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An Attack on Titan fic I wrote quite a while ago and posted to FF.net. Thought I'd share it here as well. Hope everyone enjoys!
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Armin absolutely, positively, could not hold it anymore.
His bladder was beyond full, stretched out and causing his lower abdomen to bloat horribly against his belt and making his shirt feel uncomfortably tight. He was fidgeting in his seat, rubbing his thighs together and clutching the edge of the bench tightly with his fingers. He tapped his feet occasionally, trying not to make too much noise against the wooden floor of the wagon. The wagon that was bumping and lurching along, sending jolts of agony through the overfull organ in his pelvis. Armin had been holding it for hours, feeling a slight urge at the beginning of the expedition but ignoring it until he had an opportune chance to go relieve himself.
But sitting in the back of a wagon with injured comrades, speeding back to Headquarters, was not an opportune time.
Armin crossed his legs and leaned back just slightly, trying to alleviate some of the pressure and looking around in an effort to distract himself. The wagon wasn’t quite full, so there was enough room for everyone inside to spread out. Eren was resting on the floor in the middle, unconscious and covered with a cloak, Mikasa sitting beside him and watching him anxiously. Jean was sitting on a bench across from Armin, holding his left arm that had been sliced deeply with debris against his right shoulder, keeping it elevated to try and slow the bleeding. Conny was passed out against Sasha in the back, a cut on his forehead and deep bruising from a blow to the head. Sasha herself had only a few minor cuts and bruises. Only Mikasa and Armin were uninjured, Mikasa refusing to leave Eren’s side and Armin deciding it would be slightly more comfortable in the back of the wagon than bouncing around on the back of his horse.
The wagon hit a large bump suddenly, which jostled everyone. Jean cursed as his head hit the wooden frame holding up the wagon’s cover. Armin bit down on his lip as his bladder spasmed violently, muffling a whine of desperation. He uncrossed his legs, leaning forward and rubbing his thighs together, blushing in embarrassment. Armin figured by now that everyone in the wagon who was conscious could guess what was going on. He had given up on being discreet about it not long before, focusing instead on trying not to wet his pants. Armin squirmed in his seat at another throb, painfully aware of the fact that Jean was watching him.
“Er…Armin?” Jean asked, watching the small blonde squirming.
“Y-yeah?” Armin kept his gaze focused on his knees, too embarrassed to look at Jean.
“Are you…alright?”
“I’m fine, Jean.” Armin said quickly, struggling to sit still. He wanted so badly to ask to stop, just for five minutes, but Commander Erwin had made it clear that they wouldn’t be stopping for anything on the way back. And Armin was not going to whine and complain about his bladder of all things when there were others who were injured.
But oh, did it hurt. His bladder was so full it felt like the organ was going to rupture, spilling its hot contents into the rest of his insides. Armin knew this was nearly impossible, of course, and that he’d wet himself long before that happened, but the agonizing fullness was clouding his judgement and making it hard to think straight. He felt sick to his stomach and was breathing shallowly, feeling like there was no more room in his abdomen and that even taking too large of a breath would cause his bladder to release.
“Do you know how long it’ll be before we get back?” Sasha asked. Mikasa shifted so she could peek through the small opening in the wagons cover.
“Looks like about an hour before we even get to the wall.” Mikasa said, moving to sit back down. Armin tried not to groan in frustration as he leaned his head back, fighting tears. If it’d take an hour to even get to the wall it’d be even longer before they’d be back at headquarters. He felt like he wouldn’t even be able to make it another few minutes, let alone a couple of hours. But he was determined to not give up. He was not going to pee himself. That would be weak and pathetic if he couldn’t even hold his bladder.
So Armin straightened his posture slightly and kept his thighs squeezed tightly together, wondering if he should undo his belt to give his bladder more room. He felt embarrassed to do it, but at the same time it was quite obvious what was wrong with him. Armin squirmed again in his seat, the straps on his thighs catching against each other, and tapped his foot rapidly. He watched the unlit lantern hanging from the roof of the wagon swing around, trying to distract himself.
He managed to distract himself for a few minutes, until the wagon hit another bump. This one was big enough to knock several bags of supplies down from their hooks, one of them hitting Armin right in the stomach. He cried out in agony and hunched forward, pushing the bag off and jamming his hands between his thighs when several spurts of hot liquid leaked out. Jean swore loudly as he was thrown forward out of his seat, and Mikasa held onto Eren to keep him from sliding around.
“Armin?” Mikasa sounded anxious. Armin moaned loudly, squirming and struggling to hold back what felt like liters of urine inside him. A few more drops dampened his underwear before he could regain control of himself, gripping the edge of the seat again and clenching his thighs together.
“I’m fine.” Armin said quickly, feeling hot tears well up in his eyes. I can’t hold it. I’m going to wet myself. Everyone will laugh… He bit his lip as a tear rolled down his cheek, his breathing quick and shallow and hitching occasionally with small sobs.
“Armin…” Mikasa sighed. “Just let go. You’re hurting yourself.”
“No…” Armin groaned, squirming. “N-not…not in my pants…”
“You could just pee off the side of the wagon.” Jean suggested, getting back into his seat. Armin blushed, mortified at the idea.
“N-no…someone would see…!” Armin said, his voice squeaking with anxiety. Jean leaned over, pulling the cloth cover up a bit to look out.
“There isn’t really anyone over here, Armin. I seriously doubt anyone would notice.” Jean said. Armin shook his head, going redder.
“I-I can’t.” He bit his lip. “I can wait.” Jean looked at him doubtfully.
“You look like you’re gonna piss yourself.” Jean said, his tone blunt.
“Yeah, and it really isn’t healthy to keep holding it like that.” Sasha added. Armin shook his head again, fighting tears. He really could not keep holding it, but his only options at the moment were far too embarrassing to even consider. And besides that, he was so bladder-shy he doubted he’d even be able to go in front of everyone.
“I can wait.” Armin muttered, squirming. He took as deep of a breath as he dared, trying to calm himself, and sat up straighter again. He crossed his legs tightly and clenched his sphincter muscles, trying to minimize his squirming so he wouldn’t jostle his bladder around so much. He tilted his hips forward just slightly, trying to give his bladder as much room as possible, and kept his breathing even and slow.
Armin’s new bladder holding techniques seemed to help for a little while, even allowing him to relax a bit, until a sideways jolt sent shockwaves through his swollen bladder. He gasped, leaking a bit, and doubled over. His belly was so distended the shift in position forced open a couple of his shirt buttons, and he shivered as a cool breeze hit his stomach that was damp with sweat. Armin squirmed, struggling to stop the leak. He felt like he might completely lose control, but remembering that he was in a wagon with other people caused his muscles to completely freeze up. His underwear was quite damp now, and Armin hoped he hadn’t leaked through to his pants.
“Armin…” Jean was staring at him. “Holy shit, your stomach…” Armin glanced down in confusion, and immediately felt even sicker.
His bladder was so horrifically swollen it was pushing his stomach out of his shirt, still filling and with no relief in sight. His half-innie naval looked like it was poking out slightly more than usual, and his whole belly was damp with sweat. He was trembling, shaking with the effort of trying to contain his bladder and feeling his muscles begin to weaken as he neared the end of his battle. Armin began tearing up again, knowing that all of his effort had only prolonged the inevitable. He was ready to just give in and face the humiliation of sitting in soaked pants for the rest of the ride back, ready to feel the intense relief he had been desperately needing for hours now. A long spurt of urine crept its way out, soaking through to his pants. He was already crying, tears rolling down his cheeks as his muscles fought to let go and end his misery already.
“Armin, wait.” Mikasa was on her feet and in front of him in an instant. Armin looked at her and clenched his muscles, startled.
“I…I can’t…” Armin whimpered and squirmed. “I can’t hold it…” He finally admitted.
“Then come on. Go off the side. No one will see.” Mikasa took hold of his upper arms, trying to pull him to his feet. Armin obliged, doubling over and losing another leak as gravity pulled his bladder downward. Panicking, he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants, crossing his legs while standing to avoid soaking his pants. He allowed Mikasa to guide him to the side of the wagon, whimpering and struggling with every fiber of his being to not just let go right where he was.
“No one will see?” Armin whispered, squirming and beginning to panic again at the thought of exposing himself and urinating right in front of his comrades.
“No.” Mikasa pulled the cloth cover of the wagon up a little bit and dropped Armin’s cloak over his head, effectively blinding him. “Now just scoot forward and go.” Armin shuffled forward, watching his feet and watching the opening on the side of the wagon. He could see well enough if he was looking down, so he could aim, but couldn’t see anyone around him.
His bladder was throbbing, positively screaming with fullness. Another second’s delay or bump would cause him to completely lose control. Armin quickly unzipped his pants and fumbled with his belts briefly before pulling himself free of the damp fabric of his underwear and relaxing, finally, finally letting out the urine he had been holding for so long.
His bladder continued to throb when he let go, trying to empty its contents as fast as possible. Armin moaned at the euphoric feeling of relief when his bladder began shrinking down to its normally size, his eyes watering again. It went on for what felt like several minutes, his stream beginning to slow when his bladder was about half empty before tapering off to slower dribbles. The relief was so intense Armin felt light-headed and weak, like he might fall over. The last few drops made their way out, and he sighed in relief. He fixed his pants and stepped back, feeling exhausted.
“Finished?” Mikasa asked. Armin nodded wordlessly and pulled the cloak off of his head, feeling dazed as Mikasa guided him back to his seat.
“I bet you feel a lot better.” Jean said. Armin made a noise of agreement in the back of his throat and moved to the floor, laying down under the bench he had previously occupied. He was absolutely drained, too relieved and exhausted to even feel any embarrassment over what had just happened.
“Are you okay?” Sasha asked, watching him curl up on the floor.
“I’m tired.” Armin murmured.
“Take a nap.” Mikasa said, tossing him Jean’s cloak. “We’ll wake you when we get back.” Armin nodded and bunched Jean’s cloak up under his head, then covered himself with his own cloak. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in seconds. |
"It is only by chance that any pants are wet; and only by fate that they were mine, and not yours."
Amy stood directly under the shower-head and let the nearly scalding water wash over her. A couplet sprang to mind and she subverted it to her experience in the one thought. How could this have happened again? At her age? She was supposed to be an adult now. A university student. Responsible. Sensible. She wasn't supposed to still be wetting her pants. That was not supposed to still be happening.
It had been just over four years since she'd last peed herself. Four years when she could tell herself that she had wet her pants for the very last time. But apparently not. It had now been forty-three minutes since she'd last wet herself. Ugh.
She still had her wet jeans to deal with; now in a pile two meters away from where she stood. But she couldn't see them with the curtain closed. Therefore they didn't count. They were a problem for future Amy. Present Amy could choose to forget all about today's embarrassment and just enjoy a nice, normal shower. Except, of course, that she couldn't. She ran through what had happened in her head over and over. Each decision she made that she could have made differently. Each time her luck had broken in just the wrong way.
Alicia, once the designated "mean girl" at her high school, and now her neighbour in the dorm room two over, had seen her not five minutes ago as she grabbed her towel from her room and tried to sneak into the showers. The whole dorm would know by dinner. Maybe she could skip the dining hall tonight. She had chips and orange juice cups in her room. Maybe people would forget by tomorrow. Probably not though. Amy knew better than anyone that people don't just forget someone wetting their pants. Aliciacertainly wouldn't.
The walk back to Simmons Hall had been hell. Why couldn't she have at least worn her black jeans today? She so nearly had; they were still laid out on her bed. But she'd realised that she'd spilled mustard on her 28 Days T-shirt the night before which meant her only clean top was a promotional shirt she'd won trying to order flavoured milk from a vending machine the summer before, and it went better with her faded blue jeans; as well as that top goes with anything.
So if she hadn't dripped that mustard last night the aftermath of her accident wouldn't have been seen by half the university, Alicia, at least, probably wouldn't have noticed. But she had dripped that mustard. That was so unlucky it felt unfair. Hell, yesterday she'd worn a jacket to class because of a cold snap. If the chilly weather had lasted just one day longer she could have tied her jacket around her waist. But it didn't. Because... some butterfly flapped it's wings in the Amazon or something.
She remembered standing up as the lecture finished and Professor Patel reminded them to read chapter 3 and answer the questions at the end before the tutorials on Friday. Why hadn't she just waited until everyone else had left? That hadn't been a good decision. Not her worst today, not by a long shot, but still not good. Probably she just wanted to get away. People had whispered. Some people laughed behind her back. She had cried. That had only drawn more attention. No one helped.
Though when she thought about it there was more to it than that. With a bit more luck she wouldn't have even wet herself in the first place. Wouldn't have had to feel the awful horror of peeing in her clothes as she sat in stunned terror in the middle of the Mitchell theatre, wetting herself in the middle of the third Introduction to Mathematics 1010 of the year. She didn't even remember what had been covered today. But there would be an audio recording on Unify; it would be fine. She'd either been too desperate and terrified of wetting herself for the first 52 minutes of the lecture, or humiliated and terrified of having to stand up and reveal her accident to the world for the last 8 minutes.
The moment she had lost control time stood still. It was one of those perfect moments where your mind seems to transcend your body and you can look at yourself with total objectivity. She couldn't believe that she was peeing in the middle of the lecture. It didn't seem possible that she could have lost bladder control. Adults don't do that. She doesn't do that, not anymore. For a moment the world seemed impossible. Teetering on the edge of reality for a split second. And then the spreading warmth that she was surprised to remember so well.
She should have got up when she realised there was a chance she wouldn't be able to hold out for the entire lecture. She did know there was a chance she wouldn't make it. She just didn't want to acknowledge that chance because that would mean she'd have to ask the rest of the row to stand up to let her out. And they would grumble and Professor Patel would comment and everyone would stare and it would be so embarrassing. Not as embarrassing as wetting yourself though. Not even the same order of magnitude. That hadn't been a good decision either.
She'd had been so desperate sitting there for the first fifty-two minutes of the lecture. Algebra. It had been about algebra. At least part of it had been. Whatever. Amy couldn't remember ever having been that desperate to pee in her entire life. And since she was in such a public place, with people sitting right next to her, she couldn't even pace around like she usually did when she badly needed to go to the bathroom. She'd tried to suppress her leg movements because they rattled the folding desk above her lap. Maybe if she'd fidgeted more she could have held on longer? Probably not though.
She shouldn't have let herself end up right in the middle of the row. It hadn't occurred to her that it would matter at the time, and had let the crowd of students sweep her into a very good spot to see the lecture, and a very awkward spot if she needed to leave discretely. Obviously she shouldn't have gone into this lecture either needing to pee as much as she did. But people her age don't wet themselves; they just cross their legs and are fine. But it was a huge mistake, again, obviously.
Assuming that there would be a bathroom next to the lecture theatre had been yet another mistake. There was one next to all the new theatres. But Mitchell was one of the old ones, built back in the fifties. There wasn't time to go looking for bathroom elsewhere if she didn't want to walk in late. Any of her other classes she probably would have found another bathroom first, and just snuck in five minutes into class. But Patel always made sure to comment on anyone walking in late. And the whole lecture theatre would turn to look at the object of his scorn. Too embarrassing. Heh.
Amy was usually ten minutes early to her lectures, just to make sure. Just in case something happened to slow her down. But she'd been in the Union with him. And she hadn't wanted to leave any earlier then she had to. Why hadn't she just skipped the lecture and listened to it later on Unify? She'd thought about it. It's not like actually attending Patel's lecture gives you any extra advantage, he's very much an old school chalk and talk lecturer. But her parents were paying a lot of money to have her studying at the university and it just wouldn't have felt right to skip the lecture. So she left him and the union at the last possible second. She'd actually had to run the make it to the lecture in time. Each step jolting her already overfull bladder.
She didn't normally drink beer at lunch. Much less two beers. But he was drinking and it did relax her, made her a bit flirtier. And he bought the second one for her without actually asking, it would have been rude not to drink it. She hadn't considered that beer would go straight through her. She'd needed to pee rather badly before she even started the second beer.
She needed to pee before she'd started her first beer. Not all that much though. So she put it off. Amy did that. Put off peeing in public bathrooms as long as she reasonably could. It hadn't been a problem in years. Maybe she'd just been lucky. Actually she'd definitely just been lucky.
Last year when she'd arrived home right on the edge of losing control and had actually had to change her panties.
The summer before when she'd all but given up and nearly resigned herself to an accident when she'd stumbled upon that empty bathroom at the last second.
A few months before that, or maybe after that, when the queue had been out the door, she'd been too embarrassed to cut in line, and she'd only just hung on.
Maybe she'd actually been lucky to have gone so long without an accident...
But for four years she had known that she had wet herself for the last time. |
Why? Why hadn't she just got up, hurried along the row, past the teasing stares and the teachers' muttered disapproval? Even if she'd left it so late that she'd had to grab anxiously at the front of her school uniform skirt as she'd hurried out, even if she'd had to search desperately round the building for a toilet once she'd got out of Assembly, unable to stop a few leaks escaping as she rushed down the corridor, it would still have been far, far better than staying frozen in place, cross-legged on the floor of the hall, as the puddle spread out around her. Nobody wets themselves in 9th grade. Nobody wets themselves in High School. And now that was exactly what Amy had done - in her very first week.
But really she knew the Why didn't even begin in those last few moments, when her bladder had finally left her in no doubt that she wouldn't be able to hold on until Assembly was finished. The Why actually began between English and Maths - her last two classes before recess - when she'd been well aware of that growing urge to pee, but hadn't known exactly where the nearest toilets were, and had been too shy to ask. If only she'd just stopped somebody, anybody, and asked them to point her in the right direction, she'd have endured a few moments of mild embarrassment instead of humiliating herself in front of the entire school - and she'd have learned more in Maths too probably, if she hadn't been needing to fidget almost constantly in her seat, grinding her thighs together and trying so hard to be discreet as she started bouncing her knees up and down beneath the desk.
But in fact, the Why began even before that. It began as she kissed her Mom goodbye. As she left the house, having already had her usual bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice, why had her Mom picked that day to give her an additional bottle of juice for the bus? Why was extra liquids flowing into her bladder something that a girl would want on her third day at High School? But she'd drunk it - of course she had. She'd finished the juice before the bus was even halfway to school.
By the time she'd come out of Maths, ready for the third Morning Recess of her High School career, she should have known that she'd brought this to a sensible conclusion - maybe not even a sensible one, but one that would be acceptable and forgettable. This should have been a story about Why she ended up dancing uncomfortably from foot to foot in the short toilet queues that formed in Recess, mortified by the people spotting her anxiety and sniggering at it, trying to endure a shame that she'd have totally forgotten within three hours. And if she'd just gone with Helen, her friend from Middle School who'd waved earnestly at her as she came out of Maths, that's exactly what she'd have done: they'd have walked together round to the grassy area behind the cafeteria, and Amy would have muttered something inaudible and peeled off as they passed the toilets. But no. Instead, when super-popular, prettiest-girl-in-the-class, somehow-already-in-charge Alicia had come up behind her, all fake grin and conspiratorial whispering, Amy had been caught up in ninth grade celebrity and decided that going to sit on the wall behind the library was a great idea. Why?
It's not like she'd even been able to use her Recess to enjoy hanging out with Alicia and her gang, or to show them how worthy she was of their friendship. By about 30 seconds after she'd decided to abandon Helen, Amy was realising that a toilet really should have been higher on her immediate list of priorities - they actually walked right past one, with barely any queue, but nobody in Alicia's group made any sign of stopping; by about 3 minutes after that, balanced precariously on top of the back library wall, out of sight of the teachers and anxiously trying to find a position that gave her any confidence that she was in control of her bladder, she had already started counting down the minutes until Recess ended. 15 minutes' time. 12 minutes. 10 minutes. How had that only been another 2 minutes since she'd checked her watch? It had felt like half an hour as she bounced on the wall, anxiously chewing her bottom lip and yet still hoping that her constant motion might be mistaken by the other girls for enthusiasm. She was barely even listening to what they were saying now, although she knew she should, because in 5 minutes - No, still 7 minutes! - she'd be able to go to the toilet on the way to Assembly.
Assembly. She knew it was right after Recess today. There was still so much that she didn't know about High School, but she knew that whole school Assembly was right after Recess on a Wednesday. They'd been given their slightly scary High School timetable on the first day: three periods, then Recess, then two, then lunch, then two more. Except Thursday, when they had sports instead of classes after lunch - and Wednesday, when everyone had Assembly instead of the first period after Recess. And that was good, right? Because it meant that soon Alicia would lead them back from wherever they were, into the middle of school, towards the Assembly hall. And there would probably be an obvious toilet nearby that lots of people were using, but even if there wasn't, then at least some of Alicia's gang would want to go on the way - wouldn't they? Isn't that what everyone did during Recess? Especially before Assembly?
Why had Amy just assumed that was true? If she'd prepared herself for needing to leave the others on the walk to Assembly - for having to mark herself out as needing the toilet - then she'd probably have had the courage to do it, especially since she was writhing desperately by that point. But instead she'd spent all Recess telling herself that it would be so much easier than that, and so when instead Alicia led them all straight into the Assembly hall - and suddenly the "easy" thing was to sit down on the cold floor with her bladder still pleading for relief - Amy had been paralysed by her inability to make a quick decision, she'd needed a few moments to make herself think about what she was doing and the risk she might be taking. But by then it was too late even to do something as dramatic as turning around and hurrying out against the flow of kids; the doors were closing, and the teachers were gesturing for them all to find a spot and sit down.
The Why that really irritated Amy happened then. She'd already tortured herself through Recess by her desperation to be cool enough to hang out with Alicia, so why did she suddenly stop doing that? As they'd all sat down against the back wall of the hall, Amy had spotted Helen again, picking her way to an empty spot in the middle with another girl that Amy had known for years. And at that moment, with her sense of panic rising, it was then that Amy's longing for the security of the familiar had finally trumped her eagerness for popularity. Leaving Alicia behind - she seemed already to have forgotten Amy anyway - she'd weaved through the crowd and caught up with Helen just in time to sit down in the last spot next to her.
It had felt good, being back with her friend. For about 3 minutes. But as her overpowering urge to pee began to reassert itself, and Amy was forced to curl her heel beneath herself and grind agonisingly against it, she'd looked longingly towards where Alicia was sat. If she'd been there too, she could have jumped up and been out the door in less than 5 seconds. People would still have seen, they'd still have sniggered at her plight - that would have been unavoidable. But it would have been doable. She would have had a solution.
But not from here. Amy looked hopelessly down the row. Leaving now would mean standing up in the middle of the hall, all eyes on her, probably cutting off the Headteacher mid-sentence. And then a long, slow, unbearable walk to get out, stepping awkwardly between the tiny spots of space across the crowded floor. She just couldn't expect herself to endure that. (Why not?!) So instead, as she felt the first tiny leaks escaping into her panties, imminent threats of an utter, unthinkable humiliation, she'd jammed one hand beneath her skirt - telling herself it was subtle, when she knew it was anything but - and grabbed herself as tightly as she could possibly imagine.
She'd actually nearly made it. Sort of. There were probably only 5 minutes left - maybe 7 or 8. Little enough that it wasn't just not asking for the toilet before Maths that had cost her, or going with Alicia at Recess, or walking straight into Assembly when she knew exactly how bursting she was. Obviously it being a Wednesday had cost her - on any other day this would have been just another class and she could have peed beforehand or even excused herself - but also sitting with Helen in the middle of the hall had cost her. So had the extra juice on the bus. Thinking back to that morning at home, she'd used the toilet immediately after breakfast, rather than packing her school bag and brushing her hair first like she normally did. She wasn't really sure why. But it had probably cost her.
The second before it happened, her mind was full of frustration at all those causes, all those Whys. But then it happened, and her mind wasn't really full of anything at all. Her panties were already feeling very damp to the touch as she frantically pressed her fingertips against them, but then suddenly she couldn't feel the dampness, because all she could feel was the continuous streams of warm liquid over her hand. And down the backs of her thighs. And out around her in a dark, glistening puddle that grew terrifyingly quickly. In some ways the worst moment was then, in the confusion, as girls scattered away from her, somehow finding new floor space in the crowded room. And the Headteacher paused, unsure why he was being disrupted - but then saw, and understood exactly why. But no, that wasn't the worst. The worst was the way she was forced to stand, all eyes on her, the Headteacher waiting, as she awkardly stepped her way out of the room - exactly as she'd imagined she'd have to do. Well not exactly, beacuse she'd imagined being forced to do it to prevent disaster - not like this, with warm liquid still dripping down her legs, her first step into her own pee because the puddle was too big to step over, the back of her skirt an entirely different colour to the front.
Now, savouring a near-scalding shower before bed, longing to sleep because that could mean forgetting, that was the moment that most haunted her. Not that the aftermath had been any better: Amy had been embarrassingly familiar with the Middle School nurse's "pee process" - the resigned exasperation with which she'd be told to pick some spare clothes out of the cupboard and ensure they were brought back the next day - but the High School equivalent was even worse. The cold detachment as the nurse explained that she didn't keep spare uniform, and simply handed over the phone for Amy to call her own Mom. It was a work day, so Mom had to excuse herself from the office; she'd have to make up those hours later, she'd explained tersely to Amy in the car. She'd been concerned at first, thinking Amy was ill or had been bullied somehow; but her sympathy evaporated in an instant when she discovered that her 14 year old daughter, who had promised so many times that this accident was "the very last time", had wet herself at High School simply because she'd waited too long. Amy had thought about explaining how it wasn't her fault - explaining about the juice, about Wednesdays, about Helen and Alicia and the unimagined consequences of seating positions, but she knew from experience that it wouldn't mollify her Mom, who was set in her irritation that once again the "last time" assurances had proved false.
"Please", Amy thought to herself as she stepped out of the shower. "Please, please let this be the last time!" |
Two of my favorite stories ever are Rexone's Sunset series and Pain from Omorashi.org's Trip to Rajmahal Fort. I talked with both of them and got permission to use their characters for this story, and I hope I did them justice!
Sunset to Never at Rajmahal Fort
By Holditin
I got home late from a long day of work and found two things happening at the same time. My stunning girlfriend, AJ, was on the toilet happily pissing away what I was sure was a very large load of pee, and I got a text from my friend Preeti. ‘How about another trip to Rajmahal Fort tomorrow? Parul and Sneha are already in! It should be really fun!’ My brow furrowed as I replied on my phone, ‘That sounds ok, but why do you want to go back? It was just a year ago that we saw the whole place. I’m sure not much has changed.’ Almost instantly another text came back, ‘To be honest, neither Parul, Sneha or I were really able to pay enough attention to it the first time. We had to pee so badly! You remember? But I talked with the others and it turns out all of us have done bladder stretching exercises and trainings, so we can wait much longer now and it should make for a comfortable trip! Are you in?’ Now this piqued my interest. I quickly texted back, ‘Great! As long as my girlfriend AJ can come I will see you all tomorrow!’ Just as AJ’s bursting pee was finishing, I received my last text of the night from Preeti, ‘Of course, the more the merrier! =)’
Now I had to make sure that AJ was in prime competitive spirit, so I needled her as she rose from the toilet, “Hey AJ, I think you might need to learn to wait better. It seems you are peeing all the time these days!” She scoffed at me, “Is that so, big boy? I am peeing less and less actually. That was my first pee of the day and in 24 hours total, and it is already 8 pm!” I couldn’t deny how impressive that was, but pressed on, “Well AJ, you see, I got invited tomorrow to take us on a long trip with some friends, and they are all girls who can wait until their eyes turn yellow before taking a pee. So I hope you don’t embarrass me by needing restroom breaks while they remain comfortable.” This comment did it. AJ bristled, “I will certainly hold as long as them and then EVEN LONGER. In fact, I am sure they will be peeing tomorrow morning before the trip, so from right now I won’t take ONE SINGLE PEE until we’re back home, understood?” “That’s tough talk, but I hope you can back up your words!” I told her daringly. AJ gave me a steely gaze for a moment, then went to the fridge. I assumed she was retrieving a midnight snack, but she returned with a 1L bottle of water and began chugging it down. She kept my gaze the entire time, and when she put down the empty water bottle AJ told me again, firmly, “No pee breaks!” I couldn’t wait for the day ahead as we cuddled up, AJ in her tight latex wears, and went to sleep.
We awoke the next morning at 6 and were dressed and ready to depart at 7. AJ had chugged down 500 ml more of water in defiance, and even though I could already see a slight bulge in her bladder from the night’s water, along with the extra her kidneys surely poured into her following her 24 hour hold, she hissed at me that she felt no urge and dressed herself in a killing tight latex catsuit, latex panties, and then her normal shirt and zipless skintight jeans. Crazy to me, but just another day for my AJ! We drove out to Preeti’s and arrived just after 8, and thankfully all the girls had met there to save on driving. I knocked on the door and Preeti opened it, “Oh, good to see you! We’ll be out in a minute – Sneha is just finishing up in the bathroom.” I couldn’t resist asking, “Did you all pee this morning to prevent a repeat of last time?” Parul poked her head out from behind the door to answer me, “Yes, we’ve all just went, if you must know. But we will be fine for a long time now. Trust us!” I nodded and walked back to the car to wait for them with AJ. “So you have 12 more hours of pee in you than all of the other girls!” I told her, which made her beam with pride. “And it will stay that way, do not worry about that!” AJ replied.
Ten minutes later the three girls came out of Preeti’s house, dragging a small cooler with them to the car. “What is that?” I asked incredulously. Sneha smiled, “Oh, we decided to bring enough drinks for all of us in here. It will be a long day, after all.” AJ got up to help them get it in the backseat, and she ended up sitting back there with Sneha and Preeti, while Parul sat up front with me. Before we reached the highway Parul pointed out a coffee shop and said, “Can we stop there and pick up some coffees? I am still trying to wake up!” The other girls nodded, especially AJ, who I’m sure was getting very excited as the prospect of filling her bladder up with drinks and still holding it all in. I parked and the five of us went inside. They were doing a special on large, 1L cups of coffee, and Preeti noticed it right away. “Hey, let’s save some money and get the 1L cups!” The others agreed, so we paid and all sat, drinking our coffees and reminiscing about old times. Afterwards I got up to take a pee, as I knew that amount of coffee would go right through me, but as expected none of the other girls were even looking for bathrooms so early into the trip. When I returned Parul made a comment, “Gosh, it seems like all of us have gotten better at waiting for a relief….except you!” All I could do was laugh and agree as we all left the place and piled back into the car.
I drove us down the highway while the girls talked amongst themselves. While my three friends were quick to befriend AJ, I could tell that they would not become too close due to my feisty girlfriend’s argumentative and intense nature. I did not mind that, though. Sometimes a little conflict made things more exciting! But for now everything was calm and the girls were clearly enjoying themselves. After an hour on the road, Sneha reached into the cooler for the first time. Instead of grabbing something on the top, she snuck her hand way down into the ice, and it came up with a bottle of beer. “Ah, this should do the trick!” she smiled. Preeti groaned, “Ohhh not again, Sneha! Why can’t you just enjoy an outing without alcohol??” “Why can’t you just enjoy an outing without alcohol??” “Yeah,” Parul agreed, “You’ll just have too much and ending up sleeping it off in the car while we have all the fun.” But AJ’s eyes lit up, “Sneha, pass me one of those!” Sneha grinned and fished out another beer bottle for my girlfriend. “See guys? Some people like to party too!” Sneha laughed at her friends, clinking bottles with AJ before they downed their beers. Five minutes later the beers were drained and Sneha and AJ started reaching into the cooler for seconds. “Wouldn’t you rather have one of these, like me and Parul will have?” Preeti asked snidely, grabbing a couple 1L cartons of fruit juice from the cooler. Both party animals cackled and shook their heads, so Preeti shrugged and passed one of the cartons to Parul. I drove on as every girl in the car continued to drink.
We made good time on the road until 11:30, when Preeti declared she was hungry and wanted some lunch. My belly rumbled in agreement, as did Parul’s. Sneha and AJ were not so hungry because their two beers had filled their stomachs, but they accompanied us into the next rest stop’s restaurant all the same. As I exited the car, I made sure to briefly pick up the cartons of fruit juice Preeti and Parul had been drinking, and to my excitement found them both to be empty! I arrived into the restaurant late and got in line with my girls to be seated. Parul was at the back with me and suddenly turned and said, “I wonder if they have bathrooms here…” I shrugged my shoulders, “Probably, but they probably are not very nice to use. Everyone comes through here, after all. Why, do you need one?” Parul shook her head, “Oh, no, not for me. I am fine. I was just thinking about Sneha and AJ, because they have drunk all that beer, and you know what that does to you…it goes through you quickly!” I nodded, “I am sure they will still be fine. Remember, Sneha waited as long as you did during our last trip, and she had more beer then than she’s had today.” Before Parul could respond, our table was ready, so we broke off the conversation. I deliberately didn’t tell her about AJ’s impeccable holding abilities because I wanted to see what would happen when the other girls found out for themselves.
Lunch was had, and with it the girls made sure to chug down two pints of soda each. Conversation was winding down and we seemed about ready to get up, but then the waitress came back and AJ ordered a third pint of soda. I could see the other girls looking at each other a little as AJ drank it down, and again when she didn’t make a move to the bathroom afterwards. I knew these girls would be seriously filling up in a few hours with all the drinks reaching their bladders, but for now everyone still looked normal and fine. We rose and left the restaurant, with AJ giving me a knowing smirk regarding her third pint of soda. I returned the smirk, but leaned in and whispered, “Are you sure you aren’t gonna regret that later? Your bladder must be a blimp by now!” “I am perfectly comfortable, sweetie, thank you.” AJ replied, though I saw her bladder bulging outwards with over 16 hours of piss in it. What a woman!
We returned to the car, and before I’d even driven us out of the parking lot AJ and Sneha had popped out another beer each to drink. Parul began a bottle of water 15 minutes later. I kept driving, and when the clock struck 2 pm I could see bladder bulges forming for Parul, Preeti, and Sneha. AJ’s was not merely forming, it had been there for a good long time! Nearly since she’d woken up, but she was as calm as everyone else was on the outside. I wondered just how much force it was taking her sphincter to keep her bladder full and shut. AJ reached for another beer and asked Sneha if she would like the same. For the first time, I saw Sneha hesitate before accepting it, no doubt thinking about the load on her distending bladder. Both ladies chugged them down while Parul and Preeti stuck to new bottles of water. It was a good thing the girls had decided to bring such a big cooler, because they were working their way through the drinks with reckless abandon.
At 4 pm we were a mere hour from the fort, but we were also finally passing a coconut water stand, and I knew that the girls loved this type of drink, despite how much they’d already consumed. “Hey, girls! How about a quick pit stop for some coconut water?” I suggested. “Sure!” came back the unanimous reply, all girls saying it brightly. I pulled the car over and we all got out. I ran to some nearby bushes to take a leak while the girls got in line. When I was drained and relieved, I came back to find them talking over their drink selections. The girls seemed intent on splitting two coconut waters between the four of them, but I wouldn’t have that. I went ahead of them on the pretense of paying for the drinks, and when I was finished ordering each girl was laden with her own coconut water to drink. It was more than they were anticipating and I saw some eyes go wide, not AJ’s of course, but no one said a word and they all began drinking. I followed the girls back to the car and gave AJ a playful spank, to which she stiffened up immediately for a second, then returned to her normal, composed self. Then I got back in the car to finish off the drive.
I noticed a hot and heavy tension building in the car as it became 5 pm and we reached Rajmahal Fort. It had been 9 hours with many drinks since Parul, Preeti, and Sneha had taken a bathroom break, and a whopping 21 hours for my poor AJ! As much as everyone was trying to remain normal and carefree, I knew their bladders were filling and in need of emptying. In fact, when we exited the car, I saw that my three friends seemed fairly strained. AJ put on her normal face, but I saw sweat coming down her face and her clenched fists and knew she was putting considerable effort into staying clamped up. “How are you doing, my sweet?” I asked her, putting my arm around her shoulders. We were walking behind the other three. “I am just fine, thank you!” AJ told me enthusiastically. “Mhm…” I replied, suddenly lowering my arm to her waist and palpating her bursting abdomen. I pressed down over her tight shirt and killer latex and felt my hand stopped by her rock hard bladder! The move caused AJ to stop, tense, and glare at me. “Don’t do that, dumbo! Do you have any idea how much I am containing right now??” AJ sneered. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I feigned ignorance, “Do you need a toilet break? No one else has even asked for a stop yet.” “Are you joking?!? My bladder is locked down and under complete control. And that is with no toilet breaks for over 20 hours and only one break in the last 45! Don’t underestimate me…” AJ said angrily. I nodded, rubbed her bladder a little longer, and then we sped up a bit to catch up with my friends.
We all entered the fort area together and began walking around, snapping pictures, and enjoying seeing the sights. The girls were all engrossed with the beauty of the fort, and I was engrossed with the beauty of their swelling abdominal regions! Before I knew it, it was 7 pm and we’d been circling the fort for 2 hours’ time. As much as the girls were enjoying themselves, I knew they were only human and eventually their urgent needs would catch up to them. As I snapped a picture of them all, I saw Preeti looking anxious and fidgeting a bit. Sneha was also keeping her legs close together while walking, and wasn’t making much conversation. Only Parul and my dear AJ looked unaffected by the hot balls of piss in their abdomens. Then Preeti stopped as a bladder wave hit her, and finally she asked the group, “Hey, do you know of any toilets around here? I haven’t been to one all day and it would be really nice to get some relief!” “That’s a good idea! Those beers are really wanting to be let out!” Sneha agreed with her. My friends started craning their necks in search of toilets, but then AJ yelled at them, “Only 11 hours and already you guys are thinking of bathroom breaks?? You aren’t little girls, you know. I don’t want to have to stop what I am doing just because you girls can’t control yourselves like I can.” The others were a little shocked at this outburst, and I knew it was a combination of AJ’s normal attitude and her pained bladder making her angry. Parul stepped up to AJ and said, “Hey, look, everyone needs to pee sometimes. I’ll bet even you will need to pee soon! Look at how much you’ve drunk!” AJ scoffed at this, “I can hold it as long as I want! I am well-trained in that area. My muscles are too strong to be loosened by a little bit of pee.” Parul nodded, then convened with the other girls in low tones for a couple minutes. When they were finished, she looked back at AJ and said, “Well, if that is true, then you’ll have to prove it! We challenge you to outhold the three of us! We may be full, but we’re not even close to bursting and we can hold on for ages! Just ask your boyfriend!” AJ grinned at the prospect of this challenge, and replied, “Let’s get some drinks!”
At 10 pm we checked into our hotel room for the night. It had two beds – one for the three girls, and one for AJ and me. Over the course of the last three hours the girls’ drinking had gone off the charts. AJ made sure everyone was well-hydrated with water bottle after water bottle for the rest of our time at Rajmahal Fort, and everyone had ordered multiple refills of iced tea with dinner. I ran into the bathroom and took a pee while the girls stayed in the bedroom, wishing they could also feel that blessed relief. AJ was at a mind boggling 26 hours without a pee, while the other girls were at an impressive 14 hours since their last relief. Preeti and Sneha were clearly fidgeting and rubbing their legs together, even crossing them when they thought others weren’t looking. Parul and AJ, on the other hand, were simply frowning and exchanging determined glances while pretending as if their bladders were empty and not nearly overloaded with piss. Because of the tight latex wear AJ had on underneath her normal clothes, her bladder bulge appeared the same size as Preeti’s and Sneha’s, and actually smaller than Parul’s enormous lump. We got into bed, with Sneha, Preeti and Parul squishing and squirming into one bed and AJ and myself occupying the other. I put a hand on my lovely girlfriend’s abdomen and felt nothing but steel hardness, and I knew her bladder must be pushing its maximum limits. I pressed a little bit and got no reaction, so I increased the pressure until I got a delicate squirm out of my iron bladdered goddess. AJ began to glare in my direction, but then her tone shifted. It seemed the giant ball of compressed pee she was containing was pressing on her sensitive g-spot and making AJ horny as hell, because she reached around, into my boxers, and began to pull out my aching penis and stroke it! I was in heaven as my piss-full girlfriend put aside her incredible needs to work me over with a handjob. I began to feel her up and she cooed softly and pressed her ass into my crotch before continuing the handjob by reaching behind her back. AJ was a pro, even with a bursting bladder distracting her. This continued for an hour, with AJ edging me repeatedly but refusing to push me over the edge to cumming, and I had to keep myself quiet so the other girls would not hear our fun. I had thought it would be AJ having to stifle moans of bladder pain when we went to sleep, but I was certainly mistaken! Finally AJ let my still-hard penis go, verified that the other girls were now sleeping soundly, and quietly reached down to her purse by the bed. From it she pulled out yet another liter bottle of water, and with a wink to me and then a look of steely defiance, she put it to her lips and drank it down in one go. Oh how my poor AJ’s bladder would cope with the strain! But she made no mention of pee need, instead rolling over next to me to fall asleep. It took a half an hour for my erection to go down and another half hour for me to be tired enough to fall asleep. I couldn’t help but look forward to tomorrow!
I woke up to the sounds of heavy breathing, low moans, squealing, and hushed voices. With one eye open I reached for my phone to check the time – 8 am. Then I turned and was faced with a surprise. It was not AJ whom I was hearing, because she was still fast asleep. I was hearing Parul, Preeti, and Sneha as they fought their bladders in desperation. The girls had successfully lasted an extra night on top of the time they had held their bladders during the last visit to Rajmahal Fort, and with extra drinks to boot! But their now 24 hour bladders were clearly taking a toll on the exhausted friends, as the three were nearly beside themselves trying to contain their waters longer. Parul looked entirely annoyed and was bouncing one leg repeatedly, sweat forming on her brow, concentration bored into her eyes and features. Sneha had her legs double crossed and was sitting on the edge of the bed, grinding her pussy against the bed frame to keep control. Preeti seemed the worst for wear, clutching her crotch and pee dancing near the door. It was clear the three girls were in uncharted territory as far as their bladder capacities were concerned. Through it all AJ was still sleeping peacefully. I was going to let her sleep, but Parul looked at me and asked pointedly, “Can you wake her so that we can go? We need to leave right now if we are to have any chance of getting home dry!” I nudged AJ from her slumber, but told Parul all the same, “Can’t you just use the toilet here in the room if you need it so badly? I did so last night and am about to use it again this morning.” “No! Despite it all we do not want to give that girl the satisfaction of seeing us defeated! If we can all make it home, that’s a tie, and that’s good enough for us….unless AJ loses, of course….or unless she’s already lost. She seems quite calm sleeping there for someone who hasn’t had a pee break for 24 hours! Check her! Did she go during the night??” I waved Parul off, “AJ has tremendous bladder capacity and more than enough willpower to stay dry and not give in during her sleep. Look, she is dry.” To prove my point, I briefly felt AJ’s crotch and then lifted my hand to show no stain of pee on it. AJ’s eyes finally fluttered fully open at my touch, and she greeted me with a smile before remembering where she was and turning her attention to the girls. “Ok, good, you’re up, let’s gooooo!” Sneha pleaded from the bedside. AJ regarded her briefly, nodded, and rose from the bed without so much as a wince, even though she was unrelieved for 36 hours now. “Alright, I agree, let’s go back and see some more of the fort!” Parul groaned in despair, Sneha threw her head back in agony, and Preeti nearly wet herself right there by the door, but none of the girls would give in and reveal that they wanted to go home and gain relief, so off we went without another word, back to Rajmahal Fort!
I soon sensed that this visit would not go as long as the previous day’s. Preeti was hobbling along for all she was worth, Sneha was holding her midsection and groaning constantly, and even the iron horse among them, Parul, was showing significant signs of strain. Preeti and Sneha were sporting impressive bladder bulges, but Parul’s was bloated out far further than either of the others. If the other two were holding in 2 liters, Parul must have been containing 3. AJ’s bladder bulge was now the smallest, constricted as it was by the killing tight latex she wore under her clothes, which, to me, made her calm demeanor even more astonishing. She was walking along, keeping a relaxed face about her, talking and carrying conversation with me normally, and while she was not running around, her movements were not more than a just a little bit stiff. It was crazy for someone containing a 36 hour bladder like herself. I guessed that her bladder had calmed during the night, plus seeing herself so close to victory must have given AJ added adrenaline. But beyond everything else, AJ was simply blessed with an almost perfect ability to control her mammoth bladder, even when other big bladdered girls would be on the verge of erupting with piss. And make no mistake, because Parul, Preeti, and Sneha were all very big bladdered girls, and they were all on the absolute edge of a major eruption.
By 9 am we had walked the grounds a bit more, and AJ stopped at a vendor to get a morning drink. “Oh, God! More water! I can’t!” Preeti cried desperately. Sneha was frantically nodding her head in agreement. I thought for sure AJ would give them hell for their admission of weakness, but instead she chose to emphasize her superiority by replying, “Then don’t. Obviously my bladder is stronger and can hold extra drinks. Unlike you three I can always drink what I want and stay in control as long as is necessary.” “We can stay in control too, but it’s been 25 hours! There are limits!” Sneha said with tremors in her voice. She turned to Parul, “Right, Parul? Tell her!” But to Sneha’s and Preeti’s dismay, Parul was already walking up to the vendor to get her own liter bottle of water. “Bottoms up, AJ!” she said as she began drinking it down, even though her legs were crossed over each other tightly as she did so. AJ gave a grin and began chugging her own bottle, with neither girl stopping until they were ¾ done. I knew these girls had determination, but this was a new level! Internally, I wondered how long AJ could keep up her façade, if it even was a façade, of perfect control in the face of so many hours without a toilet, and by the same token I wondered how long Parul could stand the pressure. Someone had to crack, and while under normal circumstances I would never bet against my darling AJ, the fact was she was containing an additional 12 hours of pressing pee. I couldn’t recall ever seeing her hold passed 30 hours before, but of course I had only been dating her for so long. Perhaps she had limits beyond what even I knew about…
After another hour of walking around, AJ decided it was time for us to go on a guided tour of the Fort. I could see she was sweating and bending over every now and again from the toe-curling pressure of hot piss lapping up against her aching sphincter, but still my AJ was putting on a brave face and refusing to admit her need. Preeti and Sneha, on the other hand, were long passed the point of maintaining calm, openly crying out about their need for a bathroom. Only their misplaced sense of willpower to always remain dry in public kept them from soaking the ground in front of them. Parul was doing better, but the extra water had bloated her bladder out further than I thought was possible, and she was regularly crossing her legs and even holding herself at intervals while complaining that this was “madness”.
So we began the tour, with my four bladder goddesses doing everything in their power to quell the ridiculous urges coming from their overworked bladders. AJ was still succeeding and even appeared to be showing some genuine interest in the tour. The very fact that she could focus on anything besides her horribly pent up pee was astonishing to me! Parul was also still containing herself, albeit clearly using everything she had to do so. In contrast to AJ, Parul looked as though she’d rather be anywhere else, and was not even looking at the tour guide, but rather kept her eyes straight down, looking only at the bulge of her mammoth-sized bladder and where she was walking. Sneha was on the verge of a total bladder meltdown, grasping her vagina openly for all she was worth while also double crossing her legs at regular intervals and kneeling down with them double crossed as low as she could possibly go. Preeti was doing an insane pee dance, which was making it very difficult for me to walk for an entirely different reason, and after an hour of touring she approached me, totally frantic, and whimpered, “Can we pleeeease return home?!? Pleeeease?!? I am bursting! This needs to come out!” Hearing this, Sneha roared her approval, “Yes, listen to her! Hell, even to the hotel at this point! I’ll piss in that foreign toilet, I don’t care anymore! My muscles are just too tired to retain this fluid further!” Preeti nodded rapidly at the suggestion, “Yes, even the hotel toilets! Something! Anything! Don’t make us keep these floods at bay anymore!” AJ snorted with glee at these admissions while I reminded the girls, “You know it has never been me keeping you from the toilets. It’s only your own silly pride to try to outhold my iron bladdered girlfriend that has gotten you into trouble. If you admit defeat to her, perhaps she will give you some mercy.” Parul turned up her nose at this, content to hold longer even as her legs shook, but Preeti could no longer bear the thought of not relieving herself. “AJ! AJ! It is true! After 26 hours I can’t hold any longer! I never thought it would come to this! I didn’t know this competition would go on so long! Please, please, stop with this tour and let us return to the hotel and piss! You win!” she stammered to my grinning girlfriend. AJ nodded, but then replied sadistically, “I haven’t won yet. You say you give up, but you are still holding it. You haven’t given up yet. I’ll only accept your admission when pee runs down your legs, but I have the only key to the hotel room and we are not returning to it unless only one dry girl remains. Outhold me or piss yourself trying.”
Preeti nearly fainted to hear those words from my lovely, but determined, AJ. At that moment all of my friends had to know that they were done for. Seeing other members of the tour staring at her, Preeti gave a last-ditch effort to control herself and return to her position beside Sneha, but halfway there the urge to piss was too great, and she instantly returned to frantic pee dancing. I expected her to lose her load at any moment, but alas, the girl’s bladder was stronger than her willpower. The tour lasted another hour, making it 11 am upon its completion, and while Preeti was still hanging on, her bladder was in its final stages of containment. Her muscles were simply too tired to go on. As the tour group dispersed, Preeti stood in between us all and pinched her legs together even tighter than she had over the last two hours, but it was finally no use. A cascade of pee began pouring out from between her legs, drenching her and soaking the ground beneath her. I took a step back and so did AJ, to avoid being splashed, but Sneha was in no condition to move. As soon as the piss splashed up against her, it was over. Her sphincter was holding by its final power, and with this added complication it gave up the fight, and Sneha began emptying her 27 hour load right next to Preeti’s gusher. The amount of piss that was being forced out of them was mightily impressive, and even AJ was giving an unconscious nod of approval. Onlookers fled this way and that to give the two sodden, still-pissing girls some space, and after a few minutes of solid fire hydrant-like gushing, I turned and noticed Parul. She was gritting her teeth and moving her legs up and down in desperation, trying her damndest to hold on while watching and listening to her two best friends losing their battles with their otherwise unbeatable bladders. For a second I thought she would lose right away as well, but Parul’s bladder was stretched and aching and still holding, come hell or high water. Preeti and Sneha finally finished their massive streams of pee, and the five of us departed the scene as quickly as we could.
AJ again showed her sadistic side by even refusing to return to the hotel to let Sneha and Preeti change into dry clothes. I sensed that her mood was worsening due to the strain of her bladder, compressed so tightly in her maddeningly figure-hugging latex catsuit and contained for 39 hours now. Parul’s own 27 hour bladder bulged out ominously, by contrast, as it had room to expand but also clearly was not going to be able to expand much further before a disaster would take place. Parul’s eyes also bulged out as AJ went and fetched herself a large beer from a vendor. She shook her head disbelievingly and finally refused to match my girlfriend drink for drink. “Any more and I will pop just like them…” she confided. AJ’s smile was as wide as I had ever seen it, “You see, girls, a true lady like me doesn’t need to cut back on her drinking one bit to cope with bathroom needs. She simply clamps down and holds it. Imagine if our hotel bathroom had been out of order? You all would be out of luck, but here I am still acting perfectly normal!” This was not entirely true, as AJ had been keeping her legs close together when the others were preoccupied and was sweating a great deal from her sphincter’s exertions, but she was in much better shape than Parul, and obviously world’s better than the sopping Preeti and Sneha.
At noon Parul asked if we could sit down. Preeti and Sneha quickly jumped in to her defense and made it out like she wanted to sit down so we could eat, but it was obvious that Parul was at her limits and needed to sit to have any hope of keeping her flood at bay. The tides were rising and it was just a matter of time. Regardless, we had not yet eaten on the day, so we accepted this and found an open table in the shade, right by a food vendor. AJ, Sneha, and Preeti went to get the food and drinks, while I stayed to hold the table and keep Parul company. She was vibrating with the effort of keeping her pee concealed in her body, muscles strained and cracking and on the verge of breaking completely. “Your….girl….she’s….too good!” Parul said to me with a quiet dignity. It was not often that I got to see Parul exercise such humility and admit defeat when it came to her bladder. In fact, other than our last trip to Rajmahal Fort, I had never seen it happen! A big wave of urgency ripped through the poor girl and Parul grabbed her crotch with both hands, moaned, and rocked in her seat, fighting to keep control of her pee even a second longer. She somehow rode out the wave and stayed in control of the hot ball of urine packed inside her, earning my admiration. Then the girls returned, bringing pizza and drinks. Everyone had a soda, except AJ, who had both a soda and a second large beer. She had finished her first just before we sat down. I could tell by AJ’s body language that the beer was beginning to make its presence known, coursing through her system and adding a diuretic effect to her bladder’s already bursting state, but my girl could see the finish line now and continued to hold tightly, despite sweating profusely, both from her latex wares and from exertion. Sneha and Preeti sipped their sodas in dismay and ate quietly as they watched their iron bladder champion, Parul, shake and tremble and lose her will to continue fighting, minute after minute after minute. Her bladder bulged out exceptionally, but Parul was barely even attempting to eat and drink, such was her tunnel-visioned focus on holding back her enormous piss load. By the time the meal was finished it seemed that Parul was no longer experiencing wave after wave of bladder urgency, but rather one continuous wave that she fought with her very being to stay in command of.
AJ was licking her lips as sweat poured off of the trembling Parul, her bladder finally bulged out to complete capacity and on the verge of explosion. For just a second, the tremors that shook Parul ceased, and she squinted and asked AJ, “Where…did you get…that beer?” Intrigued, AJ raised one eyebrow and pointed at a stand 20 yards away. Parul nodded, somehow rose to her feet, and walked very carefully in the direction of the stand. “There’s no way she makes it there dry,” Sneha said, just as Preeti observed, “I’m sure she’ll make it there without a leak.” The two looked at each other, but this was not the time for smiling, and so they remained stone-faced. What was their last hope for the contest doing? Where was she going? We watched as Parul’s squirming form, belly bloated out from the sheer volume that she was holdling, queued in the beer tent line, then bought a large beer just like AJ’s and slowly returned to us. Parul’s face was flushed and red as she sat back down, and without saying a word, for she was too tired to do anything else, Parul put the large beer cup to her lips and began to chug. Even AJ’s eyes were going wide as Parul continued downing the 1.25 liter beer without breathing once. In a minute, it was finished, and Parul slammed the empty cup down on the table. “It’s done!” she gasped. The prideful girl paused, winced mightily as the largest tremor of bladder agony yet shook her to her core, and then added, “And so am I.” In a flash, Parul tore off her clothes until she was completely stark naked right out in the open. Her bladder looked like a cantaloupe in her abdomen, and she groaned and held it as finally the pressure became too much to bear. A hard jet of pee began to emanate from her unclad vagina, hissing into the ground beneath the table. Parul grabbed her empty beer cup and stuck it under her to catch the flow. Her sighs of relief were attracting attention, as well as her obvious nudity, but Parul could care about nothing else but the relief she was finally feeling after over 28 hours of bladder torture, fighting an opponent she could not hope to beat even with an advantage. After 30 seconds, the beer cup was brimming, but Parul showed no signs of even slowing her fire hose of a stream, and so the beer cup overflowed and piss continued raining down on the ground beneath them. Parul’s eyes were rolling back in her head and her display of relief was so pronounced that even AJ was crossing her legs to keep from following suit. The deluge of piss continued on for minutes, and Parul was barely even able to consciously look at any of us until her stream had nearly died off completely. The girl had to have been holding close to 3 liters with how much she’d let out, and her newfound emptiness showed with her flat stomach. Blinking herself back into reality, Parul deftly returned her clothes to their proper positions upon her body before we all got kicked off the premise, but it took a good deal longer for the crowd that was watching us to disperse this time around. Sighing heavily, Parul stuck out her hand to AJ and shook, telling my girlfriend, “Good match. You were too much for all of us.”
Our food finished, and the contest finally over, the five of us rose from the table and began walking. Without realizing it, we began to split apart. I was simply following AJ, who was walking back in the direction of the fort, while the other three were walking in the direction of the parking lot. “Aren’t we going back now?” Preeti asked AJ and me, “What more is there to do? And surely you must want to piss by now, AJ! We’re all impressed with your capacity, but we understand that even you will need a relief before much longer.” AJ, prideful til the end, shook her head viciously at this proclamation, replying, “There is no need for me to take a relief. I am not weak enough to just go because I have outlasted you three. Actually I want to keep exploring the fort and the fairgrounds around here. If you three have had enough, you can take one of the public buses home.” I knew the three girls didn’t want to take public transportation home when my car was right there in the parking lot, but what Sneha and Preeti wanted even less was to continue walking around in their wet clothes for the day. With a wave, my three friends departed in the direction of the buses, with Sneha getting in a last word of, “Don’t push yourself too hard, AJ! Use the toilet when you have to! It’s ok!” Then they were gone and it was just my lovely girlfriend AJ and me at the Rajmahal Fort.
Once I saw the three were out of earshot, I turned to AJ and said, “Ok, baby, that was an amazing job! You’ve certainly proved your point to them! Now would you like to go to the car, or did you want to stop at the hotel first so you can pee and have a relaxing car journey home?” AJ regarded me, startled, “Honey, what did you not understand there? I said I wanted to explore the fort and I want to explore the fort.” “Baby, weren’t you just putting on a show for them with that line, to prove your superiority? You’ve pushed yourself really hard and I know that you must be desperate to relieve your aching, compressed bladder, no matter what you say,” I responded honestly. This worked AJ up all over again, “I am not the type of girl who stops what she is doing to take a pee break just because I am uncomfortable! This massive load of piss is contained safely and securely inside of me and it will stay there, no matter how much my bladder tries to blow it out and empty itself. I do not train my sphincter muscles for nothing, nor my bladder capacity, you know. Forget about toilets and let me enjoy this trip!” I nodded, “Ok dear, I will do that. But are you sure you don’t even want to stop to take off your restricting catsuit and let your bladder bulge out normally? Surely that would at least relieve some of the pressure you’re feeling…” “As if I can’t contain that pressure without a second glance! I’ll show you! And why should I get rid of my catsuit? I like to dress with it on and if my bladder decides to bloat inwards instead and cause me greater pressures, so be it. I’ll outwait it like I always do and for the last time, I am not using the toilet at the hotel!” she replied with gusto. I held up my hands, “Ok AJ, ok, you’ve convinced me. I know your full, throbbing bladder is making you irritable, but I don’t mean to say those things to needle you. I am only trying to help! But I’ll do as you say and forget about your bathroom needs, and we can simply enjoy the afternoon together.” “Good!” AJ said defiantly, and off we went to Rajmahal Fort. It was 1 pm, and AJ holding back an incredible 41 hours of aching bladder pressure.
At 8 pm, after an additional 7 hours of sightseeing, it was finally time to head home. AJ’s bladder was now a compressed watermelon, doing everything possible to spew out her crazy 48 hour piss load while she heroically resisted. The afternoon had certainly been a memorable one. For the first two hours since our three friends departed, AJ had managed to keep herself under nearly total control, if only just. Conversation still flowed easily, and she took no more than a couple short breaks to regain her composure when a particularly hard spasm hit her. But as time went on, her voice began to get shakier. Her fidgeting grew more pronounced. Her sentences began to ramble on and then end midway through. And five minute rest breaks for our legs quickly turned into half hour squirm breaks as my stunning iron bladdered girlfriend fought tooth and nail with her bladder in her ongoing effort to remain totally free of piss breaks. Around 4 pm, her full bladder seemingly being pushed all the way up to under her significant bosom by the unforgiving latex catsuit, AJ suddenly stopped in her tracks. We had decided on a guided tour of the south side of the fort, the only part of it we had yet to see, and I saw AJ’s eyes glaze over as she fought with herself to pay attention to the speaker. It was for naught, as after 15 seconds of rigid, unmoving standing, her bladder fighting an all-encompassing war with her nearly overflowing pee on the inside while my AJ tried desperately to look calm and unconcerned on the outside, she let out a loud groan of pain and clutched under her bladder bulge for support. Her legs pigeon toed inwards for a few seconds, hot breath hissing from her lips as AJ gave all the concentration she could muster to the task of keeping her sphincter locked up against this new pressure of piss. Some of the group turned to look at her, but I quickly shooed them away, well aware of how delicate and precarious my girlfriend’s situation was. It took AJ a full minute to regain total control over herself, but even the biggest wave of pressure she had felt in two days was not enough to dislodge her clenched sphincter. I was amazingly impressed, as her 44 hour bladder had prevented even the slightest leak from escaping. Sensing disaster, I went to her and said in a low tone, “Honey, you’ve performed magnificently. Really you have. Let’s go back to the hotel and let you empty out before you disgrace yourself in public like the others.” I expected AJ to either accept my offer or at least think about it before refusing, but it seemed she had much more confidence in her current predicament than I did, because she replied angrily, “What did I ask of you once we were alone?? Do not mention my need! I am fine! It was a bladder spasm that felt like death, because this damn catsuit is giving me no room to expand, and so the pressure on my sphincter is constantly multiplied beyond anything you or the other girls have ever felt. But I am used to challenges like this, even after almost two days! I will cope and I will not stop to use a bathroom!” I was taken aback, but replied with a question, “So does that mean you will continue to behave normally and not act as though your bladder is full to the brim with boiling piss?” “Of course, dumbo! What else do you expect of me?” AJ shot back. I nodded, then walked away to a nearby vendor, only returning once I had paid for another large beer for my iron-willed girlfriend. Her eyes went wide as she saw my plan, but she steeled her face and body language and gave no other sign of her dismay. “Then AJ, if you are sure you are going to keep up with living normally, I know that you would have no problem drinking this beer.” AJ’s eyes were filled with contempt, for she knew the pain and desperation this additional diuretic fluid would bring, and yet her ego still overrode her better judgment and she spat back, “Even after almost two days without a relief, with this damned catsuit on, having already drank more than Parul, Preeti, and Sneha did just to prove a point, you’re still not convinced of my abilities and want to push me further! Fine! This is my THIRD beer of the day and I will contain it just like I have contained everything else!” With that, she grabbed the beer from me and hastily chugged the entire thing down in a single go. I knew the move would come back to haunt her, but AJ was manic in her conviction to hold longer still, and so I said nothing more.
But by 8 pm we had seen everything there was to see, and most vendors were closing up shop for the night. Darkness was falling, and neither myself nor AJ was interested in paying for a second night at the hotel room. I am sure that another reason that AJ didn’t want to stay longer was that her iron control was finally slipping. The third beer had put her kidneys into overdrive, and within an hour of it I could tell AJ was being pumped full of new liquids desperate for escape. For the last two hours AJ had made only spotty conversation and had resorted to keeping her fists clenched at all times, either balled up at her sides or clutching the sides of her jeans that she wore over her catsuit. She was also stamping her feet rapidly every minute or two, finally having to resort to the measures taken by desperate schoolgirls to keep control of her massive 48 hour bladder. We turned in the hotel room key, and even while I chatted with the front desk associate, AJ was helplessly fidgeting around the lobby. I could not call it a full blown pee dance, especially after Preeti’s display hours before, but AJ was reaching her limits, both in terms of her capacity and her sphincter’s nearly untireable strength. Even AJ had a max, much as she wanted to deny the cruel fact. And even though I loved the torture she put herself through, I also loved her, and I was conflicted about seeing her finally push too far and lose control like the others. But not conflicted enough not to get one last beer for AJ for the road from the final open beer vendor…
We made for the car and AJ curled up into a ball in the passenger seat, shoving her hands between her legs, and yet somehow still removing them from time to time to work on her fourth beer. The girl was insatiable when it came to bladder punishment. She was now out of the public eye, and so she was forced to do everything necessary to keep her pressing pee shut inside her spasming, painful bladder. “Are you ok AJ?? Is there anything I can do?” I asked with concern in my voice. It was not often I saw my confident girl in this amount of trouble with her unbreakable bladder. AJ took a moment to compose herself before responding, “You have no idea the hell of this catsuit, or of this pressure. I will endure! Just drive! Drive!” I nodded, fastened my seatbelt, and immediately gunned it out of the parking lot. I knew it was dangerous, but AJ’s words and her situation spurred me on with renewed adrenaline and I drove onto the highway going well over the speed limit. I knew it had taken hours upon hours to reach Rajmahal Fort the previous morning, but at the rate of speed I was driving, I figured I could get us home in 4 hours if I avoided being pulled over. With AJ in the state she was, it was a risk I was willing to take.
At 10 minutes after midnight, our car screeched into the parking lot of our apartment building. We were nearly out of gas, and two times I was sure a police officer had seen me, but we’d made it. And AJ had also made it, by the skin of her teeth. She was full of surprises, even during the drive. At 10 pm, halfway through the mad rush home, I felt a light thunk against my temple. I turned and saw that it was the plastic beer cup that AJ had thrown at me….and she had thrown it at me because it was empty. The crazy girl had drank down a full 4 beers on a bladder that was already 36 hours full when she woke up that morning! She managed a small smile before returning to the unenviable task of holding all that liquid within herself a while longer. I just shook my head in disbelief and kept driving. In the last hour, AJ impressively seemed to have a modicum of control over her quivering sphincter muscle, and she was putting on a front of being used to the pain her totally overstretched bladder was putting her through. But when we got out of the car and began to walk to our apartment, AJ’s more than 52 hour bladder rebelled. Her overtaxed sphincter was trying madly to hold tight, but as AJ was forced to double over and shove her hands deep into her crotch, I wondered if the end was nigh, and so close to her own toilet! We rushed inside, AJ now finally doing a full blown pee dance as I struggled with my keys to unlock the door, and then we were inside! She had done it! With a cry of joy, AJ fled to the bathroom while I sat down on the sofa. I was absolutely exhausted from driving like a madman for four hours straight, to the point that I was ok with just hearing AJ’s amazing torrent instead of watching her spew out her piss first hand.
I waited for a few minutes, hearing nothing of the sort, and got curious. Before I could investigate further, AJ came out of the bathroom, wearing only a skimpy pair of short shorts and a sports bra. Her body was covered in a damp sweat, evidence of the torture she had put herself through. And was still putting herself through, because I was also coming face to face with the largest bladder bulge I had ever seen! It really was like a watermelon in her abdomen. The bulge of AJ’s 52 hour bladder was perhaps one and a half times larger than that of Parul just before she gave in and peed herself, all those hours ago. “My dear….aren’t you going to use the toilet now? You did it! You made it back and through the entire trip, even though it went much longer than planned! You are a true bladder goddess!” I could see the effort in her eyes, and I could see how every muscle in her body was taut and wracked with pain as AJ said, “Oh no, honey. As you said, I am a bladder goddess, and I will prove it by behaving with a 52 hour bladder as I would with an empty one. I certainly…don’t….need a toilet (It took her an amazing amount of effort to add the ‘don’t’ into that sentence), but I only needed to get out of that airtight catsuit! It was squashing my bladder like crazy! I am settled and committed to holding!” She said this even as I noted that she seemed to be at her absolute limits. The white bowl was just a door away and had to be incredibly inviting, but somehow my AJ’s willpower was such that she could resist it, even while changing out of her catsuit just mere inches from it. I bade her to sit next to me and could feel her shaking frame. AJ’s body was not meant to be going through the torment she was forcing upon it, and I knew it was only seconds until she would break. She simply had to. But she did not.
Midnight turned to 1 am, which turned to 2 am, and still AJ made no move to relieve herself, even as the shaking of every fiber in her body grew and grew. Her bladder jutted out unnaturally from her, but she would not give in to it, and even let me touch and stroke it while gritting her teeth to fight back a yell. The unbelievable amounts of effort she was putting forth finally did get the better of her…but not of her bladder. At 2 am, with 54 hours separating her from her last release of pee, AJ fell into a light, unstable sleep. Within five minutes of her going out, I realized just how tired I was as well, and sleep soon followed for me too.
I woke up at 9 am and saw that AJ was also coming out of her slumber. Immediately upon waking she groaned loudly and reached out to caress her swollen bladder, which now nearly resembled a beach ball. She almost had tears in her eyes from the pain, and I wondered how it must feel to go from a peaceful sleep to waking up and instantly feeling the bladder agony she was feeling. “AJ, darling, perhaps a morning pee is necessary?” I ventured softly, not wanting to upset her first thing in the morning. AJ shook her head in disgust, “If there’s one thing you know about me, it’s that I don’t…need…to take morning pees. And that isn’t about to change now. I don’t care how big the pee inflates my belly. It’s staying put!” She said it even as her legs shook frantically from the strain of holding back 61 hours’ worth of ridiculously pent up pee. I gave her a few minutes to change her mind, but when she did not I got up and went into the bathroom to use it myself. I saw her crumpled catsuit laying on the floor by the bathroom sink from where she had torn it off to be comfortable again, or at least as comfortable as was possible in AJ’s present condition. I took my minute long morning piss, sighed with relief, and exited the restroom. AJ had clearly heard my stream, because she was now sitting up, clutching her bloated belly, and trying not to be overly obvious about bouncing up and down. I made us breakfast, as AJ was in no condition to help, despite her telling me otherwise while rocking on the couch, and we ate and drank in relative silence. And AJ wouldn’t be AJ if she didn’t consume two cups of coffee along with her juice for breakfast, which led to me marveling her bladder strength even more. She was primed and ready to pop, and still AJ refused to admit her need.
With no plans for the day, we laid on the couch and cuddled and watched some television. AJ was the epitome of uncomfortable, shifting positions every minute and becoming more and more frustrated with her body’s failings. The coffee was her undoing, and it seemed she would simply HAVE to pee before her body made the choice for her. “It seems nature is calling. Perhaps you ought to listen to it…” I implored as AJ repositioned herself for the tenth time in five minutes, jarring me from a nice spooning spot. I was as hard as iron laying with her in this state, but the part of me that wanted to see my lovely girlfriend relaxed again was growing, even outpacing my tremendous lust for her bladder desperation. “If nature is calling, I am not picking up the phone to answer!” AJ swatted the idea away, crossing her legs and thrusting her hands in between her legs. As AJ’s desperation reached its zenith, she stood up from her seat and began squatting and fanning her legs every minute. Little moans of effort were escaping her lips involuntarily, and beads of sweat were pouring down her face and body once more. Her cleavage seemed like it was directing a river, and her whole body glistened. By noon, with an incredible 64 hours now gone by without relief, AJ’s desperation somehow reached even greater heights. She alternated between doing a pee dance that would put Preeti to shame, fast walking all over the living room, nearly sprinting back and forth, and then curling up in a ball on the sofa and bobbing her knees up and down recklessly. AJ’s sphincter was clearly passed any normal limits of exhaustion and was surviving to hold only on willpower alone. And while AJ’s reservoir of willpower was unmatched, so to was the astounding volume of the reservoir of urine within her maxed out, burning bladder.
I kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting for the inevitable flood to come. Even AJ was not immune to nature, no matter what she wanted to believe. I knew she wanted to hold on longer, til infinity if possible, but it was clear she was done in. Her sphincter was mere seconds away from cracking and letting her floodwaters cascade out over the living room floor. Even AJ seemed to realize it when I looked into her eyes, though she still fought like a demon to contain herself further. With AJ’s pride still somehow refusing to let the poor girl empty her engorged bladder, I sat back to watch her lose control. A new wave of urgency ripped through my iron bladdered girlfriend, then another, and another. There seemed to be no delay in between the waves anymore. AJ was vibrating with need, her eyes going starry, muttering “Hold…hold…never pee…never pee…” under her breath, but she was teetering on the edge and I could see the dam was about to be breached.
It was 1 pm, AJ on the absolute brink of destruction, a mind-bending 65 hours gone by since she’d had that relieving before bed piss, when my phone vibrated. I forced myself to tear my eyes away from my exploding girlfriend to check it. It was a text from Sneha. “Hey, do you guys fancy doing lunch today? We just wanted to show that there are no hard feelings about the way the trip ended! 2 pm at our usual café?” I read the text, breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked up at AJ. She could not be still even for a minute as I talked to her, “AJ – Sneha, Preeti, and Parul want to have lunch with us in an hour. I think it is a good idea. But I know you are in no state to be in public right now. Please, please, you have proven yourself above and beyond what is necessary. Go into the bathroom, get in that shower, cool yourself off, and piss to your heart’s content while you are in there. It will feel even better with the water running down you as you let out your own waters. Then we can both relax together and have a nice meal with friends. Ok?” AJ looked at me, her eyes going buggy from the pain she was feeling, and I could see her face go deep into thought for a full minute before she answered, “…….no, I will hold….” But her voice finally, FINALLY lacked conviction, and I knew that this time I could convince her, because she herself knew that trying to hold further was hopeless. She was seconds from wetting herself. “No, you will go and pee in that shower, and then we’ll go and get lunch. Ok?” I repeated myself. AJ stared me down until the pee urgency overwhelmed her, and after 65 hours she replied, “……Ok, I’ll pee.” That was it. The words had been said. I smiled widely, gave her a light hug, making sure not to rub against her bladder, which by now seemed to even be pushing her ribs up a little, and got a change of clothes for her and laid them in the bathroom while she slowly managed to rise from her seat for the final time. AJ clutched herself and half-walked, half-waddled to the bathroom, finally having hit her true outer limit and survived to pee in her own bathroom, gave me one more small smile, and shut the door behind her. From outside the door, I heard her clothes come off, and then a minute later the shower began to run. Maybe I was imagining it, but I thought I heard a sigh of relief a minute after that. 65 hours of holding, and finally my perfect AJ could be comfortable again…at least until her next hold. I smiled to myself and began to get dressed to go out.
Epilogue
I had picked out for AJ a pair of sexy tight jeans and a shirt that showed off her ample cleavage, and when she came out of the bathroom at 1:45 wearing it and looking slim, trim, and confident after her surely orgasmic release of pee, I couldn’t have been happier. My girlfriend was stunning! We walked to the café together and arrived a few minutes after 2, where Parul, Preeti, and Sneha were all waiting for us. We ate and drank and laughed together, and the three of them forgave AJ for her maniacal desire to see them all wet themselves in disgrace. All in all, I was amazed at how well they took it, although perhaps I shouldn’t have been, considering that peeing themselves was getting to become commonplace for the three whenever they travelled to Rajmahal Fort. AJ seemed to be forcing her happy demeanor, but I knew that she still saw them as competitors and that would take a while to fully die down. AJ had also found renewed energy after finally peeing, as she was bouncing her legs up and down to burn off the excess. It was clear we were all still tired from the ordeal, with AJ in particular sitting stiffly after we’d finished our meal and talked for a while. I was wanting to do with a nap myself at this point, so I bade the girls goodbye and tried to leave with AJ. The three insisted on walking us back to our apartment, which caused AJ to tense up briefly. We continued making small talk during the 20 minute walk, though AJ was speaking up less and less as we got closer to our destination. She even made us stop once for a minute on the pretense of having a cramp in her leg, “After all that walking we did at the fort!” she said. Finally we reached our building, and as the other three girls said their goodbyes and walked away, I saw just how much AJ was sweating, even though the sky was overcast. “Are you ok, dear?” I asked, concerned for her, and she gave me a curt nod. We went up the steps and into our apartment, and as soon as I closed the door behind us AJ crouched down on her heel and clutched her abdomen and crotch for all she was worth.
“Oooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” she wailed, rooted to the spot. I was dumbfounded and my heart was racing from worry, “AJ, what’s wrong?! Are you ok? Do you need anything?” “Oooooohhhhh! I don’t know if I could have lasted a second longer without giving in back there! Ooooohhhhh! So bad! It’s so bad!” she cried out. “What are you talking about??” I shouted in confusion. “I NEED TO PEE!” AJ screamed. Her face was beet red and she had yet to move from her crouch. I didn’t know what to make of it, “But you just went, dear! Do you mean to tell me you already have to go again??” At this, AJ managed to turn her head just enough so that she was facing me, and she said, “I didn’t go.” I was incredulous, “What do you mean you didn’t go?? I saw you go into the bathroom! You don’t have a bladder bulge anymore! You just went out and had lunch with my friends and acted fine.” “All…a…ruse…Had to prove…I could…do it!” she sputtered. In one swift motion, AJ rose to her feet, tore down her jeans, and tore off her top, revealing the catsuit, the same one she’d worn to Rajmahal Fort, the same one I’d last seen crumpled up in the bathroom, pulled to maximum tightness. She’d put it on even tighter than when she’d worn it out on the trip to the fort, and not a hint of bladder bulge showed thanks to the firm latex material. With a cry of agony, AJ unzipped the catsuit and flung it from her body. Now standing naked before me, her bladder was free to swell in all of its glory. It was somehow bigger than I’d ever seen, and her proportions were so enhanced because of it that it took me a few seconds to fully register what I was seeing.
“You….you faked your piss? You went out and managed to act normally even though you were out of your mind with desperation?? It’s…it’s 3 pm now! You haven’t peed in 67 hours!” I couldn’t believe the explanation even as it left my mouth, but AJ gasped, “Yes! It’s all true! It was torturous like nothing you can contemplate! With the catsuit on, my bladder….felt like…it was occupying my entire….lower half….but I…I did it!” AJ stared at me, and her eyes were full of crazed lust and desperation. Before I could reply, heck, before I could even think of what to reply with, AJ flung herself at me and began kissing me with reckless abandon. I kissed back, so she kissed me more forcefully, hungrily. Before I knew it we were making out like animals, slowly staggering in the direction of the bathroom without ever taking our lips from one another. We reached the bathroom and I tried to release a little to give her a chance to sit down on the porcelain bowl and relax, but instead AJ pushed me into the shower stall. Her eyes were ravenous, though whether it was with pee need or fuck need I did not know. Hell, knowing the state she was in, it was probably both! Despite her bladder’s condition, AJ ripped the clothes from my body and squatted down, then started giving me an expertly done blowjob. I was throbbing like crazy from this turn of events, and it was all I could do not to cum. I let her service me for five minutes, all the while with both hands clutching her crotch as she fought to keep her pee in, even now. Her bladder suffering had pushed her horniness to new heights! Then I stood her back up, squatted down, and began to go down on her instead. When my tongue hit her clit AJ immediately shrieked and pounded her fist into her leg. “Fuck! No! No cumming! No pissing! Must hold it all! No pissing!” AJ screamed aloud as I continued to torment her with my tongue. She was sopping wet, but I did not detect a single drop of pee, only girl cum. After a few minutes of torturous licking, I reached around her and deftly turned on the water of the shower. AJ shrieked all over again as the water hit her, and she tensed up to an amazing degree, and I waited for the first fresh drops of piss to storm out of her cavernous tankard of a bladder. Still she held it!
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, bent AJ over slightly, and thrust my hardness into her tensed cunt. This time AJ’s yell of pleasure was so high-pitched I thought the bathroom mirror would shatter. The amount of pain and pleasure she was enduring was mind-boggling. I could barely get more than half of my penis into her on each thrust, such was the volume of space contained by her piss-laden bladder. And she was so tight from all the clenching she’d been doing for hours upon hours that it was like a vice. I was having to stop and start to avoid cumming deep into her, and AJ was shouting constantly, “Never pee! Never cum! Never pee! Never cum!” while she writhed in agony. Somehow, my girlfriend let me have my way with her for about 10 minutes before turning the tables. She released me from her grip, shoved me down onto the bathtub, and squatted down on me, fucking me cowgirl style despite the immense pressure she had to feel every time she made her descent. AJ’s capacity to handle bladder pain knew no bounds. She rode me for 5 minutes before I couldn’t take it anymore, and with my own cry of agony I spurted deep within her.
My orgasm went on for nearly a minute before I came back to reality, and when I did AJ had turned off the shower and was drying off, mere feet from the toilet. She was shaking from piss need, and the look in her widened eyes was one that was far beyond distress at her situation, but even still, AJ did not pee. She had not cum either, and I knew she was the furthest thing from calm as she stood and watched me get up. I took a deep breath when AJ said, matter-of-factly, “I can’t hold it. It’s about to come out.” She was fidgeting, and I could tell her twitching, overworked sphincter was completely exhausted. Her bladder was maxed out and then some. Nothing more could be contained in that beautiful sphere in her abdomen. “What are you going to do?” I asked breathlessly. “I’m going to get a beer,” my girlfriend with the bladder of steel told me, and she walked out of the bathroom she had last used over 67 hours ago to find the six pack in our fridge, still unrelieved.
Alternate Ending
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, bent AJ over slightly, and thrust my hardness into her tensed cunt. This time AJ’s yell of pleasure was so high-pitched I thought the bathroom mirror would shatter. The amount of pain and pleasure she was enduring was mind-boggling. I could barely get more than half of my penis into her on each thrust, such was the volume of space contained by her piss-laden bladder. And she was so tight from all the clenching she’d been doing for hours upon hours that it was like a vice. I was having to stop and start to avoid cumming deep into her, and AJ was shouting constantly, “Never pee! Never cum! Never pee! Never cum!” while she writhed in agony. Somehow, my girlfriend let me have my way with her for about 10 minutes before turning the tables. She released me from her grip, shoved me down onto the bathtub, and squatted down on me, fucking me cowgirl style despite the immense pressure she had to feel every time she made her descent. AJ’s capacity to handle bladder pain knew no bounds. She rode me for 5 minutes before I couldn’t handle it anymore, and with my own cry of agony I spurted deep within her.
AJ immediately jammed her hands into her crotch, forcing my dick further into her indirectly. My cum had triggered my iron bladdered girlfriend’s pee need with renewed, unstoppable vigor, as another liquid that wasn’t pee made its presence known in and around her. AJ clawed at herself madly, doing anything possible to remain in control of the massive amounts of fluids inside of her. She rose off of me, climbed out of the bathtub, and began pee dancing frantically next to the toilet. “Don’t need it….don’t need it…don’t need it…” she chanted to herself, while her cramping bladder and flagging sphincter disagreed. In a last ditch effort, AJ double crossed her legs, squatted down in front of the toilet, clutched her vagina with both hands, and sat on her heel all at the same time. With her muscles finally giving up after over 67 hours of torment, she was resorting to brute force to keep her incredible load of pee inside her for a moment longer. But it was no use, because my AJ finally had to pee. With a primal yell, she planted herself on the toilet, removed her hands, spread her legs, and held onto her pee through sheer willpower and determination. My girlfriend, bladder of steel and all, made direct eye contact with me as the seconds ticked by, breath puffing shakily in and out of her, legs quivering, her unimaginable bladder load still kept within herself.
Then her will finally broke, and piss flooded out of AJ’s vagina for the first time in nearly 3 full days. AJ moaned as loudly as I’d ever heard her, the pee streaming out of her in a complete torrent. The amount that she had kept dammed up was nearly unthinkable, and her tortured, tired bladder was doing all it could to force every last drop out immediately. The result was the thickest stream of piss I had ever seen. The hiss of it was easily louder than the shower, and Parul’s capacity was outstripped before AJ’s stream had even slowed down. This was a girl with a bladder to die for, and she had pushed herself to the absolute limits. It took 6 minutes for AJ’s impressive downpour of a piss to run dry, and when it did I went right back to her to kiss her again. Reaching my hand down, I began to frig her clit to give her the orgasm she hadn’t gotten, the orgasm she had resisted all this time, the orgasm she – “Stop!” AJ cried, squirming on the toilet seat. In an instant I pulled my hand back, “What is it?” I asked. “I don’t want to cum. I don’t deserve it,” AJ said with conviction. “What?? Of course you do!” I responded loudly. “No,” AJ said, a twinkle in her eye, “First, I need to hold it longer.” |
I decided to rehash the fanfic I wrote a couple years ago. Yes, this same story is already here on this site, but that's the old version under my old account. This one is new, better, and isn't written in the style that was popular, and expected to a degree when I was younger. So here we are, omo written in my style the way I like it.
Amaimon managed to squeeze himself into Mephisto's lap despite the elder being at his desk. “Hey, bro, I'm bored. Let's play a game.” He poked at the orders cheek to exaggerate his point.
Mephisto’s brow twitched, “I'm working, I can't play with you, even if I could, I wouldn't. Now get off my lap, you're not a toddler anymore.”
He whined and put his head below the other's chin. He preferred to be close to his brother, and he found out recently that pouting or whining was the best way to make Mephisto tolerate his presence.
It didn't work, the man just stood up, propelling the wheeled chair out behind him and effectively dropping Amaimon to the floor. “Stop that. I need to work.”
“But I want to play. Just one game.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Fine, annoying little brother, ONE game. I get to choose.”
The younger perked up, “Okay, what game is it?”
“One I just made up. It's quiet because I still have to work, but I think it will keep you occupied.” ‘And it will put you in your place.’ He added mentally.
“You're not going to be playing with me?”
“No. Now shush, I'll tell you the rules.” He snapped his fingers and procured a is pack of strawberry sodas and slammed them on his desk. “You can’t go into the rooms off of this room, just this single room. You have to drink at least one soda during every twenty minute time frame, but you can try drinking them all now if you want. The objective is to get to finish all of these sodas and last two hours without leaving the room. If you can't do that, I win.”
Amaimon groaned, “But that doesn't seem very fun.”
Mephisto clicked his tongue, “How about we wager something? If I win, you can't bug me while I'm working for the rest of the month,”
“And if I win, you have to play with me whenever I want.” He grabbed a can of soda off the desk and opened it, “This will be easy, do you just intend to bore me?”
Oh? Had the boy not used any human functions since he had gotten to this realm? Well, this would be...interesting.
“You’ll see in a bit. Go sit down and be quiet, and take the soda with you so you're not constantly moving.”
He nodded and grabbed the sodas before going to lie on the couch.
Not five minutes later Mephisto stood up. “I need to go to a school board meeting now. Be good and don't leave the room, and don't cheat. You know I'll know when I get back.” He started out the door then paused, “You can call me if you need anything.”
The boy on the couch scoffed around the soda can. He lowered the drink and spoke, “Why would I need to call you? I can handle myself for what, two hours?”
He nodded, “It might be longer, but I'll hurry back.”
The boy nodded from his position on the couch.
Not an hour and a half later, he was squirming in place. He raised a can to his lips and took a sip of the strawberry flavored soda.
Before he could even chug half of the drink, his squirming abruptly stopped as he started to leak.
With a gasp, he threw one hand to his crotch where the hot liquid was coming from. He stifled a gasp as he set down his pop with a shaking hand. With one hand free now, he fumbled for his phone.
As quickly as he could, he dialed his brother and put the phone to his ear. The moment his brother answered he startled speaking, his voice rushed and full of concern.
“Aniki, I'm broken! I'm leaking! Help me,” he sobbed heavily through his words.
“What do you mean?” Mephisto tried to hold the smirk out of his voice.
“I don't know, there's a pressure in my lower stomach, and I'm leaking water or something! Am I going to die?”
He chuckled, “You're not dying. Can you wait a little? Im almost done with this meeting.”
Amaimon shifted his position and slowly removed his hand only to quickly put it back in position with a sharp inhale as it leaked again. “No. I can't. Come home, please.”
He frowned, not that it could be seen. “I'm on my way. Just sit still.”
He huffed and hung up. There wasn't much else he could do other than sit and keep a hand grasping his crotch as he squirmed.
Minutes later, Mephisto walked in. Still smirking, he walked to his younger brother. “So, you're dying, huh?”
He nodded, small tears budding in his eyes as he pouted. “It's serious, don't laugh.”
“You're not dying though, I already told you. This is a common occurrence in humans, or at least young ones. And now that you are in a human body, I'm not surprised this is happening.”
“What? What's happening?”
He chuckled again, “You're peeing.”
Just at his tone, a light blush appeared on his skin. “How do I fix it?”
“You don't. You go to the bathroom.”
He stood up, a hand still shoved in his crotch. “Okay. Let's go.”
The older shook his head, “It's not socially acceptable to go with more than one person. Besides,” he gestured to the soda can on the coffee table, “I don't think you finished your drink so. You can't leave the room unless you finish.”
Amaimon huffed and picked up the soda. He started drinking again, but before he could finish, he gasped loudly and dropped the small aluminum can, causing the pink liquid to splash on the floor. A moment later, more liquid joined it with a pitter patter.
As the piss ran down his legs, Amaimon's pants slowly grow darker and heavier.
For the last time that evening, Mephisto chuckled at his poor blushing brother. |
Alright, time to try something fresh. And by fresh i mean recycling one of my characters from my previous stories. And doing a multi part thing.
Tepig: you know, the last time you tried that, you didn't get jack sh*t of a comment, right?
First of all, how did you know that!? Second of all, yes, but in all honesty, I was kind of slacky in that one. This will be a fresh one, and i'll actually try to do a good job!
Tepig: MysteriousMr is doing his own PKMN story though. won't people think you're just ripping him off?
He never came up with the idea of the Pokestone though!
Tepig: riiight. crappy device, crappy name, zoan ripoff.
Shut your trap or i'll be having porkchops for dinner! Alright, onto the story.
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I bet you're expecting us to start the story in the happy hearty setting of the overworld. Pokémon enjoying life and people going on their enjoyable routines, all in a grassy green and crystal blue area where we will start a happy beginning.
Well we're not. Deal with it. *THUG LIFE*
We start off at Alcatraz prison, an island hidden in the Doom Pillars, in a storm full of thunder and whirlpools, in the Bermuda triangle. This is where they keep the world's most dangerous villain to ever exist. Him and his single pokemon have been kept here for the last... five minutes I guess. Because right now they're breaking through all the defenses. again. Like, they're just burning through all the defenses, leaving nothing but death and carnage.
"Attention! Code red! more units down! Send in everything we got! we can't let this guy esc-"
Blood splattering was what came next, and the caller fell to her knees, with a giant hole in her chest.
"Hello!? Amanda!? You still there!?"
A man picked up the phone with his left hand and uttered into the call: "mission failed".
"MetalFist!"
After completely destroying the prison, MetalFist and his pokemon flew away, into the storms.
"Heh. They can capture us, but they can't keep us locked. I don't even know why they try, right Claw?"
"Right."
Now then, concerning the two, MetalFist is known as the world's most deadly outlaw. He wears a black jacket, black pants and some carbonado colored boots. He also has black hair combed back in a douche look, and his right arm is a robot effigy, which gives him the nickname MetalFist. How he lost his arm, only he knows. MetalFist was responsible for causing chaos around the world, destroying towns and harming innocent civillians. His partner/pokemon Shadow Claw is a shiny charizard with a dark aura around him. These two joined together because of their hatred on the world and plans to create the next apocalypse. Anyways, these two flew off to a large airship home to a gang of evil members known as Team Nightmare. They plan on gaining the power they need to rule the world, by any means necessary. Now then, when MetalFist entered the room where the boss was, he sat down and they started a chat.
"What do you want, Metal? I already told you we're not making any deals anymore."
"Well, I heard you were planning on fining the power you need, and I was thinking could help you out with that."
"No deal bub. There's always a catch that you never pay off. It'll take a lot to make up for all the deals you made. Then i'll CONSIDER making your deal."
Just then, Claw entered the room, holding a slip of paper in his hand, and gave it to Metal. The paper had a photo of a Pikachu with a green hoodie, wearing a cheery smile on his face. The poster read:
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE
Zapp
Reward: $1 billion
"What if I were to go after this kid?" Metal asked as he set the paper on the boss's desk. One look and his face went from serious and pissed to slightly startled.
"Woah, that's a suicide mission right there. That kid's been the reason we've gotten nowhere near getting our missions completed."
"He's just a kid." Metal said assuringly. "How hard can he be?"
"He may be young, but he can hit hard. He's teamed up with the three mortal entities that we need power-drained." He pulled up three papers and set them down next to each other. One was a young squirrel with yellow cheeks, and making a winking face with sparks of lightning coming from her closed eye. She had flaps on her arms that represented a wingsuit and wore a scarf with a particular pattern.
The second one was a green snake with a yellow outline. He was in a serious pose, but was smiling. His eye was a snake eye, but black with a bright green pupil representing the snake's large pupil, and wore a scarf similar to the picture on the first paper.
The third picture had a large badger chewing on a chunk of meat. He had cyan fur and flames coming off the top of his head and his back. He was wearing a red bandanna around his neck, and you could see a puff of smoke coming from where his nostril would be.
"These are who we would call 'GPU', which stands for god's power users. They happen to have ingested liquids from the drink of the gods which gives mortals extreme power beyond that of their species. You'd have to have all the luck in the universe if you want to survive a fight with them."
"I'll make sure you get your share of their power. Come on Claw, we got a child to kill."
With that, they went outside and flew off.
*switching plots*
Alright, so now we're going to the actually peaceful environment setting. Here, we're starting at Mity town. More specifically, the town's famous area, heart lake. At this spot is where a certain group of pokemon are enjoying the morning in the best way possible: PARTY TIME!
*intermission*
Alright, just because I feel it'll make things seem more fitting, i'm putting some recommended voices for the characters. and for some reason all these characters in this particular entry I felt could have the voices of one piece English dubbed characters. so here:
Zapp: Luffy
Buizel: Sanji
Snivy: Sabo (adult)(sice I cant find sabo's English dubbed voice just go off the Japanese voice with English language)
Quilava: Franky
Zorua: Robin
Emolga: Nami
yes, I know this is a story, not an actual film, but... well, it's mine so I can do what I want. And it just seems more fitting to me. and I'm not forcin
*end of intermission*
Okay, so it's not the classic 'sweet rave lights and badass music' party you'd expect, but it's good for them. There's a radio, and a large bucket full of milk. Where... where did they even get the milk?
Everyone was sort of doing their own thing. Chatting, drinking, or grooving out to the music.
"Woohoo! Having a good time!" A young Pikachu with a green hoodie was partying along. "You were right guys, I feel great!"
"Parties always make me feel happy, I was thinking you would like it buddy." Buizel said with a smile. He always did like helping his best buddy. He then continued to take a sip of the milk. They actually have 6 shot glasses, one for each of the pokemon (including Zapp's pikachu body) due to the fact that Quilava is the tallest of them, and he's only 2'11". Jeez, and I thought I was short.
"You kids enjoying the party?" Quilava asked his friends while brushing his head with his paw.
"Well, it's not much of a rave, but I like the milk." Emolga drank the entire glass with a single gulp.
"Easy there, gulper." Snivy said in his regular tone. "That's the fifth glass, and you know milk goes through you pretty quickly."
"It'll be fine buddy. Besides, you don't get milk like this everyday."
Everyone continued to enjoy the good break from dealing with the annoying trainers and people asking them for stuff. For literally just a few minutes. Then a man came over and knelt down to speak with them.
"You Zapp?" The man asked.
"What if I am?" Zapp replied, in a mildly suspicious yet annoyed tone.
"Oak needs you back at his lab. Says he needs you to do something for him."
After the man left, Zapp sighed and turned back into his human form. He was wearing blue jeans, red sneakers, his green hoodie, and rubber fingerless gloves. He had yellow eyes and black hair combed forward and up.
Zapp sighed. "Well, let's get going. Hey, where's Emolga?"
Emolga jumped out of a bush near where Quilava was, and brushed herself off. "Hey guys, i'm ready." She said nervously.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, just... just thought I saw a coin."
"Alright, well let's go. Oak probably wants me to grab his mail again."
*at the lab*
"Alright, Zapp, I need you to-"
"If it's about getting your package again, i'm not doing it." Zapp interrupted.
"Oh, no, i'm not asking for a package. I was just going to inform you about something I believe would fit your interests."
Oak gave Zapp a stone tablet with some pictures and random letters written on it. Zapp attempted to read it, but this is all he could see.
"Skiorbanelgawugen- what language is this?"
Zorua turned into her human form and grabbed the tablet from Zapp. Don't worry, she had clothes on.
"Wealth, fame, power." Zorua read. "These were all possessed by the great John Champ, the original pokemon champion. After dying of blood clots from standing in the room for life, his last note read 'I left all my treasure scattered around the world, with clues to find it. You want it, go find it!' however, for hundreds of years, nobody has found it and eventually it was forgotten. Until someone finds this, that is."
"Alright... so why are you showing us this?" Zapp asked, still confused about what Oak wanted.
"I was thinking I could get you on an adventure with a little motivation. If you get a good reward, that's a good enough reason to go on a journey, right?"
"Eh, I don't really know. You guys feeling up to it?"
"Whatever you feel like, buddy." Buizel said casually.
"I guess it would be a good idea." Snivy said, slightly excited about it.
"Always ready to bash someone's face in. Let's go!" Quilava is also into the idea.
Ah, let's just skip to the part where Zapp heads back to his house to pack up supplies.
*at Zapp's house*
Zapp decided it would be smart to load up his backpack with extra supplies. By extra supplies I mean he just put in a bottle of water because apparently it works better than the store potions. WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO LOGIC!?
Meanwhile upstairs Emolga was tapping her foot impatiently waiting for Zorua to get out of the bathroom. Like Snivy said, milk happens to go through her real quickly, and I guess he wasn't lying. She just waited for a little bit, continued to tap her foot, but after a few minutes when Zorua came out, Zapp and everyone else was ready to go. Emolga didn't want to keep everyone waiting so she put off going to the bathroom and went over to see everyone.
Zapp returned Quilava and Zorua back into their pokeballs (since they're the only ones that were actually CAPTURED with pokeballs) and the others went with him to the gate of town. This was the start of a big new adventure. or at least an average one if you look at Ash's adventures.
END OF ENTRY
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psst, hey guys, I got ahold of some information in a file called character logs. basically each entry i'll be showing information about one of the characters of importance. Mainly based on name, age, IQ based on 1 to 10, special features, and a description on them. I'm not going over MetalFist, Shadow Claw or team nightmare because they're assholes and I don't do assholes. so here's the first entry:
Zapp
real name: Zachary P Thunderite
age: 13
IQ level: 5
special features: pokestone device
description: Zapp is a 13 year old boy who enjoys hanging out with his friends and going on adventures. After his dad died when he was 6, he made a promise that he would one day become a trainer and fulfill his dad's dream of exploring the world. He wields a device which he named the pokestone that allows him to use certain colored stones in order to make different things happen. The main one he uses is the red stone, which allows him to turn into his spirit pokemon, a Pikachu. He cares very much about his friends, and will get violent if anybody hurts them critically.
Well, there's the first one. Hope it catches on this time. |
ah well. Take what you can get, right? at least I got something. Now for the moment you've all (not) been waiting for, the next entry!
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Ah, the great moment when you step out of your hometown to pursue your destiny of becoming a pokemon trainer! Or at least just going to the next town to make a quick stop. Depends on your feeling of adventure. Zapp felt a sort of neutral feeling as he walked through the fields. Yes, the sky was clear and bright blue and the grass was lush with greenness, but they have their flaws.
For example, not even 5 seconds of walking outside town borders and they've already gotten caught by a trainer.
"Hey! I've been doing some training, and i'm gonna beat you real hard! Let's battle!"
Meet rookie trainer Kevin. He wears a blue t shirt, shorts, and a backwards cap (like a douchebag). He's also convinced his "pure bread"(I meant to spell it like that) rattata is going to be the best pokemon ever, despite the fact he could never get past the rookie trainer title since he has to defeat someone who at least is beginning with a level 5 starter from the lab. Yet, he completely ignores pokemon levels and battles anyone he sees.
Zapp sighed in annoyance. "God DAMMIT Kevin! We go through this every week!"
"This time will be different though! I've been doing serious training!" Kevin said confidently, like a douche. "You'll never defeat my mega awesome rattata this time!"
"You always say THAT too, and you never change at all."
"JUST SHUT UP AND BATTLE ME ALREADY!"
"Fine. Hey Buizel, you want to take this one?"
"With pleasure." Buizel moved himself up and started a battle.
*douchebag Kevin sent out useless rat!*
"ALRIGHT MAH AWESOME RATTATA! USE LEER!" Kevin screamed. Rattata then made the world's worst attempt at a luigi death stare. Like seriously, it's so bad that it makes Scraggy's leer from his first appearance in the pokemon anime look more menacing. That being said, Buizel just stood there, not giving a f*ck.
"Okay... just... B- Buizel just use icy wind..." Zapp was stuttering with his hand on his face trying to take in how incredibly STUPID that move was.
Buizel obeyed, inhaled deeply, and (after making a mr freeze reference about what killed the dinosaurs) blew a large gust... okay a small cloud of freezing cold wind at the rattata. It was KOd after the first touch. Yeah, rats aren't very strong at all.
"You may have won this round, but i'll be back! And I will beat you!" Kevin gave Zapp $200 and ran off.
"Jeez, you think that kid would learn to get better pokemon, but no." Zapp put the money in his pocket, and signaled for his friends to keep going. Emolga seemed blanked out for a second, until Snivy tapped her shoulder.
"Oh! Done already?" Emolga said, startled. She felt a drop may have leaked, but she could still hold out for a few hours. Maybe. You know how these kind of things are around here.
"You alright E?" Buizel said in a concerning tone. "You've been like this ever since we left the house."
"Yeah, I- i'm just kinda tired." Emolga shuffled her feet slightly closer together, feeling the rest of the morning party recreating the 'after 2PM' incident. Just incase you're wondering what that incident is, trust me, you really don't want to know.
"Well, it looks like another half hour walk, not including the random encounters and annoying trainers with rats and birds. Want me to carry you?" Zapp said, looking ahead at the road, full of tall grass with pidgeys and rattatas doing... stuff, and trainers who have pidgeys and rattatas doing... more stuff.
"S- sure." Emolga waited as Zapp picked her up, and set her up to his shoulder. Then she climbed up and turned herself around so she could see what was going on at Zapp's forward. Somewhat comfortable, but she felt it was pushing on her stomach an adding more pressure. Still, it was better than having to walk and hurt her legs.
I think.
Well, for the rest of the road it was random pokemon encounters and weak trainers who don't know when to give up. You think they would learn by now but no. Emolga was just waiting and watching, perched on Zapp's shoulder and rubbing her legs together. The moments of moving and Zapp's soft hoodie did help her forget about the pressure, and she wasn't lying about feeling tired, but it didn't help much that she wanted to sleep.
*one very boring hour later*
After a long hour of walking, getting mauled by armies of rats and birds, and dealing with annoying trainers, heck I don't even know if I can call them trainers, the gang finally arrives at Cerenus City, the first city trainers get to from that isolated town Zapp lives in. It's slightly more lively than Mity town, but not by much.
"Well, we finally made it into the city." Zapp wiped his forehead, dripping sweat off his arm. "Let's get to the pokecenter, and maybe we can catch our breath."
'And I can give my bladder a break.' Emolga thought to herself. After a long hour of being tired, having shoulder joints squishing your stomach, and needing to go pretty bad to start, Emolga could only think about letting loose. And then maybe take a nap in Zapp's arms. She likes doing that. But before they could enter, they heard in a menacing voice, this:
"Hey chump! I got some unfinished business with you!"
END OF VERY BORING TRIP TO CITY
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Alright, new update to the character logs, powers, abilities, and weaknesses. basically special things the characters can do, what can make them vulnerable, all that stuff. Some stuff is important to the stories, some are just so you know, like the effects of a common cold. so here's entry 2:
Buizel
real name: Barry S Weezl
age: 22
IQ level: 4
special features: species evolution (natural)
description: Buizel is Zapp's first pokemon and best friend. His main goals are becoming a strong pokemon for Zapp along with protecting him from potential threat and being there for him in his times of need. When he and Zapp met 5 years ago, he broke his leg and was washed upon Heart Lake. Zapp took him in and nursed his injury, which made the moment they became friends and Buizel's dedication to achieving his goals for Zapp. He always loves battling, and trains hard to improve his skills.
powers and abilities:
moveset: hydro pump, aqua jet, brick break, icy wind
Buizel is a one in a million pokemon to have gone through species evolution, where a pokemon's DNA gets corrupted and gives them a special attribute. In Buizel's case, he has developed gills on the sides of his face, giving him the ability to breathe both air and water. Due to this, he has also found ways to use this in his battles, being able to compress water and air together to blast water at a much higher pressure than normal.
Buizel is also capable at physical combat, as he can be very agile, and uses the fins on his arms as blades as a last resort. He shows to have much combat experience and trains very often to see which ways he can use his attacks.
Buizel is capable of surviving in freezing cold areas and boiling hot zones due to being a water type.
weaknesses:
Buizel often overestimates his strength and tries to bite off more than he can chew at times. This proves to be a problem when the enemy is stronger than he can handle, as he can end up badly injured if he gets too reckless.
If under the influence of a cold, Buizel's gills will be unable to function and his tail won't have the strength to spin like a propeller, rendering him unable to swim or fight underwater.
Due to being a water type, Buizel has to keep himself hydrated in order to stay active. This also proves to be a problem if he can't get a bathroom break for too long.
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Zapp update:
powers and abilities: (note that these are all for his Pikachu form)
moveset: thunderbolt, electro ball, quick attack, iron tail
Zapp shows to have adapted to his Pikachu body, being able to blast electricity through his hands instead of surging through his whole body at once like most electric types do. He's also very agile as he can quickly dodge attacks and run very fast, as well as swing his tail around at high force.
Zapp's ears can work as antennae which he can use to sense electric surges or signals.
One of Zapp's stones, the blue stones, can be used to increase Zapp's electrical flow to become stronger and make him faster, at the cost of some of his body's energy. He names this ability "thunderstone: second gear"
In Pikachu's body, Zapp is able to understand pokemon.
Zapp is capable of cooperating with his friends in order to perform stronger attacks.
weaknesses:
Like Buizel, Zapp tends to try and take more than he can handle. This proves to be a problem due to Zapp getting more injured than he says he is and can leave him getting too badly hurt for his health.
Due to being an electric type, Zapp will be unable to use electric moves if he gets insulated.
If under the influences of a cold, Zapp will become extremely energy depressive and leave him barely able to move his body at all. Reasons for this are unknown.
If the pokestone is somehow unable to use the red stone, Zapp will be unable to turn back into a human.
It is known by Buizel that Zapp has a fear of ghosts. We'll see how it works later.
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well, sorry for the wait, hope you enjoyed. |
it's funny cause that's what you do when you're too dedicated to being pokemon champion. but now for part 3 of this... who knows how long this will go actually.
Tepig: probably about 3 or 4 entries.
SHUT UP! Just roll the damn story...
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Zapp turned around to see who was talking. What he saw was a man so devilish... so DEADLY... SO EVIL that when someone says his name, all who hear it turn to stone. Okay, I made that last one up, but the rest are true!
What he saw was an orange haired boy, dressed like a douchebag. And holding a backpack. And having photos taken of him by cheerleaders who aren't even hot. Like, they're... oh you know what moment i'm referencing.
"I never expected you out here of all places. What brings you out to Cerenus city?" He gestured with his hands for the cheerleaders to take 5.
"Oh hey, it's my old buddy! Uh..."
"GARY! FOR THE LOVE OF F*CKING GOD MY NAME IS GARY!" 'Gary' screamed in anger. "WHY DOES NOBODY KNOW MY NAME!?"
To be honest, I was thinking of calling him something stupid, like making a dick joke or something. But eh. If you guys got a good insult name for Gary you can tell me and if I like it i'll put it in an entry somewhere.
"Well, uh, what was it you wanted?" Zapp asked, referring back to Gary's popup. "I'm actually kind of in a hurry, so-"
"Don't you remember what happened last week?"
*one week ago (in terms of this timeline, not real life)*
About a week ago, Gary and Zapp were having a one on one battle against each other, Gary's Raticate vs Emolga. It was a hard fought battle, but before it could end... well, just take a look.
Gary and Zapp were having a friendly one on one battle. Or, I guess more of a bet on battle. If Zapp won, Gary offered he would do whatever Zapp wanted for a day. If Gary won, he would get Zorua. He made this bet since they figured out how Zorua was special. We'll get on that later. As for the battle, it was Raticate vs Emolga. Things were going to end on just one more hit, but then this happened:
"Alright, that fox is as good as mine! Raticate, use-"
*Zapp's phone rings (just as a so you know, his ringtone is the ben 10 omniverse theme)*
"Oh dang, sorry Gary! Gotta head home for dinner! Come on Emolga."
Emolga hopped on Zapp's shoulder and they ran back to his house, leaving a very pissed off Gary.
"DAMMIT ZACHARY! I WANTED THAT ZORUA!"
*present time*
"Oh, that." Zapp said after recalling that moment. "That was a week ago. Are you really still on that?"
"Yes! Now let's finish this! Right here, right now!"
Emolga tugged on Zapp's collar after hearing about that, and knowing what's going to happen.
"Oh, uh, hold on a sec Gary. Emolga needs something from me."
Zapp walked inside the pokecenter while Buizel and Snivy stayed outside, playing cards for some reason. Gary decided to join them for the time being. It's a very awkward time when these private moments come up.
Meanwhile in the pokecenter, Zapp sent Emolga down and knelt down on his left foot to talk to her.
"Alright Emolga, what's up?"
"W- well, I uh..." Emolga's face blushed deep red and shoved her paws between her legs. I think we all know about this moment, since I talked all about these stages of desperation in another story (which nobody actually cared about).
"oh, I see. Honestly I went through this kind of stuff several times before. Even in different timelines." The two of them walked over to where the bathrooms were. Although, do you really think i'd just let her go that easily? Out of order sign. You know what that means.
"Aw come on! Can't one thing go right today!?" Emolga was starting to get really shaky now. Zapp pulled out two pokeballs and sent out Quilava and Zorua.
"Oof, jeez, it's getting kind of cramped in there." Quilava said stretching. "So what's up?"
"Hey, uh, listen, I don't actually have the time to explain so just go with this plan." Zapp told Quilava to go with Emolga and find somewhere private for her... ahem... 'business' while he and Zorua keep Gary occupied.
"Alright, let's get started." After a small smoke puff, Zorua used her illusion ability to become Emolga. Then Zapp and his disguised deity went out to battle Gary.
The battle itself is actually pretty boring, it's just Raticate trying to fury swipe ZEmolga (I suck at names) while she just dodges out of the way every time. She also occasionally electro balls Raticate to shorten him out a bit. We'll go over how she can do that later. Meanwhile, Quilava and the real Emolga are sneaking behind the pokecenter into some bushes. Well, it took about five minutes to get behind the pokecenter, since Emolga was stuck hobbling from her bladder trying to take control of her legs. But it's actually a pretty good record time for anyone stuck doing that.
"Alright E, go head and do what ya gotta do, i'll keep watch."
"T- Thanks Quilava!" Emolga stuttered as she hobbled behind the bush, her face still extremely red. After going to a spot she felt comfortable in, she spread her legs and removed her paws. After a few seconds her bladder was getting everything it wanted. The warm yellow stream was gushing out her crotch onto the green grass, and some running down her legs, but she didn't really care about that. All she could think about was enjoying the relief. We all know it's worth holding it in, even when it isn't forced. Don't lie to me, you know that too.
*2 and a half minutes later*
The stream finally started to die down, and stopped. Emolga let out a huge sigh, and went over to see Quilava.
"Oh hey, you good to go?"
"Yep!" Emolga gave her perky cheery face. They went over to the front of the pokecenter where the battle was going down, and Gary just GOT HIS ASS BEATEN!
"DAMMIT!" Gary said in a tone that screams 'I am f*cking pissed.' "You got lucky!"
"Maybe. Maybe not." Zapp said.
"Well you're lucky I don't have time for a rematch! Smell ya later!" Gary picked up his raticate and ran off. Zorua turned back to herself, and everyone got ready to head off.
"You did good there, Zorua. I knew you would make a good teammate." Zapp scratched Zorua's ear, and sent her back to her pokeball. Then Quilava went over and got back in his. "Hey Emolga, you want me to carry you again?"
Emolga, being extremely tired, just nodded her head. Zapp picked her up and carried her in his arms. She then shut her eyes and, out of her control, fell asleep.
"Heh. Always did conk her out." Zapp said calmly. "Guess we should get going now."
END OF STUPID BATTLE WITH RIVAL
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entry 3: Snivy
Real name: Greene S Skales
age: 18
special features: GPU: speed
IQ level: 7
description: Given to Zapp as a gift from professor Oak, Snivy is Zapp's second member of the team. He is Emolga's best friend and effective battler. He does not focus on head-on combat and mainly uses his evasive skills and stamina to wear out the opponent. He also likes going on adventures, meeting new friends, and tends to get overexcited at times. Remind you of anyone?
powers and abilities:
moveset: vine whip, leaf tornado, leaf storm, attract
Snivy's main ability is his newfound stamina and speed from the drink of the gods. It managed to highly increase his speed and stamina, being able to dodge several attacks at once even if he doesn't see them coming.
Snivy is very fast with his attacks as well, making him able to land consecutive hits on his opponents.
Snivy is very cooperative with his friend Emolga, being able to work very well with her in battle. It's sensible since they ARE best friends.
Since he's a snake, Snivy has a very slim and slippery body, allowing him to easily escape grasps if loose enough.
weaknesses:
Snivy's main weakness is that his ability to dodge consecutive attacks can drain his stamina, leaving him unable to dodge if pushed past his limits.
Snivy tends to irritate others with his overexcitement. Again, remind you of anyone?
If under the influences of a cold, Snivy will suffer a loss of stamina and have a slower reaction time when dodging attacks. |
meh. I guess that-a counts.
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Alright, enough with the stupid rivalry battle stuff, let's get on to the good thing! What is the good thing? Oh yeah, going out really late at night to do stuff. In order to be a trainer, you got to be willing to go adventuring after hours. Or just going out solo to take out some mofo who stole your stuff. Zapp was going around late at night getting prepared to set off in the morning, first packing up on supplies, then he just decided to walk around to try and tire himself out.
It was about 2AM around the city, and almost everyone was asleep, with the exception being Zapp, the store clerk, and a few extras. All of Zapp's friends were asleep (and I refer to his pokemon as "friends" because that's the closest he got to having real friends back home. #roasted) so he was just walking around playing pokemon go on his phone. Is that app still cool actually? Ah whatever.
"Why hello there, sir!" A man said from behind him.
"Argh, stupid sandshrew!" Zapp turned around and saw the guy. "Oh hey, you need something?"
The man wore what looks like a poor excuse for a disguise. He was wearing a black tux and an obviously fake moustache. We all know what this is.
"I just happen to have lost my way and do not have any means of communication. May I see your phone?"
"Uh, sure." Zapp gave him the phone, then he did some stupid impression of an evil laugh and ran off. "I GOT THE DEVICE!" He screamed as he ran away. Zapp didn't know why, but he had the feeling the guy just stole his phone. So he went Pikachu and ran after the guy.
Zapp tracked his movements to a forest not far from town. He walked through the shrubbery and trees, often running into a random pokemon which he ended up ramming past. Yeah, that phone's kind of a big deal. But can we really blame him? It's an iPhone 6s plus. After a few minutes of that, Zapp finally found the guy who stole it. Unfortunately for him, this is also where his body was giving him problems. In a clearly obvious way if you consider what happened with Emolga.
'Maybe that soda can before bed was a bad idea.' He thought as his bladder once again poked him. 'Ah well, phone first, personal business later.' Zapp snuck out of the bush and turned human, then went behind the guy.
"Dammit, how does this thing work!? Where's the data we need!?" The guy said trying to find something. Two things are wrong with this problem: one is that Zapp's phone does not have what they need, and two is he has no idea how to work a 6s plus. Zapp touched his shoulder, and he jumped and turne around all defensively. "Woah! What do you want buddy! Are you after our secret plans to make a device that will help us rule the world!?"
"Device to- what? I just want my phone back!"
"Oops, maybe I said too much. No matter! I, Minion Brody shall defeat you for the name of team Nightmare! With my water type pokemon!" He then sent out 3 pokemon: a surskit, a goldeen, and a krabby.
"Oh, three against one, eh? I like those odds. Especially when that one is Pikachu!" Zapp transformed into his Pikachu form and the battle ensued. As it turned out, Brody was not very good at battling. Either that or Zapp is just really good at battling. He managed to endure and evade their attacks, yet the ones that hit him didn't help his bladder out too well. After a few minutes of Zapp completely destroying Brody's pokemon, they were all downed.
"Dangit! Now i'm defenseless! Fine, you can have your phone back."
Brody gave Zapp back his phone and then ran off. Zapp put the phone in his pocket, and proceeded to make his way back to town. As Pikachu. For I have no idea why.
*about half an hour later*
"Okay, it's been half an hour and I think i'm lost."
Zapp was also feeling his already urgent need getting more urgent. Also it didn't help the fact that there are nocturnal pokemon around. Well, at least he got his phone back. After a little more walking, he came across an odd figure. It had the pokemon look, but he's never seen that kind of pokemon before. He decided to ask it for directions
"Um, excuse me, can you tell me which way is back to Cerenus City?"
The figure turned around. It was a white faced, blue eyed female, with beautiful wavy hair that flowed through the winds as they passed. She had a jewel on her forehead and a dark green dress with a bright green stripe at the stomach area (you'll know the rest of her appearance in a few seconds). Then, in a serene and beautiful voice, she said this:
"Oh, hello there. I am Meloetta."
Zapp was speechless from seeing her front side. And again, can you really blame him? Meloetta is a very beautiful creature. After regaining his senses, he spoke to her. "Uh, hi. The name's Zapp. Also, um, do you know how to get to Cerenus City from here?"
"Cerenus City, um, follow me. I think I know where to go."
As the two walked through the forest, Zapp couldn't help but try to make small talk with Meloetta.
"So, um, What's someone like you doing in the forest?" He asked.
"Hm? Oh, I go to places like this all the time." She responded. "Everyone thinks since i'm a girl I wouldn't be into this sort of thing, but I like going out to places. It's nice to feel the thrill and excitement of seeing new places."
"I guess that makes sense. I don't really know anybody who doesn't like adventuring." Zapp said, still slightly amazed by her beauty.
After about ten minutes of walking through shrubs and trees, they finally arrived at town. Zapp stepped out of the bushes and onto the concrete, while Meloetta stayed in the bush.
"Well, it was nice meeting you Zapp." She said in a friendly tone. "I apologize that I can't go with you, but I assure one day we will meet again."
Meloetta disappeared within the bushes and back into the forest. Zapp felt she was going to be a real good friend. Then he noticed a shining blue stone on the ground and picked it up. It was the blue gem on Meloetta's forehead.
"She must have dropped it when she went back in the bushes." He set it inside his parka, to save it for when the two meet again. Then he went back to the pokemon center. However, upon getting to the door, his bladder jolted him and reminded him about what he was putting off. And it felt like that feeling when you're completely ignoring someone and they slap you in the face really hard to get your attention.
"Okay, almost forgot about that..."
Zapp went into the pokemon center and down the hall at extreme speed. Well not really, he was hobbling down the hall. Once he made it to the bathroom, he tried to open it, but it was occupied. So he had to sit there and squirm around a bit. For five minutes. Then he heard a flush, and the door opened. Out came Zorua, and Zapp really did dash in there at extreme speed, not even noticing he dropped the gem.
"What was that?" Zorua said, still half asleep. She looked down and saw the shiny blue gem on the ground. She picked it up, and sat next to the door to see who dropped it.
Meanwhile, Zapp was busy getting up on the toilet. Luckily for him, Zorua left the staircase meant for small pokemon who can't reach it on their own. He climbed up to the seat, and let his released tension do the rest. He let his bladder empty out one full can of soda (which he drank as Pikachu btw if that clears up why it filled him so easily) into the toilet bowl. After a firm two minutes of relaxing, the yellow stream finally died down and stopped.
"Oh man, I needed that." Zapp sighed, and proceeded to do the rest. Flush the toilet, wash his paws, yadda yadda yadda, all that stuff. Then he went out the door where he unknowingly ran into Zorua.
"Hi Zapp. You dropped this." Zorua gave Zapp the blue gem. "Where'd you get it?"
"Oh, Zorua! Uh, I found it outside, and I keptit because it looked pretty." Zapp looked a little nervous, but Zorua was too tired to care. The two went back to their room, and went back to sleep, to prepare for the next day.
END OF PRETTY MUCH INTRODUCING MELOETTA AND TEAM NIGHTMARE
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Yes, I know Meloetta is genderless, but I just feel it's natural to say she's a girl. don't judge me.
entry 3:
Quiilava
real name: Quillson B. Volcanus
age: 25
special features: GPU: strength
IQ level: 2
description: A lot of pokemon from the wild think Quilava is a deathly and ravenous fire type, who would annihilate all who oppress him, and see him as the most deadly fire type in the grass region. Is this true: OF course not! He's just a very misunderstood guy, who cares about his friends. He also has tons of strength, but not much knowledge of how to use it.
powers and abilities:
moveset: flame wheel, flamethrower, rock smash, Inferno
Quilava is a GPU like Snivy, but instead of being swift and evasive, he specializes in using his strength, allowing him to lift weights of boulders multiple times his size. This helps him when he needs to help the team by pushing enemies back.
Quilava also uses his skills of blowing intense fire and producing flames on his head and back to fight enemies. He can control these flames at will.
Quilava is extremely durable as he is able to take several consecutive hits and keep going. His fur is fireproof (as you all know) which makes him resistant to heat and can survive high temperatures.
Quilava is a very experienced battler, so he is adapted to the situations of environments and new attacks.
weaknesses:
Quilava is pretty much an idiot as shown by his IQ, so he can end up making bad decisions without thinking twice. a lot.
As we all know, the biggest weakness to fire is water.
Sometimes Quilava doesn't realize his own strength and can end up hurting his friends unintentionally.
If under the influence of a cold, Quilava will be unable to use his super strength or his flame breath. |
Alright, time for a different approach to the plot. Where else do we start, but at the beginning. More specifically about seven years ago, in a lab. This particular lab is a place made for innovation, technology, and pretty much pokemon science of all sorts. Only professionals are allowed to work with the environment and machinery the lab provides.
PK Corporations: 99% Legal (maybe)
During this particular time, PK Corp. was doing some... somewhat lethal experiments, I guess? It was the classic stuff, like using rotoms as power sources, DNA fusion, and building an artificial humanoid. Yeah, they actually created the first ever human- replica android, named "project X" (I am very creative) or X for short. And the DNA fusion thing we'll be going over in a sec.
As for this current moment however, there's a sort of argument going on about creating a... "special" pokemon with the DNA fusion research. A man wearing a tuxedo was standing at the containment zone of a highly unstable specimen.
"Ah, yes. This one will work perfectly..."
The door, which was the only entrance, slammed open through the kick of X. He was tall, averagely slim, and averagely light skinned. He had roughed up black-blue-ish hair, bright blue eyes, and was wearing a white T-shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers. Following him was Richard Thunderite, one of the main scientists. He had brown hair, glasses, the "i haven't shaved in a week" look, a lab coat, blue jeans, and brown shoes.
"Get away from the containment, Giovanni." Richard said.
"Ah, good old T. It's been a while." Giovanni said, pulling off the nefarious walk. "I was just borrowing him for some of my own work. I'll pay the debts."
"You know this thing is unstable! we can't let him out of that proton container! If we do, he could have a meltdown and blow this entire lab to pieces!"
Goivanni, despite the potential threat of getting killed along with everyone in the lab, went along and put his hand on the control panel, planning to open the container.
"X, stop him!"
X ran over towards Giovanni in an attempt to stop him from opening the tube containing the powerful pokemon, but it was too late and the opening sequence initiated. The being awoke, and looked around as he was released.
'F... Free...'
"Hello creature I am Giovanni, the one who released you from your prison! My only wish is that you follow my every command."
'I... am not... your slave...'
"You idiot! That thing won't take orders from anybody!" Richard said, blazing red in fury. The creature charged it's power, and started destroying parts of the room it was in. "It'll destroy us all! We need to evacuate the area!"
*meanwhile in another room of the lab*
Meanwhile some of the lower level scientists were recording notes on the pokemon-Ditto DNA fusion experiment which they used a Zorua for. She was sleeping soundly, not paying attention to what the scientists were doing. The results were "interesting" to say the least. But of course, I have to be an ass and crash their party being the narrator and all by pulling this:
WARNING: CODE MYU-2. NUCLEAR MELTDOWN IMMINENT.
"MYU-2!? Giovanni opened the capsule containing the unstable pokemon creation and now it's going to destroy us all like it did in the anime!?"
"Oh what I wouldn't give to change the story."
Alright, so explosions, death, carnage, bloody murder, spaghetti noodles, all that stuff. We all know about the bloody carnage of this stuff so you get the idea. Nobody survived. Except for the real Giovanni because clone logic, along with X who just so happened to have awoken hours later, and the Zorua, who transformed into a golett to survive the collapsing and then returned to normal and ran off.
As for X, he lost everything he knew to love, but his hard drive glitched out to give him personality of his own, so that's good. But then again, his face got all jacked up in the process, so he had to try and assume an identity of a normal being. So he set out to do just that.
END OF BACKSTORY AND POSSIBLE FORESHADOWING OF NEW CHARACTER
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... So I made up something about Mewtwo's past, screw me! And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, Zorua's character entry! Oh, nobody was waiting for that? well you get it anyways. Entry 4:
Zorua
real name: Unknown
age: (estimated) around 19
special features: species evolution (artificial)
IQ level: 12
description: Raised in a lab for as long as she can remember, Zorua has grown to be very intelligent and knows about what science is leading us to. After the lab was destroyed, she went into hiding from humans until about 7 years later when she was in a cave and lost her motivation. She's normally quick tempered, relaxed, and keeps to herself most of the time. She is also secretly happy to have friends.
powers and abilities:
moveset: foul play, thief, scratch, scary face
Like Buizel, Zorua has gone through the genetic mutation of species evolution. The only difference is Zorua had it done by scientists. She went through an experiment where her DNA was infused with that of a Ditto's. As a result, when Zorua uses her illusion ability, she is capable of mutating her cells to match the pokemon she changes into, therefore getting their powers and abilities. To control the power and keep it stable, she wears a wristband on her... whatever it is you call that thing on her front left foot where the ankle would be.
Zorua is the smartest of her friends, as shown by her IQ. As we all know, brain beats brawn, so a well thought out plan can easily let Zorua win a battle. She is also capable of figuring out how to use random props and environments to her advantage.
Due to being a fox, Zorua is very agile and can reach high and far ledges easily, sometimes with little to no effort. She also has enhanced smell and hearing, being able to track scents and hear things from behind solid surfaces.
Zorua is also capable of adapting to other pokemon's powers, even if she doesn't get the one she wants.
weaknesses:
Zorua's main weakness is sometimes the cell mutation sequence gets messed up and transforms her into a completely different pokemon than the one she wants. While she would normally blame the wristband, it's actually her fault due to her impatient behavior, leading her to not taking time to focus her mutation.
Zorua's enhanced senses can also be a weakness, due to being vulnerable to repulsive odors and harmful soundwaves, such as hyper voice and smog.
Under the influences of a cold, Zorua will lose her sense of smell and when transforming, have to deal with the influences on other pokemon. |
As promised, here's my first completed request for @Lisk. Lisk said that there wasn't enough Madoka wettings on this site, so I've placed the first ever story characters I created on this site into a Cosplay wetting. So, here's the first completed request, titled 'Juniper Triplets and Friends - Convention Capers'. (I suck at titles, I know. Bite my head off if you want. =P) It's a little on the long side, but, hopefully, long is good.
Juniper Triplets and Friends - Convention Capers
“We're here at last!” A young girl's excited voice sounded above the hustle and bustle of the large auditorium. “C'mon! Stop lagging behind, we'll miss all the best stuff!”
The small girl was wearing a 'Homura' cosplay, consisting of a purple and white formal blouse-like attire, over a purple skirt and a set of dark black tights with purple diamonds down the sides, from the popular Magical girl series 'Puella Magi Madoka Magica'. On her left arm she had a strange disk-shaped shield-like object. Her blonde hair, currently straightened to suit the cosplay, didn't match the colour of her clothes that well, and neither did her brilliant blue eyes. She turned to look upon the group ambling behind her, with evident impatience written all over her face.
Brooke Miller had 'dragged' a couple of her closest friends to a local Anime Expo being held at a large Auditorium in a neighbouring city to her current hometown of Rose Creek. Two of the four were easily convinced, for their own reasons, but the other half had to be repeatedly recruited, with little success, before eventually giving in to form the five person Cosplay Requirement for most competitions held at the convention.
“This isn't that easy to walk in, you know.” The next person in the group answered as she caught up with the dashing girl. “It's cute, I'll give it that, but I'm use to less volume in the skirt department.”
The second of the quintet was a slightly older girl, with ash blonde hair currently tied in a set of twintails on each side of her head, and forest green eyes. She was the one given the role of 'Madoka' in the group, and was requested to wear a rather puffy pink and white dress with a pink flower-like petal pattern at the base of the upper half of the dress, covering the white skirt like a blooming cherry blossom. The skirt's volume, while staying as close to the original as possible, was slightly reduced to make movement a little easier. Absent-mindedly held in her left hand was a rosewood bow, obviously an imitation, with faux roses 'growing' off the shaft of the item.
Cleo Juniper was one of the easier converts to this merry band of characters from a less-than-merry series. At Brooke's insistence, Cleo had agreed to take part, so long as she was given a character who was dressed cutely and suited her personality well, hence why she was given the most selfless character of the group.
“Don't know what you're complaining about, I've had to stuff the chest department of this one three times to get the right size.” The third girl in the group complained with a deep sigh. “Why was I given the most busty character? I'm hardly a B, let alone a Double D!”
Cleo's older sister, Carrie, was given the role of 'Mami' due to her 'Motherly' qualities. She'd ignored the drill hair requirements of this character, claiming them to be far too tedious to get right on such short notice, and was potentially the hardest one to recruit out of all of them. Her outfit consisted of a White blouse, coupled with a Yellow Ribbon tie, and a gold coloured skirt. Her Light Brown hair was far from the brilliant blonde requirement of Mami, and the chest compartment of her dress was obviously padded out quite a bit. Like her younger sister, she shared the forest green eye colour, which was also far from canonically accurate. Her skirt was a little pushed out at either side of her legs, possibly to fit the weapon summoning requirements for her character.
“Lugging this spear around makes me feel like an Amazonian Huntress.” The fourth member of the group commented as she reached the trio. “Plus, I hate wearing dresses, and this Chinese-like one is really uncomfortable.”
Casey, the final triplet of the Juniper Sisters, had insisted on being Kyoko as she was the most 'badass' in her opinion. The outfit assigned to Casey was a long, flowing red Chinese-like dress, which spilt around the waist to show a pale red short skirt. Casey's hair was far too short to meet Kyoko's requirement, and completely the wrong colour, but minor details were overlooked by Brooke when she planned this. Kyoko's weapon of choice in the series was a polearm with a red spear tip and it did, indeed, look like a huntress's weapon.
“At least you lot can cover up where it matters. This outfit is completely open up there.” The final member of the group cut in. “Why any self-respecting girl would wear something like this, I have no idea!”
Milly Clemens was the final member of the quintet, and was also forcibly recruited by an over-enthusiastic classmate. Being in the same Year and Form Group as Brooke, and also being musically inclined, made her an easy target for a Sayaka cosplay to complete the main cast. As Milly had pointed out, Sayaka's outfit had a verifiable 'boob vision'. The outfit itself completely ignored the shoulder and arm area of most of the outfits, instead starting with a blue and white corset-like shirt only just covering the breast area with shaped pieces of material, making any onlooker able to see and appraise the contours of the cosplayer's upper assets. The skirt, as well, was rather oddly shaped, focusing more on covering the left leg than the right, making it a strange right-angle triangle like shaped miniskirt. To make up for the lack of upper shoulder and back cover, the outfit came with a flowing white cape. Casually holstered, and also an imitation, on the left side of the skirt's belt area was a shortsword, Sayaka's chosen weapon. Milly's hair, despite being white blonde instead of blue, was reasonably the right length to suit the cosplay, and her deep blue eyes also matched the core material.
“Stop complaining. We'll totally win the Group Cosplay contest with this!” Brooke countered the group's obvious dissent. “We've got three hours before it starts, and I wanna get as much stuff as I can before then.”
“Lead the way, only surviving member.” Carrie dismissed with a shrug. “Trust you to be the only one of us that makes it to the finale of the Season alive.”
“It's not that bad. I save you all, remember?” Cleo tried to shed some optimism on the bleak view of the series. “Even the cute little doll who eats heads.”
“Not cool! No headless Mami jokes!” Brooke chided Cleo, who just giggled in response.
Not needing to be told twice, Brooke happily charged into the sea of people trying to get as much content as they can, whether they be hugging pillows, posters or 'Adult' Doujinshi, leaving her Cosplay group back to the distance they were before, and hastily trying to not lose her in the crowds.
As the Convention went on, the Quintet tried, at Brooke's repeated begging, to peruse as much as they could of the things on offer. There were multiple cosplayers, all going for varying levels of 'Coolness' and 'Suggestiveness' of their cosplayed characters, featuring nearly all of the popular series at present, ranging from 'Re:Zero', to ' Is the order a Rabbit?'. Ram and Rem cosplayers were plentiful, and even some Felix cross-plays were popping up, much to the despair of the Otaku there to see sexy girls wearing sexy cosplays, and not having to puzzle over whether the 'girl' was actually a girl, or a guy in a convincing trap cosplay.
Carrie secretly crept away to the 'Adult' Doujinshi section and perused some of the content there, without the stall owner caring whether she was of age or not. After all, they were there to sell their stuff, laws don't 'technically' apply if there not advertising openly to minors. Picking up one of the 'Boy's Love' books, Carrie began to page through them a little, and, soon enough, embarrassment hit.
“So daring….” Carrie mused to herself as she looked upon girly-boys stuffing their 'bananas' into their equally girly looking male partner's 'salad bowl'. Subway sandwiches, of course, popped up a few times to 'censor' certain parts, but the core of it was mostly uncensored.
“Can girls really do that?!” A rather young sounding girl blurted out to herself as she looked through a 'Girl's Love' doujinshi, prompting Carrie to pull her nose away from girly-boys playing with each other's joysticks.
The equally perverted girl in question also seemed to be sporting a Madoka themed cosplay, but hers, unlike the Quintet's, was from one of the Movies. She'd gone as Nagisa Moemoe. This girl was wearing a pink and white polka-dot dress, with a white collar around the neck with a brown ribbon tie neatly tied around it. Underneath the dress she had a brown long-sleeve shirt on. The only part which didn't match was the fact that, instead of wearing maroon leggings, this girl had decided to daringly show off her slender legs. She'd kept the green dolly shoes with pink bows on, possibly as that was the cutest factor of the footwear available. Her long dark brown hair didn't match the pure white needed, but she'd tied it to expert perfection, mimicking every little detail in the original., even the two tiny twintails sporting off the main body of the hair, tied off with yellow scrunchies. She looked no older than Brooke, but was openly reading the Adult Girl on Girl action without a care in the world. By the side of her, sitting obediently by her feet, was a small black and tan Dachshund dog on a red lead. It looked up at Carrie and panted lazily as its owner was giving in to temptations.
Realising that her thoughts perhaps weren't as internalised as she'd hoped, a deep blush formed on her cute face as she turned her head, hiding the majority of her face with the book and only showing her ocean blue eyes, towards Carrie,
“Sorry.” She meekly apologised before she turned back to the table and continued reading her book, even going as far as to pull out a small red purse and purchase the Adult Material. She flashed something inside the purse to the Stall owner when prompted, and wasn't questioned on her purchase further. In fact, the owner seemed to be quite conversational with her, and not as professional as most stall owners are with their customers.
Carrie, not wanting to miss out on such an invigorating read, left the required sum to purchase the Yaoi doujinshi she was leafing through and hastily hurried back to the main group, hiding the book in her bag on the way.
During the rest of the time remaining before the main Cosplay event, Brooke was dragging her little group with her to nearly every stall, stopping to sample the many delicacies, both edible and non-edible, that were on offer. Money seemed like no object to her as she paid the extortionate prices required for most of the exclusive imported content, ensuring to pick up a Kyubey plushie when she could.
“Rich girls...” Casey sighed as she followed along behind the over-energetic junior.
“At least she's having fun.” Cleo commented. “I haven't seen her this happy in a while.”
“There's that, I guess.” Milly interjected. “She's really been looking forward to this. I think seeing her this cheerful is worth the lingering embarrassment I'll feel for being ogled by all these sweaty shut-ins.”
Throughout their time here, Cleo had been consuming copious amounts of all of the imported Green Tea based beverages on sale, with Brooke not being too far behind on the liquid counter. Around an hour and a half before the Group Cosplay event was meant to start, Brooke and the others stopped for a bit to catch their breath and have a hasty lunch of Convention food and drink. During the lunch break, Cleo was evidently distracted and slightly restless. The tell tale signs of all the Green Tea was starting to catch up with her, prompting Carrie to suggest that they cut their break a little short to prevent a 'Madoka Burnout'. And so the hunt began.
The Auditorium where the convention was held was no small building, as one would expect, and housed many a batch of facilities. However, due to the sheer number of people there, finding an empty one, or one with a short enough line, was really slim. Cleo's Green Tea overload was gradually building up in intensity, forcing the girl to take smaller steps and keep her body as rigid as she could to prevent leaks. Her hand went from at her sides, to close to her body, to passing her bow over to Brooke, to sneakily holding herself under the folds of her skirt. Brooke wasn't fairing much better, but she hadn't be quite as careless with the Green Teas as Cleo had. Nearly all the toilets they came across had rather long lines for the female ones, and next to instantaneous entry to the male ones, showing just the ratio of genders to attend events like this. Cleo had attempted waiting in a few lines, only to find that standing still wasn't going to do her any favours for the lengths of the lines, and even bobbing gently from foot to foot didn't help as much as she'd hoped.
Eventually, the group came across a set of toilets with no line outside, but a rather out of place Nagisa Cosplayer, with a Dachshund next to her, standing outside of the Female toilets. She wasn't looking to gain entry and was, instead, looking to prevent entry, deterring any would-be patrons to the porcelain thrones elsewhere with a rather animated protest, by the looks of things. Carrie recognised this little troublemaker as the Yuri fanatic from the Adult Doujins, but she didn't want to make that obvious to the others just yet.
“I really can't keep this up much longer.” Cleo whined. “The Green tea wants out, and it doesn't care where.”
“I told you not to drink so much.” Milly chastised Cleo before turning to Brooke. “And you should know better was well, as you've been to things like this before.”
Brooke just stuck her tongue out in response as she crossed her legs and swayed from side to side a little.
“I'll move the little pest.” Carrie offered. “She can play her little games elsewhere.”
“Be careful of that little snappy thing, he might bite your head off.” Casey joked, prompting another 'Not cool!' from Brooke.
Leading the way to move the troublesome obstruction, Carrie was the first to prompt the Nagisa's defensive play.
“Don't go in there!” The Nagisa Cosplayer warned. “A Witch has opened a Labyrinth inside it!”
“Nice try, Cheese Girl.” Carrie countered. “Witches and Witch Labyrinths don't exist.”
“I'm serious! There's really a Witch in there!” The girl insisted as her companion uttered a low growl at Carrie.
“Go play your game elsewhere. Some people need to use these things, you know?”
“I'm not playing!”
“Get moving or I'll tell the Security here that you bought an Adult book.”
“So what if I did? I'm of legal age! You're not one to talk, Yaoi Fangirl!”
The girl's retort caused Carrie's assault to falter a little as she tried to hastily formulate a response.
“What does Yaoi mean?” Cleo asked. “And can you hurry up with the moving? I'm at my limit!”
Cleo was now, indeed, hunched over a little, openly pushing her skirt between her legs and crossing them over one another as she was practically dancing on the spot.
“Whatever! People's personal interests are not important here.” Carrie resumed her assault. “Now get moving or I'll move you myself.”
“Do you wanna be Witch food and have your Soul Gem turned into a Grief Seed?!” The girl countered. “I said there's a Witch in there!” The girl's dog barked to punctuate her statement.
Carrie, losing her patience with this childish game, just reached over the smaller girl's head and pushed the door open a little, prompting a yelp and a gasp from the smaller girl as she tried to body-block the gap opened. Her little dog ran into the toilets as she shouted after it.
“Jack! Bad Doggy! Get back here right now!” The girl called after her dog, sounding a mixture of afraid and angry.
Jack did, indeed, return dutifully, with an article of clothing in his mouth. He dropped it at his Mistress's feet and it landed with a wet sounding splatter, prompting a startled cry from the girl as she dropped her defiant act, but a little too late.
“Green Tea overload! Soul gem turning dark.” Cleo weakly announced as a loud splattering of liquid on concrete began to sound from where she stood. A noticeably swelling puddle of urine forming at her feet as rivulets cascaded down her legs to meet the expanding lake on the floor. All the Tea she'd drank had now come back to gets its revenge, using its innate properties to be freed from its prison inside of her body. The puddle continued to grow for nearly half a minute before the gushing waterfall had died down to mere drips, lightly falling like raindrops to join its brethren. Strangely, Cleo didn't seem too mortified by her own lack of self control with diuretic drinks, but she was wearing a healthy flush on her face. Her skirt was mostly undamaged, with only a few wet spots forming on the front, which were only really noticeable at close range. All the layers underneath could possibly be thanked for that. “Couldn't hold it.”“Coming through! Sorry!” Brooke hastily exclaimed as she pushed past the defeated door guardian to reach her destination.
Carrie was about to give this pest a piece of her mind before noticing what the obedient canine had recovered from the Witch Labyrinth. A small set of peach panties, with a large darkened tinge to the crotch and most of the rear. The Defender of the Labyrinth fell to her knees as tears started to well up in her eyes. To add further cause for viewing to the already growing group of onlookers, with camera phones at the ready, snapping pictures and shooting videos of this comical event, not missing a single beat from when Cleo started to announce her descent into Witchhood, the Guardian burst into tears, crying as loud as she could at the incriminating evidence her faithful companion had bought back.
“I couldn't….photo shoots….thirsty….no time….tried….nearly made….too much...pee...puddle...toilets.” The young girl incoherently sobbed as her interrogator glared at her. “Didn't...embarrassing...not a kid...adult...internet….YouTube….viral...career ruined….never show...face again….”
The girl was practically wailing once she finished her confusing explanation. Jack was trying to lick it all away and make his Mistress feel better, but there was only so much a little dog could do. He was also glaring at Carrie, evidently growling deeply at her for upsetting his Mistress. Cleo, in all this confusion, was trying to stay out of sight as much as possible, with Milly and Casey trying to deter the onslaught of voyeurs by brandishing their imitation weapons like the real thing and forming as much of a closed view as they could around the sodden Madoka and her puddle, leaving Carrie with trying to silence the distraught Nagisa.
Eventually, when the Otaku voyeurs had got enough pictures and videos to last them until the next Convention, they dispersed, leaving the group trying to clear up this mess. The Nagisa was still bawling away, with Carrie being left with a situation she had no skills in. Cleo had gotten over her momentary burst shock and began to assess the situation. She soon headed over to the Nagisa to try and help Carrie out, while Brooke left the toilets looking much more relieved than she did when she entered.
“Huge puddle by the middle stall in there.” Brooke informed the group, not quite understanding the situation. “Think the flush backed up, or something.” Milly gave Brooke the 'now is not the time for that' look, and Brooke soon got the message to join the two away from the crying Nagisa.
With a few comforting words from Cleo, and a recount of her own 'missed it' tale, the Nagisa's wailing soon died down to sobs as she recounted her story more clearly.
“I had a lot of photo shoots to go to, and they were all booked really close together. Working under all those lights and doing all those poses makes me really thirsty. I couldn't exactly miss any shoot without upsetting the photographers, so I didn't have a chance to go. I thought I could hold it until they all ended, and I nearly did, but it was all too much. I made it to the toilets, but not onto them. I wet myself in front of them.” The Nagisa admitted, clearly blushing at recounting this tale. “I didn't want anyone knowing about it, and I was so embarrassed, so I took off my panties and threw them down near the puddle. I didn't want the people here thinking I was a kid as I couldn't even make it to the toilets in time. I'm an adult! I shouldn't be doing this! If anyone found out, they'd all record it and take pictures of it and I'll be all over social media by the end of the day, and in Viral YouTube videos. My career as a beloved award winning Cosplayer will be ruined and I'll never be able to show my face again!”
With the regaling of one embarrassing story, Carrie's view of this troublesome girl changed a lot.
“You kinda remind me of my sister.” Carrie informed the sobbing girl. “Cleo's always one to not want to disappoint, no matter what happens with her, as you've probably seen.”
“Hey, I'm not that bad!” Cleo retaliated with a blush.
“Says the one who just wet herself from drinking too much Green Tea.”
The sisterly banter prompted a little laugh from the girl.
“Do you have any, you know, spares?” The girl asked Carrie. “If she does it a lot, surely you've got some? I can't exactly wear my own now, and I've got one last shoot to go to, and I don't wanna be going commando for that one.”
“Lucky for you, I'd planned ahead.” Carrie answered as she rummaged around her bag to pull out a small plastic bag. “I was expecting Little-Miss-Thoughtless to need some, so I went and took some with me.”
Cleo just pouted in response as she took the bag and began to head into the toilets, stopping as Brooke suddenly spoke up.
“What shoot is your last one?” Brooke asked the girl.
“The Group Cosplay Shoot.” She answered.
“Wanna do it with us? We need a Nagisa to make this a Rebellion Cast line-up.”
“Sure.” The girl happily replied.
“What's your name?”
“Roka.” She answered. “And this'll be the fourth Cosplay Contest I'm coming top in, I'm sure of it!”
Roka and Cleo headed into the toilets to get changed. Afterwards, they came out looking much happier.
“Let's go win the group shot!” Roka happily announced with an energetic fist-pump.
“Sure thing, Lewd-ka.” Carrie taunted.
“I'm 18, I'll have you know!” She retaliated as she drew out her purse from her bag and flashed a set of Photo Cards, one being her Provisional Driving Licence, which clearly showed her age as being what she claimed it to be, and the other was of a group Cosplay shot, with Roka clearly at the front wearing some kind of cosplay consisting of a brown pair of cat ears, a brown cat tail and a dress-like outfit. Brooke took interest in this one.
“What cosplay's that?” She queried, looking rather captivated by the unknown.
“It's me Cosplaying my Main Character on the MMO called 'TERA'. I'm an Elin Sorcerer.” Roka proudly admitted. “Level Cap as of Pre-'Fate of Arun' Expansion. But I haven't played in a while, and the winning shot of last year's Convention.”
The discussion of Cosplays and Games continued as the new-found Six-person cosplay group headed to the final shooting of the day, the Group Cosplay Contest, with introductions coming as a secondary conversation topic.The final shot went as well as it could go, with Jack being included in the shoot as a 'Prop', and it was, indeed, a contest winner. As Roka had predicated, some of the voyeurism shots of Cleo's 'Green Tea Overload' had made their way to the Internet that evening, with censorship over Cleo's face, preventing anyone from knowing just who burst in such an extravagant way. It was viralised, but Cleo took it in stride. The day had been fun, and she'd made a new friend as well. Nothing could've been better! Roka had exchanged contact details with the girls and they regularly hold chats over IM services. Plans had been made for the next convention, and another Winning Group Cosplay Shot. All it was was a matter of time, now.
Fin~
Afterword: So, there you have it. My first completed story request. I hope it will be to Lisk's liking. I've also included one of @Night Rain's characters in there as well, with their permission. I do hope I've put her across in a suitable way. As mentioned in the opening post, the next requests will be coming within the next six days.
(PS: I've also sneakily included a lolified version of myself in this story as well. The age has been squished slightly to suit my capabilities, and she may not act as old as I said she is, but it's all Legal at 18 in the country I live in. She may make cameos in future stories as well, if I wish to include her.)
(PSS: If my description of Madoka outfits has failed, here are the main cast members. And here's Roka's chosen outfit.
Edited October 25, 2016 by Roka-tan
It appears I also suck at proof reading, and linking images.
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Thank you all for the positive comments. :)
If loli-me becomes popular enough, I may include her in more stories, and perhaps give her a spin off one-shot series of her own!
And now, for a confession, and more stories!
I know I said I'd stagger these last two over the six days I had from the previous story post but, as you know, stuff happens and I didn't get a chance to upload them sooner. I'll post one of them in this reply, and the other in a separate post after this one. I dislike double posting but I haven't really got much of a choice in the matter if you want both uploading today. Anyways, foreword over, next story!
This one was requested by @Night Rain and it includes our Characters from one of the RP's we do together. Like before, I've asked the creator of one character for permission and liaised with a personality brainstorm to get the character as right as I can. Nonetheless, I still find this a good story, and it's possibly the longest out of the three requested of me, simply because I couldn't really condense it down much otherwise it wouldn't make sense. WARNING: LOLI IS IMMINENT! If loli is not your thing, tune out right now. I don't want to be flamed and called derogatory comments because some people would rather ignore a warning than heed it. On with the story, titled 'Sera Sisters: A Test of Courage'.
Sera Sisters: A Test of Courage
An imposing looking, derelict Mansion loomed over a decaying courtyard filled with vines and weeds at various stages of overgrowth. Dying flowers were being choked by the stranglehold of these murderous plants, and some were fighting for their lives as the plants tried to smother them and take root in their surrounding area. Overall, this garden, if it could be called that, had not been tended to in many decades, much like the Mansion that overlooked it.
This site has been of interest to most of the residents in the local area. Some believe it to be haunted and cursed, saying that misfortune awaits those who try to pry the mysteries of this intriguing location, and that the Wraiths of the former residents will claim their dues to any person who intrudes on their desecrated sanctum. Local legends say that the former, and only, owners of this doomed building engaging in unholy activities of the most nefarious nature, calling forth creatures from beyond the Veil between this world and the next, and every other world, both ascended and fallen, in existence. Most people steer clear of this Mansion because of those legends, but some are drawn to the possibility of adventure, and debunking any supposed 'curse' or legend about it. And now, the Mansion has its newest guests; four young girls, in the prime of their youth, all eager after a night of Candy Filled fun to explore a 'real' haunted house to prove their courage.
Outside the main gates of the Mansion, its next visitors stood, dressed in the attire of the season.
The first of the young would-be adventurers was dressed in a purple, gold and red Countess dress. The hems and linking threads of this attire are golden in colour, with fine embroidery of miniature bats and pumpkins spaced throughout it, all crafted to painstaking detail to blend well with the main outfit. The golden buttons on the upper half of the dress are shaped in the form of bats. The base colours of the dress and skirt are gradient purple to red, gradually changing based on the direction of light to create a wondrous prismatic effect. The skirt of the dress stretches down to a modest length, stopping just above the knees. On the back of the dress are a set of faux bat wings, which were complimented by the wearer's chosen footwear of black buckle shoes, with bats as the buckles. The inspiration of this outfit possibly stems from Vampiric origins, but has been tailored to suit girls with a desire to fulfil the roles of Vampress. To complete the outfit, the hairpin in the wearer's short pure white hair, holding back the right bang, is shaped in the form of a Gothic cross. Strangely, the natural red colour of this girl's eyes suited the Vampire motif well.
The second girl was dressed in a more mainstream style, albeit mildly unusual for a girl to go for. This girl had chosen a leotard like outfit made of faux brown fur, complete with fingerless gloves made of the same kind of material. On her head she had a brown wolf ear headband resting on her pink hair. Aside from the brown ankle boots the girl was wearing on her feet, the rest of her was exposed to the elements.
The final duo of the quartet went for a seasonal twist on the classic 'Angel' outfit. Each one looked like half of a whole, in both costume and nature. These identical twins had long, sleeveless silky black dresses on, topped with black feather-like additions to both the neck and the base hems of the dresses. With seemingly no strings attached to them, two black halos floated just above their heads of platinum white hair. To complete the motif was a single black wing, one for the left and one for the right, on each girl's back, making them look like they were once whole, but now split in two, and a pair of formal black dolly shoes. This pair was the youngest of the group, with the slightly older girls chaperoning them.
“I said we're going in, and that's final!” One of the Angel twins boisterously declared to her sister, who stood at the gates, visibly trembling slightly at the intimidating building. “We've come all this way, heard all the stories about it, and now we're proving them all wrong! Ain't no such thing as a true Haunted house.”
“B-but, it's scary. And broken. And h-h-h-haunted.” The other angel twin protested. She then turned her head to the girl in the Vampress dress. “Lilly, you're against going in as well, r-right? It doesn't look safe. Haley's the only one who wants to go in, isn't she? One against two in votes loses, doesn't it?”
Lilly, the Vampress dressed girl, patted the trembling twin on the head and ruffled her hair a little.
“She just wants a quick look around to see if it really is as everybody claims it to be. All it'll take is a quick look around the place. There's nothing to be afraid of, Holly. No ghosts will be getting us, not while myself and Kara are here to keep you two safe.” Lilly comfortingly answered.
“Yeah!” The girl in the Werewolf costume happily confirmed. “Just leave it to us. We won't let no ghost hurt you.”
“Three to one...” Holly quietly said to herself as she sighed in defeat. “Guess we're really going in...”
Before any second thoughts could be had, Haley pushed open the large gates, which creaked eerily as they opened. As expected, being made of wrought iron, the poor girl had to use all her body weight to just get them to move. With the way opened, the brave quartet made their way down the dirt path, through the overgrown courtyard, towards the imposing mansion. Holly held onto Lilly's dress with one hand as the other was placed on her chest, positioned so it could feel the steady increase in her heart rate as they approached the run down abode. Haley, the exact mirror to her sister in this situation, was leading the charge, keeping a brisk, confident pace a few feet ahead of the rest of the group, leaving Kara and Lilly to ensure that the more timid twin was kept safe. Haley only stopped her advance when she reached the large oakwood doors of the mansion proper.
Once the rest of the group caught up, and Holly got a good look at the state of disrepair this building was in, second thoughts were starting to be had.
“We've looked at the mansion now. Can we go home? Please?” Holly begged the rest of the group. “We don't need to go in.”
“No way!” Haley retaliated firmly. “Stop being such a baby! You're ten, not two!”
Holly just whimpered and hid behind Lilly.
“She can't help being scared. You know how much she hates things like this. Have a little sympathy.” Lilly defended Holly. “If she doesn't want to go in, then you shouldn't force her to.”
“We can't just call this whole thing off because Holly doesn't want to go in.” Kara countered. “I want to check this out as well, just like Haley. Going home because Holly's too chicken to go in is just selfish.”
The mounting votes against Holly's brewing fear of the unknown swayed the vote more in favour of entrance. Lilly was the only undecided one. With the obvious group dynamic being focused more towards disproving the haunting left Lilly with little choice in the matter.
“We're just going in, looking around a few rooms then we're heading straight home.” Lilly compromised. “If Holly gets too scared, then we're also calling it. I don't want her having nightmares from all of this.”
“Ugh, fine!” Haley huffed.
“C-can we be quick about it as well?” Holly questioned.
“We'll take as long as we need.” Haley curtly replied. “Whether that's an hour, or three hours.”
“Please not three hours.” Holly pleaded. “I wanna get home as soon as possible.”
“We'll take as long as we need.” Haley firmly repeated. “What's the rush about? Scared you'll pee your pants from fear if we drag this out?”
Holly just whimpered and buried her blushing face in Lilly's dress. Seeing this reaction tipped Haley off as much as was needed, and a mischievous grin formed on her face.
“Now, someone help me open this door.” Haley instructed the group. “The gate was really hard, and this door looks more stubborn.”
Kara assisted in the opening of the solid double doors, which opened with a sound of wood scratching across stone, as clouds of disturbed dust rose from the inside of the aged building. The courageous duo of door-openers were the first to enter the undisturbed halls of the mansion, with the protector and damsel pair following along behind. As soon as all four were inside the building, the doors closed behind them with a heavy slam, prompting a startled shriek from Holly. Lilly and Kara went to check the doors, only to find that, no matter how hard they pulled, the doors refused to move.
“Guess we're stuck in here for now.” Lilly commented. “Let's check the doors a little later. Hopefully, by then, the wood would've set itself again and we'd be able to open them.”
“I wanna go home!” Holly cut in as she hurried over to Lilly once more, tears welling up in her clear blue eyes.
“We can't exactly leave right now, even if we wanted to.” Lilly answered. “Let's check to see if the windows on this floor could be used as an exit.”
With whatever force around preventing them from leaving, the girls decided to look around the Mansion while they thought of an alternative exit.
Like most stately buildings in this area, the Mansion had a large foyer, with five doors on the ground floor, and a set of double staircases leading up to the upper levels. The building, being as old as it was, had stone flooring near the door, and wooden flooring throughout the rest of the building. Some segments of the mansion were too weathered by time to be accessible, with both staircases being broken by either collapsed floorboards, or fallen pillars. However, if one was feeling brave enough, they could use the fallen pillars as makeshift stepping stones to reach the upper levels. From the five doors, there was one on each side of the foyer, one on either side of the collapsed staircases, and another large set of double doors leading into the ballroom, or banquet hall, depending on the mansion set-up.
Following the rule of mazes, the girls started heading through the door on their immediate left.
This door opened out into a large playroom-like area. There were numerous toys and dolls dotted around the room, some on the mantle pieces and others left on the floor or seats. There were most of the old-styled toys present, like classic porcelain dolls, wooden rocking horses and teddy bears wearing Victorian style clothing.
“Creepy.” Haley giggled. “Like something out of those scary movies Lilly says I can't watch.”
“Never been a fan of dolls myself.” Lilly shrugged. “Always the butt of all Horror Movie plotlines.”
“Better keep an eye out, 'cos they may jump off their shelves and get you!” Haley taunted Holly as she pounced on the girl, causing her to scream.
“Keep that up and we will leave, even if we have to smash open the windows.” Lilly warned the playful twin.
“Let's leave. I don't wanna stay in this room.” Holly requested. “I hate dolls.”
Even at the pleading of her sister, Haley still kept poking around the room, moving a couple of dusty teddies and leafing through the bookshelves at the back of the room.
“This room's boring.” Haley complained. “Where're all the TVs and consoles?”
“They probably didn't exist back then.” Lilly explained. “There's no plug sockets or internet sockets in this place, I'm sure.”
“No electricity or internet?!” Haley gasped in shock. “How did they live back then?!”
“By playing with the toys and using their imagination, I think.” Kara informed the awed girl.
“Think we've found the true horror of this house.” Haley grinned. “No internet, TV or Electricity. That's one horror story that really scares me.”
While the girls were discussing the complications of past generations, a faint creaking sound echoed through the empty room. With the conversations going on, Holly was the first to notice, and yelped in shock when she saw what it was.
“What's wrong?” Lilly asked, concerned for the girl.
“Th-th-th-the rocking horse's moving!” Holly answered as she trembled behind Lilly, trying to keep the rocking horse out of view.
“Haley, what did I tell you about scaring Holly?” Lilly sternly grilled the prankster.
“I didn't do it. I haven't been over there.” Haley innocently replied with a confused tilt of her head. “See? I'm all the way over here, and the rocking horse is all the ways over there.”
Haley indicated with a point of her finger the direction the moving object was in. There was a fair amount of distance between the two, with Haley being in the back right corner near the bookcases, and the rocking horse being in the middle of the room a good few paces from her.
“It's probably just the wind, or vibrations from our movement in here.” Kara suggested. “We're a large group, and all of us moving around could cause enough of a vibration to set it off.”
“Whatever it is, we've seen enough of this room.” Lilly informed the rest. “As we've pointed out, all that's in here are toys, dusty books and dolls.”
Ignoring the commands from her older sister, Haley went over to the windows overlooking the courtyard and pulled one open.
“Window's can be opened, at least.” Haley told the others. “We could squeeze out of them if we wanted to.”
Upon confirmation of a potential exit route if the doors remained stubborn, the group returned to the foyer, only to run into an unexpected encounter. Sitting on the stairs on the opposite side of the foyer was a small porcelain doll wearing traditional Victorian Aristocrat Children's clothing, complete with a bonnet. It's eyes were fixed on the four leaving the playroom.
“Was that there before?” Kara asked the others. “Don't think I remember seeing it there.”
“Nice.” Haley smiled. “Really starting to feel like a scary movie now. All we need is for the doll to come alive and stalk us.”
“Please don't say that.” Holly quietly interjected. She the repeated “Ghosts aren't real.” to herself in a whisper.
As the group made their way to the opposite room, the watcher's eyes seemed to follow them across the room. It was, perhaps, due to the way the dolls back in those days were made, with glass eyes which appeared to follow a person's movements, but was actually down to the reflection of light off of them. Holly kept herself as far away from the observer as she could, hiding behind the others as they headed into the next room.
The next room was a large sitting room, complete will old style wooden chairs around a large wooden table. A sizeable fireplace rested opposite the main doorway, with charcoal logs remaining behind the large grate in front of it. An imposing painting of a five person family hung above the fireplace. The family was wearing traditional Aristocrat clothes, and was composed of an official looking man, with black hair turning grey, a middle aged women with dark brown hair, a young man with hair like the woman, and two children, both girls, which were the mirror image of one another, with dark black hair. Each member had deep brown eyes and looked rather stern. These were probably the original owners of this house, if the tradition of hanging a large painting of the family over a fireplace was still followed when this Mansion was inhabited.
“Would it kill them to smile for a painting?” Haley sighed. “They look like they'd just been insulted by the painter.”
“Most family portraits in the olden days were done without the people being painted smiling.” Lilly educated the younger girl. “Unlike today, they didn't have cameras to take photos for picture, so all poses had to be easily held. Imagine trying to smile for hours on end while somebody paints a picture of you from scratch. Not easy, is it? That's why they kept a neutral expression.”
“Guess so.” Haley shrugged in response. “Must've been really uncomfortable. I can't sit still for thirty minutes, let alone a few hours.”
The exploration of the room continued. Unlike the playroom, this room appeared more suitable for prolonged searching. Once the group had fully explored every corner of the room and were about to turn back to the main foyer, the peace was broken. The same doll they'd seen on the stairs in the foyer had followed them into this room and was sitting at the table, staring at the intruders who'd just finished searching the wine cabinet at the back of the room.
“Persistent little thing.” Haley flatly pointed out. “Can't leave us to look around in peace.”
After Haley's disrespectful comment, the windows at the back of the room, near the Wine Cabinet, slammed open, startling the group and prompting a near synchronised yelp of shock. Everyone turned to see that the window's were now open, and the ragged curtains were fluttering wildly on a non-existent ghostly breeze.
“I want out!” Holly screamed in fear.
A loud clattering sounded on the other end of the sitting room as the chair the doll was in had suddenly toppled over. Kara frantically looked around for the missing doll, only to find it seated on top of the Wine cabinet overlooking the group with the words 'Leave!' scrawled on the wall next to it in black ink.
Without needing to be told twice, Holly and Kara quickly fled the Sitting room back into the foyer as Kara yanked, with all her might, on the double door to the Mansion, with Holly using what little strength she possessed to try as well. Lilly and Haley were about to join them, until the door to the sitting room slammed closed and refused to budge, splitting up the pair. Lilly banged on the sealed door, calling through to the others with all she could to try and get some response.
“Okay, I really want out as well now.” Haley said with a shaking voice as she kept looking at the doll in case it moved again.
“Holly! Kara! Answer me!” Lilly shouted through the door as she banged on it without stopping.
Glass shattering now resounded through the sitting room, causing both of the girls to look to the source, which was all of the windows at the front of the house. The shattered glass on the floor fell in a chilling assembly of 'DESECRATER'
When the girl's attention turned back to the middle of the room, the doll had moved once more onto the table. It was now staring at them with a broken wine bottle next to it, which had the shattered half pointing towards the trapped pair…
Back in the foyer, Kara and Holly were having no luck with opening the door. Being split from the other two didn't help Holly's mounting dread much, as the others were still trapped with a possessed doll. Having little option, Kara took on the role of protector and began to lead Holly towards the open window in the playroom, much to Holly's protest.
The playroom looked much more in disarray now than it did before. Dolls had fallen off the shelves, books had taken a tumble to litter the floor in paper and the chairs and small tables were toppled. The window that Haley had opened prior was now firmly shut and, no matter what she tried, Kara couldn't pull it open. Holly was starting to panic quite seriously, and was mildly hyperventilating. Kara wasn't fareing much better, but at least she was more in control than Holly was. The tumbled dolls forming a circle around a symbol drawn on the floor in red crayon wasn't helping much with each girl's nerves. As the pair cut past the circled dolls to return to the entrance, childish giggling could be heard around them, followed by the sound of them chanting in a language unknown to the pair, accompanied by some much deeper, more distorted voices. No girl dared look at the symbol on the floor out of fear, but the grating voices could not be ignored.
When the terrified pair returned to the main foyer, more chaos had ensued. Nearly the entire doll collection and teddy bear collection in the playroom had relocated to the foyer, and they were all looking at the pair leaving the playroom. Obviously moving their heads as well to follow the pair to the main door, which now had written on it 'No escape for the Damned' in large red letter, still sliding down the door and giving it the appeal of blood writing.
Holly couldn't take it any more. She fell to her knees on the floor and burst into tears, with a large puddle forming under her, the feathered section of her dress absorbing as much as it could before the puddle's volume was too much for it. Kara was now the only one who'd not resigned to the fate of being trapped in this accursed house out of the pair and started shoulder-barging the doors, using all she could to force them open. The chanting from the dolls in the playroom now followed them into the foyer and increased in volume as a reversed pentacle started forming on the door, effectively being burned into it by the gazes of the dolls seated opposite it. Kara backed away from the symbol, falling onto the floor and scrambling away as fast as she could while the symbol was being grafted. She didn't know she'd backed into the Watching Dolls until a whole pile of them fell on top of her, blocking out her view and covering her in the demonic fiends.
She tried in vain, shouting and screaming to try and tear them off her, but more kept jumping onto her. She felt her lower regions getting warmer and wetter as a noticeable hissing sounded over the hellish rituals filling this desecrated place. The furs on her outfit hungrily sucked in the growing moisture, preserving the warmth until they could hold no more and the noisy splattering of liquid meeting wood overpowered the rest of the actions. All Kara could see was darkness and dolls, and all Holly wanted to see was through her closed, tear-ridden eyes…
The others, whom were now prisoners of an armed and seemingly possessed doll, refused to take their eyes off it out of sheer terror for what it may do. However, staring at it just induced the same unbridled horror of not looking at it. Its soulless glass eyes bore into each girl, tearing through every fibre of their being. The ghostly gale force ripping through the room and fluttering the curtains, and the oil painting, just added to the horrors of their situation.
“I admit it, this was the worst idea EVER!” Haley confessed to the doll, expecting a benevolent response. “I just wanna go home. Please let us out. We'll never come here again. I promise!”
“Talking to it won't help.” Lilly answered for the silent Warden.
Lilly returned to trying to open the sealed door, only to hear dual screams from the other end, forcing her to break out all she could to try and leave.
“Answer me!” Lilly called through the door, worry evident in her voice. “Come on, please, ANSWER ME!”
Suddenly, the wind surging through the room knocked the oil painting off its hook, causing it to land on the table, splitting the aged wood in two and vaulting the doll on top of Haley while the bottle shattered on the wall just short of Lilly's head.
“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Both girls screamed as the blinds fell over the windows, plunging the room into perpetual darkness, leaving Haley will a murderous doll on her, and Lilly frantically trying to force a door open.
Then...Silence…
Once each girl returned from the darkness they were plunged into, either voluntarily or involuntarily, they found themselves outside of the mansion, lying on the courtyard floor by the centrepiece of the decaying garden.
Lilly was the first to come round and she began to try and rouse the others, praying to whatever Deity may be listening that they were all unharmed. Haley was easily awakened, and pushed herself up to her knees as she stared blankly at Lilly. A faint trickling sound came from her as the parched dirt path got the first watering it had in many years. The terrors of the mansion finally caught up with the girl as she voided her bladder onto the floor, creating a rather sizeable puddle for a girl so small.
After checking on the others, none of them were harmed physically, but the mental scars they all endured would possibly follow them for years to come. Lilly was the only one with dry clothes at the end of it all, while the other three were not so lucky.
“We're never doing something like this again. Ever.” Lilly firmly commanded the rest. “I don't know what the hell was going on in there, or how the hell we ended up out here. I just know that we nearly all probably died.”
“Totally agree.” Haley simply confirmed. “Let's just get home.”
Each girl was in unanimous agreement that this was possibly the most stupid idea they'd ever had. Holly was still sobbing away at the trauma of it all and refused to move. She had to be carried back by Lilly. The girls all left the horrors of the Cursed Mansion behind them and headed on out of the gate. However, the Mansion itself didn't appear to be finished with them…
In a window gently lit by the moonlight, a solitary silhouette gazed out of the window at the retreating girls…
Fin~
Afterword: Okay, there's my second story. Sadly, I've only skimmed over this one for a proof read as, like mentioned before, I've been busy with other things. Again, I hope that I've portrayed the Guest character well enough to be suitable. In addition, I'm not used to writing Horror Themed stories, so this one might not really fit the bill for 'Horror', but, I really do hate porcelain dolls to the point of not ever wanting to own one, or be in the same room as one alone. So, there's the Horror for me.
Roka out, for now~ |
Hello again, third and final story request here!
This one was requested by @vexer6. The requester just gave me a base plotline to go with and left the rest to my own writing skills. Aside from the idea, they also made a rather specific request for clothing to be wet in, so I had to roll with it and input a bit of background to allow for this to be done. Nonetheless, I had two characters who'd seemingly fit both the age requirement and the clothing one. You may recognise them from my Season-Unseasonal story from last year. One character is, regrettably, missing, but He's mentioned by the girls, and has some nice 'material' coming His way at the end. Again, the baseline plot was something I've had no physical experience writing, or experiencing, for that matter, so it may be completely off and, if it is, I profusely apologise. Anyway, I've done what I can with it and am pleased with the result, so here it is! This one doesn't really have a (snappy) title like the others, but that has no impact on the quality of it, I hope.
An Unfavourable Compromise
Halloween.
A day that, like Christmas and Birthdays, only comes once a year. A day that anybody can become anything they want for an evening and engage in the frights and thrills of the horrific and fiendish. Some choose to spend this day socialising at parties, collecting various sugary snacks from others, or simply sitting at home and marathoning horror movies while handing treats and tricks to the ghoulish visitors to their homes.
However, some may choose to use the cover of night and anonymity to take part in questionable recreation. At this time of year, cornfields grow to their full height and create a natural maze inside of them for anyone willing to brave setting foot in the fields. This is the very situation that two girls have got themselves in to.
Abigail and Vivi, two Highschool freshmen, decided to abuse the natural cover of the cornfields to sample some questionable beverages. Due to the legal age being a little over their current age, and the fact that their families were rather strict on upholding the overarching legislations that prevented underage drinking, both girls had to seek some form of natural cover to even consider engaging in the consumption of alcohol, and so they headed over to a local cornfield, which had previously been used to host a Harvest Festival just before Halloween.
Vivi was dressed in a pink windbreaker jacket, which was at present unzipped, revealing a deep blue polo shirt underneath it. She also had on a pair of blue shorts, which caressed her slender and beautifully toned legs, and a pair of white and pink running shoes branded with a popular sports brand. Her light brown hair was tied in a set of small twintails on either side of her head, held in place by a set of pumpkin bobble ties. Slung over her shoulder she had a hot pink sports bag, also branded with a popular sports brand.
Abigail had on a similar outfit, except her coat was a deep red track jacket, and her footwear was a pair of casual trainers. Her long dark brown hair was nearly held back by a small black hairband with little horns on either side of it, pointing upwards like a typical addition to any devil outfit. She didn't have any bags on her, and had her jacket done up with both her hands in the pockets on the jacket. Unlike her companion, she was feeling the cold of Autumn.
“This is the place.” Vivi informed Abigail. “Now then, let's head inside and get started on these.”
Vivi accentuated her statement with a little tap on her sports bag.
“Track practice ran on a little later than I'd hoped, but we can't miss this just because some people can't pull their weight on the team.” Vivi finished.
“I still think this is rather a bad idea.” Abigail commented, sounding a little apprehensive. “Won't our parents smell it on us when we get home?”
“Fat chance of that if we just head up to our rooms and lock ourselves away for the night. If my Dad found out that I'd been drinking, he'd never let me hear the end of it.”
“Yeah, but...”
Despite the confirmation from Vivi, Abigail was still second guessing her choices. Never in her life had she even so much as seen alcohol, let alone sampled it. All she knew about it came from her classmates at school, whom often regaled people with tales of drunken capers and brutal hangovers. Most of them were possibly fabricated so they could get with the 'in' crowd, but, even so, it didn't do anything to help her views of the unpredictable drink.
“If you wanna back out, you're more than welcome to.” Vivi lightly teased the apprehensive girl. “I'll just tell Him that you couldn't hold your drink and had an embarrassing accident. I'm sure that'll make 'It' stand to attention quicker than a soldier does to their commanding officer.”
“D-don't tell Him that!” Abigail protested as a deep blush formed on her face. “Th-that's totally not true! I'll prove it!”
“Gotcha...” Vivi grinned to herself.
At that planned provocation from Vivi, both teens were set on the evening they had planned and headed deep into the Corn Maze, using the cover of the natural barricades to prevent any curious onlookers from catching on to their lawbreaking antics. When they'd reached the clearing in the centre, Vivi placed her bag on the floor, opened it up and drew out a pair of WKD Blue Bottles.
“We'll start out small.” Vivi informed Abigail as she handed her one of the bottles. “These are only 4%, so they're as weak as they come.”
Opening up one of the side pockets, Vivi pulled out a small Bottle opener and popped the caps of each bottle.
“How many more you got in there?” Abigail asked.
“Two more WKD, a 4 pack of Stella, and a Litre bottle of Smirnoff.” Vivi answered. “We probably won't get through all of them, but we can try.”
“I-I'll do my best!”
“This isn't cheerleader practice, Cheer Captain. We're not trying to win a game here. Just drink and enjoy the evening.”
And so, the alcohol filled night began. The first pair of drinks took a little longer to finish off because neither of them wanted to rush in and face the consequences of intoxication too soon. When they'd cleared the first set, the others flowed more easily. Both girls got rather tipsy, giggling at one another's stupid stories and behaviour. The alcohol did the thinking for them when they started on the Stella, as they tried to down it as quickly as they could, only to fail miserably and spill most of it on themselves. They were about to start on the Smirnoff when Vivi caught the time while flicking through her phone for pictures of her Childhood friend in embarrassing situations.
“Oh shit!” Vivi exclaimed. “I was meant to be back before eleven, and now it's going on for midnight.”
“Vivi~ doooon't shpeak sho loud.” Abigail slurred as she pulled herself up from leaning on the Scarecrow in the field. She was possibly the most drunk out of the pair. “You'll wake up -hic- Mishter Scharecrow.”
“You're totally pissed, girl.” Vivi laughed at her drunken friend. “You've only had one WKD and half of a Stella.”
“But I've outdrank Mr. Scarecrow.” Abigail protested with a small pout. Her face was positively flushed red with drunkenness.
“That's easy to do. We'd outdrank him before we even started.”
Getting Abigail home in this state would be problematic to say the least, but Curfews demanded it, and Vivi had already far surpassed hers.
“Come on, let's get you home.” Vivi chuckled to Abigail as she pulled her up onto her shoulder. Standing up was possibly not the best idea for her, as both girls soon toppled over as the alcohol caught up with Vivi, causing them to land in quite a heap on the floor, laughing like idiots as they fell.
“Guess I'm just as bad as you.” Vivi laughed as she tried to stand up once more. “Though, I've had at least twice your count.”
“Vivi, I gotta pee~” Abigail announced, not caring about the blatantness of her statement. She'd become quite childish from the drunkenness.
“So have I, but let's get home.”
“But I really gotta gooooooo.”
“Yeah, you can go when we get home. Peeing in this field is the last thing I wanna do, and you should know better as well.”
“Oooooooookayyyyyyyy...”
Once Vivi had finally managed to regain her footing, supporting both a drunken Abigail and her half empty bag of alcohol, the pair started to make their way out of the field. However, due to their lack of foresight, and the mild intoxication Vivi was currently experiencing, navigating out of this maze proved more difficult than they'd expected. Vivi had somehow managed to go a full circle back to the Scarecrow twice before she'd noticed that they weren't getting anywhere.
“Vivi, I really gotta pee now.” Abigail whined as she squirmed a little on Vivi's shoulder. “Are we out yet?”
“No we're not.” Vivi sighed as she tried to right the squirming girl so she didn't fall flat on her face. “You're not a kid. You can hold it through one stupid maze. And stop saying it, you're making it worse for me as well.”
“But I really, really gotta pee...”
Abigail was too far gone in the alcohol to get any sense out of her. Eventually, after coming across the same Scarecrow for a third time, Viv just gave up.
“This is so stupid!” She angrily complained. “Let's just bust through the corn out of here!”
True to her word, and her short temper, Vivi just picked a single direction, which was the one the scarecrow was facing, and just charged through the corn. There was enough of it around to make up for a small amount of trampled corn. However, pushing aside all the corn wasn't easy. Plus, the mounting pressure in her bladder, and the technical deadweight on her shoulder, wasn't helping matters.
“Vivi, I can't hold it!” Abigail suddenly announced “I'm gonna pee myself!”
“You can't be serious!” Vivi protested. “We've only been wandering around for, like, thirty minutes!”
“I'm really serious. It's coming ooooooouuuuuuuuutttttttt!”
True enough, Vivi felt the side of her leg that Abigail was leaning on suddenly get warmer and wetter as a noisy splattering of pee hitting plant life echoed around the pair.
“EW! GROSS!” Vivi exclaimed as she quickly pushed Abigail to the side, making her stumbled a little before falling on her rear, still peeing full force, on the trampled corn plants underneath her.
“Knew this would happen.” Vivi grinned to herself as she got her phone out and began recording Abigail's complete loss of control, much to the dismay of the target. “He's gonna love this. He'll be jerking off to this tomorrow!”
“Noooooooooo, stop recording!” Abigail retaliated as she tried to hide the rapidly growing wet patch across her blue shorts, but was evidently just flailing around as she couldn't really see the exact place through her proverbial 'Beer Goggles'.
The explosion from Abigail lasted nearly a full minute as all the alcohol she drank that night forced its way out of her, onto her sodden shorts, and into the puddle forming on the corn under her. Seeing another losing control just made it even harder for Vivi to keep her own bladder in check as she crossed her legs and bobbed from side to side while recording, even going as far as to turn the camera on herself and record her pee-dance for the amusement, and 'material', of the recipient for this video. The alcohol possibly had some influence on her brazen display, as she wouldn't, in her right mind, even dream about doing something like this.
Once Abigail had finished emptying her liquid reserves, she sat there, gently sobbing away, as Vivi stopped the recording and picked her up once more.
“Don't be so down. He's gonna love this when He gets it.” Vivi tried to console her companion, though it didn't really work as expected.
“I peed myself.” Abigail sobbed in response. “I really peed myself.”
“Good one, Captain Obvious.”
Now that one had found relief, all that remained was for the other to either meet the same fate, or get out of this maze in time. Thankfully, after another ten minutes of pushing on in the same direction, Vivi and Abigail made it out of the maze and back to the road they entered from. One problem solved, now one more remained.
“Okay, let's stop here for a bit. I'm at my limit.” Vivi informed Abigail as she set her down on the kerbside and put all her focus on holding back the impending flood.
“You should pee yourself too.” Abigail countered. “It's only fair.”
“What?! No way in hell would I do that!”
“Do it. You recorded me peeing myself, so fair is fair.”
“I said no!”
Abigail was having none of Vivi's non-compliance. With most of the drunkenness gone, Abigail could at least move enough to pounce on Vivi and tickle her all over, prompting the other girl to enter a fit of giggles and squirming.
“Stop! You'll make me pee myself!” Vivi ordered her tickle attacker.
“That's the whole reason I'm doing this!” Abigail retorted. “You got to see and record me peeing myself, so, as I said, it's only fair that you do it!”
“You're drunk, girl! You don't really want this!”
“Yes I do.”
“Seriously, STOP! STOOOOOOOOOOP!”
Eventually, Vivi's iron grip faltered, and a sheer torrent of urine erupted forth from her, instantly soaking her shorts and cascading down to the floor beneath her, forming a mini lake beneath her on the pavement. Abigail, with her phone already out and primed for recording, was capturing every last second, from when she started her tickle assault, to this very moment, capturing the entirety in crisp HD Quality, using the street lights as lighting.
“He's gonna love this as well. Seeing a pee shy girl like you using your panties as a toilet over the cover of the cornfields.” Abigail taunted. “Revenge is sweet, and so will He be after He sees this.”
With absolutely no strength left to hold back the tides, Vivi just let her bladder empty itself all over her clothes and the floor. Much like Abigail was after her loss, Vivi's post accident shock caught up to her as she gently sobbed away, looking at the lake she was making beneath her. Once around half a minute was up, the torrent died down to a stream and finished with trickles. Her blue shorts were now a deep blue and glistening in the light from the lamps, and the lower half of her polo shirt was also not saved from the flood. Thankfully, her jacket had prevent most of it from reaching anywhere else, but her clothes were still sodden, especially on the lower half.
“Happy now?!” Vivi sulked with a sniffle.
“Now we're equal.” Abigail answered with a smile as she stopped the recording.
After a tense moment between the pair, each of them burst out laughing at what had just happened. They'd left for a night on the drink, only to end up wetting themselves and recording it as masturbation material for a friend. Overall, this night had been eventful, and now came the awkwardness of making it home, in pee soaked clothing, and back to their rooms without their parents noticing. Let the stealthing begin.
Fin~
Afterword: There's all my requests, completed and posted in all their glory. Despite the smaller turnout than anticipated, I'm quite thankful that I only had a few to focus on, as that allowed me to put all my effort into one at a time rather than splitting it across multiple stories. Once more, I hope that I've fulfilled the requests to a suitable level for each person who was kind enough to offer inspiration for me.
Happy Halloween to all!
Roka out!~
Edited October 31, 2016 by Roka-tan
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Hey guys! This will be my first work of fiction on this site. This story is a light-hearted, school-life, rom-com, omorashi mash-up revolving around the lives of 6 students who attend Clermont Academy. All these students have one thing in common, whether they know it from the start, or not, and I'm sure you can all guess what it is! It's partially based off of omorashi Sims 3 and 4 playthroughs and experiences with my friends or at least what I secretly wish would happen. I'll try to update it weekly, and if not weekly then bi-weekly. Well I'm done rambling now, so kick back, relax, and enjoy the pee!
~Floods at Clermont Academy~
It was a sweltering sunny August day, a clear sign that the season of summer was not yet over, but the bustling coach bus filled with teenage hormones approaching the sign that read ‘Welcome to Clermont Academy!’ was an even clearer sign that the vacation had definitely come and gone. Clermont was many things to many people, to some it was prison, to others paradise, but one thing that it was to everyone was home. Clermont was one of the most prestigious boarding schools in the entire country, and with the twice monthly expectation meetings they obviously didn’t want the students to forget that.
‘We have a reputation to uphold! A standard to set! A record to break! And it is your job to do that!’
Sarai groaned as she imagined the speech she would surely hear at noon today.
At last the bus came to a screeching halt at the drop off and the doors opened to release the banshees it held.
‘Freshmen’ she sighed.
As Sarai hopped off the bus and grabbed her bags from the luggage compartment she gave the building looming overhead a cocky look.
“Guess what you old fart! This is my last year! This time next year, I’ll be a free woman!”
Sarai’s rant to architecture was interrupted by a yelp and a thud.
“Ow! Sorry! Guess I shoulda took off my head phones! And eye mask…”
Sure enough a rather short young lady was dusting herself off before her with a purple eye mask buried in a mess of wavy brown locks at the top of her head as matching purple head phones hung around her neck.
“Oh it’s no problem! I guess I shouldn’t stand in the middle of the walkway either”
‘While yelling at buildings’ she silently added.
“Cool! Well I’ll see you at orientation!” and the strange girl ran off, quickly disappearing into a sea of black and white uniforms.
Sarai stared at her in awe. ‘She’s fast’ she thought, ‘But strange, who wears eye masks while running?’ She shrugged and continued her trek towards the main building.
“Now students, as you know, each year you are separated into different dormitories based on your houses and years, you should already know your dorms if you received your schedule, anyone who has yet to receive their schedule must report to their counselor, everyone else may go to their dorms”
Although Sarai never really partook in the antics of freshmen even she whooped and hollered at the conclusion of Headmistress Donahue’s lengthy orientation speech. Equipped with her schedule, she set off to find her dorm with a smile.
‘Finally! The senior dorms!’
Sarai’s been waiting for a senior dorm since her alumni mother told her about them. They had their own kitchen, a cafeteria, and a rec room. Plus each room had a double bed and flat screen TV. And best off all,
“No roommates!”
Sarai literally pranced all the way to the senior dorms not caring what people thought of it. At last she reached the glass panel doors that said ‘Rose House’ on each of them. She walked in followed by a smattering of fellow seniors and padded to the elevator to see it was already called. With no one there to actually call it, the new senior got a bit scared till she saw a familiar face breeze past carrying two bottles of Sunny D.
“Want one?” the boy asked
“S-Sure” she replied
Oh yeah, she definitely knew this guy she’d remember his black and white hair anyway. She always called him Skunk Boy in her head since she never knew his name, but she meant no ill will, besides she always thought he was cute.
“So how was your summer?”
‘Smooth move Sarai, you don’t even know his name and all of a sudden you want to know about his summer?’
“Cool”
The elevator doors opened and they stepped in
“Mine was too. We went to Disneyworld! My aunt said I’m too old, but I never cared”
“That sounds fun”
A few people got off on the second floor, Sarai and Skunk Boy both sipped their drinks
“Your hair’s really cool! I like white. And black. And hair…..”
‘……Did I really……?’
Skunk Boy chuckled
“Your hair’s cool too, I like purple”
Sarai grabbed her hair instinctively and remembered her colored hair. She was skeptical about purple at first, doubting it would go with her dark skin, but now she appreciated her cousin’s suggestion.
A few people got off on the third floor, Sarai and Skunk boy sipped their drinks
“What’s your room number?”
‘Oh no! I’m getting personal!”
“403”
“Ah! I’m 404!”
“Guess we’re neighbors again then, we sat together last year in Art too”
“Yeah…. I never got your name”
The elevator stopped on the fourth floor and the duo exited
“My name is Sarai Jackson!” she blurted out.
Skunk boy paused at the door to his room and turned around
“Gus” He said simply, and walked in his room
Sarai walked to her own room and slumped against the door
“I gave him my whole government name and he’s just like ‘Gus’!” she imitated
Just then she felt a sharp pain on her foot
“Ouch!”
“Sorry! I shoulda took off my mask!”
‘Wait a second!’
“You’re that girl from earlier aren’t you?”
The girl gave her a once over and nodded
“Yup! I was thinking the same thing; I’d recognized those thighs anywhere!”
Sarai was sure even with her caramel brown skin she was turning red
“Umm….”
The girl took her by the arms and said
“I kid I kid! I’m Vanessa Torres by the way, but you can call me Nessie!”
“Sarai Jackson”
“I’m in room 406, so we’re neighbors! I look forward to our friendship! How about we eat breakfast together in the morning huh? See you there night night!”
And with that Nessie left her in awe once more.
“The chick talks as fast as she runs!”
‘But she does seem like an interesting girl, plus I finally know Skunk Boy’s real name!’ she thought as she entered her room.
It was just as her mother described, double bed, flat screen TV, and to make things better a laptop rested on an ebony desk in the corner of her room. Sarai kicked off her black uniform loafers and back flopped onto her new bed.
“Yep, this year will be interesting alright!”
She sat up and downed the rest of her Sunny D and threw it in the trash bin next to her desk. She walked over to her suitcases and began transferring its contents to their respective places, Uniforms, underwear, and street clothes; posters, books, and magazines; perfumes, lotions, and sprays. After about an hour of this she felt a familiar pressure in her lower abdomen.
‘I kinda have to pee….’
But as she got up she noticed something
“Hey, there’s no bathroom in here…”
‘Come to think of it, mom never even talked about the bathrooms here…..”
She grabbed her phone from its place on the dresser and checked the time
‘9:00’
Figuring her room was as organized as it’d get she set out to find a bathroom.
‘I know I saw one around here….. Aha!’
At the far end of the hallway was a brown wooden door with ‘WC’ written on it in white paint. Sarai tried the door only to find it was locked.
‘Odd’
She turned the knob a bit harder but it still wouldn’t budge. Next she knocked.
“Excuse me, is anyone in here?”
No answer
‘Maybe they’re shy?’
So she waited. She could wait right?
A good seven minutes passed before she realized no one was in there.
She tried the door again, jiggling the knob frantically.
“What’s wrong with this stupid door?!”
As she jiggled the knob she realized her need to pee was greater than she thought, each move sent a wave of desperation through her, each one bigger than the last.
‘Oh no…. This can’t be good…’
She pounded the door again and kicked it for good measure, and then she froze
‘Bad idea!’
The power of the kick sent a spasm through her bladder making her dribble a bit in her panties. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, she felt around her crotch to assess the damage.
‘Not too bad.’
She could only feel a spot of warmth, but other than that nothing else leaked through. She took the apparent solitude as an opportunity to hold her crotch though; she shoved both hands underneath the black and white plaid material of her uniform skirt and squeezed. She bounced up and down and looked around to see if there was anywhere she could sit. She sighed as the only thing she could possibly sit on was the hard cherry wood floors.
‘And bending like that will definitely make me leak even more…’
She quickly removed her hands from her crotch when she heard footsteps approaching her. The panic that coursed through her sent another spasm to her bladder causing another dribble, this one a bit longer. She tightened her thighs in response.
As the footsteps came closer she recognized the face of the woman they belonged to. Ms. Reginald, a young but strict woman who is one of the dorm monitors.
“Miss Jackson, why are you not in your room?” she questioned
“I need to use the toilet, but the door is locked”
“Didn’t you read your handbook? They just instated a new set of rules! Toilets are only open between 10 PM and 6AM! It’s only…” She paused to look at her watch “9:25”
“Wait what?” The thought of having to wait another 35 minutes sent another spurt to her panties, this time she could feel a tiny drop course down a leg.
“Excuse me ma’am, but-” Another spurt escaped, she was sure her light pink panties were a shade darker around the center.
“No buts! Either wait for the toilets to open in your room!” Ms. Reginald punctuated her statement with a poke to Sarai’s stomach that led to a full blown leak. Not wanting to hold her crotch in front of her, Sarai could only squeeze her thighs tighter which only made it more noticeable as the space between her socks and skirt glistened with her pee.
“Or” the monitor continued “Go to bed and use it before 6. Either way, curfew is 9:00 and you’re considered unauthorized loitering in the hall like this! You don’t want a write up on the first day!”
Sarai was bouncing again; she didn’t think she’d be able to stop the next leak threatening to come out, but it wasn’t like there was anything she could do. Ms. Reginald said the toilets wouldn’t open until 10, but she didn’t know if she could wait half an hour and her room was all the way down the hall…
‘Maybe sleeping would help me hold it! And I could wake up before 6 so I can make it!’
“Alright, sorry Ms. Reginald, I’ll go to my room now”
Ms. Reginald nodded her response and watched as Sarai hobbled off towards her room before heading towards the elevator herself to head to the next floor on her schedule.
Sarai knew that getting dressed with a full bladder would be difficult, but she never imagined it’d feel like a torture method. The school’s uniform policy was very strict, so strict they even had uniform pajamas to prevent provocative clothing from ever being worn. But when one has curves like Sarai, it’s impossible for anything to not look provocative, even the grey sweat pants and white Clermont tee that made up the pajamas. The shirt was no problem, but the pants proved to be a big one.
There she stood in the center of the room in only a tee shirt and wet pink panties, thighs glued together, grey pants in hand, thinking of a way to put on those grey pants without turning them black. She’d already tried doing it quickly, but that resulted in a 4 second long leak that made a tiny spot on the beige carpet of her bedroom. She considered sitting down, but she didn’t want her bed or plush desk chair to have a spot either.
‘Oh! I know!’
Sarai placed her pants down on the floor, and put each her legs into their respective holes, she then took a deep breath and quickly bent down to pull up the grey cotton pants, but this didn't work out as planned. Just as she grabbed the material she felt that familiar warmth again accompanied by a tell-tame hissing. She let out a squeak as she stepped away from her pants and kicked them out the way to keep them dry, all while desperately rubbing her crotch in an attempt to stop the flood,
‘Alright, screw it!’ she thought to herself.
She rummaged through her bags through her dresser to find a Walmart bag occupied by a pack of razors, deodorant and toothpaste. She dumped all the contents haphazardly onto the top her her dresser and wrapped the bag around her still wet panties. She then climbed into her bed and shut her eyes and hoped to dream of deserts, droughts and other dry things, saying them to herself out loud to help fall asleep.
“The Sahara, Mars, Aunt Judith’s cornbread…...”
Eventually it worked and she fell asleep. She didn’t know when exactly it happened, but her next coherent thought was…. Warmth. Wait, that’s not good!
Sarai shot up and heard hissing, and a bag rustling. Sure enough she was in her bed, peeing in her panties and watching it all flow into an empty Walmart bag. She got up, but that only made it worse, and warm pee started gushing out of her and onto the carpet. She reached for her phone and checked the time.
5:45
“Yes!” she exclaimed. She opened the door, not caring how ridiculous she looked. That is, until she saw the long line of at least 20 students all waiting in line for the toilet. Her face fell and she whimpered, backing into her room again. Then, her bladder gave up. Sarai ripped the Walmart off of her waist and slumped against her door, releasing her bladder’s contents onto the carpet. All she heard was the hissing of her pee shooting out of her and the squishy sound of the carpet as she adjusted her butt to get into a better position. Although it was embarrassing for a girl her age to be peeing herself, she couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of warmth as her pee pooled at her crotch and ran down beneath her butt and was absorbed into the carpet. She peed for what seemed like eternity until the last few spurts came out of her, and then sat there even longer, enjoying the warm squishiness of the carpet. Only when her pee started to cool and the room began to smell did she move.
She walked up to the full body mirror to inspect the damage
. There was a wet patch about the size of a baseball on the front, and her butt was completely soaked save for one dry spot way up at the top. She took off her panties and wiped herself with a tissue and put on her grey pajama pants, also grabbing a fresh pair of blue panties and her uniform.
“Well that’s one way to start your senior year, peeing your panties on your dorm room floor,” Sarai mumbled to herself. She typed up a note on her phone to remind herself to find something to clean the carpet with, and went on her way to the dorm showers.
Yep this is going to be a long year. |
Let me start off by saying this is from my own personal fantasies and someday i hope it will come true. I'll be doing it in third person using my RP name, Piper. Hope you enjoy my dirty little secret ;D
Her 18th birthday finally came, and Piper couldnt be more excited. Even though she had just become an adult she had never felt more like a woman than that night. Her friends took her out for a night on the town and she looked stunning. She wore a tight fitting black dress with mesh revealing cleavage and a bit of her hourglass waist. She thought she looked beautiful. They went out to a party to have a good night and celebrate her transition into adulthood. Now Piper didnt drink but tonight she was feeling adventurous and let her friends make her one drink. And did they make a drink. That poor girl. They gave her a large homemade strawberry wine punch, not waning to make it too strong for her virgin alchohol tolerence. And mind you, Piper was all virgin. This poor girl still held her Vcard! But now that she moved from young teen to young adult she felt she was ready to finally lose it. Boy did she not know what she had coming. The party was amazing, great dance music, beautiful men, and fun times with her friends. The drink gave her a light buzz but she nursed some water throughout the night to keep herself hydrated. At around 1 am, when a party usually reaches its peak, she slipped away from her group to find her way to a bathroom. Now they had rich friends whose houses were HUGE, for the area anyways. With her light buzz and unfamiliarity with the home she got lost. Fast. She could feel a tight twinge in her lower abdomen, her bladder wasnt happy, esspecially holding the new liquid thats never touched her tongue before. She winced a bit and squeezed her legs together quick, she wasnt used to being so desperete so soon, mind you this was a woman that could hold her liquid for hours on end. It was completely new to her this feeling of nearly wetting herself. She began to panic a bit, she had always wanted to have a real accident but never imagined it may happen at a party on her 18th birthday. Her hand skimmed the wall as she searched harder for the restroom, there were people scattered every now and then away from the main party but she didn't know anyone to ask where the restroom was, she was much to shy. In her distracted search for the restroom she completely overlooked the 6'3 wall of muscle she slammed right into. In her shock she lost her balance and fell back on her ass,the force of the fall made her bladder ache painfully. she let out a gasp and put her hand between her legs, not concerned at all that her dress hiked up above her hips to show a lacy black thong, a piece of clothe that wouldnt catch a drop of the waterfall that her bladder held. The wall of muscle turned around and looked down at the little 5'2 Piper. It was her crush of 4 years, the gorgeous school jock, and known fuck boy, Justin. She looked up as his hand came into view,"need some help there? dont know how you didnt see me" he chuckled a bit and it made her body, lower body, twinge with a different ache, something she had never felt before. Her cheeks turned bright red and she took his hand gently,forgetting her need to pee as he helped her up carefully. She blushed even more when she realized there was nothing left to the imagination with her dress hiked up so high. She quickly yanked it down and laughed nervously,"s-sorry i-i was uhm....l-looking for the restroom..." as she said restroom she remembered her need to pee and it came back with a vengance so strong she gasped and fully grabbed her crotch. His eyes widened in shock as he watched her nearly lose control,"oh shit yea. here follow me" he lead her down a different hall, she oddly noticed how empty it was. He lead her into a bedroom and shut the door," theres a bathroom in here, i figured youd want a bit more privacy" as he said that he stood in front of the now closed bedroom door, standing there tall and handsome and watching her squirm in place. She nodded and ran to the bathroom, too desperete to care that the door was wide open. He smirked a bit to himself and locked the door quietly and slowly walked to the bathroom to see her squirming harder, hands holding herself under her dress as she read a little sign on the toilet that read "THIS ONE DOESNT WORK, SORRY". She mentally cursed and looked up to see the 6'3 man watching her,"oh shoot....i guess i forgot" but she had a small idea he knew that it was unuseable. She whimpered,"i-i cant hold it....m-much longer" tears stung her eyes as she felt a bit of pee escape her and drip through her fingers. She thought she saw a bit of lust in his eyes. "hmmm...well...theres the shower?" he nodded to the shower behind her. She looked up at him,"y-yea...i-ill do that...u-uhm..." she stepped into the shower, the doors were glass and were very clear so he could see everything. "well....are you gonna go?" he smirked. She frowned,"b-but your still in the room...?" He nodded,"i know....i wanna see you pee..." his voice dropped and became husky with clear cut desire. Her body had never ached harder. She let out a little gasp and closed her eyes as she felt her body lose control, another small gush of pee gushed through her fingers. "b-but its emberassing...." he chuckled softly,"i know you like me Piper....and i wanna see how much you like me....prove it to me...pee in front of me...now" he demanded,his eyes on her wiggling hips. It was as if a switch was flipped, her urethra just seemed to give up and pee gushed forth through her thong. She let out a little moan as the relief was amazing, she moved her wet hands aside and let the pee gush between her legs and splattered onto the shower floor. His eyes went from her stream to her shivering body to her pleasure filled expression. Her pee seemed to last forever, at least to her, but when it finally ended she was left breathless and wet, in more ways than one. He seemed to sense that because he shed his shoes and socks suddenly and stepped into the shower, right in her small pee puddle, and took her in his arms and kissed her suddenly. She was taken aback for a moment but she soon melted into his kiss, it was like the kiss of an angel, one she had been dreaming of all through highschool. His hands rubbed her skinny waist before trailing to her volumptous ass and squeezed hard. She let out a small gasp and blushed," w-wait what...?" she slowly pushed him away, they were breathless. He chuckled," i want you Piper...i want all of you...." she blushed a bit," b-but...im a virgin" he nodded,"i know...i want to be your first....will you let me?" she blushed and nodded. "yes....please...be my first..." He would hear nothing more, yanking the small girl into his arms, wrapping her wet legs around his waist and carrying her back to the bed. He nearly threw her down and yanked her dress over her head, leaving her in a black thong and matching black bra. He grinned,"black...the sexiest color on a woman in my opinion" she couldnt help but giggle a bit, but her giggle silenced when he spread Piper's legs and knelt between them,pulling the thong to the side. "W-WAIT! " she sat up in a panic,"i-i just peed....i-im dirty..." he smirked,"i know...im gonna clean you up...i wanna taste how sweet you are..." her body throbbed once more,"o-ohhh..." she flushed pink and lay back on the bed,letting him work her up with soft kisses to her cooling pee covered thighs. He licked along her thigh and brought her legs to rest on his shoulders as he buried his face in her crotch and breathed deeply,"fuck.....you smell so good." she blushed and covered her face to hide her emberassment, but let out a tiny gasp when his tongue ran along her virgin slit. He let out a soft groan of his own as he went to town licking her up. Once she was clean he got up from the kneel and crawled over her on the bed, after shucking off his shirt of course. Piper peeked at him through her fingers,"w-wow..." without thinking she touched his muscled chest gently, he smiled and kissed her neck gently," after this...you will go on a date with me" it wasnt a question, but a command that he growled in her ear. she shivered in delight and nodded,"i-i would love to" he chuckled and kissed her lips again,"good girl....now...undress me" he got up to kneel over her. she blushed and sat up on her elbows to look at him in his blue jeans,"mmm...okay" she sat up and popped open the button to his jeans, her hand brushing over a noticable bulge. His breathing hitched a bit. She giggled and unzipped him and he got off the bed so she could help him wriggle off his pants. Once he was left in his very bulged boxers she was too turned on to even be emberassed anymore. He took her hand and gently placed it over his bulge, she felt his warm hardness,"this is what you did to me...." she blushed,"m-may i taste you too?" he nodded and chuckled,"i would like nothing more." and with that he yanked off his boxers and revealed an impressive 7 inch member. She blushed,"i-its my first time..." he nodded,"i know..ill help you" he took her hands and placed it on his length gently,"like this" he began to use her hands to stroke himself. She blushed and once she got the rythem he moved his hands to let her do it herself. She leaned in close and placed a kiss on his hip bone as she stroke him, his tip near her neck. He let out a soft moan and she looked up to see his eyes closed. She blushed and moved her mouth to his tip and gently licked along his urethra, he tasted clean thankfully. His breathing hitched again and she loved it and pushed his tip into her mouth, sucking on it gently like a lollipop, using her tongue to work over his urethra like she had learned from so much research on the internet, her hands never stopping on his length. She worked like that for a bit and he was clearly getting turned on and was getting close. Then he suddenly but gently pushed her away,"i want to be inside you....are you ready..?" she was breathless and nervous but her body was aching. She nodded and laid back on the bed. He crawled over her and lifted her hips a bit,he knew by the patch she wore she had birth control so he wouldnt have to worry about a condom,but he did produce lube from out of no where it seemed. He sat between her legs and lubed himself up before slipping a slippery finger inside her. She gasped a bit and winced,"o-ow..." she let out a soft whine and he grimaced," sorry baby...just endure it a bit longer...i dont wanna rip you." he worked his finger inside her and as he thrusted it in her she slowly began to get used to it. He added another and began to scissor them inside her to stretch her tight virgin body,his breathing was still very heavy,"your so tight...and wet....fuck i want to take you...." his voice was strained and it drove her over the edge, she orgasmed around his fingers without any warning or even realizing it was happening until she was shaking with pleasure. He seemed to be just as shocked but he slowed his fingers inside her to let her come down from the waves of pleasure. Her hips had lifted off the bed a bit and as she came down he pulled his fingers out and rubbed his tip against her virgin opening,"i cant wait anymore i need to be inside you....i want you to be mine." he was breathing hard in her ear," d-do it" she blushed and without any more talk he shoved in his 7 inch member, breaking her virginity and burying himself deeply inside her. She let out a soft cry and her nails gripped his back hard,her hips coming further off the bed as he claimed her as his own. He stopped once he was inside her and looked down at her frozen face,"a-are you okay?" his voice held restraint as he struggled to hold himself back. She nodded and whimpered,"i-i think so...i-it feels strange....b-but i think its okay" she blushed and giggled. "can i move...?" he nearly begged. She nodded and hugged him tightly, feeling a throbbing deep in her body,"please" he nodded an slowly pulled his hips back and pushed back into her, he stilled again but when she didnt seem to be in pain he started to pick up a slow rythem of pushing into her unbelievably tight body. They went like that for a few minutes before he began to pick up speed, grunting softly into her ear. She gasped and her nails raked down his back as she felt him shove in hard and a warm liquid ooze inside her. He panted hard and lay his sweaty forhead on her shoulder,"g-god...." he chuckled,"that was....wow..." he sat up a bit and smiled sheepishly,"sorry....i couldnt help myself..." she smiled and bit her lip,"no...i liked it...oooohhh" her eyes widened as he slowly pulled out of her already sore body. She looked up at him and blushed softly as his eyes scanned over her nude body,"beautiful....you know what i wanna do...?" she frowned a bit,"no...what?" a sadistic smirk slipped over his lips,"mark you as my own....i wanna piss all over your body. so everyone knows your mine." he seemed to growl and her body ached deeply where he spilled his seed,"o...okay" her voice quivered a bit in excitement, her deepest darkest fantasy was about to come true. He grabbed his still wet member and held it above her body, watching her face as her eyes were glued to his tip,"here it comes baby" he groaned and suddenly pee gushed forth and right onto her belly. The warmth made her jolt but it felt so good. He aimed his stream at her breasts, then moved down and pissed right on her slit and finished off there. The bed was soaked now but they didnt care, he lay back down and pulled her into his arms, pulling the still dry covers over them,"this is amazing..." he murmered softly to her. She nodded,feeling suddenly sleepy. He kissed her ear gently and they fell asleep,cuddled naked in a strangers bed soaked with pee. The best way to end her first time in her mind, ever |
I checked the search to see if I had uploaded this story before, I don't think I have!
This story revolves around John and Dave, but there is no romance or anything. Just friends, one of which is stubborn and won't take a break when he needs to :P
Artwork for this fic is at the bottom!
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The only good thing about this line was that there were actually trashcans at the end of every other turn, so Dave didn’t have to carry around that stupid empty cup through the whole thing.
The bad things, well they were too long to list. It was hot as hell under the unforgiving summer sun, there were pains in his stomach from not eating lunch, and the guy behind him kept coughing right into the back of his shirt, just to name a few.
He also really, really needed to piss, but he was trying to block that out of his mind.
John didn’t seem to be as bothered, but he definitely wasn’t comfortable either. His hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat and he kept pulling the front of his shirt to help dry some of the sweat making it stick to his skin.
It was not the greatest idea to go to any theme park during peak summer months, but John was just visiting, so they had to make the most of it. All of the lines had been horribly long, but at least most of them had been under good shade. When Dave had seen the line for the biggest roller coaster in the park spilling outside of its zig-zag ribbon boundary and being baked in the sun with only a few measly umbrellas standing here and there, he’d decided to offset the possible heatstroke by buying the biggest soda offered at a nearby vendor.
This was proving to be a mistake.
He was damn near bursting, his bladder so distended that it there was a bump over the waistline of his pants, but he couldn’t dare hold himself. They were almost at the front of the line, and they’d been waiting for more than two hours. He just kept telling himself that the ride would take two, three minutes tops, and then he’d be able to relieve himself.
John shifted around and pulled at his shirt again, wiping the hair on his forehead. It didn’t go back into place, it just limply stood up askew. “Hey, we already did a lot today, maybe we can do this next time I come? I’m sorry, I’m fried.” He looked very apologetic, it was his idea to go on this ride in the first place.
Dave felt a small bit of relief. This alternative would be so much better-
There was a screech as the returning cars came to a stop. John lit up a little and watched the people emptying from the seats. “We’ve waited so long… if they can fit us, let’s go ahead and do it. If not, we can go. Is that alright?”
“Yeah, sounds like a plan.” Dave winced, he was alright with the idea of riding the thing just seconds before, but now it sounded unbearable.
The line drained away in front of them and they started walking forward, but the cars were filling fast. He was suddenly aware of the sweat beading on his skin, the wet feeling sent a pang of anxiety up his spine, what if he was starting to lose control and wasn’t realizing it? No, no, it had to be sweat. It’s sweat. Definitely. Maybe.
His legs were starting to tremble with the force he was clenching his muscles. Please, please let the cars fill up, because he was very much in the danger zone.
They were now at the head of the line, but the last seat was taken. The ribbon was pulled across the two poles in front of them so they couldn’t pass. Thank God. John’s expression fell a little, but he was beat and ready for a rest, so it didn’t bother him as much as it would have earlier.
John’s hand reached out to wave at the guy tending the line, surely ready to say that they wanted to leave, but at that moment there was a scream from the front of the car line. Some teenager had gotten cold feet, and they shoved the person next to them and got up before the bars were ordered to come down. Two people jumped up to follow them, clearly part of the same group.
Suddenly the ribbon was gone, and John’s face was beaming with as much energy as he could muster. “Oh that’s perfect, come on!”
He reached to grab Dave’s hand, but Dave needed all of his concentration and kept his hands to the side. It was all he could do to smile and maintain a sliver of secrecy. Sweat dribbled down his back and he tensed his body as he stiffly walked to the front car.
Sitting down made him want to cry, all the pressure on his bladder felt like it doubled, and suddenly the wet heat in his crotch felt that much hotter. He tensed again, pulling all of his muscles taught. Sweat. It was just sweat. It had to be.
“Are you alright?” John asked just seconds too late, the bar had already clicked in place. If it weren’t for that stupid bar, Dave would have jumped at that chance to get out.
“It’s a little hot, but nothing I can’t deal with.” He scoffed, trying to smile. John stared at him for a moment with concern, and the car jerked and began moving forward.
“You’re not gonna puke are you?”
“Positive.”
That would have been impossible anyways. The only other feeling Dave had at the moment was the gnawing hunger from an empty stomach, but it was vastly eclipsed by the fact that drips of urine were escaping him at that very moment.
It was just a little, though. He just had to keep it under control for just a couple of minutes, and all would be fine.
The car was getting close to the top of the biggest rise. John was still looking at him, still sensing there was something wrong.
There was a click as they stopped moving. Dave clenched his thighs together, and he was gripping the safety bar with all of his might.
Suddenly they were falling over the other side, and as soon as they hit the bottom they jerked to the right and popped over three small, tight hills. Every turn, the pull from every quick rise after a fall, it was all the toughest test he’d ever faced. He was biting his lip now, his muscles as taught as they could bear, but he was losing. Little quick pulses of urine were escaping him, making his sweat-drenched underwear even more wet, and pooling under his ass.
Its’ OK, no one will notice. Everyone’s dripping with perspiration, and he has black pants that won’t show the wetness. Just keep holding, it’s almost over.
Here came the loops, and John was having the time of his life. His hands were raised and he was beaming with excitement. There was no inkling of a thought that right next to him, Dave was losing it. The change in direction and the pull from turning upside down were torture, and a steady stream was escaping him.
It’s almost over. It’s almost over. Dave kept chanting that in his head, thankfully reining himself in after the loops were passed. Just a few more hills, a few more turns, and it will be over.
It didn’t take long, but it was torture. Every jump and twist pushed his straining body to the limit, but the finish was in sight. The line they had waited forever in was coming into view, but most importantly he could just make out the building that lay a little ways beyond it, past a few food vendors, that housed the bathrooms.
The track screeched as the breaks were applied, and everyone lurched forward. Suddenly a gush of heat spilled between Dave’s thighs and it took every bit of his strength to stop it. Just a little more!
The bars lifted, and he carefully pulled himself out of the seat. Thankfully John was on the side facing the line, or he would have definitely seen the puddle from Dave’s side.
Just a little further!
Dave knew he was leaving an obvious trail of drops, but John was at his side and didn’t notice. He was talking excitedly about something, but Dave couldn’t hear a thing. He could see his target and he had to make it there.
It hit him like a train, the strongest urge to urinate that he’d ever experienced. In an instant he grabbed himself tightly with one hand, but it was pouring out of him fast and hard with such a wave of relief that his knees buckled and he had to catch John’s shoulder in a death grip to keep from falling to the ground. He caught in an awkward half-squatting, half-standing position with a thick torrent of piss helplessly streaming out of him and down his legs. It was so forceful that all he could hear over the sound of blood in his ears was the hiss of his pants being completely drenched.
It felt so /good/!
Dave didn’t even notice John had moved until he felt a supporting arm around his side that helped him keep on his feet, his own arm having been slung over John’s shoulder. It was well appreciated, because his muscles felt tired and weak from the earlier strain and the intense relief pouring over him.
He took deep, hard breaths, and tried to collect himself. There was a huge puddle spreading out under his piss-soaked shoes, but he still hadn’t stopped. His senses were coming back- John was staring at him with the most concerned expression he’d ever seen, and now he was acutely aware of all the eyes from strangers that were locked onto him.
Well, this sucked. There was really no way to reclaim dignity after something like this, the best he could do was to try and melt away into the crowd as fast as possible. Leaning against his friend, he straightened up and started to walk away. John caught on and kept the same pace, but didn’t let go of him.
“I fucked up,” Dave’s voice was low and exhausted, and the last bit of liquid was still dribbling from him with each step. Now a dull ache was spreading across his abdomen, he’d pushed himself to the absolute limit and now his body was showing the signs.
“You should have said something, Jesus. I didn’t /have/ to go on that thing.”
He noticed John was taking in all the stares they were getting as eyes followed the wet trail to its fleeing source.
“If anyone asks, I’m drunk as hell.”
There was a snort next to him. “I wish that were the case, it’d be easier to explain. How are we going to get back to your place? No one’s going to let us in their car.”
Dave thought for a moment, but came up blank.
“I didn’t really plan ahead for this you know.” |
A/N: This was written for Kinktober. I tried to avoid anything spoiler-y in this fic so if you're interested in reading Etsusa Bridge (which is by the same guy who wrote Durarara), let me know cos I have PDFs and epubs of the fan translations.
He stopped struggling a long time ago, but he finds himself fidgeting more and more often. It's all a matter of patience, he knows; he can still make it out of this without issue. Playing the part of the helpless underling has worked so far, and that girl- that captain of the Guard Team- convinced them to spare him. Hilarious, really, but he hasn't let himself laugh yet. He's got an image to keep for now, after all.
But, just because his plans haven't failed him yet, that does not mean that everything is going particularly well for him. It isn't time for him to escape just yet, and even though he's patient enough, the rest of his body doesn't necessarily agree. Which is just a roundabout way of admitting to himself that his bladder is getting rather full, and that it's getting impossible to ignore it, as much as he would like to.
It's going to be a long wait, and he can already feel his patience wearing thin as he waits for the perfect opportunity to get away. At the moment, he knows this is something he can manage without much difficulty. It's only an annoyance, not a serious concern, and he can even push the dull throb out of his mind for a little bit, and repeats this each time it comes to the forefront of his thoughts.
Time passes, and he's convinced that he's doing just fine; he's a grown ass man, and he's been in enough pinches to know that he can make it for much longer than this, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating. In fact, he seriously doubts that there's anything that can make it less frustrating, especially as it gets worse and he starts to catch himself fidgeting more and more. They switch off on who watches him, so nobody has noticed his shifting movements enough to figure out what it means.
His original guard returns after a while, telling him that it's time to, “get his ass in gear,” by which he assumes that it's time for the little event he's supposed to help them protect. The man, Zhang, unties him from the chair and drags him to his feet, holding his arms behind his back until he's got them bound again. He's sure that, if he tried to resist or escape, that Zhang could overpower him easily, but he has no plans of doing that just yet anyway. Even if it would be nice to be able to go somewhere private and relieve himself before this gets out of hand.
He tells himself, reminds himself, that it can't be that much longer. Zhang takes him to a place where they'll watch from a slight distance, and pushes him onto his stomach, binding his legs as well. Internally, he curses; laying on his stomach adds additional pressure to his bladder, something he could definitely do without right now. Wriggling a little bit, he tries to calm himself down and keep his body under control.
“There's no point in struggling like that,” Zhang mutters, and it is the first time anyone has caught onto his movements, so he must be getting more obvious. “No way in hell you're getting out of ropes I tied. You might as well settle down, cos we got a long day ahead of us, alright?”
“Just trying to get comfortable,” he replies, somewhat relieved that the other man hasn't figured out why he's uncomfortable. “You couldn't have tied me up any other way?”
“You gotta stay low. And this way I know you're not getting out when my back is turned. It's win-win, you know?”
For a moment, he's tempted to break out right then and there, to prove that he can most certainly get out of those ropes, and take this chances with trying to knock the smirk off the larger man's face. But he knows damn well he couldn't take Zhang in a fight, at least not one-on-one like this, and certainly not with his bladder throbbing like this, and if he tried, he's sure Jun would take back her promise of sparing his life. He doesn't know if she could do it herself, but she wouldn't be by herself, and there's no sense in him taking his chances.
But it's getting bad , and he really has to piss, and Zhang isn't distracted even as they watch the crowds together. He keeps turning back to talk, and nothing is enough of a distraction to get him to turn his focus completely away. Escape would be so, so easy, if only he would lose his goddamn focus . Time keeps passing, and he keeps squirming, more and more often despite the fact that it may become more obvious this way.
Clenching a fist does him no good, but he tries it anyway, and curls his toes as well, and grits his teeth. Anything to take his mind off the incessant throb of his bladder and the growing fear that he might not have enough time. Even though he has to have enough time, because this isn't going to happen, the fear is still there, and he genuinely doesn't know how much longer he's going to be able to hold on under these conditions.
When things really begin to take off, it's hard to keep his voice steady, to hide the strain that would be a dead giveaway. He manages well enough, or maybe Zhang just doesn't notice because he's starting to get nervous, and with good reason. Their little event isn't as secure as they expected, and as the shit hits the fan, he keeps playing his part perfectly, feeling himself growing hopeful. It won't be long now, he thinks, before he has the perfect opportunity to make his getaway, and he's shaking just a little bit in anticipation.
Christ , this is so bad, and when he thinks that Zhang is at last much too distracted to notice, he pops the hidden knife out and begins to cut the ropes, praying that he can move quickly and quietly enough in his current condition. He feels as though he could lose control at any moment, and he knows that he isn't in the clear until he's made it a safe distance from Zhang. Plus, he's on a fucking time crunch, there are things he has to do, so he'll barely have enough time to stop and take care of this predicament.
Once his arms are free, he quickly frees his legs and he starts off, timing his steps so that Zhang can never hear him over the sound of his own voice, until he's finally far enough away that he can break into an awkward sprint. Only a few moments into his run, he feels a hot spurt escape and he curses under his breath, stopping for a moment to try to regain his composure.
His breathing is labored both from his run and from his nerves, and he shifts his weight from foot to foot, squeezing his thighs together. He doesn't have time for this, but he knows that he's only seconds away from losing control entirely, as much as he hates to admit it. Though he had wanted to get further away before putting himself in such a vulnerable position, he knows that he isn't going to have the time to do that.
His legs are actually shaking, and he tries to steady himself, reaching for his zipper, but he's faltering, he's too damn close , and he knows, he already knows that this is it for him, and he was almost there, but he can't even move without pushing himself beyond his limits. He's waited for too damn long, and he wants to scream and swear and maybe kick something because he can't even wait the remaining few seconds to get himself out of his pants, and then it's all over and his body gives in to the relief that he's denied himself for hours and hours.
His knees buckle and he supports himself with his hands against a wall, his breath coming out in a long sigh as he soaks through his pants, his bladder still cramping even as it empties itself. The sound of liquid hitting the ground fills the relative silence until there's a sizable puddle on the ground, and when he's completely empty, he stands still for a moment, trying to catch his breath.
The relief, the release of all that swollen pressure, is better than he wants to admit when he's just pissed himself like some sort of child. It feels good to finally be empty , but he now he's soaked and he's already short on time, and there's no way in hell he's going to do anything looking like this. He wonders how quickly he can get himself into fresh clothes, and how he can avoid being seen by many people in the meantime. |
Author's Note: Hey, look! Ore Imo-rashi! And yes, this was at least partially based on the Omoani video.
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"Did you get those pictures of new clothing last night? What did you think," Ayase Aragaki asked her fellow model friend, Kirino Kosaka, as the two walked home from school.
"Hm? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," Kirino responded. "What were you asking?"
Ayase sighed. "Seriously, Kirino? It's a wonder I haven't needed to pull you out of the way of traffic yet, you're so distracted." She had been like this the whole walk, completely out of focus, her thoughts in another place.
"Y-yeah," Kirino attempted to joke. "Other things on my mind, you know?" Ayase was right, with how little she was taking in any of her surroundings, it was amazing she hadn't crashed into anything. Muscle memory from taking this walk every weekday went a long way.
Ayase grinned and leaned in close to her friend. "Oh really? Is there a boy that's caught your eye?"
"W-what?! No, there isn't," Kirino hastily defended. But even she knew, the stuttering and blush on her face wouldn't inspire confidence in the truthfulness of her words.
As such, Ayase smiled like she had won the discussion. "I'd love to quiz you further on that, but I gotta go." They had hit the branching path on their paths home, and Ayase turned away, waving as she disappeared down the perpendicular sidewalk. "See you tomorrow!"
Nervously, Kirino bid farewell in kind, waiting for her friend to disappear out of sight. She checked around, verifying that there was truly no one else in the immediate area. That was reassuring, she thought as she moved her school bag to her left hand and gently rubbed her thigh. Ayase was correct, Kirino was hiding something, she usually was. But this wasn't about her otaku obsessions or her questionable gaming, the usual secrets she kept, this one was much smaller in scale but still embarrassing.
"Damn, I have to go so bad..." Ayase may have been her friend, but there were certain things she wouldn't share. It was surprisingly urgent, too, she needed to get home soon or risk something terrible. "Why do I have to pee so much?"
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"Uhhnnhh...bed me so hard, big brother," Kirino mumbled in her sleep. She spent so much free time (though she'd still call it an important part of her schedule) playing her collection of little sister games, they had long ago invaded her subconscious, but tonight was a lot more vivid. Tonight, she didn't get to sleep until 3 in the morning. Why did new games have to come out on Tuesday, it's not like she had any choice but to play them.
So deep in dreams, she didn't even realize her alarm clock was blaring until probably its hundredth ring, finally forcing her to groggily open her eyes. "Shut up, it's not time to wake up yet." She rolled over onto her other side to face the clock, if only to turn it off, when she finally caught a glimpse of the time it was displaying. "Oh shit, it's late!" She flung herself out from under the blankets, quickly pulling off her pajamas and slipping into her school uniform fast as she could. She ran down the stairs and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her back as she jumped into her shoes, dashing out the door to get to school on time.
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"I need to get home now!" An aversion to using middle school bathrooms meant it was afternoon and Kirino hadn't relieved herself since the previous night. And oh hell was that obvious to her right now, with no one to see, she took the opportunity to grab beneath her skirt hard, bouncing on her heels and biting her bottom lip. She was so close to her house, she’d just have to hold out a few more minutes, however long it’d take to close the distance when she couldn’t run, no matter how much she’d love to.
It took only a short amount of time, but it felt like an eternity to Kirino. Every step sent an urgent signal that it could have been her last, that she very well could have an accident with every movement. But she did it, she was standing on her front walk, on the step facing her door. "Oh thank God, I made it," she exclaimed in a gasp. Probably wasn’t smart to tempt fate like that, not accept victory until she was on the toilet, but it was basically assured. She just had to open the door and get inside.
Of course, the house was locked with no one in it, but Kirino had a key, she had to when she was the first one home if she didn’t have any after-school stuff. Just needed to get it out, as she reached into her skirt’s right pocket, only to find it empty. Immediately, she began to assume the worst. "No, it has to be…" Left pocket, same result.
Now she was panicked. "That can’t be it, it has to be in my bag, it has to be!" Crossing her legs just a little to ease the emergency, she flung her bag in front of her while lifting it up to her chest, opening its flap to inspect its contents. Or, more accurately, to dig through it like a rabid raccoon in a trash can. "Come on, come on, it’s gotta be in here somewhere!" It was hard to tell amidst all the schoolbooks, papers, and other miscellaneous pieces of junk getting shuffled around by her hand.
A few minutes later, she had to give up and face the facts: in her haste to leave this morning, she must have forgotten the key inside. She couldn't help but whimper at that reality as she began dancing a tiny bit. "Why? All the days to leave my key, it's the day I need to get in now!" Against all logic, she began knocking hard on the door, on the miracle chance there could be someone inside. Of course, no response.
So what was she supposed to do now? The windows were always locked so she wouldn't be able to get in that way unless she broke them, an even worse idea. Maybe she could go somewhere else, use their bathroom...but where? There wasn't anywhere she could think of that was close, not somewhere with a toilet for her. "Damn it!"
That's when she noticed, something else nearby: a series of bushes set against a wall, forming an alley between, dividing the houses across the street. An idea popped into her head, one she'd rather not entertain. She had checked earlier, there wasn't anyone who would see her if she...were to do something she wouldn't be proud of. She'd be in and out in a matter of minutes.
She really considered it. She honestly, legitimately, and seriously thought about peeing in the alley. She couldn't get inside, she had no idea when it'd open, she didn't know where she could leave to, what choice did she have? She'd be disgracing herself either way, she should at least choose the one where she wouldn't have to do laundry.
"What are you thinking, Kirino," she scolded to herself to snap her out of the deliberation. "You've got higher standards than that!" She needed to hear it, but that didn't make saying it any easier, never mind accepting it. "Just...hold it," the desperate girl whined.
Suffering on her front step, on the verge of crying, every second felt like an eternity of torment at the mercy of her body. Her bladder was quivering and pulsing, begging Kirino to empty it all in one giant, relieving flood. She dropped her bag onto the concrete walk to free both her hands, using them to pull downwards on her skirt, a flimsy substitute to actually grabbing her crotch, but after really thinking about squatting in public, she felt like she had some lost shame to make up for.
At the same time, she heard the crash of her bag hitting the ground, not that loud but still enough to make her jump. Ever so thankful it didn't cause her to leak a little, she gingerly bent down to retrieve it. "I hope that didn’t break my phone or anything…" While worrying, she remembered that she had her phone at all, and she regressed into feeling like a total dunce. "Call for help…right."
Though, it’s not like the problem was instantly solved by this realization. Her problem was that she was locked out of her own house, the only ones that could help her would be the rest of her family that lived in the house as well. And her parents wouldn’t be able to leave work for this, so that left…her brother, Kyosuke. Kirino didn’t want that to be it, to ask for help from her brother, but she didn’t really have a choice. Flipping open her phone, she began typing a text. I forgot my key this morning and I’m locked out. Get over here.
He didn’t respond immediately. It didn’t stop Kirino from compulsively checking every few seconds for the reply, until a couple minutes later when it came. I’m busy. I’ll get there when I can, but you’ll have to wait until then.
No, I need you here now! Her case wasn’t as strong without the reason why, but hell if she’d admit that.
Too bad, Kyosuke answered, effectively ending the discussion.
"Damn it," she growled, shoving her phone in her pocket. "What does he expect me to do?" She had barely been struggling for 10 minutes, but she was already doubting her ability to last. Unlike a lot of other gamers, Kirino had not built up an iron bladder from her hobby. She played visual novels, games that only moved at the place of the player, she took a break whenever she felt the urge. If she was marathoning an anime, pause between episodes. It was just a stat she had never built up.
Boy, was she regretting that point allocation now. There was a certain degree of hopelessness that came with the knowledge that no one was coming for her, a despair that weakened her muscles and made her desperation all the more volatile. She was scared she might explode if she waited too long, never mind wetting herself.
Once again, she found that alley practically calling to her. Take a leak when no one's looking, what's the worst that could happen? She gets caught, it'd be mortifying, but it's not like she's the only one that's ever done this. Had she done it before? Fuck no, but she had the basic idea. It was a common enough cliché that it had found its way into her games before.
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"Big brother, I really have to tinkle! I can't wait any longer!" The little blond girl on screen was grabbing her school uniform's dress, her twintails bobbing in her dance against a green park backdrop...or it probably was, not like this game had animations, just still pictures. Kirino was using her imagination.
"So what do you want to do, sis? There's no bathroom around," the first-person big brother character replied.
"There's no one else around! Is it okay if I use the bushes over there?"
"If you need to, sure. I'll cover you the best I can."
The girl faded off the screen, her visual presence replaced with audio cues of the shuffling of clothes, and the sound of water pouring afterwards. That sound, the game narrated. How much can a little girl like that hold? ...I'm kinda curious. Should I look? This gave Kirino the choice, turn to look or give the girl the privacy she deserved.
Someone who needed to compulsively see every path, Kirino backed up a screen to save her game, and considered the options before her. "Aw, she's gotta be so cute right now." She'd hate it if someone looked at her if she ended up doing something this disgusting, but this was fiction, and she wanted to see.
The blank background faded into a game CG image, with the sister squatting behind a shrub, lifting her dress up past her waist, an adorable pair of pink panties with a bow down her legs. Her actual privates were censored out, but the slightly yellow stream of urine pouring from it was plenty visible, barely having the time to form a puddle beneath her shoes. Unexpectedly, she wasn't lost in the relief, instead already having noticed she was being peeked at, a bright blush on her cheeks. "Big brother, I told you not to look!"
"I don't remember you saying anything like that. Besides, how could I pass up the chance to see a little angel doing something so naughty?"
"Hmph. You're such a meanie, big brother!" Without voice acting, Kirino had to interpret the tone of the dialogue her own way. And she chose it to be playful, a little girl being a bit tsundere to her older brother, but not actually angry. What did she have to hide from her beloved big brother? It was a nice scene that warmed Kirino's heart. And made her realize she had to pee too.
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"No! Why did I have to remember that part?!" Bad enough she had to remember the game, but her own need at the time, it was making her desperation begin to overpower her. She couldn't help it this time, a wave pushed past her limits and caused a little spurt to find its way into her underwear, turning a small patch of the cream-colored fabric a more yellow tinge.
"Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit," she exclaimed, clutching her crotch so hard her nails were digging into her panties, the motion of her thighs vigorously running in place creating friction burning the sides of her hands. "I'm at my limit, no more..." Once again, that alley across the road was looking really nice, more so now that her options were running low.
She still had reservations, of course. She had pride, no way she was readily embracing this demeaning solution, but...damn, she needed to do something. She had never done anything even remotely close to this, she didn't want to start now, but...fuck, she couldn't be picky now, she should take anything. She hesitated, for as long as she was willing to wait, before looking around again. Still completely alone. "Out of options, can't blame me anymore," she shouted, perhaps a little too happily, as she dropped her bag and bolted off her yard into the narrow passage.
Back against the wall in the shade of the alley, Kirino felt like she had privacy. She didn't feel hampered by modesty before, she was potty dancing in front of her house, but that had nothing on what she was about to do. Really quickly, she yanked her underwear down, falling out of her control down to her shoes as she pulled her skirt upwards. She should have been paralyzed by having her feminine bits completely out in the open, but there were more pressing matters for her at the moment.
Once again, the teenage girl recalled that same eroge the best she could. That scene provided the one image she had seen of how a girl should pee outside, it was all she had for reference. "I...I think she was squatting down like..." She got down as close to the ground as she could, with her feet close together for leverage. "That's...probably good enough." Kirino would settle for it if it meant she could finally piss, and she certainly did, a few drops at first, until she felt comfortable enough to let go completely in a powerful, golden-tinted river.
A few factors she had neglected, unfortunately. First, pee was not her fetish, she didn't pay overt attention to that scene, nor rewatch it. Second, she had also not considered that the CG artist may not have been entirely knowledgeable about the subject either. Positioning is a very finicky thing, and she got it wrong. Her feet too close together, her panties all the way down, her rear almost touching the concrete, these were the ingredients to a recipe for disaster.
It did not take long for Kirino to notice her failure. As soon as she saw her pee flowing into the back of her panties, greatly expanding the tiny stain she had made earlier into a full soaking, she startled herself. "Nonononono!" She attempted to correct herself, by leaning forward, against her thighs, to give the waterfall a little backwards direction, grabbing her knees to keep her posture steady. What she wasn't counting on was her own stamina. She had plenty, she was active, but she had already tired herself out from the holding. The change in balance and stress of her whole weight on her ankles, the careful equilibrium was disturbed, and quite violently, as it sent Kirino tumbling forwards onto her stomach, flaying her legs out behind her, pushing her away from the wall.
A little screw up like this wasn't enough to stop the outpour, though, the dam had long since been broken down on that one. Her bladder would not be satisfied until everything had emptied out into a pond beneath her. It was strong, but not enough to shoot out far, so the warmth was creeping up her thighs, saturating her bunched-up skirt and her shirt. With no other sounds besides the light breeze, Kirino could really hear the crashing water, splattering on the hard asphalt.
She was in shock when she first fell, the breath knocked out of her, but she did finally regain her senses. "Oh crap!" She attempted to push herself upwards to get back on her feet, only to stumble back down with her panties around her ankles. "Oh, forget it!" She'd given up on not wetting herself, her clothes had already gotten drenched, no reason to try anymore. She pulled her underwear back up, and dropped her skirt back over it, never mind that pee was still gushing straight down. She didn't care, just leaning her back against the wall, feet planted further away. "What does it matter anymore? This feels better." It had gone on long enough that it was starting to feel really good. No matter the little fact that she was soaking everything below the waist, even her socks were damp.
"Kirino? What the hell are you doing?" Oh, that's why she should have been worried a little more. She recognized that voice, how could she not? After all, it was Kyosuke, her brother. In a split-second, her head turned to the direction of the noise, and there he was, looking in from the end she came in from. And what a sight he had to be witnessing, his sister in an alley right across the street from their house, having one hell of an accident that somehow got her shirt wet.
Kirino was petrified. It would have been one (still terrible) thing if she was caught squatting, but peeing herself was an entirely different level. Her face turned entirely red, all the air in her lungs escaping in a strained gasp. She should be defending herself, maybe apologizing, but she instead defaulted to her usual attitude around her brother. "What the hell do you think you're looking at?! I'm only doing this because you took forever to get here!"
Kyosuke put his hands up in surrender. "I don't care what's going on here, I'm going to forget I saw anything. Just get inside before someone else stumbles upon you." And he left, just as Kirino's bladder finally showed how much it took with a straggling couple drops closing off the ordeal.
The little sister had no idea how to take this. Kyosuke had long since taken an apathetic approach to dealing with her, but was there some nicety hidden in there? After all, he made a specific point to say he wouldn't tell anyone, that was a pretty nice thing to make clear. Kirino shook it off as she scampered back to the house to change. "No way, he wouldn't do something like that. My big brother can't be this nice."
Edited October 30, 2016 by Captain L
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Happy (almost) Halloween! Not that this story has anything to do with Halloween. This is a multi-part story I've had in my head for awhile, and (I think) I finally have enough weekends in a row to get it written down. Enjoy!
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Hunter Jessup slung an oversized duffel bag onto his left shoulder, then reached down to grab the old office box out of the back seat of the cab. He nodded at the cabbie and shut the car door with his knee. Turning to face the gleaming row of dorms, Hunter shifted his grip awkwardly. There was something profoundly unsettling about arriving on campus for new-student orientation as a transfer. The whole new-to-school thing didn’t feel as exciting when the vast majority of your classmates-to-be were already seasoned veterans.
The signs directing new students to their respective dorms seemed garish under Hunter’s cynical, self-conscious gaze. McBride Hall, his home for the coming academic year, was halfway down the quad. In the lobby, Hunter forced a smile as the bubbly RA gave him his room assignment: room 135. Shaking his head at an offer to help him carry his things, Hunter made his way down the hall.
…129…130…Hunter was relieved to see that his room seemed to be toward the end of the hallway, away from the stairs, elevator, and bathrooms. He preferred to be on his own, so he liked the idea of a low-traffic location.
“135,” Hunter muttered to himself, reaching down to open the door with his elbow.
The first thing that greeted Hunter was the sound of abruptly halted conversation, the kind that’s accompanied by an exaggerated record-scratch in the movies.
A remarkably put-together-looking family stared at Hunter, who was frozen at the threshold. The pearl-wearing mother was the first to speak.
“Can we help you?” She paused after the last word, as if she was going to add “dear,” but changed her mind after taking in Hunter’s hand-me-down appearance.
“I…” Hunter hesitated, glancing at the number on the door again. 135. “This is my room.”
The bespectacled father made a huffing noise, but the mother smiled. “There must be some mistake. We were told Cayden was to have a single room.”
So Cayden was the silent third member of the family. Good to know.
“This is where they told me to go, ma’am,” Hunter told her respectfully. He knew he was right. The RA might’ve given him the wrong room number, but he’d gone where he was told. He always did.
The father was already moving toward the door with the self-righteous look of a man who was about to “take care of things.” Hunter ducked his head and slid into the room before Cayden’s dad reached the door; he wasn’t about the let the man shoulder him back into the hallway.
“We’ll get this figured out,” the woman smiled benevolently at Hunter.
Hunter nodded, trying not to look too exasperated with the woman’s presumption of correctness. He decided to play up his own innocence. “May I set my stuff down? I’ve been carrying it awhile.”
The woman smiled again, looking more schoolmarm than maternal. “Of course. Just put it there by the door.”
Hunter barely stopped from rolling his eyes, but at least he got to give his arms a break.
Seemingly unable to handle silence, the woman spoke again. “I’m sure they have a room for you,” she addressed Hunter. “Cayden was assigned this room, and he can’t have a roommate for-“
“Mom.”
Hunter nearly jumped at the quiet sound of Cayden’s voice. He hadn’t been sure the other boy could even speak. Cayden was smaller and had a soft, boyish look about him, a stark contrast to Hunter’s tall, rangy angles.
The woman pressed her lips together, but didn’t continue her explanation. “Well. I’m just sure we’ll get this figured out.”
Cayden reddened slightly, either from relief at the dropped subject or embarrassment at his mother’s continued condescension. For the first time, he met Hunter’s eyes.
“I’m Cayden McBride,” he introduced himself. “And this is my mother, Sandra.”
“Nice to meet you,” Hunter replied automatically. “Hunter Jessup.” Cayden might have obnoxious parents, but he wasn’t completed devoid of manners, he thought.
Cayden dropped his gaze. He really didn’t know what else to say to this alleged interloper. The silence didn’t last long however, as an angry-looking Mr. McBride stormed back into the room, followed by an abashed staff member.
“They lied to us,” Cayden’s father hissed, completely ignoring Hunter.
Sandra’s eyes went wide; Cayden bit his lip.
“I’m so sorry for the confusion, Mr. McBride,” the staff member began, clearly practiced in the art of appeasing parents. “I’m not sure who you spoke to, but transfer students are only guaranteed a room. We cannot assure that any transfer is granted a single. In fact, I’ve never know it to happen.”
“This is unacceptable,” Mr. McBride blustered. Cayden stared at his dad miserably. “We were promised that Cayden would have a room to himself.”
The staff member shook his head apologetically. “I’m sorry, Mr. McBride, but the standard letter promises a spot on campus. You’re welcome to contact the Residence Department, but for now, this is the only place we have for Cayden. And there are two beds, you see.”
Hunter watched the veins pop out on Mr. McBride’s forehead. “Well…” the man sputtered. “Well, we were operating under the assumption that what we’d been promised would be fulfilled.”
The staff member, presumably operating under the same assurance of his own defensible position that Hunter had used minutes earlier, kept responding calmly to Mr. McBride’s frustrated insistence. If the situation hadn’t involved him so directly, he would have been amused. At the moment, he just really wanted the interaction to be over. Luckily, the McBride’s seemed to share his desire. Or maybe they just couldn’t bear to be in a room with Hunter anymore. Either way, Cayden’s parents didn’t stay long. Sandra kissed her son and promised to be back for dinner, and Mr. McBride was muttering about unnamed people who would be “hearing from him.”
When the door shut behind them, Hunter exhaled, already exhausted from the day so far. He reached for his duffel bag and glanced at Cayden to try to get a read on their new setup.
“Um…” As uncomfortable as Cayden had looked with his overbearing parents, having them gone didn’t seem to improve his mood much. “I kind of…already put most of my stuff away.”
Hunter shrugged. “I don’t have much. That one wardrobe should be more than enough space.” He turned away, sure that Cayden would notice just how little Hunter had brought with him, but the other boy didn’t react.
“Do you mind if I take the bottom bunk?” Cayden asked, instead. Hunter consented, and in just a few minutes, the general configuration of the room was settled on.
The staff member had been correct; the room was small, but it very distinctly housed two each of beds, dressers, wardrobes, and desks. The beds were bunked and nestled against the windows, with a row of thick bushes shielding them from the sidewalk. The desks were facing opposite directions, so the boys would have their backs to one another when they were both seated.
Having arrived earlier and gotten mostly settled, Cayden stood awkwardly while Hunter put away his clothes and threw a blanket and pillow onto the top bunk. Hunter didn’t pay much attention, but Cayden finally spoke.
“So…did you…did you know you’d have a roommate?” the shorter boy asked.
Hunter shrugged. “I didn’t know to ask. The letter just said that I could have a spot on campus.” It was the truth. Hunter was here on full scholarship after spending a year excelling at his local community college. Sure, he would have preferred to live alone, but he’d learned not to question when you were given free things.
Cayden didn’t quite meet Hunter’s eyes. “We just thought…it’s nothing against you…”
Hunter shrugged again. “Look, man. We don’t have to be friends. I’ll stay out of your way, I don’t hold parties, I don’t play loud music, and if I watch shows or something, I’ll wear headphones. I’m not a slob, but I don’t really mind if you are. We’ll just stick it out for this year, and then we can get our own places.”
Cayden looked simultaneously ashamed and relieved. “I mean…I’m sure you’re a nice guy…”
The corner of Hunter’s mouth quirked up. “No harm, no foul,” he interrupted. “Don’t worry about it.”
Cayden smiled, which ended up looking more like a grimace, but seemed to accept Hunter’s assurance. He sat at his desk and flipped open his laptop, while Hunter finished unpacking.
To Hunter, this was not a bad outcome. The university was fairly highbrow, so, despite their promise to meet all demonstrated financial need, the student body was still largely upper class. Hunter assumed there weren’t many other farm boys on campus. He knew he didn’t have the same social experiences (or, to be honest, the same social skills) as many of the other students, so he figured he’d just keep his head down and earn his degree. He didn’t begrudge Cayden his upbringing, but he certainly didn’t want to force the other boy into an uncomfortable social relationship.
A few hours later, Mr. and Mrs. McBride returned to take Cayden to dinner. Cayden briefly glanced at Hunter, but there was no offer to bring him along.
Hunter wasn’t bothered; he just grabbed his keys and ID and headed to the dining hall. A dining plan was included in his scholarship, but he also wanted to ask about getting a job. Within the hour, Hunter had filled up on burgers and fries and gotten assigned to work as a dishwasher for 15 hours per week.
Back in the dorm, Hunter re-examined his class schedule, carefully filling in his calendar online with his courses and new work times. He added in reserved times for homework and readings, to make sure that he didn’t fall behind on his studies.
Hunter didn’t look like a nerd; he looked like a hick, at best, or a vagrant. He knew that most people would see his old, somewhat ragged clothes and five-dollar haircut and assume that Hunter was the kind of person that really didn’t care about anything, since he clearly didn’t care about his personal appearance. If people looked at him at all, that is. Hunter had mastered the art of blending in, or, more appropriately, of not standing out. He worked hard and was very reliable, but he wasn’t the type to be nominated for employee of the month. He got excellent grades, but was never what you’d call teacher’s pet. He was just kind of unmemorable.
By the time the McBride’s returned, it was nearly dark outside. Hunter was reading in bed – thankfully, the ceilings were high enough for him to sit comfortably on the top bunk – and Cayden’s parents ignored him completely. Sandra made a big show of hugging and kissing her “baby” goodbye, and Mr. McBride unsubtly slipped Cayden a wad of cash without bothering to insist that the funds were for emergencies only.
Mr. and Mrs. McBride finally left, and Cayden sat down at his desk to get online. From his top-bunk vantage point, Hunter thought he could hear the other boy sniffling. He briefly considered saying something, but he opted for silence.
After all, they weren’t friends.
***
Really, Hunter and Cayden’s unspoken pact of non-interaction worked well. The only class they had in common was Economics, so their time together was largely limited to the dorm. Neither ever brought other people back to the room, instead spending their time working or watching movies on their respective computers.
Hunter was comfortable, for the most part. He was doing exactly what he had hoped to do – keep up in his classes and do what was asked of him at work. He didn’t attend parties or football games, but he felt fairly relaxed. He could do this.
Cayden, on the other hand, was feeling strained. He’d hoped that switching universities would make him feel better, more settled, and more competent, but he could already feel himself slipping into the same stressful spiral he’d experienced last year, at his old college.
It wouldn’t happen this time, Cayden told himself. He was fine. He’d just keep going. Things were different here. They had to be.
Cayden’s powers of denial were strong. He refused to ask for help or consult anyone. Because it wasn’t that bad, right?
“It wasn’t that bad” is not exactly what Cayden was thinking as he woke up one Thursday morning in late September. Instead, he was jerked unceremoniously from sleep by a painful, desperate need to use the restroom.
Biting back a whine, Cayden stumbled out of bed. He immediately grabbed himself, clutching between his legs with all his might. He shuffled toward the door, but stopped almost instantly when he felt a leak against the grip of his hand.
Cayden twisted his hips frantically, trying to figure out what to do. The room was silent, save for the sound of his pajama pants swishing as his thighs rubbed together erratically. Hunter was still asleep on the top bunk. Cayden obviously couldn’t spare a hand to check his phone, but based on the level of light in the room and the fact that he’d woken before his alarm, he guessed it was around 7:30 in the morning.
The hip-twisting took the worst edge off for a moment, and Cayden inched toward the door. He didn’t hear anyone in the hallway, so maybe he could make a run for it if he got a bit more control.
But control wasn’t coming. As soon as Cayden tried to move, he leaked again, this time feeling a trickle down his inner left leg. He stopped again pressing his thighs together around his impossibly tight fist.
Cayden could barely breathe. Some part of him probably knew that there was nothing to be done at this point, but it goes against the most deeply-ingrained human conditioning to just give up and urinate on the floor.
Tears pricked in Cayden’s eyes, blurring his vision. He was leaking consistently now, warm liquid spreading down the thin material of his pajama pants. Almost unconsciously, he shifted sideways, moving off of the area rug his parents had bought to make the room look “less industrial.”
Now standing in front of the sink, Cayden was bent nearly in half. Tears were running down his face; pee was running down his legs. Everything hurt, and his head was spinning. This couldn’t be happening…not again…
With one last agonizing surge, Cayden’s bladder released completely. Hot urine spilled past his now-useless hand, falling in thick streams down both of his legs.
Cayden wept silently, leaning against the sink in shame and exhaustion. The feeling of his accident soaking into his pants was equal parts shameful and surreal. This was a new school, a new dorm, a new year. This wasn’t supposed to happen here.
The only sounds in the room were Cayden’s slightly labored breathing and the trickling of his pee onto the tile floor. After far too long, the trickle slowed to a drip, and Cayden wiped his dripping nose against the back of his wrist.
He wanted to disappear. He wanted to curl up in a ball on the floor and cry.
He wanted his mom.
After a minute, a minute during which he probably couldn’t have moved if the dorm was on fire, Cayden took a deep breath, mindful of being quiet, and stood up. His pants were so heavy with pee, he had to grab them to keep them from falling. Hesitantly, he looked down to see the wide puddle beneath his feet. Fortunately, it didn’t stretch to the rug, though it was creeping toward the mini fridge.
Lip trembling, Cayden gingerly tiptoed out of the puddle and reached for his towel, hanging on the side of the wardrobe. Gently placing it on the ground, he tried to sop up most of his mess, or at least keep it from spreading.
With the humiliating evidence of his accident mostly contained, Cayden turned his attention to the heavy, drenched pajama pants he was still wearing. His thoughts raced disjointedly; he couldn’t just leave his wet things in the room. What if they started to smell? But he really wanted to shower first. What if he started to smell? But he certainly couldn’t just walk to the shower in his current state – someone might see him. And he didn’t want to put on new clothes before showering, just to get them dirty.
Cayden was nearly pouting at this point. He didn’t have the greatest independent coping skills to begin with, and being trapped in a dorm room with a sleeping roommate while covered in your own urine was not a situation that had an obvious solution. An only child of fairly involved (okay, intrusive) parents, Cayden had not often been forced to account for his own mistakes. Already, he was starting to blame the location of the room (why would they even have rooms so far away from the bathrooms?), the unhealthy options in the dining hall (so irresponsible, allowing stressed students such open access to caffeinated, sugary drinks), and the dorm mattresses (surely, if he’d been on a proper mattress, he would’ve gotten more regulated sleep, allowing him to wake up before he was so desperate).
Now armed with the same kind of self-assured anger his father had exhibited the first day, Cayden stripped off his wet pants and grabbed a pair of shorts. He didn’t have any “grubby” clothes, really, but the athletic shorts were loose enough, and he could throw them in the laundry with his pajamas, underwear, and the towel he’d used to clean up his accident.
Dressed in dry clothes, if not yet clean, Cayden wiped up the rest of his mess, even wiping across the floor with a wet paper towel for good measure. He knew the dorm janitors didn’t clean residential rooms, so he’d have to find some bleach wipes or something later, just in case. He then threw the wet bath towel in his laundry bag, along with the sopping pajamas and underwear. He cinched the bag tight, hoping (assuming, really) that the smell wouldn’t get too bad before he got back from showering.
Satisfied with his cleaning job, Cayden pulled out a clean towel and picked up his shower caddy. As softly as possible, he opened the bedroom door, looked around one more time to make sure he hadn’t missed any drops of urine, then headed to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him.
And from the top bunk, Hunter let out a deep breath, unsure how to process what he’d just seen. |
Thank you all so much for your reads and comments! I've been staying up late, watching the World Series, so I managed to get this chapter done early. I still plan to have the next part done over the weekend. Not that any of you lovely people would ever judge me for it, but personally, I am appalled at some of the typos I left in the first part (incorrect pluralization of proper nouns - yikes!), but I'm sure this one isn't any better. Baseball is stressful, folks :)
Happy reading!
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For the first few weeks of the school year, Hunter and Cayden had functionally ignored each other. Hunter had promised the baby-faced young man that they didn’t have to be friends, but they both seem to have interpreted that vow as “We don’t even have to speak to each other.” It’s not that they disliked each other; they just both acted as if the other didn’t exist.
Which presented a conundrum for Hunter when he saw Cayden wet himself. Hunter wasn’t exactly gregarious, but he was kind. He had six younger siblings back home, so his older-brother instinct had gone into overdrive upon seeing the smaller boy crying in front of the sink.
But Cayden wasn’t Hunter’s younger brother. For all intents and purposes, the two were strangers. Cayden certainly hadn’t asked for Hunter’s help, and he didn’t seem sick or in dire need of help. So Hunter had stayed in bed, trying to breathe as quietly as possible until Cayden finally left. Knowing he didn’t have class until 11, Hunter had tried to fall back asleep, so as not to embarrass Cayden, but he ended up just lying in bed with his eyes closed until Cayden was gone for the day.
Hunter had been mystified; he’d watched Cayden closely for the rest of the day, but Cayden didn’t say a word. Hunter thought he looked stressed, but maybe he always looked stressed. Hunter wouldn’t know. So he kept his mouth shut and kept a bit more of an eye on his roommate in the following weeks.
Cayden, of course, assumed that his accident was a secret. He’d gone to class that day still shaken, but confident that Hunter had slept through the entire debacle. They had different class schedules that day, and Hunter worked at the dining hall, so the two boys weren’t back in the room together until after dark. By that time, Cayden had unconsciously decided to act as if the whole thing had never happened. No one had seen him, he’d put his soiled clothes and towel through the laundry, and it was obviously just a fluke, anyway.
And so the roommates continued their mostly silent orbit around one another – Hunter growing increasingly comfortable with his collegiate habits, and Cayden growing increasingly distressed.
If Cayden had at least an average level of introspective skill, he would have realized that he was getting more and more irritated with numerous aspects of college life: the quality of the food in the dining hall, the general noise of the dorm hallway, the various demands placed on him by his archaic, heartless professors. But Cayden wasn’t introspective. Cayden was just annoyed.
Hunter observed silently as Cayden’s footsteps fell a bit harder, his typing grew a bit more forceful. He’d huff at homework problems, snort at tangled headphones, and whine when his alarm went off in the morning. A lifelong non-complainer, Hunter was somewhat put off by Cayden’s consistent storming, but he didn’t bother calling him out or asking what was wrong.
After all, they weren’t friends.
***
Two weeks after Cayden’s wet morning, the boys were both inundated with midterms. For Hunter, who was used to organization and hard work, albeit of a slightly different kind, the midterms were a challenge, an absolutely necessary, character-building exercise on the way to earning his degree. To Cayden, the midterms were pointless, barbaric hazing rituals, used by sadistic professors to toy with overburdened students.
The roommates kept up their practice of avoidance as they studied for their respective exams, but Hunter kept sneaking glances at Cayden. The smaller boy barely slept; Hunter could hear him tossing and turning in the bottom bunk. Still, Hunter didn’t say anything. He reasoned that Cayden was an adult, and it wasn’t Hunter’s job to take care of him.
As they approached the final midterm in a very long week – their shared Economics exam on Thursday – Hunter found himself starting to pity his roommate. Yes, Cayden was huffy and grating, but mostly, he just seemed lost, like he truly had no clue how to handle being in college.
The night before the econ exam, Hunter looked toward Cayden sitting sideways at his desk. “Hey, man,” he suggested, trying to sound nonchalant. “Wanna review for Edwin’s test tomorrow?”
Cayden looked up, startled, as if he hadn’t even been aware that Hunter was in the room. “Oh, uhhhh…” Cayden blinked. “No, I’m…almost…done…”
Hunter just nodded; he hadn’t really expected Cayden to agree. “OK. Good luck.”
The next afternoon, Hunter walked into the giant gymnasium that housed the exams for all sections of Econ simultaneously. Cayden was already ensconced in a desk near the side of the room, about two-thirds of the way back. He was hunched over the tiny desk, jiggling his leg. Hunter considered greeting him as he walked by, but Cayden didn’t look up. Hunter sighed and took a seat behind him and to his right.
It wasn’t just that Cayden didn’t notice his roommate; he didn’t really notice any of the hundreds of other students filing into the desk-filled gym. He was staring at his notes, sweating, trying to force every last bit of information into his oversaturated brain.
The clock flipped to 2:00, and a half-dozen TAs circulated around the room, passing out the exam booklets. Cayden’s hand was shaking as he grabbed the sheaf of paper.
The exam was long and thorough. Cayden’s stomach clenched each time he couldn’t think of the next step of an answer instantly.
His breathing sped up, and he could feel beads of sweat dripping off his forehead as he bent over his exam, scribbling frantic answers. There was still an hour left, but Cayden felt rushed, constricted.
This was stupid. So stupid. Who needed economics, anyway? How ridiculous that they made all students take it. He wasn’t a business major; why would he need it? These questions were so pedantic; surely this exam didn’t measure real learning. It was so stupid.
Turning the page, Cayden raised his head to look at some of the other students around him. None of them looked nearly as stressed as Cayden felt. What was the deal? Had they been given a different study guide? This exam was for econ students from all different sections, so they probably just had a better professor. Cayden knew Dr. Edwin was an idiot, and this proved it. The students from other professors were all better prepared. It was clearly Dr. Edwin’s fault.
Cayden didn’t realize that he was actually doing fairly well on the exam; his manic studying wasn’t exactly healthy, but it had been effective. The answers that he was angrily scribbling were largely accurate, if not particularly nuanced or well-written. He was easily on track to finish the exam in time.
With about 20 minutes left, Cadyen was working on the final, multi-part essay question. The fact that it had five different components nearly had the boy in tears from frustration. What business did the university even have, framing give different questions as a single problem? And on the very last page, too. That was deceptive. How were students supposed to leave enough time to answer properly?
Kneading the inside of his lip between his teeth, Cayden frowned. He wanted to whine or yell or crumple his test into a ball and throw it across the room. He was so annoyed and overwhelmed that he could barely think straight. He just wanted to be done. He didn’t even care what he was writing anymore; he just wanted to put enough down for the final question to finish the exam and turn it in.
Cayden was hunched over his desk, writing furiously. He didn’t notice the beads of sweat dripping sporadically onto his paper. He didn’t notice the increasingly frequent shuffles of students getting up to turn in their exams.
He didn’t notice he was wetting himself.
Cayden hadn’t been desperate or really even aware of any fullness, but his bladder released just as he was writing out the final words of his answer. Urine seeped into his lap, darkening his wrinkled khakis.
Obvious for at least a few seconds, Cayden crossed the last ‘t,’ put down his pencil, and sighed with relief at having finished the test. He craned his neck, finally returning his body to some movement after being bent over his desk for so long.
Then he froze.
Oh no. No no no no no…
It was only a trickle, but Cayden cut it off immediately. Unconsciously, he gripped the edges of the desk. He hadn’t even felt anything; how could he have wet himself?
After a few seconds of fearful hesitation, Cayden flicked his gaze downward to examine the damage. Nothing was dripping off the chair, thank goodness, but there was an absolutely noticeable dark patch on his lap, reaching almost to his knees.
Cayden’s breath hitched. Why did he have to wear khakis today? Why didn’t he feel anything? Why did the damn test have to take so long, anyway?
There were only 15 minutes left in the exam; about half of the students were already gone, but that still left over 200 freshman and sophomores scattered in desks throughout the gym. Yes, most of them had their eyes on their own papers, but there was really no way Cayden could hope to leave without being noticed.
Cayden was paralyzed with indecision. He was trapped. He leaned forward a bit, arms on the desk, hoping that his pose would shield his lap. He also tried to convince himself that no one would be looking, anyway. Who looked at the crotch of other students as they walked by? Perverts.
Two rows back and one desk over, Hunter finished up his own test. He’d been more nervous for econ than for his other midterms, but he was reasonably satisfied with his responses. Mostly, he was just pleased to have made it through the week of tests. Brought back to reality after the consuming focus of writing an exam, Hunter peeked up to see if Cayden was still there.
Cayden was definitely still there, but he wasn’t writing. Hunter furrowed his brow a bit; had Cayden fallen asleep? No, he seemed to be shifting too much to be sleeping.
I should just go, Hunter thought. He was done with his exam; there was no reason for him to stay. Cayden was probably just thinking. It was none of Hunter’s business…
But Hunter stayed. He tried to look busy, checking over his own exam, sporadically looking up to see if Cayden had moved. The minutes ticked by, and the gymnasium slowly emptied. Finally, with about 20 students left, the proctor called time. The TAs started weaving through the desks, prodding the stragglers to give up their exam booklets.
But Cayden still didn’t move. Hunter stood slowly, concerned. He didn’t want Cayden to get in trouble, and he certainly didn’t want the boy to get in a fight with some unsuspecting TA who tried to take his exam. Cautiously, Hunter walked up behind Cayden, holding his own exam.
Cayden heard the final call, but he couldn’t stand. His wet pants pressed uncomfortably against his thighs. What could he do? Cayden’s head spun with the injustice of it all.
Then a hand reached down and slid Cayden’s exam off his desk. Before he could stop himself, Cayden looked up, automatically dropping his hand into his lap in a reflexive effort to cover the stain.
Hunter was already walking away, heading toward the proctor’s desk to submit their exams. Cayden’s mouth hung open, breathing audibly. The TA’s had completed their circuit of the room and were heading back to the front; by taking his Cayden’s test for him, Hunter had spared the boy at least a couple more minutes of possibly being seen.
Cayden blinked rapidly, trying to keep his eyes from filling with tears. He was so frustrated and ashamed, he couldn’t be grateful. Instead, he felt irritated at Hunter. Was he rubbing it in? Stupid, skinny farm boy. Who did he think he was? Cayden didn’t need his help…except he did.
Approaching the proctor’s desk, Hunter was trying to keep his face neutral. Cayden had wet himself again, this time in the middle of an exam. Hunter had never seen someone older than the age of 6 pee their pants, and now his 19-year-old roommate had done it twice in the span of a couple weeks. What was going on?
Hunter set his exam and Cayden’s on top of the pile, then turned back to get the backpack that he’d left at his desk. The room was all but empty now – even the proctor was packing up – but Cayden was still seated, looking very shaken and very young.
Again, Hunter thought of his younger siblings. He’d always worked so hard to protect and take care of them; maybe Cayden needed someone to take care of him. Or at least help him a little. No man is an island, and all that.
So Hunter picked up his backpack and turned back to his roommate.
“Hey,” he whispered, even though the gym was now empty, so being quiet didn’t really matter.
Cayden looked up, frowning defensively.
“Let’s go, man,” Hunter continued, gently. “You can’t stay here.”
Cayden’s frown deepened. “I…I can’t…”
Hunter shook his head, trying to dismiss Cayden’s unspoken concerns. “It’s no big deal,” he promised, unconvincingly.
“It…” Cayden sputtered, reddening. “It was a really long test. It’s not my fault.”
Hunter recoiled slightly at the boy’s response. The test had been 90 minutes; it wasn’t nearly long enough to justify a loss of bladder control.
He set his mouth. “Cayden, come one. It’s time to go.”
Cayden seemed to melt a bit at the more forceful command. “What if people see me?” he asked, his voice small.
Hunter had already thought of that. He was used to solving problems (not this problem, exactly, but problems in general), so he’d started considering possible escape scenarios as soon as he’d seen the stain on Cayden’s pants.
“It’s fine. There’s no one here, so just hold your backpack in front of you and get to the bathrooms out in the hall, then I’ll go back to the dorm and get you clean clothes.”
Cayden stuck out his lower lip at the (totally justified) language, but he didn’t argue. It was a solid plan, and, though he wouldn’t admit it, he was really grateful for Hunter’s offer.
“OK,” he whispered.
Refraining from reaching out a hand to help, Hunter watched as his roommate finally got to his feet. The stain somehow looked more incriminating from this position, but Cayden quickly grabbed his bag and held it awkwardly in front of his thighs. Satisfied that Cayden was finally moving, Hunter started walking down the aisle toward the door to the hallway.
At the door, Hunter quickly peeked out, making sure the hallway was unpopulated enough for Cayden to make the 20-foot trek to the restrooms. There was a small cluster of students down at the far end, but even if they’d been paying attention, Hunter figured they were too far away to really see anything. He gestured slightly at Cayden, signaling that it was OK to move.
Cayden barely nodded in response. When he’d stood, he’d felt a tug at his bladder, so now, he just wanted to get to a toilet before he soiled himself any further.
With Hunter as the advance guard, Cayden shuffled quickly into the men’s restroom and ducked unceremoniously into one of the stalls.
“OK…” Hunter drawled. “I’ll just go get your stuff. I’ll be back in 15 minutes, OK?”
Cayden hummed his assent, already grabbing between his legs and shuffling. Luckily, Hunter accepted that response, and Cayden heard the door shut.
Finally, Cayden let out a whine as he tugged at his zipper. Simply being in such close proximity to a toilet had amplified his need, and he felt new warmth against his hand before he was able to finally position himself properly and finish peeing in the toilet.
Cayden hissed, wiping his wet hand on the back of his pants. Why was this happening? His pants were gross and itchy, and he really needed to wash his hands, but he didn’t dare to step out of the stall. And what was taking Hunter so long, anyway? The dorm wasn’t even that far away.
Over the next 10 minutes – because, despite what Cayden’s irritation allowed him to believe, Hunter was actually going as fast as he could – Cayden built a solid rationale for his latest accident, one that, naturally, absolved him from all responsibility. He didn’t allow himself to dwell on the implications of wetting himself twice in two weeks, or what he could have had to deal with if Hunter hadn’t offered to help this time, or how eerily similar this all felt to before…
“Cayden?” To anyone else, Hunter’s voice would have sounded comfortingly gentle. To Cayden, it sounded annoying, even submissive.
“Yeah,” he responded gruffly, indicating his presence in the same stall. Like he’d be anywhere else.
Hunter didn’t acknowledge the impolite response. If he was going to picture Cayden as a younger sibling, he was going to have to accept some childish behavior. So he just slid the jeans and boxers he’d grabbed from Cayden’s dresser under the stall door.
Cayden sighed, his relief temporarily overcoming his purposefully indignant attitude. He was safe. He was going to get out of this. He was fine. This was just…another fluke.
Hunter wasn’t sure if he should go, so he stayed, but when Cayden finally emerged, the boy didn’t make eye contact. He has his backpack slung over his shoulder, presumably containing his wet pants, and he trudged to the sink to wash his hands.
Hunter shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. He hadn’t expected effusive praise, but he definitely thought some kind of thanks was called for. Hunter just couldn’t get a read on the angry, self-righteous young man.
Finally, Hunter cleared his throat. “All good?”
Cayden blushed. On some level, he knew that he should thank his roommate, but he was too prideful to be anything but annoyed. “Yeah. I’m just going back to the room.”
Hunter supposed that was all he could ask for. “I’m going to work, then. See you later.”
Cayden mumbled an unintelligible response as he shouldered the bathroom door open. For all intents and purposes, he was already gone. |
Chapter 3! Hope you like it. As always, thanks for reading!
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Hunter couldn’t stop thinking about his roommate. He’d never been in this kind of situation before, and he was so torn about what to do. He should probably do something, right? But how do you confront a 19-year-old about peeing himself on more than one occasion? Cayden had claimed that the Econ exam was just too long, but Hunter couldn’t bring himself to accept that explanation, and not just because he’d seen the same thing happen 2 weeks prior. It was just…college students didn’t wet themselves, did they? At least not while sober.
Maybe Cayden had been drunk during the test…
Meanwhile, Cayden’s completely unrealistic sense of denial was going strong. Without actively thinking it, he convinced himself that Hunter had totally bought his excuse, and that he therefore didn’t have to worry about his roommate’s opinion or interference. And he really didn’t need Hunter’s pity; he was fine. He was fine.
As the days passed, Hunter swore that Cayden was becoming more unhinged – stomping around, huffing at every tiny annoyance, and he virtually never smiled anymore. Hunter knew that college stressed people out, but Cayden seemed to go out of his way to be miserable.
But with their established pattern of avoidance, Hunter couldn’t figure out an opening to try to talk to Cayden. Not that he had any idea what he’d say; he just knew that there had to be something Cayden could do to make his own life a little easier.
With midterms over, the general level of academic demand diminished, at least temporarily. Instead of spending extra time studying, Hunter found himself formulating scripts and scenarios that he could use to try to help Cayden, or at least understand what was going on with him.
A week after the economics exam, Hunter walked back to the dorm after his shift at the dining hall. He’d decided that tonight, he was going to say something to Cayden. Just ask how things were going, offer to help, something. He just couldn’t live with himself without at least offering to support the boy somehow.
Hunter opened the door to Room 135. Cayden was sitting sideways at his desk – he was left-handed, and rather than angle his arm sideways, he chose to turn his entire chair, so that he was facing out into the room – scribbling over what looked like statistics homework.
He seemed to be deeply engrossed in his work, so Hunter hesitated. He didn’t really want to interrupt Cayden. Hunter quietly closed the door behind him, intending to sit at his own desk and fool around online until it looked like Cayden was taking a break.
But as Hunter took another step into the room, he looked more closely at his roommate. Cayden was…shaking? Trembling?
The smaller boy’s legs were practically vibrating, heels bouncing slightly but quickly on the floor. His thighs slid back and forth on the chair, rubbing against one another, but Cayden seemed entirely focused on his paper. It was almost like watching someone move around while dreaming.
Hunter furrowed his brow. Under normal circumstances, he would have interpreted Cayden’s shifts as just nervous energy, discomfort from sitting too long. But these weren’t ordinary circumstances, and Hunter couldn’t help but wonder if Cayden had to use the bathroom. Hunter inhaled, pressing his lips together. Would it be really emasculating to suggest as much?
But before Hunter could say a word, a tiny, dark stain bloomed in Cayden’s lap, growing slowly across his thighs.
Hunter couldn’t hold back a gasp – Cayden was wetting himself.
Again.
Hunter’s gut tinged with anticipatory embarrassment; he expected Cayden to yelp, or grasp himself, and ultimately look up to see his roommate standing there.
But Cayden did no such thing. With the same focused frown on his face, he kept penciling work onto his paper, like he wasn’t urinating through his jeans at that very moment.
Hunter watched in horrified fascination as his roommate continued to obliviously wet his pants. He was utterly dumbfounded. He knew he should look away, or say something, but he could only blink as he watched Cayden’s accident spread out from his crotch. It was a terrible, illicit feeling; Hunter knew this was something he shouldn’t be seeing, but it was so novel, so inexplicable that he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
And still, Cayden didn’t move. He kept his head down even as the wetness seeped past his knees, creating small trickles down the shins of his pants. After a minute, the stain seemed to stop spreading, but Cayden never once looked up from his homework.
Hunter was entirely unsure as to how someone – a practically grown man, nonetheless – could completely pee himself without noticing. Once the fog of his astonishment dissipated slightly, Hunter drew in a breath.
“Uh…Cayden?” Hunter cleared his throat.
Cayden’s head snapped up, an annoyed look on his face. Then, in the span of less than a second, he seemed to realize that his pants were drenched and dripping, and his irritated scowl flipped to a stunned, hurt mask.
Hunter’s stomach clenched. “You ju-“
“I spilled my drink,” Cayden interrupted, his voice squeaking. He was unsuccessfully trying to warp his face into a defensive glare. “I just…forgot…i-it’s nothing…”
Hunter visibly recoiled at the wildly implausible explanation; he was so stunned by the lie that he didn’t even bother trying to frame his response gently.
“You pissed yourself, man! I…saw you!” Hunter decided not to say “watched.” That sounded creepy.
“No!” yelped Cayden, his voice approaching a petulant whine. “I didn’t, I didn’t…”
“You did!” Hunter snapped. “You pissed yourself and you weren’t even gonna do anything about it. You just sat there!”
Cayden’s eyes were filling with tears – tears of frustration, tears of fear, tears of shame. He felt trapped; he was sure that he’d been fine, that he didn’t have to worry about Hunter, but now, his bladder had betrayed him yet again, right in front of his roommate.
Hunter exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself. Yes, Cayden had lied and was being mind-numbingly obtuse, but the boy just looked so little and scared.
“Look, man,” Hunter began softly. “I’m not mad, and I don’t want to, you know, butt into your life, but that’s –“ Hunter paused, quickly deciding how much to share. “-twice you’ve wet yourself now, and that’s not normal.”
Cayden had been hanging his head ashamedly, but he bristled at Hunter’s last word. “I’m not…not normal,” he hissed. “I’m fine, it’s none of your business.” He was definitely whining now, a sullen toddler in over his head, but still insisting on unearned independence.
Sighing, Hunter reframed his argument. “If you’re going to be pissing all over our room, it is my business,” he retorted. “The room’s gonna smell.”
Cayden’s lower lip trembled. His entire defensive strategy was based on the idea that his problems were his alone (and not real problems, of course), but he couldn’t think of a good response to Hunter’s assertion.
“Besides,” Hunter continued, more gently. “You already did it in class. What will you do if it happens again?”
A pained whimper escaped Cayden’s throat, like a hurt animal. He didn’t want to think about that.
“You didn’t even notice this time, man,” Hunter implored, his voice almost a whisper. “I just feel like…if you don’t try to do something about it, it’s gonna happen again, and maybe it won’t be in our room next time.”
By this time, Cayden’s lower lip was sticking out, and he had his arms folded in front of him, but it seemed to be more a gesture of self-comfort than of defiance.
Hunter watched for a moment to see if the other boy was going to respond. When he didn’t, Hunter went on. “Look, man. Like I said, I don’t want to butt in, but I want you to know that I’ll help if you need me to. If you’re sick or something, or if you need…something…” Hunter didn’t really know what Cayden could need that he could provide, but he was sincere in his offer. “…then I’ll do it. You don’t have to be embarrassed with me. I really don’t care, I promise.”
He gazed at Cayden, almost beseechingly, but the other boy just sniffled. Hunter sighed, thinking he wasn’t going to get anything else for now. Slightly disappointed, he walked over to sit at his own desk, across from and perpendicular to Cayden’s.
“I didn’t mean to.”
Cayden’s voice was small and hesitant, but it was enough to whirl Hunter around. He faced the smaller boy, who still had his head down, but tilted sideways. Cayden flicked his teary gaze upward, briefly catching Hunter’s eye.
“I know, man,” Hunter responded carefully, when Cayden didn’t continue. “I don’t think you did it on purpose.”
Cayden sighed, oddly relieved that Hunter apparently understood his lack of control over the situation.
“I just…” Cayden’s voice caught, and he swallowed hard. He’d never tried to explain this to someone to his own age.
Hunter draped his arm across the back of his own desk chair, expectant but undemanding. He had no idea what Cayden was going to say, so he wasn’t sure how to encourage him.
“I…” Cayden started again. His pants were so wet and heavy. He really should get cleaned up, but if Hunter was serious about wanting to help (he couldn’t help, there was nothing anyone could do), then at least Cayden could explain so Hunter would stop asking him about it.
“I can’t feel it sometimes,” Cayden murmured. “I don’t know why. My parents don’t know why. The doctors said it’s stress, that when I get stressed, my brain blocks out my body’s signals, so I don’t know when I have to…go.”
Cayden clenched his hands to try to keep them from shaking. “It happened last year,” he went on, his voice thickening with emotion. “I was at my other school, and it was hard, and my roommates were loud and not nice and everything was so hard, and then I started…having accidents.”
Hunter was equally incredulous and concerned at his roommate’s story. He hadn’t known that stress could just do…that, but he had no reason to doubt Cayden’s nervous, heartfelt explanation.
“I couldn’t help it,” Cayden confessed, tears now running down his face. “I tried to come up with excuses, but it happened again and again, and my roommates made fun of me, and then it happened in class, and the professor just told me to leave and everyone saw…”
Cayden was now weeping openly; Hunter, who was very used to cuddling his younger siblings when they were hurt or sad, felt the urge to hug him. Instead, he softly prompted Cayden to continue. “So that’s why you switched schools?”
Cayden nodded, sniffing deeply. “I withdrew after one semester and took online classes while my parents sent me to doctors and therapists. They all said the same things: stress, anxiety. But there was nothing they could give me to help, because the pills wouldn’t help my body. So we decided that a new school would help, since no one here knows me. And we thought I could get a room to myself…” he added in a whisper.
Hunter twitched his jaw, thinking. He was a problem-solver, and even though Cayden had seen doctors, it didn’t really seem like he and his parents had done a whole lot to manage his issue.
“So…” Hunter began carefully, “…are there any…strategies? Or things? You know, like stress-relieving stuff?”
“I’m trying,” Cayden snapped. “I do go to the counseling center, and they told me stuff to do, and I’m trying, I am, but I just get so worried about my classes!”
Hunter didn’t know a ton about counseling, but he’d had a fairly enlightened health teacher in high school who tried to teach the seniors about self-care and mental health management. Still, he’d pretty much expected that answer out of Cayden. Therapy took awhile to implement, and Cayden didn’t strike him as a person who valued incremental progress.
“OK,” Hunter nodded, as if what Cayden had said made total sense. “Then let’s think about other things we can do while you’re learning to manage your stress.”
Cayden clenched his teeth. “I’m not wearing diapers, Hunter. I’m not a toddler.”
Fortunately for the credibility of Hunter’s reaction, he hadn’t actually considered diapers as a possibility, and thus could look sufficiently stunned by the idea. “No, dude, no!” he insisted. “That’s not even what I was thinking.”
Cayden dipped his head, his eyebrows still drawn with suspicion, but he didn’t argue.
“What if you just set a timer or something?” Hunter asked. “Use your phone or your watch to just remind you to go every 2 hours or something, so you never get too full.”
Cayden frowned, considering. “But…what if I’m in class?”
Hunter nodded again, thinking to himself that Cayden had clearly never had to figure out anything on his own. “You can make a schedule that fits around your classes. You know, make sure you go before or after, but then make sure it’s no more than 2 hours at a time when you’re not in class.”
Cayden raised his eyebrows slowly, as if Hunter had just explained something revolutionary and enlightening. “Yeah…” he said slowly. “I could do that…”
Hunter nearly sighed with relief. “No one would have to know but you and me. You could even set it up like your alarm is a phone call or something, so you’d have an excuse to leave if you’re with people.” Hunter really didn’t think Cayden socialized much – no more than he did, anyway – but he also figured that Cayden wouldn’t consider any contingencies.
Cayden looked so hopeful, like a child standing in line to meet Santa Claus. “Yeah…” he breathed again. “That would work!”
Finally, Hunter allowed himself a small smile. “Awesome. So you work out a schedule around your classes and pick an alarm. If you run into any problems, let me know, and we’ll work it out.”
It was such a simple solution, but Cayden had grown up nothing if not coddled, so even simple solutions were beyond his capabilities. Relatedly, he had a tendency to catastrophize (or, as Hunter’s grandpa would say, “make a mountain out of a molehill”), which led to either freaking out or shutting down. He’d been trying for weeks to shut down and ignore his growing incontinence, but now! Now, it wasn’t going to be a problem anymore!
Cayden beamed. “Thanks, Hunter,” he murmured, a bit timidly.
“No problem, man,” Hunter replied, the corner of his mouth quirked up in response. He watched for another moment, then said, when Cayden stayed in his chair. “Now why don’t you get cleaned up?”
Cayden at least had the presence of mind to blush at the reminder that he was still wearing urine-soaked jeans. He grimaced a bit as he stood, but ultimately left for the showers without any trouble.
Hunter blew out his cheeks and sighed forcefully, clasping his hands behind his head. He still couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea that Cayden took so little initiative in his own life, but there was still room for growth, right? It might just take a lot of work on patience on Hunter’s part…
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For the first few days, Cayden’s system seemed to be working well. He didn’t exactly discuss his bathroom habits with Hunter, but he didn’t seem to be doing any extra laundry, and he would even grin shyly when Hunter got back from work at night.
The following Tuesday, 5 days after Cayden’s second (third, really) accident, Hunter beamed as he walked back from his last class, basking in the unseasonably warm afternoon as he headed back to the dorm to change for work. The whole campus seemed to buzz, soaking in the pleasant weather.
In the dorm, several freshman were holding a carpet hockey tournament in the hallway. Hunter grinned apologetically as he skirted past them to get to his room, breaking into a chuckle when the shirts team erupted in celebration after a score.
Hunter was still laughing when he opened the door and stepped into the room, but stopped immediately when he saw Cayden.
Cayden was hunched over next to the sink, hands shoved forcefully between his thighs, twisting frantically.
Hunter quickly shut the door behind him. “What’s going on?” he asked, trying to keep his voice low.
Cayden didn’t even try to keep from whining. His face was crumpled. “I had my alarm set, I did, but I must’ve drunk too much since last time, because when I got up, I had to go really bad, and I had to hold it, but there are people outside, so I couldn’t go, because I had to hold it, and they’d see meeeeeeeee!”
Hunter pressed his lips together, trying to swallow his exasperation. “Just go in the sink, then!”
Cayden huffed, a bit hurt at the implication that he hadn’t already thought of that. “It’s too high! I’d splash on our toothbrushes!”
If the situation hadn’t still been so tenuous, Hunter would’ve been proud that Cayden had actually thought of an alternate solution, and even come up with a viable reason to discount said solution.
But the situation was tenuous. Collapsing, in fact.
“I’m soooooorryyyyyyyy,” Cayden wailed quietly as he lost control. Streams of urine spilled out past his hand, darkening his pants with a speed that enforced just how full he’d been.
Hunter slumped his shoulders. Cayden looked like a shamed child, like someone who actually understood that he was way too old to be peeing his pants. It was a stark contrast to the flustered defensiveness of his earlier accidents.
“It’s OK, man, don’t worry about it,” Hunter murmured. “You set your alarm; you stuck to the schedule. It’s not your fault.”
Cayden looked utterly pathetic, sniffling and standing in his own puddle. “What am I gonna do?” he asked miserably.
“Just go shower,” Hunter sighed. “We’ll figure something out.”
Cayden hung his head and disappeared behind the wardrobe to strip off his sopping pants. He emerged a minute later, wearing what had now become his post-wetting nylon shorts and carrying his bath towel. He wiped his eyes frantically, trying to hide any evidence he’d been crying before going out in the hallway with the hockey-playing freshman.
When Cayden shut the door behind him, Hunter flopped into his desk chair, dropping his head into his hands. He knew he should probably wipe up Cayden’s puddle, but he was exhausted by the past few minutes. He knew he only had a little time to think of an acceptable solution to the sure-to-happen again eventuality of Cayden being too desperate to walk to the toilet without openly holding himself, or he risked Cayden giving up on the plan altogether. |
4th chapter! I think I only have one more in mind, so I hope to finish it next weekend. If not, I'll definitely get it up before Thanksgiving.
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Hunter’s solution to the circumstances surrounding Cayden’s latest accident was simple, intuitive, and easy to implement. It was borne of Hunter’s utilitarian childhood on the farm.
It was a bucket.
Cayden hated it.
“I can’t just piss in a bucket,” he sputtered, the slightly crude language sounding weird from his privileged mouth.
Hunter had anticipated his roommate’s reticence, though, and was ready for it. “I know it’s weird, but it’s better than the sink because you don’t have to worry about splashing on our stuff. It’s not like we’ll be using it for anything else.”
Cayden fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “It’s weird,” he insisted. “I don’t want to just have a bucket of pee sitting in the room.”
Hunter had thought of that, too. “It won’t be there for long,” he promised. “We can just dump it out the window into the bushes when no one’s around. I bought some bleach, too, so we can make sure the bucket doesn’t smell.”
Cayden was still hanging his head, but Hunter correctly interpreted his discomfort as a product of the fact that he actually needed such a safeguard, rather than continued disagreement with the bucket itself.
“Look, man,” Hunter lowered his voice, but tried not to sound too placating. “It’s just a last-resort thing. Just in case.”
Cayden’s lower lip jutted out slightly eyed the bucket skeptically.
“Just in case, man,” Hunter repeated. “I want you to have a backup if you can’t make it out in the hallway.”
Hunter could tell that Cayden wasn’t entirely sold. He hadn’t wanted to, but he decided to play the alternative scenario card. “It’s better than having to do laundry.”
Two months ago – two weeks ago, even – Cayden probably would have argued, denied, insisted that everything was fine. But four accidents (so far) in one semester had broken him down. Hunter had been kind and non-judgmental, but he couldn’t expect that from everyone, and he really didn’t want to find out just how unkind other students might be.
“OK,” Cayden whispered, red-faced but chastened.
Hunter felt himself physically relax a bit. Cayden, either sensing or deciding that the conversation was over, slumped into his desk chair and opened his laptop.
Hunter watched the smaller boy for a minute; objectively, he knew that he was helping Cayden by providing strategies that the teen would’ve never thought of on his own, but he still felt insufficient. Yes, Cayden needed functional fixes to his problems, but he also needed comfort.
And Hunter just didn’t know how to provide that.
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Still, despite Cayden’s shame and enduring feeling of juvenility, the combination of the bucket and timed bathroom reminders was working. As October morphed into November, Cayden’s response to the buzz of his phone alarm became automatic; he’d drop what he was doing and head to the nearest bathroom, no matter how un-full he felt.
Only twice did Cayden make use of the “emergency bucket,” both times on weekends, when he slept in and woke up far too desperate to make it to the bathroom without keeping a tight grip between his legs. The first time, Cayden had been reluctant to actually use the bucket. He squirmed and fought, eyes welling with the humiliation of being unable to just use the toilet like a normal college student. It had only taken one substantial leak to shock him into action, though. The sound of urine hitting the empty plastic was horrible and demeaning, but certainly better than actually wetting his pants.
Hunter hadn’t said a word at that point, and Cayden had impressed him by handling everything by himself. He’d waited until well after nightfall to empty the bucket and clean it out, but he did so without complaint.
The second time, Cayden had looked uncomfortable, but he’d shuffled over to the bucket without hesitation. He still didn’t like the idea of peeing in a bucket like some backwoods savage, but the ensuing lack of wetness in his underwear and pajamas was a powerful motivator against any future misgivings.
And so weeks passed without Cayden completely losing control. The prolonged period of relative dryness, combined with the continued lessons on stress management from the counseling center, had Cayden feeling more composed and less inept than ever. His classes still worried him, but not in a completely destabilizing way; he even started making small talk with Hunter in the room.
Almost as if they were friends.
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Two weeks before Thanksgiving break, Hunter and Cayden were sitting through the end of their shared Economics class. Though the all-section midterm had been at 2 in the afternoon, the boys’ class was at 4 PM, their last of the day. They came to class from different places, but over the past few weeks, they’d started casually sitting next to each other and walking back to the dorm together.
This particular day, the boys packed up together, preparing to walk out into the waning daylight. Cayden had spent so much of his time in college wrapped up in his own issues that he wasn’t used to noticing other people – especially not noticing other people noticing him.
But Hunter noticed. Hunter saw the pair of girls approach him and his roommate, the taller of the two obviously the wingwoman.
“Hi,” WIngwoman opened cheerfully. Cayden looked up, befuddled. Wingwoman didn’t seem to care. “You’re Cayden, right?”
Cayden nodded dumbly. Hunter ducked his head, trying not to laugh.
“You’re in our French class,” Wingwoman continued. “I’m Cat, and this is my friend Val.”
The shorter girl, Val, smiled shyly. Hunter figured she had agreed to this scenario before letting Cat take the reins.
Cayden still looked bemused, but he managed to find his voice. “Oh, yeah. You sit on the left side.”
Cat beamed, clearly taking Cayden’s recognition as a positive sign. “We were just going to Lovett for dinner. You guys want to join us?”
Start-of-semester Cayden probably would have blushed and spit out some lame excuse. Even late-October Cayden might have been suspicious and defensive. But present Cayden grinned. His confidence was growing. He could handle college, and going to the dining hall with cute girls was part of college.
“Sure,” he said easily. “Hunter and I were just headed there, anyway. This is my roommate, by the way,” he added, introducing Hunter with a lie and a smoothness that Hunter wouldn’t have thought possible.
Like any good wingwoman, Cat turned her attention to Hunter as the quartet exited the room, falling into step behind Cayden and Val.
Similarly, Hunter understood his role of serving as character witness for his roommate. Cat wasted no time in garnering information.
“Is he single?” she muttered to Hunter as they walked behind the target couple.
“Pretty sure,” Hunter replied. He and Cayden still didn’t talk too much, but he figured he’d seen enough to determine that Cayden wasn’t seeing anyone, or, at least wasn’t a particularly devoted boyfriend.
“Straight?” Cat continued bluntly.
Hunter smiled slightly, appreciating the idea that Cayden’s sexuality was of secondary concern to his relationship status. “As far as I know. I’ve never asked him or anything.”
Cat nodded, satisfied. Hunter’s answers and Cayden’s rapt attention to Val were enough to convince her to let the dinner go forward as proposed.
As they reached the dining hall, Hunter glanced toward the bathrooms. Cayden’s schedule called for a visit after Economics, but Cayden was currently deep in conversation with Val.
Hunter cleared his throat. “Cayden? Did you-“
“Val and I were going to the Italian station for pizza,” Cayden interrupted, his eyes flashing pointedly at his roommate. “Should we meet you at the tables to the left of the salad bar?”
“Sounds good,” Hunter replied amiably, but he kept his eyes on Cayden. The smaller boy gave the smallest of nods, presumably indicating that he was aware of the timing and felt OK about his decision to skip his scheduled bathroom break.
Cayden returned his smile to Val, and they headed off to select their dinner. Understanding that he wasn’t invited, Hunter turned in the opposite direction. He didn’t bother seeing where Cat went.
Hunter fluttered his fingers nervously as he stood in line at the grill. He tried to tell himself first that there was nothing to worry about; Cayden had been doing great for weeks now, and Hunter just had to trust him to know his own body. Of course, this was the same teen that would have sat in his own wet pants for who knows how long a few weeks prior, had Hunter not been there to notify him of his bladder’s release…
Next, Hunter tried to tell himself that it wasn’t his problem. He wasn’t Cayden’s dad; he really had no place worrying about him like this. Cayden was an adult; Hunter couldn’t be freaking out over every little choice he made.
“Hunter!” the student handing over orders from the grill, who knew Hunter from work, called to get his attention, shoving his plate across the counter. Hunter blinked himself back into the present moment, mumbled his thanks, and headed to the drink station.
Out in the seating area, Hunter saw Cat waving at him from a table next to the salad bar. Cayden and Val were approaching from the opposite direction.
Hunter hung back for a second, letting Cayden pick his seat. Val slid in next to Cat, leaving the boys to sit across from them. Naturally, Cayden chose the seat opposite Val, so Hunter faced Cat.
Cayden had clearly gained Val’s trust, and the tiny girl chattered excitedly. For his part, Cayden proved to be a pretty good listener. He wasn’t the most natural conversationalist, but he smiled eagerly and nodded at all the right places. Cat stuck to her role as relationship facilitator, effortlessly filling in gaps in the conversation, talking up her friend and asking thoughtful yet uncontroversial questions to Cayden.
Hunter, on the other hand, watched his roommate closely. On one hand, Cayden was doing great socially, displaying a comfort around Val that Hunter hadn’t seen before. On the other hand, the time was creeping further and further away from Cayden’s usual bathroom time, and he didn’t seem to be limiting his liquid intake.
Hunter was torn. He didn’t want to embarrass Cayden unnecessarily, and, if he thought about it, he wasn’t really sure what was necessary. Weeks ago, he’d come up with the two-hour time limit arbitrarily. He had no idea how long Cayden could actually last, or how much his bodily awareness had improved over the past few weeks.
A high-pitched burst of laughter jerked Hunter out of his second distracted trance of the evening. Val and Cat were giggling at some shared story, and Cayden was grinning dazedly, possibly overcome by how pretty Val looked when she laughed.
Val continued with her part of the story, and Hunter tried to pay attention, not wanting to come off as antisocial. But as Val snickered her way through a description of the dorm mother in her building, Hunter saw Cayden twitch out of the corner of his eye.
Doing his best not to draw any attention, Hunter slowly shifted his gaze toward his roommate. Cayden had frozen; he was still leaned toward the girls, but his back had stiffened, and his hand had clenched around his napkin.
Hunter’s stomach dropped. Hesitantly, he flicked his gaze downward.
Sure enough, a dark stain covered Cayden’s lap. Hunter didn’t look for very long – he certainly didn’t want to give anything away to the girls – but he was willing to bet that the stain was still growing.
Next to him, Cayden was breathing hard. Hunter’s mind raced. Cayden was holding it together for now, and, thankfully, Val and Cat’s story seemed to be quite long, but Hunter knew he didn’t have much time.
Glancing quickly at the girls to make sure they were paying more attention to each other than they were to him, Hunter grabbed his cup of Pepsi and threw it across Cayden’s legs.
Predictably, Cayden yelped as the iced-filled liquid landed in his lap, shoving his chair back from the table.
“What the hell?” Cat cried, more irritated at having her and Val’s story interrupted than by any inconvenience to Cayden.
Hunter felt his heart beating wildly, but kept his voice calm. “So sorry, man,” he apologized. “I don’t know what happened. I was just reaching for it, but I must’ve had it too close to the edge.”
Distractedly, Cayden dabbed his napkin in his lap. “Shhhhit, dude,” he hissed. He didn’t seem able to say any more.
Hunter turned to the girls, putting on his best charming smile, the one he used with teachers back home. “My bad, Cat, Val. I really didn’t mean to interrupt. I feel so stupid.”
Cat eyed Hunter suspiciously, but Val just looked blank, stunned that the meal, which had been going so well, could be so indecorously interrupted.
Hunter turned back to his roommate, slipping easily into take-charge mode. “Really sorry, man. I’m a spaz. We should probably go, though. It’s getting cold out, and it’s gonna be a bitch to walk back.”
“Yeah…” Cayden mumbled, then, in an effort to save face, repeated “Shit.”
Hunter shrugged apologetically, but was already standing up. “Sorry, girls,” he said. “Didn’t mean to cut dinner short. See you in econ?”
Cat glared, but Val looked hopefully toward Cayden. “Yeah,” she agreed. “See you later, Cayden?” The last part was a question.
Cayden forced a smile, but Hunter could see him trembling. “Definitely.”
He wanted to say more, but he couldn’t. It was taking all his effort not to freak out, and he knew that freaking out in the middle of the dining hall couldn’t possibly end well.
Hunter was walking quickly, implicitly urging Cayden to follow. He kept up a steady, apologetic narrative, describing how clumsy he’d been and how sorry he was for potentially blowing Cayden’s chances with a pretty girl. In the tiny part of his mind not occupied with terror and shock, Cayden realized that Hunter was trying to make sure that anyone who saw them thought that the wetness down Cayden’s legs was purely from Hunter’s drink.
The roommates stepped outside, and Cayden shuddered in the cold. Briefly, he glanced down at the damage. Yes, there was a substantial dark path down the front of his pants, but the wetness also spread sideways around his legs and up his shirt – not a typical pants-wetting pattern.
Hunter had aimed well.
In the cool darkness of the quad, Cayden’s breath started to hitch, and he felt his eyes fill with tears. What the hell had he just done?
“Keep it together, Cay,” Hunter’s voice was low and bracing beside him. “Nobody knows, but we’ve gotta get back to the dorm. You don’t want anyone to see you crying.”
Cayden sniffed, but nodded in agreement. Hunter had saved him from humiliation in front of the girls; the least he could do in return was not be a big baby in the middle of the sidewalk.
The boys didn’t say another word until they got back to the dorm. Hunter had his ID card out and ready to swipe them in, but led Cayden around to the far door, so they’d have a shorter distance to walk down the hall to their room.
Inside 135, Hunter exhaled deeply, but Cayden stood dumbly, wrapping his arms around his torso. His emotions were too numerous and too tangled to handle.
Hunter looked on, concerned. “Cayden? Do you want to-“
“You can say it,” Cayden snipped, his voice thick. “You can say ‘I told you so.’”
Hunter’s face fell. He knew this was hard, but he’d kind of hoped that Cayden wouldn’t revert to angry defensiveness. “I wasn’t thinking that,” Hunter insisted softly.
“Why not?” Cayden snarled. “I would. You were right. You tried to get me to go to the bathroom, and I didn’t and I pissed myself.” His voice caught slightly on the last two words, so he cut off his bitter rant.
“It…” Hunter felt useless. Ultimately, what Cayden said was true, but Hunter didn’t want him to get discouraged. “It happens, man,” he tried. “We fixed it; no one knew what happened.”
“You fixed it!” Cayden cried out, shame and fear overtaking his anger. “You fixed it, because you have to fix everything. I can’t even go to the dining hall without pissing my pants, and you have to rescue me because I just. Can’t. Do. Anything!”
“Cayden…” Hunter murmured ineffectively. This was the part he couldn’t do. He could give Cayden advice and offer suggestions on how to fix things, but he truly didn’t know how to make the boy feel better.
Openly weeping now, Cayden clutched his arms tightly, hugging himself. “I thought I was fine,” he sobbed. “I was happy, I was…I felt like I was back in high school, talking to a cute girl for the first time. All fluttery and excited. Better than I’ve felt all semester.”
Hunter’s chest felt tight. He didn’t want to make Cayden feel stupid, but…
“That’s still stress, man,” Hunter explained, shrugging. “I mean, it’s happy stress, but it’s still your adrenaline going and stuff. So, you know, your body…”
Cayden’s shoulders slumped, and bitterness crept back into his voice. “Great,” he growled. “Just awesome. So it’s not just about work and classes and worrying about grades. Now, I can’t even get happy without peeing everywhere like a hyperactive chihuahua.”
“Cayden, come on,” Hunter pleaded. “It was just a mistake. You’ll do better next time.”
“You don’t know that!” Cayden snapped. “And neither do I,” he continued in a much smaller voice. “I…what if I can’t stop?”
The teen finally looked up at Hunter, scared and unsure. “What if I can’t stop?” he repeated.
“You will,” Hunter replied, soft but insistent. “It’s going to be OK.”
Cayden scoffed, but the hurt and fear still shone in his eyes. “You can’t say that. You don’t know how it feels. I just peed my pants in the middle of a college dining hall in front of a cute girl. I just peed my pants, period. I’m 19 years old, and I can’t stop wetting myself.”
Hunter stared, his expression guarded.
Cayden broke eye contact. He wasn’t really mad at Hunter; he knew that. He just didn’t have the capacity to deal with everything in a reasonable way right now. He knew he should apologize. Hell, he should be falling over himself, thanking Hunter for saving his ass and his dignity. But he was mad. He was scared. He was so disgusted with himself, he could barely stand to think about it.
With a halfhearted snort, Cayden disappeared behind the wardrobe to peel off his wet clothes and get ready to shower. He hung his head, not even looking at Hunter as he shuffled out the door.
Still standing in the same spot, Hunter stared after his roommate. He didn’t have any solutions this time. |
Yikes. This one got a little out of hand :/ I have at least one more chapter planned, which I'll post either this weekend or early next week. Enjoy!
*****
In Hunter’s opinion, Cayden had already made great strides during the semester. He certainly wasn’t the spoiled, overprotected child that Hunter had thought he was when they first met. In just a few short months, Cayden had started taking care of himself, listening to advice, and generally not being completely self-absorbed.
And then Cayden had wet himself in the dining hall, and things changed.
He hadn’t reverted to his former habits of denial and whining, which Hunter supposed was a good thing, but looking at his roommate now, Hunter couldn’t be pleased with the way Cayden was acting.
Hunter had pretty much expected that Cayden would be upset for a while. That night, when he got back from showering, Cayden hadn’t said a word. The next morning, he’d left for class, equally silent, and Hunter couldn’t blame him. But now, it had been a week, and Cayden was still…unhappy.
Professor Edwin dismissed the students from the class at the end of econ. Hunter gathered his things and turned toward his roommate.
“Hey, man, want to grab some dinner? I was gonna stop by Subway at the student center,” Hunter suggested casually.
“No thanks,” Cayden replied, politely but dismissively, not making eye contact. “I have some leftovers back in the room.”
Hunter frowned; he couldn’t quite put his finger on Cayden’s mood, and, without specifics, he didn’t know how to fix it. Or if there was even something that really warranted fixing.
Before Hunter could say anything else, Val and Cat sidled up alongside them.
“Hey, Cayden,” Val greeted him with a shy smile. “Cat and I were just on our way to the dining hall, and we thought we’d see if you and Hunter wanted to join us.”
Hunter held his breath expectantly. As far as he knew, Cayden hadn’t set foot in the dining hall since his accident, but he and Val had gotten along really well, so that might just be enough enticement to get him to go.
But Cayden didn’t even hesitate. “No, thanks,” he answered, not quite smiling, but not glaring, either. “I have some work to do on my history essay.”
“Oh.” Val’s face fell, but she tried to recover quickly. “Maybe another time?”
A ghost of a smile flashed across Cayden’s face, but Hunter could tell it was more out of obligation than hope. “Sure,” he said simply before turning to leave.
Hunter didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t force Cayden to go out, and maybe he didn’t like Val that much, anyway, but the flat-out refusal to go to dinner, combined with Cayden’s robotic silence of the past week, struck Hunter as…well, wrong, somehow.
It’s not your responsibility, Hunter told himself as he walked to the student center, the brisk autumn air biting his cheeks. Cayden can do whatever he wants.
But Hunter couldn’t let it go. He’d let himself get in too deep, and he found himself caring for the other boy. Without realizing when it happened, Hunter had started thinking of them as a team, almost, actually working together to make it through college.
Almost as if they were friends.
After getting his food to go, Hunter grimaced as he walked back to the dorm. He knew he was being stupid; he had no right to tell Cayden to do anything, and he surely had no right to demand a certain standard of emotion from him. Hunter knew all this. He also knew that he’d already made up his mind.
Cayden was sitting at his desk when Hunter got back to the room. Hunter was moderately surprised to see that he did, in fact, have a container of some sort of leftovers open in front of him.
“Hey,” Hunter said, setting his food down on his own desk. Cayden murmured an acknowledgement of his presence, but didn’t look up.
“Cayden,” Hunter called, louder, but still gently.
Cayden raised his head warily, but didn’t respond.
Not knowing where to start, Hunter dove right in. “Come on, man,” he pleaded. “I know you’ve had a rough semester, but…” Hunter paused, but Cayden just blinked, not giving anything away. “It’s gonna be OK!” Hunter tried, well aware of how insufficient he sounded. “There’s no reason to just give up on everything.”
“I’m not giving up,” Cayden replied evenly, his expression still blank.
Hunter flopped into his own desk chair so Cayden wouldn’t have to look up at him. “No, I know…” he amended, “…I mean, there’s no reason to get so down. We…you’ve still got a lot of college left, and-“
“Yes,” Cayden interrupted shortly. “I do.”
Hunter’s eyebrows drew in. Was mild annoyance better than automaton-like silence?
“I have a lot of college left,” Cayden echoed. “And I don’t want to screw it up. First, I was ignorant of the severity of my…issues, and then, I was just lazy. Now, I know what I have to do, and I’m doing it. It’s fine.”
Hunter fought the urge to pity his roommate. “What do you mean, ‘it’s fine’?” he asked. “I don’t understand how being mad all the time is what you have to do.”
“I’m not mad,” Cayden refuted, and his measured tone supported the claim. “I’m just being careful. I’m clearly not developed enough to carry out a daily life without building my entire schedule around going to the bathroom, so that has to be my primary focus now. I can’t go out; I can’t be spontaneous. If I want to-“ Cayden’s voice hitched the tiniest bit, but he continued, “-keep myself from having accidents, then staying on schedule has to be my priority.”
“Cayden…” Hunter sighed. What Cayden said made sense, but…”it doesn’t have to be one way or the other. You don’t have to be a hermit.”
“Don’t exaggerate,” Cayden admonished, his tone taking on some of the condescension that Hunter had first experienced at the hands of Cayden’s parents.
Hunter bristled at the accusation. “Fine, but you know I’m not wrong,” he insisted, knowing he was likely treading on thin ice. “You’re isolating yourself, and you don’t have to. It’s going to be OK.”
Cayden snorted, the most emotion he’d shown in a week. “I don’t think I agree with your definition of ‘OK,’” he sneered.
“Cayden!” Hunter cried, exasperated. “I know this isn’t how you probably pictured college, but it’s not the worst thing in the world!”
Cayden clenched his jaw, now glowering at Hunter. “That’s easy for you to say,” he hissed. “Yeah, ‘it’s not the worst thing in the world,’ people are dying, people are starving, why would a college sophomore possibly be worried about an insignificant little thing like pissing himself?”
Hunter sat back slightly, cowed by the vehemence of Cayden’s response. “I’m not saying it’s insignificant,” he insisted apologetically. “It’s just not as bad as you think.”
“It is,” Cayden asserted. For the briefest moment, a look of sadness flickered over his features, only to be replaced by stubborn resentment. “It’s disgusting. It’s juvenile, infantile, even. There’s no excuse for a nineteen-year-old not to have control over his bladder. It’s completely unacceptable, and I won’t let it happen again.”
Hunter’s eyes were wide. He looked distinctly uncomfortable, frozen at Cayden’s harsh description.
Cayden inhaled, suddenly aware that he was almost shaking with emotion. Hunter looked so stricken, and Cayden regretted the intensity of his self-castigation. “Look,” he said, pacifyingly, “I didn’t mean to be so rude to you. Believe me, I know how much you’ve done for me, and I’m grateful, and I don’t want to ruin your semester with my sulking.”
Hunter opened his mouth to refute that point, but Cayden went on. “I’ll try not to be so angsty,” he promised, feebly attempting a smile. “But this is how I have to handle things. For now.”
Hunter opened his mouth again, then shut it. He started to turn back to his desk, then stopped.
“Yeah,” he said finally. “I get it. Sorry for butting in.”
From anyone else, it might have sounded petulant and pouty, but Cayden had learned that Hunter was nothing if not honest. He still felt bad for snapping at his roommate, but Cayden was secure in his beliefs. Wetting himself was gross; it had to stop.
And this was the only way how.
***
As Thanksgiving break approached, Cayden did his best to maintain an image of calm, rather than discontent. He still stuck to his bathroom schedule militantly, but he made more of an effort to smile and chat with Hunter. Mentally, he told himself that this was the right thing to do. It wasn’t punishment; it was necessity, like a diabetic testing their blood sugar.
Cayden’s efforts seemed to pay off, as Hunter looked less worried. Of course, part of that could have been the general excitement of their first real break from classes. The university didn’t give students a full fall break; instead, they got the entire week of Thanksgiving off. Cayden was planning on driving home; Hunter didn’t have the money for multiple trips, so he was going to stay on campus over Thanksgiving, then take a bus home for Christmas.
The whole campus buzzed with cabin fever. Students were excitedly sharing travel plans, and even professors were letting classes out a bit earlier than usual.
In econ, the Thursday before Thanksgiving, Val and Cat approached Cayden (and, by extension, Hunter) yet again.
This time, it was Cat that spoke first. “There’s a party at the old Litchfield house outside of town,” she announced without prelude. “A bunch of sophomore guys are living there this year, and they’re having a big thing tonight, before everyone leaves for break. Val and I are going. Are you in?” She looked Hunter in the eye as she made her rather pointed invitation, as if to say that she was actually asking him to come on his own merit, not just as Cayden’s friend.
Hunter started to shrug; he didn’t have a car, and he’d certainly never been to a giant house party before, but Cayden put a hand on his shoulder before he got a chance to respond.
“Sounds cool,” Cayden replied, much to Hunter’s surprise. “We’ll try to make it.”
Cat looked skeptical at the vague language, but Val lit up. “Great!” she all but squealed. “We’ll see you there!”
Cayden half-smiled and nodded, letting Cat pull Val out of the classroom.
“Wow,” Hunter quipped, falling into step beside Cayden. “I did not see that coming. Do you really want to go?” He tried to keep the eagerness out of his voice; yes, it would be good for Cayden to finally get out of the room, but Hunter was practically elated at the idea of getting to attend a real party. He thought it was an essential part of college, but he really hadn’t had any clue how one actually earned an invite.
But the smile had fallen off Cayden’s lips, leaving him looking more wistful than anything. “I won’t,” he shrugged, trying for nonchalance. “I don’t know how…it’d be too risky for me. I wouldn’t have any fun. But you should go,” he added, sensing Hunter’s disappointment.
“Oh, no,” Hunter replied, subconsciously matching Cayden’s artificially carefree tone. “I wouldn’t know anyone. I just thought if you wanted to go…”
“I heard some guys in the dorm talking about it. Pedro and Artie from down the hall are going, I think, and Harrison Morris from the dorm council,” Cayden stated casually. He looked over at Hunter. “You should go. I can drive you. That way, you won’t have to worry about drinking, and I can have the room free to pack for break.”
Hunter rolled his shoulder up, unsure, but Cayden pressed on. “I mean it, man. It’ll be fun. I’ll take you, and we can pick a time for me to come back, or you can just text me when you’re ready to go.”
Cayden gazed sincerely up at Hunter as they walked. Thinking rapidly, Hunter supposed that Cayden’s recent take-everything-seriously mentality could extend into an awareness of actually doing nice things for other people. The way he proposed it – Hunter gets a seminal social experience, Cayden gets a bit of time to himself before break – did seem like a win-win…
“Yeah, OK,” Hunter replied, a grin creeping across his face. “Cool.”
Cayden genuinely beamed. As rough as his own interpersonal skills were, even he knew that Hunter deserved to branch out a bit. “Cool,” he parroted.
Hours later, well after dark, Hunter followed Cayden out to the latter’s car, parked in the remote student lot, a solid 10-minute walk from their dorm. It was after 9:30, meaning it would be at least 10 PM before they reached Litchfield, an old farmhouse long ago co-opted as off-campus housing beyond the outskirts of the college town.
“So what do you think?” Cayden asked as they climbed into his BMW. “Do you just want to text me when you’re ready to go?”
“It’s pretty far,” Hunter reasoned, accurately. “Why don’t we just plan on you being there at 1…is that too late?”
Cayden shook his head. “That’s fine. I’ll definitely still be up by then, and I wasn’t planning on leaving early tomorrow.”
Hunter nodded – one o’clock, it was. The boys remained mostly quiet for the rest of the drive. Although the town itself was reasonably well-appointed, having grown to adapt the needs of the thousands of students, it wasn’t exactly a sprawling metropolis. Fifteen minutes in any direction from campus was farmland and open spaces. Unwilling to put up with the rising costs of living associated with a college town, many local homeowners had long since started renting out their houses to groups of students. The big farmhouses were not only cost-efficient for students (more roommates to split rent), but they made for magnificent party venues – out of the way, no close neighbors to complain about noise, and lots of space.
Soon enough, Cayden pulled down the dirt road that led to Litchfield. Bright lights lined the long driveway, which was littered with cars in semi-straight lines along the side. Cayden pulled up to the front door, not even bothering to put the car in park. “Later, man,” he dismissed Hunter as the taller boy unfolded himself out of the passenger’s seat. Hunter looked back and waved before he shut the door; Cayden nodded once, then pulled away.
Cayden exhaled deeply as he turned out of the driveway. Part of him was truly glad that Hunter had taken him up on his offer to go to the party; he shouldn’t be confined to campus just because Cayden couldn’t be trusted to control his bladder in public settings. Still, Cayden felt a pang of loneliness. Hunter was easily Cayden’s closest friend on campus, and it stung to think of him being taken away by other acquaintances. Ones who, presumably, weren’t incontinent.
Cayden straightened his shoulders, trying to shake off the looming bitterness. It wasn’t Hunter’s fault; he deserved to have fun.
It was Cayden’s fault. All his.
Back at the party, Hunter relaxed visibly as he walked in the door. The farmhouse setting, despite being hundreds of miles away from his hometown, was familiar and comforting. Hunter might not have any experience with “college parties,” but he’d certainly been to farm parties before, and this looked an awful lot like a good, old-fashioned farm party. Kids everywhere, happy, drinking, socializing.
Hunter could do this.
“Hunter!” Before he got halfway down the hall, Val was at his side, Cat close behind. “Is Cayden here?”
Hunter cringed, but he’d prepared for this. “He decided not to come. Big parties aren’t really his thing. Sorry,” he apologized, watching Val visibly deflate.
Cat put an arm around her friend, eyeing Hunter appraisingly. “There’s a bar in the kitchen,” she informed him in her usual, straightforward manner. “Timmy, one of the guys that lives here, makes a hell of a whiskey sour. We’re going to be in the den with the rowing team.”
Correctly interpreting that series of statements as a set of directives, Hunter nodded. “You want me to bring you one, too?”
Cat grinned slyly. “None for me; I’m driving. But Val will take a double.”
Hunter smiled in response, then headed off to find the bar. The hallways and rooms were lined with students. Hunter recognized a few girls from his stats class, and waved.
In the kitchen, Timmy, presumably, stood behind the bar, flipping bottles like a pro. “What’ll it be, man?” the boy asked, affably.
“A double whiskey sour for my friend, and…” Hunter trailed off. He’d never really drank before.
“Might I recommend my patented Farmhouse Iced Tea?” Timmy suggested, beaming. “Perfect for newcomers!”
Hunter nodded agreeably. “Sure. Sounds good. You got a tip jar or something?”
Timmy shook his head, already pouring what was almost certainly more than a double shot of whiskey into a glass. “Nah, bro. We’re well-funded out here, and we like to pass that onto our fellow revelers!”
Hunter bobbed his head appreciatively as Timmy handed over the first glass. “Thanks, man.”
“No worries!” Timmy replied, pouring ingredients into another glass faster than Hunter could categorize. “We aim to please at Casa Litchfield!”
Hunter gratefully took the second glass from Timmy. “Can you tell me where the den is?”
Timmy gestured back out to the hallway. “Take a left down the hall, and it’s the last room on your right, with the little steps down into it. Have a great time, my man!”
Hunter nodded his thanks and took the glasses out into the hall to find Val and Cat. The girls were snuggled in a recliner in the den, Val curled against Cat, who was perched on the arm of the chair. Hunter benevolently handed over the whiskey sour, which Val took a gulp of straightaway.
Hunter leaned against the back of the chair, behind Cat, and took a sip of his own drink. He had no idea what a “Farmhouse Iced Tea” was supposed to be, but it didn’t taste too bad. Pretty quenching, actually.
He relaxed even more, sipping and listening to the group conversation. He didn’t feel a particular need to join in just yet; Hunter had always been OK with being an observer rather than a conversational participant.
The minutes flowed smoothly into one another; the students in the room were friendly and non-combative. Twice within the first hour, Cat gestured to Hunter to get a refill for Val’s drink. Under Timmy’s recommendation, Hunter didn’t bring her any more doubles, but came back with a drink for himself each time, too, and the second time, a soda for Cat.
With his third drink in hand, Hunter had no problem slipping into easy conversation with Cat. Her statement-based communication style softened in the den environment, and Hunter enjoyed listening to her stories. She would periodically turn to check on Val, who was chatting animatedly with a small group of girls around the fireplace, seemingly over the disappointment of Cayden’s absence.
As the night wore on, someone produced a guitar, because someone always has a guitar at college parties. At that point, around midnight, Hunter was five drinks in, and it only took a teasing request from Cat – and her subsequent look of surprised delight – to convince Hunter to pick up the instrument.
Hunter’s farm-bred knowledge of Jake Owen, Luke Bryan, and Blake Shelton, along with some classic Garth Brooks, was a welcome break from the usual college renditions of Wonderwall and Hotel California. He held court around the fireplace for over a half hour, strumming and letting his gleeful audience sing along. One overeager girl brought him another drink, earning an icy glare from Cat.
By the time he finally gave up the guitar to a hesitant-looking blonde, Hunter was practically exhilarated. People were complimenting him, Cat was biting her lip with satisfaction, and he was feeling more content than he could remember feeling in a long time.
The feeling of contentment didn’t abate as he stood from the hearth, but his head spun a bit. He glanced down at his watch; it was almost 12:30. He briefly considered texting Cayden to ask for a bit more time, but decided against it. Handing his unfinished drink to Cat, Hunter made his way out into the hall to find a bathroom, only stumbling slightly.
The noises of the party were muffled inside the bathroom, and Hunter took stock of just how drunk he was. Not that he had any real comparison, but he determined that he actually was drunk, not just buzzed or tipsy. It was a good kind of drunk, though. He was having a great time, and he still felt definitely in control of all his actions. He wasn’t blacked out, he was being belligerent, and he wasn’t sick.
Yeah. This was the good kind of drunk.
Hunter ambled back to the den, where Cat had his drink waiting. He grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders; she responded by slipping her arm easily around his waist.
“I have to go soon,” he said into her ear. The room was loud, but not piercing, so he didn’t feel the need to yell. “Cayden’s coming to get me at 1.”
Cat nodded, seemingly unperturbed at having their cuddle cut short. “What’s his deal, anyway?” she asked. “Val’s not the most outgoing girl, but she’s nice, and she doesn’t deserve to be blown off.”
Hunter was careful in his response. “Cayden’s a good guy,” he replied. “He just gets nervous that he’ll do something wrong.”
Cat sighed and leaned into Hunter’s shoulder. She knew that couldn’t be the full story, but it was late, and it was break, and she didn’t feel like fighting for more.
They stayed like that for the remainder of Hunter’s time at the party, settled against each other in the comfortable embrace of the unselfconscious – Cat naturally, and Hunter via alcohol. The party showed no real signs of abatement; half of the attendees would end up sleeping at the farmhouse, anyway.
A little before 1, Cat nudged Hunter to indicate the time. He nodded, thought for a second, then kissed her temple as a good-bye. Cat closed her eyes and smiled in response, squeezing her arm a little tighter around his waist before letting him go.
Hunter strolled back into the hallway, a lazy smile on his face. Through his fog of pleasure, he noticed a tug from his bladder, so he stopped by the bathroom again.
Standing in front of the toilet, Hunter wondered for a second how he could have to pee again after only a half hour. He’d only finished his drink, which hadn’t been that much.
The question was easily overshadowed by a general feeling of mystic wonderment. This was it, Hunter thought. This was college. Going to parties, snuggling with a pretty girl, drinking just enough to feel good…this was the real college experience.
Stepping out the front door, Hunter noticed, but wasn’t bothered by the cold. His timing was perfect; Cayden pulled up just seconds later.
“Have a good time?” he asked as Hunter collapsed into the front seat and closed the door.
Hunter smiled, but didn’t rave. “It was nice,” he answered, mindful of Cayden’s feelings. Even drunk, Hunter wanted to make sure that Cayden didn’t feel bad. Really, Hunter had had such a wonderful time, he was convinced that everything was right in the world, and Cayden would get better, and then they’d go to parties together, and it would be great!
“So how drunk are you?” Cayden asked, interrupting Hunter’s pleasant daydream.
Hunter turned, but Cayden’s smile was congenial, not accusatory. “Pretty drunk, I guess,” he drawled. “I’ve never really drank before, so I don’t really have a comparison.”
“Neither have I,” Cayden admitted, though Hunter could have suspected as much. “You don’t sound that bad, though. Just don’t get sick in my car,” he teased, grinning to let Hunter know that he was joking.
Leaning against the headrest, Hunter smirked. “No way, man. This car is worth more than my life!”
Hunter shut his eyes and relaxed, but Cayden cringed. He’d figured by now that Hunter didn’t come from money, but he never wanted the boy to feel uncomfortable. Cayden never really thought he was flaunting his own (well, his parents’) wealth, but, much like Hunter’s drinking, he didn’t have much of a barometer for comparison.
For the next few minutes, the boys rode in silence, Hunter in easy bliss, and Cayden in mild unease. But then Cayden stopped rather suddenly at a red light, and the seat belt dug into Hunter’s waist.
His eyes flew open as he sat up, choking down a gasp.
“Sorry, man,” Cayden apologized from the driver’s seat. “I thought all the lights would be flashing by now.”
“It’s fine,” Hunter responded, flat-out lying to Cayden for the first time. “Just wasn’t paying attention.”
The second part was true; Hunter hadn’t been paying attention. The first part wasn’t; he wasn’t fine.
What was going on? He’d just peed literally less than 10 minutes ago; there’s no way he should have to go again so soon!
But he did have to go. Quite badly, actually. Slowly, Hunter pressed his legs together, trying to calm down and gain a sense of restraint. Suddenly, his pleasant, drunken haze was an unnerving lack of control.
Hunter started to sweat. He figured they were about 15 minutes away from campus, and 15 minutes should be nothing, but he was drunk, and he’d never been drunk before, and now, he didn’t trust his body.
The minutes crept by, and Hunter was actively clenching his thighs. There was virtually no traffic on the road, but the trip was still taking far too long for Hunter’s liking.
Cayden made a somewhat sharp turn (was there any other kind in a BMW?), and Hunter hissed as the change in pressure heightened his desperation.
“Hunter?” Cayden queried, a bit concerned. “You gonna be sick, man?”
Hunter wriggled, ashamed. “No…” he murmured.
“You sure?” Cayden pushed. He really didn’t mind stopping, but he did not want to clean puke out of his car.
Hunter felt terrible. “I…I have to pee,” he whispered.
“O-kaaaaaaaay,” Cayden drew out the word, trying to process what he’d just heard. It made sense, of course; if Hunter had drunk enough to be intoxicated, then obviously, that booze would reach his bladder eventually. It was just that drunk, unsure Hunter was so different than the rational, problem-solving Hunter Cayden had some to know.
Hunter saw the befuddled look on Cayden’s face and hung his head. Being drunk wasn’t fun anymore. This wasn’t the good kind of drunk, this was the obnoxious, stupid, burden-to-your-roommate kind of drunk.
“We’re almost there,” Cayden was saying. “Just ten more minutes.” He couldn’t bring himself to ask if Hunter could make it.
Nodding, Hunter drew in a big breath and twisted his legs together tightly. He was sure he didn’t actually have to go that bad – it was just the intoxicated haze interfering with his perception of control.
Cayden didn’t know what else to do, so he just kept driving. He sped up a tiny bit, but not enough to get pulled over. Luckily, the streets were clear, so he didn’t have to worry about inclement conditions.
Beside him, Hunter gazed out the window, his head reeling. He thought about leaning his head against the glass, but then decided against it; he didn’t want to smudge up Cayden’s car. Of course, a forehead print on the window would be nothing compared to…
Hunter shuddered at the thought. He heard Cayden’s voice in his head…juvenile…no excuse…unacceptable…
Clenching his teeth together, Hunter finally shoved a hand between his legs. Cayden’s eyes flicked over, and Hunter’s face flamed in response, but anything was better than losing control all over his seat.
Finally, finally, the student parking lot came into view. Hunter almost whined with relief; he wasn’t going to pee in Cayden’s car.
Cayden parked, and Hunter opened the door as gently as possible in his aggrieved state.
“We’re almost-“ Cayden was repeating, but Hunter wasn’t listening.
Standing was the last straw. Hunter had a death grip on his cock, but he still felt a burning, miserable leak when he pushed himself out of the car. There was no way he was going to make it back to the dorm, even if he would have been OK with the idea of stumbling across campus with his hands in his crotch.
Before Cayden could say another word, Hunter limp-jogged straight into the woods at the edge of the parking lot. Not nearly as far in as he would have preferred, he staggered behind a tree and fumbled with his zipper. He had no semblance of control anymore, and he was peeing well before he got himself free.
Aimed at the tree at last, Hunter let out a tremulous groan. All the joy of the party was forgotten; he felt stupid, weak, annoying. He was just another one of those stupid, neophyte college students who couldn’t hold their liquor.
Hunter stood for a few more seconds after he was finished, trying to push out every last bit of urine from his useless, inebriated body. He grimaced as he tucked himself back into his pants, feeling the wetness on the fabric. Hunched over, defeated, Hunter shuffled back toward the parking lot.
Cayden was still standing stiffly by his car, looking a bit bewildered, which made Hunter feel even worse.
“You didn’t have to wait for me,” he muttered.
Cayden tilted his head slightly. “I’m not about to let my drunk roommate go wandering around campus by himself.”
Hunter felt his stomach twist at Cayden’s words. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I shouldn’t have drank so much.”
Cayden gazed at the skinny boy as they started back toward the dorm. He didn’t quite understand how Hunter had gone from sunny to miserable so quickly. Was it really all because he’d had to pee? Awkwardly, Cayden glanced down at Hunter’s pants. They were black, so he couldn’t really tell, but it didn’t look like he’d had an accident, so what was wrong?
The walk back to the dorm seemed to take forever to Hunter. He stumbled once, but righted himself and brushed off Cayden’s hand.
“I’m fine,” he murmured. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s…” Cayden trailed off. Yes, it was fine, but…what was fine? What was Hunter even apologizing for? Not that Cayden had much experience personally, but he’d seen people way drunker than this. Heck, one of his roommates back at his previous university had gotten trashed the first night of orientation and vomited all over the common room.
When they reached the dorm, Hunter groped for his ID, but Cayden was already swiping them in. Similarly, he had his key out to get them into their room.
Cayden flicked on the lights, and Hunter winced. He looked positively ashen.
“Are you sure you’re OK, man?” Cayden asked seriously. “Do you want to sleep on the bottom bunk tonight? Or the futon?”
Hunter frowned wretchedly, but tried to stand up a bit straighter. “I’m fine, I promise,” he swore. He met Cayden’s eyes for emphasis. “I’m not going to be sick.”
He looked tormented, but Cayden wasn’t sure what else he could do.
“OK,” Cayden finally said, shrugging. “I’m just gonna go to bed, then.”
Simultaneously grateful and remorseful, Hunter pulled his pajamas off the top bunk and took them to the bathroom to change. He definitely wanted to pee again before he got into bed.
By the time he got back to the room, Cayden was already under the covers. Hunter balled up his damp pants, mentally promising to do a load of laundry the next day. He flipped off the light and climbed to into the top bunk.
Ashamed, humiliated, Hunter curled into his pillow. He couldn’t believe what he’d done, what he’d let happen, especially knowing how much Cayden hated it.
He never should have gone to the party. He was a terrible roommate. He was a terrible friend. |
Final chapter! Final chapters are for sure one of my weak points, and this one might be hokier than most, but it's the end of the semester, and I promised a commission for someone, so I had to get it done. Thank you all for reading!
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Cayden woke around 10 the next morning. He didn’t have any classes on Friday, but was in no particular rush to drive home for the week-long Thanksgiving break. Plus, a small part of him acknowledged that he should probably stick around to make sure Hunter wasn’t too hungover or anything.
If he’d been prone to social consideration, Cayden would’ve still been a bit perturbed at Hunter’s behavior the night before. It was highly unlike the teen to be so deliberately withdrawn. However, despite his considerable personal development over the course of the semester, Cayden still hadn’t reached the point of a particularly high emotional intelligence yet. He hadn’t really thought much more about Hunter, and if he had, he would’ve simply written everything off as drunkenness. Drunk people act weird, right?
Cayden had been sitting quietly on his computer for about a half hour when he heard Hunter start to stir. He didn’t think much of it – he was going to wait until Hunter got up, then ask if he was feeling OK – but the noises coming from the top bunk sounded a bit…off.
Instead of making usual, growly wake-up noises, Hunter was breathing erratically, panting almost. Cayden stood halfway, wondering if Hunter was going to be sick.
But then he heard a whimper.
Hunter wasn’t going to throw up – Hunter sounded scared.
Now on his feet, Cayden paused. Hunter probably just had a nightmare, but – despite his own bouts of tears – dealing with a crying roommate was well beyond Cayden’s current level of comfort with social interaction. Still, he knew that he owed Hunter for the boy’s constant support, so Cayden inched toward the beds.
“Hunter?” he called softly.
Hunter didn’t answer; he was shaking, sitting sideways on the bed, his back to Cayden’s desk. He was breathing so hard, he almost seemed to be rocking back and forth.
“Hunter?” Cayden repeated. He was starting to get genuinely worried; Hunter looked like he was possessed or something.
Cautiously, Cayden crept to the other side of the bed, then stopped short.
Hunter’s pants were drenched, and moisture glistened on the industrial dorm mattress. The tangled sheets around his legs also bore giant patches of dark wetness.
Cayden was frozen. It’s not that Hunter wetting the bed was entirely ridiculous – he had been drunk, after all – but once again, his reaction seemed totally disproportionate and out of character.
“Hey…” Cayden tried again to get his roommate’s attention. It was like Hunter was in some sort of a daze. “Hunter!” he snapped, finally.
Hunter jerked backwards, as if he’d been abruptly woken. He glanced briefly at Cayden before averting his eyes downward.
“I-“ he stammered. “I’ll clean up.”
“Okaaaaaay…” Cayden’s voice was simultaneously placating and confused. He always cleaned up after himself; he never figured that Hunter wouldn’t do the same. And Hunter had always been so cool about Cayden’s accidents...so why was he so bothered now?
Cayden stumbled backward a bit as Hunter moved to get out of bed. He retreated to his desk as the taller boy awkwardly climbed down, wincing as the soaked pajama pants clung to his legs.
Hunter cringed as he peeled off his wet pants behind the wardrobe, then cringed again when he opened his laundry bag and was reminded of his loss of control the previous night. Ashamed, he grabbed his shower caddy, wrapped a towel around his waist, and trudged out the door.
In the shower, Cayden’s voice echoed in Hunter’s head: juvenile…infantile, even…no excuse…
And then, the voice became his father’s, mired in disappointment: Again?...Still?...Why can’t you just wake up?
Hunter’s hand was squeezing his washcloth to the point of tearing. His head pounded, and his chest constricted with the weight of his shame. Drinking had been a terrible idea. How could he have been so stupid?
Hunter could’ve stayed under the hot water all day, but 19 years of don’t-waste-water mentality prevented him from staying longer than a few minutes. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever feel clean again, anyway.
Room 135 was empty by the time Hunter got back. He wasn’t surprised; Cayden had planned on leaving anyway, and he certainly wasn’t going to stick around to hang out with a roommate who was so weak. Hunter tried to convince himself that he was relieved, but really, he was more than a little sad. He knew Cayden would be disappointed, disgusted, but part of him had secretly hoped that the boy would stick around, let him know that it was OK.
But they weren’t really friends.
Hunter couldn’t quite stop shaking internally as he stripped the soiled blankets from the top bunk. Thankfully, the dorm laundry room was empty; nearly everyone was gone for Thanksgiving already, and those that stayed weren’t starting their break by doing chores. The humiliation of washing several items of urine-stained laundry was bad enough, but at least he didn’t have to try to hide it from anyone.
He didn’t bother returning to the room while the washer and then dryer were running. He just sat on the counter, knees pulled into his chest, letting himself feel terrible.
He told himself that he was being reasonable in his self-judgments. It’s not like I’m completely worthless. I’m a hard worker, and I get good grades. I help out with my brothers and sisters. I’ll just be unlikely to develop close, long-term relationships or earn the full respect of anyone who knows…
The two hours (blankets take a long time to dry) passed in a blur. The laundry room remained empty, and Hunter was able to stew in his own embarrassment. He was so lost in thought that his jumped when the dryer timer buzzed.
He gathered the warm cloth and slung the laundry bag over his shoulder. He tried to take deep breaths, reasoning that there was no sense in moping all day. This was his life; it was his responsibility to deal with it.
Back in the room, he dropped his bag behind the wardrobe and was going to sit at his desk when he heard a “Hey.”
Hunter stumbled sideways, bumping into the dresser. He definitely hadn’t noticed Cayden sitting at his desk.
“Hey,” Hunter replied softly, barely meeting Cayden’s eyes. He slid into his own desk chair. “I thought you were going home.”
Cayden shrugged, the awkwardness of the situation already thickening around him. “It’s not a far drive. I don’t have to go right away.”
“Oh.” Hunter had nothing else to say, though he correctly picked up on the fact that Cayden still wanted to talk.
Cayden cleared his throat. “Look, man, I just…wanted to make sure you were OK.”
Hunter’s stomach caved in, but he didn’t answer.
Craning his neck to the side, Cayden pressed on. “Because, you know, you just…you seemed kinda freaked out. Like you were…sick or something…”
“I’m fine,” Hunter mumbled, feeling heat rise in his cheeks. Then, dipping his head, he added “I’m sorry.”
Cayden nearly threw his hands in the air. He hated not understanding things, and he was just baffled that Hunter was apologizing. “Why, dude?” he asked, letting his exasperation creep into his voice. “Seriously, what are you sorry for?”
Hunter slumped further, misinterpreting Cayden’s question as a demand for a more detailed apology. “For getting drunk…for almost making a mess in your car, for you having to help me on the way back to the dorm…” He shuddered slightly. “…for wetting the bed.” He finished, barely above a whisper.
Cayden drew his eyebrows together, still not close to understanding Hunter’s embarrassment. “But you’re always so cool with me when I…” he trailed off.
Usually, finding out you have something in common with someone is an enjoyable thing, a bonding moment. However, there is no easy, comfortable way to discuss mutual bouts of incontinence between 19-year-olds.
Hunter shrugged, his voice taking on a flat, affectless tone. “But you hate it. You said that it’s infantile and there’s no excuse, so…”
“But…” Cayden had the decency to flush slightly, hearing how Hunter was using his words. “…but you were drunk! It’s different! It’s not like you-“ He cut himself off when Hunter raised his eyes, staring at Cayden with a gaze both dull and meaningful.
Later, Hunter wouldn’t be able to recall exactly why he started talking at that point. Cayden hadn’t asked or guessed, but something about the lingering effects of alcohol and residual humiliation created a sort of ego vacuum, one devoid of any sense of self-preservation or dignity.
“Yeah I have,” he said simply.
Cayden just blinked. Nope, not an enjoyable bonding moment.
“It was more when I was little,” Hunter continued quietly, monotonously. “But I never really stopped. If I had a long day or had a really hard job, I’d be so tired, I just…wouldn’t wake up. And my dad…”
Cayden flinched involuntarily, anticipating a terrible end to that sentence.
“…he just didn’t know what to do with it,” Hunter went on. “Like, he tried to be comforting when I was little, but as I got older…he just didn’t get why I kept doing it. He wouldn’t yell or anything, but he’d just look at me…like I could be a good son, and he could be proud of me, if I could just stop peeing the bed.”
Cayden felt his heart beat in his chest. His own dad wasn’t what you’d call a pleasant man, but he never made Cayden feel like the wettings were his fault, or something he was doing wrong. On the contrary, he’d rage at and about anyone else he deemed wasn’t being helpful enough to his son.
“So I get it,” Hunter murmured, though the tiny bit of pain leeching back into his voice suggested that his professed understanding was cognitive, not emotional. “It’s weird, and people aren’t OK with it, and that’s fine.” He inhaled shakily. “Like I said at the beginning of the year, I don’t expect us to be friends, and I promise I’ll clean up after myself if it happens again.”
“Hunter…” Cayden finally spoke, picking at his fingernails nervously. “I don’t…I’m not mad or anything.”
Hunter shrugged, trying to convey a lack of care whether or not his roommate was mad.
“No, really!” Cayden insisted. “I…I just really wanted to make sure you were OK. You said you’d never been drunk before, and neither have I, so I didn’t know if you were sick or if you’d need my help or something.”
“I don’t need your help,” Hunter whispered, looking down.
“No, it’s…” Cayden was so not used to having this type of emotional conversation and definitely not used to being the comforter. How did Hunter do it all those times? Cayden took a deep breath and tried to emulate his roommate.
“Look, man, you’ve been awesome this semester. No, I mean it,” he added, when Hunter couldn’t help but look up, scornfully. “I’ve pissed myself in front of other roommates, remember? And they weren’t helpful. They certainly weren’t nice about it. You never laughed at me or made fun of me, not once, and you actually helped me figure out how to not make such a fool of myself. You’re logical, you can solve problems, and you helped me solve mine.”
Still embarrassed – and really thirsty; he really should drink something – Hunter couldn’t help but feel a tiny swell of pride at Cayden’s honest speech. Old Cayden never would have had the guts to put all those words together and talk so frankly about his issues.
“I would never think you’re a baby or be grossed out by you wetting the bed or anything else,” Cayden promised earnestly. “I was saying those things about myself.”
Ever the big brother, Hunter had to point out the obvious inconsistency in Cayden’s logic. “If you’re not gonna be upset with me about it, then you probably should go a little easier on yourself, don’t you think?”
“I-“ Cayden’s mouth flopped open, then snapped shut. He looked at Hunter, who was gazing back at him, his eyes slowly taking on the gentle, encouraging look that he often adopted when trying to get Cayden to understand something.
Cayden stayed silent for a moment, then shook his head bashfully. “Touché,” he conceded, then beamed as Hunter’s mouth finally twitched in the smallest of smiles.
“You…” Hunter pressed his lips together, then started again. “You’re really not mad that I wet the bed?”
“Dude, no, I promise,” Cayden swore. He may not have understood the depth of Hunter’s need for affirmation right then, but he did know the taller boy had no reason to feel bad. “I know I’m not the best with words, but I’m pretty sure I feel the same way you do about my…accidents.” Yep, still awkward to talk about. “I just don’t want you to be upset about it. It’s no big deal. We can handle it.”
Hunter had to swallow a sudden lump in his throat. We? He was feeling clear-headed enough now not to beg for clarification of Cayden’s meaning, but he was oddly touched by the monosyllabic indication of teamwork.
“Thanks, man,” Hunter locked eyes with Cayden. “I really appreciate it.”
Cayden smiled, looking, Hunter noted, rather pleased with himself. “No problem.”
He eyed Hunter for a moment, checking to make sure that everything was really OK. Deciding that his job was done, and there was nothing more to be said, Cayden rose to his feet and slipped on his coat. “I’m gonna get on the road, then. See you after break?”
Hunter nodded. “Definitely. You get back on Sunday?”
“Yeah,” Cayden concurred. It did cross his mind that inviting Hunter to come home with him for the break was something that a good roommate might do, but he hadn’t asked his parents, and he really wasn’t sure he and Hunter were at that point yet, anyway. So he just half-waved and walked out the door.
Hunter sighed deeply after Cayden left, leaning back in his chair. He didn’t think they’d exactly had an epitome as roommates, but he was genuinely comforted to know that Cayden really wasn’t disgusted by him. No one outside of his family really knew about his occasional bedwetting (and he was pretty sure some of his youngest siblings still didn’t know), so the only reactions he’d ever experienced were his dad’s silent disappointment and his mom’s loving pity. Having Cayden’s positive reassurance meant more than even Hunter fully appreciated at the moment.
***
The boys remained roommates throughout college. Hunter’s scholarship only covered shared accommodation, it turned out, and Cayden liked the comfort of having a trusted person around to help out in an emergency.
Cayden’s wettings decreased dramatically, though he never let Hunter completely get rid of the safety bucket, and he was always a bit more at risk around finals. One particularly bad week at the end of junior year saw Hunter sneaking clean pants into the biology building, where Cayden had gotten too wrapped up in an intricate research project, only to find that the smaller boy had already had an accident hours before and then wet again in the old pair of safety coveralls he’d put on.
Val’s interest in Cayden waned over that first spring, as Cayden never quite got over the fear of having an accident in front of her, and Cat and Hunter never had any other classes together, so had no reason to continue their flirtation from the night of the Litchfield party. The roommates had discussed girls on occasion, and Hunter briefly dated a fellow Agricultural Science major senior year, but neither of them had serious relationships. There would be time for that later in life.
Hunter wet the bed a handful of times, though he never got drunk again. He never fully got over the shameful feeling, but Cayden never laughed. He hadn’t even gotten mad when Hunter had collapsed on the futon after a grueling day of fieldwork and fallen into a deep sleep, soaking the cushion. Of course, it was Hunter who ultimately came up with the plan to air out and dry it, but Cayden really hadn’t been bothered.
It was an odd relationship between the young men. Neither was overly verbose, and they didn’t exactly go out and do things together, but they were fiercely loyal to one another and wouldn’t hesitate to come if the other called.
Come graduation, Hunter was ready to move back home and continue farming, with a plan to consolidate some of the smaller plots around the county that older landowners couldn’t keep up with. Cayden was going to grad school; he planned to live alone, but try to keep up with an improve on his stress management techniques.
They had each other’s phone numbers, obviously, but they knew they probably wouldn’t see each other very often at all. But they smiled after the end of the graduation ceremony and all the pictures, and wrapped into a tight, sincere hug.
Because they weren’t just roommates.
They were friends. |
"O great hero, please come to us and deliver us from the evils of the Demon Lord!"
This is it. This is the moment that she has been waiting for. If this spell succeeds, the kingdom can finally be saved.
And, more importantly, she can finally have a wee she desperately needs.
You see, the ritual took her 12 hours to do, without any sort of break whatsoever. True, she had taken one before she started the whole thing, or else it would be suicide, but 12 hours is enough time for her waters to fill her bladder once again.
As she sees the portal opening, she stealthily presses one of her hand to her crotch, thinking everybody else in the room is busy looking at the thing.
She can feel a damp spot on her dress already. She had leaked multiple times throughout the last hour. She could feel her cream-colored panties being absolutely wet on the front part.
When the light recedes, a man stands in front of her.
At all aspects, he looks average. Average build, average looks, average presence. Not really one you'd think will become the Hero.
The only striking aspect of him is his weird clothing.
"What the... what the hell just happened?" he said, clearly flabbergasted by his current situation.
He looks around to see him being in some sort of medieval era throne room, with a bunch of people looking at him.
First is the green-haired girl in front of him. She wears some sort of white semi-transparent sleeveless long dress. Both of her hands are pressed tightly below her abdomen. Clearly she looks nervous.
Then there is the red-haired girl whose attire immediately suggests that of a knight. Her breastplate did nothing to hide her breasts since even though it fully covers them, they still jut out from the plates easily. She also wears what seems to be a pair of black spats as her bottom.
Then there’s the blonde girl sitting on the throne. She looks somewhat older than the rest of them but she's still pretty youthful-looking. She wears an elaborate dress with a huge billowy skirt but a tight torso, making the contour of her breasts as visible as the redhead's. Her size seems to be even bigger.
The most curious thing about this, however, is how he can see digits floating above their heads. The green haired one has the highest, with 90 floating around her pretty head, while the red haired one has the second highest, with 60 firmly nestled above her head. The blonde one has the lowest, with a mere 50 to the count.
"U-um, Mr. Hero, I shall ex--"
"Ah, so this is the Hero, huh? Pretty average, if I do say so myself."
Without warning, a black portal appears above the room. And from there, a girl wearing only a tank top with a panty-like black bikini bottom appears. He notices right away how she has a tail coming out of her cute butt.
"Behold! I am one of the Four Great Demon Generals! Miss Sephia! You will all bow before my might!"
Her words lose its dramatic effect right away with how high-pitched and girlish her voice sounds.
"You! How did you...!" the redhead knight shouts.
"Easy! Easy! We have spies everywhere! Of course we won't miss out on such an important ritual like this!"
"Damn you demons! Hero, please go behind me! She's a dangerous foe!"
The knight quickly charges towards the demon girl, only for her to throw her back with a simple flick of her finger.
The knight crashes into one of the pillars in the room, letting out a gasp before pressing her tights together. Hmm, quite an odd reaction, he remarks.
However, he sees her number going down to be 55. He wonders what could that possibly mean.
And speaking of numbers, the demon girl has a 20 floating around her.
"Now, die, Hero!"
He does not have time to react. Before he knows it, the black ball the demon girl shoots at him has arrived right in front of his face.
But then, a miracle happens. The ball is repelled by an invisible force. And now the man feels an incredible power surging through him.
He does not understand what is going on. But he sure as hell can unleash that power now and kill this demon bitch.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" he shouts. The room is enveloped with a bright light that blinds everyone in it.
When the light recedes however, nothing has changed.
Everyone is still intact, including the demon girl.
However, a loud hiss suddenly echoes throughout the room. The source? The pee coming out from the green-haired girl.
"A...a..a...a..." She can only watch beet reed as her pee works its way throughout her semi-transparent dress, making it fully transparent, exposing her cream-colored panties to the world. She wants to stop but there is no way she can now.
"Ahahahahaha, how pathetic! The girl is wetting herself out of fear!" The demon girl laughs, adding to her embarrassment.
That is, until she suddenly stops while pressing both of her hands to her crotch.
"...W-what is this? Why do I suddenly want to...?" she says while blushing. "F...fine, I-I'll just kill you the next time we meet! Mark my words, Hero! Mark my words!"
She then summons her black portal back and hurriedly goes through it.
Crisis averted.
"Now, would anyone please explain what the hell is going on here?" he shouts.
He looks around. He sees the green-haired girl still standing over her own puddle, sobbing at her lost of control. He sees the red-haired girl still sitting on the floor, clenching her tights together with her hands pressed onto her crotch like her life depends on it. And she sees the blonde-haired girl, being the only one in any condition to answer him, it seems, though she can see that her face is flushed while she keeps crossing and uncrossing her tights.
"O-oh, hero, thank you for saving us from that foul demon," she says. He can tell that she is trying hard to sound regal even with her current flushed condition. "I-I shall tell you all the details, but it will have to wait for later, for now I have a-a-a little business I need to take care right away."
"Oh hell no!" he responds. "You're the one who brings me here! I demand an explanation right here right now!" he says angrily.
"P-please understand.. I-I can't--"
Her words are interrupted by another loud hiss, this time coming from the red-haired girl. And, just like the green-haired one, she wets herself just like that on the throne floor. She keeps her face down as she does the embarrassing act, no doubt feeling great shame from it.
"I-if I do not go right away, I'm afraid I will end up being just like her... I-I already had a little accident just a while ago..."
What the? So she needs to have a wee too? What the hell is going on? How is it that three girls can get desperate all at the same time?
Wait, is it something to do with that power of his? He remembers how the demon girl seems to have caught the same problem as the other girls, causing her retreat.
...The numbers! The numbers must refer to their filled bladder!
He immediately looks at the green and red haired girl to find them both having zero, while the blonde one has 83 to her. Maybe it's in percentage?
"F-fine then, i-if you need to go so badly," he replies, blushing. I-it's not like he enjoys watching girls pee themselves or anything.
"O-oh thank you, Hero! N-now, if you'll excuse me..."
The girl slowly rises up from her throne, immediately pressing her hands to her crotch to counter the increased pressure. Then, she slowly walks out of the room, fidgeting and squirming at every step.
"H-ha!" she gasps just before she reaches the doors. It seems she has leaked once again.
"H-hero...?" she looks back. "T-this is really embarrassing but can you please carry me to my room? Y-you see, my room is on the third floor and I'm afraid I-I'm not going to make it at this state." Her face is beet red while saying this, just adding to her charm.
"S-sure," he answered.
He then immediately sweeps her off her feet, bridal style. She emits a loud yelp before he feels warmth surging throughout the bottom part of the dress he's now holding.
"P-please be gentle... I-I just leaked again there..."
"I-I'll try."
Thus, he half-run half-walked towards his destination. He tries to keep his eyes to the front, not wanting to be distracted by the girl's bouncing breasts or the girl's flushed face. He feels renewed warmth a couple more times before he finally arrives at his destination.
"N-now, p-put me down. I-I shall do my business myself."
"O-of course."
He quickly leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
However, before he can really leave the vicinity, he hears that familiar loud hiss once more. This time, however, the sound seems to be echoing from a pot, which tells him that she had made it safe and sound.
And thus, that's how our omorashi hero makes his entrance, with making two girls wet themselves with two more near the edge. |
It was a bit into the ride that Cole started fidgeting. He didn't realise it at first, being distracted by the music in his heahphones, but after a short bump on the road, he knew what was going on inside his body.
He threw a glance at the man sitting to his left side, driving the dark blue Mercedes. It was his boyfriend — probably ex by the way things were going tonight —, Marcus.
Marcus was a tall, dark haired guy with the most green eyes you'll ever see. Cole couldn't deny it, he was handsome, but his beautiful face was now clouded with anger.
Cole wanted to tell him to stop somewhere, but he knew it wasn't the right moment to do that, so he just sat there, continuing to listen to his music.
The thing that they fought over wasn't such a catastrophe, Marcus would always make a big deal out of the smallest of mistakes Cole did.
An hour passed, Cole's situation only got worse. His thighs were now pressed together, even though the blond haired young man read somewhere that it would not make the need easier to control, quite the opossite. He eyed Marcus again, searching for a way he could voice his need, but he just couldn't find one. He was blaming himself for the way his boyfriend acted, even though it wasn't his fault. Marcus was... Marcus. And you couldn't stop him.
Another half an hour. Cole's bladder was now pressing against the waistband of his jeans. He was doing his best to hold the liquid in, but his mind kept slipping to this late afternoon, when he drank a lot of orange juice while eating a late lunch.
He crossed his legs at the ankle and started fiddling with the seat belt. He tried to discretely cross his legs, but it wasn't an usual move someone would do in a car, and Marcus glanced at him with comfusion printed on his face. Cole wished he would have said something, but the man just turned his eyes back to the road.
The blonde was begining to get desperate. His hands were on his thighs, sometimes letting his nails dig into his black jeans.
A sudden urge startled Cole and he accidentaly let out a hot jet that dampened his underwear. He had to tense all the muscles in his body just to stop wetting himself. Marcus definitely noticed that, and Cole's frustration grew when he still didn't say anything.
"Marcus?" Cole found himself muttering.
"What?" The other man snapped, without even looking at him.
"I... Can you- Can you stop somewhere?"
"Just shut up an leave me drive, you're lucky I didn't leave you at the restaurant."
Cole felt his light blue eyes watering, and he said:
"I'm sorry..."
Silence.
He knew he couldn't last much longer. He was small, therefore he had a small bladder.
Ten minutes later, his bladder was a bulge on his abdomen. Cole felt that it could burst any moment, even though that was not possible. His breath was shallow and he couldn't keep his mind off his need.
"M-Marcus, please... I really need to use the bathroom..." he said without looking at the man.
A violent urge made him shove his hands between his legs and squeeze tight. His bladder hurt and his left kidney started sending painful signals through his body. He knew this was bad.
"You should've thought about this before getting in the car."
"I can't hold in anymore," he whispered, starting to tear up.
It was a second after that, that he started sobbing, feeling like he was going to explode.
"P-Please..."
Marcus looked at him, now concerned and realised his own stupidity. What was he doing? Why was he torturing his poor boyfriend?
"It's okay," he said gently. "We're going to stop in one minute, see?"
Cole looked up and he saw the sign to a rest stop that was just e few hundred meters away. Five seconds later, another jet of warm liquid left his body, this time he felt the wettness on his hand. He whimpered and his cheeks warmed up when he realised he was acting just like a little kid.
He felt a hand rubbing circles on his back.
"We're gonna be there in no time, Cole."
The car pulled over in a parking spot but the blode froze. He couldn't move. He just couldn't move. He knew that if he did, he would wet himself uncontrollably. His bladder was rock hard, pressing agains the button of the jeans he was too self concious to open, and he was shaking. His red cheeks were stained with fresh tears.
"Cole, you can get up now," Marcus talked, looking at him with concern. He then gave up and raised from his seat, getting out of the car and walking fast to the other man's side. He opened the door, grabbed Cole's arm as gently as he could and walked him towards the toilet. Behind him, the blonde was whimpering quetly trying not to pee himself.
The dark haired man opened the door and pushed Cole inside, closing it after him and then starting to pray that the small man was going to come out with dry pants. In a few seconds, he heard a slight hiss accompanied by the sound of liquid hitting water and he sighed relieved. More than a minute passed before the sounds stopped.
The door opened.
A teary Cole exited the bathroom, looking like he was going to start crying again. He actually did, covering his face with his hands.
"Hey, why are you crying?" Marcus put his arms around him and held him close. "It's okay now."
"I couldn't open my zipper," Cole sniffled.
Marcus frowned and then saw that Cole's butt was wet, after that he realised that the boy must've sat on the toilet and peed through his clothes.
"Oh, baby," he gently brushed a lock of hair from the other's face."It's okay, I think we still have those clothes in the trunk from when we went to your uncle."
Cole's eyes lit with hope.
It was true, the clothes were still in the trunk. Cole cleaned himself with some wet wipes he found in the car and got dressed in a pair of dark red jogging pants. He returned to the car looking a lot better than before.
There were a few seconds of silence before Marcus broke it by saying:
"I love you, Cole... And I'm sorry."
Cole didn't say anything... He just leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.
"I love you too."
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Well, hi! I hope you liked this and I also hope that I didn't have too many grammar mistakes (English is not my mother language xD). This is the first omorashi that I actually finished, so I'm sorry for the lack of details and the rushed feeling of the story.
If you have any suggestions for fixing my style or something else, feel free to tell me.
Thanks for reading! :D |
Fernanda had never expected this. Here she was, an international MBA student, completing the final requirement of her degree somehow bound in a maze of restraints and electronic gadgets. She wasn’t really complaining- she had always been a very sexual person and getting a chance to spend 4 months at S3X Enterprises instead of some boring office job had been a real treat. However, it didn’t change the fact that she was now in her underwear trying out a sex machine in front of her co-workers.
She knew she shouldn’t be feeling so exposed. It really was a great working environment. She had seen most of the researchers watching her already try out various machines in the past ten weeks. It was the only way to develop new technology- they weren’t supposed to be testing anything on humans until the machines were approved by regulators. However, those crash test dummies couldn’t emulate human behavior near well enough so the researchers just took turns testing the new technology in secret. It was actually good fun- they all had their share of orgasms in front of each other and drinks plus giggles afterwards.
Fernanda had never had sex in public so she had been quite nervous about being put “on display”. She could also sense that all her male co-workers had been eagerly awaiting her turn. She was very pretty- 26 years old with a curvy Brazilian body. She stood 5’ 8 with 38C breasts, light brown skin and dark hair. She had felt all eyes on her as she had shyly stripped down to her bra and panties and climbed up to the giant machine. Even a few people who usually weren’t involved with product testing had turned up to enjoy the show.
S3X Enterprises was the global leader in sexual technology. There was the usual mainstream stuff like dildos, vibrators, sybians, and restraints. However, they also developed less common, fetish-specialty technology which Fernanda couldn’t even dream up. Many times, she had Googled fetishes after work to confirm they were actually a thing. Some of the stuff grossed her out but a lot of it was intriguing. She wondered if her boyfriend back home would be interested in trying a few new things when she got back…
Unfortunately for Fernanda, an “out-there” machine was being tested today. It was a project she had not been involved with at all so it was her first time hearing about it. She was to be restrained in a machine that could torture its victim in a variety of ways. There was a hair-pulling arm, a slapping hand in front of her face, a spanking hand beneath her ass, pinching and tickling fingers all around her body. There was also huge bottle attached to the mechanism with a straw leading to her mouth. The bottle was filled with wine. She was instructed that the only way to stop a torture was to drink wine until the specific gadget stopped moving. The longer she endured a torture, the less wine would have to be consumed.
Fernanda suspected she would be completely drunk by the time her hour in the horrible machine was up. It was probably a whole other fetish around getting a girl wasted out of her mind. She had no interested in looking like a fool in front of her coworkers, either by saying dumb things or puking her guts out all over her own boobs and the machine. She would try to drink as little as possible.
As per usual procedure, the machine was mounted on a five-foot platform so everyone could observe the testing clearly. It took almost thirty minutes to get her restrained in place and the machine set up just right. In addition to the torture devices, there were physiological sensors set up to monitor her heartbeat, sweat rate, blood pressure, even vaginal wetness which was an indicator of sexual excitement. As the computer operator entered a time of 60 minutes on the large clock in front of her, Fernanda realized she had a mild need for the toilet. Her morning coffee was working its way down to her bladder- she should have peed before starting, especially considering she was going to be tickled. Oh well, it was too late now- she could wait one hour. If things got risqué with the tickling, she would just gulp fast to end the torture.
The testing started and nothing happened for the first few minutes. Fernanda realized that now knowing what was going to happen when was an added torture in itself. She stared anxiously at the hand in front of her wondering if it would slap her. What about the spanking hand beneath her, poised to embarrass her in front of dozens of people?
Suddenly, she felt pinching. The fingers around her rapidly attacked her everywhere- her sides, her legs, her arms, her breasts, her butt. It really hurt and the intensity seemed to increase to an unbearable level in mere seconds. Fernanda yelped and eagerly drank from the straw, trying to end the pinching as quickly as possible. The wine tasted great despite the fact she couldn’t really enjoy it. At least they had given her the courtesy of a fine wine. A handful of gulps later, the pinching abruptly stopped and Fernanda gulped down the liquid in her mouth to gasp and catch her breath. She could see red pinch marks all over her body. They still stung fiercely, though there wasn’t any bleeding.
Fernanda cautiously glanced at the audience watching her. Some of the women seemed sympathetic to her ordeal, but all the men seemed overtly eager to see more. She felt a growing anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Damn them all, enjoying the show. It took a while for Fernanda to realize the next torture had already started. Her ponytail was slowly being yanked back and twisted in a counter-clockwise direction. The pinching had started so suddenly that she had not expected the next event to be so gradual! She closed her lips on the straw again before remembering her promise to herself about not getting too drunk. She could certainly handle a little more hair-pulling!
Fernanda tilted her head back as far as she could as the hand continued pulling on her hair. She kept the straw between her teeth so that she could start drinking at any time. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to drink as much as last time. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she could feel a light buzz already.
The clock in front of her said only seven minutes had passed. She clenched her jaw tight as the pain increased. Her scalp was really starting to hurt. Stubbornly she refused to drink and shut her eyes trying to survive another few seconds. Finally, when it seemed like her hair was going to be pulled right out of her skull, she sucked on the straw hard. To her surprise, the hand let go right away. She must have been close to outlasting the torture without any drinking! She felt confidence swell up inside her as she vowed to perform even better in the upcoming episode.
A couple long minutes passed before the hand in front of her swung suddenly and violently to hit the right side of her face. Tears immediately swelled up in Fernanda’s eyes as she struggled to recover from the shocking attack. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her watery vision so she could locate the hand as well as the straw before it was too late. As she desperately closed her lips on the straw, the hand struck her again from the left, knocking away the straw once more. Both sides of face stung now- she knew she could not risk another blow where she was already severely hurting. She ignored the tears streaming down her face to close her lips around the straw again and gulped like no tomorrow. She prayed internally that she would be able stop the torture before another slap came and knocked the straw away once more. At long last, the hand reset to the center position in front of Fernanda’s face and she released the straw in relief.
Her face was burning and she knew the redness and her tears were visible .She tried to stop weeping as she lowered her face to avoid facing her audience. She had seen men and women alike cry during their testing turns and she had never thought too much of it. However, crying seemed so much more shameful with her as the centre of attention. She had to keep a strong face in front of her coworkers.
A few minutes passed and Fernanda’s pain subsided. She had stopped crying- the alcohol was helping numb her senses. She was feeling tipsy and realized her plan to limit wine intake was failing horribly. Forty minutes still remained and she reckoned she would be punch-drunk in another twenty. What did it matter anyway- her coworkers had seen her getting sexually abused in her underwear. What could drunk Fernanda possibly do to make things worse?
Fernanda half-dozed from the effect of the wine, but was rapidly awakened by a stark spanking on her bottom. She gasped audibly but quickly clenched her glutes to brace for the next impact. She felt embarrassed at being spanked in public, but reminded herself that it was just a machine not a man. She stuck the straw in her mouth again but refused to drink yet- she could handle at least another spank.
The hand struck her large round ass again with a very audible SPLAT! This one stung more than the last but Fernanda stubbornly held on. She could see excitement on some of her coworkers’ faces; spanking was obviously one of the more common turn-ons out there. She ignored them as another smack struck her, seemingly even harder than the last. Still, she didn’t drink, fighting the powerful urge to surrender. She could survive one more. She was tough enough- her angry maniac of a father had spanked her many times as a child. She would drink after the next one. This was personal.
The next spank made Fernanda cry out in pain. The straw fell from her mouth and tears ran down her face once again. Pain ran through her body, from her butt down to her feet and up to her shoulders. Before she could even think about recovering the straw and stopping the torture, a final smack nailed her. The sharpest wave of pain yet shackled through her poor body as Fernanda howled again, no longer caring how she appeared to her coworkers. She finally regained some sense after a few minutes and scrambled to relocate the straw before realizing the massive hand behind her had locked into its original position a while ago. She would not have to drink this time- a mild consolation to her physical pain.
The spanking had seemed to kick-start her bladder. Fernanda felt an urge to pee again, although not too severe. All the torture had taken her mind off her bladder since the beginning of the testing, but now all the wine drinking was making her bladder’s urges tough to ignore. Soon, she would really need the toilet. She was somehow starting to feel a growing a growing sexual excitement as she observed men all around her obviously turned on by her show. Several of them had their hands in their pockets and appeared to be battling erections in their pants. Fernanda wondered if her excitement could be diagnosed on the sensors.
Fernanda was fully expecting the tickling to be next, since it was the only torture left. However, she was startled by a quick yank to her pony tail- the type she had received in middle school from her crushes. Before she could make sense of the surprise, the hand in front of her slapped her face. She felt stinging pain on her right cheek again and closed her mouth on the straw. Before she could drink, her hair was yanked back again and she inadvertently released the straw again. She knew another slap was coming- she had to drink fast. She got a couple of gulps in before the slap came from the left side. This time she hung on to the straw and kept drinking. She didn’t stop until the hand in front of her centred itself again.
She felt really drunk now, not to mentioned rattled- the world in front of her looked hazy. She wondered how much more she would have to drink. She couldn’t see the large bottle beside her head but she suspected she had drunk a lot of it already. To make matters worse, Fernanda’s need to pee was intensifying rapidly. The alcohol was having a diuretic effect and her bladder was filling faster than she drank. She shifted her butt and she looked up at the clock anxiously. There were still twenty-five minutes to go! Her filling bladder was yet another form of torture piled on to her misery.
Finally, the tickling came. Fernanda roared with laughter as the fingers attacked her again. They tickled her armpits, her feet, her limbs. She squirmed in place and squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could. She could feel her bladder struggling to retain her urine as the violent fit of laughter rippled through her entire body. She urgently sucked at the straw, laughing helplessly as she drank. Wine spilled from her nose and ran down her young voluptuous body. Finally, the tickling stopped.
Fernanda kept her legs pressed together as she recovered from the tickling. That had been close- she had almost wet her panties. She really had to go now. She shifted her hips, trying to ease the discomfort. It was hard enough enduring all this torture but worrying about not peeing herself was too much! Fernanda realized that she was in serious danger of having an accident before this was over. Another tickling session would surely end her. Even a spanking might be enough to make her pee. With twenty minutes to go, those things could easily happen again!
Fernanda uneasily scanned the crowd around her. She was too drunk to even recite most of their names but she still couldn’t announce her need. She almost yelled out to Sarah, the testing supervisor, that she needed a bathroom break but couldn’t get herself to do it in front of so many people. So, she bit her lower lip and nervously awaited the next abuse.
Surprisingly, it was nothing she expected. A pleasant and familiar sensation arose in her crotch. She looked down to see a set of fingers masturbating her pussy through the cotton cloth of her panties. She sighed in both relief and pleasure- finally something nice from this damned machine! The large hand which had spanked her a few minutes ago rose up to “hold” her ass as she got finger-fucked. Two more sets of fingers cupped and massaged her breasts through the silk bra.
Fernanda moaned with pleasure in her drunken haze. It had been so long since she had sex- much too long. She got lost in the magical moment as her breathing intensified- she was approaching climax. A sudden and sharp pang from her full bladder immediately shifted her back to reality. She clenched her urethra and clamped her legs shut, fighting off the natural urge to orgasm. She was about to lose control! If she came, she would surely wet herself in front of everyone. Peeing her panties, in addition to climaxing! She could not let that happen!
“Stop!” She gasped, no longer caring who heard her. “I need to PEE!”
Sarah made no move to end the testing and the computer operator continued to let the machine run. The rubbing against her vagina intensified- the fingers were now vibrating as they massaged her most intimate region. Fernanda felt another wave of desperation shiver through her body. She just barely stopped her pee from escaping her pee-hole into her panties.
“PLEASE!” she yelled. “I’M GOING TO PEE MYSELF!”
Once again, nobody moved. There were clear erections in the pants of every man watching, as the extremely attractive South American woman helplessly struggled not to orgasm in public. Fernanda finally remembered what she had to do. She stuck the straw in her mouth yet again and drank heavily. The rubbing stopped just in time- she was seconds from orgasm. Her body screamed at being denied an earth-shattering orgasm and she involuntarily thrust her wet crotch in the direction of the fingers, craving further touching. She would have to finish herself off later in the privacy of the women’s room.
The thought snapped her mind right back to her bladder. She was dangerously close to having an accident! She could barely make out the clock with her blurry vision- ten minutes still remained! There was no way she could wait that long! She wiggled in place, helplessly bound as waves of pee desperation ran through her. She could see her bladder bulging as the feelings of intense pleasure in her pussy made way to feelings of intense pain.
“I NEED TO PEEEEEEE!” she screamed. “Please let me GOOOOOOOOO!” She was far too drunk to care about how she looked now to her coworkers. The only thing that mattered was getting to a toilet before she pissed herself. Still, no one responded to her wails. It shouldn’t have surprised her- she had seen many tests before. They were never stopped unless the tester was in real danger. Nearly all women begged to be let go before they succumbed to orgasm in front of their associates.
Five minutes ticked by like five years and somehow Fernanda held on. Her panties were wet already- was it from her sexual excitement or her pee? She didn’t know. She was certain the damp spot was visible on the thin violet cloth, but couldn’t see past her engorged bladder to verify for herself. She prayed there was no more torture. Only five minutes to go- she might make it... might.
Suddenly, she felt pressure on her stomach. The machine’s fingers were now pushing on bladder, making it nearly impossible to control her pee. “NOOOOOOOOOO!” She screamed to no avail, “Make it STOOOOOOP!”
She was crying now, struggling valiantly to prevent a wetting accident. The incredible urge to surrender to her bladder’s demands pulsated through her but she somehow pushed her legs together and held on. Then, a hard surprise spank on her bottom. It was too much. She felt herself leak and felt a damp spot on the crotch of her panties. She felt a couple of warm drops splash at her bound feet as she struggled to regain control, only barely succeeding. The clock showed three minutes to go now- another spank was coming. She had to drink NOW!
The wine seemed to flow right through her tense body straight into her bladder. She cried as she drank, knowing she had no choice. Another spank came as the fingers continued to exert incredible pressure on her tummy. Naturally, she lost control again. A longer squirt escaped her pussy this time, her hot pee running down her legs for everyone to see. She wondered what the point of struggling any longer was- she had already wet herself. Everyone was seeing her wet her panties. Yet, she somehow soldiered on trying to save the little dignity she had left by not having a full-blown accident.
There was one last spank on her wet butt before she had finally drunk enough to halt this final gruesome torture. She almost lost complete control this time, just barely clenching the flow after three seconds of peeing down her legs. Her pee was flowing off the machine now, dripping to the floor. The fingers released her stomach, but the struggle to contain her pee seemed just as torturous. The final minute finally ticked off the clock and a few researchers walked over to undo Fernanda’s binds.
The machine powered down as Sarah worked to unbuckle Fernanda’s feet. Fernanda knew she couldn’t hold on a moment longer- she was going to empty her bladder where she stood, plain and simple. “Please… I’m going to -” Her voice broke off into crying as her piss flooded her panties and drenched her boss below her. Sarah calmly continued to unbuckle her feet as the warm liquid ran down her hair and face to soak her thin white blouse, making it transparent. Fernanda looked on in shock as the attractive blonde’s breasts became unveiled to everyone there.
Sarah waited until Fernanda’s binds were finally undone before helping her down from the machine. “Well, that went rather well don’t you think?” she remarked with a warm smile, as men around them looked on in utter shock. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
She led a very drunk and wet Fernanda to her personal restroom. Later that day, Fernanda accepted a permanent offer of employment with S3X Enterprises. |
[This is an unoriginal short-story that I edited under my own discretion, to the point that it barely resembles the original. Also, this is the first fictional story I've written and posted. I'd appreciate constructive comments and general proof-reading.]
It was around 5:15 PM when I responded to a report on the net, a suspected commercial burglary on the outskirts of the financial district. I was the first detective on the scene, and made my way to the second floor office. The office door was intact, and there were no signs of an armed struggle. Some faint grating sounds were coming from one of the rooms in the back, so I went to see what it was. Inside one of the smaller offices was a young woman in business attire (white blouse and black pencil skirt) gagged and blindfolded with some cloth and tied to a chair: her arms tied behind the chair and her legs tied apart also to the chair legs. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing a pair of shapely legs in beige nylon thigh highs. She was writhing in the chair and struggling against rope, causing the chair to move a rub against the wooden floor. Hearing me enter the room, I heard her muffled voice through the gag she as seemed to be screaming or yelling for me.
I hurriedly removed the blindfold and I identified myself. Her eyes and body relaxed, but she did not stop wriggling in the chair. Standing right next to her, I could see signs of crying: red eyes, wet cheeks. I checked her over for visible injuries, but thankfully she was unharmed. Her arms had been pushed into place through the bars of the chair frame and then tied, causing her to sit upright. I stepped out to report to the precinct on the radio. CSI teams were already enroute, and I was just told to secure the scene, or as the CSI techs were wont to say, "Don't touch a damn thing with them booger hooks!" This meant that I couldn't untie the woman from the chair, but I could a least remove the gag. I untied the cloth and took out the handkerchief which had been stuffed in her jaw.
"It's going to be alright, the precinct is sending some guys over. What's your name?" I asked.
"I'm Katlyn..." she coughed out in a hoarse voice. "Please... I need some water."
I went to the waiting room and got a cup of water. Even though I carefully tipped the cup into her mouth, she greedily slurped it, causing some of the water to run down her neck. Katlyn didn't appear to mind in the least, and took some deep breaths after finishing the cup in one go.
"C...could you please untie me? I really, really have to go to the bathroom!" she said, her voice carrying a noticeable whine.
"I'm sorry, Katlyn, I can't," I said apologetically. "The CSI team needs this place untouched. They'll probably yell at me just for removing the gag."
Her eyes watered and her face trembled a little. I sympathized with her: relief, which has seemed so close, was now so far.
"They'll be here in a short while, just hold on 'til them, " I consoled her.
"O-ok," Katlyn replied in a shaky voice. "Can you help distract me? Take my mind off of...?" her voice trailed off and she give a pronounced wiggle.
I leaned against the wall near the door and pulled out my pad to take notes as I started to ask Katlyn some background questions. She had arrived to open the office at 8:15 AM, and works in this back office (officially the "junior office"). Suddenly she broke off mid-sentence in a gasp. Her legs were tensed against the rope, in a futile effort to press against each other. I discreetly admired the firmness of her thighs. She raised herself her hips a fraction of an inch, and I was able to see her panties: white cotton, embroidered lace pattern. And a small yellow stain.
"Oh my god, I can't remember the last time I had to go this badly! I'm sorry, I'm so close to..." she check herself and stopped talking abruptly, as her face flushed red. Apparently, she was raised in a family with a strict taboo on toilet matters.
"It's not long now, Katlyn, just keep holding on," I encouraged her. "Tell me about the burglary."
Some time before her noon lunch break (the last time she checked the clock was 10:40 or thereabouts), three men in black balaclavas, dark jackets, and wielding guns walked into the office. At the time, she had been at the reception desk, and the first person the burglars dealt with. She was forced to the floor, tied up, and gagged (not too roughly, and not exactly smoothly, but in an expertly and practiced manner, she described. As she lay there helplessly, she heard some shouting but no gun shots. Then she was blindfolded, taken into the back office and tied to the chair. She didn't even know if the two others in office, a Mr. Jefferson and Mrs. Seonce, were alive or dead. I informed that they should be alive as there were no dead bodies in the office. However, this piece of news was far and away from comforting her in the present: her body was now twisting slightly left and right.
"You've been here some 6 or so hours then..." I said calculated aloud.
"Oh it's been that long?" she asked. A shaky, nervous giggle came out of her. "All I can think about is that, I haven't been to the restroom since opening up. I knew I should've taken a little break. But I always put off going..."
A somewhat awkward (and, in my opinion, lengthy) silence followed. I coughed and said off-handly, "I know a few people that are like that. I suppose they, and you," I nodded to her, "take their work seriously. Taking a break is... breaking one's concentration. Personally, you should cut yourself some slack."
"That makes sense," Katlyn replied. I could see by the way her eyes rolled to the corners that she was being thoughtful. Or, more likely, thinking intently about one thing and not thinking about another matter. "So, err... are they coming anytime soon?"
"They are taking a while. Let me check." I stepped out of the room. I couldn't get through to the CSI team directly, but dispatch said said they were likely caught up in the evening home-bound rush hour traffic.
Coming back inside, I saw Katlyn with her head down and moving her hips in a circular motion. She looked up, and fresh tears were streaking down her face.
"O-officer? You really can't untie me?" she asked desperately. The whine in her voice was clear and distinct now. I shook my head.
"Believe me, I would if I could, honey."
She raised her head, looking up towards and blew several intense sighs of frustration.
Still staring at the ceiling, she asked in a cracked voice, "C-can you lift up my skirt?"
I hadn't been expecting such a question, but it was obvious the poor girl was at her wit's end. The fact that she dared to ask this was proof of the seriousness of her desperation. Katlyn couldn't even look at me, which also spoke strongly of her embarrassment. I silently regarded her, and now my, predicament.
Her eyes had closed, tightly by the furrowing of her brow. "P-please officer. I-I'm going to the b-bathroom in my underwear, and I just - I don't want to soil my clothing..." she pleaded aloud.
"Fucking hell..." I muttered, scratching the back of my neck as I walked over to her. This was going to be an HR disaster. She didn't open her eyes, either to keep her concentration on holding herself, or because it was easier to not watch something so deeply humiliating. Or both.
As I knelt down beside her, I became aware of an interesting scent: the faint sweetness of her perfume, the mustyness of her sweat, and the sharpness of urine. Taking a firm hold of the edge of skirt from around her mid-thigh, I lifted it up an inch or two slowly, until it stopped. I noticed some freckles, and possibly a birthmark, on her right thigh through the thigh high. Next, I fingered the waistline of the skirt, which caused Katlyn to shudder, probably from hyper sensitivity to pressure around her abdomen. I tugged the waist up gently, until the edge of her skirt was up to her waist, revealing her white cotton panties (as well as a black and white design). Apparently there was a noticeable reduction of pressure, as I saw a very slight smoothening of her brow.
The lower half of her body was fully visible. Beneath the beige thigh highs were impression lines from the pressure of the rope. Through her thigh gap, I was able to see a quarter-sized pee stain on her crotch, just below the panty design, I could also see a puddle pooling underneath her. I felt veritable pity for Katlyn, being forced to wet herself as an adult in view of another adult, as well as a sense of guilt. As I watched, the puddle grew, swelling under her the tops of her thigh highs. Katlyn's body shuddered, and she bit her lip.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I can't... please, don't look..." she whimpered.
I was unable to look away out of some strange sense of morbid interest. Katlyn exhaled and inhaled sharply and rapidly, twisted her shoulders and rocked her body forward and backward on the chair in a last ferocious attempt to break the rope as she finally lost control. She sobbed silently, but the creases on her face smoothened as the tension released. Urine welled up on the seat of the chair and then spilled over the top, pouring onto the floor and winding down Katlyn's legs. Relief visibly spread through her body as she slowly stopped writhing about on the chair. Her breathing also became slower, turning into deep breaths that made her chest rise and fall dramatically.
It was quite a sight to behold honestly, but at that time the CSI team came stomping through the front door of the office. Katlyn, in some kind of cathartic trance (and probably exhausted from the energy spent holding herself for some 6+ hours), was barely aware of their presence. As I went to give my report to the CSI team leader, I could hear one of them calling out. "We need some paper towels over here, the girl had a bit of an accident." Of course, I was given some trouble for "a dirty scene," but I was quick to remind CSI who exactly arrived almost a half hour late, which shut them up rather quickly. I heard a muttered comment about "putting the witness in diapers next time," but I resisted the urge to deign that with a response. Which was an interesting observation about myself: I don't usually get this protective of witnesses.
I was going to head back to the precinct and get started on the paperwork for this mess, but the apparently Katlyn has requested that she wanted to stay with me. Since her skirt was dry, she was able to move around without being as self-conscious as if she had wet her clothing. It was somewhat distracting, since I was wondering if she was still wearing the stained cotton white panties or nothing at all beneath her skirt. I ended up keeping her company in the ambulance, where she wrapped herself in a blanket and sipped on some coffee. When she was being escorted to the precinct for some questions by some other guys in the Commercial Crimes Division, she said that she was extremely grateful for my help, and would seriously consider "cutting herself some slack" next time.
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THIRD STORY
PART 1/5
Daisy sat in class.
It was 6:50 PM, ten minutes before class ended. Although the professor was ignoring the fact, almost all the students in class were getting ready to go – they were gathering pencils, closing books and binders, and chattering amongst themselves.
Daisy sighed. Even in college, such immaturity ran rampant among her idiot peers.
Well, that wasn't fair. This was only the generic history class, not part of anyone's major; it was full of sophomores and AP- and IB- carrying freshman. Daisy was a senior; she had put off her history requirement twice. She didn't regret doing so, as her reasons had been sound, but she sure didn't enjoy sitting through the class now. She noted with satisfaction that her friend Luna, who had also put it off, was still sitting as raptly as Daisy herself was.
“Psst. Hey, Astra,” Luna whispered.
'Astra' was the only nickname Daisy answered to, and only when it was coming from Luna. It came from 'Asteraceae', the scientific name for daisies (Luna studied botany).
“What?”
“Are you okay? You've been shifting around in your seat.”
Daisy quickly uncrossed her legs and stopped moving them around. Imagining herself as appearing a bit ruffled, she re-arranged her hair, then pulled the bottom edge of her shirt down around her waist and smoothed it.
“Yeah,” she said. Luna turned back to the lecture.
No. Daisy badly needed to empty her bladder, and she had for some time. It was becoming unbearable. She'd calculated ahead of time that she would be able to hold it until she got back to her dorm – the place with the cleanest bathroom and therefore the logical place to pee – but that didn't lighten the burden of such a full bladder.
But Daisy had confidence. She knew exactly what her bladder could handle, and right now she was definitely in the OK zone. She would wait until the end of class, walk to the bus stop and wait for the bus, endure the five-minute ride to the dorm building, and pee in her own dorm's toilet. The thought made her bite her lip in anticipation despite herself.
Daisy realized she hadn't been paying attention, and with a little blush she turned her attention back to the professor.
At the end of ten minutes, Daisy heard seven distant rings of the large town bell announcing that evening had set in. She, Luna, and a few other diligent students tidied up their things into neat, practical packages while everyone else, having already swept their piles of stuff into their backpacks, stampeded for the door. The diligent students were the last ones out, but they didn't mind; virtue was its own reward.
Daisy parted ways with Luna at the doorway. Luna had another class and went right, while Daisy, headed for the dorms via the campus bus, went left. She stood by the but stop's bench and absent-mindedly held the railing. No one else was there, but she still didn't want to sit; her butt hurt from sitting in class for two hours, and the bench was probably dirty anyway. And if she was honest with herself, changing position first to sit and then to stand back up to board the bus would have made it harder to contain her pee.
Daisy recognized four stages of a hold, although her stages were purely nominal. The first stage was when her urgency could be described as a “1” on a scale from 1 to 4, the second stage a “2”, and so forth. Nothing was qualitatively different between the stages; she only enumerated them because it was a useful basis for creating mental shortcuts: I can practice violin at 3 or below; the bulge is visible at 2 and above.
She was in stage 4 right now, but of course at any stage she kept her composure; it wasn't logical to distract others with one's own needs.
She crossed her legs and awaited the arrival of the bus.
–
Roughly across town, in Amperage theater, a magician materialized in the center of the stage and took her place at the microphone, unphased by her sudden change of existential status, to the great amusement of the crowd, who cheered.
“Good evening, good evening!” she called. “I, Jill the Chill, will be entertaining you for the next two hours with various acts of questionable possibility!”
A bowling ball fell out of her sleeve and crashed into the floor. Jill picked it up and balanced it on her pinky finger, demonstrating that it was now feather-weight, then tossed it up in the air, where it became a raven and flew away. More cheers.
The show continued for an hour. Imperceptibly to the audience, Jill was becoming more and more uncomfortable.
“There will be a brief intermission now,” she announced. “Get food, get water, pee...and then come back for the second half!” The crowd cheered once more, then about half of it made for the refreshments/bathroom area.
The curtain closed, and Jill wiped some sweat off of her forehead. The first part of the show had gone splendidly, especially considering how badly she'd needed to pee. She'd wanted to go before the show began, but she had arrived a little late and got caught up in preparation, so she hadn't had time. Now she had to get ready for the next segment, and wouldn't have time to use the backstage toilet. Aghh, she had been holding for over three days! Couldn't she be granted a break?
But no, no matter how hard she tried, she could pull only rabbits out of hats, not extra prep time. She loaded up her sleeves with cards, her shoes with coins, and her bosom with colored cloths. She looked longingly into the bathroom as she passed it on her way to get the last thing she needed – stilts – but alas, only two minutes remained until it was time to go back on. A pee like this would require at least four minutes to release, probably five.
But no matter! Jill the Chill was a magician, and magic if not luck had always come through for her in the end.
She tried to keep her hands away from her crotch as she awaited the rising of the curtain.
–
When Daisy got back to her dorm, she avoided making a beeline for the toilet, even though there was no one around to hide her urgency from. She just wanted to delay peeing until the next half-hour multiple to make the numbers work out more nicely for her notebook.
For a lack of anything else to do, she took out the notebook to record her entry early. Below the previous entry, dated January 10, she drew a separating line, and below that she wrote:
January 14, 2015
Time: 19:30
Duration:
Volume: not recorded
She would fill in the duration after she peed. The reason she put 'volume' at all when she knew she wouldn't be measuring was that she did measure about every four holds or so, and it made the whole page cleaner and more consistent to put in a place-holder for it every time.
She looked up at the wall clock: 7:25 (her roommate wouldn't let her set it to 24-hour time). For a moment she thought she'd made a mistake and would have to wait another hour before she peed, but then she realized she'd just converted the time from the wall-clock wrong. Daisy wondered idly what she would have done. She supposed she could have waited – humans erred, yes, but intelligent humans could avoid urinating on themselves – but she felt no guilt in going now anyway. After all, she would have to go eventually, lest her bladder explode inside her.
Actually, when she thought about it, she wasn't sure if she could have waited another hour. The load inside her was swelling threateningly, paining her more by the minute. Perhaps this was the hour in which her bladder would burst if it wasn't emptied.
Finally, it was time. Daisy took her notebook under her arm, stepped into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. She pulled down her pants, sat on the toilet, and peed.
A minute later, she heard something over the sound of her stream which made her elf-like ears perk up: it was the sound of the bathroom door handle being turned just a bit before getting stopped by the lock. Someone, probably her roommate Kendall, needed to use the bathroom.
Daisy didn't usually let herself get excited in situations like this. An ordinary person would just wait for Daisy to get out of the bathroom, and then go in. But things were different with Kendall, as Daisy had realized a while ago. Kendall would not wait for the bathroom; she would just go on with her day and hold it. Furthermore, Daisy had learned a bit of the girl's schedule, and knew that her roommate would be going to bed right around now.
Excited and full of curiosity, but empty of pee, Daisy stood and pulled up her panties and jeans. She washed her hands, then plucked a single blonde hair off of her head, closed the toilet lid, and placed the hair on it so that it would fall away if anyone – if Kendall – opened it, but would otherwise stay in place. Kendall didn't like to use any bathroom except this one (Daisy liked that about her), so Daisy would be able to track reasonably well whether Kendall had peed even if she couldn't follow her the next day. She burned with curiosity about how long the other girl would last.
Just before leaving the bathroom, Daisy put her pencil to the blank space in her notebook entry and wrote 4 minutes, 22 seconds.
–
7:54 PM came and Jill was getting desperate. She paced about the stage as she moved various objects between upside-down cups, then revealed that they had teleported to other cups. This penultimate routine was almost over; she finished it off by turning over all the cups, revealing that the colored cloths had disappeared entirely, then, after a moment of suspense, reached into the front of her black suit and began pulling them out (their numbers having multiplied and their colors having brightened since their disappearance).
“And now,” she said into the microphone. “For my final trick...”
The crowd held its breath, and for a moment Jill forgot about her bladder situation, lost in the euphoria of performance.
“I will personally...disappear into thin air!”
She couldn't get distracted now. This was the hardest trick to pull off, and if she messed it up it would mean that all of her successes earlier tonight, despite being numerous and impressive, would be meaningless. The show as a whole could be no better than its final trick.
Therefore, as Jill readied herself to disappear, she clamped down on her bladder, allowing herself a one-second crotch-grab to make sure she was in control beforehand. So what if some people in the audience saw her? They loved her. She could get away with it once or twice.
Jill had control. The clock read 7:59, and the second hand was ten seconds away from the top of its arc. She held her breath and waited for the moment.
Backstage now, Jill heard the audience cheering loudly. The show had been a huge success, even for her, and she and her backstage helpers had pulled off a flawless end. But she had no time to stand around and exchange congratulations with them; another 30 seconds and she would be peeing her pants. She dashed to the bathroom backstage, but saw to her fright that it was occupied! She paused and danced on the spot, unsure how to proceed, when, as luck would have it, the occupant finished up and vacated the toilet.
Jill slipped past him and closed the door in one smooth motion, then leaped over to the toilet, yanked down her costume bottom and sat down.
Pee jetted out for over four minutes; Jill was immensely relieved.
–
On the morning of January 15, Daisy woke up feeling refreshed. It was a Thursday, meaning she only had one class. She pulled the covers off of her small body and swung her legs around to the side of her bed. Even though she had peed (and emptied her bowels) only 12 hours ago, she felt a mild fullness in her belly. She stood up and padded over to the bathroom in sock feet, taking a look at the sleeping Kendall as she passed. The hair on the toilet lid was undisturbed, so the other girl still had not peed.
Daisy took her showers in the evening, so her morning routine was only to brush her short blonde hair until it was nice and neat, then to apply a minimal amount of makeup. Once upon a time she had skipped makeup altogether – why be vain? – but gradually Luna had convinced her that, although it was vanity, it was the good kind.
Daisy looked at herself in the full-body mirror that she and Kendall had saved up for in their sophomore year. She saw a short, thin girl with blue eyes and a sharp chin, whose partly-combed blonde hair just touched her shoulders. There was also a coffee-colored stain on the front of her shirt, which was rare, since her small chest didn't stick out far enough to catch many drops.
She finished combing her hair in the mirror, then headed out to her dresser to get a new shirt. She picked out a purple polo with a breast pocket, and while she was at it, khakis. It was a young, how-may-I-help-you-today look that only nerd girls could pull off, according to a single, kind remark from Luna, and countless, countless snide remarks from others.
When Daisy went back into the bathroom to change and closed the door, her bladder finally spoke up and asked to be emptied. It used a quiet voice, which was proper: it had only been about half a day since her last pee, so, using her terminology, she was still in stage 1 of her hold. She poked herself in the belly when she had her shirt and pants off, and felt the urge worsen for a moment with each poke. She giggled, and put her clothes on.
She was just about to leave the bathroom for the morning when she remembered that she still had business in there: keeping Kendall out. Kendall's Thursday schedule required her to get out of bed now, then more or less stay out of the dorm until the end of Calculus class with Daisy, except for lunch. Daisy had just begun to ponder how long she should stay in here to wait for Kendall when she heard that beautiful sound of the doorknob turning an eighth turn, then catching on the lock and stopping. Oh, how Daisy had come to love that sound! She knew Kendall would still be here for a few minutes to brush her hair and gather her books and so forth, but she also knew that Kendall wouldn't be taking a shower today – she did that only every other day – so she had no excuse to wait for the restroom. She squatted in the bathroom until she heard Kendall leave.
Back out in the main living area, Daisy checked her planner and saw that she was to study both scripting and botany today. Her Calc IV class wasn't until afternoon, so, ever the early bird, Daisy grabbed the two textbooks and set out for the library.
Once there, she studied for two hours, sipping from a large cup of coffee all the while.
–
Jill didn't have a show today. Therefore, she slept until noon.
When she awoke, she sludged out of bed and rubbed her eyes, then stretched her arms and legs as far as they could go, yawning gigantically. She had slept in the previous day's clothes, as was her norm on show nights; when she finally arrived home at around midnight (shows typically ended at 8 or 9, were followed by a signing or some other meet-the-magician event, and then required cleanup) she was always exhausted enough to simply collapse onto her bed as she was.
She stood. “Routine” was too strong a word to describe her morning actions, but even she had a few things she did regularly: shower, change, comb hair. Naturally, peeing wasn't on that list, but she already felt a little liquid in her abdomen. After leaving the backstage bathroom the previous evening, she had realized just how thirsty she was and had more or less chugged a bottle of water, then grabbed a second one to have while signing shirts and talking to guests, and finally refilled the second one to drink while she worked on cleanup with the crew.
That made three bottles of water in her, minus whatever she might have sweat out since then. She ran her hand over her tummy, applying pressure to her bladder and trying to judge how long she'd make it if she kept that rate up. Not long, she guessed.
She stepped into the bathroom of her one-bed one-bath apartment, which was technically a stand-alone house. She rented it alone; the peace and quiet let her make shows of high enough quality that they paid for their own working-condition luxuries.
Jill undressed and stepped into the shower. The water was freezing at first, but she ignored it; it helped wake her up. So with the water making her shiver and need to pee, Jill washed herself. She first rinsed her hair, then began washing her body while it soaked. When she was washing her tummy, she pushed a little extra hard on her bladder for fun, and, despite the water being warm now, shivered again.
Once she had rinsed herself clean of the soap, she began on her hair. Her hair was long, prone to tangles, and made of thin strands, meaning, contradictorily, that she had to be both rough and delicate with it. She had mastered the art; no hair was lost in the process of cleaning it and applying a round of straightening.
After a total of 5 minutes, Jill stepped out of the shower. She stood on the shower mat, feeling its soft fur with her bare feet while swiping drips of water off of her skin. Some water ran down her front in a peculiar way such that it lept off of her skin just as it got to her lower belly, for a moment making it look like she was peeing.
What fun would she have with this hold? Her mind wandered to various possibilities – spend Sunday in public, lock herself out of the bathroom, etc. – and she began to get excited and impatient to get on to the good part. She took a glass from the sinktop and filled it with water, then chugged it down eagerly, spilling a little on her bare chest.
She was tempted to chug down four or five more glasses, but she resisted the urge. As much as she liked to torment herself, she wanted the hold to last four days this time. And on this special occasion, she knew exactly when her last pee had been: 8:01 in the evening, Wednesday night, right after her show had ended.
Jill stepped out into her living room, dry now, and walked to her dresser. She picked out a t-shirt and sweatpants, along with a purple bra and blue underwear. Then, not wanting to forget, she walked naked to a piece of paper lying on the table and wrote “Wed evening, 8:01” on it. Below, she wrote her goal: “Sun evening, 8:01”.
Then she put her clothes on.
–
After her initial study session, which lasted until 9:45, Daisy walked back to the dorm area and took the bus to the coffee shop for a break, a donut, and another coffee. The rationality of the bus system was pleasing to her: one pair of buses circulated between the main campus, the dorm area, and the mall in the center of town; another pair circulated up and down Main St., which was the backbone of the town.
At the shop, Daisy ordered a butternut donut and another large coffee. She had brought her laptop, and once she had her food she grabbed some napkins and sat down at a table to work on a paper that was due next Monday.
But wasn't she supposed to be taking a break? Yes; exchanging the plodding Botany book for an exciting mathematical essay had been, to Daisy, a break. Besides: she had been out of coffee for the last half hour, and having more allowed her to enjoy not only its flavor, but also some early fantasies about how it would feel when it got to her bladder.
Now it was noon. Daisy had returned to the library at 10 and worked through another 2-hour study session. The coffee had long since gone through her system, and although, she mused, a normal girl might be bursting to pee right now, Daisy herself felt only a small urge.
She piled her things up neatly, and walked back to the dorms. Hunger had set in; she considered eating at the dorm diner, but then decided to go out to eat instead. So, after putting her books back in their places, Daisy took the bus to the mall, then walked a short distance to get on one of the Main St. buses.
What did Daisy want to eat? The restaurants slid by slowly. Pizza? Tacos? Sub sandwiches?
Actually, tacos sounded good – she got off the bus and walked back to the restaurant.
When she walked in, five or six people were ahead of her. She thought she'd have to wait a while, but the adept cashier handled them all in well under three minutes. When it was her turn, she ordered her usual two soft tacos and large coke. She vaguely recognized the cashier from when she'd been here before: a small African-American girl with large green eyes. A bit of a belly...was that usually there?
To her left, she heard a piece of paper flapping in a draft, and by leaning slightly over the counter she could see that it was an “Out of order” sign on the bathroom door. She chuckled to herself upon reading it – who needed public restrooms anyway?
Daisy's food was ready soon.
–
Jill sat at her work table, which was also her food table. It was two in the afternoon; she had spent the first two hours of her day surfing the internet idly and chatting with some of her friends. She had thrown together a plate of nachos and now she was snacking on them as she got caught up on where she was in her latest show, a short play. She had been working on it for a couple of weeks now, and it was getting pretty close to done. It was at the stage (pun intended) where Jill could contact her co-workers and begin giving them preliminary orders for what props and costumes would be needed.
She couldn't have described the process she used to catch up, but she had one. There was this character, and that one, and there was that thing that he said to her, and…
…and then Jill was working away, unaware of the passage of time, unaware of the uneaten portion of her nachos, unaware of the feeling in her bladder of a little bit of pee already building up.
–
Daisy didn't like to study in the early afternoon, and since finals weren't for a while, she didn't have to today. She sat on her dorm bed, having just returned from lunch, and wondered what to do. Perhaps Luna was free to hang out? Daisy looked at her calendar.
It was not to be; a red line labeled “Luna dance class 1:30-3:00” ran through all the Thursdays. Maybe she would just practice violin.
Daisy heard footsteps coming up the hallway. She didn't really notice them at first, but when they stopped at her door she became interested. Who was it, she wondered?
As the doorknob began to turn, it clicked in Daisy's mind. She dashed across the room and into their shared bathroom just as Kendall swung the door open. Kendall would know she'd just gone in, but probably not that she'd done it in such a hurry.
She waited for the turn of the doorknob.
It didn't come.
She looked at the clock and saw it was forty-nine seconds past 13:40. She looked down at her feet and tapped her sneakers together idly a few times, counting the taps on her fingers to make sure it came out to a multiple of five. She thought about the slightly full state of her bladder and wished it would fill faster. The usual temptation to chug four liters of water descended upon her, but as usual she ignored it. She used to succumb to it, but she learned quickly that it always lead to a worse hold in the long run; the sheer quantity of liquid would make her feel sick to her stomach, and then the water would go quickly to her bladder, rushing her through stages 2, 3, and early 4 before she could enjoy them. Then she would be left in late stage 4, totally unsatisfied with the amount of holding she had done, but already needing to pee too badly to focus on getting work done, and thus being forced to go before she wanted to.
No, the early stages of a hold were necessary, if boring. Daisy needed them to get preemptively caught up on work that she wouldn't be able to do during stage 4, when she would be–
The doorknob turned, and clicked against the lock. Daisy put her ear to the door just soon enough to hear a breathy “dangit!” as a pair of feet stepped back from it. The floor creaked once, then again and again, but Daisy heard no footsteps...somebody was shifting their weight back and forth. Daisy's mouth went dry.
A minute later, the footsteps left the bathroom door, and Daisy heard the main door being opened and then closed. Kendall had needed to pee since at least last night, and this had been her last chance to go for several hours!
It was a while before Daisy could focus enough to play violin.
–
Jill emerged, as though from a long tunnel, out of her work. She had not finished the play today; an unexpected turn of events in the fictional world had delayed its end for a little longer while additional loose ends were tied up. It would probably require another two days of work.
Jill's first thought was of how she missed the days when she could begin work on a project with a more or less empty bladder and emerge only hours later bursting for a piss. Sure, she would need to drink a lot beforehand to make that happen, but it had been doable. Nowadays, the most she could hope for was a considerable, but not emergency-inducing, increase in urgency.
She went to get herself a bottle of pop from the fridge, intending to drink the whole thing. She knew the dangers of drinking too much too soon, but this seemed like it would be fine to her; she was thirsty anyway.
When Jill opened the fridge, she realized with a start that she was not only parched, but also starving. She looked at the clock and found to her surprise that it was 5:30 in the afternoon. She had worked for a solid three and a half hours. That was good time, even for her.
Well, this deserved a treat. She grabbed the pop and headed for the door; she was going out to eat.
What did she want? There was pizza, tacos, sub sandwiches...
Tacos sounded good. There was a Mexican restaurant near the end of Main St.
Actually – pizza.
–
Daisy considered camping out in her room to make sure Kendall couldn't slip in and pee before their class together commenced.
...She usually didn't get like this, but today she had her eyes dead set on seeing her roommate desperate to pee.
She decided not to do that, however. For one thing, she knew Kendall wouldn't have a chance to get back to the dorm to pee, as the girl had complained that she always had to rush from her last class to this one, and for another, she didn't want to be late herself. So, with a sigh, Daisy gathered up her books and pencils and headed for the door, hoping she hadn't made some error in calculations that would have allowed Kendall a chance to use the bathroom.
In the final hallway before her arrival at the classroom, it occurred to Daisy that she had to sit next to Kendall if she wanted to enjoy her desperation. She could only control this variable if she arrived after Kendall did, but before the seats around her were taken by randoms. She didn't know if Kendall was there yet, so when she got to the door she slowed to a crawl and peered in as she passed by, trying to see every seat at once. She didn't see Kendall.
Alright, plan B. Daisy would walk around a loop in the hallways and see if Kendall was there when she returned...but no, there was a flaw – if Kendall arrived very soon, all the seats near her could be taken by the time Daisy came around again.
Instead, she hatched another plan: she would stand outside the restroom until Kendall arrived. No one would take notice of a girl they didn't know waiting her turn to pee, and she could reasonably give up on waiting and head into class when Kendall arrived. (The reason Kendall couldn't use the very restroom that Daisy stood by was that it was quite unclean, and like Daisy Kendall was a little germaphobic).
Daisy backed up into the wall and leaned against it, then took out her phone and pretended to look at it as she kept an eye out for Kendall. She usually hated the thought of being seen waiting for the bathroom, but this time she didn't mind, because she didn't actually need to go. Well...she mostly didn't need to go. It wasn't urgent.
Finally Kendall came down the hall; Daisy looked only out of the corner of her eye, to avoid getting the girl's attention. She was one of the last ones to arrive, so although Daisy wanted to be more subtle, she had to dart in right behind Kendall in order to guarantee herself a spot. She did this, and, seeing that Kendall had taken a seat with only one empty seat next to it, hastily took that one.
The roomies made eye contact. Kendall smiled politely, and Daisy waved and said “Hi.”
“Hey.” Kendall shifted minutely in her seat.
The class was two hours long. Daisy still didn't know how badly Kendall needed to pee, and if she was going to enjoy watching she would need to keep an eye on that to find out soon. The larger girl hadn't noticed how uncharacteristic Daisy's wave had been – was she distracted already?
It didn't take as long as Daisy had expected for the level of Kendall's urgency to become clear. She had toughed out the first five minutes so stoically that Daisy feared she had managed to find a place to pee. But before long she had crossed her legs and began bouncing them up and down in place. Another minute later she stilled herself, but kept her legs crossed, and placed her spare hand in between her lower thighs; after yet another minute, she uncrossed her legs, leaned forward in her seat while biting her lip, and clutched her stomach. She sat up straight quickly and glanced around, then crossed her legs again with as much dignity as she could manage.
Daisy's mouth went dry. This was it. She had done it!
But Daisy wasn't one to wallow in success. No, her next step was to see if she could prolong Kendall's plight any longer. If she could get back to the dorm before Kendall, by being early or by making Kendall late, she might be able to make her skip yet another toilet visit.
Alternatively, even though this was Kendall's last class of the day, Daisy might be able to invent a reason that the girl couldn't return directly to her dorm when it was over.
She pondered the three options. Getting to the dorm early was easy: just excuse herself from class a bit before it was over. Making Kendall late was harder, but possibly more subtle: if Daisy left class early and ended up in the bathroom, Kendall would be suspicious – anyone could see that Daisy wasn't one to value bodily functions over education.
The third option offered endless possibilities, but there wasn't a clear path to take, nor even a clear question to be answered. How exactly could Daisy keep Kendall with her and away from their room? What kind of plan would she need to come up with?
After a moment's thought, it occurred to Daisy that she could ask Kendall out to dinner. Not necessarily on a date, just as friends (Daisy herself was bisexual, but she wasn't sure about Kendall). Were the two close enough for that to be feasible? Daisy didn't have the intuition to tell, but she suspected not; she hadn't made any prior efforts to forge a friendship with the girl.
What would it be? The seconds ticked away, and Daisy thought, and Kendall held.
“Kendall?”
Daisy snapped out of a trance, noticing first that Kendall had been called on, then that she had been raising her hand. Was she asking to use the bathroom??
Kendall asked a question about what the prof had been lecturing on, and as the prof answered, Daisy realized it had been safe all along. This wasn't high school. You didn't ask to go to the bathroom, you just went. And Kendall didn't go, she just waited. She even did so properly, without squirming, when someone like the prof was looking at her...but as soon as the prof went back to his lecture, Kendall began tapping her foot impatiently, and she bit her lip nervously from time to time. Besides turning Daisy on tremendously, this also worsened her need to pee, by the power of suggestion. She didn't need to do a silly bathroom dance, but her bladder stayed on her mind.
An hour passed, and Daisy was pretty sure Kendall's need had worsened. She kept her thick legs pressed together or crossed at all times; she kept biting her full lower lip; her wavy brown hair, left unattended while she squirmed, was beginning to get tangly; her pretty blue eyes darted around, as though a toilet would materialize on the wall or ceiling.
But only 30 minutes remained in class. Daisy would see some good holding action, yes, but it would be over before it could possibly result in a wetting – which Daisy would relish in. Obviously Kendall needed to pee badly, but it wasn't clear just how badly, nor whether she could be convinced to keep holding for longer. Normally, as thrice so far, if Kendall was denied access to a bathroom, she just skipped that visit. But of course, those had all been when she hadn't needed to go as urgently as she did now. Daisy would need a plan to make sure Kendall didn't insist on a bathroom break, or (even harder to prevent) use a bathroom besides the one in their dorm.
And how hard it was to think with Kendall squirming in her seat sexily right beside her! Such is the plight of a pee fetishist, Daisy mused.
She considered her options. A dinner date was the most viable among the outings to convince Kendall to go on. Even it had two complications, though: keeping Kendall from stopping for a pee at the dorm before they left, and keeping her from using a public bathroom while they were out. If Daisy had more time, she could take a stab at the latter issue by touring various restaurants and seeing if they had bathrooms or not, but lacking that, she had no way of knowing.
She was just about to scrap the idea when she remembered something with a start: the bathrooms had been closed at the restaurant where she'd eaten lunch! It wasn't a particularly dinner-y place, but they were college students; no one would blame her for taking someone there. She knew it was open late, too, having eaten dinner there before. Her bladder pricked her gently in memory of the time she'd had an accident there.
Only one problem remained: keeping Kendall from stopping at the dorm first to pee. And, of course, convincing her to come along in the first place. The former she could solve with a well-timed visit to the bathroom of her own, as long as Kendall kept to her normal method of trying once to get a bathroom break, then giving up immediately if she failed. Daisy couldn't know if she would or not, but she didn't think there was another way, so she had to wager everything on the hope that she would.
Finally, getting Kendall to come along at all. The direct approach was usually Daisy's favorite – “Hey Kendall, do you want to come get dinner with me?” – but she knew from experience that this wasn't always the most effective, nor was it the favorite of her audiences. Yet the only thing she could reasonably adorn the question with was a reason that the two should meet, and Daisy could think of none. To study? Not while eating. To plan a co-op project? No such project was assigned.
To get to know one another?
Why?
No, the only way to do it would be to ask directly. Ask directly, execute perfect timing to keep Kendall out of the bathroom a fourth time, then go to dinner and hope the bathrooms hadn't been repaired yet.
It was settled. Daisy would ask right after class was over, only twenty minutes from now.
Kendall's bladder seemed to be getting dangerously full by now. Daisy looked over to see that her legs were crossed and bouncing up and down slowly, and one of her hands kept wandering into her lap. As she watched, Kendall uncrossed her legs with something like determination, indicated by her light stomp after doing so, but after a minute of stoic stillness she was biting her lip and shifting this way and that, and after another her legs were crossed and bouncing again.
Daisy watched with increasing fascination as the reality of the situation sunk in deeper and deeper. She had butterflies in her stomach for the first time in as long as she could remember, thinking about taking Kendall to dinner and watching her squirm for as much as two hours more.
“Kendall?”
Daisy jumped again, and chastised herself for not being more attentive. Kendall had been raising her hand.
“How come taking the integral of the square isn't the same as taking the square of the integral? I mean, if you just...if you rearrange.” She flipped through some pages in her notebook.
The professor watched her for a minute, then said “I think I know where you're going with this, and I think a lot of people have the same question. Do you want to come down here and write what you're thinking on the board?”
Daisy looked back at Kendall just in time to see her hesitate for an instant before she rose from her seat, walked carefully up to the board, and began drawing some diagrams and equations. She stood perfectly upright with straight legs at first, and held this posture the whole time she was writing.
But Daisy too knew where she was going with this, and she knew that the explanation would be a long one – especially since it involved a subject they hadn't covered yet. Moreover, this prof was fond of bringing students down to the main platform to have little (or long) dialogs with them, for the purpose of explaining something to the whole class. Kendall had been daring to initiate a dialog in her current state (if she had even known she was doing it).
Kendall put the chalk down calmly and listened attentively as the prof spoke about the question. But as the minutes ticked past, Kendall's control started to slip. At first, she only crossed her legs slowly in place and put her hands on her hips, but by the end she was squirming around enough that others besides Daisy might have noticed that she needed to pee.
The professor said nothing of it, however, and before the last twenty minutes of class were up, Kendall returned to her seat. Daisy saw that she was red in the face and sweating – neither one obvious from a distance, but both quite clear now. Her control didn't rise above the bouncy crossed legs level for the rest of the class.
–
Finally, class ended. Daisy had, for once, gathered her things together a little early, so that she was ready to leave before Kendall. She met her at the door.
“Kendall!” she said.
Kendall stopped awkwardly and regarded her. “Oh...hi!”
“I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me tonight...?” It had come out with neither disastrous awkwardness nor suspicious glibness, but Daisy suspected she could have done better.
“Oh!” Kendall thought about it. Daisy wasn't sure what to say, but she suspected the cleanest option was just to let Kendall have a minute.
Her patience was rewarded. Kendall said “Uhmm...sure! Just let me stop by the dorm, I have to...drop off some things. Then we can go. Sound good?”
Daisy nodded. Phase one was complete.
They walked most of the way back to their dorm together, walking rather than waiting for the bus – Kendall's decision. Once within 100 paces or so, Daisy executed a plan she had come up with during that walk.
“Do you mind if I run ahead? These books are kinda heavy.”
“Go ahead.”
“Thanks.” Daisy closed the rest of the gap hastily and ducked inside. She darted about the room, doing several things in quick succession before Kendall arrived: put her books down, straighten her desk, grab her coat, and duck inside the bathroom. There, she put on her coat, brushed her hair, and generally tidied herself; she would need to be ready to go out as soon as she left the bathroom.
Kendall arrived. Daisy heard her footsteps go from the door to her bed, stand there for a minute while books were plunked down, then head for the bathroom. The handle didn't turn, but it might as well have; Kendall's footsteps stayed right outside the door, shifting back and forth as they had earlier that day, but more vigorously.
Daisy didn't budge. As planned, Kendall eventually left the door and opened her dresser to get her own coat, stood still for a minute to put it on, then began returning to the bathroom door. At that moment, Daisy came out, and just as Kendall was about to head into the open doorway, Daisy stepped into her path and interjected “Ready??”
It was the most beautifully timed social gambit Daisy had ever pulled off. Kendall visibly looked for a way to turn down Daisy's innocent, excited question in the negative, but gave up after three seconds.
“...yeah. Should we go?”
Daisy smiled – she couldn't not – and nodded.
They headed for the door.
END OF PART 1
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PART 2/5
Back from dinner, Jill flopped onto her couch and tried to decide what to do. Her thoughts were interrupted by the unpleasant realization that flopping wasn't a great idea when she had just drank a large, fizzy drink with dinner. Her stomach churned and moaned, and only allowed a relieving belch with some encouragement.
Back to evening plans. What could Jill do tonight? She'd already done all the writing she could do today; it was an exhausting process.
Well, she could go get blackout drunk with her friends. Drunk-Jill wasn't as bad as someone who had just met Sober-Jill might think.
No, Jill remembered that her best friend Matt was busy tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
She looked reluctantly over at her piano, not wanting to practice, but unable to come up with an excuse.
...Fine. She walked over, sat down, and took out a music book – Chopin's Nocturnes. While playing, she remembered something she often forgot: how hard it was to focus on the music when she needed to pee even a modest amount. Piano-playing made her urge to pee twice as powerful.
She lapped up the feeling, and enjoyed the anticipatory mirage the doubled desperation showed her as her fingers played the familiar, beautiful melodies of the Nocturne in B-flat minor.
–
Daisy and Kendall stepped out into the night air hanging over the parking lot of their dorm. The girls could see their breaths, but their coats kept them warm. The bus wasn't in the lot, which would mean as much as a 15 minute wait.
“Do you want to walk?” Kendall asked.
Daisy looked at her. It would be a longer journey overall if they walked, but probably a more pleasant one too; the bus didn't always smell great.
“Sure.”
They set off in the direction of the restaurant. Sunset would be in front of them until they got to the mall and turned onto the other street. Daisy wondered if she could get somewhere by commenting on it, but she couldn't think of anything to say.
Then she recalled what the ambiance had made her forget: Kendall's bladder. She looked at her roommate, and tried to discern how she was feeling discretely. It didn't seem like Kendall was struggling to hold it, but she did look a little nervous – perhaps because of the deliberate way she looked ahead of herself, as though her only goal were to get where she was going.
When they reached the mall, the sun had set completely, and there was only a dim stroke of red lying on the horizon.
Daisy spoke up. “That was a...nice sunset.” The cold had taken her breath away.
Kendall responded at length, and distractedly...more so than could be explained by the cold.
“...yeah.”
They got to the restaurant. Immediately after walking in, Kendall began looking around. But due to the restaurant's odd shape, the bathroom door would be out of view even after they got to the counter, and could only be seen if they took a seat to the left. When another customer walked in, though, Daisy could hear the “Out of order” sign flapping around in the draft again.
Kendall crossed her legs tightly as she looked over the menu, and Daisy realized she was wearing sweatpants now. Daisy herself was still wearing her khakis, but she approved of the other girl's choice. Choosing comfort over fashion was the logical thing to do.
Kendall settled on a taco salad. Daisy usually got soft tacos, but having just had that for lunch she decided on nachos instead. When the cashier – a different one from earlier – came to the counter, Daisy ordered for both of them, and in doing so decided for Kendall that she wanted a large drink. Their order was ready soon, as the restaurant was almost empty. Daisy directed them to a table on the right, whence the bathroom wasn't visible, and sat in the seat that faced the bathroom, inducing Kendall to take the one facing away.
They ate slowly, Daisy slowed by a desire to prolong the evening, and Kendall presumably distracted by an increasingly urgent need to find a bathroom. Daisy watched the larger girl's stiff movements with fascination. Twice, Daisy dropped something on the floor in order to get a look at what Kendall was doing down below – crossing her legs? holding between them? – and both times she'd had her legs crossed. The first time, her hand was in her lap – the second time, in her crotch.
Finally, most of the way through the meal, Kendall stood up and said to Daisy “I'll be right back.”
Daisy nodded coolly and kept eating, but began to watch her roommate like a hawk the moment her back was turned. When she found the bathroom door, she grasped the handle before she noticed the sign. Finding it locked, she doubled over and clutched her stomach, and noticing it was out of order, she let out a moan that Daisy guessed she wasn't supposed to hear. She composed herself with a sigh, smoothed out her shirt in a self-calming way, and headed back to the table.
“Never mind.”
Daisy had already planned her response. “We can start heading back to the dorms if it's urgent.”
Kendall would have loved to do that, but Daisy knew she couldn't admit the pretense. “...No,” she said at length. “It's not that, I was just stretching my legs.”
“Okay,” said Daisy.
They continued eating. Kendall already hadn't been enthusiastic about her drink, but now she avoided it entirely. Her movements had become pained. When Daisy pulled her drop-the-spoon trick again, she saw that Kendall's legs were double crossed and her hand was jammed into her crotch, the whole mass bouncing up and down. Daisy tried to hide her immense interest, but at this point she was sure some had shown through.
When they were finishing eating, another idea occurred to Daisy. She didn't have time to think it through, but there wasn't much damage to be done if it didn't work.
“Do you want to go see a movie after this?”
Kendall looked at her, but broke eye contact quickly, biting her lip and looking down to one side. Conflict swam across her eyes.
“...No,” she said miserably. “I mean...I really do want to see a movie with you, but...it's late, and...and I have a lot of work, and...I just kinda wanna get back to the dorm at this point. Okay? Maybe some other time.”
Daisy nodded. “I understand,” she said, and hung her head a little. It was time to let the poor girl go. “Are you ready to get out of here?”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
Daisy didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything.
They left.
–
Lying on her bed that night – Kendall a few feet away on her bed, having peed intensely as soon as they'd gotten home – Daisy struggled to fall asleep, unable to push the day's events from her mind.
–
Jill usually slept in. But today, when she woke up and willingly got out of bed, it was only nine in the morning. She had gone to bed early last night, right after practicing piano, feeling generally distracted by something she couldn't put her finger on.
She made her way to the kitchen and searched for breakfast food. Two eggs? Sure. She took out a frying pan and put it on the burner, cracked the eggs, and sloshed some milk in to make them fluffier. She poured herself some tea too, knowing perfectly well it wouldn't go, but needing the calming-down.
As her hunger subsided, another feeling came to light. It had been a day and a half since she had gone to the bathroom, and it was starting to feel like it. The weight in her abdomen couldn't be brushed off, ignored, or otherwise slighted; Jill had to allot attention towards making sure she didn't pee herself. Not a lot of attention – the urge wasn't strong – but some. And she wouldn't be able to stop paying attention to it until she finally decided to pee, at least two days from now.
She finished her eggs and tea, and sighed happily. What to do with the morning? She wondered if maybe she could get some writing done, and went to her work table. She tried to ignore the dishes stacked all over it, but when a plate fell on the floor and broke she went to work gathering dishes from all over the house.
Once the broken plate was cleaned up and the other dishes were collected by the sink, Jill set about washing them. The water running on her hands brought her bladder to the forefront of her mind, and rather than push it away, Jill embraced it. She was tempted to do a little mock pee-dance. The dance always made her crazy, even if it was she herself doing it.
What the heck. She allowed herself to cross her legs and bend at the knees a couple of times. Only the fact that her hands were wet kept her from grabbing her crotch.
By the time Jill dried her hands, she was ready to be serious. She returned to good posture – which meant not straight shoulders but uncrossed legs – and walked back to her work table, grabbing her laptop on the way. She opened the messaging program and clicked over to Matt's tab.
“hey matt”
When Matt didn't respond, she wrote:
“do u wanna go to the bar tonite with the squad”
No response appeared, but neither did the green circle to indicate that Matt was online at the moment. She closed the laptop, sat at her work table, and slipped into the flow of writing.
–
Daisy had slept through her alarm, and when she finally awoke it was at the late, late hour of nine in the morning. She panicked when she noticed, but then realized that it was okay, as she didn't have a class until eleven. Besides, the extra sleep was good for her. And it meant she didn't have to awkwardly avoid eye contact with Kendall, since she'd already gone out for the day.
Daisy slunk to the coffee maker and started a pot brewing, then went into the bathroom. She was tempted to just pee right now – did she really deserve to hold? – but she didn't do it. Her rationality would not be disrupted so easily. Still, seeing the toilet made her bladder ache prematurely; it felt like late stage 3, but in fact it was only mid stage 2.
She took a long, hot shower.
An hour later, the girl sat on her bed cleaned, dressed, warmed, fed (she'd had a muffin), and back in decent spirits. The thing with Kendall was still on her mind, but now she could frame it as a mere problem to be solved, like thousands before it and thousands to come.
Her bladder ached again, and this time she embraced the feeling.
–
The day passed calmly. Daisy went to her classes by an alternate route to avoid encountering Kendall, and took both her History book and her Botany book with her to Botany, so she wouldn't have to swing by the dorm between classes. During Botany, she sipped at a large cup of coffee. Luna, who shared both classes with Daisy, mentioned that she needed to pee, but Daisy, conditioned by last night, wasn't much interested.
Meanwhile, Jill worked on her show until early afternoon, when she went out to eat at a restaurant close to the one Jewel worked at. Returning home at two-thirty had been a strange experience, but she had just screwed around on the internet for a couple of hours, then gone to practice piano.
–
At around five in the afternoon, Jill's laptop sung the familiar note of an incoming message. She left the piano and opened up the laptop.
It was Matt:
“Yes. Does 7 P.M. work for you? I've got Joe and Ava on the line.”
Jill responded: “took u long enough lol...and yeah 7 works”
“Great, I'll let them know.”
“see u then”
Jill closed the laptop, and wondered if they would be eating at the bar or before meeting up. Probably beforehand, she thought. Besides, she wasn't sure if her bladder could withstand a stomach full of both food and beer sitting on top of it. Better to eat dinner early so it would be digested by the time she started drinking.
Soon after eating, it was time to go. Jill changed into sweatpants – more comfy! – and headed out the door. In the car, she remembered another thing she usually forgot: how hard driving could be on a full bladder. It wasn't a problem yet, but...she wondered if she should arrange to be dropped off after the meet-up. She supposed it was an issue for later – it wasn't like she would have to come up with an elaborate excuse to get a ride after a night of drinking.
She arrived at the bar early, but Matt and Ava were there already. She approached them, and the three shared a hug. It was an awkwardly positioned hug, since she hadn't given them time to stand, and Ava's knee ended up digging into her bladder. There wasn't enough of a bulge to tip Ava off, but it still hurt kind of a lot.
They caught up with each other while they waited for Joe – always late – to arrive. When he finally did, Matt paid for the first round of beers, and everyone celebrated him with high praise, which he accepted gracefully.
As the evening wore on, their conversation went from sober and loud (initially) to drunk and loud (when all had had five beers, except Matt, the dedicated driver) to drunk and quiet (when the beer really got to them). Among the drinkers of five, Jill was the least out of it; she knew how to hold her beer in more ways than one. Joe and Ava were a little on top of each other, and Jill and Matt exchanged knowing looks. It was getting late.
“All right,” said Matt. “I think it's about time to start heading home.”
Joe and Ava were resistant, but Matt worked with Jill to peel them apart. Ava had come with Matt, but Joe had come alone, and was now insisting: “I can drive, I can drive! I cannot crash car, there is too much gum on the road!” This could have been his English failing him – he was natively Russian – but Jill suspected it was the alcohol. Matt patiently insisted that he would drive Joe home, pointing out that he could sit with Ava if he let Matt drive. This convinced him.
“What about you?” he asked Jill. “There's still a seat left in the car.”
Jill wanted to say she was okay to drive, but she wasn't. Neither the alcohol in her blood nor the pee in her bladder was enough to take her down, but the combination defeated her. Do not take with alcohol; do not take with piss, she mused, and giggled.
Yeah, she was drunk. And Matt well knew it; he was only asking to humor her. In a way, it made her mad, but...this was Matt. He was just doing his Matt-y best to keep things civil.
“...Yeah,” she said. “I'll go let the owner know that my car and Joe's will be here overnight.”
“Don't worry about it. My brother is gonna help me drive the cars back to practice driving.” He almost let the ambiguity stand, but he saw the objection building on Jill's face. “That is, I'll drive your car home, then he'll pick me up and bring me back here so I can get Joe's car. He'll only drive my car.”
Jill relaxed. “Okay,” she said. “Thanks bro. You're the best.”
Matt allowed himself a little indulgence. “I know.”
On the ride home, Jill had trouble sitting still.
–
After spending the afternoon on unnecessary errands to avoid her dorm, it occurred to Daisy that she was probably being silly. There was nothing stopping her from returning right now – Kendall would be there – and apologizing. Errare humanum est.
But, she couldn't go now. History class wasn't for another twenty minutes, and the walk there with a stop at her dorm would take only fifteen, but Daisy wasn't stupid; she knew a good apology would take more than five minutes.
She milled about for a few minutes, then went to class early, and seeing that Luna wasn't there yet, sat where she had two days ago. The last time she'd been there, she had been in late stage 4 – that is, her back teeth had been floating. Now it wasn't so bad, but she was definitely more than half full. And that didn't mean she had half an urge; it meant she was half of desperate, which was a strong urge.
Soon, Luna showed up and sat next to Daisy. They exchanged hey-theres, then sat quietly. It was still a few minutes before the lecture began.
“Ugh,” Luna said. “ I still haven't gotten a chance to pee since Botany class.”
Daisy perked up, then tried to backpedal by waiting before answering. “Uh...oh?”
Luna shook her head. “Yeah. I was gonna go before class started, but...I think I'm out of time.”
Daisy looked her up and down, and Luna crossed her legs pointedly. She shifted back and forth from time to time, as if to tease her friend. Daisy's bladder didn't feel any better for seeing this, but Daisy herself enjoyed it. Luna didn't appear to be bursting yet, but subtle, lesser desperation was hot too. She fidgeted in her seat about every five minutes or so.
By the time class was over, both girls were feeling more pressure in their bellies. Daisy's was still under control – she would be holding until Sunday, after all, and today was Friday – but Luna's seemed to be getting out of hand. She had even packed up early to get out sooner. But when class ended, she still waited, antsy, for Daisy.
“Uncomfortable?” Daisy asked, with her eyebrows raised.
“My back teeth are floating,” Luna said.
Daisy forced a laugh to hide her arousal. She wouldn't make Luna keep holding; Luna was her friend. They left class together.
“There's a bathroom,” Daisy said, unsure if Luna had noticed it right outside the door.
Luna hesitated. She seemed to want to tell Daisy something, but instead of speaking, she silently went into the bathroom. Two minutes later she returned, her bladder clearly empty.
Back at the dorm, having parted ways with Luna, Daisy took the stairs to her room and approached the door. Kendall would be inside, and Daisy would apologize to her. Her bladder would soon be to the point where she wouldn't be able to make a proper apology without fidgeting insultingly, so she'd have to do it right now, or not for two days.
She inhaled, and opened the door.
–
Kendall was on her bed reading when Daisy entered the room. She glanced up, but Daisy avoided her eye. Daisy put her things down on her bed and sat there awkwardly, waiting for a good moment to speak.
None came.
“I'm sorry about how last night went!” she blurted out.
Kendall did a double take, then marked the place in her book and looked at Daisy.
“Wha–?” she said.
“I'm sorry about making you...I'm sorry about how last night went. I know it was really awkward and, and I didn't know how to...well, I shouldn't have–”
Kendall interrupted her. “Hey, hey!” she said. “It's no big deal, it's no big deal! It was my fault anyway, I just had to go...back to the dorm to sleep. I was really tired.”
Daisy looked up, distressed.
“I'm sorry, hun,” Kendall continued. “I didn't mean for you to take it personally. I actually kind of l–” She stopped mid-sentence. “Listen, do you want to go to the movies tomorrow night? I was already thinking of seeing something, and I'd love for you to be there.”
Recalling the method's success earlier, Daisy chose the direct approach.
“Okay,” she said. And Kendall's genuine smile told her that it was okay. She couldn't help mirroring the expression. “But, I'll pay. Deal?”
“Nonsense,” said Kendall. “My plan, my treat.”
–
Daisy was still up after Kendall had gone to sleep. She hadn't been tired at her normal bedtime, since she had woken up so much later than normal, so she spent some time working on the Botany paper. It was going a little slower than normal; the symptoms of a full bladder were beginning to develop.
END OF PART 2 |
PART 3/5
Matt dropped Ava off first, then Joe. They lived near one another, and Jill lived a little while away from both of them.
Matt had noticed that Jill hadn't used the bathroom all night again, but Jill sat quietly, either unaware of the issue or doing a great job faking it, so he said nothing.
When they got to her house, Matt said he'd still be in the driveway for a minute while he texted his brother to get ready...which Jill smelled immediately as nonsense, since Matt had explained that his brother would only be driving Matt's car, which they were currently in. But Jill appreciated having an eye kept on her until she got inside the house, even if she didn't appreciate Matt's coyness about it.
There were no issues, and once Jill was inside Matt left to deal with the cars. She owed him one.
Jill took off her shoes by the door and hung up her coat. She shambled towards the bathroom, but remembered halfway there that she had to keep holding. Drunkenness could bring out old habits in her.
She stared at the toilet, clutched at her stomach and groaned, then slunk off to bed, knowing she'd feel better in the morning.
–
Morning came, and Jill felt much better!
Well, it was technically still morning.
And her bladder! Jill sat up and clutched her swollen belly proudly, admiring the work the beers had done in her sleep. She got up out of bed and walked to her bathroom, ignoring both the dresser and the toilet on the way to the shower. She took her pants, shirt, and panties off, then paused, clad in only socks and a bra, to cross her legs to suppress a rising urge (she needed to pee very badly now). She undressed the rest of the way and turned on the shower.
In the shower, the water pouring over her made her bladder's complaints even more urgent, but still she resisted them. Right now was the easiest time to pee, and she had given in to it before, in the earlier stages of her interest. Now she pretty much held to her limit every time – whether at home, in town, or on a plane.
As she lathered up her washcloth, she looked down her front and saw her bladder bulging out of her tummy just an inch or so. From her point of view, it was screaming for relief, but to an outside observer, it was simply there, a side effect of the fact that she hadn't peed in two and a half days. It made her wish she had someone to share it with.
Jill wasn't careful with her bladder at all; she washed her belly roughly several times, and enjoyed the urgent sensation it gave her. She tried not to dance around, but she couldn't resist clapping her thighs together and wiggling her hips and butt.
After her shower, Jill toweled off, again being less than gentle with her sac of pee. She hadn't brought her clothes into the bathroom, so she stepped out into the living room naked. Having no house-mate, her only precaution was to close the curtains. She enjoyed nakedness; it felt natural...and also sexy. Having a full bladder encouraged her to remain clothesless by putting her in that mood.
Jill didn't get dressed for a while, but when she had wasted enough time on the internet she reluctantly put her clothes on. It didn't work to be horny while writing; at best it distracted her, and at worst it made her writing way so irredeemably focused on sex that it had to be thrown out and rewritten.
She entered her writing mindset and got to work.
–
When Daisy woke up on Saturday, thoughts of the last two days and thoughts of pee battled for her attention. She tried to ignore her bladder while she could – the urge was always disproportionately gentle right after waking up – and remember what was important: Luna had needed to pee, Kendall wasn't angry, they were seeing a movie tonight.
Daisy stood up, yawned, and stretched hard, pressing out her small chest, which was covered only by her B-cup bra. She turned around to make her bed, and thought for a second she saw Kendall peeking out at her. But at a second glance, she seemed sound asleep.
In the shower, Daisy finally allowed herself to think about her bladder. It was unavoidable, really: the bulge in her tummy would have reminded her either way. She sucked air in through her teeth as she went through a kind of admittance of the fact that she needed to pee. She couldn't help but bend forward as the first urge washed over her, but she stood up straight for the rest of her shower.
Drying off, the girl maintained her composure, but she had to be delicate with her bladder to do it. She stood with her legs pressed together while she used the hairdryer, since two-handed tasks annoyingly increased her urge to pee simply by removing the option of using her hands to hold.
It occurred to her as she was about to leave the bathroom that making Kendall hold again was a possibility, since the girl apparently hadn't realized she was doing it before. She froze, paralyzed by indecision, and ultimately decided to just act normal, reasoning that she could always make Kendall hold another time if not today, and that her own bladder would be enough entertainment today. Her hand had brushed the doorknob when she'd reached for it the first time, so tapped it with her fingers four more times to make an even five before exiting the room for real.
Kendall was still asleep when Daisy slipped out to go to the library for a study session. On the way there, Daisy stopped at the coffeeshop. She noticed while waiting in line that the store would be doing some kind of cross-promotion deal tomorrow: coffee brought to the taco place at the end of Main St would be paid for by the taco place if you bought something there, and tacos brought back here would be paid for by the coffeeshop if you bought a coffee too. It didn't strike her as genius, but she loved free coffee as much as the next girl. She decided to bring her coffee to the taco place tomorrow and maybe work on her Botany essay there.
It was her turn to order. “Large coffee with one cream and one sugar, please.”
When Daisy took her break tomorrow, she would be firmly in stage 4 – bursting to pee – but she would have her free coffee.
She left for the library.
–
“Hey.”
Daisy looked up from her books to see Luna standing by the table. “Oh, hi Luna,” she said.
“Mind if I sit with you?”
“Go ahead.”
Luna sat down next to Daisy and put down her Botany book. She crossed her legs and began reading and taking notes. Daisy wondered what her friend was doing here, but she enjoyed the girl's company, so she didn't complain. She had been studying for an hour, and now the two of them studied together for another hour.
“Whew,” Luna finally said. “I need to pee.”
Daisy looked at her. Usually, she would be feeling perky and interested at this statement, but...she felt more quizzical than anything. Why did Luna keep bringing this up? Did she share Daisy's fetish or...what?
She made an attempt at dismissive humor. “You've got my permission.”
Luna smirked, but didn't go anywhere. Daisy was bemused, but she could think of nothing more to say, so she went back to her work. Normally she would leave to take a break, but her friend's presence was enough of a change of pace that she felt she didn't need one. Besides, she kind of wanted to keep an eye on the status of Luna's bladder, and if she left Luna could pee without her knowing.
They studied for yet another hour. Daisy managed to focus well even though she wanted to think about Luna's need to pee, and even though her own urge was getting stronger each hour now. Finally, curiosity got the better of her, and she turned to Luna and asked:
“How come you don't just...go to the bathroom?”
Luna shrugged. “I can hold it.”
The question continued to burn in Daisy's mind, but she didn't want to press further and risk discouraging Luna from whatever she was up to, so she bit her tongue.
A few minutes later, Luna stretched, and said “I was wondering if you'd want to go on an outing with me today.”
“Sure,” said Daisy. Yesterday she might have been afraid that she was making Luna hold her pee, but she could no longer contrive a situation in which Luna's holding was anyone's decision but her own. “Do you have a time in mind?”
“Some time around now? If that works.”
“Sure. Let me just put my books back in my room.”
“I'll come with you.”
They left the library and walked back to the dorms. It wasn't clear which girl needed to pee more urgently, but Daisy suspected it was herself; neither of them was squirming, but Daisy certainly would have been if she hadn't trained herself out of it.
Luna came into the room with Daisy and stood right by the open bathroom door, clearly aware of its existence. Daisy looked significantly at it, then at Luna, but her friend just shrugged.
“Shall we take the bus or walk?” Daisy asked.
“Let's take the bus if it's there,” Luna said.
It was there, and they boarded it. When they arrived at the mall, Daisy made a note of the time: 14:00. They would start with lunch, as neither girl had eaten yet. As far as Daisy knew none of the stores had toilets available – only the food court did. Could she steer them away from the toilets?
No, she was being passive this time. Luna would hold her pee if she wanted to.
They got off the bus.
–
Jill emerged from flow at around two-thirty in the afternoon. She had been writing furiously – she was so close to being done now! – and her wrist hurt. But alas, another character had gone and done something stupid, and she had to clean up the mess before the story could be over.
Famished, Jill thought about what to do for lunch. She'd eaten out the day before and didn't like to do it too often, but...c'mon, she was writing a lot, and she needed easy sustenance. I'll write again in the evening, she told herself, and considered lunch out justified.
She decided to get tacos. She felt like walking, so she grabbed her coat as she headed out the door. Hers was one of a few streets in town not blessed by a sidewalk, but it connected to Main St. soon enough.
By the time she got to the intersection, she was freezing and regretted walking, so when she saw a bus right at the stop, she jogged up and got on. The cold hadn't done any favors for her bladder, which now felt as uncomfortable as if the pee had frozen solid. Jill sat still, though, and didn't cross her legs. She knew the urge would lessen as she warmed up.
When the bus got to the stop nearest to the taco place, Jill got off and jogged inside. There were a few people in line, so she had time to catch her breath. As she moved forward in line, she caught sight of the cashier – a small black girl with noticeable green eyes – and a large white girl standing to the side. The line went quickly, and she was the last one in it. She sat at a table near the counter, and overheard some snippets of the cashier's conversation with her friend:
Cashier: “...blonde hair, kind of [something], just to her shoulders...”
Friend: “Which one was [something]?”
Cashier: “The [something] one. But I think the blonde one was [something something].”
Jill tuned them out. She wouldn't be able to make sense of it, and it wasn't her business anyway. She got up to get her food a minute later when it was ready, and noticed a sign on the wall saying that this place and the coffeeshop near the mall would be doing a cross-promotion tomorrow where items bought at one place would be paid for by the other if you bought something there too. She was about to ignore the sign – she hated coffee – when she noticed in the corner a note mentioning that they sold tea too.
Well, it was heresy, but Jill decided she would take advantage of the bargain and try their stupid we-sell-tea-too tea if it would be free.
She ate her hard-shell tacos and sipped at her soft drink, feeling the latter pungently as it hopped on the track to her bladder.
–
Daisy and Luna started with lunch in the food court. They went to a vegetarian restaurant with the aim of finding decent salads, and weren't disappointed. Coffee wasn't readily available, so Daisy just grabbed a water bottle; Luna asked for blueberry juice, and amazingly, they had it.
They sat in clear view of the bathrooms. Luna seemed uninterested in them, like Daisy, but she must have been getting rather full now...like Daisy.
Daisy kept an eye out for information on Luna's bladder. She saw the that girl was crossing her legs (inconclusive) glancing at the bathroom every now and again (more substantial) and a little uncomfortable in her seat (highly suggestive, but possibly Daisy's imagination).
Daisy didn't have to poll her own bladder to calculate how she herself was feeling; the answer was “full”. She was only in stage 3, but she was nearing the beginning of stage 4. She allowed herself to cross her legs. After all, who would suspect a thing? Her goal wasn't to keep her legs uncrossed, it was to stay discreet, and this was discreet.
Both girls downed their drinks, but it was Luna who would be more strongly affected by hers, since her bladder had less room to begin with. Soon they were done, and made for the exit of the food court. Daisy's interest flared and she couldn't stop herself from asking:
“Weren't you gonna...pee?”
She saw Luna struggling to answer. Finally her friend just said “...No...” but Daisy knew she hadn't had a chance to go since she had complained of her need in the library.
They shopped where things were cheap and window-shopped where they weren't for two hours. Daisy noticed her need increasing, but she kept it hidden. Luna, on the other hand, grew antsier and antsier. In the first half hour, she was mostly fine; in the second, she would press her legs together or cross her legs at the ankles occasionally; during the third, she crossed her legs fully at almost every stop, and paced around at others; by the fourth, she was practically doing a full pee-pee dance, though she desperately tried to mute it when she knew Daisy was looking. All this aroused Daisy, partly because it heightened her own need, but it concerned her too. Luna didn't seem to be having fun.
Another half hour passed similar to the last one, and they decided it was time to leave. The bus stop was outside the food court, so they had to walk through it to get back. Luna looked longingly at the bathroom as they passed, but made no move use it. At this point Daisy wanted to punch her, but she resisted the urge and walked to the bus stop with her calmly. The bus had just left when they arrived, meaning they would have to wait a full quarter hour until it returned. Luna sat on the seat under the shelter and held herself between her crossed, bouncing legs, apparently having given up on discretion.
Daisy looked at her almost angrily, but told herself to soften up, and put a hand on her friend's shoulder instead.
“Luna...” she said. “What are you doing?”
Again Luna struggled to answer. She turned away, startling Daisy, but turned back quickly and blurted “A while ago I noticed that you hardly ever used the bathroom so I started paying attention and I realized that you hold your pee all the time, so I looked it up and figured out it was a fetish and I wanted to give it a try.”
Daisy was aghast that someone had noticed her hobby, but she hid it. Or tried to. She blushed, but realized after a moment's thought that she didn't need to be embarrassed: for one thing, this was Luna – her best friend Luna, who would never mock or degrade her – and for another, Luna had tried the activity herself, so she couldn't think it was that weird.
“Oh,” Daisy said. Both girls were blushing now. “But...it doesn't seem like you're enjoying it anymore. How come you didn't use the bathroom in the food court?”
Slowly, Luna pulled up her shirt to reveal a metal chain where her belt would normally go. It was fastened by a padlock. She looked longingly at it, then at Luna. “The key is in my room.”
Daisy sniffed harshly to stop what felt like a nosebleed. This was something she hadn't thought of before, and it excited her hugely. But, that didn't stop her chain of logical deductions:
“All right,” she said. “How did you go after class yesterday?”
“I didn't have the chain back then. In fact, that's the whole reason I put this on this morning: so I couldn't be tempted into peeing again. I wanted to make sure I really got...desperate. That's also why I wanted to get away from my apartment.” She paused, then added “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have used you like that.”
“It's okay,” Daisy told her. “I'm happy to go on errands with you any time. Besides...I...don't just like it when my own bladder is full.”
Luna's blinked her eyes dry. “I figured,” she said. “That was mentioned on the wiki page.”
Daisy's heart was pounding. If anyone else had found this out, she would've despaired, but since it was Luna, she didn't see the harm in revealing even a little more. She lifted her shirt, exposing her bladder bulging four centimeters out of her tummy. Luna was confused at first, but then she looked to Daisy in realization and wonder. Daisy had only to nod.
“Wha– how long...?”
“Going on three days now.”
Luna swallowed. A question seemed to be on the tip of her tongue. Daisy answered it:
“You can...feel it, if you want.”
The girl looked around cautiously, and, seeing no one, turned back to Daisy for confirmation. Daisy nodded again, so Luna lifted two fingers and dragged them along the surface of the protrusion, pressing it inward at different places. Daisy winced when Luna began to experiment with whole-hand pressing, but she stayed strong for her friend.
Both were breathless by the time Luna was done. “It's...harder than I thought,” she whispered.
“My bladder?”
“No. Well, yes, that too. But...it's harder to not...go...than...I thought it would be.” She blushed.
“Aha,” Daisy said. “Yeah, it gets difficult after a while, doesn't it?”
“Yes...” Luna mused. She tightened her legs and gripped her crotch, squeezing her eyes in pain. “I...haven't gone since last night,” she said.
Daisy put a hand on her chest and took a slow breath, trying to stay calm enough to be there for her friend. “You...you're doing great,” she said.
“No,” Luna said. “I already really needed to pee when we got here. Now I'm...not sure I can make it back to the dorms.”
A few red drops dripped from Daisy's nose onto her upper lip, and she licked them off. The taste of copper distracted her enough for her to compose herself. She laid her arm on the other girl's shoulder.
“You can probably do it,” she said, favoring as always the direct, honest approach.
Luna tensed, but no puddle formed under her. Ten minutes or so remained until the bus would arrive, and then the ride to the dorms would be about five minutes.
“It's only another quarter hour,” Daisy told her.
Luna relaxed partially and sat up. “I know. I think I can hold it. It just...phew...really hurts.”
Daisy tightened her grip on the girl's shoulders.
–
The friends waited for the bus in silence, save for an occasional groan from Luna. After a few minutes, Daisy said “It helps if you sit still.”
Luna had been trying to keep her hands away from her crotch as she scissored her legs and stomped her feat. She slowed her actions down, but couldn't stop them entirely.
“That makes it worse,” she said.
Daisy shook her head. “It's like...good posture,” she said. “It's more comfortable once you get used to it.”
Luna took a breath and slowed her legs to a complete stop this time. She bit her lip and twisted in her seat, but stopped when Daisy scolded her. A minute passed. Tears came to her eyes. She would wet herself if she didn't do something. She jammed a hand in her crotch and allowed herself to move again.
Daisy smiled. “Like that,” she said. “How did it feel when you went back to moving...?”
Luna recovered, thought, and said “...not that great, I guess. It didn't help much.”
Daisy bobbed her head, as a flower blown on. “Exactly. Squirming–” she sighed and grasped her bloated belly as her bladder made its fullness known “–squirming doesn't help.”
The final minutes of waiting were an alteration of tense still and frantic movement. The bus arrived during the latter, but Luna managed to stop fidgeting when she stood to board. The girls shared a two-seater on the almost-empty bus. Daisy practiced perfect posture pristinely; Luna slipped and slumped, struggling.
When the bus arrived at the dorms, Luna tried to run, but Daisy stopped her.
“Good posture...” she said.
Luna obeyed, and slowed to a limp. Daisy guided the girl to her room, and they entered it. Luna hurried to retrieve her key, and Daisy didn't try to slow her, reasoning that if the girl soiled herself now, she might face difficult clean-up or, worse, difficult explanations to her roommate. But when Luna began frantically tossing things off the table to see underneath them, Luna stepped in.
“Calmly,” she said. “That's the–”
But Luna interrupted: “The key is gone!”
–
Jill had a meeting with the Props manager in the theater building at five today. As usual, she wasn't quite done writing yet, but she didn't have to be; all that the meeting required was a good idea of the cast and themes. And Matt, the manager, would understand.
Jill's bladder was too full to allow for safe driving, so she left her house on foot at quarter to five, and arrived on time.
“Hey,” she said, walking into the room at around the same time as Matt did.
“Hello Jill,” Matt replied. Birdy, his assistant, waved. “Tea?” Matt offered.
“I'd love some,” Jill said. She took her seat across from Matt's and Birdy's. While he was looking the other way, Jill gave her bladder a couple of rubs, and let slip a quiet moan. Birdy looked over, but Jill looked away quickly, and the girl said nothing.
Matt sat down and pushed Jill's tea over to her.
The meeting began with pleasantries between Matt and Jill, then delved into discussion about major plot points and characters, important visual aspects and totems, and so forth. The rapid-fire discussion was punctuated by an occasional fidget from Jill. And she wasn't faking it: at this point, she genuinely couldn't hold her pee without shifting in her seat every now and then. It was bad enough to distract her from the task at hand. She tried to push it from her mind, but she couldn't. The best she could manage was to let it sit on the cusp of release, where, paradoxically, it was easier to hold without squirming. However, when a wave of pressure came over her and threatened to spill it over the edge, she abandoned the strategy.
In forty minutes, they got about halfway through the discussion. Jill had drank two cups of tea, and Birdy three. And Birdy was seeming distracted in a way that Jill recognized: she needed to pee. Badly. It had been getting more and more obvious, and at this point she was red-faced and constantly fidgeting. Finally, when Jill sensed Birdy was about to excuse herself, she cut in:
“I'll be right back,” she said. “Just going to the bathroom.”
Jill stood and walked down the two short hallways that lead to the theater's bathroom, and stepped in. Seeing the toilet made her bladder ache, but she had no intention of using it. Rather, she propped the poorly designed lock in a precarious position, then stepped out and closed the door swiftly and quietly, hearing the lock fail at its one job by clicking into place when no one was in the bathroom. Then she returned to the meeting room and, as Birdy was standing up, informed her:
“It's out of order.”
“Oh,” Birdy said. Then, to herself: “...I can wait.”
...But Jill knew that she was shy about her bathroom needs and wouldn't have brought them up unless she was desperate.
The meeting continued; Jill's movements stayed rare and subtle, but Birdy's became less so. A bit over an hour into the meeting, Birdy was sitting on her heel, rocking back and forth slowly.
Neither woman said anything more about it until they wrapped up, at which point Jill thought she heard Birdy whisper to Matt “[something]...I'm dying to wee.” Jill was tempted to prolong the meeting even longer to make Birdy wait. She had plenty of excuses to do so – there was this character and that amulet design and those details – but she didn't want the poor girl to have an accident. (Okay, she did, she just didn't want Matt or Birdy to suffer).
As they were leaving, Birdy dashed down the hallway to the bathroom, and it occurred to Jill that she hadn't thought to put an “out of order” sign on the door. It was fine, though; the other girl hobbled back and said nothing of it.
But Jill couldn't resist delaying Birdy's flight just once. When they had gone outside, Matt had gotten into the car, and Birdy was just climbing in, Jill called to her. The girl froze, then stood up stiffly and crossed her legs.
“Ah–! Hmm?”
Jill tried to think of what to say. Birdy, the shorter of the two, looked up at her nervously, and bent at the knees. Her curly, light brown hair bounced when she did.
“I just wanted to say...” Jill began, dragging the sentence out to watch Birdy's not-so-subtle dance. A wave came over her bladder, making her wince. “Sorry about the bathroom. If I'd known I wouldn'ta let us both drink so much tea.”
Birdy exhaled a strained breath. “Um, that's okay,” she said.
“Okay,” said Jill. “Bye then!”
Birdy nodded and got into the car with Matt, and this time Jill let her go. Jill walked home and looked at the clock. It was about seven: time for today's second writing session, which she hoped would be the last in this play. She grabbed herself some cheese puffs and a soft drink, and sat down at her work table. She eyed the drink warily, waves of pee crashing against the dam, but she clamped her legs shut and popped the drink open.
She wrote for three hours until she fell asleep at the table, the last words of the show wet on the page.
–
“What?”
“The key is gone!”
“How?” Daisy asked. “Is that were you left it?”
“Yes,” said Luna, bending forward and holding her crotch. “I'm...phew...sure of it.”
Daisy went over to the desk to help Luna look, torn over whether to hurry and help her friend, or not hurry and see more desperation. She straightened the table, which sat on a rug, and while Luna looked around on the nearby floor, Daisy lifted a corner of the rug and found a small silver key. She opened her mouth to tell Luna, but stopped, and instead just pocketed they key.
Luna, meanwhile, was hopping on one foot.
“Stop being silly,” Daisy said to her. She wanted Luna to hold properly, yes, but she also needed something to say: she was terrible at keeping secrets quietly.
Luna looked at her, but didn't stop. “I can't,” she said. “I'm gonna pee myself if we can't find that key!” She almost returned to looking, but she realized she recognized Daisy's face. Daisy turned away and pretended to keep looking, but Luna knew her better than that.
“Please give it to me,” she said. “This was fun to try out, but...I really am gonna have an accident.”
Daisy sighed. She supposed that Luna was in her own tiny version of stage 4, so she would need permission sooner or later. She looked at the clock and realized that she would have to go meet Kendall pretty soon, so, with reluctance, she handed Luna the key. Luna lifted her shirt and snagged the rim on her breasts, not caring that Daisy saw her white bra (though she knew the girl was bisexual) and shoved the key into the padlock. The key resisted turning at first; Luna took care of it on her way into the bathroom and slammed the door. A minute later, Daisy heard a loud hiss that lasted 20 seconds before slowing to a 10-second trickle and stopping completely. Then, a flush.
Now Daisy's own bladder was the most pressing thing on her mind, and she realized that she was herself in stage 4: her need had increased beyond “very urgent” and into the territory of “bursting” and “desperate”, and her bladder was sticking out more than four centimeters now.
Upon exiting the bathroom, Luna said “Wow. I really needed that.”
Daisy smiled stiffly. She needed it, too.
“You wanna use it?”
Daisy slid her shirt up to rub her bladder bulge meaningfully, then smirked at Luna. “What, to empty this thing? Nah, there's hardly a drop in there!”
Luna smiled. “Okay,” she said, and with visual consent from Daisy, she gave the bulge a few pats. “But hey. I had a lot of fun trying this, and I was thinking I'd give it another go sometime. Would you wanna...be there when I do?”
“Yes,” said Daisy. “I'd like that a lot. Will you let me know?”
Luna nodded. “Yeah.”
–
When Daisy got back to her dorm room, Kendall was on her bed reading.
“Hi hun,” Kendall said.
Daisy waved. “Hey.”
“Still on for the movie?”
“Yes. When do you want to leave?”
Kendall took out her phone and pulled something up – the movie listings for the nearest theater.
“I was thinking we might see this one,” she said, pointing to a comedy. “It starts in fifty minutes, and it's about a twenty minute drive, so I was thinking we'd leave in fifteen?”
Daisy nodded. “Sounds good to me.” She sat down at her desk and took out a token assignment to do meanwhile.
–
“Ready to go?” Kendall asked.
Daisy nodded. While working, she had remembered what she always forgot during the early stages of a hold: just how very urgent her need to piss could get. She'd had a hard time focusing because of it.
Kendall didn't use the bathroom before leaving. Daisy didn't know how recently the girl had gone, but she suspected it would have been more recently than the previous night.
They rode mostly in silence to the theater, taking Kendall's car. As promised, Kendall bought the tickets, and Daisy bought snacks for both of them – popcorn, two candy bars, and two large soft drinks.
Daisy was curious if Kendall needed to pee, but for once she shirked the direct approach and instead told Kendall that she herself was going to go use the bathroom.
Kendall smiled politely and said to go ahead, and that she would wait. Daisy ducked into the bathroom, wondering whether Kendall had gone earlier today or if she just normally held for more than a full day. Since she had the restroom to herself, she lifted the rim of her shirt up over her breasts and inspected her bulging tummy in the mirror. It was worthy of its position in the early final stage: wide, curvy, and protruding out almost five centimeters. She gave it an affectionate pat, making it hurt more than the sight of toilets already had, and savored the pain.
The girls rejoined outside the theater, then went to their seats and prepared to watch the movie. They exchanged small-talky comments anticipating the movie during the ads; then the lights dimmed and the screen displayed a request that cell phones be turned off. The movie began, and Daisy settled into her seat, looking forward to the battle she would fight with her bladder for the duration of the movie...and for another full day after that.
The first pang of urgency of the night took a jab at her, and she resisted it with a contented sigh.
END OF PART 3 |
PART 4/5
Jill must have gotten up and moved to her bed sometime during the night, because that's where she woke up, even though she remembered falling asleep at the table. It was only ten in the morning, but she felt rested; last night's lucubration had been killer, so she had slept deeply, and had probably been woken up by falling off the couch. Either way, the interruption had been either so brief or so subconscious that she'd forgotten it entirely.
She went out to her work table to make sure the story really was done. She'd been getting drowsy near the end, so she feared that the last chapter or so would be the nonsensical ramblings – or worse, illegible scrawls – of someone already committed to sleep. But no – as she read over what she'd written, it still made as much sense as it had last night. And it was rather clever, if she said so herself.
This resolved, she turned her eye to something her body had been telling her since she'd woken up: her bladder was going to explode. If yesterday morning she had needed to pee very badly, then this morning she was dying to. But still, she held on. She searched in vain for the scrap of paper with her goal written on it until she was sure that any more crawling around would make her pee herself.
Jill puffed. She thought her goal was to hold for the rest of today, but it would be difficult enough to get through the rest of the morning, let alone the whole afternoon and evening too. Luckily it was Sunday, so she couldn't be blamed for not getting much work done.
She got clothes from her dresser and went into her bathroom for a shower. The urge to fidget finally overcame her, and she swung her hips back and forth as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants to pull them off. This seemed only to disturb the previously calm waters of her bladder, and she cringed as the agitated liquid tried to escape. Jill grasped the bulge, which protruded out well over two inches from her tummy, and squeezed it gently. It barely gave at all. She squeezed harder, hard enough that it compressed inward a little, and held it like that for as long as she could bear it. Afterwards, she danced on the spot until she got her urge back under control.
She took off her shirt and took a look at herself, clad only in underwear, in the mirror. Her red hair needed a wash; its waviness had been turned practically into curls by the sweat of her efforts. Her eyes traveled up and down her own body, making sure she was okay, seeing first her fidgeting feet, her swinging thighs, and her moving hips; then her thin torso (with a giant bulge at the bottom) and her gently bobbing bosom; and finally her small chin and green eyes. And, turning around, she took a moment to look at her own butt as it writhed around with her hips.
In the shower, Jill managed to remain mostly still, but whenever something bumped into her bladder, she had to do a little dance to regain control, lest she need to wash her legs again.
She opted to drip dry, rather than to towel off, so she wouldn't have to bend over or press a towel into her belly. She squeezed out her hair to a satisfactory degree and swiped the visible drops off of her skin, then just walked out into the main room without clothes. Next on her list was some relaxation – the completion of her first draft not only merited it but demanded it – so she switched on her laptop and opened up a sandbox game, hoping that building towers to protect herself from kamikaze walking plants would distract her from the immense pressure in her belly, and thus help her contain it.
–
Daisy opened her eyes when her alarm went off. She'd been awake for almost an hour now, trying in vain to get back to sleep after her bladder had woken her up. If anyone was good at sleeping, it was Daisy, but even she could not stifle the disruptions of her bladder at this point.
She got out of bed, not as rested as she liked to be in the morning, but able to get up and get going. She'd stayed up later than normal last night talking with Kendall about the movie; they'd hit it off pretty well, but what pulled Daisy in was the fact that Kendall still hadn't used the bathroom after they'd returned, despite having drank a whole large soda. Now the girl lay in bed, undisturbed by Daisy's alarm, and apparently not full enough of bladder to be woken up.
In the shower, Daisy beheld her bladder bulge with a mix of pride and indignation. Here she was, holding her pee for three and half days, keeping all six centimeters of the bulge at bay from hour to hour. And rightly so: what right did this piss have to distract her from her life? And to take up time by forcing her to void herself when she could be doing something else? A bladder was like a trashcan, to be filled throughout the week and emptied only when it becomes unbearable not to, so as not to waste time. Batch processing – the words were music to Daisy's ears.
Daisy got out of the shower, dried off, and put on her clothes, including her favorite turquoise skirt. Its waistband was tight when her bladder was full, but Daisy refused to get her priorities backwards by changing clothes to suit her bladder. Leaving the bathroom, she saw that Kendall was awake, though still in bed, and not looking like she wanted to use the bathroom.
At that moment, a scale tipped in Daisy's mind, suddenly favoring curiosity over caution. She spoke up:
“Kendall.”
Her roommate looked up. “Hmm?”
Daisy felt herself blushing and her heart pounding. She felt the adrenaline being pumped through her, making her want to run away from the situation she had just thrown herself into, but she stood her ground. She knew her voice would be shaky now – a fact she hadn't accounted for when weighing the potential risk of asking about Kendall's bladder – but she couldn't back out now.
“...H–” Daisy swallowed, and tried to smooth out her voice into a casual tone. “How come you hardly ever go to the bathroom?”
The words had come out somewhere between the two extremes of perfectly casual and intensely awkward. Would Kendall notice Daisy's nerve, or had she had the charisma to cover it up?
Kendall looked at her queerly for a second, then shrugged and laughed. “I dunno hun, I guess I just have a big bladder!”
Daisy smiled awkwardly and shrugged, then went back into the bathroom to recover her equilibrium, pretending that she had forgotten something. Behind the locked door, she looked at herself in the mirror, straightened her swath of blonde hair, and stared at her own blue eyes. It was especially difficult to regain her composure when she needed to pee like this, but she had time.
After about a minute, she emerged. Kendall went into the bathroom when Daisy came out, but there was no peeing or flushing sound – only the sound of clothes hitting the floor and shower water running. Daisy supposed that Kendall could be peeing in the shower for convenience or privacy, but neither seemed likely: Kendall liked being neat and proper as much as Daisy did, and although it was true that she didn't like to admit her need to go, she never asked Daisy to leave while she peed, nor did she delay her visits until Daisy was gone.
Or...did she?
The idea snagged on Daisy's mind. Her previous understanding was that Kendall simply didn't have the time or patience to wait for the bathroom when she discovered it occupied, but...was it possible that she was just pee shy? It was simpler explanation (more people had pee shyness than whatever Daisy had assumed to afflict Kendall) and it explained more about her behavior (such as why she'd been kept from using the bathroom by Daisy's primitive manipulation the other night).
Occam's Razor demanded that she favor the simpler idea. That wasn't a proof, but she promised herself she'd ponder it.
As Daisy checked her to-do list for today, her bladder made a move to press her pee out of her; she winced and pressed her thighs together to hold it in.
–
One item on Daisy's to-do list was something she'd forgotten about: the Botany essay that was due tomorrow. It was about half done, but it would require a few more hours' work – maybe more, given the state of Daisy's bladder. She gathered up her books and laptop and set out for the library. Her skirt's waistband shifted with each step she took, rubbing against her sore bladder, but she ignored it gracefully. She was a grown woman; she didn't pee herself, and she didn't hold herself in the process of not peeing herself.
At the library, she set her books down at her usual spot and sat in the familiar wooden chair. It had a straight back, preventing Daisy from alleviating any bladder pressure by leaning backwards.
She took a moment to press on the rock-hard bulge. It didn't give at all. The pressure sent a wave of pain up her spine that made her gasp quietly.
Daisy worked on her paper, quietly tapping away at the paragraphs as she kept over 84 hours of pee contained in her bladder. She wished Luna would come by – both because she wanted company and because she wanted to show off her capacity to the girl, who would no doubt appreciate it now that she herself had dabbled in holding.
But she didn't come, so Daisy just worked from nine o'clock to about half past twelve, taking a break in the middle to get a cup of water from the bubbler.
By noon, Daisy's bladder situation had gotten noticeable worse. She had already needed to pee incredibly badly – she was deep into stage 4 – but the water she'd drank had made its way down into her bladder and pushed the urge over into that qualitatively different domain that came when she was nearing the last 5% or so of a hold; now it was genuinely challenging not to piss herself. She knew from experience that she would be clumsier than normal until she peed, so she decided to stop by her dorm and drop her stuff off before going to lunch.
The walk back to the dorms was painstaking, but she managed it, and she did not change into looser clothing while she was there. The waistband hugged her tightly, tormenting her bladder, but Daisy didn't care. It wouldn't have made sense to care.
Daisy did, however, encounter Luna:
“Hi Astra!” Luna said, as they passed one another in the hallway. It was an unspoken convention that her nickname be used more often when the two had just gone through something together – such as the advent of Luna's exploration into pee-holding.
Astra smiled back. “Hi,” Then, on a whim, she took Luna by the shoulders and said “Can I talk to you in the bathroom for a minute?”
“Sure,” Luna said. They turned towards the nearest bathroom, right nearby, and walked in. “What's up?”
Daisy blushed. “I just wanted to show you something I thought you'd appreciate.” She looked at all the stalls to make sure no one else was there.
Luna cocked her head and looked at her friend expectantly. Daisy lifted her shirt to reveal the nearly seven-centimeter bulge in her belly. It took Luna a moment to understand, but when she realized that this was the same pee her friend her been holding yesterday, her eyes grew wide.
“Oh my god,” she said. “Are you okay? Are you able to go?”
Daisy chuckled. “Yes! I'm fine. I'm still holding it by choice.”
Luna swallowed and stared. “...Can I...can I tou...?”
Daisy nodded and invited Luna's hand towards her midsection. Luna put her hand on the bulge and felt it up and down, making Daisy wince in pain.
“Should I stop?”
Daisy didn't mind the pain, but she was afraid that any more pressure would make her wet herself in front of Luna, setting a bad example, so she nodded.
“Sorry,” Luna said. She continued to stare at the giant bulge, though. “How can you even hold that much?”
Daisy shrugged. “Practice,” she said. “You'll wanna use that belt chain often if you want to improve.”
“Is that what you did?”
“No. But I started early, so I was used to resisting temptation by the time I got serious about practice.”
Luna nodded, and was about to speak when they heard another girl come into the bathroom. Daisy quickly pulled down her shirt and began washing her hands, while Luna ducked into a stall. The entering girl walked into another stall. Soon enough Daisy heard two streams of pee coming from behind her. One – she didn't know which – lasted only 10 seconds, while the other lasted almost 25.
She left the bathroom before either peer emerged, and decided that her interaction with Luna had come to a proper enough end that she could leave.
At the coffee shop Daisy found that the line was longer than usual, probably because of today's bargain. There were about eight people ahead of her. And although she hated to admit it, Daisy had to keep moving her body to stay in control. No one would see the movement for what it was – she was only shifting her weight from one foot to the other – but she was ashamed nonetheless.
By the time it was her turn to order, she had gotten herself composed. She had been ignoring the splashy sound of coffee dribbling into cups, but now she couldn't block it out; it weighed on her bladder. The barrista gave her the drink, and she took it and made for the taco place. She wasn't very hungry, since her full bladder was making her belly feel full too, but she knew she needed the meal to avoid fatigue.
Daisy could see from the sidewalk that the taco place was packed, but that the line was short. A red-headed girl next to a tipped-over bike scratched her head vigorously as Daisy stepped up on the curb.
She made for the door.
–
Jill still didn't have clothes on by the time she was getting hungry for lunch. She considered going out to eat nude, but...nah, she would just put her clothes on. She stood to go to the bathroom, and her bladder's fullness came back to her like a cartoon anvil landing on her head. She winced in pain and clutched at her bare belly, cradling the bulge in her hands as it screamed in pain; she wanted to scream too, but she held her peace.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as she stalked to her dresser, making every attempt to act normal. Pee dances were a turn-on for her, even if it was her dancing, and especially if the holder was dancing involuntarily, against his or her will. She had once wrestled with the questions of (1) how she could be turned on by her own dance – wasn't that like tickling yourself? and (2) more philosophically, was she ever really dancing 'against her will' if that was exactly the result she wanted?
But that had been when the dancing would set in before the hot flames of urgency fully occupied her brain; now her means and her motive to ponder this subject never coincided.
She donned pink underpants and gray sweatpants, whose waistband held her bladder semi-snugly; a blue t-shirt and sweatshirt, sans bra; and her characteristic huge sneakers. Mildly conflicted about the attention her loose chest would probably attract, she walked out the door before she could change her mind. The cool air refreshed her, and gave her a little more power to keep her bladder contained. But the same cool air also intensified her need, so in effect it only escalated the fervency of the battle, favoring neither side.
Jill wanted to drive, but she knew she was worse than drunk at this stage, so she trundled her bike out from behind the house and hopped on it. The forward-leaning sitting position cramped her bladder, and now that she had returned from the inattentive mental state of playing an undemanding game, she felt it.
“Ugh,” she said. “Phew.”
Pedaling with a full bladder was tricky, but being experienced at the task, she succeeded on her first try. Still, the gentle rocking motion of bike-riding made it hard to stay dry as she made the six- or seven-minute journey into town; it also made her breasts sway back forth distractingly. She bit her lip and avoided eye contact with passers-by.
Once on Main St., Jill had to stop every block or two to wait at a crosswalk light. At each one, she slowed to a stop, stood on one leg, and tried furiously to scratch the itch that had developed on the top of her head. But alas, she would need both hands to remove her helmet, and she couldn't effectively balance her bike with only her legs, especially with a bladder this full...and it would feel silly to pull over just to scratch her head.
So the itchy spot rode atop her for the entire rest of her journey to the taco place near the end of the street. It had become almost unbearable by the time she was a block away, so when she finally rolled up onto the stretch of sidewalk outside, she screeched to a halt, ripped off her helmet (letting her bike fall over) and scratched vigorously with both hands. A short girl with blonde hair regarded her curiously as she – the short girl – entered the taco place, but Jill was too relieved to care. She righted her bike and chained it to the bike-rack nearby, then followed the girl into the restaurant.
END OF PART 4 |
PART 5/5
Jewel watched in fascination from behind the counter as not just one but both of the girls she suspected to be marathon holders walked into the restaurant. There was no line to order, but only a few seats were open.
By her side, Zelda turned the other way to hide her interest; Jewel had pointed the girls out to her as possible holders before, and although the larger girl was still skeptical, she wouldn't be able to keep a straight face if she looked in their direction.
First was the short girl, whose round, blonde hair reminded Jewel of a petal of a daffodil or a daisy. Jewel took her order, noting the bulge in the girl's tummy with interest – it hadn't been there two days ago. That one stood off to the side to wait for her food, and the tall girl, a red-head, stepped up, also sporting a swollen belly. After ordering, she stood a small distance away from the short girl to wait.
Each girl, upon receiving her food, found her way to one of only two empty seats in the whole restaurant, which happened to be back-to-back with one another.
Jewel stepped out from behind the counter and got Zelda's attention with a motion of her hand.
“I told you,” she whispered gleefully.
“What?”
“Look at them–” she nodded in their direction. “Both of them are holding a huge amount of pee. Maybe as much as us!”
At the mention of her bladder, Zelda looked down at her belly and regarded the swollen mass contentedly. She patted the bulge, folded her shirt so it wasn't so obvious, then looked over at the girls that Jewel had pointed out.
“Okay,” she said. “You were right.”
Jewel stuck out her tongue.
“But,” Zelda said. “How do you explain the desperate girl that was with the blonde one?”
“Well...I dunno. She squirmed for a long time before deciding to go pee, so...bathroom shy?”
Zelda made a face. “Meh, that still doesn't explain why she needed to go so badly.”
Jewel shrugged.
For a minute they said nothing, occupied with simply looking at Daisy and Jill sit back to back like the opposite poles of a magnet. Jewel's first instinct was to approach them, but ultimately Zelda convinced her not to; not everyone was so friendly that they'd want their meal interrupted to talk with someone, even if that someone was one of only a few other major-league holders in town. They decided to discuss the possibility of contacting them later.
“Aw man,” Jewel finally said.
“What?”
“Someone's scratched up the wall again! I just cleaned it yesterday!”
Zelda squinted to see what Jewel was talking about, and with some effort she made out a small 'W' scratched into the paint on the wall, right between the two holders.
“Want me to clean it up?”
“Nah, I'll get it later. But thanks.”
Jewel returned to the counter to deal with some customers who had just walked in, giving Zelda a nice side view of her bulging bladder. It made her happy to see Jewel beginning to step back and forth behind the counter.
–
By the time Daisy finished lunch, the pain in her bladder had become unbearable. The weight of her full stomach sat on top of her pee sac without apology, and even before eating she had been in the later parts of stage 4. It would be time to pee soon. Like, now.
Daisy prepared herself for the bladder-sloshing of getting up by squeezing her eyes shut and taking a few deep breaths through her nose. She put all her trash onto her tray, and stood as tenderly as she could to take it to the trash can. After throwing it out, she needed to stand still and cross her legs, which she did discretely by pretending to dump her trash in for ten seconds. She didn't think anyone noticed.
The walk back to the dorms was painful; it was one of those things that Daisy had to take one step at a time – literally – and keep telling herself “just a little more, just a little more.” One foot in front of the other, again and again. If she could take one step without making her predicament worse, she could get all the way back to her dorm without wetting her skirt.
She nearly did have an accident while waiting to cross the last street on her route. The intersection was insanely busy, and pedestrians could face up to a five minute wait if they got unlucky. She had tried to stand still and at ease as the cold nipped at her, the wind crashed on her, the loud cars and bikes whizzed by without warning, and her bladder contracted again and again to try and force out some of the immense amount of pent-up pee, the pressure building without reprieve; but at last, on the verge of peeing herself, she had been forced to calm the waters by writhing and twisting at the waist – she would NOT hold herself.
Finally she got a chance to cross. She jogged onto campus, then power-walked to her dorm, cutting across the grass rather than taking the longer sidewalk route. She wondered briefly whether it was better to stand still in an elevator or bounce harshly on the stairs, but the decision was made for her; both elevators were engaged, so she made for the stairs, wishing her legs were long enough that she could take two at a time.
Daisy came up to the door to her room, and forced herself to calm down before entering. She had been in a bit of a panic, she realized, and it wouldn't do to stay like that. She leaned against the wall opposite the door and stared down at the bulge in her tummy. The stare did nothing to quell her bladder's urgency, but it gave Daisy some of the strength she needed to stand upright and still, even as she prodded her bladder one last time.
But when she entered the dorm, she found to her dismay that the bathroom was occupied. Daisy slunk to her desk and sat down in the chair to wait, but before Kendall came out, she discovered something: she still had the power to keep holding. Walking around had almost made her pee herself, but sitting was still easy terrain. So, tentatively, Daisy took out her laptop and began to work on her essay again. She preferred to work in the library, but she was in no mood to walk again.
After a few minutes, Kendall came out of the bathroom, and, seeing that Daisy had come in while she was on the toilet, bit her lip. Was that embarrassment crossing the girl's face, Daisy wondered? She didn't ask, lacking the focus to even care, and just nodded a greeting.
“Hey,” Kendall said, subdued.
“Hey.”
Kendall sat on her bed and picked up where she'd left off in her book. Daisy returned to her work, but, to her frustration and embarrassment, couldn't focus. Keeping her seat dry was doable, but writing an essay at the same time was harder.
Daisy needed to think about this. She estimated that she could control her pee in this state for another two hours, as long as she remained sitting, and that the paper would take another three hours or so to finish. Finishing her hold first and then writing the paper would bring her to seven o'clock, and eating dinner would take her to seven-thirty. She wanted to be in bed by eight, since she saw on the calendar that she had a history test tomorrow, so that would be cutting it close. And that didn't even include the time she had to spend studying for the test – at least an hour.
All right, all things considered, Daisy would have to stay up half an hour past her preferred bedtime to do everything she wanted to do today, assuming no disasters, and assuming that she couldn't work on anything while she was still holding this pee.
She sighed, and looked sullenly at her laptop.
Reluctantly, she stood up and went into the bathroom.
Behind the closed door, she made to turn on the fan so that Kendall wouldn't hear the long, powerful stream of pee, only to find that Kendall had already turned it on. There was no hint of air freshener, meaning that Kendall had also turned it on just to pee.
Daisy pulled the waistband of her skirt away from her tummy with her thumbs, and took another look at the seven-centimeter bladder bulge. She pulled first her skirt and then her panties down around her ankles, and took a moment to appreciate the form of her bare abdomen in the mirror. She sat down on the toilet.
Daisy – who was yet capable of holding her pee for longer – didn't.
She sighed as the massive stream flowed out of her. She didn't like to pee early; the human bladder was supposed to accommodate the human such that the human could pee only when it was convenient, but hers had just distracted her so badly that she'd had to go and empty it before it was absolutely full. She hated this.
Once her piss was fully released, Daisy went ahead and emptied her bowels as well. They hadn't been bothering her – she had once been in the habit of emptying them far less often than every four days, but had given it up for fear of becoming constipated – but there had still been quite a bit in there.
Daisy stood and flushed the toilet, noting that the water level had gone up significantly with the addition of her pee. She sprayed air freshener around, then washed her hands twice. She looked herself in the mirror with her shirt pulled up, and studied her new, flat tummy. It wasn't a satisfying end; but, as Daisy thought to herself as she wrote “January 18, 2015 / Time: 14:00 / Duration: 4 minutes, 1 second / Volume: not recorded” in her notebook, it was a promising beginning.
She got back to work on her essay.
–
Jill ended up leaving Jewel's taco place a little later than Daisy. She'd realized partway through her meal that she'd forgotten to grab the tea from the coffee shop that was doing the co-op bargain with this restaurant, but at that point she hadn't much cared: her bladder was so full she didn't think it could even contain her fountain drink, let alone an additional cup of tea.
Yet her drink was empty when she tossed it out. She'd downed the last quarter of it with a shrug of her shoulders, and then walked out of the restaurant with one hand between her thighs. She managed to take it away before reaching the bike rack, but boy did her bladder ache.
Getting on her bike, Jill pondered where to go. Her bladder said 'to a toilet', while her head said anywhere but there. So it was settled: Jill set off for the mall, and planned to stop at the coffee shop on the way to try that tea.
En route, Jill cradled her bladder lovingly and painfully, trying to sooth it as her thighs, moving up and down to work the pedals, agitated it. She reached the coffee shop in a bit of a frenzy, quickly switching back and forth between keeping her bladder pacified and keeping herself upright on the bike.
There was a line of a dozen people at the counter, and another line of four at the bathroom. Jill resolved to use her wait in line to calm herself, and after getting antsy fiddling with her bike lock, she hopped in line and worked on standing still. By the time she was sixth in line she was standing still, and by the time it was her turn to order she was doing it with ease.
When Jill had her tea, she sat at an empty table. She sipped her tea calmly, refusing to acknowledge the monster romping around in her abdomen. She was Jill; she could hold it.
The tea, by the way, was terrible – just as she'd thought. The flavor wasn't as bad as she'd expected, but the texture and overall composition made the beverage more befitting of a sewage pipe than a tea cup.
Speaking of sewage pipes...gah, Jill needed to pee! She crossed her legs nonchalantly and tried not to think about it...an impossible task. She glanced around nervously and spotted the line for the restroom again. Now it was down to only two people. It wouldn't be a very long wait...
No. Jill didn't need to go so badly that she would stoop to waiting in line. She was having an emergency by any standards, but it wasn't that bad.
Jill finished her tea grudgingly. It had put her in a sour mood, and she wasn't feeling up to shopping anymore. She threw out the cup, happy at least not to have wasted money on it, and decided she would just to home.
Again no itches visited Jill as she rode her bike, but again her bladder had gotten fuller. It looked and felt like a balloon, continuing to inflate even after it seemed to be full-sized, and Jill kept flinching at little things, fearing the balloon would pop. Though the day was cool and the ride easy, she was sweating when she paused at the first crosswalk. Luckily, that was the only “walk” signal she had to wait for.
But when she got to the six-way intersection where Main Street and her home street crossed, she accidentally took the third intersecting street, which lead to the theater. She considered turning around and going back, but getting back on the right side of the road would require crossing the same crosswalk she'd just crossed, and now it had gone from “walk” to “stop”. It was a long cycle, too – too long to wait at. So she just sighed and continued down the road. Her house was only a short ride from the theater by the back-road she'd taken earlier, and if things got really bad she could use the bathroom there.
Things got really bad. When Jill reached the theater her face was flushed and she was in agony. Something – either the pop or the tea, she didn't have time to wonder which – had filled her bladder very rapidly from “desperate but manageable” to “out of control”. She dismounted her bike in the parking lot and left it unattended to fall on its side as she dashed in, with her bike helmet still on. She ran down the hallway to the bathroom, and seized the handle.
But it was locked! She knocked, dancing on the spot, and no answer came. She knocked again, yelling a mild profanity, and still no one answered. Someone had locked it from the inside! What moron, what idiot would ever–
...Oh, right. It had been Jill who'd condemned herself to this fate, by locking the door to keep Birdy out the other day. No one had come by and fixed it yet. She crumpled up outside the bathroom door in desperation; she fell to her knees and, holding her crotch in both hands, pressed her face into the V her arms made and moaned. Staying dry was torture, and she seriously considered peeing herself just to end it. Rejecting that option, though, she tried the handle again.
“Please...” she whispered.
The magic word was ineffectual. Jill rose to her feet again and, not wanting to ruin her nice sneakers, resolved to keep holding on. She clambered back through the hall to the exit. Unable to mount her bike, she began trundling it home. Luck had pulled its rare trick and failed her, so she felt not only full to the brim with pee but also betrayed.
When she got home, she took time to lock her bike to its post, frantic though she was. When it came time to take off her helmet, she stood by the bike rack, shuffling her feet urgently, frozen by indecision – take it off for comfort? Or leave it on to save time?
Oddly, this choke-point in thoughts cleared her mind, rather than putting it into overdrive. She stood as still as she could to take a deep breath and try to think. The effect of being denied an expected toilet break was wearing off, and she was starting to think she could control herself a little longer...if she could deal with the pain.
She nodded slowly, and, consumed by the new plan, forgot about her bike helmet entirely as she walked inside. She walked over to the couch and considered sitting down, but figured it would be too much for her bladder, so she remained standing. Always, her hips were moving in circles, keeping her from leaking. She tried repeatedly to stop, but failed every time.
This was the sexiest part of the hold for her; she was glad she'd opted to wait.
Before long, however, the situation grew dire, and her hopes of continuing to hold dimmed. Jill still wanted to take this one as far as she could, though, so rather than call it quits, she grabbed two towels from the bathroom shelf – trying not to look at the toilet, but stealing a longing glance anyway – and put them on the kitchen floor, which was tiled and pee-safe. Then she brought in her laptop, put it on the counter, and began playing the sandbox game again, while on her feet. She had to put the game on its easiest setting, where no enemies would appear at all, because every couple of minutes a pang of pressure would attack and she would need to step away from the keyboard at a moment's notice.
As minutes passed, the cycle of standing cross-legged at the laptop for a few minutes and then dancing for a few seconds slowly reversed, becoming one of a few minutes' holding to a few seconds' playing, until at last she could not keep her hands away from her crotch long enough to do anything in-game, and she closed her laptop and stepped back.
Through the agony, Jill saw that she couldn't put it off any longer: she needed to pee right now.
She began hobbling towards the bathroom, but it was too late; before she'd stepped off the towels, a spurt of pee shot out of her and soaked a patch on the front of her gray sweatpants, forming an iconic peed-her-pants spot on her crotch. The stream had lasted less than a second, but the patch was totally saturated with pee, and it spread two tendrils of wetness halfway down her legs. Jill rolled her eyes back with the effort of stopping the stream, and grunted loudly. This was the final stretch! She was thirty feet from her bathroom! If she could just–!
...But the pressure was too much. Despite Jill putting forth every bit of strength she had, despite her cranking every resource to maximum power, despite her franticly wishing it wouldn't end, she couldn't keep her bladder's contents contained any longer. Piss jetted out of her a little slower than normal while she fought it, but soon she gave up and allowed it to flow uninhibited. It soaked her sweatpants in a matter of seconds and filled up both towels in just another minute, then began pooling up on the kitchen floor.
As she finished wetting herself, Jill sank to her knees, overcome by relief.
She had needed this one.
–
It took about half an hour for Jill to clean up the puddle in her kitchen, and for once she didn't procrastinate. She remained in her soaked sweatpants while doing the job, even though it required her to bend fully over as she scrubbed the floor, to avoid wiping her legs on the clean parts.
When she was done, she went into the bathroom and took her clothes off for a shower. First the wets: sweatpants, socks, and undies; then the dries: sweatshirt, t-shirt (no bra) and...bike helmet.
She showered, admiring her newly flat belly from time to time, then toweled off and, as usual, proceeded out into her living room completely naked. She sat down at her work table to do some editing, feeling reinvigorated from having emptied such a full bladder.
END OF THIRD STORY
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Hey OmoOrg!
It was a blast to write this story, and I'm super happy to finally be sharing it. All told, it clocked in at 22.8k words, or about 43 pages on my computer. All feedback, especially (constructive) criticism, is very welcome!
That said, it was also pretty exhausting, and I will probably be taking a break from writing these for a while. I certainly haven't given up on the series, though, and while I don't promise anything, I'll be hoping to start writing more again in a couple of months (if all goes to plan, this will manifest as a story actually appearing here in about 5-8 months, depending on its length and my schedule).
Before you go, I'd love to hear your opinions on some things. On the subject of future stories, I've been tossing around a couple of ideas in my head. These include:
1) Writing shorter stories, something more on the order of 5-10k words.
2) Writing an even longer story, possibly something like a short novel (= 50k+ words...unlikely to actually happen).
3) Hosting an interactive story that actually counts as canon and will affect the stories that come after it.
I'm especially interested to know what you'd think of an interactive story; I've been curious about what it would be like to do one of those for a while, and if enough people ask for it then it shall happen.
Let me know what you think. Happy omo-ing 🙂 |
Author's Note: This features characters from Ryogo Narita's series Vamp! As of yet, it's only available officially in Japanese Light Novels, but if anyone wants fan translations, hit me up!
Also I just noticed I posted this in the wrong location, and have already reported it, sorry!
"You think I would just welcome you back here with open arms?" Caldimir the Blue Flow of Blood asks, his temper flaring at his fickle ally.
"Of course not, Caldimir. But I did bring a gift," Laetitia says, placing an ornate bottle onto the table of the Organization Chairman's room. She leans back, resting her hands beside the bottle. Caldimir looks her up and down, taking her in appraisingly, though the vampire wears her usual military uniform. "It's a vintage from my personal collection, and aged to absolute perfection."
"Well, I'm happy to see you're coming around," Caldimir says, "If I could get a proper apology out of you, maybe I'd let your behavior slide completely!"
"That's not happening. After all, I wasn't the one who staked you to that wall, I only left you there," Laetitia says. "At worst, I'm an accomplice! You should really take up your complaints with Garde..."
"Oh, well, perhaps...perhaps I was a bit hasty. I accept your gift, in the stead of an apology," Caldimir says, fetching a wineglass from his bar. He makes to grab two, but Laetitia shakes her head.
"Now, Caldimir, what kind of gift would it be if I drank it up as well? No, it's all for you!" Laetitia says, smiling. On anyone else, the smile would be pleasant, perhaps even alluring. And for a moment, Caldimir cannot ignore the charm of the woman. But he remembers the manic look in her eyes imagining the chaos that would befall Growerth, the way she left him staked to a wall, and the smile suddenly seems different. Twisted, baleful. But, regardless, what harm could a few drinks cause? After years of building a tolerance, and his own vampiric strengths, he could likely down the whole bottle with no ill effects.
The blue haired man takes a seat. After pouring a glass, he takes his first sip, and hums appreciatively. "An excellent wine, Laetitia. A little sweet for my preference, but excellent nonetheless," Caldimir says, before downing the glass.
"Are you surprised? You know my fondness for sweets, and I told you this is from my personal collection," Laetitia says, "Though I am glad you enjoy it. Let it serve as a toast to our future friendship."
"A friendship I hope is more fruitful than our last! Don't think I'll forget your involvement in that debacle so easily, Laetitia!" Caldimir says, already pouring another glass. "After all, had you not sold me out to that blasted pool of blood, my plan would have surely succeeded!"
"Perhaps. But perhaps not. Regardless, I wanted to make it up to you, Caldimir. To give you a gift in good faith, and leave that all as water under the bridge. So, please, drink up and enjoy!" Laetitia says.
~X~
And Caldimir does. The blue-haired Vampire is exceptional at one-on-one combat, and feels safe enough to indulge himself. By the time he is pouring the final glass, emptying the bottle, he feels just a little buzzed, and completely at ease.
"You know, Laetitia, you ought to be like this more often. I've actually enjoyed this time together, and I believe we could be excellent allies if only we could trust each other," Caldimir said, drinking the last glass slowly. He wants to savor the last dregs of the exquisite wine, then he will excuse himself.
It is rare that Caldimir indulges himself by drinking, as he knows what inevitably comes next. What seems to come next much too quickly for him. Already he could feel a slight pressure building, signaling him to take his leave when possible. But just as he opens his mouth, Laetitia is upon him.
With his focus wavering, he hardly notices her movements. Caldimir struggles to focus, but the alcohol in his blood has muddled his reflexes. That, coupled with Laetitia's attack coming without warning, make it difficult for Caldimir to put up even a token resistance. In one short moment, Laetitia binds him to his chair, leaving Caldimir unable to move.
"What is the meaning of this, Laetitia!?" Caldimir roars.
"Well, you caused so much suffering on that island, Caldimir," Laetitia says, sauntering to the thick door of Caldimir's office, shutting it, and sliding its locks home. "And I didn't get to see even one tiny bit! So, I thought that in recompense, I could watch you suffer."
"Suffer? How? What kind of twisted stuff are you going to do to me in here!?" Caldimir asks. "Is this where you reveal you really loved seeing me staked to the wall? So injured, so pathetic?"
"Injured? No. And though I always think you're at least a tiny bit pathetic, that wasn't it either. Though it did bring up a tiny little fantasy...one which I hope to realize today," Laetitia explains. "Remember the earlier Organization meetings? When you still drank before and during the proceedings?"
"Um, well, sure I do, but that was before I was chairman..." Caldimir says, a cold sweat breaking out. She couldn't have noticed that, right? She couldn't remember, it had been so long ago. Of course, he hadn't forgotten. It was a strange weakness for a vampire, to be sure, but Caldimir's body processed liquids he drank at an alarming rate. Without as much of a physical need to drink, it was okay, but it was a difficult habit to break, and when offered something like a gift he is honor-bound to drink...well, how can he refuse?
"And eventually you stopped. Tell me, was that because having to excuse yourself so frequently got old quickly?" Laetitia says, cutting right to the core of his fears. "More than once, jokes along the line of 'Blood isn't the only thing that flows around him...' were made. I do believe most of us forgot after you stopped, but...well, let's just say that seeing you staked to the wall rekindled a certain curiosity."
"W-what? You can't mean..." Caldimir starts, stunned. But it isn't long before he has an epiphany. Someone with borderline sadistic tendencies like Laetitia...would it really be a stretch? "Oh. Oh! You have some sort of...kink for this, don't you? A fetish? Ha! Wait until the others hear about that!"
Laetitia leans down, her eyes level with his. "You really think this is going to be something you want to tell the other members? Of course, it would be embarrassing for me. But what of when they hear how you begged? How you pleaded with me? And of course, I'll never do this for you again if you go and blab to the other officers."
"Why would I ever want you to do this again?" Caldimir asks, the pressure he felt earlier worsening at an alarming rate.
"Oh, right now I'm sure you don't. But give it a while. I think I can make you warm up to the idea," Laetitia says, and Caldimir finds that he truly despises the grin on her face.
"I'll be doing no such thing!" the blue-haired vampire claims, as he steels his resolve, deciding that he won't give Laetitia the satisfaction. He is stronger than this, Chairman of the damn Organization! He won't be brought down by his own weak bladder. Especially not with Laetitia so smug, so goddamn confident! But even as he reaches this conclusion, he wishes desperately that he could move just a little bit. To cross his legs, to place a hand between his legs...anything to relieve the pressure he can practically feel growing with each passing second.
"We'll just have to wait and see, hm?" she says, stepping back from Caldimir, and leaning comfortably as she watches him.
The two fall into silence. It seems that their encounter has become a waiting game. A game that is stacked against Caldimir from the start. And sure enough, it only takes a couple of moments for Caldimir to begin to squirm. He knows he shouldn't, knows it will only please Laetitia, but it offers him some slight relief. Relief he wants, relief he needs so damn badly. At the sight, Laetitia chuckles.
"Very pathetic, Caldimir. So very pathetic...but so very enjoyable," Laetitia says, and the vampire slips her hand beneath her uniform's pants, between her legs. With a soft moan, she begins touching herself, exploring the heat of her arousal.
Caldimir cannot believe his eyes, his ears. Laetitia the Orange Lantern, pleasuring herself in his office, to him! If the circumstances were different, he could really enjoy such a sight, a thought that the vampire hates to admit to. Even with things as...well, uncomfortable, as they are, he still feels himself growing hard. Of course, with the pressure in his abdomen so overwhelming, he finds it impossible to focus completely in his arousal, too reach any point beyond semi-hard, but Laetitia's sharp eyes quickly pick out the bulge in his pants.
"Oh, and I thought you were pathetic before..." Laetitia teases, "But now you're starting to get hard? Tell me, is it your burning need to piss? Being tied up? Or is it the lovely woman in front of you, pleasuring herself?"
"It's...damn it...it's all three," Caldimir admits, knowing Laetitia would see through any attempt at deception. That is, if he could even focus long enough to lie. With two burning needs, neither of which he can do a damn thing to placate, both fighting for supremacy, it's all Caldimir can do to keep himself from losing control. His fullness is quickly shifting to pain, as his bladder screams for relief, while the heat of his arousal spreads, crying out for him to do something, to touch himself, to touch her, anything.
But Laetitia only hums in response, leaning back further, speeding up her efforts. She raises her free hand, touching her breast as she watches Caldimir. He finds it impossible to remain still now, working his legs as much as he can, clenching and relaxing his thighs, straining against the bindings at his wrists and ankles, wishing he were free, wishing he could piss, wishing he could fuck her. Finally, it all became too much.
"He-help me!" he cries out. And with that first cry for help out of the way, the vampire begins to beg. "Please, Laetitia, untie me. Help me, I need to piss, I need you...damn it, help me! Please?"
"You want me to help you?" she asks, her hands slowing, then stopping. "Are you sure? You don't sound very convincing..."
"P-please! I swear, I want you to help me," he says, his strain obvious in his voice. He really can't last much longer, as he feels his bladder is about to give out. "I need you to help me!"
"Okay," she agrees, completely calm. She pulls her hand out of her pants, and in a few short steps she is before him, so close, so fucking close but she might as well be on another planet. He feels his cock throbbing, his bladder twinging in pain, but all he can do it look up at the woman who put him in this desperate situation. All he can do is watch her, as she lowers he hand...down to his binding, hesitating...
"Please...help me...I can't..." Caldimir encourages her, still begging. Then, her hand moves, too quickly for his strained focus to keep up with. He feels a light impact on his abdomen, as Laetitia pushes down on his bladder. A choked gasp escapes Caldimir's lips, as the added pressure proves too much for him. He tries, so desperately, so damn desperately, to hold on in spite of the pressure Laetitia adds...but it is too much for the vampire.
With a whimper, his bladder gives out, and Laetitia's hand shifts down between his legs. Her other hand moves between her own legs, and she begins touching herself once more, as she feels his piss escaping him, rushing out of him, beneath and over he hand, pooling in the chair's bottom before splashing onto the floor. The blue-haired vampire moans, as the feeling of relief spreads through him, mingling with his arousal, the two becoming very hard to tell apart. Once he is finally finished, the vampire slumps forward, and groans softly. The relief he felt is quickly replaced with a dull, throbbing ache. He remains like this, until he hears a sharp gasp from Laetitia, and looks up to find the vampire in the middle of her climax, her lips parted and her eyes trained upon the dark patch on his clothes, her fingers still clutching the damp fabric. In spite of himself, his still semi-hard cock twitches, as his arousal tightens its grip on him.
Laetitia feels the motion, and it brings her back to herself. "Ah, that was even better than I had imagined, Caldimir...and it left me with an appetite for more," Laetitia says.
"I...damn it...I want more, too..." Caldimir admits.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Laetitia asks, unbuttoning her pants, and freeing herself from the fabric, making sure to keep the clothing far from the puddle Caldimir has made.
Edited November 6, 2016 by Rorschach
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Jessica sat bolt upright in the bed, immediately aware that something was wrong. She looked over at the bedside clock in her hotel room and panicked. Her alarm had failed to go off and she had overslept by more than an hour. Her flight left Logan in less than 2 hours. Even at 6 AM getting through security would be a mess. She slipped out of bed and quickly through on her black knee length skirt, and white blouse. She had not time for a shower, she decided to keep her light blue panties on from yesterday. Thank God she thought as she noted the coffee had brewed on time. She poured a steaming cup and packed her bags.
At 4:30 she poured the rest of the coffee into her travel mug and dragged her gear to the elevator. Damn she thought as she reached the lobby, I need to pee, but I got to get a taxi and go. After ten minutes she flagged a taxi and took off into the 5 am rush-hour traffic..."to Logan International" she told the driver "and move quick, my flight leaves in 1 hour." Thirty minutes later she debarked the taxi and immediately felt an intense urge to pee, she quickly crossed her legs and through her hands into her crotch, the urge subsided, but she knew she had better find a bathroom before boarding the flight or she would be in trouble. She hobbled towards the security checkpoint, at least she already had her tickets thanks to her company.
Her concern about getting through security was confirmed, at least 25 people were waiting their turn for scanning and the blasted TSA only had two points open this early. As she pulled her carry on into line another urge hit her, this one even stronger, she barely managed to keep from wetting her satin blue panties right there in line. Damn, only 40 minutes to departure and line was not moving fast.
It took 30 minutes for her to get to the screening point. By now she was nearly shaking she had to pee so bad. She threw her computer case and carry-on on the belt and was about to go to the wand station when the other TSA agent looked at her and pointed her to the new fangled air-blow explosives detector, the kind you had to step into and have the door closed. It was the newest version so it also took x-rays of the body, and unbeknownst to her had an infrared system to detect heat. She stepped in and was hit with multiple puffs' of cold air as the machine went into action, despite knowing what was coming she was surprised and immediately lost control of her bladder, a two second squirt of pee exploded into her light blue satin panties, soaking her pantied crotch and a small stream hit the floor of the machine. With great effort she stopped the stream, but the damage was done.
In the small room off to the side the TSA agent, a 20 year old women, named Beth, right out of community college was scanning the passengers. As the good looking blond in the short skirt entered the booth she pushed the button and hit her with the air, to her surprise the infrared detector chirped and she looked in shock as a red heat signature blossomed in the crotch of the women in the machine. Beth couldn't believe it the women had just peed into her panties in the machine. Beth was immediately aroused by this, having never seen a grown women wet herself. A naught thought hit Beth, what if she peed into her white cotton panties right there? All TSA workers wore the dark blue slacks no one would know. With a slight squeeze she released her pee into her panties and it ran down the pant legs of her slacks. She was so horny she had to masturbate, she called her supervisor and told her she needed a restroom break. Ok came a voice over the phone go ahead. Beth rushed to the nearby TSA lounge, entered the bathroom stall and pulled her wet slacks down, looking at the soaked white panties she sat on the toilet and peed again, masturbating furiously through the soaked materials. She came instantly, what a thrill. She would go home and do it again.
Jessica, embarrassed, but not guessing that the TSA worker knew what she had done in the machine, had to hobble to the end of the conveyer and grab her stuff. Holding her wet crotch she did her best to move down the concourse towards her gate, 10, she was at gate 1 and had only minutes to board. Oh my God, the restroom was closed for cleaning, and as she looked towards her gate there was only 2 people left to board the aircraft. She knew she was not going to make it, to the bathroom that is. Gate 9 was not in use and she heard over the intercom "final boarding for flight 1025 to LA, the door closes in 1 minute. She was now leaking into her panties with every step and decided she had to pee now. She went into the employee area of gate 9 where they scan your tickets and squatted down, lifted her skirt and began to pee her panties in earnest, she watched as her soaking blue panties streamed pee, the puddle growing larger under her. As she finished wetting herself, she felt a great relief, but the stewardess was starting to close the door. Despite the wet streaks on her legs and the slight dripping coming from her soaked panties, she yelled "wait, I need to board". The flight attendant waived her to hurry. Jessica streaked for the door, and yelled "thanks for holding it for me". Melissa looked at her companion, Darcy and said "I think that women pissed her panties over there, did you see the wet streaks on her legs?" Darcy said " Yeah, I think so too, look at the drips down the ramp, poor thing now she is going to have to sit in her wet panties until LA. Melissa couldn't believe what she had just seen, her fetish for panty wetting was not new, and she had even convinced Darcy to try it in their hotel room after the last lay over. She had to pee really bad now, not even sure she could hold it for the 4 hour flight to LA.....To be continued. |
Jasmine sat in her seat in maths, wondering why the lesson was so boring. Surely, aged only seven, she should have a better life than this. She chugged thirstily on her water bottle, and Stephanie next to her did the same, both rolling their eyes as the teacher drowned on.
Towards the the end of the lesson, Jasmine was beginning to feel a slight pressure in her bladder. It really wasn't very much, and she was certain she could hold it, but she decided that it would be best to go to the toilet in the upcoming break time, just in case. The need for worse and worse with five minutes to go, but Jasmine still felt fine, she was a strong girl with a strong bladder and she could hold it in until break time.
Breaktime came at last and she let loose an audiable sigh of relief as she left the classroom and headed in the direction of the toilets. Stephanie was by her side, both walking casually and leisurely to where they knew they could remove the tension on their urethras and let their lips open wide as golden liquid hissed out. Jasmine watched Stephanie, and she was giving off small but subtle signs of having to pee. She was walking slightly funny, one leg crossing in front of the other, and kept looking around as if hoping for a toilet to magically turn up out of nowhere.
Finally Jasmine broke the ice. "Hey there Stephanie" she said. "You look as if you gotta wee kinda badly". Stephanie nodded, and Jasmine explained how she was headed to the bathroom too. However, both girls found a horror for them lurking just around the corner, a massive line of at least 50 older girls queueing up to go to the girl's toilets. Several of them were clutching their skirts around the crotch, a good few were hopping from one foot to another, and Jasmine noticed that one of the girls had a wet spot on her skirt about the size of an apple.
"Oh dear!" said Jasmine. "That queue isn't gonna be finished until after the end of break, and we'll be shouted at if we're late. Good thing I can hold it!" She nodded reassuringly to Stephanie, who nodded back, whimpering slightly. Watching the girls waiting for the toilet had done nothing to help Stephanie's bladder, which, unbeknownst to Jasmine, had not had the chance to release itself since the night before.
The girls walked over to the playground and started chatting, and soon their full bladders were nothing more than a distant memory.
It was only about ten minutes after break when Jasmine remembered she needed to wee, and needed it bad. She crossed her legs tightly, and inside of her little vagina, or nunee as she'd always called it, her sphincter was throbbing away, aching for release. She didn't want to look too desperate, or one of the bullies would easily notice her and make her struggle to hold in her wee a nightmare. Across the room, she saw that Stephanie was clearly in a much worse state than she was. Stephanie was wriggling around, crossing her legs and uncrossing them, until she lost her resolve not to look desperate and shoved a hand between her legs to try and massage her poor vagina. Oh, it ached so much, it hurt like nothing ever before, but she really couldn't wet herself in a lesson. Jasmine looked over in dismay, seeing Stephanie's desperation was making it tricky for her to focus on holding her own wee inside her nunee. She could feel inside of herself her wee wee tube hurting, and her bladder was throbbing so desperately. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She made the mistake of glancing over at Stephanie again, just as Stephanie gave a small squeal and, lifting up her skirt and her tights, plunged her hand inside, notably still on top of her bright pink knickers. Jasmine redoubled her efforts to hold on her wee, and to her great relief, the pain subsided. She was soon lost in thinking about the size of Jupiter.
It was twenty minutes towards the end of lunch. Jasmine could feel the pressure on her sphincter, and it burned. She was holding the lips of her nunee together, and looking over saw that Stephanie was doing the same. They were both reaching the end of their tether. Finally Stephanie spoke up, asking to be excused, but was rejected, and so Jasmine sat quietly waiting to go to lunch. At last the bell rang.
Way in front of Stephanie, who was waddling like a penguin at this point, Jasmine made it to the toilet, where there was no queue, and entered. She walked over to a cubicle, and in doing so a small spurt of pee escaped her tight nunee and made a small wet spot on her bright pink panties. She sat down on the toilet, without removing any clothing, before realising she had forgotten to close the door. She tried to get up, but the urge was so desperate sitting on the toilet she struggled, and another bit of wee escaped. She was trapped, unable to get up for fear of wetting herself, unable to wee due to her clothing, and unable to remove clothing due to both hands being clamped on her tights. She stayed this way for 10 minutes. Spurt after spurt leaked out, and Jasmine knew it would only be a matter of time before she lost control completely and the wetness would be visible for all to see.
Eventually Sophie walked into the bathroom and called for Jasmine. They had to go to lunch immediately or they would miss their slot. She pulled Jasmine to her feet, and off they went to lunch. Jasmine was thirsty, and drank a lot of water at lunch, and it was only at the end of her meal she realised her mistake, she was minutes away from wetting herself. She, clamping one hand on her light grey tights and putting the other in front of it to cover it up, walked slowly towards the bathroom, dribble after dribble being let out. By the time she got there, her knickers were feeling very damp and they couldn't hold much more. However, at the toilet she and Stephanie, who had clearly been waiting for some time, noticed the cleaning sign with a note attached, claiming the bathrooms couldn't be used as they were blocked. Jasmine almost cried. Her nunee was aching, her wee inside her needed to come out, and she couldn't. Admitting defeat, she trudged to her English classroom.
Over half the girls inside were already squirming, and the boys were laughing and trying to make them wet themselves. When the lesson started Jasmine was ready to burst into tears, she was sitting next to the biggest bully of them all, who would make her hold a nightmare. Every minute ticked by slower than the last. The boy kept making hissing noises and each time he did she felt sure she would just give up and let go. The pain was incredible, it was pounding and pulsating inside of her, giving her waves of agony. She saw another girl under the table lose all dignity, drop her knickers and somehow pee into a bottle, her nunee completely exposed. A good few more did this, and Jasmine was ready to wet herself. The bully pushed hard on her stomach and another squirt came out, this one for a fair bit longer before she could jam her hand back against her nunee again. She kept crossing her legs, squeezing, tensing her muscles, but it was no good. The inevitable was just around the corner.
The lesson was over and the girls walked to P.E. As the girls undressed and got into their leotards she could see the other girls pointing and staring, her knickers were the only wet ones. Even Stephanie had somehow managed to hold it in. She pulled on her leotard and knew that she wouldn't be able to touch her nunee in the session, so gave it one last squeeze before hobbling into the classroom. Lots of the girls were clearly desperate for the toilet, and Jasmine wasn't the only one putting on a show. Several other girls were clutching at their neither regions or shaking violently, but Jasmine was by far the worst. She deliberately hadn't put her knickers on when she had got changed, because she knew the wet knickers would leave marks on the leotard for all to see. She squirted again, just one tiny squirt, but the thin material of the leotard held nothing, and the pee soaked through to form a small patch around her nunee. Being wet the leotard was showing through, and stephanie finally gave up too, she and Jasmine asked the teacher to go to the water fountain.
Both girls sprinted, Jasmine and Stephanie both having pea sized wet patches around their crotches. They ran to the year 6 toilets, and were met with the worst sight possible, those were being cleaned as well! Both girls broke into tears, until Jasmine realised her only option. She turned, and pulled Stephanie into the sixth form boys' toilet. Had they looked round the corner when they first entered the toilet they would have found a number of cubicles, but alas, they simply got to the urinals.
OH MY GOD WHERE ARE THEY!
WHERE ARE THE TOILETS IN THIS PLACE?
AH! A BOY IS COMING! HIDE UNDER THE SINK!
The boy entered and began peeing into the urinal, and the girls realised why they could see no toilets. The sheer thought of their last hope of relief being crushed was too much for Stephanie. She collapsed on the floor, hands into her crotch, and Jasmine could see the wet patch spreading as the boy left.
GO! Cried Stephanie! USE THE TOILET!
I CAN'T! Replied Jasmine! My nunee doesn't stretch that far! Jasmine of course had no idea what a penis was, or how the boy had peed, but she walked up to the urinal, hopping from foot to foot, and pulled her leotard off her nunee so that she could try and squirt her pee at it.
That was her her big mistake.
The leotard had been applying pressure on Jasmine's nunee as a final defence barrier, and Jasmine wailed as a puddle quickly formed at her feet, the thin material of the leotard absorbing none of it. Exhausted, on the floor of the boy's toilets, in a puddle of her own wee, she cried herself to sleep. |
Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders
Part 1 of 2
Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice fanfiction by MasterXploder
(Note: This story contains underaged wetting desperation and minor spoilers to AA: Spirit of Justice.)
On the westernmost edge of the far east lied the Kingdom of Khura’in. Since its founding by the Holy Mother, this kingdom has thrived through the rule of its many queens and the devotion of its people. However, it has not been without its share of turmoil. For twenty-three years, the nation’s legal system lacked any defense attorneys due to a law that stipulated the attorneys would suffer the same punishment as their client should they be found guilty. Many innocent people were sentenced to death under these laws, and a fearsome rebel movement grew from the tragedy.
But that all changed a few months ago, when a lawyer from the United States showed up and began defending clients with a passion the country had never seen before. Working together with both the rebels and members of the Khura’in royal family, he and his colleagues turned the entire kingdom upside-down and paved the way for a more fair system to grow. While much work still needed to be done, the towns were abuzz with a feeling of hope in the air for the first time in a long time.
Indeed, the capital looked particularly vibrant this morning as Ahlbi Ur’gaid walked along the streets of a local bazaar. Seeing the people work and walk and talk with smiles on their faces always brought joy to the young monk-in-training.
“Wow, look at everyone, Shah’do!” said Ahlbi to the dog resting atop his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many happy faces here. The Holy Mother must be smiling down on us today!”
Shah’do responded with an energetic bark.
Ahlbi chuckled. “You said it! Our kingdom is growing bigger than ever, and it needs our help. There’s no way I’m gonna sleep away a day like this. Come on, let’s get to work!”
With determination in his eyes, Ahlbi took a step forward, but his stride immediately came to a stop there. His smile faded, and he leaned his head left and right while his fingers drew circles above him.
“So… what should I do today?” he asked. It happened to be an observed holiday for the monks and royalty today, much like labor day in the U.S., so he had a lot of free time. Unfortunately, he had not seen anyone who looked like a tourist, so he couldn’t give them a tour and contribute to the Khura’inese economy. When it came down to it, giving tours was just about all he did when he wasn’t training.
“Maybe it’s time I learned a new hobby. What do you think?” Ahlbi asked.
Shah’do made a noise in his throat that was his way of saying “I dunno.”
“Yeah, me neither.” While Ahlbi stood there and pondered his plans, his eyes drifted to one of the shops along the road. It was a gardening store with lots of pretty plants for sale, many of which were unique to Khura’in. The store-owner happened to be watering the plants on display outside. Seeing the water trickle out of the can and into the soil below made Ahlbi aware of a certain tingle below his stomach.
“Oh, I guess I better take care of that first,” he remarked out loud. “Not as easy to think when you gotta go!” In truth, he was more than capable of ignoring his urge for a good while, but it provided a good way to put off his thinking for a moment. Maybe when I come back, there will be some tourists to meet, He thought.
Ahlbi turned around and stepped towards the temple that was his home.
“Oof!”
...but stopped short as he walked into someone. The person he bumped into jumped back, startling him back into paying attention to his surroundings.
“Watch it!” yelled a female voice.
“Oops, sorry! I didn’t mean to…” Ahlbi started, but his apology was cut short as he realized who he was talking to. The ceremonial dress, piercing blue eyes and facial markings could only belong to Rayfa Padma Khura’in, a very important person within the kingdom.
“Y-your Eminence!” Ahlbi raised his hands and leaned back in shock.
Rayfa put her hand to her mouth in surprise. “Oh! It’s you. The boy from the marketplace. It’s been some time since we last spoke,” she spoke.
Ahlbi stood in reverence for a moment, but quickly remembered his manners. He bowed before the high priestess and closed his eyes, with Shah’do mimicking his movement.
“Please, forgive me! I shouldn’t have bumped into you like that! I promise I’ll never do it again, please don’t punish me!” he said.
To this, Rayfa chuckled without opening her mouth. “You may rise. You will not be punished, and I am in no mood for formalities anyway.”
“Really? Thank you, Your Eminence!” Ahlbi said as he rose back up. “But, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you not in the mood? Is something wrong today?”
“Thank you for your concern, young monk,” said Rayfa, “But it is only a trifling matter, one you need not trouble yourself with. Now if you’ll excuse me…” Rayfa turned around and started to walk away.
“W-wait, Your Eminence!” Ahlbi leaned forward and shouted.
To this, Rayfa stopped in her tracks. “Huh? What is it?” she asked, her back still turned to him.
“Well, I know I’m just a kid, and a lowly monk besides” said Ahlbi, “But I know that it’s a monk’s duty not just to uphold the traditions of Khura’inism, but to also provide a comforting hand to those who need it, be they friend or stranger.” He put his hands together as if he was in prayer. “So please, Your Eminence, if there is nothing I can do to help, at least allow me to lend an ear to your problems so that I may fulfill my duty!”
Rayfa stood motionless for a moment. Did I come on too strong,? Ahlbi wondered, but his worries fell away when Rayfa turned back and smiled at him.
“It would seem the temple is training you well. I would be doing you a great disservice if I did not comply with your request. If that is what you wish, you may listen to my woes. It may help me if I were to vent them to someone, anyway,” said Rayfa.
“Oh thank you so much!” said Ahlbi again. For a moment, it appeared as if his pupils had turned into stars.
“Let’s see, how shall I put this?” Rayfa put a hand to her chin. “Since the end of the Defense Culpability Act, our kingdom has been undergoing a great amount of change. To ensure that change is only for the better of its citizens, I have been working with my family and the attorneys of the kingdom without rest.”
“But that’s a good thing, right? Your work is making Khura’in better than it’s been in years,” said Ahlbi, with Shah’do following up with another bark.
“Yes, and I accept my responsibilities as High Priestess with pride.” Rayfa looked down at the ground and scowled. “But even I need my beauty sleep. With today being a holiday for even the royal family, I was hoping to rest in my quarters all day, but mother had other plans for me.”
“Really? What kind of plans?” asked Ahlbi. “Are they like super-secret missions to protect the kingdom from invaders?”
Rayfa shook her head. “Nothing of the sort, sadly. Mother simply wants me to spend my day off outside the palace. Something to do with sampling the culture of our kingdom and getting to know its people on a personal level.”
Ahlbi lifted his hands to do his thinking motions again. “So she just wants you to hang around town and talk to people? That sounds like my kind of day off!” He leaned back and put his arms behind his head, giving Rayfa a smile that showed his missing tooth.
Rayfa sighed and said “It’s such a silly notion. I am Rayfa Padma Khura’in, High Priestess of the kingdom and destined to ascend to the throne when I have proven myself.” She flung her arm out in a dramatic fashion. “Am I not already the living embodiment of Khura’inese culture!?”
Ahlbi found no words to reply with, so he just stared at Rayfa in awe of her display.
“In any case,” Rayfa continued as she returned to a less dramatic pose, “I am forbidden from entering the palace until sundown. I shall have to find some way to keep me occupied until then.” She then looked straight at Ahlbi and asked “I don’t suppose you have any ideas of how I could pass the time?”
“Something to do? Hmm…” Ahlbi stood and pondered for a few seconds. Suddenly, he leaned forward and shouted “Oh, I know!”, causing Rayfa to bring an arm up to her face in surprise.
“You… you do!?” said Rayfa. “And what, pray tell, would that be?” she continued with hesitancy in her voice.
“I could give you a tour of the capital!” said Ahlbi.
“A…tour?”
“Yeah, show you around all the landmarks and tell your about their history, plus all the smaller places and other cool stuff!” Ahlbi said all in one breath. Wisps of air visibly flared from his nostrils.
“Tell me about their history?” Rayfa’s neutral expression lowered into a frown. “Do you mock me?”
“M-mock you? How so?” asked Ahlbi.
“Are you insinuating that I, the High Priestess, do not know the history of my own kingdom? That a mere child knows more than I do,?” Sshe said, gazing straight into him.
“Ah, no!” Ahlbi quickly bowed his head again. “I-I didn’t mean it that way! It’s just that, um, giving tours is my favorite thing to do when I’m not training, and I’d love to try giving one to the royal family! Please don’t throw me in jail, Your Eminence! I’m too young to have a criminal record!”
Rayfa’s brow relaxed as Ahlbi spoke, turning from a look of anger into confusion. “Your favorite thing, you say?” she spoke, closing her eyes.
“Um, yes,” Ahlbi replied, opening one eye to look again. “I-I just thought that maybe you could have someone to talk to while you went around town, but we don’t have to if you already know all about it.”
“Hmm…” Rayfa closed her eyes for a few seconds, then she opened them and turned her head upwards with a smirk. “Very well. I accept your offer.”
“Wait, what?! You really mean it?” Ahlbi’s eyes opened in surprise.
“If you have been giving tours to visitors like you claim, then we must be certain that what you say about our kingdom is nothing but the truth. Therefore, I shall personally see to it that you are not…” Rayfa rubbed her chin again. “How do they say it in the Americas? Speaking from outside one’s mule.”
“Huh? What does that mean,?” asked Ahlbi.
Rayfa shrugged. “I am not entirely certain myself. The American vernacular is a puzzling thing indeed, but no matter. Do you believe you are up to the task of providing an engaging and informative tour to a member of the Khura’in royal family?”
“I’ll do my best!” Ahlbi said with a look of pure determination in his eyes. “C’mon, Shah’do! Let’s give the princess a good tour!”
Shah’do barked and mimicked the same determined look as his owner.
Rayfa giggled and said “Lead the way.”
And so, the two of them set off on the tour, with Ahlbi leading the pack. His heart still fluttered in excitement at the prospect. Giving a tour to the one and only princess of Khura’in! He had to have been dreaming, but he certainly didn’t want to wake up if he was. Maybe I should pinch myself to check, he thought.
Just then, he felt another signal coming from his bladder, making him frown in worry. Uh-oh, that might be a problem. He shook his head slightly to clear his mind, hoping that Rayfa didn’t see that. Nah, I can handle it. I’ve gone a while without using the bathroom while training, a tour should be nothing. Plus, how embarrassing would it be to tell the princess I need to go like a little kid?
Ahlbi took a quick glance at the princess behind him. Rayfa was looking off to the side as they walked, as if lost in thought. I wonder what she could be thinking? Ahlbi thought.
***
How could I forget to use the bathroom before I left the palace?
Rayfa quietly grumbled to herself as they walked to their destination, doing her best to hide the slight stiffness in her steps. She could recount the morning’s exact events, but even then she still felt the need to question herself. What she had hoped would be a lazy morning in bed followed by watching the Plumed Punisher marathon was rudely interrupted by her mother waking her up and telling her of her plan. One heated argument later and she was dressed up and out the door, her brow still furrowed in anger.
What is wrong with a princess spending a few extra hours asleep on a day where she is not expected to do anything, she remembered yelling to her mother. That thought stuck in her mind the entire time she was making herself presentable instead of more practical thoughts like “Perhaps I should relieve myself before leaving my quarters,” and she was quickly regretting it.
There was the obvious solution of simply asking for a bathroom, but the mere thought of it made Rayfa shudder. She did not doubt the cleanliness of Khura’in’s citizens, but she was the princess of the kingdom, an icon of Khura’inism itself! She could never live it down if anyone even knew that she still had to do such things, least of all the boy she was walking with.
She wasn’t going to like it, but holding it until sundown was the only solution that made sense to her. It was not that urgent anyway; learning to hold it for long periods of time was another perk of growing up as the High Priestess. Until then, she would have to find a good method of distracting herself.
Maybe I should start by actually speaking with this boy, she thought. I agreed to let him take me on a tour, after all.
“So then,” she started, prompting Ahlbi to turn to her as they walked, “Tell me more about these tours of yours.”
“My tours? What do you want to know about them?” said Ahlbi.
Rayfa put her hand to her chin. “Well, why tours? It is a rather… unconventional hobby for a monk to have.”
“Huh? Oh yeah, some of my friends at the temple think it’s weird, too. They’re all into stuff like Kachu’demal and Wahch’ovami.”
“Yes, those do sound like the things boys your age would be into,” said Rayfa.
“I mean, I like them too,” continued Ahlbi, “But Khura’in has always been my favorite thing in the world. I love learning all the cool stuff about our country in my history class, and I really like talking about it. It kinda drives my friends nuts, though.” He added a nervous laugh.
“Hmm, not everyone can appreciate our rich history. A shame, really,” said Rayfa, shaking her head.
“Yeah, but it might be because they live here so they know all this stuff already, but the tourists don’t know all this stuff, so I can show and tell them all kinds of things. It’s so fun!” Ahlbi beamed as he spoke.
“Fun? Is that really all there is to it?” asked Rayfa. What a curious boy, indeed.
“No, there’s more to it.” At this, Ahlbi’s cheerful demeanor dropped into something more serious. “Khura’in is my home, and now that it’s going through all these big changes, it needs all the help it can get. I really wanna do my part to help out, and giving tours is the best way I know how.”
“I see,” said Rayfa, “And how do these tours of yours provide benefit to Khura’in?”
“Lots of different ways, Your Eminence! Tourism helps build good relationships with other countries, and it can inspire people to visit us more often, or even move here.”
“This is true,” said Rayfa.
“Yeah, and it makes good money, too!” Ahlbi smiled with his eyes shut.
“M-Money?” Rayfa stopped in her tracks and glared. “Surely you are not exploiting tourists simply to line your own pockets? The Twilight Realm has a special section of hell devoted to swindlers, you know!”
Ahlbi’s eyes filled with panic. “N-no, it’s not like that at all! I mean, I pocket some of it, sure, but I put almost all of it into charities and the local shops. It all goes back into the economy sooner or later!”
The glare on Rayfa faded. “Really? That’s… very noble of you.”
To this, Ahlbi blushed and put a hand behind his head. “Th-thank you, Your Eminence. I am hum-”
“However,” Rayfa cut him off, “There is more to helping a kingdom grow than more people and money. The spirit of Khura’in must be preserved above all else as we go forward, and we can only accomplish this through properly educating our citizens and the tourists who visit. Your skills in tour-giving have yet to be evaluated in this regard. I must see it for myself first before we can say your actions are doing more good than harm.”
“Um, right! I’ll try my hardest to not disappoint you!” Ahlbi took a look around him. “Oh, here we are! Our first stop!”
“Oh?” Rayfa looked around her, realizing that she had not been paying attention to where they were walking the entire time.
The two of them stood at the center of a park in the middle of the city. A large stone plaza laid before them, with a statue of different women wearing regal clothing facing inward at each corner. In the center was a bigger statue of two women standing back to back, one wearing a mask and wielding a dagger, and the other having an entirely blank face.
“Interesting,” said Rayfa, “I must admit, I have not been to this part of the city very often.” She looked over at Ahlbi with her normal piercing stare and smirk. “Well, go ahead, tour guide. Tell me about this place.”
“R-right. Allow me to explain!” Ahlbi walked in front of Rayfa and stood facing her like a tour guide would. “This is the Plah’zah Plaza, located in the center of the Park of the Founders. The statues around the corners are the first four reigning queens of Khura’in after the founder, and the Holy Mother and Lady Kee’ra themselves are depicted right in the center as a way of reminding their people that they and the queens after them are always watching over us.”
Rayfa smiled at this. “A powerful gesture. I could think of nothing more reassuring than-”
“This plaza was constructed thirty years ago,” continued Ahlbi, “Its main purpose is to allow another venue for the public to hold all kinds of events. Lots of important officials and monks have also held rallies here, like…”
Whatever Ahlbi had to say for the next few minutes, Rayfa could not recall. All she could focus on was the anger welling up inside her. A young child rudely interrupting the high priestess? Surely, there must be some sort of law forbidding such a thing! She should give him the tongue-lashing he certainly deserves.
And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to say a single word. Somewhere in the back of her head was a voice telling her to not get worked up over it, to simply let it go and move on. I must be hanging around Nahyuta too much, thought Rayfa. Still, she had never quite felt this restraint before; it was only for this boy that brought it out.
What is with this child? Is there some sort of blessing put upon him by the Holy Mother? Rayfa wondered.
“...for the Plumed Punisher.”
“Wait, what was that?” Rayfa snapped out of her thoughts and looked straight at Ahlbi.
“Um,” Ahlbi’s eyes drifted away for a moment. “Like I said, this plaza was recently used to film a fight scene for a future episode of the Plumed Punisher.”
Rayfa’s eyes opened up wide. “I-I was not told of this! You must divulge everything you know about this filming at once, tour guide!” She leaned forward as she spoke and looked Ahlbi right in the eyes.
Ahlbi leaned back in surprise. “Wuh-what!? Um, well,” he looked down and frowned. “I don’t really know anything more than that. It was one of the few times the plaza was off-limits to the public.”
“Oh…” Rayfa looked away. “I see. That’s rather disappointing.”
“Yeah it is,” said Ahlbi. His suddenly lit up. “Wait, does this mean you’re a fan of the Plumed Punisher, too?”
“W-What? Of course not!” Rayfa crossed her arms and turned her body away, a blush growing on her cheeks. “I, um, just like to stay informed on the, er, trends in the Khura’in community, that’s all!”
“Really? Aww,” Ahlbi replied, “I had a lot of stuff I could have talked about there. For example, did you know they’re making a movie of her?”
“A m-movie!?” Rayfa turned back to Ahlbi, but quickly regained her composure. “Um, I mean, I suppose it’s not that big of a leap from television to theaters.”
“Yeah, and it’s gonna be a crossover movie.” Ahlbi beamed with excitement. “The Steel Samurai vs. The Plumed Punisher! Warriors from two different world collide! Who will triumph? In theaters next year! I can’t wait to see it!”
Rayfa stood there for a moment before realizing that her mouth was hanging open. “Er, y-yes, as I said, I do not watch the Plumed Punisher.”
Ahlbi looked down again. “Sorry about that. I got a little carried away with myself.”
“That said, I have no doubt that the Plumed Punisher would surely prevail in such a battle.” Rayfa grinned and put her hands on her hips. “No one can hope to match the power of a warrior with the spirit of Khura’in on her side!”
“That’s what I think, too!” Ahlbi laughed.
Somehow, Rayfa found his laughter contagious, for she started letting out some giggles of her own. Perhaps spending my day with this child will not be as burdensome as I thought, she mused.
But just then, she felt another signal from her bladder that tensed up her body and cut her laughter short. Eep! I best refrain from putting unnecessary strain on myself.
“A-are you alright, Your Eminence,” asked Ahlbi.
Did my face betray me again? “Yes, I am fine,” Rayfa said with as her face returned to a frown. “And we are getting off-track from our tour. I believe we should move on from this park and explore the other landmarks.”
“Aw, are you sure? I haven’t even started talking about all the different queens and their histories,” said Ahlbi.
“I think we can conclude your knowledge of this area is sound enough. I would like to see if you just as knowledgeable at the other landmarks,” said Rayfa. That, and walking will help alleviate the pressure.
“Oh, gotcha!” Ahlbi nodded and turned to walk in a different direction. “If you’ll follow me, we can continue our tour of Khura’in!”
“I look forward to it,” replied Rayfa as she followed after him.
Part 2 coming soon
(How do these stories keep getting longer? D: )
Edited November 15, 2016 by MasterXploder
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Part 2 of 2(?)(Or the part where they pee)
Ooooh man, I gotta go.
The sun was almost directly above the kingdom now, but the temperature outside was roughly the same. Khura’in was built in the mountains, so cold breezes blowing through the streets were a normal occurrence. The monks who would climb to the base of the mountains to pray were well-trained in tolerating the cold, even when wearing something as little as a simple robe. Ahlbi looked up to them, hoping he would be able to do the same one day.
But right now, the cold air was not helping his full bladder.
Ahlbi quietly prayed to the Holy Mother that Rayfa had not noticed his need as their tour continued. As far as he knew, she had kept her eyes on him the entire time, especially when they were walking between spots. He was happy that the princess was so focused in her pursuit of making Khura’in a better place, but it also meant he couldn’t hold himself or do anything else that would ease the pain, but give away his predicament.
As they walked to their next spot, Ahlbi risked sneaking a peek at the priestess behind him. Strangely enough, she wasn’t looking right at him. Instead, her gaze was off to the side and there seemed to be a little bit of strain on her face. She looked grumpy for sure, but maybe there was something more to it?
Is something wrong with her? wondered Ahlbi. Oh man, I hope she’s not bored with my tour. I better step it up for this next spot. My entire hobby could be on the line here!
“Come on, Your Benevolence! Our next spot is just around this corner!” said Ahlbi, beckoning her with his hand.
“Hmm? Oh yes,” said Rayfa as she looked back at him. “I am, er, eager to see where you are taking us next.”
With this, Ahlbi jogged ahead, quietly appreciating the new sensations helping to ease his bladder’s pain. He was thankful that Shah’do decided to take a nap inside his shoulderbag, for he couldn’t run without the pup falling off his head.
“And now, we have arrived at…” Ahlbi’s smile dropped away immediately when he rounded the corner. Oh no…
Ahlbi and Rayfa now stood in a large circular plaza in the middle of the city, with shops and restaurants lining the edges. In the center were statues of teenaged women dressed in ceremonial clothing and posed as if they were in the middle of an elegant dance.
This was not what Ahlbi was worried about. What concerned him was the giant, elaborate fountain the statues were built on. Water poured and sprayed and trickled from every direction into the massive pool below, filling the plaza with the inescapable sound of tinkling.
Ahlbi swallowed the spit in his mouth as he looked at the fountain, then regretted that action. He didn’t need any more liquids traveling downstairs. The muscles in his legs tensed up just at the sight, heightening his desire to run to a toilet and do his best impression of a fountain cherub.
“Th-this is your next spot?” said Rayfa.
For a moment, Ahlbi considered lying and saying it was somewhere other than here so he get away from that fountain. His dedication to the princess and the kingdom, however, returned to him and forced him to abandon that idea. A good tour guide would not skip over a spot just because it was inconvenient to him. He would give the princess the best tour of her life if it killed him!
Or made him wet himself. Whichever one was worse.
“Yes, this is the p-place,” Ahlbi said. He cleared his throat and turned to face Rayfa, who had her eyes closed in concentration. “This is the Shappa’rahttu Center, also known as the beginning of Khura’in’s main shopping district. All kinds of things can be found on sale here, from locally-made products to imported goods from the Western hemisphere and beyond.”
“Yes, I believe some of the materials used in making my ceremonial outfits are purchased here,” commented Rayfa.
Ahlbi nodded. “Right. The officials say this is done so as a gesture to the c-commonfolk to remind them that the kingdom’s nobility still depends on its p-p… citizens.” Man, I can’t even say anything that rhymes with that word!
“A kingdom without citizens to rely on is no kingdom at all… mmm!” Rayfa suddenly furrowed her brow and tensed up.
“Something wrong, Your Benevolence?” asked Ahlbi.
Rayfa opened her eyes again. “No! Nothing, I just…” she smirked at him, “had an idea.”
“An idea?” I don’t know if I’m going to like this idea.
“All the information you have told me thus far has been sound,” started Rayfa, “but these are all things that one could learn simply by reading a guidebook.”
“I suppose so,” said Ahlbi.
“I may not know much on touring, but I believe a tour guide should know more about a city than its landmarks.”
“W-what do you mean?” asked Ahlbi.
To this, Rayfa smiled. “I would like to test your knowledge of the smaller parts of Khura’in. The places that matter more to the locals than the big tourist spots. If you truly know your stuff, you should be able to make anywhere a good tour spot.”
“A smaller place?” Ahlbi did his thinking motions, putting a little extra sway into his hips. I’ve been all over this city, but I’ve never rehearsed any of the smaller places. Do I really know enough to satisfy Her Benevolence? Where would I even start?
While he thought, his bladder sent out another signal, making him tense up. “Eep!” he whimpered.
Rayfa raised an eyebrow. “What was that all about?”
Ahlbi panicked. Forget all that, I gotta get away from this fountain, pronto! “Um, nothing! I just, um, thought of somewhere I could take you!” replied Ahlbi, leaning forward with his super-determined face.
“You do?” Rayfa smiled. “Then take me there on the double, tour guide.”
“Yes, Ma’am! This way, please!” Ahlbi took off on a stiff march, to where exactly he did not know. All that mattered was that every step took him further away from that darned fountain. He still had to pee quite badly, but maybe now he stood a chance of holding it until the tour was done.
I’m so glad Her Benevolence thought of this idea. She might have just saved my dignity, and my clothes! Ahlbi allowed himself to smile a little in hope. Maybe this tour will turn out alright after all!
***
Oh Holy Mother, what transgression have I committed to incur such misfortune?
Now that Ahlbi had his back turned to her, Rayfa could bite her lower lip. Her need for a restroom had gotten worse much quicker than she anticipated. The cold wind was partly to blame, as it seemingly cut through what little clothing she had down there and straight to her bladder.
Then there was that fountain. Just standing near it made her feel like she was genuinely going to lose control. If not for her quick thinking, she may very well have done so. It took everything she had to hold on then, let alone do it without giving away any hints to her desperation. When I get back home, I will order that accursed monument torn down!
The day was halfway done, but the prospect of holding out to sundown seemed more impossible with each passing minute. She could barely pay attention to anything the tour guide was talking about, or even where they were headed.
Come now, I am the future ruler of this kingdom, thought Rayfa. I must not let something as silly and minor as a need to visit the little girl’s room defeat me! I will endure this with all my power as High Priestess, and I will prevail! She raised a fist in determination and held it to her chest.
“Eep!”
Just then, a strong wave of desperation hit her body, instinctively forcing her hands back down and between her legs. She came to a stop in the road, her sandals audibly hitting the ground.
“Huh? What’s wrong?” Ahlbi spun around.
In an instant, Rayfa realized her compromising position and stood up straight, her hands by her side. “Er, nothing! I, um, merely stumbled on a-a loose stone, that’s all.”
She expected Ahlbi to say “okay” and continue walking. However, he kept giving her that same concerned look.
“What is it, tour guide? I-is there something on my face?” she asked.
“Um, Your Benevolence? Are you feeling okay?”
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” Oh dear, please don’t tell me…
“It’s just that…” Ahlbi started, his voice getting quieter as he spoke. “Your face is kinda red, and there’s, um, a little… sweat there?”
“S-sweat!?” Rayfa felt her face grow even warmer and became aware of some moisture on her brow.
“Please forgive me!” Ahlbi blurted out, lowering his head. “I-I didn’t mean to speak out of t-turn! I’m only looking out for your well-being!”
“My ‘well-being’ is just fine. You need not worry over me,” Rayfa replied, finding it difficult to hide the irritation in her voice.
Ahlbi lifted his head again. “I understand, Your Benevolence, but I can’t help but wonder about it. Why would anyone sweat when it’s so cold outside?”
What is with his fascination for my perspiration? “Um, there is an explanation for that! A simple one, really!”
“What is it?”
Oh dear, I didn’t think that far ahead. Rayfa’s eyes looked back and forth while she struggled for an answer. “Well, um, this sweat, er, is from… my hard work and dedication to the Kingdom!” Rayfa put her hands on her hips in a pose of faux-confidence.
For a few dragged-out seconds, Ahlbi stood unmoving and in silence. Please buy it, thought Rayfa, I don’t know how much longer I can stand in this pose.
“Makes sense to me!” Ahlbi smiled enough to show his missing tooth again. “Sometimes, I end up pretty sweaty after my training and touring, even when it’s not hot.”
Rayfa dropped her pose and quietly sighed. Good. Now maybe we can get moving again before something else-
“Defiant Dragon’s Blast!”
A loud bang and a bright flash of light suddenly went off close to Rayfa and Ahlbi.
“Pohlkunka!” yelled Ahlbi in surprise, jumping back on one foot. Unfortunately, he leaned too far to the side and found himself flailing his arm wildly before falling over, his leg raised in the air.
“Gyah!” Rayfa leapt back as well, keeping her footing intact. Immediately afterwards, a new sensation became apparent to her, of something warm and wet in her undergarments. She yelped again and pressed her legs together, her mind going in circles with panic.
Nothing more came out of her, much to her relief, but her hold felt shakier than ever. However, she had more important problems at hand. Who or what on earth was responsible for that bang? she thought as she looked around.
“Bahahahaha, oh man, your face! This never gets old!”
Rayfa looked to where the laughter was coming from, and found herself face-to-face with none other than Datz Are’bal, the former Defiant Dragon, escape artist, and lover of pranks himself.
“Y-you!” Rayfa felt her face growing red hot as her teeth clenched and her hands tensed up into fists. This man made me leak! Unforgivable! She finally threw her fists down and yelled “Nincompoop! Neanderthal! Dunderhead!”
“Oh come on,” said Datz as he wiped a tear from his eye. “You gotta admit that was pretty funny, right?”
“Guards!” yelled Rayfa.
From seemingly out of nowhere, four men in uniforms and masks appeared behind Rayfa and stood at attention.
“What is your bidding, Your Benevoleeeeeence?” said one guard.
Rayfa pointed towards Datz and said “Arrest this man for disturbing the peace!” And my pee!
“A-arrest?” The smile on Datz’ face vanished in an instant.
“At once, Your Benevolence!” The guards drew out their swords in a salute.
“Yikes! I picked the wrong person to prank today!” Datz jumped back in panic. He turned around and sprinted as fast as he could.
“Don’t let him escaaaaaaaaape!” Yelled the guard as the squad chased after the prankster.
As they ran out of sight, Rayfa brought her legs together again and looked around in worry. This is hopeless, she thought, I will not last another half-hour, let alone until sundown. Yet she did not know where a bathroom was. This was a part of Khura’in that she was unfamiliar with; all she could find were random buildings and people milling about, nothing resembling a public restroom.
Her face grew warm again as the reality finally hit her. There is no other way around it. I… I must swallow my pride and ask the tour guide for a bathroom.
“T-tour guide?” Rayfa slowly turned to where he last was, but to her dismay found that he was not there anymore. “Gone? But where-”
“Shah’do, wait! Come back!”
Out of the corner of her eye, Rayfa spotted the blue and white clothing of Ahlbi’s as he ran into a side street, chasing after the sound of a barking dog.
N-no! This will not do! Rayfa thought. I can’t wait for him to come back, I need to find a toilet now!
Not putting anymore thought into it, Rayfa ran down the side-street, quickly finding Ahlbi again, and tried her best to catch his pet dog.
***
Their chase took them through several alleys and small roads full of twists and turns. Every time one of them got close to Shah’do, he would dart out of their reach and down another road. Rayfa was not out of shape by any means, but it was still far more running than she was used to. Her lungs burned and her bladder muscles screamed in agony as she ran, but she remained hot on Ahlbi’s heels, who was just barely keeping up with Shah’do.
Little did she know, Ahlbi felt much the same way. His touring and occasional chasing after Shah’do helped keep him fit, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t wearing him out. His bladder was not helping matters either, for Datz’ firecracker had also caused him to leak into his underwear. He knew he could not take care of that until Shah’do was caught; if his dog caused any damage in its panic, he would certainly get in trouble with the princess behind him.
Finally, their chase brought them to a dead-end alleyway that looked rarely visited. Small trash littered the ground nearby, and a large dumpster took up half the walkway towards the end. Shah’do rounded the corner to the dumpster just as Ahlbi and Rayfa reached the alley.
“Okay… Shah’do,” said Ahlbi as he caught his breath. “You can… stop running now.”
“Stupid… dingbat dog,” Rayfa quietly grumbled under her breath. We must enact some sort of leash law when I return to the palace.
Ahlbi was the first to walk around the dumpster’s corner. “Come on now, boy. Just hop back in my bag and… what the!?” His eyes opened wide.
Rayfa raised an eyebrow as she walked up to Ahlbi. “Now what has gotten into you-huh!?”
The two of them stood with mouths agape at what Shah’do was getting up to. He was standing parallel to the wall with his hind leg raised in the air. A wet spot slowly grew on the wall with no sign of letting up, and a soft but unmistakable pitter-patter reached their ears.
The sight and sound of relief, even coming from an animal, sent a clear signal to Ahlbi’s bladder. He felt a sudden surge of pain worse than any other thus far, causing him to cry out and jam his hands between his legs. The damp spot on his underwear grew bigger and damper, even with his hands doing all they could to block the flow.
“W-what is wrong with you?” asked Rayfa. Please don’t tell me...
“I-I…” Ahlbi glanced around him with only one eye open. He wanted desperately to hold on a little longer and find a bathroom, but he knew he was at his limit. He was left with only one choice.
“I’m sorry, princess,” he started, “but I gotta pee, and I gotta pee right now! Please forgive-”
“Aah!”
At that moment, Rayfa’s stoic facade finally broke as a powerful surge of pain came from her bladder, perhaps out of sympathy for Ahlbi’s pain. She yelped and doubled over while biting her lip, for she was at the last of her strength as well.
“Your Benevolence? W-what’s wrong?” asked Ahlbi.
It was at this moment Rayfa realized that modesty was not possible anymore. “I-I can no longer hold it!” she yelled.
“W-what do you mean?”
Rayfa’s face turned redder than her tattoos. “I-I must go p-p… piddle! Immediately!”
Ahlbi’s eyes opened wide as the ball had finally dropped. “You too!?” he asked.
“Turn around! Now!” Rayfa immediately ordered.
“Yes, ma’am!” Ahlbi did as he was told.
Now that Rayfa had as much privacy as she was going to get, she hobbled behind the dumpster, feeling another spurt escape into her underwear. In one fluid motion, she squatted down while pulling her panties, a solid pink that matched her dress, to her knees.
Meanwhile, Ahlbi felt the last of his strength giving out and took action as well. He grabbed the outer end of his robe and pulled it aside, revealing his saturated boxer shorts. Once those were pulled down and nothing more laid in the way, he leaned his hips forward, knowing nature would take care of the rest.
Forgive me, Holy Mother, they both thought to themselves.
Two yellow-tinted streams, one sailing horizontally with the other falling at a downward angle, shot out at the same time. Ahlbi’s flow was solid and strong, landing on the wall above his knee level even though he stood at least a few feet away. Rayfa’s pee came out more like a raging torrent, powerful but chaotic, as it splattered on the ground, quickly creating a large, bubbly puddle.
Their whizzing produced a lot of noise, enough that anyone passing by could tell what they were doing without even looking. There was much more sound than the water hitting the ground, however. For all of her elegance and pride, Rayfa could not help but moan with her mouth wide open as the relief she so desperately sought had finally come to her. She could also do nothing about the hissing noise coming from below, another testament to the power of her flow. Ahlbi was not as vocal with his pleasure due to his body’s natural wiring, but he still let out a long sigh of satisfaction. Neither of them could recall the last time they had to go so badly.
But while the immediate relief took up a good deal of Ahlbi’s mind, there was a curiosity growing within him as well. Having grown up mostly around other boys in training, Ahlbi had never spent much time near girls, and now one was peeing right behind him, the High Priestess no less! Man, the guys at the temple would go nuts if I told them about this!
The urge to sneak a peek to see how much different girls were from boys was strong, almost as strong as his urge to pee just a minute ago, but his gaze stayed straight ahead. Relieving oneself was a very private affair, and invading that privacy, especially to the High Priestess, would make him beyond salvation in the eyes of the Holy Mother. That, and fleeing from the royal guard did not sound like a good way to spend his afternoon.
Instead, he looked down and smiled, focusing on the pleasing feeling of his pent-up urine finally passing out of his body. Like many other boys, he had learned the habit of always looking to make sure his aim was on target when in the bathroom. There was no real target to hit out in the alley, but he found it oddly satisfying to see his pee hitting the wall and running down to the ground, forming a puddle just short of his shoes.
Rayfa had no such sight to entertain herself with, nor did she want there to be. Now that the initial surge of pleasure had tapered off, the reality of what she was doing was hitting her hard. The High Priestess and future ruler of an entire kingdom was out in the open with her unmentionables exposed and relieving herself in some alley like a stray animal. Granted, it was in a very unpopulated area, and the only other person there was too busy handling his own business to pay attention, but it didn’t change the fact that her actions were highly unbecoming of a princess.
Rayfa hung her head in shame as her pee continued. She wanted this sordid affair to be over with so she could find somewhere to feel shameful in peace. Unfortunately, her stream did not want to end. She just kept going and going with no end in sight, thoroughly soaking the concrete beneath her. How it was even possible for someone to hold this much, she might never know.
Over a minute passed before their bladders reached their end. Ahlbi’s stream hit lower and lower on the wall until it was hitting the ground, while Rayfa’s turned into more of a leak than a torrent. They each gave a few last spurts, and their pee time was done.
“Whew, much better!” Ahlbi smiled as he shook out the last few drops. He paused to admire the marking he left on the wall and floor, but quickly remembered he wasn’t the only one here. “Um, are you okay, Your Benevolence?” asked Ahlbi while still looking away.
Rayfa perked her head up. “Y-yes, I am fine,” she replied, “would you happen to have anything in that bag of yours that I could, er, clean up with?”
“Clean up with? Um, lemme check,” said Ahlbi. He rummaged around in his shoulder-bag until he pulled out some tissues. A proper tour guide is always prepared for any situation, he thought to himself. Well, almost any situation.
“Here you go, on your left side,” he said as he passed the tissues to her, doing his best to keep his body and eyes forward.
“Thank you,” replied Rayfa, taking the tissues and tending to herself.
While Rayfa handled that, Ahlbi pulled his underwear back up and put his robe back in order. He still felt the dampness of his underwear, but that would wear off sooner or later.
He soon felt something tugging on his sock, making him look down. “Oh hey, Shah’do!” He bent down to pick up his pup and put him back on his head. “I bet you feel better too, huh?”
Shah’do barked in response.
Meanwhile, Rayfa had finished wiping, so she stood back up, pulling up her panties as she did. She winced as the wetness brushed against her. Why did I even bother to wipe? She sighed and stepped away from her very large puddle, tossing the used tissues inside the dumpster.
“Tour guide,” said Rayfa.
“Huh?” Ahlbi looked over to her. “Oh, I bet you feel a lot bett-”
“We must leave, now,” said Rayfa in the bluntest of tones.
“Wha-huh? Now?”
“Yes, before anyone sees us. This moment never happened, understood?”
“Oh, right. This way, Your Benevolence.” Ahlbi started down the alley, with Rayfa following after him.
The alleyway fell back into silence for a few minutes, seemingly devoid of life. Suddenly, a hand reached out of the dumpster and grabbed the edge. A man climbed out and jumped onto the alley floor, revealing himself as none other Datz.
“Looks like the coast is finally clear,” said Datz as he brushed random bits of garbage off him. He looked and pulled his scarf over his nose. “I better lay low for a few days at the usual hiding spot, at least until they forget they’re looking for me.”
As he finished his monologue, his face grew warm as he recalled what he had just experienced in the last few minutes. “Aaaaand I’m just gonna pretend that I didn’t hear or smell whatever just happened here.”
With that, Datz walked out of the alley while he whistled a tune with his hands behind his back, whatever could make him less conspicuous. He rounded the corner, and all was quiet for a moment.
“There he is! Get hiiiiiiim!”
“Oh, come on!”
(With thanks to Captain L for editing) |
(A/N: So I always planned to have some kind of epilogue to this story since the last chapter ended so abruptly. However, I kept putting it off in favor of new stories, so apologies for resurrecting this fic from the dead. Hope you all enjoy it.)
EpilogueOr the part where they come to terms with what happened
“Okay, I think we’re far enough away now,” said Ahlbi as he looked around. The two of them found their way back to the shopping plaza and stood by the fountain, with Shah’do snoozing on Ahlbi’s head. The many noises of running water had much less of an effect on them now that they no longer had to make water of their own.
There might have been noise from the fountain and people going about their day, but it didn’t stop an awkward silence from following the two since they left the alleyway. Ahlbi had more than a few lines to break the ice for when taking people on tours, but he never thought of one for talking to a princess after sharing a pee with her in a public location. Nothing he could see in his immediate surroundings gave him any help, either.
Much as he tried not to, his gaze eventually found its way onto Rayfa. He had expected her to be scowling, or at least look a little grumpy, but she wasn’t like that at all. Instead, she was looking down at the ground and rather downtrodden, like how he would look whenever he got a scolding at the temple.
“Um, Your Benevolence?” asked Ahlbi.
“Hmm? What is it?” Rayfa snapped out of her thoughts.
“Are you doing alright? You seem kinda down.”
“Er, I’m fine. You need not have concern for me,” said Rayfa.
“Are you sure? I’m just looking out for you after all the running we did, and then… you know.”
Rayfa’s eyes narrowed. “I hope you’re not about to comment on my perspiration again.”
“N-no, I wasn’t!” said Ahlbi. Not anymore, at least!
“Good, and as I recall, we agreed to not speak about that moment again, correct?”
“Um, right.”
“Then I suggest we drop it and move on from that…” Rayfa put a hand on her chest and glanced away. “Disgraceful, humiliating, awful moment,” she continued with a smaller voice.
Silence followed once again as neither of them knew what to say next. Ahlbi looked on at the crestfallen princess, feeling a little down himself. His tour with the High Priestess had gone entirely off the rails, and now neither of them were satisfied. If there was an award for the worst tour guide ever, he would be the winner for sure.
But looking at Rayfa, he realized that there were more important things to take care of. He might have failed at his job as a tour guide, but there was still his duty as a monk, and Rayfa needed that more than anything else.
“Um, it really bothers you, doesn’t it?” he asked.
“What? W-what makes you say that?” Rayfa crossed her arms.
“I mean, I understand if you’re mad at me. I just wanted to give you a really good tour of the kingdom, but then I lost control of Shah’do and you had to do something really embarrassing.”
“Tour guide.”
“I accept full responsibility for what happened.” Ahlbi put his hands together and bowed. “You may punish me however you like. All I ask is that you forgive me for trying to do something I wasn’t capable of.”
Rayfa stared at Ahlbi for a while, opening her mouth a couple times as if to speak. The seconds passed by like minutes to Ahlbi until Rayfa shook her head.
“I… cannot forgive you,” she said.
Ahlbi’s heart sank. “B-but why?”
“Because there is nothing to forgive. What transpired there was not of your doing. If anyone is to blame for that incident, it is me.”
“No, Your Benevolence!” Ahlbi shook his head. “You don’t have to blame yourself for this.”
“I’m afraid I must,” replied Rayfa, her voice slow and unwavering. “I had need of the facilities before I even bumped into you this morning, but I believed I could hold off until I returned home. Even when it became urgent, I could not bring myself to ask for a quick stop.”
“But I had to go the whole time, too,” said Ahlbi, “and I really didn’t want to say anything, either.”
“Yes, but I was the one who asked to be led away from this fountain, simply because I feared it would make me lose control. Had I not done so, we would not have run into that… dunderhead.” Rayfa’s voice turned harsh at the last word. “And then we never would have had to chase your dog and be forced to…” She shook her head in place of finishing the sentence.
“Y-Your Benevolence…”
“Would you please stop referring to me that way?” said Rayfa bluntly.
“W-why?”
“Because…” She frowned again. “I am not feeling very much like a high priestess right now. Not after that.”
Ahlbi found himself lowering his head. “Oh… You’re still the high priestess to me, though. I don’t think any less of you.”
“That is… comforting, but it does not change the facts. I am a high-ranking member of the Khura’inese government, yet I am guilty of the crime of p-p… public urination.” Rayfa looked up towards the statues of the dancing girls. “I look at the high priestesses before me, and all I see are grace and elegance. How can I aspire to their greatness when I have done something so vulgar and ugly and, and…” Her head lowered until she could see her reflection in the water, the many ripples distorting her figure so it could not hope to match the beauty of the statues.
Ahlbi felt his heartstrings tug again. He just had to say something, do something to pull Rayfa out of her funk, but he did not have the slightest clue on how to do that. He was just a kid, nobody special in particular. All he really knew how to do was give tours and tell people about the kingdom’s history. Interesting tidbits were his domain, and that did not include anything about counseling another person.
Or did it?
“W-wait, Your Benevolence,” he spoke with a renewed vigor, “You don’t have to feel so down about it.”
Rayfa looked up at him with annoyance. “And why should I not?”
Ahlbi took a moment to collect himself before speaking. Not even he was entirely sure where he was going, but it was worth a shot. “You believe that having an embarrassing moment like that makes you unfit to call yourself the high priestess, right?”
“I thought that would have been clear.”
Ahlbi shook his head. “But I don’t think so. In fact, I think that makes you more like the high priestesses of the past than ever.”
Raya’s mouth and eyes opened in a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. “I… am not sure I follow you, tour guide.”
“Please, allow me to explain.” Ahlbi pointed at one of the statues of the priestesses. “You know about the former priestess Tashya’Kukeys, right?”
“How could I not? She was instrumental in the talks that brokered peace with the neighboring kingdoms. Khura’in has not seen war since her reign.”
“Right,” nodded Ahlbi, “but that happened when she was queen. Back when she was high priestess, she wasn’t quite so graceful.”
“How so?” asked Rayfa, eyebrow raised.
Ahlbi rubbed the back of his head. “Well, there was this scandal back then where Tashya was having a dinner with some ambassadors from other countries. She was fed some bad sushi and ended up, um, losing her lunch on one of the emissaries.”
Rayfa’s hand flew up to her mouth. “She… what!? Is this true?”
Ahlbi nodded once more. “It was a big deal from what I’ve read. The newspapers were all over it, and Tashya didn’t show herself in public for weeks.”
“I can imagine why. If I had done something like that, I would probably never leave my room again.”
“She wasn’t the only one to go through something like that.” Ahlbi pointed to a particularly well-endowed statue. “Frasha over there performed the first televised Divination Seance, and nearly every TV in Khura’in tuned in to see it.”
“That sounds like quite the honor.”
“It did, but then she had a... wardrobe malfunction during the seance, so the whole kingdom got to see, er, things they weren’t supposed to see.” Ahlbi’s cheeks turned red while he divulged this fact, but it did not compare to the blush on Rayfa.
“A… a wardrobe malfunction? Surely, you jest!” she spoke with a hand on her chest.
“It’s the truth! That incident is one of the reasons why they don’t televise court cases in Khura’in anymore, and why the ceremonial garb was modified to be more modest.”
“Goodness.” Rayfa stared at the statue. “I had only ever heard of her successes in promoting equality among the differing genders and races. I never would have imagined something so embarrassing would have befallen her.”
“That’s what I’m trying to say, Your Benevolence,” Ahlbi said with another nod, “Many of the high priestesses before you had their share of embarrassing moments, but it didn’t stop them from becoming beloved queens of Khura’in.”
“I… suppose not.”
“And look at you. You’re not even queen yet, but you’ve already helped free us from the tyranny of the DC act.” Ahlbi leaned forward, both his and Shah’do’s eyes full of passion. “In fact, I’d say you’re well on your way to being one of our best queens ever!”
Rayfa gasped and leaned back, her mouth hanging open. “T-tour guide…” she said in a half-whisper.
“Um, y-yes?”
“Do you… really think that highly of me? Even after that moment, and when I believed you to be guilty of murder?”
“I do. With all of my love for Khura’in.”
For what seemed like forever, neither of them said a word, simply looking at each other, Ahlbi with an earnest smile and Rayfa with an unsure open mouth. Then, slowly, Ahlbi could see the sides of Rayfa’s mouth slowly pulling upwards. In that moment, he felt an elation growing with him he had not felt since the day the DC Act was struck down.
But all it took was the sound of a growling stomach to pull them out of the moment.
“Er, was that…” Rayfa asked, the smile on her dropping away in a flash.
“Eh heh, sorry about that, Your Benevolence.” Ahlbi clutched his belly. “I guess all that running used up the rest of my breakfast.”
Rayfa quietly giggled, finding her smile again. “You need not apologize. It has been an eventful morning for us, and I am feeling rather peckish, myself. You would not happen to know of anywhere we could eat, would you?”
“I do! Lots of them!” said Ahlbi. “There’s a noodle shop not far from here that I visit all the time. They make the best ramen, and I could really go for some right now. Um, that is, if that’s what you desire.”
Rayfa nodded. “Ramen sounds as good as anything right now. Please, guide me there.”
“Will do!” Ahlbi turned around.
“Wait, tour guide,” said Rayfa, “I must know one more thing.”
Ahlbi turned back around and asked “What is it, Your Benevolence?”
Just then, Rayfa’s eyes lowered and brow furrowed into a piercing glare. Her next words came in a deadly serious tone.
“You did not peek, did you?”
Ahlbi’s smile turned into panic as he lowered his head and brought his hands together as if begging for mercy. Even some of Shah’do’s hair stood on end. “N-no, I didn’t look! I kept my head forward the entire time, honest!” Visions of being thrown in prison and his dreams of monkdom forever dashed filled Ahlbi’s mind. Honesty may have been on his side, but it offered little comfort in the petrifying gaze of the High Priestess.
But just then, Rayfa’s glare changed into a smirk, though for a moment, Ahlbi did not know whether to feel glad or not.
“Hmm, you are very fortunate that I believe you,” said Rayfa.
“I-I am?” Ahlbi blinked.
“Indeed, otherwise I would certainly have to have you arrested for crimes of a most perverse nature.”
“Eh heh heh, n-no need for that!” Ahlbi put a hand behind his head.
“Fortunately not. Now I believe you were leading me somewhere to eat?”
“Er, right! It’s over this way, Your Benevolence!” Ahlbi spun around, the speed causing Shah’do to grip his head extra hard to stay on. He then let out a bark in protest.
“Indeed, please take us there on the double…” Rayfa turned her head upward and smiled. “Barkhead.” |
Neither of these two looked natural as they wandered through the slums of the Capital City of Lugunica. Natsuki Subaru, absolute total stranger to this entire world, already looked weird in his completely foreign tracksuit, carrying a bag of an unknown material, and even just his angry face. His companion, Emilia, already looked out of place wearing a fancy white dress with purple lace trimmings in such a poor neighborhood. If they paid enough attention to tell she was at least part elf, her silver hair would incite a lot of bystander prejudice, so it was better for both of them that no one around here cared about anything but themselves.
"Satella, do you know anything about where we're going," Subaru asked.
Emilia had given him a fake name, but given the alias, she still knew he was referring to her. "I mean...a thief would live in the slums, right?" She did not sound sure.
Subaru, somehow being the more worldly of the two despite just appearing in this world, stepped in. "Whatever the thief stole, if it belonged to a lovely lady such as yourself, it has to be worth something. So she'd bring it to a pawn shop, and this looks like just the place to run one." To prove his point, he hailed down a local passing by. "Hey, bro! We in the right direction to a shop for stolen goods?"
The guy looked confused, but he pointed down the path they were taking. "The Loot House is that way..."
Subaru gave Emilia a thumbs-up. "Okay, so we're on the right track!" They walked off in that direction, leaving the random person probably going to forget anything happened.
Emilia's long hair rustled, and out emerged Puck, the fluffiest spirit companion a girl could ever have, coming to rest on her shoulder this time. "Lia, do you think you're going to be alright? I mean...I can tell, you're struggling a little."
Being a Spirit Arts user, Emilia had a connection with the magical apparitions, in a symbiotic relationship. Given that Puck's power would pass through her body if she was the caster, he was aware of her general bodily condition. And right now, he could sense that Emilia was holding her bladder, though he wasn't sure on the magnitude, he had no idea just how much there was, just how badly she needed to pee.
She was kind of ashamed that she let it get this urgent. When she rescued Subaru from a gang of muggers this morning, letting the thief who stole her medallion escape, she thought she was doing the right thing. When she felt the first pangs of her bladder while waiting for him to wake up afterwards, she ignored it because there were other things to worry about and plenty of time to answer nature's call later. She did not expect that Subaru would hang around her, pledge himself to her service, stay with her until her lifted belonging was found. Emilia never would have brought it up, she was not an extrovert by any stretch, but now every fluid that entered her system today was requesting exit, and she couldn't bring herself to tell her companion of her condition.
She didn't seem to mind discussing it with Puck, though. "What does it matter," she whispered. "I don't think I'd find a toilet anywhere around here anyway."
"Honestly, they may not even have chamber pots," the spirit conjectured. "But just continuing to be quiet about it won't help either. I mean, it certainly won't do your reputation much good if you have an accident out here."
"Or if I had one while getting my emblem back," she absentmindedly continued, before shaking herself out of it. "No, but I'm going to make it. It's just a matter of being strong."
Puck did an adorable little shrug. "If you think you've got a chance, I won't argue. But I'd be a little more wary if I were you."
They were silent for the next minute, not even Subaru attempting to make conversation, just all focusing on the walk. It was Emilia who broke the silence, mumbling to Puck. "Maybe...maybe we should come up with a contingency plan."
"That bad, huh?" Emilia nodded, very somberly and upset. "Alright, it's good thinking nevertheless. Unless you plan to barge into one of these random shacks, somewhere behind them is your best bet."
She was taken back a little by his suggestion. "You came up with that a little too quickly."
"It's the logical answer."
"Well, I'm not doing it...not yet, at least. Maybe when it's a total emergency, I'll consider it." She caught something she said, and quickly retracted. "If! If it's a total emergency!"
"What are you whispering about over there," Subaru asked, stopping in place, bringing the group to a halt with him. A chill ran down Emilia's spine, with the horrifying implication that their private conversation may have been overheard.
Thankfully, Puck stepped in, flying in front of Subaru's face to keep attention on him. "Just spirit stuff, nothing you've got any stake in."
Subaru placed his right hand's thumb and index finger on his chin, looking downwards with eyes closed in a "sinister smile" kind of way. "That's right! When it comes to magic and spirits, I am..." He pointed up to the sky triumphantly. "Completely clueless!" Not really something to brag about, but it wasn't unusual for him.
Point was, it got him off the topic of Emilia, that's all Puck was aiming for. Satisfied, he flew back to Emilia's shoulder as their wandering resumed. "Thank you, Puck," she praised, "I really don't want him knowing that much."
"No problem, Lia. Purely curious, how bad are you right now?"
The half-elf looked embarrassed, as she probably should be, and dragged her feet in the dirt a little. "I...I lost a little into my underwear just then."
"Oh...that's certainly not good. Like, really not good." Admittedly, Emilia was usually very good about taking breaks when she needed them, Puck hadn't had much of a chance to see her desperate, but he imagined that meant she was close to her limit.
"No, it isn't...I don't think I can make it much longer." Honestly, she was doing a pretty good job of hiding it, it's not like her legs were crossed, she wasn't grabbing herself, she wasn't dancing, she looked pretty normal. But she could tell, it was torturous. Like there might be an explosion if something wasn't done soon, or preferably immediately.
Given Emilia's reluctance to take care of this a little more "naturally", Puck didn't know what he should suggest. It was clear, she was going to need help, she'd rather take it from the spirit she's known for a long time, it was his time to step up, for her sake. And, just his luck, a possible solution presented itself right along their journey. "Lia, there's a stream right up ahead..."
"Oh no...how's that going to help me?"
"...alright, now I see why it might cause problems. But there's also bound to be a lot of lesser spirits there, ones that know this area better than any of us. Perhaps it would do you good to ask them for assistance."
That was it, that was the shot of optimism Emilia needed just as desperately. "Thank you, that's exactly what I...hear...that's good." She was starting to lose her grip on language now, that was a bad sign of impending doom.
As they crossed the bridge over the creek, Subaru had no reason to stop, not until a dozen or so feet later when he could no longer hear footsteps not his own. Turning back to locate his lost companion, he found Emilia at the bridge's apex, looking out over the water. "Satella, we don't have much time. I've got the suspicion that it may not be safe here after dark." True, the sun was now setting over the horizon, bathing the slums in an orange glow. Honestly, Subaru would have understood if Emilia had stopped just to admire the view.
"There's a lot of lesser spirits here, it's my duty to offer them my grace." She closed her eyes, let her head fall, and clasped her hands together in prayer. She looked very dignified, but that was honestly because she was doing everything in her power to keep composure. In actuality, she was asking the collective spirits one question: What's the most private location really close by?
They didn't answer with Lugunican language, the response instead placed directly into Emilia's thoughts, almost like a vision. It showed her a sorry-looking abandoned shack, while simultaneously giving her the idea that it was further ahead, and that they were guiding her to behind it. I am in your debt, spirits. With that bit of assurance, she rejoined Subaru up ahead. He seemed impressed by her connection to the extradimensional beings, while she was just happy that things might end okay for her.
For the next several minutes, Emilia was frequently looking around at everything to find that hovel. She didn't know its exact location, just that they were going to pass it. It would have been so much easier if she didn't have the constant, stabbing orb of urine in her abdomen. The way it kept pulsating, waves crashing against her muscles, it would be so much easier if it would stay still, be a solid mass. Actually... "Puck, how good is your ice magic?" She knew what he was capable of, but she had never tried something like this.
"No." Very blunt. "I sympathize with your pain, but we're not trying anything like that. I'll sooner let you have an accident than risk serious injury." A noble sentiment, but still one that got Emilia a little ticked off, since it didn't help her at all. Not that she would argue, hard to believe considering how fluffy and adorable he was, but Puck could be very stalwart. "And isn't there something else you should be thinking about?"
"How I'm going to clean this dress?"
"How you're going to explain running off. You don't want Subaru to know about your business, right? So what are you going to say when you find this place?"
He had a very good point. If she were to just tell Subaru "wait here, I'm going to pee", then this whole charade of acting like nothing was wrong would all be wasted. She was going to need an excuse, but what could she say? She was already bad at lying under any normal circumstance, never mind with how little concentration she could spare now. She had to think, with all the focus she had available, what kind of an excuse would work. Would Subaru question anything if she just said there was something she needed to do? Would he be any the wiser if she claimed it was spirit related? She didn't know him enough to have a full understanding of his personality.
So preoccupied with that, she almost missed that she was passing the hut in question, only barely noticing it out of the corner of her eye. She stopped dead in her tracks, looking it over frantically. It looked exactly like the vision, this had to be it. Now, without proper preparation, she needed to improvise a rationalization for why she was taking sudden interest in this shed's grounds. Something good and believable... "Sorry Subaru, I'll be right back," she choked out as she ran out of sight.
"Wait, Satella," he called out. "Puck, what is she doing," he then asked the spirit who had been left behind. Now it was Puck's chance to cover for his master, say something understandable. He shrugged and followed her around the corner, leaving Subaru alone and very confused.
Turning past the edge of the building, Puck found Emilia again, but also more than either had bargained for. Now right in front of them was a short blond girl with a long red scarf, also large knife sheathed at her waist, a black strip of fabric around her chest that barely counted as a top, caught with her pants at her ankles...literally, as her gloved hands were pressed around her privates, aiming a healthy stream of urine onto the wall in front of her. She seemed just as surprised to see them. "Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"S-sorry," Emilia sputtered, trying to leave and give this poor girl her privacy without looking any further. Unfortunately, she couldn't just stop hearing it, that sound of liquids hitting a hard surface with no negligible force echoing in her head. It wasn't quite "water hitting water" that would have immediately sent her over the edge, but it was close, another tidal wave in her bladder warning that she wasn't getting another chance. This time, there was no dignity to keep, she buried her hands straight into her crotch, pushing the front of her dress against her panties in an attempt to keep herself marginally dry. If she had to disgrace herself like this, at least it was only another girl seeing.
That girl looked over her intruder, how sorry a state she seemed to be in, and sighed. "Fine, if you have to piss that bad, I guess...whatever, then." Then she noticed that Puck was still observing everything happening, though not very closely. "And you, flying thing, don't look!"
Really, Emilia didn't have a problem if Puck saw anything, but he still obeyed and turned away for cover. "M-many thanks," the half-elf barely managed to say, lifting the flare of her dress up past her waist and holding it in place with her forearms, exposing her slightly stained underwear, the yellow showing very well on the white fabric matching her normal clothes, down to the purple frills. Just in time, as a little spurt escaped into them, growing the wet patch.
This was when Emilia had to face the final obstacle between her and sweet relief: she had absolutely no idea how to do this. Proper receptacles were the only experience she had, this was a big deviation from that. Clearly, this other girl had done this plenty, doing her business like this was the most ordinary way to do it. Not her proudest action, but Emilia started looking closer for some kind of hint. Until she was caught, of course. "If you're going to stare like that, get out!"
"N-no, I've just-"
"-never done this before? I can tell by your clothes, you're probably a noble or something. Forgive me if I'm not leaping at the chance to teach you."
"I wasn't asking you to!" Emilia had seen enough, she had the very basic idea of what to do here. Even at this last moment, the final second she could hold out, she still hesitated before dropping her final garment. She did, though, putting her girlhood out in the open. It wasn't exactly the same, but she tried repositioning it a little with her hands, just because this other girl was.
At that point, she couldn't hold it anymore. She had done an admirable job making it this long, but now it was time to give into desire and let loose. Barely after she noticed she had lost control, a quite powerful golden stream shot out, crashing against the wood wall she was standing a foot away from without losing much height. "Ahhhhhh," she moaned out. "That feels good...I needed to relieve myself so bad..."
The girl giggled. "'Relieve myself'? I haven't heard anyone say that in a long time. But yeah, if you needed to piss so bad you didn't care if you were alone, you're gonna have no problem doing it standing up. Oh, my name's Felt, by the way." She probably would have extended a hand to shake, but...you know.
Felt waited to receive a name, but received no response. Emilia didn't just give out her name, and if she gave her name as Satella to a local, there'd be issues. Felt just attributed it to being a little too lost in emptying herself, and let it slide. The two just kept wordlessly peeing beside each other for a short while, until Emilia broke the silence. "So...do you do this often?"
"...right, higher class. Bathrooms are kind of a luxury here, using the dirt around your own house is the norm."
This is her house?! Besides the pity she felt for this little girl living in such a disheveled state, she was a little embarrassed that she almost used Felt's house as her toilet. Well...I guess that's just what happens around here, it wouldn't have been that bad...right? "You're really okay with just doing this in the open? What if someone tried to look?"
"Someone like you? That's what this little baby is for," she declared, shaking her hip a little to bring attention to that deadly knife. "Listen, you just do what you have to. We don't have anything close to what you do, remember that. Safe housing, good food, those cute panties..." Emilia didn't even realize it before, but yeah, she checked, there was nothing inside Felt's pants sitting at the ground. And those pants looked tight, too, she couldn't imagine that being comfortable.
Just around then, Felt's pee started to die down, no longer reaching the wall. She tilted herself forward a little to make sure nothing dropped straight down, and soon there was nothing left. She shook herself a little, and bent down to pull her pants back up. "Remember to do something to dry yourself off when you're done. Though I guess a little extra wetness in your panties won't matter," she chuckled.
Emilia's high power decreased as well, she could feel herself getting close to being finished. She may have been full to bursting, but with a thick, heavy release like that, it wouldn't take long. Taking Felt's advice, she shook herself free of a couple drops, though they fell into her underwear so it didn't mean much, they felt equally uncomfortable when she pulled them back on, though they were easily ignorable when her dress dropped back down to cover them.
"There you go, see? Not too hard to go outside your comfort zone," Felt consoled. "I have things to do, later. And ask before you use someone else's house next time." With that, she jumped onto the neighboring roof and ran off...in the same direction Emilia was heading before this little detour.
"You can turn back around, Puck. We're done." The spirit rejoined her, and they left the scene behind, hoping no one would find the evidence.
As soon as they rounded the corner, Subaru was back in sight, watching Felt run across the rooftops. Once the sound of Emilia's approaching footsteps increased, he noticed their return. "Satella, you're alright! Good job finding her, we can catch that thief if we hurry." He ran off after Felt, Emilia following before she had time to process what he said.
Though, now that he mentioned it, Felt did look familiar, she was just a little too distracted to put the pieces together, and she felt pretty flustered about the mistake. Puck, meanwhile, found it hilarious, laughing as loud as he could as he rolled on Emilia's shoulder. "Amazing, Lia! And amazing that Felt didn't notice either! You had the chance to get your emblem back, and you...pissed it away!"
"Don't talk like that! You didn't notice either!"
"I wasn't allowed to look! Now run faster!" Emilia growled, but they sprinted up towards the Loot House, to confront Felt the thief and finally set this all right. Though, maybe it was better she got the chance to do her business before the proper meeting. She probably wouldn't be very convincing if she really looked like she might explode on the spot, her white dress rapidly turning a different color. She got a second chance, and she'd use it well.
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Author's Note:
Everyone in this story is minutes away from death. Isn't that just pleasant?
Edited November 16, 2016 by Captain L
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I remember the first time I looked at a girl, and felt myself growing hard. She had long black hair with a white streak on the back of her head. She was slim, and had nice, slender thighs and long, long shapely legs. She lived near our home, and I used to see her quite often as I walked home from the bus stop after school. It was a most pleasurable experience, and I soon found out I could enhance my pleasure by masturbating.
It actually took a few months before fantasies to develop which accompanied my masturbation, but within a few months, I found myself thinking about another girl, Hazel, who lived across the street. She too, was slim and had long legs. I remember seeing her standing outside her front door, frantically pounding on the door bell, her legs squeezed tightly together in what was obviously a desperate attempt to stop her self from wetting her pants.
Almost immediately, I was aware of an extraordinary reaction in my body. The way she was standing with her knees bent, banging on the door bell with one hand and clutching herself with the other was a tremendous turn-on. I had found my fantasy! And ever since then, whenever I see an attractive (young) woman with long legs, I visualise in my mind her last few moments of desperation as trickles begin to run down those shapely legs as she loses control and starts to wet her pants. I am most definitely a ‘leg’ guy, and I wonder if others of us who are turned on by female desperation tend also to be the same.
My favorite scenario is the young woman who is wearing a fairly short dress which shows off those great legs - especially if the dress material is of a type which shows wetness by going dark. Blue denim is just right. For me, watching the streams run down her legs is the real dream - streams jn the air do nothing for me. All through high-school, and into first year at university I kept my fantasy to myself. I thought others would think me sick if I mentioned it. I saw a few girls in desperation, but never had the thrill of seeing a real pant wetting accident.
At the end of my first year in University, I went for a holiday with some friends to the west of Ireland. When we arrived at the guest house on Saturday afternoon, I met a really attractive girl called Betty. She filled my fantasies completely: She was slim, blond, and had long shapely legs. She had a distinct tendency to wear shortish skirts. Very soon, to my joy, we were spending the first evening chatting together. The next day was Sunday, and we all went to church (it was a christian guesthouse!). After church Betty and I went for a walk along the shore. She was wearing her best, red dress, which came down to about two inches above her knees. Soon we were holding hands. After half an hour or so we stopped for a rest in a small shelter, near a cliff called the “Diamond Rocks”. We sat down on the bench, and started kissing. I remember how incredibly hot her lips felt, as if she was really excited. After a few moments. she leant forwards and said in a tense little voice:
“I’m embarrassed, I’ve sat in a damp patch.”
Well, I was certain that was not true, for I had seen the bench before we sat down, and it was dry as a bone.
“Well, stand up then” I said.
Betty blushed and stood up, then turned around. Sure enough, there was a round damp patch about 3 inches across the back of her dress. She turned to face me, and in a moment I was holding her very close.
“Betty”, I whispered into her ear, “I think you’ve wet your pants - right?”
She pulled away from me, tears welling from her eyes - “No, I haven’t” she snapped crossly. Then she was silent, as if ashamed of her cross response to me, and looked at me steadily with those lovely hazel eyes. I took her hands in mine and drew her close. She did not resist, and in a moment she whispered the sexiest words I could imagine:
“I am desperate - I don’t know what to do” she moaned.
“Just let go” I urged, sitting down on the bench while she stood facing me, still holding onto my hands.
Betty didn’t say anything. She let go my hand, clasped her hands together and pressed them tightly between her knees, pressing her dress tightly against her crotch. She leaned forwards from her waist, and bending her knees squeezed her legs tightly together. Then she groaned, and I heard the faintest hissing sound as she started to wet her pants. In a moment or so, a dark patch began to well up under her wrists, quickly working its way down the front of her red dress as little trickles began to run down between her thighs, curved around the back of her legs just below her knees, and then swirled around the lower part of her legs and over her ankles.
That image of Betty wetting her pants has stayed with me all these years. Her shapely legs dripping wet, the soaked front of her dress as she wet through her panties into her hands. The agonized expression on her face as she looked down at her soaked dress, her long blond hair hanging down in front of her shoulders.
Afterwards, we ran through the surf to conceal her accident by both getting soaked inj spray from the Atlantic breakers which splashed over the rocks.
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So, that was my first, and probably most vivid experience of seeing an attractive young women wet her pants. As I went through college I tried to manipulate other girls into situations where they were desperate, but really found it unsatisfactory. They would invariably be able to hold it for longer than I thought possible, apparently reaching a ‘plateau’ of discomfort. And of course, they would be very irritable and that was not at all conducive to the type of intimate interaction which affords the best views. Almost always they were able to find some place to relieve themselves in a conventional; manner before desperation turned into disaster.
So, I changed my tactics, and through graduate school and later a single postdoc fellow, I used to talk about my fantasies in a non-threatening manner when the girl and I had reached a high level of confidence. If she was not turned off by my suggestion, we would, after a few attempts, have some great ‘deliberate desperation’ situations. These for me were the best, because the prospect of seeing her wet her pants really turned me on, and the longer she was able to hold on, the harder I became. Also, she was spared the humiliation of public embarrassment. And if the girl was not interested in this - we usually just became good friends while I followed up other leads.
During my 10 years of university life, I dated about 15 girls. Of these, 3 became regular panty wetters, and four others managed to do it at least once. |
Holly woke up that morning with that familiar feeling in her nether regions, having not used the bathroom since she got back from school the previous day and drinking coke and hot chocolate before bed. She stayed under the covers for a few more minutes, as any high schooler would do, savouring the warmth of her blankets and enjoying the sensation of her bladder, squirming to the fullness below, her legs together and sometimes crossing. Eventually, she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to make herself presentable for school. While in the shower, Holly constantly pee danced, sometimes rubbing her thighs together, other times stepping on the spot, as the warm running water surrounding her augmented her need to urinate. She survived her shower without letting out a drop, however, and wrapped herself in a towel, and her blonde hair in a separate towel, before brushing her teeth with her legs crossed. After that agony, she contemplated using the toilet, but instead the pleasure of her bladder took over. Instead of peeing now, she would try and hold it until she got to school, and since her bus was rarely early, she might even hold it through her first class, complete with a teacher who didn't let anyone out. Yeah, she thought.
"Oi! Get out! I need to get ready!"
The shouting, along with copious door banging, shifted Holly out of her trance.
"Get out already!"
"Gimme a second, Zara!"
Holly adjusted the towel around her, and then opened the door, at which moment she was immediately pushed by a frantic Zara.
"Zara!"
"Get out! I'm gunna pee myself!"
"That explains the crossed legs and kangaroo jumping."
"Just go!"
"Okay, okay."
Holly, after adjusting her towel again, left her older sister and went to her room and took her uniform, a dark yellow dress, out of her closet while she half danced on her feet and laid it on her bed before sitting down and attempting to cross her legs. Her towel, however, was too tight so she had to remove it, exposing her still developing breasts, and then cross her legs. For good measure, her bladder forced her to lean forward for a few seconds. She stayed there for a couple of minutes, wriggling around on her bed, until...
"Hey Holly."
Holly immediately shielded her boobs from the smiling nine year old Penny who had just opened the door and was now jumping and dancing in her doorway.
"Oh my god! Penny! Get out!"
"Why?"
"Er, look at me. Also, why are you so jumpy! Do you need to pee?"
Penny shook her head, while Holly wiggled again at the sight of her obviously desperate sister.
"Sure, Penny."
Holly gave a smirk to her, and then bundled her out of the room while shielding herself with her towel. Closing the door behind her, she bent down and held herself for a few seconds and then finally put her dress on. She then got out the optional school issued belt and put it on, wincing just before it got to her usual hole. Holly, being her naughty self, tightened it two more holes just to torture herself, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
While Holly was waiting for her toast to pop up, she got an empty water bottle and filled it up, the running water causing her to dance on the spot in desperation. When the bottle was full, she chugged the whole thing until it was finished for the sole purpose of filling her already stressed bladder. By this time, her toast popped up, so she spread some Nutella on it, made some iced coffee, and went to the lounge to eat while watching TV, her legs tightly crossed. Soon after, Penny joined her, now wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but just as jumpy as before and now with her hand in her crotch.
"Penny, go to the bathroom," Holly pleaded. "You're gunna wet yourself."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"I don't wanna go to the bathroom."
"Suit yourself."
They sat there watching TV and eating breakfast, Holly with her legs entwined together, Penny sitting on her feet and squirming uncontrollably with one hand permanently at her crotch. Eventually, Holly finished her breakfast and went to the kitchen to pack her lunch. Standing up made it harder to keep control of her bladder and now she had to keep moving or else she would be on the verge of wetting herself, but that is exactly how Holly liked it. She liked it so much, in fact, that after packing her lunchbox, she filled another bottle up and chugged it.
"You're thirsty," Zara questioned.
"Gotta stay hydrated."
"True that. You're also kinda fidgety. Hey, you need to pee, don't ya."
"No."
Zara raised an eyebrow at Holly.
"You don't want to pee. But you definitely need to pee."
"I like how it feels."
Zara laughed.
"Hey! You like it too!" Holly retorted, before crossing her legs and bending down for a few seconds.
"Alright, I do too. How long you planning to hold it?"
"Until first class."
"You know you'll never get to pee before first class."
"Well, I'll just have to hold it longer and suffer the amazing feeling I have right now."
Penny suddenly ran in to the kitchen with her plate in one hand and her crotch in the other and then attempted to pour some juice into a glass, which required both hands. She resorted to tightly crossed legs and vigorous movement in her attempt to hold it in, but this, along with her relative lack of height, prevented her from successfully pouring the juice, so Zara had to pour it for her. Penny then drank the whole glass in one go, with a hand back in her crotch and tightly crossed legs, and ran back to the couch to watch TV and squirm.
Holly took the water bottle she left in the fridge the previous night and put that and her lunchbox in her bag, before uncrossing her own legs and going to the bathroom to do her hair. When she came back, she noticed that Penny was now holding with both hands.
"Penny," Zara said, "bring your bag here. Our bus is almost here, so yours will be here soon."
Penny hobbled over to her bag and brought it over to Zara, who put Penny's lunchbox and water bottle inside while Penny was pee dancing and holding with both hands. Zara then offered Penny more juice, which Penny accepted and then gulped down. The three sisters then made their way to the door, and Zara and Holly stepped outside, but Penny suddenly ran back inside, both hands still in her crotch.
"You think she leaked?" Zara asked.
"Yep."
"Our bus will be here in, like, two minutes. Should we leave her?"
"Nah."
Penny came back a few minutes later, no longer holding herself and now in a new pair of jeans. Holly, meanwhile, was bending down with her legs crossed every so often.
"Did you wet yourself, Penny?" Zara asked.
"A little," Penny responded.
"Aww, that's okay. Let's go now. I can see our bus coming."
The three walked around the corner to the bus stop, and the high school bus approached them. Holly and Zara got on and said goodbye to Penny, whose primary school bus would arrive a few minutes later. They found a seat near the back, and Holly tightly crossed her legs upon sitting down.
"Good luck walking to class without anyone noticing," Zara said.
"I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Besides, this feels too good to let go."
"You won't be thinking that by the end of class, though."
They talked about other stuff for the remainder of the half hour bus ride, like homework and boys, but Holly's bladder was still at the forefront of her thoughts. When they finally arrived at school, Holly was fidgeting on her seat. The sisters waited for everyone else to get off the bus before they got off the bus themselves, and Holly bent down and crossed her legs as she stepped out. Within seconds of the bus leaving again, the bell rang and Holly and Zara hugged each other goodbye, Holly's bladder wincing at the pressure. Holly attempted to walk normally, but found she had to keep her legs together to avoid leakage. This made her slower and, more importantly, more conspicuous as she walked to form class, which was literally 25 minutes of announcements and handing out forms. When she arrived, she went to her usual seat next to her friends Hannah and Lauren, and yet again entwined her legs. The friends talked about random things, and Holly's plight seemed to go unnoticed, and by the time form class had ended, she had drank half her bottle of water. With her bladder now even fuller, it was harder to walk without showing signs of desperation, but Holly managed to do so, even stopping at a water fountain so she could drink the rest of her bottle and refilled it. The sound and sight of running water made her spasm and she quickly brought her legs together before crossing them and risking looking desperate. When she got to class, the bell rang and she took a seat next to her friend Jasmine, and by now crossing her legs when seated was a default setting.
"Hi Jasmine!"
"Hey Holly!"
"What was your answer for Question 9?
"This."
Holly showed Jasmine her homework, and Jasmine copied it down before the teacher could collect it. As the teacher was collecting the homework, Holly felt a twinge in her bladder and had to resist putting her hand in her crotch, and she loved the feeling.
"Today, we will be learning some new French words," the teacher announced, and started introducing words which most of the class didn't know. Holly, however, could actually speak decent French, so she was learning essentially nothing. She soon zoned out and started thinking about other things, her bladder coming to the forefront as the minutes ticked by, and also became more sleepy.
"Holly, what's the word for candle? Holly. Holly!" Jasmine whispered.
"Oh, hey. What?"
"What's candle?"
"Oh. Bougie."
"Thanks. Oh, I got some energy drinks. Want one?"
"Yeah, okay."
Holly figured the drink would keep her awake, if not from the caffeine, then from her filling bladder, which was already causing her to fidget. The drink did indeed keep her more alert, but after twenty or so minutes, her need to pee became much worse, and she was now considering using a hand to help her cause. Eventually, after copious wriggling and the odd bending forward, she had no choice but to do so. Now Holly was no longer at risk of leaking, but she could still feel her pee entering her urethra, teasing her. At least she could focus properly on the lesson, not that she really needed to anyway. The teacher was now calling people up to write phrases on the board, and Holly was looking at their poor attempts to write French.
"Look at this shit, Jazz!"
"I know, right?"
"I wonder what it must be like to have not seen French until now?"
"Who knows?"
"This is merde."
Holly and Jasmine laughed, which caused Holly to let a few drops out, and continued looking at their struggling classmates. Soon after however, Holly was called up. She now had to walk up to the whiteboard without her fellow students knowing that she was close to wetting herself. She stood up very gingerly, her legs remaining crossed until she was upright, and slowly walked down to the front, keeping her legs close together. She then translated the teacher's sentence from English into perfect French on the board, no one the wiser that she was leaking drops the whole time. Strangely, Holly quite liked the feeling of almost wetting herself and secretly wished she could stand there until the end of the lesson, but instead, to the slight relief of her bladder, she went back to her seat. Her hands, however, did not go back into her crotch. She resisted holding herself, letting her nether regions be teased to no end, and suddenly feeling thirsty, Holly downed the rest of her water bottle. Again. She had now consumed four bottles of water before 10:00 and, having skipped her morning pee, was paying the price.
"Do you need to pee, Holly?"
"Yeah."
"How bad?"
"Pretty bad."
"I gotta go real bad as well."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Holly hadn't noticed until now, but Jasmine had recently put both hands into her crotch. Meanwhile, her own squirming was now uncontainable, and she could only hope no one apart from Jasmine would notice.
Another ten minutes passed, and Holly was now starting to leak every so often. She loosened her belt by two notches to reduce the pressure, but it did nothing to stop the urine already in her urethra from teasing her. Meanwhile Jasmine was starting to rock back and forth, and watching her open desperation was accentuating Holly's need, and she was actively resisting holding her crotch, partly to avoid detection, mostly because it felt so good to keep her hands away. There were still fifteen minutes until the lesson ended, however, and Holly was unsure if she could keep it in without using her hands. Soon after, a significant leak answered her question. She attempted to stop the flow by squeezing her legs tighter and wiggling round, but she was forced to bring her hand down when the flow didn't stop, and Holly now couldn't let go of her crotch. Now Holly could only hope that the bell would ring before her hands were no longer enough.
"Oh my god. I have to pee so bad," whispered Jasmine.
"I can see that."
"You don't look so good either."
"I have to pee worse than you."
"No you don't. I'm gunna wet myself in, like, ten minutes."
"Good thing the bell rings in ten minutes, then."
"I'm not gunna make it."
"Sure you will."
"I sure hope so."
"Also, stop rocking like that. Everyone's looking at you."
"Like they aren't looking at you too."
"Well you look like a doofus, so they're looking at you more."
"Hey!"
The two friends by now were far too occupied by their bladders to pay any attention to the French, or their classmates attempts at it, on the board, and were now waiting for the lesson to end, and after another ten minutes, each slower than the last, the bell for break finally rang. Jasmine bolted off as soon as they were released, but Holly stayed back, being forced to take great care on standing up, and upon doing so her bladder leaked, forcing her to grip her crotch to stop the flow. Only after she regained control could Holly exit the room, and even then she was half walking, half hobbling, her legs not daring to part, and once in the hallway she couldn't use her hands as that would give her away, and she didn't want to follow Jasmine's example. By the time she found a bathroom, she was leaking regularly, and to make matters worse all the cubicles were taken. At least now in the bathroom she could use her hands again. In the agonising minutes she had to stand, or rather dance, there, however, pee was starting to drip down her legs. Holly knew she couldn't wait any longer, and yet the sensation of being seconds from wetting herself felt so good to her.
I wish I could hold this longer and just wet myself, she thought. Besides, I never pee unless I really really have to anyway.
Then finally, a door opened, and Holly waddled in. She still had to release her hands to undo her belt and lift her dress up, though. Undoing her belt proved to be far harder under duress than it was normally, and with no hands holding back the flood inside her, pee was now running down her legs and she had to stop it from reaching her shoes. Her belt finally came undone and Holly lifted her dress and sat on the toilet, and she released a torrent into it. It took at least two minutes for her bladder to empty, and it was two minutes of ecstasy for her.
Edited November 17, 2016 by Trickling Down
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Right, so, I havent ever really been much more than a lurker on here, except for a few fairly crappy fictions and a couple of Experiences, so I guess no one really knows me.
Lately I've been looking for interesting fanfics and I noticed a peculiar thing: Star Wars Omo fanfics are almost non-existant. This surprised me quite a bit since it has such a huuge fanbase. I noticed a recent one though, which I liked quite a lot, except, I wasnt extremely fond of the concept. Never been one for stormtroopers or the gunfight part. I'm all about them Jedis and Siths.
Buut, enough about that,lets go on to the main topic here. This story takes place in the EU [Extended Universe], more precicely, in the KOTOR universe. For those who don't know it happens millions of years before the movies, where siths and jedis are portrayed much much more powerful. So let me get started.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away....
300 years have passed since the war that had raged on for ages had finally come to an end, with the Republic coming out as victorious and the New Sith Empire was no more. The Jedi order has been restored to its former glory, taking force sensitive children in for training from all over the galaxy.
The young jedi padawan Lilianne Ashok is now at her 18th year and has just arrived on Tython to begin her Jedi training under Jedi Master Alain Shan. But peace does not last forever, and the Sith always lurk in the shadows waiting for their time to rise back.......
Lilianne sat in her seat, with her face squashed on the shuttle window. She'd never seen anything so beautiful before, mountains, trees and old mysterious temples all over. She had read about all of it though, but never did she envision it so glorious. She could barely sit still, this was her big day, her eighteenth birthday and the day she finally began real jedi training. But that wasn't the only reason she couldn't sit still. She had had to use the bathroom ever since they entered hyperspeed, which was hours ago. She had never held it that long, but she wasn't too bohered by it because of all the excitement. They did offer diapers for long flights like these, but the young padawan found it way too embarassing to put on a diaper just for a 3 hour flight, she was 18 now.
The shuttle lowered it's flight as it engaged the landing station. The change in levitation always made her belly tingle. The shuttle hovered over a landing pad and lowered slowly. The landing was rough though, as always. The sudden bump surprised Lilianne though. She let out a little gasp as she felt a little pee make it's way into her panties, dampening them a bit. She blushed. She hoped no one noticed that. She quickly forgot about it though and rushed out as soon as the door opened. When she got outside, the brown-haired girl was greeted by a robot. "This way, please!" The robot started walking towards a building a few steps away from the shuttle. The door automatically opened, giving a peculiar "Swoosh" sound.
The first thing she saw when she entered the building was a counter, behind it, a woman. Lilianne wasn't sure if it was a human or a robot. The woman looked mostly human, but she had no hair and her left eye was mechanical. As she approached the woman behind the counter, she noticed that it wasn't only the eye that was cybernetic, but almost all of her left side was. "You must be Lilianne!" the woman said. "Are you excited to begin your Jedi training?"
"The hell I am!" she replied. "Where do I go? Also, is there a bathroom here nearby?"
"There is the staff bathroom, but I am afraid I can't let you use that. There is a bathroom in the Jedi Temple though, which is exactly where you are headed. Just go out the door to your right and take the speeder. It has a automatic drive function which will take you the shortest way to the Temple."
"Alright, thanks!" Lilianne said and rushed outside. She wasn't exactly fond of having to sit in her damp underwear on a speeder, which is one of the more uncomfortable rides in the galaxy. But the thought of peeing herself right before meeting her new Master certainly frightened her more. She quickly located the speeder and told the robot standing next to it where she wanted to go. The robot put in some code on the Speeder's computer and directed the young padawan to take a seat. As the speeder began to take flight, the robot said "Have a safe and pleasant stay!"
The ride was long. Longer that she had expected. Longer than she had tolerance for. She was starting to get really desperate now. "Why didn't I just put on a fucking flight-diaper like usually?" she thought to herself. Then she reminded herself that she was now 18 years old and old enough to be able to hold her pee without wetting herself. Or so she had thought, now she wasn't so sure. She felt another spurt escape into her panties as the speeder took a sharp and rough turn. This time it surely made a mark on her light-brown leggings, but she tried to ignore it.
The speeder finally arrived at the Temple. It was majestic. It was a lot taller than she had ever imagined it to be, she felt so small as she stood in front of the long stairs that led up to the main entrance of the Temple. But she had no time to think about that. Her bladder was aching and needed to be emptied. Lilianne felt so childish, on the verge to pee herself on her 18th birthday, the day she finally starts her jedi training. "No" she thought. "I haven't lost control yet, and I surely won't with this little left to the bathroom!" She ran up the stairs using her force speed. She stopped at the main entrance, as she realized using the force only boosted her desperation. She stopped a passerby and asked him where the nearest bathroom was. "Just go inside and around the pillar. You'll enter the main hall, from which you will want to turn left and into one of the hallways. The first door on the left is the bathroom" the Zabrak answered. "Thanks a lot!" she replied.
She ran into the Temple, finding herself in the main hall. It was huge, in the middle two giant stairways spiralling to the second floor. "To the left!" she thought, now with her hand in her crotch. She turned left and ran towards the first hallway she could see. "It's there, just a little further! You're gonna make it Lilian-"
*Donk* She had crashed into somebody. She fell to the ground and laid flat on her back. "No, no, no, noo! FUCK!" she screamed as she felt her pee stream through her genitals and into her panties. She struggled to sit up but she was too late. The pee had soaked her leggings and had made a large puddle right beneath her. She felt tears form in her eyes, she couldn't hold it back. She hadn't wet herself since she was twelve and now this? At a time like that? She looked up to see who was standing there, whom it was she had bumped into. Black, braided hair, a woman in her mid-fourties. Her green eyes, filled with tears recognized that face instantly. Master Alain Shan, her new mentor stood before her and just witnessed her pee her pants like a little girl.....
Alright, that was the intro to my new star wars fanfic, I hope you liked it, though I'm not sure if I rushed through things a bit too much or not, or if I nerded you guys out at some points haha. Please let me know if you want more, because I do have a lot more in mind, and a pretty decent story in my mind :) |
Well, I'm one day behind from when I said I'd get it up, but I'm not sweating it, most of you guys most likely understand I have a life outside the forum :P
I'll try not to make this input here too long so you can get on to the story, but I want to know how many of you would like the main character move towards the dark side or if you want her following the jedi path, following the jedi code strictly. I got ideas for both, but I'd like to know what the readers would rather see :)
Chapter Two
Lilianne opened her eyes. Where was she? What had happened? She noticed she was lying in a bed, the mattress was hard and uncomfortable. She sat up and took off her blanket. She noticed she was not wearing her normal clothes, instead she had been dressed in plain white clothes. She looked around and could see clearly where she was, a nursery of a sorts. She tried to remember what had happened, but her memory was blurry. Had she passed out on her way to Tython because of flight sickness? No, she remembered the arrival clearly. She suddenly noticed clothes that had been hung up to dry it seemed. "Are these my clothes?" she mumbled. As she got a closer look at them she gave out a gasp. She now remembered what had happened. She felt so embarrassed, so pathetic, angry even. If she had only worn that damn diaper like she should have. Tears formed in her eyes. "That's the first impression Master Shan will have of me, she must think I'm a complete failure."
"Oh, good, you're awake" a soft female voice said. She turned her head towards the door from where the voice came. "You passed out before I could even greet you!"
Lilianne blushed. It was her Master "H-how long was I out?" she asked shyly
"Only a few hours" the black haired woman said with the same soft voice. "How are you feeling?"
"Better I guess..It's just-" tears started streaming down her face. "I didn't...I should have...If on-"
"I know what you're thinking, but don't feel ashamed. This can happen to anyone." Master Shan interrupted. "You must have really had to go, how long had you been holding it?"
"Since half-way in the flight" Lilianne stated with shame in her voice. "I just didn't want to put on that diaper...I thought since I was starting my jedi training now I wouldn't need it."
"Well, next time remember to put one on, don't let your feelings get the best of you. That is the first rule of a Jedi." Master Shan said. "Your clothes should be dry by now, so go get changed and then meet me in my chambers"
Lilianne nodded as she watched her master walk out of the room. She rubbed the tears from her face and stood up from the bed. She walked towards her clothes and inspected them. She took the panties and felt them. "Still a bit damp" she said to herself. Her leggings were dry though. She took off her shirt, revealing her breasts, which she felt were way too small. She then pulled down her pants, revealing something shocking. She was wearing a diaper, a medical one. "Does Master Shan know?" she thought to herself then shook her head "No, that's impossible, this is probably because they had no panties for me". She unstrapped her diaper and as she feared, it was wet. She looked around the room to see if anyone was there before she took it off completely. She dropped it on the ground as she put on her slightly damp light-blue panties and her brown leggings. She then reached for her bra. B-34...she tried not to think too much about it. She quickly put her bra and her shirt that matched the leggings. She bent down and grabbed her wet diaper. She rolled it up and threw it into the dissolver in the corner of the room. "No one needs to see that" she thought to herself.
Since she was finished dressing she hurried outside the room and aimed for Master Shan's chambers. The only problem was, where ARE Master Shan's chambers? A voice echoed in her head all of a sudden "Lilianne, let the force guide you, you have felt my presence before!" She closed her eyes and let the force flow through her. She sensed a lot of people, some stronger in the force than others. There were but a few extremely strong presences. She decided to focus on those. First one was to her left. She isolated that presence from the others. "No, that's not the one" she thought. She noticed something peculiar. All this focusing the force made her feel a small familiar tingle in her lower abdomen. Could it be that using the force too much would make her need to pee? She'd never had to focus her force so badly before, she had never had to do such a training. Up 'till now it had always been about learning to control the force, feel it flow through your body and channel it, lifting small objects such as sticks or pebbles. She moved on to her next "target". This time it felt familiar. She went through the same process, and indeed, that was Master Shan.
She rushed towards the location of which she had felt the presence. She ran through a large hallway before reaching the archway that led to her chambers. She walked in.
"Found me already?" Master Shan said. "Well done. I've never seen anyone do it so fast.The force is strong in you, I can tell you that".
"Thank you, Master Shan" Lilianne replied. "Now, when can I begin my training?"
"Oh, an eager one it seems. I like that. But don't let it grow to impatience, for it will lead you down the wrong path" she said with a more serious voice than usually. "I need you to find an old Jedi artifact, said to be hidden in a cave not too far from here."
Lilianne nodded. "Understood, Master Shan. I will finish it as fast as I can".
"No need for haste, young padawan. You will head out tomorrow. TC-19 will guide you to your bedchambers." Master Shan exclaimed. "Your bags should have arrived and are waiting for you there. Take the evening to settle in, then come meet me after you've gotten some sleep."
"Understood" Lilianne said as she followed the droid. The droid stopped in front of a white door. "This is your room, m'am. I hope you find it to be just fine"
"Thank you. You can go now" she said to the droid. The droid took it's leave, most likely returning to Master Shan's side. Lilianne walked into the room. This wasn't just a room, it was an apartment. First thing on the right was a toilet. She walked a bit further in, which led her to the living room. There was one additional door and an archway leading to a kitchen. She looked towards the door to the toilet. "Maybe I should go now?". She was about to postpone it when she remembered her accident earlier that day. She decided it'd be best to go right away, to avoid any further awkward situations. She walked inside the bathroom. It was very spacious. In the far right corner was a shower. To the left was a sink and a mirror right above it. Beside the mirror was a cabin, which she decided she'd put her make-up and hygiene products in. Close to the shower was the toilet itself. She walked towards it and pulled down her leggings and panties. To her shock, the panties had a small wet spot, a fresh one, not remains from her earlier accident. "I must have leaked when I was looking for Master Shan earlier" she said to herself. She threw her panties on the ground and sat down on the toilet. The warm feeling of pee streaming out of her urethra was as satisfying as always. She felt like it would never stop, like an everflowing torrent. A minute must have passed before she finally finished. She quickly wiped herself and flushed the toilet. She decided to leave her pants and panties on the floor as she washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. "You can do this" she told herself.
Lilianne walked out of the bathroom and aimed for the closed door leading from the living room. It was as she had suspected, the bedroom. One thing felt peculiar though. Why were there two beds? One on the left and one on the right. Her bags had been put on the left bed. She decided to not think too much about it and ask Master Shan about it tomorrow. She unpacked her bags. She put all the clothes in the closet next to her bed and her books on the night table. "Ahh...finally everything is where it should be. Well, almost anyway" she said as she shamefully looked at her bag. She drew out of it a pack of diapers, labeled "Republic's finest!" and in a subtext "The Republic is here to protect you in many ways". She took out of the pack one diaper. It was plain, light blue with the Republic sign on the front, below it she read "Republic's finest". She sighed and put it on, took off her shirt and unstrapped her bra and dropped it on the floor. She picked a nice T-shirt to sleep in, put it on and threw herself on the soft bed. She let her mind wander, she wondered about what her experience would be like tomorrow, how well she'd do, but mostly she pondered why there was another bed in her room, is somebody else supposed to share this apartment with her? She didn't think about it for very long as her eyes quickly got too heavy to keep open and she fell asleep. |
Alright then, here I go with the next chapter, I luckily still remember where I was going with this :P
Chapter 3
Lilianne woke up to an unfamiliar voice. "Wow, I didn't expect this! I have a roommate? " the voice said. Lilianne slowly rubbed her eyes as she sat up. "W-whah?" she mumbled. She peered her eyes to try and figure out where the voice was coming from. A blurred figure was in front of her, which quickly cleared up to reveal a person. Blonde, short hair, pale skin and blue eyes. "A...boy?" she thought to herself. "A BOY!!" she yelled, the blonde-haired guy to much surprise. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN HERE?! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" she screamed. "Alright, Alright, I'm going.." the boy said as he hurried out of the room. Lilianne sighed in relief as she took off her blanket, revealing her light blue diaper, which now had turned a little yellow on the crotch. "Thank god he didn't see 'that'" she mumbled. "Who is that guy anyway?" She unstrapped her wet diaper, took it and rolled it up, then hid it under her bed. She'd take care of it later.
She opened her closet and chose a red pair of panties, which had a sign of the formerly glorious Empire. Lilianne had always had a thing for the Empire. It was long lost, not too much was known about it anymore, only that it was the root of all evil in the Galaxy. But something about that mystery fascinated her. She had read all the books she had access to, she knew all there was to know about the great Sith Empire and how they fought the mighty Republic, eventually leading to the victory of the Republic. She had to be stealthy about her interest in it though, seeking too much knowledge about it was forbidden. She didn't understand why, it was just history, war is war, how can people prevent another one without learning about the other ones and knowing what caused them?
She picked a bra that matched the panties and put on gray leggings and a light-gray sweater. She then put her hair in a ponytail and did her make-up. She had completely forgotten about the boy that was waiting right outside the door in her living room.
She opened the door and saw the boy sitting on the couch, doing force tricks with a couple of pebbles he had brought with him.
"Now, who are you and what in the galaxy are you doing here?" she asked abruptly.
"I'm Maran, the one who will become the strongest Jedi who ever lived!" he exclaimed
"That still doesn't tell me what the heck you're doing here? And aren't you a little too arrogant to be a Jedi?"
"I live here, starting today! Or so I was told..and it's not arrogance, I'm just stating facts!"
"What? I'm not going to be living with a boy, especially not YOU!" Lilianne stated frustrated "This must be some kind of mistake, I'm going to see Master Shan about this right now!"
"Whatever, I'll just be here, unpacking my things."
Lilianne stormed out and ran straight to her Master's chambers. No way was she going to be sharing a room with that guy, He is annoying and arrogant and probably stupid too. No way was she sleeping undressed with him lying but few meters across the room. She entered Master Shan's chambers. "Master! What is the meaning of thi-"
"I sense anger in you, young padawan" Master Shan said. "But I sense your fear even stronger. Control your emotions, padawan, or else your training will go no further!". This exclamation startled Lilianne quite a bit. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She envisioned her home planet, Alderaan. That always calmed her down, thinking of the snow, the trees, the flying fish creatures that she never remembers the name of. "Now that you've calmed down, tell me what's on your mind"
"M-master. There must have been some kind of mistake...there is a boy in my apartment who claims to be my roommate!"
"Oh, that is no mistake, young padawan. He too just began his training here on Tython. Roommates are matched together through measurements of potential power. You two are on equal level, so it seems only natural to have you two living together. After all, the two of you will be training together for the next two years."
"B-but...he's a HE...I can't live with a GUY!"
"Gender should not matter. You two are perfect sparring partners for each other. Look at this as part of your training, a test to see if you are able to take control of your emotions".
"I..I understand, Master Shan. I will not let you down." Lilianne answered shamefully "Now what is it that I am supposed to do on my first day of training?" Master Shan handed her a hologram. "This hologram will lead you to a Datacron somewhere on Tython. Find it and decipher it, learn what it says, then bring me the results"
"Understood, I will do my best" She said and walked out of her Master's chambers. She went back to her apartment and to her disappointment, the boy was still there. He had fallen asleep on the couch, must've spent the whole night travelling to Tython. She looked at him. "He looks kinda cute" she thought to herself. "What am I thinking? I'm a jedi, I shouldn't be thinking things like that!" she shook her head. She lifted one of the pebbles he was playing with earlier and steered it above his head. She then released the pebble making it fall right on his face. "OW!" he screamed as he jumped up. "Hey, sleepyhead, don't you have something else to do than lie on my couch sleeping?"
"Even great Jedis like me need their sleep! I would be sleeping in the bedroom if it didn't reek of some weird smell...you know anything about that?" Lilianne blushed. It was definitely her wet diaper that she couldn't dispose of this morning, but she couldn't tell him that. "N-no, I got no idea!" she answered evasively.
"Hmm, I get the feeling you're not being completely honest with me here, so I'll go do some investigating on my own". he said as he headed for the bedroom door. Lilianne quickly rushed in front of the door, stopping him in his path. "NO! D-don't go in there! This is just your imagi-"
"Oh now I definitely want to go in there, you're obviously hiding something. Did you wet the bed or something?" He interrupted as he pushed her aside. Her face turned red. "NO! Why do you assume I'd do something that childish?" she said angrily, yet with tears starting to form in her eyes. He walked towards her bed and was about to grab her blanket when something suddenly pulled him back forcefully and he got thrown across the room, slamming him into the wall. Lilianne snapped out of her anger. What happened? She definitely did that, but where did that power come from? She ran towards him. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"Y-yeah..I guess" he replied. "W-what just happened?" his head had taken a blow it seemed, he was confused.
"I...I'm not sure. I didn't mean to hurt you...I was just going to try and stop you" she said worried
"Heh..I guess I underestimated you. You're not as weak as you look like. And don't be sorry, this was my fault for overstepping my boundaries." he replied. "Now let me stand up so I can get into my training gear, I have a mission to take care of."
"Are you sure you should go off to training right away?" Lilianne asked. "You think the best Jedi in this academy can be caught whining over some tiny injury?" he answered as he jumped on his feet. "Nah-ah, I'm going straight away!" He quickly rushed out of the room and out of the apartment. He was too fast for Lilianne to even get a chance to stop him. She was sure this accident had left more than just tiny injuries on his body. She sighed. "Fine, run off. It's not like I care if you got hurt anyway!" she said, mostly to herself, as the boy was already long gone. But all she could think of was that she had a bad feeling about all this....
Sorry for the lack of Omo content in this chapter. This is more of an introduction to the second main character, as well as some better insight into Lilianne's vulnerability towards the dark side. It may seem rushed a bit, but that's probably because I'm tired and looking to go off to sleep :)
Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless :D |
Alrighty guys, it's been some time since the last chapter, but I'm not out yet. I just took a small pause over Christmas and stuff. But I'm back, hope you'll enjoy what I have to offer :)
Chapter 4
"This stupid hologram tells me nothing of use!" Lilianne said angrily "Absolutely nothing!". She was not completely sure where she was, she had been trying to follow this hologram and it's words; "Let the force flow through you and you will find what you seek within a place shrouded with darkness" What was that supposed to mean? She had been running around looking for a cave of some sorts, for that is the one place that would be shrouded with darkness on this planet, yet she found no caves with anything of interest in them. In anger, she lifted up a bunch of pebbles and threw them with the force.
"Ouch! The hell was that for..?" an all too familiar voice said. Her anger quickly faded as worries filled her mind. She ran towards the direction of where she'd thrown the pebbles. "Oh, so it was you...should have known!" Maran said while rubbing his head. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there.." she said. "It's fine, it just hurt a little. So what are you doing out here?"
"I'm on a very important mission for Master Shan to find an ancient datacron!" She exclaimed proudly.
"And judging by how you threw those pebbles, I take it isn't going too well?" He replied mockingly.
"Shut up! I'm doing perfectly fine on my own! It's not like you have made any progress with yours anyway, you went hours before I did."
"Even a great Jedi like me has to be challenged sometimes. I'm looking for ancient ruins said to have been made by Jedis long ago who fell into the dark side, some dark temple of sorts"
"A dark temple...THAT'S IT!" she shouted out happily. "A place shrouded with darkness! That's why I couldn't find any caves that led to my objective through my meditations"
She wanted to hug him, but held herself back. "I've never been good with that meditation stuff, so I've just been running all over looking for it" Maran said. Lilianne ignored what he said, went into her meditation position and emptied her mind. She let the force flow right through her as she focused her thoughts on an ancient temple. What she saw was blurry, it was all clouded, but she could clearly see a valley, mountains all around forming a perfect circle. In the middle of that circle was a building of some sort. She couldn't see if it was the temple or not. She could hear the stream of water, coming from a waterfall nearby. The water was warm, she could sense it, she could swear she even felt it's warmness from her toes all the way up to her-
She quickly snapped out of her meditation. She looked down on her crotch and it was as she had feared. Her leggings were wet with a very visible spot on her crotch and an even bigger one on her butt. She couldn't believe it! Why is this happening to her? She quickly looked at Maran. He wasn't looking her way, instead he seemed to be enjoying the beautiful view they had over the Jedi temple. She wanted to cry. How could she hide this from him? It hadn't rained for days so she could not say the grass was wet and they were nowhere near a lake or any water. He turned around. "Oh, you're done! Did you find anything out?" He hadn't noticed. "Y-yeah, I know where we need to go, but, uhm..." She hesitated "We need to go back to the Jedi temple so I can read about this ancient temple in the library." she lied.
"No need! I already read all there is on the temple, so we can go right away!" He said as he quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She wasn't expecting that. Now he could clearly see it, the wet patch on her pants, the obvious sign of how much of a baby she is. Still holding her hand, he noticed on her facial expression that something was wrong. "What's the matter?" he asked worried. "N-nothing" she answered as she dried the tears that were forming in her eyes "It doesn't matter". His eyes now diverted down to her crotch area. "Why are your pants wet? Did you-"
"Yea, I peed my pants. Laugh all you want, make fun of me or whatever" She shouted now with tears streaming down her face. But he didn't laugh. He didn't make fun of her. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. "It's alright" he said.
She could barely believe it, the boy she had been detesting, thrown rocks at, tried to throw out of her apartment, been a total jerk to, hugged her. Why wasn't he disgusted? Why didn't he laugh? "I don't deserve to be a jedi" she whispered.
"What? Don't say that!" He answered quickly as he pulled her away from him, but kept his hands on her shoulders "You have crazy potential, you might even be almost as good a jedi as me!"
"Jedis don't pee their pants!" she replied.
"Says who? What do you know about that? I'm sure a four hour long battle would be hard to fight while holding it all in, many probably just pee themselves while fighting!" He moved his right hand from her shoulder and to her hair. He looked right into her eyes. "It's okay, you had an accident." he said as he stroked her hair "You're still powerful, you're still smart and super pretty!" She couldn't believe it. Did he really think that? She felt warm inside, a feeling she had not felt before. A feeling like she was safe, like she could trust in him. "Lets go back to our room so you can change into something less....wet.". She nodded, she didn't know what to say. She was too embarrassed, too ashamed.
They walked towards the Jedi temple as the sun slowly lowered behind it, creating a beautiful horizon. |
Well, seems like the bump that happened with last chapter, more people have started following this story. To say the least, I'm kinda flattered in a way. When I decided to go ahead and make a Jedi omo fiction I didn't expect anyone to really be interested, but I figured I'd go ahead so I'd have them out there for myself to read (Narcissist much?). So even if 7 people doesn't sound like many followers to this story, to me it is A LOT. It means I'm satisfying at least 7 people, since the views counter doesn't work for some reason, I can't tell how many have viewed it.
What I'm trying to say here is that I love the fact I am writing this FOR someone, it's more than just me putting my omo fantasies on paper :P
I hope this next chapter will please you guys too!
Chapter 5
"What is going on with me" Lilianne thought to herself as she stood under the shower with hot water pouring down on her beautiful figure. It had been a long day, it was already nighttime by the time they got back to their bedchambers, 3 hour walk in her wet pants next to her roommate whom she just met the morning of that very same day.
But her thoughts were not on the accident, the wet pants, the reason she was taking a shower in the first place. All she could think about was that hug. She could not remember such warmth being directed towards her, such understanding and care. She had played it over and over in her head a million times already. But what she also wondered over and over, what WERE those feelings? Why did she feel so good in his arms, despite her wet pants? And most of all, why couldn't she stop thinking about him?
She was distracted from her thoughts by a loud knocking on the bathroom door. "Hey! You going to be in there forever? Just because you had a little accident doesn't give you the right to make me have one!" Maran's voice said impatiently. She had completely forgot he LIVED with her. "Y-yes! I'm almost done, just give me a minute!" she shouted. She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She stepped in the middle of a small circle lit up with neon-blue lights. The lights got stronger and she felt her whole body getting drier. Five seconds passed and she was already completely dry.
"SHIT" she suddenly yelled. "I forgot to bring with me clean clothes! I don't know what to do..." She looked at the clothes she had on before. They were still damp, her red panties along with her grey leggings. Her eyes suddenly rolled over to another set of clothes that had been shoved in one of the corners. They were definitely hers, but she didn't remember since when. She picked up the light-brown leggings and inspected them. They didn't seem to be dirty, so she put them on along with the shirt that was there along with it. Underneath it all was a pair of plain white panties, with obvious spot of an accident. She remembered now, those are the clothes from her first time in these bedchambers. She quickly grabbed the panties and put them in her pocket. "No need for anyone to see that!" she said as she blushed.
She opened the bathroom door and Maran rushed inside with his hands in his crotch. "Took you damn well long enough!" he shouted as he shut the door behind him. Lilianne wondered if he had leaked, and giggled at the thought. She hurried into the bedroom and took off the clothes she had put on. She had to be quick. Maran could come out of the bathroom any minute. She walked to her closet and found a black T-shirt that had a picture of Darth Malgus, a once glorious Sith Lord. After putting it on she quickly rushed over to her bag, reached down into it with her hand and drew out a diaper. She couldn't shake out the feeling of shame as she put it on. Just as she finished strapping it on, the door opened. She turned around in a flash as her face turned white. "Did he see?" was the only thing that could go through her mind. Her T-shirt was long enough to cover her diaper, but in that brief moment that her shirt was lifted up and she was strapping her diaper, he could have seen it.
"OH! Sorry! Not done changing?" he said apologizing.
"D-did y-you see....anything?" she asked embarrassed.
"Nope! Unfortunately for me!" He said as he grinned.
"Shut up!" she replied as she wasn't sure if to be angry at him for that comment or happy, for it seems to imply that he likes her body. "I'm going to sleep" she said and crawled into her bed and under the blanket. "Goodnight" Maran said. "Goodnight" she replied and fell asleep quickly after.
The following morning she woke up to the same familiar feeling. A wet, warm, light-blue Republic diaper. She looked over to the other side of the room. There he was, lying soundly in his bed, sleeping like there was not a worry in the world. She decided to use that opportunity to change from her diaper. She grabbed a new pair of panties from her closet, this time purple ones, but like the other pair, it had the symbol of the Empire in black. She picked out some clothes to wear and went into the bathroom. She slowly unstrapped her diaper, revealing how wet it really was. "Any more and it would probably have leaked!" she said to herself. She wrapped up the diaper, slipped into her panties and was on her way to the garbage disposal hole when suddenly a "Swoosh" sound comes from the door. "Did I forget to lock the door!?"
"W-what are you doing?" Maran asked
To be continued... |
Alright, sorry guys for this long break. I've been a bit busy lately (That's mostly an excuse for me just being lazy with writing a new chapter) but I finally found myself some time here at 12:31 am :P
I was strangely amused by this comment xD
Chapter 7
Lilianne finished packing things she figured she'd need into her backpack. She went through her list one more time. "I have enough food, I have two bottles of water, I got enough stimpacks and I will get more med-packs from the medical droid outside!" She picked up a clean pair of underwear, light-blue with the sign of the Republic on them. "Should I bring an extra? In case I have another.." she thought to herself as she blushed. She looked around to see if Maran was somewhere close, but couldn't see him anywhere, so she slipped the panties into her bag along with an extra pair of leggings. She had decided to go for light-gray today. "I'm not going to need those though!" she said to herself, mostly to boost her own ego.
"Are you going to take forever? If you keep up this pace we won't be at the temple until midnight!" Maran yelled.
She closed her bag and put it on her back and rushed out of the bedroom. "Don't get your panties in a twist, I'm ready!" she exclaimed.
"Well, about time! Do you want to use the bathroom before we leave, better be safe than sorry, you know.." he said out of thoughtfulness towards Lilianne.
"S-stop it! I can decide for myself when I need the bathroom!" she said as her cheeks started turning pink. "And it just so happens that I do have to go right now! It has nothing to do with your comment!" That was a lie however, it had not occurred to her at all to pee before heading out. She walked into the bathroom and towards the toilet. She pulled down her leggings and sat down. She closed her eyes and let the pee escape her body and flow down into the bowl. She had really had to pee, as she sat there for close to a minute. She finished up, pulled up her green panties and gray leggings, flushed the toilet and washed her hands. As she was drying her hands, she looked towards the closet beneath the sink. "Should I take one with me?" she asked herself, then shook her head. "It's not going to be needed" she thought as she exited the bathroom.
"We've been walking for hours!" Lilianne said "And we still haven't found the valley I saw in my vision"
"We're close, we must be!" Maran answered. "Can you try to focus your force again to guide us the right way?" he asked.
"Aren't you a jedi in training as well? Can't YOU do it?" she asked a bit frustrated as she gulped down the last sip of the second water bottle.
"Well, I'm not too good with the force focusing thing. But I'm unrivaled with my training saber!" he replied. He couldn't help feeling a little inferior towards her.
"Fine, I'll do it!" she said. She went down on her knees, closed her eyes and channeled her force. She saw a dark, narrow path, which she could see the end of. There was a light to be seen at the end of the path. She could feel that this place was close. She could feel the force pulling her towards the place. She opened her eyes. "I know where to go" she said. "Just follow me!". She started walking towards the direction she had felt the force pulling from. She had a small familiar tingle down by her waist, but she ignored it.
They walked for a while until they finally encountered a crack in the mountain that they had been roaming around last time. Lilianne was certain this was the narrow path she had seen. "Through here!" she said. Maran nodded and followed. They went into the crack and as she had thought, this was exactly as she had seen in her vision. But she felt they were not alone in that crack. She felt a shiver running down her spine as she thought about all the bugs that must reside in this crack. She tried to ignore her creepy thoughts and kept on squeezing through this path. She could already see the way out, so she moved quicker. When she finally reached the exit, a beautiful sight greeted her. It was the valley. Waterfalls on the cliffs all around, which all continued into rivers which lead to a lake in the middle of the valley. In the middle of the lake was a platform, an island of sorts, and on it, the infamous dark temple.
"Whoah.." Maran said as he came out of the crack behind her. "That's one hell of a sight!"
"Yea...you're righ- AAH!". Something bit her. This surprise caused a small spurt to enter her panties, not enough to really leave a spot, but enough for her to feel a little wetness in them. She grabbed her neck and threw a spider-like bug off it. She lifted a boulder from her left and squashed the bug with it. "Fuck that bug...this is why I hate dark cave-like places!" she said angrily.
"Are you alright?" Maran asked. "You know some of these bugs can be poisonous.."
"I'm fine" she replied. "I guess I got lucky"
"Then let's keep going!" Maran said as he rushed towards the temple. Lilianne started to run after him but felt a bit dizzy. Maybe that bug had had some effect on her after all. She shook her head quickly and walked as fast as she could, trying to ignore this dizziness she felt.
Maran had stopped right at the lake bank, to wait for her. She wobbled towards him, getting more uneasy by the minute, not even noticing the few spurts that had entered her panties as she hopped down the cliffs. "You're clearly NOT alright!" he exclaimed as he noticed her weird walking. "I-it's fine!" she said. "Lets just keep goi-" she stopped mid-sentence and fell down. She would have fallen straight with her face on a rock if Maran hadn't caught her falling. He put her down on the grass slowly. She didn't move. She was completely unconscious. He tilted her head to the side to get a look at the spot where the bug had bit her. She was completely red and swollen around the area and it was obvious that some sort of venom had entered her body. He quickly went into her bag to find a med-pack, opened it and picked out an antidote from it. He injected her with the antidote he'd found and hoped it would work on the venom.
A while passed before Lilianne finally came to, with her head lying on Maran's feet. "Thank god you woke up!" he said relieved. "I was afraid you wouldn't make it!" She felt happy. He was worried about her, and she was lying in his arms. But her happiness didn't last long as her focus was quickly drawn to her bladder. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. She quickly attempted to stand up and go relief herself, but nothing happened. She was almost completely paralyzed.
"I-I need..." she stuttered.
"You need what?" he replied
"P-pee!" she managed to say. "I'm..a-about to...pee!"
"W-what? Then go pee!" he said confused.
"C-can't m-move" she stuttered. "Help..."
Maran didn't think twice. He quickly put her head on the grass, grabbed her leggings and pulled them down, revealing the green panties, and on them, a very visible dark-green wet spot. She blushed. "D-don't...look" He closed his eyes and took off her panties as well. Almost immediately after, she started peeing. The pee gushed through her genitals and into the grass. She felt so embarrassed, peeing uncontrollably in front of the boy whom she was sure she loved. Those thirty seconds felt like three hours, but she finally finished peeing.
"I..I'm done" she stuttered.
The boy blushed. "W-well, you can't put those panties back on, can you?"
"W-well, n-no" she replied. "T-there's an extra pair in my bag" She would rather avoid telling him she brought an extra pair, but now wasn't really the time for being ashamed.
The boy searched through the bag until he finally drew out the light-blue panties. "You mean these?" he asked "They're cute!"
She blushed. She would punch him if she wasn't paralyzed. He closed his eyes and began trying to put the panties on. It proved to be more difficult than he had thought at first. "Lili...I'm going to have to open my eyes to put these on..."
"NO! DON'T" she shouted. The paralyzis was starting to wear off slowly, she was able to talk freely now, though she still couldn't move. "You can't..." she said.
"Well, not much else to do.." he opened his eyes. In front of him was something he had never seen before, something he wasn't ever supposed to see, being a Jedi in training. Her pussy was still wet, he would have to dry it somehow before putting the panties on. He reached into the med-pack and found some gauze. He figured that'd have to do. He took the gauze roll and ripped some of it from the roll and folded it up in his hand. He brought it up to her genitals and began wiping them. She wanted to die. Not only did he have to change her panties, he also had to wipe her pussy. As he finished wiping, he started putting her panties on. He slowly slipped her feet into them and slid them up to her waist. He lifted her up so they could get under her butt as well. He then pulled her leggings up as well.
He moved his head up to her head and looked her in the eyes. "Don't hate me for this" he said as he kissed her on the forehead. "You idiot...I can't hate you!" she thought. She was going to say something, but the last thing she saw was his hand make a gesture as she lost consciousness. |
Ah, so you WERE referring to Anakin and Padme. I just assumed you weren't talking about them because you already referred to Vader in an earlier comment :P That's what got me confused.
Anywayy, let's get going with a new chapter...last one was a tad bit of an escalation, I wasn't sure how much you guys were going to like it, this part of the fetish isn't liked by everyone and I was a bit skeptical about having it in there, considering how different it is from the other Omo material in the story so far. But in the end I figured that I shouldn't make my worrying about others' opinion affect how I want the story to be written, although any feedback IS appreciated. So if you think there's something I could do better, PLEASE, by all means, go ahead and tell me. I'm writing this as much for you guys as I am for myself, and this is the first time I write something in 4 years.
Enough blabbering for now though, here is the new chapter as promised:
Chapter 8
Maran looked around for something that might help Lilianne recover faster once she'd wake up. He didn't look it, but he was quite skilled at making healing mixtures out of all sorts of plants and herbs in the nature. As he walked around looking for herbs, the memory from earlier flashed through him over and over. He had never thought a girl's genitals would look so different from a guy's. He had always assumed they would look pretty much the same. There was something else though. As he had wiped her vagina, his dick had done something out of the ordinary. It wasn't like he had never seen it like that, it's just that it only ever was like that when he woke up. It had never done it while he was awake. But as he had been in contact with Lili's genitals, it seemed his got really excited. He had gotten a strong urge to act on it, but he managed to stop himself, both because she was paralyzed and also because he wasn't sure what to do.
"But why do I feel this way towards her?" he thought. He had been around girls a lot in his earlier years, but the feelings he was developing for Lili were something else. He had read about it before, but he never thought he'd ever experience it. Was it because of her weak bladder? He didn't know, but every time she had an accident or felt embarrassed he always felt a need to hug her or comfort her. That was something he also didn't understand, he always did it without thought, he acted on instincts.
He had finally found all the ingredients he needed. He returned back to Lilianne who still slept quietly from his force sleep. He started preparing a mixture for her whilst sitting beside her. His mind again wandered back to thoughts about her. "Who was she really? What do I really know about her?" He decided to 'interrogate her' later, after she'd woken up. His mixture was finished, now all there was left was to wait for his patient to wake up. After waiting for about 30 minutes he grew impatient.
"Lili...wake up, you've been sleeping for long enough" he said as he put his hand on her shoulder and shook her.
"W-wha.." she mumbled. She opened her eyes and saw Maran sitting next to her. She sat up and looked around. At first she was unsure where she was, but then slowly remembered what was going on. As she turned her head to her left, she noticed her green panties lying there in the grass, with a large pee stain on them. She then remembered what had happened, how she had to be changed by Maran. The thought of it made her face turn red, she wanted to go back to sleep and never wake up. But at the same time, she found the thought pleasing, the thought of the boy she loved taking care of her like that, it was amazing. He did something completely new and uncomfortable for him, just for her. And after that he had asked her not to hate him. There's no way she could do that!
She looked at him, looked straight into his beautiful bright-blue eyes. She was certain now, she was in love with him. "How are you fee-" he started, but was unable to finish due to Lili's finger on his lips, signaling him to shush. He was now looking straight into her big, green eyes and could see the love in her eyes. Her finger was soon joined by the rest of the hand as it stroked his cheek. Her hand then moved through his medium-long, blond hair and to the back of his head. He felt his heart beating faster and his breathing became unsteady. What was she doing? Her head moved closer, her eyes slowly closed and he noticed a small scar right above her left eye, something that could only be seen from up close. Her lips drew closer to his, until they finally touched. He felt her soft, small lips touch his as they kissed. The warmth of the kiss sent chills down his spine as he wrapped his hands around her and pulled her tightly to him. He wanted this moment to last forever. Her lips pulled away, though their faces were still close together. She opened her eyes and looked in his. "I love you" she whispered.
Her heart was pounding so much she thought it would fly out of her chest. She didn't know what she was doing, she just acted without thought. She felt wet down there, but not from pee, something else, something she was unfamiliar with. She had kissed Maran, which had been an amazing feeling, she had felt a current run through her body, his strong lips were so warm. Her hands were shaking, her breath was faster, she wanted to wrap her whole body around him, but then these three words had just escaped her mouth, "I love you". She didn't mean to say them, and he would probably not want to hear them. Now he'd go and report her to the council, and they would stop her Jedi training and she would never be able to see him again. Not that he'd even want to see her again. She had to hold herself back from crying. She opened her mouth and prepared to speak.
"Maran, I-"
"I love you too!" he said. |
Chapter 9
"I love you too". These four words echoed in Lilianne's head over and over. "Did he really just say that? Am I still asleep and is this just a fantasy dream I'm having?". So many questions in but a quarter of a second flew through her mind. She felt her heart beating, she couldn't breathe properly and sweat was running down her forehead. How was she supposed to respond to that?
She ended up not saying a word, but instead did what every nerve in her body told her to do. She hugged him, not the way he had hugged her in the past, no, she squeezed him. Maran didn't say anything, he just wrapped his arms around her back as he felt her breasts squeeze on his chest. She pulled back, put her hands on his chest and pushed lightly, though enough to make him lose his balance and fall on his back. She then laid down next to him, putting her right hand on the left of his chest and cuddled her head onto the right of it. She couldn't explain why, but she really liked this, it made her feel secure, safe, like there wasn't a worry in the world as long as she was close to him.
A moment passed where not a word was spoken, they just watched the sun shining majestically over them, until Maran finally broke the silence.
"So, where are you from?" he asked
"Alderaan" she replied playfully
"The world riddled by politics..that's one place I'd never want to go to" he replied distastefully.
"Oh, it's not so bad. My family had a huge mansion just under the mountains. In the summers, you could see the sun set behind them, creating a beautiful view."
"So you come from a rich family? Must've been fun!"
"I guess...my father is a politician, though I never really knew him much, he was always busy with stuff. I was taken care of mostly by our butler C2. And I never really got much time to play, I was always forced to read books and study, I was supposed to become a successful politician just like my father" she paused. "But then the Jedi came and took me away. Said I was force sensitive. I can't say my father was all too pleased about that."
"Wow..must've been rough on you..what about your mother?"
"I- I don't know. Father never told me anything about her, he always changed the subject. And C2 didn't have it in his memory." Her voice was filled with regret. "So, what about you? What's your story?"
"Oh, mine's not anything special. I grew up at an orphanage, I was supposedly found in an alleyway. Then one day the Jedi came and adopted me. Been in training ever since."
There was a pause again.
"So, what now?" he asked
"What do you mean, what now?"
"Well, as you probably know, we are breaking all rules just by being here, now that our true feelings have come to the surface. If anyone were to find out about thi-"
"Then we'll keep it hidden." she interrupted "Nobody has to know! I don't even understand why this is prohibited in the first place! How can something so good be considered evil? It makes no sense"
"Lili...even so, those are the rules. They will expel us"
"I..why do they care?" she replied frustrated. "What does it matter to them if we love each other?"
"We should keep going" he answered, dropping the subject. "We must complete our missions, remember?"
They stood up and stretched their legs. "So, how do we get past this water?" she asked. He smiled and lifted his hand towards the water. Suddenly the earth began trembling, something was rising out of the water. Large rocks surfaced in a perfect line towards the temple, creating a bridge. "You thought I didn't do my homework? The journal I read mentioned this."
They entered the temple. Lilianne felt a cold, dark feeling run through her. The force here was different. It felt like something was wrapping around her and consuming her, the pressure was devastating. The dark side was all over this place. Lili felt like they were being watched. She looked around but saw no one, yet she knew something was not right. She grabbed Maran's hand. "Let's stay close together, okay? I got a bad feeling about this!"
"Yea, me too!" he replied, worried.
The temple was very different from all the Jedi structures. If the Jedi structures could be described as smooth-looking, this was all very pointy and rough-looking. It seemed nobody had been there for ages. They walked down a narrow hallway, shaped like a trapezium. It had a dark-greenish aura around it, it was all very cold-looking. There were faces carved into the walls, most likely Siths from the past, from the times of the Empire's reign. They walked down the hallway and what met them was staircase, leading down into the ground. The stairs were long, the walls were the same as on the hallway, lots of Sith faces carved into them. Some wore masks, others had slave marks on their face. At the end of the stairs greeted them a hallway that was about 10 steps long, leading them into a room, very different from anything they'd seen before. It looked like a main hall. Rows of statues 20 meter tall on both sides, remnants of what looked to be a red carpet on the ground, leading to a huge statue at the end of the row. Lilianne looked around at the statues. She recognized some of them. First to the left was Darth Malak, a great Sith lord who had opposed the Republic with an unbeatable army forged in the Star Forge. Facing him on the right, was Darth Revan, Malak's mentor. They both fell to the dark side after discovering numerous star maps leading to the Forge. Next to Revan was Darth Malgus, a Sith lord from the old Empire, who tried to usurp the Emperor, ultimately leading to his death. Facing him was Darth Nox, a man who rose from a mere slave to being a member of the dark council, taking over numerous Sith ghosts to gain power. Then came a few statues she did not know. The huge statue in the middle was one that no one could mistake, it was Lord Vitiate, the Sith Emperor who ruled for over thousand years.
Maran quietly listened as Lilianne explained all of this to him with great enthusiasm, she seemed to be in her own personal paradise. Maran did not have the same interest in the old Empire as she did, but he enjoyed listening to her talking so passionately. But their happy moment didn't last long.
"WATCH OUT!" Maran yelled as he force pushed Lili. She was thrown to the ground as a red lightsaber flew right where she had been standing. Maran drew his Vibroblade and prepared to fight. "What is that insane amount of power?" he thought. He could feel how strong the force was with the one who had thrown the blade, but the force was different from what he was used to. This person had a different aura about him. While the Jedi masters had a peaceful and warm aura around them, this person had a cold, enraging aura. The mysterious being finally showed itself. It was a man, dressed entirely in black, hiding his face with a large hood. He walked slowly towards Lilianne, whom lay there frozen in fear. She couldn't help but feel a small stream of pee flow into her panties, forming a small puddle. Maran ran towards the mysterious man and swung his vibroblade. The man pulled the lightsaber back into his hand and blocked the attack. His focus was now on Maran. As they fought, Lili just watched them, shivering. She had never seen anyone like this, someone whose force was as fierce. "Is this the power of the dark side?" she thought. "If so, we don't stand a chance!"
"Lili! Snap out of it!" she heard yelled. Maran was still fighting bravely against this warrior of the dark side. She looked around for anything she could throw at him. She finally spotted a smaller statue behind the others, placed up against the wall whose head had broke off. She lifted the head and threw it right at the dark Jedi. The head flew right into the dark Jedi's back, making him lose balance, allowing Maran to land a strike on his right arm. He would not be able to use it anymore.
"Give up, we are two against you alone! You have no chance of victory!" he shouted.
"You scum are no match for the dark side. Feel it's power!" he answered as lightning continuously flowed through his left hand and into Maran. Lilianne watched as Maran got tortured by that man. She couldn't do a thing as she stood there in her slightly wet pants. "Feel your weakness. Understand how powerless the Jedi are to the hands of the Sith."
"I...will never..lose to you!" Maran stuttered.
"Then fall prey to my blade!" the Sith replied as he threw Maran to the ground, grabbed his lightsaber and stabbed him. Maran let out a painful shout as the saber pierced him.
"Noooo" Lilianne screamed. She felt her body fill with anger, she could feel power flowing through her. She was furious. That man had killed Maran, now he had to die as revenge. She lifted him up and rocketed him into one of the big statues. The statue couldn't withstand the power of the impact and started collapsing. Before it all fell down on the Sith, she got hold of it with her force. She broke it down into several pieces and threw each piece on him continuously until he had been completely buried. She force pushed all of the boulders off the Sith, looking at his condition. He seemed to have survived it somehow, most likely by shrouding himself with the force, so that a small space around him would remain untouched. But he was heavily wounded. That throw earlier had broken his spine, he could not move. Lilianne grabbed his lightsaber, turned it on and looked at him furiously. His hood had flown off, revealing his face. It was a Rattataki, snow-white skinned with yellow eyes and black tattoos on his face.
"Y-yes..*cough*..let your anger con-*cough* consume you, young one....finish me off...I brutal*cough*...brutally murdered your *cough* friend over there!"
She looked at where Maran's body lied. She felt her hate towards this person grow even stronger. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and swung the lightsaber. The Sith's head flew into the air and hit the ground. He was dead, murdered in cold blood by Lilianne. She opened her eyes and looked at the Rattataki's head.
"What have I done?" |
Eeww...I never played KOTOR on light side, something too annoying about it :P
I'm on it!
I've grown tired of this debate, but it has been abused tons of times, you are correct, and that is exactly why I point out that it will happen again if force users aren't kept under control, as I explained.
Now YOU, sir, pose an interesting question. But I had a vague explanation for it in mind if someone were to question it. As can be noticed in the story, the Masters purposely SEND them to the temple, it's not that they didn't know where the artifacts or holocrons were, they are testing the padawans' investigation skill and skill to find things on their own, and in the process see how well they can resist the dark side. There being a Sith there was unexpected however, and in no way predictable to the Jedi. But how it got there? Well, this happens X amount of time after SWTOR, so somewhere in that time there could have been a cult of fallen jedi who decided to commemorate the fallen Sith lords, done so after earning the masters' trust and done this in secret, but only found out once too late. Instead of getting rid of the temple, it was decided to leave it as a testing ground. The temple is mostly there because I didn't think it all through to begin with, but there, a fairly acceptable explanation for something I tried to avoid explaining.
Anyway, It's been too long without a new chapter, so let me get to it.
Chapter 10
"What have I done" Lilianne says terrified as she looks at the decapitated body in front of her. She was trembling with fear. She could not believe that she had killed a person in cold blood, lost control of her emotions like that. If the masters were to find out, she would have to face serious consequences. Her thoughts quickly drifted away from all those worries as she remembered Maran. She looked to where his body had been, but to her surprise, it was not there. Was she just confused because of all that had happened? She looked all around but his body was nowhere to be found. She began to shiver.
"Where did it go?" she thought. "Is there another Sith here?" She turned on the red lightsaber and focused on her surroundings, trying to feel a presence, but there was no one there. "M-Maran?" she shouted. "If you're there, stop fooling around, this is not funny!" No answer. "I- I'm serious...I just-" she paused. "I just killed a man"
"Is that so?" a familiar voice echoed from behind her. Lili turned around with a frightened look on her face.
"M-master!?" she yelled in confusion. "What are you doing h-"
"I felt a disturbance in the force, and it came from here, so I hurried over here, and it seems I was right to" she stated as she looked at Lilianne with disappointment.
"Master, you don't...It's not.."
"Hush, child. I can see clearly what happened. You lost control of your emotions. But we will deal with that later. The bigger issue is what a Sith is doing in a place like this, and how did he come without anyone's notice?" She looked at Lili. "Where is Maran?"
"I- He-" she couldn't say it. She looked at the place where his body should have been. Tears started forming in her eyes.
"Lilianne!" she said in a strict voice. "Where. Is. Maran?"
Lili felt the tears stream down her face. She had a lump in her throat and couldn't bring herself to talk. After a small pause she finally cried out "HE DIED!"
Master Shan understood now what had caused her loss of control. Lilianne had grown too close to her roommate. "It may have been a mistake to pair you two together" she said. "Did that Rattataki kill him?" she asked. Lilianne nodded. "I see. But where is Maran's body?"
Lilianne looked again to where his body had been. "It..*sob*...it's gone!"
"That is most peculiar. This must be brought under the council, as well as what will happen to you. I will have someone take care of that body, it must be taken to a thorough autopsy" She looked at Lilianne. "Come, padawan, let us return to the Jedi Temple." Lilianne walked with Master Shan out of the temple, ashamed and depressed, a few steps behind her Master. She felt no right to walk beside her as her padawan.
Lilianne sat on her bed, wearing nothing but a T-Shirt and her last clean pair of panties, eyes red from crying, thinking about what would happen next. Although it was her bedroom, it felt more like a holding cell. There were two Jedi Knights right outside her door serving as guards while Master Shan discussed matters with the council. She felt weakened, something was keeping her from having full power, as if the Jedi were afraid of her, worried she would do some harm. They treated her as if she were a Sith, at least that's how she felt.
"What will they do to me?" she thought. "Am I to be punished? Expelled? Executed? Banished to an ancient Rakatan prison?" all those thoughts echoed in her head as she sat there, awaiting her fate. "I wish Maran was here" she whispered as she lay down on her bed, buried her head in her pillow and began to cry again.
Meanwhile, the council had gathered, listening to what Master Shan had to say.
"This is most extraordinary!" a council member, Miralukan named Kael, said
"We must find out from where this Sith came from, and if there are more!" another stated, a female Twi'lek named Shaela.
"There's the rule of two, Master Shaela, so the question is not if, but where, where is the Sith Lord and where can we expect him to strike next?" a tiny, orange, pointy-eared member named Yaol answered.
"They must have known the Padawans would be entering the temple at that time!" Kael said
"This temple should never have been allowed to stay there to begin with! It has too much dark energy!" yet another member stated, human named Tamel.
"I second that! It was a foolish move to keep it! It was only a matter of time before something like this would happen!" a Miralukan replied.
The discussion quickly went into a debate, which was abruptly ended by Yaol
"Silence!" he shouted "We can argue all we want, but the past will not be changed. We should focus on dealing with the consequences!"
"Yaol is right, this is not the time for a fight. There is the matter of the young padawan, the one under the care of Master Shan" Kael said as he looked at Master Shan, who stood in the middle of the room.
"She most certainly is, Master Kael, and she was my responsibility. I was careless, I was blinded by her immense amount of force power and her strong mind, I thought she would be able to handle the dark temple. I even convinced Master Jihan to send his padawan as well, for they were roommates" Master Shan stated. "But we could not have predicted a Sith being there, nor could we have predicted the death of a padawan. But what troubles me the most is that my padawan killed the Sith after incapacitating him, driven by anger."
"We should focus on what to do with Master Shan's padawan" Shaela said.
"She is too much of a threat to the order! We must expel her immediately!" Tamel yelled.
"Expelling only means that she will become an even bigger threat later!" the Miralukan replied "She has not fallen to the dark side yet, there is still hope for her, but there will be none if we don't keep her close."
"We will decide nothing before interrogating her!" Yaol said. None of the council members could argue with that statement.
Lilianne woke up from a knock on her door. "Give me a minute" she yelled as she sat up on her bed. She felt cold, mostly around her crotch area. She looked under her blanket, and as she had feared, there was a small wet spot on her sheets, where her butt had been. She put her hands on the front of her panties, as to confirm it completely, and as expected, they were wet at the bottom. She slowly moved her hand to the butt, palpating her panties in the process. They were almost completely soaked there, since she had laid on her back. She stood up and looked in the mirror. There she saw a girl, with ruffled brown hair, green eyes, wearing a light-gray T-shirt with the Republic's logo on it and light-yellow panties that were a bit dark on the lower part of them. She turned around to see her backside in the mirror. The T-Shirt had a dark spot up to her back, and the light-yellow panties were not at all so light-yellow, instead they were dark and wet. She pulled down her panties, revealing her still wet vagina. She went into her drawer to find some wipes and cleaned her privates with it. As she wiped herself, the memory of Maran wiping her flashed through her mind, making her realize how that was one of the first and only memorable thing they had done, as well as it being the last thing he did for her. It made her still red eyes fill with tears again, but she quickly wiped them and stopped herself from crying.
She cursed her own laziness as she remembered all her panties had been peed in the past few days and she hadn't bothered cleaning them all yet. The panties she just bedwet in were the last pair, so she had had no choice but put on a diaper. She did not like the idea of wearing a diaper in the daytime, but given her recent accidents she felt a bit safe wearing one. She put on a clean pair of pants and shirt and looked at herself in the mirror again. "The bulge is clearly visible" she thought. There was a knock on her door again. "You have one minute before we come in!" a voice said from outside her door. She rushed to her mirror and put on a little bit of makeup to cover the obvious cry marks on her face. "Alright, we're coming in!" a voice said.
The door was forced open and the two Jedi barged in. Lili turned around and said "I just finished!"
"Come with us peacefully. The council is ready to speak with you." One of the Jedi said. Lili nodded and walked with them.
She entered through the big doors, about 50 meters tall she thought, and walked through a large hallway with pillars on the walls and a big red carpet. The hallway led her a large half-circle room, with large windows on the walls, and under each window there was a fancy chair in which a council member sat. The whole room as in a similar color-theme as the temple, light-brown, red and white.
"I feel much regret in this one!" Yaol said. "To continue her training is not impossible."
A small discussion went on between the council members before they all went quiet and Shaela looked at Lili. "Lilianne, will you please tell us what happened at the temple." she asked.
Lilianne took a deep breath, then started to speak. "We entered the temple, from which we felt greatly the cold feeling of the dark energy of which resides there. We went down a long hallway which lead us to a large room. I was fascinated by all the statues in the room. That's when the Sith attacked from out of the blue. At first I couldn't move, Maran saved my life as I stood there and-" She hesitated. She almost shared with them how she had wet herself in fear "and couldn't do anything. Then the Sith-" Another pause. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath, to stop herself from crying "Then the Sith killed Maran. I don't remember much after that, not until I am holding a lightsaber and the Sith's body is lying there headless in front of me."
"Did you love him?" Kael asked. Lilianne was shocked. How did he figure it out so fast? She had made sure not to hint at it at all. "What does that have to do with anything?" she asked in reply.
"It has everything to do with this, young padawan" Shaela said.
"No!" Lili exclaimed. "I had no such feelings for him"
"If you say so." Tamel said.
"What do you intend to do with me?" Lili asked.
"What do you think we should do with you?" Yaol replied
"I-" this answer was not what Lili had expected. "I do not know. I do want to continue my Jedi training, I want to strengthen my mind to defend myself against the dark side and it's temptations, but I do not know if I can. So if you wish to expel me, I will understand. If you decide to imprison me, I will understand. But I do not know what I think is a suitable punishment for me."
"That is a most interesting answer" Kael said. "I am going to ask you to leave now, we have much to discuss. Go to your room and wait until we summon you again!" Lilianne nodded and walked out of the room.
As she was walking to her chambers she heard a voice. A voice she knew very well.
"Lili!" it said
"M-Maran?" she replied. |
Chapter 11
"M-Maran?" Lilianne said.
"You can hear me? Oh thank god!" Maran's voice continued. "I've been trying for hours!"
"Oh thank god! I thought I would never be able to see you again!" Lilianne looked around. "Where are you? I can't see you anywhere!"
"You can't see me..I don't have a physical form!" he replied.
"W-what? Does that mean-"
"I'm not dead, no, and stop talking out loud, people will think you're crazy!"
"Right!" Lilianne thought "So you can hear my thoughts?"
"Yes, that's right, I am inside your mind. Only you can hear me" he said,
"B-but how? And does that mean I'll never see you again?"
"I- I'm not sure exactly how it happened. Right before that Sith stabbed me, something whispered to me, helped me perform a possession of a sort. I can't really explain it, but I ended up in your body" he explained. "I don't know if I will ever be able to exit your body again, or if I will-"
"A possession??" Lili said in surprise "That's like a super ancient Sith power, last known to be used by Darth Nox when he rose from a slave to a member of the Dark Council by making Ancient Sith ghosts possess him, absorbing their power" she said with great enthusiasm and awe. "That's why your body vanished. Upon a successful possession the user's body is consumed by the dark side."
"Does that mean I'll be stuck in your mind for eternity?" he asked worried
"Well, unless you take over my body and manage to erase my conscience!" she said jokingly.
"That's not happening. I could never do that to you!" he replied
"I'll look into it, see if we find a way. But what do we do now? Do I tell the council?"
"No! It is best if the council does not know of this. This is a dark power which is highly dangerous it seems. They could see it as a threat. We best keep it to ourselves and work it out on our own!"
"You're probably right. I will say nothing."
Lili entered her room and sat down on her couch. "Damn, I'm tired. I guess that I- that WE get ready for bed" she said. She prepared to undress but stopped. "Wait! Do you see everything I see?" she asked.
"Well, yea I do!" he replied. "I know you're wearing special protection at the moment" he said mockingly
Lilianne blushed. "S-shut up! I was out of panties! Wait...does that mean you saw me undress earlier?" she said angrily
"I- I guess...." She turned completely red "And you-" she realized that he had seen her in her most miserable state, lying on the bed in peed clothes crying her eyes out.
"Don't worry about it, Lili, I'll try not to pay attention."
"You damn better not!" She pulled down her pants and palpated her diaper to make sure it was dry. "Not a drop!" she said and grabbed a T-shirt from her closet. She took off her top and bra and put the T-shirt on, then threw herself onto her bed. "Well, we better get some rest before meeting with the council again tomorrow." she said. "Good night"
"Night." Maran said.
What was this feeling? An uneasy, cold and damp feeling around the crotch area. "What's going on" Maran thought. "Why can I feel everything?" He looked at his hands as he moved the fingers. "Am I in control?". He sat up and looked down under the T-Shirt. "It surely is her body!" he thought as he stared at the breasts hanging down from the chest. "Damn, these are heavy! How can she carry those around every day?" He then looked at the diaper. "So that's how she feels every morning!". He stood up and stretched clumsily. He initiated a walk, but as soon as he lifted his foot he fell straight to the floor and landed with the butt on the floor, feeling the squishy wet diaper even better. "What in the world happened?". He grabbed the bed and pulled himself up. "I guess it's not as easy as you'd think to use a completely new body!". He made another attempt to walk, this time supporting himself with the walls.
"W-what the hell is happening?" Lili suddenly mumbled in the background.
"Oh, good, you're still there! Wasn't sure if I erased your existence in our sleep" he said jokingly.
"Wh-whah?" she replied confused. "What's going on? Why am I not in bed?"
"I'm not sure how or why, but I am in control at the moment" he said.
"WHAT?!" she yelled. "N-no, no no no no! Stop that!" Lilianne was angry. She did not like the idea of someone else using her body.
"It's not like I chose to! I can't even use it properly!" he answered as he slowly made his way out of the bedroom. "I'm going to the bathroom to take this thing off! It's a terrible feeling!" he said.
"F-fine...but after that we will try to find a way to switch back!" she said.
"Fair enough!" he said. As he made his way to the bathroom, he unstrapped the diaper, making it fall to the ground. "Aaahh, this is muuuch better. It feels so free!"
If Lilianne would be able to, she'd be blushing right now. "N-now, try to give me control! I'm going to focus on taking over, just try focusing on losing the control" she said.
He closed his eyes and tried to let go of the body.
"It worked! I'm in!" she yelled. She felt something warm stream down her legs. She looked down. "But you managed to make me pee all over the floor in the process..."
"Probably just a side effect" he said.
"Well, a very inconvenient one!" she replied annoyed. She walked to where she stored her diapers, in the closet under the sink and put a new one on. She then grabbed a towel and cleaned up the pee, picked up the diaper from the night and disposed of it. She quickly got dressed and went to the Intercom placed on a wall in the living room. "I'd like some breakfast, please." she said. "Coming right up!" a robotic voice replied. Only a few seconds later a hole opened up in the wall beside the intercom and a robotic arm came out of it holding a plate with fried Quor'sav egg and fried slices from the belly of a Roba. With it the robotic arm also brought a glass of Nerf milk.
"I love fried Roba!" Maran said. "Now I wish I hadn't given you control!"
"Too bad for you!" Lili replied as she stuffed the meat in her mouth. "I wonder what the council's decision will be..do you think they will kick me out?"
"Nah, this was self-defense of a sort...even though you did execute the guy, they believe the one who you were in love with is dead, so they will probably give you a second chance."
"I hope you're right" she said worried. As soon as she had said those words, two Jedi entered the room and asked Lili to come with them to see the council. She walked with them to the great hall of the council, finding herself standing in front of all of the greatest Jedi in the galaxy once again.
"We have thought much about this!" Kael spoke.
"But after a long discussion, we have come to a conclusion" Tamel said.
"You will be allowed to train once again, young Padawan." Yaol said.
"But under strict supervision, of course!" Shaela said.
Lilianne could not believe what she was hearing. "I thank you all, great masters, for giving me this second chance. I will not fail you again!"
"We are most pleased to hear that." Yaol said. "You can go now"
Lilianne exited the room and thus began a strict training period where she learned to control her emotions better. Two months passed and Lilianne had improved a lot in focusing her powers and bringing out more potential. She had occasionally given Maran control so he could practice movements with her body and train with the sword. She was now heading to her Master Shan's chambers to see what she'd have to say.
"I am here, Master. What did you want to talk to me about."
"These have been difficult two months for you, but I sense great improvement in you. I sense much more patience and control over your emotions. I believe you are ready to forge your very own lightsaber."
Lilianne was amazed, she couldn't wait to go to the forge. She had been waiting for this moment for the longest time and it was finally becoming a reality. However, she hid her excitement from Master Shan, nodded and said "I will do as you ask, my Master."
"Come speak to me once you are done. I have a task for you." she said.
Lilianne had already gathered all the components needed to make the lightsaber in her free time. She had decided on the color and shape of the hilt too. She packed down all she needed, food, water and an extra pair of pants and panties. This time she knew she'd need it. As she was ready to leave, she exited her room and ran to the Taxi droid outside the Temple. "I want to go to the Old Jedi Temple ruins" The droid put some codes into the computer panel in front of it. Lili sat down on a speeder and as usual, as soon as the speeder began to take flight, the droid says "Have a safe and pleasant stay!"
She landed on the Taxi station nearest to the old ruins which had the forge in them. From there it'd be a two hour walk to the cave tunnel which would lead to a valley which the forge resided in. She journeyed up to the tunnel with little to no problem, only running into wild aggressive animals which were easily dealt with.
"Almost there" she said to Maran.
"Yeah, it's time!" Maran replied. She entered the tunnel, facing many difficult monsters inside, but eventually made it out. She was greeted by a long narrow pathway which led to a great structure, about 10 meters high, She hastily ran over to it and up the stairs. She felt like it was hundreds of thousands of steps, but she finally got to the top. In front of her stood the very forge she had been waiting to use. She took her backpack off and drew out of it a few pieces which would form a hilt once put together.
She kneeled down and began meditating, focusing on building her lightsaber. A green crystal floated around along with the hilt parts as she slowly assembled her saber. Once finished, she held it in her hand and pressed a red button on it. A green laser formed from the hilt. "It works! It really does!" she yelled as she swung it around playfully.
"Well, can I get to it as well?" Maran said.
"Fine, but be quick!" she said. She closed her eyes and switched places with Maran. The diaper she had put on filled pretty quick upon switching minds.
He drew out of the backpack a second set of saber hilt parts along with a blue crystal. He repeated the process from earlier and made his lightsaber. As he pressed the button, he said in awe "Wow! This is a lot easier to swing around than the vibroblade. It's so much lighter and I can make such clean movements! I love it!" he exclaimed.
"I know right? But we must now return to my Master. She said she had something urgent to talk about. Give me control!" He closed his eyes and allowed her spirit to flow through the body. She looked down to see a dark patch form on the brown leggings. "As I figured, the diaper couldn't handle two switches. It's leaking."
"So that's why you brought a spare pair of pants." he said. She quickly changed and returned to the Temple.
"Good, you are here!" Master Shan said as Lilianne entered her chambers. "As you know, the peace is once again threatened with the existence of the dark side and the sith. There are reports of several potential Sith sightings on Coruscant. Jedi who have been there also talked about a disturbance in the force while they were there. I want you to go to Coruscant to investigate this."
"I will do as you ask, Master." Lili answered. "Is there a shuttle ready?"
"Of course!" Master Shan said. It's on the landing pad on the roof of this Temple. Now get going, this can not wait for much longer!"
Lilianne rushed to her room and packed down all that she had to pack down. Upon finishing she went to the shuttle. It was going to be a long ride so she grabbed a flight-diaper and put it on upon entering the shuttle. She sat down and looked out the window next to her. After a while she felt her eyes get heavier by the second.... |
Dantooine it is then. Don't worry, there are more cities in the galaxy, Nar Shaddaa will make an interesting choice too, though I will let you guys decide again later. I have both Tatooine and Nar Shaddaa in mind.
Chapter 12
Maran woke up. "Ah, it seems I am in control again." he thought. "And it's only been about an hour and the diaper is already wet...damn it Lili, you really have NO control when you fall asleep." He stood up and stretched his legs. "Now, where can I find a room to change the diaper? I hate this feeling!". He looked around until he noticed a sign with a person with a diaper on and figured that would be the changing room. "I never had troubles like this in my old body". He followed the sign and into a room labeled with the same sign. It was a small and simple room, just shelves with diapers to the left and a diaper disposal on the right. Above the disposal was a sign much like the one from earlier, but this one had a person in a dirty diaper, defined by three waved lines coming from the diaper.
He locked the door behind him and inspected the pants to see if the diaper had leaked. The pants were completely dry, so he unstrapped the diaper and was about to pull it down when he paused. "I don't think Lili would want ME doing this...but then again, she's asleep somewhere in the back of her own head." He shrugged and went ahead with pulling down the diaper, revealing the clean-shaved pussy. He ran his fingers down the waist and rubbed the pussy, still slightly wet from the pee. "It's so soft, so nice" he thought. He grabbed some wipes next to the disposal and wiped the pussy slowly. "I better finish this up fast before she stops me in the act" he thought. He grabbed a diaper and initiated his attempt to put it on. "It can't be THAT hard" he said to himself. He opened the diaper and put it around the waist, but then came at a stop. He was unable to manage to strap the diaper. He needed both hands for that, but one hand had to hold up the diaper while the other would strap the diaper on the sides. No matter how much he tried, the diaper kept falling from his hands and on the floor. After ten minutes of pointless struggles, he gave up, kicked the diaper and said "Screw this! I'll just stay awake and hold her pee for her!" He picked up the dirty diaper and threw it into the disposal. He picked up the pants and put them on. "Heck if I'd ever let those get wet, it's only a two hour ride to Coruscant anyway and I can surely control this bladder better than she can".
In a bit of a foul mood he returns to his seat and looked out the window. "Why can't I see Coruscant yet?" he wondered. "It's been at least one and half an hour". He figured there was a logical explanation for this and shrugged the worries away. "I'm a bit thirsty, I better get something to drink" he thought. He went to a droid vendor and bought a soda-like drink. He quickly gulped it and went back to his seat.
After an hour more had passed, he got a little worried again. "Why have we not arrived?" He decided to head to the cockpit to ask the pilot. When he stood up, he felt that little tingle in the abdomen, but ignored it. "What is up with this delay?" he asked the pilot.
"What delay?" the pilot asked with a confused look on his face. "We are ahead of schedule, young girl, so just sit tight, try to get some sleep maybe."
"Ahead of schedule? It's been 2 and a half hour, the trip to Coruscant should only take 2 hours at most!"
"Coruscant? We most certainly are not heading for Coruscant. This shuttle is going to Dantooine!"
"DANTOOINE??" Maran yelled. "No no no, I need to get to Coruscant right now! I have an important mission!"
"I'm sorry girl, there ain't nothing I can do about it now, I also have a really "important" mission to deliver supplies to Dantooine."
Maran shook his head in anger and stormed out of the cockpit. "Why the fuck am I heading to Dantooine. I better call Master Shan on the holocom." He took out a small silver-plated disc and pressed the small, shiny red button on it. He chose whom he wanted to call.
"What is it, young Jedi?" Shan said as she picked up.
"There must have been some mistake! I am on a shuttle that is headed for Dantooine"
"What?!" Shan replies in shock. "How did that happen? Did you not take shuttle 3-15?"
"Uh-oh.." he replied. "We might have taken the wrong shuttle" he said as he stroked his hand through the long brown hair on his head.
"We? Did you not go alone?" Shan asked.
"Well, yeah I did. Did I say we? I meant I, of course!" he said in a panic.
"This is most unfortunate, young Lilianne, the shuttle stays on Dantooine for 2 days before leaving again!" she said worried. "You will have to wait until then, there is nothing we can do about this. Try and think of this as a chance for you to see the old Jedi academy ruins on Dantooine. You might learn a thing or two from them. Contact me once you land there!" As soon as she had finished her sentence she broke the signal.
"Fuck" he said. "How will I tell Lili about this...and it's another 3 hours until we arrive on Dantooine" He felt the urge in the bladder grow stronger. "How is her bladder already starting to complain? I only had one bottle of Fizzy-Bip"
Frustrated he returned to the seat by the window. "Dantooine huh? I guess it really is an interesting place to go, so we better make the most of it." He looked outside at the stars. They had just enter the mid-rim of the galaxy, meaning they were about half-way there. "This feeling is a lot different when I'm in her body...why? And so strong. I've never felt this much desperation...is THIS the pain she has gone through each time she has ended up having an accident?" The more he worried about it, the more he started to feel the complaints of the bladder, he did not even realize how much he was fidgeting in his seat.
Half an hour passed and the feeling just grew worse and worse. He was holding it in the only way he knew, using the pelvic muscles to keep it in. "What the heck?" he suddenly yelled, louder than he would have liked. He felt the warm liquid stream through the urethra and straight into the white leggings. "Why?" he thought in panic. "Why isn't it holding? Why is it breaking through" He quickly threw his arms to the crotch area and pressured it to try and stop the flow. "Phew, seems that worked" he said relieved though his heart was still pounding like crazy. "I'll just have to keep my hands there and everything will be fine" He looked down to see how visible his little leak would be on the leggings. As he had feared there was no hiding what had happened, the crotch area had a visibly darker, wet spot. He knew there was probably more on the butt, but he was both unable to check and he didn't really want to. He felt how his face turned red from embarrassment, he had seen it happen with Lili countless times, but being the one in control while it happened was completely different.
Another half an hour had passed, and he was running out of hope. Sweat was running down his face, tears were starting to form as he bit his lip.He had never felt this embarrassed in his life, heck, he didn't remember ever being embarrassed about anything at all. He put even more pressure on the vagina as another spurt tried to escape, but he managed to stop it. He suddenly stood up, hands still on the crotch, and ran to the diaper room. He somehow managed to lock it, with only a little bit leaking into the leggings, and then, with one hand still on the crotch, pulled them down, the pee slowly leaking through his hand and into the leggings which he was struggling to take off. Once they were off, he kicked them away and removed the hand from the pussy, and let go of the pee he'd been holding back for so long. He felt the insane relief as the pee streamed down the legs and formed a warm, yellow-ish puddle beneath him.
"Lili can't find out about this" he thought
"What can't I find out about?" a voice echoed in his head.
"Uhh...nothing! Just go back to sleep, we're not there ye-"
"Wait...WHY am I not in a diaper??" she shouted at him.
"I- uh...It was dirty.."
"And instead you decided to pee in my favorite leggings?" she replied frustrated as she notices the obviously wet leggings in the corner of the room. "You realize it is ME they will see walking out on the streets of Coruscant in pee-soaked leggings! All the spares are in the cargo shuttle, they will be delivered to the hotel!"
"I- I thought I'd be able to hold i-"
"You think I'd be putting on diapers for flights if I could hold it? You think I just don't feel like holding it? The only bright side about this is that it is YOU that is feeling this but not me" She had gotten pretty mad.
"I- sorry.." was all he could mutter.
"W-we're not going to Coruscant, Lili, if that helps" he said.
"How would that he- Wait...what?" she asked still frustrated, but confused.
"Y-yeah...we took the wrong shuttle, this one goes to Dantooine"
"Well, that's just great...so now we're stuck on a planet in the outer rim with nothing put pee-soaked leggings and a dress that I put in the backpack earlier, because I intended to look extra good for the high-class people of Coruscant."
"I uh, yea..I guess so.." he muttered.
"Let me take control..we need to clean this mess up and put a new diaper on." she said. She was not as mad now, but obviously not happy about the situation Maran had put her in.
They switched places. "Ah, well, at least my bladder is empty" she said. She grabbed some wipes and started cleaning the puddle up and strapped on a fresh diaper afterwards. "Now then, I will have to reach the backpack that's under my seat to get the dress, but all I'm dressed in is this white sweater and a diaper." After thinking it through, she saw no other option than to just run to the backpack and put the dress on in a hurry.
So she unlocked the door, opened slowly to see if anyone was around, then ran as fast as she could towards her seat. As she was nearing her seat, a service droid bumps into her.
"Oh, what peculiar clothing taste you have, m'am, I believe most would try and cover their diaper, not flash it around." the robot said, loudly enough for probably the whole flight crew to hear. Lilianne blushed and started rushing to her seat again. As she finally got there, she drew out of her backpack a short, white dress with gold decorations on it and quickly put it on.
"There, now we just have to wait until we arrive. Maybe we'll find you a suitable body, if we're lucky." she said
"If, only if, but it'd have to be a Jedi...I'm not going to be possessing someone who can't even use the force."
Lilianne giggled. "Beggars can't be choosers...but the sooner I get you out of my body, the better"
Green lights blinked on the walls and a robotic voice sounded in the speakers "We are initiating landing on planet Dantooine. Please return you your seats until the landing process is complete"
"Dantooine...I guess we'll have to find something to do here for the next two days..." Maran sighed.
"We'll find somethi-" A loud noise interrupted her. "It came from the wing!" she said. The shuttle began shaking and red lights started to flash everywhere. They were crashing.
"Quick, grab onto something!" Maran yelled at Lilianne. She grabbed the pole next to her seat and squeezed it as hard as she could. The shuttle was being pulled faster and faster by the gravity of Dantooine until it finally hit the ground with an impact that sent Lilianne flying to the other end of the room, hitting her head hard, knocking her unconscious.
Well, that was the trip to Dantooine I guess...I'll admit that making Maran be in control was something that sounded interesting to me at first, but the more I wrote it, I felt less interest since it is HIM that is wetting, although it is Lili's body. I'm also not sure if this counts as male wetting or not....Buuut I hope some of you like it, Omo is Omo after all, and this chapter is mostly there to create a reason for them to be heading to Dantooine.
Hope you liked it :) I will try to get another one up this week. |
It was early evening on a hot July day and Kayla was busy stacking cereal boxes on the shelves. She was wearing pink yoga pants and a black t-shirt, with her employee vest layered over it. She worked part time at a supermarket off the highway. Today, however, was a particularly slow day. She paused and listened to the eerie quiet. The only sounds she could hear was that of a far off radio somewhere in the store. Normally there were at least fifty or so people shopping. Why was nobody here? She wondered as she took a big gulp of water. She looked at her watch. Still another hour until the next shift came in. She finished off her water bottle and went back to refilling the shelves with off-brand boxes of cereal.
“Hey, Kayla.”
She looked up. It was her boss, Mr. Sanderson.
“Oh, hi, sir. How’s it going?”
“Alright, thank you. I need you to stock the produce next. Also, since it’s a slow day, it’d be a good time for you and Kevin to set up the patio chairs for the coffee shop. After that, you can pretty much go straight home. Not much to do around here. I wonder why we’re so empty this evening.”
“Okay.” She felt a strong twinge in her bladder. “Is it alright if I take a break? I need to use the restroom.”
“I would, but they’re doing maintenance on the pipes, so there’s no water right now. Sorry.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Kayla didn’t know how long she could it. Her bladder wasn’t weak, but certainly wasn’t the strongest. She put on some earbuds and turned on some music to try and get it off her mind. After the cereal was stocked, she pushed the cart to the back of the store and put a box of tomatoes and lettuce on it. Those were the only things that really needed restocking. She headed to the produce section to stock them. Drinking two bottles of water was not a good idea. She found herself crossing her legs every few minutes to try and hold it. Tomatoes stocked, time for lettuce. She just wanted to get it over with and go home. Maybe just stop at a gas station or a convenience store. She looked down at her watch. 43 minutes.
“Hey, Kayla, Mr. Sanderson told me that we were supposed to set up the chairs or whatever.”
She looked up. Kevin was standing there with a blank expression on his face.
“Oh, uh, yeah. Let’s do that.” She could feel the pressure building in her bladder. It’s alright, she could hold it. Couldn’t she?
The two walked outside to the patio area. It was mostly used by a coffee shop franchise that was built into the store, but it was a nice place to sit down on break. The tables and chairs were under a grey plastic tarp, shielded from the elements. Kevin began to untie the tarp. He pulled the string loose, pulled it off, and the two began setting up the chairs. Kayla looked around nervously. The only other nearby building was an Office Max that Kayla couldn’t recall ever seeing open, let alone anywhere with a bathroom. She pulled chairs off the stack and set them around tables. Wait, didn’t the café have a separate bathroom? It was worth a shot, she thought to herself.
“Hey, Kevin, I’ll be back in a couple minutes. I have to do something.”
“Okay. This shouldn’t take much longer anyways.”
She speedwalked to the café door and pulled it open. A blank looking part timer sat at the cash register, browsing reddit and counting down the minutes until his shift ended.
“Welcome to Second Cup, what can I get for you?”
“Hey, I work in the grocery store. Don’t you guys have an employee bathroom? And, um, can I use it?”
“Sorry, but no. The water’s out.”
“Even here?”
“Yes, that’s how pipes work. Sorry.”
“Thanks anyways.”
The part timer went back to reddit. He probably hasn’t seen a customer all day. She crossed her legs and walked back outside. It was a long shot but at least it was worth asking. She checked her watch. 22 minutes left.
“Where’d you go?” Kevin asked.
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s just finish with these chairs.”
The two idly set up the chairs. She felt the pressure in her bladder slowly building. All she had to do was clock out and drive home. She didn’t even have to do that. Just stop at a Wendy’s or something. Finally, the two were setting up the last of the patio furniture. It looked nice. As if on cue, Mr. Sandersen walked out.
“Good work. You two can clock out early, I don’t have anything for you to do.”
The two walked to the break room together and clocked out. Kayla grabbed her backpack and made a rush to the exit at the back of the store. Her car, an early 90s Jeep Cherokee, was parked at the far end of the lot. She walked as fast as she could while grabbing her crotch and reached into her bag for her keys, but they weren’t there. She checked her pockets. No keys. Where were they? She remembered that they were in her locker. It was fine, she could walk back. This was getting tedious. She put her bag under the car and walked back into the store.
She grabbed her keys and once again walked out the exit. This time she did an awkward pee run towards her car. She grabbed her bag, unlocked the door, started the engine and drove out of the lot. As the car pulled onto the highway, she was relieved at the lack of traffic. It was only a ten minute drive home, and there were places to stop on the way. At this point, she could barely hold it. She was constantly fidgeting and had one hand wedged in her crotch. She went by an exit. No stores or anything. And a second. Again, nothing. She passed a third exit that had two gas stations and a Burger King, but it was closed for construction. She felt a few dribbles drop into her panties. She knew for a fact that the next exit had a McDonalds.
She was already going 10 over the limit, but it didn’t matter. She only had a few minutes before she completely wet herself. The exit sign came over the horizon, and she immediately turned into the exit. However, there was a Mercury station wagon in front of her that was doing 20 under the limit. She honked her horn at the old lady in front of her. But her efforts were all in vain. Her bladder gave way and she completely wet herself and the seat. Pee spilled off the simulated leather seat onto the floor, where it pooled under the gas pedal. Her pants were completely soaked, and because of the design of the seat, she was now sitting in a puddle of her own pee. It sloshed around as the car moved. There was no point in stopping now. She got back on the highway, got home, showered, cleaned her car, and tried to forget this ever happened. |
Mickey & Friends
The Tour of Zootopia
Mickey Mouse and his friends were excited to go on a trip to the city of Zootopia. They were all looking forward to seeing what it’s like to live in a place where anyone can be anything.
They’ll be visiting and stay in Zootopia for about 2 weeks.
Unfortunately, Mickey could only afford 2 airline tickets. And Minnie cannot go with him since she has to look after her nieces, along with Morty and Ferdie. So she suggested that Mickey could ask one of his friends.
Mickey asked Goofy to come; but Goofy felt confident that he and his son Max can make it to Zootopia via car ride. Which is hard for Mickey to believe since it’s so far away, but no use in arguing with Goofy.
Donald Duck is also confident in his own trip to Zootopia, said that his Uncle Scrooge “might” get him the ticket. Though Donald admitted that he’s not sure if his Uncle would want to buy more tickets to Zootopia, since they’re expensive.javascript:void('11')
So that leads to Mickey’s half-brother: Oswald the Lucky Rabbit.
When Mickey showed Oswald 2 tickets to Zootopia, Oswald got hyped up. He got so excited to go with Mickey to Zootopia and get a new adventurous feeling in a city with a cop that got Oswald motivated.
So Mickey and Oswald took the trip via airplane, with their phones charged up. Though Mickey drained his battery a bit when he was playing Pokemon GO. Oswald mostly texted to Ortensia about his trip and promising to take pictures when they get to Zootopia.
“Yes, got that Pikachu. Now I can….What the? My battery is at 15%?” Said Mickey, shocked at the battery drainage. Then puts his phone away, hoping to be done with the plane trip soon.
After the plane trip; Mickey and Oswald find themselves close by to a motel close to Bunnyburrow. Since it’s been a long trip; they decided to rest for the day while charging up Mickey’s iPhone.
The next day after a long rest; Mickey and Oswald decided to take the train that leads straight to Zootopia. Oswald puts on his earbuds and listens to one of the songs sang by Gazelle.
They were both fascinated by the train trip through Sahara Square, Tundratown, Little Rodentia and Rainforest District. Feeling like they’re on a ride from Disneyland, but no feeling of a small world yet.
After the train trip to Zootopia, Mickey and Oswald went over to the Department of Mammal Vehicles to rent a car. A Chevrolet Master Roadster for Mickey to drive with Oswald around the city.
“Oh boy, this is going to be fun. Isn’t it Oswald?” Said Mickey, looking happy about this.
“It sure is Mickey, I’ve been looking forward to this.” Said Oswald, jumping up and down a bit.
So they drove around Zootopia, touring a bit. Then decided to park in Savanna Central, and go for a walk.
“Wow, this is amazing. Never pictured Zootopia like this before, so awesome.” Said Oswald, looking around the city. Wishing he has more than 2 eyes to see. But then Oswald remembered his promise to Ortensia and took his Samsung Galaxy phone out to take pictures of the city. Mickey does the same with his iPhone.
For any places to stop by, they decided to head to Snarlbucks for some drinks.
Oswald ordered some Cool Lime Refreshers while Mickey went for some White Chocolate Mocha.
”mmmm, these drinks here in Snarlbucks are good.” Said Mickey, enjoying the taste of his Mocha.
“Snarlbucks uh, I thought it was called Starbucks.” Said Oswald, a bit confused.
“Well, might still be the same place.” Said Mickey, not sure either.
After connecting to the wi-fi service, Mickey gets a MuzzleTime call from Goofy.
Mickey answered the call and can see Goofy though the phone.
“Hiya Mickey” Said Goofy, looking to see Mickey through MuzzleTime.
“Hi Goofy, what are you up to?” Asked Mickey.
“I’m on my way to Zootopia.” Said Goofy.
Mickey can see that Goofy is currently driving his car, having someone else holding Goofy’s phone for Goofy to be seen though MuzzleTime.
“You are? Are far are you from here?” Asked Mickey
“Well I-uh, uh……..” Goofy puzzled a bit.
“About 2,000 miles from here.” Answered another voice, revealed to be Max Goof who’s holding Goofy’s phone.
“Oh, hi Max.” Said Mickey
Max’s face shows in MuzzleTime and says “Hi Mickey, hi Oswald.”
“Hey Max.” Said Oswald.
Then the phone faces Goofy again.
“Gosh, that’s a long way to go. Could take you 2 days or more.” Said Mickey.
“No problem Mickey, I’m going as fast as I can, so how is it over there?” Asked Goofy.
“It’s very interesting, the city is all colorful and we’re seeing familiar places with different names.” Said Mickey.
“Sounds like a good place to go, I always love to experience new areas and explore around…..” Goofy was cut off my Max.
“DAD, watch the road!” Said Max as Goofy accidentally merged his lane without warning other drivers.
“I guess we better talk later.” Said Oswald.
“We’ll see you guys later. Bye now.” Said Goofy.
“See you later.” Said Mickey, as he hung up Muzzletime.
Then looked to Oswald.
“It’s going to take a long while for Goofy to get here, maybe 3 or 4 days.” Said Oswald.
Mickey sighed and said “Well at least we’ll be here for 2 weeks."
Mickey ordered another cup of mocha, enjoying the taste of Snarluck's chocolate.
"So, where do you want to go next?" Asked Mickey
Oswald took out his Samsung Galaxy phone and ‘Zoogle’ searched the digital map of Zootopia. He looked carefully at it and spotted where he wants to go next.
"Let's shop around at Targoat." Said Oswald
"Targoat? You mean Target?" Asked Mickey
"Actually they call it Targoat, has an icon of a goat with a target sign on his eye." Said Oswald
Mickey chuckled on that, then asked "So where is Targoat?"
Oswald looked at the map in his android, then said "It's in Sahara Square, close by to Sahara Sweets."
"Cool, let's go." Said Mickey, finishing his last Mocha and went off with Oswald from Snarlucks.
After a few miles, they arrived at the desert land of Sahara. The road there was rather rusty as it is full of sand. Seeing camels jogging around for exercise.
As Mickey drives towards Targoat, Oswald spotted something up in the sky.
"Hey Mick, do you have binoculars?" Asked Oswald
"Yeah, they're in the glove compartment. Did you see something?" Said Mickey
Oswald takes the binoculars out of the glove compartment and took a look towards the sky before he answers Mickey's question.
"Mmhm, looks like a small plane with some balloon to keep it on air." Oswald answered, then took a closer look and added "It says 'Rescue Rangers' on it."
"Rescue Rangers?" Said Mickey, then figured out and said "That must be Chip and Dale."
"Looks like they're going to land somewhere in Zootopia." Said Oswald, as he sees the small plane disappearing from sight by lowering themselves past the sight of the city.
"We might run into them when we get back to Savanna Central“ Said Mickey, as he finds a parking place for Targoat
As Mickey and Oswald entered Targoat, Mickey asked “So what are we shopping for?”
“I want to get something nice for Ortensia, maybe a nice dress.” Said Oswald, looking for a isle of woman’s clothing.
After they found the isle, Mickey took a look at female slippers, very big and wide.
“Woah, Oswald, have you seen slippers that big before?” Asked Mickey
“No, man those are pretty big. I wonder who…..” Oswald cut off as he looked up the sign that said as he say to Mickey “Elephants”
“Oh, right.” Mickey chuckled to his own silliness as he puts the slipper back.
Then said “Reminds me of a movie they’re making, a parody of Cinderella. I think it’s called Cinderellephant.”
Oswald laughed, then said “imagine they cast Hyacinth Hippo in it.”
Mickey laughed too, as they found the dresses where Oswald wants to find.
Oswald eventually finds a nice dress for Ortensia, a simple pink dress that’s fabric.
As they continued shopping at Targoat, Mickey gets a text message from Donald Duck saying ‘I’m on a plane with my uncle and my nephews, heading straight to Zootopia. See you later tonight.’
“Ah good, Donald and his family are on their way here to Zootopia.” Said Mickey cheerfully.
“I hope his nephews wouldn’t cause any trouble.” Said Oswald
After finding everything they want or need, they approached the cashier that is a goat.
As they are exiting Targoat; Mickey begins to feel a small hit on his bladder. But Mickey felt that he can hold it a while.
Mickey and Oswald were sweating when they walked to the car and uploaded some stuff.
“Man I’m thirsty, is it always this hot in Sahara Square?” Asked Oswald, wiping sweat from his forehead.
“I don’t know, wonder how Christmas would be done here.” Said Mickey, also sweating.
Then Mickey suggested “Let’s go to Sahara Sweets since we’re close by, I want to see what they have.”
“Actually there’s a cafe I want to try out, it’s called Jumbeaux's Café, it’s closer to Savanna Central where we could be closer to any places.” Said Oswald
Mickey sighed, but decided not to argue. So they drove away from Sahara Square to Savanna Central and closer to Jumbeaux's Café.
So they went into Jumbeaux's Café, where they see the Elephants selling Ice Cream and popsicles to customers.
The line isn’t long, but most of the customers seem to be the big animals, mostly elephants.
“Man, look at that Jumbo Pop, it’s so huge.” Said Mickey to Oswald, pointing at those available Jumbo Pops.
“Wow, I could never eat or suck all of that.” Said Oswald
“Ok, I’ll just go for some water. And maybe a milkshake.” Said Mickey, now approaching the cashier.
“Hi there, I would like some milkshake please.” Said Mickey
“And some ice cream please.” Said Oswald
“I’m not sure you’re qualified for some ice cream, you’re too small. and our ice cream is for elephants only.” Said the cashier, who’s name tag says Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.
Oswald felt offended by this, but was also distracted when seeing the other employees using their nose-trunk to make ice cream, without wearing trunk gloves.
“Fine, maybe I’ll just have a Pawpsicle.” Said Oswald, not happy about this.
Jerry sighed, then said “Alright, I’ll sell you one since you’re with this famous mouse here.” Said Jerry, as Mickey pays for both the milkshake and the Pawpsicle.
Mickey and Oswald took a seat far from the cashier, with what they wanted.
“What a jerk.” Said Oswald, looking at Jerry. Then at the employees and added “They’re not wearing gloves, they’re getting mucous on the desserts.”
“Probably safer having a Pawpsicle than any ice cream here. We should go to Sahara Sweets next time we want dessert.” Said Mickey, having a sip of a milkshake.
As Oswald sucks his Pawpsicle, he look over past Mickey and spotted a Mouse eating something large with an non-anthropomorphic elephant.
“Is that Dumbo?” Asked Oswald.
Mickey looked over, and said “Yes, and there’s Timothy Q. Mouse”.
“Well, hello Mickey.” Said a voice suddenly, then Mickey looked around and spotted Jiminy Cricket on his table.
“Hi Jiminy, you’re visiting Zootopia as well?” Asked Mickey.
“Yep, thought I join in with Tim and Dumbo on this trip to see what it’s like. So you and your brother exploring here?” Asked Jimmy
“Yeah, me and Oswald planned to stay here for two weeks.” Said Mickey
“How are you folks liking it here so far?” Asked Jiminy
“It’s good so far, lots of interesting similarities.” Said Oswald, then looked at Jerry again and added “Though some people seem to be rude.”
“I’ll say, they don’t seem to treat their customers very well do they?” Said Jiminy, who happens to dislike the elephants working there. But then looked to Dumbo sucking happily on a Jumbo Pop.
“At least Dumbo is enjoying a Jumbo Pop.“ Said Jiminy
“How did you guys get here?” Asked Oswald
“We flew here.” Answered Jiminy.
Oswald looked over to Dumbo, then did the “Of Course” reaction.
“We also spotted a school where only Donkeys go to. I think it’s Zootopia’s own Juvenile Hall.” Said Jiminy.
“Really, mostly Donkeys uh.” Said Mickey
“I can imagine Lampwick going there if he makes a jackass out of himself.” Said Jiminy.
Mickey and Oswald laughed a bit, before they were approached by Tim and Dumbo.
“Well, hello Mickey. Hi Oswald.” Said Timothy.
“Hi Tim, hi Dumbo.” Said Mickey, as Dumbo could only smile at him and Oswald.
“So what are you guys up to?” Asked Oswald
“We’re on our way to Little Rodentia.” Said Tim.
“Thought we explore there to see how life goes over there. And I hope they have decent clothing there too.” Said Jiminy, looking at his own coat we wore for a long while.
“Well, I bet they’ll have lots of material you could find.” Said Mickey.
“Well then, take care you two.” Said Jiminy, as he jumps up to Dumbo’s head and sits next to Timothy to go for a ride.
“Bye guys.” Said Oswald.
“See you later.” Said Mickey.
And then Dumbo walked out of Jumbeaux's Café with Tim and Jiminy.
“I heard that Little Rodentia has a small opening area for people their size.” Said Oswald.
“Well, hard to tell if we’re allowed to go there.” Said Mickey
“You’re a mouse, that makes you a rodent.” Said Oswald.
“Yeah, but I’m still a size of a human, a little bit.” Said Mickey, looking at his body. Then added “Otherwise I would be as small as Tim, Jiminy, Dale and Chip.” Said Mickey.
Oswald laughed, then thought out loud “I bet Little Rodentia is where the Rescue Rangers were heading to.”
“I’ll bet.” Said Mickey.
A few minutes later; Mickey gets a MuzzleTime call from Donald Duck, and slides to see Donald Duck in Mickey’s iPhone.
“Hya Donald, did you make it here in Zootopia?” Asked Mickey
“Yeah, sort of.” Said Donald, looking rather grumpy and upset.
“What’s wrong Donald?” Asked Mickey, looking concerned.
Donald used his phone to show where he’s at; Zootopia Police Department.
“You’re in a Police Department? What happened?” Asked Mickey
Donald turns his phone to face Mickey and said “Well, my uncle Scrooge only invited me to go with him to Zootopia.”
Then through the phone, Donald shows Mickey Scrooge McDuck, with their nephews; Huey Dewey and Louie.
Scrooge McDuck looks really mad, with the nephews looking embarrassed and ashamed of themselves.
Then Scrooge is talking to a police receptionist who is a cheetah. Having Lucky Chomps cereal nearby.
“Your nephews weren’t invited?” Asked Oswald
“Uncle Scrooge said it’s cheaper to have only 2 of us go to Zootopia, and have our nephews come another time.” Said Donald, then added “But they Stowed away on our plane.”
“Oh my.” Said Mickey, looking at the sight of the ashamed Huey Dewey and Louie.
Oswald and Mickey also noticed that Louie has some towel wrapped around his waist. With Dewey putting his hand on Louie’s shoulder for comfort.
“What’s wrong with Louie?” Asked Oswald
The screen turns back to Donald as he answered “Louie had an accident while they were stowing away. We never knew they were with us until after we landed on Zootopia. A plane guard spotted a puddle nearby where they were hiding and then we were sent here.”
“Ah man, I’m sorry you all had to go through this.” Said Mickey.
“Look Mr. Clawhouser, I’ll pay for their ride if I have to. But they will be grounded for a long long time.” Said Scrooge McDuck to Benjamin Clawhauser, as Mickey and Oswald heard from the phone as a background noise.
Donald sighed and said “I have to go, bye guys.” then the screen went back to the iPhone menu.
“I can’t believe they stowed away on a plane trip here.” Said Oswald.
“I’ve seen them do crazy tricks before, they often get in trouble.” Said Mickey, looking concerned for them.
“Have they ever played tricks on you before?” Asked Oswald
Mickey thought for a moment, then answered “There was a time I babysit them at my place, and they pretended to be sick and made me give him more than they need. But I got them back, telling them they got ‘Bolvainian Brain Fever.’”
(Look up Mickey's Remedy for more details)
Oswald laughed as Mickey said “You should have seen the look on Donald’s face when he sees they were well-behaved.”
After finishing up both the milkshake and water, Oswald and Mickey got up and were about to leave.
But not before Mickey felt another hit on his bladder, which was a bit stronger than the last hit.
So Mickey went towards the solo bathroom in Jumbeaux's Café, only to find that it’s out of order.
“Sorry, the bathroom is in maintenance for a while.” Said Jerry, as he noticed Mickey tried to enter the bathroom.
Mickey twitched a bit, but decided to move on through the tour of Zootopia in hopes of finding a bathroom.
“So, where to go next?” Asked Oswald to himself and Mickey, not noticing Mickey’s attempt to use the bathroom.
Oswald then spotted his next interests; Rainforest District.
“Since it’s close by, let’s go there next.” Oswald suggested.
So they drove the car to a parking section where it instructs vehicles to remain in Savanna Central for legal parking of Rainforest District. Close by to the entrance of the District.
Mickey and Oswald walked around the Rainforest District, both amazed at the sight of elevations and residents in places as low as the district's river or as high as the canopy.
“Wow, I bet Tarzan and Mowgli would like to come here if they visit Zootopia.” Said Mickey, looking around the district.
“Ariel would like it here too with all of that water.” Said Oswald.
So Oswald and Mickey explored the district. Passing by Manchas' Treehouse and looked into the outskirts of the districts to see the sight of Cliffside Asylum.
“An abandoned hospital, looks scary.” Said Oswald.
“I heard that the mayor of Zootopia used that place to keep some people in that were infected by some kind of problem, making them real animals.” Said Mickey, feeling a little cold from the weather of the district.
“You mean the mayor that looks like Mufasa?” Asked Oswald
“Yeah, I think his name is Lionheart.” Said Mickey.
Oswald said “Mhhm, hard to believe the story here. One dishonest mayor after another, it made me think at first that Zootopia would be as dangerous as New York. But after seeing that female cop making Zootopia a better place, I felt motivated to come with you here and experience some…..” Oswald was cut off by Mickey’s sudden whimper.
Oswald looked to Mickey, who’s looking uncomfortable and moved his legs a bit.
“Are you ok Mickey?” Asked Oswald
“I..I’m just cold, is there any place to go to here?” Asked Mickey.
Oswald took his Samsung Galaxy out and searched on Zoogle to see the map where they’re at now.
“Looks like there’s a ‘Trader Doe’s’ nearby.” Said Oswald
“Let’s go.” Said Mickey, walking up ahead of Oswald.
So they approached Trader Doe’s in Rainforest District, seeing how similar it looks compared to Trader Joe’s.
“What are you planning to get from here Mick? Mickey?” Asked Oswald, looking around to find that Mickey went off somewhere in the store.
Mickey walked fast Isle after Isle, to try to find the restroom.
After a couple minutes; Mickey found the restroom, but with the sign on the door saying “Closed for maintenance, sorry for the inconvenience.”
“Ah man. Why is this happening?” Mickey said to himself out loud.
“Because some animal didn’t get the pipes right, the bathroom flooded when the district activated it’s annual water spray.” Said a Doe who works at the store, who heard Mickey ask the question.
With a small pain in his bladder; Mickey looked around the store to find Oswald getting drinking samples.
“There you are Mick. I was just trying out the sample of some orange juice. It’s really good. Here, try one.” Said Oswald as he handed Mickey a cup of Orange Juice.
Mickey gulped nervously as he stared at the juice, but felt it’s best not to argue. So Mickey took the sample of the orange juice. Good tasting, but didn’t make his bladder any better.
“Tastes good Oswald, now let’s go.” Said Mickey, already walking out of Trader Doe’s.
‘mmhm, why is Mickey in a hurry all of the sudden?’ Oswald asked to himself in his head, as he follows Mickey out of the store.
As the two were about to exit Rainforest District, they noticed that there’s some road blocked off. With a sign on the exit saying “Road to Savanna Central closed for plumbing, use Gondola Lifts to exit.”
“Ah nuts, is there any other stores here in Rainforest District?” Said Mickey
Oswald Zoogled the map and found that there’s not many other stores in the district.
“I don’t think there’s more to find here, let’s just use the lifts to get back to the city.” Said Oswald.
Mickey sighed in disappointment as they proceed through the district to get to the lifts.
As they approached closer to the Gondola Lifts; there was suddenly rain coming from the sprinklers above them, with nearby fountains activated and waterfalls getting stronger.
All of this caused Mickey to put his hands between his legs, trying to ease the pain in his bladder that now is more painful than before.
“They said this would happen every hour to keep the district going.” Said Oswald, looking around the watery district towards Mickey. Now noticing Mickey holding his crotch.
“Come on, let’s get to the lifts.” Said Mickey, moving his hands from his crotch and started walking towards the lifts before Oswald could ask.
They got on the Gondola Lifts, and it slowly moved them up to the air.
Oswald and Mickey enjoyed the sight of Rainforest District from up above, as the lifts slowly moves through the district towards Savanna Central
Oswald smiled at the sight between the forest and the colorful city they’re slowly approaching. Mickey loved it too, but his mind was more focused on his throbbing bladder. Mickey sat down with his hands on his lap.
“Isn’t it beautiful Mickey?” Asked Oswald
“It’s really beautiful.” Said Mickey, though he’s not paying attention.
Oswald noticed Mickey isn’t looking well, and finally asked “Are you ok Mick? You were acting strange since we went to Rainforest District. What’s your problem? Did the Asylum scare you?”
“No” Said Mickey
“Didn’t like Trader Doe’s?” Asked Oswald
“No” Said Mickey, slightly annoyed.
“Then what is it?” Asked Oswald, expecting to hear Mickey make a downside note of Zootopia.
Mickey answered “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Bathroom? You mean you have to pee?” Asked Oswald, surprised at Mickey’s statement
Mickey nodded, then said “It’s an emergency.” Then Mickey moved one hand on his crotch.
“Ah man, this is bad timing. So that’s why you disappeared all of the sudden back at Trader Doe’s” Said Oswald, sitting next to Mickey.
“And I couldn’t use the bathroom over at Jumbeaux's Café, it’s like every bathroom is closed off.” Said Mickey, crossing his legs.
“Don’t worry Mickey, we’ll find a bathroom.” Said Oswald, putting his hand on Mickey’s leg and rubbing Mickey’s knee in comfort.
“I’ll try not to think about it.” Said Mickey, feeling a bit confident that he’ll make it.
Oswald and Mickey sat silently on the lift as they slowly surpassed the forest and reaching back towards the city.
It took 10 minutes for them to finally reach Savanna Central. Luckily for them; the lift lands close to where they parked their car.
“Almost there.” Said Mickey, keeping his hands on his crotch as he kept his legs tightly crossed.
As their lift finally comes to a stop and lands in the Central; Oswald got up and walked out of the lift. But Mickey was hesitant to stand.
“Better get off Mick, before the lift takes you away.” Said Oswald, getting back in to help Mickey up.
The lift started moving again just as Oswald and Mickey got out in time, but it caused Mickey to stumble his way out.
Mickey felt a drop of urine escape onto his red shorts. Making Mickey’s face red. And knowing he’s only wearing his red shorts with no underwear, his leak would be more obvious.
So they walked towards the parking lot of Savanna Central, which was a lot of walking for Mickey. Hands on his red shorts, Mickey wobbled his way to the parking lot with Oswald, slowly approaching their car.
“You better drive Oswald, I don’t know how much I could hold it in.” Said Mickey, clutching his crotch while hopping a bit.
“Ok, not sure if I could drive well. But I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to a bathroom.” Said Oswald, unlocking the car doors.
Oswald drives the car around the Central of Zootopia, to find nearby place that allows Mickey to use the restroom.
Unfortunately, they find themselves in traffic. Mickey moans as he kept his hands between his legs, crossing his legs around to try to ease his full bladder. Sweat pouring out of Mickey’s head.
“Just hang in there buddy.” Said Oswald, rubbing Mickey’s shoulder for the moment before the traffic makes them stop and go, stop and go. Making Mickey clench his teeth while feeling the urge to pee.
“Come on Come on.” Mickey muttered, holding his crotch as tight as he could.
Throughout their traffic time in their car; Oswald spotted an orange shabby-looking van with an antenna topper that reminded him of Baymax.
But what’s weird to Oswald is the driver next to him. A fennec Fox the side of a toddler, sucking his pacifier as he drives his orange van next to the car Oswald drives.
The van currently on the left-turn lane.
“What the heck, there’s a toddler driving a van?” Said Oswald, confused at the situation. Then added “Isn’t it illegal in Zootopia for kids to be driving like that? What if his parents finds out when he’s…..”
“Oswald, the light is green!” Yelled Mickey while cutting him off the subject of the toddler.
“Oh, right.” Said Oswald as he steps hard on the gas pedal, passing the green light while the traffic eases up.
“Hurry Oswald, I feel like I’m going to explode!” Cried Mickey, shifting in his seat as he felt another leak in his shorts. His hands covering a stain now revealing in his shorts.
“Hold on Mickey.” Said Oswald, driving as fast as he can.
But as Oswald continued to drive, he has just passed the stop sign without stopping. Not noticing the sign.
Then suddenly a police car appeared behind them, with sirens on for their attention.
“Oh no, cops!” Said Mickey, seeing the cops behind them.
“Ah nuts.” Said Oswald, as he slows the car down and pulls over to the right side of the road. Stopping the car for the cops to check on them.
Mickey moaned loudly with tears out of his eyes while feeling his bladder overfull. Making Oswald feel concerned for him, and for what’s going to happen now that the cops pulled them over.
2 cops approached their car.
A Slender rabbit with gray fur, pink nose, and purple eyes
And a fox with red fur, large ears, dark purple nose, cream muzzle, and green eyes.
Oswald gulped as he looked into the cops and said nervously “H-Hi officers, wh…what seems to be the trouble?”
“Well we saw you passing a stop sign without stopping the car first, I hope you have a good explanation for this.” Said the female bunny-cop.
“Oh, I didn’t see the stop sign, I was trying to…Wait, are you Judy Hopps?” Asked Oswald, now remembering who this bunny is.
“Yes. Officer Judy Hopps. ZPD. And this is Officer Wilde, Nick Wilde.” Said Judy, happy to hear that she’s being remembered.
“Thanks for the intro Carrots.” Said Nick, then turned to Oswald and said “Now may I see your license and registration please?”
“Oh, uuuhh. Actually it’s Mickey’s car, he rented it earlier today.” Said Oswald, pointing at Mickey sitting next to him.
Mickey timidly handed over his license and registration to Oswald, who passed it on to Judy and Nick for them to view.
Then it caught Nick’s attention the minute he looked at the picture. “Wait, THE Mickey Mouse? The one who ran the show at the House of Mouse.” Nick said excitedly
“And the star of the Three Musketeers show.” Said Judy, also hyped up.
Mickey was flattered to hear that he’s been familiarized by the cops, but couldn’t keep still as he felt another leak escape.
Mickey couldn’t wait any longer and unbuckled his seatbelt before getting out of the car timidly. He thought maybe he could ask the cops where the bathroom is. So Mickey reveals himself to Nick and Judy. But also dampening his shorts.
“Mickey.” Said Oswald as he too steps out of the car to see what Mickey was doing.
“Wow, so it is Mickey Mouse. It’s nice to meet you.” Said Nick, as he and Judy approached Mickey.
“Nnn…Nice to meet you. Where the bath…..AH!” Mickey cut off with a wide-eye and mouth open.
His bladder started to give up, and pee hits Mickey’s shorts with full force.
“Oh no. Nooo!” Cried Mickey, as the crotch of his red shorts growing a dark patch where Mickey was holding in vain. Feeling his hands growing wet as the urine pours out of Mickey’s shorts. Pee sliding down Mickey’s bare legs as his yellow shoes started getting soaked with his urine.
A puddle grows below Mickey’s yellow shoes while peeing uncontrollably in his shorts, soaking his shorts and legs.
“Oh gosh, oh gosh” Said Mickey as he wets himself in front of Nick, Judy, and Oswald. All staring at him in sorrow.
After about a minute and a half; Mickey finally stopped peeing his shorts. Mickey stands in his own puddle of urine, his legs and shorts totally wet. He couldn’t stand long as he collapsed on his knees in his own puddle of pee. Feeling embarrassed and humiliated at his own accident.
“Well, I guess that explains why you guys passed the stop sign.” Said Nick Wilde, having the same expressing look he had about Skunk butt rug.
The two rabbits approached Mickey and kneeled to rub his shoulders in comfort.
“It’s ok Mickey, accidents happen.” Said Judy
“I’m sorry I got you into this mess.” Said Oswald, putting his hand on Mickey’ head.
“It..It’s ok Oswald, you did what you could to help me.” Said Mickey, his face still red as he’s still in his urine.
“I’ll tell you what, we’ll let you guys go with the stop sign. You two can go wherever you’re staying.“ Said Judy, feeling it’s best not to make things any worse.
Nick looked around his surroundings, finding nobody else nearby.
“At least nobody knows but us.” Said Nick.
“But we don’t have a place to stay yet.” Said Oswald, helping Mickey up.
“And people are going to notice if we go rent a place now. What are we doing to do?” Asked Mickey, not sure how he could hide from people knowing that Mickey Mouse peed his shorts.
They all stood for a minute, until Nick Wilde develops an idea. “Hey guys, I know a place where you could stay for a bit and get your shorts cleaned up. And nobody will know you peed yourself.”
“You do?” Asked Mickey, looking up to Nick.
“If you two would follow us, we’ll get you there.” Said Nick, approaching the police car.
“We’re not going to jail are we?” Asked Oswald, concluding that’s where they’re going.
Nick laughed and said “Oh course not. Unless you want to go to jail.” Said Nick, teasing Oswald.
Oswald shook his head timidly, saying “No.”
Judy looked at Nick with an irritated expression, before grabbing a blanket from the police car and giving it to Oswald.
“Here, this should keep your car seat from getting wet.” Said Judy, referring to Mickey’s passenger seat in their own car.
Mickey smiled a bit as he went back to his car and sat on a seat covered by the blanket, with Oswald still going to drive the car.
So they then followed the cops somewhere mysterious in Zootopia.
“Wonder where they’re leading us to.” Said Oswald, driving while following the police car.
“Looks like we’re heading back towards Sahara Square.” Said Mickey, sitting on the blanket in his wet shorts.
In the police car…..
“So where are we taking them Nick?” Asked Judy.
“You’ll see.” Said Nick, smirking at Judy to keep it a mystery for her.
13 Minutes later
“I should have guessed.” Said Judy, as she and the others find themselves in ‘Mystic Springs Oasis’, accompanied by a yak named Yax.
“So, what brings you four here?” Said Yax, his head surrounded by flies.
“Hey there Yax, these fellows here wanted to experience the club of naturalist.” Said Nick, pointing at Oswald and Mickey.
Then added “And the laundry close by to this place.”
“Well you all came to the right place, we have the club right over there.” Said Yax, pointing to the door on the right side of his desk.
“A naturalist club?” Said Mickey, as he and Oswald were still confused on where they’re going, but Mickey is glad the place is dark in here. Yax didn’t noticed the red shorts filled with urine.
“It’ll be 3 dollars for the laundry, but the club is free to join anytime.” said Yax.
Then looked to Mickey and Oswald and said “Ok, you may take your clothes off.”
Both Mickey and Oswald went wide-eyed at what Yax just said.
“Our clothes off?” Asked Oswald.
“Yeah, it’s required for you guys to be naked in the naturalist club.” Said Yax, as he opens the door to show them all the naked animals participating in the club.
“Oh my goodness.” Said Mickey, shocked and embarrassed of what Nick Wilde brought them into.
“I’m…I’m not sure if I could do this.” Said Mickey, looking down at his wet shorts.
“It’s best if you take your shorts off. Unless you prefer them seeing that you peed your pants.” Said Nick Wilde.
Mickey blushed for a minute, then figured that it’s best to approach the club as a naked mouse rather than a mouse that peed his pants. So Mickey took off his shorts and shoes, letting the air touch his wet bare skin.
“Come on Oswald.” Said Mickey, looking to Oswald who’s hesitant on taking his own clothes off.
It took a minute to convince Oswald to take his shorts off, relieved to hear that nobody is laughing.
Wrapping the clothes
with the blanket Judy gave to Mickey, Yax threw them into the laundry.
Mickey and Oswald turned to Nick and Judy.
“Thank you both very much, I’m glad to have met you.” Said Mickey, holding out his hand.
Both Mickey and Oswald shook hands with Nick and Judy, thankful for their help.
“Nice meeting with you guys.” Said Judy, as she and Nick departed from Mickey and Oswald.
“We probably should wash our hands after shaking Mickey’s.” Nick whispered to Judy, making her hit him a little with her elbow on their way out.
So Mickey and Oswald experienced the naturalist club while walking and playing around naked. They were embarrassed at first, but they slowly begin to grow comfortable with the club. They played Volleyball, Tennis, and did some yoga. These activities took Mickey’s mind off his accident.
After the club; Mickey and Oswald exited Mystic Springs Oasis, with Mickey’s red shorts now dried and clean.
Later on; Mickey and Oswald rented one apartment at the Grand Pangolin Apartments. They were not pleased with greasy walls, rickety bed, and crazy neighbors. But they felt that they could bare with this for two weeks at Zootopia.
After they settled their stuff in the apartment; they were exhausted after this tour and decided to rest for the day.
The next day; Mickey and Oswald noticed that Gazelle is going to perform on stage tonight. So they purchased the tickets to the show, but still got hours to go.
Mickey and Oswald decided to go see Donald Duck and his family. So Mickey texted on his iPhone “Hey Donald, want to meet us somewhere?”
He gets a reply saying “Sure, let’s meet up at this restaurant called ‘Chill Out’ in Tundratown.”
“Mmhmm, where is that exactly?” Oswald thought out loud as he looking up the map in Zoogle.
Then spotted it and said “Ah, it’s close by to Saint Basil's Cathedral.”
“Ok, let’s go.” Said Mickey, excited to see Donald there.
So they drove over to Tundratown, where it was rather cold for Mickey and Oswald. But they enjoyed the sight of this district while driving below the arch bridge that spans the Tunkhannock Creek in Nicholson, Pennsylvania.
“Mmhmm, I think I just spotted Elsa’s Signature Snowflake over there.” Said Mickey while driving.
“I hope this restaurant isn’t as cold as out here.” Said Oswald, shivering a bit.
They approached ‘Chilled Out’, and it turns out to be nice and warm inside.
“Hey guys” came the famous voice of Donald Duck, who then approached Oswald and Mickey.
“Hi Buddy.” Said Mickey, giving Donald a hug.
Oswald looked around and noticed there’s only Donald. So he asked “Where’s your family?”
Donald sighed and said “Uncle Scrooge and my nephews is over at the Apartment close by to here.”
“You mean the apartment run by penguins?” Asked Mickey
“Scrooge said it’s the cheapest apartment to find in Zootopia. He’s in there right now, keeping our nephews grounded for their stowaway.” Said Donald, sitting with Mickey and Oswald.
“Well, at least they’re here with us.” Said Mickey, happy and a little concerned for them at the same time.
Oswald, Donald, and Mickey all ordered Hot Chocolate to keep themselves warm from the cold wind of Tundratown.
“So, are you going to that concert where Gazelle will show up?” Asked Mickey
“Oh yeah, I’m looking forward to it. Scrooge already got us 2 tickets for the show.” Said Donald, drinking his hot chocolate.
“2 Tickets?” Asked Mickey
“Yeah. Huey, Dewey, and Louie is grounded, so they won’t come with us.” Said Donald.
“Ah, too bad.” Said Oswald, rubbing his cold feet.
So they talked about their experiences of Zootopia, on every event.
“The cops in Zootopia are really nice, they helped us out on….our travel.” Said Mickey, leaving out the part where he peed his pants.
“I think the cops are rather scary, especially that big buffalo Chief named Bogo.” Said Donald, thinking about how scared his nephews looked when they faced him.
After leaving Tundratown; Donald Duck decided to go with Mickey and Oswald, telling them he doesn’t want to face his uncle while he’s still in a bad mood with Huey, Dewey, and Louie. So the three explored the rest of the Zootopia districts and lands. Shopping and trying out some snacks.
Finally comes the time when they attended the show, with Scrooge McDuck accompanying Donald, Mickey, and Oswald. They’re ready to watch Gazelle performing on stage.
They’re glad Scrooge is now in a better mood, but still not forgiving his nephews.
“Oh boy oh boy oh boy, can’t wait to see Gazelle’s performance.” Said Donald, already starting to dance.
“Easy there Donald, the show hasn’t begun yet.” Said Scrooge.
“Man, I wish Goofy and Max were here to see this.” Said Mickey.
“Here she comes!” Said Oswald, as the crowd cheers for Gazelle, appearing on the stage.
Gazelle holds up her Microphone and announces “Welcome to Zootopia, I’m Gazelle. I will begin by singing this song called La Tortura”.
And so the music begins, with Gazelle singing ‘La Tortura’. Her voice touches the hearts of all her audience, including Mickey, Donald, Oswald, and Scrooge.
But as Gazelle was half-way through with her song; the 4 of them were suddenly approached by Judy Hopps.
“Oh, Hi Judy.” Said Mickey.
“Hi Mickey, Hi Oswald.” Said Judy, smiling at them. Then looked to Donald and Scrooge with a concerned expression.
“So you’ve come to watch Gazelle’s performance?” Asked Oswald.
“I wish I could say that, but unfortunately….” Judy looked to Scrooge and Donald and asked them “We caught 3 kids sneaking their way in here and we believe they belong to you two.”
Then comes Nick Wilde, escorting Huey, Louie, and Dewey. All looking guilty.
Scrooge McDuck facepalms himself with a heavy sigh while Donald Duck looks sternly at them while shaking his head.
“What were you boys doing?” Asked Donald.
“We caught them sneaking backstage close to Gazelle.” Said Judy.
“Actually I caught them Carrots, you were asking for Gazelle to sign you an autograph.” Said Nick.
“Whatever.” Said Judy, rolling her eyes at Nick, just as Gazelle finishes her first song.
“We’re sorry Unca Donald” said Louie.
“We wanted to see the show, we didn’t want to miss it.” Said Dewey.
This is when Gazelle announced her next song; Try Everything.
Scrooge and Donald didn’t know what to do after the song begin.
“I messed up tonight
I lost another fight
I still mess up but I'll just start again
I keep falling down…….”
Suddenly, 2 figures appeared out of nowhere by swinging on a rope from the ceiling. And they eventually fell and landed on the stage next to Gazelle before she could continue.
“Oh my Goodness, Goofy and Max!” Yelled Mickey, shocked to see their sudden appearance out of nowhere.
Gazelle stopped singing as she stares at Goofy and Max, with them standing up to face her.
The music background didn’t stop however, as the show is still on.
Before Gazelle would question; Goofy started dancing all of the sudden, playing along with the music. Max followed along, understanding his father’s part of playing along.
“I keep falling down
I keep on hitting the ground” Sung Goofy, looking back at Gazelle to show he’s trying to keep up her song without interrupting it.
“I always get up now to see what's next” Sung Max.
After a moment of dancing along with the music background; Gazelle decided not to question them and joins in to play along by continuing her song from “Birds don't just fly
They fall down and get up
Nobody learns without getting it wrong.”
Mickey, Oswald, Donald, and Scrooge all stared with open mouths. All couldn’t believe what’s happening.
The nephews however, started dancing along. Not caring if Goofy and Max are on stage all of the sudden.
Judy and Nick didn’t know what to do either, but Judy decided to dance along too. Purposely trying to escape the job-part of the trouble caused by Huey, Dewey, and Louie.
Mickey looked to Oswald and nodded his head to show that Mickey will play along. So Mickey and Oswald started dancing too. Then Donald started dancing.
Scrooge still looked concerned at first, till Nick approached Scrooge and whispered “We’ll let your kids in on this.” Right before Nick Wilde slowly started to dance along.
Then Scrooge slowly smiles, and started dancing too.
So they all danced in joy while Gazelle sings “Try Everything”, with Gazelle dancing with Goofy and Max.
After Gazelle finished singing; everybody in the audience clapped and cheered for their performance. Even cheered for Max and Goofy.
Mickey, Donald, and Oswald jumped up and down waving her hands to show themselves cheering for them. Showing the honor to Goofy, Max, and Gazelle.
Goofy and Max spotted them and waved back, smiling happily as they were being honored in Zootopia.
Mickey looked to Oswald and said to him “I’m glad we came here to Zootopia.”
“Me too.” Said Oswald, smiling at Mickey.
Mickey and Oswald gives each other a hug, then watches on as the audience continues clapping and cheering.
The End, for now.
Edited November 18, 2016 by irvinegamer
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A while back, I started a story called "The Assistant". I had made quite a bit of progress, but during the course of writing this story, I became busy and sort of forgot about it. The last couple of years went by so fast, I could hardly believe it. Anyway, I decided to continue the story, but felt that it would be wise to start a new thread, to post the newest chapters. The first 25 chapters can be found here: https://omorashi.org/topic/17359-the-assistant/?page=1
I recommend reading the first 25 before continuing beyond this point, for those who have never read the story before now, and also for those who might not remember it all that well. If anyone has any comments they wish to add, then please post them in this thread instead of the old one, since it has been a while since anyone has posted there. For now, here is the next chapter of The Assistant.
26
Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Danielle blushed and glanced at her boss. “Should I put this in now?”
Katherine pressed the button again, putting an end to the vibrations. “Yes. We have a bit of a drive ahead of us to meet with a new, potential client.”
Danielle nodded. “Oh, right.”
Danielle stepped around her desk and took a seat. Katherine watched eagerly, waiting for her lovely, young assistant to put the new toy inside of her body. Still feeling slightly embarrassed, Danielle slowly pulled up her skirt until her lady bits were showing.
“No underwear this morning?” Katherine asked, looking incredibly excited.
Danielle found herself becoming more aroused by the second, as her boss stared at her crotch, watching and waiting for her to place the little egg inside. She spread her legs apart and bit her lower lip, hoping desperately that her bladder would not be struck by a spasm right then. Her need for the restroom was dire and she feared the possibility of creating a mess directly underneath where she sat.
Danielle nodded as she slid the new toy into her love tunnel. “I-I thought that you would like it if I didn’t have any on.”
The wide grin on Katherine’s face faded a little and her expression became one of pure lust, rather than amusement. “It pleases me greatly.”
For a moment, Katherine stood and stared at Danielle, who was squirming a little in her seat, hoping that her desperation would go unnoticed. She crossed her legs and covered herself with her skirt again while forcing a smile onto her face.
“Is something the matter, my dear assistant?” Katherine asked.
Danielle crossed her arms and shook her head. “Nope! All is well with me!”
Her boss then pressed the button and the egg instantly came to life, buzzing and humming, forcing a moan of pleasure past her lips. She leaned forward against her desk, closed her eyes, and put both hands against her crotch. The pleasure created by the vibrations combined with the fullness of her bladder nearly sent her over the edge right then and there. For a moment, she thought that she might have an orgasm and empty her bladder on the spot.
When the vibrator at last went still, she opened her eyes and looked up at Katherine, who had a sadistic grin upon her face once again. “Miss Andrews, I…”
Katherine chuckled and placed the remote control back inside of her jacket. “Well, today should be interesting. Are you ready to go, then? We have a bit of a drive ahead of us, before getting to the next meeting.”
I am not ready yet, I still need to pee! Danielle thought, as she attempted to compose herself. “I-I need to go…”
Katherine tilted her head slightly and put her hands on her hips. “You need to go to the restroom, eh? It has been quite obvious all morning. After the stunt you pulled last night, you can forget about it.”
Danielle was suddenly hit by a bladder spasm and she closed her eyes again as she fought to remain in control. “Please, I am desperate!”
Katherine motioned for her to stand. “And I am quite enjoying it. Let’s go.”
Danielle groaned with disappointment, but, despite her fear of wetting herself in public again, she was feeling excited about taking another desperate car ride. The added element of pleasure that would likely occur, due to the presence of the vibrator, increased her excitement exponentially.
With shaking knees, she stood and was hit again by another bladder spasm. It was quite obvious that she would be lucky to even make it out to the vehicle without peeing, let alone the entire drive. In the event that she did make it to the car, she would unfortunately have to face the embarrassment of other people seeing her struggle, knowing about her desperate need.
With a gasp, Danielle crossed her legs and put one hand up under her skirt, to press against her bare peehole. “Please, at least let me pee a little! I might not even make it out to the car!”
She looked up at her mistress, who took a moment to think the situation over, before answering. “Alright, if you are that desperate, then go and use the restroom, but you may only let out a little.”
Danielle breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Miss Andrews!”
As quickly as she could, she shuffled around the desk and through the doorway, but froze in place just on the other side. She once again found herself struggling against another bladder spasm. Her boss burst into laughter behind her, as she wiggled her butt and pressed her fingers as hard as she could against her urethra. Apparently the show she was putting on was equally as amusing as it was arousing.
Come on, don’t make another mess on the floor! For what seemed like an eternity, Danielle just stood there, struggling to contain the pee that she’d been holding since the night before. She was so close to losing control, that she feared the battle had been lost. Fortunately, the sudden urge eventually subsided a little and then she was able to continue the journey to the toilet.
Sighing with relief once again, she continued her desperate shuffle through Katherine’s office, to the doors. The destination was growing closer. Soon she would be through, free to have herself a seat and have the morning pee she needed. Though she knew she had been told to only let out a little, she decided on her own to fully empty her bladder. She hoped that the punishment wouldn’t be too severe.
Standing up as straight as possible, Danielle pressed her legs together and reached for the doors. She placed both of her hands on them and pushed outward, but was surprised by the sight of someone standing in the hall. The security guard from the garage, with the blonde ponytail, was there.
Danielle composed herself as quickly as she could, parted her legs a little and put her hands down at her sides. “Hello! Is something the matter?”
The security guard looked quite unhappy. In fact, he seemed nervous. “I must speak with Miss Andrews immediately. There is an issue with her car.”
Suddenly in shock, Danielle could only stare at him. “Oh, I-I see…”
The guard looked down at her hands, which were beginning to take on the form of fists, as she felt another bladder spasm brewing deep within her body. “Ma’am, I recommend that you do not leave this room, under any circumstances.”
Behind Danielle, Katherine stepped out of the side office, immediately concerned. “What is happening out there?”
The guard motioned for Danielle to step back and she did as instructed, wishing that she could just leave the room for even a few seconds.
“Miss Andrews, there is an issue with your car.”
Katherine crossed her arms and frowned. “What type of an issue?”
Still looking nervous, the security guard tapped the knuckles of his right hand into his left palm. “There is evidence of tampering under the hood. I have contacted your mechanic to make sure there was no damage, so hopefully the car is fine. Anyway, I am afraid that we have a major security breach on our hands.”
“You imbeciles!” Katherine threw up her hands and pointed angrily at him. “It is your job to prevent such tampering! You had better figure out what happened or you will find yourself unemployed!”
The guard nodded and motioned for her to follow. “Come right this way.”
With pleading eyes, Danielle watched the two of them leave. “Miss Andrews, I-”
“Stay here in this office Danielle!” Katherine instructed. “You will just have to wait until I return!”
“But, I still…”
As the doors closed, the poor girl’s voice trailed off when she realized that there was no use asking at that point. She instantly doubled over and put both of her hands against her crotch. She was on the verge of losing control again and had no idea how much longer she could continue to wait.
She crossed her legs and groaned with disappointment. “Why is this happening right now? I almost made it…”
From her office, she could hear the sound of the phone ringing. What if it’s a client? In a hurry, Danielle shuffled towards her office, desperately hoping that she would make it there before the caller hung up.
“Please, don’t hang up!” she begged as she reached the doorway of the office.
At this point, the phone had rung five times. In light of the situation, Danielle knew that answering this call was of extreme importance. If it was a client, she would need to let them know what was happening.
On the seventh ring, she snatched up the receiver and answered. “Hello! This is Danielle S-smith, Katherine Andrews’ assistant. How m-may I help you?”
At first, there was only silence on the other end, but before long, a deep voice on the other end at last began to speak. “Danielle Smith… When you see your boss again, give her a message for me, if you could be so kind. Tell her that I know what she has been up to with her young assistants. Let her know that I will bring down her empire if she does not meet my demands.”
With her heart pounding in fear and her urine making its way into her urethra, Danielle groaned and shook her hips. “What d-demands?”
“My dear, is something the matter?” The mysterious caller asked. “Are you desperate for a piss? If so, then you would be wise to walk out the front doors and never look back. Miss Andrews has a tendency to manipulate her assistants so that they find themselves in desperate situations. If you have not wet yourself in public yet, then you will.”
For a moment, Danielle did not speak, but she at last remembered her very first conversation with David, the guy she had met the day before, regarding the previous assistants. There was the one who wet herself in the lobby and the other who nearly pressed charges.
“Were you one of her assistants?” Danielle asked.
The voice on the other end laughed. “You have been warned. Leave now, before she destroys your life.”
“I-I haven’t w-wet myself yet and I-I am quite comfortable at the moment!” Danielle cried. “She isn’t like that!”
The voice laughed again. “Defend her if you wish, but you will only go down with her.”
The conversation then ended and the caller hung up. From what Danielle had heard, she was almost certain that the caller was disguising their voice, possibly with some sort of device. It did not sound natural.
She lowered the receiver and stared at it for a moment, realizing that something was terribly wrong. “What the hell?”
Carefully hanging up the phone, she put both of her hands back against her womanhood and groaned again. It was beginning to look like her second day on the job was about to be worse than the first one. Not only was she about to wet herself right there in the office, there was also the danger that the mysterious caller was somewhere in the building. |
27
For what seemed like an eternity, Danielle waited for Katherine to return to the office. She was still in front of her desk, but was on her knees, with both hands in between her thighs.
I’m not going to make it until she gets back! I can’t hold it anymore!
Her entire body was drenched with sweat and her hands were all covered with her love juices. Her fingers were the only thing preventing the ocean within from covering the floor below.
Glancing at the trash can that was next to her desk, she thought of an idea. Maybe I could pee in there! It may be my only chance to avoid making another mess!
Even though she knew she would likely be punished afterwards, it seemed that using the trash can was the only option available. The only trouble was making it that far without losing control.
With a soft groan, she forced herself to stand up, trying to be as careful as possible. I must make it to the trash can!
Despite her best efforts, a squirt of pee escaped and mixed with the liquids that were already on her fingers. “No!”
After the first squirt, she was able to stop the flow for only a brief moment before an even longer, more powerful one erupted from within. She tensed every muscle in her body and pressed even harder with her fingers. This time she was able to successfully reseal the dam, but doing so was a bit painful.
For a few minutes, she stood there, breathing heavily, as the urgent need to urinate at last subsided. Even though her bladder was still quite full, she was no longer desperate. She very quickly stepped over to the trash and squatted over the opening.
Closing her eyes, she let go and the flood gates were flung open. “Yes! Finally!”
The morning pee that she needed was at last taking place. Her pee gushed out and droplets splattered all over the clear plastic material of the trash bag. Sighing with relief, Danielle gripped the side of her desk to hold herself up. The feeling of emptying her bladder was so enjoyable, she thought that she might fall over.
Feeling quite naughty for peeing into the trash can during the day time, she found herself becoming desperate in another way. Her memories of the previous night came rushing back. She remembered how she and Katherine had made sweet love while covered with each other’s bodily fluids. She was, at this point, desperate for her mistress’s touch. She wanted the experience to happen again.
When the steady stream of pee at last weakened, Danielle stood up and allowed the remnants of her bladder’s contents to fall into the container below. “Oh, that is better!”
After the last few droplets fell, she reached towards her desk for a tissue, which she used to dry off her legs and dripping labia. She then tossed it into the puddle below and stepped away from the trash can. Not wanting to explain herself to every employee that she encountered, she checked her skirt for wet spots. Fortunately, there were none.
Still feeling naughty, she went around behind her desk and took a seat. Even though she craved an orgasm, she knew that her work was more important. Due to the security breach, she knew that she would have to call the first business owner that she and Katherine were scheduled to meet with that day. The meeting was scheduled for 9:00 am and there was no way they could make it.
While attempting to calm down her nether region, she took a moment to look through her PDA. Danielle found the phone number for this potential client and called his office. While waiting for the secretary to answer, her breathing was still in the process of returning to normal. She was still horny after her desperate predicament and wanted nothing more than to be pleasured.
After five rings, the secretary at last answered. “This is Mister White’s assistant. How may I be of assistance?”
The voice was female and from the sound of it, she could have been Danielle’s age.
“Hello, this is Danielle Smith, Katherine Andrews’ assistant. Due to a security breach here at Andrews’ Corp., Miss Andrews and I will be unable to attend the meeting at nine. Is there any way the meeting could be rescheduled for another time?”
Mr. White’s assistant replied, “Mister White is quite busy for the rest of the week. I will speak with him first and then call your office when I know more. Perhaps I could call your office in about an hour.”
Finally distracted, Danielle’s arousal at last began dying down as she became focused on her work. “Yes, that will do. I look forward to your call.”
With that, the discussion was over. Mr. White’s secretary said good-bye and the two of them hung up. Afterwards, Danielle leaned back in her chair, wondering when Katherine would return. Even though she was no longer bursting, she still hoped that it would be soon.
Fortunately, only a few minutes later the doors of Katherine’s office opened and her high heels could be heard clicking on the floor. “Danielle, I am back!”
Eager to know what Katherine had learned about the security breach, Danielle stood up. She walked around her desk and stepped out into the main office. |
28
Whoever did this is going to pay! Katherine thought angrily as she pushed open the doors to her office. Those idiots in the security department had better get their acts together, before I fire every last one of them!
With each footstep across the floor tiles, her anger grew. I don’t take kindly to pranks and I will not tolerate anyone disrupting my time with Danielle!
Katherine was halfway across the room when her young assistant stepped out of the doorway of the side office. “Miss Andrews, is the car alright?”
With an irritated sigh, she pulled off her glasses and closed her eyes. “It will be an hour before we will be able to go anywhere, but it should be alright by then.”
Katherine put her glasses back on and looked at Danielle, who was looking very concerned. “There was no major damage. It is just some stupid prank that someone is pulling. No matter what, we will not let them ruin our day.”
Danielle opened her mouth to say something, but then Katherine interrupted her. “It seems that you are no longer bursting anymore. Were you naughty?”
“Miss Andrews, someone called and-”
Katherine interrupted her again. “It looks to me like someone needs to be reminded of just who is in charge around here.”
She slipped past Danielle, into the little office and walked back over to the trash can. All of the evidence she needed was right at the bottom.
“Uh-oh, it looks like someone was naughty.”
Danielle hurried around to the backside of her desk and tried offering an explanation. “You were gone for a really long time and I couldn’t hold it. I would have made a mess if-”
Katherine held up her hand and a sadistic grin formed on her face. “I believe someone needs some discipline.”
Upon saying those words, a look of fear appeared on Danielle’s face, but soon transitioned into an expression of desire. Still grinning, Katherine slowly made her way towards her and pulled the remote control out from inside of her business jacket.
“What are you going to do?” Danielle asked.
When the two of them were face to face, Katherine reached down with one hand and slowly lifted her assistant’s skirt. “I quite enjoy the fact that you decided to go without panties, just for me, but there is something you should know.”
She reached up underneath the skirt, towards that beautiful flower she had played with the previous night. As her fingers made contact, she could tell that Danielle’s arousal had subsided during her absence.
She gently played with that flower again, coaxing it back to life. “It’s so much more enjoyable when my assistants wet their clothes after a long, desperate struggle not to. I would have preferred that you had panties on so that I could see you wet them.”
A moan of pleasure escaped past Danielle’s lips. She was becoming horny again, just as Katherine had hoped, but with her bladder once again empty, it needed to be refilled.
“Miss Andrews, the caller knows…”
Katherine chuckled and pressed the button on the remote control. “What does this caller know?”
Danielle leaned forward against her and grabbed her shoulders. The pleasure created by the vibrating egg was so strong that she could only moan in response. Her breathing became heavy, demonstrating that an orgasm was on its way.
Katherine only allowed this to go on for a little while before pressing the button again. She couldn’t allow her assistant to have an orgasm just yet. She would wait until she was bursting again before allowing her to have one.
When the vibrator went still, Danielle continued breathing heavily. “Please Miss Andrews… Again…”
Katherine let out another chuckle and lowered her hand, allowing Danielle’s skirt to fall back into place. “Not yet, my sweet Danielle. I want your bladder to be refilled again, so that I can keep you horny and desperate for as long as you can stand it. Now, about this caller…”
Danielle released her grip on Katherine and stood up straight. “The caller, they said that they know about you and your assistants. They told me they were going to bring you down.”
Upon hearing this, Katherine could only laugh. “What proof do they even have, really? Even if my previous assistants opened up, all I would have to say is that they were at fault for wetting themselves.”
“And, since they didn’t like it as much as I did, they never got a confession from you?” Danielle asked.
Katherine nodded. “And they certainly didn’t have sex with me on the floor of this office either.”
In that very instant, after Katherine had finished speaking, Danielle suddenly looked disappointed, possibly even ashamed. This caused Katherine to feel concerned and her playful mood began to dissipate.
“What is wrong Danielle?”
There was a pause before Danielle gave her reply. “While I did enjoy the time we spent together last night, I can’t help but feel bad for your first two assistants. They didn’t want any of this, but still, they went through the desperation and wetting anyways, because you found ways to force them into it.”
Now feeling worried, Katherine put a hand on the side of Danielle’s face. “But, you like it, don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Andrews, I do, but now that I’m thinking about it, the way that you found out was just wrong. It was unfair what you did to your other assistants.”
By this point, the fun moment the two of them had been sharing only moments before was over. No longer interested in playing with her assistant, Katherine lowered her hand from Danielle’s face. She looked out the window above the filing cabinets. The quiet voice that she had ignored the previous day, during the lunch meeting, returned. You know she is right.
For the very first time since Danielle first arrived on the previous day, she no longer felt like the lioness that she always tried to be. Somehow, she had fallen for her young assistant. She suddenly felt incredibly guilty for how she treated her previous assistants, simply because her little Danielle had become disappointed in her. |
29
After the conversation that had occurred between Danielle and Katherine regarding the first two assistants, the pair had gone right back to work while waiting on the car repairs. During that span of time, Mr. White’s assistant had called to say that the meeting was off until such a time that he would be available again and Katherine’s mechanic called to say that the Porsche was ready to go back on the road again. It was nearly 10:00 a.m. when Danielle got the call about the car.
Once Danielle had passed on the information regarding the status of the repairs to her boss and returned to her office, she found herself feeling bad for upsetting Katherine. I didn’t mean to upset her like that, but what I said was true.
Despite knowing that she had been right to say those things, Danielle still felt guilty anyway. She had fallen for her boss and wanted nothing more than to please her. She began thinking about ways to cheer her up while preparing her computer for the second meeting at 11:30.
What I should do is start filling my bladder again! Danielle thought. She would very much like that, I’m sure!
Since the two of them wouldn’t be leaving until the first break of the day, that would give her plenty of time to prepare her bladder and get more work done on her computer. She stood up and then walked over to the doorway of her office.
For a few seconds, Danielle only stood there, before finally saying something. “Miss Andrews, I am sorry if I upset you.”
Katherine had been doing some work of her own on her computer also. She finished what she was doing and glanced over. “There is no need to be sorry, Danielle.”
“Miss Andrews, if you have more of that water you were giving me yesterday, then I could at least prepare my bladder for you.”
This suggestion put a little bit of a smile on Katherine’s face. “If you would like to do that, then I can get some.”
Pleased that Katherine liked her suggestion, Danielle smiled back. “Yes, I would. I thought that it would probably cheer you up a bit.”
Katherine stood up from her desk and pushed her chair back. “Indeed it will, my little Danielle. I will be back with the water soon. Go back into your office and wait there until I return.”
Danielle nodded and returned to the chair behind her desk, just as she was told. Like the good girl that she was, she took a seat. The thought of drinking more water and becoming desperate again, for the sole purpose of pleasing Katherine, was quite exciting. Just the thought was turning her on. By the time her boss returned again, her clit would once again be in need of some stroking.
***
It had been several minutes since Katherine left Danielle alone in her office when she returned to the top floor. In her hands, she held two bottles of water that she had bought from a vending machine on one of the lower floors. When she stepped out of the elevator, her thoughts were focused on the strange caller that morning, instead of the desperation that Danielle would soon be feeling.
Who could that have been? Katherine wondered. They called just after my car had been tampered with, to make threats. This cannot be a coincidence.
Instead of continuing down the hall, she just stood where she was, in front of the elevator, lost in thought. For a woman in her position, it was normal to have a few enemies. Andrews’ Corp. had its competitors, but it would have been unbecoming of them to stoop to such a level as this.
There was really only one possible explanation. Whoever it was must have been a previous employee who hated her enough to try and bring her down. Due to the threats they were making and the fact that they attempted to sabotage her car, it was obvious that they were quite dangerous. For someone to be that determined to ruin Katherine, it would have had to be one of her past assistants, but even then, she doubted that they would be capable of it.
Of the other two assistants, the first was Hannah, an over-confident, self-entitled girl with a tiny bladder. When she was first hired, Katherine found that she talked big, but in the end, her confidence had been proven to be a mere façade.
She had lovely, golden hair, and some fairly large breasts (these two features had been Hannah’s favorite assets, which she had used quite often to get what she wanted), but it was her tiny bladder and her inability to hold for extended periods that Katherine had enjoyed the most.
At first, Katherine had been unsure about manipulating Hannah and she had been extremely careful on their first day together. During the first evening when she was alone, she had planned out every detail of the next day, ensuring that Hannah would wet often.
Hannah’s first two wettings were confined to the office, but the one and only major one occurred in a room full of people (Hannah had been struggling to hide her desperation while giving a presentation, but despite her efforts, she had been squirming and stuttering right up until the moment the streams of urine began trickling down her pretty legs). All of those people had been so shocked, that they had no idea how to react, but Hannah fled the room before they could.
While she should have felt guilty then, Katherine had been delighted when she followed Hannah and found her leaning against the wall, sobbing. It was at this point that the poor girl had pointed her finger at Katherine, accusing her of her manipulation. She had quit her job the following morning and threatened to go to the police, but nothing came of it.
Could Hannah be responsible for this? Katherine wondered. She was mostly talk and no action, so could she even be capable of plotting to take me down?
Then there was the second assistant; a girl by the name of Laura. She was a sweet, intelligent, overly polite girl with a strong work ethic, but no backbone. She was a redhead with adorable freckles on her face and a small bust size. She also had a little heart-shaped ass that Katherine would have loved to get her hands on.
Laura had been Katherine’s favorite of the two, not only because she was an excellent worker, but also because she had the ability to hold copious amounts of urine for very long periods of time. Her wettings were few and far between, but when they did happen, her puddles had been unbelievably massive. The very first accident had occurred late in the evening on their first day together, during the return trip following a business meeting (Laura had her legs double-crossed and her hands clenched into fists while she sat in the passenger seat, but once her limit was reached, she lost a few large spurts before completely soaking the seat).
Katherine remembered that evening quite clearly. At first, she had been angry, but the feeling only lasted a short while. The look of fear on Laura’s face and her long, desperate apology had replaced that anger with a feeling of excitement. The poor thing had been so afraid of losing her job that she offered to clean the entire car herself.
Laura had been fortunate that her first wetting was confined to the vehicle, but when the second one came along, she had not been quite so lucky. This accident was the one that happened down in the lobby (She had been on her way to the restrooms on the lower floor during her afternoon break, but along the way became frozen in place with her legs crossed, only seconds before covering the floor tiles in a sea of urine). It was that same evening that she had attempted to accuse Katherine of making her wet herself. Unfortunately for Laura, Katherine easily convinced her that she was only imagining things. After that, she was only on the job for a week before she left.
I highly doubt Laura could be capable of getting back at me, Katherine thought. She was so sure that I was pulling the strings, but I was able to make her second guess herself and her accusation fell flat. How dangerous could she possibly be?
Based on what Katherine knew about them, she very much doubted that either of them could be that mysterious caller Danielle spoke with, but it was still possible. They certainly would have had plenty of motivation, but it seemed that someone acting on their behalf was probably more likely.
After thinking it through for a bit, Katherine’s thoughts returned to the present and she couldn’t help but smirk. Someone was certainly out to get her, but she at last felt confident that her past assistants were incapable of such a thing. She pushed all of her concerns out of her mind and continued on down the hall. She had a new assistant to play with and it was time to have some more fun. |
30
When the first break of the day finally arrived, at 10:50 am, the Porsche was already back on the road and Danielle and Katherine were on their way to the meeting at 11:30. By that point, the water Danielle had been given nearly an hour beforehand was already beginning its journey into her bladder. She was still able to hold it quite comfortably, but it would only be a matter of time before that changed.
This next meeting was going to be a bit different than the one she had gone to on the previous day, since this one would be located in the conference room of a small business in the next city. Danielle was also feeling a little nervous, since she would be giving a small presentation in front of the owner and some of his managers. This would be the first time that she had given a presentation after earning her degree and now her career depended on it. This of course was not the only reason to be nervous. If she were to become desperate before it was over, there was the danger of having a major accident in front of those people.
In between her legs, a half full, 20 oz. bottle of water rested on the seat and she was holding onto it with both hands. I don’t know if I want to take another sip. The first bottle is gone and I’m already halfway through the second one.
Turning her head slightly, she quickly glanced at Katherine, who had a smirk on her face again. While Danielle couldn’t be completely certain what she was thinking, she at least guessed that her boss was also expecting the same outcome that she was. It was a little scary, knowing that such a scenario was likely, but it was also exciting. She once again wanted to start playing with her clit, through the material of the gray panties that she had been given before the two of them left Andrews’ Corp.
Katherine replaced her smirk with a smile and glanced at Danielle. “So, how do those panties feel on you?”
Danielle smiled. “They feel nice. Um, do you always keep extras on hand like that?”
Katherine laughed. “Always. When my last assistant was around, they were necessary.”
Danielle’s smile faded when the previous assistant was mentioned. She still knew very little about them. After speaking with the mysterious caller that morning, she wanted to know more.
“So, who was your last assistant, Miss Andrews? I still don’t know much about your first two assistants yet.”
Katherine sighed and her smile lessened somewhat. “Well, she was an adorable redhead who was just as good of a worker as you are. Her name was Laura and she had an incredible ability to hold her pee for a very long time. Whenever she pissed herself, I was always amazed by how much came out.”
Danielle looked down at the water in her hands and began tapping the tips of her thumbs against the bottle. “Was she the one who wet herself in the lobby, or was she the one who threatened to press charges?”
Katherine’s smiled then faded entirely. “She wet herself in the lobby. She figured out what I was up to after that, but when she told me so, I convinced her that it was all in her head. A week after the incident in the lobby, she quit. She didn’t specifically say so, but I am sure it was because she couldn’t handle the stares or the occasional laughter…”
Katherine became deep in thought and then there was only silence between them. Danielle could tell that the topic they were discussing had already begun to ruin their fun again, since her own arousal was beginning to die down a little.
“Miss Andrews, maybe we could talk about something else, if you feel uncomfortable.”
Katherine gave her a quick glance and shook her head. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that, after everything you said to me earlier, I’ve been feeling guilty for what I’ve done. Please don’t feel like you are at fault for upsetting me, since I brought this upon myself. Laura was a good assistant and she would have stuck around for a long time if not for me.”
Suddenly feeling curious, Danielle found herself wondering why her boss had gone through the trouble of manipulating her assistants in the first place. She at least understood that it was a turn on for her, but if she wanted to see someone holding and wetting for her, it seemed that finding a lover who was willing to do those things would have been a far better option.
“Miss Andrews, if you don’t mind me asking, why exactly did you decide to, um, put your assistants through this?”
At first, Katherine was silent. As Danielle was already discovering, there was far more to her boss than what the eye could see. At first, she had seemed like a heartless bitch who enjoyed seeing other people in pain, but then the two of them had become lovers. Soon after, she learned that Katherine was actually capable of experiencing remorse. She may have hid it well, but it seemed that she at least felt regret for her treatment of Laura.
When at last Katherine was ready to answer, she furrowed her brow as she stared out at the freeway and the cars up ahead of them. “Before my first assistant I was on my own. I didn’t feel like I needed an assistant, but most of my competitors had one, so I eventually followed suit. Hannah, my first assistant, found herself in a desperate situation on her first day, just like you did, before the morning break started. I have liked seeing women squirm in desperation for a long time and it was exciting to see her in the predicament she had gotten herself in.”
Katherine paused for a moment and Danielle imagined what Hannah must have been experiencing. Having gone through that very same situation herself, it was easy to picture it.
Katherine smiled again as she continued to remember that morning with her first assistant. “When her first break came along, she should have just gone to the restroom, but when she realized that I was headed there also, she pretended that she was alright instead of admitting that she had to go in there, but I could see through her act.
“I offered to let her go before me, but because of her pride, she chose to remain in her office. Only five or ten minutes after the break was over, she was already begging to use the restroom. At first, I told her no, but since she was on the verge of wetting herself, I eventually let her go. After seeing her in such a desperate state right in front of me, I wanted to see it again. Later that day, I tried manipulating her so that I would see it again. Once I realized that I enjoyed it, I couldn’t make myself stop.”
Danielle took a moment to let the new information sink in. “Is it true what you said, that I was the assistant you always wanted to have?”
Smiling even wider, Katherine reached her hand over and placed it on Danielle’s thigh. “At first, I was content playing with unwilling participants, but I realized that it would be far more enjoyable to find an assistant who enjoyed it. After you came along, well, I found one…”
The feeling of Katherine’s hand resting on her thigh rekindled her arousal. Her breathing became a little heavier and she suddenly wanted her clit to be played with again. She grabbed ahold of her skirt with both hands and without realizing it, started to pull them upwards, revealing more of her legs.
Katherine began rubbing Danielle’s thigh and glanced at her again. “It looks like you’re having fun, Danielle. Do you need to pee yet?”
The bottle of water that Danielle had been holding in her hands fell to the floor in front of her and she nodded. “Y-yes, but only a little.”
Katherine laughed again and removed her hand. “That’s good. It shouldn’t be too much longer now before you’re bursting again.”
Danielle could feel her clit poking into the material of the panties she was wearing and wanted desperately to play with it, but she was now under someone else’s control. Her boss was also her mistress and she could only imagine what might happen if she misbehaved (she suddenly remembered her fantasy from the night before, when she imagined being forced to wear a chastity belt as punishment for wetting herself in Katherine’s car).
She squeezed her legs together and started rubbing them against one another, while anticipating what was to come. “Yes Miss Andrews, it won’t be too long.”
As carefully as possible, Katherine reached inside of her business jacket and pulled out the remote control. “Danielle, I have some new rules that I want you to follow, so you had better listen.”
Danielle looked at her, feeling excited. “Okay.”
“Under no circumstances are you to remove those panties. In fact, whenever you pee today, you are only allowed to pee through them, but only when you have my permission. I also want you to start calling me Mistress when we’re alone, but in public, you will refer to me as ‘Miss Andrews’. Is that understood?”
Danielle nodded. “Yes Miss An- Um, I mean, Mistress.”
With a grin, Katherine pressed the button, bringing the little egg back to life again. Danielle pressed her back against her seat and gripped her skirt even tighter. The pleasure in her nether region was so strong that she became completely helpless against her mistress’ will. A moan escaped past her lips as she was brought nearly to the edge, but then the button was pressed again and the vibrator went still. |
Well, it took a while, but chapter 31 is finally ready. I was struggling with writer's block and also became very busy with work, but with some helpful suggestions from Apan, I was able to finally get through it.
31
Two minutes before the 11:30 meeting, Danielle and Katherine were already at their destination. They and all of the other participants were in the conference room of a computer repair business, which also sold various parts to other businesses and those ‘do-it-yourself’ types who preferred to do their own repairs at home. This business was still small, but it had a lot of potential. Their decision to meet with Katherine, in order to discuss the possibility of a conglomerate merger with Andrews’ Corp, had not been made in haste. For each company, the partnership could be profitable, but it could also keep the smaller company afloat.
At this point, Danielle was beginning to need a toilet. She and Katherine had been greeting the attendants of the meeting as they entered the room, but in the back of her mind, she kept thinking about the very real danger of wetting herself in front of those people. The humiliation of such an experience was something that she very much feared, but she was also aroused by the idea. The panties that she was wearing were already wet, even though she had not leaked any urine. The situation was equally as exciting as it was frightening.
The owner of the business, Kenneth Freeman, a couple of his managers, and a few sales representatives were there, all ready for the meeting to begin. They took a seat at the round table in the center of the room, while Danielle and her boss prepared the computer and the projector that was up on the ceiling (with a little help from one of the managers). For their presentation, Katherine would do most of the talking, but her assistant would also add to the discussion.
When the setup was at last complete, Katherine put her hands on her hips. “Excellent! It looks like we’re ready.”
Each of the managers took a seat around the table, while Danielle and Katherine did the same. Only Ken remained standing and he stepped up to the front of the room and dimmed the lights via a switch on the wall beside the projector screen.
With a friendly smile, Ken put his hands together and began his opening statement. “Miss Andrews, I appreciate you and your assistant taking the time to meet with us today. To start with, I would like to give a brief overview of our company’s history and each of our services. Then, we could begin discussing just how we might be able to benefit Andrews’ Corp. After that, we would like to hear the presentation that you and your assistant have prepared for us.”
Since the meeting had officially begun, Danielle crossed her legs and folded her hands on top of the table. She tried to listen as Ken talked about how the company started and eventually began to grow (as it turned out, the overview was anything but brief), but she was distracted by her need for a toilet. She was still far from desperate, but she was unsure just how long the meeting might actually take. There was the possibility that it could take well over an hour, as there was quite a lot to discuss.
For a good twenty minutes, Ken continued speaking. During this whole time, Danielle’s need grew and her boss kept glancing at her every few minutes (probably checking to see if she was becoming desperate yet). Not wanting to squirm or tap her feet, she instead began twiddling her thumbs, hoping that she could continue to hide her desperation from all of these people.
When Ken at last finished speaking, it was time for the other attendants to have their turn. One by one, they each described their specific duties within the company. This went on for another fifteen minutes or so, before they began discussing the company’s use of product specialization to sell their products.
Danielle’s need for the toilet was becoming more and more urgent as this went on. Every once in a while, she would look up at the clock on the wall. When she saw that it was 12:05, she had already begun to fidget a little in her seat.
I can hold it until this meeting is over, Danielle thought. Maybe in another hour it will be over. I can make it until then.
Katherine glanced at her again and she pulled her eyes away from the clock. Based on the smile on her boss’s face, it was obvious that she had noticed her growing need for the toilet. Hiding it was becoming a little difficult, so it was only a matter of time before it turned into a major problem.
The discussion about the company’s strategy for selling their products to other businesses and individuals for personal use continued on and on. Danielle was becoming a little impatient and found it very difficult to concentrate (even though under normal circumstances, she would have found the meeting to be quite interesting). When 12:30 came around, she put one leg up over the other and began rocking back and forth in her chair.
Damn, this sucks, Danielle thought. I need to pee so badly! I hope this meeting gets over at one! If it goes past one, then…
Suddenly feeling like she had forgotten something, she furrowed her brow in concentration. Isn’t there something that is supposed to happen after one? It’s not the afternoon break, it must be something else.
Danielle looked down at her PDA, where it rested in front of her folded hands and twiddling thumbs. There was something that was supposed to happen at 1:00 p.m., but she couldn’t quite remember what. Her need to pee was distracting her from her thoughts.
For a few minutes, she looked down at her PDA, not realizing that her intense concentration on it had caught the attention of one of the sales reps. next to her.
What is supposed to happen? Oh god, I have to pee!
She closed her eyes and tried to remember the previous day and the calls that she had made. If she were to look through the scheduled meetings right then, it would disrupt the current discussion, which would be rude.
Quickly changing positions, she put her leg down so that both feet were on the floor and crossed her legs. It was then that she suddenly remembered having a phone call with a farmer the previous day. They were supposed to have a meeting with him about buying his farm and possibly using the property for furthering Andrews’ Corp.
Instantly, a feeling of terror came over Danielle and her heart started pounding. She realized that she had scheduled the two meetings far too close together. While Katherine had known about going to see the farmer, it seemed that she had not known the specific time that it was scheduled.
Wasn’t she leaning in the doorway when the call was made? Danielle wondered. Why did she not let me know that I had scheduled it too early? Maybe she didn’t hear the conversation and does not know…
Danielle looked at Katherine, with a worried look on her face. Her boss was staring back, smirking.
Maybe she knows! Maybe she decided not to say anything so that I would make a mistake! Maybe she is teaching me a lesson!
Danielle opened her mouth to speak, but Katherine put a finger to her lips. The sales rep. sitting next to her was looking back and forth between the two of them, with a confused expression on her face. Feeling embarrassed, Danielle turned towards her and gave a friendly smile.
The woman that sat next to her was right around her age, but a little heavy-set, and had shoulder-length blonde hair. She did not smile back, but instead continued looking confused. Clearly, she had noticed the odd behavior that Danielle and Katherine were exhibiting, but did not quite understand it.
Feeling very self-conscious, Danielle looked around at the other attendants. One of the managers had already changed the subject to their company’s revenues for the past year, but all of the others had their eyes on her. They instantly shifted their gaze back to the speaker once she noticed, but they too had been aware that something was off.
They all know that I am acting strangely, Danielle realized. This is horrible. What am I supposed to do about that farmer? Oh shit, I’ll have to reschedule after it is too late, but he will probably be upset.
The time crawled slowly by for the next fifteen minutes. Before too long, it was 12:45 and it Ken’s turn to talk once again. Everyone turned their attention towards him as he added a few final comments before Danielle’s presentation started.
“Alright, now, let’s all hear what Miss Andrews has to say,” Ken finally said as he motioned for his guests to stand.
All of the other attendants looked right at Danielle and she suddenly felt very small. She had been bouncing up and down in her chair, but forced herself to quit.
“Alright Danielle, let’s show them the presentation you have prepared,” Katherine said.
Danielle slowly uncrossed her legs and stood up. “Miss Andrews, there is something-”
Suddenly looking concerned, Ken interrupted what Danielle was about to say. “Is something the matter?”
Danielle’s mouth was hanging open as she struggled to figure out how to reply. She was far too embarrassed to admit that she had scheduled two meetings so close together that they overlapped.
Katherine stood up and put her hands on her hips. “Well? Is something the matter?”
“Um…”
Danielle still was not sure how to respond. She could only stand there as her face turned red.
“Danielle, what is wrong?!” Katherine cried.
Not wanting to answer, Danielle simply stepped around the table towards her computer. “N-nothing is wrong. I’m just a little nervous.”
The reply brought a smile to Ken’s face and his employees began chuckling. Still feeling embarrassed, Danielle quickly brought up the presentation on the projector screen and tried to focus on the task at hand. |
32
When the PowerPoint presentation at last appeared on the projector screen, Katherine made an opening statement of her own. She first thanked the other attendants for taking time out of their day to have the meeting. This of course was followed by a brief summary of the history of Andrews’ Corp, for which Danielle already had a slide prepared.
Assigned with the task of using a wireless presentation pointer, Danielle pressed a button on it and the second slide appeared. As her boss spoke, she pressed this same button, bringing up each bullet point (one at a time), as it became relevant. She felt a little self-conscious as this was going on, due to her increasing desperation and the embarrassment created by the display she put on earlier.
Since Ken had dimmed the lights, it was a bit dark in the room. Taking advantage of this, Danielle rubbed her knees back and forth against each other (while occasionally bending slightly at the waist), in an attempt to lessen the severity of her condition. The water she had gulped down earlier that day was still pouring into her bladder. With each passing minute, the bursting point drew closer.
I hope I can make it through this! Danielle thought. Maybe I can distract myself if I put on a good smile and throw in a few good comments here and there. Maybe it will make the time go by faster.
Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before distracting herself became impossible. Her desperation would become more difficult to hide and the rising water level in her bladder would eventually reach maximum capacity.
When Katherine at last finished speaking about the history of her company, she immediately jumped right into the benefits of becoming a part of Andrews’ Corp. Danielle couldn’t help but respect her for getting right to the point. Instead of beating around the bush and droning on and on about all of the minor details, she would instead go for the important bits.
“Andrews’ Corp. has a lot to offer small businesses once they merge with us,” Katherine said with a friendly smile. “We give small businesses the opportunity to grow exponentially by advertising their products and services.”
For this portion of the presentation, Danielle brought up the next slide. Katherine began to give examples of other businesses that had merged with her company, as well as the specific benefits that each company had received as a result. One of these was another computer-tech business that was located in Lewisville.
Given the fact that this other computer-tech business was quite similar to Ken’s company, Katherine spent extra time describing the benefits that it had received. This certainly piqued the interest of the other participants of the meeting.
Through all of this, Danielle struggled to come up with something to add, but ultimately failed. It was nearly impossible to focus on anything other than her filling bladder.
What else could I possibly say? Danielle wondered. This deal is pretty much sold already! If only I could just come up with something so that I wouldn’t look like an idiot up here.
Still feeling self-conscious, Danielle shifted her gaze from each member of Ken’s crew to the next, hoping that none of them were looking at her. Unfortunately, she noticed that some of those people were indeed watching her. She forced herself to reduce the number of times she bent at the waist, but continued to rub her knees together.
The blonde sales rep. appeared to have her gaze fixed on Danielle, almost as if she were watching her every move. By this point, she appeared slightly amused. Though she tried to hide it, her faint smile was still noticeable.
Maybe she knows about the predicament that I am in! She probably knows what is about to happen!
For a brief moment, Katherine paused and quickly glanced at Danielle, before continuing on with the specifics of how each of the two respective companies could benefit each other. People were certainly taking notice (even though they each tried to hide this fact by appearing professional) of the situation that was unfolding in front of them.
Everyone seems to know that I am acting strangely! Danielle realized. I hope none of them realize how desperate I truly am!
Whether they knew the reason for her odd behavior or not, she was uncertain, but a bladder spasm would soon be on its way, destroying any confusion about what her issue might be. Everyone would know that she was on the verge of wetting herself.
What am I going to do? Danielle wondered. This is becoming a lot more terrifying than what I expected!
She started racking her brains, struggling to come up with something to add, hoping that she might distract people’s attention from the situation that was going on downstairs and focus more on what was occurring above. Unfortunately, her mind wasn’t working as well as it normally would.
When she had created the presentations in the first place, she had used specific information that was stored on her computer. Even though she had not been required to memorize the information (she was only supposed to create the presentation using PowerPoint based on the information available), there was still some that she could recall from memory and possibly even use.
Suddenly disrupting her thoughts, Danielle’s focus was brought back into the real world when she heard Katherine say her name. “Now, my assistant, Danielle, is going to bring up a graph that shows the expected sales projections for the upcoming year.”
Danielle pressed the button on the laser pointer and then the next slide was up, showing a very detailed graph. She expected her boss to continue, but it was here where she was given the chance to actually say something.
“Alright Danielle, could you please go ahead and explain to our audience just what the upcoming year holds for Andrews’ Corp and our clients?” Katherine asked.
At once, Danielle’s face grew red, but due to the dim lighting in the room, it went unnoticed.
For a moment, Danielle said nothing, while she worked up the courage to actually speak. “Sure, Miss Andrews. I can do that.”
Katherine stepped aside, allowing Danielle to take center stage. Now, she was even more nervous than ever. Her aching bladder was still filling and she was becoming damp with sweat. She pressed her legs as tightly together as she possibly could and then prepared to begin her explanation of the information shown in the current slide.
With the laser, Danielle pointed at the graph on the projector screen. “Based on the sales for the past year, it is expected that the sales are going to increase…”
As Danielle was speaking, she was struck by a bladder spasm. Determined not to make a scene, she tensed every muscle in her body as she fought to remain in control. A small spurt made its way out of her urethra, forming a wet spot in the panties she was wearing. Somehow, the blonde sales rep. seemed to know what was happening, because a wide grin appeared on her face.
Fortunately, Danielle soon regained full control over her bladder and no more urine was able to escape. She relaxed most of the muscles in her body and then forced herself to continue speaking.
“It-it is expected that the sales are going to steadily increase over the c-course of the next year. As An-Andrews’ Corp., exp-exp-ands… As Andrews’ Corp. expands…”
Danielle could feel another bladder spasm creeping up on her and she paused for a moment. She blushed again as she tensed up her muscles and bent at the waist.
The blonde sales rep. covered her mouth with one hand as she stifled a laugh and then she raised a hand up in the air. “Excuse me, Miss Andrews. I don’t mean to disrupt your presentation, but, is your assistant going to be alright?”
Danielle glanced at her and said, “I-I’m fine. Please don’t worry about me.”
Ken also spoke up, but he sounded far more concerned than his employee. “Miss Andrews, perhaps we could postpone our meeting for a later date. If your assistant isn’t well today, then maybe it would be best to continue this meeting at a later date.”
It was then that the bladder spasm Danielle expected struck and she bent forward at the waist with a gasp. She put one hand on the table to support herself as she fought to remain in control. She could feel the pee entering her urethra as her body tried to force out another spurt.
Danielle closed her eyes tight and started shaking from the effort of holding back the flood. She was only seconds away from having an accident it seemed, unless she could get her bladder back under control again.
The blonde sales rep. folded her arms over her chest and sat there, still grinning. Ken stood up from where he was seated and began to make his way towards the front of the room.
Hoping to convince everyone that she was fine, even though it was obvious that she was not, Danielle set down the laser pointer and held up one hand. “N-no, w-we d-don’t need to…”
When Danielle was at last able to clamp her sphincter shut, she let out a loud sigh. While it was good that she had regained control again for the moment, she had failed to convince Ken that she was alright, because he brightened the lights. A look of worry could be seen on Katherine’s face as she watched her assistant struggling in front of her and the watchful eyes of everyone else in the room.
For a brief moment, Ken looked at Danielle before he turned his attention to Katherine. “I strongly recommend we wait until she is no longer… ill, before we continue this meeting.”
The blonde sales rep. started laughing, without even trying to conceal it this time. Her unprofessional and disrespectful behavior earned some dirty looks from a couple of her coworkers, even though she paid no attention to them.
With pleading eyes, Danielle looked at her boss, waiting for an answer. Please, don’t make me wet myself in front of these people! It will be too embarrassing! I don’t want to do this anymore!
At first, Katherine only looked back at her. She still looked quite worried as she tried to decide whether or not she should accept Ken’s recommendation. She seemed very different from the person she had been when Danielle first walked into her office on the previous day. She actually seemed concerned for her assistant’s well-being. Only one thing was for sure; she needed to make a decision quick. |
Here is the next chapter. I hope all of you enjoy it.
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Not sure what she should do, Katherine could only stare at her helpless assistant, as she struggled to contain the contents of her bladder. Something inside of her had definitely changed, of this she was certain, due to the fact that she found herself fearing the possibility of Danielle humiliating herself in front of Ken and his crew.
As Danielle continued to look at her with pleading eyes, her indecision eventually came to an end. “Mister Freeman, I agree. We should postpone this meeting until she is well.”
Ken nodded and motioned for his employees to stand. “I think that is a good decision. We will continue this meeting on another day.”
Katherine stepped towards Danielle and put a comforting arm around her shoulders. “Come on, let’s just step outside for a moment. We can come back for our things.”
Each of Ken’s employees left the room, except for one. When the blonde sales rep. stood up and tried to make her way towards the door, Ken blocked her path. Even though he spoke to her in a hushed tone, Katherine heard him criticize her for disrespecting their guests. At once, an expression of horror appeared on her face when she realized that she had found herself in trouble for laughing at Danielle’s predicament. Katherine felt some satisfaction about seeing her get what she deserved, but she also felt guilty again. She had been so cruel to Hannah and Laura, as well as Danielle, but never experienced any consequences as a result.
Laughing at someone for finding themselves in Danielle’s situation is bad enough, Katherine thought. But it pales in comparison to the things that I have done.
Once they were out in the hall, Ken closed the door behind them, so he could continue speaking with his employee. As soon as they were alone, Danielle immediately put both hands against her crotch and pressed into her peehole through her skirt.
“Miss Andrews, I have to get to a restroom!” Danielle cried. “I can’t hold it anymore!”
Katherine looked to the right and instantly saw the sign for the restrooms. They were located just down the hall.
“Come on, let’s go this way,” Katherine said. “I think I have put you through too much today.”
Yesterday, I would have gladly let the meeting go on so that I could watch Danielle wet herself in that meeting room, Katherine realized. But today… Today I could not bring myself to do it. This girl has changed me in ways that I cannot explain.
Despite being in a hurry, Danielle could only take small steps as she made her way down the hall. She was hunched over with both hands between her thighs. One wrong move and her desperate struggle would come to an end.
“I hope I can make it there!” Danielle cried. “I’m so close!”
With her arm still around her assistant, Katherine spoke encouragingly to her. “It’s a short distance, Danielle. You can do this. You have made it through worse situations.”
Danielle nodded as the gap between them and the relief she so desperately needed grew smaller. They were only about ten feet away by this point, but their journey came to a halt as Katherine’s assistant was struck by another bladder spasm. Her body shook from the effort of holding it all in as the urine tried forcing its way through her urethra.
“Come on Danielle, you’re almost there,” Katherine said encouragingly. “You can make it.”
Danielle only groaned in response as she doubled over and squeezed her legs together as tightly as possible. She felt a little bit of pee escape her pee hole, adding fresh liquid to her panties and moistening her hands. She closed her eyes and clenched every muscle in her body, fighting to avoid wetting herself right in the hallway.
Damn, this poor girl really needs to go! Katherine thought. This is so hot, but all I care about now is helping her avoid an embarrassing accident.
After what seemed like ages, Danielle finally regained control of her bladder and opened her eyes again. She tried to stand up straight, but kept her legs together. She was able to get moving again, feeling confident that she might actually make it in time. Unfortunately, that is when the door of the conference room opened back up behind them.
Ken and the sales rep. exited the room and Ken called out to them. “Miss Andrews! Could we speak with you for a minute?”
Katherine removed her arm from Danielle’s shoulders and turned back as they approached. Danielle removed her hands from her crotch and turned towards them as well, with beads of sweat on her forehead from the effort of holding all of her pent up urine. She balled her hands into fists at her sides when Ken and his employee came to a stop in front of them.
Looking quite frustrated with his employee, Ken said, “On behalf of my company, I assure you that such disrespect from one of my staff will never happen again.”
He glanced at the sales rep. next to him (who was eyeing Danielle up and down, taking in the full extent of her condition). “Pam and I have discussed her behavior and I believe that we…”
A slight gasp escaped past Danielle’s lips, which completely disrupted Ken’s thoughts. She was going through another bladder spasm, but tried with all of her might not to show it, much to Katherine’s amazement.
“I do not wish to overstep any boundaries here, but are you going to be alright, Miss Smith?”
The sales rep., Pam, looked down at Danielle’s legs while her boss waited for an answer, taking note of the fact that they were squeezed very tightly together.
Katherine glanced at Danielle as she tried her best to answer. “I-I just have to, um…”
A strong spurt of pee shot out of Danielle’s urethra, soaking her panties. She bent forward at the waist a little and clenched her fists so tightly that her hands began shaking. A small trickle of urine ran down one of her legs, all the way to her knee, before dripping on to the floor.
“I must apologize, Mister Freeman, but my assistant really must get to the restroom,” Katherine said.
Pam had once again shifted her gaze down to Danielle’s legs, having already noticed the pee running down from underneath her skirt. “She sure does…”
Katherine glanced at Pam’s face and noticed what appeared to be an expression of lust.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Ken cried, suddenly looking very uncomfortable. “I’ll let you two get to it then. I-”
Before he could finish speaking, more urine leaked into the panties Danielle was wearing and a small river made its way down her other leg this time.
Ken took a quick glance down at Danielle’s legs and noticed the pee running down before she cut off the flow. “I have to get back to my office. Excuse me…”
In a bit of a hurry, Ken turned away from them and went down the hall in the other direction, but Pam on the other hand, stayed right where she was, unable to look away.
Once Ken was gone, Danielle cried out and doubled over again, immediately putting her hands against her crotch. Another powerful spurt had already exited her urethra and she fought with every ounce of strength she had left, to cut off the flow before she had a full-on accident. More pee ran over her fingers and down her beautiful legs. A few droplets fell to the floor at her feet before she finally was able to bring her bladder back under control.
Pam put a hand up to her mouth and said, “I am sorry about laughing earlier. I-I didn’t mean to. It just slipped out I guess.”
Katherine scowled at her. “You guess? Really? You are a professional and you should act like one. If you were one of my employees, then you would find yourself unemployed!”
Danielle gasped loudly and stood up straight, appearing to be less desperate than she had been. Even though she didn’t empty very much of her bladder, at least enough had leaked out to buy her some more time.
Pam frowned and looked at Katherine. “I am very fortunate that Ken let me stay here, but the next time I disrupt a meeting or disrespect his guests, then that is what will happen.”
Katherine put a hand on one of Danielle’s shoulders as her assistant put her hands back by her sides. “Are you alright? Are you going to make it?”
Danielle nodded. “Yes, I leaked out enough that I can make it to the restroom now.”
“I really am sorry, Miss Smith,” Pam said as Danielle and Katherine continued their way to the restroom. “I feel really bad about it, I swear.”
As Danielle stepped up to the restroom door and grabbed the handle, Katherine gave Pam a dirty look. “You fucking better feel bad about it!”
Danielle pulled on the handle, but the door did not open. “Um, what the hell? Is it locked?”
Katherine turned her attention away from Pam and grabbed the door handle after Danielle lowered her hand. “No, it can’t be.”
Suddenly appearing irritated, Pam folded her arms. “I hope not! I need to pee too!”
Katherine pulled off her glasses and put her hand up to her forehead with an irritated sigh. “Can you find your boss or maybe one of your maintenance people? There is no sign telling us that the restroom is out of order, but yet we can’t get in there.”
“I can do that,” Pam replied. “Just wait right here for-”
Before Pam could continue, an alarm began going off and yellow lights in the ceiling began flashing.
“What is that?!” Katherine cried.
A look of horror appeared on Pam’s face. “That is the security alarm! Something must be happening!”
From the direction of the conference room, at the far end of the hall, Ken came out of his office and hurried towards them. Katherine noticed that he was approaching and she walked his way also.
“What is happening?!” Katherine cried once he was close enough to hear.
“We have a security situation!” Ken replied. “Someone came in here, disguised as maintenance and they locked all of the restroom doors! The keys to unlock them again have all been stolen!”
Katherine at once became very angry. “How in the hell does shit like that happen?! Are you so incompetent that you can’t even manage your own place?!”
Turning back towards Danielle, Katherine motioned for her to follow. “Come on, we are going to grab our things and go! I don’t think we’ll be coming back either!”
The alarm finally stopped, but the lights kept flashing, so Ken was able to speak normally as he tried to convince Katherine not to leave. “Wait, Miss Andrews. Nothing like this has ever happened before. My security guy has been trying to get in touch with each of my maintenance people, to find out where they are. I don’t know who it is that came in here, but someone said she was a woman with blonde hair and she-”
“Listen Ken!” Katherine cried and pointed her finger at his face. “If you can’t even keep track of who comes and goes out of this building, then you are too much of a risk. We will not be coming back, nor will we ever merge companies. Our meeting is adjourned.”
“Please, we can figure this out,” Ken begged, but it was no use.
“Come on Danielle,” Katherine said as she made her way towards the conference room.
Danielle quickly followed her and groaned with disappointment. Her bladder was still quite full and now it looked as though she would have to wait to find another restroom somewhere else.
As the two of them entered the conference room to retrieve their things, Katherine became very worried as she tried to hurry up and pack up their belongings.
A woman with blonde hair came in and did this! Katherine thought. Who in the hell could that even be? It can’t be Hannah, can it? Could she be so angry that she is willing to go to these lengths just to get back at me?
Apparently, Danielle had similar thoughts. “Did one of your past assistants have blonde hair? You said Laura had red hair, but what about Hannah? What color was it?”
While Danielle frantically grabbed for her laptop and put it inside of its bag, Katherine sighed and nodded. “Yes, Hannah had blonde hair. But, I doubt that it could be her though, because she has never been the type of person to follow through on anything she says she is going to do.”
“What if she has changed?” Danielle asked. “Did she wet herself in a room full of people like Laura did? If you manipulated her into a situation like that, then I can see how she could be angry enough to act this time.”
Instead of giving a reply, Katherine simply said, “We’ll talk more once we’re gone. This is not a good place to discuss something like this, because this information is very dangerous if the wrong people know about it.”
With their things ready, the two of them went back to the door and Katherine shut off the lights as they stepped out. Once in the hallway, they made their way back out to the parking lot, with no intention of ever returning. |
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As Danielle exited the building with Katherine, she couldn’t help but wonder who it was that had snuck into the building, disguised as one of the maintenance workers. As they made their way through the parking lot, back to her boss’s Porsche, she also thought it was quite odd for someone to have managed to pull off something so wild.
How could no one have noticed that she wasn’t a worker there? Danielle wondered. If Ken doesn’t have any blonde women working in maintenance, then someone should have known that she didn’t belong there.
Once the two of them were back to the car, Katherine pressed a button on her keyring to unlock the doors. Danielle put her laptop bag in the back seat, on her side, and then got in the front. Katherine put her briefcase in the back also, before getting in on her side.
After Danielle closed her door, she was reminded that her bladder was still very full and she was forced to cross her legs again. The amount that had leaked out moments before had taken the edge off of her desperation, but it would not be long before it was back to full force.
Katherine put both of her hands on the steering wheel, but made no move to start up the car. She seemed quite worried, which was an unusual sight.
“What are we going to do now?” Danielle asked. “What happened with Hannah must have been serious.”
Katherine closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes, it was. She ended up wetting herself in a crowded conference hall. She was giving a presentation and she tried so hard to hold it, but she couldn’t…”
Katherine paused for a moment. The look of shame that Danielle saw on her face seemed foreign. It was like it didn’t even belong there.
Danielle pictured the scene in her mind, imagining Hannah standing in the middle of that room, stuttering as she tried to say her piece, right up until the moment she lost all control and the rivers of pee went cascading down her legs.
“Oh!” Danielle cried as the image forced her own bladder into a spasm.
She squeezed both of her legs together and squirmed around on the seat, immediately catching Katherine’s attention. Her boss’s shameful expression faded and a smirk appeared, almost seeming to have reclaimed its domain following an unexpected invasion.
After a bit of struggling, Danielle finally regained control of her bladder and she began gasping. “Maybe… Maybe we should go and discuss this later. I really need to pee!”
Katherine smiled and shook her head as the amusing display Danielle had put on come to an end. “Well, it didn’t take very long for you to become desperate again, did it?”
Danielle started bouncing her legs up and down. “No, it didn’t. Can we please go, so I can get to a restroom?”
Katherine chuckled. “Well, now that we’re out of the meeting room, I think I would very much like to see you squirm a bit. It is very comforting.”
Danielle could feel herself becoming aroused by the new situation and her clit began poking into the damp material of the panties she had on. Even after all that had leaked out, her bladder was managing to refill itself with alarming speed.
“But, what if I pee on the seat in here?” Danielle asked. “I don’t want to make a huge mess.”
Katherine giggled. “If you do that, then there just might be consequences.”
“You won’t make me wear a chastity belt afterwards will you?” Danielle asked.
In response to that question, Katherine reached a hand over and set it on Danielle’s thigh so that her fingers went slightly underneath her skirt. “That wouldn’t be a bad idea. You seem to have a bad habit of playing with yourself when you’re supposed to be focusing on other tasks, so I might just make you wear one regardless.”
At the very suggestion of being required to wear a chastity belt, Danielle felt a bit of fear mixed with her growing excitement. She desperately wanted to be touched. Her increasing arousal combined with the fullness of her bladder was almost more than enough to give her an orgasm right then.
“You look excited, Danielle,” Katherine said. “Maybe when all of this ‘strange caller’ bullshit is over, we should get one and then you could wear the chastity belt all the time, except when I want it off of you.”
Katherine’s hand remained where it was for a moment, on Danielle’s thigh, before she began to very slowly slide it towards her assistant’s damp pussy. “There will definitely be times when I will want it off of you…”
Holy shit! Danielle thought as she felt her mistress’s hand inching along over her skin.
She gasped and squirmed as Katherine’s hand slid closer and closer to her womanhood. She so desperately wanted to have an orgasm and pee everywhere, but her desires were not granted, because her mistress pulled her hand away instead.
“Please,” Danielle begged. “Please…”
Katherine laughed. “We are in the parking lot, you foolish girl! This is not the time for this.”
Danielle pressed against her peehole through her clothing with one hand as she continued to squirm. “Please, at least let me pee somewhere. I can’t take much more of this!”
Katherine pulled out her keys and started the vehicle. “No, I think I want you to hold it a bit longer. It’s going to be tough, but I believe in you.”
She brought out her bluetooth earpiece and quickly put it on. “Before we go anywhere, I have to call John and let him know what happened here today. This was a major security situation that must be dealt with. Whoever it is that is out to get me, snuck in there, without anyone knowing about it. Who knows what might happen next.”
Please, don’t take too long! Danielle thought as Katherine pulled out her phone and began dialing the number for the security department of Andrews’ Corp.
It didn’t take long before someone from the security department answered. Danielle wasn't sure, but she guessed that it was John. She squirmed and listened silently as Katherine explained everything that happened. When Katherine finished speaking, she waited a bit for a response.
When she at last began speaking again, she asked, “Is it really possible that a tracking device could be on my car somewhere?”
Danielle double-crossed her legs and started bouncing them up and down while waiting for her boss to say more.
“Okay, I want my car checked for tracking devices when I get back,” Katherine said. “If there is one somewhere, then that mechanic of mine can find employment elsewhere.”
There was another pause as Katherine listened to what John had to say. She took a quick glance at her squirmy Danielle, who was soon to be on the verge of another bladder spasm.
“Are you almost done?” Danielle asked, with her voice at a whisper. “I’m about to burst over here…”
“Yes, I’ll be over there shortly,” Katherine said. “We can straighten all of this out then. Bye.”
Katherine hung up and quickly removed her earpiece. She put it back in its place, along with her phone and then looked over at Danielle.
“Please, can we get to a restroom now?” Danielle begged. “I-I’m about to wet myself all over this seat!”
Katherine shook her head. “No, we need to get back to the office to have my car checked for tracking devices. Apparently my mechanic is nowhere to be found, so there is a possibility that he was paid to install it.”
“Oh god, I can’t make it that long!” Danielle cried. “If I don’t lose it going down the road because of every bump we come across, then I’m going to lose it when we get there.”
Katherine glanced down at the floor in front of Danielle, where an empty water bottle rested. “Well… If you can’t hold it that long, then there is a bottle you can try peeing into along the way. Just be careful. I don’t want you to empty your bladder into it or get it on the floor.”
Danielle let out a groan and reached down for it. Katherine buckled up and then waited for her young pee slave to do the same. There was no way she was going to get the relief she craved, but at the very least, she would be able to let out enough to keep on holding a little longer. |
Sorry it's been a while since I posted the last chapter, but I haven't been able to make as much progress as I wanted to. I do at least have a chapter ready even though it is a short one. I hope you guys enjoy this one.
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Ken Freeman sat at the desk in his office, feeling very anxious as he stared at the huge stack of cash in his right hand. In his left, he held the envelope he had just torn open, which also had the “missing” keys resting inside of it.
On the desk in front of him was a cell phone, which had been left there for him by an unexpected visitor. He had found her in his office, just after he and his employee witnessed Katherine’s assistant start to wet herself in the corridor. She had been dressed as if she was a part of maintenance and was also young, blonde, and quite beautiful. She had given him very little information, except for the fact that she had “borrowed” the keys for all of the bathrooms and locked them, before returning them in the sealed envelope, which also contained the cash (he wasn’t even sure how much was there, as he had not even taken the time to count it).
He glanced down at the cell phone, remembering that the last piece of information he received was that he should expect a call later in the day, following all of the chaos that had ensued after the security system was triggered. He wasn’t entirely sure who would be calling him, but from what he had been told, it was the blonde woman’s boss.
“Who are you people?” Ken asked as he stared down at the phone, not even understanding why he didn’t call the police to arrest that woman in the first place.
Maybe it’s because she was hot, Ken thought. I would have hated to see her fine ass get taken away in a squad car.
It was then that the phone started to ring. The ringtone was nothing special, merely a simple ringing sound. He dropped the envelope onto the desk and grabbed the phone. He had to know who it was that had called him.
Ken flipped it open and put it up to his ear. “Hello? Who is this?”
The voice on the other line was a woman’s voice, but it sounded quite a bit older than that of the visitor that had been in his office earlier.
“Mister Freeman, I would like to make you an offer that would benefit both of us. I also recommend that you stay as far away from Andrews’ Corp. as you possibly can.”
Ken furrowed his brow and set the cash down on the desk. “What sort of an offer? Why should I avoid Andrews’ Corp?”
The woman on the other end sighed. “Katherine Andrews has been manipulating her assistants and the environment around them so that she can keep them from the restrooms. I am certain that she is intentionally trying to force them to have an accident, while watching them struggle, for her own enjoyment.”
“Why in the hell would she do that?” Ken demanded. “I did notice earlier that her assistant was about to piss herself in the hallway. She was starting to wet herself just before I met your employee.”
The woman on the other end chuckled. “The two previous assistants went through similar experiences on a regular basis. How I know this is not important, but when all of this goes to the press, everything Katherine inherited from her auntie and all that she has worked for since then, will be lost.”
“Wait, what did she inherit from her aunt, exactly? Surely not her business. She mentioned nothing about that during the meeting.”
The woman on the other line laughed. “You should have done your homework before agreeing to meet with her for a merger. She inherited her house and her business from her aunt, Mary Andrews, who passed away ten years ago. The corporation has flourished and expanded since then, but Katherine was a very different person in the beginning.”
“So, what about that offer that you have for me?” Ken asked. “What sort of an offer are you talking about here?”
“I wish to offer you a business partnership,” the caller replied. “If you would be willing to meet with me for coffee so we can discuss this, then I will tell you everything you want to know. I strongly recommend that you do some investigating afterwards, to protect yourself, like you failed to do when you became involved with Katherine Andrews.”
Ken closed his eyes and shook his head as he briefly debated with himself about what he should do. “Alright, sure. Tell me where and I can meet you there.”
“I will call you again later today with a time and a place. You should be ready for it.”
Ken smiled a little as he thought about what Katherine might have been like before she became the bigshot that she was. He also found the idea of her assistants struggling not to piss themselves quite amusing. Why she would do such a thing to them, he did not know, but he started to become aroused as he imagined it happening to Danielle.
Ken leaned back in his chair and smirked. “Alright, I will be expecting your call.”
“Good,” the caller said. “I look forward to meeting with you.”
That was the last thing that she said before the call came to an end. He set the phone down on the desk and picked up the envelope. He still had to return the keys to the maintenance office. As he stood up and removed the keys from the envelope, he thought about the possibility of partnering with the woman he had been speaking with. He was certain that she was a business rival of Katherine’s, but he couldn’t help but wonder how she knew so much about her previous assistants. Curious about what that reason might be, he put the keys into his pocket and left his office. |
"It's nice not to be out on a mission." Taking a break from fighting Mavericks and hunting down Biometals, Aile was sitting in the room of Oeillet, a member of the Guardians, on the Guardian HQ airship. Okay, it wasn't "recreational time", being the only person who could merge with Biometals that didn't work for Slither Inc., the organization they were fighting against, she didn't really have the luxury to be able to relax, not when Slither was setting up some seriously evil plan. It's just that Fleuve was repairing Aile's first recovered Maverick Biometal, Model L, so she was waiting for all her options to be available before going back out. Until then, might as well hang out with one of the other girls.
Not that their conversation was very in-depth or taxing, but Aile was still having some trouble keeping focus. Running around every single area even remotely close by, doing action stuff, didn't leave as many opportunities for bathroom breaks as she would have liked. And, considering she didn't need to return to the airship very often...she had no idea where bathrooms were here, and she didn't want to ask.
Now, Aile wasn't the type of girl that was embarrassed at needing to go, but asking for help in that regard wasn't something she wanted to do. She was a capable girl, besides being a Biometal-wielding Mega Man and former transporter for Giro Express despite barely being a teenager. The Guardians were relying on her, having to go to them, tail between her legs to ask for a potty break, was awkward.
Still, it was starting to get a little bad...maybe it wouldn't hurt to ask for some assistance. She was about to open her mouth to ask the question, when a notification popped up on her HUD. "Looks like Fleuve's finished the Biometal, so time for me to get back to work." Good, she had reason to leave this situation before she demeaned herself.
"Don't work too hard, Aile," Oeillet warned. "Won't do any of us good if you get yourself killed." Aile waved the warning away and left the room. Didn't take long to pick up Model L after that, either.
Leaving the lab and entering the transserver room next door, she began flipping through the available missions, but she hesitated. It was starting to become clear, through the growing discomfort near her stomach, that she was actually pretty desperate. The airship wasn't that big, even if she was against asking for help, it was quite likely she'd stumble across it anyway. It was a tempting proposition, and it might be a worthwhile time investment.
She considered it, until her eyes wandered back to the screen. "Biometal reading in Area H, an abandoned amusement park. Investigate the area and locate the Maverick." Amusement park? It...it couldn't be... Suddenly, everything else in the world wasn't worth a single zenny, Aile needed to get to this Area H. Now. She accepted the mission and teleported to Area B-2.
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"I spent way too long getting here...I hate this map." She had never visited Area H before with this map program, so it wasn't marked. The area codes were not in ascending order, it was all just thrown together. She hoped B-2, right next to the city of Area C, would be a good central point for the search. That was, until she checked every door in Areas B, C, D, E, and short visits into Areas K, I, and G.
All that wandering around gave Aile a little time to cool down, which only brought her bladder's call back to attention, and all that time being lost did not do it any favors. It was nagging before, but as she left A-2 for H, she was having trouble walking straight. Thankfully, she had Model ZX equipped, which forced her to stand tall and look...normal, at least.
Perhaps it would have been smarter if she did her business during the long trek here. Not like there was a lack of options, there were public restrooms in the city she passed multiple times. And she wasn't a picky girl, there was more than enough debris for modesty in an abandoned power plant and a destroyed apartment complex. The forest also offered more than enough trees and bushes to use, she was fine with that.
But as soon as she entered the amusement park, all doubt left her. She had her concerns, but looking over the fair, she was sure now. The giant Mettaur ferris wheel, the carnival game stands, the look of the sky over the landscape... "I've been here before. This is where it happened." Just seeing it again made her feel sick.
"Aile? Did you hear me? What's wrong?" She didn't even notice, but Guardian Commander Prairie had contacted her with mission details.
"Oh! I'm okay. I'm going to proceed with the mission now." Apparently, she just had a general issue with letting others know about her problems. "I can't believe I have to fight here..."
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"Mommy, hurry up!" Aile called to her mother, in danger of being lost in the large crowd. Though her mom would have said it was the other way, Aile was short and could easily disappear out of sight, being 3 and all. She looked mostly the same as she would in the future, just smaller. Even her clothing was similar, just a blue shirt instead of a jacket and light overalls in place of shorts.
"I'm coming, sweetheart! We've got enough time to visit all the rides, there's no need to rush."
"No, mommy, I really have to go potty. We have to hurry!"
"Oh. Alright, where's the closest bathroom," she muttered, opening a map. "Really, all the way over there? Okay, Aile, it looks like it's pretty far away. Do you think you can be a big girl and hold it that long?"
Aile nodded, but she didn't seem so sure about it. Things were looking pretty bad for her chances at staying dry.
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The more things change, the more they stay the same. She had been doing a good job hiding it so far, but Aile couldn't keep pretending everything was alright any longer. She had just destroyed a giant Mettaur with a barrage of plasma shots, with no reward to show for it. "This isn't the one with the Biometal! Where is he?!" She was stomping the concrete beneath her feet, Model ZX's power enough to crack the old cement.
"Aile, what's going on," Prairie asked over the communication channel. "You've been acting strange ever since this mission started."
"Prairie, where's the Biometal signature coming from?! Hurry up and..." She intended to keep the demand up, but she buckled. At that moment, an intense wave of desperation forced her down, she holstered her Z-Buster almost immediately, her legs pressed against each other best as they could, her hands grabbing at her crotch as much as possible. Clearly, with Biometal armor on, this wasn't going to work, so she reverted back to her ordinary clothes. Now, there was nothing stopping her from clutching at her privates through her shorts, thighs cradling and rubbing her wrists in their vigorous dance. She looked pitiful.
"Aile, calm down! What's wrong with you?" It sounded like Prairie was panicking, having her most important subordinate cut off in the middle of a sentence.
It took a while for Aile to respond, beyond breathing heavily to keep herself under control. But eventually, by some amazing miracle, the impossible urge subsided, she was able to pull her hands out and stand straight. Certainly reluctant, though. She felt vulnerable, exposed, but she could face it now. Same with her emotional state. "Ten years ago I was attacked by Mavericks...I was separated from my mom during the panic, and Giro is the one that found and rescued me."
"You were there during the Maverick raid..." Suddenly, Prairie sounded down, the realization of Aile's traumatic past hurting her too. "I'm sorry, I..."
"No, I'm sorry. I was getting all worked up with the memories of my mom floodi...rushi..." There were no good synonyms that weren't making Aile feel worse. "The memories coming back!" Okay, that one worked. She certainly still felt pretty bad, but she felt able to re-equip herself for battle. "Model ZX, Megamerge! Rock on!" Maybe it would have been worth it to test out Model L, but she liked Model Z. It made her feel...comfortable.
But, just because she wasn't wearing a Biometal didn't mean they couldn't butt in. "Aw, you're not as fun when you're calm," a female voice spoke, not out loud, as if it was inside Aile's head. "You're super cute when you've got that fire. Or maybe you just wear Model Z very well."
"You're Model L, then? You're certainly chattier than Model X or Z."
"Oh, Zero's always been so serious, but he was fierce and determined. You look like you're using his power almost as well as he did, a hundred years ago."
Aile had almost forgotten, the Biometals were the fragments of legendary warriors of a time long past. So, in a sense, she was reliving their identities. "I'm not wearing this armor for any 'Zero', I'm honoring another memory. Someone close to me who wielded this Biometal before."
"Whatever your reasons, fight. Change is only ever brought by the warriors. And remember to use the powers of Leviathan, the master of the waters!"
Just hearing that, Aile cringed, tapping her foot fast to offset any pressure bothering her. "Fine, just...don't talk about water, okay?"
"Why does it matter? Did you almost drown once as a kid or something?"
"No, it's just..." Once again, she struggled to say anything, it was such an unpleasant topic to broach. "I really have to use the bathroom," she whispered. It was starting to get too bad to keep quiet about, and something about Model L made her feel a little calm. Maybe she just found it easier to talk about it with a girl, or maybe L's personality meshed better with her than the no-nonsense Z or X.
"That's a human affliction, right? Not something I would know anything about." Also something Aile forgot, humans and Reploids coming together to become one race was a relatively recent event, there used to be quite the large divide between them.
"Speaking of which," Model X chimed in. "Were you planning to take care of that soon? It seems it's impacting your abilities, or it will soon."
"That's my Master X," Model L gushed. "Thinking about the well-being of the humans, even in the middle of battle."
"Maybe it would be better if you let her concentrate on the fighting. She's the one wielding us, remember that," Model Z suggested.
Model X replied, "But she can't focus anyway in this condition."
Aile snapped. "Will you all shut up?! I'm right here, I can hear everything you're saying, and it's really distracting!" She was trembling, breathing heavy, though maybe not so much from the anger. This time, she was met with no response from the Biometals. "I'm losing my cool," she quietly recognized. "This place is getting to me. I need to calm down." She stood still to ease her mind...until she remembered standing still was not something she wanted to do, and she started dancing in place.
Thinking logically, she could see that Model X had a point. She already couldn't think about the mission objective, just how much she hurt, how much she wanted to rid herself of that pain. Being back in this amusement park certainly caused some unwelcome sensations, but there was a benefit to the location too: it was completely abandoned, she could pick any spot she wanted to relieve herself and it wouldn't matter. She wouldn't even need to pick a spot that covered her in any way if she didn't want to.
With that in mind, she was tempted to just drop her shorts and squat where she was standing, but probably wisely decided against it. Instead, her eyes were set on a different target, a control booth for the pendulum ride. It wouldn't have a receptacle of any kind, but at least it was closed off with a floor. As soon as she made up her mind, she ran to it stiffly, slamming the door behind her so hard it almost fell off its hinges. And she unequipped the Biometal too, not like she'd be able to do anything with the armor on.
Somewhat uncharacteristically, she didn't even look around before hooking her thumbs around the waist of her shorts. Why should she, she had already gone somewhere with solid barriers surrounding her, there shouldn't be anything to worry about. That assumption went far enough for her to pull her shorts down a few inches, just barely above the point where they'd be exposing anything really bad, when she finally noticed something while bending forward. On the corner where the inner walls met, right below the ceiling, was a security camera.
"...that might not be good," Aile observed, freezing but not reversing her actions. "But that's always been there, right? It's not like there's anyone still checking the footage." She seemed to accept the rationalization, as she resumed movements to continue undressing.
"Aile, you might want to stop," Model X warned, though without any urgency in his voice, considering how removed from the situation he really was. "Slither's probably tapped into the security system, they're probably keeping tabs."
"Taking cues from Neo Arcadia, are they," Model Z recognized, with a tone of anger.
Aile almost went through with it anyway. She had to pee so bad, the idea that Slither, the group she despised, could not only witness her private act, but have recorded footage of it, seemed like an okay sacrifice just to finally get relief. It took too long for reason to return, but it came back hard. She yelped, pulled her shorts back up to where they belonged, and ran out of the camera's sight.
Clearly, the control booth was out of the question, what about anywhere else? She frantically looked around for another good spot, but now that she was looking for them, she began to notice just how many cameras there were. And anywhere there weren't, there were mechanoloids. Gyro Cannons, Patrol Mets, enemies that hadn't noticed her yet but would if she got close to them or stayed in one place too long. As in, no time or place to use the bathroom. She destroyed them, more would take their place. Aile couldn't win.
"Aaugh, why," she screamed, like she might break down in tears. "I just need this one thing!" She was shivering, not in the way her jacket would alleviate, her hold slipping away from her. She wanted to give in, end this at long last, just wet herself. The sooner there wasn't an angry mass of fluids wreaking havoc on her insides, the sooner she could do what she needed to do, what the Guardians needed her to do. Maybe she should deal with the shame, for the sake of everyone else.
"Aile...you're thinking about giving up, aren't you," Model X asked.
"Why shouldn't I?! I only want one little thing right now, and I'm not allowed to have it! Why should I keep going when the world hates me?!" Her teeth were clenched, she'd be out to kill if she could fight at all.
"Because I've been through what you have, and I've seen what you have. Bad things happen to us all the time, that's what we get fighting for everlasting peace. We continue to fight, and kill, until we no longer care about the lives being taken. We see death until it becomes normal, even when the victim is those close to us. It hurts, I know, but nothing gets better until you make it that way."
He was speaking sincerely, but Aile was still a little too emotional to take the sensitive advice. "And how do you suggest I make this better?"
"Slither is only using the security system that was previously in place, so there's no way they'd have any monitor in the restrooms. If you think you can hold out long enough to find it."
Actually, that touched Aile quite a bit. Model X may have been a Reploid in his life, but he had a compassion and legitimate sympathy for humans and their unique problems. Given the pain Mavericks had caused her throughout her life, how much destruction they had caused for centuries, it was easy to overlook the good Reploids like X had done. "O-okay, I'll...try my best," she declared with a newfound sense of uneasy determination.
"That's all you need to do, just put your mind to it. Humans are a tenacious species," Model X assured. Aile reequipped Model ZX and ran deeper into the park. She didn't know where her destination was, but anywhere had to be better than the helplessness of here.
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"I can't make it anymore," little Aile cried. "I gotta go tinkle now!" She had been trying her hardest to hold it long enough to make it to the girl's room with her mom, but it was just taking too long to walk and wait patiently. She had run off away from her parent to find the bathroom herself, with absolutely no shame as she clutched her pants and shouted. It certainly drew attention from bystanders, but she was a little kid, not like she was doing anything out of the ordinary for that age.
It hadn't even registered with her that she was alone, she hadn't quite hit the point where she could consider the consequences for her actions, not that she ever would ever have that foresight at this level of desperation. All that mattered in her limited world view was that she was about to have an accident, and that meant she was a baby. She had resolve, putting so much effort into maintaining her own dignity.
Spirit could only accomplish so much, though. Without any knowledge of her destination, she was just running around aimlessly, which consequently meant she felt she was getting no closer. Especially when she couldn't see very far, not through the crowds. She was grabbing her hardest, to the point it physically hurt, but it wasn't doing enough to hold back the impending flood. Small spurts were escaping into her underwear and clothing beyond, not quite a full wetting but getting close.
"N-no!" Aile wasn't making it much longer, so with no toilet in sight, she rushed off the sidewalk, out of the claustrophobic pack into the open grass. This was the best she could do, but she wasn't happy about it. "I...I didn't..."
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"Come on, damn it! Open! OPEN!" Miraculously, Aile actually managed to make it to the bathroom building, despite her being ready to burst for a while now. And she had avoiding any leaks up to this point as well, even while laying waste to so many Galleons that blocked her path. She was unyielding, the Z-Saber destroying indiscriminately, anything to reach her goal. Too bad there was one last obstacle that violence wouldn't eliminate: the ladies' room was locked. And her weapons wouldn't break it down, either. The men's room was the same, she checked, that's the door she was banging on at the moment.
"Perhaps this building was designed as a shelter, so it's really sturdy," Model X hypothesized.
"Well then, it's never done any good for me! If I could just bust this door down..." Aile shoulder tackled with all her weight, the barrier shaking but not giving way. She gave it a couple more tries, each wave sending ripples through her filled bladder and pushing her muscles to their limits to hold it all in.
"It doesn't look like it's going to work," some great news Model L took the liberty of breaking. "If only you had Model F, he could probably get through."
"Well, I don't! I thought all you Biometals were supposed to have incredible powers, you could help a little!" She stepped back and lifted her right leg to directly kick the handle multiple times. The position certainly wasn't doing any favors to her, but if it got her in, any loss would be a necessary sacrifice.
"We're not Gods of Destruction," Model Z reminded. "It's about how you use the power you're given."
Aile wasn't having that. Seeing that her kicking strategy was getting her nowhere, she put her leg back down and tried the tackle again. This time, she backed up a couple feet before charging her left shoulder forward with all her might...until her left foot slipped backwards, straightening her body out as she crashed into the door. Right on her stomach, hard enough that her armor rattled.
Even through the metal, that hit still caused some damage to her human body, finally pushing the muscles past their breaking point. "N-no..." It was too obvious that this was the end of the line for her bladder, and it started with a few loose drops. "I don't want to find out what pee does to Biometals!" She rushed to revert back to human form, the only time she'd just make it today, right as the outpour began.
The dark blue full bodysuit she wore under all her clothing was a thin material, the heavy stream of urine soaked right through it, doing the same to her shorts in a matter of seconds. The almost white color did nothing to cover the darkening, starting at the crotch but soon spreading down the legs, across the butt and front with a yellowing tint. The fabric covering her legs allowed the bodily fluid to run straight down, flowing off her boots into an expanding puddle beneath the soles.
"Oh...oohhhhhh..." Aile had lost her intelligent speech, and the strength all across her body as well. She fell back, sliding down the door she had tried so hard to force, until she was splayed on the hard ground, legs stretched out in random directions as the warm pool grew, drenching all garment that touched it. She just didn't care.
Any Mechanoloids in the park must have been far away, because Aile couldn't hear anything but the wind over her fierce hissing. Not that it mattered anymore, but she looked up at the wall opposite her, to find nothing more than solid, unfettered blankness. "Thank you...at least I have this." She was alone, she wouldn't be caught, this would be nothing more than an embarrassing story to never tell.
She really had been pushed far up to this point, it took her well over a minute to empty entirely, noticeably over her standard levels. But even an ocean can eventually be drained, the hissing dropped down to a little splashing, and it was over. Aile gave one last sigh of relief and, rather calmly, stood up and dusted herself off, getting her fingers a little damp in the process. She was still dripping wet and looked very unpresentable, but her emotional state wasn't giving it away. Sure, she'd feel more comfortable without her saturated shorts, but...that wasn't going to happen.
"Aile...are you alright?"
It was a girl asking, Aile first assumed it was Model L, but she soon realized it was Prairie. "You...how much did you see?"
"We can see what you do, so we can provide accurate information and advice at any time." That set off a bit of a red flag for Aile. What if things had gone right and she had undressed? But it seemed Prairie had a deeper connection to her than just senses, as she responded to the concern. "Oh, but don't worry, we'll respect your privacy if you need it! More to the point...do you think you can continue the mission? I won't blame you if you want to come back to HQ for a little. I understand, this happens sometimes."
"Thanks, but...I'll be okay. It's a little awkward, sure, but it's not the end of the world. I'll survive until this is done. Remember, I've still got something important to do here."
"Oh, right. I forgot you had a connection to this place. Are you still stable on that?"
"Yeah...This place has a lot of memories for me, both good and bad. I just don't want anything to happen to those memories. I want them to stay the way they are."
Prairie was silent for a few seconds, but she did respond, sounding much less professional now. "Aile, please remember that you are never alone. You've got me and the other Guardians...and you've got others watching over you too."
It was a sweet thing to say, but Aile wanted to get a move on. Her legs were starting to get cold. "Thank you, Prairie. Recommencing mission!" Once again, Model ZX went back on, serving a double purpose now, to also cover herself up. Whatever Maverick she'd fight here, she wasn't going to do it looking like she'd wet her pants. She'd look tough, no matter how grim things looked. That's what he'd want.
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Poor little Aile was sitting in the grass, crying inconsolably. There was nothing she could do anymore, she had an accident and completely soaked herself. Everyone walking by noticed her presence, that something was wrong, but none of them were stopping. It wasn't their kid, they didn't want to be caught getting too close, and mom hadn't found her yet. She was really alone, unable to cope with that.
"Hey there, kid. You alright?" She didn't know the voice, but Aile still opened her eyes to look. Standing over her was an older boy, probably a teenager, with long blond hair, a red jacket, and glasses.
She had been taught not to talk to strangers, but Aile, feeling like she was at her lowest point, still answered, holding back the tears for a little. "I-I had an accident, and I don't know where mommy is!" She started crying again, while standing up to show him what she meant.
The boy looked her over, a little unsure what he was supposed to do, but he got an idea. He undid the bindings on the front of his jacket, slid it off his arms, bent down to meet Aile's eyes, and tied the sleeves around her waist. "There. That should hide the stain enough." He extended his hand to her. "Come on, I'll help you find your mom."
Aile looked surprised, conflicted if she should follow him, but she couldn't find anything bad about him and accepted. She held his hand as the two walked away. "M-my name's Aile."
"Hello, Aile, I'm Giro. It's nice to meet you." At the time, Aile just thought he was nice, and cool because he was bigger. But soon, he'd become a much bigger part of her life, and she'd always be thankful for that first meeting. It meant so much to her.
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Aile no longer felt the universe hated her and wanted to make her suffer, but she soon found that it did have a twisted sense of humor. After this whole ordeal, the Biometal she recovered was Model P. "Oh, come on!" |
So, a while back I decided to write something tuned to the style of the Salem Witch Trials. I'm hoping that this doesn't break the site's guidelines against adult-rated content, but seeing as I CAN'T FIND THEM ANYWHERE, I'll have to just wing it and hope this story doesn't break the rules. As a forewarning, this story is focused around a homosexual female couple. Detailed lesbian sex scenes are imminent. You should only stick with this if you are willing to invest yourself into a long and detailed story.
Word count: 8,832 (Buckle in for a long one)
Chapter One: The Trial
Two naked bodies pressed together in full embrace, partaking in the most forbidden and unholy of method. In public, unwed, and- most damning of all- of the same sex. Both of these heathens had a seam between their legs, and neither a cock, yet both women bump and grind as though they had. One vagina pressed harshly against the other, sliding the moist flesh until both bloomed pink. The voices of both tried in vain to remain in silence, giving the occasional moan or whimper that even a child couldn’t mistake as pain or torment. No, both of these maidens were clearly enjoying their perverse actions- a most criminalizing tell. Had either gotten naught but suffering from this event, that one might survive the opinions of their friends, family and the Lord’s judgement. But instead, both reveled in their crime, and so both would be doomed.
They had both snuck out of their beds in order to be here tonight, hiding away in the upper loft of a barn right on the outskirts of their village. They did this together on every night that they both decided felt safe. The village of Granville MA, circa 1694 AD, had little more than a set of twenty houses, two farms, a few more buildings meant to serve for storage and production, and a single Church set right in the middle. Everything was separated by thick foliage and forest, a dirt road connected the houses and farms to the Church but interconnectivity was difficult. Most people had to pass by the Church before they could visit a neighbor, or else tear up their shoes and clothes to take a shortcut. The two learning each other in the barn now, had both passed that Church earlier tonight, being reminded of whose will they broke before ignoring such warning and being with each other regardless.
Amity, the younger of the pair, had grown into marrying age a few years ago, but she often refused the advances of the other young men of Granville, most usually citing petty reasons such as ‘he didn’t look like he could chop enough firewood’ or ‘I don’t want to consummate our marriage during such a hot summer.’ In truth, she never felt any attraction to the opposite sex, much to the mystified annoyance of those whom tried to woo her; for she held the greatest grace, charm and beauty of any woman that any man had ever known. Even the married men often cite the inability to compare her with their own wives in their youth. The question of why she could not feel a desire to be with a man one day solved itself when she personally met the Clergyman’s daughter. On the day she met Selah, she was immediately smitten with the desire reserved only for a Husband.
Selah, the one still thrusting her hips into Amity’s groin, had lived under the watchful eye of her Father, the Clergyman of Granville’s Church. He spoke, listened and very closely watched under the authority of the Lord himself, keeping the activity and wishes of the villagers in staunch check. To commit a sin while he was aware was to grant an insult upon him as much as his Savior. His preferred method was that if someone were to take an eye, take their head in kind. So when she felt the spark of interest upon meeting Amity, the loveliest woman that she had seen up close, she quickly moved to stomp out that spark inside her heart. With paper shoes it seemed, as she didn’t think about that meeting again until two sunrises later. And then she couldn’t stop. When she found Amity invading all of her thoughts, Selah found images of perversion joining them. If her face could evoke such a will to sin, what could her body do? If her reputation for turning away men was true, what would she think of a woman like herself? She desperately tried to turn her thoughts to the Lord, pray for respite from the lust, but even during Church her face would become flustered and red from both her own traitorous thoughts and God’s lack of mercy.
As both young ladies continued pleasuring each other, slit to slit with their legs crossed over, the day that they had confessed to one another flashed through their memories. Selah had been trying to work up the courage to confess her sins, but decided against it as the only person who could listen was her Father. Even if she took a confessional in secrecy, he would recognize his own daughter’s voice without effort. She dared not admit the betrayal of her thoughts willing her to be with another woman to such a strict man. Amity had been chased into the Church by one of her more persistent suitors, one whom had become irate with her many refusals over the couple of years that she had denied the men that wanted her hand in marriage. Yet even he would keep his desires in check in the house of the Lord, and one supervised by such a zealous Clergyman.
When Amity entered the Church, Selah had been sweeping the wooden floor down the middle of the aisle. Both immediately looked at each other. Both blushed slightly when they realized whom they were looking at. The suitor entered close behind his desired wife to be, but appeared much calmer and pretended that he was there strictly to make a prayer and get back to work. After he left, Amity and Selah were alone together. Sitting upon a pew, Amity watched the Clergyman’s daughter work and clean for some time until Selah could no longer keep her thoughts entertained mentally and, as the more inexperienced when dealing with her emotions, sat down next to the younger. She couldn’t come up with an excuse for why when asked.
Things progressed quickly. Both talked to each other until the topic of recent thoughts and desires came up, at which point neither could summon the courage to lie while sitting in the Church, both speaking in whispers for the sake of possible eavesdroppers. Amity, tired as she was of the men that lusted for her, was the first to suggest that both women make something of their newfound desires. Selah, however, expressed that she wanted nothing more than to uphold God’s Law and banish the thoughts that had corrupted her waking hours, insisting that she was merely succumbing to jealousy that her lesser attractiveness and dedication to the Lord (as well as the “protection” of her Father) had kept the young men of Granville away from her and attached to Amity. Amity herself was distraught by this result, believing Selah’s words until a few days later when the latter’s resolve was finally broken, ironically so by her own denial of the truth. She had lamented the entire time from when she had refused Amity’s request, demanding of herself that she accept the offer of companionship. It became so desperate that she had begun damning God in her heart and mind. There could be no worse sin than to damn the Lord, right? So she chose what she believed to be the lesser of two evils and finally relented.
That night was their first together. They hid away in the bleak darkness and sheltered in the loft of this same barn, spending more hours than they dared to risk on intimate talking, discussing their lives, experiences, childhoods, wants and needs, what they saw in each other, what they wanted for the future. And in the end, they departed with a kiss. The following week, Amity came to join the clergy in all of their activities, if only to be closer to Selah. She joined every prayer, sat next to the icon of her affection at every opportunity, and made sure that they shared a pew during each preaching session. Their second night was at the end of that week, both sneaking out to meet at that barn again. The pair spent the evening and some of the morning speaking again, but took it a step further. They kissed, and soon after felt the desires that the Lord kept reserved for married men and women. They wanted to see each other, beneath their clothes.
Both were hesitant at first, believing that they were about to reveal that which was reserved exclusively for the sight of a husband, but they also knew that by hiding away and having the intimate touch of a kiss with each other, they had already sinned in the eyes of the Lord. They couldn’t go back as easily as they could go forward. And so, they started to disrobe. Their thick garments proved as cumbersome and difficult to remove as always, but Amity was the first to get down to her skivvies. Pale moonlight streamed in through the hay hatch of the barn, illuminating the young woman’s seemingly perfect frame, highlighting all of the curves that the thin cloth clung to. If she didn’t know better, Selah would have sworn that she could see through the pantaloons and nightshirt.
Eventually those came off as well, and the Clergywoman was stunned. Were she a man, she felt she may have simply passed out from Amity’s physical beauty. And by the grace of God, she was the first to witness it. It was as though a well-designed carving of all of the desires of a lustful man had come to life, a red-haired young lady with a soft, round face, clear green eyes that seemed to reflect the world, thin shoulders that simply screamed of femininity, a perky pair of breasts that fit perfectly in human hands while hanging firmly to her chest, her waist curved inward slightly before rounding out at her hips, which took a perfect curve down to the thigh. And between those thighs lay the most precious part, the place that even a husband should not get to see more than once a day. Amity’s vagina was a delicate, one might even say fragile, little cleft sitting underneath a soft wisp of red hair, framed perfectly by her thin inner thighs that left a small gap of open space. A thin fluid seemed to be seeping from it, something that neither woman seemed to understand. In Selah’s mind, this was a woman blessed with true beauty, yet here she was wasting that beauty on another woman instead of blessing her future husband with it.
Selah realized it was her turn to finish undressing. In the face of such outstanding beauty, she froze up for a moment, becoming truly jealous of Amity’s body, but she overcame that feeling with the knowledge that she would be leaving the younger woman on the spot, as she was already naked. She couldn’t simply let her be the only one. Pulling off her own trousers and undershirt, the Clergywoman came to stand before Amity in her own nakedness. She had long brown hair that usually stood tied up in a bun and headdress, but in truth it went down to her shoulders, her face was a bit more pointed and gaunt, but her piercing eyes had a light brown tint that almost seemed to glow even in the darkness of the barn. Her shoulders were slightly broader than what would be considered normal for most women her age, but her breasts stood larger than Amity’s, even if they hung a bit lower because of the size. Her hips went down in a straight line, not curving in and not curving out, while her thighs stood out as a bit thick despite all of her attempts to keep fit when she had the time. Between them lay Selah’s vagina, petite and, similarly to Amity’s, untouched, though the difference lay in the fact that it was harder to see thanks to a thicker bush of hair and thicker thighs leaving no space between them. Most men would consider her beautiful, but before Amity, she felt inferior and self-conscious. Those feelings vanished when the younger lady made a move to kiss her again.
Their second night ended shortly after, they had both resolved to look at and watch each other’s bodies, but not touch. They had enough respect for themselves, one another, their families and their Lord to not go that far. Yet. On their third night time affair, they could hardly keep their hands off of each other. Fear of the Lord’s judgement had practically vanished, and this became the first time they’d touch, poke, prod and break their virginity, at least in the sense that they’d never had a truly sexual encounter. This would continue for the next couple of months, a once-a-week meeting in the barn that would result in ever-increasing romantic submission, giving into their base desires over staying strong for the Lord and their respective families, risking banishment or execution as much as eternal damnation. For they had fallen in love, and would not be swayed away from each other. Even so, they couldn’t simply leave Granville, as they loved their families almost as much as they loved one another. To run away and elope would be a heartbreaking insult, a betrayal over all that had been given. So they stayed, and worked to keep their relationship a secret for as long as they possibly could.
That secret remained for a time, but eventually it was a mix of fate and choice that revealed it. As autumn began, the Clergyman held a prayer that called for Fertility, citing Biblical verses that regarded the Lord’s commands to be fruitful and prosperous. This particular prayer session inspired four of the oldest men that had yet to be wed, the oldest of whom was a mere five years older than Amity, to make a stubborn bid to gain the hand of the most beautiful maiden in Granville. They all immediately seeked her out and began competing with each other in impressing the young woman. As she had been reputed to be the one that would refuse all proposals, they all doubled their efforts in a bid to convince her, more so since there was more competition for it than the village had ever seen.
Initially believing that she would merely have to be patient, smile and nod, and come up with various excuses to get them to leave, Amity was quickly disappointed when they proved remarkably persistent. Perhaps they were fed up with her refusals and, eager to gain a wife, had resolved to not take ‘no’ for an answer any longer. Every attempt to get to the Church for a respite from the small horde chasing her was denied when one of the men caught her attention with questions while the others got behind her and blocked the path. To outright ignore the interest of a suitor was to spit in the face of him and his family, she couldn’t get away by simply staying silent and rushing through. In the end, the sun had been at its highest point when Church ended and the men had come looking for Amity, and by the time her true predicament had come to a head, the sky was orange and the sun was low. The young maiden had been in a dire situation for the past few hours, between the morning prayer session and the suitors keeping her company against her will, she had been holding her water from sunrise to sunset.
Amity could do nothing to relieve the pressure and pain in her abdomen, as even if she were to run off for an emergency, the men would surely follow her. Even if she were married, it would not be permissible to allow even a husband to witness her in such an intimate moment. Even parents could not witness the relief of their children after a certain age, only with the very young in order to clean up after. And so she had to keep holding on until they gave up. Everybody had to sleep some time, right? Even so, she knew that she could not keep holding on. Even in her puritan upbringing, her bladder was petite and weak, at least by the standards of the other villagers. Not that she knew what those standards were. She did all she could to balance her need to pass water, the annoyance of the suitors and her patience in keeping still and allowing no signs of her need to show. But inevitably, nature won over her silly culture.
Right when Amity felt that she was about to explode, and literally so as punishment from God for her infidelities with Selah, the very person she was thinking of at what she thought was the end showed up, managing to find them on one of Granville’s many paths. She called out to the men and grabbed their attention, asking why they were hounding an innocent woman in the way they were. Being faced with such accusations from the Clergyman’s daughter of all people, they were forced to turn, listen and defend themselves. Amity turned off the path, facing Selah and mouthing a thank you before she headed into the woods. Unfortunately, nature decided to pick this very moment to take the young woman’s control away. She sensed it just seconds before it happened, the slight burning tingle of a rushing liquid filling up her urethra, a sensation that she had not felt since she was very small and was reminded of recently in her night visits with Selah.
Knowing she could only make it as far as the nearest bush before her dress became fully saturated, the maiden panicked and- in her puritan mindset- wrongly believed that it would be better to try to save her dress. In possibly the worst mistake she could have made at that instant, she lifted the dress and tried to hide behind the bush. She knew better than to expose herself to a group of five people however, and kept her pantaloons up even knowing that they were going to become soaked. The water was spilling out of her belly before she made it to the bush, but she was still able to squat down. Tears soon joined the various liquids that were leaving her, but even in her sadness she did all she could to keep herself from sobbing or making any other noises. It wasn’t enough to stay quiet, as it only took a few more seconds for the suitors to notice that she was no longer there and follow the sound of her urine spilling through her trousers and onto the bush. Not knowing if she was in some type of danger or simply ran off, they took off running only to find her passing water a few feet away. With a collective gasp, their discovery had doomed her.
Amity was urinating, right next to the path where anyone could see, in front of four unmarried men, with her dress held high out of the way. Worse still, the liquid running through it had made the thin white cloth of her pantaloons semi-transparent. They could see it. But their puritan upbringing was just as strict and harsh as everybody else’s, and so their first coherent thought was to do something about this heathen. One of them spoke to another, “Go get the Clergyman!” The one he spoke to nodded and ran back up the path as fast as he could. Not understanding the implication, Selah followed after him, begging him to stop and wait. The other three waited until Amity finished her accident before grabbing her by the arms and picking her up from her squatting position, letting her dress fall back down. They refused to speak to her directly, but contemplated among themselves whether they had caught a witch. Amity was crying for the entire time that it took the fourth man, the Clergyman and his daughter to return.
“What have we?” Selah’s Father spoke up. The first to respond was the same suitor whom had told the other to bring him.
“This woman, Amity. When your daughter appeared, this one lifted her garment and began passing water right over there.” He pointed to the bush. “It seems she has distaste for this dedicated woman of the cloth and for the holy joining of Marriage, for we have all been trying to gain her hand all day, yet she refused up until now where she revealed herself to all five of us. It almost seems arrogantly Satanic.”
“You believe her a Witch, boy?”
“Yessir, a heathen against the Lord’s law.”
“Then she shall be tried as such.”
The younger men thrust Amity out toward the elder and bearded man, and as soon as he held his grasp upon her, Selah spoke out. In the opinion of all five males, spoke out of turn was more appropriate.
“Father, wait, please. These four have been lusting after her all day long. The poor woman has merely not been given a chance to pass water in private; she could not escape from them to tend to herself. You know it isn’t right to judge so harshly upon a victim of such circumstance.”
“No, child, this is a grown woman in my care. She, like any other, is above the creation of a mess known only to babes and the newly born. Any adult knows how to hold their water until they reach privacy, no matter how long that takes. This was a deliberate defiance. Leave us, I must take this witch to the constable.”
The Clergyman had made up his mind, and he would never back down from a decision of his own. Selah knew that any attempt she made to change that decision would be met with an immovable resolve, petty insults and, if she continued to persist, a stinging “reminder” of her place. That night, Selah went to the barn and openly cried, not caring whether any passersby heard her wails. She longed for her Amity to suddenly appear and join her with the music of news for her own safety and innocence in the eyes of the village. But she knew that in truth, the implication of being a witch was as good as a death sentence as soon as the word was uttered. And it was made all the worse that she had seen with her own eyes, the humiliation and torture that those four suitors had delivered upon her beloved. With a heart tearing in two and a mind following suit, Selah disrobed herself and, with a tear-streaked face, turned her head toward the hay hatch to watch the source of the moonlight streaming through. She clasped her hands together and got to her knees, feeling more pure in her nudity than she’d ever felt in her thick garments, and began a silent prayer that begged and pleaded to preserve Amity’s life while cursing the lives of the men whom had brought this devastation upon both women.
The very next day, Amity’s trial had passed in seconds. The Jury of twelve merely needed to hear the word “witch” and they all fell into an air of worry and fear, immediately passing their verdict before all of the evidence could even be discussed. Selah did not appear until the execution stage was being set up, though once she had spotted the love of her life, the distressed women could not keep their eyes off of each other. Amity’s eyes were filled with pure terror, as though she had been robbed of every sense and ability except for sight. She could not move, she could not speak, and everything was said and done so quickly that she could hardly hear it all. Brought before the Church, the entire population of Granville had to stand between the trees as they watched Amity be brought up by the Clergyman and executioner to the wooden stage.
Selah had an up close view of everything, as she had been requested by her Father to join him on the stage as he gave a final prayer for Amity’s passing. It was supposed to be some kind of public display of the village’s unity or some damnation like that; the girl cared not for such nonsense any more. Her lovely Amity was about to be executed, for the crimes of horny young men, no less. In one fell swoop, the daughter of a Clergyman found herself running low on faith. Even if this were some divine punishment for their joint homosexuality, then why was the more justified among the couple being punished and not the one whom should have always been the more focused on holy purity? And why were the men whom had lusted after her until she suffered pain and embarrassment not being punished at all?
Finding this lack of justice very, very disturbing, the young woman started to look for some way to fix this tragedy herself. As her Father took his place next to his daughter, Selah spied the ornamental knife sheath attached to his belt. Everybody had some kind of self-defense weaponry just in case of wild animals or a Native attack. His just happened to be a fancy and capable knife. As the Clergyman began reading out some passages of his personal bible on forgiveness of those who have sinned and submitting to the will of the Lord and Savior, Selah began to understand the full hypocrisy of this strange man standing next to her. He may still be her Father, but a man who could cast away the life of an innocent woman so very easily for something she didn’t do, and then speak to a crowd about forgiveness- she realized that she wanted nothing to do with such a man. Slowly and with a stealthy grace, she removed the knife from her Father’s sheath, and backed away.
Hiding the knife behind her back, even the executioner would not be able to see the cutting tool as he was waiting at the lever for the Clergyman’s signal. If anybody had noticed her suspicious behavior in backing away from her Father, they did not speak out against it. It gave her enough room to get to Amity’s pedestal. She gave her a glance, both seeming to share thoughts and confidence and fear just through eye contact alone, but they remained silent. Through a miracle of miracles, Selah was allowed to hop down to the back of the hangman’s post with nobody making a sound about what they must have seen. Perhaps there was a general assumption that as the Clergyman’s daughter, she had been asked to check the integrity of the rope. And check it she did, as she began using her Father’s own knife to cut that rope from the knot. With that, the noose around her beloved’s neck was as threatening as a necklace.
Just in time, as the Executioner pulled the lever just as the rope snapped under the blade. The wooden platform opened underneath Amity’s feet, and instead of dropping her into the lethal care of the noose around her neck, it dropped her foot-first into the dirt that kept the stage connected to the ground.
Selah, as the only person who knew what had happened at the end of all motion, quickly bidden that Amity run for her life. She did so, stepping back onto the stage and breaking into a sprint with her savior directly behind her before anybody witness to this absurd resolution could come to understand that their prisoner had escaped. They made it as far as the corner of the Church’s front side before Selah heard the booming, enraged voice of her Father shout out in defiance, demanding the capture of both women. She could tell by the finality of his tone that, within seconds, he had come to terms with the concept of disowning her as his daughter.
Both young women ran as fast as their legs and oversized dresses would allow, lifting them up to make more room for their legs to gain greater strides. They seemingly flew in their haste, passing through the wall of trees surrounding the Church and onto the dirt path that led toward their secret rendezvous site, the barn. However, Selah had no plan to simply stay there and wait, for the rampaging and fear-sickened mob behind their pair had kept pace and remained unshakeable. It would be impossible to simply run in and hide, for they would see and corner them. No, they headed there now only out of coincidence and a split second decision to keep running in a single direction. In the minute that it took to get there, stress and despair had played their tricks on both women, making it feel like an hour’s sprint. Amity and Selah both ran around the structure, heading straight into the more heavily-wooded area beyond. They weaved around trees, blew through the brush and kept their balance as they went up and down the variety of grade, doing all they needed to do in order to stay alive as their own friends and family seeked to take their very lives.
Even with their numbers, the religious and fear-driven fervor of the Granville lynch mob allowed them to keep pace every step of the way. Despite the will and bravery of both women, the chase came to an abrupt and sudden halt when Amity’s foot caught on a tree root hidden under the thicket that she was trying to step over. Selah turned around to help her back up, reaching out a hand to try to continue their desperate escape, but when Amity tried to reach back and grab it, the slightly older woman suddenly thrust herself down next to her. When the younger opened her mouth to question it, Selah held her finger to her lips in a silent ‘shush’ motion. This compelled Amity to be a bit more aware of their situation. The bodies of both women had managed to fall deep into the thicket, a large bundle of twigs and leaves and vines camouflaging them even though the thorns ripped at their thick clothing. The sound of feet stamping the ground in a herd, a large group moving through the forest, could be heard. From two different directions.
As the two women spied from out of the thicket, through the leaves and branches they could see both coming groups, the townspeople of Granville and a roving band of Natives. Both of them recognized from the markings upon the skimpy and revealing- at least, to their own standards- clothing of the savages approaching that they were Mohegan, one of only a few tribes in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Within seconds, both groups had stumbled upon each other. The Natives, having been conducting raids on villages and destroying things that the puritan settlers had been building for decades, could only have sent this group so close to Granville to seek a fight. They were prepared, unlike the villagers whom had only come with a handful of weapons if any. Despite this, the Clergyman continued to lead them all forward. Convinced that numbers and God were on their side, he shouted out “THE LORD BE WITH US!” using the religious fervor that they had used to keep up in their chase with the so-called witches. They closed the distance as Native archers drew their arrows.
Selah watched her Father reach for his ornate knife, which she had taken to save Amity. When he drew his hand back and found it empty, his warlord sprint into the fray stopped short, and on his face he showed the most distraught expression that she had ever seen him wear before the other villagers charged ahead and blocked her view. The twang and whistle of bow and arrow filled their ears, seemingly deafening the cries of the villagers as they got half-way to the Natives. Many of those pushing forth suddenly found lengths of wood protruding from their chests and necks, toppling them over only for their dead or dying bodies to be trampled by those whom immediately followed. Selah drew her Father’s knife and held it in her hand, looking down upon it rather than watching more people fall. A tear was shed onto it, but just as her Father had come to terms with losing her, she was able to come to terms with what she was witnessing now. If she were given the choice to change any of this… she would still do it all over again to keep Amity.
The younger of the couple kept her eyes up. Another round of arrows flew out from the Native archers, striking and killing another line of villagers. As those behind them again trampled over the fallen, she noticed a particular body come to rest, mangled with broken bones and a twisted and arrow-pierced neck. It was one of the suitors whom had harassed her yesterday. She had to resist the urge to pop out of the thicket and go over to spit on his corpse. Such a move would certainly be their death, so Amity kept her temper in check as the villagers collectively came into striking distance of the Natives. As soon as they did, the dark-skinned savages drew tomahawks and spears, taking on the people of Granville whom were mostly armed with short knives and pointy sticks thanks to their expectation of a public execution before returning home to their muskets. The Natives experienced absolutely no difficulty in countering the knives and fists with their bigger, longer weapons.
The entire engagement lasted a withheld handful of minutes. By the end of it, every man who had given chase to the women was dead, save one whom the Natives had surrounded. The Clergyman, he had failed to join the men whom he had rallied once he realized that his weapon had been stolen by his own daughter. He was the only one not to charge. While every other villager was killed in the fight, the Natives merely had to nurse a few wounds. They appeared to be deliberating what to do with him when the elder man began speaking a prayer. Selah watched, unable to hear her Father’s final words, until two of his captors closed in. One of them drew a tomahawk and raised it high, and Selah closed her eyes before she heard the wet ‘thwack!’ of stone cutting through skull. When she opened her eyes again, her Father had already disappeared among the many bodies.
It would only be around ten minutes later that the women would be allowed to move again, the Natives taking as they pleased and then moving on. To where, neither could guess. Once all was still and silent and no living soul could be seen beyond the thicket and trees, they slowly rose and began pulling themselves out of the mess of leaves. Both women kept their eyes and ears open, watching closely for any movement that might have represented a threat. Just as their kept their caution, they also kept their curiosity, checking the bodies of their once-fellow villagers. Amity recognized, in turn, one after another the faces of the men whom had tried to doom her. The four whom had pestered her and prevented her from getting away even just for one damned minute of privacy, just to relieve her most natural of needs. Her face flushed as she remembered the heat filling her pantaloons, her desperate move to save the exterior of her dress to hide her mistake from the eyes of anybody that would see the front of it. She remembered the sting of hypocrisy that those same men delivered upon her by calling her a witch specifically because they could not allow her just a mere moment to pass water. In an outburst, she relieved a different kind of urge by spitting upon the cold, lifeless face of each of them in turn.
Selah looked down as she passed another corpse, one with a large seam in the head, starting between the eyes and ending somewhere within the scalp. It was her Father, the Clergyman. She stopped in her tracks, staring down at him. She wasn’t sure if she was glaring with contempt or gazing down with acceptance. In the end, did it really matter? She and Amity were both alive, despite his attempts to hunt them down. She remembered, just before this massacre began by his own command, the look upon his face as he realized she’d taken his knife. The despair, no, the betrayal that he had felt. She knew that it was unlike anything she had ever felt and, if she were lucky, would never feel. As much as she wondered now that she may have gone too far, she would even so do it again. Amity came first, no matter what. Even the Lord himself could not change that. His eyes were still open. After a moment’s thought, she kneeled down and placed her hand over her Father’s widened eyes, gently closing the tired lids of a dead old man. As she silently prayed for the Clergyman’s immortal soul, a thought came to her. She considered returning the knife to its sheath, leaving it with its rightful owner, but something nagged at the back of her mind. She felt that she would need it later, and so held on to it.
Both women finished giving what “respects” that they were willing to give. Amity started heading back toward the village, expecting her beloved Selah to follow close behind, but instead the latter grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
“Amity, we can’t go back that way. The other women of the village will see us returning after ourselves and their husbands ran into the forest. With the men dead as they are now, those women and their children and anyone else whom didn’t follow us will seek vengeance against us, already believing us both to be Witches.”
Amity’s face went through multiple phases of expression, starting with shock. Annoyance. Protest. Defiance. Realization. Defeat. And finally, understanding. She nodded solemnly a few seconds after her better half finished her explanation. Both of them would need to head in the opposite direction, leaving Granville forever. Assuming that the village would survive that long without the hard labor that the men provided. With neither supplies nor shelter, they left the one-sided battlefield behind and began travelling east by foot.
It took hours of constant walking before the pair even broke the tree line and happened upon a clearing, but it meant nothing more than a few minutes of direct sunlight as the forest resumed about fifty meters away. It was shortly after this break in the trees that they found anything truly interesting. The dirt and rock of the forest floor broke and split open to a fast-running creek, fresh water flowing through the stone-pecked riverbed barely fit to carry a fish through. The women both rushed forward and leaned down to scoop the water out with their bare hands. Bringing handfuls of water to their lips, the pair took their fill until their incredible thirst was slaked. Throats sore from drought became refreshed, even as the scratch remained, a result of their dry stretching being repaired. The younger woman pulled herself away soon after, leaving the elder to look up at her as she continued filling her mouth. Surely she must still be thirsty; they had been walking for most of the day! Her muscles gave a fiercer ache than anything her Father had delivered upon her in childhood, they demanded more. So why had Amity stopped drinking?
Selah felt it before she’d thought of it, a buildup of pressure just above her loins. In the stress of the past twenty-four hours, she had failed to notice the pressing signals that her body had been giving her. Given that Amity had been closely watched either by the Jailor, or the Clergyman, or the Jury or even her beloved ever since holding her water to the point that her bladder had failed by over-effort, it was no wonder that she resisted the urge to drink.
“Amity… are you… okay?”
“Hm? Yes, I am. Why do you ask?”
“It’s just… you haven’t, er… You haven’t passed water, since yesterday. Have you?”
“Oh, I- Um… what does it matter, Selah?”
“Ams, please be wise. You’ve suffered an ordeal yesterday. Your body can’t take what you went through too often. If you need to relieve yourself, you should do so immediately.”
“I… I suppose… that you are correct.” Amity shifted from foot to foot, letting her defenses down and showing her need physically. She started undoing the ties that held the dress close to her waist and kept it from becoming loose. Selah decided to join her, the full weight of her own need making itself known once she had realized her stress kept it hidden. By the time Selah had gotten herself down to her undergarments, Amity had bare herself from below the waist and appeared to be straining. Selah realized that the last thing either should be doing in such a position was straining; they should have been more relaxed than anything else. Locking up, she watched her beloved’s nethers, a spot that both women had mutually enjoyed and understood as well and as intimately as their own faces. At the end of a minute, nothing had emerged.
“Amity, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you… passing?”
“I… I don’t know. I know that this is nothing you’ve never seen, and I’ve done this out in the forest all my life, but my body… it simply refuses to let go.”
“Here, lift up and allow me to see.” Selah spoke those words just as she had slipped her pantaloons down to her ankles. She stood back up, letting the dress cover up everything that she had exposed below the waist, and approached her beloved, holding nothing but the purest of intentions for the health of the one she cared for most. Amity obliged and bunched as much of her dress as she could lift up around her breasts. The red-headed woman watched from above the hem as the lovely brunette got an eyeful of every inch below her midriff.
“Oh… oh dear.” The slightly distressed voice caused Amity to panic slightly.
“W-what? What is it!?”
“Your… your stomach, it looks… bloated.”
“B-Bloated? What do you mean, how?”
“I… I just, I don’t know! I’ve never seen something like this before.” And it was true, in a completely puritan society, a lady would normally never allow themselves to get to a point where they were absolutely bursting for a pee, and the sight of a desperate lady showing their overfilled body was all but impossible.
“Amity, I think it’s your… water. You just have to relax and pass it normally.”
“I… I can’t. It won’t come out, I’m trying.” Through an epiphany that she couldn’t explain, Selah somehow knew why. It had to have been the humiliation that those damned suitors had put her through, all the death she had just witnessed hours ago, or a combination of everything that had been accosted on her since she’d last gone. Surely, the stress on her body had grown to an extreme and became so deep that each of her muscles refused to relax. Remembering how she felt each time the pair spent the evening together, how she had to desperately fight the onset of sleep for what could have been an hour between their glorious finish and getting up to dress and part from each other for the good of their secret, Selah realized the key to making Amity relax. And so, with the mindset focused on perversion for the good of her lover, she approached the young red-head.
“Amity, try to relax and let me work.” She crouched down next to the desperate girl who quickly looked on in confusion. She opened her mouth to respond and question the motives of the older maiden, but was interrupted as a hand flew down to cover her mound. Amity made a sound of surprise and fell backwards, not at all expecting Selah’s erotic mood. Landing upon her back and the dress and pantaloons that she had placed behind her, she groaned slightly from both the shock and the sloshing pain within her bladder. Before she could recover, she found her beloved crawling on her hands and knees into position over her body. Propped up on all fours, the young Clergywoman took on the look of something less Puritan and far more lewd, her dress hanging off her hips and draped over her rear end so as to expose both of their bodies to the open air.
At first, Amity showed resistance to the sudden onset of her lovers’ lust-filled advance, not wanting to accept what was about to happen in broad daylight. Her mind had still locked in place the idea that their activities needed to remain in secret, at night, under a roof that was sure to never be visited. But that was when she realized, she had tricked herself without notice into thinking that there was still a secret to be held. They had left town for good, they couldn’t return. Even if someone saw them out here, it could not result in making things worse. And of the handful of people that had seen her sully herself last eve, only one had survived to see her now. She had seen the bodies herself; there was nobody left to judge her and the one who was still alive never would. She practically melted into Selah’s probing hand as she came to terms with the fact that their previous lives were over and done.
Selah watched from above the cute face of her lover at first harden, resisting her advance, then slowly soften as she gave in. Once all of the tension in that beautiful Irish-born face vanished, the hand that she had buried between her shapely thighs suddenly exploded in warmth. The feeling came first, but the sound came in the same second- a sharp hiss that emanated from below. Surprised, the brunette pulled her hand away and changed her gaze from the girl below her up to her soaking hand. It dripped and shimmered as though she had just dipped it into the creek, but the slight coloration and scent betrayed its true nature. Amity had just peed on her fingers. Looking back down, she found Amity with eyes shut tight and visibly fighting back tears as her urethra clenched back up in direct response to the realization of what had happened. The elder of the two, feeling neither contempt nor pity for the younger, simply smiled and leaned down to kiss the desperate girl.
When their lips connected, the tears threatening to streak down Amity’s face declared an immediate surrender, receding back into her tear ducts or being blinked away. She felt her body beginning that same process of surrender as her subconscious mind finally decided that she was safe to do what she needed to do. Her body began trembling ever so slightly, the show of a shift in her physiology that Selah felt through her lips. Amity’s body tensed from head to toe, only as a final step before her body began its most desperately needed function. Her mouth opened fully, pushing Selah’s lips away and prompting her to pull back, in a massive sigh of true and complete relief as her waters began flooding out, producing a hiss that would have been deafening had they not both accepted this outcome. Selah leaned up, getting to her knees to watch as a thick stream gushed out from the delicate cleft of the maiden’s nethers. By the grace of the Lord, she had somehow been given the impossible possibility to watch a woman pass water, a right that to her knowledge no man, husband or otherwise, had ever carried. Just that fact alone made her feel strangely giddy.
As she watched the deluge of pent-up urine flow from the slit of the woman she cared for above all else, Selah remembered the previous evening that she had spent alone. She remembered most of all the purity and clarity that she’d felt after shedding every scrap of cloth that she’d worn. Wanting that feeling above all else at this moment, she reached down and drew her dress upward, pulling the hem above her head and revealing her own body to Amity’s gaze, had she happened to look during the stupor of her incredible relief. She pulled it up and began pushing it off, hoping to get her outfit removed entirely in one motion. Just as planned, friction drew her shirt off of her torso along with the dress, and so she was able to remove everything. In a fluid move, she kneeled sans dress, sans undershirt, sans pantaloons before her lover, absolutely bare for the sun to shine down upon for the first time in her life.
When she looked down at Amity again, she had her arms and legs splayed pointlessly outward from her center, eyes pointed upward and mouth hanging open, panting as though she’d just run the length between Granville and Boston, to and back again without stopping. The dirt between her spread legs had turned to mud already, yet she had not stopped nor slowed down her long-overdue piss, still going strong enough to create a short but thick arch. Indeed, she must have been truly suffering, even though the discipline of their Puritan heritage kept her from displaying her need until Selah pointed out that she need not hide it. Even though Amity’s dress was still being worn and the hem was in danger of getting stained, the stream arched clear over it and left it entirely dry. Watching the display made Selah’s crotch dampen with another kind of fluid- one that, as she’d discovered in the time spent with Amity, equaled a heightened desire for sex- although the scene also reminded her that she too would need to pass water soon, as she had not done so since shortly before the escape from Granville. Still, seeing the awe-inspiring infinite fountain emerging below would surely put her need to utter shame.
Eventually, after what felt like a certain eternity, Amity’s bladder had finally diminished, allowing her arch of gold to become short and thin before dribbling down her naked slit and marking the back of her dress with a pale yellow stain. Even with her body fully emptied and satisfied, she remained in the same position, panting and unmoving until Selah deliberately grabbed her attention.
“Oh, Ams?” She’d said in a sing-song voice. It was enough to make the tired young woman crane her neck up and open her eyes again. And the sight she was gifted with was enough to take her breath away even as she panted for more air. Not only was Selah naked as the day she was born, but she had taken it a step further by taking a finger of each hand to each side of her labia, and parted them. Without the dim night time moonlight, it was easy to see the soft pink interior of her vagina, and it was only a foot or two away from her face. Before she could say anything however, that same icon of what made her woman truly a woman began leaking a clear fluid in spurts. Amity almost questioned the odd liquid until it emerged at a faster, steady pace. Just as she had a moment ago, Selah was relieving herself right before her very eyes.
It was almost surreal to, not only watch someone pass their water right in front of her, but to do so out of sheer desire rather than absolute necessity- the sight that she had given to Selah just seconds ago. The image captivated the red-head, wondering if this was the same glorious, seemingly holy image that she had given to her beloved just now. Emerging with a hiss that paled in comparison to her own, Amity knew that she’d had no dire need to do this; it was purely a want to please her. That thought alone, that Selah was willing to break any taboo just to make her feel better, made her mouth go dry again. As she watched, she slowly started undoing all that was left of her own dress. It came off easily enough, leaving her in her undershirt which she pulled over her head as swiftly as she could without breaking her neck. Joining her in her jovial nudity, Amity tossed all of her clothing aside with no consideration for where it went or if she would be getting it back later. She was far too entranced to plan for what comes later. Right now, there was a naked woman before her that required, nay, deserved her touch.
Edited November 24, 2016 by Bachri
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A/N: Wrote this for a few friends of mine. This is just the first chapter, but the second chapter involves less desperation and more watersports and blowjobs, so I'm not posting it here, though it exists in its entirety on AO3. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8616913
Frate shifts in his seat. He clenches a fist under the table. He inhales. He exhales. He stares down and he bites the inside of his cheek. Above all, he tries not to let on, even though, of course, Ronaldo already knows.
~X~
“But why do you want me to...” He trails off, feeling odd even finishing his sentence.
“What does it matter why I want you to?” Ronaldo asks. “I asked you to, and you asked what you could do for me, right?”
Frate stares at his lap and nods, unsure of what else to say. He can't say no, despite how very unsure he is, but he can't understand this. All he can do is nod and agree to go along with it.
“Any real man could do something like this, you know? Don't you want to impress me?” Ronaldo always says things like this to get Frate to do whatever he wants, and even though he knows that he's probably being tricked into most of those things, he would never dream of saying no. Not to Ronaldo, and not when he's finally got somebody looking at him, telling him that he can do something to impress him.
“Just one day,” he says. “Just make it through the whole day, and at the end of the day, I'll reward you. How does that sound?”
And so he agrees, thinking that it can't be as bad as he's making it out to be. He doesn't think to question the day Ronaldo chose for him, or the fact that he's going to have to sit through a meeting with his family, all the while pretending that there's nothing going on.
~X~
If he catches Ronaldo's eye, the older man gives him the slightest hint of a smirk and he squirms, looking down. He's doing all he can to conceal his problem, but it's been a long day, and, as per Ronaldo's orders, he hasn't visited the bathroom even once since finishing his morning routine. Frate's bladder is so full that it hurts, and he can barely sit still.
At first, it wasn't so bad. He rose in the morning, relieved himself once, and not long after that, Ronaldo arrived to keep an eye on him. He's tried to keep his liquid intake to a minimum, but Ronaldo insisted a few times and he's had enough that, by now, it's really starting to hurt him. Frate hasn't been in a position where he's been forced to hold it for this long in a very long time, and even though he wants to be able to trust himself to make it for the rest of the day, he has to make it through this meeting before he can retreat to his room with Ronaldo, and he isn't sure what's going to come after that.
He clenches his fists in his lap, digging his nails into his palms to try and distract himself from the throbbing in his lower abdomen, but he's past the point of distraction. Rocking back and forth slightly, he jiggles one of his knees, hoping, praying that he isn't doing anything too obvious. Of course, Ronaldo is very aware of his every movement, and when he notices this, he lets out a soft, low chuckle.
“Is something funny?” asks Ganzo, irritated at having been interrupted.
“Nothing, nothing,” he replies, waving a hand and wearing a knowing grin. He's met with a few scowls, while Frate stares down, blinking back tears. It hurts, and there's nothing he can do about it, and if he fails now, Ronaldo...everyone will know it. He'll be humiliated in front of everyone, and why, why, why does that excite a part of him? When did he become so fucked up that he would start to enjoy something like this?
Ganzo mutters something about respect and Ronaldo laughs a little harder, and things proceed as if nothing happened while Frate fights against his own body. Every time someone brings up another point, every time a conversation drags on into an argument, he wants to cry, and he wants to beg them to wrap this up, but he doesn't. All he does is bite his cheek harder, hard enough to draw blood, and curl his toes in his shoes, and his breathing grows so heavy that he's sure someone must be able to hear it.
“Frate,” his father says, and he feels his blood grow cold. Of all the people to notice his behavior! “You don't look like you're feeling well. Is something wrong?”
“N-no,” he mutters.
“I'm not so sure,” Vincent replies. “If you're not feeling well, you can be excused. You should worry more about your health, you know. Especially while you're young, when it counts.”
He wants to argue, to prove that he's fine and can sit through the rest of the meeting, but when he thinks about the possibility of not being able to make it through the rest of the meeting, he knows that he has to take the opportunity he's been given. Nodding, he mumbles his thanks and excuses himself, struggling to walk and continue to conceal his growing desperation. Each step pains him and he's afraid that he's taking this too slowly, that everyone will know just by looking at him, but he makes it out the door without another word said to him and is able to walk to his room at a pace that isn't exactly comfortable, but is much easier on him.
The wait from that point on is, in a way, less torturous simply because there is no one watching him and he's free to squirm and grab between his legs as much as he wants, but in a way, it only gets worse from there, because he is soon past the point where those things can help at all. Soon, he is is so much pain and is so short of breath that he wishes he had locked his door. If anyone else were to come in...
He flinches when his doorknob turns later, but he is fortunate enough that it is only Ronaldo, who takes one look at him and laughs. “You almost slipped up, you know? Getting sent away from that meeting like that...but you're still holding on in here, and I'm proud of that.”
At his words, Frate brightens even as he trembles on the edge of losing control, and he asks, “Is it over yet? Can I...?”
Closing the distance between them, his grin grows and grows. “Frate...it's not over until I say so. You know that.” He drags Frate with him, jostling him uncomfortably, and he sits down, pulling the young man onto his lap where he squirms and struggles and tries to get up. It's too much for him, and he's sitting on his lap, so he knows that he has to keep waiting, but it hurts so much, and he doesn't think he can.
“You've done a good job,” Ronaldo murmurs, low in his ear. “You've proven yourself, you know that? But...” He rests a hand on Frate's stomach to feel how swollen he is. “But I'm not going to let you up.”
Frate makes to protest but his voice is caught in his throat and he's blinking back tears again, and he doesn't want to do this, but he really wants to do this, and he doesn't have a choice either way because he's reached his very limit with Ronaldo pressing on him like that. All he can do is let out one broken whimper before it's over, and his body betrays him, the hot liquid spurting out of him at first before turning to a steady stream, gushing and darkening his own pants before soaking through into the lap of the man holding him.
His breath comes out in short, shuddering gasps as he empties, and even when it's all over, there's still a dull ache remaining, and neither of them say a word. His face is red with shame, but already there are other feelings swelling up to mingle with that shame, and he doesn't know what to make of all of this. |
Yuri pressed his thighs together firmly and chewed his lip. His seat-belt was pressing tightly against waist. Yuri balled the fabric of his jeans in his hands before glancing over at his coach. He hoped the other man hadn't yet noticed his predicament but with his constant fidgeting, he wouldn't be surprised.
Viktor's eyes were half closed and staring blankly out the window. The sky had just fallen dark and the city lights were twinkling like stars.
Part of Yuri wished the quiet atmosphere would lull Viktor to sleep. He pictured Viktor's head falling gently against the window and his perfect hair getting messy when his bangs pressed against the cold glass. His desire doubled when the older man's eyes pulled away from the glittering cityscape, to look at him.
"You know, I used to hate traveling as a kid." Viktor remarked softly.
Yuri smiled a little at that. He still hated traveling. Partially, because he was restless in general and right now because of the pressure in his lower belly.
"I started enjoying it wherever I learned to relax and just take things slow." Viktor stretched his arms upward and arched his back.
Yuri, despite his discomfort, was curious. His eyes drank in the sight before him as Viktor's muscles pulled slowly and as a quiet, breathy, moan escaped the older man's lips . He thought Viktor had always been rather laid back. Picturing him as anything but relaxed, stern, excited, or sexy was unusually difficult.
"Did I ever tell you about the time I fainted?"
Yuri frowned, forgetting his problem for a moment. "No, I don't think you did."
"It was really early in my career. I had just taken on my last coach and he had worked with such a large number of Olympic skaters I thought I had to dedicate all I had to the sport in order to be good enough for him. I didn't eat so I could drop weight, slept 6 hours at night, and spent all the rest of my time studying skating, or training."
Yuri bit his lip. He'd adopted similar habits whenever Viktor became his coach.
"My body couldn't take it after about two weeks of relentless work. One day I was doing some jumps on the ice, my vision had been on and off spotty for a few days, so I didn't take the warning signs seriously before I feinted."
Yuri felt suprised this never got news coverage.
Viktor looked at Yuri sadly, "In the hospital my coach talked the whole thing over with me and got me to work on some relaxation exercises. I learned my lesson and have been much more laid back ever since."
Viktor pulled Yuri closer and ran his fingers through his the young skaters hair. Electricity sparked through Yuri's spine. He squirmed, partially from his problem and partially because of Viktor's touch.
"I always want you to be honest with me Yuri."
Viktor's warm breath tickled the younger man's ear.
Yuri swallowed. All his nerves were lit up in an instant, startled awake by Viktor's proximity.
"Tell me Yuri, what has you so tense?" Viktor nuzzled his face into Yuri's bare neck and trailed his fingers across the young man's right thigh. Slowly moving to touch the inside of the limb.
Yuri could hear his heart beating in his ears and he could feel the blood moving.. elsewhere.. quickly. All of this touching very quickly becoming a problem.
"Viktor, I need to.." Yuri's voice was breathy and unsteady. He couldn't just say that could he?
"Tell me Yuri." Viktor purred.
Yuri choked a little. "I have to go.."
Viktor's nuzzling slowed. "What do you mean?"
Yuri groaned. How'd he mess this up? Viktor was all over him! His eyes teared up. His need was almost starting to hurt. "I mean.."
Viktor pulled away slightly, looking Yuri over with concern. His hand was still resting between Yuri's thighs.
Yuri felt a few warm drops leak out and his eyes widened in panic. "How far til we get to the hotel?" His voice was trembling.
Viktor's eye's drifted to Yuri's pants quickly realizing the problem. He'd felt the leak. "About 10 minutes I think. Can you wait?"
Yuri grimaced. "I'm not sure." Yuri pressed both his hands beetween his legs and squirmed in an attempt to maintain control. There wasn't much point in being discrete now.
Viktor watched with rapt attention. He'd never seen Yuri quite like this before. Weirdly enough, he almost felt enticed by the desperate squirming. Yuri was touching himself so needily, it was alluring.
This went on for a few minutes before Yuri started whimpering softly.
Viktor bit his lip uncertainly before moving his hand to massage Yuri gently through the fabric of his light blue jeans. "Let me help."
Yuri felt like dying. Viktor, his idol, was all over him. Why did he have to pee now of all times? Why wasn't Viktor disgusted?
"We're almost there Yuri. Just a little longer. You can wait for me right?"
Yuri felt tears start to form in his eyes. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Viktor's hand rubbed slowly, putting pressure in all the right places. Yuri's breath shuddered when he realized what the other man was trying to do.
Viktor's cheeks were flushed a slight pink. Was he turned on?
"You can't go if you're hard right?" Viktor undid the button on Yuri's jeans trying to ease the pressure. Viktor frowned when he felt just how full Yuri was.
Yuri looked away from Viktor and swallowed. "Well yeah, but if I cum.."
Viktor nodded and looked at his phone. "Only a few minutes now Yuri. I don't want to freak you out but there are going to be paparazzi when we get there. You have to hold it."
Yuri's lip trembled. "I haven't gone since we left home."
Viktor grimaced when he saw the wet spot on Yuri's pants widen slightly. He looked around the car hoping he could find something for Yuri to pee into. He came up shorthanded. "Calm down Yuri, it'll be ok. Look at me. You own your body, not the other way around."
Yuri nodded, took a few breaths and forced his upper body to relax. He remembered Viktor telling him that in training before too. Viktor smiled sadly and went back to massaging Yuri through his pants.
They pulled up to the hotel entrance a few moments later. He looked out the window and swore softly. There were a lot of people outside. They weren't even organized. The body gaurds were late too. There was nothing for it.
Viktor turned and kissed Yuri passionately. Yuri stiffened at the kiss. Viktor pulled away after a moment and looked down at the younger skaters pants. He could see the boner. "Put your hands in your pockets. Stay behind me and don't look at anyone. You're going to make it."
Viktor pushed open the door and pulled Yuri out behind him. He felt the younger's hand on his shoulder and felt his heart clench. Yuri was having trouble walking. Viktor moved his way through the crowd expertly, only stopping briefly to check on Yuri behind him.
Once they got through the crowd Viktor turned to look at Yuri directly. "We're on the top floor. Pretend to be sleepy so I can carry you."
Yuri's legs were shaking badly. "Do I have another option?"
Viktor shook his head. He glanced through the window at the cameras outside. "The media will eat this up. Your other option is to piss yourself trying to walk to the elevator."
Yuri groaned softly but wrapped his arms snugly around Viktor's neck. He kept his thighs together tightly and rested his head on the taller man's shoulder. He felt a hand supporting his butt and another wrap around his upper back. Before they started moving. "Viktor?" His voice was quiet and scared.
Viktor looked down at the man in his arms. They were standing in front of the elevator now.
Yuri squirmed slightly. "I'm leaking.."
Viktor looked back into the hallway and was relieved to find the hotel staff holding back the photographers.
"Hold it just a minute longer, we're almost to the room." Viktor was starting to feel really concerned. What if Yuri hurt himself trying to hold it? They were beyond the cameras now, maybe he should just go..
Viktor stepped into the elevator as soon as it opened and pressed the close door button repeatedly until it closed.
Yuri felt a long spurt escape and he gasped, "Put me down.."
Viktor kissed Yuri once more in an attempt to quiet the younger male. It worked briefly. They had to get to the room. He couldn't risk Yuri being seen like this. The elevator doors opened and Viktor rushed out to their room.
Yuri was shaking in his arms, as he slid the key card into the door. He sighed in relief when the light went green. Viktor opened the door quickly and shut it behind him in a desperate attempt to hide his pupil.
Yuri was crying openly now. Viktor was scared. "Stop trying to hold it! No one can see you now. You're going to hurt yourself."
Yuri whimpered as Viktor set him down. "I can't make it..."
Viktor started to feel panic creep into the back of his mind. "I don't care! Please just go!"
Viktor watched as Yuri kept losing small spurts. His legs were tightly crossed and both hands were pressed between his thighs. "I cant hold it!"
Viktor growled softly at Yuri's determination. He took the younger boys wrists and pinned them against the door and wedged his knee between the skater's legs. He kissed Yuri again, and smiled against his mouth as he felt him let go completely at the action. His accident was splattered densely against the carpet.
Viktor kissed first, but Yuri quickly responded with vigor. The relief of finally letting go overwhelmed his body and hormones surged through him in response. He leaned into the kiss to stay upright, no longer trusting his legs to support him. It was embarrassing, but it felt to good to stop.
Viktor ran a hand through Yuri's hair and pressed himself into Yuri further hoping to put a little pressure on the younger's still swollen bladder.
Yuri gasped at the pressure and moaned quietly as more hot piss flooded his underwear. He whimpered quietly at the loud hissing, and the splattering sounds he was producing.
Yuri felt himself blush. "I.. I don't think I can stop." Yuri stuttered.
"Just let me know when you're finished. There is nothing to be ashamed of Yuri." Viktor kept murmuring encouragements into the younger males ear and putting pressure against Yuri's bladder. After a minute the younger male finally stopped fighting and relaxed into Viktor's strong arms.
By the time Yuri's stream finally tapered off, both men were breathing heavily exhausted from the experience. Yuri felt an odd mix of closeness embarrassment, and relief. Viktor was surprised to find he was a little turned on and greatly relieved as well.
Viktor ruffled Yuri's hair. "Let's get cleaned up." |
The beginning of their trip is tense, and quiet. Nero is still in mourning, and unsure of what to think of his companion, though his distrust fades the longer they are alone together. This Avilio fellow was one of the last people to see Vanno alive, and even though he did what he could to help avenge him, that didn't completely absolve him of suspicion. However, he's had more than enough chances to hurt Nero, and he hasn't, and what's more, before the business with Vanno went down, he had been fond of Avilio, and Vanno had never hesitated to trust him.
Finally, he is starting to warm up to the other man again, and finally, he is starting to believe that he is someone deserving of that trust. However, that doesn't mean they're particularly close yet, or that he feels quite as comfortable around him as he might someone else. And so, he keeps some things to himself, namely the fact that they've been driving for hours without any sign of stopping, and he's really, really got to piss. It shouldn't be that big of a deal to ask the other man to stop, but he can't bring himself to, for whatever reason, and he keeps quiet.
He's sure that they'll reach the next town eventually, or at least reach a place where they can stop and stay, and then it'll all be fine. There's no need for him to call any attention to himself, and he stares out the window, trying to distract himself from the ache that's beginning in his lower stomach.
Of course, they're going at such a crawl that hardly any distance is covered for the amount of time that passes, and they haven't gone very far at all when Nero feels the dull ache starting to turn into what is more accurately described as a throb. He thinks about protesting their speed and insisting that Avilio pick it up, but when he remembers how disastrous that always turns out, he decides that it's for the best that they remain at their current speed, no matter how agonizing it is.
After all, it won't be much better for him to get jostled around so much.
He could always offer to drive himself, but it's getting bad enough that he thinks it might be too much of a distraction, and he isn't sure if he can focus on both the road and his bladder at the same time. Really, he isn't sure if he's being altogether too cautious about this or not, but damned if he's going to take any unnecessary risks, especially when the outcome will be humiliating no matter what.
Taking a deep breath, he clenches both of his fists, hoping that a different sort of pain will serve as a better distraction, and he's grateful that Avilio has kept his eyes trained on the road this whole time. At the very least, he doesn't have to deal with trying to explain himself, even though he still hasn't figured out why the hell he's decided to be shy about something now of all times.
And, just as he's thinking that, Avilio speaks. “Is something the matter?” It's as if his fate is laughing in his face, and Nero bites the inside of his cheek for a moment, holding back a swear.
“Huh?” he asks, forcing a casual-looking grin. “What d'ya mean?”
“You're tense. Is something going on?” There's a pause before he glances over for a split second. “Are we being followed?”
“Wh- no, no, nothing like that!” he quickly replies, before realizing that that makes it sound as if there is still something, and he curses himself. Why he doesn't just ask Avilio to pull over and be done with it, he doesn't know.
“If it's not that, then what is it?” Now, his eyes are trained on the road again, and his expression is impossible to read. It doesn't seem like he has any reason to suspect, but it's too hard to really tell.
“Nothing!” He chuckles and shakes his head. “I really don't know what you're going on about...” He keeps up his innocent act even as the throbbing grows worse and worse, and he continues to dig his own grave. By now, he's put up such an effort to pretend that nothing is wrong that it'll be obvious, should he admit to his problem, that he was trying to hide it. That is also embarrassing just on it's own, and he realizes that he's thinking in circles.
“Where do you think we should stop for the night?” asks Avilio after a tense moment. “Should we wait until we get to the next town, or will that be too much of a risk?”
“How far is it?”
“We should be able to reach it in an hour or so.”
At your speed or at a normal speed? he wants to ask, but he holds his tongue. If it really is at a normal speed, than Avilio definitely won't be able to get them there within the hour, and either way, Nero isn't sure if he can even wait another hour. He wonders what he should say, and he begins to jiggle his knees without even thinking about it.
“I don't know if it's worth it,” he finally says. “We might want to just pull off the road for tonight.”
“It isn't dark yet. We'll probably make it to town before the sun sets.”
Holding back a groan, he tries to think of how he can convince him that it's time for them to stop without drawing attention to his actual predicament, but it's getting so bad that he can't think clearly, and time drags on without him saying a word. He squeezes his thighs together and goes back to staring out the window, wondering just how much longer he can go on like this.
The answer is, he knows, not long at all, and certainly not an hour. It's the first time in a very long time that he's been in such a desperate situation, and he'd like to think that he's grown up enough that this isn't a problem, but, unfortunately, that doesn't change the fact that his body is at its very limit, and he's on the verge of pissing him.
Finally, his voice breaking as he does so, he speaks up, knowing that he can't allow his pride, or shyness, or whatever the fuck this is, cause him to end up in a much more humiliating situation. “Pull over,” he says. “Please, just stop the car for a minute.”
Avilio breaks so suddenly that Nero, startled, feels a spurt escape him, and he's only just barely able to stop it. The other man makes to question him, but he doesn't even have time to try to answer, fumbling to get out of the car before it's too late. He throws open the door and stumbles out, the sudden movements causing him to leak again and again, but he tries to move forward.
Each step he takes is agony, and he's unable to get far enough away from the car. A hand drops instinctively between his legs, and his face burns as he becomes suddenly very aware that Avilio can still see everything that he's doing. He wonders if that's the cause of all his behavior; not a general shame, but a shame where Avilio is concerned, a desire to not look so weak and helpless in front of the other man. However, he doesn't really have the chance to think about that before he stops short, his legs trembling as his overfull bladder gives in.
Falling to his knees, Nero stares at the ground as he feels his bladder emptying, his pants quickly flooded and soaked through. The grass beneath him grows wet, a puddle forming as the liquid gushes out of him quicker than the ground can absorb it, and he shakes, not sure what to do now. Eventually, he'll have to stand and face Avilio, and eventually, what he's done will become very evident, if it isn't already.
However, he hears a voice from behind him call out, “I'm going for a walk. If there's anything you need to do, you can get it done before I get back.”
And with that, he's gone, and Nero knows that Avilio knows what he did, and knows that he's leaving to give him the privacy to attempt to clean himself up. They most likely won't talk about this ever again and will go on as if it never happened, but after meeting the worst possible outcome, Nero decides that he isn't ever going to allow himself to be shy over something like this again.
It is at this point when he really begins to notice the shift in their interactions, however. |
Megan smiled into her webcam, her left arm held over her naked breasts and her right hand covering her vagina. Countless messages flooded the chatbox on her page.
“put the arm down bby”
“show us you're pussy”
“i dont have tokens pls show boobs”
She fought hard not to sigh. It wouldn't be polite to the one or two people watching her cam who might eventually decide to pay her for her services. She glanced down to the timer on the bottom of the cam window; she had been streaming nonstop for nearly five hours. Not only was there nobody willing to pay up, but she really had to pee. She decided to treat her viewers before she turned off the webcam, and she dropped her left arm and leaned towards her laptop.
“Sorry guys,” she said softly, reaching up to twirl her long red hair. “I've been streaming for five hours, and I think I'm going to call it a night.”
A new message immediately popped up in the chatbox. “awww, why?”
She flicked her eyes down at it, then back to the camera. “Well I'm really tired, plus if I'm being completely honest, I kind of need to pee pretty badly. Goodnight, everyone.”
She reached for the mouse, stopping a centimeter away from the [X] on the top right of the window when she heard an unexpected chime.
User Desp-Dungeon has asked you for a private show with a donation of 1000 Tokens.
Megan's eyes went wide. Bloody hell, this guy just gave me a thousand dollars. After staring at the screen stunned for a moment, she shook herself back to reality. This was ten times more than she'd ever gotten from a single donation. It was a whole month's rent, and all she had to do was show a guy her privates for an hour, maybe masturbate a bit. I love camming. She immediately clicked [ACCEPT] and waited as the webpage loaded.
She noticed that her right hand was absentmindedly pressing hard into her crotch, and she removed it right before the page finished loading. Her bladder felt very full, but she didn't give a damn in the face of $1000. I'll be fine for an hour. If it gets too bad I'll ask him if I can go wee...might be the type to ask if he can watch, but that's fine. If he won't let me go to the toilet, I'll lean my tits into the cam so he can't see my bottom and secretly wee on the floor. I've almost been forced to do that before, never thought I'd be thankful for laminate flooring.
She refocused on the webcam, grinning widely. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, waving enthusiastically into the camera.
Her eyes moved to the chatbox as a message popped up. “I will donate another $1000 if you dial this phone number.” The number immediately followed.
Megan blinked. This was new. “If you'd like to speak personally, you can request a two-way cam,” she said into the camera. “I'm fine with it, I don't care if you've got your cock out.”
“No. Dial the number for another $1000, or end the session. If you don't want me to see your number, you can dial *67 before the number to call as Unknown.”
Megan furrowed her brow. “One moment,” she mumbled. She quickly tabbed into Google, checking if the *67 trick was true. It was. She switched back to the cam page. “Alright, I'm going to call. If this is something fishy, I'm going to end the session immediately, sod your money.”
“Of course,” said the chatbox.
She flipped around on her bed, exposing her rear to the camera as she reached to her nightstand for her mobile. Turning back around, she looked at the number and slowly dialed it before pressing send. Her bladder was throbbing now, but curiosity had the better of her. The phone didn't finish ringing even once before a woman's voice answered with a “Hello, Megan.” As she said it, the 1000 Token donation blipped on Megan's screen.
Megan snorted a short laugh. “Wow, I wasn't expecting a girl,” she said, losing her politeness for a moment.
“Is that a problem?” the voice responded.
“Oh, I apologize, not at all. I mean, I am straight, but I have no problem showing myself to anyone who pays. I'll do anything you like. Listen, I'm so sorry to ask this, but it's easier to ask another girl...I'm absolutely desperate for a wee right now, would you let me go to the toilet first? I won't take the time out of the session.”
“I heard you say you needed to pee in the public cam. That's why I opened the session.”
Megan grinned. “You'd like to watch, is that it? That's no problem. I'm sure it will be a good show for you if you're into that, I really need to go.”
“No,” said the woman. “I want you to hold it in. As long as you possibly can, until it forces its way out of your body against your will.”
Megan stared into the camera, her mind racing. “I've heard of this fetish, but I've never had it in my cam before. But...I don't know, it already hurts. Even if I tried, I wouldn't last very long at all. I wouldn't be giving you your money's worth.”
“You would be surprised at your capacity if you truly bring it to your limit. I will donate $100 for every minute you hold it in. But first, you must drink four cups of water. And bring your laptop with you, no sneaking to the bathroom off-camera.”
Megan's mouth fell open. Even if I only make it half an hour, that's three thousand dollars. My God...
“You're on,” Megan said. “I'll hold on as hard as I can.” She unplugged her laptop and got to her feet, groaning as the weight of her bursting bladder increased.
“You really do sound desperate,” the voice said. “I also notice your English accent, but your cam tag says you're in America. How long have you lived in the States?”
“Only six months,” Megan responded, struggling to walk straight with the pressure in her belly and the laptop in her arms. “Moved here for university. That's why I'm camming, to make money for it. Most young cam girls are doing it for the same reason.”
“Indeed,” the woman said as Megan entered the kitchen of her apartment. “Set the laptop down somewhere facing the sink, and get drinking.”
Megan set down the laptop on the counter and put her mobile on speaker. “Have you got a name?” Megan asked.
“You can call me Kay,” the woman said. “Drink.”
“Yes, yes, I'm on it,” Megan mumbled. She flipped open the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a large mug, then turned the tap on. The sound of the water overwhelmed her, and she bent over, forcing both hands between her legs and moaning loudly. “Oh, bloody hell,” she groaned.
“Don't wet yourself now,” Kay said. “You're already at three hundred dollars.”
“I thought the time began after I drank,” Megan panted. “Not that I'm complaining.”
“I decided to be nice,” Kay responded.
“Well, thank you, Kay. Oh wow, it's really hard to hold it with the water on.” She pulled her right hand out and grabbed the mug, filling it quickly. “I guess I'll get this over with fast.” She chugged the mug of water and filled it again, downing the second just as fast. She focused on holding herself as she drank the next two mugs over another three minutes before shutting off the tap. The laptop dinged, and she saw the $600 donation. “You must be incredibly wealthy,” Megan said. “You've got no idea how much you're helping me.”
“I am, and I do,” Kay said. “This is not the first time I've done this. Now that you're done drinking, would you like to return to your bed, or stay in the kitchen? You can go anywhere you like, as long as I can see you.”
Megan thought for a moment. “I think I'll stay here. I'm afraid I'll wet the bed if I sit back down on it.”
“Makes sense,” Kay said. “Plus, most women seem to find it easier to hold their pee while they're standing. Just make sure I can see your whole body and the floor you're on, I don't want you sinking below the camera and letting any out.”
“Anything you say,” Megan laughed. “So like, do you want me to keep talking, or would you rather I stay quiet while you...”
“Oh, I'm not masturbating,” Kay said quickly. “This is...research, of a sort.”
Megan laughed again. “I've no idea what 'sort' that may be, but whatever you say.”
“You know that I am very wealthy,” Kay began. “It is very old family wealth, and I have never experienced the struggle of paying for college. If you do not mind me asking, what kind of money are they looking for?”
Megan hesitated at answering such a personal question. Then she realized that she was standing in front of a webcam, stark-naked, fighting a bladder that was about to empty itself on her kitchen floor. Couldn't get much more personal than that. “It's about thirty five thousand,” Megan said. “Camming helps, but I don't know what I'm going to do over time...”
“Indeed,” Kay said again. “How do you feel? Please be very detailed.”
Megan was bent forwards, both hands held against herself as waves of pressure thrashed her privates. She knew that the water she just drank could not have reached her bladder yet, but it had gotten so much worse. “I feel like there's a watermelon in me,” she moaned. “The pressure is so intense. I feel it all over my belly and in my pussy, down my legs and even in my chest. I've never had to wee this badly in my life.”
“Good,” Kay whispered mercilessly. “Listen, I want you to stand up straight. Then, turn sideways to the camera and lean back slightly.”
“Nooo, I'll wet myself,” Megan nearly shouted.
“If that happens, so be it. You know that it's inevitable anyway. If you want more money, you won't let that happen though. Now do it.”
Megan knew that arguing was pointless. As long as she kept paying, Megan was completely at Kay's mercy. She struggled to stand up, crying out as the massive pressure increased even further. Her legs locked up as she stood, and she held her arms out to her sides with her fists clenched.
“Now turn sideways and lean back,” Kay's voice came through the phone.
“Myeeehh,” Megan whimpered. She slowly shifted sideways and released a sustained moan as she forced herself to lean back.
“Wow,” Kay said softly. “You have a beautiful bladder.”
Megan had never received a stranger compliment, and she had gotten A LOT of strange compliments in her time on camera. She looked down, surprised at the protruding shape on her belly. She reached and placed her left hand on it, wincing at the insane sensitivity of the spot. It was hard as a rock, and so visible. “I never knew this could happen,” Megan exclaimed. “It's so sensitive, I've never felt anything like this. When I touch it, I feel like a shockwave around my whole body. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it...it actually feels kind of good. I mean, it hurts like hell, but the sensations are astonishing. I actually feel a little turned on.”
“That's amazing news,” Kay said. “By the way, you're at fifteen hundred dollars already. You're doing good. My last subject wet herself after eight minutes, after drinking the four mugs. She was...disappointing. The one before that never got desperate enough to wet herself. She had to pee at first, I'm sure, but when she realized I was paying her to hold it, she said that squatting down would help. She dipped below the camera, and when she stood back up, she started putting on a show about it. Dancing around and crossing her legs and the like. The thing is, when you know bladders like I do, you know that's not what it's really like to be at the bursting point. Look at you...you're locked up so tight, all your muscles contracting visibly. I can tell that you're truly desperate. I knew that she had peed on the floor when she squatted and was just trying to get more cash out of me. Unfortunately, she did get a lot of money before I ended the session. Oh well, if I didn't get through the ones like her, I would never find the good subjects like you.”
Megan wasn't sure how she felt about being called a 'subject.' However, between the money flowing into her bank account and the water flowing into her bladder, she couldn't find the ability to care too much. “I have a question,” Megan panted. “There are so many thousands of cam girls out there, how do you find the ones who need to pee?”
“Good question,” Kay said. “The trick is to use websites that list how long a cam has been on for. If a woman has been running nonstop for five or six hours, it's a good bet that her bladder would be pretty full. I open a cam and see if they're exhibiting signs. Squirming, crossed legs, strained face and the like. If so, I start a private chat with a hundred dollars and ask them if they have to pee. If they say yes, I keep it going. If not, I end the chat and let them keep the hundred. You, on the other hand, said you needed to pee the moment I entered your chat. You were just about to leave too, that's why I donated the thousand to get your immediate attention and stop you wasting a full bladder.”
Megan smiled. “I'm glad to help,” she said with a chuckle that vibrated her bladder, causing her to moan again.
“Two thousand,” Kay said. “You're doing an amazing job. I'm going to ask you to face me and spread your legs about two feet.” By this point, Megan knew better than to argue. She slowly turned towards the webcam and opened her legs. The moment her feet settled, a tiny spurt of wee burst out of her and splattered on the floor. Her hands flew towards her crotch, but Kay shouted “WAIT!”
Megan froze, every muscle in her body strained to their limits. “Do not hold yourself,” Kay demanded. “Stand perfectly still, hold it in with your willpower alone now.”
Megan closed her eyes. She had never felt anything like this. Her whole body was so sensitive that she was pretty sure that she could feel the universe. She hadn't felt the universe since she had done shrooms at her eighteenth birthday party. Her belly was so heavy, the pressure against her privates so strong, the throbbing so intense. She stood as a statue, time passing at an unknowable rate, standing in complete silence until Kay broke it with “You are magnificent. You made thirty five hundred dollars so far. Your bladder is so full that you look pregnant. Please, come to the laptop. I want to look into your eyes for a moment.”
Megan opened those bright green eyes and took a step forwards, and then she wet herself completely. It happened so suddenly that she couldn't believe it. As soon as she moved her leg, her bladder erupted with the white-hot intensity of ten thousand supernovas. She reflexively closed her legs, the wee spraying from her thighs in every direction, splattering across the floor and soaking even the kitchen cabinets that she stood beside. She screamed out loud, first from surprise, and then from pure pleasure. Her knees went weak and she lost her balance, and despite her reaching for the counter, she fell onto her rear. Her legs fell open and her stream shot at least five feet forwards. All over the floor, the cabinets, the table and some chairs. She realized that she would ruin the entire kitchen at this rate, and she placed her hands between her legs. Not in an attempt to hold it in again, there was no chance of that, but to stop it from flowing freely. She couldn't believe how hot her pee was as it cascaded against her hands, and even more surprising was the absolute pressure with which it burst out of her.
In the back of her mind she noted how okay she felt about laying in her own wee. It should have weirded her out, but it just felt good, it felt warm, and the primal relief was so strong that nothing else mattered to her. She fell back and exhaled, keeping one hand against her privates so the stream stayed focused on the floor.
She had no idea how long her wee lasted. It seemed like a century. Right when the stream finally began to die down, she felt something building inside of her. With almost no warning, she had a leg-shaking orgasm on the spot that took what was left of her breath out of her. She went completely limp, her hand falling to her side. Luckily the stream had weakened enough to stay off of the furniture, and after many more seconds it slowed to a stop. She just laid there, caught up in this primordial pleasure, unlike anything she could have imagined.
Minutes passed.
“...Megan?” Kay's voice called softly from the mobile on the counter.
“Yeh?” Megan wheezed weakly from her place in the massive puddle of wee.
“You are currently my favorite person in the world,” Kay said. “That was...well, there is no other word for it than 'legendary,' I think. I know the sensations you are feeling right now are overwhelming, but I need you to stand up and come to the phone.”
Megan did as she was asked. It took her a long time to get to her feet, and she slowly made her way across the kitchen, being careful not to slip in her wee. She quickly dried her hands on a paper towel and took her phone, turning off speaker and putting it to her ear as she looked into the webcam. “Kay...I don't think...I can talk too good right now...”
“I know. Just listen. You pass. Ten years ago, with my wealth, I decided to produce a special variety of adult movie. I am the only person in the world who produces this type of content at this level. I want to hire you. Come to my studio. Five days. Five million dollars.”
“Adult movies...?” was all that Megan could manage to mumble out. The amount of money was simply incomprehensible to her in her current state.
“Yes. You will not be required to have sex with anyone. You will not be required to work with any other actors in any way. Only me. All you need to do is hold your pee to your very limit, as many times as you can.
Megan exhaled deeply. She had no idea who Kay was. She had no idea what she was in for. All she heard was 'money.' She would never have to work. Never have to struggle. Her life would be made, unquestioningly. She tightened her grip on the phone and steeled herself. “What would you have me do?”
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Part Two-
The reality of what was happening hit Megan all at once as she stepped out of the plane. I can't believe I'm really doing this. She was standing in Jackson Hole Airport in Wyoming with one bag, ten thousand dollars in her bank, and a very full bladder. She jogged out of the gate and into the main of the airport, spotting the restrooms in the distance. As soon as she stepped into the loo, her phone rang. She reached into her light blue blouse and pulled the mobile out of her breasts, seeing the name “Kay” written across the screen.
“Hello?” Megan answered quickly, crossing her legs.
“My sources say you've landed,” Kay said.
“Sources? Don't you mean the airport's website?”
“It counts,” Kay responded, humor in her voice. “Where are you now?”
“I'm in the loo at the airport, I'm going to-”
“You didn't pee, did you?” Kay interrupted quickly.
Megan frowned. “No, but I really need to. No way I was gonna do it on the plane, and it was a long flight.”
“You are not permitted to pee,” Kay said sternly. “Exit the restroom and find my driver, he should be right outside the main gate.”
“Listen, Kay,” Megan whimpered. “I'm desperate here, I don't think the driver would be happy if I wet myself in his car. The car company would fine me as well, and even though I obviously have the money, it would be humiliating. Please let me wee.”
Megan winced as Kay began to chuckle. “She is not A driver, Megan. She is MY driver. More women have wet themselves in her car than in a Vegas nightclub. Since I started doing this, seventy percent of my subjects couldn't make it to my studio dry. Don't let that statistic increase. I believe in you.”
Kay hung up the phone.
Megan sighed and squeezed herself under her pink A-line skirt. She gave her bladder a gentle prod. She felt the pulse, but it wasn't as bad as it could be. She turned around and left the loo - and any chance at relief – behind. It took her two minutes to reach the main gate, and she spotted the driver instantly. A petite and beautiful woman with short blonde hair, wearing the most generic 'chauffeur' suit possible, stood near the door with a large green sign reading “MEGAN.”
“Greetings, Madame,” the driver said. “My name is Dee, and I will be your driver today.”
Megan tried hard to force a genuine smile through her desperation. “Nice to meet you, Dee. Lead the...” Megan trailed off into a thought. Wait. Dee? I've got them sussed, it's code. Kay's not her real name, or Dee, they're letters. Who the hell are these people? Megan blinked out of it. “Lead the way,” she finished. Too late to turn back now.
Dee nodded and turned, leading Megan out of the airport. They walked down the road for about three minutes, when Megan spotted the most ornate limousine she had ever seen. At least twenty feet long, blacker than black, with bright gold accents decorating the sides in a flowing floral pattern.
“Get stuffed,” Megan whispered to herself.
“Sorry?” Dee called over her shoulder.
“Nothing, I've just never seen a car like this,” Megan went on in amazement. “This thing must be worth millions.”
“Tens of millions,” Dee answered. The gold along the sides? That's not paint.”
“Is Kay in there?” Megan asked.
“Oh no,” Dee said quickly. “The Professor never leaves her studio when she's in the state. The whole point of setting up in Wyoming is the seclusion of it.”
Dee opened the rearmost door of the limo and waved Megan inside. Megan stepped off the curb and into the limo, her bladder throbbing when she lifted her leg. Megan gasped and reflexively folded her legs, falling into the massive seat.
Dee smiled at her. “Really need to go, eh? Good luck to you. I made it about twenty minutes before I just started spurting uncontrollably, and about another five before I straight-up burst. Hardly any girls make it the whole way the first time...I guess no lady wants to pee on a plane.”
“Wait, you-” Megan started.
“Yep,” Dee said cheerfully. “Three years ago. I was just like you, recruited off a cam site. After what I experienced in the Professor's studio, I decided to stay on. A few girls did. The whole place is run by ex-subjects.”
“Alright, what's with the 'subjects' and 'Professor' stuff?” Megan asked. “What's the deal with this whole thing?”
Dee shrugged. “The Professor will explain everything. Please, make yourself comfortable. Well...as much as you can, with that thing,” she finished, gesturing to Megan's belly. She walked away, towards the front of the limo.
Megan found it funny, how long it took for Dee to reach the front seat. She looked around the massive vehicle. There was a bar in the center, an actual full-size bed a little past that, and a plasma screen with a bunch of Blu-rays, mostly pornographic. Megan blinked at this. “What's with all the porn?” she asked Dee with a laugh.
“It's to help the girls. It's a lot easier to hold in pee when you're turned on. Every girl who made it all the way to the studio took advantage of that.”
“Isn't that weird for you?” Megan asked.
“Oh, Madame, I got over any kind of weirdness a very long time ago. Even before I met the Professor, I was a cam girl, remember? I've seen plenty of people going at it.” The engine started and they began to move. The limo had fantastic suspension, but even the slightest motion made Megan quiver. She stood up in a hunch and made her way to the center of the vehicle, sitting on the comfortable couch in front of the television. Looking over the Blu-rays, she noticed that they were all softcore, passionate, gentle types. The sort of porn that women tended to like. Shifting through the stack, something caught her eye. It was a simple case, and on the cover stood Dee herself in what appeared to be a perfectly ordinary bedroom.
If not for the hair, she would have been unrecognizable, due to the ornate, dark green masquerade mask she wore. She was dressed in a light green T-shirt with a heart on her left breast and snug, light blue boy short panties. She was standing slightly to the side, looking into the camera with a very strained expression visible even under the mask. She was lifting the shirt above her belly which was bulging out incredibly far. Looking closer, a small wet patch could be seen staining the crotch of her panties.
“This is one of Kay's videos, isn't it?” Megan asked.
“Indeed,” Dee said. “She wanted it in here, so the new girls could get some idea of what was coming. Feel free to watch it if you like, but I would recommend against it. Watching other women desperate to pee makes it next to impossible to hold on.”
“Eh, fuck it,” Megan whispered. She opened the case, finding nothing. “Hey Dee, it's empty,” she called.
“Already in the player, probably,” Dee responded.
Megan hit the power button, and the video started up immediately. It was a very well-lit living room, and a very generic one at that. Hardwood floors, a simple couch, two armchairs on either side of it. A marble coffee table sat between the couch and a massive flatscreen. A few books lay on the table, as well as an empty dinner plate. The scene was filmed from a stationary camera, looking straight towards the couch. Large windows lined the wall behind said couch, displaying - against all logic - a tropical rainforest.
Megan was about to question this when the sound of a door opening and closing distracted her. Moments later, she entered the camera's view. Dee, still in the green masquerade mask but now wearing a glistening, emerald-colored one-piece swimsuit. She was soaked everywhere except her hair, and she stumbled towards the couch with two fists shoved against her womanhood with such force that the veins in her arms were visible from here on the high definition screen.
“FFFFUUUUUCK!” Dee screamed suddenly, causing the actual Dee in the front of the limo to yelp and jump before letting out a quick laugh.
“PLEASE, NO!” Dee yelled again, clearly to herself. “Not yet, not yet, I have to be so close, please, just a little bit longer, please, for fuck's sake, come on...” Her entire body shivered, and she stumbled past the couch. Right before she left the camera's vision, Megan caught a quick look at the huge bulging bladder under Dee's arms. As soon as she left the frame, the camera angle switched. Another stationary camera, angled upwards into a hallway as Dee hobbled back into view, releasing a constant, muffled scream.
Despite herself, Megan found her left hand drifting between her legs. She pressed her middle finger against her clit through her panties and began to gently rub. The sensation instantly made her quiver, and she felt herself growing wet. Dee started through the hallway, taking such tiny steps in her effort to hold the ocean of wee inside of her. As she reached the camera, it began to swivel, following her journey through the hall. The shape of her butt was pronounced under the swimsuit as she bent forwards, pulled tightly against her skin. Through another door, and the camera switched again. She was in a kitchen now, again very ordinary. She slowly made her way to the fridge, cursing repeatedly, and violently pulled the appliance open. Reaching in, she extracted a regular bottle of water.
“I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE MAKING ME DRINK THIS!” she shrieked to seemingly nothing. Groaning in agony as she forced her other hand out of her crotch, she gripped the lid and turned it hard. She took a small sip, cursed loudly, took another sip, and repeated this pattern for over a minute as Megan pleasured herself while staring at Dee's incredible bladder. Why is this turning me on so much? Megan thought, trying not to feel too ashamed of herself. This is amazing, look at her...I hope she doesn't know I'm wanking back here. Wait, is it still called wanking if it's a girl doing it? Why haven't I thought about that before? Why the hell am I thinking about it now? WHAT'S EVEN HAPPENING? Megan crashed back into reality as her bladder contracted strongly, causing her to slide forwards, fully exposing her red cotton panties.
She bit her lip and returned to the movie, watching as Dee stood like a statue with her fists clenched hard at her sides. The same stance that Megan had moments before she wet herself during her first talk with Kay. This thought caused her to grow even more aroused, and she pinched her labia through her panties with her right hand as she kept on her clit with her left. Dee's mouth was pursed so tightly, her legs so stiff and her belly so full. She looked absolutely vivacious.
Megan's eyes opened wide as a voice suddenly came over the television. Kay's voice. “You've done a magnificent job so far, Subject. How do you feel?”
“Oh, you startled me,” Dee complained desperately. “I feel like my whole body is on fire. My nerves are so on-edge, my pussy feels like there's a hurricane building inside of it. It hurts so badly, but it feels so good. It feels amazing. I know that I'm about to cum just from the pressure.”
Megan knew she was about to cum too. She felt the pleasure building inside of her, but she was all too aware of the strong warnings coming from her bladder. She felt very full, she knew she didn't have much time left. Then, she compared herself to the woman in the video. She was at an extreme of desperation that Megan couldn't comprehend. She knew that she could hold out, knew that she could rival Dee if she fought with all her strength. She focused on the television and stayed as such for a very long time, just watching the beautiful woman hold herself. Megan could swear that Dee's bulge grew slightly over time from the new water. Megan's face flushed as Dee reached in and pulled the crotch of the swimsuit aside, revealing her reddened and swollen privates. She inserted one finger into herself, rubbing slowly and opening her mouth wide. “Ohhhh,” Dee sighed. “It's incredible, oh my God, oh fuck.
“Put the swimsuit back in place,” Kay said. “You are not to expose yourself unless asked.”
“Yes, Professor,” Dee answered meekly, retracting her finger and letting the material slide back over her tortured gash. She managed two small steps forwards and pressed her crotch into the corner of the kitchen table. The camera angle switched once more, this time filming from above. It zoomed into her lower body, and the shape of her vulva could be clearly seen through the thin swimsuit as she pressed on the wood. She began to rotate her hips, breathing heavily. She shivered again. And once more. She began to rock, thrusting her hips slowly and releasing a moan with each motion. After a few minutes of this, she slammed her eyes shut and gasped, vibrating across her whole body. A spurt of clear-whitish liquid burst through the crotch of the swimsuit and across the corner of the table. She lost her balance and stumbled backwards.
Megan was standing on the edge of a huge orgasm, and she just hoped that she could keep quiet enough to avoid detection from the real Dee. She bit down hard on her bottom lip but kept her eyes wide open, looking on in wonder as Dee finally began losing her battle. The first spurt was small, a trickle of pale yellow that began to drip from her as she stood stiffly. The second was longer and strong, pushing out the fabric of the suit for a second. And then it was over, an absolute waterfall exploding out of her. Megan's bladder didn't like what she was seeing. She pressed both hands hard against herself just as she went over the edge, cumming hard into her own hands. She had only squirted twice in her life before, both orgasms given to her by ex boyfriends, but now her hands were soaked and she knew she hadn't lost control of her bladder.
She stared on as Dee screamed in relief as she emptied herself on the kitchen floor. She leaned against the table, causing the camera to shift again, now looking straight at her rear as her wee cascaded down her legs and pooled on the floor. Her whole body shook once more and she began moaning in pleasure again, and although there was no squirt visible in her waterfall, Megan knew that she got off a second time just then. The sound of the hissing was driving Megan insane, and she gasped softly as she felt a quick spurt shoot out of her bladder, soaking her panties even more than her squirt. She twisted her legs nearly into a knot, never taking her eyes off the screen. It took Dee well over a minute to finish. As she stood there, leaning exhausted on the table, the strangest thing Megan had ever seen began to happen. The huge puddle of wee began sinking through the tile floor, slowly being absorbed into apparent nothingness before vanishing completely. And then Kay spoke again. "Fourteen hundred and sixty eight milliliters," she said. Dee groaned in frustration, slamming her fist on the tabletop. Megan blinked hard and slammed the power button on the Blu-ray player, exhaling as the screen went black and focusing on her damp panties.
“Dee,” she whimpered. “Does it count if I leak a little bit?” She knew that it was pointless asking about what she just saw. She'd rather focus on her own issues for now.
“Did it stay contained to your panties?”
“Yes, luckily they're cotton. I thought about wearing this amazing lace pair I have, but they've got no absorbency...”
“As much as I'd have liked to see those, you're fine. Nobody's ever made the trip without leaking. As long as it doesn't hit the floorboard of the limo, she doesn't count it as a loss.”
“Are you a lesbian?” Megan asked, perhaps too boldly.
“I...well, the thing is, we've had some lesbians, but most of the girls come here completely straight. I know I did. But after the Professor gets through with us...there's something about her, something that many of us fall in love with, something none of us ever want to leave. She is an enigma of a woman, I can't possibly explain this phenomenon.”
“Yeah, no way it could be her insane, infinite wealth,” Megan droned sarcastically.
“Look, I know that seems obvious, but that isn't it. It's her, Megan. I can call you Megan, right? 'Madame' seems pointless after you've just flicked your bean watching me piss myself.”
“Jesus, you saw that?” Megan cried out, mortified.
“Heard it,” Dee laughed. “You did a great job holding the moans, but I could hear the shlicking from here.”
“I'm...I'm sorry,” Megan whimpered.
“Don't be, I'm glad you found my performance so attractive. Kinda turning me on right now, if I'm being honest. Anyway, how's your bladder doing? Any more leaks?”
“No, somehow,” Megan answered. “Hey, I hate to sound like a kid on a road trip, but are we there yet?” she asked, half jokingly.
“Ehm,” Dee started. “Actually, yes. I don't think you have any idea how long you've been watching that video. It's been over an hour.”
“Are you serious? I can't believe I haven't wet myself yet,” Megan said, amazed at herself.
“Yep. You're very impressive. I can understand what Kay saw in you so quickly. Well, we're pretty much here – About one more minute up the road.”
Megan patted her skirt down and sat up straight, gasping as her bladder protested strongly. She looked out the window for the first time since she turned on the video, seeing that they were driving down a road in a thick forest. Tall mountains were visible far off through the trees. Dee was right about seclusion – They had to be miles away from any other human life. A short time later, the limo came to a stop. Megan couldn't see anything from the window, and she didn't want to rotate to look out the one behind her with her bladder like it was. Dee opened the door and stood up, and Megan waited as she circled around the long vehicle.
The door opened, and Dee reached out a hand. She helped Megan stand, holding her shoulder tightly to help her balance as she paused to hold herself. She led Megan around the limo, and Megan's eyes fell on what appeared to be a massive black cube, as big as a mansion. “Welcome to The Studio, pee subject,” Dee whispered in her ear.
Megan struggled not to laugh at the phrase 'pee subject,' knowing that she would lose control if she did. “Oh wow, I'm really on the edge here. Please, lets hurry.”
“Of course,” Dee said. She led Megan towards the huge cube. It loomed ever taller as they approached, and soon they were standing right next to it. Dee reached out for a spot that was lighter in color than the rest, and a door slid open quickly to the right.
“This looks like some kind of Secret Service base or some shit,” Megan whispered.
“Mmhmm,” Dee answered simply. “Come, now.” She gently pushed Megan towards the door. They stepped through, and it closed behind them. For a moment, they stood in pitch blackness. And then the room illuminated itself, and Megan's jaw dropped to the floor. The room was perfectly round, the entire ceiling one massive black light. The walls were draped in deep purple curtains that surrounded her completely, flowing in a wind that she could not feel. The floor glowed solid orange in the black light, and perfect spirals of purple and red swirled all around her.
“What...what is this?” Megan exhaled. “In the video...it was just an ordinary house.”
“This is just the entrance hall,” Dee said softly. “Kay...she likes to make an opening impact. Prepare yourself.” Dee stepped away, and when Megan turned around to look at her, she was gone, a nearby curtain flapping from her departure through it. Suddenly, a sound pulled Megan's attention straight ahead.
A door opened, sliding into the ground, and a woman who could only be called a literal goddess of beauty glided through. With an hourglass body, dressed in a tight flame-colored sheath dress. Red and orange feathers decorated her cleavage and neckline, and above that, impossibly smooth pale white skin, red lips, her face covered in a red and orange masquerade mask. Feathered in the same colors, with countless small gems embedded down the middle in circles and swirls. Right above the center of her eyes rested a massive sapphire, and said eyes shined a stunning bright violet.
Megan was simply dumbfounded, unable to speak as this woman approached her with impossible grace. She stopped a foot in front of Megan, looking down into her eyes; the woman had to be nearly six feet tall. Without a word, she reached out both of her slender, pale arms and took Megan in a tight embrace. Kay slid her arms down to the middle of Megan's back and held her strongly, and Megan felt her bladder compress against Kay's body. She said nothing, exhaling sharply directly into Kay's breasts. The woman hugged her tighter, and Megan began shaking as her muscles strained to their limits.
“Kay...I'm going to...I can't...”
She just squeezed harder. Megan struggled pointlessly for about five more seconds before her bladder was forced open and she began wetting herself while pressed up against Kay. It flowed all down her legs under her skirt, soaking into her shoes and pooling under her feet. Kay released her tight grip but still held Megan, smiling down at her as she soaked the front of her own skirt, as well as Kay's dress. “Welcome, Megan,” Kay whispered.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Part Three-
“Drink,” Kay said, sipping on her own cup of exquisite jasmine tea, being careful not to dip the feathers of her mask in it.
Megan lifted her teacup and took a short sip; the tea was still too hot for much else. “This is the best tea I've ever had,” Megan whispered. “Seriously, it's unbelievable.”
“It is, isn't it?” Kay agreed. The two of them were sitting alone in what resembled a conference room. A long mahogany table with only two chairs rested in the middle of a square room that spanned about twenty feet diagonally. There were two doors, one on either side of the room. One led into the magnificent entrance hall, the other, presumably into the main of the building. “Are you ready to hear what your job is over the next five days?”
Megan made a funny motion with her head, something between a nod and a shrug. “I'm assuming it's to wet myself as many times as possible.”
Kay scoffed and shook her head. “The exact opposite, actually. Allow me to explain. You are to simply live in the home you are placed in. Once every half an hour, you will be notified to drink. When that happens, you are to drink a single five hundred milliliter bottle of water. Besides this, you have only one other objective: Do not urinate under any circumstance.”
“That's impossible,” Megan said with a small laugh.
“Quite. The point is that every single drop of liquid that leaves your body must be released completely, totally, and unequivocally against your will. You are to behave like peeing is a crime of the highest caliber. Be assured, this struggle will not go unrewarded. You see, this entire construct is equipped with very complex flooring of my own design. Micro-cracks hidden between hardwood floorboards and the gaps between tiles enable any liquid that hits the floor to be absorbed through a vacuum system and measured with precision, the accuracy sub-milliliter-”
“You're losing me,” Megan said, her eyebrows furrowed.
“To explain simply, I can tell exactly how much you pee. When you do inevitably lose control, you will be rewarded depending on the quantity that you pee. You will be given one hundred dollars for every milliliter you release, and to ensure that you fight to the very last second no matter how badly it hurts, there is a milestone system. If you pee five hundred milliliters, you will be given one hundred thousand dollars. If you pee one liter, three hundred thousand. One and a half, five hundred thousand. If you prove to be a true legend and reach two liters, which only two women I've ever met have achieved, you will be rewarded one million dollars.” Kay leaned back in her chair, crossing her beautiful legs. “After you lose control, you will be given a two hour respite. At night, you will not be required to drink for the six hours between midnight and six in the morning, so you may sleep. And that's about it.”
Megan just stared. She kept the rules in her head, but focused on the money. “All of that, on top of the five million you promised me before I agreed to come here?”
“Of course,” Kay confirmed. “I know this sounds absolutely insane to you, but the simple fact is that I have more money than even I can truly comprehend. I believe that this gift should be used to live the way that I want to, without compromise in any area of my life.”
“You could change the world,” Megan said softly. “If you put your money in the right places, you could do so much-”
“Make no mistake, Megan,” Kay interrupted. “I am not what you would call a 'good person.' I am greedy, I am the most selfish human being you will ever meet. All I care about in the world is my own happiness. Part of that happiness is getting beautiful women to hold their pee to their very limits in front of me. However, you must see the loophole here. Beyond acquiring this building and my vehicle, I do not throw away my money. I simply pass it on – in very large quantities, I might add – to perfectly healthy women with their own desires and free will. If you are smart, you could live on one million dollars for the rest of your life. I estimate that you will walk out of here with a much greater sum than the baseline five million. Just like every woman who has ever left this place, you are free to donate it to the charity or cause of your choice.”
Megan blinked and looked down into her tea before taking a longer sip. “I'll admit, you have me there.”
“Glad to hear it,” Kay said with a smirk. “Now, there is one more thing. Each time you wet yourself, you will be instructed to return to the bedroom, shower, and change into a new set of clothing that will be provided. You are not to expose your naked body outside of the showering room unless I tell you to. Myself and many of my clients are only interested in seeing clothed women in this situation. We're about done...but before I let you run loose in here, I will give you the opportunity to ask me three questions which I will answer in absolute truth. Choose carefully. If you want a very specific answer, ask a very specific question, for if I don't like the question very much, I will try my best to answer it as vaguely as possible.”
Megan closed her eyes and thought. She had to pick three out of dozens, and it was not easy. Finally, she settled on one. “What's with the 'professor' and 'subject' stuff?”
Kay grinned. “You'd be surprised how few women ask me that at the start. They just focus on the money and never bother with details like that. Anyway, I consider myself an absolute authority on the subject of pee. I've had this fetish since I was a very small girl, and over the years I've studied biology, urology, not to mention my own personal studies on real women. I've documented and recorded average bladder capacities depending on height, weight, physical strength, even race and sexuality. The differences are very slight, and it differs more between individuals than anything else...but there are differences. These details are for my own knowledge, however. This is why you are my subjects. As for being the Professor, I feel like it is my duty to teach you all how to hold to your limits. To bestow my knowledge down to increase your capacity beyond what you would believe possible. Having a huge bladder is a great help in every day life, as well as for my own enjoyment and that of my clients. Next question.”
Megan shut her eyes again. So many potential questions to sort through, so little time. “I leak,” she said suddenly. “When I'm super desperate to go, I leak a lot before I lose control completely. Is this counted towards the final tally?”
Kay tilted her head. “Yes and no. The system works in bouts of three minutes. For example, if you leak out fifty milliliters, it starts a countdown of three minutes. If you leak any more, when that three minutes ends, it adds that up and that's your payout for that three minutes, and the clock resets. This encourages you to fight as hard as you can to not leak, as it makes reaching the milestones far more difficult. The idea is to hold it in until you burst completely for the biggest rewards. Note that very small leaks that stay contained to your panties and whatever other clothes you may be wearing will not be counted at all. Next question.”
Megan already knew what she was going to ask. She had it figured out from the beginning, but wanted to save it for last. “What is your name?”
Kay's smirk dropped off her face quickly. “You figured it out, eh?” she muttered. “I suppose it's not a very complicated code. I'll make you the exact same offer I made the other three women who asked that same question. If you want to keep that question, just say so and I will answer it truthfully. However, be aware that I am a very famous woman. If you are not absolute in your secrecy upon leaving here, my entire lifestyle and that of the women who work for me may be put in jeopardy. I will also be very disappointed with you,” she finished, as though she were Megan's mildly frustrated mother. “My offer is that I will give you the opportunity to ask your final question once more, with this new knowledge. Think carefully.”
It was decided before Megan could bother with thinking about it. She had already grown somewhat attached to Kay, and she would never do anything to hurt this magnificent woman. Other potential questions flooded her mind, and one stuck out to her. A mischievous way to mess with Kay without actually doing her any harm. Megan smirked. “What is the detailed story about the most desperate to wee you've ever been in your entire life?”
Kay's gorgeous eyes went wide, her mouth opening into a shining smile. “Oh, my beautiful girl, you are the very first subject to ever ask me that,” she exclaimed in amazement.
“Well, I would be lying if I said that I hadn't caught this little kink from you,” Megan said happily. “You've seen me at my most desperate moment yet, I'd like to hear about yours.”
“Very well. You are the first person I'll ever tell this story to, and possibly the last. I hope you enjoy it. Be aware that I will be changing people's names, to protect my privacy.”
“Of course,” Megan nodded.
“Well, as I said earlier, I've had this fetish since I was a young girl. I remember being as young as eight, feeling the most wonderful sensations whenever my friends peed in front of me, and far more so when they had to hold it in for a time. I didn't start getting sexual pleasure from my own full bladder until I was older, half because of puberty I suppose, and half due to the fact that I never really got desperate enough. As soon as I discovered how wonderful I could make myself feel simply by drinking and not peeing, I took huge advantage of it. It all started when I was thirteen, living in a mansion owned by my parents. They were both away for business, and I was staying with my nanny. Heather, I'll call her."
"When you hear the word 'nanny,' I'm sure you imagine a large, heavyset thug of a woman. Not Heather. That wonderful girl is a huge part of the reason that I'm the glorious flaming lesbian I am now. At thirteen, I obviously didn't need a nanny, but my parents kept her around because we had become good friends. We lived in a hot climate, and when we were alone in the house, she would always walk around in her blouse and panties despite having a suit she was supposed to wear. I never said anything to my parents, because despite me not knowing why yet, I absolutely loved seeing her like that."
"Beyond that, the help was supposed to only use the restroom on the third floor of the mansion, in the very back. To avoid this walk, she would always hold her pee. I spent countless hours of my childhood watching this beautiful woman in her underwear stumbling around the mansion, her legs squeezing together and her belly bulging out, but she never once complained about it. One day, I simply got curious and decided to try it for myself. As I said, it was a hot climate, and I drank a lot. On that day, I just...didn't pee. The point where I'd always go in the past went shooting by. As minutes and hours passed, the feelings went from dull to strong, pulsing sensations that made me feel things I had never felt before."
"Eventually, Heather noticed me squirming and holding myself under my dress. She was clearly desperate too, but she asked me what was wrong. I don't remember the exact wording, but I said something like 'you always have to pee, because you don't want to go so far to the bathroom. I wanted to see how it feels to need to pee that bad.' She laughed and smiled at me. 'It's okay, you can go pee. It's my own choice to hold it in,' she said. I was feeling my bladder really strongly right then, I thought about going, but still I just...didn't pee. 'I want to see if I can wait as long as you can,' I told her. She kept smiling and shook her head. 'I'm always desperate, so I have a lot of experience and a huge bladder. You're no match for me. There's no reason for you to be so uncomfortable, just go pee.' To this day I don't know what came over me, but I defiantly looked her in the eyes and said 'No.' She burst out laughing then, pressing her hands tight against her panties to keep herself dry. 'It's on, little lady,' she said."
"I remember that line of hers perfectly...four words that defined my entire life from that point on. And so somehow it turned into a holding contest. She got us tea and water, and we both drank so much even though we were both already bursting. So much time passed, and my body was going through this sort of metamorphosis as my young bladder was taken to its limits. Heather had just gone stiff, lumped out on the couch, knowing that the slightest motion would cause her to explode. I didn't know well enough yet to lock up like that, I kept trying to cross my legs and hold myself, but at that point everything just made it worse. I remember exactly how it felt when the first little leak squeezed its way out of my body."
“I threw myself off the couch to avoid soaking the furniture, there'd be no way to explain that to my parents. Right before I wet myself completely, Heather somehow made it over to me from her place on the couch. She hugged me and whispered into my ear; 'Hold it. Do not pee now. I know you're feeling incredible pressure, but if you've taken it this far, you can go beyond this. If you're going to do this, I want you to bring it to the edge of the world.' Heather was a very hyperbolic woman, but she inspired me. After that moment, we both held onto the oceans inside of us, just sitting on the floor in a gentle embrace, somehow lasting for precisely one more hour. At that point, I had no chance of making it another ten seconds. I felt it begin spurting out of me when Heather's grip on me tightened, and the loudest hiss I've ever heard echoed around the mansion. She had lost the contest, this experienced holder, this grown woman, had completely wet herself at her very limit before I did. More than that, it was the very first time I'd ever been truly desperate. I was a prodigy, I was born for this, I felt."
"A few seconds in, Heather whispered 'I lost,' into my ear. She sounded so completely defeated. It felt wonderful. My tormented body took that concession as permission, and I wet my dress all over her legs. We both sat and emptied our bladders right next to each other and laid in it for a long time. Some other things happened between us that night, but that's not part of this story.”
Megan had to fight to close her mouth. Her senses were effectively gone, and her panties were soaked – And not with pee. “Bloody hell,” she whispered.
“Indeed,” Kay said. She really seemed to like that word.
“How...how old was Heather?” Megan stuttered.
“She was seventeen at the time,” Kay answered.
“Isn't that...isn't all that kind of wrong of her?”
“Nonsense,” Kay shrugged her off. “Most people don't know this, but according to Christian mythology, Mary was thirteen when she gave birth to Christ. I think a bit of peeing and...squeezing, is alright after that, no? Besides, I was not taken advantage of or abused in any way. It was the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me, the most fun I've ever had, and you see how I turned out. I wouldn't trade the life I have now for anything in the universe.”
“I understand,” Megan whispered. “So...what now, Kay?”
“Now,” Kay started, “You will begin to refer to me as Professor. Along with this, your name is Emma now, and-”
“Emma isn't a letter,” Megan interrupted.
“Do not interrupt me, Subject,” Kay ordered. “And it's supposed to be the letter 'M', but that does not make a proper name like Kay and Dee do, so we modify it slightly to work. Most of the girls were named like that. As I was saying, in addition to that, you will wear this at all times when in this building.” Kay turned her chair sideways, lifting her dress to reveal a sapphire-blue masquerade mask that was tied to her thigh. She pulled the bow and waved the mask at Emma from her place across the table. “The footage on the Blu-rays is fixed obviously, but clients who watch live online or buy the digital application can access any camera angle, in any room, at any time. You will have precisely no privacy. If the mask comes off accidentally, your face will be blurred and an alarm will turn on to notify you, if you were sleeping for example. Unfortunately, this will also deduct five hundred thousand dollars from your total payment, as this hiccup drastically reduces the final quality of the whole product. Do your best to avoid this. So, do you understand everything?”
“I do,” Emma said. Kay smiled and stood, and Emma followed suit. Kay opened the door of the conference room with her left hand and motioned towards it, and Emma slowly approached. Before she walked through the door, Kay held out her arms and grasped Emma by her shoulders, looking into her eyes.
“You just relieved yourself when you got here, what, an hour ago?” Kay whispered to her. “And all you've had is one cup of tea, so your bladder is probably pretty empty. Use the time you have now to explore the house, you won't have much time to relax from this point on.” Kay leaned down quickly and boldly kissed Emma on her lips. Emma's eyes went wide, but she did not struggle. Kay broke the kiss after what felt like half a minute, gently placing the masquerade mask on Emma's face and tying the knot tightly. She then gingerly pushed Emma through the door, pulling it shut behind her.
TO BE CONTINUED
Edited December 6, 2016 by Bulge_Lover
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Part Four - Be aware that this part contains no desperation (but is still kind of hot). It sets up the environment and is also shorter than the others, so just get through it and wait for the good part, starting in the next chapter.
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Emma stumbled into her new habitat, reaching up to straighten her mask. She looked around, frowning slightly as she took in her environment. She was not in the generic house of Dee's video, instead she stood inside a stone chamber that resembled the interior of a Medieval castle. Artificial torches rested in sconces in the corners of the room, and a banded wooden door sat open, leading into a hallway. “I thought I was supposed to be in a house...” Emma whispered to herself.
“You will be,” Kay's voice came in over a hidden loudspeaker. “One of my first clients paid me a great sum of money to fulfill a 'medieval slave girl' fantasy of his. There's many specialized rooms in this building. It should be obvious from the outside, but this construct is far larger than an ordinary house. You'll primarily be in the home setting, but once my live clients take a liking to you, there may be requests for some other environments.”
“How the hell did you even hear me?” Emma complained, having been badly startled by Kay's sudden speech.
“The audio-video equipment in this building is unmatched,” Kay answered. “Go through the other door there to get into the home setting. Just so you know, you're not being recorded yet. The stream doesn't start until you drink your first bottle of water. I'll speak with you normally until then, but once it starts, I will be silent other than when I give instruction or encourage you to hold.”
“Understood,” Emma said. She strode through the door and down the dim hallway, soon reaching an unusual beige door that felt as though it were made of ceramic. Stepping through, she came out into what appeared to be a massive shower. She closed the door, and it shut so snugly into the ceramic wall that it became almost completely invisible. Four shower heads looked over her, one on each wall, and the shower had to be at least six feet wide in both directions. “This is amazing,” Emma called out with a huge grin. “I've always dreamed of a shower like this.” Looking around, she spotted two remarkably tiny cameras overlooking the shower from opposite corners, and two more looking up at her from the corners of the floor. She wasn't surprised.
“It is wonderful, isn't it?” Kay agreed. “I actually shower in it sometimes, when nobody's in the house. When I think about how many naked, desperate women have showered in there, it turns me on something awful.”
“Too much information,” Emma joked. “Wait though, I thought I was supposed to shower right after I pee, why would they be desperate?”
“Some clients like to really torture the girls' bladders,” Kay answered with happiness obvious in her voice. They request that I make my subjects shower while they're bursting pretty often. There are some other common requests...but I won't spoil anything. The whole point of these videos is to fulfill custom fantasies for wealthy customers, fantasies that will never be met by any common producer. Not properly, anyway. There are many producers who make desperation and wetting videos, but even the higher quality ones...you can tell that the girls are barely ever at their true limit. Many of them are simply pretending from the beginning. So many videos where the girl's acting like she's about to die, then pees for about six seconds. It enrages me. I could name maybe five videos off the top of my head, free and paid combined, where it's clear that the woman truly could not hold it in for one more second if her life depended on it. It's extraordinarily rare. And that's where I come in," she finished with a loud inhale, trying to catch her breath after that rant.
“You really do know your stuff,” Emma said.
“Indeed. Oh look, it's nearly time for your water. You wasted time talking instead of exploring.”
“Oy, clear off,” Emma snapped. “You talked a fat lot more than I did. Belt up if you want me to focus on what I'm doing.”
“I...I expect you to be far more polite...to me,” Kay warned, though it was quite obvious that she was desperately trying to choke back laughter. “When the cameras are rolling.”
Emma began giggling right along with her. “Fine, I'm going. Wait, where's the kitchen?”
“Exit the shower and through the bedroom,” Kay breathed heavily, slowly regaining her composure. “You'll come out on the second floor. Down the stairs into the living room, then through the door across from the television.”
Emma stayed quiet as she walked across the huge shower and pushed open the clear glass door. Looks like there's not even the illusion of privacy. She stepped out into the rest of the bathroom, which included an ordinary bathtub, a sink...and no toilet. Of course. She continued out into the bedroom, where it was just as ordinary as she would have imagined. There was a Queen-sized bed with a dresser beside it, a nightstand, two windows with the shades down, and a lamp.
She reached for the lamp to turn it on, but was interrupted by Kay. “Please do not touch any lamps or other lights in the building,” she said. “Illumination is handled from the outside. Don't open the window shades either. Oh, and...” Kay paused, and the sound of shuffling paper came in over the loudspeaker. “Open the top drawer of the dresser there and put on the outfit in there. Usually changing occurs on-camera, but the front of your skirt is still damp, and the clients might not like you being already wet, they'll think they missed something. Shove your old clothes under the bed, they'll be stealthily gathered, washed, and returned to you at the end of this.”
Emma nodded into the open air, unsure of where the cameras were hidden in the bedroom. She reached to her neckline and unbuttoned her blouse, opening it slowly and sensually and puffing out her breasts which were covered in a lacy red bra.
“It's almost like you're trying to give me a show,” Kay said softly.
“Maybe I am,” Emma whispered. “Like what you see?” She rocked her chest back and forth so her breasts bounced cutely.
Kay was silent for a long moment. “I thought you were straight?” she finally asked.
“Dee warned me that wouldn't last very long after I met you,” Emma explained. “I can't believe it myself, but after seeing you, after hearing that story about Heather, I find myself wanting you as badly as you want me.”
Kay exhaled slowly. “You are an inconceivably beautiful, stunning woman,” Kay breathed. “Please, though, I honestly need to finish preparations before we can begin recording. Allow me to focus. If you would like some...private time...after this is all over, I will gladly oblige. I am astonishingly attracted to you.”
“Seems like I have something to look forward to then,” Emma said. She reached out and pulled the drawer open. A single stack of clothing sat in the center of the otherwise empty drawer. She pulled it out and laid it on the bed. She smiled as she saw hot pink pajama pants with little flowers right above the crotch and on the butt, along with a matching cotton sports bra. “Adorable outfit,” she exclaimed. “It's the kind of thing I'd wear on the treadmill at home. Super comfortable and stops my tits from slapping around.” She picked up the pants and shook them out, stepping back as a pair of pink satin low-rise panties fell from the folds. “They even pick out my knickers, eh?”
“Every aspect of your outfits are custom-picked by my clients, yes,” Kay said. “You have three minutes until you must drink, so I'd hurry up if I were you.”
“You just don't want me standing here with my chest out for that long,” Emma teased. Still, she quickly removed her bra and pulled down her still-damp skirt and panties, kicking them under the bed, along with her blouse. “What about shoes?” Emma asked.
“If they're not in the drawer, you don't wear them,” Kay answered absentmindedly.
“Alrighty then,” Emma agreed, pulling off her sneakers and socks and shoving them under the bed as well. She bent over and picked up the smooth, tiny pair of panties. She pulled them into place and patted the crotch, greatly enjoying the feel of the material. “I've never worn satin knickers before, they feel amazing. Kind of tight though, I bet they'll squeeze into my bladder really good once I fill up.”
“Oh my God, Emma,” Kay moaned loudly.
“Sorry, sorry. Bloody hell, you're a horndog.” The pajama pants came on next, sitting snugly on her hips. Being careful not to knock her mask off, she pulled on the sports bra, which was the perfect size for her C-cup breasts. She pushed them snugly into the fabric and took off through the door and down the stairs. She came into the living room, glancing at the massive television and spotting the door that led to the kitchen. Looking the other way, her eyes went wide as she saw the large windows on the opposite wall. She was looking out over a vast, snowcapped mountain range, flurries blowing past the glass and clouds swirling above. The problem with this was that she was in a forest. In August.
“How the...what is...fuckin'-”
“The windows are custom-built 4K displays,” Kay said, immediately understanding the cause of Emma's stammering. “I don't even know how they work myself, I just told the video company I hired that I'd pay them any amount of money if they made it look real enough, and made it display properly on camera without any artifacting. Some kind of internal 3D display, projected onto the glass or something. Clients decide the environments while recording, but when the cameras are off, it rotates through a few different ones. See...” The windows quickly blinked off and on again, this time displaying the bottom of an ocean. Fish swam past, looking into the glass. A whale shark could be seen floating around in the distance, and bubbles drifted out of small holes in the sand. It looked absolutely real. “Oh, and you were supposed to drink over a minute ago. Move it.”
“Shit, I'm on it,” Emma gasped, running out of the living room and into a short hallway, and finally into the kitchen. She pulled the fridge open, exhaling in delight at what she saw. The large appliance was stacked to the brim with foods she could only ever imagine. Cheeses from all around the world, meats from every animal it was legal to eat, countless vegetables, many of which she didn't even recognize. She had no time to sort it out now though, as the top shelf was completely dedicated to half-liter bottles of water, at least one hundred of them. She grasped one, tore it open, and chugged it down, gasping for air and licking her lips.
“About time,” Kay mumbled. “Alright, Emma. I hope you are ready. Remember, from this point on you must refer to me only as 'Professor' and treat me with the utmost respect. Do not attempt to begin a conversation with me, only speak to me when I speak to you.”
“Of course, Professor,” Emma confirmed with a nod. “I'll play my part perfectly.”
“Glad to hear it,” Kay said. “Cameras turning on in three...two...one...”
TO BE CONTINUED
Edited December 10, 2016 by Bulge_Lover
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Part Five-
Emma exhaled slowly as Kay went silent. I guess I'm live. I wonder how many people are watching me right now...can't be too many, I'm sure access to the live stream costs an incredible amount of dosh. She looked around the kitchen, unsure of what she should do now. Kay said that I'm simply to live my own life in here. Act like nobody's watching. Guess I'll watch some telly. She opened the fridge again and grabbed two bottles of water, then strode out of the kitchen and into the large living room, smiling at the windows which were now displaying a wide open field, tall grass blowing in a strong wind. Mountains could be seen in the distance. Northern Canada, or Alaska, maybe...
She looked at the couch and tilted her head. I don't know if I'm supposed to act sexy or anything. If I was, Kay would have said something... Emma flumped out on the couch, laying down with her legs spread in a very unladylike manner. If I'm just supposed to act like I do at home, this about sums it up...if I'm doing something wrong, Kay will warn me like she did Dee about jilling off. She reached out and grasped the remote, turning on the television. It blinked on to some old cartoon that was vaguely familiar to her, but she couldn't recall the name. She flipped channels until she landed on Mythbusters, one of her favorite shows. She always had a huge crush on Grant.
She just lay there watching for a time, and she jumped as she heard a sudden chime, followed by Kay's voice simply saying “Drink.” She sat up and grabbed one of the bottles she brought with her, opening it and drinking it quickly. As she finished, she felt the very first twitch of her bladder. She smiled at the television where Kari Byron was sitting in some kind of torture chair with her arm held in a bucket of ice, then turned it off and made for the one other door in the living room, right next to the television. I suppose I oughta explore the rest of this place before I get too desperate to move.
Opening the door, she stepped through into a long, well-lit hall with three doors on the right, two on the left, and one at the end. She reached the first on the right, opening it to find herself in a stunning game room. A billiards table sat in the center of the room, and chess tables, arcade cabinets, and dartboards lined the walls. In the far left corner sat another large television with every game console she'd ever heard of lined up under it. Across from the screen was an incredibly cushy-looking armchair. In the far right corner sat a massive, glowing gaming computer the likes of which she'd only seen on Battlestations. Many of these are two-player games. I wonder if she sometimes brings two girls in here at once.
Emma left the game room for now, moving on to the second door. Excited for what she was about to find, she stepped in enthusiastically, then frowned at the general boringness of it. It was a simple office setting, resembling a large cubical. A simple PC sat on the dull grey desk, with an ordinary office chair sitting in the middle of the room. I guess office fantasies are pretty common.
On to the third door on the right. She opened this one tentatively, but her mouth curled into a huge grin as she saw something she'd always dreamed of having: An entire room completely full of pillows of every shape and size. Holy shit, this is amazing! She threw the door fully open and performed an ungraceful frontflip directly into the pillows with a loud “WHOOO!” She was surprised by how far she sunk into them; the ground was clearly lower than the top layer. She leaned back with only her chest and head exposed.
She rolled around in the pillows for a time, keeping one hand on her mask to keep it in place but still greatly enjoying herself. Finally she leaned back and shut her eyes for a moment. Apparently that moment turned into many moments as she dozed off completely.
“-ink.” Emma blinked and yawned. “I SAID DRINK, SUBJECT,” Kay's voice came in loudly. Emma coughed and struggled to stand in the mass of pillows, climbing out of the room and sprinting back through the hall.
“Shit, sorry, Professor, I must have been knackered after my flight,” Emma called out before remembering she wasn't supposed to talk unless asked a question. She bit her lip and kept running, soon becoming aware of her bladder twinging slightly with each step. She made it to the living room and quickly downed her third bottle of water. Jesus, first I lump on the couch for half an hour watching telly and then I fall asleep. My viewers must think I'm the laziest girl ever. Better find something more active to do.
Emma jogged back into the hallway by the television and this time opened the first door on the left. As though the building itself had answered her thoughts, she stepped into a large gym room. Treadmills, elliptical machines, weights, stairmasters, every workout machine she could imagine. An iPod connected to a stereo sat close to the door, and she picked it up and flipped through the songs, finally settling on some Led. She jumped on a stationary bicycle and began pedaling, not bothering with any of the settings. The exercise woke her up quickly, and she smiled as she enjoyed the music and the motion. At least I'm dressed for it. She felt the satin panties, almost completely frictionless, sliding against her privates as she quickly rotated her legs. I need to buy some of these when I get out of here. I never thought knickers could feel so good. I'll certainly be able to afford them.
She closed her eyes and imagined that she was riding down a boardwalk next to the pacific ocean. This thought was violently interrupted however, as the mental image of the ocean made her bladder throb. Her legs locked up for a moment, but the pressure passed quickly and she kept pedaling, this time imagining a very dry desert. She kept on with her workout until the third chime, and Kay came in once more with her stoic command of “Drink.”
Emma sighed and stood, her legs wobbling. As she straightened up, her bladder felt heavy and pretty full without the distraction of the bike. She prodded her belly once, smiling as it still felt soft. Plenty of time. She fast-walked back to the living room and drank the last bottle she had on the table. I've had two liters to drink. I'm sure that's enough to really fill me up...not gonna be too long now. She placed the empty bottle back on the table and walked back to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out five bottles of water. She shoved one of them into her bra, gasping at how cold it was against her breasts. Two she squeezed with her elbows, and two she held in her hands. She waddled back to the game room, figuring she'd have a closer look at what fun there was to be had. She had never used an actual good gaming computer before, just her old laptop and her Xbox One, so she made her way to that first and dumped all the water on the desk. She sat in the large computer chair, leaning back and pulling herself in with her feet. She moved the mouse and the desktop immediately popped up on the monitor. It was completely covered in game shortcuts, and she loaded up Path of Exile – An RPG she had always wanted to play but wouldn't run on her laptop. She made a character, a handsome Duelist. She was having fun with it, noting how similar it was to Diablo 2. As she played, she felt her bladder filling up quickly. She crossed her legs but kept her focus on the game until she heard the fourth chime.
She was drinking before Kay could even tell her to, and then she returned to her game. She had to stop after fifteen more minutes though, as the pressure in her belly was real now and she couldn't do anything right in the game. She stood up and bent forwards, quickly pressing one hand into her privates. That's right, audience, it's about to get real. She walked over to one of the dartboards and grabbed all six darts; no need to play by threes while alone. Between crotch-grabs, she tossed a dart or two. She had experience with this from university, and she was glad to see she still had her skills even while fighting her bladder.
Soon she got bored with the darts and stepped out of the game room with her remaining four waters and opened the second door on the left of the hallway. She grinned as she stepped into a fully-decorated classroom, complete with at least twenty desks, chalkboard, bookshelves covered in seemingly real textbooks, and a large teacher's desk. There were even the obligatory 'Widespread Panic' stickers plastered to half the desks, a relic from the 90's and proof that schools rarely, if ever, replaced their equipment. The illusion was absolutely flawless. Schoolgirl fantasy...very common one.
Emma dropped her waters on the rearmost table, circled around to the front, and sat down in the teacher's chair. “Okay class, please open your textbooks to page three hundred and ninety four,” she said in a terrible American accent. She then stood and circled around, settling into a student's desk. She raised her hand. “But Teach, I gotta pee!” She giggled to herself and wiggled her butt into the chair. “Oh man, can't laugh or I really will wee,” she whispered. “Been alone for like two hours, already talking to myself. Not a good sign.” She stood again and slowly walked to a bookshelf, removing an anatomy textbook. She flipped around until she found the page about penises, giggling again. If there's one thing I've never been called, it's mature. She tossed the textbook and lay down on the teacher's desk, resting both of her hands on her now-bulging bladder. She pressed and prodded it, enjoying the sensations.
She was right before, the waistband of her tight panties really was pressing into her bulge. I'm not even allowed to take them off...just gotta put up with it. She continued playing with her bladder until she started to get really horny, then stood up. Going by what Dee did in her video, I suppose I'm allowed to masturbate as long as I don't expose myself. I can't get off properly through two layers though, better wait until I'm wearing something skimpier. She was about to open another textbook, this one about astronomy, when she heard the chime again.
“Oh no,” Emma breathed. She shuffled to her water bottles and sipped this one slowly. It felt like the new water was going directly to her bladder, although she knew it didn't work like that. The pressure increased greatly, but she just stiffened her legs and kept drinking. She set down the empty bottle when she finished, preparing to return to the living room to watch some mindless telly until she lost control. Right before she stood up, she heard another chime. Squinting, she looked up at the source of the sound, her arms held out inquisitively.
“Subject,” Kay's voice came in. “You have a custom request.”
Emma beamed, her shiny white teeth showing prominently. “What would you have me do, Professor?” Someone already likes me!
“My client would like you to go into the gym and perform some yoga,” Kay said.
“I'd be glad to,” Emma agreed happily. She grabbed her remaining waters and walked into the hall and through the door to her right. She dropped the bottles and walked to the large yoga mat that sat against the far wall of the room. She hadn't noticed before, but there was a small monitor in the corner next to the yoga mat. It displayed a sleek blonde woman in her underwear performing various poses, and Emma assumed she was to copy them. She moaned as she fell into a sitting position, her bladder strongly protesting even this simplest of motions.
She watched the woman on the screen as she lay on her back and lifted her right leg high, slowly bending it and pulling it back so her knee touched her breast. The words Wind Pose faded in on the bottom of the screen. Emma did her best to copy this pose, but despite her slender body, she was not the most flexible. She managed to raise her leg just fine, but pulling it back was a slow and awkward process. As she tried to force her leg as far up as it would go, she felt her thigh pressing against her bladder and she gasped and dropped her leg, holding herself tightly with her left hand.
The yoga woman had already moved onto the next pose. She was supporting her weight on her shoulder blades, and both of her legs raised up off the mat and folded up, her feet touching the mat above her head. The words Plow Pose now sat on the screen. “Fuckin' hell,” Emma hissed, but still she leaned back until she was balanced on her shoulders. She was surprised by how easy it was to lift her legs in this position, but as soon as they were pointed straight up her bladder began spasming hard.
“You can do it, Subject,” Kay's voice said suddenly. “Hold it in and just do it.”
“Yes, Professor,” Emma breathed. She closed her eyes tightly and forced her legs all the way back, her bladder hard against her thighs. She held the pose, breathing heavily as sweat started to form on her face. Finally, yoga woman unfolded herself and Emma quickly did the same, laying still for a moment with one hand on her bulging bladder and the other held against her privates. She moaned with each breath, her legs were shaking, but she was still completely dry. She slowly turned her head back to the screen, where the woman was now laying on her front.
Emma groaned long and desperately before rolling over, screaming into the mat as it pressed against her bulging belly. She looked up, tears forming in her eyes as she saw what the woman was doing. She was laying face-down on the mat, her hands held up and out like airplane wings and her legs raised upwards into the air. Her entire body weight was focused directly on her midsection. New words formed at the bottom of the screen: Full Locust Pose, it said. Emma pressed her face hard against the mat.
“I can't do it,” she whispered. “I'll pee, I'll wet myself right here.”
“No you will not,” Kay said. “You will perform the pose, and you will stay dry.”
Emma let out a low, long moan. “Look at it, all my weight, right on my bladder. I'm so full, there's no way-”
“I believe in you, Subject,” Kay interrupted. “Squeeze yourself shut, empty your mind, and perform the pose.”
Emma took in a gasp of air and held it, raising her arms up and out. Her legs came next, leaving the mat so slowly, so gingerly. As her knees went airborne, she felt her throbbing, rock-hard bladder compressing and pulsing. She locked in the pose, all her pee, backed by all her weight, held in by nothing more than her tired, straining kegel muscles. Her privates were on fire, the pressure waves so strong that she could feel them throughout her legs and chest. She began screaming. This release of emotions was the only thing that let her keep her wee hole shut for the remaining ten seconds until the yoga woman slowly dropped the pose and the screen went black.
Emma let out one final shout as she rolled over and went limp, the immense relief of her weight leaving her bladder feeling almost as good as an actual pee. “Fuck,” she whispered.
“You did a wonderful job, Subject,” Kay said softly. “My clients are very impressed.”
Emma just lay there breathing heavily for a moment. “Thank you, Professor,” she finally mumbled. “Christ, that last pose was naff. I can't believe I did that.”
Kay was silent. Emma stayed where she was, trying to regain control of her legs, when she heard the chime that she was already beginning to hate. “Drink,” Kay said. There was no hint of sympathy in her voice.
Emma groaned and forced herself to her feet. Her heavy, solid bladder settled and she held herself again, hobbling over to the entrance of the gym. She picked up a bottle, sitting on a weight bench and crossing her legs tightly. She barely had the strength left to open it, and she drank with a pained expression obvious even under her mask. It took her a long time to finish this bottle, almost five minutes, and every sip made her desperate need worse and worse. After two more minutes, she managed to stand up again and left the gym.
She dropped the thought of going back to the television, instead deciding to open the final door of this hallway, the one at the very end. She walked so slowly, unwilling to part her thighs even an inch. Her womanhood was so sensitive that she could feel every motion of the satin panties against it, tickling her labia with each step. She wanted so badly to tear off her clothes and have a toss, but she knew she had to fight the impulse for now. The waistband squeezed so tightly against her bladder. She looked down and pulled the front of her pajama pants out, groaning as she saw her melon-shaped bulge. Her panties were visibly cutting into her, and she reached in with one hand to shift them down past her vagina. This relieved the pressure a tiny bit, but when she tried walking she found it close to impossible with the binding fabric around her thighs. She sighed and pulled them back up, gasping slightly as the waistband resumed its assault on her bladder.
She kept walking, finally making it to the door. She gripped the knob, noticing that the door was made from aluminium, painted to appear wooden. It also had a tight seal around the edges. She shrugged and pushed it open, her nose immediately filling with a strong smell of chlorine. She scoffed out loud as she looked over an actual Olympic-size pool. Her amazement was immediately replaced by pain as her bladder responded very violently against this mass of water. She went stiff, holding her legs tightly closed and squeezing her hands into fists. Right as she was about to turn around and leave the pool room, she heard an electronic buzz from above.
Emma looked up, and a small tube appeared to be lowering itself down over the pool. She squinted at it, her mouth opening as a hard stream of water began spraying out of it and into the pool, creating a loud, echoing splatter.
“EVIL!” Emma shouted, rules be damned. “YOU'RE EVIL!” She spun around, wanting to run for her life, and nearly crashed into the door. It was closed. She pulled at the knob, but it wouldn't budge. An electronic keypad glowed blue, three words scrolling across its screen: FIND THE CODE.
“I guess I forgot to mention the traps,” Kay said in an innocent tone.
“I can't believe you've done this,” Emma stammered. Still, she knew that no words would put a stop to Kay's diabolical machinations. She had to find this code if she wanted to last longer than another minute, and she had to do that if she wanted as much money as she could possibly win. Desperately glancing around the room, she saw an empty lifeguard's chair against the opposite wall. She took one step and froze as she felt a spurt of wee burst out of her with no possible way of stopping it. It soaked through her incredibly thin panties instantly, and patting between her legs, she could even feel it through the pajama pants. Looking down, she was glad to see that the ground was still dry.
I can't leak, I absolutely can't let myself leak, every single milliliter is money lost. She groaned as she strained her kegels to their limit, focusing as hard as she could on blocking out the torrent of water spraying into the pool. Every step felt like an impossible task, every breath sent a pulse through her whole body. Holding herself wouldn't help anymore. She couldn't track how long it took her to reach the other side of the pool, but somehow she was standing next to the lifeguard's chair. She looked all around the base, seeing nothing. But the lifeguard's chair was the only object in the entire room. The code had to be here. It had to be on top. She had to climb.
Whinging about it would only serve to waste time. She reached up and grasped one of the wooden planks, placing her foot on the one below. As if knowing what she was about to attempt, her bladder pushed out another tiny spurt. She clenched with everything that she had, feeling the dribble of liquid sliding down her inner thigh under her pants. She had no choice but to continue on, pulling herself up one plank at a time as her body stood on the very edge of failing her. Somehow, against all odds, her head poked up over the seat. There, written clearly in red against the white wood: PART ONE OF TWO: '74'
Part one. It took every ounce of Emma's wavering willpower not to give up on the spot. If I can make it out of this fucking room, I'll be able to wait longer. I know I will. Not much longer, but it's something. I can't quit now. I can't wee, I just can't wee. She nearly fell off the chair on the climb down, screaming out loud again from the pure effort of her hold. Looking around again, there was only one other point of interest in the room. A small door in the far corner.
Absent choice, she made her way towards it. Her body was completely coated in sweat, her breasts heaving and her face beet-red from strain. It felt like a trek across a country, reaching this door that was in reality just a couple dozen meters away from her. In time she reached it and stumbled through, finding herself in a very generic locker room. Said lockers lined the left wall, showers lining the right. In the back of the room sat what appeared to be a toilet stall, with the door closed. The one good thing was that being in this room muffled the sound of the flowing water. She made her way through the locker room, pulling open shower curtains on the way. No sign of the code. She tore open lockers, finding nothing as well. All that remained was the stall. She slowly pulled the door open, moaning loudly as she saw an actual toilet. Just sitting there. Staring at her. Taunting her.
She reached out a trembling hand and grasped the lid. Being this close to a toilet was nearly as torturous as the water in the pool room. She double-crossed her legs and exhaled as she opened the lid. As soon as she did, the toilet flushed. The sudden and unexpected sound assaulted her with the force of an Abrams M1A2 Main Battle Tank, and she stumbled back as a third spurt of wee soaked into her pants, the wet spot now clearly visible. As the water flowed down into the pipes, she spotted it on the inside of the toilet lid: PART TWO OF TWO: '31'
She actually felt new fuel being added to her empty tank of willpower, and despite everything she was able to walk normally out of the locker room. She made it to the door, pounded in '7431', and barged out of the pool room, slamming the door behind her.
Now that everything was silent, so quietly, so suppressed, she heard Kay's voice whisper “Incredible...”
Emma doubted that she even meant for that to be heard, so she didn't bother responding. She didn't know if she could stay polite if she tried; she was seriously brassed off at Kay's antics. Still, her earth-shattering horniness had not subsided even after all of this. She leaned back against the door and slid down onto her butt, fighting the urge to touch herself nearly as hard as she fought the urge to empty her bladder. She stayed there, gasping and moaning as the sensations took her over. How can something hurt so badly and feel so wonderful at the same time? Fifteen minutes she sat there, teetering on the edge of a hands-free orgasm, caused by the pressure alone. She rocked her hips, feeling her bladder slosh around with the motion. She moaned again, closing her eyes. Her nipples were so hard that they showed even through the thick cotton sports bra, and she gently brushed her fingers over them.
She felt the surges in her privates, the kind that told her she was about to have the greatest orgasm of her life, when her ears picked up the chime.
“Drink,” Kay whispered.
Emma ignored her. She thrusted her pelvis out and shouted in pleasure as she came, her whole body shaking and her panties filling with her sex. The weight of her bladder tormented her, but the pleasure was stronger even than her desperation. She had no control over her motions as her legs kicked out and her chest heaved, and she could swear that she came again before she regained sense.
“You have to drink, Subject...” Kay repeated softly. Emma thought she might have imagined it, but she could detect a hint of breathy pleasure in Kay's voice. The thought that Kay might be getting off to the sight of her pushed Emma to stand. It was the hardest thing she had ever done, but she made it to her feet and returned to the gym where her water bottles were still waiting. She picked one up and grasped the lid. She couldn't turn it. It was just an ordinary bottle of water, but her body had already surpassed whatever limit it could be reasonably expected to have. She had no strength left, everything focused on the tsunami brewing between her legs. She tried again, but the moment she put the slightest bit of effort into it, she was finished.
Her privates were so numb and exhausted that she actually heard it before she felt it. “What...” The hiss filled her ears and she looked down to see her pink pajama pants darkening quickly, the unstoppable flood soaking down the insides of both her legs. She felt the warmth on her feet, and now that the dam was broken, the flow increased fivefold. It burst from the crotch of her pants, splattering onto the floor of the gym. She felt it streaming down her thighs, heard it flowing all around her, saw it erupting through the cotton. The unfathomable relief was all she could think about, every emotion suppressed by this primal, indescribable feeling. Her legs were going limp so she sat down on the nearest weight bench, and her wee puddled around her butt and flowed from the leather like a waterfall.
She felt her belly, surprised that her bladder still felt solid after all she had already let out. She pressed both fists against it, moaning as the force and volume increased. The puddle spread far and wide, reaching the nearby walls. Thirty seconds later, it reached the stereo – And the iPod that was laying on the floor. Oh well, I'm pretty sure that Kay can afford a new one. Another thirty seconds passed when her pressure-washer of a peehole finally began to calm down. The waterfall shrunk to a small stream and eventually declined to a slow drip. Spurts of wee still pulsed out of her periodically for another few seconds, but then it finally ceased.
She just looked at her incredible puddle, watching, waiting, and she grinned as it began to vanish, sinking into the floor itself. It really was a strange sight. She kept waiting, just basking in her relief, and she looked up as she heard a different type of chime. “Twelve hundred and ninety seven milliliters,” Kay purred. “You win the second-tier reward of three hundred thousand dollars. Subject, I know that you did not know of this...activity...before you came here. The 'average' maximum bladder capacity of most adults is about six hundred milliliters. You doubled that. It isn't the largest I've seen by far, but it is astonishing for one of your very first holds.”
“I'm honored that I was able to impress you, Professor,” Emma panted.
“You may shower now,” Kay said. “And you have two hours until you must drink again. Prepare yourself...this was only the very beginning.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Edited December 12, 2016 by Bulge_Lover
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I HAVE RETURNED! This is a LONG one, people. I've been slowly working on this for a couple weeks now and I had no idea just how long it was getting. Anyway, please enjoy!
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Part Six-
Emma's legs felt so weak as she slowly made her way up the stairs. Her thighs felt so wet and warm, and she left little footprints of pee with each step. She gently pressed into her now-soft bladder, amazed at how far it managed to expand. At the top of the stairs she turned into the bedroom, stopping when she heard yet another chime. “Please remove your clothing and stash all articles under the bed before you enter the bathing room,” Kay said. “Also, I've decided that you may speak freely from this point on. My clients are saying they really love your voice and don't mind you talking to me. I put it to a vote on my website, not a single person objected.”
Emma smiled. She loved talking to Kay...and she loved teasing her. “Sounds good to me.” She quickly tore off the tight sports bra, exhaling happily as her breasts fell free. She drop-kicked the bra under the bed and slid down the soaked pajama pants next. She hesitated to remove her panties, not due to any sort of shame, but because they were just so comfortable. Not only did the fabric itself feel almost magical, but the crotch, soaked with warm pee, clung to her body. It was wonderful. “Professor, you've got to tell me where you got these knickers, they feel like I'm wearing an actual rainbow.”
She heard Kay chuckle softly. “They are quite unique, aren't they? They're the only kind I wear, myself. Unfortunately, I had them custom-made along with much of the other clothing you may be wearing this week. You can't buy a pack of them at a Victoria's Secret.”
“You'll send me home with some then, right?” Emma begged. “Preferably a size larger...”
“I'll see what I can do,” Kay answered.
“Lookin' forward to it,” Emma mumbled as she unwillingly slid the panties down her slender legs and kicked them under the bed along with the pants. She stood there completely naked and exhaled again, her privates still tingling. Knowing she had better shower quickly if she wanted any time to relax before her next drink, she took off into the bathing room and hopped into the massive shower. She noticed that where the knob would usually be was an electronic keypad instead, similar to the one in the pool room. “This better not be another trap,” Emma threatened.
“No traps in the bedroom or shower,” Kay answered humorously. “I promise. This keypad is only used for the settings of the shower, and that green button there opens the door to the dungeon scene and exit. Oh, by the way, you're allowed to remove the mask in the shower. Your face will be blurred. Make sure you put it back on before you leave the bathing room though.”
Emma nodded and removed the mask, tossing it unceremoniously over the shower door, then she pursed her lips and looked over the keypad. It took her nearly five minutes to figure out how to work it, Kay being exceedingly unhelpful just for the fun of it. Soon enough though, she was purring in delight as she stood in a perfectly warm rainstorm, water spraying down on her naked body from all directions.
Despite the fact that she had just wet herself with the intensity of a tsunami, she felt the need to pee strike her hard. She crossed her legs tightly and moaned, knowing it was just the sound and feel of the water rather than an actual full bladder. “Oh, I get that way too,” Kay breathed. “The sight of water makes me feel desperate, even if I just went. Remember though, no reward for peeing in there.”
“Yeah, I'm aware,” Emma groaned. She stood still for a minute, and the sudden sharp pressure faded away once her body got used to the water. She quickly soaped up a washcloth and went over her whole body with it, focusing between her thighs at the end. She didn't bother washing her hair as she had done so that same morning. After another couple minutes just enjoying the shower, she turned it off with a press of the glowing red 'OFF' button on the keypad. She violently shook her hair like a dog before stepping out of the shower, then quickly dried herself off with a large green towel.
“Your new clothes are in the same drawer,” Kay said. “Don't forget your mask.”
Emma bent down and picked up the mask, sliding it over her damp hair before she stepped out into the bedroom. She strode to the drawer and pulled it open, examining the clothing inside. An ordinary dark purple tank-top, matching cotton panties, a black knife-pleated skirt, and a pair of black sneakers with ankle socks. “Going preppy today, I see,” Emma chirped. She pulled the panties on first, these ones the proper size for her, although altogether slightly less comfortable. The skirt came on next, then the socks and sneakers. Her breasts still out, she peered into the back of the drawer. “No bra for me today, eh?”
“Looks like it,” Kay said.
“Fine with me, just please don't make me get on a treadmill,” Emma joked. “Any special requests for today?”
“Yes, actually. I was just about to tell you. This is a new one...a client would like you sit on the couch in the living room, and I quote, 'Watch the entirety of the extended edition of Fellowship of the Ring without getting up from the couch until the credits end, no matter what. Also, she can't just pull her panties aside and pee off the couch, or hang her butt off the seat. If she can't hold it through the movie, she has to pee on the couch.' Does that sound like something you would like to do?”
Emma blinked. “Well, I love me some Lord of the Rings, but that's about four hours. And let me guess, I don't get paid if I wee on the couch?”
“You get paid for whatever hits the floor. You can't use any tricky tricks to pee off the couch, so you'd be paid for whatever soaks completely through it. And that wouldn't be much, if any.”
Emma sighed. “Fuck it, sign me up. I'm starving to death though, I can grab some food first, right? Oh, and a bunch of water bottles.”
Kay giggled uncharacteristically. “Snacks and enough water have already been placed on the coffee table in front of the couch. I anticipated that you would agree to this, you nerd.”
Emma snorted and covered her face with her hands. “You're horrible,” she squealed, trying not to pee herself just from laughing so hard. “Bloody hell, alright, I'm going.” Emma panted as she regained her composure and left the bedroom.
“Remember, you have a little less than an hour and a half until you must drink,” Kay said. “Also, it's six in the afternoon, so you have six hours until your nighttime respite. If I were you, I would try my absolute best not to pee until as close to midnight as possible, so you may sleep peacefully without a bursting bladder.”
“Oh, I'm havin' a wee right before I go to sleep no matter what, money be damned,” Emma stated rebelliously. “No way I'm going to risk losing a night's rest in this crazy place.”
“You seem to forget the rules, subject,” Kay whispered menacingly. “You are not allowed to urinate. When it comes out, it must be caused by the absolute physical failure of your body. If you attempt to relieve yourself of your own volition, you will be...punished.”
Emma blinked. “What's that supposed to mean? I lose money? I get kicked out?”
Emma could hear Kay breathing softly into the microphone. She could imagine the woman leaning over whatever console she was on, an evil grin plastered across her masked face. “If you don't want to find out, you'd better keep a very tight hold on that beautiful bladder of yours.”
Emma stayed silent as she descended the stairs and threw herself over the back of the couch. She barely finished snuggling into the soft fabric before the television blinked on by itself. “I amar prestar aen. The world is changed.”
“Wow, just jumps right in there, eh?” Emma mumbled as she leaned forwards. She looked over the table as Galadriel continued her monologue. Beaming at all the snacks that were laid out for her, she reached into the pile and took a wedge of triple crème brie, a cheese knife, and a stack of some fancy-looking crackers with nori flakes baked into them.
And so time passed. An hour into the movie, Emma already had to pee. She hadn't even taken any water despite the salty crackers, but she knew that there was still more flowing into her bladder from all she drank before. It wasn't bad yet, just a tingle in her core. She ignored it, (what choice did she have,) and kept her focus on the movie as she picked up a chocolate-dipped banana and bit into it. Just as the newly-formed Fellowship was leaving Rivendell, and much to her dismay, she finally heard the chime.
“Your two hour respite is over, subject,” Kay said. “Drink.”
Emma sighed and twisted open a bottle of water. She sipped it slowly as the movie continued on, but her bladder was filling fast now. She bounced her legs up and down, leaning back and prodding her belly. It was thankfully still soft, but she knew that wouldn't last very long. As she glanced around the room, she noticed a small black circle embedded into the wood on the table in front of her, right between her legs. She leaned in, staring at it with a squint.
“It's a camera, subject,” Kay said quickly as Emma reached in to poke it. “Please don't touch it.”
“Ah, I should have known,” Emma muttered. “It's looking right up my skirt, isn't it?”
“Indeed,” Kay purred.
“Well I'm not bothered,” Emma yawned. She leaned back again and opened her legs, pulling up her skirt slightly. “Might as well give a good show before I have to cross them. Won't be long now.”
“Speaking of which...drink,” Kay stated.
Emma cursed, realizing she hadn't even finished the first bottle. She pounded the remaining hundred milliliters or so and quickly opened another. She felt full, just your basic 'could really use a wee' feeling. Not desperate yet, and she felt confident as the Fellowship entered the Mines of Moria.
That confidence had gone down like the Hindenburg by the time Gandalf fell. Another half an hour had passed, and another bottle of water. She was finally forced to cross her legs tightly, and she laid down on the couch. Her bladder was hard to the touch now, not rock-solid, but visible and growing quickly. She pushed the waistband of her skirt down under it, stopping just above her vagina.
“Subject,” Kay said softly. “You still have a long way to go, and you already look pretty full. How are you feeling?”
“I think I'm alright,” Emma answered. “There's a lot of pressure, but it's just dull. Bladder is pretty hard, too.”
“Do you think you'll be able to hold it until bedtime?”
Emma furrowed her brow. There was more than three hours left until midnight - and it would mean another liter and a half of water. “I really don't know, Professor. I will try as hard as I can...but I already really need to wee.”
“Do your best, subject. I believe in you.”
Emma smiled and felt herself blush. She refocused on the movie as Frodo left Lothlórien, and it was time for Boromir's betrayal when she heard the chime again and forced herself to drink yet another five hundred milliliters of water. It only took a few minutes after before she felt the need to hold herself. She pressed her left hand hard between her legs, feeling her labia through the thin purple panties. She had no idea how she had lasted this long already – It had been hours since she wet herself in the gym, and she had two fresh liters of water joining all she had drank before. Not only was she still dry, but she still wasn't bursting. The pressure was so great now, but she still wasn't on the verge of leaking. Maybe it's because I'm focused on watching a movie I love, or maybe my bladder is actually getting larger from all this holding...
She rolled onto her back, sliding her right hand away from her womanhood. She looked down and slowly pulled her shirt up, stopping just under her breasts. Her belly was protruding inches past its normal location. She rested both hands on the bulge, now completely solid, and caressed it gently. She enjoyed the sensations so much, each brush of her skin sent shivers down her spine.
“Stay like that,” Kay said suddenly. “The clients are loving the side-on view of your bulging bladder.”
“I bet you are too,” Emma breathed. Kay stayed silent. The girl arched her back so her belly stuck out even further. “Look at all that wee, begging to get out...”
“I'm very impressed by this hold so far,” Kay said. “You've had so much to drink today, I honestly thought you wouldn't make it through the movie but you don't even look to be near your limit yet.”
“I have to go really bloody badly,” Emma exhaled. “You're right though, I do think I have some time left.”
“Well, I will leave you alone for now...enjoy the rest of the film.”
Emma turned her head back to the screen, leaving her bladder and panties exposed. She hadn't even noticed the battle at Amon Hen had begun.
Half an hour and another bottle of water later, the movie had ended and the credits began to roll. And now Emma was desperate. She had sat back up despite the perfect view of her bladder the camera in the table had, and she folded her legs again, pressing both hands against herself. She was still dry, but she knew that wouldn't last. She just had to get through the absurdly long credits before she could move from the couch, and then she had to do whatever she could to hold on until as close to midnight as possible. Minutes passed as she squirmed in her seat, and just as the screen finally went black, she felt her fingers dampen as a tiny spurt filled her panties.
Emma yelped and stood, yelling out as the motion caused the intense pressure to increase. Two tiny drops of wee fell onto the floor in front of the couch, but she kept the rest inside of her.
“Ooh, you're leaking!” Kay chittered.
“I'm fine,” Emma gasped. “Just a tiny drip when I stood up...”
“You did an amazing job lasting through the movie. I had no idea it was so long before I started playing it. I was expecting maybe two and a half hours when I got the request from the client, not close to four.”
“I can't believe I made it,” Emma said. “I'm so desperate now though...I really don't think I'll last until midnight. I want to sleep, not lay there holding myself all night...”
“Listen, subject,” Kay said in what sounded like a legitimately concerned and empathetic voice. “Your job is to hold yourself to your physical limit, above anything else. If you ever need some help, let me know.”
“What kind of help?” Emma asked tentatively.
“Anything you would like. Some girls just take a bit of advice, some like a little company. If you want, I could send Dee in there. She would just stay with you and encourage you to hold, for as long as you would like. Watch television with you, play games with you...even sleep with you, should you desire it. Anything at all to help you hold it in.”
Emma thought for a moment. She did feel a little lonely in here, even with Kay talking openly to her now. Yet she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit embarrassed at the idea of having another person so close to her while she was so desperate and vulnerable. “You know what...go ahead and send her in. I would enjoy some company.”
“Of course. One moment.”
Emma stood and waited. She rocked her hips back and forth, keeping one hand pressed tightly against her womanhood. A minute later, she heard footsteps descending the stairs behind her. She turned and saw the woman drop off the bottom step. She was wearing only a light green T-shirt and red satin panties, along with the same dark green masquerade mask she wore in the video Emma had watched in the limousine. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her face looked strained but also pleased. “Oh...hello,” Dee said in a surprised tone when she spotted Emma. “Fancy seeing you here. What's going on?”
Emma shrugged as best she could with both hands planted firmly in her crotch. “The Professor said she would send you in here if I wanted some company. Did she not tell you this?”
“Nope,” Dee stated. “I was just filming in another part of the complex when she told me to come here. I didn't even know you were already on camera. You already look pretty damn desperate, too.”
“Oh, I am,” Emma moaned. “She told me that you would stay near me and help me hold it.”
“That wasn't the whole truth,” Kay butted in over the loudspeakers. “You two are going to be helping each other. Dee is a very experienced holder, so she might not look like it, but she's had over three liters of water today and she hasn't had a pee since before she left for the airport this morning.”
“It's true,” Dee said, smiling under her mask. “I'm quite desperate. That's why I'm sweating so much...” She lifted up her shirt slightly, revealing a bulging bladder larger even than Emma's.
Kay spoke again now. “You're both going to encourage each other to hold. You're going to stay together and do whatever you can to make sure the other does not pee. To ensure that you both try your hardest, the rewards at the end of your holds will be doubled. The catch is that said reward will be paid to the other woman. The more she holds, the more you get paid. I expect to see both of you surpass your limits tonight, subjects. Good luck.”
“She's tricky, isn't she?” Emma mumbled.
“You haven't seen anything yet,” Dee sighed. “So, what name did she give you?”
“I'm Emma now,” she answered.
“Ooh, that's cute. Anyway, I need you to be honest with me. How are you doing?”
Emma frowned and squirmed. “I'm really desperate. She just had me watch an almost four hour long movie. I really want to hold it until as close to midnight as possible so I can sleep without a full bladder, but with how I feel now I don't think I'll make it.”
Dee reached out and held Emma's shoulder. “I'll help you, and you help me, okay?”
Emma smiled. “Okay. You don't even look desperate though, I don't know how much I'll be able to help you if you're that strong...”
Dee took a step in and slid her hand down Emma's arm. She pulled slightly, and Emma retracted her iron grip on her crotch. Dee guided Emma's hand to her own belly. “Feel,” she told the redhead. Emma gently tried to press in on Dee's bladder. It wouldn't give even a centimeter, it was absolutely rock-hard. Next, Dee slowly moved Emma's hand down over her panties. Emma blushed beet-red now. She had never had any sexual contact with another woman before. Still, she touched Dee through the barely-there material, feeling a dampness that was still warm. “I leaked a little when I came down the stairs. I really am bursting. I've just kind of learned not to show it over the years.”
Emma stayed close to the other woman, despite her embarrassment. “Don't the viewers like seeing us squirm and hold ourselves?”
“There's thousands of videos of that kind of thing around the internet,” Dee said. “Anyone who wants to see that can just google 'Girl needs to pee' and find plenty of it. The thing is, any girl can hold her pussy and wiggle her butt, even with a completely empty bladder. The viewers of the Professor's content want true, absolute desperation that literally pushes biology to its limit. This is mostly displayed in our bulging bladders and the length of our pees, as well as the quantity measured at the end. It's very specialized, no other producer forces his girls to withstand such pain. That's why the Professor has to operate outside the law, with the masks and codenames and whatnot. She can't be bothered with such petty concerns as 'ethics' and 'human rights,' you see.”
Emma couldn't help but laugh at this. “It's not like we're prisoners, right? I could walk out of here any time if I wanted to, I hope?”
“Of course, but the trick is that labor laws dictate that any employee must be given bathroom breaks without docking the employee's pay. If we were to have a piss of our own accord, we wouldn't see a cent. There are quite a few people who make amateur videos where they honesty hold to their limits, but they're most often terrible quality, bad lighting, shitty camera angles, ect. The Professor also makes sure she brings in only the most beautiful women she can find.”
“Yeah, I guess I get it,” Emma exhaled. “Anyway, what would you like to do?”
Dee shrugged. “Shoot some pool?”
“Works for me,” Emma said. The two desperate girls made their way to the game room, Dee walking almost normally except for a few grunts. Emma, however, had to stop every few feet to hold herself.
“You know that doesn't really help,” Dee said. “It's all in your mind. Pushing on your girl bits does nothing to keep the pee in. When you're almost leaking and it gets to your peehole, you might be able to physically restrain it for a bit, but it's not going anywhere else but out. Actually, when you lean forwards like that, your spine is putting extra pressure on your bladder. If you can block out the mental urge to hold yourself, you'll last a lot longer in the end.”
Emma nodded slowly and tried to stand straight. She slowly removed her hands and dropped her arms to her sides. “It feels so much worse when I let go...”
“All in your head,” Dee said adamantly. “I don't want you to hold yourself anymore, you need the training. Focus your willpower and just don't fuckin' pee.”
“I'll try as hard as I can,” Emma breathed desperately.
“Good. Also, I see you have your skirt pulled down right over your vag. This is wrong.” She turned around and reached out quickly, grabbing the waistband of Emma's skirt and pulling it up. Emma gasped and cursed as Dee forced it over her bulge, bringing it almost halfway up her body. “You want the elastic above your bladder. You're thinner at the waist than at the hips, see how it's only resting there now instead of holding to your body with friction? Unfortunately that only works with skirts.”
Emma giggled softly. “It does work. I think you can see my knickers straight-on now though...”
Dee glanced down. Sure enough, the crotch of Emma's purple panties was now visible under the short skirt. “Ah, who cares,” Dee shrugged. “Come on, let's play.”
Eventually they made it to the game room. Dee strode around the table and handed Emma a cue, then took one for herself. “Ever play pool before?”
“Yeah, a bit, at University. I was alright at it,” Emma answered.
“I'm about 'alright' as well. Just be careful not to lean your bladder on the table, no-”
Chime - “Drink.”
Dee sighed. “Yes, Professor.”
“Shit, we forgot to bring water,” Emma mumbled.
“You didn't notice? There's a minifridge built into the wall next to the desk.”
Emma glanced over, frowning at the wall. Sure enough, there was a silver handle protruding from it, near the floor. It blended in perfectly.
“I'll get it,” Dee chirped. She walked over and pulled it open. Inside was a row of water and a row of various snacks. She grabbed two waters, tossing one to Emma and opening her own. They drank slowly, both moaning and gasping with each sip. When they finished, Dee tossed the bottles unceremoniously under the desk. “Alright, NOW let's play.”
And so they played. Emma lost herself in the game, landing some shots and missing just as many. They played three rounds, Emma winning one and losing two. By that time, another half an hour passed. This was signaled by another chime and Kay's “Drink” command.
“Dee, I'm really not doing good here,” Emma panted. “I really feel like I'm going to start leaking soon.”
“Don't you dare,” Dee ordered as she retrieved two more water bottles. “Every drop that comes out of there now is money lost for me. Since I learned of this new rule, I haven't let anything out. I expect you to show me the same respect.”
“It hurts so badly,” Emma whined. “The pressure is so strong. Please, let me hold myself.”
"No," Dee almost shouted. “I'm to help you hold it in as long as you can, and I'm telling you that holding yourself will only limit your capacity. Keep your back straight and your legs uncrossed.”
“Fuck, you're barmy if you think I can last like this,” Emma groaned. “I know my own body, and I need to hold myself.”
Dee sighed. She walked over to Emma and hugged her gently, making sure their bladders didn't press together. “Listen, Red. I've been doing this for years. I know every trick in the book when it comes to the act of not peeing. You may think you understand, but this kind of thing is completely new to you. You've never experienced anything like this. Please, trust me, do as I say. You'll be astonished at how much you can hold if you follow my advice.”
Emma moaned at the warmth of Dee's body. “Okay, Dee. I'll listen to you. If I wet myself early though, it's your own fault.”
Dee smiled and stepped back, handing Emma one of the water bottles. “Come on, we're going to the bedroom.”
“Sure,” Emma agreed. She got the bottle open and drank as they began to walk. It was now noticeable that Dee was having trouble moving. Her legs were stiff and she walked like a cartoonish version of Frankenstein, her fists clenched at her sides. Emma tried to mimic her stride, fighting every second not to instinctively hold herself. “How the hell are we going to make it up the stairs?” she groaned as they reached the living room.
“Slowly and gently,” Dee said. “Keep your legs a bit apart and lean back a little when you step up so your thighs don't touch your bladder.”
Dee led by example as she performed a hilariously stupid-looking duckwalk up the stairs. Emma would have been laughing her arse off if she didn't know it would cause her to soak her knickers right there. Instead she just pursed her lips and started her ascent. Even with her taking every precaution, every step still sent desperate pulses across her sweat-coated body. It took her almost two minutes to reach the top of the short staircase, and Dee reached out to help her up the last step. Dee finished off her water and tossed the bottle, but Emma was barely half way through it.
“Emma, you need to finish that,” Dee said softly.
“I know, but...oh, I'm so desperate. I can barely bring myself to take another sip. It hurts...I'm so full...”
Dee took Emma's hand again and guided the bottle towards her mouth. “Drink, we're almost done, you can do it. It's just a full bladder, the pain is nothing to be afraid of.”
Emma nodded and opened her mouth, drinking the remainder of the water in one long sip, then she set the bottle on the banister at the top of the staircase. She took one step towards the bed, then froze. “Dee, I'm leaking,” she moaned. “Oh my god, it's coming out.”
Dee looked down between Emma's legs. Sure enough, the crotch of her panties was soaked through and small drops were falling onto the floor. Dee grabbed Emma's shoulders and gave her a gentle shake. “Please, stop it now, you are not finished yet. We still have half an hour until midnight.”
“I can't stop it,” Emma cried. A tear formed in the corner of her eye. “I'm sorry, Dee, I just can't stop.”
“Yes you can,” Dee hissed. “Just don't pee, imagine that your bladder has no exit, that you couldn't pee even if you wanted to. You just have to take the pressure, you just have to deal with it.”
Emma moaned loudly, opening her mouth wide and squeezing her eyes shut. Dee watched two more drops fall from Emma's panties, and then they stopped. The poor girl was shaking all over, her eyes wet and her chest heaving.
Emma kept her eyes shut as she stood in place, and she felt Dee pushing her gently. Soon the back of her knees were resting against the edge of the bed, and she felt Dee's hands on her hips, slowly lowering her down onto the mattress. Her whole body was strained to its absolute limit. Her privates felt hot as fire, the pressure causing a warmth all across her. Dee had taken Emma's hand again and navigated it between her legs. “I want you to touch me,” Dee whispered right into her ear.
Even as desperate and turned on as she was, the little bit of shame Emma had left began to flare up. “Hey,” she gasped. “What are you doing, I'm not...I don't...”
“Say it,” Dee interrupted. Her face pressed into Emma's neck as she somehow leaned forwards despite her bulging bladder. “If you don't want this, all you have to do is say it. One word. Just say 'Stop' and I'll let go of you right this second.”
Emma said nothing. She turned her hand palm-up as Dee stood straight and spread her legs slightly, pushing her pelvis out towards Emma's head. She could feel Dee's trembling labia in detail through the incredibly thin fabric, all the bumps and folds that made up her sex.
“You've never been with a woman before, have you?” Dee asked softly.
“No,” Emma breathed.
“How does it feel?”
“Soft,” she moaned as she continued to stroke Dee's trembling skin.
“I want you to focus on my body,” Dee said. “Don't even think about your need to pee, just focus entirely on me. Don't let yourself feel weird that I'm a girl. Keep your mind on how I react to your touch. Just lose yourself in this moment.” Emma placed her thumb against Dee's clit, gently brushing it through the panties. The blonde girl threw her head back and gasped, reaching out to embrace Emma around her neck. She felt herself be pulled in, her face pressed against Dee's iron bladder. Her skin was so warm, so hard, so smooth.
Dee was so lost in her pleasure that she didn't even care about the extra pressure. In fact, she greatly enjoyed it. “It feels so good,” she moaned.
Emma couldn't help herself. She turned her head slightly and kissed Dee's bladder, then she gave it a gentle lick. The woman let out another quivering moan, then gasped as her legs went limp from the pleasure. She nearly fell on top of Emma, and then they were both laying in bed, kissing each other, each with one hand in the other's panties.
“You know,” Dee managed between snogs. “If we wet the bed, it will all be absorbed in the mattress.”
“I don't care,” Emma moaned as she pulled Dee's shirt up, kissing and licking her breast the best she could without removing her red lace bra.
“I do,” Dee exhaled. “I drank so much today, more than four liters now I think. When I pee, I'm positive it's going to break my previous record. It's not about the money, I just want to know.”
“I guess I do too,” Emma responded. And then she felt Dee press harder into her crotch. So hard that it actually hurt. Not only this, Emma felt the blonde woman grasping the skin of her labia, squeezing each side together with great strength.
“Then brace yourself, it's happening,” Dee whispered suddenly.
“Wha-” Emma shrieked as Dee wrapped her free arm around Emma's shoulders and rolled backwards, causing both of them to tumble off the bed. If not for Dee's hold on her womanhood, Emma would have absolutely burst from the sudden shock. The moment they hit the floor, Emma felt steaming hot liquid soaking into her shirt and panties. Dee had lost control.
Emma looked down to see the light yellow pee exploding from the crotch of Dee's red panties, flowing up over her body and spreading out across the floor with incredible speed. Still, Dee would not release Emma's vagina. “You have to keep holding,” Dee moaned as her waters kept spraying out of her. “If we do it at the same time, it will mix the results. The Professor won't be able to tell who peed what, and she'll probably just cut the reward in half and pay us equally. You can't go until mine is measured in three minutes.”
Emma nuzzled her face right between Dee's breasts. “I've already lost voluntary control,” she said. “The only thing stopping me is your hand. It hurts, but please don't let go of me.”
“I won't.” Emma was absolutely soaked now, and it felt so warm. She couldn't take her eyes off of Dee's panties as the waterfall kept shooting out. The pressure was so great that the panties did next to nothing to stop it, her stream shooting out nearly three feet. Emma took one of her hands and placed it over Dee's crotch, feeling the liquid flowing through her fingers. She resumed stroking Dee's clit, and the woman began shaking as she moaned. It took less than ten seconds for her to reach orgasm. Her whole body, except for the hand that held Emma shut, was completely limp now. Emma placed her other hand on Dee's bladder and pushed in hard, smiling as the new pressure turned the flow into an absolute tidal wave. She just kept peeing her unending stream, her chest heaving, her mouth wide open in pleasure. Emma was almost certain that three minutes had to have passed already, and Dee just kept going. Still, Kay said nothing.
Meanwhile, the pain and pressure in Emma's own body was peaking. She felt her bladder trying over and over again to empty itself, physically feeling each potential spurt blocked by Dee's hand. It was an intense and unprecedented feeling for her, knowing that she was effectively wetting herself, but without the slightest bit of relief. Everything about it felt wrong, but still she wallowed in the sensitivity of it, letting herself enjoy every ounce of her desperate agony.
She had no idea how much time had passed when Dee finally ran empty.
They kissed again, and the pressure grew even more intense as Emma saw the puddle that coated the floor of the entire room begin to vanish. It took ten seconds to disappear completely, and when it did, Dee still would not release her hold on Emma. They just waited and waited, until...
“Nineteen hundred and eighty six milliliters,” Kay said. “A new record by one hundred and twenty three milliliters.
Dee exhaled, her face appearing disappointed. “I couldn't break two liters,” she mumbled.
“Are you kidding?” Emma purred. “You're absolutely incredible.”
“I...I was hoping to rival the Professor,” she whispered sadly.
“She can hold more than that?”
This made Dee smile, although her eyes were still sad. “You have no idea...none at all... Anyway, good luck to you.”
Without any more warning, Dee let go of Emma. Not even a millisecond passed before Emma turned into a human firehose, and she screamed in pure relief as her stream exploded halfway across the room. It soaked Dee's hand before she could even get it clear, multiple rivers flowing in various directions around the room. Dee got to her knees and bent over Emma, continuing to kiss her. She tried to stroke her, but the pressure of her pee physically pushed Dee's hand away. She refocused her attention to Emma's chest, her nipples hard as steel under the thin tanktop. She poked and kissed them, and Emma shivered and gasped as she reached the peak of her pleasure.
Emma turned her head to the side as she burst with a different sort of liquid, watching her pee line the walls and snake under the bed. She noticed that the clothes she had pushed under there earlier were gone. As she kept peeing, she felt like the pressure of it was matched with her breathing. The stream slowed as she inhaled and increased as she exhaled. “Push on my bladder,” she moaned. Dee gladly obliged, straightening up and pushing down on Emma's belly with both hands as though she was performing CPR. Emma giggled uncontrollably as the stream kept flying out of her in pulses, and she folded her legs up so it soaked her shoes, warming her feet.
“I'm impressed you have this much,” Dee whispered. “I guess I underestimated the new girl.”
“Looks like it...this is so much more than my first time in the gym.”
“You wet yourself in the gym earlier? Ugh, was it the yoga?”
Emma giggled again. “No. I had to do that, but I somehow lasted through it. Had my whole body supported on my bladder at one point, it was insane.”
“Yeah, one of the Professor's regular clients loves that. There are a few other things that happen all the time, but I don't think the Professor would be happy if I spoiled any of it.”
Emma leaned up for another kiss. “That's fine, I feel like it would be more fun to find out myself anyway.”
“Good girl,” Dee teased.
The two women stayed silent until Emma finally finished. Unlike Dee who had stopped rather suddenly, Emma finished with multiple spurts and trickles, all growing smaller with each one. As they lay there in the new puddle, they just held each other in a tight embrace. Soon enough, Emma's pee began to sink into the floor. They waited, the tension far less now that they both had their relief.
“Fifteen hundred and two milliliters,” Kay stated.
Emma jumped when Dee suddenly and loudly shrieked in happiness. “YOU DID IT! YOU BROKE THE THIRD MILESTONE! AND ONLY ON YOUR SECOND PEE!”
“Only by two milliliters,” Emma said softly. “I wouldn't have done it if you weren't physically holding me shut.”
Dee frowned. “Oh...you're probably right...Still, it's super impressive. Next time, I'm sure you'll get it without my help.”
“I hope so. That was just-”
“Girls,” Kay's voice interrupted. “That was a magnificent display from both of you. However, Emma, I do believe that you could have helped Dee last longer.”
“It's alright, Professor,” Dee chirped. “She's brand new at this. I felt like it would be more useful in the long run to help expand her capacity rather than focus on myself."
“Still, if she tried a bit harder, you could have broken two liters. If she held you shut the way you did to her...”
“I don't think she could manage the proper grip,” Dee laughed. “Gotta pinch off all the escape points. Vaginas are really squishy, the pee would just squirm around my vulva and shoot out the bottom. It took a lot of practice to figure out that trick.”
Kay exhaled a slight chuckle. “Yes, I suppose you're right. So now, please shower. It will be after midnight by the time you're done in there. Also, there's only clothes for Emma in the drawer, so if you would like to sleep together, Dee's going to be naked.”
“No problem there,” Dee said, beaming at Emma.
“Oh, Dee, when you wake up, please exit Emma's section of the complex through the shower door. I need you for another task.”
“Of course, Professor.”
“Thank you. Alright, girls. Have a good night.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Thoughts: I really hope everyone is enjoying this story. I know that a lot of people here aren't into sexual contact while desperate / wetting, but it's the biggest fetish of mine. Being so intimate with someone while both of our bodies are on the brink. I also know some people may not enjoy the long sections without much desperation. However, I'm building a whole lifestyle here in my head, and I feel that including the monotonous helps authenticate the world, if you know what I mean. That style isn't changing, for as long as this story lasts you'll be reading about the girls changing clothes, getting food, watching television, ect. Much like the clients watching live online in the story, as the readers, you get to see every moment of these women's lives in Kay's complex.
Edited December 30, 2016 by Bulge_Lover
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“You have an absolutely gorgeous body,” Dee said as Emma slid her soaked panties off and stepped into the shower. “I know I'm cute enough, but I have weird hips.” The blonde girl poked her hips, which did not appear 'weird' in any way.
“You're beautiful,” Emma assured her. “Everyone feels like there's something not perfect about themselves, but it's usually all in their head.”
Dee smiled, then turned to fiddle with the shower's digital settings. She obviously knew it well, because they were both enjoying the warm water within seconds. “So how do you like it here so far?”
Emma closed her eyes and leaned back against one of the shower walls. “I honestly can't even describe it. It still feels like a dream. To think that a place like this, that a woman like Kay, that any of this can exist...”
“I felt the same way too. I very nearly refused to call the number she gave me. I was bursting to pee but she just kept donating more and more money...eventually I caved and called the number and she made me drink water and hold it in until I wet my carpet. I put up a huge fight about it, I really didn't want to pee on the floor, but how could I turn down that kind of money? I was barely out of high school, my parents kicked me out of the house the second I turned eighteen because I'm an atheist, I had nothing. Kay quite literally saved my life, and showed me an entirely new world.”
Emma looked up, busy rinsing her inner thighs. “I can't say I had that much trouble before all this, but I understand what you mean. I was barely managing university, struggling to eat every day. I got lucky on my camsite, I had a few regulars who were really into red hair and would pay a lot just to watch me comb it and wash it, but they came and went. Heh...'came'...”
Dee playfully slapped Emma's shoulder. “Perv,” she giggled. “Ugh, my legs hurt from holding.” She leaned on a wall and slid onto her butt, halfheartedly scrubbing her chest. “I already feel like I need to pee again.”
“It's just the shower,” Emma shrugged.
“Yeah I know. Trying not to pee in the shower is almost harder than holding it when I'm actually desperate.”
“Maybe I can help,” Emma whispered. She dropped lightly to her knees and reached for Dee's crotch.
“Oy,” Kay's voice interrupted suddenly. “Focus up, subjects. There will be time for fun later. You both need rest. Get out of the shower and go to sleep.”
“Yes, mum,” Emma droned sardonically. Dee just sighed and stood up. She helped Emma to her feet, finished rinsing the soap off her legs, and turned off the shower.
The two women put their masks back on and left the bathing room. “Remember to put your clothes on, subject,” Kay said.
“Can't I just sleep naked and get them on in the morning?” Emma asked.
“No,” Kay answered simply. “Oh, Dee, I forgot to mention. You'll be on Stage L tomorrow.”
Emma furrowed her brow as Dee's face fell into a frown. “Really? Already?” Dee asked.
“Don't argue, the clients want it.”
Dee sighed and looked strangely at Emma. “Yes, Professor.”
“Good. Have a nice night, subjects,” Kay finished.
“What's all that about, then?” Emma asked, slightly concerned at the look on Dee's face.
“Doesn't matter,” Dee said. “Get your clothes on, I'm very tired.”
“Alright then,” Emma mumbled. She walked over to the dresser and pulled the drawer open, then sighed. She pulled out a pair of light-colored jean shorts. “Fuck's sake, I hate jeans. And they're gonna be torture when my bladder fills up.”
“Guess that's the whole point of it, eh?” Dee muttered.
“Yeah. Won't be hard to sleep either way, I'm knackered.” She looked back in the drawer, pulling out another pair of the wonderful satin panties, this time in light blue. “At least I get these,” she quipped, waving them over her head.
“Oh hell yes, I love those,” Dee moaned. “I have a good stash of them myself after living here for so long.”
Emma slid the panties on, then the jean shorts. She zipped and buttoned them, then looked back into the drawer to pull out a black leather belt. She literally never wore jeans, so she had next to no experience putting on belts. She fiddled with it for a minute before finally clasping it in place. She noticed that there were a number of big holes in the leather, larger than the ones for the clasp and all aligned with each other when the belt was on. She didn't know enough about belts to question this, so she went back to the drawer and took a light blue, very lacy push-up bra. She began to place it on her breasts, but Kay's voice spoke up again. “It's alright if you wait until morning for that. No woman should be forced to sleep in a bra.”
“Thank you, Professor,” Emma said with a smile. “Wait, what about the shirt?”
“Meh, don't worry about it,” Kay said. Emma shrugged and dropped the bra back in the drawer and jumped onto the bed. It was the softest, most comfortable bed she'd ever been on. She snuggled up against the wall and lifted the blanket up for Dee to crawl up next to her. The blonde woman laid on her back, staring at the ceiling.
“Good night, Emma,” Dee whispered. “And...good luck tomorrow...”
If she wasn't so tired, Emma might have heard the slight tone of warning in Dee's voice. However, it went unheard as Emma fell asleep within seconds.
Chime. Chime. Chime. Chime.
“Shit, yes, I'm up, can that noise before I throw a wobbler,” Emma groaned.
The chimes ceased. “Good morning, Subject,” Kay said happily.
“Bloody hell, I need to piss,” Emma responded. She double-crossed her legs and gasped. She had woken up completely desperate. It made sense; she had been drinking up until the moment she lost control. She had only peed one and a half liters, meaning that there were still over two liters slowly making its way to her bladder. She stayed in place for a time, her face held in a grimace. After about a minute, and after she had actually woken up a bit, the pressure died down to a somewhat manageable level. “I'm surprised I didn't wee the bed.”
“You wouldn't think so, but that's actually only happened four times since I started this whole thing. Without any existing issues, it's really difficult to actually urinate in your sleep.”
“Glad of it,” Emma said. She rolled over and sat up, finally noticing that Dee was gone. She stood and gasped again as her bladder throbbed hard. Her solid belly strained tightly against the unforgiving jean shorts. “Ugh, I'm really not gonna last too long this morning.”
“Get your bra and shirt on,” Kay ordered.
Emma stumbled to the dresser and got out the lacy bra, putting it on quickly. Next was a very cute white blouse that almost looked like something a pirate would wear, if that pirate were someone in a halloween costume who had no idea what a pirate actually looked like. “Gotta wee, god damn, these jeans...”
“If you're really that desperate already, you're in luck. A client would like you to remove your shorts and panties and urinate in a toilet like any ordinary woman. The reward for doing so will be five hundred thousand dollars.”
Emma blinked. “Er...”
“That's all,” Kay said. “You'll notice that a toilet now resides in the bathing room. It's been hidden behind a rotating wall, Scooby Doo style. All you need to do is remove your shorts and panties, sit down, and pee. Note that if you relieve yourself anywhere other than this toilet, you will not receive a cent of reward money for this pee, I promise you that. You are also not allowed to pee through your clothes. Also, be aware that the toilet in the locker room downstairs has been removed.”
Emma stepped into the bathing room. Sure enough, a perfectly ordinary toilet now sat against the back wall, right where the bathtub used to be. “Are...are you sure I'm supposed to do this?” Emma asked tentatively.
“Yep,” Kay chirped.
Emma shrugged and approached the toilet. The sight of it increased her desperation greatly, and she had to fight hard not to leak. She flipped the lid open and recoiled, as though she was expecting some sort of explosive. Nothing happened, and the toilet just sat there invitingly. “Well, alright then.” Emma reached for her belt. She gripped the leather and pulled. It didn't budge. Emma frowned and looked down. Her mouth fell open as she saw a small padlock, looped through those large holes in the leather of her belt. “I figured this was dodgy. That thing about 'Stage G,' that was some kind of code to make Dee do this to me, wasn't it? Alright, give me the gen, what am I supposed to do so I can wee?”
Kay was silent.
“Professor?”
Nothing.
Emma sighed. Nothing to do but go downstairs, I suppose. Kay wants the clients pleased, so there has to be some way out of this.
She shut the toilet lid and left the bathing room behind. As she approached the staircase, she noticed an envelope taped onto the banister. She reached out and took it, pulling it open quickly and withdrawing a neatly folded letter.
Emma,
I am so very sorry about this. I didn't want to do it, I didn't think you were ready for such a challenge, but the Professor knew that you would wake up desperate and I had to follow orders. I just hope you're as smart as you are beautiful, or you don't have a chance. Please forgive me.
Go to the Office Scene. Your first clue awaits.
-Dee.
Emma dropped the letter and crossed her arms, breathing out slowly as her bladder continued throbbing and contracting. Alright, there's no way to avoid whatever this is, and I seriously need to wee. I'd better get on with it, no time to think.
Emma slowly made her way downstairs, trying to walk gracefully to avoid jostling her bladder. She crossed the living room and walked into the hallway, then stepped into the office scene. She immediately noticed that the computer was turned on, the screen displaying an open Word document. Emma approached the computer and settled in the office chair, crossing her legs tightly as she looked at the screen. The Word document contained one simple sentence: "THE LAST THING YOU WANT IS THE ONE THING YOU NEED."
Emma stared at the screen, blinking helplessly. “The last thing I...” It doesn't take long for the answer to click in her head. “Well, the last thing I want right now is to drink more and get even more desperate,” she muttered to herself. “I thought it was weird that you didn't tell me to drink yet.”
Her attempt to get Kay to talk was ineffective, the woman remaining silent. “Guess I should head for the fridge.” Emma stood up, moaning as her bladder protests the motion. She ignored it and left the room, moving as quickly as she could until she stepped into the kitchen. Everything appeared ordinary as she approached the fridge, and she reached out to open it. The usual rows of water bottles were absent, in their place was a line of five small, black jars with nozzles similar to a child's sippy cup. She picked one up, noticing that they were heavy for their size. Definitely filled with water. She grabbed at the lid and turned it to no avail; they were sealed very tightly. Emma estimated that each container, based on their size, held about two hundred milliliters. If she drank them all, that would be a full liter slowly making its way towards her bladder while she tried to do whatever else she had to do.
Knowing better than to believe such a trick would work, she still turned one of the jars upside-down, shaking it. No liquid left the container. Of course. Well, here goes nothing. Emma placed the nozzle in her mouth and sucked in. Her eyes went wide when she tasted not water, but sweet iced coffee. Despite the great flavor, Emma knew that coffee was very well known for making someone need to pee far faster than most other drinks. “This is like some kind of mild version of the bloody SAW movies,” Emma groaned. With no other way out of the situation, she continued drinking the coffee until the container ran dry.
Moments after the coffee was finished, the container began beeping loudly. Startled, Emma dropped the jar. It landed unharmed on the tile floor, but then the lid popped off with a pneumatic hiss. Blinking, Emma reached down and picked it back up. Inside was a small key, inserted into a slot on the side of the container.
She reached inside and pulled the key free, looking around for any clue about what comes next. Turning towards the door, she noticed that it was shut, a large sign hanging from the doorknob that read 'FINISH THEM ALL.'
Emma's bladder screamed for relief, constantly throbbing and pulsating around her whole body. Every few seconds she felt a strong contraction, forcing her to focus solely on holding it in. The four remaining jars intimidated her. I'm getting greedy...at this point, I shouldn't be too concerned about losing half a million. But I want everything I can get...and I think I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't want to get through this. Kay keeps pushing me to my very limits, and I love that. I have to keep going.
She grabbed another jar and began drinking without another thought. As soon as the flavor entered her mouth, she coughed slightly and pulled the jar away. “FUCKING WINE?” Emma shouted. Alcohol was even more notorious than coffee for making people pee. “You're sadistic,” she moaned, but still she continued drinking the flavorful beverage. It was the best wine she'd ever tasted, and certainly the strongest. Probably costs a few thousand dollars a bottle, knowing Kay... Once she finished, the container started beeping as well. Expecting it this time, she placed the jar on the kitchen counter. Seconds later, the lid flew off, revealing another small key.
On to the next bottle. This time she expected the unexpected, and rightfully so as she tasted green tea upon taking a small cautionary sip. The next jar was full of orange juice, and the last contained simple coca-cola. Finally she has all five keys in-hand, after having drank a liter of beverages all of which were obviously designed to dramatically increase her desperation. Upon stepping away from the fridge, she heard a loud beep as the large appliance began sinking into the floor.
She stared at it wide-eyed as it retracted completely out of sight, a sliding trap door locking into place over it. Built into the wall that the fridge had been covering was a small metal hatch, five keyholes lining the front of it in a row. Moaning as her ever-increasing need to pee batters her waning willpower, she sat down in front of the hatch and held one of the keys. She tried inserting it into the first keyhole, but it wouldn't go more than halfway in. Sighing, she switched to another key to try again. It took her a couple of minutes to find the right key for each hole but eventually the hatch fell open, revealing a very tight passage that led into the wall. Leaning down, she saw that the passage was long, at least thirty feet, and well-lit with a single line of LED bulbs spanning the entire way.
After staring down the tunnel in confusion for a few moments, Emma realized the point of this. She would have to crawl through. On her front. With her bulging bladder pressing into the floor of the passage as she moved.
Despite the absurdity of this task and the extreme pressure inside of her, Emma knew that the faster she moves, the sooner she'll get to pee. Despite her body telling her to rest, she knew that a full liter of various diuretics was going to be added to her bladder soon, and that she would have no chance of making it through after that began to happen. “MOVE IT!” Emma yelled to herself, forcing her body into motion as she got down on the kitchen floor. The added pressure immediately caused her to gasp, her pee hole vibrating from the quantity of liquid that was squeezed up against it.
Arm over arm, Emma began crawling through the tunnel. The ceiling of it was so low that she couldn't get on her hands and knees, couldn't keep her distended bladder off the ground. Every time she moved forwards, the balloon inside of her pressed hard against the floor, sending shockwaves of desperation cascading across her whole body. Crying out with each motion, Emma proceeded slowly through the passage, trying to use her breasts as a sort of pillow to keep the weight of her torso off of her bladder. It barely worked, as her belly was bulging out nearly as far as her chest. It took her fifteen minutes of struggling to force her way through to the other end, but finally she stumbled to her feet, immediately twisting her legs together and breathing heavily, her eyes squeezed shut.
A minute later, after she regained some semblance of control, she stood straight and opened her eyes to examine her new location. Blinking as bright lights filled her vision, she saw that she was in a large round room, the walls painted light blue like a clear sky. In the very center of the room were two square, wooden podiums, one of which was occupied by a woman who Emma had never seen. A slender black woman wearing an emerald-green maxi dress and matching masquerade mask, her legs crossed and her hands pressed hard against her crotch.
On the right sat a row of bleachers, occupied by six other women, all wearing masks of different colors. On the left stood Dee who was now wearing a sort of butler uniform, holding a large tray full of what appeared to be shot glasses. Directly across the room from her, on a large chair that resembled a King's throne, sat Kay herself. Looking magnificent as always, she stared at Emma through her incredibly ornate mask, her left leg casually crossed over her right, revealing one of her perfect thighs through her ruby-colored long side slit dress.
“Hello, Subject,” Kay called, her voice echoing loudly around the room. “Welcome to my game show: 'Who Doesn't Want to Piss Themselves?”
“Is this bloody real?” was all that Emma could muster.
“Oh, it is. This is my own brand of fun; the clients watch but have no control over this. Every one of my girls goes through it, though usually on their last day. You've shown such aptitude that I decided to allow you to join early. Also, I have...other plans for your last day here. You already know Dee, of course. The woman at the podium is Jae. She came here once before, about a year ago. She made it through three days but then she fell sick with a cold. She was having no fun at all after that, and if the girls aren't enjoying it, I'm not enjoying it. So I sent her home with the promise of allowing her to return to try again someday. The onlookers are the rest of the girls that decided to stay with me after their own original turns in the complex. No need to bother with names right now, you'll meet them all personally soon enough.”
Emma's brain struggled to process simple words through her unbelievable desperation, but she got the gist of it. “Right. Pee game show. What are the rules? Be quick about it before I wee right here.”
Kay chuckled, uncrossing her legs and leaning forwards. “The rules are simple. I will ask each of you a question, alternating contestant between each one. The questions will all be related to pee in some way, ranging from anatomical questions to trivia about particular scenes in movies and television shows. I brought Jae here because she has about as much experience with this as you do. Any of my other girls would wipe the floor with you. If you answer a question correctly, you will be given an empty shot glass and be allowed to fill it. If you can't stop peeing afterwards, you obviously lose. If you answer wrong or simply don't answer, you will be given a shot glass of water to drink. There are ten questions and each shot glass is one hundred milliliters of water...so if you get every one wrong, you will have another entire liter going into you. As you can see, Jae is extremely desperate as well, so she's going to be playing to win. If you lose the competition, you will be dumped back in the house to continue on normally, your five hundred thousand dollar bonus reward gone.”
Emma just nods desperately. “Alright, I'm ready. Let's go.” She hobbles over to the free podium, placing her hands on its edge.
“Fine, fine,” Kay moaned. “No time to waste, I guess. First question is for Jae: What is the average capacity of the human bladder?”
“Five hundred milliliters!” Jae shouts quickly.
“Correct!” Kay shouted. “I'd say that 'Average' isn't very fun though. Five hundred milliliters doesn't even produce a bulge...Anyway, get drinking.” Dee immediately stepped up and handed Jae an empty shot glass. Without any delay, the woman pulled her dress up over her waist and tore her green panties down, pressing the shot glass against her reddened lips. Less than a second later, a burst of pee shot out of her and filled the glass instantly. With a loud groan of agony, Jae stopped peeing and placed the full glass on the podium.
“Next question is for Emma: In the 2010 movie 'Frozen,' a woman is forced to wet her pants after over a day of being stuck in place. In what form of transport does this occur?”
Emma blinks. “I've got no-” Emma cuts herself off. Even though I don't know, I should at least try to answer. Give myself a chance. “In a car?” she mumbled.
“Incorrect!” Kay called. “The answer is 'In a ski lift.' Water for you!”
Dee jogged over, handing Emma a full shot glass which she quickly downed with a low moan.
“Question for Jae now: In the television show 'Parks and Recreation,' government employee Leslie Knope attempts to delay a council's vote with a 'filibuster,' or by talking nonstop until the meeting adjourns. Towards the end of the meeting, she becomes very desperate to pee, squirming in place and holding herself openly in front of dozens of witnesses. What type of unusual equipment is she wearing during this scene?”
Jae moans softly and mutters to herself for a few moments. “Er, a helmet?”
“Incorrect!” Kay chirps happily. “She was wearing rollerskates.”
Emma watched with an evil grin as Jae is forced to drink before Kay started speaking again. “Emma: It is a popular MYTH that dancing around and holding yourself can greatly increase the duration with which you can hold your pee. Which MythBuster disproved this on national television by releasing an impressive one and a half liters after sitting perfectly still for over two hours, having drank two full liters of water?”
“KARI BYRON!” Emma shrieked, raising her fists in victory. “I've always adored that episode even before I was into this, such a display of girl power...”
“Correct,” Kay said, smiling widely at her.
Dee approached quickly, handing her an empty shot glass. Emma reached down quickly to remove her shorts, before remembering that she can't. “I, uh-”
“Oh, that's right,” Kay interrupted. “Dee, help her out, if you please.”
Dee nodded and set her tray of shot glasses on the podium before kneeling in front of Emma. Reaching into her pocket, Dee produced what appeared to be a small pink funnel. “Ever see one of these before?” Dee whispered. Emma shook her head. “Ah. It's called a Female Urinary Device. It's designed to let women easily pee standing up without pulling their pants down, like if they're hiking with men or using a dirty toilet.” Dee reached out and unzipped Emma's jean shorts, sliding the wide end of the device through the fly and pressing it right up against Emma's lips. “I can't do anything about your panties, so you're gonna have to pee through them. Be really careful not to flood it, I want to see you finish this thing.”
Dee grabbed one of the empty shot glasses and placed it under the tip of the funnel, then nodded at Emma. Wincing in concentration, she relaxed her hold on her bladder. Pee immediately started leaking out of her and soaking through her panties, and she smiled as she saw the restrained stream start falling into the glass through the funnel. It's filled in less than five seconds, and she clenches her fists and stiffens her body to stop the stream. Her bladder contracted powerfully and her pee hole burned from the effort of clenching off her relief. Once she stopped, Dee placed the glass on the podium but left the device in place for the next time she needed it.
“On to the next,” Kay spoke up, looking down at Jae. The black woman was absolutely frantic, her legs shaking visibly and her arms both held on the podium for support. “Faced with a traffic jam, the main character of what television series is forced to pee into an empty cup in front of a young onlooker?”
Jae released a small squeak. “I know this! Just give me a second, I have the scene in my head but I can't...remember...” She paused for a few moments, folding her legs and falling into a sort of lopsided squat. “WEEDS! It was Weeds! I haven't seen it in so long...”
“That is indeed correct,” Kay said. Once again, Emma was forced to watch her competition let some pee out. The woman moaned in ecstasy despite the very small amount of relief, and she managed to stop before overflowing the glass.
Emma couldn't even hold herself properly with the funnel in the way, so she crossed her legs and placed one hand on her distended belly. She was really feeling all that she drank, the pressure increasing greatly with every passing minute. She knew her time was limited, and she was unsure of her ability to cut off her flow again. Still, she had no intention to lose.
“Now for Emma: You know that every one of my girls has a massive capacity due to much practice and great encouragement. However, most people do not have this privilege. It is legally considered a medical emergency if someone's bladder contains more than what amount?”
Emma strained her mind. She felt it somewhere in there, she was sure that she had read something about this in the past. Still, she could not pull up the information with her mind and body so occupied with the incredible amount of pee that was constantly fighting to escape her. Unwilling to waste time, she shouted out the answer that made the most sense to her. “Seven hundred and fifty milliliters?”
Kay released a muffled groan. “No, Subject. I'm sorry, the answer is one full liter. You have to drink.”
Emma looked to her feet as Dee handed her another full glass. She drank it quickly, knowing that going slow would make no difference. As soon as she set the glass down, she winced as a tiny spurt of pee forced its way out of her despite her immense focus and the tightness of her muscles. Glancing down fearfully, she sees a single drop hanging from the tip of the device. Worried that the high-tech floor would detect even this small amount, she stuck her foot out just as the drop fell, blocking it just before it struck the floor. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice this. I'm really not going to make it...The next leak will be bigger and there won't be anything I can do to stop it.
Emma looks up just as Kay begins to ask Jae the next question. “Much of what you drink is used as nutrients for your body, meaning not all of what you drink will reach your bladder. Under normal circumstances, for example not exercising or purposefully overdrinking, what percentage of consumed water will reach the bladder?”
Jae opened and closed her mouth helplessly, her whole body vibrating in place. She appeared to be supporting most of her weight with her arms on the podium, her legs held so tightly that she could hardly stand. “I...Maybe...No... Oh my God, I have no idea. I guess...ninety percent?”
Kay shakes her head, folding her slender hands under her chin. “That is incorrect. The answer is seventy percent. Please drink.”
Jae whined and moaned in protest as Dee had to nearly force another shot glass into her hands. “Please no,” Jae cried. “I'm so desperate, I can't possibly drink anything else...”
“Then forfeit the competition and give the victory to Emma,” Kay said, grinning widely. “You'll be returned to your part of the complex, absent the five hundred thousand dollar bonus. Of course, you won't be allowed to pee until you truly lose control, no matter where you are. I'd say your chances are-”
“Jae,” Emma said suddenly. She stepped over to the other woman, gently grasping her arm. “Get to your feet. The way you're squatting like that is just putting pressure on your bladder. I know it feels better to bend over and hold yourself, but the pee is gonna get pushed out of you. You need to stand straight and give your bladder room to expand.”
“Oooohhhh!” Kay purred loudly. “Aiding the enemy, a truly honorable gesture! I'm very impressed. Emma is right, indeed. I can't say anything to favor either contestant, so I couldn't have warned you earlier. Standing straight is the best way to hold to extremes, but willpower becomes far more important. Your mind wants you to squirm and squeeze, it's almost an involuntary reflex, and you have to shut that down.”
Jae whimpered as Emma pulled her to her feet. She found her balance and stayed in place, although she was still shaking like a leaf. Emma reached out towards Jae's stomach. “May I?” Emma whispered. Jae just nodded shakily. Emma placed one hand on Jae's belly, and ever so gently slid her hand across Jae's middle. Her stomach was flat and soft, but the sweat coating Jae's face was proof enough that she was truly desperate. Emma quickly dropped her hand and turned towards Kay. “Professor, this contest is no fair. Her bladder isn't even bulging out but she's clearly at her absolute limit. She can't rival people like us. She's just...ordinary. Er, no offense...”
“None taken,” Jae mumbled.
“Anyway,” Emma continued, “Replace her with Dee. I somehow doubt that you've let her have a wee this morning, and she's drank just as much as-”
“This is very strange,” Kay interrupted, leaning back in her throne and crossing her legs again. “Jae, when you were here last time, your capacity was well over a liter. However, you've only had three bottles of water this morning. I chalked it up to you having had a lot to drink on the way over, but this is becoming suspicious now. I know that you are not pregnant, so what is the meaning of this?”
“I...I...” Jae stammered.
“Tell me!” Kay commanded, an impressive sense of authority filling her voice.
“IT WAS MY SISTER!” Jae cried out. “My twin sister...she was the one who was here last time. When you called yesterday, she wouldn't answer because she's married now and couldn't do something so weird anymore. So I...I picked up the phone and came for the reward money. I'm sorry, I just wanted...”
Kay got to her feet, her long dress falling across her legs. She glided down the stairs of her platform and approached the shivering girl, her face unreadable under the mask.
“I am...disappointed,” Kay whispered. “The real Jae had a lot of potential. She was very beautiful and she found immense pleasure in her desperation. I wish you had told me all of this in the beginning. I would have understood, I would have kept you here, I would have trained you. But you decided to deceive me. This is one thing that I can never allow.”
Without another word, Dee grabbed Jae by her shoulder with her left hand and pushed her right hard into Jae's belly. Even with her small bladder, the pressure found its mark. Jae shouted out as she began wetting herself completely, the stream bursting across the front of her dress and splattering all over the floor. Despite Jae's extreme, agonizing desperation, her pee only lasted for twenty short seconds. Once she was finished, Kay released her and stepped back.
“Cece will escort you out,” Kay said. A very attractive and athletic-looking brunette wearing a tight office skirt and blouse stood up from the bleachers and began walking towards them. “By the way, tell your sister that whenever she gets over this 'husband' shit that she's welcome back any time. Tell her to follow her heart, not anyone's expectations. That girl's almost as big a lesbian as I am, you should have seen the way she went at my tits when I hugged her.” Cece had reached them now, staring sadly at Jae. “Get her out of here,” Kay ordered, waving her hand dismissively.
Shaking her head, Kay turned back to Emma. “I am so sorry for that ludicrous display,” Kay breathes. “I never would have thought in a million years that anyone would pull such-”
“Professor...”
“-And a HUSBAND? That woman was lusting after me like some kind of-”
“Professor?"
“-such potential, she could hold almost a liter and a half on her first day here. I guess twins can have completely different bladder sizes? This is new information to me, I need to-”
“PROFESSOR!”
“Wait, what?” Kay finally snapped back into reality, looking down at Emma.
“I...I can't hold it!”
Kay folded her arms in front of her as she watched a small stream dribbling from the device that was still stuck in Emma's fly. Less than a second later, however, the redhead absolutely burst. The funnel was flooded instantly, her pee flowing over the sides and soaking through the jean shorts. Multiple streams flowed down her thighs and pooled under her, spreading far in every direction. Kay reached out and removed the device, letting it fall to the floor. She just stared, her eyes wide in fascination as Emma kept soaking her shorts. Soon there was one thick stream falling through the saturated denim, splattering onto the pool that had almost reached the far corners of the large room.
Looking up, Emma noticed Kay quivering where she stood. There was no sign of her needing to pee, so Emma guessed it had to be caused by pure horniness. “If you want me, have me right here. In front of everyone and in a pool of my own wee,” Emma whispered.
“Not...yet,” Kay breathed in almost complete silence. “I have to be professional in front of them. Two are straight and one has no interest in sex whatsoever. When I engage with a woman, I do so in private. Just the two of us, alone in our own empty universe, no distractions and no concerns. Besides, when I have you, I want you to be past your absolute limit. I will be, too. When we meet on the last day, we're both going to feel things we've never felt before. Don't spoil it because you feel like you need a screw here and now.”
Emma nodded, agreeing with every word Kay was saying. “I want it to be right.” Her pee still thundered out of her, a true waterfall adding to the ocean already under her feet. A full two minutes passed as the women stared at each other, and finally her stream fell silent. Emma continued standing still, waiting for the verdict on her quantity. Even though she'd lost the reward, she wanted to know much she'd released. “Hey, what happens if you're not there to, er, narrate?”
“Figured you'd ask that,” Kay laughed. “I've got a sort of autopilot system I turn on whenever I'm out of the control booth. It can issue common orders and even answer simple questions. It's rather-”
“One thousand six hundred and twelve milliliters,” said a slow, robotic version of Kay's own voice.
Kay strode forward and took Emma in her arms, hugging her tightly and lovingly. “That is absolutely magnificent,” Kay breathes. “I never could have imagined you would improve this fast. You are truly a magnificent woman, Megan.”
“Heh, Megan,” Emma whispers back. “I know it hasn't even been two full days, but it feels like I haven't heard that name in ages.”
“We all know that feeling.” Kay releases her hold on Emma and steps back. “Alright, Subject. While it goes against the rules of the game, due to the extenuating circumstances I have decided to reward you as usual for the quantity of your pee. Unfortunately, I cannot bend so far as to give you the reward for winning an uncompleted game. Dee will escort you to the house so you don't need to crawl through the tunnel again, and you can enjoy your two hour respite before your next hold. Good luck, Subject.”
Edited February 24, 2017 by Bulge_Lover
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Here we go, everyone. This is a very, very long one. When I finished writing it, I tried to see if there was a way to split it into two parts, but there really isn't. I'll try to keep future parts more in line with the rest of the story. Anyway, please enjoy.
*****
Part Eight-
Emma exhaled slowly as Dee unlocked her belt and slid the wet shorts down her legs. The two of them were back in Emma's bedroom, having returned through a hidden passage to the game room, an elevator platform lifting them up where the pool table had been the previous day.
“I'm sorry,” Dee said softly. “I tried telling her that you weren't ready, I really did, but she wouldn't listen...”
“I listened just fine,” Kay's voice came in over the speakers. “However, I had the utmost faith in Emma's abilities. Neither one of the contestants were supposed to wet themselves during the competition, but after that nonsense with Jae caused a delay, and after seeing her pee...Emma, you just couldn't wait another second, could you?”
Emma slowly shook her head. “I really couldn't...I was already starting to leak while we were still answering questions. I just burst, there was nothing I could have done...”
“The quantity you released is evidence of that alone,” Kay said. “You greatly surpassed your previous mark. If the game had continued, you would have been allowed to pee some more, you wouldn't have watched fake-Jae wet herself, you might have made it back to the toilet. We'll never really know.”
“I've been wondering,” Emma said suddenly. “When Jae peed, the loudspeaker never gave a quantity. Why is that?”
“Oh, I keep a remote on me that lets me turn the audio on and off as I please. I didn't want it to interrupt my ranting so I shut it off,” Kay answered. “All results are still recorded and everything else operates as normal.”
“Ah, alright. I'm curious then, how much did she wee?”
“Only five hundred and seven milliliters,” Kay mumbled. “So disappointing...”
“Isn't that about average though?” Emma asked.
“Well, technically,” Kay droned. “Still though, if you're trying so hard to hold it, the bladder should expand beyond that. She must have never been truly desperate in her life before today. No experience.”
“That would make sense. I do feel sort of bad for her though, was it really-”
Emma yelped as she felt Dee suddenly poke her hard in her left breast.
“Don't try to argue with Kay's punishments,” Dee muttered. “She doesn't stand for anyone lying to her, even about minor issues. This kind of fuckery is unheard of here, an outsider coming into the complex under false pretenses? If we weren't so well-hidden, it could be a massive security risk.”
Emma frowned and nodded. “I understand. It really is too bad though. I would have liked to meet the real Jae.”
“She is wonderful,” Kay moaned, almost longingly. “I truly hope she returns one day. Anyway, I have some damage control to do after this incident, the clients are NOT happy. I'll be off comms for a time. Also, to make up for this nonsense, there's also a nice surprise for you in the kitchen, so get there when you have a chance. Oh, Dee, you're not showing any signs, but you're pretty desperate right?”
Dee giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I'm bursting.” She reached down and pulled up her shirt, exposing her distended bladder.
“Good. You're free to do what you like, as long as you follow the basic rules of course. Stay with Emma or go back to your part of the complex, your choice.”
“I'll stay,” Dee said with a grin.
“I thought as much, and there's already a new set of clothes for you along with Emma's in the drawer.”
“Thank you, Professor. This getup is squishing my bladder,” Dee mumbled, patting down the comically generic butler uniform. “Oh and...Me and Emma...we're free to do what we like in the shower, right?”
“Indeed, all bets are off in there. Remember though, cameras are running, so don't say anything personal.”
“Of course,” Dee nodded. “Good luck sorting everything out, Professor. I'll do my best to hold it in until you get back to watch.”
“Good girl,” Kay purred. “See you later, Subjects.”
At that, Kay went silent.
Dee turned and looked at Emma, standing there naked from the waist down, her legs still glistening with pee. “What do you think she's got for us in the kitchen?”
Emma shrugged. “No clue. We'll go right after we shower.”
“Absolutely,” Dee agreed. She turned away and walked into the bathroom, reaching into the shower to activate the electronic panel. Water rained down from all directions, the sound causing Dee to moan and squirm. Emma walked in behind her, pulling off her shirt and bra in one quick motion and tossing them out the door behind her.
Dee was still fully dressed, but she seemed far more concerned with squirming and bouncing than with undressing. Emma walked up to her, reached out for Dee's jacket, and began undoing the buttons. Dee tried to stand still as Emma worked on her, letting her slide the jacket off of her. Next she undid Dee's white shirt and removed that as well, exposing a beautiful green lace bra. Reaching around to unhook the bra, Emma couldn't help but give Dee a soft kiss on the neck. The desperate girl shivered and moaned as her breasts fell free, and then Emma was removing Dee's belt and unbuttoning her slacks. The pants fell down her legs to reveal gorgeous panties that perfectly matched Dee's bra. “I've noticed you're wearing green a lot,” Emma whispered. “Did you ask Kay for it or is it just a coincidence?”
“It's Kay's choice, actually,” Dee breathed. “She put me in this incredible emerald-studded green dress one time, it must have cost thousands, and she said I looked so amazing in the color. She gives me green stuff all the time now, unless a client specifically requests something else. Even then, I usually get green underwear. Fake-Jae was wearing green too...I think Kay just really loves the color.”
“Good a reason as any,” Emma stated. “Get those off.” She pointed down to Dee's shoes, and the woman kicked them away and slid her socks off with her toes. The only thing left was for Emma to kneel down, grip Dee's panties, and slide them down her legs. And she did so at an unnecessarily slow rate, letting the lace gently brush Dee's legs on the way down, revealing a perfect black triangle of hair that pointed right to Dee's clit.
Emma was eye-level with Dee's bulging bladder, her skin tight and smooth. Dee stepped out of the panties and Emma threw them out of the bathroom. Now they were both completely naked aside from their masks, which they removed together, setting them on the sink.
Looking up at her, Emma noticed for the first time just how beautiful Dee's face was. Absolutely flawless, her features were perfectly symmetrical, her green eyes bright and lustful, her red lips held slightly apart in a slow exhale.
Taken over by Dee's beauty, Emma did something she never would have thought herself capable of. She wasn't able to wait until they were even in the shower. With Dee leaning back on the wall next to the bath tub, sweat forming on her skin due to her desperation and arousal, Emma leaned in and shoved her face right between Dee's legs.
Dee gasped and shouted for a moment, but she fell silent as soon as Emma's tongue found her clit. Emma had never done anything like this. Before meeting Kay, she had never considered being with a woman. Now, Emma let her tongue slide up and down Dee's vulva, kissing and sucking on her clit. The skin was so incredibly soft and warm, growing wetter by the second as Dee grew more and more aroused. Emma wrapped an arm around each of Dee's legs as they went weak, and the sounds of Dee's unabashed moans filled her ears.
“Emma,” Dee gasped, reaching down to grab her bright red hair. “I...I'm so desperate...”
“Hold it,” Emma ordered through her teeth as she pinched Dee's clit between her slick lips. “You said it yourself, you have to hold it in until Kay gets back to watch.”
“With you...down there...it's so intense...”
“I don't bloody care. You're going to hold it all in, no matter what I do to you.” Emma asserted her command by leaning up a bit and pushing her forehead into Dee's bladder as she continued to lick at Dee's clit. The blonde woman screamed out loud and threw her arms out to support herself against the wall, her hips shaking violently with the effort of containing her compressed bladder. Suddenly, Emma got to her feet and wrapped both arms around Dee, nearly dragging her into the shower. They were both soaked instantly from the multi-directional streams, and Emma slowly lowered Dee onto the large shower floor before she laid down on her front and returned to her place between Dee's legs. Dee was absolutely vibrating now, her womanhood burning hot and her hips thrusting non-stop. Now that she didn't have to hold Dee against the wall, Emma slid her right middle finger inside Dee and began vigorously rubbing her G-spot, causing the already-frantic woman to thrash and scream even louder. Despite Dee's immense effort, Emma felt a tiny spurt of pee spray onto her tongue. It was the first time she had ever tasted pee. Due to the fact that all Dee drank was water, it wasn't too bad.
“You had better stop leaking,” Emma warned. Dee just moaned in confirmation as Emma kept pounding away at her G-spot. This went on for only two more minutes before Dee reached orgasm, spraying Emma's chin with her sex. Seconds later, Emma saw a tiny stream of pee begin leaking out of Dee. She retracted her finger and pushed her thumb hard against Dee's pee hole. “DO NOT WEE!” Emma commanded. “You're not allowed to pee yet. I won't let you.”
Dee whined and moaned, double-crossing her legs around Emma's hand as she lay on the shower floor. “It's...coming...out...” she hissed.
“It's my turn,” Emma ordered. “We're not leaving the shower until I cum, and if you pee in here, you won't get measured and you won't get any reward. I'm letting go of you now, and you had better hold it in.”
Emma retracted her hand and leaned back against the shower wall, spreading her own legs wide for Dee. The other woman was completely knotted up, both hands clamped forcefully between her legs, her hips rocking and her mouth held open in a continuous moan.
“Come here, Dee,” Emma nearly begged, stroking her own clit with her thumb. “I know you're strong enough to hold it. The sooner you get me off, the sooner you get out of the shower.”
Dee moaned even louder, but a second later she released her iron grip on her throbbing wee and began crawling towards Emma. The red-haired girl closed her eyes in anticipation, her womanhood swollen, reddened, and slick. Since she was a young teenager, she had fantasied about what it would feel like, to have someone lick her down there, but she had been unlucky; all four of her past sexual partners hadn't been into it. Now she waited with her breath welling up in her chest...and then she felt it, the warm, soft, and wet sensation of Dee's lips brushing her labia before she felt her tongue flick over her clit.
It took less than a second to send Emma over the edge. She was so earth-shatteringly horny that she exploded into a mindbending orgasm at Dee's slightest touch. She bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from screaming, a reflex gained from constantly masturbating in a thin-walled dorm. Dee wasn't done yet though. Emma slid down onto the floor as she felt Dee's finger slide into her. This, in combination with Dee's tongue still expertly working her clit, forced another orgasm out of her almost instantly, and another less than ten seconds later. She had always heard of it, but she had never experienced multiple orgasms before – At least not at this incredible rate.
Upon noticing that Emma was rendered completely limp and motionless, Dee retracted her finger and pulled herself next to Emma, wrapping her arms around the drained woman.
“Please...” Dee whispered desperately into Emma's ear. “Let me turn the water off...I'm going to explode otherwise...”
A shaky nod was all that Emma could manage. Not needing to be told twice, Dee reached up and slapped the electronic panel, and the shower fell silent.
The two women just laid there, perfectly still, for a number of minutes. Now that the water had been turned off, Dee wasn't even squirming anymore. Emma had been watching like a hawk; she had not released any more pee yet.
“You're bloody hopeless when the water's on, aren't you?” Emma asked with a chuckle.
Dee sighed and nodded. “Yep. Always been this way. When I was a kid, I would nearly pee myself whenever it was raining. I had more than a few accidents. I had to fight so hard to hold it in whenever I was in public. When I was fifteen, I was on a date with my boyfriend. We were walking in a park, just before sunset, and it started raining. I was already pretty desperate at the time, it was after dinner and a movie...when the rain began I couldn't help but hold myself. My boyfriend noticed, obviously. Figured he'd laugh at me and tease me, but instead he went stiff and started stammering like an idiot. He tried helping me to the bathroom across the park, but I clearly wasn't going to make it. I told him I'd squat behind a tree, as the park was abandoned aside from us.”
Dee inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, a fond smile growing across her wet face. “I should mention that we'd already had sex a few times at this point and we weren't weird about it, so this next part isn't supposed to be rapey or anything. Anyway, he helped me behind a tree and I got my pants down. He was staring, and even though we'd had sex as I just said, I figured he wouldn't want to see me pee. I told him not to look. I was seriously about to start leaking in my panties, hadn't pulled them down yet, but he just kept staring. And then he...took it out.”
Emma blinked. “He...took it out?”
“Yes.”
“Are you trying to reference Seinfeld right now?” Emma laughed.
“Well...the way I'm phrasing it, sort of. But I'm also being serious. He just unzipped right there. He was harder than I'd ever seen him before. His face was red and his breathing shallow. He was clearly hornier than he'd ever been in his life. My bladder was bursting, I was so obviously desperate, but he just pushed me down into the grass, tore my panties off, and attacked me right there in the middle of the park. Despite the pressure and shame I felt, I could just sense the passion coming off of him, and it was hotter than anything I'd ever done before. I was trying so fucking hard to hold it in...but I lost control half way through. I started peeing all over his thing and his legs, but the more I wet myself the harder he fucked me. To this day, I've never seen anything like it. I remember at one point he pulled out, put both hands on my bladder, and kept pushing on it like he was trying to give it C.P.R.” Dee burst out laughing there, but stopped as she gasped and folded her legs back up. “My pee flew like ten feet through the air, it was amazing and hilarious. When we were both finished, we stayed there together for a long time, much like the two of us are now, and we just talked.”
Dee reached out and began circling Emma's right nipple with her index finger, causing the redhead to shiver and moan softly. “He told me that, to him, nothing in the world was hotter than a beautiful girl who was absolutely desperate to pee. He opened up to me completely, spilling his guts about all his fantasies and kinks. I obliged every one of them over the next few years. He turned me into an extremely sexual person. It was his idea that I start camming to make money after my parents booted me.”
“Why did you two break up?” Emma asked softly.
Dee turned her head to look into Emma's eyes, her smile widening even further. “We didn't. He's watching us right now, I'm sure,” Dee said happily.
Emma's mouth fell open. “What? Are you serious, he's a client?”
“Not to begin with,” Dee explained. “When I first got the invitation from Kay, I gave the condition that he be given free access to the stream. She obliged without a problem. After it was over, Kay asked me if I would like to stay. I loved it so much, and he loved watching me so much, that we agreed I should stay here for a while. Men aren't welcome in the complex, but he lives in a large home less than twenty miles from here that I had built with my original earnings. Every night I'm not working here, I'm with him. It's still not very often, though.”
Emma stared at the ceiling of the shower, her mind racing. “Why didn't you tell me this before? I thought you were sort of on your own.”
“I always greatly simplify my situation when I'm talking to a new girl,” Dee said. “Not all of them last and not all of them are compatible with Kay. I don't like getting close to people I'll never see again. I have a feeling that you and I are going to have a wonderful future, however.”
Emma smiled wide at this, reaching up to grasp Dee's hand that was still teasing her breast. “And this guy's really okay with you sleeping with other people?”
Dee laughed hard again. This time it caused her to moan loudly and shove her free hand between her legs. “You kidding me? He absolutely adores watching me with other women. He texted me early this morning saying that watching me and you struggling to hold it together last night was the single greatest thing he'd ever seen. He's a very sexually accepting person. Pretty much, as long as I'm not having unprotected sex with another man, he's completely fine with anything I do. We truly love each other, what we do with our bodies is secondary to that."
“It sounds like a really fun relationship,” Emma said softly.
“It is,” Dee purred. “What about you? What was your first sexual pee-related experience?”
Emma pursed her lips. “Honestly, it was never really sexual for me until I met Kay. I've had a lot of people who've wanted to watch me wee on my cam, and I never had a problem with it, but it was really just for the money. Sometimes people would get all mean and threaten to quit paying if I left to go to the loo, but when that happened I would just turn down my mic output and pee in a cup or on the floor if nothing was available. Nobody ever specifically asked me to hold it in before Kay.”
“Wow, and you already have such a large capacity?” Dee asked, stunned.
“I guess I'm a natural,” Emma shrugged. “I mean, I've been desperate before, but I've never-”
“What the hell are you girls still doing in there?” Kay's voice suddenly shot out of a nearby speaker, severely startling both Emma and Dee. “I've been gone for almost an hour!”
Dee blinked and looked up towards the nearest camera. “Wait, really? I guess we've been having too much fun...”
“You didn't pee, did you?” Kay asked seriously.
Dee sighed and shook her head, patting her greatly distended bladder. “Nope, it's still all in here.”
“Good,” Kay mumbled. “Listen though, you two need to get to the kitchen like, right now. The surprise I mentioned is sort of time-sensitive and I really don't think there's much time left.”
“Oh damn,” Emma stammered. “I completely forgot about that. Sorry, Professor, we'll get on with it right now.” Emma scrambled to her feet and helped the desperate Dee stand as well, and the two of them quickly patted themselves down with towels and pulled their masks back on. Seconds later, they both left the bathroom and walked to the dresser. Emma pulled open the drawer and her eyes went wide in delight at the sight of an incredibly ornate blue and white Kimono. “HOLY BLOODY FUCKING SHIT!” Emma wailed.
“Jeeze Emma, language,” Dee giggled.
“Fuck, I'm sorry, but I- I've wanted one of these since...well, since forever. I never even dreamed that I would- Oh, God it's so beautiful.”
“NERD ALERT!” Dee shouted, looking into one of the cameras and pointing at Emma's back.
“Shut it or I'll squeeze your bladder till you pop,” Emma threatened. “Guess what, you get to wear one too.” Emma picked up her kimono, revealing a green and white one that was hidden underneath.
Dee sighed. “Yeah, I figured when I saw yours. I also have a feeling I know what this 'surprise' is, and Kay's right – We probably need to get down there fast...”
“There's a problem though,” Emma mumbled.
“What is it?”
“I've got no bloody clue how to put this on.”
Dee laughed softly and reached out to take the bundle from her. “Just stand still and spread your arms, I'll help you out.”
Emma did as instructed as Dee spread the kimono out on her bed. Inside the bundle was a pair of wooden sandals and a pair of white and pink striped cotton panties, as well as a long and wide belt. Dee let Emma step into the panties and pulled them into place, then she draped the beautiful kimono over Emma's shoulders. Emma slid her arms through the massive sleeves and stood still as Dee folded it properly and tied the belt around her middle. It was a very involved process and it took the better part of ten minutes before it was on properly.
“You look amazing,” Dee whispered.
“So do you,” Emma responded.
“I'm not even wearing mine yet,” Dee giggled. She was still completely naked, straight out of the shower.
“I know,” Emma asserted with a naughty grin. Her face fell seconds later though as a new thought floated into her head. “I just realized...we're probably gonna be forced to wet ourselves in these. I don't wanna, they're so beautiful...”
“There's no need to worry, subject,” Kay said suddenly. “They'll be cleaned properly and they'll always be good as new. And I'll tell you what – You help Dee break two liters tonight, and I'll let you keep it. And by 'help,' I mean 'force her to reach two liters using any means necessary,' you understand me? Since I started running this thing, only two women have ever surpassed two liters. I know she's capable of it. It's time for there to be a third.”
Dee turned to Emma and grimaced when she saw the fires of wicked determination glowing in Emma's eyes. “I...I guess I'd better get my kimono on,” Dee mumbled, turning away from Emma with her face growing slightly panicked.
“Please hurry,” Kay said softly. “The surprise legitimately doesn't have much time left. Oh, and Dee... It's far past your assigned time to drink. I think you should probably have two bottles to make up for it when you get to the kitchen.”
Dee frowned and placed her right hand over her round, solid belly. “Yes, Professor.”
Kay and Emma remained silent as Dee put on her own kimono. She was far faster on her own than she was putting it on Emma, and five minutes later the two women were heading down the stairs towards the kitchen. Dee paused every couple of steps to squirm for a moment, but she made it down without issue. They circled around the bottom of the staircase and into the hall to the kitchen, and soon enough Emma pushed open the door and stepped into what could have been an actual home in Feudal Japan. Her eyes widened in absolute disbelief – Not at what she was specifically seeing, but rather that the kitchen had been entirely normal less than three hours ago.
“How did this happen?” Emma hissed. “It's...it's impossible, nobody could have redecorated it so fast, even the basic layout of the counters is completely different...it's just-”
“It's best not to question it,” Dee mumbled. “I have no evidence for this, but I think Kay must have a team of workers who run around here in secret, changing things to her liking. None of the girls I know would be capable of something like this. Not this fast, anyway.”
“This place gets more and more incredible every minute I'm here,” Emma whispered. “It's like Hogwarts or some sh-”
“You're finally here,” mumbled an extremely soft female voice, directly to Emma's left. The redhead shrieked in surprise and stumbled sideways, nearly knocking over Dee. “What- Who-” Emma regained her balance and looked towards the source of the voice. There stood a woman who Emma had never seen before. Even under her jet-black masquerade mask that perfectly matched the color of her long, straight hair, she was clearly Asian, most likely Japanese. She was wearing a traditional Itamae uniform, and she was holding a tray completely covered in various sushi rolls and sashimi. “I am called Tsu. It is my pleasure to meet you, Emma. I am Kay's personal Itamae – Her sushi chef. She has instructed me to prepare any dish you may desire.” Tsu spoke with a moderate Japanese accent; perfectly understandable but definitely not fluent in English. She stepped forwards and placed the tray on the short table that spanned the center of the room, then turned back towards Emma with a short bow.
Emma smiled widely and approached Tsu, bowing in return. As she got closer to the Japanese woman, she began to notice what Kay had been rushing them about. Tsu's face was coated in sweat, and her legs were pressing together with great force. A small wet patch could be seen staining the crotch of her white pants. She was obviously trying incredibly hard to hide it, but she was truly desperate.
Emma's mind filled with thoughts of this woman waiting here for over an hour, struggling desperately to hold it in, expecting her to show up any second. Her face grew apologetic. “I'm really sorry that we took so long. We honestly had no idea that there was someone else down here. I figured there was a meal for us that was getting cold or something...”
“There is no need to apologize,” Tsu said with a smile. “Please take a place at the table and let me know what you would like.”
“I couldn't ask you to cook when you're so desperate,” Emma offered. “Just sit with us and focus on holding it.”
Tsu slowly shook her head. “The Professor told me that you haven't had a decent meal since you arrived here, that you have just been eating random snacks between holds. This will not do, you need proper nutrition to keep your strength up. I am to prepare any sushi you would like, regardless of my desperation.” Tsu strode out of sight, around a corner to the left side of the room. She returned seconds later, hauling a large cart that housed rows of fish and all her other supplies. She paused every now and then, bending her knees slightly and letting out a soft whine. Emma and Dee stepped up to the table and looked at their 'seats,' two large black cushions that were neatly folded on the floor.
“Wow, really going all-out with the Japanese thing, aren't they?” Emma whispered.
“Yeah, some of the clients are really into it. Like, really, really, waaayyy too into it. But still, they pay, so Kay puts out. Suits me fine, I fucking love sushi...”
“So do I,” Emma said with a grin. The two of them knelt down on the cushions, settling in front of the table. “Careful though, if you leak while you're on the cushion, it won't register,” Emma warned.
“Of course, I know the game,” Dee sighed. “Now that I'm out of the shower, I feel a lot better though. I should be good for a while.”
“Oh?” Emma chirped, a wicked smile growing on her face again. “Hey Tsu, the Professor said that Dee has to drink two water bottles to make up for ones she missed while we were fooling around in the shower. You got any here?”
Tsu nodded quickly and reached under her cart, opening what seemed to be a mini-fridge. She pulled out two water bottles and placed them in front of Dee.
Emma smiled sweetly as Dee turned her head slowly and mouthed “you're evil” at her.
Emma's gloating was interrupted by a chime. “Now that I think about it,” Kay's voice said softly, “Your time to drink is nearly here, Emma. Why don't you have a bottle too. Soy sauce is salty, you might need it.”
Emma sighed as she heard Kay's mic switch off. “I probably deserved that,” Emma mumbled as Tsu placed a bottle in front of her. Both Dee and Tsu nodded at her, their lips pursed in a suppressed smirk. “Oh, now I'm getting ganged up on?” Emma complained as she opened her bottle.
She took a long sip as Dee and Tsu laughed for a moment, before the two desperate girls were forced to stop and squirm. “Ooohh,” Tsu moaned. “I can't even hold myself, it's not sanitary...”
Dee scoffed. “Emma was just eating my pussy like twenty minutes ago while I leaked into her mouth. I don't think some pee sushi will disturb her all that much.”
Tsu gasped loudly and covered her face with her hands. “Please, do not say such things!” she complained.
Dee's mouth fell open into a disbelieving groan. “Tsu, that innocent Japanese schoolgirl act might please some of the clients, but if you think for one second that I've forgotten the sight of Vee pissing all over your tits while you were balls-deep in her with that strap-on I'll-”
“Fuck's sake,” Tsu interrupted, crossing her arms. “I'm trying to put on a show for the newbie, why not let her enjoy it?”
Emma blinked and stared at Tsu, stunned. Not at her sudden change of demeanor, but rather at the fact that her soft and sweet Japanese accent had instantly been replaced with a New York accent so comically loud and thick that she could have come straight from an episode of Cheers.
“Stop trying to be cute,” Dee bitched. “Emma's one of us now, she wants to know the real you, not that creepy-ass waifu nonsense you-”
Emma shook herself out of it as the two of them continued to argue. “Er- Yeah,” she spoke up loudly, causing Dee and Tsu to fall silent and look to her. “Dee's right. I don't need any special treatment. I'd like to become real friends with everybody here. Please, let's enjoy the sushi.”
Dee nodded and eyed the row of fish, and Tsu sighed and took her place behind the cart. “You are right,” Tsu said. “I'm just so used to playing a part here. It's not often that I'm involved in a scene where I'm better off being myself.”
Dee opened her first bottle of water and took a long sip. “I can imagine. One time I had to spend a whole week pretending to be a nun. I don't think you were here for that, though. As an atheist, it was a weird one...those robes are super fun to pee in though, I have to say. They get really heavy and clingy.”
“One time she made me pee myself while I was wearing a full suit of actual Samurai armor,” Tsu laughed. “The idea was to take it all off before I lost control, but I tripped and just burst. That shit's designed for strong men, way too heavy for me.”
“Alright, well now I'm jealous,” Emma butted in. “I've been told to just be myself in here this whole time. Where's my role?”
“It's always simple for the new girls at first,” Dee explained. “Once you settle in here a bit more, the Professor will definitely give you some part to play for a day or so. Since you're English, with the red hair and everything, I wouldn't be surprised if it was some medieval situat-”
“Are either of you going to order any food?” Tsu interrupted, her face impatient and her legs crossed tightly.
“Shit, sorry,” Emma muttered. “I'd love an Alaska roll, and if you could please put some masago and sesame seeds on it, that would be wonderful. Oh, and eel sauce on the side please.”
Tsu nodded with a smile and turned to Dee. The blonde woman pursed her lips and looked up in thought for a moment. “I'll take a...Yeah, please give me one spider roll, a Philadelphia roll but with raw salmon instead of smoked please, a salmon skin hand roll with a metric shit ton of bonito in it, two pieces of Ikura, and two pieces of Uni. Oh, and a lump of salmon sashimi would be excellent, thank you.”
Tsu seemed unfazed as she began to work, but Emma slowly turned towards Dee, her mouth held open in disbelief. “You think that's enough bloody sushi right there?” Emma stammered.
Dee shrugged. “I said I really love sushi, and maybe the rice will help dry up some of the pee in me.”
Emma burst out laughing at this, leaning in on the table. “Holy shit, that's not how bladders work. That's not how any of this works.”
Tsu started laughing as well, shoving a hand between her legs despite herself. Dee couldn't help it – She laughed with them, and she couldn't properly suppress it. Suddenly she yelped out loud and rolled sideways off of the cushion she was kneeling on. She pulled her kimono up, revealing the green and white striped panties she wore. There was an obvious wet patch right on her crotch, and even as Emma watched, another tiny pulse of pee soaked into them.
“NO!” Emma shouted, scrambling into a crawl and pressing her hand hard against Dee's panties. “I swear to God, Dee, if you wet yourself now I will punish you myself.”
“I'm sorry,” Dee whined. “I'm so full though, even if I don't laugh, I have no idea how long I can hold on...I'm really, seriously desperate...”
“Listen to me,” Emma whispered. “You know you can do this. You came so insanely close last time. If you break two liters, you'll be a LEGEND here. Remember what Kay said? Only two people here have ever gone past two liters. You can do it. Focus your mind, block out the pressure, and do not let yourself leak again. Every little drop is wasted potential.”
Dee grimaced and nodded, letting her curled-up legs fall to the floor. “You're right...I have to hold on, no matter what.”
Emma leaned in and kissed Dee on the lips. “Do it for yourself, and do it for me. I really believe in you.”
Dee smiled and actually blushed for the first time that Emma had ever seen. Emma helped Dee back into a kneel on the cushion, then handed her the remainder of her water. Dee frowned but drank without argument, pounding the rest of the first bottle and tearing open the second. Emma looked the blonde woman up and down. Her pure experience with holding allowed her to hide it well, but Emma's eyes were already trained. Much like Tsu, Dee was coated in sweat and her strained muscles twitched and shivered often. Beyond this, the great bulge of her incredible bladder was visible even under the loose-fitting kimono. Any other person would have thought her six months pregnant.
Emma's examination of Dee was interrupted when Tsu reached down and set her completed sushi dish in front of her. It looked absolutely wonderful, masterfully prepared despite Tsu's own desperation. Dee's huge spread of food came out next, taking up half the table in front of her. Tsu then sliced a number of different fish as sashimi, placed them simply on a plate, and knelt down across from them.
“I decided to eat with you,” Tsu said. “I am hungry, and I'm also very interested in Dee's situation right now. Didn't mean to eavesdrop, but did I hear right? You're trying to break two liters?”
Dee nodded quietly as she placed a piece of her Philadelphia roll in her mouth. Emma spoke for her. “Kay's instructed me to force her to hold it in. She knows that Dee can hold more and wants her to take it really far. If I help her surpass two liters, Kay will let me keep the kimono.”
Tsu flexed her lips. “You realize that you're earning millions of dollars here, right? Why not just buy your own kimono?”
Emma blinked. “I...actually didn't even consider that. The idea of so much money is still completely surreal to me. Still, though...I want Dee to do it too. Last night, she came SO CLOSE to two liters. If we can help her hold it for just a little while longer, I'm sure she'll make it.”
Dee swallowed with a dramatic gulp. “I want to do it too. I know I can, but the pressure is just so intense right now. It comes in waves. Sometimes I'm alright, and sometimes it takes all I have in me not to explode right here.”
“I'm...rather close to my limit as well,” Tsu admitted. “I have been holding on for a really long time before you two got here. I must have drank at least four liters already today, and as you can see, I started leaking earlier but I managed to regain control.” She reached down and lifted the front of her loose shirt, revealing her bulge that protruded at least six inches. It was so tight and round, the shape of her bladder perfectly visible.
Emma couldn't help but stare; it was truly turning her on. “This is gonna sound weird, but you have a really cute bladder,” she said softly.
Tsu scoffed. “Cute? That's a new one.”
Emma laughed and shook her head. “I told you it would sound weird. Well, I mean, mine's sort of taller and Dee just looks pregnant, but yours is so perfectly round. It's really bloody hot.”
Tsu smiled and took a bite of her sashimi. Emma looked down at her plate and ate a piece as well. The three of them ate silently for a while. Emma finished her plate quickly, and was about to ask for a spicy yellowtail roll before Tsu looked up at her.
“You wanna touch it?” Tsu offered.
Emma furrowed her brow. “Your bladder?”
Tsu nodded.
Emma was long past feeling any shame in this place, and she nodded enthusiastically. Tsu pushed her half-finished sashimi plate aside and climbed onto the table, kneeling in front of Emma. The redhead reached out and gently placed her right hand on Tsu's round bladder. The bulge was burning hot and absolutely rock-solid. Emma couldn't help herself as she pushed in gently with her thumb. Tsu inhaled sharply and leaned forwards, biting her lip. She did nothing to stop Emma though as she kept pressing in on her.
“Are you sure this is alright?” Emma asked softly. “I wouldn't want you to lose it early because of me.”
Tsu shook her head. “I absolutely love the feeling of outside pressure when I'm this desperate. Each push is like a little orgasm. If I feel like I'm about to leak, I'll let you know. For now, you can push much harder if you'd like.”
Emma took this invitation happily, increasing the pressure she was applying with her thumb. Tsu moaned loudly and shifted her weight down, pushing her crotch against her heel.
“Come on, Emma,” Dee said suddenly. “Give her all you've got, she loves it.” To set an example, Dee scooched closer to Emma and reached out with her left hand, placing her entire palm over Tsu's distended belly and pushing in hard.
The Japanese woman screamed out loud in what sounded much more like pleasure than pain. She toppled over, nearly knocking the rest of Dee's food off the table. Dee moved to protect her plates while Tsu rolled onto her back right in front of Emma. Her bulge was even more prominent now, so large that it protruded even further than her breasts.
Emma's staring was interrupted by a chime as Kay's voice spoke softly. “Normally I would put a stop to this...” Kay started, “but as long as Dee keeps holding it in, I will allow Tsu to proceed how she wishes. Both me and the clients love watching you press on her like that.”
“Thank you, Professor,” Tsu breathed. She turned her head to Emma, smiling widely, her face reddened from the effort of holding on. “Please, you can push even harder. I love it, I really do. Make me burst.”
Even though she'd just gotten off with Dee, Emma felt incredibly turned on right then. She clambered onto the table and straddled Tsu, pulling her kimono up and coming to a rest with her panties hovering just over Tsu's crotch. Tsu squirmed under her and moaned softly, then reached out and grasped Emma's wrists. She guided the redhead's hands to her bursting bladder and let Emma take the lead from there.
Emma leaned forwards and pushed down hard, feeling the liquid inside of Tsu compress. Tsu screamed and thrashed, moaning with immense pleasure and grasping her own breasts. Emma relaxed her push and started massaging Tsu's chest and hips, feeling her soft skin under her shirt. Without warning, she went for another push on Tsu's bladder. She moaned so loudly that it hurt Emma's ears, and she could feel Tsu's legs kicking against her back as she pushed.
“Leaking yet?” Emma whispered.
Tsu whined and shook her head.
“You have amazing control. When we got here, you already had a wet spot though. How are you hanging on this long?”
Tsu giggled and reached out for Emma's shoulders. “I tripped when I was trying to quickly load the sushi cart. It just startled some pee out of me. Now push harder, I'm about to come...” She grasped Emma's shoulders tightly and pulled her in, greatly increasing the force on her own bladder. Emma's hands had it nearly pushed flat now; she had no idea how Tsu was still holding on.
Suddenly, Emma felt someone grasping around by her rear. She turned her head to see Dee struggling to pull Tsu's pants down while Emma sat on her. She lifted her butt and let Dee slide Tsu's pee-stained pants down to her ankles.
“Mmmhh, what are you doing?” Tsu moaned through her gasps.
“Just giving you the same treatment that me and Emma gave each other earlier,” Dee stated. Emma kept her head turned and watched as Dee began to stroke Tsu through her transparent white panties, causing the girl to go absolutely frantic. Emma could barely keep her balance as Tsu thrashed, and Dee took great advantage of this. Upon seeing Emma struggling to keep seated, she reached out with her free hand and pushed Emma hard, causing her to stumble forwards, directly on top of Tsu's bladder. Emma regained her balance and fell into a sit, unaware of her new position until Tsu shrieked in pleasure as she finally reached orgasm.
With Dee teasing her clit and almost all of Emma's weight on her bladder, there was no more hope for Tsu's hold. The Japanese woman absolutely erupted, moaning low and loud as her pee instantly soaked Dee's hand. Due to the way her hips were thrust upwards, a lot of it slid across her belly and puddled around Emma's butt. The redhead didn't care in the slightest though, and she bounced in place, causing Tsu's pee to shoot out in great arcs, straight through the thin fabric of her panties.
The sight of this whole thing proved too much for Dee. She suddenly yelped and stood, hobbling out of the room and into the hallway that led to the living room. Emma cursed and rolled off of Tsu, her dripping kimono leaving a trail across the floor as she gave chase. “TSU, COME WITH ME!” Emma shouted as she bolted out of the room.
Tsu quickly kicked her pants away from her ankles and stood as well, running after Emma with pee still flowing freely down her legs and splattering across the floor.
Emma found Dee kneeling down in the hallway, her hands shoved between her legs. Upon circling in front of her, she could see tears forming in the blonde woman's eyes. “I can't hold it anymore,” Dee cried. “It really hurts, I can feel it just about to come out...”
Emma knelt in front of Dee and placed her hands around Dee's shoulders. “Dee, please, I know you can wait just a little bit longer. You know you want to pass two liters, and everyone knows you've got it in you, but you need to keep holding it. Just try to make it another five minutes.”
“I CAN'T,” Dee moaned, her mouth open in agony as her hips rocked desperately.
“Yes you can,” Emma said gently. She knew that getting upset would serve no purpose now, Dee had to stay calm and focused. “Besides, you can't wee until Tsu is done. I'm sure you can hear her, but she's standing right behind you, still going on the floor. If you do it now, the count will be invalid.”
“I know,” Dee breathed. “Holy shit, I've never felt like this before...the pressure is unbelievable.”
“Just a few more minutes,” Emma whispered. “Here, use my leg...” Emma reached down and pulled her kimono up, then fell into a seated position and extended her right leg. Dee understood, and she shifted forwards until she was right above Emma's leg. Slowly and gingerly, Dee sat down, pressing her privates with all her weight into Emma's hard kneecap.
“Much better than holding myself,” Dee muttered. “Thank you.”
“Any time,” Emma said with a smile. Dee closed her eyes and began breathing heavily, and Emma took the opportunity to look back at Tsu. She was standing about ten feet away from them in a slight squat, her head held down to watch her waterfall. Her pee was perfectly clear, glinting in the bright lighting of the hallway. There seemed to be a very slight downhill tilt towards the kitchen, or else Emma and Dee would both be soaking in her massive puddle right now. Instead, most of the liquid was soaking under the door into the other room.
Suddenly, Tsu looked up and spoke. “Why'd you tell me to follow you? Isn't it mean to make Dee hear me wetting myself?”
Emma frowned and nodded. “Kinda, but it's more important to use your pee to stop the system from measuring if Dee were to lose it too. Knowing you won't get the proper reward is a really good motivation to keep holding it. If you stayed in the kitchen, Dee would have been free to pee out here since I'm sure the different rooms can take separate measurements.”
“I see,” Tsu agreed. “Well, I'm afraid to say that I'm gonna be out in a moment...”
Sure enough, Tsu peed for another fifteen seconds before it slowed to a few drops, and then it fell silent. Her panties were completely see-through at this point, and Emma noticed how smooth and neat she was down there, cleanly shaven with tight labia that hid the fun within. Emma shook herself out of it and turned her eyes back to Dee, who was making a face that resembled that of a bear attack victim.
“It's gonna come out,” Dee mouthed at Emma. “It's right there...I can feel it burning right at the hole...”
“Tsu's hasn't been measured yet,” Emma said. “You have to hold on.”
“Ooowwwww,” was all that Dee could manage.
Seconds later, the trio heard the chime as Tsu's pee started sinking through the floor. “Alright, I've combined the quantities in the hallway and the Japanese scene, and it comes out to one thousand, three hundred and fifty eight milliliters,” Kay announced. “That's less than your last hold by quite a lot, but I suppose that's to be expected with Emma squeezing it out of you like that. Also I suspect that some of it was absorbed into the cushions next to the table. Still, I expect a far better result next time, subject.”
Tsu sighed and nodded. “I'll do my best. So, is Dee safe to go now?”
“Of course not,” Kay nearly snapped. “It doesn't matter if the system is measuring someone else first, she is to hold it in until her body fails her.”
Dee moaned again and leaned in on Emma's shoulder, biting into the fabric of her kimono. Emma frowned and awkwardly patted Dee's back, just trying to do what she could to comfort her. It seemed hopeless though, Dee was on the very edge of a complete breakdown. She shook and heaved, moaning and gasping with every slight motion. Emma reached up and held Dee's head between her hands, pulling her in for a kiss in an attempt to distract her from the volcano of pee boiling inside of her.
Dee reciprocated despite her absolute desperation, and the two of them just held each other and made out for a number of minutes while Tsu just stood nearby, looking on in envy. She knew that it was a sort of trance that they were in, that any interruption might dislodge whatever hold Dee had left.
Still, Dee's recalcitrance against her bladder would soon reach the very edge of its limit. And that moment came just two minutes later. Emma heard Dee's breath catch as they kissed, and with her leg she actually felt the exact moment that Dee's muscles gave out completely. The blonde woman collapsed on top of Emma, her body going totally limp as an absolute tsunami of pee exploded out of her, instantly saturating Emma's leg and splattering up against the walls of the tight hallway.
A thought occurred to Emma as she saw the pee start soaking into the hem of Dee's kimono. “Oh shit, we have to get the fabric out of here!” Emma shouted. “Tsu, help me!” Tsu caught on quickly, and she ran through Dee's rapidly expanding puddle and started tearing the kimono off of her while Emma pulled her own up to her chest and stuffed it into her large belt.
“What...are you...doing,” Dee panted as she fell free of the kimono, now dressed only in her striped panties and masquerade mask. “We're not supposed...” her sentence was interrupted by an involuntary moan of relief. “Not supposed to remove our outfits unless we're in the bathroom...”
“Not this time,” Emma said softly, still embracing Dee as she continued to flood the hallway with a torrent that made a fire hose look like a squirt gun. “Kay said to use any means necessary to make sure you passed two liters. If pee got soaked up into the kimonos, it wouldn't be measured properly. This is fine.”
Dee nodded and nuzzled her face in Emma's hair. “Thank you for helping me get this far,” Dee whispered. “I just hope it was enough.”
Emma hugged Dee tighter with her right arm, letting her left wander between Dee's legs. She slid her finger into the crotch of Dee's panties and pulled them aside, letting the stream flow completely unobstructed. The pressure was incredible. “I have no idea how you can wee so hard,” Emma muttered. “I saw your pee hole up close this morning, it's just a tiny opening...”
Dee giggled like a little girl and spread her legs wider so Emma could see properly. “I don't know either. I guess when there's enough pressure, it just kinda opens up.” The way Dee was sitting, her pee was splattering all over Emma's legs and lower torso. She loved it though; it was really warm and comforting. Dee showed no sign of slowing down, and time continued passing. Emma was becoming concerned that the three minutes would pass before Dee could even finish. However, all good things must come to an end, and soon enough the great river slowed to a small brook, and after another twenty seconds, Dee finally ran dry.
With no clothes on to absorb anything, Dee fell back into her puddle, completely spent, completely exhausted, and completely relieved. Emma took the opportunity to slide Dee's panties off and wring them tightly into the rest of the puddle. She then put them around her neck did the same to her own pair. “Every milliliter helps,” she stated. Time seemed to move at a standstill as they waited for the results, their anxiety growing with every passing second. After what felt like an age, the absurd quantity of liquid finally began vanishing into the floor. Still they waited and waited, until finally...
“TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHT MILLILITERS!” Kay roared, the absolute delight in her voice clear to all. The three women shrieked, Emma and Dee jumping to their feet, Dee's fatigue completely forgotten. They hugged each other and bounced up and down like a bunch of overexcited teenagers, reveling in Dee's complete victory.
“Listen, listen, LISTEN,” Kay's voice shouted from the loudspeakers over the trio's wild celebration. The girls fell quiet and looked to the nearest camera, although they continued shaking with excitement. “The game is suspended for the rest of the night to celebrate Dee's accomplishment. Please, return to the Japanese scene and finish enjoying your dinner. The three of you may spend the rest of the evening together as you wish, but when it is time for Emma to sleep, I must ask that Dee and Tsu return to their own sections of the complex. Tomorrow's task is for Emma alone.”
Emma gulped.
“One more thing, and this is a rather unusual occurrence here, but Emma...I ask that you relieve yourself tonight, even if you are not desperate. If you go to sleep on a full bladder, you will have absolutely no chance of completing tomorrow's challenge, and we don't want that. So for now, enjoy the night. I am so impressed with you, Dee. We must speak personally some time soon.”
Dee smiled wide and nodded. “Yes, Professor.”
“Good. Well, I suppose I'll get out of your hair now. I will speak to you in the morning, Emma. Good night, Subjects.”
Kay's mic cut out, and Dee turned towards the door to the Japanese scene. “Come on, Tsu, I'm still really fuckin' hungry.”
Edited May 7, 2017 by Bulge_Lover
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Hey everyone, welcome back. This is a sort of mini-chapter. I did this because the next part is going to be very long, and that together with this sort of intro, would make it a little excessive for one entry. So enjoy this short bit, and get ready for the best chapter yet.
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Part Eight and a Half-
Four hours later, Emma and Dee stumbled into the bedroom, loudly singing a rather terrible rendition of Bonnie Tyler's “Holding out for a Hero.” They had been given free reign of the place after Dee's incredible feat, and they bloody well took advantage of it. Tsu had cracked open the compound's liquor stash, which was concealed in the floor. It pulled up and opened into a full bar. When Emma asked, Dee explained that some women got way too into it and ended up peeing themselves when they weren't even that desperate, which caused Kay to have it hidden for special occasions.
Three large beers, two glasses of Lagavulin 12 Year and four shots of tequila later, both women were understandably yet completely annihilated. Tsu had left after only two margaritas, stating that she had work to do before bed. After leaving the kitchen and somehow managing to make it up the stairs, Emma and Dee nearly slithered across the room, where Emma collapsed into her bed, her left hand jammed against her privates. She seriously needed to pee, but the bathroom was all the way over there. Who had time for that? Dee made some incoherent noises, then wobbled away through the exit in the shower to whatever was in store for her, and Emma was alone. She blinked at the ceiling, then closed her eyes, quickly fading towards sleep.
“Subject, please go relieve yourself now,” Kay's voice sank into her unfocused ears. “The toilet has been placed back in the bathing room. Hell, go on the floor for all I care. Just do it now.”
“Merhh,” Emma responded.
“Emma – Have to pee, - Remember tomorrow-” Kay said a bit louder, her voice stern yet concerned.
Emma was right on the edge of sleep, she could not make out everything Kay was saying.
“EMMA, I MEAN IT, GO PEE! NOW!”
Emma squirmed in her bed, sliding one leg off the side of the mattress...and then she was fast asleep.
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Emma blinked awake as the room lit up and the accursed chime went off. She slowly turned her head to the bedside clock; it read 8:00 A.M.
“It's time to get up, Subject. You have a big day ahead of you,” Kay said softly.
“Mornin' Professor,” Emma mumbled. “Have a good night?”
“Better than you did,” Kay sighed. “It's not often that I do favors for my subjects. You're lucky that I've taken such a liking to you.”
“What are you on about?” Emma muttered, rubbing her eyes.
Kay did not respond. Emma sighed and sat up – Feeling for the first time the wet sheets under her butt. She gasped and reached to her crotch, patting her privates and feeling the bed between her legs. It was absolutely soaked. She had wet her kimono while she slept. Despite everything that's happened over the past days, her face went red immediately and she covered her mouth with her hands. There was no dignity in this, she hadn't fought to hold it or had fun with it, she had legitimately wet the bed like a little baby. It was still just pee, but it felt different to her. She was ashamed of herself.
It took her a few minutes to shake herself out of it. She eventually looked up and gazed around the room, her eyes focusing on a rather obvious new addition. A large monitor sat on a desk only a few feet next to her bed. Wow, I must have been seriously out of it to miss that. Emma slowly stood, feeling the wet kimono cling to her butt. She slowly walked to the monitor and saw a single button embedded in the desk with the universal 'PLAY' symbol on it. A pair of headphones were also hanging from the corner of the monitor. She shrugged and reached out, putting on the headphones and pressing the button.
The monitor popped on quickly, the screen lighting up to a camera's view of her own room. It looked down on her from the top of her bed, where she slept sprawled out in her kimono. It was Kay's footage of the previous night. Emma watched closely, seeing her own legs shaking and squirming despite her deep sleep. Her body was clearly fighting hard to hold her pee even without her brain there to help it. She watched as a shadow grew into frame from the right, and to her immense surprise, Kay herself strode into view. Emma only recognized her due to her mask and her beautiful, bright red hair. She was not wearing her incredible flame-colored dress, instead she was clad in simple light pink pajama shorts and a black tank top.
It felt weird seeing Kay like that, looking like...well, like a real person rather than an actual goddess from some mythological era. She stopped in the center of the room and looked up, directly into the camera. Her violet eyes were perfectly visible under her mask, the expression on her mouth unreadable. “I shouldn't be doing this,” Kay said to the camera. “As you can see from the way I am dressed, I should be asleep right now...but I guess I have to do this. The clients cannot see this, only you. They would be upset if they knew. However, I want you to succeed tomorrow and that will never happen without this intervention.”
Kay looked back towards Emma sleeping in the bed, her legs now twisted together and folded tightly. She approached the sleeping subject, looking down at her. “Look at you. Completely unconscious, yet still fighting so hard to hold it in. You are so strong. Any other woman would wet the bed by herself if she was that drunk, but I am certain that you would last the night and wake up on the verge of exploding. Well, here I go.”
Kay reached out and placed both of her hands on Emma's thighs. She pressed firmly, guiding Emma's legs apart and down onto the bed. And then she slid her hands up to Emma's belly and leaned in, pressing hard onto her bladder, which was bulging so far that it was visible even from the camera this far up the wall. Kay kept pressing and squeezing, and the sleeping Emma began to moan and shiver. Her legs thrashed and her arms instinctively tried to move to hold herself, but Kay blocked the attempts as she kept pressing. “I...can't believe...how much control you have,” Kay panted as she struggled with Emma. “You are so fascinating, you are so beautiful.” The wrestling match lasted almost a full minute. Eventually Kay pressed her whole forearm against Emma's bladder and nearly climbed on top of her, groaning in frustration as she bounced up and down. “Holy shit, just pee already,” she hissed.
Finally, Emma's control gave out. The spray was clearly audible, her stream soaking through her panties and pooling into the kimono and mattress. Kay jumped backwards to avoid getting wet as the puddle became visible, spreading around her before soaking into the bed. Despite her attempt to dodge it, there was a small wet patch on Kay's shorts, on the outer thigh of her left leg. Emma moaned and gasped, her hands reaching between her legs and her back arching as she wet herself completely. Yet she was still fast asleep. Kay watched closely as Emma emptied her bulging bladder into the mattress. It took a very long time for her to finish, but eventually she ran dry and Kay turned back to the camera.
“I've never done anything like this before. You're turning me nice, and that is confusing and upsetting to me. Well, now you have a shot at completing tomorrow's challenge. I was originally going to have Dee leave a note, but considering she was just as smashed as you were, that wasn't happening. She wet herself again on the way back to her own room, by the way. Figured that would interest you, even if it was only about one liter. Not surprising considering how drunk she was and that her muscles are still recovering... Anyway, I guess I'll just tell you here. You are going to be participating in a scavenger hunt. It will take place around the entire compound, including locations that you have never seen.”
“I will give you the first clue when I am done explaining, and with each item found there will be a new clue along with a bottle of water. You are to drink them as you find the clues; there will be no chime every half hour. To win the challenge, you must locate all of the items and place them on the coffee table in the living room. That is all.”
“I hope you can learn a lesson.”
***
The screen went blank. Emma's mouth was hanging open. She hadn't wet the bed after all. Kay had personally come in and forced it out of her. The shame was gone, fully replaced with heated determination. Kay went so far to help me so I could complete this challenge. I've got to do it. No matter how bad it gets, I've got to finish.
Emma shook her head and focused entirely on the task at hand. Scavenger hunt. First clue. Learn a lesson. The answer was obvious. The classroom scene. Awake and determined, Emma turned towards the door – And realized that she was still wearing her pee-soaked kimono. She stopped in her tracks and jogged to the dresser next to the bed, pulling it open. To her surprise, she saw the exact clothes that Kay had been wearing the night before. The pink pajama shorts, the black tank top, and a pair of those impossibly soft satin panties, this time in a bright red that matched Kay's hair. Emma reached out and took the cotton shorts into her hand. Sure enough, the spot that had gotten wet the previous night was still very slightly damp. The contents of the drawer were absolutely Kay's own clothes.
Visions instantly flooded Emma's mind. Images of Kay standing there after the video cut, realizing that Emma had no new clothes. Exhausted and not wanting to be bollocksed finding anything else, she just stripped naked next to the sleeping Emma and left her own nightclothes in the drawer. Emma could visualize Kay sliding her panties down her long legs, visualize her peeling the tight tank top off as her breasts fell free.
Emma shivered and opened her eyes, groaning as she felt how wet she had become in only a few seconds. She slid off her striped panties and patted down her vagina with the front of the kimono, which was still dry, then tossed the panties under the bed. She then worked on removing the kimono properly, but it was hopeless. The complicated knots resisted her trembling fingers. Frustrated and way too horny to bother with it, she grasped the belt from both sides and just forced the entire thing up and over her breasts and head, tossing it under the bed where all her other clothes went. She reached out and took the red panties, shivering again as she slid them into place. Despite Kay's much greater height, they were the exact same panty size, the soft crotch of them settling against her sensitive labia.
I've got to get a hold of myself. I can't be so distracted. I'm a bloody adult, I shouldn't need to rub one out every time I get a wee bit frisky. Don't have time for this. Emma forced herself to move faster, pulling on the shorts and then the tank top. Barefoot and dressed in Kay's own clothes, Emma shook her head violently in an attempt to regain sense before she booked it out of the bedroom and down the stairs, ready for whatever was in store for her. |
Part Nine-
Emma nearly knocked down the door to the classroom scene, eager to find the clue. As she regained her balance, she noticed that even with Kay's aid the night before, she did already feel a slight need to pee. She wasn't desperate by any means, but all the water and liquor from last night had not fully reached her bladder by the time Kay came to help. Ignoring the dull sensation, she had a look around. The first thing she noticed was that each of the desks now had a large book placed directly in the center. Emma approached one of these books and picked it up. She quickly noted that it was far lighter than a book of this size should be. On the outside, it appeared to be a volume of an encyclopedia, marked with the letter 'L'.
Emma shrugged and pulled the book open, furrowing her brow as she realized that the book was not a book at all, but rather a tablet embedded in a plastic frame disguised as a book. Smiling in amusement and curiosity, Emma pressed the button below the screen and swiped to unlock. As soon as she did so, a video began playing. Intricate letters formed on the screen, spelling out the words: “DESPERATION DUNGEON: HIGHLIGHT SERIES - VOLUME TWELVE – STARRING ELLIE.”
The screen faded to black and opened up on the compound's pool. The camera was positioned directly over the pool, moving on its own and following a slender woman with jet-black hair and a red masquerade mask. She was wearing a hot pink bikini and she was doing a messy backstroke across the water. The way the camera followed her, Emma could only guess that it was a drone. It kept up with her and fell lower, hovering very close to the water. As the woman struggled to swim, Emma could see her round bladder protruding over the waist of her bikini bottom. Ellie moaned and gasped with every movement, her mouth held open as she continued to swim.
“Please, Professor,” she suddenly cried, extreme desperation obvious in her voice. “I can't hold it...I just can't...let me out so I can at least pee on the floor so it can be measured...please...”
“You have another ten laps, subject,” Kay's voice spoke sternly. “If you lose control in the pool, it will be your own fault that you are not rewarded.”
“I drank almost four liters,” Ellie whined. “I've never been this full before...I just can't make it! You have to let me out, PLEASE, PROFESSOR!”
“Begging isn't going to make you swim faster,” Kay stated mercilessly.
Emma watched, hypnotized, as Ellie kept swimming. With each lap she knotted up more and more, and by the tenth and final lap she had her legs double-crossed and her right hand shoved between them. She was dragging herself through the water with her left hand alone, gasping for breath as she approached the stairs. With what appeared to be her last bit of strength, she grasped the metal rail and hauled herself out of the pool, collapsing on her front with a loud scream.
Less than a second later, a tsunami of pee exploded through the crotch of her bikini bottom, spraying almost a meter across the tile floor even through the thick lycra. Ellie moaned in relief and pleasure, pressing her face into her hands and breathing heavily. Emma was astonished at the quantity that flowed out of the small woman, a constant torrent that spread close to a dozen feet around her. Almost two minutes later, the stream slowed and stopped as Ellie kept moaning into her hands. She lay there for another few moments before the huge puddle sank into the floor. Kay spoke after another minute.
“One thousand, eight hundred and thirty four milliliters,” Kay gasped. “Congratulations, Ellie, that is a new record by about seventy milliliters!”
Ellie released an excited moan, limply holding out her hand in a thumbs up.
Emma exhaled slowly and closed the 'book.' As amazing as that was, I don't have time to watch all of these. There has to be something I'm missing. She set down the book and gazed around the room. Soon enough, she spotted it. A short bookshelf, home to a full encyclopedia – Missing one volume. Emma jogged over to it and squatted down. The letter M was missing. Megan...Emma...of course. Emma stood and walked around the desks, looking for the one marked M, when she spotted the letter K. Kay is K, obviously. But there's no way... Still, curiosity got the better of her. Emma reached out and took the book marked K, opening it quickly. Exactly like the first, it had a tablet hidden inside. Hands shaking, Emma turned the screen on and swiped to unlock it.
“NICE TRY, SUBJECT. YOU HAVE TO WORK A LOT HARDER THAN THIS IF YOU WANT TO SEE ME AT MY LIMIT.” The screen went black.
Emma sighed and dropped the book back on the desk. Of course. She then made a beeline for the book two desks over, seeing the large M. She pulled it open and turned it on. “UNTITLED EMMA VIDEO #1,” it said. It was her, the first day here, doing yoga while she struggled to hold it. It was too weird, watching herself desperate like this. She closed the book and ran back to the encyclopedia case, stuffing the book into the slot.
Just like in any old spy movie, the bookcase slid into the ground, revealing a compartment cut into the wall behind it. Inside was the promised bottle of water and a single large, black hiking boot. Emma blinked at it, her mouth slanted. It was about the last thing she would have expected. Shrugging, she grabbed the boot and untied the laces, then slid her foot into it. It fit her perfectly. Still, it was only one boot, so she slid it off and set it back in the compartment for now and took the bottle of water. She opened it and drank quickly, tossing the empty bottle.
She looked back inside the compartment, and saw that there was nothing else in there, despite Kay explaining that there would be a clue with each item found. Kay's minions wouldn't just forget something like that, she's too meticulous. The video itself must have been the clue. The gym... Emma grasped the boot again and turned towards the door, then stopped. She looked over the books that still lay on all the tables. There are probably videos of every woman who's ever been here. I want to see them, but I don't have time now...
Emma frowned but left the video-books behind. I'm sure Kay would let me watch any video I want if I asked. I need to move on.
Emma jogged out of the room, passing the gym to place the boot on the coffee table in the living room. She quickly returned to the gym and opened the door, expecting to see something unusual. However, it remained exactly as it was the last time she was there. She walked around the gym, looking under equipment for anything that seemed out of place, but there was nothing special at all. The video was me doing yoga... Emma went for the yoga mat that she had used on her first day. Bending down, she grasped the edges and pulled hard, sliding the heavy mat across the floor. Dropping it with a grunt, Emma stood up and looked at the floor. Of course it's a trap door. There was a square, metal hatch cut into the floor where the mat was, a handle embedded in it.
With no time to lose, Emma walked over the mat and grasped the handle. The hatch was very heavy, and even though she only just had one bottle, her bladder throbbed slightly as she struggled to lift it. I wonder how much is still in there from last night. Feels like maybe half a liter? I'm fine. Emma exhaled as she managed to lift the hatch straight. Held onto the metal with a large magnet was a pair of camouflage pants, a black belt hanging from the loops. Emma blinked at the garment. What's Kay getting at with this stuff?
Emma reached out and grabbed a leg. She could feel the quality of it, thick cotton, expertly stitched, with numerous pockets all over the hips and legs. Emma shrugged and pulled the magnet off, letting the pants fall from the hatch. She immediately noticed that there was something heavy in one of the pockets. She felt around until she found it – The bottle of water. Once again she opened and chugged it quickly, and then she looked back to the hatch. Hidden behind the pants was a message, written on the hatch itself. It read “LOVE AND WAR.” Emma shrugged but kept the message in her head as she stepped back and looked over the pants. Not wanting to waste more time bringing them to the living room, she unbuttoned the pants and pulled them on, over the pajama shorts. Just like the boot, they were her exact size and fit her perfectly. She zipped, buttoned, and buckled the belt.
Eager to continue the hunt, she descended the stairs. She squinted and covered her eyes as she reached the bottom and stepped into a very well-lit hallway. After she let her eyes adjust for a minute, she wandered further in and her mouth fell open as she took in her surroundings. The hallway looked like a small museum wing, the walls lined with pedestals, each one home to a small statue. She approached one. It depicted a muscular man in a long, flowing robe, his left hand held out in an open grasp and his right raised above his head, a lightning bolt held in his fist. “Zeus, King of the Gods,” Emma whispered. The statue was small but beautifully detailed.
Moving onto the next, it was of a man with his legs hidden under stone water, a trident grasped in both hands and held above his head. “And this has to be Poseidon.” As much as Emma appreciated the art of it, she still knew that she had to hurry. She jogged to the end of the room where there sat two empty pedestals, a round slot embedded in each of them. Above the pedestals was a large painting of a mountain, a massive temple sitting atop it. Love and War, Emma thought as she turned back around and walked past each of the statues. Finally her eyes settled on a man clad in heavy armor, a shortsword grasped in his left hand and a long spear held over his shoulder with his right.
“Hello, Ares,” she mumbled. She grabbed the statue and lifted. It was small but heavy, and as she lugged it towards the pedestal, her bladder complained legitimately for the first time. She ignored it again and finished carrying the statue, placing it on the pedestal on the right and jamming it into the circular groove. She heard a click and a chime. Guess that means I got it. She turned and wandered the hallway again until she found a statue of a slender and beautiful woman. She was standing with her legs apart and leaning slightly forwards, one hand placed sensually on her inner thigh and her breasts thrust out proudly.
Emma lifted the statue of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, and began carrying her to the remaining pedestal. Due to her petite body, Aphrodite was luckily far lighter than the statue of Ares had been, and Emma quickly reached her destination and placed the statue in the groove. Again there was a click and a chime, and the large painting of Olympus began sliding up the wall. I feel like I've seen something just like this in a Resident Evil game...
As the painting ascended, it revealed a compartment in the wall with her third item and clue...and bottle of water. This item was a camouflage hoodie that matched the pants. She grabbed it and pulled it on, then reached for the bottle. Her stomach felt full from the last two, so she drank more slowly as she examined her next clue: A folded note. She fumbled it open with her free hand and read the information inside out loud. “Four, Six, Two, Five, Three, Seven, One, Eight.” Additionally, the words were each written in different colors. One was in yellow, Two was in blue, Three was red, Four was purple, Five was orange, Six was green, Seven was maroon, and Eight was black.
Emma frowned as she stuffed the note into one of her many pants pockets. So far the clues had been rather simple, but this one had her stumped. She sipped on her third bottle of water as she thought about it. Something about the clue was familiar, but she couldn't make the connection. She groaned and closed her eyes, absentmindedly squeezing her legs together for a moment. She could see it right there, something obvious that just wasn't clicking. She sighed and shook her head. Might as well head back upstairs. She turned and retraced her steps back into the gym. She closed the hatch and kicked the yoga mat back into place, then headed towards the living room, planning to rest on the couch while she thought.
As she walked towards the living room, she passed the game room – And it hit her like a truck. Bloody hell, the pool balls! Emma made a sharp turn into the game room. Sure enough, the pool balls numbering one through eight were laid out on the table, positioned in a circle. She approached the table just as she finished the bottle of water, and she tossed it as she looked over the balls. So...what am I supposed to do with them? Just stick them in any hole in the proper order? Didn't see anything that said I need to actually hit them with the cue.
Emma shrugged and reached into her pocket to check the note. Then she grabbed the 4-Ball and dropped it into a corner pocket. She was instantly and greatly startled by a loud buzzer, and the 4-Ball violently shot out of the pocket and landed back on the table with a thud. “WELL I GUESS THAT'S NOT FUCKIN' IT THEN, INNIT?” Emma shouted. As she recovered from the scare, she noticed that her right hand had pressed itself hard between her legs. She breathed slowly, trying to measure the pressure in her bladder. It was certainly noticeable by now. I'm fine, I just gotta figure this rubbish out. Emma took a moment to look around the room for any other clue. There was nothing else unusual, so Emma took a closer look at the pool table, examining the holes in detail. Sure enough, she spotted small colored stickers hidden under the rim of the holes, just circles matching the color of the pool balls. Ahhh, I've got you now...
She picked the 4-Ball back up and walked around the table until she spotted the purple sticker on one of the side pockets, and she dropped the ball into that hole. A moment later, she heard a chime. Yes! It only took Emma a minute to sort the rest of the balls, and as soon as the 8-Ball went in, she heard a sound behind her and turned to see the plasma screen slide along the wall to reveal another compartment.
There was another folded note, and the item this time it was a thick olive-green vest, made from some coarse and very tough material that Emma didn't recognize. It was covered in pouches and pockets and had a large number of loops running down the length of each side, and three belts to fasten it under her neck, over her breasts, and across her stomach. At this point, Emma was very confused. Am I joining the military? What the fuck is all of this for? With Kay unable or unwilling to respond to her during this challenge, she had no way to find out. Emma picked up the vest. Much like the pants, it was weighed down by a bottle of water in a pocket.
She found it quickly, but pursed her lips and set it down in the compartment. My stomach feels really full. If I drink another one so fast I'm gonna get sick. Even if I'm in a rush, I need to take a break. Emma didn't feel like putting on the heavy vest, so she grabbed it and left the game room. She got to the living room and placed it on the table next to the boot. It's a bit warm in here for these clothes too. Besides, I look so cute in Kay's PJ's... She pulled off the hoodie and folded it next to the vest, then clumsily removed the pants and did the same. Once she was finished unloading the gear, she fell onto the couch and grabbed the remote.
Emma spent about half an hour watching some unfamiliar cartoon about Crystal Gems and a kid named Steven or something, and by the time the credits rolled on the second episode, her legs were crossed and shaking. I hate that I wasted so much time, but I really couldn't drink any more. I feel a lot better though. Time to move on. Emma stood and gasped as her bladder throbbed sharply for a moment. She exhaled slowly and held her arms out at her sides, once again trying to gauge how much pee might already be in there. It has to be less than a liter. It's filling so fast though. I have four items but I don't know how many there are going to be. I don't know if Kay expected me to be dumber than I am and find them slower than I have. No clue what to expect...
Once again she ignored her now-sensitive bladder and headed back to the game room, where she drank her fourth bottle of water over the course of about a minute. That's two liters. More than enough to make an average person wet themselves eventually. Luckily, I'm not bloody average. After she tossed the bottle, she reached for the note. The first thing she noticed was that the paper felt weird, like some kind of material half way between paper and plastic. She blinked and unfolded it with a grimace. Inside was an exceptionally well-drawn portrait of a naked woman with red skin and the sort of small, cute Devil horns that every unimaginative teenage girl wore on Halloween. She was standing in flames, bent over with her legs double-crossed, tears in her eyes and a stream of light yellow pee trickling down her inner thighs. It's an excellent drawing, but what the hell sort of clue is this?
Emma frowned and leaned in closer. There was absolutely nothing unique about it. Well, she's naked. There's only one place in here where you're normally allowed to be completely nude. Worth a shot. Even though she was fairly certain that there was no other clue on it, Emma folded the paper and stuck it between her breasts, as the pajama shorts had no pockets. She sighed and walked out of the game room and towards the stairs, pausing to press her legs together. I can't believe I need to go already. It's barely been an hour. I hope there's not too many more things to find, or I might be screwed.
Forcing herself to move on, she gingerly ascended the stairs into her bedroom. She immediately noticed a strong scent of cinnamon. What the heck? That wasn't here this morning. As she approached the bathing room, she noticed a sort of flicker, and as she entered she saw a single red, lit candle resting on the edge of the sink. Well that explains the smell. She stepped up to the candle and leaned close to it, looking for any other clue. It was just a candle. She looked under the sink and saw nothing unusual.
The first few were easy, but I guess things get harder as it goes on. I'm bloody clueless. Emma sat on the edge of the tub and withdrew the portrait from her breasts. She stared at it intently, trying to spot anything that could help. The paper feels really strange. There has to be something about the sheet itself rather than the drawing. Emma looked between the portrait and the candle. Wait a minute...
Remembering something that she had seen on television long ago, she grasped the edges of the page and slowly lowered it over the flame, just high enough so as not to ignite it. It only took seconds before the image began to shift. The woman's skin lost its reddish color, the horns faded and the fire vanished, leaving a portrait of an ordinary brunette woman peeing on the floor...except for one new addition, the numbers “666” tattooed on her thigh.
“Incredible,” Emma mumbled to herself. I never thought heat-sensitive ink was a real thing. Thanks, Zuko... And of course it's 666, but what am I supposed to do with that? Emma sighed again and glanced around the bathing room. Her eyes lit up as they fell on the electronic keypad in the shower. Duh! Emma jumped up and took a quick step, then yelped as her bladder pulsed powerfully. For the first time she felt that sting right inside her pee hole that came when her body tried to leak. She moaned and crossed her legs. Bloody hell, I'm filling up sssoooo fast. I'm still in complete control though, I just need to keep focused...
Emma groaned as she unfolded her legs and made her way into the shower. She reached out for the keypad and quickly entered the simple code. As expected, the door she walked through when she first arrived here began opening, although with a frustrating slowness. Emma growled and pulled on it, but it would not budge. Ugh, this is gonna take like five minutes before I can even squeeze through there, is it damaged or something?
Her question was answered almost instantly as one of the shower jets on the other side of the enclosed space suddenly began spraying full-force. Emma shrieked and twisted her legs up like a pretzel, forcing both hands between them. She scrambled for the shower's exit, but it too refused to open. She was trapped with the torrent of water until the door opened far enough for her to get through. Beads of sweat formed across her face and chest as she could feel the pee thundering right behind her fingers.
Emma leaned against the wall behind her and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply and biting her lip. It's in my mind...I know, empirically, that I can hold twice this. It's just the sound. Ignore it, fight it, it isn't real! Channeling every ounce of zen that she had in her, she steeled her soul and let her breath out. She uncrossed her legs and removed her hands from her crotch, letting them rest at her sides. I owe it to Kay, I have to finish this. She relaxed her shoulders and ignored the noise completely. Eventually she felt the warm water pooling around her bare feet, but she ignored that too. After maybe two minutes, the spray of water fell silent and she opened her eyes. The door was fully ajar and she calmly walked through, feeling more proud of herself than was probably necessary. I hope Dee sees this.
After she pulled herself together, she noticed that what had been a very dim and almost spooky hallway her first time here was now well-lit and inviting. She walked through, gingerly rubbing her belly. It was getting solid but it wasn't stretched to its limit, though it still felt very sensitive after the incident in the shower. She was so focused on the sensations in her bladder that she nearly fell flat on her face as she tripped over something hard and leathery.
Emma gasped and held herself as she stared angrily at whatever had tripped her, then she groaned and stood straight as she saw the second black boot and her fifth bottle of water laying unceremoniously on the floor of the hallway. Emma leaned back on the left wall and breathed heavily for a while. That almost scared the wee right out of me. And if I actually fell I absolutely would have burst. She sighed and bent over with a moan, picking up the boot and bottle. As much as she didn't want to, she opened the water and began to drink.
As the water slid down her throat, she could feel incredible pressure bombarding her pee hole. It felt so intense, a great need that rivaled her most desperate moments here – But once more, she told herself that it was only in her head. My bladder has room to expand still...it's just because of the liquor from last night, just because I keep drinking...I know I can overcome it. Emma inhaled deeply, tightening her kegels as hard as she could. Along with this, she visualized herself sort of sucking the pee that was just about to leak out back up into her bladder. She knew that wasn't how it worked, but it helped. Her muscles strained and her body shook, but when she relaxed it, she felt a lot better. Finishing the bottle in two more long sips, she dropped it and looked around the hall again. There was no obvious clue, so she reached into the boot. Still nothing. Emma moaned softly and proceeded through the hall, soon approaching the door to the medieval scene.
As Emma reached out to open the door, she was interrupted by a loud buzz. She blinked and looked around, her eyes settling on a large, square box that was tucked into the corner next to the door. A note rested on top that simply read: 'Put it on.' Emma shrugged, dropped the boot, and picked up the box, fiddling with the latch until it fell open and revealed a folded blue garment of some sort. Emma held the box between her neck and her breasts as she grasped the silky fabric, and then she let the box fall. She was left holding a simple blue silk dress, something that a lady might have worn while traveling a few hundred years ago. With her bladder throbbing and her patience wearing thin, she quickly pulled the dress on over her clothes and laced up the front until it covered the black tank top. Deciding to leave the boot in the hallway to pick up later, she reached for the door again, and this time walked through unimpeded.
“HA!” boomed a powerful female voice the moment Emma cleared the threshold of the room. Emma yelped loudly and jumped, once again catching herself on the very edge of a huge leak. She doubled over and clenched her fists tightly, glaring towards the source of the voice.
In the corner of the room was a seemingly authentic medieval torture rack, leaning diagonally against the stone wall. Next to said rack was a number of desks with various items scatted on them, including a large bucket and a massive assortment of BDSM equipment. Far more interesting than this was the occupant of the rack: The tall brunette woman that Emma knew as Cece, who had escorted the fake Jae out of the compound after the game had been brought to an abrupt end. Cece was dressed in worn leather pants, a chainmail shirt, and a steel breastplate. With her hair tied in a long but messy braid and a black, feathery masquerade mask, she looked like she could have come straight from another century. Emma finally caught her breath after the scare, and she stood up straight and opened her mouth to complain, but Cece interrupted her.
“I see the evil Queen has sent another one of her minions to question me...but I shall never give up the location of the treasure! And no matter how much water and wine you people force me to drink, I shall never degrade myself in front of you! Do your worst!”
Emma stared at Cece, her mouth hanging slightly open. Alright, it's obvious what's going on here. I've finally been given a part to play. Cece holds the next clue, and I have to 'torture' it out of her.
If she wanted to handle this quickly, Emma knew that she had to throw herself head-first into the role. She stood straighter and puffed out her chest, approaching Cece with her hands on her hips. “You will give me the information I need,” Emma commanded. “You say you won't degrade yourself in front of me...let us see just how desperately you need to relieve yourself.” Emma placed her right hand against Cece's stomach, just under the rim of the breastplate. She pushed in and she could feel Cece's completely solid bladder even through the chainmail shirt.
Impressively, Cece's only reaction was to grimace slightly and flex her bound legs. “You think that will shake my resolve? I have the strongest bladder in the Queendom, no woman can force me to make water against my will!”
“I have no time for your games,” Emma hissed. She reached for the straps that held Cece's breastplate on and pulled them loose one by one, then she tore the heavy steel free of Cece's body and discarded it on the stone floor. Next, Emma grasped the chainmail shirt by its collar and ripped through the thin leather knots that held the front of it together, revealing a wool undercoat that protected Cece's skin from the chain.
Emma closed her right hand into a fist and leaned into Cece's bladder, hard. It really was solid as a rock, providing full resistance. Again, Cece just flexed her considerable muscle and scowled at Emma.
“Tell me what I want to know and I will free you,” Emma offered.” I'll let you empty that bursting bladder into a nice bucket rather than all down your legs. What do you say?”
“Is this all you've got?” Cece countered.
Emma sighed. It was clear that Cece was full beyond belief, but her pure physical strength was incredible. Emma turned away and looked over the items that covered the nearby desks. With the equipment provided, she could come up with any number of ways to force the pee out of Cece over time – She would eventually HAVE to let it out, of course. The problem was that Emma's own full, taut bladder did not have until 'eventually.' She scanned the device that Cece was bound in, trying to work out how it was set up – And then it clicked. I can use her own strength against her.
Emma grinned wickedly, causing Cece's confident gaze to falter for a second. “Whatever you've got planned will not work!” she blustered.
Emma stayed quiet and picked up four leather belts. With no time to lose, she circled around behind the rack and buckled all four of them around Cece's midsection, pulling them tight.
“If you think this tiny bit of pressure will cause me to-”
“Shut it, prisoner!” Emma ordered. The redhead then reached to Cece's right wrist and quickly unbuckled the strap that held her arm in place.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Cece asked, her feigned English accent failing for a moment. “Why are you freeing my arm?”
“I SAID SILENCE!” Emma shouted. She circled around the rack and released Cece's left arm next. The bound woman reached down and tried to pull the belts binding her midsection, but they were buckled on the other side of the rack. She was still stuck. “You might be able to resist the pressure a small woman like me can apply, but how about the entire weight of this monstrosity?”
With that, Emma gripped the top of the rack and pulled hard, tipping it forwards and using the stone wall as leverage to slowly lower it towards the ground. Cece began shrieking and cursing as her front approached the stone floor, and she threw out her arms to block the weight of the rack from squishing her bladder. Cece was left with a choice to either hold a push-up with close to her full body weight strapped to her back or to allow that weight PLUS her own to compress her bulging bladder against a hard floor. Just as Emma anticipated, she chose the first option.
Cece held on for maybe twenty seconds before she started spilling her guts. “THE POOL, THE NEXT CLUE IS IN THE POOL ROOM, LIFT ME UP, I CAN'T HOLD IT IF I HAVE TO LIFT ALL THIS WEIGHT, KAY WON'T LIKE IT IF I PEE YET, I'LL GET IN TROUBLE, PLEASE EMMA!”
Not only did Cece divulge the information, but Emma had forced her to completely break character. Emma stood still, looking down at the desperate girl in such an awkward position. “There's no way I'm strong enough to lift you back up,” Emma said with a shrug. Emma knelt down and leaned in as close to Cece's ear as she could, whispering so softly that not even the pristine quality of the compound's microphones could possibly pick up her voice. “Kay won't be happy with you for breaking character either, I'm sure. She doesn't seem to be talking today, so I'll pass on my own punishment. You know...for wasting my time.”
Emma stood straight again and reached her foot under the rack, hooking Cece's left arm with her toes and pulling it out. With a grunt and a muffled curse, Cece hit the ground and an absolute torrent immediately started flooding out from the waistband of her leather pants. Her pee puddled around her breasts and thighs, saturating the wool coat. A second later, two more waterfalls poured from the ankles of the waterproof pants, spreading out in a huge circle that quickly lined all four walls of the small room.
It only took seconds of Cece wetting herself to send Emma's own body into throes of torment. She could feel her hot pee burning in her urethra, she could feel the waistband of her panties and pajama shorts digging into her hard bladder, she could feel a huge spurt held tight just inside of her straining pee hole. With tears of desperation forming in her eyes, Emma nearly flew out of the medieval scene, leaving Cece face-down in the ocean of pee that was still exploding out of her athletic body. Slamming the door shut behind her, Emma sank to the ground with her chest heaving and her face coated in sweat.
“Professor...” Emma panted, clutching her chest with her right hand and pressing hard between her legs with her left. “Please send someone in there to get Cece out fast, I can't believe I just left her there but I can't take the sight of it. I'm so fucking desperate already. I'm guessing I won't get told off for what I did in there, because it absolutely is something that you would do, don't try to hide it.”
She stayed where she was and kept trying to catch her breath, until she felt hot liquid soaking into the back of her dress. Emma yelped and scrambled to her feet, terrified that she had started wetting herself without even feeling it. However, that was not the case; Cece's incredible puddle was starting to leak through the gap at the bottom of the door. Emma cursed and pulled the dress off, tossing it on top of the box that it came in. The butt of her pajama shorts were wet with Cece's pee, and the sensation made it even harder for her to hold the leaks that were begging to squeeze through her clenched thighs.
Emma had always been a leaker. Throughout her life, whenever she really needed to pee she would dribble in her panties when the pressure got too great. It was only here that she was forced to suppress the natural urge to spurt with the waves of desperation that cascaded inside of her.
She placed a hand on her belly. It was now round and solid, not a bit of softness left to it. She could no longer blame running water, or being startled, or seeing someone else pee. Emma was now truly and seriously desperate, and she had no idea how many more items she had to find. She picked up the boot, squeezed her tired kegels to their limit, and started walking back towards the bedroom, her determination as strong as ever.
-To be continued in what may be the most intense, authentic, and unadulterated description of true desperation ever written. |
Part Ten-
I can't believe I'm considering this...but I need to take another break. Safety first...I need to let some more of the water go down before I drink anything else. Just ten minutes and I'll be able to continue. Emma left the hallway to the medieval scene and stepped back into the bathing room. Expecting another trap, she stiffened up as she moved through the small room, but luckily nothing bad happened as she stepped into the bedroom. Now that I think about it, didn't Kay promise that there wouldn't be any traps in the bedroom or in the bathing room? Bloody liar...
Emma made her way to the bed with a sigh. Nothing to do about it now. She sat on the bed and laid back, placing both hands on her bulging bladder. She rubbed and prodded it, enjoying the sensations and the pressure. She kept playing with her sensitive belly until she felt an especially powerful spasm, and she dropped her arms to her sides before she accidentally squeezed some pee out. With nothing to do but wait until her stomach settled, Emma closed her eyes with another sigh...
And woke up forty five minutes later, her entire body racked with pain and her bladder absolutely DEMANDING relief. Emma screamed and clenched her fists so hard it hurt, her face twisting up in agony and her privates burning with pressure unlike anything she had ever felt. “HOW THE FUCK DID I FALL ASLEEP!?” she cried out loud, knowing full-well that nobody would respond. “How...I was already so desperate...” Emma folded up her arms and clenched her entire body, shaking all over and gasping with every breath.
I know I'm exhausted from last night, from running all over the complex, from not getting enough sleep every night...Even so, I can't believe I could sleep like that. I'm doomed, I'm absolutely fucking doomed. Emma slowly straightened her right arm, sliding her hand through the waistband of the pajama shorts. She felt her crotch, expecting to feel her panties soaking wet. Somehow she was still completely dry, she hadn't even leaked as she slept. I'm still holding all of it...I've got a chance, I've got to move, I don't have any time left. Emma sat up as gingerly as she could. The motion caused her massive, distended bladder to compress, sending a tsunami of torment to batter her womanhood. The pain directly inside her pee hole was the worst by far. Her absolute need to leak, to relieve just a tiny bit of pressure, it screamed at her. Her poor body had no way to understand why this was happening to it, why she wouldn't just open her legs and empty herself where she sat, why she would keep herself in such agony when she had no true need to.
Her spirit, however, was burning with the boundless determination of a Spartan on the field of battle. If I end up wetting myself because of such an idiotic mistake, how will I ever live it down here? If I fail the challenge, if I fail Kay, if I fail MYSELF because of this, I'll walk out of here without accepting a god damned cent from her. The sad truth was that all the pee stuffed into her straining bladder had literally nowhere to go but out, and Emma knew it. “Do not urinate under any circumstance,” Emma stated out loud. “Every single drop of liquid that leaves my body must be released completely, totally, and unequivocally against my will. I am to behave like peeing is a crime of the highest caliber.” Kay's own words. The only reason that I'm here is to hold it beyond my limit. If I start leaking now, I'll prove myself weaker than Dee, weaker than Tsu...weaker than Kay.
Emma screamed out loud and stood up straight, clenching her pee hole with what felt like the last of her strength. She was furious at herself, for reaching her limit this way. She knew the alcohol from last night was to blame. How unbelievably stupid, getting drunk at a place like this, I'm an absolute idiot! She internally berated herself throughout the length of the bedroom, down the stairs, through the living room and down the entire hallway, and finally she approached the door to the pool room.
The pressure inside of her seemed to increase noticeably on a second-to-second basis, the liters of water she drank flowing straight through her. The need was already strong before she fell asleep... Now, though... “I'm gonna wee myself,” Emma stammered. The sudden realization hit her as she reached for the door. “It's already too much pressure. I can't stop myself from leaking anymore...” She didn't even know who she was trying to talk to. Kay? She wasn't answering, and even if she did, what could she say to help? Was she just talking to herself? It helped her focus, but ultimately it could not save her. That's it then, innit? As soon as I open this bloody door, I'm gonna see the water and I'm gonna wet myself right there. I just can't wait anymore.
Resigned to her failure, she sighed and pushed open the door. The scent of chlorine instantly filled her nostrils...but the pool was completely empty. Emma blinked at it, silently mouthing: “Are you fucking kidding me...?” Her legs stiff and heavy, she walked across the tile floor to the edge of the deep pool. Laying there, smack in the center, was a matte black plastic case, close to four feet long. The words "OPEN ME" were written on it in bold white letters. On top of the case next to the words sat her sixth bottle of water...the bottle that would put the quantity of liquid flooding into her bladder at three full liters, not even considering what was already in there. Absent choice, Emma began the walk to the stairs that led into the pool.
There might as well be “TRAP” written across the ceiling in neon lights...I don't know what she's got planned, but whatever it is...I won't be able to hold through it. Emma slowly descended into the pool, twelve feet down, her eyes half closed in a defeated depression. She had wanted to win so badly, to make Kay and all the other women here proud. To satisfy the clients, to really earn the incalculable amount of money she originally came here to get. But with how her body felt right now, with her bladder about to start leaking any second, there was just no way. She reached the black case and gingerly lowered herself to one knee.
Emma grasped the clasp and pulled. It wouldn't budge. Leaning closer, she saw an electronic lock embedded under the handle. There was no number pad, no thumb print scanner, and nothing else aside from a bright red light that quite obviously signified that it was locked. There seemed to be no way to open it. Emma stood back up with a groan and tried to lift the case. Again, it wouldn't budge. It seemed to be completely stuck to the floor. The effort of trying to lift it sent a shockwave through her body that came within a millisecond of forcing a spurt out of her tormented urethra. Somehow, despite the incomprehensible pain and pressure between her legs, she held in the leak with power that had no discernible source. Her muscles were dead, her will was faltering, but something was still allowing her to hold.
Physically exhausted and desperate simply beyond words, Emma instead reached for the bottle of water. Maybe the case won't dislodge until I drink... She struggled to twist the lid off, every iota of physical strength centered on the war between her legs.
Finally it came loose, and she chugged the bottle in one long, gulping sip. Pacing herself didn't matter anymore. Either this is the last item, or I'll fail the challenge. It's as simple as that. My only chance is to get this thing back to the living room before this bottle starts getting to my bladder. Emma dropped the bottle and waited. Nothing happened. She gave the case a shove with her foot to see if it had come loose, but there was no such luck. Emma held out her arms in confusion, hopelessly gazing around the empty pool. I can't think straight. I'm in too much pain. There's probably something really simple I'm missing but I just don't have it in me. I...I guess the only thing I can do is get out of here and hold it until I lose all control. If I can't complete the hunt, at least I can give the clients what they pay for. Emma turned away from the case and took two steps towards the stairs.
And then she felt it. The bottoms of her feet suddenly grew chilly and damp, and seconds later water was covering her toes. She opened her mouth in complete, utter disbelief as the pool water flowed in through the floor itself, clearly the same technology that Kay used to measure her subject's pee, but in reverse. Before Emma's eyes, the staircase, her only escape, began retracting into the wall with a loud, mechanical groan. She reflexively tried to run for it, but her abhorrently full bladder, solid as a diamond, would not allow her limbs to move with speed beyond that of a wounded sloth. The pain she suffered from simply raising one leg with the slightest bit of haste caused her eyes to grow wet with tears. She watched, altogether hopeless, as the stairs were fully absorbed into the wall of the pool.
The water was to her ankles now. It seemed to rise about a centimeter per second. Far too desperate to perform any semblance of accurate math, she managed to work out that the pool would be filled in a little over five minutes, if the water continued rising at such a rate. Surprisingly, the presence of the water did nothing to exacerbate the unholy apocalypse that was taking place inside of her. Emma's logical mind was so far gone that whatever mental connection was needed to create the 'Water = Pee NOW' feeling simply wasn't being made.
And so Emma stood there as the water passed her shins, then reached her thighs. Just as it was about to reach her vagina, her attention was drawn by a continuous beeping behind her.
Emma turned slowly, her slack-jawed and aimless gaze focusing slightly as she saw the long, black case floating on the top of the water. As the liquid soaked through her shorts and saturated her panties, she took the smallest step she could towards the case. And then another. As she moved towards it so slowly that she felt frozen in time, the water rose to her belly and surrounded her watermelon-shaped bladder. She also began to feel light now, the water growing high enough that she was gaining some buoyancy. It made it easier to walk, and she managed two real steps and reached out, grasping the handle of the case and pulling it towards her.
The case was heavy, close to eight kilograms if she had to guess. She tried to lift it, but the effort caused the most painful contraction she had yet. Her entire torso was suddenly overcome with excruciating pain. It went beyond her bladder alone. Her sides hurt, her back hurt, and she knew that her kidneys were furiously struggling to force more urine into her completely, utterly, and ultimately full bladder.
Suddenly, Emma's mind felt completely clear. I have to stop. I could actually hurt myself. The money isn't worth it.
Emma relaxed her shoulders. She finally accepted that she had lost. She parted her legs as the water was just brushing the bottom of her breasts. She felt it, the first drop of her pee forming at the edge of her urethra. It was going to come out, she was finally, FINALLY going to end the pain that agonized her so...
She was finally going to disappoint Kay. She was going to take Kay's aid, her faith, her desires, her will, her promise of a life of fantasy together, and she was going to stomp it into the dirt the instant a single drop of her pee flowed into the rising waters. I could legitimately hurt myself. I know that my bladder can't actually rupture, but I could become permanently incontinent, or lose the ability to fully empty my bladder. Even so...I have to hold it in. Because I am...ONE OF KAY'S LOYAL SUBJECTS!
With a fit of incredible determination miles outside of sanity, Emma grasped the case by the handle, and with the last bit of footing she had left, she braced her legs and straight-up threw the heavy case right out of the pool. As soon as it thudded onto the floor above, the water rose to her neck and she was forced to tread water. Her feet left the ground, and she started kicking her legs. With her body almost fully submerged and with no hope to lock up her legs, she had absolutely no idea how she was still keeping her wee from flowing out into the pool. To her, the fact that she was still holding on was outside of the realm of possibility.
The pressure and pain inside of her defied explanation. The torment consumed her entire body. She felt it in her chest, in her arms and legs, every nerve ending in her was firing in response to the true physical crisis that she was experiencing. She imagined what would happen if she felt such pain anywhere else, for any other reason. She would be dialing nine-one-one. She would be in the hospital, doctors and nurses looming over her, trying to figure out what was causing such mindbreaking agony.
As the water continued rising, Emma's mind went blank. She had nothing to do other than wait until the pool filled to the brim before she had any chance to climb out. From that point, it took three more minutes until she could reach out and grab the edge. Thirty seconds later, there was a loud chime and the water stopped rising. Her body moving out of instinct alone, she held on to the edge of the pool, hoisted one leg up, and began hauling herself out of the water. The edge of the pool dug into her adamantium bladder, and as she finally got over it and rolled onto her back, she felt a sort of pop inside of her, between her hips and right above her vagina. It sent a thundering hurricane of pressure across her body, but then it faded.
The inhuman weight pushing against her pee hole seemed to retreat. Where a moment ago her pee felt an instant away from exploding out of her, she now felt far better. She still felt incredibly desperate, but it was like half of her pee had suddenly been transported elsewhere. Oh, bloody hell. I have to have broken something. What the fuck was that? I've never felt that before. I feel better though. Holy shit, what if my bladder actually burst? That can't happen though. I'm healthy, I'm young. And wouldn't that hurt? The pain's gotten a lot better, that can't be it...
“Kay?” Emma called out loud. I know she's listening. If it's actually something bad, she'll know. “Something really weird just happened. I felt like a pop right behind my vag and I feel a lot better but I'm really scared, did I actually break my fucking bladder? Please answer me, am I okay?”
There was a moment of silence, and then... “You're alright, Subject. I'll explain exactly what that was when you are finished. I'd suggest hurrying...you don't have much time left.”
Just hearing Kay's voice made her feel better, let alone the assurance that she hadn't in fact injured herself. Emma inhaled deeply and sat up, then crawled to her feet. Her mind properly focused for the first time since she woke up, Emma walked over to the case. She first noticed that the red light had become green. She slowly lowered herself to one knee and tried the clasp once more. It flipped up easily, and she finally opened the case. “What the actual fuck?” Inside the case rested what Emma immediately recognized as a modernized version of an M14 battle rifle. As an English person, she had certainly never handled a firearm before. However, her immense experience with video games had imbued her with a nearly encyclopedic knowledge of weaponry. She had next to no idea how to operate them in real life, but she could name almost every gun imaginable at a glance.
“Gettin' a little freaked out now,” Emma mumbled. She reached out and took hold of the rifle. The stock and forestock were painted in forest camouflage, and the barrel was jet black. There was a short scope attached, and a strap used for carrying it on one's back. One thing she noticed was that it was missing its magazine, and there was no ammunition in the case either.
Her mind racing, she set the rifle aside and reached for the remaining item in the case; a long, soft bundle wrapped in a black plastic bag. She fiddled with it until the contents fell out, revealing a large towel, a pair of light blue cotton bikini panties, and a matching sundress. I guess this is what I'm supposed to be wearing when I finally wet myself. Wait...that's all that's in here. There's no clue. That means this really IS the last item. I can do it. I can really do it. Emma stood up and slid her thumbs through the waistband of her pajama shorts and panties, using her newfound freedom of motion to slide them both down her legs at once. Little did Emma know that bending forwards so quickly was a mistake on par with Prometheus stealing the Fires of Olympus. As she reached her ankles, she was startled by another pop between her hips, and without the slightest bit of warning, her insane, immeasurable need to piss returned, and it came back even greater than what it was before.
Emma shrieked out loud, screaming in pain as her body was once more completely taken over with pressure and unfathomable desperation. Her hands balled up into painfully tight fists, her arms held out completely stiff and her legs trembling powerfully. She stumbled sideways out of her shorts and panties and grabbed the strap of the rifle, nearly dragging it across the tile until she reached the door of the pool room. She reached for the handle and pulled, but it wouldn't budge. A loud buzzer sounded from somewhere above, and she knew that the door would remain locked until she finished changing.
She pounded on the door and tore at the handle, screaming at the top of her lungs. “LET ME OUT! I CAN'T FUCKING HOLD IT! I'M GONNA DIE IN HERE, YOU BARMY CUNT!” Another buzzer, this one twice as loud as the last. “SHIT!” Emma cried, dropping the rifle again and turning back to the case. She hobbled over to it, the pressure between her legs so far past critical that Emma would have almost believed that God himself was holding her shut, had she believed in such things. She tore off her tank top and threw it aside, barely managing to keep her mask on in the process, then grabbed the blue panties and pulled them up her legs, shaking violently the whole time. Next came the sundress. She pulled it over her head and let gravity carry it down past her breasts and over her hips, then she slid her arms through the shoulder straps as she trudged back towards the door. She grabbed the rifle once more and took the handle, moaning loudly as the door opened with ease.
One hallway. One hallway is all that's left. Emma slung the rifle across her back so she could keep her arms free of the weight, but as soon as she took a step, the scope dug into her back painfully. Deciding that she was suffering enough already, she gripped it by the forestock in her right hand and continued down the long hallway. She could see the living room. It was right there. The knowledge of her objective being so close caused the pressure to increase seemingly tenfold.
Emma began to cry. It wasn't the usual desperate tears, rather full-on sobbing, her emotions breaking down along with her body. Tears streamed down her face, nearly blinding her as she kept moving forwards. Knowing in her heart that she had literally seconds left, she picked up her pace knowing that it would make no difference. For God knows how long, she stumbled through the hall, each step bringing her closer to a full-on violent wetting. The weight of her massive balloon-shaped bladder was focused entirely on her poor, tiny pee hole, one inch of muscle the only thing separating her from a complete physical breakdown. Five seconds later she stepped into the living room. She took three steps towards the coffee table...
And she felt her urethra fill up like a fire hose with the nozzle welded shut. She froze, her control teetering at the edge of the abyss, nothing but the vise-like grip of her thighs keeping her pee held inside. She couldn't move. The table was less than six feet away from her, all the other items resting on top of it, waiting for the addition of the rifle and her unbelievable victory. As she stood there like a statue, she felt her labia grow damp as the pure pressure forced a tiny, restrained stream past her clenched flesh. She was wetting herself, she had reached the end of the line. In her final act of defiance, Emma abandoned all control and sprinted at the table, ignoring the deathly pain in her body that such a reckless motion caused.
As she felt herself begin weeing uncontrollably under her dress, she took the rifle and slammed it onto the table in a panic, shattering the glass into thousands of pieces with the heavy metal barrel. The rifle and all the other items fell through the wooden frame, and she gasped and jumped sideways to avoid the glass and she quickly lost her balance. With the pressure still fully built up in her bulging bladder, her legs couldn't move to stabilize her and she fell over, slamming into the couch and knocking it backwards. She slid onto her butt and leaned back against the couch, her mind barely grasping what had happened.
She had won. The thought pounded at the edges of her consciousness as her truly preposterous hold finally detonated with the power of a collapsing galaxy, the force of her ludicrous stream beyond that which could be rightfully deemed human.
Her pee thundered through the cotton panties, pushing the fabric of their crotch out two inches away from her womanhood. The water splattered in every possible direction, covering the wooden floor and even spraying up onto Emma's own body. Even as she experienced relief beyond reason, she felt a nagging at the back of her thoughts. It took her a moment to realize what she was trying to tell herself, then it hit her. The clothes! She opened her eyes and watched as the ocean of wee approached all of the camouflage clothing that had fallen through the broken table. It'll get absorbed, the measurement won't be accurate...
Forcing her run-down body to move, she leaned forwards, which compressed her still-bulging bladder greatly. The force of her urine somehow increased, shooting almost straight through the saturated cotton and streaming under the table. She gasped as she reached out and grabbed the jacket and the pants, being careful to avoid the glass, and she pulled them away from the rapidly expanding pee. She shook them out to make sure there were no shards stuck to them, and then she tossed them onto the top of the couch. Next she grabbed the boots and did the same, then finally pulled the heavy vest to safety. However, the rifle was on the floor at the other side of the table and she could not reach it without climbing on the glass or standing up, which was absolutely not a possibility right now.
Giving up on keeping the gun dry, she leaned back and let herself be taken by the relief. She closed her eyes again and began to moan as she felt the pain slowly drain out of her body. She placed both hands on her extremely full bladder and felt it deflating under her fingers as her wee continued erupting out of her, reaching the wall under the television and spreading even into the hallway. It just kept coming and coming, Emma honestly couldn't even believe what was held inside of her. She reached between her legs and brushed her clit for a moment, but then she let her hands fall to her sides. I haven't got the energy to get off right now. I don't need to, this relief feels so much better than any orgasm.
And it really did. Every second that the pee flowed out of her gave her a sort of pleasure she could have only ever dreamed of. Her legs still vibrated every few seconds, the rest of her body struggling to truly relax after spending so much time locked up tighter than the gates of Hell. The butt of the light blue sun dress was fully soaked. She hadn't thought to get it out of the way and it was far too late now. She turned her head gingerly and saw her puddle lining the bottom step to the bedroom, a stream going off to the side and flowing towards the kitchen. The size of her puddle was ridiculous, the smooth wooden floor allowing it to freely spread in any and every direction.
Despite how agonizingly full her bladder had been, despite the bulge that made her look like she could have been seven months pregnant, despite the entire floor of the room being coated with pee...Emma's stream eventually began to slow. It took almost another thirty seconds, the entire length of a pretty desperate wee for an average person, for it to fall into a light leak and another ten for it to finally stop completely. Tiny drops still fell from her panties. With the very last of her strength, Emma forced herself to her knees, grasped the back of her dress, and twisted it around to her front. She squeezed it and wrung it out, trying to get as much of the pee as she could into the rest of it on the floor. Once she was satisfied, Emma collapsed onto the couch next to the pile of military gear, leaned back, and shut her eyes. All there was left to do was wait for the count.
And wait she did. With her bare feet, she felt the pee being absorbed through the floor. But the count did not come. She waited and waited, growing frustrated. After what had to be five minutes, she opened her eyes.
Kay was standing directly in front of her, wearing an extravagant and fiery high-slit dress, orange feathers surrounding her neck which perfectly matched her mask. It was different than the dress that Emma had originally seen her in, though the colour scheme was nearly identical. How could she wear anything else with that hair she had? A gorgeous shade of orangey red that Emma could only envy despite her own red hair. With a dumbfounded gaze, Emma just stared at the radiant woman who stood before her. Surprisingly, Kay was just staring back at Emma with the same exact dumbfounded gaze. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes locked on Emma's.
Finally, Kay moved. She glided across the floor straight towards Emma, then in an act far more intimate than Emma anticipated, Kay spread her legs and straddled Emma on the couch, folding her slender and soft arms behind Emma's neck. Kay leaned in and kissed her, her tongue brushing Emma's lips. Kay's left leg was fully exposed, and Emma could just see the waistband of Kay's red panties, as if they would be any other color. Emma reached out and grasped Kay's shoulders, boldly returning the kiss and letting their breasts compress against each other.
Suddenly, Kay moved her hands onto Emma's chest and pushed her back into the couch. “Do you have...any idea...what you've just done, Subject?” Kay whispered, her voice the dictionary definition of the word 'Astounded.'
Emma just shook her head nervously.
“I checked over and over again. I made certain that it wasn't mixed with another result. I checked it on three different computers. I reset the entire system. Twice. It is undeniable. You just released two thousand, two hundred and twelve milliliters in a single pee. You have just...SHATTERED the record of every single woman I have ever brought here. By fifty three milliliters at the closest comparison.” Kay pushed harder against the stunned Emma, squashing her into the cushions as she leaned into her. “What in the world came over you?”
Emma's mouth opened and closed like a landed fish. “I...I don't – I just knew I couldn't disappoint you, Kay. You helped me, you put so much faith in me...how could I let myself fail after everything...”
Kay pushed two fingers against Emma's lips. “You are absolutely insane,” Kay breathed, her voice on the verge of laughter. “You incredible, beautiful, magnificent person. I never could have imagined I would ever meet someone like you. That you would push yourself so far for me, when your capacity wasn't even close to equaling my best subjects...I am so wonderfully in love with you right now.”
Emma's heart was beating at the pace of a Gatling gun. Her chest heaved as Kay loomed over her, her breasts right in front of Emma's face and her ass brushing against Emma's thighs. Losing control of herself for a moment, Emma reached out with her right hand, sliding the tips of her fingers under Kay's dress-
And Kay reached down with the reflexes of a hawk, grasping Emma's wrist hard and pulling her hand away. “Not...yet...” Kay exhaled. “You will not touch me there until the final day, nor will I touch you. The time will come.” Kay took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Changing the subject, you wanted to know what happened to you in the pool room?”
Emma nodded vigorously.
“It's something that very rarely happens to women, and only to ones with small bodies and massive bladders. When a woman is full enough, the expansion of her bladder can actually displace her pelvis much like what happens when a woman is preparing to give birth. It happened to you because you squished your bladder against the edge of the pool, forcing it to expand elsewhere. It's temporary and harmless. The initial process is very...startling, but it creates more room and a great amount of relief. However, as you experienced, over time or with any sudden movement, it can snap back and the pressure on your bladder will return in full.”
“I thought my bladder actually exploded,” Emma chuckled. “I know that can't happen, but I got really scared...”
“And yet you still held on. For me. You are-”
“Sorry to interrupt,” came a voice from behind Kay. She rolled off of Emma, plopping onto the couch with her mouth held open indignantly. “I felt like it was an important enough situation.” Cece stood in front of the television, still wearing her leather pants and soaking wet wool undercoat, the chainmail hanging off her shoulders. The M14 was held in her left hand while she wiped at it with a small towel held in her right. “Your new pet just got piss all over my favorite rifle.”
Edited July 25, 2017 by Bulge_Lover
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Ooohh, someone questioning my continuity! I actually really like that, it's awesome to legitimately discuss the story with people. I'm not saying my writing is flawless by any means. Even my "real" books have issues. But here we go.
1: "Firstly, at the start of this chapter, you seem to forget about the second boot - you never mention Emma actually bringing it from the hallway to her room, or down to the table."
I actually do mention it, but at the end of the chapter previous to this one, Part Nine. Relevant paragraph pasted below:
"She placed a hand on her belly. It was now round and solid, not a bit of softness left to it. She could no longer blame running water, or being startled, or seeing someone else pee. Emma was now truly and seriously desperate, and she had no idea how many more items she had to find. She picked up the boot, squeezed her tired kegels to their limit, and started walking back towards the bedroom, her determination as strong as ever."
However, you seem to certainly be correct about me never specifically mentioning her placing the boot on the table.
"Emma screamed out loud and stood up straight, clenching her pee hole with what felt like the last of her strength. She was furious at herself, for reaching her limit this way. She knew the alcohol from last night was to blame. How unbelievably stupid, getting drunk at a place like this, I'm an absolute idiot! She internally berated herself throughout the length of the bedroom, down the stairs, through the living room and down the entire hallway, and finally she approached the door to the pool room."
It could be seen as implied that she dropped it off during her angry tirade through the complex, but it isn't directly mentioned, so good catch there.
2: Secondly, is the pelvis pop a real thing? Is there a medical term for it?
I have no personal, empirical evidence of this happening due to an extremely full bladder. However, it absolutely does occur before childbirth and the pelvis is physically capable of the motion. I have seen it referenced in a (sadly now deleted) Reddit thread for EMTs and nurses, about an allegedly true account of a woman who was rescued from a car after a tree collapsed on it. She had been stuck in the car for seventeen hours with no shortage of water and when they got her in an ambulance, the pop was loud enough for EMTs to actually hear and she filled two and a half one-liter medical urinals. When she was X-rayed, her pelvis was confirmed to be widened despite never having been pregnant, but it returned to normal soon after. Some other women (Nurses, mostly, I'm sure you've heard of Nurse Bladder) in the comments seemed to confirm the pop with seriously full bladders (with it happening again once they relieved themselves or with sudden movement) while others said they'd never felt it despite having been incredibly desperate. Biologically, it makes sense to me, but the woman would have to have a truly god-tier capacity.
Truthfully, the pop and the cause of the pelvic movement could have been any number of things in such a stressful situation. The women in the comments could potentially be making shit up or missing other potential causes. However, I choose to believe.
3: "If Emma had beaten ever previous record, what would mixing up with another result had done?"
You forget that there are multiple other women regularly wetting themselves all around the (so far unknown) other parts of the complex. The results of their wettings are sent through the same system that records Emma's. What Kay was implying is that, due to a potential glitch, Emma's result could have been combined with another woman's result.
4: Did Megan/Emma later agree that she was fine "working with other actors", or does this just not match up?
Kay only paired Emma with another woman because she consented. Here are the relevant paragraphs:
“Anything you would like. Some girls just take a bit of advice, some like a little company. If you want, I could send Dee in there. She would just stay with you and encourage you to hold, for as long as you would like. Watch television with you, play games with you...even sleep with you, should you desire it. Anything at all to help you hold it in.”
Emma thought for a moment. She did feel a little lonely in here, even with Kay talking openly to her now. Yet she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit embarrassed at the idea of having another person so close to her while she was so desperate and vulnerable. “You know what...go ahead and send her in. I would enjoy some company.”
If Emma had not consented to having Dee there, Kay would have happily continued to record her holding alone and she would have never forced her to interact with others. Not every woman Kay works with is willing to get so intimate with others. However, Emma is an excellent sport and perfectly willing to make friends and have wet fun with other beautiful women, so Kay is taking more liberties over time due to Emma's complete lack of complaint.
That's about it, I think. If you catch anything else you think is off, PLEASE let me know. That isn't sarcasm, I legitimately love hearing about it when someone catches a continuity error, typo, or any other mistake. This is not only because it helps improve my writing at a base level, but because I fully intend to combine this entire collection, once completed, into a fully 'remastered' novel-length story. I plan to fix every single typo, error, continuity fuckup, and even add new content and modify sections that I find a bit dull or poorly-written. I sometimes write while I'm either desperate myself or horny beyond sanity, which makes for very sexually-charged writing...but not very good writing.
Again, tell me if you find anything else, and I hope my explanations cleared everything up.
Thank you!
-B.L.
Edited July 26, 2017 by Bulge_Lover
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Part Eleven-
“Cece!” Kay snapped, crossing her legs and staring at the blonde woman. “You should know better than to interrupt such a situation. The gun will be fine. Even if it was damaged, I could buy you a thous-”
“It's not about damage, it's about respecting my property,” Cece said, holding the now-clean rifle over her shoulder. “I was using this rifle when I won the-”
“SILENCE!” Kay suddenly shouted. She then cleared her throat and reached into her breasts, withdrawing a small remote. She pressed a button on it, then stuffed it back down her dress. “Alright, cameras are off. Cece, you need to be more careful. If you'd said what championship you won, anybody watching could easily work out your identity. Don't prove my letting you participate a mistake. Shit, how many professional female shooters could there even be out there? I just hope Beatrice bleeped that before it went live.”
“I'm sure she did,” Cece sighed. “You're right, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for interrupting, but this gun is really important to me.”
“I know, I'm sorry too,” Kay said softly. She stood up and embraced the ragged and still-damp Cece, completely unconcerned for her own ornate dress. “Go to your room, have a nice bath. You can have tomorrow off to make up for the ordeal you went through today.”
Cece blinked. “Uhm, thank you, but wasn't I supposed to, you know...” She trailed off, tilting her head up towards Emma, who grimaced and sunk back into the couch. She couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by Cece. Not only was she nearly thirty pounds of pure muscle heavier than Emma was, but a professional shooter as well? And Emma seemed to have gotten on her bad side first thing.
“Nope,” Kay sighed. “Emma is going to take tomorrow off as well. She needs to be examined to make sure she didn't hurt herself, and she needs to recover.”
Cece furrowed her brow and stared at Emma. “Wait, what did I miss?”
Kay smiled and sat back on the couch, nuzzling her head on Emma's shoulder. “This magnificent woman just broke the record. She released over twenty-two hundred milliliters.”
Cece's eyes went wide and it was clear that she was trying hard not to freak out. She stammered for a moment. “This kid?” she finally barked, pointing two fingers at Emma, who had practically fused with the couch at this point. “How's that even possible, wasn't she at like fifteen hundred last time?”
“Sixteen,” Kay corrected her. “Yes, though, it is truly unbelievable. She pushed herself so far, like her life truly depended on it. The greatest display I've ever seen. That said, I'm very concerned for her. Please return to your quarters like I asked, and bring up the medbay on your way.”
Cece glanced suspiciously at Emma for a moment, then nodded. She strode out of the living room, and Emma leaned over the side of the couch to watch as she made her way to the end of the hall and into the classroom scene. A moment later, Emma heard a loud mechanical grinding, like the sound of a freight elevator.
“The bloody hell is that racket?” Emma muttered, squinting at the door to the classroom scene.
“Follow me and find out,” Kay quipped, gracefully getting to her feet. Emma sat up straight and leaned forwards, then slid off the couch onto her knees.
“I don't think I can stand properly,” Emma breathed with a nervous giggle. “My legs feel like I've just run a triathlon.”
“That's to be expected after what you just did,” Kay explained, smiling lovingly at Emma. She reached down and grasped the redhead's hand, pulling her to her feet and keeping her held in a steady embrace. “Not many people would think so, but holding one's bladder to its true limit is one of the most exhausting things a person can do, in every way. The mental fortitude it takes to withstand the pain, the sheer willpower it takes to ignore a biological NEED, not to mention the pure physical strength it takes to withstand such pressure.”
Kay closed her eyes and smiled wider, and Emma noticed Kay's right hand shifting slowly between her legs. A second later though, she clenched her fist and withdrew it. “I've spoken with many women, and male clients, who find wetting to be something degrading. Something humiliating, a sign of weakness. But it is the exact opposite of that, Megan. You know it as well as I do, now. The raw power it takes to bring your body to that point of complete failure... It is incredible. Even if your bladder is tiny, to hold it all in until it just forces its way out of you is a display of strength, not weakness. Someone weak would squat in an alley after a night out drinking. Someone weak would excuse themselves from a meeting to use the toilet. Someone weak would walk out in the middle of a movie. Someone weak would- Wait, are you peeing?”
Emma blinked and looked down. Sure enough, a light stream of completely clear liquid was dripping down her legs and onto her and Kay's feet. “Looks like it,” Emma muttered. “I'm really sorry... I can't control it at all...”
Kay tilted her head and kissed Emma on her mouth. “That's also to be expected. The first time Tsu broke fifteen hundred, she was dribbling for like, three days. That's still a pretty average capacity for this place though. With what you did... Let's just get you in a bed. Come on.”
Kay nearly carried her through the hallway, her slender body hiding surprisingly strong arms. “Was the footage good?” Emma asked suddenly. “I kind of just fell over, wasn't thinking about a good angle...”
“There's no such thing as a bad angle in this place,” Kay assured her. “That said, the footage from this wetting was absolutely phenomenal. Remember the camera in the coffee table? It caught EVERYTHING. Dead-on, in 4K. It's one of the closest, highest-resolution soakings we've ever had. The level of detail is astonishing.”
Emma went red at the thought of strangers staring directly at her peeing crotch in Ultra HD as they reached the door to the classroom scene, and Kay pushed it open with her foot. Emma looked up as bright white lights caught her eye, and she blinked repeatedly. They were standing in what seemed to be a large hospital room, five beds lined in a row. One was occupied by a naked and sleeping middle-eastern woman with bandages wrapped around her arms and stomach. This was unusual enough, but the stranger thing was that she was not wearing a mask. On the right side of the room was a counter, and behind said counter was an exceedingly tall woman of about forty years with jet-black hair and thick glasses, also maskless.
“Hello, Doctor,” Kay panted. “Let me introduce you to-”
“Emma, isn't it?” the woman interrupted. “Yes, I saw what happened. Please lay down next to Maisha there. I'll be with you in a moment.”
Kay nodded and dragged Emma to the bed next to the other woman and set her down. As soon as she fell back, another spurt of pee leaked out of her, soaking a small spot of the sheet.
“So, what is this?” Emma asked. “You film the nurse fetish stuff in here?”
Kay blinked and shook her head. “No, we have another room for that. This is a fully functional medical facility, and Dr. Elise is a real doctor. She was a subject, years ago, and she wanted to use her earnings to pay for medical school. When I learned of this, I offered to cover the cost of her education as well as paying her in full should she join my little cult here. She's a licensed general practitioner, and she also has degrees in urology, gynecology, and psychology. I should also mention that the Elise and Maisha are these women's real names, not code. You're not to mention either of them outside of this room."
Emma looked to the doctor with an impressed nod. “Wait, if this is real...” Emma's voice fell to a whisper. “What happened to...” she barely tilted her head towards the bandaged, sleeping woman next to her.
“I have no right to tell you,” Kay said simply, frowning slightly. “Get to know her when she wakes up, maybe she'll explain. Do not press her though. I love you, but I won't stand for it if you upset this woman.”
Emma blinked and nodded. “Of course. I'll be respectful.”
“Good,” Kay said, her smile growing back quickly. “Oh, I almost forgot... I have something for you. I noticed how badly you wanted to watch the videos in the classroom scene earlier. Take this.” Kay reached down her dress again and pulled out a smartphone and a pair of earbuds.
Emma's mouth fell open for a moment. “How the hell do you keep so much stuff in your tits? No offense, but they're not that large...”
Emma feared a bollocksing for her comment, but Kay had to bite into her arm to stifle a giddy laugh. “It's excellent, isn't it? Look...” Kay peeked over her shoulder at the doctor, who was buried in a folder, not paying the slightest bit of attention. She then looked back to Emma and reached for her chest, gripping the neckline of her dress. She folded it over, exposing her breasts – And a row of deep pockets lining the inside of the dress. Emma's mouth fell open slightly. The last thing she expected was to see this part of Kay right now. Even though they were breasts as plain as any other woman's, the intimacy of Kay's gesture made Emma shiver.
“Pockets!” Kay squealed as quietly as she could, sounding like an overexcited schoolgirl. “No decent women's clothing has pockets in it, but I can get around that when I have my own made. I just have them put on the inside so they're not visible. I can fit everything except the kitchen sink in here.” She released the dress and let the cups flip back into place. She didn't seem to find her own action sexual or unusual at all; something that made sense in her line of work, Emma supposed. “Anyway, this phone's got a whole bunch of my videos in it. They're sorted by the subject's names. You can watch anything you like. There is...one catch,” Kay said, her smile growing slightly evil. “The doctor will tear you a new one if she catches you playing with yourself in here. No matter how horny you get, you hold it together and save all that energy for our...encounter, after your final challenge.”
Kay pursed her lips. “In fact, even after you get out of here, if I catch you doing anything before we have our time together, you'll be in for it. You're not to have any sexual contact with Dee, Tsu, or any other subject either. From this point on... You're... Mine.” With that, Kay slid her left hand down to the slit in her dress, pulling it aside. Emma's eyes shot down instantly, going wide as crystal balls as they fell on Kay's panties. Other than the crotch, they were made from see-through mesh. Emma could see Kay's fire-red hair pressing against the material, and the very tip of her clit above the cotton crotch that obscured the rest of her womanhood. Kay reached down with her right middle finger, tracing a line back-to-front, the outline of her labia growing visible through the thin fabric.
Emma's breath quickened, and she felt blood rush to her face. The room suddenly felt far warmer. She bit her lip as she felt her heart begin to race. There was an ache between her legs, completely unrelated to the soreness from her hold. She grew hot and damp, a new wetness growing inside of her. Emma's palms tingled, her breath shook, her toes curled and she licked her lips, dry from her quick breaths- And then Kay released her dress and turned, striding out of the room without another word.
Emma's head fell back on the pillow, her pussy throbbing and desperate for attention. She gripped her sheets hard and shut her eyes, fighting the temptation to just start going at it.
“Ahem.”
Emma yelped and opened her eyes. Dr. Elise was standing over her, holding out her gloved hands. “I'm going to check you out now, alright?” she said kindly.
Emma just nodded.
Elise smiled and helped Emma undress, sliding off her saturated panties first. “Oh, you don't need that mask in here. The cameras are only for me to see when I'm in my office, should something go wrong.” She pulled Emma's mask off and then removed her dress. She covered Emma's chest with a thin sheet, then walked back to her counter to change her gloves. “You'll be allowed to shower as soon as you can stand properly. For now I'm just gonna make sure you haven't broken anything.” Elise returned quickly and stood right next to Emma. She reached out and placed her hand on Emma's belly, pressing gently. “This hurt?”
“Not at all,” Emma said truthfully. “It's just numb.”
Elise nodded. She slid her hand lower and pushed slightly harder. Emma grimaced as a surprisingly large spurt of pee flew out of her, splashing on the tile floor. Elise slanted her lips. “Well, that means there's something in your bladder. With how much you drank, it should be filling quickly. Do me a favor and urinate by yourself, as much as you can.”
Emma shrugged and relaxed as much as she could, pushing gently. A stream started up quickly, soaking her butt and flowing off the sides of the bed. She peed for about five seconds before it tapered off.
“Excellent,” Dr. Elise said with another nod. “If you can urinate at will, you're almost certainly fine. Now I'm going to ask that you try to hold it the next time you feel the need. Shouldn't be long. I won't make you hold it until you're bursting, it's just that if you can feel pressure in your bladder and it's not coming out by itself, that means you're good to go.”
“I understand,” Emma said. “I'm sure I'm alright. I'm just tired.”
“Well, duh,” Elise said with a smile. “That was the largest pee I've ever seen, outside of a medical emergency anyway. Rest up. I'll be around.”
Emma closed her eyes and lay there for a good half an hour. However, she could not fall asleep. The smartphone in her hand called to her. Eventually, she sighed and sat up slightly. She plugged in the earbuds and turned on the phone. It went through its startup ceremonies, and then she opened the gallery. There were many folders, labeled by letter. Just like she did in the classroom scene, she first opened the folder marked “K.” Inside was a single image of a woman's middle finger, nails painted red. Don't know what I expected.
With another sigh, she went back to the list and decided on a woman that she did not know: Q. Inside were three videos, each about four hours long. Shrugging, she opened the first one.
The screen faded to solid white, and ornate letters formed one by one. “The Queen's Desperation: Volume One.” The white faded as well, revealing what looked like a dungeon. It was different than the one that she had been in, however. A stone slab sat alone in the middle of the room, a naked blonde woman chained to it by all four limbs. The only thing she wore was a yellow mask that almost matched her hair. Her bladder protruded past her breasts, and she moaned in agony with every breath. Emma watched in a trance as the woman held on with amazing willpower, her bladder constantly growing. Eventually a group of masked women wearing chainmail and leathers walked in and taunted the woman, insulting her 'Kingdom.' Emma recognized Cece among them. They pressed on her belly and tried to force her to lose control, but she held on through it all. Emma jumped around the video, as four hours was quite a lot for her. The woman got more and more frantic as it went on, screaming and cursing, her stomach the shape of a watermelon as Emma skipped past the two hour mark.
Emma was dumbfounded at the woman's control as her 'captors' returned once more in an attempt to force her to pee. She spurted a number of times as they pressed and prodded at her, but it wasn't until the final ten minutes of the video that she really began to lose it. Without warning, a huge spray of clear pee shot out of the bound blonde, splattering against the stone wall. She cried loudly and struggled to contain her flow, but more and more pee puddled around her butt and flowed off the slab she was on. She fought hard for five more minutes before she effectively passed out, and her flow erupted unimpeded. It shot meters through the air, soaking the walls and floor, an absolute torrent. She relieved herself for almost a full minute, despite all that she had already leaked.
Once she was finished, she lay there breathing heavily for a minute before her huge puddle sank into the ground. A few seconds later came Kay's voice. “One thousand, six hundred and ninety milliliters. A wonderful capacity, and a marked improvement over your last hold.”
The Queen just muttered out an exhausted confirmation. The remaining few minutes of the video was just Kay doing a voiceover of text, explaining how to purchase other categories of videos, or how to contact her if you wanted something custom-made. When the screen went black, Emma opened the next one. This opened to the same woman laying in a bed of flowers next to another, younger woman. They were both wearing dresses straight out of the dark ages, dresses that were pulled up over their waists. The bulges of their bladders were visible even through the garments, and the two women fingered each other and kissed passionately. Emma quickly went flush again, her privates begging for pleasure. She turned off the video with a third sigh. I can't deal with that if I can't get off.
Emma retreated from the Q folder. Her eyes then fell on the letter V, and something faded into her memory, something that Dee had said to Tsu...
“If you think for one second that I've forgotten the sight of Vee pissing all over your tits while you were balls-deep in her with that strap-on...”
Emma grinned and opened the folder. There was only one video inside, and it appeared to be three hours long. Emma tapped it quickly. It opened to a bedroom, similar yet slightly different to her own in the complex. A very pale woman with large natural breasts and frizzy red hair sat on the bed, dressed in a set of aqua-blue pajamas with little cartoon whales on it. She wore a mask that matched her pajamas in color, and she looked into the camera.
“Hi,” she said, her voice high-pitched and clearly nervous. “I...I don't know if I'm supposed to be talking to the camera, but I was never told not to. My name is Vee. This is my first time here. I'm excited, and a little scared. I already need to wee pretty badly.” Vee spoke in a slight Scottish accent. It was noticeable, but she was not hard to understand. “I've been told that another woman will be joining me to show me around...”
She leaned back slightly, her legs squirming gently. It was only two minutes until Tsu walked into the frame. Unlike Emma's meeting with her, she was wearing a set of purple and pink polka-dot pajamas. The women introduced themselves, then Vee stood up. As she did so, she moaned slightly and squeezed her thighs together.
“Need to go already, eh?” Tsu asked.
Vee just nodded and blushed. “The Professor made me drink a bunch of tea after I got here...”
“Yeah, she does that when people wet themselves in the car,” Tsu laughed. “Bit of a punishment I guess. Well, let me show you around before you get really desperate.”
Emma watched for a while as the two women moved about the compound. The rooms they went through were very similar to the rooms that Emma was used to... However, there were differences. Not just different decoration, but structurally, and Emma knew that this was a different part of the compound. She couldn't even imagine how large the whole place was. Emma shook her head and skipped about an hour ahead in the video. Things had changed quite a bit. They were now in a sort of lounge, a massive circular couch sitting in the middle of the room. They had also been joined by Dee, wearing her usual emerald green in the form of yet another set of pajamas. The three of them sat on the couch around a wooden table, two large and empty bottles of white wine laying on it. Tsu and Dee were acting normal, but Vee was having an absolute cow. Her hands were both shoved in her crotch, her legs shaking violently up and down, her breasts bouncing freely. Her hair had also frizzed up to a comical level.
“Ohmygodicantholdit, imgonnawee, itsgonnacomeout,” she was ranting.
Tsu was holding her shoulders gently, trying to calm her. “You're okay, if you panic like this it's gonna be much harder to hold on. Your bladder isn't even solid yet. You can still hold it for a long time. It just feels really intense because true desperation is a new sensation for you.”
Vee nodded quickly and tried to stifle her excessive squirming. “Just – Please, distract me, I... I need to think about something else!”
Dee placed her hand on her chin and faked like she was stroking a beard. “We're all sitting here in pajamas like it's a sleepover. Obviously that's the scenario the Professor's trying to set up. How about we dive into that and play truth or dare?”
Tsu and Vee stared at her for a moment, and then they both nodded. “We'll go clockwise,” Tsu said. “I'll go first. Vee, truth or dare?”
Vee looked up at Tsu with desperation clear in her eyes, but she steeled herself and sat up straighter. “Uhm, Dare I guess? Just don't make me do anything physical or I'll really, seriously wet myself...”
Tsu thought for a moment. “Kiss Dee. On the mouth.”
Dee held out her arms and whooped loudly as Vee went red. “I thought dares were supposed to be something bad!” Dee laughed.
“I...I barely know her,” Vee stammered.
“Come on,” Dee encouraged. “We're all open types here, and we're all just girls. C'mere and kiss me.”
Vee flushed redder still, but she smiled and leaned sideways with a groan. “Oh, fuck's sake, I can't move. If I'm gonna kiss you, you come here.”
Dee happily obliged. She got up on the couch and crawled over the table, settling next to Vee. She grabbed the redhead and kissed her deeply and lovingly, and Vee was quick to respond, but Tsu interrupted them before it went too far.
“Vee, your turn,” she shot.
Vee, breathing heavily, looked to Dee. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Dee said quickly.
Vee had to think for quite a while, her bursting bladder preventing much in the way of thought. “Have you ever wet yourself in public, when you really didn't want to?”
Dee barked out a loud laugh. “Oh, loads of times. I have this thing where when it's raining, or if there's a fountain or something, I need to pee IMMEDIATELY. I've wet myself a whole lot because of that. Not so much now that I've learned to hold it so well. Alright, Tsu, your turn. Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Tsu said excitedly.
Dee grinned wickedly. “Ten sit-ups. No pausing to hold it. If you leak, you leak.”
Tsu rolled onto the floor without hesitation and locked her feet under the couch. She began doing the sit-ups, getting through five of them just fine. On the sixth, she moaned for a moment, and on the seventh she yelped loudly. Still she pushed through, and on the ninth, Emma could see a small puddle forming around Tsu's butt. She finished the last sit-up and fell back with a gasp, twisting her legs together. “Oh, shit, I'm okay, only leaked a little...”
Dee laughed at her, but Vee just folded up like a knot. “Guys, I'm having a really hard time staying dry... I keep feeling a leak like, just inside my vag. I think my knickers might be a bit wet already...”
“Just stay focused on the game,” Tsu breathed. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Vee said this time.
Tsu pursed her lips. “How old were you the first time you had sex?”
Vee grimaced and leaned back, starting to shake again. “I... Uhm, I was...”
“Ooohhhh my god,” Dee droned. “She's never done it! She's never been fucked!”
“Shuuuut it,” Vee complained, limply flailing an arm at Dee. “Yeah I've never done it, but it's not like I haven't wanted to, nobody likes my hair...”
“Whaaat?” Tsu whined. “Your hair is amazing! That's not it. And with those tits you could have any guy you want. What's the real reason? You full lesbo?”
Vee laughed, then moaned and tightened up even more. “Nah... I'm fine with girls, but I'm into guys mostly. If I'm being completely honest, I was kind of...scared. What it might feel like, to have a... A thing inside of me.”
“The word you're looking for is COCK,” Dee shouted drunkenly.
“Oh, be nice,” Tsu scolded her. “She's young. I think...”
“I'm nineteen,” Vee mumbled.
“See? Young as fuck. Or...as... Not fuck? Shit, I had way too much wine,” Tsu sighed. “Anyway, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It does seem kind of weird.”
Vee nodded and looked at her feet.
“Would you...like to?” Tsu offered.
Vee blinked and looked back up at her. “Eh?”
“Would you like to feel what it's liked to be fucked?” Tsu asked again. “I'll do it. Right here and now.”
Vee squinted, her eyes flashing towards Tsu's crotch. “Uhm... What? Are you...”
Tsu looked confused for a moment, then saw where Vee was staring. “Oy! No, I don't have a fuckin' dick! I mean with a strap-on. Feels just like the real thing when you use a good one. Are you up for it?”
Dee's eyes were wide at this sudden change of events, her gaze flipping between the two of them. “Vee, you can trust her,” Dee said softly. “She'll make the experience as pleasant as she can. It's something every woman should feel.”
Vee was shaking, both from nerves and desperation. “Okay,” she yelped suddenly. “I'll do it. I'm scared as hell but this whole place is crazy and I'm crazy and I don't even really know how I ended up here and none of this seems real so what the fuck, let's do this!”
Dee threw both arms all the way up in the air and hollered like she'd just scored the winning goal at the World Cup. Tsu just smiled widely and stood. “I'll go get it. You wait here. And don't pee!” At that, Tsu jogged off.
Emma watched as Dee cuddled up next to Vee. “There's really nothing to be afraid of,” she said. “However, I should say that you're actually very brave. New girls usually take a couple of days before they let us start doin' stuff to them. But they always have fun when it does happen.”
Vee didn't respond. She was too focused on holding herself. Dee frowned and grasped both of Vee's wrists. She pulled them hard, forcing them away from Vee's crotch. The woman moaned and protested, too embarrassed to form proper words.
“C'mon, that won't really help you hold it. Besides, you should get nice and ready for Tsu. Can I touch you?”
Vee shivered and nodded.
Dee didn't need to be told twice. She slid her right hand into Vee's pajama pants, quickly finding her clit. It took less than ten seconds for Dee to get the other woman randy. “Do you like the feeling of being so desperate?” Dee asked. “Usually it takes longer for a girl to get so wet when she's holding.”
“I...I love this stuff,” Vee moaned. “I love to just wet myself and play in it, but I want as much money as I can get...”
“Don't worry about the money,” Dee said, somewhat menacingly. “Worry about what the Professor will do to you if you pee before you reach your limit. Trust me, she'll know.
Vee gulped just as Tsu walked back into frame. She wasn't carrying anything. “I'm baaaack,” she sang. “And I've got one of the fanciest ones that Kay has in here. Check this out...” She grasped the waistband of her pants... and slid them down, revealing a bright pink silicon erection, about five inches in length. “Since you're new, I went with a smaller one. How's it look?”
Vee covered her mouth and stared at it. “Ohmygod I can't believe I'm doing this,” she nearly shouted.
“It's okay,” Dee said gently. “It's still just a toy. Nothing to be afraid of. Lean back...open your legs.”
Dee guided her, pushing her back down onto the wide couch. Vee's legs were held together like a vise, but Dee managed to pry them open despite Vee's desperate gasps. Dee then grasped Vee's pajama pants and began to slowly slide them off.
"Subjects," Kay's voice spoke suddenly. "You know you're not supposed to expose yourselves outside of the bathing room..."
Dee stood straight and held her arms out, glancing between all the cameras in the room. "Oh, come on, Professor! Let us have this bit of fun. I'm sure some of the clients wanna see it. Please?"
There was a long pause, and then... "I will allow it. Not for the clients, but I want to see this. Proceed."
Dee grinned and quickly returned to her task. Vee covered her face completely and began giggling uncontrollably as her cleanly-shaven lips were exposed to the open air. She was so completely slick, it looked like someone had dumped a gallon of lube down her pants. Even so, Tsu reached behind her and pulled out a bottle of actual lube that she had held in the waistband of the strap-on. She poured a good quarter of the bottle in her hand and rubbed it all over the toy until it shined in the dim light of the lounge.
It was time. Dee stepped back and sat on the opposite side of the couch, putting her legs up on the table and sliding her right hand into her own panties. If she was gonna watch this, she was gonna enjoy it.
Tsu stepped up to Vee and placed a hand on each of her knees. She spread her own legs so the strap-on was level with Vee's womanhood. Slowly and confidently, Tsu pried Vee's legs apart until she could reach the slick, reddened flower between them. Vee went breathless as Tsu slid inside of her, the abhorrent quantity of lube doing its job well. She only went in about two inches at first, then three, and after a minute she was pounding away at the redhead like a soldier who'd just returned home to his wife from 'Nam.
Vee moaned so loudly that it actually fuzzed the perfect audio of Kay's microphones for a moment, absolute pleasure clear in her tone. She wrapped her legs around Tsu's waist, pulling her in tightly. Tsu reached down and placed her hands on Vee's belly for balance, causing Vee to shriek in desperation as her now-hard bladder was compressed. Tsu ignored her and kept going at it, leaning forwards and burying her face in Vee's breasts. Three minutes into the session, Vee's body locked up. “I CAN'T HOLD IT!” she shouted. “IT'S TOO MUCH, I CAN'T...”
A few seconds later, Vee was good to her word. The camera angle switched to a position somewhere above Vee's head, and a thick torrent of pee could be seen spraying from the girl, splattering all over Tsu's front. Her pajama shirt was soaked through, rock-hard nipples revealed by the clinging fabric. Tsu simply increased her speed and power, pushing Vee hard against the couch as she lost complete control. She went limp as her bladder emptied itself all over Tsu, the couch, and her own body. While she was still peeing, she suddenly began to moan again, and her entire body shook. She thrusted her hips and her chest heaved, and she screamed in pleasure as she had an orgasm so intense and clear that Emma could almost feel it through the fabric of time and space.
Seeing that Vee was completely spent, Tsu tore off the strap-on and turned it on herself, collapsing onto the couch as Dee excitedly crawled over to help. While the two still-horny women had their fun, what little of Vee's pee made it to the floor began to sink in. Kay spoke moments later. “Three hundred and five milliliters, not that it counts... That couch took most of it. Going by duration and the thickness of your stream, I'd say that you were close to a liter. Not bad at all for a first-timer. Please though, next time you're full, make sure it gets on the floor. I want a proper count from you.”
Vee could barely open and close her mouth in confirmation, but Kay seemed to understand as she responded with a “Thank you, Subject,” before going quiet again.
Emma watched Tsu and Dee play with each other for a couple more minutes, her body and soul wanting nothing more than to be a part of that right now. She was so absorbed in the scene on the smartphone that the soft and gentle “Hello?” emanating from her right sounded like a thunderclap. She shrieked and tossed the phone half way across the room, causing the buds to tear violently from her ears and the battery to fall out.
Breathing heavily, Emma turned her head. The middle-eastern woman was awake, looking at her with her brows furrowed. “I apolgize if I scare you,” she said with a heavy accent. “I do not mean to...”
“It's fine,” Emma panted. “It's my fault for not paying attention to anything around me.” She took a deep breath. “I'm Emma. It's nice to meet you.”
The woman smiled, although it seemed forced. “I, er... I am?
“You've got it,” Emma encouraged her.
“I am Maisha,” she finished. “It is nice to meet you as well.”
*****
Author's Notes: I do apologize for taking so long to get this part out. I've had a lot going on, and I've also been busy writing one of my "real" novels. I've had an amazing time writing this story, and we are reaching the end of the main tale of Kay's wonderland. Yes, that means there will be spin-offs and short stories based in this universe once this thread comes to an end. The best is yet to come, and I look forward to writing it.
I will also say that I'm well aware of the unrealistic nature of Vee's experience. A woman's first time is almost always uncomfortable, if not downright painful and unpleasant. However, this is a fantasy world where women do not have to deal with such inconveniences.
There's also the matter of the "mini-chapter" that I've mentioned. I've scrapped that idea, and sort of combined it into this chapter. It was going to be Emma recovering and watching the videos, and I was going to write a lot more of them. However, I'll be putting those stories in their own, shorter threads in the future.
As always, thank you for reading, and all comments are greatly appreciated. I will, however, state that this thread WILL NOT BE CONSIDERED DEAD until I the words "The End" grace the bottom of the final chapter. There may be extended delays between chapters, but unless I straight-up actually DIE, this story absolutely will be finished. You have my word as an author.
-B.L.
Edited October 21, 2017 by Bulge_Lover
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Part Twelve-
“Are you okay?” Emma asked, looking over the bandages that were wrapped around Maisha's arms and torso.
“I am,” Maisha responded. “Now that I am here, anyway. Elise is taking very good care of me.”
“Brilliant,” Emma said with a smile. She looked up at the ceiling, uncertain of what she should say next. “Since I know your real name, it's only fair I tell you mine. I go by Emma here as you know, but my name is Megan.”
“I'm glad you're here. Not in the hospital room of course, just like...in general. I haven't had much contact with anyone other than Kay and the Doctor since I got here.”
Emma held her lips open slightly, again at a loss for polite words.
“Let me guess,” Maisha chuckled, quickly catching on to Emma's awkward silence. “Kay told you not to bother me or she'd do something horrible to you?”
Emma snorted a laugh through her nose, then yelped as a tiny spurt of pee leaked out of her and soaked into the sheets. She exhaled and nodded. “That's about it, yeah.”
Maisha sighed. “She has been so protective of me since I got here. I appreciate her kindness, I truly do, but I wish she would calm down just a bit. So tell me, Kay's request be damned, do you wish to know how I ended up like this?”
Emma grimaced but nodded again. “I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious.”
“I've been stuck in here for three days with nobody but the doctor, and she is buried in paperwork the entire time. Then Kay comes in for a few minutes each day trying to mother me. Like I said, I am glad to have someone new to speak with.” Maisha took a deep breath and shut her eyes. “I am sure you can tell by the colour of my skin that I am Muslim. Or... I was. I had a husband. We were from Iran, originally, but for years now we've lived in New Jersey in a large Muslim community. My husband was very traditional. He was good to his faith for as long as I had known him. Me, not so much. I would wear a hijab, I would not speak to other men, I was perfect outside of our home. But at night, while he worked, I made money in my own way.”
“You were a cam girl,” Emma stated. “Just like the rest of us, right?”
Maisha nodded, her face growing slightly sad. “One night, about a week ago, my husband came home early. I never found out why. He opened the door to our room and found me naked, touching myself, in front of my laptop. He went insane. He tried to kill me. He beat me bloody with his briefcase, all while the laptop was still streaming. At the moment, I had no idea who or what she was, but Kay had been watching. The next afternoon, the door to our house was kicked in and five people, they looked like soldiers, they came in and they shot my husband with some sort of green rifles, they fired little... I do not know, like little balls?”
“Beanbag shotguns,” Emma muttered, her mind flashing back to a few hundred hours in S.W.A.T 4. “Non-lethal but they can knock people out and cause severe pain.”
“That was it then,” Maisha confirmed. “They fired at him many times. I knew he was not dead, he was screaming and there was no blood, but I was absolutely terrified. I could hardly move, I was so injured, and I could do nothing as they dragged me outside and into the back of a truck. That is when I met Kay, and Elise was there too. Kay explained everything as Elise treated my injuries. She bribed the guy who ran my cam site a few hundred thousand dollars to surrender my address, and then she sent the people who grabbed me. They were all women, Kay called them her 'security team,' seems more like a private army...”
Maisha breathed deeply and groaned, placing a hand over her bandaged stomach. “After the initial shock, I realized how thankful I was. What little faith I had... It left me all at once as I finally realized that my husband and every man like him are monsters. I wished that they had used real guns. I eventually calmed down, and we drove all the way back here. That is the whole story.”
Emma turned back to the ceiling. “And I thought Kay couldn't get any more impossible,” she muttered. “Who the fuck is she...”
“I have a feeling that her identity is a bit of an 'if I told you, I'd have to kill you' situation,” Maisha sighed.
Emma shook her head. “When I first came here, she gave me the opportunity to ask her three questions that she would have to answer truthfully. One of those three questions was about her identity. She said that she was a well-known woman and that if she answered it she would be putting this whole place at risk, but then said that she would answer if I requested it again. I decided to let it slide and picked a different question. I thought I might be able to work it out on my own if I spent enough time here. How many young women could there possibly be in the world with this kind of money? She's very white, her ancestry is probably European. Irish or Scottish possibly, with the red hair, though it could be dyed. Can't rule out Scandinavian or English either. No accent to help work it out.”
“You've thought about this a lot?” Maisha asked softly.
“Just every bloody moment that I'm not distracted by a very full bladder,” Emma giggled. “I've got nothing, though. I can't think of a single woman that would fit the bill. Anyone with that sort of dosh would be constantly in the public eye. Could never manage something like this in secret. I just don't know.”
“Maybe she's an art thief or a cybercriminal,” Maisha offered with a grin. “She could have just lied about being famous to throw you off the trail and get you to stop asking questions.”
Emma blinked. “Nutty as that is, it's more plausible than anything I've managed to come up with. Especially the cybercriminal one. With all the tech she has here...” Emma shook her head and sighed. “Thing is, the question I asked her after she shut down my first one resulted in a tale about her childhood. She said that she lived in a mansion and that her wealth was 'very old family money,' whatever the shite that might mean. I suppose it could have been a fib, but she seemed so passionate and nostalgic about it.”
“Maybe her great-great-grandparents ran a plantation and owned slaves,” Maisha said next.
This caught Emma very much off guard, and she cough-laughed into her hands and groaned as more pee dribbled out of her. “Oh shush, that's terrible,” she wheezed. “And quit making me laugh, I'm gonna wee myself...”
“Sounds unlikely, but it is a possibility,” Maisha muttered with a bit of a shrug. I researched U.S history pretty deeply when I was working to become a citizen, some of those families still have tens of millions left over from those awful times. Kay might have inherited the money and just sort of ran off with it. Saving me could be her way of making up for her family's history. I'm probably not the only one either, if she has a bunch of soldiers working for her.”
Emma's mind was swimming. “It's...not impossible. But still, someone with that kind of money goes missing, people hear about it. Nothing's a sure bet.”
“Seems that way,” Maisha said with a nod. “I kept waiting for her to take off the mask, but she wore it the entire drive over here, even when she slept. I'd think it would get itchy, what with all the feathers...”
Emma shook her head. “I've had mine on for pretty much four days straight. They're actually very comfortable. I'm not sure what they're made of but it doesn't get hot or itchy, and it stays on easily even when I'm being physical or sleeping. Swimming, too. She has a lot of- Oh, mmmffff...”
“What's the matter?” Maisha asked, turning her head as much as she could.
“I gotta pee,” Emma answered, bouncing her legs up and down in the hospital bed.
“How?” Maisha laughed. “You just went like fifteen minutes ago.”
“I know, but I drank like a gallon of water this morning and I'm all weak from when I wet myself earlier. Doctor said I'm supposed to hold it though, so that's what I'm gonna do.”
“So, everything here is all based around pee? Kay told me some stuff but I was too dazed to remember much.”
“Sort of,” Emma breathed. “Long story short, the women here are supposed to hold it in as long as we possibly can, pushing our bodies to the absolute limit. Sometimes we get challenges, or we're told to act out specific scenarios. It's exhausting, it's painful, it can even be dangerous as evidenced by my presence in a friggin hospital bed right now. But let me tell you... When my bladder is ready to erupt, I feel sensations that you can't even imagine. Every touch, every breath, is like a star exploding inside of my body. It feels transcendent.”
Maisha furrowed her brow, looking skeptical. “I've been desperate to go before. It's just really uncomfortable.”
Emma scoffed. “You think you've been desperate, but you haven't. When your bladder is so distended that you look pregnant, when you can't take a single step without leaking, when your heart is going a hundred beats a minute just from the effort of not peeing... That's when the fun begins. If you hang around here long enough, you'll find out.”
“And there are really enough people into this for Kay to turn a profit?”
Emma shrugged. “I think she's only selling to the extremely rich. You know, like those political pedophile rings that you always see in the news, except not horrific. Besides, it's not about the money. She does it for herself. This is her own fantasy world.”
“Then considering I've only ever seen women around here,” Maisha pondered, “I'm guessing Kay is gay?”
Emma just nodded intensely. “Quite likely the gayest person in the known universe. She's never said anything about it, but I'm pretty sure that she despises men as a whole. There was an incident a little while ago... The way she talks, if it were up to her, the world would definitely be an Amazonian society. Sperm grown in tanks so we can reproduce. Canyons full of male baby skeletons.”
“Ewww, stop it,” Maisha guffawed, reaching over with her least-bandaged arm to slap at Emma across the gap between their beds. Emma giggled and curled up as far as she could on the opposite side of her own bed.
“Oy,” the voice of Elise suddenly spoke up. She had returned from a door behind her desk with a clipboard in hand. “Calm down, the both of you. Plenty of time for that once you get out of here. Kay will be glad to see you've already made friends, though.”
“Glad you're back,” Emma called. “I've already gotta go...”
“That's fine, but like I said, please try to hold it in. We need to be sure that you can properly control your bladder before I send you back out there. Right now, I need to take a walk around the complex and speak with a couple of the other women. I'll be back in about half an hour. You should be okay until then?”
Emma slanted her lips and focused on the pressure in her belly. There were moments that it throbbed, but it really wasn't that bad. “Yeah, I'll be fine. See you soon.”
Elise nodded and glided out of the room.
The two of them were silent for a minute, then Emma spoke up again. “What about the rest of your family? Have you got parents, or siblings?”
“Sisters,” Maisha said with a nod. “Kay let me call them almost first thing, from a prepaid mobile pho-”
“Burner phone, Maisha,” Emma interrupted with a grin. “C'mon, be cool.”
“Fine,” Maisha snorted. “She let me call them on a burner phone with instructions on what to say. I just told them that I called the police on my husband after he attacked me, and they had to stun him because he tried to charge at them. They still live in Iran, and my husband does not even know their names, so this will never find its way to them, legally. I then told them that I was going to hide out for a few weeks. Kay has said that she will give me three million dollars, even if I do not wish to participate in her videos. I will use the money to free my sisters from their own husbands and move us far away from any Muslim community.” Maisha sighed and stretched her neck. “I am tired, Emma. You don't mind if I go back to sleep?”
“Of course not,” Emma said, waving her hand dismissively. “Recover fast so you can join in the fun.”
“I am...not sure if I will,” Maisha mumbled. “It seems so...weird.”
“That's understandable. The decision can be left for another time. Just rest now.”
Maisha nodded and closed her eyes, and Emma could hear her snoring softly just moments later.
*****
“Mmmffpph.”
“Owww.”
“Bloody hell...”
“Whazz goinon,” Maisha stammered as Emma's moaning shook her from a deep sleep.
“Oh, Maisha, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to wake you. It's just... I can't fuckin' hold it anymore and Elise hasn't come back yet. It's been over a bloody hour!”
Maisha blinked and rubbed her eyes, sitting up as much as she could. She turned her head to Emma, grimacing as she saw the state of the slender redhead. Emma was curled up in her bed, her hands shoved between her thighs and her legs bouncing wildly. “I'm trying so hard not to leak but I'm so full. I didn't think I'd be able to hold this much so soon but my bladder already feels like a rock.”
Maisha laid there helplessly, clueless as to what she could do or say to help the desperate woman. And then something occurred to her. “Uh, radio,” she mumbled, still half asleep. “Behind Elise's desk, there's a button she presses to directly contact Kay. Go hit it and talk to her, maybe she can call the Doctor back.”
“Oh, thank you,” Emma sputtered, quickly sliding her legs off the bed and getting unsteadily to her feet. She moaned and squirmed in place, her face a painting of strain and pressure. She took one step and gasped, twisting her legs together. “I'm gonna leak, oh fuck, I can't keep it in!”
“You can do it,” Maisha called, uncertainty clear in her voice. “It's only a few steps.”
Emma nodded and began to walk, yelping with every movement. She was completely naked, and any leak would get all over the floor. She didn't want to cause more problems for Elise if she could help it. Drawing up what willpower she could, Emma stumbled behind the desk and sat in the Doctor's chair, double-crossing her legs. She stared around the desk, past the computer and a comically large stack of clipboards, and then she finally saw it. A small red button embedded in the backboard of the desk, next to a speaker. She reached out her left hand and pressed it. “Uh, hello? Kay, are you there?”
Silence for a moment, and then... “Megan? Is that you?”
Emma choked out a confirmation, flexing her legs even tighter. With no time to waste, she launched into a breathless rant. “Kay you've gotta help me Elise left me here with instructions to hold it in and said she'd only be half an hour but it's been over an hour and oh my god I'm so full I'm gonna wee myself please send hel-”
“MEGAN, CALM DOWN,” Kay interrupted loudly. “I get the gist of it, I'm sorry about that but she got tied up by another subject who sprained her ankle trying to do gymnastics with one and a half liters in her... I'll make sure she hurries back right now, but she's on the other side of the complex. Listen though, if you're truly that desperate, just pick up a bedpan and pee, or step outside the office and go on the absorption surface. I don't want you to strain yourself, I need you back in the field as soon as possible.”
“I understand,” Emma panted. “Thank you, Professor.”
Emma released the button and sat back, shaking her legs and wiggling her butt against the chair. “I don't know what I should do,” she said, looking over to Maisha. “I could just let it out in a bedpan, but if I can wait for Elise and she sees that I can still hold it properly, she might let me out.”
“It's up to you,” Maisha responded. “If you think you can wait without hurting yourself further, do it.”
Emma closed her eyes and nodded. “I can do it, I will do it. I won't let Kay down. I have to prove that I can be everything she wants me to be.”
“You really worship her, don't you?” Maisha asked.
Emma made a weird motion with her head, a kind of uncertain diagonal nod. “I...I still don't know exactly how I feel about her. She's so beautiful, but that's not important. She does some amazing things, as you well know... But she is just brutal to anyone that even slightly wrongs her. I don't know if she's nice or mean, eccentric or diabolical. All I do know is that I want nothing more than to please her. At first I thought that it was all about the money, subconsciously, but I don't even care about that anymore. I never want to leave here, I just want to be with her.”
“She sounds like Kilgrave,” Maisha muttered.
“Who?”
“Nevermind,” Maisha chuckled. “Too much Netflix, whenever my husband wasn't home and I wasn't camming.”
Emma shook her head cluelessly, returning her hands to their place against her throbbing privates. “Should probably move before I wet the Doctor's chair...” Emma stood up slowly and gasped again, bending over and clenching with her fingers. “Alright, I'm okay, I gotta focus. One of the first things I learned here is that folding up and holding myself doesn't actually help.” Emma closed her eyes once more and stood straight, moving her arms to her sides and uncrossing her legs. She walked normally back around the desk and stood in the middle of the room. “If you do stay here, you'll learn that the most important part of holding it is just...not peeing. There's no techniques, no tricky-tricks that can keep it in. Your body can last much longer than your mind can, you just have to learn to ignore the pain and all the signals your brain sends out to let go. People aren't supposed to do this, we're all hardwired to wet ourselves long before it gets to this point. When I think of how I lost control at twelve hundred milliliters on my first day, that much is clear. I've only been here a few days, I know that my bladder couldn't have physically grown so much so fast. It's all in my head.” Emma paused as she noticed the way Maisha was looking at her, a sort of skeptical glare. “Problem?”
“You're telling me that you can pee over a liter? Average capacity is half that,” Maisha stated.
If she were any less desperate, Emma would have burst out laughing. She suppressed that urge and just nodded enthusiastically. “Hell yeah. I did over two liters just earlier today, that's how I ended up in here.”
“Bullshit,” Maisha said dismissively. “Come on, tell me the truth. How much can you really pee?”
Emma smiled, seeing Maisha suddenly become interested. “I'm telling you, me and the other girls here can do this kind of thing. I'm currently the record holder, even if it was due to a bout of insanity. I don't think I'll ever match it again. Anyway, look here...” Emma walked over to Maisha, not showing even a little bit of the utter desperation that wracked her body. Maisha looked tentative as Emma approached and stood right next to her, but she did not protest. “Feel.”
Emma reached out and gently took the hand that Maisha used to slap at her earlier. She guided it to her belly and placed it on her massive bulging bladder.
Maisha squinted as she touched it, the taut skin stretched across the overfilled organ. Maisha moved her hand, feeling the size of it, the shape of Emma's bladder full to nearly its limit.
“It's...incredible,” Maisha exhaled. “In Iran, women could never pee outside of their homes. I often held it all day long, but it was never anything like this.”
“You could learn,” Emma said. “If you stay here, you'll feel things, magical things.”
Maisha was too fascinated with Emma's belly to respond. She continued to rub it, feeling all around to Emma's sides and almost down between her legs. Suddenly, she quickly withdrew her hand as though she had been shocked. “I am sorry, I should not touch you like that. Forgive me.”
Emma smiled widely and grasped Maisha's hand again. “Hey, don't worry about that here. I'd let you finger me on the spot if Kay hadn't told me to knock it off with other women for now. Please understand that you're completely free to explore any desires you've ever had here. I know how suppressed you must have been growing up, you did good to become comfortable enough to cam, but you never have to worry again. Everyone here just wants to have fun, you get it?”
Maisha nodded and flashed one of the purest smiles that Emma had ever seen. Tears formed in her eyes as she held Emma's hand tightly. “I am so happy to be here,” she cried. “I do want to stay, I want to do this. I want to meet everyone else and be myself for the first time ever.”
Emma just smiled along with her, placing her free hand gently on Maisha's left shoulder. “That is so good to-”
“I'M HERE!” a voice shouted from behind Emma, greatly startling her. Despite her immense clenching, she felt a tiny leak dribble out of her and snake down her right thigh. She spun around to see Elise stumbling through the door, breathing heavily. “I am SO sorry, Megan. Something unexpected came up, Kay probably told you- Just...get in bed, and you can pee really soon.”
Emma released Maisha's hand and walked back to her own bed, climbing in with a pained grunt. Elise set down her clipboard and a large first aid kit and began walking towards Emma. Where Elise had glided so smoothly from the room earlier, Emma noticed that she was now walking slower, more carefully. Her legs were held together and strain was visible on her face.
“Looks like you could use a wee as well,” Emma giggled.
Elise just sighed. “Yes, the first girl I visited was in a room with authentic set lighting, very hot, I drank a good bit once I got out of there. I'm fine though. Lay back.”
Emma did as instructed, leaning her head against the raised back of the hospital bed. “Kay told me that I could pee if I absolutely needed to, but I held it all in. I wanted to prove that I'm good to go back out there.”
Elise nodded and shuffled right next to Emma, pulling a pair of exam gloves on. “I'm impressed. I've had girls wet themselves in here in half the time I've been gone. Either way, I need to be sure that you have full control before I'll let you go. I'm going to try to make you pee. Do whatever you can to hold it.”
Emma nodded and braced herself as Elise placed a hand right on Emma's greatly distended bladder. She began pushing in and Emma whined softly, clenching her fists and pushing her kegels to their limit. After a moment, Elise slid her hand between Emma's legs and spread her labia with two fingers and began rubbing at Emma's clit with her other hand.
“This...this doesn't seem like standard medical procedure,” Emma giggled breathily, her face turning red. “Not that I mind, but Kay said I'm not supposed to have any sexual contact...”
“She'd sign off on this,” Elise murmured. “I'm just simulating stuff other subjects might do to you, to make sure you can properly perform your duties here without losing control. I might have a medical license, but there's no denying that many special circumstances are created in this nuthouse. Also, unlike most women here, I'm completely straight. Trust me, I take no pleasure in this.”
“Well, I do,” Emma sighed, trying not to become too flustered. Elise's actions were certainly making it harder to hold it, and it became far more difficult as Emma felt a finger slide inside of her and begin tickling her g-spot. “You're...you're gonna make me cum before you make me pee,” Emma moaned through the lip that she was biting. “Believe me, I can hold it.”
Elise nodded and withdrew her hand. “Close your eyes, and don't open them for anything.”
Emma did as she was told. Nothing happened for what felt like about two minutes. Just as she started growing truly confused, and without the slightest bit of warning, an absolutely massive weight was suddenly slammed down right on top of her bladder. Emma shrieked and folded up in a fetal position, her body wrapping around something hard and round. She opened her eyes and moaned as she saw the huge medicine ball that Elise had just dropped on her. She threw it off to the side and fell back, breathing heavily and moaning with each exhale.
“Only a small spurt with the initial impact, no getting around that,” Elise said in a dull monotone. “Well, in my eyes, you're basically as good as new. Astounding recovery, honestly. You really are a special one.”
Emma grinned and sat up. “That mean I'm allowed to get back out there?”
“Pretty much – But it's already late in the day. I'm gonna say no more holding until tomorrow, just to be safe, so you can pee whenever you like tonight. I know that Kay has something planned for you, so I'm sure she'll contact you at some point. Anyway, if you look to Maisha's right, you'll see two doors. One on the left's a restroom, one on the right is a shower. Go relieve yourself and get cleaned up. I'm going to get back to the woman that injured herself. When you're done showering, you can either sleep here or return to your room. Just don't let your bladder fill up again until tomorrow, I'm sure you'll need to be at your best.”
Emma nodded. “Yeah, I expect nothing less. You should wee too though, before you go back out there. I won't even try to peek,” Emma finished, holding her hands up innocently.
Elise flexed her lips. “I'm fine, I gotta run. Go shower and pee, I'll be back later tonight. Someone should be in at some point with food for you and Maisha, dunno who Kay will send. Eat and then try to rest.”
Emma thanked the Doctor as she turned and left the room with her legs stiff. “She may act a bit above it all,” Emma started with a smirk, “but there's a part of her that's still into it. No reason she couldn't have a quick pee right now, it's not as though the other girl got shot.”
“Could just have a strong sense of duty,” Maisha suggested.
“Suppose so,” Emma shrugged. “Well, I guess I should do what she told me...” She sat up again and shivered, the immense pressure in her bladder making it difficult to move. “The idea of peeing on purpose seems so weird after all this.”
“I'm sure you'll make up for it tomorrow,” Maisha said.
“Indeed.” Emma stood and began walking towards the showers. She took small steps, pausing every couple seconds to wiggle her hips. “Oh man, I really gotta go...” She finally made it to the bathroom door and reached out with her right hand, then stopped. “Maisha, you seem interested, so I guess I'll ask... Would you like to watch?”
Even with her dark skin, Emma could see Maisha blush. “I- I don't- It wouldn't be-”
“Just say yes or no, it's an easy question.”
“Yeah,” Maisha whispered. “If you're really okay with it.”
“Of course I am. Kay will be really happy that you're getting into it as well.” At that, Emma withdrew her hand and walked to the other door, pulling it open. She stepped into the room, a large shower almost identical to the one in her bathing room. She turned to Maisha, a smile held across her otherwise tense face. “You ready?”
Maisha nodded tentatively, leaning to her right for a better view.
Emma positioned herself over the shower's drain, opening her legs wide and arching her back. She slid her right hand between her legs and spread her neat labia with two fingers...and then she relaxed.
The moment she released her kegels, her pee began flowing from her. Gently at first, just a small stream that fell right into the drain. Over time however, her stream grew into a powerful spray that splattered across the shower floor. Emma closed her eyes and leaned back further, moaning in relief as her bladder began deflating. Her crystal clear pee splashed back onto her legs and pooled around her feet, the small drain struggling to swallow all of it. She went on and on, moaning constantly and thrusting her hips. “I...I feel like I'm gonna cum without even touching myself,” Emma panted. “It just feels so good...”
Maisha did not respond. She was completely transfixed on the sight in front of her. Emma loved the sight of Maisha's wide eyes. She really was beautiful, and it only just occurred to Emma that she'd never seen a middle-eastern woman naked before. She'd never had reason to try, having only recently discovered just how gay she was capable of being. Maisha's body was magical. Her breasts were slightly larger than Emma's and she had smooth wide hips that Emma could only dream of, as well as a completely flat belly that Emma knew would beautifully display a bulging bladder.
“You are gorgeous,” Emma blurted out.
Maisha covered her face with her hands. “Stop that, I'm already embarrassed enough,” she complained.
“You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen,” Emma asserted. “I mean it, you are just amazing.”
Maisha sighed and dropped her arms. “You are very beautiful yourself,” she responded. “I can't believe you're still going...”
Emma grinned and looked down at the thick stream that still flowed out of her. “I don't think I'm even half way done,” Emma said. She placed her free hand on her belly and pushed in, giggling as her stream sprayed out even harder. “Ugh I feel like I'm gonna collapse, my legs are all wobbly.” Emma leaned against the wall and slid onto her butt, the warm puddle of pee still failing to fully drain. Her flow was shooting straight forwards now, only the rim of the shower preventing her from soaking the floor of the Doctor's office. She crossed her legs and smiled as her pee was redirected up onto her stomach, warming her further.
“Hey, I can't see,” Maisha complained.
“Ah, sorry about that,” Emma laughed, spreading her legs wide again. She continued to relieve herself in the shower for another thirty seconds, and with a final push, she released a strong spurt that very nearly shot over the shower's rim. Once she was finished, she just laid there, eyes locked with Maisha.
“So...what did you think?” Emma asked, as though she were asking a teacher's opinion on an essay that she had recently turned in.
“I just can't believe that anyone can keep that much pee inside of them,” she said in a stunned voice.
“I could have held more, if I tried hard enough and if I was in perfect condition. I have had a long day though. You'll see me at my best soon enough. Maybe I'll have Kay show you a video of the wee that got me put in here.”
“I... I think I'd like that,” Maisha muttered.
Emma grinned as she got unsteadily to her feet, being careful not to slip in her pee. “Shower time.” Emma reached out to the electronic panel, now familiar with their operation. She set it to the perfect temperature and exhaled as she was enveloped by the warm water. She never bothered to close the door, and Maisha watched intently as Emma took a very long shower. Every sort of toiletry and accessory she could ever need were lined up in fancy racks along the wall, just above head level, and she washed her hair and shaved her legs, then Emma lathered up her whole body with a shower gel that she was certain cost more than a month's water bill. A few minutes later, Emma shut off the water. The moment she did so, a tile in the wall flipped open and a rolled towel slid out onto it. “Yeesh, I haven't got that in my room.” She took the towel and moaned as she felt how warm it was. She wrapped it around her chest and stepped out of the shower feeling like a new woman.
The moment she did so, the door to the room opened and a massive cart was forced through it, followed by a breathless Tsu. “Sorry I took so long,” she panted. “I wasn't familiar with Maisha's dish, but I did it! Kay ordered it especially for you.” She pushed the cart between the two beds as Emma climbed in, smelling an unusual but wonderful scent wafting from it. Tsu pushed open the cart's lid, revealing two shining trays that could have easily been solid gold, knowing Kay. Tsu grabbed one of the trays and handed it to Emma. “For you, four strips of lobster tempura with eel sauce, and for sides, two pieces of Ikura, two pieces of Uni, and six pieces of white tuna sashimi. I know we just had sushi, but I still had these ingredients fresh and did not want them to go to waste. I hope you're okay with this.”
Emma enthusiastically grabbed the tray. “Of course, can never get enough of it.”
Tsu smiled and nodded as she handed Emma chopsticks and a small cup of soy sauce and wasabi, then turned to Maisha. “For you, I have a main dish of lamb Kebab-e Barg, and a side of Sabzi Khordan with Nan.”
Maisha reached for the plate, but Emma noticed that the smile on her face was simply polite rather than excited. “Thank you,” she said softly.
“Not a problem, it was pretty fun cooking something so different. I have some drinks too, water, soda, beer, wine... watcha want?”
“I'll have a beer,” Emma said. Tsu nodded and handed her a bottle with a label that was completely in German, then looked to Maisha. “Beer for you too?”
Maisha cocked her head. “I have never had alcohol, I was never permitted...”
Tsu held out another bottle with a smirk. “Wanna try?”
Emma looked on curiously as Maisha slowly reached out and took the bottle. Tsu clapped her hands and reached back into her cart and withdrew a bottle opener, handing it to Emma. “Alright girls, enjoy the food and have a good night!” Tsu bowed slightly, then pushed her cart out of the room.
Emma immediately grabbed her chopsticks and reached for a piece of the Ikura, but paused as she saw Maisha sadly staring at her tray. “You alright?” Emma asked.
“I guess,” Maisha sighed. “It's just that this is the sort of food I had every night at home. I know that Kay's heart is in the right place, but it is just bad memories.”
Emma frowned, then brightened right up as a thought occurred to her. “You ever try sushi? I'd be glad to trade!”
Maisha side-eyed the tray that Emma held. “I haven't tried much seafood in my life. What exactly is it?”
“Well these sticks are lobster tempura, basically just means lobster fried in panko breadcrumbs. Then this here is the ikura, that's salmon eggs, insanely good. Then these beige ones are Uni, sea urchin. They have a sort of nutty flavor but it's bloody brilliant. Then these slices are just raw...white...tuna...” Emma trailed off as she saw the look on Maisha's face, as if a strange man had just flashed her on the street. “Hey, I know it sounds really weird, but it's soooo good.”
“Well,” Maisha conceded, “I'd rather starve than eat this tonight, so let's do it.”
Emma stood and switched the trays out, taking a moment to crack Maisha's beer as well. Maisha was scootched all the way to the right of her bed from where she had been watching Emma pee, and with not much chance of Elise returning soon, Emma took the opportunity to sit beside Maisha on the free half of the bed. Maisha smiled and settled back down, looking over her new tray.
And so the two new friends ate together. It took Maisha quite a while to get past the tempura, but once she finally tried the more interesting sides, she quickly fell in love with them. She spent a good fifteen minutes ranting on about the different flavors and textures while Emma just quietly enjoyed her own food. She'd eaten similar before, and it wasn't her favorite stuff, but she certainly liked it well enough. Eventually the two women were full and satisfied, and Maisha turned to her beer. “I guess it's time to try this...”
“CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” Emma teased.
Maisha just tilted her head with a sarcastic look on her face before she lifted her bottle and took a small sip. “Hmm,” she sounded. “I was expecting it to be way stronger than this, but damn it's good.”
“It's only beer,” Emma laughed. “Try vodka or scotch, then talk about how strong something is...”
“Maybe someday,” Maisha mumbled through another sip. They both finished the beers over the next few minutes, and Emma yawned as soon as she set her empty bottle down.
“Mmm, I'm tired,” Emma breathed. “I wanna fall asleep right here but I don't think the Doctor would be too happy about it.”
“Ha, no she would not,” Maisha snorted. “Get back in your own bed, you hopeless lesbian.”
Her bladder empty, Emma finally let herself erupt into laughter. She didn't know if it was the beer or just her general level of happiness, but that was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. She nearly fell over trying to climb out of Maisha's bed and she was still laughing as she fell into her own. Maisha began laughing with her, and it took a while for them to calm down. Finally, as the last of the giggles wore off, Emma turned to Maisha.
“I am really glad to have met you. I know we're going to become amazing friends here. I'm sorry that I have to leave you tomorrow.”
“It's fine,” Maisha said. “I'll be out soon too and I really look forward to it. Now I am tired as well. Hopefully I'll see you in the morning, before you go.”
Emma nodded. “I'll be sure to say bye. Goodnight, Maisha.”
“Goodnight, Emma.”
*****
“Emma...”
“Emma?”
“MEGAN!”
“Ahwuhd issit?!” Emma sputtered, shaking herself awake. She had completely forgotten where she was for a moment, and it took her a few seconds to recognize Maisha leaning over her. As her eyes cleared, Emma glance to the digital clock that hung over Elise's desk. It read 6:03 AM.
“I'm sorry, I waited as long as I could,” Maisha whispered, almost directly on Emma's neck. “I woke up two hours ago completely desperate to pee.”
This was more than enough to get Emma's full attention. The redhead sat up quickly and looked over Maisha. She was on her feet, her thighs squeezing together and her whole body shivering. “I went and sat on the toilet, but I could not do it, not after what you did last night. I went to the fridge behind Elise's desk and drank two bottles of water and I just waited and waited, hoping you'd wake up, but I don't think I can hold it anymore...I know you would want to see me do it...”
Emma got to her feet, her mind completely awake now. She reached out and held the injured woman by her shoulders. “Maisha, are you sure you should be standing? Are you really okay?”
“I'm fine,” Maisha yelped, shaking Emma off of her. “Megan, you were right, this is...indescribable. It's...it's like my whole body is melting. The pressure between my legs is so strong that the pain from my injuries has completely faded away. I know I'm gonna pee any second, but I don't want this to end!”
“That's why we hold it in,” Emma said. “The longer you hold it, the better it feels. Are you gonna go in the shower, or are you gonna try to hold it for as long as you can?”
Maisha blinked. “I... I dunno, I figured I'd just pee for you like you did for me. But I guess I could try to keep holding it. Do you want me to keep holding it?”
Emma frowned slightly. Of course she wanted Maisha to keep holding it, but she knew the woman was injured and inexperienced. She knew it would be unethical to request such a thing. “I can't ask that of you,” Emma finally said. “You just need to do whatever you're comfortable with.”
“I'mgonnaholdit,” Maisha blurted out all at once. “You'll help me, right?”
Emma couldn't hide the stupid grin on her face if her life depended on it. “Of course I will. Just remember, I can't do anything with you. If Kay found out, she'd... Well, I honestly don't know, but I have no plans to find out.”
“Feel my bladder,” Maisha commanded, seemingly oblivious to what Emma had just said.
Emma sighed and reached out, placing her right hand on Maisha's belly. It wasn't solid...but it certainly wasn't soft either. Emma could feel Maisha's round bladder through the bandages, and it was clearly full and expanding. Emma pressed in lightly, causing Maisha to cry out and lurch backwards. Emma noticed that she was not holding herself or crossing her legs. She was obviously trying to follow Emma's advice from the previous night. “You feel pretty full,” Emma whispered. “You can still hold more though. How about another drink?”
Emma turned away from Maisha and walked behind the desk, spotting the mini-fridge that Maisha had mentioned. It contained mostly bottles of water, although there were also various snacks. Emma took one of the bottles and closed the fridge, quickly returning to Maisha. She took the water and chugged it down with absurd speed, setting the bottle on her bed. She then began performing a little dance, still trying hard not to hold herself or cross her legs.
“I wonder how long I'll be able to hold it,” she pondered aloud. “Elise always comes in at almost exactly seven, so we have a little less than an hour. If I haven't lost control by six fifty, I'll have to do it in the toilet or shower...”
“I'll squeeze it out of you before then,” Emma threatened, playfully reaching towards Maisha's belly again. She whined and stepped back, grabbing Emma's hand. They stood like that for almost a full minute, Maisha shaking and moaning... And then the woman suddenly stepped forwards and leaned towards Emma's face, her lips held slightly open.
Emma gasped and stepped back, crossing her hands over her chest. “Maisha, no. I want to, I really do, but Kay said I can't do anything...”
“Please, Megan,” Maisha begged, her hips rocking and her chest heaving. “I've never had any friendly sexual experience. I've wanted this for so many years. I just never thought it would be with another girl, but with how I feel right now, I'll go crazy if I don't get off. Kay feels for me, she'll forgive you.” Maisha stepped in again, grasping Emma's arms and pushing her exposed breasts against Emma's own.
“It's...not only about Kay,” Emma breathed, directly against Maisha's lips. “She's been planning a night with me since before I even got here, and I know that it's going to be unlike anything I've ever experienced. I want to be completely ready, I want to need her, I want to be absolutely desperate for her touch.”
Maisha just whined, leaning against Emma. The woman's skin was very warm, her body strained to its limit from the effort of containing her pee. “Alright...”
“That said,” Emma continued softly, “I don't see any reason that I can't help out another girl, as long as I don't get off myself...”
Maisha yelped as Emma stepped into her, pushing her back towards her bed. Maisha's butt pressed against the edge and she rolled back onto it, and before she could get another word out, Emma buried her face between Maisha's legs.
Maisha screamed out loud, some part of her reasonable mind hoping that Elise was out of earshot, wherever it was that she slept. She wrapped her legs around Emma's head and pulled her in harder, gripping the sides of her bed with all of her strength.
Emma wrapped her arms around Maisha's thighs, letting her tongue slide up and down the woman's vulva. Every slight flick of her tongue made Maisha squeeze harder and shake more powerfully, and her voice was loud enough that Emma was thankful for the thighs that were pressed over her ears. Maisha's privates were burning hot and completely slick with sex, and grew even more so as Emma's tongue found its way to Maisha's clit. Emma could barely stay standing with how Maisha was thrashing, Only her grip on Maisha's powerful legs was keeping her in place. She circled Maisha's clit with her tongue, and she felt herself growing very wet and excited. She ignored the powerful sensations and focused completely on the task at hand. She slowly released one of Maisha's legs and slid her left middle finger into Maisha, finding her g-spot quickly and rubbing it hard. Maisha kicked out like a mule, moaning incoherently, her whole body bouncing around on the bed now. This went on for a little longer than a minute when Emma felt something hot and wet spray hard against her chin. Emma ignored it and moved her hand faster, rotating her finger around the rough patch that was any woman's most pleasurable locale.
It didn't even take one more minute – Without warning, Maisha tensed up so hard that Emma couldn't even breathe. Her legs then kicked out to the sides and Emma fell free, leaning back to watch Maisha's movements. She thrust her hips in the air, absolute pleasure clear in her voice. She bucked and curled up, then spread out again, and finally a great spurt of white liquid flew from between her legs, splattered across the floor, and then Maisha went limp.
She began muttering a bunch of nonsense, seemingly near to unconsciousness. Emma had no idea what she was on about at first, but it became clear as a small stream of yellow liquid began dribbling down Maisha's thighs. Emma stood up quickly, ignoring the pulsing, begging calls from her own womanhood. “Come on, you can keep holding it,” Emma encouraged, ethics be damned. “There's still more than half an hour.”
Maisha shook her head, covering her face with her hands again. “It's happening...I can't control it,” she said, her voice properly audible now. “Get...get a bedpan, I wanna see how much it is...”
Emma obliged without further argument, seeing small drops still falling onto the floor. She grabbed a bedpan from the top of the stack on Elise's desk and jogged back to Maisha, quickly putting it into position.
Maisha moaned and spread her legs, scrunching up her face. She continued to leak, but nothing more than that. “I can't let it go,” she groaned. “I'm trying to relax, but I'm just so tense...”
Emma did the only thing she could, placing her free hand on Maisha's belly and pushing in hard. Maisha screamed out loud again as her hard bladder was compressed, Emma squeezing in with her fingers as well. It took less than a second for Maisha's stream to explode out of her, splattering into the bedpan and creating a sort of whirlpool that swirled around the light pink basin. Now that she was peeing freely, Maisha fell limp once more and let the relief take her.
The sound of Maisha's pee and the sight of it flowing out of her at such close range was driving Emma up the wall. She needed to cum, and she squirmed in discomfort as she tried not to do so right there. It was truly painful, being so close to release but being so determined to withhold it. Maisha kept peeing for longer than Emma would have predicted, about forty seconds total. Once her stream slowed, she finished soon after.
The two of them just stayed where they were for a minute, Maisha regaining her strength and Emma trying to cool down before she came on the floor. Eventually Emma stood up and looked at the quantity of pee that Maisha had released. “Not surprised to see measuring lines in these,” Emma stated. “Looks like just about seven hundred and fifty milliliters.”
Maisha placed a hand over her mouth and moaned in despair. “That's IT?”
Emma gently placed a hand on Maisha's shoulder. “It's alright. Like you said, the average bladder capacity is about five hundred. You did good for your first time. You'll get so much better at holding the longer you stay here.”
“I can't imagine what it could feel like,” she breathed. “If there was only seven hundred in me, and it felt THAT intense, what would a liter feel like, let alone one and a half or two? It can't be possible...”
“It is, though,” Emma said. “Your body is so much stronger than you think it is. It's like the Matrix – Once you accept that these things are possible, you can surpass any limit you ever thought you had. You'll see when-”
“When you're fully recovered, and I actually give you permission to hold to your true limit.”
Emma recognized the voice before it finished even the word “When.” Emma did not panic, or jump, or try to explain herself. She just knew that she was fucked, and she accepted her fate like a woman. She set down the bedpan and turned to face the door, where Kay stood, hands on her hips, dressed in nothing but light purple pajama shorts and a matching sports bra. And, of course, her flame-colored, feathered mask. “Oh, Emma. That was quite the show, but you had one job..."
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Author's Notes: As always, I apologize for taking so long with this chapter. I could list a bunch of excuses, but I'll shorten them to "Shit's been nuts, yo." I do hope that you all like Maisha, because she is going to be around for a long time. Not in this thread, as it is coming to an end within the next few chapters, but eventually. I do plan to write the next chapter pretty quickly, as I've been excited to write it for a very long time. It's gonna be crazy good, as well as just crazy. I hope you all enjoy this story, and don't forget to let me know how you like it. Any theories as to who Kay might be? Any suggestions for the inevitable spinoffs? Your comments feed my shameless narcissism.
Just kidding. Thank you, everyone. Your kind words HAVE pushed me to finish this very long story. Just you wait.
-B.L.
Edited December 31, 2017 by Bulge_Lover
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Hello, readers! I apologize for the delay as I always do, and my excuses are: Monster Hunter World, Kingdom Come: Deliverance, and Vermintide 2. I have just been gaming so damn much. But...here it is. This is by far the longest chapter I've ever written, and it starts off fairly slow. Some of you may get bored, but I know I have some loyals here who will enjoy the whole thing. So here we go!
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Part Thirteen-
“Kay!” Maisha yelped, sitting up slightly and staring at the half-naked redhead. “Megan didn't do anything wrong, she didn't touch herself, she just did what I asked her to, I swear-”
“I'm well aware,” Kay stated. “I was in the gym just up the elevator, as you might be able to tell by my current attire. I came down as soon as I heard you screaming. I caught almost the whole thing.”
“I'm sorry, Professor,” Emma muttered, bowing her head slightly. “Maisha was so desperate to get off, and I was just trying to make her feel at home here...”
“I understand,” Kay said with a long and slow nod. “That said...you still broke my rule, Subject. I told you, very specifically, that you were not to do anything until we met on the last day of your trial period here.”
Emma frowned for a moment, but then she decided to try something exceedingly ballsy. “Actually, Professor,” she started, standing straight and placing her arms proudly on her hips. “You told me, and I quote, that I'm 'not to have any sexual contact with Dee, Tsu, or any other subject either.' I would like to argue that Maisha has not yet officially agreed to be a part of your world here, and is therefor not currently a 'subject,' ergo I have not broken your stated rule in any true capacity.”
Kay blinked and slowly crossed her arms. “What do you think you are, some kind of lawyer?”
“I've never told you what I was working towards in university, have I?” Emma responded.
At that, Kay smirked. “I really, really like you, Megan,” she purred. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room.
Not even a second later, as though she had been waiting at the door, Cece entered the room. Both Emma and Maisha stared at the tall woman, fully-clad in forest camouflage. An olive-green plate carrier sat on her chest and she was wearing a thick combat helmet of the same color. Slung over her right shoulder was the M14 that she seemed to love so much, and she held two very large backpacks, one in each hand.
“Good morning, Ce-” Emma started.
“IT'S YOU!” Maisha interrupted loudly, scrambling to her feet. With surprising speed for an injured person, she nearly sprinted across the room and wrapped her arms around Cece. “Thank you, thank you so much for what you have done for me!”
Cece just sort of awkwardly patted Maisha on her naked back before gently pushing her away. “Sorry, Maisha, but I have a job to do today. We can speak properly another time.”
Maisha backed away with a tear in her eye and a huge smile on her face, nodding continuously. She sat back on her bed, still keeping her eyes on Cece.
“Good morning, Emma,” Cece chirped, obviously trying to sound happier than she actually was. She set one of the backpacks on the foot of Emma's bed and opened one of the many compartments. From it, she extracted the set of clothing that Emma had gathered the day before, along with the vest and boots. Beyond that, she also withdrew a helmet that matched her own, a pair of black socks, a pair of jet-black cotton panties, and a weird sort of long, black bra. It was similar to a sports bra, but far thicker, with a sort of flexible cotton-covered plate outlining each breast. Must be the sort of bra women wear in the military, Emma thought to herself.
“Put all of this on,” Cece said. “If you need help with the vest, let me know.”
Emma did not question any of this. She slid on the panties first and then zipped on the surprisingly comfortable bra, then climbed into the pants and buckled the black leather belt. She immediately noted that the belt had only one hole in it, and it was perfectly snug around her flat belly. She knew that the moment her bladder began to fill, the belt would make it hell on Earth. She already had the beer from last night in her, but it wasn't enough for her to even feel yet.
Next came the shirt, and then she picked up the heavy vest. She slid it over her shoulders and fiddled with the straps, and luckily she managed to secure it before Cece had to step in. She then pulled the socks on, tied up her boots, and finally placed the helmet on her head and buckled it under her chin.
Looking at the whole getup laying on her bed, she thought that she would feel ridiculous and clunky once she put it on. Instead, she felt snug and comfortable, the clothes both secure and loose in all the right places. Every part of the ensemble was clearly designed for physical performance.
“You look good,” Cece stated, smiling legitimately for the first time. “Really good. We have a long, hard day ahead of us though, so put on your backpack and let's get a move on.” Cece gave a polite nod to Maisha, and turned with a snap of her heel. She then marched dramatically from the room as Emma grabbed her bag and chugged along behind her.
Emma struggled to keep up with Cece as she fought with the heavy backpack, but finally she got it over her shoulders just as they entered the elevator. Cece glanced at her, then bent over and reached for Emma's sides. She grabbed two hanging straps and buckled them around Emma's waist, and the great weight of the backpack was instantly cut in half.
“Wow, that's much better,” Emma panted. “I didn't even notice that.”
“Yeah, most civilian backpacks don't have them,” Cece said. “Very stupid in my opinion, a waist strap makes any bag so much better.”
“So...” Emma tentatively exhaled. “You gonna let me in on what's going on today, or are we just shipping off to 'Nam?”
Cece snorted uncharacteristically, then coughed and straightened up again. “We're soldiers today, Emma. Obviously I can't disclose his identity, but Kay has a client, a veteran who grew wealthy when he moved into private military contracting after he got out of the shit. He trained and operated with a lot of women, and he always fantasized about seeing said women absolutely desperate to pee, with no way to relieve themselves in the field. However, military women tend to be exceptionally strong. Even when we were on the verge of wetting ourselves, we never let the discomfort show, and as such this client never got to witness such a thing. So we are going out today to fulfill this fantasy of his.”
“I understand,” Emma said. “What's with the rifle though? Are we really going to be shooting at stuff?”
Cece nodded. “I'm going to teach you how to shoot, yes. However, after I've done so, we'll be switching to a special sort of paintball gun that I helped Kay develop. They look like real guns aside from an orange tip, they weigh as much as real guns, their magazine capacities and fire rates are equal to their real-life counterparts, and they make a really loud bang. I use them to train the girls who wish to become the best versions of themselves that they can be. No amount of target practice can make up for a real fight, and these guns are the closest you can get to that without anyone ending up dead.”
Cece leaned back and stifled a yawn. “Anyway, we'll take the paintball guns and then we'll be completing a number of 'objectives,' to keep up the illusion that we're actually on a mission. Paper targets will pop up all over the place and we have to shoot them down. As for footage, we'll be followed by a few drones the whole time. They won't get in our way, but don't accidentally paintball one of 'em or Kay will have it out of your pay and those things are god damn expensive. I should also mention that both of our backpacks contain a full gallon of water, and there's a drinking straw hanging from your left shoulder strap. We're both to drink the full gallon within the next three hours, and whatever happens after that is up to fate.”
Emma could feel a grin creeping onto her face. A whole day completely secluded in the lush summer forests of Wyoming, together with the rather-scary-yet-beautiful Cece, both with bursting bladders. This is gonna be fun.
Emma had been so lost in her thoughts of the coming day that she hadn't even noticed that they'd left the elevator a while ago. They were already half way through the living room, and Emma quickly shook her head to clear her mind. “Do we get any breakfast? I'm famished,” Emma asked, patting her belly.
“There's M.R.Es in the backpacks. We'll eat in the field, it will be a good part of the scene.”
Emma nodded and grunted as she hefted up the stairs with the backpack, but soon enough the two of them were through the bedroom. Moments later, they stepped into the circular chamber where Emma had first entered this spectacular place. It seemed to be 'off' at the moment, the glowing purple curtains and swirling floor both absent. Kay must only set all that up when there's a new girl coming in. Makes sense, it has to eat a lot of power and it's not like anyone just hangs out in here.
“You'd best start drinking,” Cece stated. She reached to her shoulder and lifted a small flap on the strap of her backpack, gripping the end of a long, flexible tube. She pulled it to her mouth and sucked on it, and Emma saw the clear liquid flowing through it. Emma quickly did the same, wincing as she noticed that the water tasted sort of...leathery.
“It tastes like I'm licking a cow,” Emma complained, the straw still held between her lips.
“You're a soldier, Emma. Deal with it.”
Emma rolled her eyes and continued to drink. By her best estimate, she had sucked down about half a liter by the time the two of them got outside. Cece had been drinking continuously as well, but she dropped her straw as a soft buzz grew audible above them. Emma looked up and grinned as she saw the drone, a white quad-roter with a circular black camera mounted below it. Within seconds, it was joined by two more. They just hovered over the women, watching...waiting.
“Oh yeah,” Cece said, reaching into one of the many pockets on her plate carrier. She withdrew two small, black cylinders. She handed one to Emma, then patted the neck of her own vest. “Microphones. The drones can't record audio, they make too much noise. These will pick up our own voices and sounds within ten feet or so very clearly. Just clip it here.” The two of them put the microphones on simultaneously, then Cece gave it a tap.
“Mic check, you read me?” She looked up to the drones. They each did a sort of bounce, bobbing up and down in the air. “That's confirmation. Alright, Emma, we're good to go. Like I said, we're heading to the range right now, and I'm going to teach you the basics of shooting. We'll spend about two hours there, and at that point our bladders should be getting nice and full if we keep drinking at a solid rate. Once we leave the range, the client who's paying for this scene will tune in, and once he does we need to keep up the illusion, no matter what. Do not reference anything that happened in the compound, do not mention any of the other women, do not look at the drones, do not refer to me as Cece. I am 'Ma'am' out here. You are 'Private.' Kay's client is paying a very large sum of money to watch two soldiers grow desperate in the field and eventually wet themselves. He's not paying to see two girls play-acting. I still think Kay should have sent someone experienced out here with me, but she trusts you and she wants you trained up.”
Cece then pursed her lips, and her eyes grew soft for a moment. “Emma, I want to tell you right now, please do not be intimidated by the way I act or the way I might treat you today. During our scene, I might yell at you, berate you, toss you around a bit, and so on. Just remember that it is not me doing those things, it is a part. I want you to know that I have nothing against you. What happened in the dungeon scene, that was just another part for me, so don't think I'm mad at you or anything. You are an incredibly strong woman, and I truly respect that. I trust that you understand where I'm coming from. Let's move... And keep drinking.”
At that, Cece turned on her heel, snapped her feet together, and began marching into the thick forest. Emma pulled the straw back between her lips and took off after her, trying her best to match Cece's stride.
They walked through the trees for about ten minutes in complete silence, both drinking from the gallon in their backpacks. “The range is just ahead, follow close,” Cece said softly as she stepped over a large root.
“YES MA'AM!” Emma shouted, clumsily saluting as she very nearly fell over said root. Cece made a strange face that was clearly meant to suppress a grin. “Save it for the scene,” she muttered. She turned and kept walking, and Emma picked up her pace.
Despite her lack of experience traveling through such terrain, Emma did a decent job of keeping up. About two minutes later, they stepped into a large clearing, and Emma took in her surroundings. There was a large concrete shed with a heavy steel door on their right, and straight ahead was a row of black metal tables. Behind them was a very long, straight expanse of grass. Every few meters were staggered targets, human silhouettes on wooden posts. “Welcome to the range,” Cece said, dramatically spreading her arms as though she were presenting a castle to visiting royalty. “Weapons are stored in the shed. We'll take out a few to train with, and we'll head into combat at midday.”
“How's this place kept secret?” Emma asked, following Cece to the shed. “The compound is mostly underground, but hunters and hikers have to stumble onto a range of this size, no?”
Cece nodded. “The range and the nearby CQB training ground is technically owned by a private security firm out of Jackson. Kay pays them for the property and a bonus to shut up about it and they found a new location, but her ass is covered if anyone nearby reports shots or asks questions about the range. When one of the girls is out here training, sensors detect anyone approaching from two miles off and the drones begin screaming, giving her time to cheese it. Alright, enough chatter, let's get on with this.”
As Emma followed Cece towards the shed, she felt a small and soft sensation in her bladder, just the very first inkling of a need to pee. Barely any time had passed since she started drinking, but she knew that last night's beer was the cause. She was still slick between her legs from the morning's encounter with Maisha, and her clit was burning with anticipation of the day to come. She tried to put it out of her mind, but she was so sexually charged that it was simply hopeless.
Cece reached for the door, which seemed to be a solid steel rectangle with no visible key holes. Emma looked on with curiosity as Cece pressed her thumb against the center of the door. “Now you,” she said. “The door only opens to people who are authorized to be out here at the time, and everyone present has to scan in.”
Emma jogged forwards and pressed her thumb next to Cece's. There was a familiar chime, and Emma tried not to think about the fact that she'd never intentionally given Kay her thumb print as it slowly retracted into the wall. The two of them stepped into a very well-lit room with shining steel walls; the concrete on the outside was clearly just for looks. Lockers lined every wall, each containing dozens of firearms of every shape and size. “Real guns on the left, paintball on the right,” Cece said. “We'll be taking...” Cece paused, looking to Emma. The red-haired woman was standing with her legs together, lightly wiggling her hips. “Oy, don't tell me you already need a pee?”
Emma shook her head. “Nah, that's not...”
“What's the problem then?”
Emma sighed. “Permission to speak freely?”
“Granted,” Cece answered with a smirk.
“I've been insanely horny for like two days and Kay won't let me do anything about it. I'm really wet down there and it's super uncomfortable to walk like this. The idea of the both of us being desperate out here for hours isn't helping the matter, either.”
Cece opened her mouth slightly, seemingly unsure how to respond. “I...I don't think there's anything I can do to help you there, Emma. If Kay says you can't cum, you can't cum. I can give you a bit of advice, however.”
Emma nodded enthusiastically.
“You should embrace it,” Cece started. “Let it build up, let yourself get so frantic that you can barely think straight. You hold it in, just like you hold your pee. No matter how desperate you are to get off, you keep all of that energy inside until Kay is ready for you.” Cece reached into another vest pocket, pulling out a small keychain. She inserted one of the keys into the locker on the far left.
“There is one more thing. As head of security here, I spend a lot more time with Kay than any of the other girls. There's barely a moment that she doesn't have a hand between her legs while she's watching her subjects hold, but I can tell you truthfully that she has not so much as touched herself since you got here. Giving you her clothes, showing you her breasts and panties, sitting on your lap, showing up at the doctor's office dressed in her workout clothes...these are things that she would never do with new subjects under normal circumstances. I don't know what it is about you, why you were so special to her even before she saw your potential...but she is completely out of her mind with lust for you. Have the decency to meet her in the same state.”
Emma just sort of stared at Cece, her eyes hazy. That did not help me. That did the exact reverse opposite of help me. It was true, this new knowledge had only served to turn Emma on even more. Her legs felt weak and her womanhood was burning hot. Sweat began forming on her face and it was hard for her to even breathe without moaning. She was almost completely lost in her unfathomable horniness, and only returned to earth when she felt a long, heavy object slam against her chest.
“Long story short, get your shit together, Emma,” Cece barked. Emma blinked and looked down, realizing that she was now holding a modernized M4 Carbine with a reflex sight and collapsible stock. It was far heavier than Emma would have imagined, and she grunted as she lowered the barrel towards the ground. Cece gathered up at least six other guns, stashing them in various straps on her backpack along with numerous magazines and carrying her M14 and a pump-action shotgun, one in each hand.
Cece strode out the door of the shed as though her backpack were made of cotton candy, and Emma shuffled out after her, trying not to bang the barrel of her rifle on the door frame.
And so, they trained. Cece started with the speech every new shooter hears, that every gun is always loaded. After assuring that they both had proper eye and ear protection on, Cece showed Emma how to stand, how to aim, how to reload and unjam each of the weapons. It was an hour before Cece let Emma take her first shot with the M4, and for an hour after that they ran through hundreds of rounds for each of the firearms. As Emma set down her last gun, a Glock 22, she sucked on the straw that protruded from her shoulder strap – And came away dry.
“I've just finished my water,” Emma said softly, looking to Cece.
The brunette was removing the magazines from the row of rifles in front of her, her legs held together and slightly bent. “I finished mine like...five minutes ago,” she replied. “You need to pee yet?”
“Of course I do,” Emma said. “My bladder feels pretty heavy, but it's not solid yet. You?”
Cece nodded. “I'm in that phase where my body is kind of like... 'Hey. Stop it.' You know what I mean? When the throbbing is really bad, but you know you're not actually desperate yet.”
Emma giggled. “Yeah, I passed that phase like half an hour ago. Now it just feels really good and full.”
“So, did you have fun shooting?” Cece asked, obviously wanting to take the subject off their rapidly filling bladders.
“Oh, absolutely,” Emma said. “My shoulder hurts like HELL from the recoil, but I learned a lot.”
“If I'm being honest, I'm astonished by how much you already knew,” Cece complimented her. “You could already name every gun, you knew which ammo they took, you knew proper sight alignment. I thought you were a Brit?”
Emma laugh-sighed and shook her head. “Yeah, I'm a bloody Brit. I've also played way too many video games. I could probably name more guns than you can, I just don't know how to handle them.”
“You'll learn fast,” Cece said as she gathered up the unloaded firearms off the table. “Alright, I'm off to get the paintball guns. Wait here.”
Cece took off back towards the shed, her arms full of at least eight different guns.
The area quiet for the first time in over two hours, Emma felt her bladder without any distraction. She had to go worse than she initially thought. Her belly was full and bloated from all the water, but squeezed flat by the tight belt of her fatigues. She stood straight and moaned softly as the leather cut into her, and she felt her pee burning just inside her urethra. Not even a week ago, being outside with such a full bladder would have had her in an absolute panic. Now though...she longed for the pain that she would feel over the coming hours, the pressure and the intensity before she just can't control it anymore.
“EMMA!”
Emma jumped and gasped, crossing her legs as Cece approached, a glare plastered across her face. Emma realized that she had been pressing herself against the corner of the table in front of her and rubbing against it, completely absent thought. “You are hopeless,” Cece droned. “Take this, and keep your damn hands on it.” Cece shoved Emma her new 'weapon,' a version of an M4 that looked and felt identical to the one she had trained with aside from the bright orange circle around the end of the barrel. “And here are your magazines. You have five mags, each with thirty paintballs. Fairly standard for a soldier, maybe a bit on the low side, but we're only out here for the afternoon and shooting paper targets.”
Cece shoved a number of loaded magazines into Emma's vest, taking care not to press in near her belly. “And your sidearm will be a P229 with four mags of ten rounds.” Emma stood by as Cece attached the pistol's holster to the MOLLE straps on her chest and slid the mags into smaller pouches by Emma's stomach. Lastly, Cece handed Emma a matte black paintball mask. “Gotta wear these for safety, the client understands. They're kinda stuffy but they have a good field of view. Put it on now so you get used to it before we're running around in them. Just stuff the masquerade mask in your vest somewhere, your face will be blurred while you switch them.” Cece pulled off her own mask, put on the paintball one, and took a couple of Darth Vader breaths, because who wouldn't, right?
“I gotta wee,” Emma said suddenly, pouting and leaning against Cece's chest.
Cece grumbled and gently shoved Emma away. “Stop that, you know that I'm just as excited by this as you are, but we have parts to play. Speaking of which, I haven't explained our next step properly. About half a mile from this range is a HUMVEE that Kay's rented from some local military collector. We're getting in that vehicle, then we proceed to the CQB training ground, stopping to eat on the way. I'll be issuing orders which you will follow to the letter. We'll have some objectives there, some in the woods, and if we're still somehow dry, we'll be returning to the complex on foot since we can't take a chance at wetting the HUMVEE. It will be a long, LONG walk, and we'll have no chance of making it without wetting ourselves. However, that's exactly what Kay's client wants.”
Emma nodded, putting on a tough face despite the mask that hid it. “I'm ready. Let's do it.”
Cece stood straight, completely ignoring whatever sensations she was feeling in her bladder. “In that case, our mission will officially begin the moment the drones lose visual of the shooting range. From this second on, you are a soldier under my command. Remember, these paintball guns behave and sound exactly like their real-life counterparts, so keep your ears on. Now, if you're ready...MOVE IT, PRIVATE!”
“YES MA'AM!”
*****
It took fifteen minutes to reach the vehicle that was parked beside a narrow dirt road, and in that short time, Emma's bladder had filled by an incredible amount. It must just be the pure volume that I drank. Usually it's spread out over a longer period of time. A full gallon...I don't know how long either of us will be able to hold this.
Cece was proving her soldier's spirit; she had not shown the tiniest hint of desperation since they left the range. Emma was doing the same, but it took every ounce of discipline she had not to squirm or cross her legs. The two women climbed into the large vehicle, and Emma's bladder settled heavily as she fell into her seat. Emma immediately noticed at least four cameras in the vehicle. One on the dash, one on each of the back seats, and one just above the rear view mirror. Emma would bet money that there were cameras under the driver and passenger's dash, watching their legs. Every squirmy movement they made would be framed perfectly.
“Alright, Private,' Cece spoke up. “You heard the briefing, Command's got eyes on an enemy fuel depot ten kilometers to the north. We're to neutralize any threats and secure the fuel for allied pickup once night falls. We'll be stopping at the half way point for lunch. Buckle up!”
“Yes Ma'am!” Emma snapped back. It was all that she was confident enough to say. Emma grasped her seat belt and pulled it into place, moaning softly against her will as it settled across her tight, compressed bladder. Cece started the truck and they began driving along the dirt road, and the HUMVEE bounced and rocked mercilessly. Despite her tightly pursed lips, a loud yelp escaped her as they drove over what seemed to be a large root.
“Problem, Private?” Cece demanded.
“N- No, Ma'am!” Emma responded, trying not to let her voice shake.
Cece said nothing else as they drove on for what seemed like half an hour. They were moving very slowly over the narrow path, Cece obviously concerned with the well being of the HUMVEE. Soon enough though, the vehicle came to a stop.
“Lunch time, Private,” Cece said. “Grab an MRE from your pack, I'll prepare the canned heat. They're always better warm...and we're in no hurry.”
Emma grimaced and opened her door, sliding to her feet with a grunt. Her bladder throbbed powerfully as she stood straight, and she bit her lip hard to keep quiet. This god damned belt...I would be fine if I could just let my bladder expand...
Emma let her paintball rifle hang at her side by its sling as she followed Cece about fifty feet into the woods, and they just came to a stop when...
Vrrrrr, VVVVRROOOM.
“What the FUCK!?” Cece screamed, turning back towards the HUMVEE. Emma's mouth opened slightly as she saw the olive-green vehicle take off further down the path.
“Ce- UHM, MA'AM, what's going-” Emma began to stammer, but she was interrupted as a thunderous bang sounded from a few dozen meters to their right, and a second later a green splash of paint splattered across a tree not two feet from where Emma was standing. “WHAT'S HAPP-”
“GET DOWN YOU IDIOT!”
Emma yelped as Cece grabbed her by the back of the vest and nearly threw her behind a nearby oak as three more green paintballs exploded at their feet. Cece slid in next to Emma, her face a mixture of panic and surprise. “WHAT DID YOU DO?”
“WHAT!?” Emma shrieked as a rapid series of shots went off, this time from somewhere further to their left. Even with her ear protection on, Emma could hear the paint splashing against the other side of the tree she leaned on.
Cece reached for Emma's throat, and the redhead almost expected to get strangled before Cece grasped the microphone on the neck of her vest and twisted it off before she did the same to her own. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO PISS OFF KAY!?”
Emma opened and closed her mouth like a landed fish, and then it suddenly made sense. This is it. This is what Kay does to people who disobey her.
“I- She- When-”
“SPEAK!”
“SHE TOLD ME NOT TO HAVE ANY SEXUAL CONTACT BUT THIS MORNING I ATE OUT MAISHA-” Emma nearly choked on her tongue as she remembered Kay's warning not to mention Maisha or Elise outside of the doctor's office, then calmed down when she remembered that the mics were off. “I...I didn't listen.”
Cece hissed a series of incomprehensible cursewords before climbing to her feet, her paintball M14 at the ready. “Alright, Emma. Listen to me now. Ya fucked up. Kay's sent the rest of the security team after us. They're all armed with paintball guns like ours. If we get back to the complex without breaking character or getting shot, we'll be awarded something incredible. This has only happened twice before, but both times I've been on the other end of it, and it's never been part of a scene. We have to turn the mics back on now. You got this?”
“Cece, I don't know,” Emma whimpered. “I'm busting to piss, I can't run like-”
Emma was interrupted by a sudden burst of fire from Cece's rifle, and milliseconds later she heard a woman yelp and curse from a short distance away.
“This is happening, Emma. You'll fuckin' hold it like you're supposed to, and we're gettin' the hell out of here. The girls who are after us are bound by rules. If they get hit, they're out. If Kay sent all of them, we've got eight after us. Seven, after the one I just took out. I only saw four myself, so the others could be anywhere. You can do this. Now turn that mic back on, and GET READY!”
Emma, slightly teary-eyed, twisted her mic on and stood up, pressing her legs together tightly. “How do we handle this, Ma'am?”
“I count three remaining hostiles, currently in cover and watching our position. We have to move low to the ground and see if we can break line of sight so we can gain some distance. I'm going to move behind that fallen tree,” Cece said as she pointed to a large pine tree laying horizontally about ten meters behind them. “You need to lay down suppressing fire, and I'll cover you when it's your turn to move. Alright...do it!”
Emma gritted her teeth, straightened her mask, and racked her rifle. Without any time to spare, she leaned just enough to clear the edge of the tree with the barrel of her rifle and she opened fire, loosing a number of short bursts. She heard Cece begin sprinting a moment later.
Two or three of their assailants returned fire, but it was blind and wide, none of the paintballs approaching their location. Emma's magazine ran dry just as she heard Cece shout from behind her. “RUN, PRIVATE!” At that, Cece raised her own rifle and began firing off into the treeline. Emma took off towards Cece, her belt repeatedly slamming into her dense bladder with every step she took. She gasped and nearly fell over in her attempt to hold her water, but she made the rest of the way in a pained stumble and finally collapsed into cover behind the fallen pine. As soon as she was still, she shoved her right hand between her legs and released a loud, strained moan. As she did so, she noticed one of the drones flying down to get a better view of her holding herself.
”What is your problem, Private!?” Cece demanded, staring down at Emma as she ducked below the tree.
“I...” Emma started, not sure how she should respond in order to sound authentic. But Cece wouldn't be asking if she didn't want me to give her an answer. “I need... I need to relieve myself, Ma'am,” she muttered.
“GOD DAMN IT, PRIVATE! THAT AIN'T GONNA FUCKIN' HAPPEN OUT HERE! WE HAVE TO LOSE THEM, FOLLOW ME!”
Cece reloaded her rifle, a smooth series of movements that took less than two seconds, and then she threw herself to the ground and began crawling at an incredible speed. Emma, somewhat indignant at having been asked a question with an obvious answer only to get told off, grumbled a curse as she reloaded her own gun and mimicked Cece's movements. She could not crawl even half as fast as Cece was. The brunette was skating along the ground like some kind of centipede, and Emma was meandering after her, getting further away every second.
It had been about a minute after they had ceased fire, and their hunters must have decided it was safe to emerge as a rapid series of shots rang out from multiple directions. Paintballs were landing within fifteen feet of Emma, but it was clear that her exact location wasn't known. She forced herself to move faster, her bladder rock-solid against her belt and her kegels tightened to their limit. She chanced a peek upwards, and she saw Cece jumping to her feet about ten meters away and firing over Emma's head. Emma finally reached her and got to her feet, and she began to raise her rifle but Cece pushed her back.
“No, they're in cover, we need to create distance. Run, as fast as you can.” Cece booked it without another word, leaping through the trees like a gazelle.
How the bloody hell can she move like that? Emma thought, absolutely confounded. I know she's just as full as I am, and I know her bladder's a lot smaller than mine is. She should be bloody petrified.
Emma was truly struggling to keep pace. She kept falling behind, nearly tripping a dozen times. They had been running for ten minutes before Cece came to a halt and held up her left hand. Emma stumbled to a stop, instantly twisting her legs together and clenching her fists. “Ma'am, I'm gonna wet myself, I really can't hold it!” She didn't know if she should be freely admitting to her need, but it was the absolute truth.
Cece suddenly spun around and grabbed Emma by the shoulders of her vest, shaking her sharply. “I swear to God, Private, if you do not get your shit together, you're gonna get us killed out here. This is a god damned war zone. Stop acting like a fucking infant and do your duty like a proper soldier!”
Emma was basically vibrating, her belly tighter than it had ever been in her life. The belt was now digging into her distended bladder so hard that it was creating a visible canyon in her skin. “Yes...Ma'am...” Emma said weakly, forcing herself to stand straight and uncross her legs.
“Good. Now that that bullshit is settled, we need to sort out exactly where we are.” Cece slid her large backpack off her shoulder and pulled open a small compartment, withdrawing a blocky gray device, seemingly a GPS built to be extremely tough. “I thought so. HQ is directly to the west. We have at least three hostiles behind us, but I wouldn't be surprised if they have reinforcements attempting to flank us. We need to move carefully and be fully aware of our surroundings. Time to move out.”
Cece stuffed the GPS into her backpack, grabbed it by one of the shoulder straps and picked it up off the ground, and then...
“Fuck!” Cece barked as the backpack hit the dirt hard, the shoulder strap having seemingly snapped in half. “The useless thing broke. Gonna tear Req a new one for this. Private, give me your belt, right now!”
Emma couldn't believe her ears. “Uh, why?” she stammered.
Cece blinked. “You idiot...” she exhaled, and Emma knew that specific line was fully sincere. “I need to fix my fucking backpack, and since you ain't worth a damn in a fight, your pants falling down will cause a lot less of a problem than mine would. Now give me your belt.
Emma did not need to be told a third time. She shakily reached for her belt buckle, gripping the tab and pulling it out. The tiny moment of extra tightness was the most difficult thing she had ever held through, but then the pin came free and her belly immediately ballooned out. The sense of pure relief made her go weak at the knees. As she leaned forwards, she caught a proper look at the broken strap. It was not frayed or torn, rather it appeared to be cleanly cut through.
Cece's done this for me. Even though her own belt is definitely digging into her bladder...she knew that I was on the verge of wetting myself. I know that I can hold more than she can though, I must not have fully recovered from yesterday yet. I've got to thank her, once we're back inside.
After a liberal application of duct tape, Cece's backpack was intact again. She slung it over her shoulders, buckled the waist strap without even flinching, and she began to walk. Emma trailed along behind her, now feeling far better. Even without the belt though, her bladder was still tight against her fatigues. She knew that as it continued to expand, the problem would return. And Cece...she has to be absolutely bursting. Her ability to keep a straight face is mindblowing. If I wasn't with her all day, I'd have no idea that she had to wee at all.
The two desperate women continued to trek through the woods, a full gallon of water slowly filling each of their bladders. Emma knew that there was no chance of holding it for long, for either of them. They just drank too much. To make things worse, Emma's horniness had not subsided, not even in this peculiar circumstance. Her desperation only served to turn her on more, and her thick black panties were slick in the crotch. She could feel her own sex being spread around in her clothes as they ran. She did her best to ignore the uncomfortable sensation, but she was still so distracted that she did not notice Cece stop short in front of her. Emma bumped into Cece's backpack and stumbled slightly. “What is it, Ma'am?”
Cece turned to her. For the very first time, she saw concern in the brunette's eyes, barely visible through her mask. Her brows were furrowed, and for the slightest moment, Emma saw Cece's legs squeeze together. Cece took two deep breaths and shook her head. “Nothing, Private. Keep moving.” Cece turned and began jogging again at the same pace.
For nearly half an hour they hiked in silence, their bladders growing fuller and fuller with every passing second. Emma's belly was now very tight against her fatigue pants, and her womanhood was absolutely throbbing in desperation. Cece's stoicism was fading now, there was just no way that she could stay so strong with so much water inside of her. Every other minute she would stop, breathing heavily and holding her legs together, and one time she even released a suppressed yelp and pressed a fist between her legs.
“Private,” Cece said suddenly. “I...we need to get to base quickly. I know you've had to for a long time now, but I need to relieve myself as well. It's getting really hard to move.”
“You can hold it, Ma'am,” Emma exhaled. “You're so strong. I'm doing my best here too.”
“I know...but I feel like a liability at this point. If I...if I end up wetting myself, please don't tell the others...”
“I won't say a word, Ma'am,” Emma stated. “Besides...I'll be right there with you in a moment, I think.”
“If it happens, it happens, but we can't stay here and waste time pissing. We have to keep walking.”
Cece took two more paces, and a shot rang out from their left. Emma actually felt the paintball glance her mask, but it did not rupture. She and Cece hit the dirt, and Emma cried out loud as her bladder was compressed hard by the weight of her body and her backpack. Cece was releasing a constant moan, and she was forced to twist her legs together. Despite her truly desperate state, Cece managed to roll onto her side and she began blind-firing towards the shooter. Emma rolled to do the same, and as she looked up, she saw a masked and camouflaged woman leaning against a tree, just out of Cece's field of vision. The woman was aiming what appeared to be a submachine gun at Cece's side, and Emma raised her rifle, leveled the sight, and fired a short burst. She saw two of three paintballs splatter against the woman's vest, and the attacker dropped her rifle and raised her arms before falling into a sitting position.
“MA'AM, I GOT ONE!” Emma shouted over Cece's sustained fire.
“EXCELLENT, PRIVATE!” Cece roared back, pride apparent in her voice. “I CAN'T SEE ANY OF THEM, THE REST MUST BE IN COVER!”
At that, four shots rang out, this time from behind them and a bit to their right. “Fuck, they have us flanked!” Emma rolled onto her butt and fired half her mag into the trees behind them, not able to spot a solid target. Cece had reloaded and gotten to her knees and, aiming into the trees to their left. She suddenly fired a single shot, and released a soft “Yes! Target down. Private, we have to flee, we're still surrounded. Run for all you're worth!”
Without another word, Cece got to her feet and began sprinting full-out. Emma, left no other choice, did the same. Paintballs whizzed past her, and she moaned in agony as her bladder began contracting, completely dissatisfied by her very physical activity. They were running for a solid two minutes when she heard Cece begin to groan and curse, and five seconds later, she saw it.
Light yellow liquid was absolutely exploding out from Cece's crotch, scattering in all directions as she continued to run. One of the drones immediately fell behind Cece, and Emma had just as good of a view as the woman completely lost control of her bladder. Streams of pee flowed down her legs and droplets were kicked back as she ran, many of them landing on Emma's legs. Cece was peeing so hard that it was leaving a solid trail in the dirt and leaves, and Emma nearly slipped a couple of times running over the fresh liquid. Cece continued moaning as she emptied her bladder at full speed, and she did so for well over a minute. Her fatigues were soaked, completely saturated up to her butt and around her legs, her constant motion responsible for some rather interesting liquid dynamics. As her flow began to slow down, Cece's legs went weak from relief, just for one second...but it was enough.
Emma slid to a halt as Cece fell forwards, slamming into the ground and breathing like she'd just finished a triathlon. The very moment she stopped, Emma felt two paintballs slam into her legs. With nothing else to do, she raised her hands and fell into a sit. The impact of the motion was too much for her, and a long spurt of pee flowed out into her cotton panties. Within seconds, the two women were surrounded, and one of them put three paintballs into Cece's vest.
As Emma sat there, slowly beginning to wet herself, two of their attackers grabbed her under her arms and pulled her to her feet. Too exhausted and desperate to speak, she let herself be dragged away from Cece, who was just staring at her and shaking her head, as if to say: “I'm sorry.”
Another spurt of pee forced its way out of her incredibly distended bladder, and she turned to one of the women who was dragging her. “Where are we going?”
“We're bringing you to the General,” was all that she said in response.
*******
This is it everyone. The next chapter...will be the final chapter. I thank you all for standing by me as I wrote this massive story. The best is yet to come.
Edited March 6, 2018 by Bulge_Lover
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The Final Part-
*****
Emma moaned and gasped as the two women continued to drag her. Every few seconds, another tiny spurt of wee filled her panties before it soaked into her fatigues. She didn’t know why she was still trying so hard to hold on, she had already lost the challenge. She just wanted to please Kay, to hold on until her body failed her as she was instructed on her first day here.
As one of her leaks soaked through her pants and hit the leaves below her, one of the women dragging her took notice. She reached for Emma’s vest, and twisted the microphone off. “Emma,” she said softly, “please hold on, just for a little longer. You don’t want to pee now, trust me.”
Emma pursed her lips under her mask, twisting her legs together and continuing to moan. About a minute later, she was dragged behind a large tree, and she lost sight of the drone that followed her. As soon as this happened, the women released her and began waving their arms. Emma looked on in confusion as three more women suddenly burst out of the ground about five meters ahead, having apparently been hidden under a large tarp that had hundreds of leaves and twigs attached to it. One of the women was dressed exactly as Emma was, while the other two were wearing jeans and hoodies. She recognized one as Vee, the Scottish woman from the video she had watched in Elise’s office, while the other was new to her. The camouflaged woman hobbled over to them, her hands stuffed between her legs.
“Hi, Emma,” she chirped, and Emma recognized Dee’s voice under the black mask. “Go under the tarp, quickly, before the drone comes back!” She grabbed Emma’s vest and pushed her towards the other women, and Emma started walking as quickly as she could, pee dribbling out of her with each step. Her pants were wet half way down her thighs now, and she groaned in pain as she tried to force herself to contain the rest.
She reached the tarp and she was quickly pulled under it just as the drone descended below the treeline. Emma watched as the women who ‘captured’ her began dragging Dee, and a moment later she saw Dee begin violently wetting herself, pee thundering down her legs just as the drone began hovering directly in front of her.
“I get it,” Emma whispered. “The client won’t be able to tell that it isn’t me under that mask. Why though, why switch me out instead of just letting me wet myself out there?”
Vee smiled at her, barely visible in the darkness of the tarp. “Talk to Kay about that. She told us to bring you home, with a full bladder.”
“Girls, I won’t make it home. I’ve GOT to pee, I’ve been leaking for five minutes now…”
“Let’s fix that,” Vee said. She reached for Emma’s belly and swiftly unbuttoned her pants before sliding them down her legs, along with the black panties. She struggled for a moment to yank the pants over Emma’s boots, but eventually they came free. Now absent all constraints, Emma’s bladder was round and huge, a five-inch bulge that throbbed and cried for relief.
“That might buy me ten minutes, but I’ll still never be able to hold it until we get back,” Emma panted.
“Let’s just move, the rest of them are far enough away,” the unknown woman said. She threw the tarp off of them and they stood up, Emma shivering slightly as a gust of wind blew across her trimmed red pubic hair.
“I’ve never gone vag-out in a forest before,” Emma giggled as they began to walk. “This feels weird.”
“We do a lot of stuff in the woods,” Vee said. “You’ll have a much more peaceful time out here soon enough, I’m sure. By the way, we won’t be on camera until we get back to the complex, so feel free to remove the helmet and mask.”
Emma nodded and pulled the stuffy headgear off, taking a deep breath of the fresh forest air. They were only walking for two minutes before Emma spotted a strangely-shaped stack of leaves in the middle of a trail, which was soon revealed to be a black S.U.V. hidden by another camouflaged tarp. Vee opened the back door and helped the desperate redhead inside before climbing in herself, and the other woman got in the driver’s seat. Emma shrugged off her backpack and pushed it over the seat into the trunk, and then she leaned back in her seat, pressing her right hand hard against herself.
“Here, let’s help you out before you lose control,” Vee said softly, reaching into a pouch behind the front seat and withdrawing what appeared to be a whiskey glass that would clearly hold no more than about two hundred milliliters. She reached between Emma’s legs and held the glass there, looking at her expectantly.
Emma just sort of grinned awkwardly. “If you think that glass is big enough, you’ve got another thing coming.”
“That’s the point,” Vee responded, smiling back at her. “You’re not to fully empty your bladder, we just have to relieve you enough to get back to the complex. So get peeing, and you’d better manage to stop before you overflow the glass.”
Emma sighed and nodded. “Let me get in a better position here…” Emma set the mask and helmet on the floor in front of her. She groaned as she then got on her knees, the back of her head pressing against the roof of the S.U.V. She opened her legs slightly, and doing so caused a small dribble to fall onto the seat. Vee quickly pushed the glass between Emma’s legs again, pressing it hard right over her labia. Emma gritted her teeth as she tried to pee without fully relaxing her muscles, and she grunted in effort as a restrained stream began to trickle out of her.
Things were made worse by the fact that Vee was staring directly into Emma’s eyes with a strange, fascinated look on her face.
“Why are you letchin’ at me like that?” Emma breathed as she continued to pee gently into the small cup.
Vee giggled and looked down to Emma’s privates. “I’ve not seen your face before now. You’re very beautiful. You know, everyone in the complex knows what you’ve done,” she explained. “You’re already a legend in there. Every girl who’s not straighter than an arrow wants a go at you now. Beyond this, there are a couple of clients who are offering millions for custom videos from you.”
Emma felt her face flush red for a moment. She looked down as well, grimacing as she saw her pee reaching the top of the glass. She moaned loudly and clenched for all she was worth, and the soft trickling of her pee fell silent. She exhaled and fell back into her seat, rubbing her bladder. She could feel that the size of it had gone down, and after a few seconds the pain of stopping her relief mid-pee faded. I’m still desperate, but I’m alright now. I can hold it properly.
Her composure regained, she looked back to Vee. “Are there even any straight girls here? If so, I haven’t met any of them.”
Vee nodded. “Beatrice up there is straight,” Vee said, pointing to the woman who was driving. “But Kay usually keeps the lesbos and the normies separated. She doesn’t want us making them uncomfortable. I feel like she also has a bit of disdain for them, like she can’t comprehend why they have to be the way that they are. But there are clients who only want to watch women hold it by themselves, and why waste a good lesbian on something like that?”
Emma chuckled at Vee’s colorful use of the English language. “Yeah, that’s what she had me doing, when I first arrived here. When we first spoke over the phone, she told me that I’d never have to work with another person. Eventually though, she asked if I would like some company. I never felt like she was trying to coerce me into it, it really was my choice, and I went for it. And bloody hell, I’m glad I did. I’ve had so much fun with Dee, and Tsu, and Cece.”
“Me too soon, hopefully,” Vee said with a rather lustful look in her eye. She seemed to realize just then that she was still holding a cup full of pee. She opened her window and tossed the whole glass out. “Don’t want you begging to fill it again,” she said with a smirk. “Hey Bea, how long of a ride is this?” she asked, turning towards the driver. “I’ve never been on this path before.”
“Well, it circles around the lake, so I’d say about twenty minutes?” Beatrice answered.
“You gonna be able to hold it that long?” she asked Emma, her eyes locked on the desperate woman’s great bulge.
“I’m fine,” Emma answered truthfully. “Since I got desperate I’ve had my bladder compressed by belts and pants, and now that that’s all gone and I’ve let a bit out, I feel confident. I just want to know what’s happening. What does Kay want with me that’s so important that she pulled me out of a scene?”
“I can’t say,” Vee stated with a shrug. “Just enjoy the ride, and try not to look at the lake when we pass it…”
*****
The rest of the ride was uneventful, the time spent chatting about random nonsense between the three of them. Despite Vee’s warning, Emma couldn’t help but stare at the mentioned lake. Bright blue and nearly round, it was a beautiful location. The sight of it did make her squirm, but she held on just fine until they pulled into an underground garage, the entrance perfectly hidden between two thick rows of trees. As soon as they fell below ground level, Emma was startled by a loud mechanical sound, and she turned in her seat to see a thick steel panel sliding across the entrance. As the sunlight was cut off, bright white lights blinked on across the garage.
“Never seen this,” Emma mumbled as she stared around the massive space. There were rows of cars of all shapes, sizes, and values. There were Lamborghinis and limousines, as well as ratty, beat up sedans and minivans. Ferraris and Jaguars, and rusty pickup trucks and station wagons.
“A vehicle for every possible scene,” Beatrice spoke up, sensing Emma’s confusion. “A poor college student wetting herself while stuck in traffic isn’t all that convincing when she’s in a Lambo.”
“Can’t forget about the southern farm girl in an old pickup,” Vee butted in. “On a secret date with another girl...both desperate and both too shy to admit it to each other. Now THAT was a fun scene. If I ever have to do an American accent again though, especially a southern one, it’ll be too soon…”
The other women continued rambling on about the vehicles as they ascended the parking garage, but Emma was too lost in thought to pay much attention beyond the first two. They finally came to a stop in front of a frosted glass door, and the three of them stepped out. “Should I put my mask back on before we go in there?” Emma asked.
“Nope. Just get right on in there, and have a lovely afternoon,” Vee responded. “And don’t pee!”
“Would one of you tell me what is-” Emma started, but the two of them just grabbed her vest and basically forced her through the door. She turned to protest once they released her, but the door was already shut, and she heard the lock click behind her.
Sighing, Emma turned around again to face her new environment. She seemed to be in a plain hallway, the walls painted an off-white like one might see in any office building. Naked from the waist down, she looked around in confusion. Absent choice, she took one step, and then she heard the all-too-familiar chime, followed by a woman’s voice that she did not recognize.
“Please proceed through this hallway. Take the first left, and enter the second door on the right.”
“Who’s that?” Emma called out. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your voice.”
“We will talk soon,” the voice said. “Please do as I asked.”
Emma sighed and began walking through the narrow hall. She spotted the turn to the left fairly quickly, the solid color of the walls making it hard to see from the entrance. She took the turn, and she stopped in her tracks as she stared down the new hallway in front of her. It was at least two hundred meters long, with rows of doors on each side. There had to be at least a hundred rooms. Bloody hell, I’m in the Matrix. I am LITERALLY in the Matrix.
She shook her head violently and hobbled over to the first door, which had a glass pane set in it. She could see a row of monitors and a few computer towers, as well as a mini-fridge and a stack of cereal boxes against the wall to her left. This has to be Kay’s...office? Where she watches all the subjects and speaks to us. I was expecting something fancier...this looks like it’s out of a 90’s hacker movie. Maybe… THE MATRIX!?
Emma laughed to herself as she pulled away from the door and stepped to the next one on the right. This door had no window, and she slowly grasped the knob, uncertainty burning in her chest. I’ve got no idea what I’m getting into, but...this is happening. She pushed open the door and stepped inside. At first glance, the room appeared to be a small salon. There were massage tables and bathtubs, as well as barber’s chairs and mirrors lining the opposite wall.
“Welcome, Emma.” Emma jumped slightly at the voice, and she turned to face it. A tall, dark-skinned woman with jet-black hair and thin brown eyes approached her from a door to her left that she had not even noticed. The woman looked to be a little older than thirty, and she was dressed in nothing but dark purple cotton panties. She was also not wearing a mask. Emma had never met one in person, but she believed the woman to be Native American. She was stunningly beautiful. “My name is Ava. I am Kay’s first ever subject, and now I am her...personal assistant, so to speak. It is wonderful to meet you.” Ava extended her right hand, smiling widely at Emma.
The redhead took it and shook, returning the smile. “It’s good to meet you as well. Please, though...can you tell me what’s going on here?”
“Of course,” Ava said. “Kay had planned to bring you here tomorrow, but when you were in the gun shed… Well, there are microphones in there. She heard you talking to Cece, telling her how horny you were, and she saw how you could barely control yourself, and she kind of...snapped. She demanded that you be brought here immediately, before you wet yourself. And so I organized your extraction. I’m going to prepare you for Kay now, and then I’ll bring you to her. You just focus on holding your pee, and let me handle everything.”
Emma pursed her lips and looked down at her glistening thighs. “I’m really very desperate, just look at my belly. Whatever you’ve got to do, please do it quickly…”
“As you wish,” Ava said softly. She stepped up to Emma and began unbuckling her vest. The heavy thing fell to the ground at Emma’s feet, and next Ava unbuttoned Emma’s fatigue shirt. Emma groaned softly as she slid her arms free, shivering slightly as her bladder throbbed hard for a moment. Ava unzipped the thick black bra and tossed it aside, and finally she got to one knee to untie Emma’s boots.
A moment later, Emma was standing there completely naked. Her skin was coated in sweat, and her legs were constantly jerking together as she was hit by waves of desperation. Ava glided a few meters to her left, where a large sink sat embedded in the wall. Next to the sink was a stack of small towels, and Ava took one and turned on the water. Emma closed her eyes and clenched her fists, releasing a sustained whine. She knew that holding herself wouldn’t help.
Ava soaked the towel in hot water and approached Emma once more. The redhead did not protest as Ava cleansed her body, washing her thighs, labia, and pubic hair. The warm towel felt amazing, even if it made holding her water next to impossible. Emma was a good subject though; she made it through without releasing a single drop. Once Ava was done cleaning Emma up, she guided the desperate woman to one of salon chairs. Emma stopped as she approached it, eyeing it warily.
“Oy, you’re not planning on cutting my hair, are you?” Emma asked. “I quite like my hair.”
Ava laughed loudly and placed a hand on Emma’s shoulder. “No need to worry, we’re just gonna sort it out. It’s all messed up from the helmet.”
Emma nodded and sat down, her bladder complaining about the motion. Ava took a fancy-looking wooden brush and began working on Emma’s hair, stroking it and brushing out numerous knots. Emma closed her eyes and leaned her head back, enjoying the sensation despite the pressure wracking her body. “I’ve got to wee so badly,” she muttered under her breath. “I’ve got no idea how I’m still holding on. I feel fuller than ever before, even though I know that I can’t possibly be holding more than yesterday.”
“You drank more water than ever before as well,” Ava said. “I know from experience, when you drink that much, you fill up fast and constantly. Every leak is immediately replaced, and once you let some out, it makes holding the rest much harder. If you want my advice, don’t let out a single drop from now on, or you might not be able to stop it.”
Emma moaned and nodded, trying not to focus on the pounding behind her privates. “How long am I gonna have to hold it in?” Emma asked, almost begging. “I don’t want to disappoint Kay, but I… I just don’t know how much more I can stand…”
“Kay has complete faith in you,” Ava purred. “She knows that you would never pee if she told you not to.”
Emma shivered again...and not from desperation. The mental image of Kay staring at her desperate, shaking body and demanding that she keep holding it made her hot enough to melt iron. Her nipples grew hard, and Ava certainly took notice.
“You seem very ‘excited’ to be here,” she joked. “That’s good...Kay is certainly ready for you.”
Emma flushed red and looked down at her breasts as Ava continued brushing her hair. This went on for five minutes before Ava seemed satisfied. She helped Emma to her feet and guided her towards a large wardrobe that sat next to a plain, wooden door.
“You’re almost ready. Just one last thing.” Ava pulled open the center drawer and withdrew a single garment, a light red silk night dress that perfectly matched Emma’s hair. Ava unfolded it carefully and slid it over Emma’s head, letting it fall into place. Emma slid her arms through the straps and looked down at herself. She could see her bladder bulging beyond her breasts, and her nipples were clearly visible through the paper-thin fabric. Ava then opened the bottom draw, and Emma saw that it was stuffed with at least two hundred pairs of panties in all colors and styles imaginable. Ava dug around in the hoard for nearly a full minute before she found what she was looking for, a pair of those magical, weightless panties that you couldn’t even feel on your body. They matched Emma’s hair and dress as well, and Emma gingerly raised her right leg and stepped into them as Ava held them low.
Dressed, desperate, and more horny than she had ever been, Emma stared expectantly at Ava. Without saying a word, the Native woman reached for the doorknob and pulled it open. With a flourish of her arm, she gestured Emma inside. “While you are inside this room, you will not be one of Kay’s subjects. You will be yourself, and you will be Kay’s companion. Trust her, be with her, let yourself feel things with her. Just...have fun.”
Emma gave her a shaky but thankful nod, and she made her way through the door, which was quickly closed behind her.
*****
Emma stood in a perfectly round room, about six meters across and four tall. Purple silk curtains lined the walls, so thin that they were nearly transparent. Behind them, bright blue light swirled and glistened like the surface of a tropical ocean. The room was home to many interesting things, but all that interested Emma stood right in front of her, dressed in the exact same way that she was. The exact same way...and Emma was not wearing a mask.
“Do you recognize me?” Kay asked, her bright violet eyes staring into Emma’s own.
Upon seeing Kay’s face, Emma’s resolve was hardened to adamantium. She knew what the lack of a mask meant: Kay was no Goddess, she was no Queen, she was just a woman, a real woman that Emma could talk to, that she could touch, that she could experience. She was an equal.
“I’ve no clue who you are,” Emma answered truthfully, her voice steady for the first time in well over two hours. Kay’s face was entirely unfamiliar to her. Her nose was small, her cheeks were round, reddened, and generally adorable. Where Emma had only seen Kay with blood-red lipstick before, the woman was now wearing no makeup at all. While still absolutely beautiful in all possible applications of the word, if Emma saw Kay on the street, she wouldn’t give her a second thought. This all came together to give Emma a sense of comfort and welcoming that she had never felt before. Kay had made herself truly vulnerable.
Kay walked slowly to Emma and embraced her, their breasts pressing together. Emma expected her bladder to be squeezed against Kay’s belly, but she felt nothing down there. Emma looked down and furrowed her brow as she noticed that Kay was sort of leaning away from the hug with the bottom half of her body. As they broke apart, Emma was staring directly at Kay’s stomach.
“You noticed already?” Kay asked, her thin mouth curling into a loving smile. She reached for the front of her loose dress and slowly pulled it upwards, revealing panties that matched Emma’s as well...and a bulging bladder that put Emma’s to shame. Protruding at least seven inches from Kay’s normally perfectly flat belly, she looked like there was a bowling ball sealed under her skin. “I drank a gallon of water early this morning, before I even spoke to you in the doctor’s office. I honestly hadn’t decided yet if I was going to bring you in here today, but if I did...I wanted to be ready.”
Emma looked over the woman that stood in front of her. She was standing perfectly straight, her arms relaxed, her feet inches apart. Her face was restful, her lips held in a calm smile. She didn’t appear to be struggling in the slightest.
“You’ve been holding it for eight hours after drinking a whole gallon?” Emma asked, trying not to let her absolute disbelief show.
“Closer to ten hours, actually,” Kay corrected her bluntly. “I was up and about very early this morning, speaking with my security team about their job today. I started drinking as soon as I woke up.”
Kay sounded casual as could be, but Emma knew that she was bragging for all she was worth. I can’t let this get to me. She’s showing me her face so I feel comfortable around her, and I do, but she still wants me to know just how strong she really is.
“Don’t worry about all of that though,” Kay continued, waving her hand dismissively. “Please, join me over here, and have a seat.” Kay strode over to a small, round, dark wooden table that sat on the right side of the room. She sat down in a matching chair, one of two, and crossed her legs. Not in a desperate manner, just a ladylike one. Emma sat down across from her and did the same, though the powerful clenching of her muscles was perfectly obvious.
After the women had settled in, Kay reached beneath the table and withdrew a small tray, a steaming teapot and two fine china teacups resting on top of it. “I prepared this just before you came in. I know you Brits know your tea, but I can guaran-TEA that this will be the best you’ve ever had.”
Emma covered her face with her palm at the unexpected pun. She eyed the teapot through her fingers and she couldn’t help but moan slightly. “Professor, I really don’t think I can drink that...I’m really, truly, seriously bursting…”
“Please do not call me that in here,” Kay said quietly. “Just call me Kay. I...so wish that I could tell you my name. Showing you my face is one thing, barely anybody knows my face, but with even just my first name… A bit of googling, and you would be able to work it out. I very much hope that you understand.”
“I would never do that,” Emma said, her voice full of honesty and empathy. “Kay, I would never, ever do anything to compromise you or what you do here.”
“And I believe you with all my heart,” Kay responded. “But there are rules that I set for myself, rules that I’ve never broken in my years of running this place. I can’t take that risk. Please, it is nothing personal...I just can’t do it.” Kay looked almost on the verge of tears.
Emma reached across the table and grasped one of Kay’s soft hands between her own, holding it tightly. “I understand completely. Let’s just enjoy ourselves. Who we were before this place shouldn’t matter. I don’t care about what you’ve done in the past, I care about you, here and now. I care about Kay.”
Kay blinked rapidly and nodded, letting her hand slide free of Emma’s. She grasped the teapot’s handle and proceeded to fill the two cups. “I know how full you are,” Kay whispered. “But I also know that you’re capable of holding it for as long as you need to. Ava is the one that talked me into allowing you some relief in the car, but I know that you would have made it even if I had not. I know that once you learned that you were coming to meet me, you would build the strength needed to hang on. And now with me right here, telling you to hold it in, begging you not to pee, you will stay dry for me, yes?”
Emma felt shivers shooting down her spine. Despite the fact that Ava had just washed her, she felt that her labia had already grown slick again. Emma closed her eyes and thought hard, focusing on the nuclear explosion building inside of her bladder. Can I really wait any longer, especially if I drink anything? I feel so much more desperate than ever before. Yesterday’s hold was nothing compared to this pressure, and I don’t know how that’s even possible. Before I wet myself then, I felt like I was about to die, but now I just feel...good. I was in a panic yesterday, I knew that I absolutely had to complete my task, and maybe that threw me off. Now though, it just feels so...sexual, like no matter the pain I feel, I know that it’s okay, I know that I’m doing this because I want to.
“Megan?” Kay whispered, staring at the woman who was completely lost in thought.
Emma shook herself out of her stupor and locked eyes with Kay. “Yes. I can do this. I’ll hold it for as long as you want me to, no matter what. And please, if I’m calling you Kay, just call me Emma. Megan is my past.” Emma reached down for her teacup, raised it to her lips, and slowly sipped it down. Kay smiled widely and did the same.
Now that things had quieted down, Emma scanned the room they were in. There was a massive four-poster bed surrounded by thick, purple curtains set in the back of the room, and a nightstand sat right next to it. Further to the left was a large refrigerator and a massive, ornate bathtub, free-standing and lined with what was almost certainly real gold. There were a number of drawers and wardrobes as well, and a long counter with many cabinets and a kitchen sink set in it. This was clearly where Kay lived, every basic amenity accounted for and present inside of this one room...except for a toilet. The world is Kay’s toilet, I think… Emma took a final sip of her tea as she looked back to the woman in front of her.
As soon as the two women set their cups down, Kay refilled them. “Let’s play a game,” Kay said after she took a sip of her second cup of tea. “When you first arrived here, I allowed you to ask me three questions. We’re going to do that again, only now we’ll be alternating. You ask me one, I ask you one, until we’ve both had three questions. Other than my true identity, we must answer with absolute honesty. You can go first.”
Emma grinned as she took a sip as well. Even though she knew that the warm liquid of the first glass had barely made it down her throat, the act of drinking caused her bladder to convulse powerfully. Emma just crossed her legs tighter, ignoring the cataclysmic pressure inside of her. “Outside the salon, there’s a row of doors almost as far as the eye can see. What are they all for?”
Kay took another small sip and set her cup down. “There are only ever twenty-six active women in this compound at any given time. Any more than that and organizing scenes and keeping track of them becomes next to impossible. Me, Ava, Cece, Tsu, Dee, and Gina - You’ve never met her, she’s the one who designs all the sets and maintains all the mechanical shit in here, - we count as essential staff, so our ‘letters’ are always active. That leaves twenty subjects to fill out the alphabet. Every letter has had a few girls fill its name. There have been three Emmas before you. The woman currently filling a name is featured on my website, so clients always know who they’re getting. I make up nonsense backstories for everyone, so there’s no chance of any of you being tracked down by particularly creepy clients. The doors lead to the apartments of all the women who live here who are not currently recording. When a girl has her period, or gets sick, or needs to travel, or just wants to relax for a few days, I switch them out so I can always keep production at a maximum.”
“There’s got to be a hundred doors out there though,” Emma stated before taking another sip of tea. “You can’t possibly have THAT many women off-camera all the time. Organizing it would be chaos. Oh, and don’t try to pawn that off as another question.”
Kay exhaled a quick laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t. You’re quite right. Being honest, it’s not something I like to speak of much, but let me just say that Maisha is not the only abused woman who I’ve brought in. Now, is it my turn?”
Emma nodded. “Come at me, bruv.”
Kay laughed again, louder this time, and nearly choked on a sip of tea. Despite this, her legs never tightened up. “I’m going to ask you a question that you asked me. Before we ever spoke, what’s the most desperate that you’ve ever been? I love hearing stories from women’s lives before they became experienced holders. There’s just something more...natural about it, if you know what I mean.”
“I do,” Emma said. “Give me a moment to think, there have been a few situations…” Emma slanted her lips and looked down, trying to remember the worst that she’d ever had to wee before she first spoke with Kay. The thoughts of her most desperate moments caused her bladder to begin throbbing violently again. She twisted her legs up tighter, her chest heaving. She settled on a memory and looked up, catching Kay staring at her breasts. “I can take the dress off, if you’d like,” Emma offered. “Give you a better look.”
“No thank you,” Kay purred. “We’ll be saving that sort of thing for later.”
Later, she says. I don’t know how much of a ‘later’ I could possibly have without bursting. Emma sighed and looked Kay in the eyes. “I was sixteen when it happened. Me and my friend Jen, we were to see a film. World’s End, with Simon Pegg...he’s one of our favorites. We had just gotten out of lunch where we’d both had sodas, and we’d bought large ones from the theater as well. Neither of us needed to wee at that point, so we didn’t even think to go to the toilet. We were fine through the movie, but we both needed to go pretty badly when we got out.”
Emma moaned softly and squirmed in her seat, clenching her fists on the tabletop in front of her. “The thing is, the toilet in the theater was in the lobby, and as we were walking towards it, Jen noticed that Kick-Ass 2 was playing just five minutes after World’s End finished. We wanted to see that as well. We argued about it for a while, I really wanted to go to the toilet, but she insisted that a free film was worth a bit of discomfort, and that we wouldn’t be let back in if we went past the ticket guy. I eventually caved, because hey, we’re adults, right? We could go two hours with full bladders. Well, the whole situation turned into an absolute atrocity. Half way through the film, Jen literally started crying in desperation and rushed out of the theater in a panic. I followed after her, and let me tell you, I was in serious trouble as well. I started leaking in my knickers when I stood up but I managed to hang on until I got to the lobby.”
Emma paused for a moment to take a few deep breaths, the memory causing great stress to the watermelon that was her bladder. She looked to Kay, whose hands were tightly clenching her thighs and trembling slightly. Her face was reddened and now it was Kay’s chest that was heaving as she took deep, moaning breaths.
“Ooh, Kay,” Emma chirped teasingly. “Do you look like that because you’re desperate, or is my story making you so randy that you have to physically restrain your hands to stop yourself from jilling off?”
“Is that your second question?” Kay countered breathily.
Emma pouted. “No. I haven’t finished answering yours, anyway. As I was saying, I managed to make it out of the theater without soaking my skirt, but when I got to the lobby… Well, Jen was right there, in front of like twenty other customers, just squatting down and wetting herself all over the floor while sobbing like a loon. She’d completely lost control. Two security guys were already standing right next to her, waiting for her to stop peeing so they could grab her without getting pissed on.”
Emma shivered, placing a hand on her belly, which was as round as a full moon. “Now, you need to remember that I was on the verge of an accident myself. I walked over to the scene of the crime, so to speak, and pulled one of the security guys aside. I’m still not sure if I’m proud of what I did, but I lied my bloody face off. I told him that Jen was autistic, and that a violent scene in the movie had upset her and caused a breakdown. I begged him to let me take her home, and I offered him every pound that I had in my purse. I will say, he was a really nice guy. He wouldn’t take the money, and he talked down the other guard and the theater manager as I led Jen towards the exit. The best part? Throughout my entire conversation with the guy, I was leaking every couple of seconds, but literally nobody noticed because all eyes were on Jen who was still emptying herself into the carpet.”
Kay was absolutely vibrating now. The sight of her struggling so hard to stay ladylike was driving Emma up the wall as well. She ignored the pleas of her burning slit and forced herself to continue her story. “So I practically dragged Jen out of the theater and into the parking lot. She was a complete mess, still crying and leaking, and I knew that she wouldn’t be able to drive properly. Thing is, I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to either with my bladder about to explode. Not wanting to leave her alone to go back to the toilets, I just hiked up my skirt, pulled my knickers aside, and weed right there next to the car. It felt incredible, but I didn’t get anything sexual out of it at the time. Once we were both relieved, I drove her home and stayed overnight...and we just never spoke of it again.”
There was a long pause as the two women sat there, trying to regain their composure. After about two full minutes, Kay spoke. “It is...your turn, now,” she said simply.
Emma already had her question locked and loaded. “In great detail, how desperate are you right now? You act so tough, but I know that there’s NO way in Hell that your body isn’t in complete pandemonium right now.”
Kay groaned to herself, apparently somewhat displeased by this particular question. “I was hoping that you would let this proceed as it will, but very well. I am...BURSTING," Kay exclaimed loudly. “My entire body feels like it’s boiling, my internal muscles are strained to their very limits, and every breath I take feels like a lightning bolt striking my bladder. My pelvis widened well over an hour ago, and any extra room that created has been filled three times over. Still, I remain dry and I do not speak of my desperation, because I absolutely will not pee until I wish to. Yesterday I watched you surpass your limits through pure insanity, and today I do the same thing. Neither one of us will release one, single drop until we’ve had all the fun I plan on having with you this evening. Then, and only then, will we empty ourselves together.” Kay uncrossed her legs and drank down the rest of her tea in one long sip. “Ready for my question?”
Emma nodded, her face bright red and sweaty.
“Excellent. I want you to tell me, now that you’ve seen my face and my whole body...am I the most attractive woman that you’ve ever seen?”
“Bloody hell,” Emma choked out, trying desperately not to laugh, knowing that such an action would surely cause a massive leak. “Are you really that vain?”
Kay curled her right hand under her chin, grinning smartly. “I have my reasons for asking that question.”
Emma sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. “You want honesty, so the answer is no. That honor will never go to any woman but Kari Byron. You might remember the name from a question you asked during your game show. I was gay for her before I was even gay.”
Kay’s smile widened, and she gently bit her lip. “Good answer. I never trust the girls that bark out a yes immediately. Some come to that conclusion after a bit of thought, or at least after being taken aback by the question like you were, but the ones that don’t even bother considering it...nah. I don’t like suck-ups.” Kay placed her hands on the edge of the table and leaned forwards slightly. “Your turn.”
Emma bit her own lip for a moment before she spoke. “Tell me yours. The most attractive woman that you’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, I’ll give you that one for free,” Kay muttered, waving a hand. “It’s Heather. Remember her, my old nanny from the story I told you when you arrived here?”
“Of course,” Emma said with a nod.
“Figured you would. Yeah, though...She is an absolute goddess. I have never seen another woman who even came close. Heather is flawless in every single way. I couldn’t even begin to describe her in a way that would let you comprehend it, and I’m not going to waste time trying. Go ahead and ask something else.”
Emma thought for a moment, her rhythm thrown off by Kay’s free answer. After a moment, something came to her. “There’s something that I’ve never been quite sure of. You call yourself the Pee Professor, so maybe you know something about it. To put it bluntly, when women squirt from an orgasm, is that pee?”
Kay smiled and giggled softly for a second. “Great question! And one with a somewhat complicated answer. The truth is...sort of. It’s very interesting. A woman’s ejaculate does indeed come from the urethra and it is built up inside of the bladder, and there are always traces of urine in it because of this. However, the liquid mostly contains...well, it might sound sort of gross, medically speaking, but it’s ‘prostatic secretions.’ It’s a liquid formed by your prostate and it fills the bladder, and when a woman has an orgasm strong enough, it’s forced out involuntarily. What confuses even me is that when a woman who’s absolutely desperate to pee squirts, it’s always that clear liquid, never yellow pee, and it’s totally possible to keep holding in all your pee even after squirting, even though the whole process goes through your bladder and urethra. The whole thing is absolutely fascinating, and I truly hope to fully understand it someday, but even with all of modern science at my back, I’m stumped. Ready for my last question?”
Emma inhaled slowly and nodded.
Kay stayed silent for a time, looking into Emma’s eyes. Kay’s face was mostly relaxed, but there was a note of...uncertainty? “Will you stay with me?” she finally asked. “You’ve earned your millions, and after tonight you will be free to leave and live your life in any way you wish. Or you can remain here, have your own room, live for free and spend or donate your earnings however you like. Of course, you will be able to take vacations any time you wish, or return home and come back freely. I just-”
“Kay, I’m in love with you,” Emma interrupted loudly. “I love this place, I love working with you, and I never want to leave. I’m here, for as long as you’ll have me.”
Kay’s lips were held slightly open, and the smallest tear could be seen forming in her left eye. “You understand that I cannot be...faithful to you, that I will engage with other subjects very often, and that I’ll never like...be your wife.”
“Fuck that noise,” Emma barked. “I want to sleep with every woman in here just as much as you do. At the same bloody time, if possible. This is where I’ve always belonged. No bullshit, no strings, no betrayal, no sadness. Just love, fun, and peace.”
Emma jumped as Kay stood up violently, the small table toppling onto its side. The teapot shattered as Kay wrapped her arms around Emma’s shoulders, pulled her to her feet, and embraced her in a hug that could almost break bone. Their bladders were now held together, and Emma screamed as the pressure grew to unbearable levels.
“KEH, UH’M GUNNUH WET MUHSULF!” Emma tried to shout, her face completely buried in Kay’s soft breasts. The taller woman released Emma and stood back, her face the dictionary definition of happiness.
“Get...in...bed…” Kay ordered, pointing towards said bed with a quivering arm.
Bloody hell, this is happening, Emma thought quickly. I’m really going to be with Kay...after everything, it’s really happening.
Emma’s catastrophically full bladder was somehow pushed out of her mind as she took five small steps to the side of the bed. She pulled the curtains aside and sat down at the edge of the bed, her dress settling between her legs. Kay approached her and grasped the sides of the dress. With one swift motion, she pulled the garment off of Emma’s body and threw it aside. Next, she did the same with her own dress. Emma looked on wide-eyed as Kay stood before her, breasts out and her labia clearly visible through the super-thin fabric of her red panties. Her knickers are completely dry. I don’t understand how she can be so strong...her self-control is inhuman. Kay then placed her hands on Emma’s chest, guiding her back until she was laying down. She could actually feel the weight of her bladder pressing down on the rest of her body, pounds of pee just sitting on top of her.
“Roll over,” Kay whispered, leaning over Emma. With a loud moan and a shout of effort, Emma flipped onto her front. She was immensely thankful that the bed was as soft as it was, or else the weight of her body would have absolutely forced the pee right out of her. Kay opened a drawer on the nightstand and withdrew a small, transparent bottle filled with some sort of clear liquid. Without wasting any time, she climbed onto the bed, threw a leg over Emma’s body, and straddled her thighs. Emma said nothing as Kay opened the bottle, and the aroma of scented oil immediately filled Emma’s nostrils.
Kay poured a quantity of the oil into her hands, rubbed them together, and then placed them on Emma’s back. Emma moaned loudly into a pillow as Kay rubbed the oil all over Emma’s body, all over her back, down her sides, and across her shoulders. Kay masterfully massaged Emma, applying pressure to her neck and all down her spine. Emma felt the stress flowing from her body, and it took everything she had to stop something else from flowing from her body as well. Every touch made her want to relax completely, but she knew that she could not, she knew that she had to keep holding it all in.
The massage went on for at least ten minutes before Kay dismounted Emma’s legs. “Roll onto your back now,” she whispered in Emma’s ear. Emma shivered and did as she was told, another loud groan escaping her. Kay knelt beside Emma and began massaging her front. Things quickly grew very intimate as Kay oiled up Emma’s breasts and inner thighs, stopping millimeters short of her panties. And then came the part that Emma most feared. Kay placed both of her hands on Emma’s round, protruding bladder and began to rub. She did not push, but just the sensation of Kay’s soft hands caused untold chaos in Emma’s body. She thrashed and cried out, grasping Kay’s forearms tightly. Kay looked her in her eyes, the pain of her desperation written all over her face…
And then Kay’s arms went limp and she fell on top of Emma, wrapping her arms around the other woman’s neck. A second later, their lips met, their tongues pressing together as they kissed with the passion of every poet and bard that had ever lived. Kay mounted Emma once again, their clits pressing together through their panties and their bladders fully crushed under the weight of Kay’s body. Neither one of them cared as they continued to kiss, their hands all over each other’s breasts. Emma broke free with her left hand and slid it down Kay’s side and through the waistband of her panties, and for the very first time, she felt the only part of Kay that was more private than her face.
She was slippery and burning hot, and Emma felt a large clit and vulva that were folding out from Kay’s engorged labia. She was fully and immensely aroused. Kay reached down to her side and gripped the waistband of her panties, literally ripping them off of her body and throwing them to the floor beside the bed. She shoved her left knee between Emma’s legs and leaned into her ever harder, forcing their breasts together as they continued to make out like two teenagers in a car on an overlook.
“Fuck, Kay,” Emma moaned through Kay’s lips. “I’m gonna burst, you’re pushing on my bladder so hard!”
“Mine’s getting pushed in just as hard, and I’m holding it just fine,” Kay responded in kind.
“But you’re some kind of...freakish...bladder superhero, I don’t bloody know. I’m seriously going to wet myself, you have to lay off…”
Kay groaned in protest, but she pushed her weight up with her hands and knelt next to Emma. “Fine, you don’t want me on you, I’ll just get under you…” In a surprising display of athleticism, Kay jumped over Emma’s legs and stood up at the foot of the bed. She placed her hands on Emma’s shins and slowly moved them up between her thighs, leaning forwards until her face was just above Emma’s slick panties. Her slender hands gripped the waistband from either side, and she slowly and gently slid them down her legs. Emma raised her feet off the bed so Kay could pull the panties free, and she dropped them on the floor as she leaned in once more.
Emma knew what was coming, and she braced herself just in time as Kay shoved her face between Emma’s legs. She felt Kay’s warm, wet tongue fall across her tremendously sensitive clit, and she wrapped both of her arms around two pillows, squeezing as tightly as she could as she began to thrash in pleasure. Kay’s forehead was slamming into Emma’s giant bladder as she moved, and it only served to make the sensations exploding from her womanhood even greater. Kay circled Emma’s clit with her tongue before sliding it up and down her vulva, and then she pushed her tongue as far as she could into Emma’s vagina. She repeated this pattern until Emma fell into the rhythm of it, and once that happened, Emma was completely taken.
She screamed and moaned, cursed and bucked, every passing second bringing waves of pleasure unlike anything she had ever imagined. As she became more and more aroused, her bladder stopped contracting, the constant battering replaced by an unfathomable, solid pressure that pushed down on her privates and multiplied her sensitivity by a hundredfold.
Kay went on for five minutes before Emma just couldn’t take it anymore. She felt it building in her gut, the burning in her clit growing to its limit. The feeling began to radiate outwards, warming her thighs and her chest. Her face flushed bright red and her pelvis thrusted involuntarily against Kay’s lips. She felt electricity bubbling inside of her whole body, tingles and twitches that she had absolutely no control of. As Kay’s tongue found its way to Emma’s clit again, it happened. All of that pleasure, all of the sensations across her entire body began to congregate, pulled into the beautiful, pink place between her legs, building, and building, and building…
Emma’s breath left her chest as the stacking pleasure inside of her erupted out all at once, and she exploded into the most powerful orgasm that she had ever experienced. Her body shook violently, her arms going limp and her legs clenching around Kay’s head with strength that Emma never knew she had. Kay wrapped her arms around Emma’s thighs and kept licking, completely unperturbed. Emma gasped for air as her body went supernova, and it went on and on, building up again and exploding out once more, twice, three times, four and five. For the first time ever, Emma went through multiple orgasms, each one just as intense as the last...and through all of this, despite her loss of control of her own body, she still would not pee.
“You’re so strong,” Kay breathed, her chin and chest covered in Emma’s sex. “You’re the most impressive woman I’ve ever met.” Kay wiped herself off with the blanket she was kneeling on, and then she crawled up to Emma’s left side. She laid down next to the quivering, exhausted woman and wrapped her left arm around Emma’s body, across her breasts, her hand softly gripping Emma’s right shoulder. She nuzzled her face into Emma’s neck, the soft red hair brushing her cheeks and tickling her nose. “Dee, Heather, Cece, they can all hold huge amounts for a very long time, but you...your pure control, your ability to hold through orgasms and physical activity… I only see the likes of it when I look in a mirror. You are the woman I’ve fantasized about for years, the woman who can finally match me, maybe even surpass me. I am…so happy that I found you.”
Emma slid her left arm under Kay’s body and embraced her around her back. Kay’s voice was full of emotion, true passion and love that she had never heard from the woman before. It was like Kay had turned into an entirely different person than she had been when they met. "I'm only like this with you," Emma said softly. "Normally I leak a lot, and I can't stop squirming, but with you...I just have so much more strength."
“That's not true though. The yoga on your first day here, no other woman here has ever been able to support her weight on her bladder without wetting herself on her first attempt. And with Cece just earlier today, she wet herself while sprinting, but you held on with only a tiny leak. So... Believe in your control, and keep holding it with me,” Kay begged, gripping Emma tighter. “I know you must be desperate beyond reason, but please keep it in, keep holding on. I feel like I’m going to burst at any second, and if you start peeing, I’ll pee...we have to stay dry, both of us.”
“Don’t you…” Emma started, before she was interrupted by the strongest contraction that she had ever felt. She screamed and arched her back, somehow finding the strength to clench her pelvic floor muscles despite the fact that her multiple orgasms had left her completely numb down there. “Don’t you want me to get you off now? You did me, it would only be fair…”
Kay kissed Emma’s neck, then gave it a gentle lick. “It’s not needed,” she whispered into Emma’s ear. “All I need is this pressure in my bladder. I’m about to get off any second just from this feeling, I do it all the time.”
Emma smacked her lips and turned her head to look into Kay’s eyes. “What? You haven’t been moaning or anything, are you havin’ a laugh?”
Kay smiled and kissed Emma on her lips now that they were facing each other. “When she grows up in a mansion full of servants, a girl has to learn to keep her pleasure quiet.”
“Come on,” Emma encouraged. “Let yourself go...I want to hear you.” She turned onto her left now, her bladder pushing up against Kay’s once more. She ignored the incomprehensible pressure this caused as she placed her right hand between Kay’s legs, feeling the slippery, hot, soft slit that made up Kay’s womanhood. Kay quivered and breathed heavily at Emma’s touch, but she remained quiet still. “You’re only here with me,” Emma whispered. “Nobody who cares is gonna hear you.”
Kay exhaled and nodded, rolling onto her back so Emma could reach between her legs easier. Her arm held across Kay’s bladder, her middle finger lightly brushed Kay’s swollen clit. It took time, but soon enough Kay began to moan as she exhaled, clutching a fist over her chest as the pleasure built up. “Come inside,” Kay gasped, rocking her hips against Emma’s hand.
Happy to oblige, Emma did one more round on Kay’s clit before she slid two fingers into Kay’s vagina. The woman closed her legs over Emma’s hand and moaned loudly for the first time, her hips gyrating now as Emma drew her fingers hard over Kay’s G-spot again and again, her rhythm constant and powerful. Soon enough, Kay was at Emma’s mercy, too lost in pleasure to do much more than gasp and squirm. As this went on, an idea occurred to Emma. An idea that she wasn’t sure she should go through with.
I think Kay would like it...but it really might force her to start peeing. Would she mind? Well...I suppose there’s only one way to find out.
Emma, her mind made up, got onto her knees, never removing her fingers from Kay. Her own bladder was going nuclear, the constant, unending pressure unmatched in Heaven and on Earth. Pushing herself even further beyond the limits she had already broken, she forced the idea of relief out of her head as she placed her free left hand on the base of Kay’s bladder, about two inches above her clit.
Feeling the new pressure, Kay opened her eyes and looked up at Emma. “Wha...what are you doing!?” she asked desperately, her control clearly faltering for a moment.
Emma did not respond. She pushed up into Kay’s G-spot with all her finger strength, rubbing violently against it, and then she pushed in HARD on Kay’s belly, squeezing the woman’s pleasure center - and her colossal, diamond-hard bladder - between both hands.
Instantaneously, Kay’s iron will and every iota of composure that she had shattered all at once. She screamed at the top of her lungs, twisting her legs together around Emma’s hand and gripping her own breasts so tightly that the soft skin bulged between her fingers. She began to shake, her chest heaving and her eyes wild. Emma continued working on her, pushing into her belly in time with her strokes of Kay’s G-spot. The woman’s skin was fully coated in sweat, her hair messy and strewn across the bed. She continued roaring in pure ecstasy, pushing herself as hard as she could against Emma’s hand.
“PUSH HARDER!” Kay shrieked suddenly, reaching out to grab Emma’s wrist. “LEAN INTO ME WITH ALL YOUR WEIGHT, FUCKING SIT ON ME IF YOU HAVE TO!”
Emma was taken aback for a moment. Surely Kay didn’t want Emma to force the pee out of her yet? Still, she wasn’t going to argue and ruin Kay’s pleasure. She leaned forwards and pushed in as hard as she could with her left hand, still inside of Kay with her right.
Kay began thrashing with even more intensity, tears of bliss streaming down her cheeks. “HARDER!” she demanded loudly, trying to push down on Emma’s hand with her own. “HARDER, DAMN IT, I’M SO CLOSE!”
Emma stared at Kay, utterly confounded. Emma could see no way that she could possibly hold on throughout all of this. Unable to apply any more pressure with one hand alone, she did the only thing she could do. She raised her left leg, mounted Kay while facing her feet so she could keep her fingers working at a steady pace, and she sat down straight on Kay’s bladder. It felt like a wooden chair it was so hard, and as she let her legs go limp, her entire body weight settled right on top of it.
That sudden and immense pressure was exactly what Kay needed. With a final, rapturous gasp of pleasure, Kay reached an orgasm unlike any she had ever felt, seen, or imagined. Emma’s hand was filled with a clear, slick, and sticky liquid that exploded powerfully from between Kay’s reddened lips. The woman shook and cried in happiness, her nerves firing from every sensation that it was possible for a person to feel. It went on and on, again and again...and then it was over. As Kay’s body slowly stopped spasming, Emma slid her fingers out of her and placed her hands on her thighs.
They just stayed like that for a minute, breathing, feeling…and neither one of them had released a single drop of pee. After their talk, after they had sex, both of them had gone hours and hours after drinking a full gallon of water. Emma had leaked before, but whatever she lost had been replaced by tea, and she was withstanding all of it out of her love for Kay, just as Kay was withstanding it out of love for Emma.
Breathless and on the very edge of her control, Emma dismounted Kay’s bladder and laid down next to her again. They wrapped their arms around each other at the same time and began kissing again, their breathing synchronizing as their breasts rose and fell against each other. “It’s almost time,” Kay whispered against Emma’s lips. “This is the first time I’ve spoken these words in over a decade… I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Where do you want it to happen?” Emma asked. “Right here, in bed?”
“No,” Kay moaned. “I have to know how much you’re holding, and I’m positive that you want to know my capacity as well. We will go to the door of this room, I’ll be in here and you’ll be in the salon. Each room measures separately, so if we lose control at the same time, it won’t skew the results.”
“I don’t know if we’ll make it to the door,” Emma muttered.
“We’ll help each other. We have to try.”
Emma nodded shakily and rolled onto her back, groaning loudly with even this slow movement. Kay did the same, and over the next thirty seconds, the two women managed to stand up. Kay stood straight, clenching her fists, her arms and legs shaking in pure desperation. There was simply no way for her to hide it anymore, it had gone too far. They circled to the front of the bed in tiny, careful steps until they met up and held onto each other’s arms.
“Wait, the dresses and the panties,” Kay gasped. “They’ll soak up a lot of the pee, we have to get them off the floor!”
“Fuck, you’re right,” Emma hissed. Bending over was the most painful thing either of them had ever experienced, but they managed to collect the clothing and throw it all on top of the bed. That dealt with, they started towards the door. One step...two… Their gargantuan bladders both began contracting at the same time, trying as hard as they could to force the preposterous quantity of pee out of their anguished bodies. Sheer willpower alone kept them dry as they approached the door, and Kay reached out and grasped the knob.
The door opened silently, and thankfully it seemed that Ava was no longer in the salon. Both women wanted to do this together...alone. “Sit here,” Kay breathed, gently lowering Emma towards the floor. They moaned and gasped and cried out as they got on the ground, and they sat back-to-back, leaning against each other, their urethras each aiming into the separate rooms. There was a clock on the wall in the salon, visible only to Emma. She had to know, she had to know how long she could hold it.
“You’ll keep waiting with me, right?” Emma asked, reaching back and grasping both of Kay’s hands with her own.
“I’m...I’m so desperate, Emma,” Kay whimpered. “I think...we’ve taken it far enough…”
“Remember, Kay,” Emma said with all the strength that she could muster in her voice. Remember what you told me. ‘Do not urinate under any circumstance. Every single drop of liquid that leaves your body must be released completely, totally, and unequivocally against your will. You are to behave like peeing is a crime of the highest caliber.’ You’re so strong, you can wait longer than this, for me, with me.”
Kay’s hands squeezed tightly around Emma’s, sweaty and shaky. “You’re right. I apologize. We’re in this together, now. As long as we can, no matter what.”
And so the two women held it in. The limits of mere mortals were left in the dust as ten minutes passed, twenty, half an hour…
The clock read seven-twenty-three as the very first drop of pee formed at the end of Emma’s urethra and slid down her vulva. She released a sustained, suppressed scream as she tried to force herself to hold on, just for one more minute…
Seven-Twenty-Four.
Seven-Twenty-Five.
Seven-Twenty-Six…
“NOOOOO!” the women screamed in unison, and all Hell broke loose as their bodies failed them simultaneously. Their legs went limp, and they gripped each other’s hands as their bladders finally, inevitably won the impossible battle against their wills and their insanity. The sound was deafening, echoing around the large rooms as two streams of pee exploded out of them and sprayed unobstructed eight feet through the air. They cried and moaned in sustained, high-pitched voices as they emptied hours worth of pee across the two rooms. Their streams splattered across the hard floors, sending snakes of liquid to the far walls and everywhere in between. It pooled under them, kept apart by a small bump that separated Kay’s room and the salon.
The liquid made the hard ground slippery, and they both fell onto their backs as their pee continued to flow freely from them. Their heads side-by-side, they looked into each other’s wet eyes and they kissed once more, complete love and passion the only feelings between them. All the pressure and stress leaving their bodies was the greatest thing in the world, and their feelings for each other only increased in intensity as they grew more and more relieved.
“Keep your hair out of the pee,” Emma managed to say through her mind-numbing relief. “We...we don’t want even one milliliter to get taken off the floors.”
“Mmmph,” Kay responded in confirmation. They sat up as much as they could, the pools of pee inches away from their heads. The both of them watched their bladders deflate as they went, sinking into their bellies until they looked almost like normal people again. Even after the bulges went down, they were still peeing full-force. The clock read Seven-Twenty-Nine just as they began to slow down, but they still continued peeing, on and on…
At Seven-Thirty-One, the last dribbles of pee left Emma’s body, dripping into the pool that coated the entire floor of the salon. Kay’s flow had gone silent as well, and the two of them just waited, both on the edge of unconsciousness. Kay released a moan of excitement as the liquid finally began sinking through the floors. It took ages for all of it to be absorbed, and even longer before a very loud, robotic voice began to speak.
[ERROR. MAXIMUM SET PARAMETERS EXCEEDED. THREE MINUTES EXCEEDED. MULTIPLE URINATIONS DETECTED.]
“Holy shit,” Kay breathed. “We were holding so much that it thinks multiple women peed in each room.” She took a deep breath. “OVERRIDE!” she shouted, impatience in her voice. “Stupid thing…”
[OVERRIDE ACCEPTED.]
The generic, robotic voice was then replaced by the automated Robo-Kay that Emma had heard during Kay’s game show. “Quantity detected in Kay’s Chamber: Two thousand, five hundred and twenty six milliliters.”
Kay let out a massive breath and leaned the back of her head into Emma’s neck. “I did it. I shattered my previous record. The last time I held to my very limit, I did twenty-three hun-”
“Quantity detected in The Salon,” Robo-Kay interrupted loudly, “Two thousand, five hundred, and twenty nine milliliters.”
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Epilogue - The Next Day
“Did you hear?” Dee whispered, walking up behind Cece, who was squirming desperately in a chair inside the kitchen of her own part of the complex.
“Hear what?” Cece asked, frowning at Dee. “I’m streaming and I’m about to burst, are you supposed to be in here?”
“Forget that, c’mere…” Dee leaned into Cece’s shoulder and whispered so quietly that not even the CIA-quality microphones in the room could possibly pick it up. “Emma beat Kay. By three milliliters. And they both broke twenty-five hundred.”
Cece sat up straight, flinching as a spurt of pee soaked into the purple sweatpants she was wearing. “Bullshit.”
“I fuckin’ swear,” Dee responded, her eyes wide and honest. “Ava overheard it from Kay’s office. She told me the moment I got back from the forest.”
Cece stood up, moaning loudly as more pee flooded into her sweats. The cotton clung to her skin, and she squeezed her legs together in an effort to hold the rest. She put her face back right next to Dee’s. “Why are you whispering, is this supposed to be a secret?”
“Well, if the clients find out that someone did that, they’ll never want to see any other girl. We’ll be out of our damn jobs.”
“No, you won’t be losing your jobs,” a voice spoke from a few meters to their left. Both of the women jumped, and Cece began wetting herself uncontrollably. She cursed and spread her legs, letting the liquid fall freely onto the floor.
Looking to the voice, they saw Kay striding into the room, once again wearing the flame-colored dress and mask that they were all so used to. This time, though, she was accompanied by Emma, who was wearing a dress and mask just as ornate as Kay’s. The orange and red swirled in opposite directions, and side-by-side, the two of them made up the perfect image of a raging inferno. “Ava did, for leaking this information without my consent. Luckily, Emma here was perfectly happy to step into her shoes as my second-in-command.”
“How...how did you know?” Dee asked, slightly panicked. Cece stood quietly beside her, pee still streaming out from her pants.
“Ah, well,” Kay sighed. “The secret couldn’t be kept up forever. The microphones all over the complex, those go to me and the clients. There are, however, microphones embedded in each of your masks, and those go only to me...and they’ll pick up any whisper, no matter how quiet. I shut off Cece’s stream the moment I knew what you were up to, so the secret is still contained to the four of us.”
“Fffffuuuucck,” Dee moaned, placing a hand over her mouth.
“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble,” Kay chirped, waving a hand dismissively. “I can’t expect many of you to be able to keep quiet about this. I held Ava to a higher standard, which is why she’s been...excommunicated.”
“Thank you, Professor,” Dee muttered. Despite getting off easy, she still looked very disappointed in herself. Cece’s stream ran dry just as Dee finished speaking, though small drops still fell from her saturated pants.
“Not a problem,” Kay responded with a grin. “That said, what she claims did indeed happen. I’ve been defeated, but I will surpass myself - and Emma - again and again, as she will to me. Now, as for the lot of you-”
Kay was interrupted by the automated system speaking up. “One thousand, six hundred and twelve milliliters,” it said, having finished measuring Cece’s latest wetting.
“Yeah, that’s what I was about to mention,” Kay purred, a wicked grin growing across her face. “Sixteen hundred? That shit’s not gonna cut it around here anymore. I expect the two of you - and every other woman in here - to push yourselves beyond what you believe yourselves capable of.”
Emma stepped forwards, placing her right arm around Kay's shoulder and across her chest. “If we can do it, everyone else here can do it too. So drink up and clamp your junk shut, you’ve got some bloody work to do.”
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Desperation Dungeon: Emma’s Arrival - THE END.
Edited March 13, 2018 by Bulge_Lover
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This is part of a fan fiction I wrote a while back. This is one chapter (The third) but the other chapters don't really fit. It works just as well as a stand alone story. The fandom is Hannibal (TV show) but regardless of if you watch the show or not, it still works. There's nothing you really need to know about the shows or the characters to read the story. It contains desperation, wetting, humiliation, and masturbation. Also Dom/Sub elements. M/F/F (Dominant female and male with a submissive female). Feedback is appreciated if you want.
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Freddie was back at Hannibal's house for dinner that night. Mistress wasn't there. She had been under the impression Mistress would be there but she had yet to show up. Any time she tried to bring it up Hannibal changed the subject. It was just her and him for the moment. She wasn't sure how much she hated it and how much she loved it. At least if it was just the two of them she had a better chance at snooping around, and the house was huge. "Uh, sir, can I please use the bathroom?" She asked him. He looked up from his food. It had been silent til that moment but she really didn't think she had anything to say that wouldn't offend the hell out of him. She had just been answering random questions when he asked and he seemed to really be enjoying the food anyway. Not that it wasn't good but he acted like it was manna from heaven. "Yes, down the hall, to your left." He said and then sort of waved her off dismissively with his hand. Really? He was going to be that much of an idiot and trust her to find it herself? Okay then, this was all his fault. He was asking for it. She had dressed how he had told her to. Short, black, low cut cocktail dress. He had also requested she straighten her hair and tie it back. She had no idea why she was so eager to follow orders, it was possibly the orgasms he had given her so far. She hadn't seen him since the night with Mistress at the charity ball and she was going nuts. Though she was able to cum without them, no matter what she did it wasn't nearly strong enough to keep her sated. She was slowly beginning to realize they basically owned her at this point. If she wanted any leverage at all, she would have to find some dirt on one of them to use as blackmail. Though she really did have to pee, she didn't have to go that bad yet and she figured he was so into his meal he wouldn't notice if she was gone a bit longer than usual. She looked in several rooms until she found an office. Jackpot. Walking in, and shutting the door quietly behind her, she headed towards his desk. Maybe there was more information about Will Graham in there. Though that wouldn't exactly give her leverage she was overly curious with what was up with that guy. Also it was getting her more subscribers to her site which meant more money. She stepped up behind the desk and slowly started to open drawers. Everything seemed pretty bland. An appointment book, some business cards. None of this was going to help. Then she came to a locked drawer. Huh. She tugged on it a few times, nothing. Without her lock picking kit it wasn't going to come open, well that or a key. There must be a key in there somewhere. She looked around, where would he hide it? She doubted he kept it on him at all times so she was going to have to be smart about this. Her hands roamed under the bottom part of the desk for compartments or to see if anything was taped there. Nothing. Looking around she noticed framed pictures on the wall. Maybe he would hide it behind one of those. Without realizing this left her turned away from the door and unable to tell if Hannibal was coming she went for them quickly, starting to turn them to check the backs. She only looked behind the second one before she was interrupted. "I will take this to mean you didn't learn your lesson about not snooping before?" Hannibal's voice drifted towards her firmly. She quickly turned the picture around and then turned to face him. "I lost my contacts?" She asked stupidly. It was clearly a piss poor excuse but she had nothing going for her at that point. "In a room you've never stepped foot in, ever?" He asked and came towards her. She let out a small squeak and backed up, only to feel her back hit a wall in the corner of the room. "Well at least you've learned not to run from me, however we will have to work on this backing away." He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her forward and down onto her knees. She cried out. "I couldn't find the bathroom and...and you have nice art." She stammered. He was aroused, incredibly aroused. Without knowing why she started to nuzzle her face against the fabric of his pants, over the bulge, like a very lonely and affection cat would do. His breathing increased but he didn't moan. "Or you lied." He breathed. "I would like to finish my dinner now. Come with me." Her hair was grabbed again and she was led by it back to the dining room table. Now she really did have to pee, she had screwed herself over with this move. Fuck. "Okay yeah but I seriously have to pee." She said. "If it could wait long enough for you to snoop, then it can wait long enough for me to finish my food." He said. She let out a low whine but really had no choice to go with him at that point. He shoved her down into the chair she was in before. "Stay, finish your food as well, all of it. The wine too. It was expensive." "Look, sir, you don't want me drinking any more liquids at this point." She told him seriously. "I don't believe you are telling the truth. You will not leave until you finish everything set before you. Start." He said and sat down as well. Another whimper came out of her and she started to eat quickly. "No. That doesn't count. Eat properly." He snapped. "Sir I--""You have lost what little credibility you had with me before, don't tempt my wrath." He said. She bit her lip and crossed her legs tightly, the top leg swinging rather angrily as she started to eat like a 'civilized' person at a dinner party. She reached for the wine and took a small sip. Okay that definitely wasn't going to help the problem she was now facing. She looked at him and opened her mouth to ask him how serious he was. "This is not a game. Do as you're told." "Yes well there's only a certain amount of time a person can hold a full bladder." She replied. "Enough time to snoop in an office?" He asked. She grumbled under her breath that he was a bastard and started to eat again. The doorbell rang and she looked up. "That would be your Mistress. She was late with a client. Stay where you are or you will regret it." Freddie nodded and looked at the wine. Almost a full glass. She had already had a full glass before dinner and it was going through her. Alcohol always did. She would just save it until she was done with her food then chug it down. That was her best option at that point. "So Hannibal tells me you were snooping before, yes?" Mistress asked as she entered a moment later. Hannibal wasn't there, Freddie assumed he was getting food for her. "With what intent, Ms. Lounds? To humiliate one of us into doing your bidding?" "N-No Mistress I swear I was just...I couldn't find the bathroom." She lied again then almost winced when she heard how apologetic and weak she sounded. "Well, I will personally take you there when I'm finished eating. No sooner." Mistress replied. "You must finish as well." "But I don't think I--""You don't get to think. We are in charge now. You need to learn that you cannot get the upper hand and your punishment is this." She replied. Hannibal brought a plate of food in and set it down, along with a glass of wine. "My punishment is what?" She asked. Of course she was ignored at that point. Mistress started to talk to Hannibal about shit she didn't care about. Well she might have cared had she not had to concentrate on holding her piss in. She kept eating, her hands getting more and more shaky. Mistress was eating painfully slow, at that point Hannibal was just sipping his wine. Though she was sure he was smelling it more than he was drinking it. She wanted to scream, she wasn't going to make it. They weren't punishing her, unless they considered boredom a punishment. They were talking about going to the opera or something lame like that. It wasn't interesting. "Please..." She finally begged. Her legs were twisted tight and she was bent over more than usual. "Sit up. Uncross your legs, don't sit like that, it's not proper." Hannibal told her. She felt her lower lip tremble. "I probably shouldn't uncross--""Do as your told or there is no orgasm tonight." Mistress warned. Almost as if a button was pushed in her brain she sat up straight and uncrossed her legs. She pushed her knees together tightly though, tensed her thighs. This made everything a lot worse. Her fingers tapped on the table. "That's annoying. You will stop." Hannibal glared at her. "S-Sorry." She said and put her hand on her lap. After a moment she opened her legs and jammed her hand between them trying to desperately stop what would be happening very soon. They both looked at her and went back to talking. Mistress continued to eat. Freddie then realized what was going on. She wasn't going to get to go to the bathroom. Her punishment was pure humiliation as she had been trying to get the information to do the same thing to Hannibal. No. No he wouldn't. He wouldn't let her do that in his nice chair in his nice dining room while they ate. He would find that disgusting. That was unless he found her humiliation worth it. "I can't hold it any more." She breathed after another five painful minutes of them chatting about race horses or something else that was dumb. Something about horses, maybe breeding or riding them. She didn't care. "You won't like what happens if you don't." Hannibal warned. "Finish your wine." "I can't." She told him. "No, you just won't. There is a difference." Mistress told her. She felt a tear escape her eye, her legs trembling underneath her. Hannibal got up. "Finish it." He said, grabbing the glass and thrusting it in her direction. "M-Master please..." She whined, looking up at him with what must have been the most pathetic eyes ever. He looked back, his gaze was firm. With an incredibly unstable hand she reached for the glass and took it. Taking a deep breath she downed all of it in one go before he could yell at her that it was rude to drink like that. She slammed the glass down onto the table. "Done." She panted and let out a small cough. "You might want to move her." Mistress said, "It's a nice night out, we could sit out on the patio." "I would prefer her not sitting there either." Hannibal said. "No darling I said WE could sit. She can stand." Mistress smirked and stood up. She grabbed her wine and plate and headed towards the back doors opening one of them. Hannibal chuckled and grabbed Freddie by the hair. He yanked her to her feet and she screamed. Being ignored again she was pulled out onto the patio and shoved into the center of it as Hannibal and Mistress sat at the table. Mistress continued to eat, but both of them were watching her now. "Hands behind your back, feet should be shoulder width apart. Head straight, eyes cast down. Obedient." Mistress said. "You need to learn you are not the one in control and if anyone is going to be humiliated it will be you Ms. Lounds.""If I stand like that I won't have long before...""That's the point. We know." Hannibal told her and sat back. He sipped at his own glass of wine with an evil smirk, which she both hated and was severely aroused by at the same time. "Please don't make me--""This is not being forced, you are not a prisoner, you can walk out of here if you want. However, that will make our deal void and you will not get another chance to play with us. Ever." Mistress told her firmly. She let out a weak cry and then slowly got into the position they told her to be in. Fuck, she really didn't have long and they were intent on this. If they wanted to humiliate her, this was a damn good way to do it. Even worse, she found she was entirely too aroused. Though her stomach churned from the thought of what was going to happen and she was nearly dizzy with the anticipation of one of the most horribly embarrassing moments in her life as an adult, she was throbbing with arousal and aching for release. This intense humiliation was turning her on. She had no power with these people, she knew it, they knew it, and it was intoxicating. Mistress and Hannibal went back to talking but they were still looking at her. A moment later she felt it start to happen. It was slow at first as she was fighting it. There was no way she actually wanted to piss herself and so her brain was telling her body to cut it out. However, this was punishment enough and she was going to keep position and let it happen. She had to, because if she didn't get another orgasm from them tonight she was going to go insane. A small cry escaped her as she felt herself lose complete control of her bladder. She clenched her jaw, fell silent, and looked straight ahead. Her face flaring up red. She could feel the piss running down her legs, ruining her shoes and parts of her dress, soaking it. Still, she never moved from that spot. "Dirty little whore isn't she?" Mistress asked. "Yes but I rather like her like that. Never thought I'd see Freddie Lounds in such a state. I can nearly taste her embarrassment here. She must really want to orgasm tonight." Hannibal said. Though she wasn't looking at them, she could hear them just fine and feel their eyes on her. Since her eyes were cast down she could see the puddle of urine forming under her. It seemed to take forever, like this moment was frozen in time. Even though about thirty seconds later she was done it felt like a damn hour. "She can hold a lot for such a little thing. It was a good idea to move her outside." Hannibal said and pulled Mistress into a kiss. "I always have good ideas, Hannibal." She smiled and kissed him softly. She finished up her food and headed inside with her plate. Freddie was too horrified to say or do anything but stand there like she had been told. Scared that one wrong move at that point was going to get her in a lot of trouble. She felt Hannibal staring at her, until Mistress came back out with a towel. She stood in place as she was wiped down as much as possible and then Mistress was in front of her, a hand gripping her chin firmly. "Look at me." She ordered. Freddie's eyes immediately flicked upwards to meet Mistress's. "Good girl. Make yourself cum." "But you--""Uh uh uh..." She said pressing a finger to Freddie's lips. "We didn't promise we'd help you we just said you could. Now, make yourself cum." She said. "Can I at least get more clean?" She whined. "Urine is sterile you'll be fine." Hannibal said dismissively, "You may get clean after." "I'm not sure I even can after th--""Try." Mistress said and sat back down by Hannibal. The last thing Freddie wanted to do was finger fuck herself in front of these people after she had wet herself like a damn child yet, god was she ever horny. She licked her lips and hesitated. "You have thirty seconds to start or you go home with nothing." Hannibal told her. She hurried into action, maybe that was a promise of more to come if she obeyed. Hitching her dress up quickly, she slipped a hand into her panties and then two into her cunt. A very loud moan escaped her. Fuck, maybe she wouldn't need their touch. This orgasm was going to be massive. She worked her hand quickly, in front of these two perverse but amazingly controlling dominants. Her eyes flicking back and fourth between each amused face. Extremely amused, aroused, lust soaked eyes and heavy breathing. Another moan left her, her body shifted. She worked her hand faster. Who would have ever thought her own humiliation could get her to this level of pleasure? Her breathing and heart rate started to climb rapidly. Her breath hitched, as the palm of her hand pressed firmly against her clit she climaxed. Her scream was cut off in a breathless choke. Her body spasmed, her eyes rolled back in her head. Wave after wave of pleasure shook her until she was sure she'd pass out. When her vision cleared, she stumbled back, away from the mess she had left and ended up on her knees in the grass, coughing and trying to get her breath back. "Well done, pet. Have you learned your lesson about who is in charge yet?" Hannibal asked her. "Y-Yes Master...Mistress...I...I understand." She breathed trying to focus on just one spot on the grass until she could get her bearings back and maybe be able to stand up. "Good. You will be spending the night here. Entertain any more thoughts of snooping and the next punishment will be far worse." Mistress said. "I will take you inside now to get cleaned up, understood?" "Yes, Mistress." She said getting to her feet on very shaky legs. She wasn't exactly sure when she became this person, or how she had ended up such a pathetic shadow of her former self around them, but she couldn't say she hated it either.
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Faust simply couldn't resist....After playing through so many of the games, and having been driven for a good story to write through in such a while...Faust has finally caved, and decided to write one that runs along a familiar storyline...
A Pokemon storyline! Faust figured he could write a bit of a story about Pokemon things...Though, for this time, it won't be an interactive. No, Faust wants to write his own sort of experience with the game....[Moon, in case one asks]....And, as a result...here we are!
Though, Faust will warn...This first section is less on the lewd fun, and more on the....well, plot. And, most importantly...
There are possible spoilers that will be throughout the story. Especially for this first chapter. If you have not played the games, and wish to remain unspoiled...Faust highly advises you to shy away from this story. Faust apologizes.....
So, with a sizable little gap...and some work..Faust presents....
[Faust's adventures in Sun/Moon]
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[Spoiler-inducing Plot starts here]
'Alright....This is it.'
The boy had been plotting this for weeks....Saved up his allowance for months on end, and waited. He knew it wasn't a good idea...He knew that his mother would be upset, but....
'The way they treat it.....' he thought, with a cringe as he thought back to the first time he saw...it.. They were running some kind of experiment, and it went out of control....So, they sealed it with some kind of.....mask.
And, what's worse...They continued to experiment on it....trying...failing...and freezing it between attempts. Even if they all insisted that it didn't matter...That it was just a tool...A means to an end......He knew better. Just because the adults thought he was too young to understand...He could see the pain in it's eyes....
He couldn't say why, but he felt a bond with it.....and he had to do this, even if his mother would hate him for it. Even if he'd have to leave her behind.... He couldn't let it remain tortured by those cruel experiments.....
He glanced down at the rucksack along his back..... He didn't have a bunch of supplies....but, he took what he could gather. He wouldn't be able to return ever again.......
'I'm sorry...' he thought back, remembering the face of another...Someone he had to leave behind.... 'But...this is something only I can do..'
A figure in a white outfit paced by, and the boy flattened himself against the wall. He had to make use of his small frame to get through this....To pull this off.
'If I'm found doing this, there won't be any second chances.' he thought to himself....As the figure paced by him....And he had his chance. The boy scampered as quietly as he could across the halls, towards a certain door...And cautiously pushed open the door......Nervously peering in. One person, and this whole thing would be for naught......
But, he breathed the smallest sighs of relief. There was no one....As he had hoped. The boy opened the door, and moved over to a familiar panel...Having watched the scientists do it so many times.....
'I'm here..' he thought, sliding his hands over a button, and pressing it...
Kshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....
He could hear the machine coming to life, and the being he had come to save slowly rearing it's head again.
It was like something out of a horror movie that almost resembled a dog....... An axe blade on it's head, mounted on top of a rust-colored mask that hid it's face....Green Talons in place of front legs....A dorsal fin in place of a tail...feathers in place of the dog's neck, and seemingly mundane hind legs, were adorned with violet scales. To the common eye, it was an abomination....To the scientists, a stepping stone in pursuing a greater goal.....But to him, it was an animal that had succumbed to far too many tortuous experiments....Pushed far too hard to accomplish something it couldn't do in the unreasonable time period they expected it to. Perhaps it was the horrid expectations that lead the boy to form an attachment with it.....
"They call you Type: Null..." the boy called to himself, as the being started to rise up. "Saying you're 'Nothing.' ......That if you can't meet their goals, you're worthless.."
The monster gave a sort of low growl, crimson eyes behind the mask glaring back at the boy as he dug through his bag...And pulled out a small spherical object. Red on the top, white on the bottom....
"I don't know if this will even work, but.." the boy called, holding it up. "I can't very carry you out of here. But maybe..."
The being lunged at this, pouncing on the boy, as it let out a sharp cry. The boy flinched..... Was Null becoming feral again?
The green talons dug into his outfit, shredding the fabric like tissue paper...As the being glared down at him...Crimson eyes looking like they were gazing into his soul.
"I'm not your enemy....." He quietly called, as he felt the talons digging a bit deeper. "I'm here to help you....If you'll let me."
The being showed no signs of understanding, feeling as if it was about to tear him into pieces....Before it relented, and backed up off of him. The boy slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, before climbing to his feet again, not once breaking eye contact.
"Will you trust me, Null?" He called, the being looking back at him silently. For a few moments, the tension in the air was palpable....Before it slowly knelt down on it's talons, and lowered it's head in what was unmistakably a bow. The boy gave the smallest of smiles, as he moved to pick the ball up off the floor from when he was tackled....And lightly tapped it against the beast's mask.
To his marvel and relief, the beast was suddenly encompassed in a red light, as the sphere opened up....and the being was whisked away into the object. It rocked a few times in his grip, before closing with a soft Ka-lick....And he held it up.
"I promise I'll keep you safe...Null.." he solemnly swore to himself, tucking the ball away and starting out. The hard part had been over....Now, he just had to make it back....
He wanted to go back to his sister's room...He wanted to bid her farewell...To let her know his plan...But....
'I can't...I shouldn't take any unnecessary risks..' he thought to himself, riding the lift up to the docks, and tugging the straps of his bag firmly. 'I've already done the hard part....Now, I just need to..'
He wished he had a hat. If he did, he could have easily passed off as just another tourist of the area....He could have slipped out in the broad daylight off of the island. But, as it was.....
"So, your mind is made up Master?" a woman's voice called, as the boy closed his eyes...cringing a bit as he held his hand over his face.
"Yes...." he called, firmly. "It's too late to back out now. I've already taken Null, so..."
The woman's voice didn't seem upset...More, amused.
"Stealing a pokeball, and then taking such an important tool.....You know she won't be happy with you."
"Well, with a mother like that, I'd rather be an Orphan." the boy sneered, turning with a glare. "Is the boat ready?"
"Of course, Master." the woman mused, bowing. "Just remember. No matter what, you'll always have a place here, Master G.."
"Don't give me that sappy talk.." he snapped back, pacing on. "If I never come back here, it'll be too soon. Just....Do me a favor, will you?"
"Anything, my young master." the woman called, leading the boy out. For a few moments, the two were silent...As the boy gave a last, fleeting look to the upper part of the building.
"Watch after her for me, will you?" he stated, in just as firm a tone as he had with Null.
"I'll keep an eye on your sister as best I can...Master." the woman mused to him....As he stepped onto the boat.
"Thank you..."
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After a ride that seemingly lasted forever, the boy could feel his heart finally returning to a normal pace, as he started off the boat and towards the first building he could recognize.
"Do you have any rooms for rent here?" he demanded immediately, as the woman behind the counter turned to look at him.
"Ah...We sure do, but aren't you a bit young..?" she asked...as he reach into his bag, and pulled out a large stack of bills...Slapping them down on the counter.
"I'd like to reserve one for as long as this will get me." he stated firmly, "That's not a problem, is it?"
"Well..No.." the woman started. "But...This would cover you for several months...maybe even years! Are you sure you want to spend this much money? You might be able to buy a house for this much..."
"I don't care.." the boy snapped firmly, as the woman looked visibly uncomfortable at taking such an offer... "I just need a place to stay for a while."
"Well.....okay. If you say so." the woman called, picking up a key from behind the counter, and holding it to the boy. "Two doors down on your right. Just...Um..make yourself at home then."
"I will..." the boy called, taking the key...and starting out. As he paced down the outside, he saw the sun coming up...and gave a small sigh.
'She's probably waking up about now..' he thought to himself, before shaking his head. 'I'm sorry...But..I had to do it. Forgive your brother...would you?'
This was his life now....His, and Null's. He looked at the pokeball with a tensed, almost angry sigh....before sliding the key into his door, and starting in.
Grogginess hit him like a wave from the ocean finally crashing ashore. He barely had the energy to shut his door, and drop his bag before collapsing onto the makeshift bed. It wasn't as fancy, or regal as the one he was used to, but...
It was good enough. It'd have to do, for as long as he would keep this up.....
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Several miles later, a younger girl would be waking up to a damp bed of her own, blushing brightly and sniffling.
"A..Ah...Uwahh.." she lightly stated, rubbing her eyes. "I.it happened again. I...I hope Big brother can help me with the mattress again....."
She shuddered to think of how her mother would scold her if she knew she was still having problems with wetting the bed. She just...had so many bad dreams....And she couldn't help it.
She gingerly hopped off the bed to inspect the damage, her own pajamas soaked and cold from the experience. She took a few calming breaths, before moving to sneak through the hallways...To a room that she didn't know was now vacant. With no letter telling of his destination, no explanation of why.....Where....or how. She didn't know how rough the next few years would be...How much his little break-out affected their 'Research' she was unaware about...And, most worrying of all.....
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She had no idea she herself would go through the same thing in a few years time....With an entirely different pokemon, abused for it's power and potential. Not to mention, a much less clean getaway......
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"....ust........Fa..st....Faust!" another voice called, snapping a similarly young boy out of a trance, quite a while later. "Wake up! We've finally arrived in the Alola Region!"
The boy in this case lightly shook his head, emerald hair matted to his neck from the heat of the area invading the windows of the moving truck. He let out a quiet sigh at this...As the woman nudged him gently.
"C'mon, don't be all pouty! We're in Alola now! It's a Beautiful island paradise!" she called happily, grinning. "I know you miss it back in Kanto, but you'll come to love it here...I just know you will!"
"Yeah....I guess." The boy sulked, lightly closing his eyes as the woman opened the door, the beautiful, bright sunlight permeating the air....And lightly jarring the boy's attempts at dozing off again.
"And I've got an old friend that I think you'll just love to meet!" the woman added, grinning. "Especially since you just had your birthday!"
"Yeah, Mom.. While we were Moving." he snapped, clearly sounding bitter. "I sure loved skipping out on a party and all that."
"Well, what I have planned is even better than a party." She mused, grinning. "but...I think I'll let you wait and see..."
The boy gave a low leer at his mother, as several figures that had the muscles of body builders, but greyed skin and four arms appeared from the mover's pokeballs.....Pokemon, meant to carry heavy loads for them.
"For now, I'd say just get settled. Maybe take a look around town honey?" the mother called, gently nudging the boy. "Get a real feel for the area, you know?"
"I'd rather get some sleep.." the boy admitted, as the woman chuckled, and shook her head.
"At least give the place a chance." she mused, grinning. "Then, you can just sleep your life away like a Komala."
"Fine, fine.." the boy grumbled, slinking away with a sigh.
Alola was...bright that was for sure. And, everything looked so vibrant and full of life. Something that he clashed with horribly....
"Can't believe we just moved out here.." Faust mumbled to himself, stifling another yawn. "Says she loves all of the pokemon here, but won't even let me get one. I swear..."
It seemed like a nice sort of getaway...But not a place he wanted to stay. Kanto had been a bit adventurous in the past with Team Rocket, but....It was generally a safe experience. He had been excited to be getting his first pokemon, but with his mother's impeccable timing...
They were on the road when he was supposed to be talking to professor Oak.....When he could have gotten a Charmander, a Bulbasaur, or a Squirtle.
'Hell, even a pikachu would have been fine.' he thought to himself, sighing. 'Do they even do anything like that here in Alola? I heard there were no gyms around here. They don't even have a pokemon league...So, they might not even have someone passing out pokemon....'
He couldn't hide his disappointment as he passed through the small town...Seeing people greet one another, but generally avoiding him. He could already feel it...
He didn't belong, and he would end up hating every minute of his time in Alola. Nobody wanted to speak with an outsider, and without a pokemon, he didn't dare to walk into the tall grass. He was about to double back and go back home, when a voice caught his ears.
"You..want to go to the ruins Nebby?" a girl's voice called...looking like she was speaking into a sports bag. The bag, most surprisingly, seemed to rock back and forth at her side.....And emitted some sort of sound.
'Pew....'
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He looked the girl over once more, seeing long...flowing blonde hair, wearing a white dress..With a matching, if oversized beach-like hat.
She seemed a bit out of the ordinary too....And, for lack of anything better to catch his attention...The boy found himself following her.....Wondering...
'What is she doing...?'
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Faust kept following the girl for a few minutes, careful to hide behind any cover he passed...As the girl paced along the pathway.
'I feel like some kind of stalker..' the boy thought to himself with a small cringe, watching as she walked...And her bag swayed side to side with every step of her hips. Or...was it just her hips?
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'Grah...Now I just feel like a creep..' the boy thought to himself, starting to turn around. 'I should just go, before she finds me and gets the wrong ide-'
RREEEA...
The boy ducked down almost entirely on instinct, as what looked like a small sparrow suddenly rocketed down from the skies...Zooming past him, and zipping towards the girl. It was a bit of a shock for him...and even moreso for the girl that let out a sharp yell of surprise.
"A..Uwah!" she called out, a hand covering her bag, and one holding her hat on. Yet, as she started forward, towards a cliff...Naught but a rickety wooden bridge leading towards something that looked ancient.....Faust could swear he saw the bag flail more wildly than before. As he slowly started after the girl, he could see the bag's zipper slowly coming undone.....before....
"Pew!"
Something flew out of the girl's bag and to the center of the bridge...Looking like some kind of small puff ball, with two purple puffs extended from small black arms.....and a yellow tail. He could make out some small golden eyes..and a tiny face on the central puff....
But, as he was getting a better look at it, the sparrow seemed to beckon forth friends.....Two more like it starting to circle around, and dive at the little fluff-ball. The girl looked like she wanted to help...But she was frozen stiff...Faust himself flinched a bit, lightly cringing..
"Oh jeez..." the boy called to himself, as he dared to inch a bit closer...the girl suddenly turning
"A..Ah..? Who are you..?" the girl called in a low voice..Before her eyes widened, and she shook her head....Quickly interjecting before he could introduce himself. "I...I beg you...Save Nebby!"
Faust hesitated for the lightest of moments....The blonde girl's big doe eyes making him lightly flush...
'She's..kind of cute..' he thought, before giving the girl a firm nod...And taking a deep breath. 'This is probably the dumbest thing I've ever done..'
He always had a bit of trouble refusing people requests. Especially girls....As he took a daring first step onto the bridge.
Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrkkkk
...That was a worrying sound. The boy steadily grew more uneasy as he kept pacing...The creaking, rocking, and shaking of the bridge making his position no more relaxing than before.
'I don't even have any pokemon. What am I gonna do? Just grab one, and start punching it?'
The thought was amusing enough to prompt a chuckle, but even that was taken from him as the bridge suddenly ROCKED, making him stumble and nearly tumble over immediately.
'Fine! Fine! I won't think funny thoughts!' he thought, as he inched closer...seeing the little ball of puff cowering in fear...as the sparrows kept diving at it....Making angry caws at it. They seemed...much smaller up close....
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'Okay, maybe a little jab..' he thought, gripping his fist tightly...
Before another vicious shake of the bridge knocked him off his feet, and nearly atop the little puffball. What had originally been a half-hearted swatting away became the boy shielding 'Nebby' with his body.....
'We..well..didn't fall off. I mean how bad can these things hurt?'
'RRRRROWW!'
A sudden flash of pain, and he could feel a sharp pain in his back. The sparrow had slashed at him with it's talons...and contrary to it's small stature..
"G.Gah..D..Damn that hurt..!" the boy cringed, one hand sliding back to cover his injured back..As another pair of attacks plunged into him....feeling like someone smacking him with a bat. The boy cringed, but did his best to curl up around the small ball of puff.....determined to protect it, if nothing else...
Shhhnnnnnnnn
'.....Why does that not sound any more comforting?'
Faust barely had any time to react before what felt like a small, localized explosion erupted....pushing the sparrows away......And also completely blowing the shaky wooden bridge apart.
".....Shi-"
There wasn't enough time to even properly curse his own fate....Admittedly by his own inability to tell a girl 'No'......before he suddenly started to plunge down the cliff side. He could be grateful that the attacks on him had stopped......But not much else.
'So, one freakin' Day in this region, and I'm already done for? Sounds about right...'
Faust merely closed his eyes at this, clutching the...surprisingly un-fluffy pokemon in his grip. He was almost surprised...For something that looked soft, 'Nebby' felt..anything but. It wasn't easy to touch...but it wasn't overly coarse. It just felt...foreign.
As he was debating the intricacies of the little thing's fluffs, he suddenly felt something grip him firmly and another rush of wind....But going the opposite way.
"....Ah..?" He dared to open his eyes after a bit, feeling himself being dumped off at the front of the bridge where he had started across...next to the blonde girl. But, on his other side, a mysterious...being stood.
It looked partly like one of the totems that were commonplace when regarding the Alola area....But, with a black body in the center....Orange plume in the place of legs, and a hairstyle that resembled a rooster's mane, but taller. It seemed to rock in place for a few moments, a mixture of blue, green, and yellow eyes looking him over.....And then ZOOMING off as quickly as it arrived, leaving naught but golden flashes in it's wake.
"What was..." Faust started, as the girl moved over, kneeling down.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she called, as the boy gently blushed...before glancing down.
"A..Ah..I think the little guy's fine...Maybe a bit frazzled.." he called, figuring immediately the girl was talking about 'Nebby.' The little thing rocked a bit in his arms...and he could see a small smile on it's face.
'Pew!!'
"Well...That's good too.." the girl called, before starting to nudge Faust forward a bit. "But...I was talking about you. Those Spearow looked like they did a number on you.."
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'O..Oh..'
"A..Ah...I'm fine.." Faust answered quietly, his gaze not meeting hers. "I...I've taken rougher...'
He wasn't entirely lying, but he didn't feel entirely truthful. It was...odd to have someone actually worrying about him, rather than...
"Hey, what are you doing all the way out here?" another voice called, as the two turned...and Faust was greeted with...another strange sight.
An unfamiliar man. Looked about middle aged...with tanned skin, a wide open lab coat....Grey Shorts, and a white cap. As he paced closer, Faust could see a goatee on the man's chin, and a pair of glasses..with some slightly dark lenses.....And..a smile?
"O...Oh, Professor.." the girl's voice called, as Faust's eyes went wide.
"P..Professor?!" Faust couldn't help but cry out in surprise...comparing him to what he'd known of Oak. Oak was a much older, wrinkled man...but this man....
'He...He could practically be my dad...or an older brother..!' he thought, as the man chuckled.
"Yep! Professor Kukui's the name." the man called, with a chuckle. "I heard from your mother you were coming around...So, I figured i'd come find ya! After all, I heard it was somebody's birthday recently..."
".....It...was..?" Faust called, more than a little surprised at how much the 'Professor' knew about him....As the girl lightly bowed her head.
"Oh...Happy belated birthday..?" she called quietly, as the boy turned.
"Thanks..?" he called, as his brain started slowly putting the pieces together....
"And, well...it may be late cousin, but I think I know just the present for you!" Kukui called, with the sort of familiar, casual grin he'd expect from an actual relative about to give him a gift.
"....Are you going to give me a pokemon?!" Faust asked, his dreary facade finally starting to crack...
"Oh, I'm not going to." Kukui responded, immediately crushing Faust's hopes.... "But....The Kahuna is."
"Oh...Ah?! The...The Kahuna..?" the boy called, as Kukui held out a hand.
"C'mon, we can go see him now." he stated, the boy taking his hand eagerly, and pulling himself to his feet. It was finally happening..! He was getting...
A pokemon!
"So, I see you've met my assistant, Lillie." Kukui called, snapping the boy out of his trance a bit.
"Ah...Oh yeah..." he replied a bit, still a bit averse to meeting her eyes...As the girl spoke up.
"Yes....this boy here saved Nebby...." the girl answered for him, quietly. "And...Tapu Koko appeared to save him."
Kukui's eyebrows raised at this, turning his head as they walked.
"Oh? Tapu Koko itself came to your aid?" he asked...as the boy nodded.
"I..erm..I think..? Yeah..?" Faust answered a bit roughly...unsure. Though, any uneasiness was swept away as the professor merely chuckled, giving off another bright smile.
"Well, sounds like you've had a hell of a first day in Alola, cousin." Kukui called, as the town finally came into view anew. "New home...Pokemon attacks..and meeting our island guardian....and the day's not even over yet!"
"R..right.." Faust answered nervously, still taking in what had just happened. He'd nearly died...but had been saved by a guardian..? And...Now he was getting a pokemon?
'If I'm asleep in the truck still, I'm gonna be SO bummed out.' the boy thought to himself as they started into the center of the city....Where a mountain of a man stood...With white hair, dark skin...and a bright yellow alolan shirt over a blue one.
'That must be..' Faust thought to himself, as Kukui waved his hand.
"Ah! Hala! I managed to find him!" Kukui mused, with a grin. "He had a bit of a run in with some trouble, but he's safe now!"
"Ah....Good to see that you are safe, Faust." the giant of a man called...The boy slowly moving alongside Kukui.
"Um..Yeah..." he answered shyly, eyes glancing downward again. "Um...How do you..."
"Know about you?" The giant of a man finished, with a chuckle. "Your mother passed the message along a while back. She knew your birthday was going to be around the time you moved here...So, we've been planning this for a while."
...Suddenly, his mother sending him out on a walk seemed like it was more thought out than he intended. He felt kind of bad for how he had written off so many people as ignoring him for being an 'outsider' now...Given that several people knew of him already, but with him barely knowing anyone.
"In case you didn't catch it...This here is the Kahuna of our Island." Kukui stated, gesturing at the large man. "Kahuna Hala....A.K.A., the one who's going to be giving you your pokemon."
The boy felt himself tense up again...thinking about it. His first pokemon.....
It was basically everyone's dream to be a proper pokemon trainer...Or, even to one day be more than just an average trainer. He'd spent several times playing through little games, and simulations...Always watching, but never being allowed to have his own....
Until now....
...
"Um...Ah...What..." the boy started, before shaking his head a bit. "What..are my options? Do I get a choice? Or..."
He felt a firm hand clasp on his shoulder, as Kukui laughed a bit louder than he expected.
"It's okay Faust." he assured, leaning a bit. "Deep breaths. Calm down. Of course you get a choice."
Faust let out a breath he didn't know he was holding....Partly at having some control over what he got, and partly from the still-very-much-sore injuries on his back. Hala reach into his pocket, and tossed out three pokeballs at this...The spheres opening up to form three separate beings.....
A small, round owl...with brown feathers, and a white face....A black cat, with red whiskers, and red fur....And what looked like a small, deep blue seal...with a bright, pink nose.
"Now..which will you choose? The grass type, Rowlet? The Fire Type, Litten, or the water type, Popplio?"
At each one's name, the boy heard them make appropriate sounds. Rowlet made a hooting noise, Litten made a sharp meow....and Popplio let out a perky bark, like a seal. It was...an important choice to make....
One that he felt would affect the rest of his life...
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Authornote: Faust apologizes if it's a touch.... Dry for now. Faust just wanted to set the scene a bit, before he got more than a touch creative with the..applications and needs one would come across as a pokemon trainer. Faust hopes you all enjoyed the update regardless, and that you look forward to what's to come.....
AuthorNote: Oh, speaking of...! Faust has two questions to ask of you all! One that's an opinion, and one that's actually relevant to the story!
[Question 1: (Opinion)]Which starter would You/do you Choose in pokemon games?
[Question 2: (Story Relevance)]Faust is Thinking of the position of the 'Friendly Rival', Hau. Would one want Faust to keep Hau in the story....Or, Replace him with...Let's say, an 'Alolan Form' of a female character of Faust's? It would mostly be the same role, but with a girl, instead of a boy.... |
Faust glanced over the trio of pokemon a few times more....Pondering.
"I understand if you are having trouble choosing.." the Kahuna, Hala, started. "Your first pokemon is a very important choice. One that will affect you for the rest of your journey."
The boy nodded, glancing at the trio once again.....And closing his eyes.
'Whatever I choose...will be my first, partner pokemon..' he thought...Before moving over, and gesturing at the small, black and red cat.
"The Fire type, Litten." Faust called, as Hala chuckled...
"Very well then..." Hala started, before gesturing to the other side of a wooden platform...That looked ancient. "Now..stand over there, and let us see if Litten chooses you as it's trainer."
Faust flinched at this....suddenly far more anxious than he expected to be.
"U..Um...R..Right.." he called, moving over to the other side, and waiting...standing...worrying..
'W..what happens if Litten doesn't pick me? D..Do I have to choose again? O..or do I..end up as a failure as a trainer..?' Faust thought, worrying over what felt like a million things....As the small cat pawed it's way up.....And then started to quietly pace across the platform.
Faust felt an immense relief wash over him as the cat pokemon leaned up against him..and softly purred.
"It seems Litten has chosen you as well, Faust." Hala called, and Faust gently knelt down...Wrapping his hands around it's fur, and lifting it up.
"Ahaha....I have it..." he called to himself, feeling his eyes well up a bit. "My...first pokemon.."
"Rrrowww." Litten mewled, as Faust set the pokemon down, Hala handing him a pokeball.
"This pokeball belongs to Litten." Hala stated, with a big smile. "I am proud to say, it is yours now. Happy Birthday, Faust."
Faust smiled, and gently pressed the button on the ball, Litten vanishing in a flash of light. He gently cupped it at his side, feeling a sense of accomplishment filling him.
"You should totally go show your mom that new pokemon, Cousin." the tall, exuberant figure of Kukui called, grinning as he put his hands on his hips. "You'll make an amazing pokemon trainer. I just know it, Faust."
The boy lightly brushed the hair from his eyes, and glanced to the side, nodding.
"Y..Yeah. I'll go show her no-" he started, as the scampering of feet could be heard.
"Holllllld it! Hollllllllld everything!" an unfamiliar voice called...A bit high, and feminine. Faust saw a girl sprinting forth with black hair, a red hat that reminded him of a rooster's comb......A bright yellow sunny shirt...and some...very short light green shorts.
"Come on, Come on! You must be Faust! Let's Battle!" the mysterious girl called, pulling out a pokeball of her own.
"What kind of person would challenge someone without giving their name?" Hala mused, as the girl gave out a small groan.
"He could call me ???! It's been done!" the girl mused, before gesturing. "But, I'm Moon! And we're going to have a battle! Like Rivals!"
Faust felt a bit nervous at the girl's sudden challenge..and raw enthusiasm, but he nervously unclipped the ball from his belt, and held it out.
"Huhuhuuu... As your rival, I've meticulously planned how this is going to go.." Moon mused, with a grin. "And I've picked the perfect counter! Naturally, you'd choose the last one shown, as it was the strongest.....So I've picked..."
She flung out the ball, and the small owl Faust had a chance to get popped out.
"The Grass type! Which is super effective against your.."
"Go, Litten." Faust called quietly, tossing the ball with a bit of effort, Moon's eyes going wide.
"WHAAAAAAA?!" she called out dramatically, her arm flourishing to her face. "But...But...No matter! I will still beat you! Let's go Rowlet!"
Faust glanced down at Litten, and glanced back up.
"Litten, can you use any fire moves?" Faust asked the small cat....As it let out a resounding 'Mrrow'
"Well, usually they're too low level to know any.." Moon started lightly, as Litten leaped up, and spat out a small fireball...an Ember. "AHH!! Rowlet, Rowlet dodge!"
The own took the small ember a bit roughly, it's eyes squeezing shut as it flapped back a bit.
"Well...Rowlet! Tackle!" she called, the owl flapping hurriedly, and starting towards Litten. Faust watched it get knocked back, flipping over a bit as he gasped a bit.
"A..Ah..Litten, are you okay?" He called, the cat moving back to his feet. "Okay...Good..good... Let's see if another Ember can finish it!"
Litten meowed again, before leaping and spitting out another burst of fire. The owl tried to manuver around, but the fire landed on it...And the owl slowly rolled over, x-es over it's eyes.
"A..Ahh..Noooo....!" Moon called softly, moving over. "I loooooost..."
Faust breathed a small sigh of relief, kneeling down to gently brush some of the dirt out of Litten's fur.
"So....I guess this means I have to give you something..." Moon called, softly. "But..I don't have any money on me.....Whatever will I do..?"
......
Faust's mind went a few places, before his face lit up like his pokemon..As he shook his head.
"A..Ah...It's fine..It's fine." Faust stammered back, as the girl giggled, and stood up.
"Good battle, Faust. I'm glad to call you my rival." she called, grinning. "For now though, I can't wait to see you again tomorrow!"
Faust chuckled a bit, and turned to Hala..Bowing once more.
"Thank you..." he called, lightly. "You, and Kukui....Thank you for all of this.."
"Don't worry about it, Cousin." Kukui mused, waving a hand. "Just make that Litten the strongest one you can!"
Faust nodded his head, and started to head home at this....looking considerably cheerier than he had that morning.
"Welcome home, Faust." his mother called, with a chuckle. "I see you've found out the surprise.."
"Yeah....I got my first pokemon...and had my first battle!" Faust called out with a smile, as she paced over.
"Well, why don't you introduce me then?" She mused, the boy pulling out the pokeball again..and tossing it down a bit.
"Mrrowww." LItten mused, as Faust's mother gestured herself...A small, bipedal cat with cream colored fur.
"Meeeoww.." the cat mewled, purring at the black and red cat.
"Mrrrr." Litten softly purred, as the two looked at each other....As if coming to some mutual understanding.
"Heh..That little one is cute, and cool." Faust's mother called, with a grin. "Have you decided what to call her?"
....
"Ah..? How do you know..?" Faust asked, as his mother grinned.
"Woman's intuition." she called, with a grin. "Now...make sure you rest up! Tomorrow's likely going to be a big day! Your birthday's not over, after all."
Faust nodded a bit, and moved along. In his family, they tended to celebrate birthdays for a decently fair amount of time than just the single day. Faust started to head up to his room at this, letting Litten follow him.
'What do I even call her? I mean..I've never nicknamed a pokemon before....Or even had one..' Faust thought to himself, starting to change into his pajamas. 'I'll..think about something....'
He let out a small yawn....And started to lay down....
...
....
Th-Thump...
Faust was jarred awake by something at this...something whirring outside his window. Faust hesitantly glanced over to the window...seeing a familiar shade of golden......
"W..what..?" he thought to himself, before starting to head out of his house...following the golden shine....
"Koko..." a somewhat familiar sound called, as he saw it again...
The being from before......
"Tapu..Koko..?" Faust called, as the being moved over...Gently placing a black hand on the boy's arm. Faust glanced down at it...before suddenly feeling some kind of ring forming on his wrist. Faust's eyes widened...As the being suddenly gestured to the side. Faust glanced in the direction..seeing someone wandering about....
"Who is.." Faust started, before Tapu Koko seemingly vanished into thin air. Faust held his breath a bit, before moving back inside....putting Litten inside of it's pokeball...And starting to head out.
'Maybe it's a trainer....or..' Faust thought, tensing up. 'Or...Maybe it's something like Team Rocket..'
He gulped a bit, pondering if he could handle it. Would he be able to fight well, with just a Litten? He inched closer, still in his pajamas....Moving down, as....
"Huwahh......It happened again.." a familiar voice called, as the boy's body relaxed. "I figured that kind of thing never happens, no matter what you do in games..but..But..."
"Moon..?" Faust called, the girl suddenly seizing up.
"Eeeeeek...!" the girl called, suddenly spinning around...A huge dark wet patch on her thighs. It seemed she also was up in the middle of the night, but.. "This..this isn't what it looks like!"
Faust flushed a bit, the girl throwing her arms up to try to block his view of something...before suddenly dropping her hands down to her damp crotch.
"I..I didn't..I..I just kind of spilled....and..and......." the girl whimpered, her eyes starting to water. "P..please don't.....anything..."
"It's okay.." Faust called, lightly. "I mean..it happens, right?"
"Nonono! It's embarrassing!" the girl called, covering her face. "I just...there's a bunch of really good drinks, and sometimes I can't stop drinking it, and..and....Haaawah..."
Faust blushed a bit from the girl's mentions...his own mind wandering a bit, before he let his hand rest on the girl's head.
"Hwah..?" Moon called, as Faust gently rubbed her head.
"It's fine....Don't worry." he said again, but in a softer voice. "I mean....you're just kind of doing something you like, right? And I bet the stuff here is really tasty...Hell, I might need to try some of these drinks sometime.."
The girl sniffled a bit, flushing as she looked up at the boy.
"So...um..Don't worry about it. I'm not gonna say anything...I won't tell anyone...Or any of that.."
There was a small silence, as the girl's eyes went down..
"Thank you.." she mused quietly, blushing....before suddenly looking back up at his eyes. "And..I won't tell anyone that you was staring at me with those lusty eyes.."
"....Wha?!" Faust snapped back, blushing bright red. "I...ah..I wasn't...I..."
"Hehehe..Just joking." Moon mused back, spinning around and wiggling her pajama-clad bottom, complete with wet patch circling her hips. "I wouldn't worry if you were staring at me all naughtily. Look all you want: Just noooo touching~"
"I WASN'T STARING!" Faust practically Shouted at the girl, as she giggled.
"I know, I know." Moon mused. "I just..you were acting like some kind of cool-guy..and i just wanted to see you get all flustered. Though, if someone sees us out like this...There might be some kind of stories that'll be going around."
"I'll pass on being rumored about on day one.." Faust called, turning. "I..erm..You'll be fine, right?"
"Yeah, I'll be okay." Moon mused, starting to go back. "Go back to sleep, Faust!"
"R..right." Faust called with a blush, starting back to his home....quietly releasing Litten back onto the floor...and crawling into bed...
'Today...wasn't all that bad.' Faust thought, closing his eyes. 'No...I think I might even like it here in Alola..'
Yeah..it would be nice......
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Authornote: ^_^ Faust hopes you all enjoyed this latest entry! Faust has been thinking long and hard, and decided on his replacement as he did....Faust hopes people enjoy it. Hmm..How to keep involved...
Faust knows! Faust is curious if there are any characters people are excited to meet in-Story!
If enough people are interested in a person in the pokemon-verse....Faust might be able to pull a few strings ahead of time.... |
The next morning came by way too fast for Faust's liking....Though, for the first time waking up in the morning in Alola....It could have been worse. He rolled over to see the small black cat Litten resting by his bed.
'Heh..was half worried that was all a dream.' he thought to himself, glancing down at the mysterious ring Tapu Koko had gifted him. He had no idea what it was, but..
'Mrrroww...'
As he was pondering, Litten woke up, yawning and mewling loudly. Faust smiled, and gently pet the pokemon, getting himself out of bed.
"Right...Morning, Litten." He called, still at a loss for a name, but relying on it's regular name. The boy started to change into his outfit, when a sudden knocking at the door caught his attention.
"Ah..?" he called, pulling on his shirt and tugging up his pants as he opened his room. His mother was half-splayed out on the couch, passing a glance at him.
"Mmmmth...See who it is, honey. Mommy spent all night unpacking."
....
He noticed that there was a mass of boxes that didn't look like they had even been touched, as he sighed.
'That's mom for ya..' he thought. starting towards it. He gently opened the door, half-expecting the girl from last night, Moon, to appear...but...
"Ah....! G..Good morning.."
Faust flinched...It wasn't Moon, but..the blonde girl from the bridge. The professor's assistant.......Lillie, wasn't it?
"G...Good morning.." Faust stammered back, flushing a bit. Something about the girl always..kind of put him on edge, but in a good way. He hoped...
An awkward silence filled the air between the two, as Lillie's eyes gazed the other way..Hands clenching the bag on her shoulder.
"P..Professor Kukui sent me to get you." Lillie started, in the same low, soft tone. "He...said he had something else to give you.."
"Professor Kukui?" Faust mouthed, lightly tilting his head. "What does...."
"Kukui? Where?" The figure of his mother sounded, appearing in a flash at the mention of the....mildly exhibitionist professor. Faust let out a small sigh, as he turned to her.
"False alarm: Go back to sleep." Faust called, the woman looking around...before sulking, and moving back to the couch.
"I really would have liked to see more of him....."
"Well, if you come to the lab.." Lillie started, as Faust held up a finger to his lips, and shook his head. He turned, but thankfully his mother had merely collapsed on the couch again, in a heap of exhaustion. Faust breathed a small sigh of relief, and nodded towards the girl.
"Let's...um...get out of here, before she gets back up." He called, returning Litten to his pokeball, and starting out of the house. Lillie gently stepped away from the door to give him some space, as he lightly brushed the back of his head.
"Is she...always like that?" Lillie inquired quietly, as Faust lightly flushed.
"You mean acting like she's been stranded in the middle of a desert for weeks? Yeah.." Faust started quietly. "She..kind of makes eyes at everyone that suits her fancy."
"I..erm..I see.." Lillie started, her eyes seeming to wander a bit..Looking a bit..sad? As she did though, she softly gasped. "Um...Faust..you uh..."
"Hm..? What?" Faust asked back, as the girl's head turned a bit...and she mumbled.
"Your um...your fly is down."
A bright red flush made it's way to the boy's face as he quietly zipped up...And loudly cleared his throat.
"R..Right..Um...To the lab?" he hastily segued, the girl nodding.
"R..right. It's down here, by the beachside.."
A surprisingly short trip from his own house, coming down to a shack by the shore of the island. Faust took a few moments to appreciate the bright, sunny atmosphere he now lived in...The warm sea breeze brushing over him...
'Yeah..This isn't too bad..' he thought to himself, before a sudden CRASHING could be heard from inside the shed.
"Yes! Like that Rockruff! Come at me!" the professor's shouting being heard through the walls. "My Body is ready! Let me have it!"
....
Faust was growing ever unsure of the professor's degree in whatever the term for pokemon was..but he hesitantly paced over..As Lillie gave a small sigh.
"He...researches moves, by having them performed on him." she explained, quietly. "He was nice enough to let me live there, but....He tends to....Yeah."
Nothing more needed to be said in that regard, as the boy nodded, the two moving closer to the shack. For a few moments, Faust hesitated...before reaching for the door to open, when..
SLAM
"Ah! Come on in!" a familiar voice called, the girl from the previous night. "You're just in time to see the professor taking another Tackle from Rockruff! Man, he's so tough.....Ah?"
Faust was sure his nose was broken at this point....Feeling something running down his face. The hard, wooden frame had smashed into his face at Moon's energetic opening....And he could do nothing but groan at this...falling back with a few mumbled swears.
"Ah! Sh..Shoot..! Sorry!" Moon called, as the boy clutched his nose, feeling the crimson fluid on his face.
'Y..Yep...definitely broken..' he thought, as the increasingly familiar voice of Kukui rang out.
"Ah! You're here, Faust! Come on in, I was just training Rockruff here...." Kukui mused, before nervously chuckling. "Ah..but perhaps you should get that looked at real fast first.."
He winced as he gingerly touched at his nose, Moon echoing many apologies, as Lillie went to grab some tissues, and the like.....
By the time he'd been properly treated, the Professor seemed to have finished his bit with Rockruff, the brown puppy-dog merely barking up at him, and staring with those big, blue eyes. If Faust hadn't just had his nose broken by a door, he'd likely have pet the pokemon...
"Now, my mother tells me you've spent a lot of time studying already.." Kukui called, gathering some things. "So, I'll spare you the proverbial tutorial on status conditions, and the like. You know those, right?"
Faust gave a small nod, recollecting in his head. Things like being burned, frozen, paralyzed....All things that could hinder a pokemon's ability to fight.
"And how to catch pokemon, right?" Kukui added, prompting another nod. You threw a pokeball...usually after weakening a pokemon, and basically hoped for the best. "And how our Trial system works, right?"
Faust started to nod, but then shook his head.
"Ah, Perfect!" Kukui called, with a grin. "Well, on every island, there are these things called trials...Where you have to accomplish some sort of task, established by the Trial Captain. These trials can involve anything, but having a strong pokemon to challenge them is almost always a must. Once you've defeated all of the captains on an island, you can challenge the Island Kahuna, who will test your might through..What do you think...A Pokemon battle, Yeah! Each success in trials will get you a Z-Crystal, and every Island you beat will give you a stamp on your Island Passport! They're like signs of your strength, yeah. Kind of like the badges in Kanto, yeah? The Crystals are put on a Z-Ring that channels the power of your bond, and..."
Faust held his hand up at this, Kukui raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Faust?" he asked, the boy lowering a bloody tissue.
"So, the Trials are like Gyms...I get crystals..and I challenge the Kahunas of the islands?" He summarized, the Professor nodding. "How many islands are there?"
Kukui grinned, and held up his hand, lowering his thumb.
"Four islands! Each one will present you with a stamp once you've overcome all of the challenges. And when you get all four stamps: You'll have completed your Island Challenge."
"I...I see." Faust noted, nodding. "And...I don't suppose we have something to do after that, do we?"
"No.....Not yet.." Kukui mused with a small grin, as he held out a few things to the boy. Small red and white balls, something that looked like a crimson rectangle, a small charm that he could clip to his bag, and what looked like a passport booklet. "Here are some pokeballs to get you started, a Pokedex, The charm to signal that you're on an Island challenge, and the passport for your stamps. As for your Z-ring..I suppose Moon's Grandpa Hala will.."
Faust's eyes widened a bit, turning to the girl who grinned goofily.
"Yep! My grandpa's the Kahuna of this island." Moon mused, with a grin. "I wanna beat him myself...Though, I already got my Ring and stuff before you got here."
Faust smiled back a bit, though he was a touch surprised. Was this..going to be like a journey around Kanto, that he expected?
"Ah...Did he give you one too?" Kukui called, gesturing at his arm. "It seems that You've already got a Z-ring."
....
"W...What? This?" Faust called, glancing down at the ring on his arm. "I...Got this from that golden thing..Tapu Koko..?"
For the first time since he'd seen him, Kukui looked a bit..speechless. He paused for a few moments, cupping his chin and closing his eyes in thought...Before returning to that same, pleased grin.
"Well, it seems the Island Guardian has high hopes for you." he mused, clasping Faust on the shoulder. "Don't let him down, Cousin."
Faust nervously chuckled at this, nodding.
"I'll..um..I'll try not to." Faust replied, as the black haired girl tugged on his arm.
"C'mon, C'mon...Let's go! I'll show you around the Island!" she insisted, starting to pull the boy out of the Lab. "I'll show you the best spots to catch pokemon, and the pokemon center, and..all that good stuff!"
"H..Hey, don't yank so hard..!" Faust fought, being tugged out by the girl....Leaving Kukui and Lillie in the lab alone.
"Why don't you go too, Lillie? I've got a bit of research to do, but I'll be along as well." Kukui called, the blonde girl nodding a bit.
"Ri..right.." she answered quietly, starting out after the two.....As the girl drug him up the beachfront, and through the streets.
"You don't have to tug on me so hard, Moon! I'm walking just fine!" Faust protested, as the girl finally let him go, outside of a red and white building.
"Ta-Dah! Welcome to the pokemon center!" she called, pushing open the doors slightly. "Here, you can rest up your pokemon...Some place to relax yourself, buy things at the mart....And even get some delicious beverages at the cafe!"
...
Faust was more than a little surprised at how much...bigger the pokemon centers were in Alola than in Kanto...As the black haired girl hopped up onto a barstool, slightly bringing her hands down for the Barista.
"I'll take two Moomoo Milks!" she called lightly, putting some money down on the table. "Do you want something too, Faust?"
Faust hesitated, before moving over next to the girl and looking at the menu.
"Erm..Sure." He called, as the Barista brought Moon two glasses of tall milk...The boy watching her chug it down eagerly. "Um...I'll take a glass of Lemonade, thanks."
The barista nodded, moving to pour him a pitcher...As he looked towards the girl nursing her second glass already.
"You know..If you drink that fast, you're going to get sick.." Faust started, as the girl wiped her face with her arm.
"I'll be fiiiine! I've got an Iron Stomach for this kind of thing!" she replied with a grin, going back to drinking.
"Well, maybe Iron stomach...But definitely not Iron bladder I feel.." Faust mumbled as the Barista brought him a glass, remembering the previous night.
*Pffffffffffffft*
"WHAT?!" Moon's voice cracked, turning towards the boy. "Are you suggesting that I can't control myself?!"
The Barista, knowing better than to interfere in an argument like this, merely backed away..As the boy sipped at his drink.
"Well..No..I was just...Remembering last night.." he started, as the girl gripped his collar, glaring at him with some deep, blue eyes.
"That was because I was asleep. I'm perfectly capable of holding it when I'm awake." she snapped, the boy lightly flinching a bit.
"R..right..Of course.." Faust called nervously, having apparently pressed a button..As the girl turned back to the Barista.
"Another! We've got a busy day ahead of us!" she demanded, slapping more money down on the table..As the Barista nervously poured her another glass....And leaned in to the boy.
"You may have made a mistake, young one.." he called, the girl polishing off the second glass, and starting on her third.
Faust was already starting to regret his words, as Moon put down the glass.
"Three hours! I'm giving you three hours of Moon's Crash course in Pokemon Trainer school! No breaks, No pauses, No Mercy! I'll show you just how Iron-clad my whole body is!"
She put a hand to her relatively petite figure, the boy trying not to stare at her chest...As he continued to drink the Lemonade.
"R..right.." he answered meekly, as a familiar voice put another strain on the already awkward situation.
"U..Um...Iron Clad..?"
The boy swore under his breath again...
"A..Ah..? L..Lillie..!" he sounded, feeling blood rush to his face again. It seemed his second day In Alola was going to be no less interesting than the first.....
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Faust appreciates you all for reading this, and hopes you stay tuned. Faust supposes he could ask another question....
What is your favorite pokemon? It can be from any generation, or such..Not just Alola. And, as relevant to the last entry...
Is there a character you want to see in the story in particular? For lewd purposes, or otherwise. Faust himself has a few favorites himself, but he'll keep that to himself for now....... |
While Faust's own embarrassment was evident, Moon seemed no less dissuaded from her righteous fury by the arrival of the blonde.
"Right!" she called, indignantly. "Faust has called into question the honor of my Iron-clad body! From head to toe, my body is a fortress of stability and strength...And I intend to prove it here and now!"
There's an almost audible silence...As Faust leaned in closer.
"I made a mistake.." he uttered quietly, whispering. "Please save me."
"U..Umm..." the blonde called, before Faust felt his arm being yanked nearly out of socket by the petite black haired girl.
"NO MERCY! NO RETREAT! NO REGRETS!"
He was lucky to have had enough time to get Litten's pokeball back from Nurse Joy, before being forced to go along the outside of the town with Moon.
For two hours, Moon preached and coached at him about everything....From the supposed 'Perfect Throwing Motion' for Pokeballs, to 'Identifying Pokemon at a glance'....To 'Learning that the salons charge you before you get your hair cut, down to reviewing every status ailment, and their proper care.
"Now! Any questions, Student?" the commanding voice of the girl called..As Faust held up a hand.
"Two, actually.." he started quietly, having reluctantly gone along with it...For fear of what the person would do to him if he tried to bail. Pokemon or no, he wasn't going to be able to escape her relentless predatory instincts. "One: Can I try to catch my first pokemon now?"
"Yes. Yes you may. And the second?"
"Second.." Faust started, before gesturing downward. "You..erm...Are you going to go to the bathroom now?"
The girl had been trying her hardest to keep her stern, commanding tone firm...But over the course of the past hour, Faust had spotted the girl's legs sticking a bit closer together...Her body quivering a fair amount as she stood.....and more than a few times, did he catch the girl pressing the back of her palm into her shorts-clad crotch.
"N..No...I'm..F..Fine.." she called, stretching herself out. One hand went behind her back, and one rested at her hip. "You...You must just be too entranced by my feminine wiles. You're seeing things.."
....
'Somehow, I doubt that..' Faust thought to himself, watching the girl admirably pose for a few likely agonizing moments...before her hands quickly flopped down to her lap, and she bounced on her toes a bit....
"A..Any..Any..anyways..We've..We've got one more hour..." she shakily responded, trying to calm her shaking legs....and hide her hastened breath. "T..th..th..that'll be enough time for you to....to catch your first pokemon...F..F..F..Faust.."
Had Faust not spent the past two hours being lectured by said petite girl, he might have felt some sort of pity towards her. As it was though, he shook his head.
"Alright." he answered, simply. "I'll catch my first pokemon, and then 'Moon's Crash Course In pokemon Training School' can be over."
The girl gave a firm....if shaky nod, and he started along...walking Oh..... So........ Slow...ly.....Down the path.
"P...P..Pick up the pace!" Moon gasped out, as Faust merely stretched his arms back behind his head.
"Just keeping my eyes peeled." The boy called, adopting a slightly cruel grin."Moon's Crash Course Rule number 3. Always keep an eye out for Rare and powerful pokemon when you're out exploring."
He could see the girl lightly seething between squirms..The parroting of one of her many rules certainly riling the girl up...As she stamped her feet.
"W..W..Well, Rule number 32! The slowpoke never gets the Shellder!"
"Oh, so now I'm a Slowpoke?" Faust snapped back, the girl biting her lip as she shook her head.
"J..just pick up the pace!" she snapped, exasperated...As Faust reluctantly started towards the grass with the girl..Faust peeked around as they entered....only to see a giant, oversized ladybug appear.
"A..Ah.! A Ledyba!" Moon called, gesturing. "N..Now..Weaken it, and then use what i t..t..t..taught you!"
Faust nodded his head, and pulled out his pokeball, tossing it down.
"Come on out, Litten!" he called, the small black and red cat emerging at this...with a small 'Rrrowl'.
'Now...Just have to weaken it, and throw a pokeball..' he thought, looking to Litten. 'A fire attack would probably be a bit much, but maybe a scratch..'
He held out a hand, and gestured.
"Litten, use scratch!" he called, Litten lunging with a powerful slash....And the Ledyba positively tumbled to the ground, eyes swirled. "...Ah..?"
"Uwah?! You..You hit it..with a critical..!" Moon cried out, as if he'd just attacked her grandfather in cold blood. "A...and..and.."
The Ledyba quickly scurried away from the area before he could even react, It being an unfortunate side-effect of battling. Rather than actually knocking the pokemon out, it seemed when a pokemon was injured severely...It would flee the area to recover.
'Explains why people don't throw the balls, AFTER fainting the pokemon..' he unfortunately rationalized to himself, as Moon seemed to quiver.
"N..No time to feel bad for it.." she stammered out, pointing wildly. "J..just..Just try again! You'll get your chance in no time!"
...
But, time after time...instance after instance...The boy's Litten proved to be too formidable of an adversary for the pokemon he encountered on the hill. Small mongooses with vicious fangs...Small bugs of silver...more of the overgrown ladybugs...even a tiny caterpillar...
All fell before the unfortunately fortunate might of Litten.....
And, after the seventh consecutive victory....The black haired girl wailed.
"A..Agghhhaaa....!! L..Let'sjustgosomewhereelse!" she exclaimed, spinning on her heels....Palms buried in her crotch. She was far from playing off her need as just a figment of his imagination...no....
She was bursting....And, if things didn't change soon, she would likely be in need of her own kind of change..
"You know.....H.How about we head to the pokemon center?" he called innocently, gesturing. "Litten's probably tired...We can..take a break, and.."
"No!...N..No...No..We can't...Can't break....No break..." she answered, sounding stunted. "Can't break....Can't....Can't stop."
Faust rolled his eyes, and moved over, gripping the girl's shoulder.
"Look, you're about to explode, Moon. I'm sorry for the bladder comment, but you don't need to..."
"C..Can't...Can't stop..." she whimpered again, echoing her last words.
"Yes...Yes you can." Faust stated, firmly. "Look, it was a comment in bad taste, and I'm Sorry! I just got a bit miffed and.."
"Ca...Can't.....S..s...ssstop.." the girl whimpered once more.....As Faust opened his mouth to protest again...
Pssssshhh....Pssssssssssssssshhhhh
Realizing all too late that she was no longer thinking about his failure as a pokemon-catcher. Nor was she thinking about proving herself. Nor, commanding him further. No, she was...
"I...I can't stooooop iiiiiit..." she started to sniffle, shiver, and groan....The sea-green short-shorts she wore quickly turning a much deeper, almost forest green. Faust could see clear gushing liquid pouring down the girl's legs in sheets....cascading down her inner thighs....As her knees wobbled and knocked...The girl starting to slowly sag as her body cemented the call for her......
Her 'Iron-clad' body rusting up to the sheer power of piddle....As she gasped in shock and horror....Faust merely staring transfixed by the girl's explosive accident.
"A..Ah...Moon..I'm s...So so sorry.." he weakly stated...as he could see the girl's eyes welling up with tears.
"I...I...I'd like to go to that pokemon center n..Noooow..." she sobbed gently, the boy nodding...And helping her to her shaking, quivering legs.
It was a short, but painfully quiet and awkward walk back to the pokemon center, Faust not knowing what to say to the girl. He barely made it in the door before she went charging inside....Practically wailing to Nurse Joy about what happened.
"I...Ijusht....and...and.." Moon sniffled, as Faust watched the older woman nod and take Moon away...Likely going to get her some fresh clothes, and the like. He felt more than a bit guilty for having egged her on more, and more than a bit frustrated that he hadn't caught anything.
'Maybe...Maybe I'm not cut out to be a pokemon Trainer..' he thought to himself, turning back out of the pokemon center, and starting to quietly pace through the town.....
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AuthorFaust: As always, Faust hopes you enjoyed reading Faust's Sun and Moon Adventures. |
2. Peeing them self at a desk
Hannah stared at the blinking cursor on the screen. The slow on-off of the vertical little stripe is taunting her, she knows it. She knows she has only until midnight to finish the essay that will make up half her grade, and she also knows that she left it until way too late. If she keeps typing uninterrupted for the next couple of hours, she only needs about 400 words per sixty minutes to make the word limit. It is not insurmountable per se, but it would mean she needs to focus for the next couple of hours, and that’s not going to be an easy feat. Especially with the added… compications.
She shifts in her seat and wrinkles her nose at the way the movement crinkles. It was downright humiliating, the position she found herself in, but to be fair- she had kind of brought it down upon herself. Her roommate, Jane, had warned her several times that she wasn’t going to take much more complaining about the essay if Hannah didn’t actually do something about it. Of course that hadn’t deterred her from complaining more, and the next thing she knew, the snack cabinet *and* the liquor cabinet had brand new locks on them, the combination of which Hannah would get only if she was going to work non-stop until she was finished. Jane had even threatened to give away the more expensive bottles of liquor if Hannah didn’t ’ shut up and get it over with’, and since she didn’t drink herself Hannah wasn’t about to call her bluff on that.
Of course she still had the need to be cheeky about it. ‘What about toilet breaks,’ she’d said, 'you can’t stop me from taking a piss when I need to.’ She’d felt vindicated when Jane had shut up, but in hindsight she probably should have recognised the glint in her eye. Jane always did take being challenged rather seriously.
Which brings Hannah to her current situation. Sat at her desk with a half-finished essay in front of her and her arse encased in the biggest diaper she’d ever seen. It would be ridiculous, except that it had worked so far. Jane had left her alone in their shared room, but had hinted that she would know if Hannah got of the chair before finishing. Well, if saying 'I’ll know if you’ve gotten off that chair before finishing’ can count as 'hinting’. It seemed ridiculous, but this was coming from the girl who once filled someone’s shower with playpen balls just to prove a point. Best not to test her, really.
With apprehension bordering on fefar rooting her to her chair, it had seemed silly not to start writing on the essay, and she’d maken good headway. In the beginning she’d laid off the iced tea that served as hydration, but once she got to writing she’d gotten confident that she would finish before she would start to feel a need to pee, so she’d popped open the first bottle when she got thirsty. That had been two and a half bottles ago, and she was starting to regret the mistake.
As fast as the writing had gone in the beginning, she has now hit a block, and at the same time she can feel her bladder start to fill up. She isn’t quite at the point where she would normally get up to piss, but it won’t be long and in the meanwhile she’s only written about 50 new words in the past twenty minutes. The diaper mocks her with its crinkling as she shifts again, trying to think of something new to say. Any other time and this would be enough to tempt her into checking facebook for 'just five minutes’ and then suddenly two hours would be gone. If she does that now, though, she will be that much closer to wetting herself in a diaper like a baby, and that thought is enough to drag her attention back to her writing. She can do this. She’ll have to do this.
The internal pep talk works and for a while she is submerged in her writing again. The wordcount goes up and up, and while it is not a masterpiece, it’s not crap either. The slow filling of her bladder is only noticeable in the very back of her mind as she makes connection and comes up with conclusions. Writing like this is thirsty work, and before she knows it she’s polished off her third bottle and has opened her fourth.
The next time the urge hits her, she actually has to press her thighs together under her desk. The movement of it only serves to pull her attention to the strange bulk of the diaper between her legs. The plush cushioning of it is not uncomfortable, but it doesn’t give her nearly the relief that she needs right now, the pressure that would help keep the piss gathering within her at bay. It is getting harder to concentrate now, but she keeps writing, even though her leg is bouncing in agitation the whole time.
There is no ignoring the pressure in her abdomen now, but she soldiers on with her writing. She’s almost there, just another page, maybe two at most. She feels kind of ridivulous, sitting there struggling not to leak while she knows there is a toilet just behind the door. If her first option is a diaper though, Hannah has no desire to find out what Jane has in store for her should she not follow the rules. No, she just has to suck it up and finish before-
She gasps in the middle of typing a sentence and her hands shoot to her crotch. She doesnt just have to pee now, she *needs* it, and the need is coming in waves. It’s not just her bladder now, but her pussy is throbbing with it, as if the piss that’s building up within her is violently battering at the walls of her control, eager to burst out and soak into the padding that was designed with that express purpose. There’s heat now where the padding is pressing into her cunt, and she only has a few moments to breathe before another wave of need sends another spurt out of her.
Hannah whimpers as she cuts it of before it can grow into a full-on stream, but it feels like the lid is almost blown off her control. She’s certain she’s dribbling, even as she clenches and bears down to keep the liquid inside of her for just a moment longer. The worst part is, she is not so sure if she would even make it to the toilet if she were to stand up right now. Her bladder is a hot tights ball in her abdomen and every little shift in her chair has her feeling like there’s an ocean sloshing around inside of her.
She doesn’t even decide it when her body finally gives up. One moment she’s holding on for dear life, whimpering as she shifts in her seat, and she is suddenly hit by an all-encompassing feeling of relief. Her body melts into the chair as the heat around her crotch suddenly increases and a loud but muffled hiss signals the piss finally pouring out of her urethra. It surges out in a flood of wet heat, and she can feel the padding of the diaper swell and fill where she is still pressing her hands into her crotch. The front of it rapisly swells, and mere moments later she fills up the seat of it as well, moisture leeching under her ass as well as she fills up the diaper to it’s full capactity. It is squishy and heavy by the time her stream finally starts to taper off, and for a moment she fears she will overflow it, piss still pouring out of her even as it seeps out through the seems and onto the chair and floor. It seems safe though, even as she pushes the last bit of urine out of her blessedly empty bladder with a small grunt.
For a moment she just sits there, panting and shifting in the squishy wet diaper that she just filled up because she couldn’t hold her piss in for another moment. She feels like she should be disgusted with herself, or at least embarrased, but all she can feel is the warm and content afterglow of relief. She just pissed herself like a toddler, and she kind of liked it.
With one last squeeze of the warm mass between her legs, she turns back to her work. only one more page and she’s finished, after all. |
3. Relieving them self in the woods
When she gets left alone, they collar her and tie the collar off to a post someway out of the edge of camp. They used to hobble her legs and bind her arms as well, but over time it was clear the sharp pins on the inside of the collar were more than enough to keep her subdued, especially since the spikes were flaked with silver as well. Not enough to burn her as long as she didn’t pull, but enough to make any contact with blood extremely painful for her. If she tried to pull at the leash tying her to the post, the pins would dig into her neck and she would end up blinded with pain. Of course the leash itself was also covered with thin silver chains, so she wouldn’t be able to pull it with her hands.
Point of fact being, she was stuck and she had accepted this a long time ago. Someone would come to feed her every once in a while, unless they wanted her hungry (which was often). At least she always had water available, which didn’t really fill her stomach but at least kept her hydrated and strong. Of course none of them really cared to hep her in any way deal with the results of getting fed and watered.
Usually her chain was long enough to grant her some motion, and she would do her business in one corner and spend most of her time in another. Sometimes she even dug a little trench, in case she was expected to stay there for a longer stretch of time. She would pass the time by observing the world around her, watching birds fly to and fro and little animals skittering around just outside of her reach. When the cam was busy, she could tune into conversation happening at the edge of her hearing, tales and reports and arguments that really didn’t tell her all that much, but when she was listening at least she had something to do.
Sooner or later the water would gather up inside her, signalling she had to piss. Most of the time she waited for a bit, or she would be pissing every hour eventually. When her abdomen would feel full and heavy, she would make her way over to the trench, squat and hike up her robe and let the piss flow out of her. The moments of relief were actually a welcome distraction from the monotony of waiting that made up most of the rest of her days.
Sometimes, though- especially when the group was travelling- they tied her up with the leash pulled short. All she could do was stand withing a meter or so of the pole, and sit down with her back to it. She was closer to the camp as well, but no one bothered much with her. She knew they were afraid of her, the humans who had seen what she could do. There was not much she could do about it, and frankly she didn’t really care to do that much about it.
Though it would be better if they had trusted her enough to have a bit more space. She’s sitting on the floor now, and has been for a while. The pressure signalling a need to piss had started quite a while ago, but with no space to get away from her sitting place she would end up sitting in the mess and she really didn’t feel like sitting or standing in a cooling puddle of her own urine. Perhaps if she holds it long enough, she’ll be taken away for an assignment, and she can piss somewhere other than where she has to sit. She’s done it before in similar situations after all. Like the time where she’d been tied away in a tent for hours until the master saw it fit to take her out. She’d barely walked out on the dirt outside the tent before the piss’d come pouring out of her. The terror of soiling herself when she should have been listening had been worse than the relief from finally being able to let go, but at least it had been Vorhees and not master Duncan witnessing her shame. The nasty old man had scoffed at her predicament, but has paused until she’d finished emptying herself before dragging her on to where she was needed without a comment.
Carmen’s thighs jerk together as a wave of need rushes over her at the memory. Okay, perhaps it’s not the best idea to think about pissing how that she’s desperate enough to need to go herself as well. She can feel the fluid gather within her heavy bladder, almost sloshing around as she shifts and squirms in an attempt to get comfortable. There is no getting comfortable with the hard bulge of her bladder, though, and if she’s honest to herself there will be no getting out of this dry as well. She’s only been here for half a day, after all, and usually she’s not needed until the camp has fully ssettled and build up its defences which will take another day at least. Another day of sitting in her piss until she might get a chance to wash off in a stream or something.
Still, even that thought doesn’t make her want to let go. It’s one thing to piss yourself because you can’t hold it any more, it’s another thing entirely to piss yourself on purpose.
Time slows down to a crawl as her entire focus narrows down to the flood she’s trying to contain within her bladder. It almost feels like it is pulsing now, the urine within battering at the gates of her urethra. She’s constantly rubbing her thighs now, pressing her hands between her legs to try and keep the flood back with a physical barrier, even though she realistically knows it won’t work. She can already feel a dampness between her folds, from the small desperate spurts she wasn’t able to hold back.
“Don’t worry, I can help you,” a whispered voice startles her out of her concentration.
She jerks her head up and gasps as a longer spurt forces itself out of her body. It’s not often that she doesn’t notice people sneaking up on her, but she’s been rather preoccupied after all.
“You… what?” she asks, too baffled to say anything coherent. There was a human in front of her, a young woman who she can’t recall seeing before. Her scent seems familiar though, so she’s probably been around the camp for a while.
“I’m Marigold,” the woman says quickly, gaze darting to where Carmen’s hands are still jammed tight between her legs. She knows it’s utterly humiliating to be caught like this, but she can’t be sure she won’t start pissing the moment she takes them away and that would be worse.
“I heard them say they tied you up tightly, and since we’ve been here a while I thought you might want to… em… relieve yourself.” She actually blushes at this, and Carmen would have rolled her eyes had she not been fighting back another pressing wave of need. This weird human was offering her to take her somewhere to piss, and right now she didn’t care about anything beyond that.
“Yes, yes please,” she ground out. Of course in the next moment she realised that she would also have to get up. Still, it was either getting up or pissing herself on the spot, so that’s an easy choice to make. Carmen carefully takes one hand out of her crotch, gasping a little at the loss of pressure, and uses the other the steady herself on the pole as she carefully stands up. She keeps her thighs pressed together very tightly, and can’t quite stop the quiet moans and gasps that spill out of her when she feels the painful ache of her hard bladder throbbing in her abdomen.
the woman, Marigold, seems a little taken aback by how easily she wants to go along, but her desperate need is clear enough that she get herself into gear. Carmen can detect a hint of fear in her manner- which isn’t surprising- but she also seems to genuinely want to help her, which is new. There is no space in her mind to think about it now, though, since the change to an upright position is making it even harder to hold back the lake of piss that is threatening to spray out of her with force.
Marigold fiddles with the silver latches for a bit, unlocking the leash and uncoiling it from around the pole. Carmen is dancing on the spot, shifting her hips this way and that in an attempt to get a few more moments out of her weakening urethra muscles.
“Um, I’m afraid I’m not allowed to give you any privacy, but I can take you to the latrines if you want? Or we can-”
“Just get me to the forest,” Carmen quickly cuts her off, nodding to the edge of the trees around her. Marigold hesitates, and Carmen quickly squishes any thoughts of her trying to escape.
“Just the edge, honest. I’m about to burst here…”
There is that blush again, but she has no time to dwell on it because they are finally moving, Carmen walking along obediently like a dog on a leash. She’s felt like a dog before when she’s dragged around one way or another, but never like this, never taken out for a walk because she doesn’t even have a place to piss in quiet.
The walk seems so much longer than the few paces it is, and she hobbles awkwardly with her hands between her thighs, far beyond shame if it means she doesn’t have to deal with sitting in her own filth. They are not even halfway to the edge of the trees when Carmen can feel her fragile control start to slip, one spurt forcing itself into the rough fabric of her robe, and then two steps later another.
“Oh no, no, no,” she groans. She dimly registers Marigold stopping to look back at her, but she can’t do anything other than hike her robe up to her waist just in time for the dams to burst completely. She is still standing when the piss that had been building up within her bursts out with force, arching out from her cunt in a thick stream with a strong hissing sound.
“Uuuhhn~ ” she groans out, eyes closing on their own accord as the relief rips through her like a hurricane. She quickly spreads her legs a bit further to keep the piss form coiling down her legs. and drops into a crouch as her legs start to feel faint. She’s already making a puddle, the urine rushing out of her faster than the ground can absorb, the force of the flow foaming it up as she pisses and pisses and pisses for what feels like ages.
Her feet are getting wet from the puddle spreading over the floor, but at least her robe is clean and she’ll be able to walk away from this later. She sighs as her body starts to relax, even as the piss is still pouring out of her in a steady, but slowing stream. When it finally starts to die off, she starts to register the other person again. Marigold is mere steps away from her, bound by the length of the leash, but staring resolutely in the other direction, cheeks mottled up with a blush that seems to continue below the neckline of her shirt. Carmen is still breathing heavily from the exertion, and as the final drops fall from her dripping cunt, the reality of the situation hits her all at once and she can feel her own cheeks start to heat up as well. She stands up with a jerk.
“Ah, I’m really sorry, I just couldn’t-”
“Oh no, it’s fine, I really should have-”
“I hope I didn’t-”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t-”
“I mean to say.. Um.. thank you,” Carmen finishes, staring determinedly at a point just over Marigold’s left shoulder.
“That’s… that’s fine,” the other woman says, visibly shedding off anything else she’d meant to say. They stand in silence for an awkward moment, Carmen carfully stepping away from the impressive puddle she created and wiping her feet on the grass.
“Do you… I mean, we’re going to be busy for a while building up still, and I have to tie you back up. I can come back for you tonight, but if you still need to… Um, I mean I can take you to the edge of the forest if you want?”
They’re both blushing by now. Carmen hadn’t thought there was much to be embarrassed about for her, but she hadn’t imagined talking about whether she had to take a shit with woman who couldn’t be older than herself for the purposes of then being able to take that shit while she was watching. Or, at least standing close enough to hear everything - which she wasn’t going to think about thank you very much.
The problem, of course, being that she does have to take a shit, at least enough so to know that another half day of waiting would end up with her squatting right next to the pole she would still be tied to.
“That would be… yes,” she says as matter-of-factly as she can manage. They walk in silence to the edge of the wood, and then Marigold stands on one side of a bush while Carmen squats on the other side. It is highly uncomfortable, and it takes a while for her to relax enough to start doing her business. The soft thuds of her turds on the forest floor sound very loud indeed in the silence, but thankfully neither of them says anything. She stands up once she’s done, but the movement jostles her suddenly tender bladder, and the next moment she’s pissing again. She gasps softly and sets her feet apart to let the pattering stream fall to the forest floor.
“More?” Marigold says softly, “How much did you hold?” The question is loud against the soft pattering of the stream, and she seems to realise what she asks the next moment because she rushes in to apologise.
“Oh my gods, I can’t believe I said that out loud, I’m so sorry,” she turns to look at Carmen, sputtering a little when she realised she’s still peeing.
Carmen can’t help it, the situation is suddenly so funny that she has to burst into giggles. It tapers off with the last of her pee almost as soon as it started. She surpised herself, she isn’t used to laughing much.
“It’s okay,” she repeats again, and find to her surprise that it actually is. “I’m used to being left alone for long periods of time, so I’m used to… holding.”
Marigold looks surprised, and then determined.
“I’m going to tie you up now, but I’ll be back this evening. And tomorrow morning. I think I can manage two times a day, but I might try for three if I don’t have to… work.” |
4. Desperate with a friend or lover
They end up crammed in close in something that- whatever it was before- is now obviously used as a smuggling compartment. Carmen is shoved in first, and Mar follows a bit more carefully. Carmen only just manages to fold herself into a sitting position before Marigold lands in her lap. Then the first latch closes, taking with it the light. Carmen can hear the sound of tiling being put back in, then the closing of the second hatch and only after that footsteps fading away.
They sit in silence, the tense situation killing any conversation before it can begin. Besides, any noise they make might very increase the chances of them being discovered. So Carmen just focuses on the proximity of the woman sitting in her lap. They’ve become closer these past few weeks, but they’ve never really been physically close, not like this. The scent of the strawberry blonde soon fills every corner of the small dark space, tinged with fear as it is. (Not strange considering they are in complete darkness with who knows what going on above them)
Carmen can feel the soft fabric of her many layers settle against her skin, and the steady expanding and decreasing of her chest with each breath is very relaxing. Carmen can easily imagine spending time like this, and as the minutes crawl by she settles in patiently for what might very well be a long wait. Mar, on the other hand, seems to feel differently. She sits still enough at first, but when the initial shock of being stashed away has passed, she shuffles around seemingly in search of a comfortable position. Carmen doesn’t blame her, her lap can’t be particularly comfortable after all. But after the sixth time the sorcerer shifts around in her lap, she’s starting to get a little annoyed herself.
She brings up a hand to ever-so-lightly rest on her leg, pressing down for a moment in a silent bid for her to choose a position and stick with it. It works, as in that she stills, muscles tensing up underneath her hand. Carmen wonders for a brief terrifying moment if she’s gone a step too far, if she’s assumed a familiarity between them that really isn’t there at all.
“Sorry,” Mar whispers, tension clear in her voice as well as the line of her body. “I just… I kind of have to, you know, ‘go’.” The hesitation in her voice is so familiar by now that Carmen finds it easy to imagine the blush that has to be rising on her face. the mental image is so amusing that it takes a small moment for her words to fully register.
Ah. Wasn’t that something? A bit of a turn-about if you thought about it. It would be funny, she supposes, if it wasn’t such a possibly dire situation.
“You what?” she whispers back, keeping her voice low as well. “We were just in the woods, there was a stream even. You were there when I-”
“Yeah, yeah, no need to rub it in,” Carmen might be imagining it, but did she sound a little strained already? She certainly was fidgeting again, thighs clenching tightly before rubbing against each other fitfully. Now that she had verbalised the problem, Mar seemed to have lost a barrier to betraying the need of her body.
Carmen might not be able to see her, but the way they were pressed together she could feel every movement of her body. Neither of them said anything for a while. What was there to say? They both knew they could be in here for twenty more minutes or three more hours or even the rest of the day. The way Carmen saw it, it was very unlikely indeed that Mar would be able to get out of this hole before she… before she…
Carmen feels her mind skittering past the subject even as her body becomes increasingly aware of the slights shifts of the woman’s body in her lap. Her legs are tense and she seems to try to keep still, but then her muscles jump as she clenches her thighs together and shifts in a way that sends little jolts of heat to the base of Carmen’s brain.
Marigold is squirming in her lap and all she can think of is how she wants to hold her down by her hips and pull her in even closer. She must be feeling pretty desperate to be squirming this much. Gods know Carmen has been there. If she was by herself, she would probably be pressing her hands into her crotch, pressing into her heated core in an attempt to relieve the aching pressure in her groin. Carmen felt her hands jerk a couple of times so far, but she seems to be holding back. because Carmen is there? Can she possible be as aware of Carmen as she is of her?
Carmen knows she would be aching for some pressure against her cunt if she was in Mar’s position. Hands were good, but what she might really ache for, would be to slip her thighs around one of Carmen’s so she could press down hard and grind her entire pussy against the hard line of her thigh. Carmen would let her (would let her do anything really) would press back and would help and would make things better, and perhaps Mar would eventually press her knees in between her thighs as well and they could-
She is pulled from her thoughts when Mar suddenly tenses all over, before finally jutting her hands between her legs. There is a hint of urine in the air and Carmen is suddenly aware that she is shamefully, terribly aroused. Almost without her own input, her thighs press together and she can feel the aching in the core between her legs.
Then a sob breaks in the air. Mar is still squirming in her lap, but her shoulders are tense and shaking quietly as another small, broken sound tears from her throat. Carmen is momentarily speechless, guilt flooding her mind. Had the woman in her lap somehow guessed what she was thinking? Was she now disgusted by her? Was she causing her only friend pain?
“Carmen, I’m so, so sorry,” the blonde says in a broken whisper. “I don’t think I can… Ah~ I think I’m gonna…” she chokes up again at those words and Carmen feels almost frantic in her need to reassure her.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she says softly, carefully bringing her hand up so she can rub gently at her side. “You can’t help it.”
“That doesn’t matter, you’re gonna think I’m disgusting and then we’re going to be here for gods know how long and-”
“I never think you’re disgusting,” she interrupts her. “I could never. You just have to pee and that’s okay.”
“Ooh, don’t use that word,” Marigold moans and she hunches over, panting with exertion. There is a hint of pain to her noises now, which is something Carmen really can’t stand.
“What word? Pee? Piss? Letting go and flooding your pants?” Carmen keeps going, and Marigold groans pitifully at every word. She shifts, tenses and then she must lose control for a second because the scent of urine becomes even stronger.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no, no,no,” Mar mutters, fighting to get herself back under control. She manages, but barely. There is a noticeable spot of heat between them now, and the blonde is trembling where she sits.
“Shh, let go. You’re hurting yourself, just let it out,” Carmen says, still rubbing her side. She noticed there is a distinct husky tone to her voice, but she can’t bring herself to be bothered about it right this moment.
“Oh no, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it,” Mar is whimpering almost directly into Carmen’s ear now, seemingly unaware of what she is doing to the brunette with her desperate string of commentary. “Shit shit shit, oh it’s- ah! It’s happening, it’s happening, it’s aaahh, aha ha, Uuuhhnn~ ” she breaks off into breathy groans and murmured profanity even as every line of tension in her body tightens and then suddenly relaxes.
There’s a bloom of heat between them, immediately followed by wetness as a strong hissing noise fills the air of the cramped compartment. Marigold has collapsed completely into Carmen, hips rolling slightly as the piss keeps pouring out of her and into the layers of fabric separating their heated skin.
“Oh gods, oh gods, Oh Carmen,” she moans brokenly, but the edge of intensity is letting down and so is the stream. First the hissing stops, then the waterfall of hot piss slowly dries up into a trickle and then just the sodden fabric between them. None of them talk for a while, but Marigold makes no move to move her face from where she buried it in Carmen’s throat. |
6. Realising they have to go, but being too busy to take a break.
Chrissy crosses and uncrosses her legs under her desk. She’d been working non-stop for nearly five hours now, and she had almost met her daily quota that would allow her a toilet break. Time was money after all, and never more so than in today’s economy. Shift workers like herself had strictly rationed personal time at work, which meant her employers controlled when she got out of her seat and for what reason. And like most employers these days, Flexcorp inc. wasn’t particularly compassionate when it came to… personal needs.
“Have you tried turning it off and on again?” she says, wincing when the strain she’s feeling carries through to her voice. She’s going to get a low rating if she doesn’t manage a more chipper tone, and her average will be brought down. Working on a full bladder is a pain, which was why most of her coworkers simply relieved themselves at the desk, accepting the cleaning fee that was docked from their salary as collateral. Chrissy, however, hates to spend money that she could choose to save. And in the larger scheme of things, momentary discomfort in return for greater wealth was a bargain she is only all to willing to accept.
Of course, it didn’t mean she have to like it.
“It sounds like it might be a problem with the connection, sir. Could you check whether the cable is connected?” She winces again, this time from an urgent wave of pressure rippling through her body. She shifts in her seat as she listened to the voice on the other end of the line, pressing her thighs together rhythmically.
“Yes, that’s the one. No, sir, it is not ‘just an extra’. No sir, it is not 'just like your phone charger’. No sir, if you could just try pluggin it in. There, see? Wasn’t that hard, was it?” She knows she should be more friendly, get rid of the strain in her voice. But it’s really damn hard when she’s bouncing her her seat and what feels like a whole lake is pressing down heavily on her urethra, eager to come rushing out of her.
“This user rated the experience two out of five stars? Really?” she complains, and at the desk across from her Frank, her co-worker, sniggers.
“That’s what you get from attempting to work an a full tank, Chrissy. I’ve already pissed twice since I got here, and look how relaxed I am? As a matter of fact,” he grunts and she can hear a zipper being pulled down, “I’m starting to feel kind of tense…” He scoots down in his seat a little, arm moving to take himself out of his pants and aim to the floor. Chrissy can only see his face fall slack in relaxation, but she can definitely hear the hiss of his piss and the clatter when it hits the floor. Her bladder spasms at the noise, body eager to let go of the strain of holding and empty itself out all over her nice clean work space.
“Shit, Frank, you’re such an asshole, do you know that?” Chrissy says from between clenched teeth as she buries her hands in her crotch to relief the pressure building there. Frank may be an asshole, but he’s right that she’s tensing up from this. Only one more call and she has access to a toilet break, with 20 credits saved on cleaning fee. That’s a lot of money for just keeping her piss contained for another couple of minutes. One more call. She can do this.
With a click of her mouse she accepted the next call, a mechanical tone in her headset indication that a connection has been established. The voice on the other end of the line sounds friendly enough, and the problem seems to be a simple case of a malfunctioning secondary buffer. Still, as she talks the caller through the first couple of steps, she can’t help but shift in her chair restlessly.
The need to let go is coming in waves now and she can’t stop a shocked gasp from coming out when a spurt of urine soaks into her panties. She immediately goes back to holding herself, pressing her hand tightly into the hot wetness of her crotch. The pressure helps to clamp back down against the flood threatening to come pouring out of her, and she pants slightly as she holds on to the last bit of control she has.
“Are you okay?” the voice over her headset snaps her out of her thoughts as she realises she hasn’t said anything for several long moments.
“Yeah, I just- ah- I just really need to piss,” she can feel a blush rising to her cheeks the moment the words come out of her mouth.
“Oh… That’s…”
“Shit, ignore that please. That was terribly unprofessional,” she’s rambling, she knows, but she can’t afford to lose this customer when a successful call is all that stands between her and sweet sweet relief.
“So now you should be seeing a new window…"She manages a few more suggestions before her body hijacks her attention again. Not a full-on leak this time, but a stab of urgency that punches the air out of her in a groan. She’s got her hand down her skirt now, pressing her hand against herself as hard as she can, with only cotton and nylon separating her fingers from the place where she needs them most.
"Are you sure you’re okay? You sounds… rather strained.” The voice sounds concerned, but there is a hint of something else there. Apprehension, perhaps? Or disgust?
“Yeah, just… Just click 'options’ and then… and then…” try as she might to keep things professional, Chrissy can’t keep from trailing off into another groan as her hand keeps pressing rhythmically at her urethra to convince her body to keep the flood within her contained for just a few more minutes. Her bladder feels rock hard in her abdomen, where she can feel the full, bloated weight of it every time she shifts in her seat.
“Are you still holding it?” the questions sounds very deliberately casual, and Chrissy is pretty sure she’s not imagining the slightly anticipatory edge to it.
“Uuggnn~ yes, it’s starting to hurt now… I just need to hold it… a bit longer…” she’s too far gone to keep up the professional front by now. Her whole world has condensed down to the fullness of her bladder and the voice in her ear.
“Wow, that’s… Tell me what it feels like.”
“It feels like… like I’m fuller than I’ve ever been. I can feel the weight of what I’m holding inside of me, and I can feel that it wants *out*. I… I don’t know how much longer I can keep it from coming out…”
“Are you holding yourself?”
“Uuhnn~ Yes, yes I am,” Chrissy moans, “I’m rubbing at myself, pressing in tight to keep everything in. I need to piss, I need to let everything come out but I also need to- oh, oH Aaahh~” She breaks of into a surprised moan and the voice, when it talks, sounds urgent.
“What happened? Did you lose control?”
“No.. Well, yes but only for a second. Some came out and now the rest wants to come out as well… My skirt is still dry, but I don’t think I can move without… without…"
"You’re wearing a skirt? Stockings as well?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, here’s what you’re going to do for me. You’re going to hitch up your skirt, slide down until you’re over the edge of your chair and pull your stocking and panties tight against yourself.” the voice seems to bypass all of her defences, and before she can even think about it Chrissy finds herself following the instructions.
“And now, remembering that you will tell me what it feels like, you will let go.”
Those words are apparently all she needed to hear, because the next moment the piss is pouring out of her full force. She’s moaning from the force of it, head falling back as the relief rips through her.
“It’s gushing out of me,” she pants into the headset, “It’s- ah, it’s so good~ I’ve never pissed this hard in my life and - ooOH, I can’t stop, couldn’t stop even if you told me too,” she keeps talking, her piss a strong stream arcing out from where she has drawn the fabric of her underwear tight against her cunt.
“I’m not going to tell you to stop,” the voice on the phone says, almost as breathless as Chrissy herself, “You’re doing great, keep talking.”
“Oh fuck, I can hear it- the hiss of it, it’s- uhn, it’s loud. And it just keeps coming. I.. I- aah, I can’t believe I was this full. I’m pissing all over the floor, I can- oh fuck- I can hear it clatter in the puddle I’ve already made and I’m- oh Oohhh, I’m not stopping. I was going to hold it but you told me to piss and it just came pouring out of me before I could think and it just- uuhn~ It just feels so. Fucking. Good."
She trails off into pants and groans as the deluge finally starts to die down into a trickle and then into nothingness. As she sits there catching her breath, all composure gone and puddle at her feet, it hits her all at once what she has just done. She’s pissed herself with a customer at the line, describing how it felt in lurid detail. In her panic she can’t quite remember that the customer hadn’t exactly been a unwilling participant herself, and in a hot rush of embarrassment she hits the 'end call’ button. A few moment’s pass and there is a beeping sound as the computer spits out her assessment.
*This user rated their experience five out of five stars*
Another beep and it turns out she left something in 'additional comments’ as well. The string of numbers are briefly meaningless, until Chrissy recognises it as a phone number. Huh. She might have lost twenty credits to clean-up, but this might not have been a complete bust after all… |
THE FINAL TEST
By Watcher
(Based on the original document April 1996 “TEST ANXIETY” by LAWRENCE MORGAN and retitled, edited, restructured, and enhanced by WATCHER December 2016)
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THE FINAL TEST
By Watcher
(Based on the original document April 1996 “TEST ANXIETY” by LAWRENCE MORGAN. Retitled, edited, restructured, and enhanced by WATCHER March 2012)
I still remember the midterm exam that I gave in the summer semester of '94 like it was yesterday. I was teaching a 4th year Biochemistry course, and had only ten students in the class; Biochemistry. was not a popular course during summer term, because it met five days a week for two solid hours.
There were four guys in the class and six girls. Lynne was the prettiest. She was about twenty-one years old, and just finishing her final year in college. She was also one of my brightest, most attentive students. She was rarely absent, always prepared for class, and usually sat in the front row.
It was a hot day in late May, and Lynne came into class in a white tee shirt with some sort of environmental message on it (I think it was something to do with Earth Day) and a pair of fairly tight khaki shorts. She was barefoot, her sneakers tied to the straps of her backpack.
She had a large soft drink with her, and I could hear the ice sloshing around as she took her seat in the front row. It was about eight minutes before the hour. Other students filed into the room slowly, chatting idly about the exam, the weather, and other things. I looked over the exam one last time, searching for any errors that my teaching assistant might have missed. Lynnen took a long drag on the straw of the paper soft drink cup, and I heard the ice protest once again. It sounded like the cup was empty. She searched through her backpack, lines of frustration crossing her face, and finally produced two pencils and an eraser.
I could hardly take my eyes of Lynne, her long dark hair, her long perfectly shaped tanned legs and thighs, accentuated by her short tight shorts. It seemed she sensed my gaze, for as I sat at my desk facing the students, she bent over her desk, lowering her face a little, but looking directly at me for a few seconds, then smiling slightly and dropping her eys down.
“Is she trying to flirt with me ?” I asked myself
I actually only ever had one fantasy about this lovely co-ed girl in my class. I thought about being with her when she was in a desperate situation, squirming around and fidgeting in absolute panic trying not to wet herself, but loosing control and wetting her panties as I looked on. I wished I was younger.
Little did I know that fantasy was going to come true!
With four minutes to go, I asked the class if there were any last minute questions. Tom, the guy who had been absent most of the quarter, wanted to know about the latest in DNA sequencing technology. A few of the other students groaned. If he hadn't mastered that by now, it was unlikely he would pass this test.
The bell rang. To an observer from another planet, we must have looked like rats in some of sort of operant conditioning experiment. I picked up the stack of exams, and my students cleared their books off their desks. I distributed the exams. Some students began working on the first page immediately while others leafed through the exam to get a general idea of what was involved.
"You should have three sheets with five pages of text," I announced. "Make sure you aren't missing any pages." I then informed the class that they had the whole two hour class period for the exam.
The room was warm, so I went over to the thermostat and adjusted the air conditioning. Then I sat down to read the paper. Exams like this can be incredibly boring for professors. My students were seated far enough apart that I really didn't have to worry too much about cheating. But I had to stay in the room, otherwise the temptation would be too great, especially for someone like Tom. I leafed through the paper, occasionally glancing up to see if anyone was trying to get my attention to ask a question. And of course I would take a peek at Lynnen and one or two of the other girls in the class.
After about twenty five minutes, I noticed that Lynne seemed to be shifting her weight and adjusting herself quite a bit. Once she dropped her pencil, and it rolled under another desk. She looked up and leaned forward, but couldn't reach it. So she sat back a bit and retrieved it by grabbing it with her toes. She looked at me briefly and smiled.
Suddenly Lynne sat up straight, grimaced slightly and pressed her palm against her lower tummy, as if she was having cramps. I wondered maybe if it was not her bladder which was fast filling, but perhaps she had another 'problem'. This would not be as visibly stimulating for me, but nonetheless even more embarrassing and messy for Lynne.
The way she was moving a bit restlessly, shifting her weight from time to time, indicated to me that the soda she had drunk was causing the 'problem'. If this was the case, I thought to myself, this may well become the most interesting exam I have ever given. Normally my students get a five minute break in the middle of the period; but today no one was permitted to leave the room until they turned in the exam. And I expected even my best students to need most or all of the period for this test. I couldn’t help wondering what Lynne was feeling and thinking at this time. I guessed she was becoming increasingly aware of the mounting pressure, and realising that she would not be able to hold on for the length of the exam.
Some fifteen minutes later, Lynne proved me right. She got up slowly and approached my desk. She leaned toward me, and said in a whisper, "Can I go to the bathroom?" I had to struggle to keep from smiling too broadly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You can't leave the room during the exam," I said gently. She looked down, disappointed.
"Okay," she said quietly.
Well, I thought, this is definitely going to be better than reading the horoscopes for the rest of the exam. I got up to stretch my legs, and walked around the room a bit. I stopped for a side view of Lynne. She now had one leg crossed under the other; the bottom of her right foot was lightly covered with dirt from running around barefoot. One hand held her pencil, while the other rested on her forehead, giving her a look of intense concentration. I wondered if my hard-on was noticeable. But no one in the class was looking at me, of course; everyone was wrapped up in the test.
As the time passed, Lynne's discomfort increased significantly. With about an hour left to the period, Lynne now had her legs crossed with one on top of the other, in the more traditional female style. But after another five minutes, she shifted her position again, this time placing her left leg under her right leg. She looked up at the clock. I was back at my desk now, and she looked at me briefly. I smiled, and she smiled back. She returned to her exam, uncrossing her legs and placing one hand in her lap. A few more minutes went by, and Lynne crossed both her legs in a yoga style.
By this time I was sure that she was feeling very, very desperate. Even though she had smiled at me, I was sure she was frantically trying to hold on. But with just under an hour to go – she must have realised the hopelessness of her situation, her bladder becoming more and more taut as all the liquid she had drunk at the start of the exam percolated its way through her incredible body and ending up, temporarily, in her bladder.
From Lynne's body language, it was clear that she was in a bad way. I kept thinking about what she must be experiencing as her situation became more and more desperate. She knew that her bladder capacity was soon going to be exceeded.
I wondered – when she “lost the battle”. would she:
A) Hold on, fighting every moment to clench her muscles shut, until her muscles simply 'gave way' leading to an uncontrolled gush into her panties ? And, would she be able to staunch the flow before any damage was visible ?
Or,
B) Would she hold on until the pain became so excruciating that she would deliberately have to let go ?
And I wondered if A) was the path she decided to take, would the “burst” be a sudden gush, or would it be a steady, slow leak, seeping gradually into her panties, until they were saturated and oozing through into her shorts ?
I actually hoped she would go follow A, resulting in an inevitable slow release. That would mean that when she eventually stood up to hand in her paper, the resulting torrent would be much more dramatic.
Anyway, I concluded that Lynne would wet herself before the end of the exam, probably in a controlled manner – at least the first time! And I was very, very aroused in anticipation of what was going to happen!
I got up to walk around again. As I circled the perimeter of the room, I saw Lynne bite her lower lip. She uncrossed her legs once again, this time squeezing them together. I returned to my desk and pretended to look at the paper again.
I was trying to make sure that Lynne did not notice me watching her intently, resting my forehead on my hand as I looked through my fingers at her, hoping that it looked like I was reading the paper on my desk.
Lynne looked incredibly vulnerable, and so alluring. Her body was taught, as she tried to hang on. She wasn't able to squirm around, or jiggle her thighs up and down because that would make it obvious to others what she was going through. All she could do was tighten her muscles to the point where there was a little shake in her thighs from the strain.
Lynne bit down her pencil, and pressed both hands down into her crotch. She leaned back a little, and stretched out her long legs in front of her. Then she seemed to slowly relax, pressing her bare feet on the floor to raise her butt a little off the chair. Then she just closed her eyes and clenched the front edge of the chair with her hands. She crossed her legs once more, looked around nervously. Lynne had long dark shoulder length hair, and I could see some of the hair had ‘slicked’ on her forehead. The exam hall had cooled off a bit with the air-conditioning, so I assumed she was perspiring with the effort of holding on, coupled with the natural anxiety of a girl caught in this situation. I saw her wipe her hand across her forehead, which she then dried off by pressing against her shorts.
From the way Lynne was shifting her position, I was sure this was going to be a deliberate release. I expected the discomfort from her over-stretched bladder was getting too much to tolerate, so she had decided to ‘cut her losses’, letting go and wetting herself for a few seconds to relieve the pressure, without a ‘game over’ scenario. She was probably realising that if she tried to hold on for much longer she would not be able to control the flow when disaster struck!.
I was mesmerized, staring at her crotch, expecting the tell-tail dark patch to appear. In had often imagined seeing a girl as attractive as Lynn in a situation when she was struggling to stop herself wetting, and finally lost the battle. My heart began to pound, because I realised that I might just see that happen !
Lynn leant forwards and pressed both palms against her crotch as she squeezed her legs together. She looked up and saw me staring at her. Her face flushed as she leaned forwards, looking down at the desk, her long dark hair falling over her face. Then she looked up at me again. She glanced up at me again, biting her lip and grimacing as she pushed both hands palm up under her thighs.
I was so fascinated by watching her desperate predicament, and so aroused, that my left hand was resting on my crotch. It must have been clear to Lynne that I was in the midst of a massive erection, because I just HAD to press my hand more tightly against myself.
She bent her face down, still looking at me with those alluring eyes. She placed her hands under her thighs, and as she looked at me, slowly spread her knees apart, so I could see her crotch.
She bit her lower lip, and as I watched a thin dark appeared along the inner edges of her shorts where they touched the chair bottom. A second or two later her crotch was glistening
I was seeing this lovely 20 year old girl wetting herself! And to make it even more arousing, if that were possible, she was deliberately showing me what was happening
The dark wetness spread slowly up her shorts from the chair bottom, the upper margin becoming fuzzy and indistinct as her crotch stopped glistening. Obviously she had been able to stop before the flood worked its way in front of her crotch and dribbled onto the floor.
I got up and walked towards her. She saw me coming and immediately placed her hands on the desk and picked up her pencil. As I descended the steps from the platform, she spread her thighs slightly and I saw her crotch glisten darkly as the wet patch spread out for several inches. Just as I reached her, she flung her hands down and pressed them hard over her crotch as she snapped her thighs tightly together.
Lynne’s head was still bent right over the desk, her long dark hair hanging down over her shoulders onto the desk. She was wearing a T-shirt, and I could see the back of her neck was bright red from her blush. The back of her T-shirt was clinging to her skin because of the perspiration.
She looked up at me, and I was sure there were tears in her eyes. “I’m so embarrassed” she whispered, softly so no one else would hear. I had to lean over close to her to hear that she was whispering “I’m so sorry” as she looked down at her paper.
Now of course we faculty had always been reminded that it could be very inappropriate to make physical contact with a student. But I knew that Lynne was in real distress, and very embarrassed, so I just laid my hand gently on her left shoulder and whispered back ‘Don’t worry, just concentrate on your paper for the remaining hour”.
Lynne pressed her damp palm down firmly on the back of my hand which was resting on her left shoulder for two or three seconds, and as she did so she raised her thighs off the seat a little and leaned back.“Thanks” she whispered softly. I had the distinct impression from the way she gently undulated her thighs, that she was wetting herself a little more while clasping her hand over mine.
“Oh no! I’m sorry, my hand is . . . wet . . . .” she gasped breathlessly.
“Lynne” I said softly “You can go to the bathroom if you hand in your paper, and I’ll pro-rate your marks to allow for the shorter time you used.”
“I can’t” she whispered. “As soon as I stand up I’ll – you know, loose it completely in front of everyone. I’ll just have to finish the paper – you understand ?”
I nodded. I understood very well the predicament she was in. As I walked towards the back of the hall, just to check on the other students, I felt the coolness on the back of my hand from Lynne’s moist touch..
I walked back to my desk. I was incredibly aroused. Not only had I seen such a lovely girl wet herself – even if a little – but she had responded positively to my gentle touch on her shoulder. As I passed Lynne I risked looking down at her shorts. Sure enough, the damp patch had grown in size, and was still glistening at the centre.
It was very clear that a slow, seeping leak was in progress !
There were now 50 minutes remaining in the class period, and I noticed that Lynne had just started the fourth page of my five page exam. I walked to the back of the room and looked over the entire class, while reaching into my pocket to adjust my hard-on. Lynne was definitely going to need the remaining class time in order to finish the exam. Her little wetting would have released some of the pressure, but given the amount she had been drinking, I was sure this was only a temporary respite. I was certain that Lynne knew this also, and was dreading the moment when she would either release another flow, or lose control and soak herself. I mentally gave her 10 more minutes of agony before the inevitable happened!
Well, ten minutes came and went. Five minutes later, Lynne drew in a sharp breath, and snapped her mouth shut quickly. She leant over sideways and reached her left hand into her pack. She fussed around with her hand for a few seconds, and then pulled out a small, neatly folded towel. Pressing down on the desk with her right hand, she raised herself of the char just enough to quickly slip the towel under her. She sat down, and looked up at me, blushed again and looked down at her desk.
“Good thinking Lynne” I said to myself. I reckoned she could probably wet at least one more spurt for a few seconds without risking noisy drips falling onto the floor.
Her legs were not crossed at this point; she squeezed her legs together tightly, but a large damp patch quickly spread across the front of her shorts and began to stretch toward her knees. I looked right at her now, unable to resist this visual treat. She was staring at her lap in horror. Up to this she had she had probably wet herself for maybe only 4 or 5 seconds each time, but this time it was a different story! The speed with which the patch grew in size and spread down her thighs told me that she wasn’t able to stop the gush for maybe 10 seconds or so. And of course her panties would have been soaked from her first wetting. Or, perhaps, her discomfort was so great that she just gave up, and let herself wet into her panties for a longer time. After all, she had already wet herself noticeably the first time, so what had she to lose ??
Once again she stopped wetting, but this time it was definitely showing, although nothing was dripping onto the floor. From the speed with which the glistening damp patch spread down her shorts, I was sure that the little towel was probably saturated. I couldn't help but try to imagine what it must have felt like for her to be sitting in soaking warm panties, on a warm, squishy towel which was completely saturated.
Another ten minutes passed. Lynne placed both hands under her butt and leant forwards. As she did so, I heard a 'drip drip' as she flooded her panties, and it spilled out over her chair onto the floor. Lynne's humiliation was complete! But she managed to stop again, and after a few more dipping sounds the flow must have stopped.
Anyone looking directly at her, or at the floor under her chair, could tell that she had just wet her pants! Fortunately for her, there was only one other student sitting in the front row today, and he was five seats away from her. So no one except me had a frontal view. She looked up from her crotch and stared at me. A soon as she saw I was looking at her, she immediately clasped her hands over her wet crotch and deeply, deeply blushed while still staring at me. I had never seen such a pretty girl blushing like that, and the fact that she had wet her panties so completely made me almost explode! I gave her a half-smile, not knowing how else to react. After a few seconds she bent over and started to doodle with her pencil, not knowing what to do, or how to hide her predicament.
No-one else seemed to notice the dripping.
Certainly she didn't want me to say anything. I simply couldn't let her leave the room. Besides, at this point, getting up would attract attention to her situation and let other people see her condition.
Lynne looked down at her backpack, and then went back to the exam. I began to feel sorry for her. She lived in an apartment off campus, probably with a couple of roommates. Did she have a change of clothes in her backpack? It seemed unlikely, unless she had athletic clothes for a workout or something. She was going to have a hard time getting home without everyone seeing that she had wet herself.
I wondered what would happen if other students noticed what was going on. This seemed inevitable, since they would eventually approach my desk to turn in the exam. Because of the weather, no one had sweaters or jackets of any kind; Lynne had only her backpack and her shoes, and these weren't going to be very effective at covering up her mess. She looked wet enough that I was pretty sure it wouldn't dry before class was over; in fact, if she wet her panties again, it would immediately start dripping onto the floor. I wondered if she was wearing a pad or feminine napkin. Probably not. If she was, it had soaked through quite a while ago. There was even a possibility that she had only a bikini bathing suit on under her shorts. Sunbathing was a popular way to pass the time between classes at this time of year, and judging from her tan, it was something she did on a fairly regular basis.
With twenty minutes left to the class period, the first two students got up to turn in their exams. One walked right past Lynne, handed me the exam, and went back to his seat, passing her again. If he noticed anything, I couldn't tell from his behavior or facial expressions. He picked up his backpack and left without crossing the front of the room.
Since I already had a full view of Lynne's accident, it seemed like her best bet for avoiding some major embarrassment was to wait until everyone else had left the room. She had apparently come to the same conclusion, because she was indeed the last one to turn in her exam. As the others handed their papers in and left, I saw some of them looking back at Lynne as they opened the door to the room. But no one actually said anything because others were still taking the test. When the last two girls left the room, I heard excited voices out in the hall, which slowly receded into the distance.
Finally, Lynne was the only one left in the room. She looked up at me, her face turning a bright shade of pink again. She looked incredibly alluring and sexy – her flushed face adding to her appeal. She stood up slowly, and I noticed a dark stain on the fabric of the chair underneath her. I realised that she must have wet her panties quite a bit more. At least the soft absorbent cushioned fabric of the chair and the towel had prevented a noisy deluge hitting the floor.
I remained sitting at my desk, watching her. I suppose I should have gotten up and walked towards her to collect the paper, and left her to pick up her pack and leave the room. But all the other students had come to my desk and handed their papers to me, so I thought Lynne should do the same.
We stared at each other for a few seconds, then I nodded and motioned for her to bring me her paper.
She got up slowly and started to walk towards me, with little, short quick steps. After a few steps she pressed her hand firmly against her crotch, and biting her lip approached my desk.
Lynne must have been aware of my gazing at her hand covering her crotch. She came right up to the desk to hand me the paper. She was only a couple of feet away when she gasped out “Oh God – NO!!” she flung the paper on my desk and grabbed her crotch with both hands.
Lynne lost complete control. Her face blushed again as the torrent streamed out and gushed down her thighs. She turned sideways and I could see the cascades running down the insides of her thighs and the backs of her legs.
I had never imagined seeing such a wonderful girl as Lynne wetting herself like that. She continued to wet for about 20 seconds, then the flow eased with only little drips dribbling off her soaked shorts and wet panties.
She turned towards me and leaned her hands on the table. “Oh my God” she whispered, looking at me with tear filled eyes. “I am so embarrassed.”
“But you must feel better now!” I said gently.
I stood up and walked around the table towards her. She held out her hands to me. I took her wet hands in mine as she whispered again:
“I’m so, so sorry to have embarrassed you. Well I guess next time I'll know to go to the bathroom before the test."
I relaxed my grip on her hands, but she kept holding mine. I wasn't sure how to respond. She was perhaps 21, and I was 28. The age difference was not a problem, it was just that I was in a position of academic authority, which made her ‘vulnerable’ in the eyes of the college, and in the eyes of the law in our jurisdiction. I really didn't want to embarrass her any further. If she had simply handed me the exam and left, I never would have said a word about the matter to her or anyone else. Well... OK, maybe I would tell a few friends about it, but I wouldn't mention her name. I counted myself lucky just to have seen it.
But her comment caught me off guard. It sounded like she wanted me to acknowledge what had happened. She seemed to want to get it out in the open. Did she want me to apologize for not letting her leave the room? She looked at me.
"You couldn't quite hold it, huh?" I finally said.
"I shouldn't have had all that soda right before the exam," she said. "We usually get a break during class." She squeezed my hands, and I made no effort to pull away
"I'm sorry I couldn't let you go," I stammered. "But we can't have people going in and out during a test. It would create a lot of problems with cheating."
"I know. Don't worry about it." She seemed more comfortable with the whole episode now. “By the way, I have really enjoyed your classes. And” she smiled shyly “I think you are a really neat guy. I’ll be sorry not to have any more classes with you ?”
There was a hint of a question in her voice. “Well” I said slowly, “I believe you are on the college swim team ?”
“Yes” she said, “and I’m taking the evening course for Life Guarding over the summer. This is my final year you know, just one more exam before I have my degree!”
“And I’m one of the instructors in the Lifeguarding course” I said quietly.
She collected her things and picked up her backpack, and glanced at the little flood on the floor in front of my desk. “I have a couple of towels in my pack” she said “guess I won’t be going swimming tonight!”
She mopped up the mess, put the towels in a plastic bag and stuffed it into her pack.
A final thought struck me. "Can I give you a ride home or something?"
"Would you?" She asked. Her face lit up. "This is pretty embarrassing." She managed a nervous laugh. I agreed, and we headed toward the door.
We headed down the hallway. "Uhm... I still have to go," she said quietly. I waited patiently while she disappeared into the ladies' room.
On the way to my car, she stopped and bought a newspaper, which she carried in front of her to cover the wetness on her shorts. But she still couldn't do much to hide the backside. Then she sat on the paper in my car, trying not to get the seat wet. As I drove her home, she wondered aloud what she would tell her roommates. But by the time we arrived, her shorts were almost dry from the sun and the heat. If you knew what you were looking at, it was still obvious that she had wet her panties; but her roommate probably wouldn't notice it if she disappeared straight into her room.
We stopped outside the residence where she lived.
“Lynne” I said, ‘After the exams are all over – would it be OK if I called you?”
“I’d like that very much” she said, smiling at me, and blushing slightly.
“OK - see you at the Lifeguarding Course” I said as she gathered her pack and opened the door.
“Yes” she said, and thanked me for driving her home, and then looked over her shoulder and smiled as she went up the steps to her apartment.
Needless to say, she got an A on test.
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A few days later I was busy preparing for instructing the Lifeguarding course, which was to be held at an aquatic centre at the other campus across town. I checked my college email and found a message from Lynn, asking me about the time and place for the Lifeguarding course, and giving me her cell number.
I called her and gave her the info she wanted.
“The location is on the other campus across town” I said - “would you like a ride over, I live only a few blocks from your residence.”
There was a pause, then “I'd really appreciate that” she said, so we made finalised the time when I should call at her place.
The Lifeguarding Course included a general First Aid component. The second weekly session we were covering how to rescue someone who was choking by using the Heimlich. My colleague was giving the instruction, and asked me to pick a partner and demonstrate. I was sitting beside Lynn and asked her to partner with me.
We walked to the front of the class. Lynne clutched her throat pretending to choke. I faced her and went through the routine of asking her if she could breathe etc. She shook her head, so I stepped behind her and clasped my hands around her waist while my colleague gave a running commentary on what to do next.
While we were listening to him explaining the background and theory behind the Heimlich, I gently, but firmly held Lynne closer. She leant back against me, tilting her head back so the top of her head was touching my chin.
Then I was instructed to do the Heimlich, which I did, but without the force which would normally be required because this was a demo, and I didn't want to hurt Lynne.
After some scattered applause we walked back to our seats.
I don't remember much more of that session, I was so distracted by Lynne sitting beside me.
During the ride back to her place, Lynne just sat very quietly beside me. As I drove up to her residence, I asked her if she was OK.
She wiped her eyes. “I'm fine” she said slowly, as she sniffed and blew her nose on a kleenex from the box on the console. I realised she was crying.
“What's the matter Lynne ?” I asked, touching her arm gently.
“Well” She began, “You are very kind to give me rides like this
We just sat there, holding hands by now.
“OK” I said, “same time next week ?”
“Y-Yes” she said slowly, “my room mates are away this weekend, would you like to drop by for a cup of coffee on Saturday or Sunday?”
“Yes” I said, “for sure.”
On Saturday afternoon I called her, and she said she was free that evening, so I suggested we go out for dinner and then go back to her place for coffee.
Dinner was very nice. She was a wonderful companion, and I just could not take my eyes off her. She drank two beers.
Back at her place afterwards, she started to talk about a guy she had dated a couple of years before. She blushed and told me that when they were driving back from seeing a movie, her bladder was uncomfortably fulls. Lynn said it was her fault because she should have 'gone' before they left the cinema.
“And why didn't you ?” I asked with a smile in my voice.
Lynn hesitated, and then looked at me saying “I know this sounds weird, but I liked the feel of my bladder almost bursting!”
“Did it make you feel sexy ?” I asked quietly
Lynn gulped hard. “Yes” she said.
“Did you ever overestimate your endurance, and have well, an accident ?”
“Y-y-yes, it has happened” she said quietly. “I wet myself as soon as I got out of his car, as I was walking to my apartment.”
“Lynn” I said softly, leaning towards her across the cofee table. “I have something weird to tell you.”
“What's that ?” she replied.
“It really arouses me to see an attractive girl in the predicament of being desperate 'to go'”
Lynn laughed quietly and seemed a little more relaxed.
“Is that why you kept staring at me during the exam ?” she asked teasingly.
My turn to blush – she had noticed !
“I noticed that you had two beers at dinner, and as far as I know you have not yet. . . . .”
Lynne leaned over and pressed her hands on my knees. “I can't hold on any longer” she whispered, and the desperation in her voice was very obvious.
“One more thing” I said - “when you let go, does it feel a bit like a climax?”
“Yes” she said.
“Seeing you doing that would make me climax as well”
Lynn stood up, her knees bent and pressing her hands into her crotch.
“I can't hold it any more”
I went over to her, and swept her into my arms. We started kissing as I clasped my hands under her butt.
“Just wet your pants” I said between deep gasping kisses.
And she did ! |
Relief & Reflection
The Sun rose over the mountaintop, reflecting directly into Ellie’s face. Frowning, she let out a loud, anguished sigh, raising up her hand to shield herself. She carefully hopped onto a large rock and jumped backed down into the tree line, the overgrown forest completely enveloping her. Every snap of a twig or rustle of a bush made her heart quicken, but if she paused and searched around at every little noise, she would be out here for days. Finally, Ellie came out to a clearing, where the field was completely empty save for a tree looming in the middle alongside an abandoned farmhouse.
Ellie took off her pack, letting it drop to the ground as she dug through it, eventually pulling out a worn piece of paper. Cautiously, she unrolled it and was greeted with fading lines and large X’s dotting the page, which was a charting of the area.
“Okay… I must be here, I guess.” She said to herself, making sure she followed the route as best as she thought. Her navigations were lacking, but she had come out here with patrols before, so she had a general idea of what she was doing and where to go. Tommy’s base was about a mile back, and the entire area was mapped out in all directions up to a certain point, and she was able to copy down at least part of it. She did wish that she marked the caches, but they weren’t required.
Right now, her mission was to find comic books.
Even she thought it was stupid, leaving the safety net of the fortress for some measly stories, but that fact is, she had completely exhausted every single comic in the library multiple times. Invader Green #42, Tessellation #13, and Tricksters & Pirates #36 where her few favorites. Their wasn’t a single series that was actually complete in the base, and she wanted to change that. Plus, she really did miss the outdoors. The smell was something different, and the fact that anything, bandits, clickers, runners, could attack you at any moment left Ellie with an exhilarating thrill.
Exhilarating thrill, plus a tang in her bladder. She looked left and right, standing back up and dancing around for a second. Another plus of being outside the factory was privacy. After a few seconds of quietness, she decided that now was a best time as any. The field gave her a fantastic view if anything came through this way, and the tree line gave her some cover in case she was spotted first.
She set her pack down and out of the way, before taking a few more steps into the woods. There, she found a large tree that was partially placed on a slope, the perfect position for her to relieve herself. With her back turned to the woods, She carefully shimmied off her jeans, letting them drop to her ankles and exposing her in very boring panties. Even though she had been forced to urinate in front of others many times, especially Joel, she still was always nervous in open areas, and a blush appeared on her face. After a few moments of hesitation, the twinge reminded her and caused Ellie to grab the elastic waistband of her underwear as she slipped them down to her pants, leaving her bottomless. She squatted down and spread out her legs, reaching down and spreading her vulva carefully with two fingers. Birds chirped loudly in the background as she slowly started to pee. A small trickle of urine ran down the line of her butt before steadying out, readjusting herself and pulling her legs back so no pee landed on her clothing. After a moment’s pause, her pee started to turn into a steady stream, a slight hiss noise filling the air. “Ah…” She let out almost a moan as her urine sprayed on the forest floor, the dirt below turning damp as Ellie’s golden pee covered the ground. Her crotch tingled, and the force of her pee increased.
What was the expression Joel used? ‘You piss like a racehorse?’ She thought to herself, letting out a slight chuckle as her pee reached it’s peak and began to die down until only a few drips were left.
Ellie was almost disappointed. Peeing in the woods was one of the few times she could think about everything that has gone down so far, and it made her nostalgic. She could finally relax, not worry about going hungry, or getting eaten alive, or beaten to death or raped or anything that was evil and bad in the world. She just needed to pee, and nothing else mattered for a moment or two.
She looked down, noting the darker spots that covered the dirt, gently running down the small incline. Surprised, her eyes widen at how much her pubic hair had grown. It was beginning to go from just a few strands to an actual mound in a few weeks, and she may even need to start shaving it soon.
Ellie paused for a moment, realizing she really hasn’t examined herself before. Sure, she has masturbated many, many times, and she may or may not have sneaked a few glances at Joel’s penis when he went to the restroom, but she never actually had a good look of herself or anyone else. Reaching over to her pack, she shifted through the contents until she pulled out a shard of an old mirror, a thin layer of dirt caking the front. She reached down between her legs again and spread out her vagina, situating the mirror under her.
“Woah!” She called out in amazement. It looked so alien to her, seeing up close. The skin was pink and clean, and she could see all the intricate layers of her womanhood.
Ellie stared for a few more minutes until a drop of urine splattered against the mirror, shaking her back into reality. She only had a few hours of daylight left, and if she wasn’t back by curfew, she was going to be in trouble. She leaned over and grabbed a few leaves, wiping herself carefully and cleaning herself up. She then stood up and bent over, pulling her panties back up. They were black and had almost no lace, save for a small, intricate design on both the sides that clung to her hips and were tight against her butt. She twisted around, taking a quick look at her own rear and smiling. She really just wanted to pull them back down and finger herself, which wasn’t too different then usual since she hasn’t been alone if a few days. The problem is, doing it outside in the woods didn’t sound like fun. Getting attacked in the middle of it by a clicker or runner wouldn’t be the best way to die, and being discovered by a bandit might be…
She pulled her jeans back up, dancing around to squeeze her ass into them. Throwing her backpack over her shoulders, she turned around and started to walk through the field, keeping an eye on the surrounding area as she made her way to the first search area. The search for the comic books. |
The Girl on the Subway
By Watcher
Last summer I was riding the subway on my way to work. It was one of those hot, hot summer days when everyone was wearing the least amount of clothing. At the station after I got on, I just managed to get the last seat. I was about to read my paper when I saw a very, very attractive, pretty young woman get on the car. She was about 5 foot five, just the right height for her head to rest against my shoulder if I were holding her. She was wearing a light blue T-shirt, and fairly tight khaki colored shorts that came down to about halfway to her knees. Her fair, almost blond, hair just touched her shoulders. She was quite breathless, having obviously had to run to catch the train, and her slightly flushed face added to her sexuality. She had a rather childish innocent face, with a cute slightly up turned nose, and her nostrils were flaring as she breathed hard to recover after her exertion. But, it was her legs that really caught my attention. The only way I can describe them is to say that they were perfect, in my opinion. Her shorts showed enough of her thighs so that I knew they were really slender, without being skinny. Her legs were long, again well shaped without being bony, and her ankles just seemed to `melt' into her blue and white sneakers. I'd say she was probably no older than about nineteen or twenty. She was clutching a white canvas purse which was hanging from her shoulder. She looked around for a seat, and finding none stood just in front of me. I pretended to read my paper, but all the time I was feasting my eyes on those fantastic legs, just a couple of feet in front of me. She was standing facing me, maybe she sensed my gaze, for she turned away slightly.
She seemed a little agitated, for she glanced at her watch and walked a few steps forwards and then back again. She hung onto the overhead strap with both hands as the train started, having to stretch up to do so, making her shorts move up just a tantalizing inch further up her thighs. As the train lurched, I expected her to stand with her feet apart to steady herself, but instead she crossed her legs, placing one foot directly behind the other, squeezing her knees together. This intrigued me, and I began to wonder if she was uncomfortable. My heart began to beat faster as I started to imagine that maybe she hadn't had time to visit the restroom as she rushed for the train.
After a couple of minutes my suspicions were further strengthened when she bent her knees and leant forwards a little. She rested all her weight on one leg, and began to rub the toes of her other foot against the side of her ankle. After a few seconds she switched her weight to the other foot and repeated the ankle rubbing, interspersed with rapid toe tapping which made her body jiggle a little. I looked up at her face, and she was clearly in some distress, with her lips tightly pressed together. I could see her grimacing as she obviously was becoming more and more preoccupied with her growing discomfort.
By now I knew for sure that she was in a desperate situation. She swung her purse around to her front, and pressed it against her crotch with one hand, while she hung on to the overhead strap with the other. I knew that she was fast approaching desperation stage nine (stage one is just having gone to the bathroom, and stage ten is 'loss of control').
The conductor came on the PA system and told us he was going to have to stop the train before the next station, due to signal failure "Oh No!"; she moaned out loud, leaning over and pressing her purse tightly against her. The train gave a sudden lurch, and she was forced to turn to face me as she let go the purse and grabbed onto the strap with both hands. Her purse swung to one side, so I could see the front of her shorts. The train continued to lurch from one side to the other, forcing her to hang on to the strap with both hands. She tried to grab her purse, with the intention of covering herself, but the movements of the train made it impossible. She swayed standing on one leg as she bent her knees. I saw a dark patch begin to spread down from her crotch, as she started to wet her pants. In a few seconds it was about four inches across and halfway down her shorts. I looked up at her, but she was looking at the floor. She glanced at me and blushed deeply with embarrassment as she swung the purse in front of her to cover herself now that the train was slowing to a halt.
The chivalrous part of me said that I should offer her my place so she could sit down. However, the sexy part of me kept reminding me that I was only a couple of feet from this extraordinarily attractive young woman with great legs and wearing shorts, who had started to wet her panties, and was struggling desperately to avoid giving her already damp panties and shorts a thoroughly embarrassing wetting. I was sure that in a very short while she would be forced to soak her self and that I would soon see her shorts become saturated, and watch those incredibly sexy legs become all shiny and wet as her agonizing bladder burst to overflowing into her panties. I didn't have long to wait. She stood facing the front of the car, so I had a sideways view. She kept tensing and relaxing her buttock muscles, standing with one leg in front of the other, so I could see the inside of her left thigh. Suddenly she pressed her purse tightly against the front of her shorts, and stood absolutely still. Little trickles began to run down the inside of her thigh and dribbled down her leg onto her sneakers. Then her body jerked and the trickles stopped as she regained control.
Then the train started and began to lurch. Again she was forced to hang on with both hands. Again her purse swung away, revealing her shorts which were now completely soaked from her crotch right down. Being unable to press her purse against herself was her undoing. She lost control completely, her shorts became glistening with wetness and the trickles became a flood which flowed down her legs, and, were they ever wet and shiny! The train stopped lurching and she pressed one hand against her crotch so trickles ran out between her fingers. I looked up at her, she was crying with frustration and her eyes were tightly closed. After about 30 seconds the flow stopped and she opened her eyes. I asked her if she would like to sit down. She quickly accepted. After that we began to chat - she talked quickly and nervously as she tried to cover her awkwardness. We discovered we were going to the same concert, and I offered to walk with her to the concert hall.
When she stood up, she quickly turned towards the window so no one could see the wet front of her shorts. Then she adjusted the strap on her purse so that it would hang in front of her, hiding her embarrassment. She started to walk, and after only a minute or so her legs were completely dry.
"I'm really embarrassed about this." she said hesitatingly.
I took a deep breath "Don't worry - actually, I think you looked really sexy!" I managed to say. There, I'd said it!
She didn't look upset or offended - I guess she really didn't know what to say to my remark, so she just looked at me with her lovely blue, blue eyes which were wide with surprise, and parted her lips slightly as if to say something, but she wasn't sure what to say, so she just said :
"Oh, I see".
Then she tossed her head so that her hair was flung over her shoulders, and took my arm as we walked towards the concert hall.
And I knew that I had found someone really special. |
My Cab Ride with Pamela
By Watcher
A few years ago, I attended an industry conference in Chicago. The location was at one of the down-town hotels, and during the conference we attended break-out sessions of 5 participants. One of my colleagues from my own company was in my break-out group, and I was very happy when I saw her sitting across from me. Her name was Pamela P, and she was one of the most attractive young women I had ever met. Fairly petite, dark hair, slim build, and absolutely fantastic legs, which she accentuated by wearing a not-too-long tight skirt. She had only graduated a year ago, so I guessed she was probably 22 years old. My group got on really well, so we decided to go out for dinner together. By the time we were starting our meal, my relationship with Pamela was definitely developing strongly, and we were beginning to touch hands and hold each others' gaze.
The meal was great, and afterwards we decided to go to the Sears Tower. We were only a few blocks away (or so we thought!). I had noticed that Pamela had drunk several beers. but she didn't appear to be much affected by it. Still, I fantasised - all that fluid has to go somewhere, and probably sometime soon it would find a way out!
As we got up from the table, Pamela started to look around. Quickly I grabbed her sweater off the back of the chair and standing behind her helped her into it, taking the time to give her a gentle hug from behind as I reached my arms around her, pulling her sweater closed in front of her while she fastened the buttons. "It's only a couple of blocks" I said, "and we have to hurry because they will be closing the observation deck in a few minutes."
Pamela nodded silently, and we walked out onto the street. I deliberately lead the group in what I knew was a wrong direction, and after about 10 minutes we realised we were much further away from the Hancock building than we had thought. Pamela was walking beside me, and said quietly. "I hope it isn't much further. I really need a washroom!"
"Try walking with your leg crossed" giggled one of the other girls.
"What would happen if we tickled you?" asked the only other guy in the group. We all laughed at that one, but I could see Pamela was not amused. As we approached the Hancock Building. I could feel my heart beginning to race. I was almost certain it would be closed by the time we got there. I slowed down, so I was walking behind Pamela to get a good view of her legs, imagining seeing little trickles running down them if she began to wet her panties.
I was right! The Hancock was closed when we got there. "Oh God!" said Pamela softly to herself. as we stood outside the closed door to the building. She was obviously quite uncomfortable, standing with her legs squeezed tightly together.
"Let's take the subway back towards the hotel," I suggested, and started to walk towards the station a few blocks away. When we got to the platform a train was standing there. Pamela was anxiously looking for the washroom when the doors started to close. I grabbed her by the hand and dragged her onto the train at the last moment. I sat down on the seat facing her, and I could see she was becmming increasingly agitated, not able to sit still and tapping her foot up and down.
"It's only a few stops to where we get off" I said encouragingly - "Are you OK?"
"No." was all she said, clenching her teeth, and folding her hands tightly together as she pressed down on her lap. The expression on her face was one of intense concentration. Clearly she was approaching the point of extreme discomfort, and was having to make quite an effort to stop herself from wetting her panties.
The train stopped before reaching the next station, and the PA system informed us we would be delayed a few minutes due to signal problems. Pamela's reaction to this made my heart race even faster. She leant forwards, clasping her hands underneath her thighs and rocking back and forwards, her eyes tightly closed, her lips pressed tightly in a thin white line. Pamela was definitely in a bad, bad way.
I took a deep breath "Pamela" I said quietly - "If you're going to wet your panties, better do it standing up, and keep your skirt dry."
"I'm OK" she whimpered, but the expression on her face, and the way she was bouncing up and down as she clenched her buttock muscles, indicated otherwise.
After a few minutes we reached our destination. Pamela got up slowly, holding her purse tightly against her crotch as she hobbled off the train. As soon as she got off, she looked around in despair for the washrooms. It was now late in the evening, and my heart almost stopped when I saw that the metal curtain had been drawn across the entrance to the washrooms. Pamela saw it too, and covered her face with her free hand, and started to cry as she clutched herself.
"Let's get a cab" I suggested as we reached the street. I glanced at Pamela. She was standing with her legs crossed, now pressing her purse tightly against herself with both hands. A cab was standing just outside. I could see the driver was looking intently at Pamela's legs as she stood, squirming around in what was obviously the final moment before she wet her panties.
I went over to the driver, while the others waited for me to negotiate the fare.
"Take your time" I said quietly to the driver, "Take the scenic route back to the Airport Hilton - we're in no hurry."
"You're girl looks like she's in a hurry!" he commented.
"That's very observant of you" I replied. "Trust me, the rest of us want to take all the time we can, and I'll pay for you to go to the Airport Hilton the long way round!"
He winked at me: "OK - you're the Boss. But I have only room for four passengers, and there are five of you."
"She'll sit on my lap" I said to the driver, as we both looked at Pamela. He grinned widely to himself.
I took Pamela's hand and got in first. Pamela had to sit on my lap as the others crowded into the back seat. "Well Done" I congratulated myself. For as long as I could remember, I had fantasised but seeing attractive young women in situations where they had to wet their panties, and for me the ultimate fantasy was the moment when they lost control and their legs got wet as little trickles streamed down. Having a really pretty girl wet her panties while sitting on my lap had not been the highest on my list of fantasies, but it certainly was way up there! And here I was, this most attractive and alluring young woman sitting on my lap, desperately trying not to wet her panties. I could feel the rythmic tightening of her buttocks as she fought for control. The driver had left the interior lights on, so I could see Pamela's slender thighs. I felt the ever increasing jiggling of her whole body. I ran my hand up and down her back in a gentle caress. She moaned softly as she leant back against my hand and made a squirming effort to cross her legs in the cramped space. She held that position for a minute or so, then quickly uncrossed them again, pressing down on my legs with her hands she tried to raise her self up a little.
She began to cry again, and said quietly between sobs "I'm sorry, I can't hold on any longer - I'm going to wet my panties !!" Pamela was really squirming around now, and her frantic movements had moved her skirt way up. I could resist her fantastic legs and thighs no longer. I put my right hand around her waist and held her close to me, and ran my left hand up her legs, clasped my hand over her knee, then caressed her thighs lightly.
"Oh No!" she gasped, "you can do that anytime but right now it's not helping at all!" Pamela continued to gasp after she stopped talking. She was starting to panic as she squirmed and twisted on my lap. All attempts to conceal her plight were abandoned as her struggle reached its climax
I placed my hand underneath her thighs, and pressed up slightly as I moved my hand towards her panties. She clasped her hands under her thighs, pressing my hand tightly against her, then she raised her legs a little and leaned forwards, her eyes tightly closed, bitting her lip.
"Just relax and let go," I whispered into her ear. Pamela suddenly sat up straighter and sighed deeply, then sat absolutely still. I could feel her beautiful body relax as she gave up the struggle. She leant against me, her head resting on my shoulder. In spite of the tremendous pressure which was threatening to burst her bladder, it was obviously not that easy for Pamela to relax and wet herself. Years of conditioning and training were not about to be overwhelmed in an instant. Despite her agony, all her instincts, all her involuntary movements and reflexes were directed to holding on at all costs. And even though I suspected she had reached the point where she really wanted to let go, it was going to require very deliberate decision on her part, for her to wet her panties. She groaned a little, and wriggled into an upright position:
"I'm so sorry" she whispered "You're going to get very, very wet! "
"That's OK" I whispered back "I know you may think this weird, but this is the sexiest thing that's ever happened to me! Just try to relax."
Pamela sat still. Nothing was happening.
Then her eyes opened wide, she pulled her hands out from under her legs, wriggling around as she wrapped her arms around my neck and began to kiss me.
"I'm wetting myself" she whispered, almost with relief.
For a few moments I didn't notice anything. Then I felt a warmth against the back of my hand as a trickle ran down the inside of her skirt before soaking through. I pressed my left palm up against her thighs, moving my hand up until I was pressing against her panties. The trickle became a flood as she relaxed more, and I could feel it soaking through her skirt making my crotch warm and wet. She pressed one hand down tightly between her legs in a reflex motion, and I could see a damp patch spreading out from under her hand. Pamela started writhing around on my lap after a few seconds. trying to stop herself wetting her panties, and after about ten seconds or so managed to hold it. By that time, of course, we were both soaked.
Pamela's relief was obvious. being free from the agony of the past fifteen minutes or so far outweighed her embarrassment at having wet her panties. She repeatedly told me how embarrassed and sorry she was. I pressed my hand under her skirt, feeling the warm wetness seeping through from her panties.
"Do you feel better?" I asked - "You certainly feel better to me!"
In response she stopped apologizing and we started kissing passionately, while my other hand caressed her wet thighs.
Getting out of the cab was an embarrassing experience for all of us. The other three didn't know just where to look. The driver and I just stared at Pamela. She was standing on the sidewalk, still squirming around a little, obviously very uncomfortable as she stood there in her wet panties. The front of her skirt was wet with a damp patch extending about 6 inches across her crotch, and about half way down the front of her skirt. Obviously when she clutched herself as she lost control, pressing the front of her skirt against her panties had caused the damage. Little dribbles were still running down the insides of her slender thighs, and down her long shapely legs, from her wet panties.
She became aware of us staring at her and blushed furiously, making her look even sexier. She turned away from us in embarrassment. We could see that the back of her skirt was totally wet - even wetter than the front, saturated from top to bottom and from side to side. Her soaked skirt was clinging about halfway up her thighs, and she seemed reluctant to touch it and pull it down with her hands which were quite dry. The bottom edge of her skirt was dripping onto the backs of her knees. I thought the back view of her legs was even sexier than the front view as the little trickles ran down behind her knees and backs of her legs into her sneakers.
Apparently, wetting her panties while sitting on my lap in the cab was only a temporary relief, for she suddenly bent her knees and leaned forwards, squeezing her legs together. A moment later the drips become a steady stream down her legs as poor Pamela started to wet her panties again. After a few seconds she jerked upright and managed to stop.
I turned to the driver to pay the fare. "Fare's on me" he said quietly, "Haven't seen anything as sexy as that for years. You're one lucky bastard!"
And I was too, wasn't I ? |
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