle beneath her feet that soaked into the carpet. The stream arced out as it came out of her pee hole and soaked the carpet in front of her too. At the end her skirt was quite wet too at the back.
She turned to Mio with a grim look on her face.
"Mio! There's a sea urchin on your skirt!" She yelled.
Mio panicked and flailed her arms about as she fell into her back with her knees up, exposing her white and blue striped panties. She started to sob as she completely lost control of her bladder from the impact and before long a large pool of pee was forming around her. It streamed out of her now yellow and blue panties and pooled up on her skirt before soaking into it and the carpet below. She realised what was happening and sat up, her legs bent around on either side of her and shoved her hands into her crotch to try and cover up the wet spot. All she did was push the front of her skirt into her panties and allowed the pee to stream into it and gush out from between her hands. Ritsu lost control and burst out laughing.
"Ha ha ha! I didn't even tell you to do that! You just totally had an accident!" Ritsu giggled.
"S-shut up! Don't look at me!!" Mio yelled through her tears. Mugi laughed and started to look happy again.
"Mio wet her pants! Mio wet her pants!" Ritsu chanted, and mocked her by pretending to cry.
Ui turned to Mugi and stood up. "I suppose it's my turn." She lifted up her pink skirt, exposing a clean pair of sky blue silk panties. "Mugi, I want you to watch me." She smiled.
Ui continued to smile at Mugi as she let go of her bladder and let the pee run out. Her legs were firmly together and straight so that the pee just ran down the inside of her legs. She felt the warmth as her panties got completely soaked, and the pee ran down her legs and hit her white socks, leaving trails of yellow pee as they continued and left two pools at each foot, which joined together to form one larger pool of pee that began to soak into the carpet. She pulled up her panties a bit more as they got completely drenched across every inch of fabric. Soon, her pee ran out and dripped to a stop as she stayed smiling at Mugi, and Mugi smiled back.
Mugi looked at her four friends, who had all wet themselves just to make her feel better about herself, and she began to cry tears of joy. She reached her arms out and brought all four of them in for a big, wet hug.
The wet fabric of the five girls' skirts all rubbed together and left more wet patches on each other, so Mugi's skirt became wet too. As she squeezed the other girls in her arms, she closed her legs, which moved her saturated diaper that was currently being used. The pee started to flow into the diaper and out of the new openings at the sides. The liquid ran down Mugi's legs and created another wet patch in the carpet. The pee leaked onto everyone else's already soaked skirts too.
"By the way, I think I really need a new diaper now." Mugi muttered.
"I think you can make that 5 diapers!" Ui replied, and they all burst out laughing.
The end. |
Spoiler alert: Fullmetal Alchemist spoilers. Episode 29 of Brotherhood, Chapter 56 of the manga.
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May Chang was barely waking up, eyes still hazy and thoughts still distant, but multiple concerns about her situation arose. First was her resting place, most certainly not a bed, it was cold, metal, and curved upwards all around her. She was thankfully small enough to fit without contorting her spine, but it wasn't comfortable. Next was that her head hurt, a lot more than just resting on metal would do. And, as she could conclude from the lighting, she was closed off in a prison of steel.
“Ow...how did I even get here?” Last thing she remembered was her and Scar in the sewers beneath Central, they fought chimeras, a bearded man...and then she woke up. In pain, in darkness, and a tickling feeling on her chest. She reached her right arm out to the source of the sensation, and was relieved to find it soft, furry, and a size she recognized. “Shao May, you're okay,” she cried, hugging her tiny panda.
“You brought her with you,” came a shout from outside, muffled through the barrier but still recognized by May. That kind of whiny shriek could only belong to the Fullmetal Alchemist that broke her heart.
Suddenly, anything unpleasant about May's own condition washed away, like a sandcastle in a tsunami, and her focus entirely shifted to anger at Edward. “Who said you had to come, you midget fake prince?!”
“Who are you calling a midget, you dwarf of an annoying girl?!”
“You're awake again,” another voice, much calmer than the others, spoke. But the source was weird, instead of coming from a direction, it seemed to be encompassing May from all angles. And it sounded familiar, too...
“Wait, are you that guy in the armor,” she possibly recognized.
“Well...kinda. Truth is...I am the armor. My name's Alphonse, I'm Edward's brother.” He scratched the back of his helmet in nervousness, which meant his armor shifted with the Xingese girl inside. That's when May really understood, the armor was hollow, and she was inside it. She couldn't fathom how that was possible, besides being haunted, and she panicked. Standing upright wherever she could, she climbed up the torso to the helmet for an escape route. Feeling her fleeing, Al reached up and held his head on. “No, please stay in there! It's not safe out here!”
Despite her strength, May couldn't escape the armor, and resigned herself to the imprisonment. There was very little sensory stimulation, so she had to pay attention for anything outside to entertain herself. That's when she could hear the sound of running water, probably a shower. Where was she? Certainly not beneath Central anymore.
Also pressing, possibly more so, was the feeling the sound of the shower's water crashing against the floor made May aware of. Depending on how long she had been unconscious for, it had been quite a number of hours since she last gone pee. And that bodily function's clock sounded its alarm, because she needed to go again. Not just “I should find a bathroom soon”, but as her nerves continued waking up, she began to realize it was more of a “Where's the closest bathroom, I need it now”.
Of course, she started considering what she could possibly do about this predicament, while pressing her right hand between her legs to hold herself, squeezing the crotch of her loose white pants and balling it in her fist. She was trapped, that much was unalterable truth, what could she possibly do with that severe handicap?
“Just don't think about it, May,” she whispered to herself. “You're only going to need it worse if you dwell on it longer. You're a proud member of the Chang clan, and you're 11, old enough to not wet yourself.” Despite the words of reassurance, she rocked side to side on her rear, ruffling her robe even more than the earlier combat already had. Shao May, concerned about the constant motion, retreated into her garment for security.
Lost in her struggle for bladder control, May completely forgot that there was a conversation happening outside. And the only reason she remembered was the sound of a door slamming open, a voice that sounded familiar from the fight beneath the city yelling something, and a scream from everyone in apparent horror.
Whoever intruded left quickly, leaving May a little more relaxed she wouldn't be caught, but still tense as to not have an accident. And the noise of the running shower was absolutely not helping, even the water being turned off didn't reduce her desperation. She was really starting to doubt herself, if she could hold long enough for Alphonse to let her free.
By no means a “dignified lady”, May had no qualms about relieving herself outside proper locations. She'd squatted behind shrubs, tinkled behind trees, and did her business in bottles, cups, and other containers. The sound of the shower that triggered her struggle had also given her an idea to get out of it; if there were showers, there was a chance there'd be a toilet as well. And if there wasn't...there were certainly drains that would do the trick.
It was at least worth a shot. With her right hand still squeezed between her thighs, May knocked on Al's side to ensure she got his attention. Immediately, before she could even get a word in, Al reprimanded her, rushing to hush his captive. “Please be quiet! Believe me, you don't want to be caught by these guys! I don't think you can take on a Homunculus...I'm sorry, I never asked for your name.”
Once it was very clear she wouldn't be let out, she flopped back into an awkward lying down position. “I'm May Chang from Xing, and I can take care of myself. I did better than you in that fight, actually! I was actually fighting those Homunculi while you were just standing there, clapping your hands!” Even in the face of peeing herself, May was feisty.
And she wasn't the only one, because Edward took the escalation and started yelling back. “At least I didn't get knocked out, you annoying little twerp!” If the two could see each other, they'd probably get into a fight, despite the circumstances. But there was a wall of metal between them that just so happened to be Alphonse, so the aggression stayed low.
Once he was sure there wouldn't be a brawl, Al continued talking to May. “Don't worry May, I promise we'll let you out once we're in the clear. To tell you the truth, we're captured too, and you'd probably get thrown in jail for illegal immigration if they found you.”
“Yeah, and I'm really not up to dealing with another Xingese alien in prison, because you're somehow not the first,” Ed grumbled. “So just stay there and shut up until we're out.”
“Don't mind him,” Al assured. “Brother's always grumpy. We'll try and hurry so you can leave as soon as you can.”
Peeing was now the last thing May wanted to do. She still needed it, incredibly so, but she had suddenly decided it was far safer in here. Not because of the threat of Homunculi, but to stay away from this brotherly relationship ready to turn violent any second. “This place sucks,” she muttered under her breath, repeating it like she needed it to keep her sanity, to the point she forgot why she wanted to escape only a minute before until she felt it move and leave the room. Which meant she missed her chance.
The motion of Al's armor, throwing the young girl around, bouncing her and causing her to hit the hard metal constantly, in what felt like the worst places of her body. Her crotch was protected, by both hands now and her legs crossed together so tight that blood flow past her wrists became limited, but it didn't do any good to her abdomen being hit. Every hit jolted her bladder hard, pushing her muscles to their limits as to not leak. She couldn't even do that, while she stayed on her back to not risk her bladder being hit, one good hit caused a few little spurts to fly into her panties.
That certainly caused a bit of a panic in May. If she couldn't contain all her urine, how long until she couldn't hold any of it? She physically couldn't hold herself any harder, her fingers digging in so hard it was just as painful as her bladder about to pop, so she started shifting her center of gravity, rocking herself. Not that it should do anything useful, biologically speaking, but she instinctively started it so the motion at least made her feel better. By a minuscule margin.
She had so little room to move, balancing the whole time on the thin strip between Al's legs, losing that stability was inevitability waiting in the wings. Her constant gyrations and tilting caused her to slide across the smooth material and her butt to fall into one of the leg holes. It wasn't quite wide enough for her whole body to slip down, her calves keeping her up along with the friction of her back against the steel, but she was in deep enough she couldn't free herself. She'd easily be able to in ordinary condition, but she could barely move now, stuck leaning back a little with opposing force pushing her neck forward. The only benefit was her posture, gravity was no longer forcing the weight of her stretched bladder on her urethra, which theoretically should have made things a little easier.
Of course, being an alchemist (alkahestry, to be more precise), May was a girl of logic and science, though not the studious example. And as such, she knew, theoretical means nothing against practical data, the recording of what actually happens. And what actually happened to her was another push, pee as desperate to force its way out of her as she was to keep it in, further wetting her underwear. Her hands were numb, so she couldn't feel if it was seeping through her pants, but from how much the pressure increased from the taste of relief, it had to be making her white clothes a little transparent by now.
“I...I can't...no more,” she strained, sounding like she was being choked. And it wasn't the only side effect to her surface-level health holding it for so long was having, she also felt cold and chills like a high fever. “H-how...so bad?” It wasn't anywhere close to this dire before she lost consciousness, little enough that adrenaline masked it completely. Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth biting a hair braid that had fallen in front of it to resist screaming in agony, everything below her chest hurt, tiny drops sneaking out by the second, soaking her bottoms.
And the worst part, she couldn't do anything about it. She was a fighter, but martial arts wouldn't help. She couldn't spare a hand to pull out kunai, not that alkahestry would help in the slightest, and Shao May, having since exited the folds of her robe, was standing above her heart and looking at her with a sense of sympathy, unable to assist in a meaningful way. May hated it, she was incredibly skilled in a clash, but she was still constrained by the body of an 11 year old girl with its advantages and drawbacks.
She had long stopped noticing anything outside the armor, it could have been the entire world for all it meant to her. She didn't realize Al, and by extension Ed, had arrived at a destination, that they had been talking with two older men of some importance, that the brothers were about to leave and that they were stopped for one final point. But following that was something sure to get May's attention, a sword piercing the armor's lower torso, just millimeters too high to stab her leg.
For a single moment, the only thing that mattered was how close she was to dying. Unable to move, if whoever wielded that blade had aimed elsewhere, her life would have ended. That brief flash of lost focus was all it took, her muscles relaxed and they weren't going to tighten again. Her bladder wasted no time in jumping from squirting to full-out peeing, a torrent of urine thick as her body could handle pouring out. She heard it splattering as it gushed down into Al's foot, echoing off every surface, it sounded like a ringing bullet to her.
More limber with nothing to hold, May pulled herself out of the gap, sliding back into her previous balance, but she had already lost. This was a full-on accident, wetting her pants, peeing herself, she should have been long past disgracing herself like that. Though she had moved her hands out of the flow's way, they were wet from the start of the burst, but she didn't care. She grabbed Shao May and cradled him in her forearms, holding him close to her chest in a tight hug. “Oh, Shao May...what did I do?”
May had once again forgotten about the implications her presence had outside Alphonse, but he was not watertight. Perched on the interior of Al's crotch, some of her leak was trickling through gaps in the metal, looking very awkward from an exterior perspective. Edward noticed, “Al, what the hell are y-...May, are you alright in there?”
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As soon as the Elrics noticed something was up, Al rushed her into the closest bathroom, a men's room so he wouldn't look out of line, not that it mattered to May when the room was empty besides the two of them. Opening his chest plate, he let her into a stall without looking, and now she could hear him running a sink to clean himself off.
May was somberly sitting on a toilet, far too late, her soggy clothes laying on the floor. She could see now, her white panties were absolutely drenched everywhere but the waistband, and everything from the legs to the rear of her matched-color pants was the same story, to the point they were so close to being clear. If she was still wearing them, she'd have nothing private to hide. Even the back of her robe was a little wet, she was wearing nothing but a shirt.
She was taking toilet paper off the roll by the handful to wipe down her legs, bunching some of it to soak up excess from her clothes. She couldn't dry them off entirely or even close to enough to be presentable, which is why some of the squares were going to dry her tears. Shao May was standing atop the paper dispenser, looking at his master with sincere sorrow. May couldn't even talk to him, she felt so crushed and defeated.
In that abyss of depression, someone knocked on the stall door, trying to be light but a body of steel making it too loud. “May...are you going to be alright,” Al asked.
“Go away! I'm a failure, peeing myself like a little kid! You shouldn't have to worry about me!”
Al hesitated, but he did reply. “I'm not mad, May. I'm not that hard to clean. And I did keep you trapped inside me, so it's kind of my fault.”
May was surprised, given this boy was Edward's brother, it was a shock he was calm and willing to help. “...what do I do? I completely lost it, I can't be seen wearing this!”
“If you want, you can hand me your clothes. I can take care of them.”
She wasn't sure, handing over embarrassing evidence to someone she barely knew, especially when it contained her underwear, but she had the ability to sense the auras of living things. She could feel the humanity of the suit of armor, with nothing but kindness strongly radiating. Satisfied, she pushed her shoe against the pile of clothes and slid them under the door, leaving a trail of urine along their path.
May got to work cleaning up that mess, while outside the small room, she heard Al clap his hands loudly, and the room was filled with a bright blue light. She had barely even gotten started wiping up the liquid before something was draped over the door, her dressings. After wiping her hands so they were somewhat dry, she tossed the saturated paper into the toilet, flushing the large pile away and somehow not clogging the pipes. Too short to reach the door's peak height, she jumped up and pulled the garments down. She couldn't believe it, they were definitely her clothes, but they were dry as the Eastern Desert, pristine. “H-how did you...”
“Basic alchemy. I placed them over the sink and separated the water from the fabric. I did the same thing to my cloth. I wouldn't call it 'clean', but it's enough to get you back wherever you belong to properly wash them.”
May had no idea what to say. She degraded herself down so far, but there was no reprimand, no punishment, no mocking or laughing. She couldn't say anything, she redressed herself, pushed the stall door open, and leapt onto the unsuspecting Al, embracing him in the widest and happiest hug she had given in a very long time. “Thank you so much, Alphonse!” Wavering for reasons May didn't understand, the little panda eventually joined in. “And Shao May forgives you for kidnapping him!”
“I didn't kidnap your cat,” he jokingly retorted, and the two of them laughed. He put May down, but as she stood on her own feet again, she started wobbling, Al grabbing her just before she fell. “Are you alright now?”
“Yeah, just forgot I took a hit to the head before. I haven't stood up in awhile.”
“We know a doctor, we can take you to him, in case you have a concussion.” He opened up the front of his torso and gently placed the young girl inside. “Just rest, I'll take care of you.” The door closed, and in the darkness, May drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face |
This is purely a work of fiction!!!
I remember reading some stories back in high school called "Diaries of Haley". I remember thinking I'd like to write something like them one day, only maybe a little bit more realistic. This is First Chapter and I hope to write more.
Ella hadn't always lived in America, She was born in Canada and immigrated to United States along with her mother when she was in her teens. Her father had passed away when she was 12. Her mother and her had struggled to get by until she was 14 when they moved to the United States with her family. She barely spoke English and had always spoke french. So, as you can imagine, the transition was quite rough. But here she was, 8 years later and finishing up college with a Major in English and Minor in Math. She wanted to be English teacher and planned on going to back to school to finish up her degrees in teaching. As smart as she was though, she always had a weak bladder and would put in her quite desperate situations. She was about 5'7, 120 lbs. Athletic body with black hair with red highlights.
It was brisk spring day. The weather was in 40's in the morning with temperatures rising into the 60's as the day progressed. Ella woke up early usually, around 7 A.M. Her morning routine consisted of Coffee, showering, make-up, then off to class or her Fiance's house. Ella had awoken a little bit later than usual, after all, it was a Saturday and she deserved a little sleep. She rolled over in bed, grabbed her phone and got up to start her day. Today was her first day as assistant manager of her colleges soccer team. After playing for the school for four years, she was offered this position to earn some extra cash while she finished up college. She also had a job at the local Starbucks as a barista. She only worked a few days a week due to school.
She walked to the kitchen to start some coffee while she browsed her facebook. She made 3 cups of coffee for herself. A little bit more than usual, but she figured she could spoil herself once. When the coffee was ready, she downed the mug she poured herself and headed to the shower. As she stripped down, she felt a slight urge to pee. She shrugged it off and got in the shower. When she got out of the shower, her phone was ringing. It was her coach asking if she could meet her before the 11 A.M. practice. She agreed and went to bedroom and got dressed. Since the weather was a little chilly, she figured a basic gym outfit would suite her. Black leggings, her white tennis shoes, A sports bra with a lime green tank top and a hoodie over it. She had finished her second cup of coffee at this point. She was starting to notice she had to pee again. She decided she would go before she left for the day. As Ella walked to the bathroom, her coached called again and asked if she wanted anything from McDonald's before practice. A large sweet tea, no ice and a sausage biscuit. She finished up in the bathroom and went to the kitchen and poured her last cup of coffee. She checked her phone 9:30 A.M. She had to be to the practice field in a hour to meet her coach before practice.
It was a goo 30 minute drive to the practice field. She was a little bit late due to traffic. Her coach was standing outside waiting for her. They talked outside for about 10 minutes before heading inside to go over her duties and showed her around the office. Ella had already known this space well during her four years as a player. But now she had access to the equipment room now. They continued to chat until the first player arrived at 10:45. At this point, Ella had already downed half of her sweet tea plus the cup of coffee. Everything was going great until she sat down. All the liquids must've settled and she was starting to have go pee. Ella was starting to worry. She hadn't realized how much she had drank until she thought back. Three cups of coffee plus a 32 ounce cup of sweet tea.
Practice began swiftly at 11. The first practice was usually one of the shorter ones. Ella was quite glad. She hated using public restrooms and wold often hold it much longer than she would have to just to avoid them. She hadn't had a public accident since was 15 and she wasn't about to have one now. Her urge was growing stronger by the minute. By 11:30, she standing with her legs crossed. 'Not much longer' she thought. Ella was starting to get desperate by 11:45. The practice was almost over. The coach gathered everyone around for a speech about her expectations for play and school. 'Blah blah blah, its always the same please hurry up and finish!' screamed Ella's mind. Finally, everyone was dismissed except for the staff. Which was Ella and the manager. She had to stay late and help the manager with some work. By noon, she was doing the pee dance. Her bladder was starting to ache but she was determined to hold it until she got back home. She was finally finished with everything by 12:30. She was starting to wonder if she could make it home.
Ella was walking to her car, her bladder begging her for relief but she pressed on. By now, the campus rest rooms were open and she could relieve herself. But she decided to keep going and get home as quickly as she could. As soon as she got into her car, she trust both hands to her crotch. She was starting to tremble from desperation. She was almost home now, if she could hold on just a little bit longer, she'd be home free. It was almost 1 now and she was starting to wonder how she made it this long, and how much longer she could take. Ella hadn't considered traffic though, there were 5 stop lights between her apartment complex. Then, once she got there, a stop sign, few speed bumps and then the dreadful climb to the 3rd floor. She was starting to leak a little, she could feel a drop escape every few minutes. Her muscles were clenched so tigh she wondered how anything got threw.
Ella finally pulled into her apartment complex. She was starting to panic now. She had never had that happen. She knew it was serious this time. With every speed bump she hit, she felt a drop escape. She could feel the dampness of her pants and was worried about having a uge wet spot. She opened her car door, one hand was permanently jammed in her crotch. She felt herself starting to want to cry from the pain. 'Why didn't I go back at campus...why why why. This is gonna be awful, I'm gonna piss myself in front of my neighbors...oh god why was I so stupid!!!!' screamed her mind. She walked as fast as she could but that wasn't very fast. Her thighs were jammed together, her knees knocking, she was sweating and had cold chills. She couldn't take it much longer. She had made to the stair case. Great, only 2 flights to go. She slowly climbed the first flight, she was starting to leak a little bit more with every step. Her abdomen ached. Her mind was screaming 'You Fool!' She finally made it to the 3rd floor. Now just down the hall a little bit to her apartment. She practically ran to her apartment. She was starting to lose the battle, she had a streak starting to run down her leg but she was still holding on strong. She dug threw her purse as she searched for her keys. Her legs looked like a pretzel at this point. She found the keys, opened the door and ran into the bathroom. But instead of sitting on the toilet, she pulled her pants down and threw herself up into the sink. Her muscles gave in as she hopped up onto the sink. She stream was so strong she felt it splashing back on her bare butt.
Ella finished peeing about two minutes later. Her body was aching worse than any workout she had ever done. Her muscles were trembling still. She finally hopped down off the sink, her pants still down around her thighs. Her butt was still damp from the back-splash. Her knees were incredibly weak still and she almost collapsed. She fell to one knee and the other ended up in the small puddle of pee. She sat there for a second as she regained her strength. Finally, she got up and walked to the kitchen o get the cleaning supplies. She stopped by her bedroom to inspect the damage. Barely bigger the a small plate and the streak running down her leg and into her shoe.She was proud of herself, that much liquid being held inside her and only that little bit escaped. There was no way she would do that again...
...Or so she thought |
Part One: Infiltration
(Corrin is named Robin, and is the same Robin I use in Awakening. Headcanon is it’s the same avatar for every FE game and also fuck if I’m running Corrin even remotely like he’s portrayed in game. Even Alm and Roy were better lords.)
Kagero moved through the streets of the village, silent and inconspicuous. She wore the same garb as the other ninjas of the village, her scarf covering most of her face. The only thing that stood out about her was her chest, which was hard to hide even in tight ninja garments. The ninja was on a mission for her liege, Lord Ryoma, the now king of Hoshido. The Samurai had just found his lost brother, the middle prince of Hoshido Robin. But just as everything in the family had been set right, dark power struck down Queen Mikoto. Ryoma had been forced to take up the mantle of king, just as Hoshidian and Nohr forces clashed in mass on the border. Both sides watched in horror as Robin stood between the arguing princes of both kingdoms, giving them an ultimatum: settle your differences or he was leaving. Kagero was fond of the returned prince, and for once felt a pang of sadness as both princes turned on Robin. Robin didn’t stay, cutting a swath through Hoshidan’s and Nohrian’s alike as he left the battlefield. Neither of the princes moved to stop him, too engrossed in their own combat.
Once combat ended for the day, Kagero was summoned to her lord’s tent. She hoped she would be tasked with pursuing Robin, a thought that irked her. She should desire to be here beside her lord, not off on another mission. Instead, she was sent to scout the ninja village of Mokusho. While the small ninja country was technically neutral, several Hoshidan spies returning through the city had vanished. So now Kagero was here, trying to figure out what happened to them.
Kagero had been on patrol for a while now, and was starting to feel her body complain about the lack of relief. As she turned to head towards the nearest restroom, however, she spotted a female ninja, dressed in the garb of a Mokushan ninja captain, leaping across the rooftops. She was surprisingly stealthy for it being only dusk, but no one else seemed to notice or care, and the captain seemed to be in a hurry. Kagero slipped behind the nearest building, gracefully scaling it and giving chase to the ninja captain, her needs forgotten.
She followed the captain for a solid ten minutes before the other ninja came to a stop, hopping down off the side of a building into an enclosed alleyway. Some kind of secret meeting spot? Crouching on the rooftop, Kagero waited. She tried to steel herself against her needs, but she quickly became desperate to relieve herself. She could feel a fart pressing to escape, and if it didn’t she knew something a lot more solid would. But she had to stay hidden! Grimacing, the ninja slowly let the fart out, doing her best to do so as stealthily as possible. If was accompanied by a trickle of warm mush, and she shifted uncomfortably as she shit herself a bit. At least the ninja hadn’t noticed.
Soon after, another ninja captain appeared, a male in similar concealing uniform. The female produced a piece of paper for him, and Kagero focused her attention, trying to read it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see from here. Drawing three shuriken in one hand and a dagger in the other, she leaped down from the roof. Three shuriken dug into the man’s neck, and she put the dagger to the female’s neck, covering her mouth with her other hand. The ninja captain cried out, her words muffled by Kagero’s hand, and a loud trickling could be heard, the ninja captain pissing herself as she watched her companion fall. Her bowels didn’t fair much better, responding to the cold steel against her neck with a forceful evacuation. Kagero could hear the wet sounds of the ninja violently filling her pants with liquid feces. Kagero looked around for the note, spotting it on the ground, but spotting something much worse. When she focused on the duo, she hadn’t noticed the ten ninjas accompanying the other captain. Quickly slitting the woman’s throat, she hopped backwards, drawing a second dagger. The ten enemies spread out, approaching carefully. The battle of ninjas was completely silent, then suddenly they struck, the clash of metal breaking the silence. A pair of shuriken lead, both nimbly dodged by Kagero before three of them engaged her, short swords flashing out. She skillfully parried one with a dagger, sidestepping the other two and bringing her dagger around, cutting a deep wound in the chest of the one she parried. He staggered back, and she drove forward, knocking him back further and finishing him with a dagger to the heart. She cursed as it got lodged in him, and she looked around as in horror as she attempted to wrench it free. The pause had given them time to surround her, and there were still nine of them, now able to surround her with her back no longer to the wall. She cursed her weakness as her full bladder convulsed in fear, and pee started to trickle down her legs, soaking her shorts and puddling on the ground beneath her. Slowly she lowered her other dagger, setting it on the ground and raising her hands in surrender. They advanced quickly, one producing a pair of manacles and roughly shoving her hands down in front of her, snapping the cuffs on. Unsure of what they were going to do, she wasn’t ready for one to drive his knee into her stomach. Crying out in pain, the sound was accompanied by a crackling sound as the blow to her stomach drove its contents into her pants, wave after wave of soft mess involuntarily releasing. She was hit again, and again, and soon she faded into unconsciousness, still shitting herself.
There will likely be a few more parts of this, if I can get around to writing them. Comments and criticism are welcome, my writing needs work. |
Part Two: Rescue
The first thing Kagero noticed was the food was bad. Well...not that bad, but it made her feel bad. Her stomach churned, and after her second meal, it was all she could do to not use her panties as a toilet. When requests for relief were ignored, she used the corner of the cell as a toilet, but was harshly beaten afterwards. She didn't get food for a day after that, but they started feeding her again. The Daim came in once, but she refused to speak to him, and eventually he gave up and left, promising torture upon his return in a few days.
The next day her stomach was acting up again, but nothing else of note happened until about midday. There were three guards posted in the dungeons, but another came rushing down, shouting, "We're under attack! Two fo you, with me!" The three rushed off, leaving only a single guard left behind. Kagero considered her options, suddenly feeling invigorated. There was an attack, though she knew not by whom. But regardless, it was a distraction, and she could use this time to escape. Not sure if this would work but hoping it would, Kagero lowered her shirt as best she could, making it so most of her breasts were visible. She called out to the last remaining guard, leaning forward in the most enticing way she could. "I've been stuck in here a while. Perhaps you could...join me while the others are gone." She gave him her best smile, quite forced, but all her smiles were.
It seemed her ploy worked, his attention drawn by her impressive cleavage, and she waited until he approached before reaching through the bars and grabbing him, slamming him against the cell with a brutal crack. She quickly broke his neck, pocketed his keys and his dagger, then let herself out of the cage. Pausing for a moment to hold her stomach and wish it would stop hurting, she left the room and took off down the corridoor.
Moving quietly through the complex, Kagero stopped and peaked around the corner. There were three guards, looking fairly alert, between her and the entrance to the inner section of the complex. She needed to get to the Daim's quarters and figure out what had happened to the Hoshidan spies. Considering the possible ways to sneak by, she felt pain shoot through her stomach. Leaning over and groaning, she clutched at her stomach, unable to stop the wet mess that began to enter her panties. It soiled her underwear and short and splashed down on the ground in a brown puddle leaving her legs stained. She cursed silently as the guards turned, hearing the sound of her wet accident. She drew the dagger and rose, steadying herself as her body pushed the last of the wet mess into her panties, and she engaged the three men. They came at her but she launched the dagger, expertly piercing one man with it, the ninjas completely taken by surprise at her throwing her only weapon. The other two advanced confidently, but Kagero concentrated. A moment later, a shadowy copy of the ninja dropped in behind the pair, and attacked one. They both turned in surprise, and the real Kagero jumped the other one. Soon enough they were both unconscious, and Kagero retrieved the now four daggers, her shadowy copy fading into existence.
The ninja carelly stripped off her clothes, staring down at her messy state in disgust. Her stomach wasn't even feeling any better either. She used one of the guards uniforms to clean herself off as best she could, the donned a fresh uniform from another one of them. None of the guards were female so she'd have to do without panties. It didn't bother her overmuch. If all went well people wouldn't notice her at all, much less the lack of panties beneath her shorts. Satsified she was as ready as possible, she slipped through the door into the inner complex.
The ninja made her way through the deserted halls of the inner complex with ease. First she located her gear, gathering her clothes and equipment. She kept the clothes in her magical bag for now, since her stomach was still upset. Strapping on her familiar daggers and hidden shuriken, she moved on to the daim's quarters. The door was locked but with her newly reaquired tools she picked it easily. Slipping inside, she found the room empty. Searching it, she quickly discovered a hidden safe, and made short work of the lock on it as well. Inside were a pile of papers, and a significant amount of gold. She stared at the gold, lost in thought. She had to report back to Lord Ryoma but...Robin could use the war funds. She could find out where he was, stop by and at least offer that much aid...right? Deciding to worry about it later, she stuffed the papers and the gold into her bag, then left the room, shutting the door behind her.
As Kagero entered the outer complex, she heard the sounds of fighting. She was about to head away from it, but a distinctive laugh caught her ear. Orochi! Turning towards the sound, Kagero rushed for her friend. She could hear a faint singing, and as she got closer she could fully make out Azura's voice. She turned a corner, and there was a fight in front of her. Robin was in the middle of a horde of ninja's, axe swinging left and right as a hail of shuriken and swords dug into his body. The berserker didn't seem to mind, and his axe lashed out again, cutting straight through a pair of ninjas. Azura stood a bit off to the side, the magic of her song empowering the berserker. Felicia stood beside her, healing staff in one hand and plate in the other, pouring healing magic into the berserker interspersed with defending Azura.
On the other side of the battlefield, Kotaru fought with a trio of soldiers. Orochi was on the ground, laughing as she slung spell after spell at the Daim. Reina was above on her mount, swooping in with her lance at opportune moments. Saizo, short swords in hand, dueled with Kotaru. She winced as the red haired ninja took missed a parry and the daim buried a short sword in his side. Saizo was saved by a distracting swipe from Reina, but he staggered back, falling. Orochi was no longer laughing.
Seeing Robin seemed to have the grunts in hand, Kagero headed for the boss. As she got there however, the clanking of a mechanist's mount could be heard, and the owner appeared from across the way, bow drawn. His arrow flew before she coudl do anything, and Reina's mount was struck from the air, mount and rider careening into a wall with a loud crash. Kagero sprinted for the mechanist, leaping on him in a pounce before he could draw the bow again. Her daggers tore into him again and again, and a moment later he was dead. She turned at Orochi's scream, regretting her choice to leave her best friend alone.
Orochi flung another spell at Kotaru, but he sidestepped it with ease, launching a shuriken that lodged into her arm. The mage cried out, clutching her bleeding arm. He launched two more, and she through herself back, falling on her bottom with a thump, the stars narrowly passing over her head. A loud hissing could be heard as her body reacted poorly to the attack's proximity, a wet puddle forming underneath her and soaking her robes. The daim drew his swords again and advanced on the prone Orochi. The mage whimpered, firing a weak spell, but it was easily turned aside. She cowered, her body betraying her fully with a loud pbbbllttt as she pushed a large, soft load into her panties in fear of the approaching ninja. It was a warma nd heavy but all she could think about was getting away from Kotaru.
Kagero leapt to the rescue, filled with rage at her friend being threatened. She launched a pair of daggers, forcing Kotaru's attention away, and then lunged. Both projectiles were deflected, and his swords met her daggers in an excellent parry. They traded blows a few more times, but she realized she was outmatched. She and Orochi would both die here...urine began to trickle down her legs, soaking her shorts in an instant with no underwear to absord it, and a large yellow puddle mingled with Orochi's as Kagero was forced back against the prone mage, slowly being outmatched. She attacked boldy, cutting into the daim's arm, but he retalited hard, the hilt of his shortsword slamming her in the face hard. She stumbled back, falling into Orochi's lap in a daze. He slammed his other sword into her head, and her vision went blurry, her daggers falling from her hands. She could feel blood covering her face, and could vaguely hear Orochi saying something, but was too dazed to comprehend. She looked fearfully up at the now twin swords above them, and felt her bowels follow the way of her bladder. She moved to protect Orochi with her body as best she could, even as once again wet mess exploded from her, this time without any underwear to stop it. Her shorts, her legs, and Orochi's lap were completely soiled as she fearfully expelled diarrhea all over them.
The daim raised his swords to slay the ninja but his blow was intercepted midstroke by Robin's back. Kagero could paritially make out his massive form, grimacing in pain, as the blades were blocked from her view. She was still fuzzy as Robin spun, tearing the swords from Kotaru's grasp and lashing out with Vengeance, the axe cleanly decapitating the surprised ninja. As the daim's head rolled across the ground, Kagero collapsed with relief, a slight smile again. "Orochi, Robin...I'm so glad to see you again. As the ninja started to fade further, she could feel Robin's arms lift her off Orochi, and his call for Felicia. Between being in Orochi's embrace and Robin's, Kagero couldn't help but feel she was where she belonged as she faded into unconsciousness. If only she hadn't just shit herself in front of them...
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Disney Omorashi
Mickey & Friends
The omorashi friendship
It is a hot summer day in Toontown, and what many Toons would do is to go out to a beach, a pool, or anything water-related.
Mickey, Donald and Goofy decided to go out to town for the day. Hot and sweaty as they walked in town deciding what to do.
“Gosh, it sure it hot out here. What do you two want to do?” Asked Goofy, wiping sweat off his forehead.
They stood thinking for the moment, then Donald decided “Let’s so sailing.”
“Sailing, that sounds great. It’ll give us lots of air and wind.” Said Mickey.
So they decided to go on a boat ride for some wind and fun. The best place out of town contains all kinds of boats. But with one problem, Pete is in charge of the place. But all the other places with boats are sold out for the day.
Mickey sighed and said, “Well, what other choice do we have?”
The trio went into a restaurant that serves deep-fried fish, seeing that it’s well stocked full of all kinds of food supplies.
“Good thing Monstro didn’t eat all the fish.” Said Goofy.
They took a seat at the booth near the window to get a nice view of the nearby ocean. They caught a far-view sight of an albatross carring Bernard and Bianca. Puzzling whether that’s Orville or Albert.
“Wow, looks beautiful from here.” Said Goofy, after he and the others ordered their food.
“Yeah, and I heard there’s a city that’s also beautiful.” Said Donald.
“You mean Zootopia?” Asked Mickey.
“Yeah, my nephews wanted to travel to see what Zootopia is like. They’re probably urgering Uncle Scrooge to go.”
“Oswald wanted to go there too. He was impressed to see it’s under protection from Judy Hopps. He often mentions her when talking about Zootopia.” Said Mickey.
“A-hyuck, with Robin Hood partnered with her.” Said Goofy.
“Actually that’s a different fox.” Said Mickey.
“I thought it was Honest John when I first heard of him.” Said Donald.
The food was tasty, but the trios were rather more thirsty than hungry. Mickey and Donald ordered some coke, while Goofy goes for a milkshake. They all also had 2 cups of water.
“Man, I don’t think I’ll stop being thirsty.” Said Mickey, drinking another cup of water.
“Me either.” Said Donald, drinking coke while looking over at another table with Fidget drinking “Rodent’s Delight”.
After they ate, they started to head towards the rental boat rides. Donald started getting hyper.
"O'boy, o'boy, o'boy!" Said Donald excitedly.
But the trio were stopped by Pete.
“Not so fast, $25 for boat ride” Said Pete
“What, but it says it’s discounted for only $18 this season.” Said Mickey
“Well the discount is expired.” Said Pete, as he grabs the discount sign and rips it in half.
“HEY, WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA?” Said Donald, throwing his usual temper tantrum.
“You can’t do that.” Said Mickey sternly.
“Oh can’t I? I’m in charge here.” Said Pete with an evil grin. “So it’s $25 or SCRAM”
“Ok ok, we’ll pay you.” Said Mickey rudely, giving Pete $25.
“$25 from each of you” Pete Clarified
"Aw, phooey!" Said Donald, taking out a 20 and a 5.
"Gawrsh! I didn’t think it would cost that much." Said Goofy.
So they each paid Pete $25 and he reluctantly let him use the rental speedboat.
They managed to start the engine, unhooked the anchor, and the boat rides away from shore. The trio starts to feel better as feel the wind.
"Oh, boy! This is Fun!" Said Mickey
Looking at some beautiful views of cities and towns from far distances, feeling the wind of the summer times, such a good feeling. They wave to the surfers nearby; Nani, Lilo, and Stitch. They’re wishing that Tinker Bell were here so that she could send out pixie dust to them and fly around on the boat. They can also see Flounder swimming around with Nemo.
“Boy I love the feel of this wind.” Said Donald, enjoying the feeling.
“Wonder what Pocahantas meant by painting colors of a wind.” Said Goofy, being silly and reminded of her song.
As soon as they stopped the boat, they decided to relax and enjoy the nice relaxing time on the boat.
“Aaaww, this is my favorite time yet.” Said Donald, walking to the side of the boat and dipped his feet in the water while lying down.
Mickey took his yellow shoes off and joined Donald in the relaxation, lying down next to him with his bare feet on water. Goofy continued sing, but sung something else.
“Hey Mick, how’s your brother Oswald?” Asked Donald
“He’s doing great, he got really excited to go to Disneyland to meet his admirers. I’m so happy for him” Said Mickey with a smile
“Maybe he should appear in one of my TV shows” Suggest Donald
‘Mmhm, that might be interesting.’ Mickey thought to himself as he looked up the sky, seeing a rainbow.
“Beautiful rainbow.” Said Donald, putting his hand on Mickey’s hand.
“Reminds me of the Pastoral Symphony.” Said Mickey, feeling Donald’s feet touching his own underwater.
10 minutes later, Mickey begins to feel a hit on his bladder, but decided to ignore it for now. Donald fidgeted a little as he felt his own bladder giving a sign.
Donald blushed some as he felt a small kick in his bladder too, but they were having so much fun.
20 more minutes later, they got up and Mickey dried his feet before putting his yellow shoes back on. He fidgeted a little has his bladder kicks him again; he begins to see he’ll need the bathroom. But he decided to wait until the fun is over for Goofy and Donald without disappointing them.
Another 10 minutes later Donald approached Mickey looking a bit worried.
“Do you think we should get back to shore?” Asked Donald, fidgeting.
Then they suddenly hear a yell from Pete “ALRIGHT, TIME’S UP! GET OUT OF THE BOAT!”
Mickey gave a giggle “I guess that answered your question.”
They turned to Goofy “Get ready to start the engine” Said Mickey
“Ok A-hyuck!” Said Goofy while turning the key.
But for some reason, the boat is not running. Goofy looked confused as he started to worry Donald and Mickey.
“Sonethin’ wrong here” Said Goofy
“Urgh, can you hurry up a bit.” Said Donald impatiently
“What’s wrong Donald?” Asked Mickey
“Nothing” Donald lied while shifting a bit.
Donald knew he couldn’t just go in the water, pissing in the ocean would anger Pete enough to kill them.
“WHAT is TAKING you so long? HURRY UP or I’LL GET YOU” Yelled Pete
“Oh boy I hope we can get this boat working again” Said Mickey, getting nervous by both Pete’s threats and his bladder.
“I don’t think I can get this to work” Said Goofy, trying to get the key in.
Mickey looked over to what Goofy was doing, it turns out he is trying to use the wrong key.
“Goofy, it’s this key!” Said Mickey, correcting him.
“Oh, Gawrsh!” Goofy giggled at his own mistakes. But he too started to feel a kick in his bladder.
And they finally started moving the boat, about time for that. But they’re still a bit far from shore.
Mickey noticed Donald shifting a lot “Donald, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just don’t want Pete to come after us.” Said Donald
It didn’t fool Mickey. “You’re shifting a lot.”
Donald blushed a bit and finally confessed “I need to pee”
Mickey was surprised a bit that Donald had to go as much as he does.
Mickey puts his hand on Donald’s shoulder “It’s ok to tell me that. And Golly, I have to pee too.”
Donald smiled a bit that Mickey is this friendly, but felt pain in his bladder.
He could hold it, he knew he could. Donald was squirming a bit but stopped getting himself in control too.
They also noticed that Goofy was fidgeting too, guess all three of them needed a bathroom.
It took them 7 mintues to finally get back on shore and tied the boat on the dock. They then noticed a bathroom close by, and were about to head to it, only to be stopped by Pete once again.
“Where are you going?” Asked Pete, regardless that he knows where.
“To the bathroom” Said Mickey
"That would cost you extras" Said Pete
“But we got no more money” Said Mickey
“Then get out of here and go pee somewhere else.” Said Pete
“QUACK!!, You can’t charge us just for the bathroom!” Said Donald
“Oh yeah?” Said Pete, holding a bottled water.
Donald really wanted to punch Pete for this, but he found himself holding his crotch in front of Pete.
“Looks like baby ducky is going to pee himself” Said Pete as he poor his bottle water into his glass cup.
“THAT’S IT” Yellow Donald and he threw his temper tantrum, but Mickey grabbed him knowing it’s not going to work out.
Suddenly Donald stopped struggling and felt a drop escape him, landing between his feet. Donald blushed as he grabbed his crotch from any more leaking.
“Come on Donald, let’s go find another bathroom” Said Mickey, rubbing Donald’s shoulder.
The trio walked away as Pete gave away his laugh as how Donald almost wet himself, hoping that Donald doesn’t make it to the bathroom.
The trio walked around town, but there’s so many people occupying bathrooms. And other places have the same problem, bathrooms for paying customers only.
Mickey begins to put one hand on his crotch, he’s getting as desperate as Donald. Goofy begins to hold his crotch too.
“Maybe we should head for the clubhouse.” Said Goofy
"The clubhouse is too far, I wont make it" Donald murmured shyly.
“Come on, let’s try this bathroom.” Said Mickey, spotting a bathroom that looks a bit deserted.
But as they got closer, they noticed it’s being guarded by Bonkers Bobcat.
“Oh, hello Mickey. Hello Donald, hello Goofy. How are you guys?” Asked Bonkers.
“Hey Bonkers, is this bathroom available?” Asked Mickey, hopping foot to foot.
“Um, actually it’s out of order. Most of the stalls were broken in there and…” Bonkers was cut off as he spotted Mr. Toad speeding his motorcar in Toontown.
“HEY, STOP! That’s dangerous you know.” Yelled Bonkers as he chased after Mr. Toad all over town, leaving the bathroom unattended.
“Come on, let’s go in.” Said Donald.
“Bu..But Bonkers said it’s out of order.” Said Mickey, doing a potty dance.
“I don’t care, I just need to pee.” Said Donald, keeping his hands on his abdomen.
As they are approaching a small hidden restroom, Mickey began to feel a drop of pee into his underwear. That made Mickey stop for the moment as he holds his crotch with both hands.
“Come on Mick, we’re almost there.” Said Goofy while getting desperate himself.
Donald stopped too for the moment, feeling a couple more leaks out of his crotch and onto his hands.
They’re all close to wetting themselves now, but they could still make it.
They walked shiftily into the small bathroom, but all the stalls were out of order. Only one stall was open.
So they all started to race to the stall, with hands on their dicks. Mickey and Donald felt a couple more leaks as it interrupted their concentration. Giving Goofy a chance to take the stall.
Donald and Mickey were so focused on not pissing themselves, but Donald can already feel a bit of pee touching his hands. Mickey’s red shorts are getting a bit wet now, with a drop hitting his shoe.
Since nobody else is around, Donald begins to hope that maybe he can pee in the corner and knowing that Mickey wouldn’t look. So Donald began to walk, but didn’t noticed there’s a wet floor on the way.
As Donald begins to step on wet floor, he began to slip.
Mickey noticed in time and ran to try to catch him, but he slipped too. And they landed on top of each other. Mickey on top of Donald. This resulted in pressure on both their bladders.
Then it finally happened, Donald’s bladder exploded. He groaned and Mickey froze in shock as the feeling of Donald’s warm piss below him touched his legs. Then his shorts absorbs Donald’s piss. Donald is wetting himself and Mickey.
"I-im sorry Mickey..." Said Donald
"Its okay Donald, I... I can’t hold much longer either." Said Mickey
Then Mickey’s bladder exploded too, he began to pee in his red shorts uncontrollably, and onto Donald Duck.
“Oh Gosh! Aaahh” Screamed Mickey
Donald can see urine coming out of Mickey’s shorts, running down his bare legs and landing on Donald himself while Mickey lays on top of him. And Donald is still peeing too.
“Oh my goodness” Said Mickey
They both don’t know what to do but to just lay on each other while peeing themselves and all over each other, they both blush so hard on what is happening. It’s a double golden-shower.
It took them a while to be in that position while peeing; finally after what seemed like over 2 minutes they both stopped peeing at the same time.
Some tears began to drop from Mickey’s eyes as he leans his head down next to Donald’s, feeling his cheek.
“I’m so sorry Donald, I didn’t mean to pee all over you” Said Mickey
"I... I’m sorry too, I just peed on you too.” Said Donald
Mickey couldn’t help but wrapped his arms around Donald, hugging him close. Donald hugs Mickey back, showing that they both forgive each other.
They felt each other’s comforts and warmth of their each others pee, somehow it feels so good they couldn’t let go of each other.
Mickey also begins to feel hard for some reason, but he also felt Donald’s Duck getting hard too. They both realized they were turned on by all of this, making them blush harder in embarrassment. But they still continued to hug each other.
Goofy was done at this point and once he came out of his stall, he noticed what happened to his two best friends. He felt bad for both Mickey and Donald as he watched them laying on each other in the ever-growing puddle of pee. It took half a minute for them both to notice Goofy watching them.
"Goofy, please don’t think of us as babies..." Mickey said, looking at his tall floppy eared friend.
Goofy walks to them and puts his hand on Mickey’s back, stroking his back in comfort. Goofy felt it was his fault.
“I would never think of you as babies, you’re my best friends. Both of you.” Said Goofy, as he feels guilty. “Gawrsh, I didn’t realize you two needed to go that bad. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“Well, accidents do happen to all of us. Right Donald?” Said Mickey
“Right” sniffed Donald.
“Let’s go home and get you guys cleaned up” Said Goofy
As Mickey and Donald finally let’s go of their hug, Goofy helped them up and they forgive him for taking the only stall. They also thanked him and walked home in silence. Making sure nobody sees them, Goofy promises to keep guard and make sure nobody approaches them.
Goofy got the idea that incase anybody in public sees them with their soaked crotches, he took off his shirt and tied it around Mickey’s waist to hide his urine-filled shorts. Donald doesn’t wear pants, so he has a better chance not to be busted.
Luckily they didn’t attract too much attention as many people in Toontown were distracted by the messes Toad and Bonkers made from the chase. They managed to make it back to Goofy’s home, since it’s the closest one to them. Plus Mickey wouldn’t want Pluto to notice, and same for Donald with any of his family. Since he’s rarely alone with such a family.
As soon as they got inside, they felt the chill now that their urine-filled clothes gets cold with a bit of Goofy’s air-conditioning on. The first thing they all have in mind is the shower. Too bad Goofy only has one bathroom with a tub. Goofy prepares the bathtub for them while Mickey and Donald waits and debates.
“Go ahead Donald, you go first.” Said Mickey
“Nah, you go first.” Said Donald
Then Mickey thought with a blush “How about we both take a shower, and bath.”
“Well I guess we could do that” Said Donald shyly.
Donald took off his shirt and hat as Mickey took off his urine-filled shorts and shoes.
They stared at each other naked. They’ve seen each other naked before and usually it doesn’t matter, but for some reason Donald and Mickey both blushed at each other.
“Ok guys, Bathtub is ready.” Said Goofy
“Ok” Said Donald and Mickey in usion.
They both went into the bathroom, and stepped into the tub full of nice warm water. Donald went in with Mickey as they both sat down in the tub full of water and bubbled.
Goofy picked up their urine-filled clothes to put into the laundry wash. Just before Goofy walked out, he just got an idea of how to make them feel better. We’ll know later on.
(Yaoi Intercourse warning)
Mickey and Donald were both silent for a slow minute while just sitting in the bathtub. Both were thinking about what happened back there at the small hidden bathroom with one stall.
Mickey finally spoke to Donald “Gosh, I haven’t peed my pants in a long time.”
“Me either. This is exasperating” Donald replied
“Reminds me of the time in Disneyland I noticed a girl that needed to pee, then she wet herself. I felt that I should make her feel better, so I gave her a free lollipop and a hug.”
“Aaww, that’s nice.” Said Donald “My family would make fun of me if they hear about this.”
“It’s best not to tell anybody.” Said Mickey, putting his hand on Donald’s shoulder.
Donald slowly begins to feel a bit better from earlier, happy to have Mickey around. Donald stretched his leg and lay it on top of Mickey’s leg.
“I’m sorry I got us into the mess, I should have watched where I was stepping” Said Donald, remembering that he peed on Mickey and himself.
“You don’t have to be sorry, I actually felt good when we’ve had that accident. For some reason.” Said Mickey, blushing. He positions himself closer to Donald.
“Me Too” Donald admitted.
“I’ll tell you what, we peed on each other. Let’s clean each other up.” Mickey Suggested.
“Ok.” Said Donald, turning around to show his back.
Mickey took a bottle of body wash and poured it in his hands. Rubbing his hands and began to massage Donald’s back. Then his shoulders.
It feels so good to Donald so far. As Mickey’s washes his back, Donald took some body wash. He turned to face Mickey to show he’s ready for his front and that he’ll wash Mickey at the same time.
So they starting washing and massaging each other on their chests and stomachs.
They decided to do each other’s legs next. Donald grabbed Mickey’s left leg as Mickey grabs Donald’s right leg. Donald started with Mickey’s bare foot, massaging it full of body wash.
It feels so good, but a bit ticklish at the same time. Just remembered that he’s doing the same for Donald, he started rubbing Donald’s bare foot.
Then Mickey started up to Donald’s right knee, then on his right thigh.
Donald rubbed Mickey’s toes and in between his toes.
They later switched legs and repeated their massages on feet, knees, and thighs.
It feels so good to them both, massaging each other’s bodies in the bathtub with body wash. Who would have thought it would come to this after they peed on each other?
When they were thinking about this, Mickey’s dick begins to erect. Donald noticed this and somehow, his dick erected too.
They both covered their hard-ons, wondering why these thoughts turned them on.
“Sorry Mickey, it just felt so good when we do this. I..” Said Donald
“It’s ok Donald, I feel the same way.” Said Mickey, uncovering his hard dick.
Mickey begins to stand up and helps Donald up to his feet. Mickey puts more body-wash on his hands.
“Just this once, ok?” Said Mickey.
Donald was a bit shy at first, then he said “OK”
Mickey begin to put his hands on Donald’s crotch, rubbing body-wash around Donald’s inner-thighs. Donald puts his hands on Mickey’s inner-thigh to clean what’s left of the urine. They then felt each other’s hands on their nuts. Donald massages Mickey’s balls, Mickey couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.
Mickey puts his hand on Donald’s hard-dick, and slowly rubs up and down to clean the urine off of Donald’s dick. Donald moaned and started to lose his balance a little bit.
Mickey stopped for the moment to unplugged the drain for all the warm water to go.
They begin to sit back down on the tub, facing very close to each other with their legs around each other. They begin to feel their dicks touching each other’s dick. Mickey puts more body-wash on his hands and then he proceeds to rub both his dick and Donald’s dick together.
Both Donald and Mickey moaned as they feel the pleasure of each other’s dicks in masturbation.
Donald couldn’t help but say “O'boy, o'boy, o'boy!”
The massage begins to go faster. Donald leaned his head on Mickey’s chest as feels the pleasure of Mickey’s hand and dick touching Donald’s dick. Mickey kissed Donald’s head.
They both begin to feel the climax coming, neither can believe that they’re doing this to each other. Donald holds Mickey with both his arms while Mickey holds him with him with one arm while the other is busy with the masturbation.
“Ah Mickey, Mickey. I’m going to cum” Moaned Donald
“So am I Donald, I…Oh GOLLY! Said Mickey
Then it finally happened, they both climaxed at the same time. Mickey felt Donald’s semen hit his cheek as Donald felt some of Mickey’s in his chest.
They both panted as they leaned towards each other, snuggling in such a hug. Donald and Mickey were never this close before.
As they continue to hug, they looked closely to each other’s eyes.
They both close their eyes and then they began to kiss. Mickey may have Minnie before, but never with Donald Duck.
“You’re the best friend I ever have Mickey, I love you.” Said Donald.
“I love you too Donald. You’re the most fun.” Said Mickey.
“And I love you guys too.” Said a sudden background voice of Goofy.
Mickey and Donald startled and freaked out a bit as they noticed Goofy’s eyes looking at them.
“GOOFY” Yelled Donald and Mickey in Usion.
“Oh A-hyuck! Sorry about that, just wanted to show you something.” Said Goofy.
They pulled the curtains to see Goofy standing there, smiling while looking at them. But before they reveal how disturbed they are at Goofy’s sudden eavesdrop, they noticed something else.
Goofy has a pad that wasn’t in the bathroom before, and he’s standing on it. What is he doing with it?
And Goofy is holding his crotch with both hands
“What’s so special about the pad?” Asked Mickey
“No not that, this is what I wanted to show you.” Said Goofy
Then Goofy closed his eyes as he uncovers his crotch. At first it looks like Goofy is just relaxing while standing there.
Then suddenly, Goofy’s crotch slowly got wet. The wet patch on his crotch grew and grew, then it trailed down both sides of his pant-legs. The urine poured down to Goofy’s shoes, forming a puddle beneath his feet.
Goofy is peeing his pants in front of Donald and Mickey.
Donald and Mickey watched in amazement, and with a bit of confusion. They have seen Goofy do a lot of weird stuff, but this one goof he did surprised them.
“I’m sorry I made you guys pee yourselves after I took the stall” Explained Goofy, then he continued “I felt guilty about it, but then I had the idea. I thought I pee myself too after I drank lots and lots of water while you guys were in here.”
“Aw Gosh Goofy, you didn’t have to do that. I forgive you anyway” Said Mickey
“Gawrsh, but I did. So now we all pee ourselves” Said Goofy.
Then Goofy began to take all of his clothes off, leaving himself naked.
This actually started to turn Mickey and Donald on again, getting erected.
As soon as Goofy threw his clothes aside, he went into the bathtub to join with Mickey and Donald. They didn’t mind that he does so.
“Now we can all clean each other up.” Said Goofy
Mickey and Donald realized they’re still covered in each other’s semen, minus will clean each other again. This time with Goofy, it would be their threesome. Goofy is surprised that Mickey and Donald would go this far as friendship goes.
“So you two really love each other uh?” Said Goofy
Mickey blushed when he looked from Donald to Goofy
“Well I do love him, as much as I love you. I love Minnie and Pluto, I love all of you guys.” Said Mickey.
Goofy smiled and pulled Donald and Mickey into a hug. One big naked group hug. They feel each other’s naked bodies as they also feel love from each other. They also kiss each other’s cheeks.
They hold hands as they snuggle with their erected dicks rubbing together. They moaned a bit, feeling the heat of their bodies together.
Then Donald made a different move, he got Goofy to lay on his back with his close to one end of the bathtub. The other end with his legs up.
“What are you doing Donald” Asked Mickey
“I’ve always wanted to do this with you, even if I have already done it with Daisy.” Said Donald
Donald then grabbed Mickey, forced turned him to face Goofy laying down while they’re both curious. Donald slowly pushed Mickey down to have him lay on top of Goofy, their dicks pressed together.
Donald positioned Goofy’s bare legs around Mickey’s shoulders close to his neck. Goofy’s ass is visible to Mickey, as Mickey’s ass faces Donald.
As Donald rubbed his dick with water, Mickey finally understood what Donald has in mind. But is a bit nervous.
“Donald? Are you sure about this? I’ve never had sex with a guy before.” Said Mickey
“Never have I, but I want to try this out.” Said Goofy
“Yeah, me too. Now that I know I love you guys, let’s be friends with benefits.” Said Donald
“Yeah, A-hyuck! Friends with benefits.” Said Goofy
Mickey thought for the moment, Minnie Mouse is still the one he loves above all else. But maybe just this time, he’ll see what it’s like to have some real fun with his friends. So he smiled and said “Friends with benefits.”
They are about ready to do this, they leaned closer to each other.
“Ready Goofy? Here we go.” Said Mickey
Mickey slowly begins to shove his dick in Goofy’s ass, they both moaned and screamed a bit.
Then Donald is about to put his dick in Mickey’s ass.
“Here I come Mickey” Said Donald
Then he did, he roughly pushed his dick into Mickey as Mickey pushed himself further in Goofy.
They’re all in, the trio are now having sex as a threesome.
Donald Quacked out loud as Mickey and Goofy screamed. They feel each other inside one another.
They pumped each other back and forth, feeling the pleasure of each other and their moans.
This is like mating with friends, they are now true relatives to each other. They’re family.
Goofy leaned forward to kiss Mickey in the mouth, then kiss Donald’s mouth after Donald leaned as far as he could with his dick inside of Mickey.
They started to go faster.
After some times, Donald begins to feel a climax coming again.
“Mickey, I’m going to cum in a minute” Said Donald
“Hold on Donald, I’m starting to feel it too.” Said Mickey
“Oh man, I’m getting there too.” Said Goofy
They knew this was going to happen, they’re all going to climax any second now. They feel their dicks ready.
“Aaah ah, I can’t hold it much logner. I’m going to CUM!” Donald Quacked
“Me either, I’m cumming.” Said Mickey
“OOOHHH GGAAWWRRGH” Yellow Goofy
Donald cummed, Mickey can feel Donald’s semen inside him. He also exploded into Goofy, and Goofy began to squirt his semen onto Mickey’s chest. They all climaxed at the same time. The trio cummed into each other.
After the last of a few squirts, they all breathed heavily as Donald took his dick out of Mickey’s ass. And Mickey took his out of Goofy.
They began to rest on each other, panting and sweaty. Mickey couldn’t believe he had sex with both Goofy and Donald at the same time.
Donald spoke first “Wow that was great. My wish came true.”
“Your wish” Asked Mickey
“Yeah, after I was told by Jiminy Cricket that when seeing a wishing star. I couldn’t help but think about you two guys.” Said Donald
“You actually wished for this to happen?” Said Mickey
Donald looked down a bit “I love you guys, as much as I love Daisy. I wished that I could feel some love from you guys.”
“Well I couldn’t remember the blue fairy visiting us” Said Goofy.
Mickey and Donald laughed at that remark, and Goofy smiled at his goof.
They hug each other again in a nice bare-naked hug. Feeling each other’s love.
“Come on, let’s get ourselves cleaned up.” Said Mickey.
They finally turned the shower on with warm water, washing away what’s left of the semen for all three of them. They started cleaning each other again, but they won’t be turned on after sex. So they just washed each other in every body-part for all three of them.
After they finished with the shower, they finally got out of the bathtub. They grabbed the towels and dried themselves. Goofy went out and brought some new underwear for himself, Mickey, and Donald. Goofy’s underwears were a bit loose for Mickey and a bit tight for Donald. But it’ll do for them both.
Goofy remembered he got Donald and Mickey’s clothes in the wash, which is ready to put in the dryer. But before he went out, the phone rang in the bedroom.
“A-hyuck! Hello?” Said Goofy after he picked up the phone
Mickey and Donald came into the bedroom with only their underwear’s on since the weather feels hot. Seeing Goofy turn to them while on the phone.
“It’s for you Mick.” Said Goofy
Goofy gave Mickey the phone, before Mickey answered the phone he heard Minnie’s voice going “Yoo-hoo!”
“Hello Minnie?”
“There you are Mickey, I’ve been calling you on your house phone! Then I called you on your sell, but you forgot to charge it up. I figured you were with Goofy and Donald, so I called here.” Said Minnie on the phone.
Mickey got nervous “Oh, sorry Minnie. I was outside with my friends before we went back to Goofy’s place.”
“Ah, what were you guys doing?” Asked Minnie
Mickey gulped a bit and said “Just ate some food and went out sailing on the speed the boat.”
Mickey wouldn’t tell her the rest of the story, imagine what Minnie would do if she knows.
“Well I wish I were with you guys, but I had different plans with Daisy Duck. We were out shopping and checking out some new clothes and other stuff. I’m calling to let you know I’m spending the night at Daisy’s house incase you call or stop by.” Said Minnie.
Mickey is surprised that Minnie isn’t being too nosy about his time with Donald and Goofy, thank goodness for that,
“Well hhaha, I hoped you girls have a good time” Said Mickey as he chuckled a bit.
“Thanks, we are actually. And you don’t have to worry about your dog Pluto. I stopped by your place to see you earlier, but when you were gone I thought I leave some food for Pluto to eat.” Said Minnie
“Gee Thanks Minnie.” Said Mickey.
“No problem, hopefully I’ll see you later. I love you.” Said Minnie with a sound of a kiss.
“I love you too Minnie, bye.” Said Mickey as he hangs up the phone.
Mickey sat on Goofy’s bed, feeling some pain inside him after an earlier event. He’s also feeling a bit tired.
Donald came to Mickey after he looked out the window.
“It’s getting dark, and I don’t feel like doing anything for now.” Said Donald, feeling tired too.
“Me either, Minnie said I don’t have to worry about Pluto. He’s satisfied with enough food and water.” Said Mickey.
“That’s good, but did you say anything to her” Asked Donald, looking worried.
“Just the part of the restaurant and the boat, that’s all. I think it’s best not to tell her about this” Mickey Suggested.
“Yeah, if Daisy finds out about this. She and my whole family would kill me.” Said Donald.
“Don’t worry, not a word to anyone. This is just between us three.” Said Mickey, putting his hand on Donald’s knee. Rubbing it.
Donald leaned his head on Mickey’s shoulder “I’m feeling tired.”
“Let’s just rest here.” Said Mickey.
Goofy came back.
“Well your clothes are in the dryer now.” Said Goofy
“Thanks Goofy, but we’re so tired. Can we rest here?” Said Mickey.
“Sure, you’re more than welcome to sleep here.” Said Goofy.
Goofy started yawning and climbed into bed with the other two, pulling their covers back before Mickey and Donald lie down. Then Goofy joined in, pulling the covers over his friends and himself.
Here the trio lies in bed, only in their underwear. They started to cuddle up. With Mickey in-between, he is snuggled with Donald on his right and Goofy on his left. Feeling each other’s warmth of comfort and love.
Mickey kissed Donald’s forward goodnight, as he did the same for Goofy.
Then they all dozed off into sleep, cuddling each other unconsciously. Dreaming about some Fantasia with Wonderland and everybody enjoying their time in Disneyland. That love and happiness spreads around people more than reality does.
Little did they know that while Minnie were over at Daisy’s place. They were making out in sexual situations in Daisy’s bathtub too.
Looks like the girls have the same secrets as the boys too: Friends with benefits.
Don’t worry, they’ll still love each other. Mickey and Minnie.
And they’ll love continue to love each other, even if they pee themselves or on each other. This is their omorashi friendship.
End of story, for now.
Feel free to make up your own version of this story, or any more omorashi of Mickey and/or his friends. There can be updates for this story too.
Be sure to keep up your imaginations.
Like Mickey Mouse said in Disneyland during Fantasmic:
“Nothing is more wonderful than the imagination, for in a moment, you can experience a beautiful fantasy or an exciting adventure. But beware, nothing is more powerful than the imagination, for it can also expand your greatest fears into an overwhelming nightmare.”
And here's a drawing based on this fanfic, when Goofy spotted Donald and Mickey wetting each other.
Drawn by Missymichelle759
Edited September 4, 2016 by irvinegamer
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This will mostly likely be a 1 shot --
Both students third years
After graduating from their second year together at the all-girl's academy, ano and nena decided that they had feelings for each other. However, they decided not to act on them in this moment. Ano is a blond-haired forgetful "nerd" who is now in the third year with Nena, the sleepy and shy one of the two. Ano was the more shy one, around the two, though. She just didn't know how to express her needs.
When the mid-terms of their 3rd year came around, Ano was feeling very nervous as she had forgotten her study materials, like usual. Nena, being the more responsible one of the two, promised to lend Ano materials in a study session in one of the rentable-rooms in the other building. Their academy was built like a castle, and had 3 different buildings. In one of them, there was rooms in which you could rent out for summer camp and stay overnight and such. Nena lived in a small apartment alone which at the moment has been undergoing some maintenance. In the meantime, she rented out one of the school's summer camp rooms.
Ano was on her way to the building when she noticed a slight twinge in her bladder. Ano was used to this feeling by now, since she had a small bladder and always had to borrow things, but she tried not to mind it and sneak out to go. Ano was now over the wide gym track which consisted of melancholic green grass that sent you into the air when you jumped on it. It was so tempting for her to go here, but it was after school now, and the track team was just on the other side of the school.
So instead of going, she went up to the large black building and met Nena inside. "Hey. My room's on floor 2, I'll show you there." Nena joyfully and peacefully says as she grabs her friend's small and soft hand. "O-okay.." Ano shyly says as she is dragged along by the usually drowsy girl.
As Nena led Ano up to their room, Ano felt another twinge on her bladder and let out a little moan. "A-ah!!" Ano quietly says as she holds her crotch. "Hm?" Nena notices Ano and Ano quickly takes her hand off her crotch and blushes. Nena smirks as they walk into the room.
They studied for about 2 hours before Ano came out and said "Uh, Nena, Where's the bathroom around here?" Nena then responded with "You should know that, it's your 3rd year here! If you have to go so bad then just go." Nena says laying her pencil down to take a sip of tea. "W-what do you mean?" Ano says with her fingers now inside of her undies. "I mean, it's right around the corner. Just walk there. You'll be fine." Nena says with a micheavious look. "A-ahh! I can't!" Ano shrimped to the ground as she lost the ability to move without wetting herself. "Aye, aye, what am I gonna do with you?" Nena says letting out a yawn. She then picks up the skinny blond and starts walking down the hallway.
This was until, she felt a warmth trickling down her. "Hey, are you peeing on me?" Nena quickly says, but then realizes that Ano is completely asleep. "Aah.." With the feeling of Ano just letting it out all over her, she realized her own need, and decided to have some fun with it.
After Ano finished going, there was a large light yellow urine puddle on the floor. Nena wakes her up, and she nibbles on Nena's cute school outfit as she opens her eyes. "Mmhm. W-whhaaahhh?" Ano realizes as she feels the wet spot on her crotch and skirt. "Don't worry about that now, but I have to go and I'm about to just burst right here!" Nena says as she crosses her legs together in distress. "Aah!!" Ano didn't wanna make the puddle larger, Ano stripped down Nena's panties and let the warm, strong, pee stream sink onto her tongue. "Mwwaaah-g-good girl.." Nena says in pleasure as she pets the girl's long, straight hair.
"Aaghh.. What are we gonna do about this mess?" Ano sighs as she pulls up Nena's panties, for which most of the pee had been collected in her mouth, but there was still a big mess on the floor. "Well, my uniform's already dirty-so.." Nena strips so that she's just wearing her cute black and pink bra and undies, and then mopped the floor with her uniform. Ano was wet too, so she decided to do the same. She had on a light blue-striped bra and panties.
They then walked back into their room and put their clothes in a pile. Ano wanted to show Nena a movie for the broadcasting club, so she inserted a disc into her computer. They laid back on Nena's futon and cuddled as they did have feelings for each other. Afterwards, Ano asked if she could stay over, and Nena agreed. They talked about school and their relationship, and decided to be girlfriends. Besides, can't have something happening to the two of them like this when they're going in different directions.
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Hope you guys enjoyed! I had some issues with describing some things since it's been a while since I've played this, and I haven't exactly studied up on all the environments. There isn't a route for Ano x nena in game, but I totally ship them! And this is omo, so a little pee play won't hurt anyone |
"How did I get into this situation," Haruyuki Arita lamented aloud. He was alone in his apartment's living room, his mom was out on business. Normally, he didn't mind that, he lived most of his life in isolation, at least emotionally, except this time was much worse. His mom was not very wary, so when she got a message that a family member needed a place to stay for the weekend, she had no reservations about giving out an instance key to their apartment and grant them full access.
That "family member", it turns out, was actually fifth-grader Yuniko Kozuki looking to find Haru's real identity. Because Niko was also the Red King, Scarlet Rain, and she wanted Silver Crow's assistance in a legion matter even if it meant blackmailing him. The Brain Burst game was very serious business, driving elementary schoolers to lie their way into someone's home. Haru figured her out quickly, but was willing to listen to her request in a meeting with his legion's other members the next day, his best friend Takumu Mayuzumi and Brain Burst guardian Kuroyukihime.
That's when things turned from bad to worse. Upon learning that Niko would be there throughout the night, Kuroyukihime suddenly declared she wouldn't be leaving either, of course without consulting Haru or asking his permission. And the girls did not get along, constantly bickering like schoolgirls...which they were, but it didn't excuse their behavior. Right now, the two were bathing, and their arguing hadn't stopped. Except this squabbling, about rinsing and rubbing each other...this one was strangely okay for Haru to listen to.
Just as he was considering entering for the chance to get some sort of a peek, the girls exited, sending Haru hiding behind a cabinet to not look suspicious. Once he was sure it was safe to emerge, he poked his head from behind the furniture. Niko had a set of red pajamas on because everything had to be color-coordinated with her. Was her red hair even the natural color? It'd be an unusual one if that was the case. Well, that hair was down completely in a more casual style compared to the twintails she possessed during the day.
It was Haru's senpai that got his attention. While Kuroyukihime usually wore dark shaded outfits that accentuated her pure black hair (were hair colors and duel avatar colors a coincidence?) and gave her an air of mystery, her pajamas were a light pink. Her shorts were a purple more average for her, but Haru didn't quite believe it despite seeing it, and he found himself inspecting further to make sure it was real. Evidently, she noticed, as she blushed and started stroking the ends of her long hair with both hands. "Please don't stare. It was the only color they had in my size."
Without hesitating even a second, Haru grinned and waved his hands in a nervous and hasty reassurance. "Don't say that, it looks really good on you, Senpai!"
Hime, as one of her friends nicknamed her, blushed at the compliment. She played off a disconnected, above most things attitude, but Haru's opinion mattered to her. It was a cute moment, promptly ruined by Niko (who had already obtained a popsicle) leaning into the conversation. "Incredible, Black Lotus." The two girls were long-time Burst Linkers, it was only expected they'd refer to each other by their online names. "Your intents are just as flat as your..." Whatever she was insinuating, it was interrupted by the Black King promptly punching her in the stomach. Haru dropped his hands into both of his palms. A few hours with this pair was already on the verge of driving him insane, how could he put up with an entire night?
Dinner ended up being no better. Not in terms of the meal, Niko was a good cook, as she proved the day before with some delicious cookies while pretending to be cute, but the tension at the table was thick. While Haru was happily eating, Hime was only picking at her plate, and Niko was absolutely loving that. "What's wrong, Black Lotus? Does it bother you that big brother is enjoying my meals?" She used that familial term for Haru when she was pretending to be an innocent little cousin and dropped it when he discovered her true identity, but if it would get under Kuroyukihime's skin, she'd flaunt it as much as possible.
And it worked. That had to be embarrassing, one of the most popular students at the high school was being riled up by a fifth-grader. She tried her best, as the older role model, to not let it get to her. "Why should it bother me? I don't do much cooking anyway."
Little did she know or suspect, she was playing straight into Niko's hands. "You should really learn to, then. After all, you'll have to provide for Haru..." She leaned over the table to place herself closer to Hime. "...when you're his wife."
In nearly perfect unison, both Haru and Kuroyukihime choked on what was in their mouth at the time, recovered, and almost fell backwards out of their chairs with faces as red as Scarlet Rain. Even with Hime's attraction to Haru well known to both of them by now, it was still a shock to hear it put so bluntly. "What are you trying to insinuate, Scarlet Rain," Black Lotus demanded, very close to shouting.
"Come on, you really need me to spell it out?" Niko leaned back like this was the most relaxing situation, sipping her juice in a condescending way. "It's ridiculously easy to see how badly you want to bring this kid into your bed! Hey, your fantasies are none of my business, but I wouldn't go for it. But maybe you know something I don't, maybe he's got one hell of a..."
Hime was furious and shaking the whole diatribe, but by the end, she was almost jumping over the table to choke this kid. "Where do you get off spouting this crap, you bratty little half-pint?!"
Under actual threat, Niko was ready to fight back. "You wanna go, you high school failure of a king?! Fine then, let big brother decide! Which one of us do you prefer?"
Haru was not expecting to be pulled into this. Despite being one of the most famous duelists in the Accelerated World, he'd much rather stay a pacifist in the real one. "W-well, Senpai's done so much for me, I can never repay her for that."
Hime gave a smirk smile and crossed her arms in victory, but Niko hadn't surrendered yet. "Are you sure about that, big brother? Have you touched her breasts yet?"
"You got angry at me when I touched yours," Haru defended.
Hime wasn't taking Niko's questioning at face value until Haru defended himself. "Haruyuki...what did you do?" Each syllable was stretched out and emphasized, it actually sounded like she might kill him.
"N-nothing happened! She was pretending to be my cousin, I was in the bath, and she came in to join me, but I still don't get what she would have accomplished with that! I told her she wasn't fooling me, she stopped being cute and stormed out, she slipped towards the bathtub, and I caught her! I didn't control where my hands ended up!" Even telling the complete truth and providing a logical explanation, he was still scared he'd become a murder victim by the end of the night.
Somehow, by the greatest miracle, that got Hime off his case, but back to a shouting match with Niko. "Why did the Red King have to come find me," Haru lamented as he slunk down in his seat. She just had to appear in his home and his life, like a pick cracking a sheet of ice. And because of that instance key, she could infiltrate every room in the apartment, even his own bedroom was no longer a safe haven. She had complete control.
"Wait a minute...that's not how instance keys work." The key was more of a crude password substitute rather than a master key, it took a snapshot of all the passwords to the area it's granting access to when it was given, instead of bypassing the security to begin with. That way, if it was given erroneously, the passwords leading to sensitive subjects could be changed before whoever received the key could reach them. It was a safeguard put in place to cover guests in a corporation building, but it had personal uses as well.
Too occupied with getting the better of each other, the girls didn't notice Haru swiping his hands around and flicking his fingers, opening the privacy settings for the apartment. "Let's just add a password to the restroom," he whispered, setting the key and confirming the change. It didn't have a password before now, so Niko's instance key wouldn't open it, and it didn't grant her admin privileges to unlock it. Now, unless he gave the password or removed it, neither of the girls would be able to use the toilet. "Maybe you'll be more willing to cooperate with that on the line." |
Burst Linkers were used to having strange dreams. They relived traumatic scars to create their duel avatar, and embodying those wounds in battle produced plenty of mental stress to create more nightmares. But Niko had no emotional attachment to her current dream. Water. She was standing knee deep in an high tide ocean, waves pulling her body deeper and rising to her chest, rain starting to fall on her face. She had no reason to be thinking of water, but sometimes dreams couldn't be explained.
Slowly, she started to fade out of the dreamscape, her eyes opening to the ceiling of Haru's dark living room. Feeling too warm, she slid her arms up to throw her blanket off, but as her hands crossed her stomach, the touch brought a feeling to her thoughts. Now the subject of her dream suddenly made sense. Rolling onto her side, she almost got a mouthful of Kuroyukihime's hair blending too well with the night. This was an unusual sleeping arrangement, after their heated argument about attraction to Haru, neither of them wanted to share one of the two couches with him, so they doubled up on the other. Why he took a couch instead of using his bed, neither knew.
Niko started shoving Hime, with almost enough force to push her off the couch. "Lotus, wake up. Get up."
It took almost a dozen pushes before Hime tossed over to face Niko. "What," she slurred out, groggy from exhaustion. Clearly, she wasn't a morning person. At least, the 3 in the morning kind.
"I gotta piss. Come with me to the bathroom." Niko wasn't scared of the dark, and she knew where it was better than Hime, but there's truth to the observation that women always go to the bathroom in pairs. Also, she'd wake the high schooler anyway climbing over her.
"...fine." With all the energy of someone woken up far earlier than God intended, she crawled onto the floor, very nearly on all fours, but she did get on her feet, a more alert Niko standing up after while Hime rubbed her eyes to clear her vision. "Do you need me to hold your hand too?"
"Don't be an ass," Niko replied very bluntly. Feeling the walls while their eyes still adjusted to the darkness, the two slowly made it to the bathroom door. The younger reached for the knob, pulling it downwards to undo the latch, only to find it not budging. As she realized the non-progress, her neurolinker popped an error message up. "Password required, please enter password? There's no password on the bathroom," Niko complained.
"A glitch, maybe," Hime offered. Whatever the easiest answer was, she'd say that was it until she'd had the proper amount of sleep.
"No, I think Crow did something! I'm gonna wake him up and give him what he deserves!" Even in the middle of the night when the majority of the country was sleeping, Niko was ready to fight, stomping off to find Haru.
Hime grabbed her shoulder. "Please don't. Can we please just go back to sleep? Hold it in for another 5 hours or something."
Niko struggled for a while, but when it was clear the Red King had nothing on Black Lotus in real strength, she gave up. "Fine, I can wait." Ordinarily, a request for "hold it for 5 more hours" would be akin to ordering torture, but if she was going to be asleep the whole time, that seemed easy enough to manage.
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Well, Niko was wrong. She woke up in a cold sweat at around 7 AM, while her roommates for the night were still sleeping, legs unintentionally crossed hard. "Shit! I'm gonna piss myself!" Without feeling the gradual climb up desperation, it was a miracle she didn't wet the couch already.
She wasn't waiting a second longer, leaping over her couchmate and knocking her to the hard floor with a crash of a yelping girl's body, and yanking Haru up. "What the hell did you do to the bathroom, you fucking dick?!"
Immediately awake like an animal on the watch for predators, Haru screamed as Niko grabbed his collar and shook him violently. "Unlock the door, now," she loudly demanded.
"Senpai, help me!" He pleaded to his senior, recovering from her fall behind Niko's shoulder.
"...just tell her, Haruyuki." He couldn't confirm anything while being thrown about, but he thought he saw Hime rub her thighs together slightly.
Now that it was clear he wasn't going to get any help, Haru took a deep breath and puffed his chest out. "Not until I hear some apologies."
"Apologies?! For what?!"
"For sneaking into my apartment, going into my room, all the ways you were a jerk to Senpai yesterday. For starters."
Surprised, Niko let go of Haru and backed off. "What are you talking about?! I shared a couch with that stuck-up bitch for a whole night, you don't think I've suffered enough?!"
"Isn't that a nice way to thank me for putting up with your constant tossing around and hogging the blanket," Hime shouted back. "Fine then, just give me the password, Haruyuki. I can promise I won't give it to this ungrateful whiner." The stare she gave Niko was as deadly as Black Lotus' lances.
Haru shook his head. "I'm sorry, Senpai, but you haven't been acting any more mature. I'll unlock the bathroom when I get an apology from both of you."
"Fine then," Niko grumbled. She stood straight with her legs pressed together, but shaking, and faced Hime. "I'm sorry, Lotus. I won't do it again." The hostility was seething, an aura thick enough to choke on.
"That wouldn't fool a kindergartner," Haru and Hime complained at the same time.
"What do you expect?! I'm on the verge of pissing myself!" She grabbed the crotch of her pajama pants and bounced on her heels.
"Fine then," Haru sighed, resigning himself to the failure. "I'm going to put on some clothes, and then I'm going out to buy some things for breakfast. If you think you can muster a sincere sorry, send me a video message." He exited the living room for his bedroom, closing the door with a new password now that he knew it wasn't private.
As soon as he was out of sight, Niko started bending down further and bouncing more frequently. Before, it looked like her dancing was feigning pain, but she had clearly been holding back. "When the hell did that runt grow a spine?"
"Of all the times for him to take my lessons and stand up for himself, why did it have to be now?" Hime flopped back into sitting on the couch.
Niko dropped next to her, her right thigh pressed over her left. "Don't be a whiner, what's it matter to you if you can't get into the bathroom?"
"Because it isn't all about you. You're not the only one who has to pee, I'm just better at hiding it. I do have a certain image to keep at the school."
That statement seemed to genuinely shock Niko, with the way she reeled away from Hime. "...you have realized who you hang out with, right?"
Honestly, she couldn't deny that making herself visibly friendly with Haru had a negative impact on her reputation, but she wouldn't dare insult him now. "It doesn't matter what effect Haruyuki has on my status, I'm not leaving him behind."
Niko rolled her eyes at the statement of affection. "Yeah, and look where your lovey-dovey protectiveness got us. Two Kings of Pure Color, reduced to needing to pee because we got punished."
"By my student, no less. Guess he's teaching us the lesson this time." She laughed a little bit, but stopped awkwardly to gingerly rub the front of her shorts.
It was inevitable the two would find some common ground. Spending enough of your life to become a level 9 Burst Linker did tend to produce similar personality traits. Hime had a bias against Niko for inserting herself into Haru's life, while the Red King resented Black Lotus for previous cowardice. Now, the two were thinking the same thing: "I guess I can see why Haru is okay with her."
"Hey, I think I'd be a good enough actor now to fake regret," Niko claimed, looking a little bit more comfortable but still struggling. "Give Crow a call."
Hime, guessing the young girl may have been lying, smirked and flipped through the menus of her neurolinker to find the phone icon. She tapped the icon, and a message appeared in her vision. "You must be connected to the Global Net to make a call." The smile remained on her face as she read the words over and over. She knew the individual meanings, but there was a block on her understanding the whole.
It did break through, though. The grin bent into a grimace of horror, eyes staring in the distance like you'd see on someone with their mind lost to trauma. Of course, she couldn't place a call over the internet without being connected to it, if Haru wasn't in range of the home network any more. But she remained disconnected from the Global Net to avoid constantly being interrupted by Accelerated World duels.
Time spent in the Accelerated World didn't translate to real world time, it was a thousand times faster, but her mental processes perceived time passing at a constant speed. Needing to pee was mostly about thought, if it felt like minutes were passing, her desire for relief would increase accordingly. The nerves of her duel avatar and real body were also connected, if her bladder was uncomfortable, it would affect her fighting skills as well. She couldn't risk being pulled into a battle. "Rain...please tell me you connect to the Global Net."
"No. I don't want to have to fight my way through every day," she plainly stated like it should have been obvious. She didn't even realize she rhymed. "And I'm begging you, don't remind me of rain or anything water. I don't know how long I've got." She stared blankly at Hime, copying her earlier emptiness, until it occurred why she would have been questioned on that. "We can't call Crow, can we?"
"Nope. So we should...wait for him to get back."
"Fuck!" Niko bit her bottom lip, rubbing her legs together violently with her hands pressing hard on her pajamas.
"He probably won't be long, just do your best to hold it. You're the Red King, you're strong enough," Hime encouraged.
"That's not what I swore about." She looked down, bright red blush breaking out on her cheeks. She was going to say something embarrassing, that was easy to guess, but her rapid lower body movements distracted from the confiding. "I...just leaked a little."
"Oh no..." It was different for everyone, but if she lost a little urine already, the rest wouldn't wait for long. "How long do you think you have?"
"There's piss in my panties, I think the answer is clearly 'not long enough'." No one who had seen her the night before would have guessed, but now her patience was running out. Loud and obnoxious was more her default, it was the tranquil annoyance that marked her final hold.
Hime whimpered at the thought of Niko on the verge on an accident. She had to pee, too, closing in on being as bad of a need. The thought of the elementary schooler losing some control in her underwear was pushing her high school senior to follow similarly, a couple spurts dribbling into her black panties. Her breathing picked up pace in response and she jumped off the couch in a wild panic. "I think I'm out of time too, actually," she strained. "What do we do?!"
"You're supposed to be the one who's got everything together," Niko retorted. "Popular in school, making fighters out of losers, Black Lotus is a legendary name in the Accelerated World! But fill up your bladder and you act like a helpless kid!"
Hime thought she may have heard some jealousy in there, but instead of provoking by bringing it up, she angrily demanded a different answer. "And what do you think we're supposed to do?! The bathroom's locked and we can't contact Haruyuki!"
"You prude," Niko criticized, leaping up to match level with Kuroyukihime, though not really because she was much shorter. "It's an emergency now, we have the right to use whatever we can!"
"Use what, exactly?"
"Anything that can hold water! Cups, bowls, the sink, all that stuff. We still have access to the kitchen, after all."
Hime stepped back in shock. "T-that's disgusting!" But her body was trembling under its own pressure, Niko had a point about making do with what was around.
"Listen, you take what you can get, alright? Sometimes you're out walking to get a new game, there isn't a toilet and you have to improvise in an alley!"
That was a very specific scenario, and that made Hime wary. "You've done this before?"
"Yes, and that's not the point! I promise, it's not that hard!" Her yelling was getting more frantic, along with her shuffling. At best, they probably had a few minutes left.
"...fine, but I really don't want to, and you have to follow my rules. We never speak of this again, and you give me privacy!"
"You think I want to piss in front of you?! Those go without saying! Now hurry the fuck up and pick something you can work with, before I completely wet myself! My panties are soaked already!"
Pressure was not helping Hime make a decision, from Niko or herself. This wasn't an easy compromise to make, there were so few objects close enough to be visible that she could realistically use in place of a toilet. And the kitchen wasn't a separate room from them, privacy not guaranteed was a concern. So she'd need to use another room, again one very close by. "I-I guess I can take a glass into that...room..." She couldn't point, but she poked her head in the direction she was referring to, and she realized what she was saying by the end of the sentence. The bathroom was locked, but right next to them was the room containing the bath.
The two looked at each other once the epiphany happened. They stared into each other's eyes, processing the information they had been given. Silence followed, until the gravity of what that room being available meant. A bath was just too perfect a toilet substitute, both of them would kill for it. Without much speed, given their present statuses, they bolted for the door simultaneously, racing as quickly as their pained bodies would take them.
So close, Hime made the final leap to get in, about to cross the doorframe...before stopping just barely short as the door swung shut into her path. Somehow, given her more obvious stiffness and shorter stature, Niko made it first. And while she realized that, the click of the door locking emanated from the knob.
This was close to the final straw for Hime. The thought of being so close to release but still inaccessible was torturous, as she grabbed and clawed at her shorts, feeling them grow damper in her palms, jogging in place as a last resort. With an elbow she could spare, she banged on the door. "Rain! Let me in!"
"Not a chance, Lotus! I needed to go worse than you!"
"Please, I'm not far behind now! I don't care if you see me, I just need it!"
"And you think I don't care either?! You wait until I'm done!" Inside, Niko was dancing with just as much ferocity, holding it long enough for the conversation to end. But she was simultaneously in the process of undressing, pulling her hands off her pajama shorts and gripping their hem. A small spot on the crotch had been dyed a deeper shade of red by urine, also providing a shine. But it had nothing on her underwear, as she soon saw when she yanked the shorts down; everything below the waistband was soaked a dark shade of yellow. She was thankful they were a more absorbent material like wool, or she'd be drenched by now before actually releasing hold.
Hurriedly, she pushed her underwear down as well, gravity dropping them to her ankles with her shorts. That motion sent the signal to her bladder that she was ready to empty, as a few spurts forced their way out, streaming down her legs in tiny rivulets. She started sweating, she couldn't lose it this close to her goal. She had already placed herself on the wall of the bath, miraculously right next to the door, all she needed now was to sit. She landed with the tub's barrier right below her knees to ensure everything vital was hanging over the tile canyon, and leaned forward for balance. With a sigh, she let loose, as the sound of pee crashing against solid matter echoed through the room.
"Oh, thank you," Niko moaned out, her head hanging back, eyes half-lidded and mouth agape. "I cut that one way too close..." The ringing of a waterfall was so relaxing now, so long as it wasn't in a puddle beneath her feet, it was fine by her. There wasn't a slope to the tub's floor, so her leak was just forming a little pond, she'd need to run the water to drain it out, but she didn't care. She didn't wet herself, she'd take whatever catch came with this location. A near-bursting hold ended with only a minor soaking, it would have been hard for it to have ended better for the Red King.
Right outside, Hime was not experiencing the same. The sounds of Scarlet Rain's torrential downpour was not limited to the room she was in, it echoed past the walls, and Black Lotus was facing the brunt of the assault. And it wasn't just the liquid noises, it was Niko moaning constantly getting on Hime's nerves. "Will you shut up?! Get out of there!"
"Not happening. There's no way I can stop now. Sorry," she giggled with a sense of superiority. She made it, and Hime wouldn't.
Niko's sounds were too much. "I...I have to do something..." She couldn't take it anymore, unless she made a move, there'd be a giant mess to clean. But even the idea of moving was like waging a war. "If I can just...get to the kitchen, I can use a cup or...anything at all!" That's all she had to do, walk a few meters and she'd have some kind of container. It wouldn't be glamorous, but it had the chance of working, and that's all it took to convince her.
Easier said than done, however. At the moment, Hime was constantly leaking a new batch of drops into her underwear, and hers were a material that soaked through easily, down her legs. She was on a harsh timer, but she couldn't just give in. She took one awkward and trembling step, without realizing it didn't matter. No matter which road she followed, it would end in failure. Not for lack of trying, but she had reached her absolute limit. She just couldn't hold it anymore.
It started as a light pattering, raindrops on a rooftop. That serenity didn't last long before it evolved into tinkling as the streams ran down her legs and between her fingers into a growing pool on the floor. It felt...relaxing and warm, which loosened her muscles enough to empty everything she could hold as fast as possible. That's when the sound became a hiss, a deafening, roaring cascade of urine forcing downward. Kuroyukihime let go, there was no point to the grabbing anymore. She wet herself.
It was a horrifying sensation, to be sure. She was a high schooler, a Burst Linker, a fallen king, and drinking a little too much water made her lose. Her body went limp, just enough tension to keep her standing, as tears ran from her eyes and stuck to her cheeks. She was sniffling and swallowing hard, she couldn't cry. She had already degraded herself, below a point that anyone would look down on her, she couldn't fall further.
But, and she didn't want to believe it herself, it felt a little good. Her bladder, it felt, almost exploded, that was causing immense pain and suffering. And everything that caused it, every milliliter of torment, was flooding out of her and leaving in its place a void of emptiness. Marvelous, incredible, sweet emptiness. It wasn't enough to shake her out of depression, it would have felt actually relieving if her clothes didn't have to become a victim, but it made the shame easier to bear.
When Hime was only about half empty, the front door clicked, and she froze in her tracks. She was paralyzed, her pee the only part of her not frozen, in utter fear. Whatever came through that door, it would be hell. The entrance pushed open, a centimeter a second to her terrified eyes, and in walked...Haruyuki. Worst case scenario. And he was followed by Takumu, which somehow made it worse. They didn't miss their Senpai, their master, standing outside the bath door with a gallon of pee drenching her shorts, legs, and the floor. They couldn't miss that.
Every conceivable excuse, apology, outburst of anger, sadness, all of it ran through Hime's mind. Crashing together, she couldn't pick anything to say, her mouth trembling as she stared at them and they stared back. It was a silence that could only be replicated by witnessing a death. But she had to choke out something. "I-I-I...I'm sorry, Haruyuki."
A door opened behind her, that accursed sound again. "Phew! Sorry about the wait, Lotus, it's all yours now. But don't take too long, I need a bath. Didn't make it out of that completely unscathed, you...know?" At the same time, Niko noticed both Hime's accident, and the company they had received while she was unavailable. "...shit."
Taku grabbed Haru's shoulder and began pushing him out the apartment. "Sorry for the intrusion, Haru invited me over to be a mediator. We'll just...wait outside for a few minutes until you're presentable. Right, Haru?"
"Yeah," he responded, but a little more hesitating. Whether he didn't believe the sight or didn't want to leave it, would be taken to the grave. The front door almost slammed behind them, leaving the girls alone again.
"We're...both going to need that bath," Niko "helpfully" observed.
"Yes...but can I go first? We need to go to school. Speaking of, could you please get my uniform? I don't want to track anything around."
Niko dismissed her with a vertical flop of the wrist. "Yeah, sure. But I don't mind sharing the bath with you again." She realized what she sounded like she was implying as soon as the word left her mouth. "Not like that! I...respect you. As a Burst Linker." She looked away, crossed her arms, and puffed up her cheeks in pouting. "And as a person, I guess." She looked at Hime's "handiwork", sympathizing with the failure but a little impressed with how much a high schooler could manage. "That'll need to be cleaned up."
"Oh! Right, I'll do that if you can get the water running! It's my fault, after all."
Niko sighed. "Why am I getting punished for being the big girl?" She jabbed Hime's side with her elbow, in jest. "Fine, I guess I can handle the bath. I'll get the mop and bucket for you too, so you don't get the whole place wet. You're going to hate it, but stay there." Niko walked off, and Hime continued standing in her liquid humiliation, though not as melancholy as a minute ago.
Unbeknownst to them, in the hallway outside, Haru had his ear on the door to hear whatever was going on beyond. Taku was a little uncomfortable with the way his friend was acting. "Do you really have to do that, Haru? You look like a creep."
Suddenly realizing he was indeed acting like a pervert, Haru jumped back like the door was electrified. "Nonono, it's nothing like that! I was just...checking if the two of them learned their lesson. Adversity is the best way to improve, that's what Senpai taught me."
Taku sighed in disdain. "And was it really necessary to make her have an accident to teach it back to her?" |
Hello, that's my second attempt here. And probably not the last one. If you have any suggestions - please be welcomed to put them here.
P.S. Sorry for such a long story, but I have no idea how to make it shorter...
First of all let's meet our heroes - 2 sisters, Agatha and Anna. Agatha is the older one, 23, is rather tall, dark blond with nice Slavian face and very sporty body. She's very active in crossfit and body building. Her younger sister, Anna is now 20, little bit shorter than Agatha with similar hair colour. There was no doubt, that they're sisters. She just finished first route of her 2nd year college exams. Also she just got a job at the fitness club, so girls have the "party like a lord" day.
They went to the one of most popular student's club in the city. Like sisters used to do they were dressed very similar - white sporty shoes (Agatha Converse ones and Anna classic Adidas) with white t-shirts, with the only difference with the choose of the pants - Agatha had some cherry leggings made from material similar to spandex, while Anna has some dark grey classic jeans.
As the party started they began celebrating with 3 quick Desperados beers. Normally they should be drunk after such amount of alcohol, but not this time. They started to dance for about half an hour, than another beer went to play. After another few dances they both started feeling hungry. That's normal after beers. Because of the popularity of this club there were some food trucks parked just in the entrance to provide food for such party people. After short discussion they chose to try some Chinese-styled one with spicy chicken with rye pasta, which according to internet references should be great one. And it really was, despite the fact that they were not used to spicy cuisine. After meal they went back to the club, just not to miss anything from the party.
Shortly after returning to the party they switched to Kamikaze multicolored shots. Every Kamikaze is set of 4 shot glasses full of drink, so you can get drunk much faster than with other drinks. Shortly after that they both "broke their seals" with toilet, due to increasing desperation. Their party went to the "shot-dance-shot" model, with many, many shots involved. They probably set their personal records, especially that they were not regular drinkers. But when you celebrate, you don't care about the hangover.
Shortly after 1 a.m. they started a discussion about leaving the club.
Agatha (AG): Ok, let's go back, before we'll pass out here. Quick toilet brake and we can leave.
Anna (AN): Nah, there is a 10-minutes line to the loo, and we have 15-minutes to our flat. We can make it. And I'm so drunk that I don't want to stay in the line.
AG: But I'm a little desperate and it's cold outside.
AN: C'mon my big sister, we should go. And you can go somewhere in the bushes close to our flat. But trust me, we'll make it without stops.
AG: Okay, but if I'll pee myself it'll be your fault. And they both laughed.
She didn't know that with this sentence she became a fortune teller for this night.
It was rather cold outside, maybe 10 degrees of Celsius, but due to drinks they both we walking with unzipped jackets. After maybe 3-4 minutes of "sinus curve" walking style the red light stopped them.
AG: I definitely should go to the toilet before we left.
AN: Relax, there is a park in few minutes, you can pee there.
AG: But I'm also not feeling OK with my stomach, it must the spicy food.
AN: Oh, that's a little bit worse, so let's hurry.
But in their state it was not so easy to walk very fast. After another 2-3 minutes they saw a park just on the other side of the street. But there was another red light. And crossing the street on red was not a good idea. It was a night and many drivers did not care about speed limits. Also, there was a lot of police patrolling the city. The light should turn green in something around 1 minute, but this amount of time was like infinity for Agatha. When the light finally switched she made a first step, but she stood next to the waste bin. She wanted just to move forward to the park, but she can't. And then something really strange happened.
Her crotch started rapidly to feel warmer and warmer. Also some strange feeling was quiclky moving down her legs. A little bit of steam went to the air due to low temperature. She just looked down and there was no doubts - she was wetting her leggings.
AN: Why you're not going? C'mon, I also need this park!
AG: I can't... I'm... Oh my God, oh my God...
AN: What? God won't help me now...
AG: I just... just... I did not make it
AN: C'mon, what do you mean?
AG: I totally peed myself. I couldn't stop it. Please don't laugh...
Anna came closer to her sister. She just couldn't believe that her older sister just wet her pants because of alcohol. She looked at her pants, due to night nothing big was visible on her pants, but she was definitely standing in big puddle. When she saw this she started to laugh hysterically. She laughed and laughed
AG: You're horrible! I hate you!
AN: Ha ha, sorry, but just can't stop, really, I'm so sorry, but I can't, wait... Wait...
She looked down and she was terrified. Her grey jeans were simply wet. Maybe it was because of laugh, maybe she was so drunk, but she was standing if her own puddle of pee, exactly like her older sister. Agatha realized that something happened with Anna.
AG: What?! Let's go!
AN: You won't believe me, but my pants are also wet...
AG: What? I must look...
She inspected her sister's jeans. From the crotch to shoes both her legs were soaked.
AG: That's your punishment! Now let's go, otherwise my stomach will explode.
AN: Wait, give me few seconds. I can't believe it. It's so warm and wet. It's... nice. No, I can't believe I said that...
AG: Yes, you said that, let's go! I must reach a toilet in few minutes.
AN: OK, OK
They finally started to continue their walk. But now it was a walk of wetness. They even started joking about this moment, but Agatha suddenly needed to stop for few seconds to avoid another accident.
AN: C'mon, let's go. It's just 2 blocks away.
AG: Yeah, I know that, but I'm so desperate that I'll poop myself if I continue to walk.
AN: Really it's so bad? So just go in your pants...
AG: You said what?! There is no way I'll purposely mess myself!
AN: Yeah, yeah, but your pants are wet, so what's the difference?
AG: Forget it, I'm wearing thongs, I don't want to make my pants totally ruined. OK, I'm ready to go. I'll make it.
AN: Let's go, forget about my idea!
They were just 50 meters from the entrance to their block. Only 50 meters, than 2 floors with the elevator, 20 steps, doors and toilet. It was so short and so long simultaneously. When Anna was entering the code to the doors, Agatha suddenly leaned against the wall. She was losing her battle. When Anna opened the door she urged her to walk in. But when she moved her leg her battle was over.
Suddenly her anus opened and soft, mushy mess started to fill her leggings. It was like warm pudding against her butt and it was slowly going down her legs.
AN: Why you're not going in? You look strange...
AG: I totally lost it. My pants are full of poop. I just shit myself.
AN: Oh, f... Yeah, I can smell it. Damn, let's go and wash ourselves.
AG: Please follow me, I'm afraid that something may drop down from my pants.
When she started to walk Anna had a good view on her sister's totally ruined leggings. Surprisingly nothing was really visible. Only a bulge on her back, which was moving sideways simultaneously with the move of her hips during every step.
When they finally entered their flat they went just to the front of the mirror to inspect their look. Anna's grey jeans were visibly wet. There was no chance to hide her accident. But Agatha's cherry leggings were in a little bit better condition. At least from outside. On her legs there was almost no chance to see the wetness. Maybe after very careful look from close distance. On her back there was a slight dark wet patch, going partially down her right leg. She was mortified.
AG: OK, I need to go first, please help me a little.
AN: Do you plan to save your clothes?
AG: Yes, I'll try to wash them.
When they entered the bathroom, Agatha started to slowly take off her leggings. When she pulled them down to her knees she started removing her accident with paper towels with slight help from Anna, who was holding her pants. Her butt was all brown, probably because of the tightness of her pants. Also her right leg was brown down to her knee. Her light blue cotton thongs were totally wet at the crotch area and totally brown at the back. While she was cleaning herself with toilet paper, Anna started to take off her jeans. Her full-covering white panties with some lace in the front were totally soaked.
AN: You're rather lucky with your thongs, you could have your panties ruined.
AG: Well, honestly, I would not hold it as long with another underwear...
AN: Ha ha ha, so I was right with the idea of letting it go!
AG: Yeah, but only in wet pants. OK, let's wash our clothes and please forget about today's walk of shame. I can't believe I had double accident.
AN: And you caused mine!
AG: You're stupid! You peed yourself because you're drunk!
AH: Yeah, right! OK, let's turn on the washing machine and let's go to sleep.
AG: Yes, let's go! |
Putting the P in PC Gaming
HuniePop Fanfiction by MasterXploder
(Note: Contains swearing. Also, the narrator in this story has no set gender, so feel free to imagine them however you like.)
“What? No, not there!”
Her voice startled me. “N-no?” I replied, trying to hide my growing panic. “Then what if I…”
“Have you ever even done this before? This should be instinct by now!” I felt my ego deflating with each word. I had done this before, multiple times actually, but I mean, everyone slips up once in awhile, right?
“W-well, I thought it looked like the right thing to do at the time,” I mumbled.
“Oh my God, seriously!? We discussed this on like day one!” At this point, I could hear her chair spinning around, and I knew she was looking right at me. “You never attack a Chaos Knight when his shield is raised. It’ll just bounce the damage back onto you!”
I lowered my head and covered my face in shame. “I-I’m sorry! I know you’ve told me a million times, but… well, stuff happens?”
Truth be told, I had remembered that the exact instant my character was caught in an explosion upon striking said shield. He had immediately fallen over with zero hitpoints and the “You have died. Please wait to be revived” message box popped up. I swear, I’ve seen that box so often, it’s permanently seared into my memory.
“Oh… Oh no,” said Nikki in a much less angry tone. I heard her turn back around and mumble “I did the thing again,” while she went to work murdering the last few enemies in the wave.
“I’m sorry,” she said in her normal shy voice. “I’m getting too heated over a video game again. Stupid me.”
Now I know it’s not okay to yell at people and stuff like that, but seeing Nikki know she did something wrong and feel bad about it just erases any desire to scold her for it. Besides, who hasn’t gotten mad over a game before?
“Hey, I get it,” I said, “Super high-value loot on the line and a teammate’s not pulling their weight. I’d be getting pissed, too.”
“The teammate usually isn’t the person you’re dating.” I saw her avatar take down the chaos knight that killed me, ending the wave.
Now that we had some down time, I got out of my seat and moved over to her. She took a drink from her giant jug of iced tea, then put her head in her hands and sighed. “I need to stop hanging out with Audrey. I think her bitchiness is rubbing off on me.”
I decided to go full cheese and put my hands on her shoulders, making her lift her head out of her hands. “Well don’t worry,” I said, “No matter how bitchy you might get on the outside, I know my sweet, sexy, nerdy girlfriend is on the inside.”
“Oh my god, stop saying words,” Nikki said while trying not to smile and blush brightly at the same time. It’s amazing how some really cheesy phrases sound great when they’re said to you.
“Alright,” I chuckled, “I’ll just do this instead.”
I lightly pecked Nikki on her cheek, which only made it that much pinker, and stepped back. I then patted her shoulder and returned to my chair, ready to hopefully not get my virtual ass kicked anymore.
Maybe I should give a little background before I continue with this story.
Ever since Kyu came into my house to help me spice up my nonexistent love life, I’ve done almost nothing but go on dates with cute girls. I’ve met and gone out with all kinds of ladies, like a sexy teacher, an adorable yoga instructor, a pretty schoolgirl, and even a porn star! I won’t lie, I dated some of those girls to the point where we had sex, and a few of them really knew their way around my naughty bits.
But Nikki Ann-Marie was different from the rest. Up until very recently, she was a shut-in like I was before my run-in with a love fairy. She was a gamer at heart, and preferred to be on her own instead of going out and getting wasted every night like some of the other girls she knew. The night we finally did it, she even confessed to me she was a virgin.
Not that the sex didn’t still end up being great, mind you.
Since we started dating, she’s gotten better at leaving the house and chatting with others, but mostly with people she found any common ground with. I was still her favorite person to chat with, and she was definitely mine. We just connected in a way none of the other girls did with me. Maybe it was the fact that both of us were loners up until very recently, or that neither of us had decent social skills. Maybe we were destined to be with each other by some higher divinity.
Or maybe I just found nerdy blue-haired girls to be sexy as all get out.
Seriously, even with her back turned to me and playing a game, I still can’t keep my eyes off her. While I lucked out on rock-paper-scissors and got the proper gaming seat, Nikki was seated on a cheap computer chair that had its back broken off. She was wearing her gray sweater and white short-shorts like the night I met her at that club. Most of her legs and feet were on display, and the shorts gave a pretty nice curve to her butt.
“Soooo, are you gonna start moving?”
“What? Oh, right!” I whipped back around and returned to my screen. Sure enough, my avatar was back on his feet and ready for battle. “Thanks for carrying my butt through a wave again.”
“Just don’t die again. We’ve almost used up our revive tickets.”
“Seriously?” I asked, opening my character’s inventory. “Have we gone through our whole stock already?”
“Yeah,” said Nikki, “I was hoping we’d be able to save them for the boss, but then, well…”
“Chaos knights, right.” I sighed.
We were playing another one of her MMO’s for tonight’s gaming session. Souls of War Online, or something like that. As it turned out, they were holding a special event raid tonight; hold out for twenty waves of enemies plus a boss, and win a guaranteed rare loot drop. Who could resist that?
It couldn’t be easy, of course. The enemies were relentless, giving us little time to breathe, let alone come up with an efficient way to counter them. We’d been trying for a few hours already, with a lot of experimenting with different loadouts along the way. I only had a measly ten hours or so of experience, so much of our extra lives lost were on my end. In my defense, these guys were so hard, they even caught Nikki off-guard a couple times already. I don’t know how we were going to make it through another…
“Hey, what wave are we on?” said Nikki.
I looked at the corner of the screen. “Looks like we’re on wave 13 of 20, and we still have a boss.”
“Oh man,” she mumbled again. Her voice was strangely tense this time.
“Something the matter?” I asked.
“Um, no, it’s just…” she stammered, “I don’t know if I, er, we are gonna make it to the end.”
I raised an eyebrow, then lowered it as she couldn’t see it anyway. “I don’t know either, but at least we’re farther along than we’ve ever been.”
“I… guess so,” she replied.
I tried to think of something to say that would cheer her up, but I knew better. Nikki was always a pessimist, so I figured winning this raid for her would be better than any inspirational line I could come up with.
And so, we carried on with our fight, battling through wave after wave of incredibly tough baddies. I tried my damnedest to stay alive, but I still got killed a few times. I may have gotten good hand-me-down loot from Nikki, but I didn’t have the experience to not die like the pros.
Even Nikki was having trouble dealing with these guys. When I wasn’t too busy keeping my character alive, I noticed she was making mistakes too, like casting the wrong spell or even attacking a shielded knight, and some of those mistakes got her killed as well. Every once in a while, I heard her let out a whimper and bounce her foot on the floor. I figured that it was just the jitters, that she was getting nervous the closer we got to winning. Sometimes, I’m dumb like that.
At last, we reached the rest period before the pre-boss wave. Only thirty seconds separated us from one last wave of bloodthirsty monsters. Things weren’t looking too good for us. I was down to my last life, and Nikki only had a couple left in her as well. It was a good thing that only one of us needed to kill the boss to win, because it was looking more and more like Nikki would have to carry the raid for us.
“Okay, I know I’ve said this at the end of every wave, but I still can’t believe we’ve been holding on for so long,” I said.
“Um, yeah, m-me too,” she replied.
“I mean, we’ve been under some serious pressure these last few waves.”
“I-I know.”
“Seriously, I thought I would’ve lost control of myself and made a big mess of the whole night by now-”
“Ohhh, shit.”
“Huh? What’s wrong?” I spun around on my chair. That was definitely not a good “oh shit” I just heard. Sure enough, she was hunched over and looking down, with her hands in her lap.
“Um... nothing,” she said, “I just… forgot to pee before we started this. Really regretting that now.”
How I found this moment to be hot, I will never entirely know.
“Oh, er….” I started to feel my own face getting warm, and it wasn’t from the heat of two computers running in the same room. “How bad is it?”
“It’s, um, pretty bad,” she replied, her legs wiggling a bit. “I kinda had to go when we started, but I thought I could just ignore it until we won.” She looked over at the empty jug on her desk. “I really should not have drunk so much tea.”
“Well, we can just pause the game, right?” I asked.
“Not for online play,” she sighed.
“Really? Damn, modern gaming really has its drawbacks,” I said. What a time to not be playing on a LAN connection. “So what if we-”
I never got to finish that sentence, as we both heard the horn blow to signal that the next wave had started. I could already see enemies spawning in and charging towards us.
“Sorry babe, I guess you’ll just have to hold it.” I returned to my keyboard and went back to murdering enemies.
“I’ll try, but I won’t make any promises.”
And just like that, we were back in the chaos, doing everything we could to not get our asses kicked. These guys were harder than ever, and they were coming at us from all angles with all kinds of nasty attacks. They weren’t giving up that sweet loot without a fight.
Despite the craziness, I couldn’t help but keep thinking about Nikki’s predicament. I know as much as anyone how much it sucks when you really have to pee but can’t, and I can imagine how much it must hurt for her to hold in all that tea-induced urine. That said, it wasn’t all worry; there was something about it that made that familiar tingly sensation in me, like the kind I got right before I got a girl into my bed so we could-
“Fuck!”
I spun around on my chair because that curse was too strong for it to be due to the game. “What, what happened?”
Nikki was looking straight at her monitor as still as could be. “I-I leaked a little just now.”
“Oh crap, what if we-”
Just then, I heard a scream coming from my monitor. “Oh no, please don’t be…” but it was. In the time that I wasn’t moving, my character was blown to bits by a kamikaze enemy. The words “You have died. There are no more revive tickets available” were on the screen in bold, spirit-crushing letters.
“Fuck! Aw man, Nikki, I didn’t mean to lose focus like that!” I said as I watched the remaining monsters go after her avatar.
“It’s fine,” she said to my surprise. A couple seconds later, her avatar casted a large area-of-effect spell that blew away the last few enemies in an impressive display of computer graphics. “To be honest, I had kinda expected things would go this way.”
I lowered my head in shame, but quickly remembered the more urgent issue in the room. “So how are you holding up, er, leak notwithstanding?”
“Not good. I really gotta go,” said Nikki, the strain in her voice more apparent than ever. I glanced at her and saw her rocking back and forth to keep her pee from spilling out. “Oh man, it actually hurts now.”
As intriguing as it was, I wasn’t gonna let her wet herself if she didn’t want to. I’ve entertained some weird kinks in the name of love, but never against a date’s consent.
Since my character was dead for good, I stood up and walked over to Nikki. “Babe, we’re between waves. Just run to the toilet, and I can take over your character. I’m sure I can’t screw it up too badly before you get back.”
Nikki shook her head. “I can’t do that. I’ve read some nasty stories about this boss. He can one-shot you right at the start of the fight if you don’t know how to deal with it, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.”
“Nikki, you’re about to pee yourself. Is that really worth some digital loot?”
At this, Nikki looked at me and gave me the most serious face I’ve ever seen on her. “It’s not just the loot. I’m a gamer. It’s in my blood to see every challenge I take on through to the end. I’ve come way too far to quit just because I had to run to the potty like a little kid.”
I wondered if she could get over peeing her pants in front of her lover, but I wasn’t about to argue with her. The determination in her eyes told me I wasn’t going to convince her otherwise; she was a gamer through and through.
I couldn’t get a single word in anyway, for a loud roar from the monitor grabbed our attention. The boss had revealed itself as the Chaos General, a foe clad in armor so badass that words could not do it justice.
It was definitely a good thing I was not controlling Nikki’s avatar.
Nikki said nothing to me in response. She just put her trembling hands on the keyboard and mouse and went to work fighting the boss. What followed next was some of the most impressive gaming skills I had ever witnessed. This boss was meant to be taken on with a full party, yet somehow Nikki was holding her own quite well, even against multiple attacks that could have killed her in one hit.
But the problem with a raid boss was they always had loads of health, and this guy was no exception. What should have been a 15-20 minute boss fight was already going on for close to an hour. The strain on Nikki’s body only grew stronger with each passing minute; she didn’t stop moving her lower body the entire battle.
I could only imagine how painful it must have been for her to keep holding on. I had never felt so bad for Nikki since the day I met her.
Still, there was a part of me that found the situation arousing. The way her hips wiggled in her chair and her legs bounced on the floor. The subtle moaning and biting of her lip. The thought of all that pent-up pee pressing inside her, eagerly awaiting that moment when her strength gives out and she has that final release. I never thought about being a fan of this kink until this session, but I may just have to add some files to my hidden computer folders when I get the chance.
“Come on, just a little further… Oh fuck!”
In an instant, Nikki yanked her hand off the mouse and jammed it between her legs. She grit her teeth harder than that one time we played Street Fighter to see who had to scrub the toilet during her monthly apartment cleaning. To say that the stakes were high that night were an understatement.
“Ugh, dammit! I can’t hold my pee and fight this guy at the same time!” said Nikki. She had one eye closed from the sheer effort of holding her bladder. “Oh man, oh man, I really don’t wanna piss my pants.” I could see her open eye growing moist, as if she was going to tear up.
I wanted to help Nikki as badly as she wanted to pee, but just like her, I was having trouble coming up with a solution. There was no way she would willingly wet herself, definitely not with me as a witness. Unfortunately, the toilet was not an option either. This boss required constant attention and know-how to beat. I knew next to nothing about how Nikki’s character played, so I had just as much chance of casting something that would blow her up than hurt the boss.
I glanced all around the room looking for some kind of answer. The wastebasket next to her was one of those wire things with a bunch of holes, so that was out. There didn’t appear to be anything else that looked like it could hold the large amounts of liquid. If only she didn’t have so much tea during our session…
I wondered why it took me more than a second to figure this solution out.
With determination in my eyes, I looked at Nikki and said “Stand up.”
“Wait, what?” She quickly glanced over to me.
“Stand up and keep fighting him. I’ll deal with the rest.”
Her eyes got even bigger and she said, “Wait, what!?”
“You have to trust me on this one. I won’t let you wet yourself, I promise.”
“...Okay, I trust you.” Nikki slowly stood up and added “Whatever you’re gonna do, make it quick.”
“You got it,” was all I said.
As soon as she was standing, I reached to her sides and put my fingers in both her shorts and underwear. I knew she didn’t have a zipper on her shorts, so I yanked them straight down to her ankles.
I heard her whimper and saw her subtly tense up from her naughty bits suddenly being in full view. I took only a quick moment to assess the situation. First off, her butt looked as lovely as ever. Second, I could see a damp patch on the inside of her panties, about the size of a tennis ball. Most importantly, I caught a small spurt falling into her shorts, meaning I only had precious few seconds to make this work.
I grabbed her tea container off the desk and untwisted the cap as fast as I could. Once it was undone, I threw it aside, hearing it clink against the wall and floor. I then reached around and pressed the container right between her legs, making sure it covered as much of her happy place as it could.
“You’re good,” I said as I looked up to her. “Just let it go.”
No sooner had I said that, a small spurt of mostly-clear liquid leaked out of her again, this time into the confines of the jug. A second spurt followed after, then a third. It wasn’t long before the spurts turned into a light trickle running down the inside of the cup before reaching the bottom. I guessed she still wasn’t relaxed enough with this whole idea to just go full force.
I looked up to see how Nikki was holding up. She wasn’t even looking down at me; her eyes were glued on the monitor, and she was still desperately trying to win against the boss. Her cheeks were as red as before, and she was still biting her lip. Whether it was out of determination or not, I couldn’t tell, though she was moaning a little bit now. She stayed this way for at least a minute, the only motion coming from her hands and the tiny tinkle from her nethers.
Suddenly, I heard a loud cry from the monitor. The boss had stop attacking Nikki’s character and had gone into the throes of a dramatic death animation. As he faded away, the words “Quest Complete!” showed up on the screen with a triumphant flair.
“I… I won,” Nikki mumbled. I noticed her eyes getting a certain sparkle in them, the same one I saw right before our first kiss, or when she found that rare Super Nintendo game at a yard sale. Her open mouth slowly contoured upward as the feeling sunk in.
I then heard the biggest sigh Nikki has ever let out, not of disappointment at something I did, but one of pure relief. That’s when I noticed a distinct noise coming at around my ear level. I turned back and saw a sight that amplified my interesting case of “the funny feeling”. Her stream had gone from a tiny trickle to a solid spray, shooting out of her with force.
I tried to be a respectful significant other, honest! But for some reason, I felt compelled to keep my gaze between her legs. I won’t lie, part of it was so I could sneak a peek at her privates while she tinkled, but I had other reasons. There was that naughtiness of watching another person doing something private with them knowing it. Well, at least watching something that I found attractive.
But I felt happiness too. I was glad that we had finally beaten the challenge event and gotten Nikki what she wanted, but more than that, I was happy that she was happy she wasn’t having an accident. No peeing her pants like a little kid, this girl was staying dry and stain-free. I can imagine it felt really good too, finally answering her aching bladder’s demands and letting it all out.
And boy, did she have a lot to let out. It had to have been at least a minute, and she was still peeing at full force. I could make out the subtle hissing noise coming from her opening over the sound of water hitting water and her moans of bliss. She already had the container half full; I was worried that she was gonna overflow the thing and get both of us messy.
Luckily, that didn’t come to pass. A few seconds later, her stream began slowing down just as the pee had reached the three-quarters mark. She gave out a few more spurts, and then she was finally done, right as the bottle was almost full.
“Ooooh, man.” Nikki sighed and opened her eyes for the first time since the flow really started. “That felt too good.”
“I bet it did,” I said with a chuckle. I left the bottle between her legs to catch a few more drips before I moved it away.
“Holy shit!” Nikki suddenly exclaimed and leaned forward, making me jump a little.
“What, what!?” I said.
“Look at this gear we got! This is all super-rare stuff!” She cracked a big smile that put my worries at ease once again. “Oh man, I can’t wait to try these weapons out!” She said with glee.
“Heh, may want to re-equip your leggings first.” I pointed down at her shorts.
The smile on her face dropped as she looked down and realized she was still very much exposed. “R-right. Um, I should probably dump out that jug first. Maybe clean myself a little, too.” She gingerly stepped out of her bottoms and covered her crotch with a hand.
“Not gonna put them back on?” I asked as I handed her the emergency toilet jar and stood back up.
“Well, I peed in them a little. Gonna need a new pair.”
“You know, I could take my pants off so we’d be even,” I said while trying not to have the biggest shit-eating grin on my face.
“Not on my $400 gaming chair, you aren’t!” Nikki said with a smirk.
I glanced over at the expensive chair with a white seat. “Yeah, that’s probably for the better.”
Nikki started to head for the bathroom, but stopped before she reached the door. Instead, she turned around to face me with an adorably shy expression. “Sooooo, thanks for helping me with my problem. I don’t know anyone else who would’ve done something like that for me.”
“Don’t mention it. I only did it because you’re a girl worth doing that for.”
“Shut up,” she replied with a giggle, her face turning more red. She was becoming too adorable to resist making a move.
“Aw, come here, you.” I reached around her free shoulder and pulled her in. She looked at me for just a moment before closing her eyes and leaning in. We shared a kiss for a good few seconds, the warm feeling flowing through my body and re-energizing me. Not even the growing stink of the pee jar could dampen the sensations.
Man, if only more of our gaming sessions went like this.
********
Unbeknownst to the two gamers in the apartment, a strange girl with pink hair, a provocative outfit, and cutesy wings was floating in the air and peering through their window. She had been watching for the entire session, especially the part where the blue-haired girl peed into a jar. While the two of them were kissing, the fairy giggled to herself.
“Another satisfied client.”
As the blue-haired girl walked into the bathroom, Kyu was reminded of the pressure growing between her own legs. She smiled and turned around, raising her legs so they were out of the way. She reached a hand down there and pulled her panties to the side, for she never wore anything resembling pants.
A delicate yellow stream soon trickled out of her, traveling almost straight down and breaking up into tiny droplets long before it reached the grass below. Kyu sighed in bliss, both from the relief of emptying her bladder and for only further fanning the other tingle between her legs.
Twenty seconds later, the stream came to an end. Kyu stayed there for a little longer to let any remaining drips fall out before putting her panties back to normal. Satisfied with her work and still in the mood, she flew off, looking for her next client and potential mate.
(Note: I started writing this story over a year ago, but only now was I able to finish it. So glad it's done, I hope you all enjoyed it!) |
Walking past a row of shops one afternoon on his way home from work, Trent noticed a sign above one of them that read AMiss McMillan=s Milkshake Parlour@. He was not familiar with that particular establishment, but he did love milkshakes, so he decided to go in.
The parlour was about ten feet wide. The front wall, including the door, was completely paned with glass. A counter ran the width of the parlour about fifteen feet from the entrance, preventing passage past that point. In front of the counter were five round tables, each of which had four chairs around it. Behind the counter stood a rather attractive woman, and behind her was a wall with a door leading into a back room and, beside the door, the milkshake menu.
Trent looked at the menu and was completely floored. One hundred and sixty flavours of ice cream, any possible percentage of milk fat in the milk, five different thicknesses, five different glass or cup sizes, and seven different methods of preparation including stabbing the milk-submerged ice cream repeatedly with a hot knife. Trent studied the menu carefully from just inside the door, trying to figure out what everything meant. While he was doing this, the woman beckoned him to the counter.
ACome on up,@ she said pleasantly.
AUm, I haven=t decided yet,@ said Trent uncertainly.
AThat=s okay, there=s no one else here,@ the woman replied. It was true; Trent and the woman were the only ones in the parlour. Trent approached the counter cautiously, looking away from the menu just enough to avoid colliding with any tables or chairs. When he reached the counter, the woman introduced herself. AI=m Miss McMillan. Welcome to my milkshake parlour. Take your time, and let me know if you need help deciding. I have a knack for matching people to milkshakes.@
Trent could feel Miss McMillan=s eyes on him as he continued to read the menu. It was not the passively expectant gaze of someone waiting for a decision to be made; Miss McMillan appeared to be examining him. Perhaps she was merely trying to, as she said, match him to a milkshake, but it made Trent feel a bit uncomfortable. He tried to read the menu (and thereby make a decision) more quickly, but Miss McMillan=s stare was making it increasingly difficult for him to concentrate.
AI=m having a bit of trouble deciding,@ Trent finally admitted, hoping that Miss McMillan could help him speed this process along.
ADo you have any dietary restrictions?@ asked Miss McMillan.
AI won=t eat mushrooms or olives, but that=s just because I really don=t like them.@
AAnd how are you for time?@
AI=m okay for time.@
Miss McMillan glanced around the parlour quickly, then leaned in close and said quietly, AI=m about to offer you something that is not on the menu, and is not available to just anyone. I don=t want you advertising this. Is that understood?@
AYes,@ said Trent. A definite answer seemed best, even though he had no idea why Miss McMillan would make such an offer.
AIt=s my own personal creation. I call it the McMillan Shake. It=s basically a vanilla milkshake with a few extra herbs and spices mixed in, but believe me, it tastes fantastic. It would be on the house. The only condition is that you can=t take it out of the parlour; I can=t risk having you analyze it and figure out the recipe. So what do you say?@
ASure,@ said Trent, not wanting to spend any more time or mental power making a decision.
AGreat!@ said Miss McMillan, straightening up and smiling brightly. AI=ll go make you one.@ She went into the back room. Trent thought he heard a click behind him. He looked over his shoulder but didn=t see anything unusual. Perhaps someone had dropped something on the pavement just outside his field of vision. It didn=t really matter; noises in the city were as common as grains of sand on the beach.
After a few minutes, Miss McMillan came back out with a glass of white milkshake, complete with a straw and a paper napkin. AHere you are,@ she said, handing Trent the milkshake and smiling. Trent thanked her, brought the milkshake to a table, sat down, and took a sip.
Whoa! Miss McMillan had not been exaggerating when she had described the McMillan Shake. It was by far the most delicious thing that Trent had ever tasted. He looked back at Miss McMillan in amazement. She was smiling at him. He smiled back, then broke eye contact and continued to drink his milkshake.
Why was she doing this for him? Trent wondered. It was not as though she knew him personally. Perhaps she thought he was some sort of celebrity. If so, then correcting her might cause unnecessary embarrassment, so he decided to leave that issue alone.
Glancing back at Miss McMillan, Trent noticed that she was still watching him, and that her smile had widened. She licked her lips, and Trent thought about the witch from AHansel and Gretel@, who fed children candy to fatten them up so that she could eat them.
This had to be some sort of trap. Trent could think of no other reason why someone would give the world=s best milkshake to a complete stranger for free and then watch with an ever-widening smile as the stranger drank it. He looked around the parlour, but could not see anything suspicious, other than the grinning woman behind the counter. He looked out the window and watched the rush hour traffic go by. Would Miss McMillan risk doing something unethical in front of so many potential witnesses? Trent briefly considered simply getting up and walking out, leaving the milkshake unfinished. But he couldn=t actually prove that this was a trap, and the milkshake was so good, so instead he merely tried to drink it more quickly, hoping that, if this was indeed a trap, he could get out of there before it sprang.
Through the window, Trent saw a man who looked to be in his seventies walk up to the door of the parlour and try to open it. The door wouldn=t open, even though the man seemed to be pulling pretty hard. The man gave up and walked on. Trent had not found the door particularly difficult to open when he had entered, so it couldn=t simply have been a matter of the man being too weak. Trent turned to Miss McMillan, who was smiling even more widely.
AAre you trying to close?@ he asked. He did not think that he could drink his milkshake any more quickly than he already was, but perhaps Miss McMillan would offer him a shortcut. Of course, if she was setting a trap for him then it was unlikely that she would help him to escape, but he had to try.
ATake your time,@ said Miss McMillan, without the slightest hint of impatience. No shortcut there.
Trent, of course, had no intention of taking his time. He finished off the milkshake as quickly as he could, then brought the glass and napkin back to the counter, handed them to Miss McMillan, and said, AThanks. That was truly delicious.@ Miss McMillan took the glass and napkin to the back room while Trent quickly walked to the front door.
The front door wouldn=t open.
There did not seem to be a mechanism for opening the door from the inside when it was locked. Trent turned back to the counter. Miss McMillan was coming out of the back room. She was starting to giggle. Trent deliberately kept his tone casual as he asked, ACould you unlock the door?@
ANot just yet,@ Miss McMillan replied, still giggling. AI want to have a little fun first.@
ASo you lock me in a store,@ Trent said quizzically.
AYes,@ Miss McMillan responded without missing a beat. AAnd guess what? One of the ingredients of the McMillan Shake is a powerful diuretic. You=re about to have to pee really, really badly!@ Her giggle turned into a laugh.
AWhat?!@ asked Trent, horrified. But he was only half surprised. He had been fairly certain that Miss McMillan was up to something, he just hadn=t known what. Now that she had revealed the nature of the trap, or at least part of it, he could fight it directly. AUnlock the door now or I will scream,@ he said firmly.
AI don=t think you want to call attention to yourself with the rate that your bladder is filling right now,@ Miss McMillan said, shaking her head but still laughing.
She was right, Trent realized. He was already feeling a rapidly intensifying need to pee. Not wanting passers-by to see him in this condition while he negotiated with Miss McMillan, he started taking small steps towards the counter, staying alert for further traps. ACome on,@ he said when he reached the counter, trying to sound reasonable. AUnlock the door.@
AYou=re feeling it, aren=t you?@ Miss McMillan asked, starting to laugh harder.
AYes, I=m feeling it. Unlock the door,@ Trent said impatiently.
Still laughing hard, Miss McMillan chanted,
ACute guy drinks a special shake
Delicious as can be
But something in that special shake
Makes him have to pee!@
ACome on! Please?@ Trent begged, grabbing his penis tightly. He really needed to pee soon.
Miss McMillan started to laugh even harder. AAww,@ she teased. AYou have to pee so-o-o bad, but you=re locked in a store and you can=t get out. Whatever will you do?@
Trent, still holding himself tightly, scowled at Miss McMillan, who just kept laughing really hard.
AWhat do you want?@ Trent asked, irritated.
AI want to watch you squirm and dance, trying not to wet your pants,@ Miss McMillan chanted gleefully.
AReal clever,@ Trent said sarcastically. ASeriously, though, what=s it going to take for you to let me go?@
AYou want me to think of something I want more than a man who needs to pee really bad standing right in front of me?@ Miss McMillan asked with apparent incredulity (though her laughter did not diminish). She shook her head. AI=m sorry, I can=t.@
Trent tried to think of an amount of money that might impress Miss McMillan without putting him into debt. AI=ll give you $300 if you unlock the door right now,@ he said desperately.
Miss McMillan seemed to consider this, then said, ATempting. But no, I can=t buy situations like this for $300. I can=t buy them at all, so don=t bother raising the amount.@
Maybe if Trent could get behind the counter he could wrestle the key from Miss McMillan and use it to unlock the door himself. He looked along the counter, but it stretched from wall to wall with no visible gaps or hinges. He looked along both side walls of the parlour, but could not see any doors in either wall. (He probably wouldn=t have wanted to go through a door anyway, since it might have led deeper into the trap.) The only way he could think of getting behind the counter would be to leap over it, which would be difficult considering the state of his bladder and the fact that Miss McMillan would almost certainly not cooperate. He briefly wondered how Miss McMillan had managed to lock the front door between the time he had entered the parlour and the time he had finished his milkshake, but he quickly realized that trying to figure this out would be a waste of precious time.
AYou can=t keep me here forever,@ Trent protested.
ANot forever,@ Miss McMillan replied casually. AMaybe thirty, forty-five minutes tops.@
Trent felt certain that, by the time thirty to forty-five minutes had passed, he would have wet his pants uncontrollably, they would have dried again, and he would be ready to call for help (it would still be rush hour, so he needn=t fear a shortage of witnesses). So Miss McMillan wasn=t really offering him anything. Unless C AIs there any chance that time could be shortened?@ Trent asked hopefully.
Miss McMillan shrugged. AI might let you go sooner,@ she said offhandedly. AIf I get bored.@
What could he do to bore her? Trent thought frantically. Well, he could let go of his penis, for one thing. But if he did that, he didn=t think he would be able to prevent himself from peeing. Another thing he could do would be to stop complaining. But was he really supposed to just stand there and do nothing to end a situation that was getting worse by the second? AWhat if I get bored?@ he asked, frustrated.
AAre you bored?@ Miss McMillan asked, surprised. ADo you want me to tell you some stories to pass the time?@
ASure,@ he said, exasperated but hoping to throw Miss McMillan off by going along with a stupid suggestion.
AAll right, let=s see . . . Oh, here=s one. I went whitewater rafting a few weeks ago. You might think that, being on a floatation device, one would stay more or less dry, but I can assure you that is not the case. There was water splashing all around us, and quite a bit of it ended up on me. Of course, that was nothing compared to when I actually fell off the raft and ended up completely soaked, with the rapids still splashing C@
AStop!@ yelled Trent. This was not helping. ADo you have any other stories?@
ALet=s see . . . There was one time when I went to a museum on one of my days off. I don=t remember much about the museum itself, but I do remember that I had decided to walk because it was a nice day. When I was about two thirds of the way to the museum, though, clouds started to fill the sky really quickly, I heard a few rumbles of thunder, and then rain suddenly poured down, drenching me in seconds. I tried to find some cover, but there weren=t any trees and the only buildings around were private houses, so I just kept walking. By the time I got to the museum my clothes were saturated with water and it was dripping onto the museum floor C@
AStop!@ Trent yelled again. He could feel himself starting to pee in his pants and there was nothing he could do to stop it. AI=m starting to wet my pants. Unlock the door now!@
Miss McMillan=s laughter reached a crescendo to match that of Trent=s desperation, then subsided. She watched Trent intently as his pants became wetter and wetter. Trent let go of his penis so that his hand wouldn=t get wet. He didn=t bother to say anything further as his bladder emptied; any attempts to convey the seriousness of the situation only seemed to amuse Miss McMillan further. Trent wanted to close his eyes and pretend that he was somewhere else, somewhere safe, but he needed to stay alert in case Miss McMillan tried any more tricks. Trent hoped that the tables and chairs would hide what was happening from people outside. He looked out the window and was relieved to see pedestrians walking past the parlour as though it didn=t exist. (This is what they would do normally; an independent shop in the middle of town does not tend to draw much attention.)
As Trent continued to wet himself helplessly, he looked around the parlour continuously, hoping to catch the next part of the trap before it sprang. He still could not see anything suspicious, but he continued to look until his bladder was completely empty. At that point, Miss McMillan, presumably noticing that Trent=s pants weren=t getting any wetter, clapped her hands three or four times and said, in an impressed tone of voice, ANice.@
Trent looked at Miss McMillan. She was smiling ecstatically. Trent had never seen anyone smile like that before, and it was beautiful. It made Trent think of a rainbow after a ferocious storm. And it was because of him. He instantly forgave Miss McMillan for what she had just put him through. He also stopped worrying about whatever else she might have had planned; that smile was worth anything he could imagine her doing to him. He smiled back, faintly. For a few moments, they simply gazed at each other.
Then Miss McMillan seemed to come out of a trance and bent down to reach under the counter. AI=ve got some goodies for you,@ she said.
AGoodies,@ Trent said, chuckling.
ANo more tricks, I promise. I need to get home too.@ She took out a spray bottle and handed it to Trent. AThis is a deodorizer for the smell. Spray it on wherever you see wetness.@
AYou really think the smell is the first thing that people will notice?@ Trent asked incredulously.
ANo,@ Miss McMillan replied evenly. ABut it=s the first thing you need to take care of.@
Shrugging, Trent took the bottle and sprayed it on the wet parts of his pants, then held the bottle out for Miss McMillan to take back. Miss McMillan was already bending down to reach under the counter again, though, so Trent put the bottle on the counter. Miss McMillan straightened up and handed Trent something made of cloth. AThis is a kimono to cover up the spot,@ she said. Trent took the kimono, unfolded it, and put it on. It was quite a nice kimono. AIt=s yours to keep,@ Miss McMillan continued. AYou deserve it.@
Miss McMillan then put the deodorizer back under the counter and took out a booklet. She tore a page out of the booklet (they were apparently perforated) and handed it to Trent. AThis is a coupon for a free milkshake of your choice,@ she said. ADon=t bother using it for a McMillan Shake; that one=s always on the house.@ She winked. AIf you decide not to come back, you can give the coupon to a friend C or an enemy.@ She put the coupon book back under the counter. ALet me get the door for you,@ she said, then turned and went into the back room. Trent heard a vaguely familiar click behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see what it was, but he couldn=t see anything that C then it struck him. The door! She had a power lock on the door so that she could open or close shop from her side of the counter C or trap unsuspecting customers in the parlour.
Miss McMillan came out of the back room. AThe door=s unlocked,@ she said. AHave a good evening.@
AThat=s it?@ Trent asked, surprised.
AI told you, I need to get home too.@
Trent turned, walked to the door, and pushed on it. This time the door opened easily. He left the parlour, letting the door swing closed behind him, and started walking the rest of the way home. He would not make any more stops; he wanted to get home as soon as possible so that he could change his pants. As he was walking, he heard the familiar click of the parlour=s power lock. He smiled to himself, relieved to have finally been released from the parlour and also glad to have been such an immense source of entertainment.
Edited September 8, 2016 by consch
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