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As the shock - and his hard breathing - began to fade somewhat, Jace felt the cold of the stone wall against his shoulder starting to seep into his body, and his awareness. He may have his breathing under control now, but his heart still pounded in his chest, wracking his sturdy frame with shivers that were not the fault of the frigid temperature of the City of Bones. He was terribly aware of the almost comforting warmth below his waist, and he was terribly ashamed not only of its presence but the very fact that it seemed to be having a distinctly unexpected effect on him. Somewhere in the darkest recesses of his mind he knew he was reacting all wrong, even as he pushed such thoughts away with vehement aggression before they could take concrete form and settle accusingly in his consciousness. But deep in these black oubliettes of the Silent City the things one least wants to think about seemed to have a knack of worming their way to the forefront and sinking their insidious claws into the mind.
Jace felt strangely uplifted, comforted, for the first time since his arrest and confinement, and as much as he hated to even consider the possibility, it was undeniable. The persistent warmth in his fine leather pants was an unwelcome affirmation to his broken state, as he tried so hard to deny that it felt... good.
It shouldn't, Jace knew that perfectly well; after all, he was a Shadowhunter, a soldier, and very nearly an adult in the eyes of the Clave. And he was most certainly house-broken. He hadn't cried since he was a small boy, but he felt on the verge of it now. Not over his incarceration, or even that he had wet himself, but at the utter confusion and self-loathing that his unlikely visceral response to the sensation had awoken and dredged to the surface in him. The bitter tears never came forth, but they stung behind his eyes all the same, a hateful reminder of what he could only interpret as his own weakness... his own integral wrongness. How could he be feeling anything but disgust at what he'd done? The flutter of his heart and the shameful pulse of a growing firmness in the front of his tightly clinging pants surely belied such assertions and boldly claimed otherwise, though.
He swore again, under his breath, but the whisper of his voice cracked tellingly.
He must be broken. There was no other way around it. It was too obvious to ignore anymore, and it was the only explanation left. His breath hitched in his throat as his iron hold on his body's functions slipped again, his physiology apparently anxious to finish what it had begun earlier... but this time, once he had consciously dismissed the initial instinctive urge to catch himself, to stop himself, he just let it happen. What was the point in holding back now? There was not a soul to hide himself from down here, and it was no good trying to hide from himself any longer. He hung his golden-haired head down as he finally let go, his eyes screwed tightly closed as if he'd even be able to see anything if they had remained open. And despite himself, he released a heavy, shuddering sigh of pent-up relief - even verging dangerously on ecstasy - as at last he allowed himself to truly relax for the first time in his life as a Nephilim.
And goddammit, it felt horrifyingly good. Like he was letting so much more flow so freely from him than just the wetness hissing hard and hot into his pants. Like all the tension that had been weighing him down all these years, all the death and loss and pain, the exhausting effort of living up to what he was, was somehow being released with his stream and he could for this brief moment recall what it had been like to be truly innocent.
...Although, maybe the tent that was forming in earnest within his soaked pants as he gradually finished was a bit less than innocent, Jace mused with a dry inward chuckle. In his current state, which was still so very confusing to him, he had started to believe that he couldn't really put anything past himself and his clearly twisted mind. It had to be the influence of this place, and the torment of his situation. His psyche was cracking under the strain, no doubt, but perhaps to fight it, to fight himself, was simply too much to bear on top of everything else. Once he got out of here, he could leave behind what had happened to him, like a cast-off skin that didn't fit. It would be alright. He would be alright. And he wouldn't have to think of it - or his broken self - again once he had rejoined the real world. So maybe none of this mattered, really. He couldn't be blamed for what he couldn't help, or for the results of such unnatural punishment as this. Or for the actions of this desperate, fucked-up stranger he had surely become while subjected to such treatment. He could go back to bearing the weight of the world on his broad shoulders and pretend he had never let it go; that he had never let it all flood from him in a hot, cloying torrent of strangely exhilarating, strangely comforting release in a dark stone and iron room beneath the ground of a timeless, alien world so far removed from everything that was real and familiar, so distant and detached from that place where he was loved and admired and hated and judged and real, and where consequences were permanent.
With another sigh that held so much more than words could have said, Jace began to slowly rock his hips into the wet tightness of his pants, knees spread apart to draw the firm material closer across his now-hard cock, allowing for the friction and forbidden heat of his soaked gear to work at him. It was a slow build, and honestly frustrating as hell, not to mention that it still felt so wrong despite feeling so damned good... but somehow that all made it work in spite of it all, and his panting breaths actually quickened. Time passed unnoticed, unmarked by anything but the beating of his heart, his increasing gasps, the occasional scrape of metal against metal as his cuffs reminded him of their restrictive presence, and the creak of the drenched leather as Jace's hips bucked slowly, rhythmically, into the still-hot evidence of his sin held so warm and close against his most sensitive and reactive parts. Parts made even more so by what he'd just done - and, of course, what he was doing now.
He may not have the use of his hands, and that might have been a problem when it came to relieving himself in one way, but thanks to some of his interests, his past endeavours and escapades, he had learned quite well how to get himself off, or at the very least quite nearly, while denied his own touch. And now that he had found one kind of relief he suddenly found he needed the other more than ever. It was an overwhelming distraction he had not been prepared for and could no more ignore or deny than his need to draw breath. The need was every bit as urgent and desperate as his previous requirement for relief, and just as impossible to defy. Not that he even wanted to say no to himself any more.
It was with perhaps the worst possible timing, then, that he heard the unmistakable reverberating clang of a heavy steel door being opened somewhere in the echoing labyrinth of the cells, and the familiar clatter of Clary's footsteps rushing toward his prison as she called his name in an obvious tone of concern.
Jace swore again. It was becoming a bad habit down here. |
Not really any omorashi in this part; mostly just plot and angst. I think I'm going to skip writing out the bit where Jace actually gets out of the Silent City since that's all in the original books and tv series, and wouldn't really benefit from being pretty much transcribed here, especially since I'm having to write these on my phone. I do have some ideas regarding what his time in the City of Bones might have done to Jace, though, and I'll admit I'm a little impatient about getting to them.
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"Jace?" The voice clear as a bell, as welcome as an alarm clock at this point. "Is that you? Oh my god, Jace, this place is so dark. And... ugh... it smells like a cave and public bathroom rolled into one."
He grit his teeth, hard, tasting copper as he bit his bruised lip. He could only hope it was dark enough that she wouldn't see anything. Surely his junk had a mind of its own; it was not responding at all sensibly to the situation.
"You shouldn't have come here," The boy's voice rose out of the shadows, sounding tense and exhausted beyond anything Clary had imagined, though she probably never would have believed the actual reason why. She gasped as her vision adjusted enough to make out the shape of him on the hard ground, barely another shade among the darkness, his usual golden glow subdued. She could just make out the even darker rivers of blood on his arms, snaking from cuffs to elbows and falling away into deeper blackness.
"I'm not going anywhere," she tried to reassure him, but the scrape of leather on stone and iron on iron cut her off short as Jace leaned as far forward as his restraints would allow... as far as he dared in his state. At least it didn't seem like she'd figured that out. The tension in his voice was palpable, partly due to what he'd done and nearly been caught doing, and partly due to what he knew he had to do now.
"No. You have to go, Clary. You have to go, and never come near me again. I'm Valentine's weapon, and he knows... he knows you're my weakness." His face turned away, melting into the shadows as it felt like the space between them widened to a chasm. Jace's breath caught in his throat but he leaned into the cuffs again to freshen the flow of blood - his accursed blood - down his arms and with it, his resolve. His voice was tight, pained, forced past clenched teeth as he continued. "If I ever get out of here, he'll come after you."
"Let him. We'll fight him off together."
"There is no together for you and me, Clary. There never can be."
"Jace--"
"We're done here."
A Silent Brother seemed to shift out of the shadows to take Clary's arm with gentle yet firm guidance. Jace couldn't look at her. He was more ashamed than he could ever remember being before, and not just because of the lingering wetness at his crotch. He couldn't meet her reddening gaze as her eyes teared up, couldn't handle the love he still saw there. Because he still felt it too, but not pure like that, and he could no more deny it than he could deny any of the other perversions he'd discovered and dredged up from within himself while he'd been down here. As she was led away by the Silent Brother, he could feel those eyes on him, tearing at his walls, his armour, so painstakingly built over so many years, and though his own eyes stung and each breath caught on the pain in his throat like a jagged block of ice he couldn't swallow, he couldn't let the tears fall. He mustn't. So finally he laid his head against the stone wall and bore down hard on his wrists. The blood that Valentine had tainted, that had made him so fucked up, would fall instead.
And yet, in spite of everything, in spite of how wrong he knew it all was, he still wanted her. Needed her. The sight of her, the sound of her voice, the conviction in it that spoke of her love even when her words didn't say it all... try as he might to deny it, to expel it all from his heart, he couldn't. No more than he had been able to deny the pleasure he had taken from things that should not have given him such a response. It seemed all too clear; he was exactly what Valentine had told him he was. Corrupted, evil, an abomination which would only ever want what it wanted with no care for whether such things were right. This was just evidence of the fact. And that he had not been able to will away his unwholesome arousal even as he had driven away the girl he shouldn't love, but did... well, that was just more proof of his own wrongness. It was all true. It had to be, or how could he be like this?
Finally, the pain refused to be held back any longer, and with self-loathing in his gut, an ache in his heart - and, much to his uncomfortable dismay, a different kind of ache in his balls - the tears finally wrenched themselves agonisingly from him and he fell back against the wall with a wretched sob, and let them take him.
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It was with a groan of sheer annoyance and defeat that Jace awoke later - who knew how long it really had been - with a familiar pressure down below. He screamed his frustration and rage at the cell walls, but there was nothing to answer him.
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Since it's been a while without internet, and will probably be a while yet before my wifi is back on, I've been able to get a fairly long update done here. I can't format too well on my phone, but anyway...
Hopefully this makes up for the wait a little.
Also, heterochromia means different-coloured eyes. Both Dom and Jonathan have partial heterochromia, their eyes are blue with a brown segment in the iris on one side. It's beautiful. Btw, sounds like I would love to see you fight. ;)
This part contains some pretty overt masochism, among... well, other things, haha... I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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The commotion woke him next, some uncounted hours later. Someone was screaming. No, more than one. Voices somehow wrong, unused for so many years, only now being ripped painfully forth once more to announce and decry their own deaths. Jace scrambled to his feet in time to witness Brother Jeremiah's final rattling breath as the man fell at the base of the cell door. And Valentine; smirking, remorseless Valentine, looming like a bad dream from the darkness of the crypts liberally spattered in mortal crimson. Jace nearly believed himself to be losing his mind at last, but the spreading pool of the Brother's blood reaching his boots and reflecting his own shocked face back to him in the glow of witchlight would not let it be so easy.
At first he barely heard Valentine's gloating, or his offer, his question... his ultimatum. But then he was nodding, conceding - anything to be released, to be back in the game. The man sneered as he freed the locks on the door and cuffs, giving Jace a cursory once-over.
"How dare they treat my son like this? You see, this is what it's all about to the Clave; you do as they say or they toss you aside and leave you to rot." He wrinkled his nose disdainfully. "In your own filth, no less. You stink of piss and fear."
"I'm not afraid-" Jace started to protest, automatically, but as he stepped out of the cell and felt the way his pants clung to his legs, his face reddened with embarrassed heat and he ducked his head. Only for a moment, however, as a sword was thrust into his hand and several people suddenly charged at each other from either side of him, a chaotic clash of metal and hard decisions. Valentine had the second of the Mortal Instruments, the Soul Sword, now in his hands, and he called for Jace to follow him as an indentured warlock opened a portal for the Circle's departure. For their escape. Jace was torn. But as Valentine ordered the last of his followers remaining to slaughter the Shadowhunters left alive in the catacombs, Jace's mind was made up for him. He whirled on the spot and ran the traitors through, ever the expert fighter even now, but it was too little, too late. The expression on Valentine's face as he turned and vanished through the portal - with the Sword, but without Jace - was unreadable, but one meaning was all too evident in the determination of his gaze. He would be back.
Jace, breathing hard, held his hand out to the man he had just saved, at the cost of the Sword, the man who had had him locked up here in the first place. Aldertree glanced reluctantly at the hand, but took it, and Jace pulled the man to his feet without looking him in the eye. He couldn't. Disgust roiled through his blood, burning, though he could no more pin down what - or who - it was most justifiably aimed at, than he had just pinned down Valentine. But he suspected it was himself.
The Institute loomed stark and judgmental as Aldertree and Jace arrived. His sentence had been cut short, it seemed, but Jace still felt like a prisoner. And despite saving Aldertree's life back in the Silent City, the man would not relent. He'd lost Valentine and the Sword, apparently by design if Aldertree's twisted ranting was to be believed. It was all Jace could do not to fight him, too. He'd made all the wrong decisions, all the way here. And where had it got him? He felt worse than he ever had, perhaps even more so than he had as a child because now he had only himself to blame.
He didn't even speak to Clary as he walked back through the familiar echoing halls of the Institute. She was crying over something, but she had friends who could comfort her without complicating things, without wanting something from her that should never be given. Without wanting her. He turned his mismatched eyes away and tried to forget. Tried to forget what he'd seen, what he'd heard, what he'd felt... Tried so hard to forget her... or maybe just himself. He closed the door of his own room feeling as if he was out of place all over again, sliding down to the floor in abject defeat, his back against the wall leaving smears of blood and dirt trailing down behind him and his forehead slumped on his filthy knees, but he didn't notice any more. He didn't care. He was all out of whatever it was in him that let him care. Or so he told himself to keep it all at bay.
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Alec's brows were knitted even more tightly than usual, though with good reason this time. His parabatai had been back where he belonged - as far as Alec was concerned, naysayers be damned - for a few weeks, but it seemed like a part of him had never left the City of Bones. He wasn't his usual cocky self, his unique eyes somehow hollow, haunting, his answers to questions given in monosyllables and grunts, or even just the occasional glare. He spent his time at the Institute more often than not simply shut away in his room, and when he wasn't there his actions were reckless in a whole different way to how they had been, taking on a much darker, more self-destructive hue that had Alec's nerves permanently frayed. Jace might not have noticed - another alarming development - but Alec had been barely able to tear himself away from fussing around the other boy like a mother hen. Behaviour which normally would have earned him a scathing, if still good-natured, tongue-lashing of the sharpest tone and wit. But if Jace noticed, all he did about it was to push himself further away, retreat into himself and his room, and shut both literal and metaphorical doors firmly behind him.
Something was clearly wrong. Alec didn't need the insight of the parabatai bond to know that. And he had no idea what to do about it. Whatever it was, it ate him up inside almost as badly as it was obviously eating away at Jace.
Magnus, astute as he was, had certainly not missed the change in his moody young lover. He had, of course, invited Alec to share his problems, and for once the Shadowhunter had felt perfectly able to lean on someone else... but there was so little to tell. If only he knew what was tormenting Jace, he might have been able to do something about it, but this feeling of utter helplessness was alien to him and it was not something he knew how to combat at all. This was all such uncharted territory in every way and it was all the boy and his adoring warlock could do not to let themselves be drawn hopelessly into Jace's black hole with him.
"He's not used to being anything but the Clave's golden boy," Magnus tried for what seemed like the thirteenth time, "this is just a space he's never occupied before, he needs time and he needs to know he still has friends no matter what else is going on with him, or what kind of bitching and backstabbing the Clave is flinging around right now."
Alec nodded, but without any real conviction. He couldn't seem to drag his eyes up off a small loose thread in Magnus's floor rug, likely the work of Chairman Meow, but when he finally did it was the earnest, worried eyes of the ancient, enigmatic man who loved him that his gaze fell upon, and once again his heavy heart skipped a little faster to see such pure and unfettered emotion there. So real, and for him.
"You're probably right--" he began with a sigh, but Magnus suddenly shuffled in his seat in a way that Alec recognised as meaning the warlock had an idea. Questioning blue eyes met sparkling golden cat's eyes, alight with purpose. "Okay, what?"
"Bring him here. I can set up a guest room for him. He's bound to do better out from under the watchful eye of that insufferable Aldertree. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do know that if Wonderboy is unhappy, you're unhappy, and I can't just sit by and watch you mope around all day. You're bringing down the whole vibe of this awesome pad. I won't have it."
His tone was characteristically glib, but the sincerity warmed his eyes and Alec could practically feel it washing over him like a physical embrace. He already felt lighter.
"You sure?"
"Just do it, before I realise what I've done and start regretting it."
It was actually almost comical, then, when the door to Magnus's loft made a thunderous announcement of a new arrival with a heavy fist, and upon Magnus opening it with a glittering wave of his hand and a raised (perfectly groomed) eyebrow, a rather gloomy-looking Jace stomped in, carrying a couple of black duffel bags over his shoulder and practically wearing his own personal storm cloud over his head. He took a deep breath that seemed like it came more from the depths of his soul than just his lungs, and fixed a strangely almost-apologetic glare on Magnus's bemused face.
"You've got a spare room, right?"
"Well, that was quick."
Alec couldn't stifle a little snort of laughter, much to Jace's confusion and Magnus Bane's delight; it was good to hear a happy sound from the boy after so many morose days.
"Right this way. I swear, I had no idea my home had 'halfway house for wayward Shadowhunters' painted on the door..."
Shaking his head, but still grinning, Alec trotted along behind them to get Jace settled into his new digs.
The third night into his stay at the warlock's fanciful abode, Jace still couldn't sleep. He hadn't even really been bothered to change out of the jeans he wore that day... or the last few days... or whatever it was. Like it mattered. He'd just discarded his shirt haphazardly and resigned himself to another long night with his thoughts. Though he still hadn't taken up the offer from Alec, Magnus, and several others, to talk about what had happened to him, it all nevertheless was a constant weight on his mind. He had indeed left something of himself back there, or brought the place out with him. Perhaps it had been traded. Whatever the case, here he was again, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling without fully seeing it. A montage of humiliation stuck on a soul-crushing loop behind his pained asymmetrical eyes. The nagging pressure in his lower abdomen, all too familiar and now so dreadfully significant, barely acknowledged consciously but all too pressing in those darker corners of his mind that had grown so much in recent times, only serving to remind him of things best forgotten and intensify his black mood. Perhaps worse was the steady, increasing, wonderful and terrible pulsing response in his nether regions. How the hell had it come to this? What was wrong with him? It was so easy to blame the demon blood pumping throughout his traitorous veins for this perversion, but somehow that didn't feel like enough. Like he couldn't just write off all the awful things he felt, he wanted, he needed, without punishing himself as well. Valentine had tried to tell him that he couldn't help his desperate, aching desire for Clary - for the girl he had loved, who had, in a horrid cosmic joke at his expense, turned out to be his own sister, of all people - that he couldn't be blamed for any nasty, dark things that lurked within his tainted heart. He both wanted to believe that and couldn't bring himself to, all at once. The excuse to cast responsibility for himself somewhere else, anywhere else, was so tempting, too tempting, but that only made it harder for him to accept it.
His eyes finally drifted away from the ceiling for a moment, alighting on one of his thick leather belts draped over the top of his slightly open wardrobe door, and it grabbed his gaze and held it, whispering half-formed ideas straight into his skull. The effort it took to peel himself off the bed and take the few steps across the room was outlandishly disproportionate to the action itself, as if he were weighed down by every ounce of guilt in his heart, but as his hand closed around the heavy hide strap his strength seemed to flow back into the corded muscle of his arms and ripple through his shoulders and back, tensing his body with portentous expectations. He kicked aside the luxurious carpet rugs and dropped to his knees on the dark wood floor, folding the belt up into a few loops in his fist and dropping his head forward and down with a shuddering sigh of what almost felt like the precursor to relief. The first swing, the first resounding impact, forced a sharp breath from his lungs and made him tense his jaw tightly, but it also promised something that felt almost like sanity. Breathing in hard through his nose and harder out through clenched teeth, he gripped the belt white-knuckle tight and swung again. Harder. Harder. Harder.
Magnus was sleeping so soundly, so peacefully, that even a rogue banshee in his living room might have had a bit of an issue waking him, but Alec had been having trouble with insomnia lately, no doubt as a result of the turmoil bleeding through the parabatai bond from Jace's end. And what the hell was that sound? It was rhythmic, solid, but not a drum beat. It was by no means even all that loud, like a heartbeat but somehow... violent. He might have missed it completely if it hadn't been in perfect synch with the strangest sensation throbbing under the parabatai rune above the point of his hip and radiating outward, weaving hot yet chilling tendrils through all the fibres of his being. Like suffering and salvation inextricably entwined, and... something else... something Alec couldn't quite pin down or understand. And it made the stoic young Shadowhunter feel close to tears without any idea why.
He slipped silently out of Magnus's enormous plush bed, landing lightly on the balls of his feet and stealing an enamoured glance at the dreaming warlock before padding quietly down the hall toward the faint yet curious sound, and the source of the worrying sense of... whatever it was... beating through his rune.
Alec crept up to the guest room door, unsure why he felt such a need for stealth but oddly sure of it for whatever reason, and he raised his hand with every intent to knock, but his knuckle paused merely half an inch or so from the wood as it became apparent that there was no evidence that anyone else was actually in there with Jace to cause the sounds that were so strangely reminiscent of battle, yet also not. In fact, quite the opposite. The muffled sounds coming from the other side of that door were baffling, yes, but they somehow sounded incredibly... private. An interpretation backed up rather than contradicted by the feelings that bled through the bond with greater clarity and intensity with Alec's attention and the increase in proximity. Even so, the echo of pain in those waves Jace was unwittingly broadcasting to him made Alec only hesitate briefly before ever so carefully inching the door open enough to see what the other boy was doing to cause such disturbances in the Force.
And Alec's jaw dropped open, his breath halting for a moment before speeding up with a kind of flutter as his brain struggled to sort itself out with this new information. And that image that would no doubt be with him to the grave now...
Jace's bare back was facing the door (luckily for Alec on so many levels), the muscles taut and standing out in chiseled precision under his sleek, bronzed skin. That skin, already so intricately marked with the fine silvery scars of healed runes and the larger, coarser scars of wounds, was covered in angry red lines; the tracks of fresh welts and open gashes that wept blood freely, as if trying to make up for the tears Jace had never shed. The cruel dance of the belt lashing across his skin in a perfect rhythm was mesmerising, even though Alec flinched a little each time it connected. It took him a few more moments to spot the almost graceful arcs of Jace's blood in two spattered lines behind him, thrown by the makeshift flogger, across the dark hardwood floor where the red nearly blended in too well to see in the candlelight, but for the shine giving it away, and up one side of the bed on his left. Like... like a visceral shadow of wings lost.
Alec was so caught up in the incredible, troubling, somehow agonisingly beautiful sight before him, and all the myriad of emotions - both recognisable and not, both right and so, so wrong - that it was forcibly drawing out of his most guarded depths, that it took him a few seconds more before he realised that Jace had stopped. He remained in position, still, shoulders heaving, head down, sweat-soaked blond hair falling across his face and sticking to his brow, but his hand holding the belt was still now. Mostly. A slight tremor was only just visible as it rested against his thigh, still holding onto the folded belt with a vice-like grip, and it was this that finally almost made Alec run to his side. However, he hesitated, and it was this that allowed him to realise that Jace's left hand was not done yet. Slowly, as if reluctantly, it moved to the belt Jace was actually wearing, unbuckling it with a shaky fumble that made the metal ring out before it fell away, then working at the clasp of his tight black jeans. Alec's breath stopped again and his eyes widened in recognition of what Jace was doing, and he almost laughed as the thought flitted unbidden through his head - so he does that left-handed, huh - but he managed to stay frozen, silent, at the crack of the door, barely noticing how sweaty his grip had become.
Jace's arm muscles rippled, the candlelight lending his sweat-slick skin and the blood dribbling down his back an otherworldly golden glow offset by darker, dancing shadows, an effect that suited him so well it would be hard to imagine him any other way for a while, Alec could already tell. This was a sight that would make its way into far too many dreams for Alec's own good, but he could not turn away. Hell, it was all he could do to so much as blink. He bit his lip as Jace's breathing got faster, as his elbow jogged at his side, and it took Alec a while again to realise with a hot rush of embarrassment that Jace wasn't alone in his covert activity anymore; this was wrong, so wrong, he shouldn't be watching this, and he certainly shouldn't be jerking himself off at the door like a creeper, but oh god he couldn't bring himself to take his hand away, let alone his eyes, and he would just deal with the inevitable guilt and shame later. He held his breath in intervals, trying desperately to keep himself silent as he used his left hand, like Jace, maybe because of Jace, to bring himself to the edge all too fast. He fought back the overwhelming wave of blissful oblivion with quite a struggle, but he couldn't let himself finish before Jace did. He had to see this through to the end. It had become as necessary as breathing. He opened his eyes again, having been forced to close them if he was going to have any hope of holding off, and the vision that met his gaze forced him immediately back to that edge and nearly shoved him straight over it without pause, because Jace had at last lifted his head and tilted it back in obvious carnal pleasure, those beautiful mismatched eyes closed and his teeth clamped down hard enough on his lower lip to draw more blood as the light played over his glistening golden skin, his wet-dark golden hair, and the shifting shadows between his ribs as he bucked and panted roughly through his orgasm.
Alec had to stifle a bestial groan that threatened to rumble up from places he never thought he possessed, as he watched his friend come harder than Alec had even thought possible, obviously letting himself release straight into his own pants and wiping his hand on the inside of his boxer briefs as he dragged it back out. Alec tried to remind himself to breathe. He should leave. He should definitely leave, right now. Before Jace saw him and everything was ruined forever. There was no way their relationship would survive intact if Jace spotted him lurking. With his cock in hand, no less. But he couldn't seem to convince his feet to move, even as his panic started to build at an exponential rate. Dammit, move--
But then it struck him. Jace was still right where he'd been this whole time, same position, same pose, except for having his head hung back down again, still panting though. Sure, he might just be recovering still, which would be no surprise given what Alec had just witnessed, but... but then the boy was biting down on his lip again, his knees had slid slightly further apart as if he had relaxed into his position more, and sort of sagged where he knelt. And his breath hitched again, sharply, his head snapping up an inch or so as he tensed momentarily and then relaxed again just as suddenly, and--
...And Alec heard a kind of harsh hissing sound, so unlike the sharp intake of breath Jace had just made, and continuous. He was just starting to tilt his head in unspoken question when he saw the spreading darkness on the leg of Jace's jeans, shining wetly, and the growing pool beneath his knees, and it slowly, shockingly, dawned on him what Jace was actually doing. Alec's eyes were probably at their absolute widest now, and yet he apparently still had a little room left for surprise as it went up another notch when it came to his attention that he was, in fact, harder than ever. Even more so than minutes ago when it had been almost painful and he had been on the verge of exploding without even needing his hand. He was breathing about as raggedly as Jace, now, his hard-on straining against his pants and throbbing in warning of imminent release. He could only gasp and grip the door even tighter as he stared at Jace, Jace wetting himself, Jace deliberately wetting himself, and despite his efforts his knees gave out and Alec came in a hot mess of ecstatic confusion. This must be what Jace felt, he kind of vaguely thought in a tangle of strangely detached curiosity and feral, animalistic incoherence, as he slipped to the floor without really knowing he was. It was probably only sheer luck that prevented Jace from hearing over his own lustful groan as Alec scrambled to get himself back into the hallway before he gave himself away, and he just managed to slip back into Magnus's darkened bedroom before he heard the unmistakable sound of Jace getting to his feet and rushing to his own door in what was surely a panic given that Alec had been unable to close it as he fled. And oh shit, the sweaty handprint... He didn't think he believed in any particular god or faith, but he was breathlessly praying that Jace wouldn't find out that he had been there, all the same. His blood was pounding so loudly he was so sure it would wake Magnus up, and he had no idea how he would ever be able to explain his current state. Hell, he couldn't explain it to himself, let alone anyone else. Certainly not to his doting lover. Maybe, with his seventeen thousand previous lovers, Magnus would be better equipped to know what was going on in Alec's head - and his body - than Alec could ever hope to, but there was no way he was going to ask, or even hint, not if there was any way around it. This was too much for words, and though Magnus had known about Alec's complex and difficult feelings for Jace, they were together now. Alec and Magnus. Not Jace. Fuck, was this cheating? He loved Magnus, that was no different. So what the fuck was this? Fuck.
A little while later, the soft double click of Jace's door shutting and locking reached Alec's ringing ears, and then the distinctive sound of the shower running reminded him of the sinful, sticky mess in his own briefs. Feeling himself blush hotly, yet thankfully invisibly in the darkness, Alec grabbed a towel and a fresh pair of underwear and sneaked off to Magnus's bathroom to clean up... at least on the outside. He doubted he would ever be able to scrub away what had happened on the inside, though - but then again, weird as it was, and a bad idea in pretty much every way, he couldn't even begin to convince himself that he actually wanted to. He sure as hell didn't understand it - any of it, either Jace's side or his own - but damned if he hadn't felt it all the way to his core.
The next morning, Magnus had woken up before either of the boys, for good reasons he was thankfully as yet unaware of, and provided pancakes that filled the loft with an aroma that was nothing short of magical. He did wonder why his two young house guests were acting kind of strangely and why Jace was moving stiffly and had a cut on his lip that he hadn't bothered to use a healing rune for, or why Alec seemed like he was alternately either staring at or hiding his hands, but whatever, Shadowhunters were an odd lot, and teenagers even more so, and Chairman Meow was winding around his ankles purring and begging for maple syrup and generally making every step a bit of a life-threatening gamble, and breakfast was too good to be worrying about the vagaries of teenage Shadowhunters, anyway. The warlock grinned at his guests as he put a plate down in front of each of them.
"Sleep well?" |
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He was glad that he had his own part of the void that stored all of his puppets. It allowed him to do whatever he wanted without having to worry about other people. There was still one person that could come and bother him. Error hoped that the rainbow freak didn't show up and interrupt him since he had spent most of his day out and destroying AUs like he normally did. His bladder was definitely feeling a lot fuller than when he had left earlier. He didn't want to deal with it any longer than he had to.
Error didn't notice when a portal opened behind him until he heard the sound of someone else walking around his home. He glanced over his shoulder at the other skeleton and sighed. There wasn't a reason in the universe for the other to even be near him.
"What are you doing here?" Error questioned as he turned around.
"Just came by to see which ones I have to remake," Ink sang.
The other skeleton didn't seem to notice his opposite's troubles. He seemed entirely focused on trying to fix what he did even though he could do it from his own home. It was going to be difficult trying to convince the rainbow freak that he didn't need to be anywhere near him especially when he had barely been home.
"Why are you still here?!" He shouted.
"I want to make sure you don't do anything else," the rainbow skeleton answered.
"I don't need a babysitter," Error growled.
"Doesn't matter since you were probably going to ruin another universe," Ink responded.
Error shook his head and tried to ignore the other skeleton. He was going to have to wait until he got left alone to deal with the pressure that was still growing. It wasn't very bad yet and he could tell that it was only going to get worse the longer the other stayed. There wasn't very much that he could do aside from making sure all his puppets were still in good condition.
Ink cocked his head to the side as he watched the glitched skeleton went around doing his own thing. The other seemed to be more tense than usual which was very strange. He was very curious to find out what was wrong with him. It was bizarre for him to even be in the same void area with the other even though they were quite similar.
He had hoped that they had been able to be friends but, so far they hadn't been able to figure it out. They knew quite a bit about each other. Ink didn't really know how to get the other to see him as anything other than an annoyance and it hurt him deeply. There was something about being ignored instead of being talked to.
Error shifted his weight around a bit since it was getting worse a lot quicker than he had originally thought it would. He briefly thought about going to the far edge of his void but, brushed the idea away. It wasn't like he could make up something that that the other would believe. There had to be some way for him to get left alone.
"Why don't you find something else to do?" Error growled, annoyed.
"I like seeing what you do when you're not being completely evil," Ink answered.
"It's still annoying and very distracting," he said.
"There's not a lot that you can about it. Also, what is truly bugging you?" The rainbow skeleton asked.
"What does that have to do with anything?" The glitched skeleton inquired.
He tried to get himself to stay still but, he couldn't. It felt like there was a big rock sitting in his nonexistent stomach and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Error knew that he should do something about it even though he wasn't alone. The glitched skeleton put a hand against his abdomen and flinched at the bulge he felt. There was a brief thought that he wouldn't make it.
Ink watched as the glitched skeleton started wiggling around as he continued to look over his puppets. He thought it was quite funny to see him acting like a little kid. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the other was only going to get worse and worse.
"Why don't you just go already?" Ink inquired curiously.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Error responded.
"You can't seem to stand still and are having difficulties focusing on what you're doing." He pointed out. "It's really funny to watch you struggle."
"Glad you're enjoying my pain. Now go away," the glitched skeleton whined.
He shoved his hands into his crotch as he started leaking. It seemed like there was no way he was going to get out of his current situation without making a complete mess. His ectoplasmic stomach felt like it was about to burst and he could feel liquid slowly going down his bones. The liquid had most definitely come from him and it was a color that thankfully blended into his black bones.
The feeling of eyes on him was making it lot worse. He knew that the rainbow freak was watching as he quickly lost control of his own body. Error could feel more urine making it's way out of him and there wasn't a thing he could do.
"Ahhh... D-don't look," he stuttered as he lost control.
Error tried to stop himself from soaking himself but, couldn't. His hand got drenched in black liquid and it ran down his legs to the floor. He also couldn't help all the moans that escaped him. They made his face turn a deep blue color even though it shouldn't have felt as good as it did.
Ink laughed as he watched the other skeleton wet himself like a babybones. It was one thing that he had never expected to see or hear from him. He could see the large puddle forming under the glitched skeleton and listened to the noises the other made. They definitely didn't sound like he hated what was going on. It made him feel a bit weird.
He sighed, groaned, and moaned as his bladder slowly emptied itself. Error didn't know that his bladder was as big as it was since it seemed like he would never stop. It felt amazing to finally let go even if he did it as a little kid would. There was going to a lot cleaning up for him to do after he was done and alone.
"Seems like you're definitely enjoying yourself over there," Ink chuckled.
"I-it's your f-f-fault," Error argued weakly.
"It's not my fault that you don't know how to ask for the bathroom like an adult," he shot back.
Error shut up as his stream slowed down to a slight drip. He looked down at his soaked shorts and large puddle. It made him feel ashamed of himself for basically giving up on everything. There wasn't much he could do other than snap at the rainbow freak for mocking him. |
Jenna smiled sympathetically as she bid her good friend goodbye, having come over last night with all the necessary items for someone with a stomach bug. When her friends were sick, Jenna was always the first person to stay over and help out.
Jenna pulled herself into her car and pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer from her bag, rubbing it over her thin hands. She definitely couldn't afford to get sick right now, not with everything that was happening at work, but she wasn't too worried -- she rarely caught anything.
Her day at the office went as usual. She drank her morning coffee, answered some e-mails, worked on the latest edition of Fashion Girl magazine and prepared for the meeting she had at the end of the day. Jenna had recently been promoted into her position as Junior Editor of the magazine and was dying to prove herself to her boss and the rest of the lead editing team who would all be at the meeting. She was nervous but prepared.
Jenna was working hard on revising some parts of her pitch for the meeting when a feeling of uneasiness stirred in her stomach. She looked down to the mug of coffee in front of her and pegged it as the culprit, pushing it across her desk and vowing to have no more. She couldn't afford to be off her game during this meeting, not even slightly. Knowing that water was the best cure for her stomach after too much coffee, Jenna grabbed her metal water bottle and left to fill it at the water fountain down the hall.
When Jenna returned, it was about 3 o'clock -- only 2 hours until her meeting. Jenna's stomach fluttered with butterflies, nervous for her pitch. She sat back down at her desk and resumed her work diligently, going over what she planned to say and trying to make every line perfect.
At 3:30, Jenna felt the uneasiness come back with vengeance. The feeling started as a slight uncomfortable twinge but began to get worse until she was bent over at her desk, hands on her lower stomach. Jenna looked out of her office door down the hallway with dread -- she loathed using public bathrooms. Ever since she was a little girl, she was mortified by the idea of someone even knowing that she had to pee, let alone hearing as she relieved herself in the most basic of ways. Pooping with someone able to hear was out of the question. The nerves that stirred in her body as she thought about this only made the pain in her stomach worse.
Forcing herself to push through, Jenna drank more water in an attempt to soothe her upset stomach. When the clock struck 4, the wave of pain had ended and Jenna felt worlds better. She filled up her water bottle again and drank a third of it quickly, attributing her feeling better to the large amount of water she had been drinking.
'I must have just been dehydrated,' She thought with relief, going back to putting the final touches on her pitch.
At 4:30, Jenna suddenly felt sickness throughout her whole body. She was sweating slightly, her muscles were a little tired and her stomach seemed to toss and turn inside her body. She thought of her friend that she had stayed the night with and bent over once again, holding her stomach.
'No, no, no,' She thought frantically, 'Please not today.'
The pain got worse and worse until Jenna finally gave in, deciding she had to use the public bathroom. As she tried to stand, she felt a spasm between her cheeks and she instinctively grabbed her ass with her hand and bent her legs at the knees, holding her thighs together. On top of the pain in her intestines, Jenna noticed a pain in her bladder, growing quickly from the over a gallon of water she had drank since arriving at work today.
'This can't be happening,' Jenna thought, feeling as though she might cry. Her intestines burned horribly and she could feel something threatening to leak into her panties at any moment. She tightened her asshole and held back the tears, determined to make it to the bathroom.
Jenna forced herself to walk down the hallway, her asshole agonizing from trying to stay tight. Her walk was stiff and her cheeks burned red but she managed to make it there, her stride quickening the closer she got to a toilet. Jenna entered the bathroom to find it empty and practically bursted into a stall, feeling like she might both piss and shit her skirt in seconds if she didn't get it off of her.
Being so close to the toilet, Jenna's body got overzealous and gave out on her. Jenna buckled at the knees horribly, one hand between her legs and pressed against her bursting pussy and the other holding onto the railing on the stall wall for support. She was sweating badly now, her stomach burning and turning with a horrible pain that threatened to explode into her panties and drip down her leg any moment. She stood stuck in this position for what seemed like centuries, unable to move a muscle lest she soil her skirt beyond any hiding. Jenna began to cry both from the humiliating situation she was in as well as the incredibly pain deep in her abdomen, all on top of her meeting that was being ruined.
When she finally gained control of her bodily functions, Jenna scrambled to undo her belt. She squirmed as she fought with it, becoming increasingly frustrated. As she finally got the buckle loose, she heard someone enter the bathroom.
Jenna's stomach sank. She couldn't do this. The thought of how loud what she was about to do might be was too much for her to take, she couldn't even think of what she would do if it smelled. Jenna sat with her bare ass on the toilet, so close to relief, clenching her ass muscles with all of her might.
'If I can just wait until she leaves, I'll be okay,' She thought, sweating profusely.
The woman sat down and peed, groaning slightly with relief. Jenna felt her pussy spasm, the sound of the woman's pee flooding into the toilet water proving too much for her. Jenna's hand shot between her legs before she could stop herself, bare fingers against her pussy that she now could not take off without everything she was holding in gushing out. The woman sat for a few excruciating moments, possibly on her phone, in which Jenna's stomach began to hurt horribly again. Finally, the woman flushed, causing a spurt of pee to squirt onto Jenna's fingers. Jenna almost moaned aloud, the relief was almost orgasmic, especially with her fingers pressed against her peehole and clit. She tried to keep her fingers still, disgusted by the deep pleasure that flooded through her whole body every time her fingers moved.
The woman then washed her hands, the sound of the water agonizing on Jenna's ears. She felt her body moments from giving out, her asshole aching from the strain of holding her diarrhea in. The water turned off and Jenna's heart leapt -- she would get relief as soon as the woman left.
The woman looked at herself in the mirror, casually dried her hands but then did not leave. Jenna listened quietly as the woman seemed to walk toward her stall until heels appeared under her door. They were the shoes of her boss, Adelaide. Jenna felt a sinking feeling.
'"Who's in there?" She asked. Jenna was mortified.
"Hello? Excuse me? Who is in there?" Her voice was serious. Jenna's trembled.
"It's Jenna Wheeler," She replied meekly, her urge to pee and stomach pains worsened by the nerves that now coursed through her body.
"Well you've been in there since before I came in. I don't pay you to sit on the toilet on your phone."
"I-I'm sorry, I'm not on my phone," Jenna stammered, now rubbing her pussy to keep from beginning to piss right in the middle of talking to her boss. She struggled to find something to say. She couldn't tell the truth. "I thought I might be sick but I'm fine now," She blurted out.
"Well then let's go, Jenna," Adelaide said in an annoyed voice, "It's 4:43 and you know that if you're not 15 minutes early here, you're late. And if you're late, you can just head home because I don't like to have my time wasted."
Jenna began to cry but managed to force herself to stand, pulling her hand out from between her legs. The pain in her intestines was a dull, uncomfortable feeling right now and she thought to herself that she might be able to get through this. Her pitch was less than 10 minutes and as long as she got that out, she could afford to miss the rest of the meeting.
She forced herself to follow Adelaide, trying to walk as though she wasn't about to burst. Entering the room of successful men and women here to judge her, Jenna wished she had at least peed while she had the chance, the urgency in her bladder proving more persistent than that in her ass currently.
To Jenna's relief, Adelaide spoke little at the beginning of the meeting, as everyone knew this was a pitch meeting. Jenna and a few of her peers were here to pitch ideas to the big dogs. This was Jenna's first time being able to actually pitch her own idea to the editors rather than helping someone a little higher up improve their idea. This was her big shot.
Finally, Adelaide introduced Jenna and gave her the floor. Jenna walked stiffly to the front, fearful that the tiniest leak would become unstoppable, but managed to make it there without incident.
For about 4 minutes, everything went well. Jenna explained her ideas for the new seasonal spread of the magazine and surprised herself with how eloquent she managed to be, given that her stomach was beginning to burn horribly now. As the 5th minute rolled around, Jenna felt something awful.
Her intestines began to burn like nothing compared to what she had experienced today. It came on quickly and suddenly, causing Jenna to put a hand on her stomach and double over slightly.
"Miss, are you alright?" A gentleman sitting closer to her asked, concern on his face but a hill rising in his pants from seeing Jenna in this uncomfortable position.
Jenna's cheeks burned red with humiliation, "I'm fine," She replied with a strained voice and smile, forcing herself to stand upright and resuming her sentence.
It didn't last long. Jenna felt as suddenly her need to relief herself in both ways came to a peak, taking over her body. She bucked again at her knees, her hand shooting between her legs and against her pussy before she could stop it, her asshole tightening as much as she could. Jenna could feel the large volume of liquid that was threatening to gush from her pussy and the shit pressing against her anus as hard as it could.
Everyone was staring at her in disbelief. A few people including Adelaide stood and walked toward her but no one could do anything.
"Go take care of yourself," Adelaide whispered to Jenna, the judgment thick in her voice, but Jenna couldn't move. If she moved her hand or unclenched her thighs for even a second, she was sure that she would lose control. With only a skirt on instead of pants, there would be nothing to stop the piss and shit from dripping down her legs for everyone to see.
The room full of Jenna's bosses and coworkers simply stared as Jenna squirmed and rubbed her pussy, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
'Please no, please no, this can't be happening,' Jenna thought in a panic.
"Jenna," Adelaide scolded quietly, obviously embarrassed by Jenna's display, "That is enough. Control yourself and get out of here."
Adelaide took Jenna by the arm and began to guide her out of the room. Her grip wasn't hard but it was enough to make Jenna lose her balance, forcing her to unclench her thighs to catch herself.
Jenna gasped. She felt as wet poo escaped into her panties. She clenched her thighs together, inadvertently leaning on Adelaide, who tried to lean away but reflexively supported Jenna's weight.
"What is that smell?" She asked in a disgusted voice and everyone else began smelling it, too.
Jenna was in hell. Tears began to fall from her eyes as her body gave out on her. She clenched her ass with all her might but another poop slipped out audibly, causing everyone to look. Her face burnt red. Finally at the point of no return, Jenna began trying to leave the room. Walking proved fatal and she felt as her asshole spasmed over and over, wet shit dripping out with every step. Everyone watched as shit began to drip down her legs and into her shoes. Jenna was now sobbing and frozen, her legs buckling again. She was now in the middle of the hallway outside the conference room, within eyeshot of the bathroom, with even more people looking at her. She stood, thighs together and hand rubbing her pussy mortifyingly, while her body continued to give out on her. She began pooping horribly, having full on diarrhea in front of everyone. A particular large shit caused her bladder to let go and a hiss could be heard as the gallon of water that was now sloshing against her bladder gushed out all over her feet. She continued to shit and pee herself for what felt like an eternity, giving in to the intense relief that coursed through her body. |
Story Notes:
The Chun-Li in this story is based off her classic costume as seen in this gallery. A tight blue spandex qipao with a matching blue leotard and shiny bronze tights underneath.
Feedback and reviews are welcome.
Chapter Notes:
This is a continuation of the first "Soiled Pride" storyline from this thread.
This story takes place many years after Chun-Li's gruesome defeat at the hands of Juri. The famous spring beauty tries to regain her status as the strongest woman in the world but fails in an epic blunder.
Comic images were made by LivingInfinite.
Warning: This story has graphic description of urinary and bowel incontinence along with violent combat, humiliation and vomiting. This is not for the faint of heart. If you are offended or disgusted at such subject matter, please do not read any further. You have been warned.Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chun-Li’ Soiled Pride: Part 2 – Return and Ruination
PROLOGUE: A FORLORN SLAVE
It has been over five years since Chun-Li’s brutal defeat at the hands of Juri in the streets of Thailand. Following her public humiliation Juri had kept the Chinese woman captive for six months. Day after day the Chun-Li was subjected to demeaning acts of torture and degradation. Juri continually found new and creative ways to destroy Chun-Li’s spirt until she was eventually reduced to empty shell of her former self.
With Chun-Li’s mind shattered and left in a catatonic state, Juri had grown bored of her plaything. Shortly afterwards the once proud Chinese warrior was locked in dog cage, still wearing her filthy ragged costume and sold to Bison as a sex slave. For the next year she was raped on a daily basis until she was eventually rescued at great cost by Cammy who had recovered from her own ordeal.
While Cammy was able to secure Chun-Li’s escape, she herself was captured and brutally devastated by Bison. Cammy was never heard from again.
INTERLUDE: THE SAD LIFE OF A BROKEN BEAUTY
It had taken many years of therapy for Chun-Li to recover mentally from her hellish experience. Even after her escape she was the subject of public debasement. Interpol and the Chinese government had disavowed her due to her disgraceful acts. Videos of her humiliating defeat went viral across the globe.
Since the day of her fateful defeat, Chun-Li had never again performed or trained in any martial arts. She had to move to a small unknown city in China to hide from public view while living in seclusion. The once mighty Chinese martial artist made a living by opening a small dance studio and became an aerobics instructor. There she would work to make a measly living, teaching local women to stay fit. Meanwhile her male students would pay simply gawk at her spandex clad body while doing stretches.
This would be Chun-Li’s live for several years until one fateful day…
CHAPTER 1: TRIUMPH OVER DESPAIR
Chun-Li was wrapping up one of her afternoon aerobics classes. She was wearing an outfit similar to her Alpha costume. It was a tight blue unitard with a matching leotard on top for extra support. Both garments had golden stripes along the side and on top she wore a light blue vest with similar gold trimmings.
Her class had just finished and as she was saying goodbye to her students she overheard some commotion from small grocery shop across the street.
“No, please! I paid you last week, I don’t have anything left.” Begged an old man.
Chun-Li peered out of her studio to see the elderly shop owner on his knees in front of a thuggish male. The thug was obviously a member of a local triad. He had been seen loitering the area before, threatening local shop owners.
The commotion escalated as the thug kicked over one of the shop stalls spilling vegetables onto the street.
“This is just a taste of what will happen if you aren’t willing to pay your protection fees. Hahaha!” Replied the thug.
“Please stop!” Urged the old shopkeeper.
The thug kicked the old man over and continued to kick him in the gut.
“Aarrgh! Stop! Help, someone please help! Aaarrgh!” The old man screamed as he was beaten.
Chun-Li saw the event take place. While her first instinct was to ignore it and turn away, her inner self could not let the injustice stand.
“Leave him alone!” Chun-Li yelled.
Chun-Li stepped out into the streets, revealing herself with her hands on her hips, her blue spandex outfit sparkling in the sun. The thug turned around to see the Chinese beauty defiantly standing across from him.
“Or what little lady?” The thug replied.
“Or I’ll give you a beating like you’ve never had before.” Chun-Li angrily decreed.
The Chinese beauty went into a fighting pose. This was the first time in over five years she had done anything remotely related to old life as a street fighter. She knew she was severely out of practice and was a little scared on the inside; however her sense of righteousness allowed her to carry on.
The thug laughed. “OK, show me what you’ve got.”
Chun-Li immediately darted forward and struck the thug with an open palm attack to his stomach. It was a clean hit and the impact sent the thug flying back several meters slamming into a wall. The thug was genuinely surprised at what happened, but was able to brush it off and stand back up.
“Not bad little lady, but you’re going to regret that. When I’m done with you you’ll be leaking cum out of your fat ass for days.” The thug retorted.
The thug charged at Chun-Li, unleashing a flurry of blows. The Chinese woman was able to block most of the strikes however she was noticeably slower and imprecise due to her years of neglected training. As the thug continued to press forward, one of his punches broke through Chun-Li’s guard and struck her directly in the face, leaving a large bruise on her cheek and a black eye. A follow up knee to the stomach sent Chun-Li reeling over in pain. She was now on her knees on the filthy streets.
“I won’t give up. I can’t give up.” Chun-Li muttered to herself.
As the thug approached, the fallen fighter countered with a flip kick. With her foot striking the thug right in the chin he was knocked off his legs and landed on his back, totally dazed. Meanwhile, Chun-Li landed on her feet into a graceful fighting pose. She had to balance herself a little as her lack of training had taken a toll on her acrobatic skills.
“Stay down!” Chun-Li yelled.
The thug ignored Chun-Li’s decree and stood back up. “Don’t count on it.”
With blinding speed, the thug performed a spinning roundhouse kick. Chun-Li was able to dodge out of the way but due to her lost prowess and sluggishness, she stumbled and was unable to keep her balance. This opening allowed the thug to land a fierce kick directly into Chun-Li’s stomach, leaving a muddy footprint on her outfit and sending her flying. Chun-Li flew across the street before rolling and sliding several meters to a dead halt. Her costume was now noticeably torn and covered with filth from the dirty street.
Chun-Li spat out some blood and slowly stood back up into a fighting pose. She wasn’t finished just yet. While she was visibly exhausted and covered with sweat, so was her opponent. The two charged at each other in a final clash. In the blink of an eye, a loud shockwave erupted as the two collided. Dust blasted into the air around them.
Spectators saw the thug flying out of the dust cloud and into a dumpster as the impact caused the lid to slam shut. All the local bystanders looked back the other way as the dust cloud settled. There stood Chun-Li, panting and covered with sweat in a battle ready pose.
The Chinese fighter was victorious. The moment created ripple of confidence and pride that surged through Chun-Li’s body. She was back! Once again she was a noble warrior of beauty and honor. Chun-Li then stood in a bold victory pose for everyone to see.
It was over. The mighty Chinese fighter had defeated the thug and rescued the local shopkeeper who thanked her dearly for her act of valor. That night Chun-Li walked home for the first time in five years with her head held up high, brimming with confidence as the locals cheered.
CHAPTER 2: OVERCONFIDENCE, THE ROAD TO RUIN
Chun-Li awoke the next morning in her slummy apartment. She was no doubt sore from yesterday’s battle but she was feeling better than she had ever been her entire life, filled with confidence and pride.
That morning Chun-Li was eating a large bowl of oatmeal for breakfast while watching the morning news.
“In today’s news, a local aerobics instructor had defeated an infamous triad member while rescuing a shopkeeper.”
The headline caught Chun-Li’s attention. Her eyes were glued to the tiny TV set.
“This brave act of vigilante justice has caused the local populace to stand up against the racketeering from local triad.”
Chun-Li smiled after gulping down her last spoonful of oatmeal. The news report continued as the reporter interviewed some random pedestrians who were all praising Chun-Li for her valiant act.
The Chinese beauty stood up and stepped in front of a mirror. She was wearing just a sports bra and panties as she posed confidently to stare at her reflection. She stepped closer to examine the various bruises across her body and face. She turned around, overheard something from her TV.
“Breaking news! Our reporter is on scene at the known headquarters of the local triad.”
Chun-Li sat back down at her breakfast table focused on the news report. On screen was the elderly shopkeeper, he was on his knees being held down by his hair. The person holding him down was a woman in what appeared to be a female in a luchador wrestling outfit. Chun-Li thought it looked ridiculous but set that aside as she was worried for the old man.
“This is the local triad leader known as Rainbow Mika. She has known ties to the Russian mafia lead by Zangief. What do you have to say for yourself?” The reporter approached R.Mika but kept her distance. She pointed the microphone at her for a statement. Mika responded.
“Whoever this dumb vigilante bitch is, I want to show her what her actions have brought to the people of this city.” Mika then struck the old man in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious to the ground.
“I challenge this vigilante to a one on one fight. 3 PM right here. If she doesn’t show up then the old man gets it and we’ll all know that she was too pussy to challenge me, Rainbow Mika, the strongest woman in the world!”
Chun-Li’s eyes opened wide as she heard that statement. That last sentence made her absolutely furious. Chun-Li knew that she was the strongest woman in the world. It was her rightful title and she’d be damned if she’s let some wrestler in a silly outfit take that from her.
The Chinese woman paused for a moment in deep thought. She had a plan now for an infamous comeback and to regain her renowned title. She stood up gallantly, walked over to her armoire and opened it. Inside hung her infamous street fighting costumes! Hung in a row were several identical costumes of various bright colours.
These costumes had hung in the darkness for years without seeing the light of day. Since her fateful defeat at the hands of Juri, Chun-Li had been too ashamed to wear it. Her original royal blue qipao and leotard were horrifically soiled with filth and her own bodily waste. Some of the terrible memories of those days flashed in Chun-Li’s mind. Remembering how she was forced to wear the same soiled outfit for over a year. Chun-Li also recalled how she was stripped of the costume and made to wear a Bison Doll outfit while being raped under his captivity. Every day she could see her ragged costume which hung on Bison’s mantle as a trophy.
The Chinese warrior remembered her humiliating ordeal but shook off the memories from her mind. She stared at the row of pristine colourful costumes, bushing her hand across the silky spandex fabric before picking one off the rack. Chun-Li picked the costume in sky blue, a lighter shade from her previous outfit but just as beautiful and shiny. Just behind it hung an identical outfit in peach pink.
Chun-Li laid out the costume on her bed and stared at it. For the first time in years, the sight of this costume no longer filled her with shame. Instead she felt a wave of strength and pride. The iconic outfit was a symbol of her true identity, a symbol of her confidence and honor. Her heart was racing simply in anticipation of putting it on again.
The Chinese beauty quickly stripped herself of her sports bra and panties. She stood completely naked as she slid on her shiny bronze spandex tights. While she used to wear waist high tights, this particular piece was actually comprised of a unitard to avoid slippage during high kicks and acrobatic moves.
Chun-Li slipped her legs in one at a time and pulled up the shiny bronze material. It felt amazing as the fabric slid across her naked skin. The garment was extremely tight, possibly 2 sizes too small for her now since most of her toned muscle mass had been replaced with fat due to her lack of vigorous training. Even though Chun-Li had been teaching aerobics on a daily basis, she was nowhere near the shape she used to be and had really let herself go physically. As she pulled the bronze unitard up over her shoulders she tugged at the material, smoothing out any wrinkles. Next she slipped on her sky blue tank leotard. It fit extremely tight and Chun-Li felt a slight sense of eroticism as the leotard’s leg holes wrapped tightly around her vulva and hips. The feeling felt so good and filled her with an extreme sense of confidence. Immediately Chun-Li could see that her poise had changed to a more self-assured posture.
Next, Chun-Li put on her sky blue spandex qipao which barely fit her. She buttoned up the dress and fitted her white belt over top, tightening the back one lace at a time. The outfit was so tight that Chun-Li had a bit of difficulty taking deep breaths, but soon got used to it. She then put on her white combat boots, spiky wristcuffs and tied her hair in her iconic ox horn buns with a white laced cover.
Chun-Li once again stood in front of the mirror in a confident pose. She noticed that the costume was indeed a size or two too small for her, but she was not deterred. In fact the tight outfit made her feel sexy and seductive in a way she had never felt before. The one missing element was to cover up the bruise and black eye on her face from yesterday’s battle.
The Chinese beauty spent over an hour applying layers of foundation and makeup. She hadn’t done herself up like this in years and went a little overboard. She put on a little too much colour as she now appeared with heavy eyeshadow and bright red lipstick over several layers of caked on makeup. Chun-Li stood in front of the mirror one final time looking absolutely perfect.
Chun-Li, once a broken woman was now standing tall and triumphant. She was filled to the brink with beauty, dignity and self-assurance. Never before in her life had she felt this confident, perhaps a little too confident.
The Chinese woman had a strategy in place for an astounding comeback. Her plan was to approach the challenge location secretly. She would use her boom box to play her famous theme music while jumping off a rooftop to reveal herself in a spectacular fashion.
“This is the perfect plan. Everyone will cheer at my return and once I defeat that silly wrestler I’ll have secured my title as the strongest woman in the world!” She thought to herself.
As Chun-Li began to head for the door, she felt a cramp in her stomach. She realized that she needed to relieve her bowels but didn’t want to spend another hour undressing the numerous layers of her costume. The challenge deadline was only a half hour away. Luckily, Chun-Li was able to let loose a long silent fart to relieve the pressure. The cramp subsided and Chun-Li confidently grabbed her boom box loaded with her theme music and headed out the door.
Chun-Li had forgotten about what had happened the last time she ignored the will of her bowels. This decision would soon turn out to be a grave mistake, possibly the worst mistake of Chun-Li’s life.
CHAPTER 3: A PLAN GOES AWRY
Chun-Li stepped into the streets. The bright sunlight reflected off of her sky blue outfit making her gleam with brilliance. Chun-Li felt the heat from the scorching sun across her spandex clad body and knew that her layered outfit would soon cause her to start sweating. She wanted to look perfect during her surprise debut and her bright costume was already drawing the attention of various pedestrians. Chun-Li made the decision to take a covert detour through the shaded alleys to the challenge location.
The confident Chinese fighter was about a block away from her destination still walking through the alleys. She was approaching the rooftop she had chosen to make her grand entrance but before she could climb the fire escape she felt another sudden cramp from her stomach.
Chun-Li used one hand to steady herself against the wall while she clutched her stomach with her other hand, dropping her boom box on the ground. The cramp was much more painful this time as it caused Chun-Li to bend her legs in an awkward position, stumbling to maintain balance.
“Uuughhh... Not now. Not now.” Chun-Li muttered.
She felt the pressure in her bowels increase as she tried to pass some more gas. What had started as a fart led to a release of a soft slimy loaf of fecal paste right into her leotard and tights. The load left a small bulge, but due to the extreme tightness of her spandex it had quickly spread out across her ass crack and taint.
Chun-Li lifted the rear of her skirt to see the damage. The once shiny sky blue spandex had stained to a brown patch of wet fabric. It held in place for now due to the tight elastic of her leotard bottoms.
“Oh god, no! No! No! No! This can’t be happening! My costume!” Chun-Li shrieked.
Chun-Li was mortified. She let go of her skirt and grabbed her boom box in an attempt to run home to change into her pink backup costume. However, before she could make way a she heard the sound of a pedestrian at the end of the alley.
“It’s her! The vigilante aerobic lady! She’s come to fight R.Mika!” Yelled a young woman pointing at Chun-Li from the end of the alley.
In an instant the alley flooded with people all pointing and cheering at Chun-Li.
“Oh my god! It’s her, the mighty Chun-Li!” Yelled a man.
“She’s back! Chun-Li is back! She’s going to fight Mika!!” Yelled another.
The crowd surrounded the Chinese beauty and guided her out of the alley. Chun-Li, still holding her boom box was grateful that her slimy accident was well hidden from public view by the rear of her qipao skirt. As the crowd shuffled the Chinese woman out of the alley she was momentarily blinded by the hot bright sunlight.
Chun-Li stepped onto the streets noticing that a massive crowd had gathered to witness the event. They all wowed in at the incredible sight of the beautiful Chinese woman wearing a tight shiny costume. She was practically glistening in the sunlight.
The Chinese beauty knew that her plan for a grand entrance had been ruined, just like her leotard bottoms but she continued on. She spotted R. Mika in the distance with her foot over the elderly shopkeepers head.
Chun-Li placed her boom box on a nearby food cart and pressed play. Her iconic theme music began to echo across the block as she strutted out into the middle of the street in an arrogant fasion. The crowd was absolutely in awe as they’ve never seen anyone in such an extravagant outfit in such a scummy part of the city.
The Chinese fighter began to perform several practice moves into various battle poses for show. Chun-Li was cautious not to do anything too extreme as to reveal the accident under her skirt. She knew she wouldn’t be able to do high kicks or flips. Heaven forbid if she attempted a kikoken or spinning bird kick.
Chun-Li continued to showcase herself for the next few minutes in sync with her musical theme.
“Behold my beauty and strength! I will show you the power of my kung fu!”
“I am Chun-Li! I am and always will be the strongest woman in the world!”
She ends her display with a confident victory pose and transitions into a battle stance. Mika is unimpressed. She kicks away the elderly shopkeeper and moves up to face Chun-Li.
“Hahaha, you’re nothing but pitiful overconfident little wannabe princess. Must be embarrassing to wear the costume of a woman who shat herself in public. Why don’t you go back home and teach aerobics before I completely ruin you.” Mika proclaimed.
“Don’t bet on it!” Chun-Li furiously replied.
The two women stared deeply into each other’s eyes and readied themselves for an epic battle.
Round One: Fight!
CHAPTER 4: THE FINAL DEFEAT
The two deadly beauties charged at each other with utter determination. Mika was the first to strike. Chun-Li was sluggish and unprepared due to her lack of training but was able to guard against the opening barrage from her years of fighting experience.
“Is that all you got?” Chun-Li asked.
“I’m just warming up!” Mika retorted.
Mika followed up with spinning kick. Chun-Li anticipated the attack and crouched into a sweeping kick, knocking Mika off her feet landing ass first onto the grimy street.
Chun-Li felt the muddy deposit between her legs squish and spread as a result of her last maneuver, but luckily the unsightly accident was well hidden under her skirt. The Chinese fighter stood back up into an arrogant victory pose, towering over the fallen Mika.
“You’re such an amateur. You don’t stand a chance against the strongest woman in the world!” Chun-Li mocked as her theme music played heroically in the background.
Mika flipped back up onto her feet into a battle stance and charged at the Chinese fighter once again. The toned wrestler continued to unleash a barrage of strikes but they were all blocked or deflected by Chun-Li. The Chinese beauty countered with several punches which Mika evaded, Chun-Li then followed up with several low kicks that struck Mika in the knee and abdomen.
Chun-Li was still cautious not to use high kicks or her signature moves in fear of revealing the mushy stain that was growing in-between her legs. As the Chinese fighter continued her assault, Mika soon realized that something was “off” about her opponent.
Noticing that Chun-Li wasn’t using her strongest moves, Mika took advantage of her opponent’s handicap. Mika flipped over Chun-Li and began a relentless assault with jumping strikes and high kicks. Chun-Li wasn’t able to block the high attacks with her legs as she was in her fear of revealing her accident. The Chinese woman was slow and inaccurate due to her lack of training. That plus her reliance on kicks put her at a huge disadvantage.
Mika continued her assault and eventually broke through Chun-Li’s feeble guard landing several strikes into her chest and face. Her last strike spun Chun-Li around 180 and Mika followed up with a drop kick to directly onto her back. The impact sent Chun-Li flying into a food cart and destroying her boom box causing her famous theme music to come to a screeching halt.
Chun-Li lied dazed in a humiliating position, face down and spread out on the filthy street floor. Her skirt was flipped over her back and several spectators spotted the mucky stain on Chun-Li’s otherwise shiny leotard and tights.
“Look! Chun-Li shat herself!” Cried a woman.
“The strongest woman in the world shat her leotard again! How pathetic.” Yelled another spectator.
Chun-Li was utterly humiliated. She groggily picked herself up and tried to wipe off what mud and filth she could from her previously spotless costume. It was now stained and patches of sweat were visible across her body.
“Aaaw, did the Chinese hooker soil her costume? Looks like you need some potty training.” Mika mocked. The crowed laughed at her remark.
Chun-Li was furious. She was dripping with sweat. Much of her makeup was smeared and her bruise from her previous battle was now visible.
“I won’t be defeated! Not like this! Aaaarrrgh!!!” Chun-Li yelled as she wildly charged towards Mika.
The Chinese warrior attacked with everything she had now that her shameful accident had been made public. Chun-Li performed a flowing combo of kicks and flips, all of which were dodged by Mika as she took advantage of Chun-Li’s recklessness.
For every kick, Chun-Li felt her slimy deposit continue to squish and spread inside her costume. Her humiliation grew as each desperate strike hit nothing but air and caused more feces to leak and stain across her illustrious bronze spandex tights. Mika was merely toying with her now that the Chinese fighter’s poise and resolve had begun to buckle.
Chun-Li was visibly exhausted from her barrage. She once again muttered to herself some words of self-encouragement. “I am strong, I am beautiful. I am Chun-Li, the strongest woman in the world!” She then prepared for a desperate final attack.
“Spinning-bird-ki- uuuurrrrrghhhh!!!” Chun-Li was cut off before she could perform her signature move as Mika unleashed a super attack with a knee directly into her stomach.
The brutal strike unleashed a shockwave, instantly ripping off the front and back skirt of the Chinese woman’s colourful spandex qipao. Meanwhile the impact had caused Chun-Li to violently expel her bowels into her tight costume for all the spectators to see. The once confident Chinese fighter’s eyes opened wide in utter disbelief of what had just happened. She was unable to control her anus as her mush-like feces shot out much like a tube of toothpaste being stomped on.
Chun-Li fell onto her knees on the muddy ground.
“HUUUURGGEHH….HLEEAAHHHurkurkBLLEAAHH." Chun-Li made a disgusting sound as she vomited up her oatmeal breakfast all over her shiny costume before falling over into a fetal position withering in pain.
Mika saw the pathetic sight and turned around to address the crowd.
“And this slut calls herself the strongest woman in the world. Hahahaha”
The pain was almost too much for Chun-Li to bear. She was suddenly reminded of her ordeal with Jiri while waves of fear and humiliation began to ripple through the Chinese woman’s body. Tears began to flow from her eyes.
“This can’t be happening to me! I’m a strong and beautiful woman. I’m the pride of China. I’m wearing my famous costume of power. This isn’t supposed to happen!” Chun-Li thought to herself in sheer disbelief.
The Chinese woman was a mess. Her shiny spandex costume was stained with mud and various fluids, torn and frayed. Her ass was covered with shit, leaking out down her tights from the leg holes of her shiny sky blue leotard. A massive crowd had formed and was taking videos of her to be streamed across the internet.
Even in such a disgraceful position with no hope of recovery, Chun-Li desperately tried to continue fighting. She stood up and stumbled into an awkward fighting stance and once again charged toward Mika. The tough wrestler saw the attack coming from a mile away. Chun-Li’s sluggish strikes were nothing short of pathetic as Mika easily dodged each one.
As Chun-Li finished her sixth strike, her weak body was forced to hunch over to catch her breath. Her stamina was completely spent and sweat was now streaming from her disheveled hair down her face, ruining the makeup she spent over an hour applying.
Mika took this opportunity to strike back unleashing a flurry of blows. Chun-Li flopped around like a rag doll, unable to defend herself. Surprisingly after Mika had completed her combo, Chun-Li was still standing but just barely. The Chinese fighter was stunned and drooling onto her chest, desperately trying to maintain balance. All she could see were stars orbiting her head.
“Stubborn Chinese whore won’t go down.” Mika muttered as she stepped around behind Chun-Li.
Grabbing the Chinese beauty from behind, Mika unleashed a devastating suplex. Chun-Li flipped over, smashing her head against the hard filthy ground. The impact sent an overwhelming wave of pain through Chun-Li’s body causing her to pass out. Mika had let go of her victim and the momentum caused the Chinawoman to land face down on the ground with her ass thrusted up in the air.
The famous Chinese fighter lay motionless for several seconds until a disgusting sound erupted from her body.
“Bbbbrraaaappp!! Fffsshhhhhh!!!”
The unconscious Chun-Li had completely lost control of her entire body causing her to anus to erupt like a volcano and fill her spandex costume with mushy fecal paste once again. Almost simultaneously Chun-Li had also let loose her bladder as a violent spray of urine rushed down her stomach and inner thighs, soaking and staining her costume further. This unsightly display lasted for well over a minute before the leaking subsided. The mucky fecal matter had spread out significantly from her crotch and there were now bumps and bulges across the tights nearly reaching Chun-Li’s knees. Her entire stomach was now stained with shit and piss. The extremely tight spandex costume hid nothing from public view and was utterly ruined.
Mika stood over her broken opponent, wiping off some off some specks of poop juice that landed on her wrestling outfit from the suplex.
“Disgusting. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a pathetic sight in my life.” Mika said as she spat at her unconscious rival.
“I hear you were once a cop, a proud and powerful fighter. That’s hard to believe. I know just what to do with you.” Mika boasted.
The wrestler kicked Chun-Li’s limp body in the ribs, flipping her over into a spread eagle position. She then crouched down and grabbed the fallen Chinawoman by the ankle and began to drag her away. Chun-Li was still unconscious; her limb body giving no struggle to the victorious wrestler as she was being dragged into an alley leaving a fetid trail of piss and shit behind her.
As Mika reached the alley crossway she lifted Chun-Li’s leg into the air, pulled out a set of handcuffs and cuffed her ankle to an iron drain pipe. Chun-Li hung paralyzed in an upside down position as her piss and shit began to dribble and ooze down her body in the opposite direction.
“So much for the infamous Chun-Li!” Mika shouted.
The wrestler walked away as the crowd of spectators all gathered around Chun-Li’s filth covered body. For the next hour, all that could be heard were clicks and flashes from various smartphones uploading the brutal ordeal to the internet for all to see.
EPILOGUE: THE RUINATION OF A COSTUMED BEAUTY
Several hours pass.
Chun-Li awakens, still in the same upside down position with her leg cuffed to the pipe.
“Uuuhhh… What happened?” She muttered.
Around her the crowd was still taking videos and pictures. Chun-Li’s body was broken and paralyzed from the ordeal. She was in extreme pain and couldn’t move anything below her neck. It took her several minutes to recall what had just occurred.
“Oh god! No! This can’t be happening! This can’t be happening!” Chun-Li screamed.
All she could really do was turn her head slightly, but everywhere she looked was just more people gawking at her and taking photos.
“This isn’t supposed to happen! My costume! Oh god, my beautiful costume! Noooooooooo!!!!!” She shouted as the shit and piss continued to leak down her tight spandex outfit.
Chun-Li kept screaming until she eventually blacked out…
A few days pass.
Chun-Li awakens again. She’s now lying in a pool of her own piss and a massive amount of shit has now filled her outfit. Much of the front and back of her costume were now thoroughly stained. The super tight material left nothing to the imagination as large pasty bulges where protruding from her once shiny leotard and tights.
Chun-Li knew this was the end for her. She could never recover from such a humiliation. The once proud and confident Chinese beauty broke down into a delirious mess. Screaming and rambling incoherently.
“Somebody help me! Help me please! Oh god!” She screamed as she uncontrollably expelled more urine and shit into her costume.
“AAaaarrrrghhh!! Noooo! I’m the strongest woman in the world! Somebody help me!!! AAAArrrrrrghhhH!!” Chun-Li howled until her voice was nothing but a faded shriek.
Eventually the broken Chinese woman fell dead silent. Her eyes rolled back and went white as she let out a trail of drool from her mouth. Chun-Li’s mind could take no more. Her psyche was shattered and she went into a comatose state.
A week later.
Chun-Li had not moved for quite some time. Strangely, her body continued to expel feces and urine, filling her tight costume to the brink of bursting. Much of her slimy waste had now leaked down her chest and out the collar of her qipao across her face.
Each day various pedestrians would pass by to take more photos. Some more perverted individuals would jack off in front of her, leaving globs of cum stains all over Chun-Li’s battered body.
This was the end for the illustrious Chinese heroine. Chun-Li had been ruined forever and would never again recover from such an unspeakable ordeal. Once a symbol of beauty, grace and confidence, she was now a broken portrait of disgrace and failure. Chun-Li would hang there covered in her own excrement for the rest of her life.
The End.
Edited February 22, 2017 by Lycan
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"I'm going to wet my pants!" Nita whispered.
"Go to the bathroom." I hissed back in confusion.
We were near the back of one of the older lecture theaters, halfway through a mostly tedious lecture on Etruscan pottery. I knew Nita wasn't the type of person to have a problem with just slipping out the back door mid-lecture. But then I remembered that night a few months earlier when she'd been plotting having an "accident".
"Wait. This is on purpose isn't it."
"Only in the abstract." Her smile was triumphant and she continued with pride at having unknotted a particularly difficult problem. "So I was probably never going to just wet my pants under normal conditions, right? So I had to change the conditions. Last week I decided that I would become the kind of person who won't use public toilets. I've had to go back to Roberts to pee. Maybe that would have worked eventually, but I got bored. So today I became that girl who is constantly drinking water. You know, for my figure." She flipped her hair, hot pink now, in a very un-Nita like way.
My heart beat quickly. This was kinda stressful. "But why can't you just run back to the rooms now?"
"Ah. Well. I'm now also the kinda person who would never dream of interrupting a lecture to go to the toilet." She flashed me a toothy grin. :"Besides. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't make it back in time anyway."
"So... what? You're just going to piss yourself right there in your seat?" I'm sure my eyes were wide. She would have been loving my reaction. Nita loved reactions.
"I might. Or I might be able to hold it till we are done not paying attention to the development of bucchero terracotta. I do have a pretty strong bladder after all."
Her attention switched to the black-figure vase paintings that were projected of the screen at the front of the room. Our decrepit professor was wheezily comparing them to Greek vase-painting. I didn't really pay much more attention than that I'm afraid. Nita was far more interesting. Despite my disapproval of her project it was a bit like a car crash; I had trouble looking away.
She wasn't particularly obvious in her desperation. I mean, I hadn't even noticed till she told me. But now I couldn't unsee it. Her legs were moving slowly but constantly. Of course she was wearing a pair of faded and worn blue jeans, because what else would you wear the day you intended on wetting your pants? Her face glowed with a faint sheen of sweat, even though it wasn't overly warm. The copious flood of notes she habitually took was written in an uncharacteristically unsteady hand. Her right hand. Her left was buried in her lap. The fold down desk attached to her chair disguised that though.
But all in all, if you didn't know she was busting you probably wouldn't be able to tell.
The clock ticked by and the professor was telling us which chapters we should read over the next week. I was just relieved that Nita hadn't made a puddle. I'm sure I was more stressed than her. As people started to get up to leave Nita leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think I'm leaking."
"What!" I hissed at her, "How do you not know?" I was getting pissed off that she was calm and I was the one freaking out over her bladder control.
"Things have got a bit numb." She sounded fascinated. "But also rather... moist."
"Will you walk behind me and let me know if anything is visible?"
It was very visible. A wet patch the size of a teacup right on her bottom. I told her so. "Can we go to the bathroom now," I whined. I just wanted this experience to be over.
"Of course!" But she hobbled straight past the toilets that were right next to the theater.
"Really? It's like a twenty minute walk back to Roberts from here!"
"I'm afraid of public toilets."
"No you aren't! That's just a thing you've made up!"
She stopped and looked me in the eye. "I am committed to authenticity. Besides. Enjoy this a little El. You're acting like you're the one who is on the brink of humiliating herself in front of randoms. And her best friend. This is an experience you'll want to tell people about one day."
I smiled back at her. She was right of course. "Who would I possibly want to tell about the time my friend pissed herself because she wouldn't use a public toilet?" I teased.
"Don't know. Things come up." We were walking again by now, past students carrying books and coffees, past the fountain commemorating the tenth Conception Day.
"My sister pissed herself once because she wouldn't use a public toilet." Nita remarked, copying my words. "See. It comes up."
"Seriously?"
I'd met Nita's sister Chloe before. She called Nita "Anita". It was the first time I realized Nita wasn't actually her real name, even though we'd been friends for a semester by that time.
"Uh huh. It's where I got the idea. Didn't want to pee at the movies after we saw Kill Bill because she thought she could hold it till we got home. Couldn't. Peed all over my car seat just as I was driving into our street. You've never noticed the stain on the fabric? That's where that's from."
I hadn't. But I did check later on and there was indeed a stain on Nita's passenger seat. I was never totally keen to sit on the seat where Nita's sister had peed herself after that.
I was fairly sure the wet patch on Nita's bum was slowly expanding. Whether she was still leaking, or if walking was just spreading the wetness around, I didn't know.
"How are you going?"
"Touch and go. It feels better to be walking. But... it also feels like it might just all come pouring out at any moment."
We stopped talking about pee and just chatted about something else to keep our minds off it.
I was a bit surprised that she was still holding on when we made it back to Roberts Hall. I'd pretty much resigned myself to her having an accident as we walked. We lived on the third floor and took the stairs, Nita declared she'd wet herself for sure if she had to stand and wait in the lift. At the top of the stairs Nita took off running into the bathroom. I considered following her but decided I didn't really want to and went to my room instead. About ten minutes later there was an urgent rapping at my door. As soon as I opened it Nita pushed her way past me and into my room. Her jeans were soaked to the ankles down both legs.
"Whoh... Didn't make it huh?" I almost laughed.
"Why didn't you check on me? I was sitting in one of the cubicles for ten freaking minutes!" She wasn't exactly angry but she definitely wasn't happy.
"Sorry. I thought you made it." I apologized.
"Clearly not." She said wryly as she lifted one leg after another. Then she took off her pants. Nita was like that. In her mind taking her clothes off around me was totally fine even though I never took mine off around her. I turned away to give her some unneeded privacy.
"I lost control near the top of the stairs." She said. "I think it might have been because I knew the toilet was so close."
"I think that's a thing." I offered.
"I know that's a thing now." She agreed. "You can look at me again now." She was smirking at my discomfort and had wrapped herself in my towel. Her clothes lay in a wet pile on my floor.
"I better have a shower. And clean up the puddle on the bathroom floor before anyone walks in it."
"I'll come back for my clothes." She added as she noticed my eyeing them before she swept back out of my room.
And as far as I was concerned that was the end of that.
As far as Nita was concerned that was a practice run.
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May 21, 2016
My weakness....ha my weakness is that i care to much for others hehe...but so little for myself...always being drunk and feeling down...ive offered so many my hand due to compasion being in my nature...my scars reminding me the past is real...
But this isnt a sob story...as much as i go around passing a depressive aura...ive had enough...and its time...kat writes down in her journal as she stands up and ties the rope around her neck as tight as she can. She kicks the stool and feels the tight rope go to work. Everything around her fades to black as she smiles lightly.
Her past begins to go into play flashing before her eyes...all forms of abuse caused by her mother. Her father knowing about this and still decides to walk out. Sequences shes witnessed in her life causes her to start to weep. When she was 12 and had her first heartbreak. Kevin warner, her first true love. Due to past personal experiences with family kat was already depressed around school and just everywhere.
He knew every little detail about kat's life. Her mother being her never truly having a innocent child hood. How she always woke up every morning to see her mother popping multiple pills at a time, non prescription thats all she knew. Every reason for her depression. He knew.
She trusted him worth her life, i mean didnt everyone with their first love? To her it was more than that. No one liked her, no one actually showed care for her except for this one single person. After ten happy happy months. Kats depression started to fade he made her so happy and secure with herself. She even stopped cutting and smoking pot. Untill that happy ever after bullsh*t ended instantly. He just decided she was old news.
That day she was shown how the true world is. He broke up with her and listed every reason on how it was her fault how he just couldnt stand each time how she needed his attention twenty four seven. Messed up part about this statement he said was she had the note, she kept every single note theyve passed, where he stated exactly how he loves clingy. He told her how shes just always to sad how his feelings for her just...disappeared.
Kat...handled this horribly. Most kids would get over this in a week, maybe two. Kat was sent spiraling into a even more depressed figure. Instead of a cut or two a night ot turned into five or six gashes. Each time she was thinking of suicide or anything. Regret, loneliness, etc. She always made the mistake of coming to him after the break up. Due to it being a habit, she always went to him. He always helped.
Only this time, he didnt. He did the exact opposite. He told her exactly how thats the reason he doesnt want anything to do with her anymore. Which made her depression even worse. He used her own insecurities against her. She got so bad it was to the point where she had a knife to her wrists and told him she was gonna do it. So he wouldnt have to burden herself anymore. Her heart crushed even more. Seeing him reply do it then bi*tch. She remebers how easily the blade sliced through her wrist. How deep she cut and everything. Her first ever...suicide attempt.
She remebered surviving due to her mother calling 911. Waking up in that hospital bed was the worst feeling ever. Her mother screaming at her each chance she got. Saying how f*cking retard she was. How she should've made her father pull out.
All of this. Didnt phaze her any, she was left emotionless. Feeling no emotion but sadness and lonesomeness. Her vision softly slides to the second part of her life. Starting a new high school. Fifteen years old being the same person she always had been. No one caring for her and her caring for no one else.
She was bullied by so many people with her scars. She got in so many fights. If you would even call it that. She never fought back, always allowing them to do whatever to her. Even if that was infact embarrassing herself in front of the all her classmates.
She remembers precisely one of her biggest bullies Cristina Pollard. Each time kat would try to go to the bathroom and Cristina would be there. It'd always end up a mess. Litterly.
One time kat had to do a science presentation in front of mainly the whole school. Before she went up to present she had to use the bathroom. Badly. Due to nervousness and fear. As she walked into the girls bathroom about to burst, since there was a long line outside.
She found out quickly that she wasn't alone. As soon as she got into a stall her bully Christina was right there smiling deviously at her. She begged and pleaded for Christina to let her use the bathroom. Christina otherwise had another idea and shoved kat into a wall, making kats bowels release a little. Having herself feeling her bowels pressing lightly against her panties, not fully out yet.
In this short burst of events ofe had even worse luck since her name just got called. Her bully took this as an advantage and dragged kat infront of everyone to present. Kat tried to improvise but her bodly functions said otherwise and as she started presenting the crotch of her pants starting darkening. Her bowels emptying slightly afterwards. Everyone knew what happened due to her wearing elastic tight pants. Embarrassed she ran home in her soiled clothing. Crying in hysterics.
Days went by after this happened. Her bullies got worse and worse. Took her weakness as an advantageadvantage. The rest of her tenth grade went by with her never not going a day where she didnt piss or soil herself. Causing everyone to look at her as a big baby. Since no one knew it was Christina and her gang.
Kat tried to get smart one day and wore a diaper...but christina instantly knew and pulled kats down in the hallway. Causing everyone to see kat in a diaper. Justifying kat being a big baby.
Kat liked this feeling weirdly though. The softness of a diaper and the humiliation. It was different then wetting or soiling her panties. So she continued to wear them.
Kats vision slowly fades past the good times only reflecting bad times. Her past is what made her who she is today. 20 always depressed highly suicidal and into ABDL. She asks herself daily. What has her life come too?... |
By popular demand, a sequel to my first story about Shelly McGill, Getting Her Feet Wet. I'm really excited about this one. At the time of posting, it's not complete, but even in its unfinished state it's a lot to chew on. Enjoy The Sleepover at Swiftbrooke.
1: The Others
Being friends with Erica Montblanc had exceeded all of Shelly McGill’s expectations. Instead of being a stuck-up priss, Erica did everything to deserve her popularity and more. Before Shelly knew it, she had thrown herself into caring very much for the queen of cool.
But in the week or so following the party where the girls first bonded, life again pressed upon Shelly’s high spirits. The cost for making a new friend was having everyone else treat her differently. Where she was previously left alone, she now caught sidelong looks in class. In the halls, people parted before her, keeping their distance. Even at lunch she found no respite from the isolation which had begun to bug her since she sat by herself. Enough was enough. She sighed and got up from her spot on the concrete.
Having friended Erica on social media and texted back-and-forth with her a few times, she was ready to sit with her at lunch. Shelly, with her artist’s eye, had earlier made a note of where Erica sat and strode to the table with confidence.
But perhaps she had made a mistake. Countless times she had seen Erica there, but now she stood before a group of dolled-up girls who might have been at the party wondering why their space was being invaded. And there was no Erica to save her. Part of her pushed for a retreat with her tail between her legs, wishing she had stayed in her spot outside.
However, her weird treatment begged an answer, and she had suffered worse humiliations than this. She swallowed and pressed them, “Um, is this where Erica Montblanc usually sits?”
They looked at her like something funny just happened and they were not allowed to laugh. “Yeah, what of it?” said April DeSantis. She played basketball and had the tall and sinewy body of an Olympian. But none of her physicality or heavy makeup smoothed the way she kept a constant, subtle sneer. It left her natural beauty tainted. Shelly doubted this was going to go well.
“I was hoping I could sit with her.” And more so, to get a clue as to why I’m socially radioactive all of the sudden.
April snickered. “Kind of random, but yeah, she’s not here today. You’d have known that, just like you’d know about her sleepover coming up if she was actually friends with you.” The other girls covered their own smirks, transparently wishing for Shelly to go away.
The answer stung, but she was prepared for something of the sort. “Okay, I guess I’ll see you guys later.”
She began to turn away, but April lifted her hand. “Hold on a sec, just let me find her on my phone.” The turn to helpfulness was too late to reassure Shelly. But she played along while April put on a show of fake-calling Erica and leaving a message. “Hey Erica,” she said in an exaggerated lilt, “It’s April. There was a girl who wanted to sit with her new fwend, but you weren’t in school today. Don’t worry, she didn’t ruin any seats. I think her name was-- Shelly McSpill?” That was it; the other girls erupted in laughter. One tossed a feminine pad at her, jeering, “It’s my last one, but you need it more than I do.”
What? Shelly recognized it as nastiness, but had no idea what they were getting at. Until the elements clicked for her. They were talking about her accident at the party! She had broken her self-imposed rule by walking barefoot on grass, no less than while beyond desperate for a bathroom. The tickly feeling of the blades did her in; she had peed her jeans to the ankles. Erica put on a heroic attempt to fix what happened, but it was still in front of everyone. Word must have gotten out. Anger for the bullying overtook Shelly. But shame then overtook her anger, as she had no dignity left. She was frozen before them, tomato-faced. Only when they pressed their crotches and did baby-crying gestures did she force herself to slink away, holding back tears.
She sat down to eat back at her usual spot, still sniffling and blotting her eyes after the piercing taunts. Evil to the core, every one. Why would Erica ever put up with them? She decided to send a message for real. Through text she learned Erica had missed school for an upset stomach. Shelly decided not to trouble her further with the clique’s abuse or ask about the supposed sleepover, but confirmed she would be back the next day. With Erica there to ease Shelly’s loneliness and temper those feral girls, maybe things would turn around.
At the same time the next day, Shelly returned to the lunch table, ready for the worst. But it did not come. Erica preempted comment by beckoning and calling out to her, “Hey Shel!” April and the others traded looks, but stayed silent. This satisfied Shelly enough for her to summon a smile. She sat at the empty seat, unfortunately right next to April. Erica asked across the table, “So what brings you over here all of the sudden?”
“A change of pace I guess,” Shelly said, full of forced nonchalance, “Wanted to see your part of the world and got tired of eating alone.” That last part sounded pathetic and she regretted saying it. When would she quit being awkward? She thought of something fast to get beyond it. “I heard you guys are having a sleepover soon?”
The other girls raised their eyebrows at Erica, but she brightened even further. She answered, “Yeah! We were shooting for this weekend. I actually meant to invite you yesterday, but I was so out of it.” April looked away. “Think you can make it?”
There was no way in hell she would refuse, even if it meant spending the night with that repulsive gaggle. She had to prove her friend status. Maybe that way they would back off some. Or even better, they might even apologize.
At least she could worry less about a pee-related calamity. Tiny leaks in her pants concerned her little enough. Privately, she liked the excitement and good feeling they brought, most times doing it on purpose even after the accident. She was rarely 100% dry as a result. However, a sleepover meant she would likely be seen in her underwear, so would have to double down on holding it until her troubles were off the radar. No more Shelly McSpill. “Yeah,” she said.
Erica raised her fists in a muted cheer. “Awesome! Since it’s the first weekend of October, we were thinking of doing a horror marathon.”
April interjected, “I guess that’s cool.” It was mixed news for Shelly as well. As much as she loved horror movies, which was a lot, she preferred to watch them alone. It ramped up the terror factor and freed her to be the enormous wimp about them that she was. The first creepy chord never failed to raise goosebumps. When it came to jump scares, no matter how predictable, they got her. Her control extended to letting out the occasional squeal instead of a full-on shriek. But her heart thumped and she felt alive during the grisly scenes and in-between moments when sharing the characters’ experiences. The emotional high stayed with her for hours after the end, when the intense dread kept her on a hair trigger the rest of the night. Watching them as part of a group may have been ill-advised. But there was no backing out now.
They spent the remainder of lunch planning the details. Erica revealed that her grandparents would let the girls use their “castle” a few hours to the west. She clarified it was a vacation home built somewhat recently, but it looked literally like a castle, so would be the best venue for horror movies. Since Erica’s dad was the only one available to supervise and seemed fairly hands-off, they may as well have had the house to themselves.
Shelly left for her last class of the day rejuvenated. Never mind her new reputation as the girl who wet herself. She was going to have a stellar time with Erica. And even if it meant trying harder to be tough on her bathroom and scary movie habits, she had a shot of rebuilding her self-esteem.
2: The House on Haunted Hill
Everything hummed along on schedule. Shelly had everything together in the hours before Erica came to pick her up. She decided to show off her freckles in a black tank top with a picture of Edgar Allan Poe on the front. And she even had enough courage left over to button the same pink skinny jeans she had infamously flooded with pee the last time. They belonged to Erica’s sister, so they were coming with her one way or another. To top it off, in her pile of supplies was a bag with extra clothes and snacks, a pillow, and a blanket. She also contributed her parents’ DVD of The Shining to the heap. She had never seen it, but they said it was a classic. Their taste in movies seldom erred.
She had been gulping peach tea to soothe her parched throat. It helped also to calm her nerves until the Mercedes finally pulled into her driveway. Her heart started fluttering all over again. She slipped on her sneakers and took a final mouthful of tea before depositing her stuff in the trunk and joining the others in the back seat. It was a tight fit with all of them in there-- Erica and her dad in the front, with Shelly, April, and the other brunette and blonde from the lunch table in the back, with Rachel sitting on Jordan’s lap. Erica warned, “Hope you guys are comfortable back there, because it’s pretty far.”
It turned out that Erica had told the truth. They left the traffic of the suburbs and began winding their way through the country. Trees with leaves of green, amber, and red hugged both sides of the road. The effect that arose when the sun caught the growth dazzled.
But they had a lot of road to go. Shelly grew aware of aches stemming from her bad posture. She had to shift around to get comfortable. Her fidgeting drew groans and requests to “Sit still!” from April, but the other girl ended up causing Shelly more discomfort. Her arm began to itch where it rubbed against April’s, prickly from how she likely shaved them. Shelly’s protests just escalated things.
“She’s about to piss on me,” April announced.
Heat flashed in Shelly’s cheeks. She actually was getting the odd bladder twinge, but fired back, “It’s just itching from your arm hair.” The comeback was mild even by her own standards, but April glared. The others chuckled at the jab.
Erica’s dad joined the fray. “Hey! Be nice,” he scolded, “I thought you guys were gonna have fun together. At least cool it until we get there.”
The girls managed. The sun had set by the time they drew near. The road rose into rougher country, and the trees, once warm and vibrant, cast all manner of shadows under the moon. “Here it is, you guys,” Erica chimed, “Look.”
The building broke the curve of the hills, standing proud. It was not the pennant-topped Disney castle Shelly liked to have imagined, but it defied most other names. Its stone walls rose four stories, and were capped by crenellations and turrets. A corner tower, rising higher still, presided over the house and countryside. Light glowed from inside the building’s many arrow loops and soaring windows.
“Holy crap, Erica,” Shelly gushed, “Your grandparents own this place?”
“Yeah,” she said, “It’s newer than it looks, though.”
The tires ground on the gravel at the entrance. While the girls piled out to gape at the vaulted front door, Erica’s father mentioned that it was called Swiftbrooke Manor, built as a gothic revival by a distant (very wealthy) relative in the 1840’s. Good enough for the girls’ purposes. “Just be careful on the stairs. Don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
3: Truth or Scare
Loaded down with bags and bedding, Shelly followed the procession inside. While the facade was distinctly medieval, the foyer looked more properly Victorian. A brass chandelier hung, extravagantly decorated, in the middle of the room. Patterns dominated: they were present in the hardwood floors, the weave of the rugs, and wallpaper. Twin staircases stretched to the wood-paneled second story.
It was a lot to take in. “Don’t worry,” Erica said, “It’s got flatscreen TVs and running water.”
“Good news for McSpill.” Shelly shot April a dirty look. She was about to ask for the bathroom after the car ride, but changed her mind. Maybe holding it a little longer would get April to forget about her.
They left their shoes at the entrance. All but Shelly had worn sandals, leaving her as the only one who had to untie her sneakers. She had to race upstairs to the others in sock-feet. However, the hardwood stairs had no carpet runner to assist her in climbing. In a rush to keep up, she slipped off a step about halfway to the landing, at least managing to catch herself without injury. “Careful, Shel!” Erica’s dad repeated. She hated being told off by someone else’s parents. She hated more having lost a dribble of pee in her panties when she slipped, after resolving to be better about it. Otherwise, the teasing would never stop.
She wore a long face while traversing the hall to the spiral staircase, where Erica’s room was. But seeing the accommodations cheered her right back up. This room had a fantastic view thanks to being in the tower, lush carpet, and a cabinet which, when opened, revealed a gigantic TV. Erica opened the mini-fridge hidden beneath to reveal drinks and snacks. They were all set for the movie marathon.
After the girls had chosen good spots, Erica hit the lights to start Halloween. Shelly sat between Erica and April on the bed. A slasher staple, it led none of the audience to hold back in yelling advice to the main characters. They did so in between downing sodas while Michael Myers made prey of his victims. Shelly only jumped a few times, not enough to draw attention to herself.
Halfway through, Shelly’s bladder began to pester her in earnest. But when the movie ended and a few of them got up to use the bathroom, she stayed put. She had to show April that the teasing was misguided and pointless; she could hold her liquids better than most. When her accident happened, she had been at it for many hours and had to go so badly. She only lost it when her unique weakness to grass got the better of her. She would outlast April if it took all night.
When they were all back in the bedroom, Erica moved to put in another movie. April protested. “Another one already?” she whined, “I’m kind of bored. Let’s do something else.”
The committee agreed. Erica looked defeated. “It was supposed to be a marathon, but alright. What do you guys wanna do?”
For Shelly, the night was all about facing her fears. A grin came to her when she suggested, “We could play truth or dare.” She had not gotten to play since elementary school. Being five years more mature than last time, the game should now be much more interesting.
April stayed quiet. The others nodded, and Erica assumed the role of speaker. “Anyone who doesn’t want to play doesn’t have to, but I’m up for it.”
Everyone looked at April, who was still undecided. “Fine, I’ll play,” she said. “But since it was your idea, Shelly, you have to go first. Truth or dare?”
“Um,” she stammered. Despite there being only two choices, the repercussions of each bounced in her head. She was too shy to do a dare, and she had some secrets too sensitive for truth. Which was the better one? Feeling it safer, she went with “truth.”
“Have you ever made out with anyone?”
She wished the lights were still off so they didn’t see her blush again. The other girls’ giggles meant they knew the answer already. “No,” she confessed, finding the shapes on the bedspread very interesting.
Rachel threw in a bonus question. “Have you even been on a date?” she asked.
Having your parents take you to meet a boy somewhere doesn’t count, Shelly thought. None of them could drive except on a permit, but the questions made her feel conspicuously behind in her social life.
“Hey,” Erica said, “One question at a time.” Shelly sneaked her a smile for the rescue.
Now it was Shelly’s turn to ask. To go to Erica would seem too clingy though. She would try one of the others. “Jordan,” she challenged, “Truth or dare?”
Jordan bit her lip, but said, “Truth.”
Not knowing the girl really well, she went with something innocuous. “What’s your favorite band?”
She got a dreamy look in her eyes. “One Direction,” she said.
“They’re pretty good,” Shelly answered. She was more of a classic rock kind of girl, but pretended to like their music because she had a crush on Louis.
They went around the circle with conservative truths and dares until it was April’s turn. She went to Shelly again, who chose “dare” this time.
“I dare you not to wet yourself tonight.”
Shelly was over any possible embarrassment about it now. But Jordan beat her to a reaction. “Oh come on,” she said, “We get it already.” An upwelling of sweet feelings for the girl rose in Shelly after the nice gesture.
She met April’s continued bad attitude head on. “No it’s fine, I’ll take that. April, truth or dare?”
Shelly’s command of the situation caused a glimmer of doubt in April’s eyes. But she turned square to Shelly and said, “Dare.”
“If you think I’ll wet myself, I dare you to hold your pee longer than I can.” Her confidence was a pure bluff. She was already feeling full. But April had not gone to the bathroom either, and she had the advantage of knowing her limit.
“Pff, deal,” she said. “I bet all of us can beat you.”
Too much challenge. Shelly balked, gesturing at the others, “They just went!”
April crossed her arms. “What, think you’re gonna lose?”
Erica stepped in once more. “Alright guys, I’ve got an idea. Since Shelly is probably ready to put the whole pee thing behind her and I’m tired of hearing about it, how about we do a holding contest? See who can do it the longest. The winner gets sole teasing rights on whoever doesn’t make it. Everyone else has to lay off.”
“Omigod, this makes me wanna go again already,” Jordan whined, drawing her knees up in her polka-dot leggings. Then she raised her hand to clarify meekly, “Can we give up and go to the bathroom if we can’t hold it?”
Erica put her hands on her hips and acted offended. “Uh, yeah, if you’re the last one standing. Where would the fun be in it otherwise?”
She confessed she was not going to deny bathroom use. Still, Rachel insisted, “I’ll do it, but I promise I’ll lose and I don’t wanna pee my pants.”
“I promise I’ll win,” April boasted, “And will get to tell everybody that little Shelly tinkled on herself again.”
Shelly wanted to come back with more biting trash-talk, but none of her choices were good enough. She missed her chance and kept quiet.
“Alright,” Erica said, pounding her hand like a gavel, “It’s on then. And to up the ante I think it’s time for another movie.”
Shelly offered The Shining. All throughout, she had a hard time making sense of what was happening. It had no jump scares, instead delivering one disturbing sequence after another and managed to unsettle them with its pure strangeness.
Then came the bathroom scene. Jack Nicholson’s character went in, causing the girls to groan for their own need. But he began to kiss an attractive woman he saw in there with him. Without warning, she turned into a decomposing corpse, which horrified him and only deepened his deranged state. By the time Jack’s family escaped the hotel and the man had frozen to death in the hedge maze, the girls were left in silence. Perhaps it was a little too symbolic overall.
The group of marathoners took a break for refreshments and were ready to put in the next one. It was an obscure “found footage” haunted house movie called The St. Francisville Experiment. Erica saw fit to comment on it. “What’s really creepy about this one, you guys,” she said, drama heavy in her tone, “is that the house in the movie is from the same time period as the one you’re sitting in right now. They might even have the same ghosts.”
“There’s ghosts in here?!” Rachel exclaimed, half laughing, “I didn’t sign up for this.”
They settled in to watch. It was not like the previous one. There was not a bit of violence. Instead it relied on pure fear of the unknown to rattle the viewers. This was the worst for Shelly, as her imagination tended to run unbridled even where it shouldn’t. Especially with its realistic style, the movie made short work of her nerve.
“Haha, are you shaking?” April asked, “It’s not even scary.”
She was. But she attempted to excuse herself with, “It’s just a little cold in here.” Of course that wasn’t true. The flow of adrenaline had made her quite warm and even beaded sweat in a few places. But she got under the blanket to deflect suspicion. Around the same time, her bladder had really begun to challenge her. The move would let her hold herself with her hands since she was practicing extra diligence about not dribbling. She needed every advantage until knowing how the others held up.
4: The Descent
Before long it was too warm to stay under the blanket. Shelly pushed it down to about her knees. During the scene in the movie where the characters investigating a fireplace reacted to a chain-wrapped bundle crashing down from the chimney, everybody jumped. But April did worst of all, flailing her arms and spilling soda on Shelly’s, or rather Erica’s sister’s, jeans.
“Why’d you bump me?” April said.
“You’re the one that freaked out,” Shelly retorted. They began arguing loudly over the movie, so Erica paused it and turned on the lights.
The jeans had a huge coke stain on the front and side. “Give ‘em here,” Erica said, “We should put them in the wash as soon as possible.” She saved Shelly the embarrassment of mentioning it was twice in a row now they had been soiled.
Shelly pursed her lips, but stripped the sticky pants off and dug in her bag for a replacement. She had brought clothes for the morning, but there were no pajama pants to be found. How could she have forgotten them? Now she was stuck going around in her pale blue panties if she did not want to put on her jeans. Besides, they were a little tight for sitting on the bed, and she did not want to risk her last clean pants during the holding contest.
She continued digging in her bag, feeling very exposed but unwilling to admit defeat. “This way,” Erica said, touching her arm to get her up, “I’ve got something you can wear.” She stood and followed Erica out of the room, the air cooling her brilliantly white legs. Erica had seen her in her underwear once before, but the others hadn’t. She was thankful to get her body away from their probing eyes.
Once out of earshot of the bedroom, Erica turned to her. “You know,” she whispered, “Part of why I had you come with me was to say sorry for how things have gone tonight. April has been a bitch and a half. I just wanted to apologize.”
“No, it’s cool,” Shelly answered, flexing her legs to resist the chill that contracted her bladder, “I’m having a great time. It sounds mean, but I don’t care about April or even the others so much. I just wanted to hang out with you.”
“Aww, thanks,” Erica said, continuing downstairs. “How are you holding up?”
Her meaning was lost on Shelly initially. She soon worked out that Erica had noticed her squirming, and asked about the holding contest. She was about to answer when her foot slipped on the same step as before, halfway to ground level.
“Are you okay?” Erica asked, her forehead knotted while grabbing hold of her friend.
“Yeah.” She caught herself on the railing again, groaning from the effort to avoid refreshing the wet spot between her legs. Her pee had barreled right to the edge, but the fabric felt dry as it was before.
“That step has always been iffy,” Erica revealed as they reached the bottom, “But it’s way easier to go up and down without socks.”
Shelly was already in a tank top and panties; there would be no harm in shedding her socks too. She slipped them off and deposited them in her shoes by the door, delighting in the new surfaces to explore with bare feet. She ignored the sliver of worry about the chance of going outside.
The two girls had another flight of stairs to go; the laundry was done in the basement. To soothe her nerves about spooky basements, Shelly revisited the topic of the holding contest. “To tell the truth, I’ve actually got to go pretty bad already,” she confided, swishing her toes in a pee-dance on the gritty concrete.
“Duh, Shelly!” Erica said, loudly enough to cause an echo, “Why didn’t you go after the first movie?”
“I needed to prove to April I can hold it.”
Erica laughed at Shelly’s childlike motivation. “Well April or no April, I don’t think you wanna-- pee yourself again.” She lowered her voice for the last words. “Good luck in the contest though, because I’m ready to see her get a taste of her own medicine. She drank at least as much soda as me and never went tonight either. I kinda have to go too, so she has got to be in worse shape.”
Shelly double-checked the privacy of the laundry area. Even though her wetting had dominated conversation for most of the night, only to Erica did she feel comfortable discussing it. “I don’t remember if I told you all of what happened,” she began. Erica tuned in for her to continue. “I was shy to say so but had to go worse than ever. But the accident wasn’t because I couldn’t hold it anymore. It was being barefoot then too. The grass tickled me and I just lost it. It’s not the first time it’s happened that way.” Her heart thumped. She realized this was the first time she ever told anyone about what the touch of grass on her feet does to her.
By now Erica had thrown the jeans into a laundry load and closed the lid. She scrunched her eyebrows, making sure to understand what Shelly said. Erica repeated, “So… the grass tickling your feet made you pee it all out, and it happens a lot?”
Shelly’s cheeks warmed at having a deep secret of hers in the open, but she nodded. “Well, not a lot, it’s only happened three times. But that was every time I’ve tried to walk on grass.”
“Wow, every time!” Erica covered her mouth to laugh. “I’m sorry, that’s just sort of hilarious. We have got to test it out someday.”
Shelly smacked her playfully, eliciting a fit of giggles from both of them. “So the jeans are in the wash. Now what?”
Erica went to a linen closet, opening it to a stack of folded clothes. “I’m sorry I don’t have any extra pants here. But I do have a really big, like 2XL shirt.” She pointed to a grey t-shirt with the name of a tourist destination. “Will you be alright hanging out in this? It should cover you no problem.”
Even folded up, it looked long and broad enough to drape over Shelly’s lanky frame like a minidress. It was still less than ideal, but better than having her panties on full display. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Could you grab it? I can’t reach.”
Shelly began to extricate the shirt, but pulled half the adjacent stack out with it. Among the linens was a plastic sheet she first assumed to be a dropcloth. But upon closer inspection, it had elastic edges like a fitted sheet. She held it up, asking, “What’s this?”
Erica took it and stuffed it away. “It’s for my bed,” she mumbled.
“Oh, sorry.” Shelly recalled that Erica mentioned at the party how she wet her bed. But seeing the mattress cover as physical evidence made it more real. Perhaps it was why Erica was the only one who never judged her for what happened.
She slid shut the closet door. Shelly traded her tank top for the huge T-shirt. The neck alone was nearly as wide as her body; instead of fighting to keep it in place the whole night, she resigned herself to letting it slip off one shoulder and got used to the feel. The length was good, though, and it did feel warm and swishy on her skin. Erica complimented how cute she looked, dismissing her concerns while climbing the basement stairs.
“The plastic bag is no big deal. While we’re sharing pee stories, I haven’t needed that kind of thing in almost a month now anyway. I might have finally gotten over it.”
Hearing the news left Shelly conflicted. On one hand, she was happy her friend had shed something that caused her stress. On the other, toilet woes were the one thing that cemented their bond. If Erica was able to get over bedwetting, Shelly would go back to being alone in her troubles. She sighed.
The steps in the foyer were much easier to traverse without her socks. This time, rather than slipping off the middle step, she gave it a good push and it shifted. “There is seriously something screwy with this step,” she noted.
“Hold on,” Erica said, “Do that again, but a little harder and to the left.” Shelly put her weight into the step and pushed towards the railing. The step rotated a few degrees as if on a spring and locked in that position. Revealed in the gap on the wall side was a latch. When Shelly opened it, the wall panel next to the step swung back. A cloud of dust and stagnant air spilled out.
Shelly stared with equal parts awe and apprehension at the dark passage. “Does your family know about this?”
“We knew there were supposed to be secret passages, but not specifically where they were. Oh my god, Shelly, this is amazing! We should go in.”
Shelly’s stomach tightened. “I dunno, at least not without a flashlight. And imagine how many spiders are probably in there.”
“Eugh, you win. Close it, close it.”
Back in the bedroom, the other girls greeted Shelly and Erica’s return. “Finally, you guys,” Rachel said, “We were about to sneak a bathroom break and say we were still in.” She sat on the floor with her hands jammed in her lap. Jordan occupied a chair with her legs crossed.
“Those two might have,” April corrected, “It’s like you guys can’t choose when to let it out.” She was leaning against the wall on the bed with her knees up.
Shelly gauged the girl’s posture and screwed up her daring again. “Everybody has a limit. Even you.”
“Says the only one who found hers.”
She let that one go. “Are we gonna watch the rest of this movie or what?” They all agreed.
5: A Bump in the Night
Of the two movies, the most recent stayed with Shelly longest and most vividly. Several frights came from interior scenes resembling where she was planning to sleep. On the subject, her eyelids had grown heavy. But the dangerous pressure of her bladder kept her active. Coupled with the excitement of finding the secret passage and visions of ghosts terrorizing her and the others, sleep kept its distance.
Erica seemed to have no such troubles. “I don’t know about you guys,” she yawned, stretching, “But I’m ready for bed soon.”
“Are we still doing the holding contest?” Jordan asked, catching Erica’s yawn. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep having to go pee this bad.” She shuddered and squirmed in her chair. Rachel muttered a “Me neither.”
“Am I the only one not ready to piss herself?” April said while in front of the bathroom mirror. Right next to the toilet. She talked a big game, as if she could keep at it forever. But the whole time she was brushing her teeth, she kept the heel of her sinewy right foot bouncing.
The girls toyed with the idea of another movie, but even sugared up, scared senseless, and resisting their pulsing bladders, they began to fade in the wee hours. Erica was the first to crash. She offered space on the bed to whomever wanted it, but did not wait for a taker or even to kill the lights before burrowing into the blankets and dropping deeply asleep. To Shelly, who remained awake with the others, it made things awkward. She was not friends with any of them. She resorted to her old introversion and took the space under the covers next to Erica. If she could not sleep for real, she would at least pretend, and have the best arrangements for when it happened.
Shelly had not laid her head on the pillow for a second before snapping her eyes back open. The lights were off and the moon had dipped beneath the horizon, leaving near total darkness. Her over-full abdomen tossed worse than before, putting her well beyond the point of spurting under normal circumstances. But she put up a fight. Staying dry hurt worse than she expected it to. Looking around gave her the chance to take her mind off the pressure. Erica snoozed away next to her, but the other three were gone. She had been awoken by a sound from elsewhere in the house. It had been a skittering like that of a rat, but deeper, and echoing. “Guys?” she whispered.
No one answered. The skittering came again, curling her tightly under the covers and drawing a whimper out of her. She waited a moment, then threw back the blanket and stood up. Those jerks were not going to scare the piss out of her that easily. A heave from her bladder made a pinprick of warmth at its opening. She bent over and buried her hands in her crotch, preventing a leak. If she used the toilet right now, they might not even find out. But that would prove nothing. Better judgment had her turn the lights back on and ensure no one hid nearby.
“Where could they have gone?” she said to herself. A wave of dread accompanied the thought, maybe they went to see what made that noise.
She considered waking Erica. But she would look like a baby if it turned out to be nothing. Although she preferred to think the girls were messing with her by making that freaky noise, the alternative would not leave her alone.
The way her bladder was contracting, standing without dancing around meant risking a leak. To alleviate the stress meant fidgeting in place or walking. She chose the latter.
But where to begin? The path to the basement she had taken with Erica skipped touring the second and third floors. Soon enough, the noise again rattled the walls. It was coming from somewhere below. She steeled her nerves.
“Who’s there?” she called down the spiral steps, into the gloom.
A hushed voice replied, “Me, Rachel. I’m in one of the doors on the right side.”
Shelly navigated the hallway by feel and ear. She put a little extra force in her voice when talking to mask her fright. “Why are you down here in the dark?”
“Promise not to get mad at me first.” Shelly found her standing in an unused bedroom lit only by a nightlight. She had knitted her brow and wiggled her hips. Her hands were in her pockets, what Shelly expected allowed her to hold between her legs without being obvious about it. “We all came downstairs looking for another bathroom where we wouldn’t get caught. But then we heard that noise and scattered. Until I heard you coming I was scared. I gotta pee so bad though.”
“Me too,” Shelly said, rubbing her thighs to share Rachel’s suffering. It still felt funny to talk about her bodily functions with someone who had given her hell about it less than a week ago. She forced it from her mind. “You don’t know where the others went?”
“No. They may have ran somewhere else together, but we were all next to each other when we heard it. It wasn’t you or Erica, was it?”
“No.” Shelly’s heart caught in her throat. Rachel could have been lying in an elaborate prank to get under her skin, but the testimony helped to short-circuit her reasoning straight to fear. “We should probably find them,” she said, “At least so they don’t try to scare us.”
“Yeah, good idea.”
They groped for a lightswitch, finally finding one. A tasseled lamp flooded the room with precious clarity. Shelly glanced at Rachel’s athletic shorts. The poor girl had a telltale wet oval in the crotch, big enough to have resulted from several squirts in her pants. Since her own solitary spurt had dried hours ago, Shelly’s own panties had no such marks. She said nothing about it to Rachel while basking in the feeling of redemption.
To both of them, Shelly was in better shape. She took the lead. Back in the murk of the hallway, a patter of bare footsteps echoed downstairs.
“I think that was one of them,” Shelly whispered. Though it would be better to keep out of sight until knowing for sure. She crept to the first floor, acutely aware of the secret passage on the way down. Against her mind’s fragile defenses pelted nightmare fantasies of it bursting open for a ghoul to drag her in. She distanced herself from it with as much speed as silence.
She thought she heard something in the direction of the kitchen. There was no lightswitch by the doorframe, so she peered into the dark. Shadows moving on the far wall made her hide against the island counter, the beating of her heart giving her away.
6: Open Water
Rachel was still with her. Rather than being gripped by similar terror, though, she appeared preoccupied with a different menace. Crouching next to Shelly, she had pinned her knees together and was gripping her crotch with both hands, propriety thrown to the wind. The lights suddenly came on, which startled Shelly, but while they both stood up, it otherwise brought no obvious effect on Rachel. She kept her eyes down and continued to whimper.
April and Jordan came out from a corner across the kitchen. April began to ask, “What are you guys do--” and cut herself off.
The reason for her interruption came from behind Shelly. Rachel had crossed her legs again, wiggling her hips and making little noises. The wet patch on her had grown, dark and shiny, down the inside of her left thigh. From her emanated a trickling sound that exploded into a loud splatter. Under the hem of her shorts arched a pee stream that broke upon the hardwood, making a sprawling puddle and leaving yellow flecks twinkling on her bare insteps.
Rachel locked her eyes to the ground. A blush that started on her ears and nose swept across her entire face and through her neck. “Sorry,” she said. She sniffled once before her face contorted. She ran away, leaving footprints and dripping more pee as she went.
“Haha, okay, one grotty little pisser down.” April crossed her arms, smugness evident from head to toe.
Jordan peeked out from behind her muscular figure. “We should probably see if she’s okay.”
April scoffed. “You could just ask Shelly about it, now that they’re pee-pals. I wish I got my phone out in time. You guys can figure out what to do about the puddle. I’m gonna try to find what’s making that weird noise.” She turned away. Jordan groaned and pursued Rachel back upstairs.
Shelly had to recover from the shock of seeing Rachel’s accident unfold before following Jordan. Why people laughed at pants-wetters still baffled her. Sure it was embarrassing having your inability to handle your needs on full display, and a little gross how it went everywhere. But having been in Rachel’s place, her own trauma had not come from the fact that it happened. The worst of the consequences were social. That someone had an accident became an amendment to people’s picture of them for a long time, if not forever. Seeing the former bully get justice made Shelly wish that anyone could have the opportunity to take a puddle of piss in stride.
Her philosophy was one soon to be tested. Flashes of doubt in her holding stamina forced thoughts of the strange noises from her head. Let April deal with it.
With the worst influence several stories below, and after seeing Rachel pee herself empty in her shorts, staving off her own accident meant Shelly needed a reassessment of strategy. Her bladder was outgrowing her strict ‘no leak’ rule. The loose shirt covered her panties, so if it happened, it happened. Better to lose one, two, or even lots of spurts. She could save strength rather than lose because of stubbornly holding the gates until sudden failure. She tested the practice by relaxing her bladder muscles slowly, shutting them again at the first hint of running pee. Control was still hers. Rather than serving as an icon of defeat, the cooling spot in her panties was her reward for outlasting at least one other.
Jordan had knelt next to Rachel, who she sat against the side of the bed. The funk of urine wafted thickly around. The brunette had finally relaxed with her pressure relieved, but stared into the distance.
“Hey Rach,” Jordan ventured, her voice soft, “How are you feeling?”
“Gross,” she sobbed, mopping her eyes. “It was so warm and sticky, and everyone was there just watching me get it everywhere. I should have gone to the bathroom up here. Screw Erica’s stupid contest.”
“Hey, at least you don’t have to worry about it anymore. The rest of us are still in it. I had no idea I could hold it this long but it sucks.” She got a laugh out of Rachel for the perspective.
“But why don’t you just go? We were all going to.”
“Not Shelly and Erica,” Jordan noted, “They were asleep. Erica’s still asleep, but Shelly’s still in it. Right?” She looked Shelly’s way.
Before Shelly could answer, the sound of another muffled spray hit her ears. She clamped her legs in a panic, but did not get the creeping heat like last time. “Yeah,” she said, catching her breath, “That’s not from me.”
Jordan’s eyes widened. She checked herself too, confirming she was still dry. All three turned to the source of the noisily flowing liquid-- the bed. “Erica?” she asked.
Shelly pulled back the covers. Erica was facing them, lying on her side. From her plaid pajama pants had begun spilling a torrent of pee that ran into her waistband and shirt before being absorbed in the sheets and unprotected mattress.
Shelly’s first instinct was to watch, mesmerized, for the second time tonight. But she had to do something. She grabbed her friend’s shoulder and shook. “Erica. Erica, wake up! You’re wetting the bed.”
Erica fluttered her eyelids, then thrashed in an attempt to stop peeing. She whined when it kept coming. She made a run for the bathroom, not bothering with the door before ripping her pants down to sit on the toilet. Only a few ringing drops made it in. The rest had poured into the bed and her clothes, with a few stray splats across the floor where she ran. Only then did she process the audience of three who had been watching with the lights on for the duration. “Shit,” she muttered after standing up again, alternating among pacing, tugging at the wet pajamas, and flicking drops from her fingers.
Shelly was nudged out of stillness by her own sharp bladder pang. A little squirming quieted it. “Erica?” she asked.
The girl in the spattered things held up her hand. “I’ve got it,” she said. She continued to fuss for a bit, stripping and bundling her wet things for another laundry load. Finally, she slumped down on the wall across from Rachel in only her pee-stained shirt and squelching lavender panties.
After some time, Erica raised her head again. “Hold on a sec,” she said, looking at Rachel’s damp shorts. Still in a haze of sleep, she pointed to herself, “Did I get pee on you too?”
Rachel replied, “No, it was me.” A sense of acceptance seemed to come to her, however slowly. “I had to go so bad and just couldn’t hold it. Everybody saw me pee on the floor in the kitchen.”
“Sorry,” Erica said, offering a hug which Rachel took, “I said you could go to the bathroom if you wanted. Did you guys go at least?” She looked at Jordan and Shelly.
“I don’t really know why but I’m still in,” Jordan answered, “It’d be stupid to quit this far in, right? Might as well see how long I can go.”
“Still in,” Shelly answered proudly, getting an odd thrill out of showing off her fidgeting, “I actually peed a little but I have to beat April.” Getting to share like this invigorated her.
Erica grinned at her, then turned pensive. “Speaking of which, where is April?”
The scratching came again, making them all jump.
Rachel took a moment to explain the noise and said, “She’s probably down there with whatever’s doing that.”
Erica looked apologetically at Shelly before saying, “We should go and find her.” Shelly put up token resistance, and supposed, “Should we wake your dad up?”
The look she got was a clear ‘no’ so conceded. As much as she hated the vile girl, she did not wish actual harm on her. Besides, they had a lot of laundry to do. Erica retrieved a flashlight. She handed it to Shelly in order to shoulder the sodden bundle while the four girls trooped down the stairs.
At the landing before the ground level, Shelly froze. Whether from a great urge to pee or great fright, she shivered. Her flashlight beam showed the secret passage hanging open. A forceful squirt had run to her thigh. She got over the initial shock, wiped the drop from her leg, and explained the passage’s discovery and re-closure.
“Okay, so what do you guys wanna do?” Jordan asked. “Just make it quick ‘cause I’m, like, about to pee myself too.” She was bent over with her hands between her thighs. It was impossible to tell for Shelly in the low light if she had leaked any as well.
Erica volunteered a suggestion first. “I say we split up.”
“Are you crazy?” Rachel asked, balking, “Well if we do, I’m not going in there.”
“We could do it in two groups. Shelly was with me when we found this secret door so the two of us can go in. You and Jordan can go back to the kitchen where you saw April last.”
Rachel rubbed her upper arms. “I guess that’s okay.” She and Jordan scampered past the opening. Their departure left Erica and Shelly alone.
Erica spoke quietly once the coast was clear. “I’m sorry you had to see me wet the bed. It was my fault. You won’t tell anyone I do it a lot, will you?”
Shelly gawked at her. This was not the confident, effortlessly cool girl she knew. “Not that it really matters right now with the creepy noises going on, but it wasn’t your fault. You had half a gallon of piss like the rest of us when you went to sleep and told me before about your nighttime wetting. Honestly, it’s no big deal.”
“I thought I got over it,” she whined, “Even with the holding contest I shouldn’t have ruined the bed. We were supposed to share it tonight.”
“Well, when was the last time you did it?” Shelly asked.
“That day I stayed out of school. I wasn’t actually sick, but my mom thought I was over it too. I didn’t want her to know I did it again. So I waited for her to go to work and washed my sheets.”
Shelly had clicked well into the counselor role. “And you didn’t think having a sleepover-slash-holding contest might lead to peeing the bed?”
“I don’t know, I thought it would be okay,” Erica cried.
“It is okay,” Shelly reassured, hugging her, “I haven’t told anyone you’ve done it before. Let’s just go.” She felt for Erica, but was ready to move on. They abandoned her wet linens at the landing and crept to the entrance.
...Work continues! Check here for updates in the near future.
Edited February 23, 2017 by AliasnameTO
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Update time!! Only three more chapters this time, not the entire second half. But the end is nigh!
7: Gremlins
Shelly’s flashlight beam made sure nothing lurked nearby before they went in. The dust on the floor of the passage was cool and fine. Stepping in it instantly greyed the girls’ soles upon examination. Doing so on even patches left footprints clear enough to discern where each toe made contact.
The girls reached a dead-end deep in the passage. Nearby was a hole in the floor with the top of a ladder against the rim. The ladder appeared to be carved by hand and was covered with cobwebs. Shelly perched herself on the edge, testing the rungs’ strength before descending to explore further. She bit her lip. Getting grungy feet from picking around an abandoned place sent tingles through her, keeping her wide awake at such an hour.
She resisted the high when discovering something off. In some places around, not all the dust lay undisturbed. Erica gripped Shelly’s arm and whimpered, “Shelly, what made those?” She pointed toward an intersection of tunnels. Patterns of marks interrupted the film of dust on the floor. They looked to belong to an animal with claws. Erica’s grandparents had no dogs or cats, and the prints were certainly far too big to be made by rodents. To boot, judging from the multiple lines of them, the girls shared the house with more than just one.
“I don’t know.” Shelly stared at the prints. Her mind became a slideshow of beasts. Flashlight shadows behind the exposed wall studs lashed like flames. Shelly had trouble keeping the beam on the prints the way her hands trembled. She did not try very hard to stop; with Erica acting at least as scared, there was no need to play steely-nerves.
At least Erica didn’t have to pee. Shelly wasn’t doing as badly as last time, but all the nervous shaking crippled her strength. Every few steps her panties caught another leak. The fabric absorbed each as shots of warmth, each giving way to turning cool and clingy until the next arrived. She squeezed between her legs with her off hand; the leaking stopped.
“You must have to go so bad,” Erica said, dispelling some of the tension.
“Oh my god, yeah.” She paused to cross her legs. A month ago, Shelly would never have dreamed of having this conversation. But she and Erica had shared a lot in a short time. “I actually did some more already, sorry if I get it on your shirt.” She smudged it with pee from her hand by lifting the front, also pointing the light beam to glint on her wet underwear.
Erica inspected them, grinning. “You might be wetter than me.” Rather than a giant T-shirt drooping off her shoulder, she had only a regular-sized top and no pants, so Shelly compared patches merely by flicking the light. Erica’s fainter stain covered most of her panties’ area.
Shelly snapped from showing off their pee spots when the sound came back. It cut the air as if few or no walls separated her from it.
Erica seized Shelly’s arm again. “Let’s go back,” she begged, “We need my dad.”
The closeness of the scratching had the opposite effect on Shelly, who pressed on. For some reason it banished the visions of monsters and brought humbler creatures to her imagination. As her adrenaline shot wore off, she even had an easier time holding her bladder. She craned forward. “It sounded kinda small.”
“Small things can still be scary!” Erica contested.
Shelly had no chance to reply thanks to something ahead letting out a shrill, inhuman cry. Erica screamed and stumbled backward. Sweat bloomed all over the redhead, and her bladder did a flip. But when she turned to look, the eyes of a plump raccoon and several little ones glowed green before her. Erica’s commotion made them scurry into the dark. The panic left her. She laughed.
“What are you laughing at?” Erica shot, dusting herself off, “That raccoon was huge! And it had babies.”
Despite her bladder still writhing as before, seeing the raccoons dissolved the rest of her anxiety. The drop in tension actually brought weight back to her eyelids. She yawned. “Well if that’s what was making the noises, we’ll probably survive. We just need to get them outside.”
“That’s not for us. We should just tell someone we’ve got raccoons and explore the secret passage in the daytime.”
Shelly agreed. “Alright, let’s get out of here then. But do we have to backtrack? The way we came is pretty far. There’s got to be another entrance to the rest of the house close by.”
The sag of Erica’s eyebrows meant she was ready to give in, if reluctantly. “If we get mauled by raccoons, it’s your fault.”
“Well they went that way, so let’s go this way.” Shelly took the opposite path to which the little family fled.
8: Walled In
Not long after, the path ahead glowed with lamp light. The girls tiptoed forward. A bare bulb in the ceiling of a small room illuminated a stack of barrels in one corner and three more branching paths. Two were tracked with bare footsteps that certainly belonged to someone other than Shelly or Erica. The footprints led to a gap between the barrels and the wall. Out of the same gap rung the sound of water pattering on the floor. A feminine voice sighed. Soon, carrying tufts of dust on its leading edge, a finger of yellow liquid snaked out as well.
“Hello?” Shelly called. The voice yelped and a girl with glossy blonde hair tumbled out. She managed to pull up her leggings, but failed to cut off her stream first. She knelt with both hands buried in her crotch. Darkness spread down her lower half to a high-pitched hiss, its advance slowed where rivulets jumped free and rained onto her feet. The flow subsided for a moment. Even if she succeeded in stopping before the end, the damage was done. She released her hands, peeing for a few more seconds until the deluge died a second time.
Out of nowhere, Rachel ran into the room. “Oh, hey guys, I see Jordan found you. Jor? Oh.”
Jordan was silent and bright red. She looked up at them from her knees in an impressive puddle, dripping wet. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.
Erica looked quite pleased for watching yet another friend pee on her grandparents’ floor, even if it was in a dingy, unused passage. “It’s fine,” she said, waving off her apology. “Pretty much all of us have been there now. But it’s what you get for trying to sneak a pee,” Erica teased. “Speaking of which,” she mused, “I think it’s only Shelly and April left.”
Thinking about April made Shelly’s pee crash inside her once more. She stood on one leg to fight the surge. A stubborn trickle persisted for far too long. The run drew a wet line to her bottom, where a single drop hung, then fell.
The three others leveled focused stares. It turned out that bringing her knee up had exposed her underwear right when the leak happened. All the girls were damp; Erica’s shirt and briefs in particular were also more revealing than Shelly’s outfit, but she pushed her desperate friend’s knee back down. “Shelly, you’re showing us your wet crotch.”
Shelly’s ears flared. Jordan used the gaffe to peek out from her self-pity. “Uh-oh, looks like Shelly might be in trouble!”
She groaned and stretched a handful of shirt between her legs. It sponged up some of the moisture. “We found what was making the noises,” she announced.
“Way to change the subject,” Rachel said, ribbing her while wringing her own clothes, “What was it?”
“A family of raccoons.”
Rachel mouthed thanks to the heavens. “Could have been way worse.”
“Yeah.” Shelly had just begun to get comfortable again when the light went out. She fumbled with the flashlight. Without a direction to point it in, though, she swung the beam wildly. The girls’ figures were ghastly in the momentary beam which revealed their rising concern. Shelly pleaded, “Who hit the lights?”
None of them had. The overhead bulb flickered on and off, too quickly to make use of the light. Just enough to get the girls in a panic once more. They flew to the walls for a switch. Soon, an echoing, unearthly sound resonated. Shelly’s brain conjured the image of an emaciated figure howling from a pit of the damned.
The light quit flickering, settling again on darkness. Shelly was the only one in position to do anything, having the flashlight. She pointed it at every likely spot, whimpering. The others cried out and grasped in the dark. Shelly nearly abandoned them to run for her life.
9: Final Destination
Before she did, a pair of powerful hands seized her shoulders. A voice from behind said, “Boo!”
Shelly shrieked, and so did the three others. In the moment the assailant had paralyzed, almost blinded her with terror, the lights came back on. Now four girls stood before Shelly-- the monster had been April, who was out of air for laughing so hard. Even with the sense of danger gone, Shelly’s heart threatened to explode. She had erupted in sweat, cold everywhere except between her legs.
“Oh my God, April!” Erica glared after the fright of her life. But calm soon came back to her. “Um, Shel...” She inclined her eyes downward. Shelly’s followed. A warm spray had filled her panties and was sheeting down her thighs. April, who had begun to recover from laughing, started again, reveling in the sight with her victory secure. Shelly tried to slow the tide, but only succeeded in dousing her hands and the front of her shirt. Stopping it was hopeless. But unlike last time, she was not burdened by anyone’s opinion of what was happening. Her universe had shrunk to encompass her own body and the feeling of pee coming down. She sighed and let herself empty. The overdue, otherworldly relief sent a final shiver through her.
The three other girls stayed quiet. April slow-clapped. “You did better than expected, but got the piss scared out of you no problem, Smelly McSpill.”
The name-calling had no effect this time. She was wearing only panties and an oversized shirt that made her look small. Her legs were shining from having freshly peed herself out of fear in front of all her bullies, especially her loathsome adversary. But she found the resolve to put her hands on her hips and face April.
Shelly stared with the gaze of an Old West gunslinger. The larger girl stood a little unsettled, never still for more than a moment. A close look at her crotch revealed that her tangerine yoga pants did indeed have a wet spot on them. April was not invincible. Shelly pointed at the patch, commenting, “Did you spill another drink? You’ve got a little something right there.”
April twisted her leg to conceal the spot. “Quit looking at my crotch, you perv!”
Erica resumed her role as arbiter of the contest, making no secret of her disappointment. She conceded, “I guess that settles it. April wins and gets to make fun of us for having accidents.”
“I was going to anyway, because you guys are like little kids,” she said. Her claim was punctuated when she grimaced and bent forward. She began to bounce her heel again, but caught their eyes and quickly stopped.
The rest had then caught on that April was hardly ahead of the curve. Jordan crossed her arms to warm herself, proposing, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready for bed now.” The rest of the wet girls agreed. She raised her eyebrows and added, “We should let April go to the bathroom and call it a night.”
April crossed her arms with a different motivation. “You guys lead the way, since you’re so ready for bedtime.”
Shelly winked at Jordan. “Okay,” she said, taking the passage Jordan had come from. The others followed, and another exit to the main part of the house let in light not far beyond.
They made it to the second floor hallway before Shelly saw fit to call April out. She had still not accompanied the group. Shelly shushed the others with a finger to her lips and sneaked back. She peeked around a corner at the straggler.
10: The Room
April leaned with one hand against the wall. The other was locked in her crotch, in between her legs knotted. She did an uninhibited pee-dance from that position, her face twisted in defiance.
She possessed the physique of a champion and the attitude of an empress, yet was not yet insulated from the basics of nature. It appeared the news was not reaching her gently. That poor girl. Shelly suppressed the glimmer of sympathy for how much stress April demonstrated. When she revealed herself, April scowled and tried to recover composure.
No sharp comments, just a plea. “Leave me alone!” April snapped.
By now the other three had joined the scene. Erica processed what was happening. “Can you walk?” she asked.
“Yeah,” the struggling girl said, her anger beginning to waver.
Erica pointed. “There’s a bathroom literally right over there, if you can make it.”
“I can,” April stared, drawing herself up as much as possible, “But I don’t need it. My stomach just hurts.”
“Are you kidding me right now?” Rachel said. She was one of April’s closest friends before the sleepover, but was in no hurry to fly to her side at the moment. “You haven’t gone since this afternoon and the sun’s gonna come up in a few hours. Plus, if you didn’t scare Shelly, I bet she would have won.”
The hypothetical made April’s features twitch. “I just don’t wanna go, okay?” Her stony exterior had begun to crumble with how she begged. She looked so… vulnerable.
Being freed from her yellow tyranny cleared Shelly’s head as if coming down from a euphoric state. Her instincts got the better of her. She waved the other girls away to give some privacy. “April,” she said, stepping forward. She did an excellent job of looking collected while wanting to shake like a leaf. The two girls were a foot from each other so Shelly could speak at almost a whisper. “Five minutes ago, I got so scared in that passage that I peed myself in front of my one friend. The first time I had an accident wasn’t from being scared or even doing a competition. Other people might have been able to hold it, but I couldn’t. You guys made me feel so bad afterward for what happened that I cried in school. There’s nothing you can say to me that should embarrass you. But Erica never teased me, and I’m not gonna tease you. So seriously, what’s wrong?”
April had been listening with her forehead against the wall, the rest of her writhing with almost all the vigor as when she thought herself alone. She grit her teeth, finally giving in to the question. “It’s just-- that one part from the movie.”
Shelly turned her eyes in searching for what that meant. “The… bathroom scene in The Shining? Are you scared to go? Big, bad April was deathly afraid of a movie! She wanted to grin and rub it in so badly. But she made a promise, and bit her cheek to keep a straight face.
The stars aligned, and April gave a meek nod. “It was just so gross and disturbing and, like, I can’t explain it. But it feels like there might be something weird in there.” She winced and nearly lost her balance. Shelly suspected she had leaked.
Perhaps this is what her mom meant by ‘kill them with kindness.’ “C’mon,” she said, “We can go together.”
The other girls were looking on from a safe distance while April shuffled to the bathroom with her unlikely escort. At the door, however, she stopped, glancing up the stairs. “Oh, would you? Please Shelly, I have to go so bad. But what if they find out I wanted you with me?”
This needy, anxious April was a different girl altogether. “They won’t,” Shelly said, “Just go before you pee yourself too. I’m right here.”
“Okay.” She went in.
The spacious bathroom reflected an odd sense of decor compared to the rest of the house. It looked far too modern to be original, but had not been redone in the past few decades either. Uncannily so, the seafoam walls and chrome trim resembled those in the movie. Completing the picture was the white, translucent shower curtain obscuring the bathtub at the end.
April collided with Shelly while trying to turn and run, shielding her eyes. “I can’t, I can’t,” she said, practically crying, “She came out of the the tub right there and I just can’t.”
This was getting ridiculous; Shelly’s sympathy began to wane. “What are you gonna do,” she asked, not budging, “Pee outside? The rest of us got some on the floor but not on purpose. Well, Jordan did, but had her just desserts as most of it got on herself. But you have to get over this.”
“I’ll pee outside if I frigging want to,” April retorted, getting in Shelly’s face. Her old attitude was well on the way to returning just the same.
“Yeah, outside where it’s cold and there are bugs and snakes and other dangerous animals that are real. I’ll even stand between the tub and the toilet for you if I have to.”
April clenched her fists and pee-danced in a circle, eventually relenting. Shelly stood next to the tub and drew the curtain open. The action made April recoil, but she followed.
Halfway there by the baby steps she was taking, the scratching sound came back. It no longer had any air of mystery, but April sensed on a level above red alert. She whimpered loudly and kneaded her crotch.
Hope for her dwindled even after coming to grips that the sound was nothing more than energetic raccoons in the passages. She groaned and hopped in a frenzy while making no progress toward the toilet.
After a final exhale, she lost her battle. Her orange yoga pants, which came to mid-calf, gained dark stripes all the way down in an instant. Her stream’s forcefulness punished them; the noise of the splashing in her underwear echoed on the bare surfaces. April had enough presence of mind to step out of her own puddle, proceeding to make a new one just as big with the sheer volume coming out of her. Shelly took the chance of wrestling April, who still gushed like a faucet, onto the toilet seat.
The tub was devoid of nightmarish women, a fact April could now confirm with her own eyes. Her anxiousness diminished while continuing to pee through her clothes.
For a moment, looking up from the toilet, she met Shelly’s eyes. Shelly saw fit to turn away until she had finished. She stood after the last drops went in, sighing. “Great,” she muttered.
Shelly faced her again. April’s pants remained weighty and reeking. Explaining what happened to the other three might prove a challenge. Then an idea came to her. Erica had saved her with the sprinklers. She could do the same now. “On the count of three,” she warned, arming herself with the flexible showerhead, “Yell at me for a second and run out the door. One…”
“What are you--?” April stammered.
“Two… Three!” Shelly turned the water on. The spray pelted April and the floor where her puddle lay.
“Oh my God, Shelly! What the… Ugh!” She tore open the door and escaped the shower’s range.
Shelly wore a wicked grin when she replaced the showerhead, exiting the bathroom to see a throng of girls gathered around April’s drenched figure.
“I just went to the bathroom and she barged in and started spraying me with the shower!”
“Shh!” Erica said, “Don’t wake my dad up unless you want to give him the whole story too.” April dripped all over the floor, but continued to vent more quietly.
EDIT: Don't know why my spoilers keep nesting like that, and it is too late to mess with. I apologize for the wonky formatting. X.X Maybe I'll request this thread be deleted so I can repost it all at the same time.
Edited February 26, 2017 by AliasnameTO
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After being a lurker for quite some time, I decided to write some fiction. This is my first story, please enjoy.
CHAPTER 1
An alarm sounds, 7 am, Barbara hits snooze. Thirty minutes later she shoots awake: “Shit, John’s gonna be here in fifteen minutes”, she thinks. She quickly gets out of bed, puts on some clothes, eats some cornflakes and has a glass of water.
Then she hears a car pull op in front of her house, she quickly runs out and gets in, feeling a twinge in her bladder but nothing bad. She greets John, her modelling agent as Barbara is having her first ever photoshoot today. They drive off to the set, about half an hour’s drive away.
Half an hour without traffic that is, as they hit it as soon as they pull onto the motorway. But nothing to bad though and they arrive about fifteen minutes later than planned.
As Barbara walks into the building where the shoot is set she feels her bladder twinging again. Looking around if she sees a bathroom sign, she is greeted by a woman named Julia.
Julia explains that since Barbara and John arrived a little late she has to get her make-up down right now, reluctantly – noticing her filling bladder – Barbara follows Julia to the make-up room and sits down.
After ten minutes her make-up and hair are down and Julia leads the way to the dressing rooms. Barbara walks in and notices five pair of jeans she will be wearing for today’s shoot. What she doesn’t see is a toilet.
Julia informs that she is expected to be changed in two minutes for the shoot to start. A bit sleepy still Barbara quickly gulps down a mug of coffee which stood ready and waiting for her. She immediately regrets it though, feeling her now full bladder.
Thirty minutes and three pairs of jeans later, Barbara is getting truly desperate. Changing into the fourth pair, she has to pause for a second fighting of her first wave of desperation. “I can’t use my hands, I can’t on stage either”, she thinks. Zipping up the jeans she is relieved though, as this pair is significantly looser fitting as the pair before.
As the photos are being taken, Barbara does everything in her might not to fidget. She succeeds and heads of to change into the final pair of jeans. Luckily for her these are not too tight either.
A couple minutes later the final round of pictures are being taken, however not without the occasional squirm. “Are you alright?”, Julia asks. “Yes, just a little cold”, Barbara quickly replies to dose of any suspicion of her real plight.
“Ok, last picture”
“Thank god”, Barbara whispers to herself.
Quickly walking off to her changing room, she strips the jeans off. A knock on the door, it’s Julia.
“Barbara, our bikini model didn’t show up, mind posing in these two bikini’s while you’re here?”, Julia asks showing two bikini sets.
“Yeah, no problem, but can I use the bathroom first?”
“Uhm, John didn’t tell you? This building doesn’t have bathrooms”
“Oh, well ok then”, Barbara responds coolly. Her mind not so cool however. But she resolves by telling herself that she will be home in an hour, and she can definitely hold another hour.
Changing into the first bikini she is mortified, it’s a size too small and really pressing on her bladder.
She walks out, but not without fidgeting every minute or two during the shoot. Blaming the increased fidgeting on the even colder surroundings as she as now wearing less clothes.
Finished with the first bikini she changes into the second, but with the bottom off, she feels another wave coming, quickly grabbing her bare pussy in the privacy of her changing room.
The wave subsides a she swiftly puts on the second, also very tight, bikini.
“Forty five more minutes and I’m home. I can do this”, she assures herself.
Struggling to stay still, the final shoot takes a little longer than expected but eventually they finish.
She walks off to the changing room for the final time she grabs herself as soon as she’s in there. Fighting of the wave, she dresses in her yoga pants, thanking god she decided to wear those today.
“Let’s go”, Barbara says to John a s she walks out of her dressing room.
“Ok”, is John’s simple reply.
As they hit the motorway again, John strikes up the conversation, complementing Barbara on her brilliance during the photoshoot.
Barbara isn’t really listening though, as she’s fully concentrating on keeping her bladders content in.
Fifteen minutes into the drive home Barbara sees no other resolve than grabbing her pussy through her yoga pants. She tried crossing her legs, fidgeting and bouncing her legs but it’s not enough.
John immediately notices as Barbara grabs herself: ”Are you ok?”
“Yes, just need a wee really badly. The stupid studio didn’t have bathrooms.”
“Didn’t I tell you so?”
“No”, Barbara says a little annoyed.
“Oh sorry. But don’t worry we’ll be at your hose in ten minutes, you can hold it”
“Yes, I can”, she says. “No, I can’t”, she thinks.
But ten minutes later as they pull up to her house she is still holding strong, she even managed to get her key out of her purse already.
Barbara opens the car’s door and thanks John for the ride. But as soon as she gets up she feels gravity is not gonna be her friend today and as soon as she is out of the car she puts both her hands on her pussy. John drives off.
Now alone Barbara feels another wave hit her. She grabs herself even tighter but to no avail. A second or so spurt leaves her urethra and a tear rolls down her cheek.
“Just a little longer”, she says to herself.
Waddling to the front door she removes one hand so she can unlock it.
Another spurt, this one about three seconds long she feels her hand get wet.
“No, this can’t be happening”, she thinks quickly moving her second hand to her crotch again stopping the flow.
She manages to open the door and now stands in her hallway. Another spurt, two hands in her crotch, she stops it. For a second, then another spurt and another.
Now having a dinner size wet spot on her yoga pants, she starts sobbing. She manages to take two steps towards her bathroom as another spurt leaves her.
This one, though cannot be stopped as small trickle continues leaving her pussy. The trickle turns into a stream and she starts peeing uncontrollably through her pants.
A minute later the stream finally subsides and Barbara walks off to her bathroom crying. “Thank god I live alone”, she says to herself out loud.
She takes a quick shower and decides on having an afternoon nap. She steps into her bed naked as she always does.
An hour later she awakes, desperate to pee again.
“How can I fill up this quickly”, she thinks.
However, being so comfy she doesn’t wanna get up. Trying to fall back asleep she succeeds five minutes later.
She sleeps for another five minutes, she wakes up to a spurt.
“Shit”, she thinks feeling her bedsheets. She quickly realises it was just that one spurt that left her.
But trying to get up is hard, another spurt leaves her.
She manages to stop it after two or so seconds and she sits on the edge of her bed.
But as soon as her feet hit the cold floor the flood gates open she is now full on wetting. First on her bed but she quickly slides off, now splattering all of her pee on her feet and floor. She starts crying again.
After another minute she finishes peeing again, having a lot of cleaning to do.
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Saturdays were nice. Kobayashi was home, so Tohru didn't need to watch the apartment. And Kanna didn't have school, so while she couldn't play with her friends from class, it was nice to have a little time between the two dragons. Yes, Tohru and Kanna were dragons, currently in human form to blend in to this world. There should have been an aversion to playing the part of the drake's oppressor and predator, but it was necessary to do things like that for cover. And, as they were discovering in their traveling time, humans weren't all evil, not like they were used to in their home world.
Unlike what most would suspect, two dragons walking around in public didn't look that unusual. Kanna just looked like a little kid, her silver hair, white and pink dress, and tired expression were a little unusual, but not impossible. Tohru stood out a little more in her maid outfit, but given the cosplay cafes around, this very well could interpreted as a worker at one of those establishments taking her little sister out to play. Now, if their horns or tails were visible, that might be a different story Well, Tohru's horns were out, but costume.
They had made a few stops throughout the day, gotten a few treats, and had settled down in a playground. They'd visited one close to their house plenty of times, but this one had different toys that Kanna was curious about. "Lady Tohru, what's that thing?"
Tohru looked over the attraction her little companion was referring to, a large disc adorned with many raised holding bars. The older dragon, having never seen this device, was trying to figure out its purpose. Kanna was not so patient, running over to it as soon as she asked the question and jumping into it, her momentum causing it to rotate somewhat. Now Tohru got it, and she ran over to join. "Hold on tight, Kanna!" She grabbed one of the bars and spun it with all her strength.
The centrifugal force from that spin would probably be enough to kill a normal human, but dragons liked to play rough. Kanna wasn't the type to exclaim her joy, but Tohru could see it on her face in the nanosecond she passed by. Others may have looked on in possible horror, but these were not very astute girls.
At least when it came to noticing others, because Tohru saw immediately on one of the rotations when Kanna suddenly didn't look so hot. No hesitation, she grabbed a bar and pulled the wheel to a halt, in a way that would give serious whiplash to a human. "Are you alright? Was I making you sick?"
"That's not it, Lady Tohru," Kanna assured, swaying in place from dizziness. "It was just a little fast, is all." It was subtle, but her legs wiggled just a bit.
The older dragon noticed, chalk it up to superhuman senses. "Do you need to use the bathroom, Kanna?"
She was a little surprised at being exposed so quickly, but she backed down quickly. "Yep, I only noticed spinning that fast."
Tohru looked around the playground, where the only structures were the toys, benches, and tables. She didn't recall seeing any bathrooms on the way here, either. "So do you want to go home now?"
Kanna started pouting. "There's new toys here. I want to play. I can wait to use the bathroom." Tohru wasn't so sure, but it was Kanna's need, dragons had strong bladders, she gave her junior the benefit of the doubt. She'd probably be fine.
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Kanna was trying to achieve every kid's dream, making the swing go a full circle. But cool dragon powers didn't change her momentum, so the attempt was just as futile. But she was determined to make it work, so she was going to keep it up until her body couldn't handle any more, a limit fast approaching. There was no way she'd be lasting long with that much pee inside her, and somewhere, she knew it. She was just being stubborn and having too much fun to leave.
Too bad it was getting incredibly obvious to anyone watching. This time, even Tohru couldn't look past it, Kanna needed to hurry if she wanted to stay dry. She needed to intervene, grabbing the chain of the swing to force it to a stop, Kanna would have flown off if she wasn't holding tight. "It's time to leave now, Kanna. For your own good."
Kanna jumped off her seat, her knees buckling when she hit the sand. Unknown to anyone else, the landing impact shook her up, and a little pee leaked out. Perhaps she may have overestimated her abilities a hair. "I'm ready to go, Lady Tohru. But may we please make a stop on the way back," she nervously asked, as if it was nothing more than a request. Hard to admit her failings up to this point.
"If there is one," Tohru corrected. "You may have to wait until we get home." Slowly, Kanna nodded, clasping her hands above her dress, right in front of her crotch. A silent suffering, one that tugged at Tohru's heart. How could anyone resist the little dragon's giant blue eyes? "But I'll keep a look out for other types of privacy." After all, it's not like bathrooms were a part of the dragon's original habitat, doing things a little more natural was technically the more common way to do business.
Tohru took Kanna's hand and led her out of the park, careful not to go too fast to avoid straining the tiny girl, in the direction of Miss Kobayashi's apartment. Just as she promised, she was on the lookout for a restroom, just coming up short. They weren't going to find a dedicated bathroom outside a park, one they wouldn't pass on the return trip, but even the alleys or the plants weren't enough. Even a town that wasn't heavily populated still had too many witnesses on a weekend.
Kanna was starting to demand more attention, though not intentionally. Every once in a while, her hand would slide up Tohru's wrist and tug on her sleeve. Tohru would then look down, assuming Kanna wanted something, only to find the kid looking forward. Once, the distraction was enough for her to collide with another person, who ended up knocked back from the sheer mass of a dragon. Finally, one of those pulls was accompanied with a quiet request. "Lady Tohru, why not transform into your dragon form and fly us home?"
"Miss Kobayashi says I'm forbidden from transforming where I might be seen."
"But it's an emergency, and you've got Perception Blocking..."
"I know, and I'd totally bend the rules for your sake. But there isn't room to transform anyway, not with these narrow streets." And, understandable but still cruel, she didn't want to risk Kanna losing it while on her back, Though the reminder of her magic power was appreciated. "Though, now that you mention it, I can use Perception Blocking to make you invisible and you can go wherever you want. Do you want to do it now?"
Kanna took a few seconds to seriously consider it, but subtly shook her head. "I don't want to." She started dancing a tiny bit, Tohru hoping it was the final straw that convinced her not to torture herself any longer, but Kanna stuck it out. What a time to be obstinate.
It wasn't hard to guess how desperate the dragon was, no matter how much she was asserting her dominance over her bladder, but only Kanna knew the full extent it reached. She was in some horrible pain, her body wringing her around to make her drain the liquids. She was just a kid, so her introspective perception was weak, but she'd describe herself as "at my absolute limit" if she was the talkative type. She'd also say her decision to keep going regardless was the adult thing to do, instead of being needlessly difficult.
Even acting like a big girl, the school-age dragon couldn't possibly make it much further. Good thing there was no one to look, because Kanna's dress was short, and it wouldn't do anything to conceal how wet her panties were. The light purple garment was progressively getting more and more stained. Soon enough, it wouldn't be possible to hide it, when little rivulets would flow down her thighs, and that would be highly visible on her white stockings.
Among the senses dragons had enhanced, smell was one of them. She certainly didn't enjoy it, but Tohru had been able to smell Kanna's urine for a while now. She wanted to be respectful and not bring it up, but with the scent getting stronger, she could only conclude that time was running out. A quick examination of their surroundings, no one was looking at them at the moment, the two weren't getting a better opportunity. Tohru put her hand on Kanna's shoulder, and whispered, "Perception Blocking."
Magic blanketed the dragons, covering them like a cloak, disguising them from the senses of all humans. They were effectively gone, so long as no one touched them. It took effect just in time, right when Kanna's focus gave in, her horns and tail flashed back into view. She couldn't keep up the facade any more, now she grabbed her crotch hard, going all out on the dancing with thigh-rubbing, bending down, and trembling all over.
"Don't worry, Kanna, just hold on a little longer! I've got this!" Tohru got behind her friend and shoved her into the closest gap between the buildings, putting a trash can between them and the street. Even if they were unseen, the downpour about to crash down would not be. "I'm not taking no for an answer this time. Just go, Kanna."
Tohru wasn't expecting another fight from Kanna, she'd have to accept her loss at some point, she couldn't be stubborn forever. She was, however, expecting Kanna to remove her panties and squat down or something. Instead, probably just to avoid the pain any longer, she simply removed her hands, spread her legs just the slightest bit, and started wetting herself.
True to her concerns, it was remarkably visible. In the span of the opening seconds, her stockings were absolutely ruined all the way down to her feet. Her dress was short enough to avoid a mess, but it hardly mattered when there was just so much pee. It wasn't an insane amount, per se, but dragons already had a better bladder capacity than humans, so Kanna's stream was powerful, a perfect shining gold, and really loud. It didn't matter that they had ducked away from prying eyes, it couldn't be possible that they were still unheard.
Above all else, watching this unfold in front of her, Tohru felt sorry. It'd be easy to write it off as Kanna getting what she deserved for putting this off so long, and therefore easy to have no sympathy towards. But still, Tohru and Kanna were close, living in the same house now, and one of them was having an accident. The maid dragon found herself kind of wishing she had to pee as well, at least then she could also wet herself and make the kid feel better.
Kanna, meanwhile, wasn't doing as bad as expected. She wasn't stupid, she also recognized this was her fault, and she was the one who gave in without undressing. Maybe she could have made it while still taking her underwear off, but that would have taken some time, and she chose against waiting a single extra second. She was so full and hurting so bad up to this point, it was worth going through the embarrassment of soaking herself just to free herself from the stinging, chilling pain of a bursting bladder.
But that didn't mean she was completely okay with what was happening. Regardless of the circumstances leading up to it, she was still doing something incredibly demeaning. Her quiet nature mostly hid her distress, but tears still began forming on the bottoms of her eyes, as her head fell and made her look incredibly melancholy. By the time her stream lost most of its force, she looked bad.
Tohru noticed, it was impossible not to, and her moment to shine as a caretaker came. Delicately, she reached her right hand out, and gently wiped Kanna's tears off with her index finger. "It's fine. I don't blame you for what happened." Kanna wouldn't make eye contact, seemingly rejecting the comforts. "No, I mean it! Even Miss Kobayashi wets herself sometimes when she's been drinking!"
Perhaps throwing someone else under the bus wasn't the best way to deal with this. It didn't seem to make Kanna feel better, at least. Tohru sighed at her own failure. "Point is, it's not a big deal. Let's just get home and get you cleaned up. Take my hand." She dismissed her own Perception Blocking while leaving Kanna's active, and held out her own arm. Kanna, who had thankfully kept her hands dry through the ordeal, reluctantly took hold. Tohru may not have been able to bring her back quickly as a full-out dragon, but she'd still do whatever she could for her little dragon friend. |
Sometimes it was better to be home. As soon as the dragons entered the door to Miss Kobayashi's apartment, Kanna undressed and took a bath, and was now sleeping and recharging (quite literally). Tohru, while washing the wet clothes scales, had informed Kobayashi of the day's events. She had just finished recounting the full story, and Kobayashi wasn't too pleased with one of the later details. "Did you really need to tell her about my accidents?"
"If Kanna's living here, she would have found out for herself sooner or later," Tohru justified.
Kobayashi grumbled. "And I would have preferred if it was later. Still, I'm surprised. I would never have expected Kanna to piss herself. She just seems better than that."
"You're sending the signal that it's okay when you do it. I think you're being a bad influence on her, Miss Kobayashi..."
"I thought you just said she didn't know about me doing it."
"...with you staying out late with a guy, frequent drinking, keeping inappropriate materials out where kids can see them..."
"For the last time, 'Dragon Ball' is not pornographic!"
"Point is, you need to watch yourself. You're not a single woman anymore, we need to set a good example for our child."
"Is that how you see this living arrangement," Kobayashi asked, exasperated. Still, maybe Tohru had a point, she'd feel pretty bad if innocent little Kanna grew into a morally bankrupt adult because of her own habits. Though, considering the fellow dragons she was surrounded by, it was a miracle it didn't happen already. They were lustful, lust-inducing, hateful, the only thing they had was that they controlled their bladders. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you use the bathroom, Tohru."
"Of course not, I'm an adult dragon. We've got strong bladders that hold a lot, it's only a problem every day or two. Honestly, I'm amazed humans can manage having to go every few hours." Just then, an idea popped in Tohru's head, and she was up and hovering over Kobayashi in a millisecond. "Did you want to see me pee, Miss Kobayashi?!"
For being such a mighty dragon, it wasn't hard for a desk job human to push her away. "Absolutely not what I was getting at. Just curious." Though, similarly, Kobayashi had an idea. Tohru had gone out with Kanna immediately after breakfast, and had done laundry right when she got back. That left her no time to have peed today, not when she was too heavy a sleeper to go in the middle of the night. And she didn't recall Tohru excusing herself any time last night, so she had to be filling up by now. "Actually, how much do you have to go now," she asked, with a devilish grin on her face.
Tohru couldn't be happier. "Well, it's not too bad now, but I can drink a lot of water to fill up fast! I wouldn't hide any of my body from you!" Before anyone could stop her, she dashed to the kitchen, grabbed a cup, filled it with tap water, and was chugging it down.
She probably would have kept going until she was sick to her stomach if Kobayashi didn't stop her. "You're being gross again. What I'm trying to say is, you act so high and mighty as a dragon, I want to see your limits. Hold it in as long as you can, until I say it's okay to pee."
"Why do you want me to do that?"
"Think of it as a humbling experience. You need to understand how bad it is for us humans that always need to go if you want to be part of our society." Perhaps it wasn't the strongest argument, even Tohru was about to debate it, but Kobayashi shut her up with one final statement. "Don't you know it's the duty of the maid to follow their master's wishes?"
That was it, the perfect hit to a dragon's pride, sharp enough to pierce scales. "Of course, I'll do anything you ask, Miss Kobayashi! No toilet for me until your permission is granted!"
Kobayashi smirked. If nothing else, this should prove to be entertaining.
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True to Tohru's claims, hours passed before the first major landmark of desperation was hit. Dinner had been finished and eaten, without tail meat at Kobayashi's begging, so now it was time to clean up the dishes. That's when Tohru first noticed a need to pee, as the faucet was pouring water into the sink, her body giving the message that it would like to do the same. It wasn't the worst, but it was enough to get her to shuffle her legs around a little.
It was a very subtle movement, hidden well under her dress, but Kobayashi was on the watch and caught it. "Things getting bad over there, Tohru," she asked, a layer of amusement over the inflection, sipping a can of beer.
"Of course not," the haughty dragon replied. "This is nothing I haven't handled before!" Even if she was being truthful with that claim, she still winced at the feeling of submerging her hands in the bath of warm water she'd be using for the next half hour. She didn't know, but this was a common trick for getting someone to wet themselves, so enduring wouldn't be easy.
"Well, that's a shame. Probably would have let you go if you really needed it." Kobayashi was enjoying this perhaps a bit too much. "You better hope you don't last too long, it'd be a real problem if your limit was while I'm at work."
Tohru whined, but she didn't stop working. "If I keep following Miss Kobayashi's wishes, she's sure to reward me for it," she whispered.
Not quietly enough, it seems. "Don't count on it."
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Tohru woke with a start in the total black of night. This wasn't totally unusual, she'd have nightmares every once in a while, but it was for a completely different reason this time. "I have to go so bad!" Her bladder was so full, she was constantly being forced into an awakened state in the hopes that she'd relent and answer her body's needs. The natural instincts just had nothing on her dedication to her master.
That resolve didn't make it easy, however. Laying on her back, she was rolling left and right, just stopping short of resting on her stomach in either direction. When she was sitting still, she was crossing her legs as tight as possible and rocking upwards. The whole time, she was moaning and gasping, one would be forgiven for thinking the dragon might explode in a matter of seconds.
And this violent struggle was sufficient to wake up Tohru's bedmate. "Lady Tohru, what's wrong," Kanna asked, rubbing sleepiness out of her eyes.
"I-it's nothing to worry about, Kanna. I just need to pee a bunch..." It hurt to even say it, at this point even a slight touch would probably set her off.
"Then why aren't you using the bathroom?" As someone who had an accident earlier, she really didn't comprehend why Tohru was purposefully putting herself in the same trap.
"It's an adult thing, Kanna, you won't understand until you get older. There are just certain things we have to do."
With no idea what Tohru was talking about, Kanna just gave up and went back to sleep, and the older dragon was alone once more. At least it seemed this was just a wave of intense desperation that had since passed. She was still in pain, but could charitably be described as "manageable" now. It was still a hassle to fall back asleep, and when she did, she dreamed of waterfalls, rivers, and other tortures.
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"Please, Miss Kobayashi! Let me use the bathroom already!" Morning had come around after what felt like an eternity, and Tohru looked like trash. She looked pale and tired, her pajamas and hair were ragged, and she was doing the most frantic pee dance she could imagine.
Kobayashi had barely exited her bedroom before Tohru was on her, repeating variations on "let me use the bathroom", "I have to go so bad", "I can't hold it any longer", and other pleading. Instead of answering the request then, Kobayashi further taunted her maid by first using the toilet herself and pouring some coffee. Only then did she sit down and begin paying attention.
"I'm really going to pee myself soon, Miss Kobayashi!" She was panting heavily, her whole body trembling, sweating, eyes closed hard, knees pressed together, and her large tail kept whacking the wooden floor with a loud thud, along with her strong dragon foot rapidly tapping in a much faster rhythm, both no doubt disturbing whoever lived beneath them.
But besides all that, Kobayashi was starting to feel kind of bad. Even though she knew well enough the kind of devotion Tohru had for her, she really never expected her to go this far. She was just about to end it, when Tohru, on the verge of tears, shouted, "how can you humans put up with this?!"
The condescending way she said "you humans" lost some sympathy points. "Fine, you can go...if you get on your knees and beg."
"Uh...I-I would, but I can't really get down, you know?" Anything more than standing up straight, the external pressure on her bladder would be too much. But Kobayashi's stern stare was not faltering, she wasn't going to be the one to give in. Still shaking, she started sliding one foot back to lower her body to the ground to get on a single knee.
She was halfway to that position when the dam burst. Nearly in a squat position that just felt natural to let go in, the first spurt escaped. While Tohru used her scales as clothing, like other dragons did, that wardrobe did not include underwear, and the shirt that made her only pajamas didn't go down that far. As such, that first shot of pee had no obstruction on its way to the floor. It was the only loss for a few seconds, enough time for both Tohru and Kobayashi to notice and realize what was happening. It was dead silent as both stared at the little yellowed drop.
The rest soon followed with a loud hiss, as a thick stream of urine flowed freely onto the floor, forming a puddle with a roaring splash that made her earlier noises sound more like cotton balls falling in comparison. The collection of liquid continued to spread, surrounding Tohru's feet in a matter of seconds as its radius increased beyond even that size.
The whole time, the dragon's face turned red, to a point it was nearly glowing. She was making one amazing mess, that would have been embarrassing enough, but she was also doing it right in front of Miss Kobayashi while she was begging to use the bathroom. What kind of dragon, no, what kind of maid did that make her?
It took a minute of this incredibly strong peeing before it finally started cutting off. Finally, there was nothing else pouring out, the splashing echo died out and things were quiet again. But Tohru still looked stressed, straining to speak. "Finally...I stopped it..."
"Huh?! You're not finished yet," Kobayashi asked incredulously.
Tohru didn't ask for permission this time, she just got on her feet and bolted for the bathroom. Didn't sound like she had the time to shut the door, instead saving that second to get onto the toilet. And that one was more than heard, now that she could fully let go, the dragon let out one hell of a gushing pee that once again made everything prior seem more like child's play. And even that was almost drowned out by her screaming moan of ecstasy. No way the neighbors wouldn't be knocking on their door soon.
Trying to distract herself from almost needing to pee again purely from association, Kobayashi put her attention on the other half of the release. "Damn, that's amazing. I don't think I could match even that." And it was starting to smell, not quite like human urine but not dissimilar, so that needed to be cleaned up. She could wait for Tohru, but Kobayashi still got up and grabbed a roll of paper towels. "Better hope this stuff isn't caustic or something."
Taking a few seconds to bask in the relief once her bladder finally emptied, Tohru cleaned herself up and washed her claws. Thankfully, her shirt was so short, it didn't get caught in the crossfire and remained entirely dry, so there didn't need to be more laundry done. The dragon left the bathroom to return to her master, only to find her on her knees cleaning up the mess. "Miss Kobayashi, you don't need to do that! It's my mess, it's my work!"
"Don't worry about it, Tohru. It's pretty much my fault this happened, I'll take the fall for cleaning."
She was still a little emotional from the pleading not 5 minutes ago, so Tohru started crying, jumping onto Kobayashi and very nearly knocking her into the pee. "That's so nice, Miss Kobayashi!" Then she grabbed the paper towel roll from her hands, leaving her with the handful she had already pulled off. "But this is still my job as your amazing maid!"
"Don't go adding unnecessary adjectives." Still, Kobayashi did feel pretty proud of her maid for doing the right thing, like this was a secret test of character. And she was still in awe at the might of a dragon, that's a tidbit about the mythical species she'd be remembering. |
Author's note: Proofread by MasterXploder. Getting close to finishing the dragons.
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"Kobayashi, I require assistance!" The newest dragon to enter Kobayashi's life, Elma, was not limited to her home. This dragon had, by pure coincidence, started working the same job. And, as both were discovering, a programming job was not a smart choice for a mythical creature that had never seen technology. As such, she was relying on the red-haired veteran of computers a lot.
Kobayashi was starting to get used to the dependency, but she still hated being interrupted from her own work. "Alright, what's your problem now?" If another programmer was having issues with their code, it was generally a syntax error, maybe some Unicode, that's the mindset she was in. Which made what she found all the more "amazing". "Let's see, you spelled that word wrong, you've got improper spacing here, you forgot closing brackets there, you're programming in Java language instead of Python, and that's not a character in any human language. How did you even type that?"
"You humans use complicated writings." Elma sipped some coffee she kept on her desk. It didn't provide any benefit to her, but it was part of the human disguise. She probably didn't need it, she already looked the part by hiding her horn and tail, wearing a suit with the jacket all the way on, and a pair of superficial glasses. Just, better safe than sorry, she needed the job to pay rent and food without a portal to the other world.
Kobayashi stroked Elma's hair, an action the reptile found great pleasure in. "Well, at your rate of progress, you'll get there soon enough." She walked back to her seat, mumbling something about spending years in college, and the dragon had to get back to work. Out of habit, she grabbed the mug and drank some more. She may not have felt the caffeine, but she appreciated the warmth, even without being fire-based.
With the cup half-empty, she almost helped herself to more, but thought better of it. Coffee was still liquid, and consuming enough of that had the same effect on dragons as it did on humans. It had been a long time coming, but Elma was really feeling her bladder's discomfort. Now was most certainly the time she'd be relieving herself, probably a good while before now, if she had the option.
Being the newest immigrant from a different world, Elma was still learning the intricacies of this human civilization. As an advocate of harmony between the two species, she had working knowledge of her native humans, but these ones were so much more advanced. She was particularly impressed with the water system for removing bodily waste installed in their living quarters, it made things much more convenient than finding a spot in nature for appropriate discretion.
Too bad it was still early in the workday. She had quite a few hours remaining before she could return home, so she had quite the wait ahead of her. As such, she found herself unintentionally placing one of her legs above the other, pressing her large thighs together just a bit. It helped calm her bladder down somewhat, assuring her that she'd be fine for a while longer.
Still, even with a dragon's liquid capacity, she'd want to consider all options, just in case things didn't go as planned. After all, holding it that long was asking a lot, and Elma had more than her share of potty emergencies in the past. Obviously, she'd avoid wetting herself above all else, or anything else equally attention-grabbing and/or embarrassing.
So, what alternatives did she have? Well, the most apparent was the mug she was already using for fluids, if she consumed its current contents first. Or maybe she could find something else in the building, if the slave drivers would allow her to leave her post. "Well, as the humans say, I can cross that bridge when I get to it."
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Elma stuck to her plan of waiting until her desperation was a serious problem before giving it more thought, that lasted for another hour. However, now she needed to cross the river while the bridge was still out of view, and about to get wet because of it.
At this point, if anyone was focusing on the dragon instead of their own work, they'd see just how badly she was struggling. Her legs weren't crossed and her hands were firmly on the keyboard, but she was rocking forward and back, grinding her butt side to side in the seat, biting her bottom lip and blushing, her face sweating, almost chewing on the collar to her shirt. She missed the scarf on her ordinary outfit, it made for good nibbling when she was stressed. Even if the workers directly to her sides were looking, she wasn't quite in the state of mind to notice.
So far, she had done well at the arduous ordeal at keeping her clothes dry. Though, if she had as many layers on her lower half as her upper, it'd take quite the leak to be visible. Underneath her jacket, sweater, and collared shirt was her usual one-piece swimsuit, serving as the substitute for panties should someone look up her skirt. It would retain water better than ordinary underwear, but it wouldn't last forever. Not even their true identity as disguised scales meant anything when it came to this.
It wouldn't last much longer, not at this rate. Her first little trickle found its way out, sending the solid signal that she'd need to find some sort of way out, now. Once again, she looked longingly at her coffee mug, now emptied. It may have small capacity, but maybe she could use it for a slight bit of relief to take the edge off. If only she had the ability to mask the sound, the people were too densely packed to have any hope of keeping that secret.
So engrossed in her fight, Elma didn't even realize someone else had approached from behind. "How are you doing now," Kobayashi asked, leaning over the dragon's shoulder to get a better look at her screen. "Okay, you're using a double array when, with some clever code, you can save memory with a single array. Get that kind of thing locked down and you'll be at Computer Science 101 level in no time."
Kobayashi had come over with the intent of checking on her coworker's progress, so it took her a while before she noticed Elma's body movements, which had not eased down in the intermediate time. She really never expected to get so used to this sight. "Are you dragons just naturally stubborn, or do you all have something to prove?"
From the piercing way Kobayashi's dead-fish eyes were staring, Elma could tell her cover had been blown. The desperation part, not the dragon part, that one was long-established. "No, I'm not trying anything. I j-just..."
Before she could finish that thought, however long it would take to vocalize it, she was slapped on the back of the head. "Go to the bathroom."
Elma wanted to stay, ask what she was supposed to do, where she was supposed to go, but the human was scaring her, and trying to ask questions seemed like a bad idea. Instead, she stood up, did her best to straighten out and look normal, but still ran out of the office into the halls, probably drawing everyone's attention in the process.
"What do I do what do I do what do I do," she repeated as fast as her mouth would let her, looking around to find no witnesses, giving her the freedom to grab under her skirt with all the strength she could muster. Didn't take long before she discovered that was no longer enough and started dancing and shaking to ease her bladder just barely enough.
"This is bad, this is horrible," she muttered. Elma hadn't been this desperate since...actually, not that long ago. When she came through the portal to this world to challenge Tohru, she was put on a full day's detour by the chaos dragon, while she was determined not to interfere with the natural order by doing something like emptying her bladder. She had to relent just a bit in the empty field she was sent to, but the journey back to Japan after that was torture. She really wished she wouldn't have to suffer through that again, especially not so soon.
Once again, she had to plan out the options before her, from scratch this time. She no longer had anything on her, her only sources of relief would be in the environment. The most appealing would be to transform into her reptilian form and fly to her apartment to use the toilet, but that had to be rejected almost immediately. Ignoring that she probably couldn't hold it long enough anymore to do that, a dragon would certainly be noticed, and a follower of order had no need for Perception Blocking magic.
"Oohhhhhhh, I might just do it anywhere..." She was very close to accepting that, finding a secluded corner and making good on her word, but she just couldn't. After years of preaching harmony between humans and dragons, not interfering with their society, she couldn't cause such a huge mess for them.
With so much pressure that it seemed like she might pop any second, Elma couldn't prevent herself from crying in anguish, the tears getting the lenses of her glasses dirty and forcing her to remove them for the time being. She was holding so hard she was hurting even harder, her legs were pushing together and forcing her hands in farther, so close to her privates that following leaks were easily felt and making her more nervous, which made her lose further hold.
"Gonna...burst..." Her posture started faltering as her feet slid back on the hard carpet, ready to fall to her knees. If she didn't think of some solution soon, a huge portion of the rug would be soaked. With no forethought or planning, she ran through the nearest door at the other end of the hall, not caring what it housed. At least it was empty, the lights were out, but it was also cramped, she almost tripped over something while shutting the door behind her.
It didn't take long for Elma's powerful dragon eyes to adjust to the darkness, and subsequently deduce where she had ended up. "Aren't these the supplies the cleaning person uses?" That was good, that was really good. "I can make a mess and clean it up myself!" A wholesome thought, but a few too many steps to be viable, which her bladder wasted no time in screaming at her for by attempting to force its contents out.
"Or I can use that bucket!" It was about a foot deep with equal diameter, it should have appropriate capacity for a dragon at their limits from her experience with chamber pots. It felt wrong, but sometimes moral sacrifices needed to be made, before she exploded. She squatted down into a sitting position directly above the container, adjusting a few inches in various directions to properly center her ass. While keeping her skirt out of the way with her left hand, she slid her right hand down to pull the crotch of her swimsuit aside, but she just couldn't hold another second. "Whatever, that's fine..." Not like it couldn't get wet.
To say Elma peeing was loud would be a gross understatement. The Leviathan-caliber spray of water into the hard plastic bucket produced a deafening roar that echoed endlessly in the confines of the broom closet, and couldn't have been much quieter from the outside. It soon morphed into a crashing waterfall as the bucket filled with hot, foamy relief that lost absolutely no harshness to her sensitive ears. It was hard on her nose, too, that much urine left an awful lingering odor. And the very real possibility that someone may discover her in this awkward position kept her on her claws.
It did nothing to dampen Elma's spirits at the moment, however. "This feels...so good." Panting heavily, the blush that had remained on her face for so long increased in intensity, until she was a solid bright red. She was smiling hard with her eyes sparkling, in what would probably be the best she felt for a long time. If only there didn't have to be immense pain to get to this level of bliss.
She could stay in this moment of ecstasy for a lot longer than the current three minutes before getting tired of it, her leg muscles could handle it, but there was only so much pee she was capable of holding. Finally, her firehose of urine lessened, ending somewhere around thirty seconds after that. "Phew...oh, I needed that so badly." The shelf above her had a roll of paper towels, so she ripped one portion off and wiped herself down the best she could manage.
Finally, Elma was done. She could look over her handiwork, a nearly full bucket that was entirely void of contents when she found it. That was a lot of gallons. Though, being such a rule-abiding dragon, she wasn't done yet. "Okay, now how do I get rid of this?" Even if she was confident enough to take the bucket out, what would she do with it? Couldn't just dump it out the window, not with passers-by on the sidewalk below. She didn't know where else she could dispose of water in the building, either.
"Oh, the humans would know! With their small bladders, they have to have done this many times!" Perfect, she made a mental note of where this closet was as she ran back to her office, expecting everyone else to be drumming away on their computers as usual. Instead, they were standing, wandering around, putting on jackets like it was the end of the day when it wasn't even noon, and Elma needed an answer. "Kobayashi, what's happening?"
"Management says there's a broken pipe somewhere and they need to check it out. I'm willing to bet it was you, right?"
"I don't know! I need help, please!" She grabbed Kobayashi's hand and pulled her along out of the room.
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Kobayashi was looking over what Elma had produced, or more accurately, where she had released it. "You used a bucket?"
"Yes, and I need to get rid of it! How do humans do it when they need to relieve themselves?"
"We use the bathroom. It's down the hall that way. You walk past it when you enter or leave the building, how did you not notice?"
Elma looked down in the direction being referred to. "That's what those symbols mean?! You have bathrooms outside your homes?!" Yet another difference from the humans she knew, so she was learning, just at the wrong time. "Why didn't you tell me before?!"
"Didn't you say you stood for and understood humans? I assumed you knew that basic fact already." She covered her nose as the strong smell of dragon pee hit her hard. "So you can deal with this yourself." She left Elma to clean her own mess as she wanted to go home already.
Alone again, Elma looked between where Kobayashi exited, her still-present problem, and at the bathroom once. At least she could dump the bucket in a toilet, but still, she was upset. "I'm sorry, but right now, I hate humans." |
Author's note: Edited by MasterXploder. Surprised with the stuff you catch.
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"You dragons are weird." Explaining to Tohru why she was home early, Kobayashi really had no choice but to also recount Elma's part of the story. That bit was how she ended the tale.
"You don't have to be so judging," the dragon replied. "I've seen you do some weird things when you need to use the bathroom too."
"Yeah yeah, I know, I piss myself when I'm drunk, you really don't have to keep reminding me."
"That's not what I was talking about this time..." Tohru nervously played with her fingers, rubbing her fingertips and tapping them on the back of the opposite hand. "Do you remember when we met?"
"When we first met? I was pretty black-out wasted, meeting a freaking dragon is hazy, no way I'd remember anything less."
"Aww..." Tohru's head fell, that the most important moment in her life was forgotten by the woman who made it so special. "Okay, then, it's my story time. Here's what happened..."
"Please don't exaggerate, I don't want to hear you making up something like 'I asked to grab your tits'."
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"Woooooo!" Kobayashi was having a good time, most people do when they're so flat-out drunk they take the train to the mountains when they'd need to go to work the next morning. But it wasn't all bad, she didn't run into any bears that would maul a defenseless programmer. Just a giant dragon. Honestly, that should have been enough to kill her where her body would never be found, but she did the good deed of removing a fatal sword, so that earned her tolerance from the reptile.
And they were having a good conversation. Kobayashi was just venting about how much her life sucked, and Tohru, in a human form, was listening and agreeing despite her total lack of understanding of human culture. Kobayashi was just that charismatic, or something else that got Tohru invested in the discussion. Maybe it was just the alcohol, this woman's bender was lasting as long as she could manage.
"So...this is that alcohol that Lucoa mentioned?" Tohru looked over the cup her drinking partner had on her for some reason, trying to comprehend the appeal of a beverage that makes the drinker do some crazy stuff.
"Yeah! It's great, everything's fun now! I found a dragon, that's pretty rad!" She put her arm around Tohru's shoulder and swung them both side to side in a lazy attempt at a dance. To keep the party going, she reached into her coat. "Hold on, I got more!" She dug through every pocket on her person looking for the good stuff, but was unable to locate more booze. "Oh, I guess I'm out." She sulked and drooped her head, all sad and depressed.
Even though this Kobayashi was nothing more than a simple human, Tohru found herself a little disappointed that her stash was empty. "Wait here," she commanded, swiping her arm upwards to open a portal to her home world. The sudden surge of energy blew a wind around the women, most notably blowing Tohru's cloak all around. She had nothing on underneath, but right now, she didn't care. "I'll be right back." Wings sprouted from her back, and the dragon was gone.
So now Kobayashi had to entertain herself. Her first solution was taking in the scenery, the tranquil forest. She had ended up so far away from civilization, there were no sounds of modern society, just wind and the occasional hooting of an owl. Within seconds, she had seen all there was to see, and she fell over in a drunken stupor.
The impact rattled her body, not to the point she'd throw up, but it shook up a different organ. "Yep. Gotta piss." That was just an inevitability with how many drinks she had consumed, let alone alcohol. She could hold her liquor, but once it went south, that's when it got difficult. The last time she had voided herself was immediately before leaving the bar. How long ago was that? She couldn't even use the intervening events to gauge, given the weird stuff that had occurred in that time that could fill a year in her life's biography.
Point was, Kobayashi couldn't see herself returning to human culture any time soon. If she was to empty her bladder, it was going to be around here. That was fine with her, she had her share of experience with that kind of thing. That's what happened with long train rides from work, sometimes it just took too long and making it back home was an impossibility. After all, if no one would see, who really cared?
That was all the convincing the programmer needed, she stumbled back onto her feet and staggered towards one of the trees, her coat slipping off her shoulders somewhere along the line. Standing in front of the thick trunk, she prepared to squat down like girls do, but hesitated. She was drunk, she wasn't thinking straight, it was time to get experimental. "Let's try it standing up like a guy!" Instead, she began fumbling to remove her belt, she was still thinking enough to recognize she had the disadvantage of needing to remove her pants.
Just as she was unbuttoning, Tohru finally returned through the portal, carrying a large barrel over her shoulder. "I'm back! I found some really good alcohol from my home! Let's see how you handle..." In the middle of her proclamation, she finally noticed her drinking buddy's change in location. "Um, what are you doing?"
"Oh, hey dragon! I just gotta take a quick whiz!" It actually didn't matter she was being watched, at least when she wasn't sober, she resumed undressing, letting her pants fall to her ankles and showing off her appropriately-colored yellow panties. Tohru covered her nose to hide some sudden bleeding, which only escalated when Kobayashi continued by sliding that underwear down and exposing her butt.
Still, for reasons beyond the sudden arousal, Tohru was fascinated. She was raised to hate humans, that was programmed into her personality (even if she had made an exception in the past), yet she had put herself into a similar body for the time being. And, quite honestly, that body also felt the need to relieve itself now, with its owner having no idea how to do so. A demonstration would be of immediate benefit. To get the best view, the dragon dropped her haul and snuck next to the half-naked woman, around the circumference of the same tree.
If she even noticed, Kobayashi didn't mind. With her arms at her side, she tilted her hips forward to arc her privates away from her feet. Things looked clear, and she started peeing without a moment wasted. And damn, did it look relieving. It erupted from her in a thick rush, golden and clear, bubbling up and steaming once it hit the ground. The sigh that came out was broken and heavy, this could have been the best leak she'd had in a long time.
It just had one major error that ruined the whole thing. She was aiming to shoot forward, so it would run down the bark and pool at the roots. Instead, even with the attempt at an angle, her urine still managed to gain no distance, it crashed right into the front of her panties and soaked through into her dress pants. And of course, it took her too long to notice. "Aw, crap."
Tohru didn't have a frame of reference for how humans peeing was supposed to look, but even she could tell this wasn't right. "What are you trying to do?"
"Trying to piss standing up like a dude. Guess chicks can't really."
The dragon looked over Kobayashi, certain bits in particular, how those parts were working. She had no idea about any of the intricacies of human genitalia, she didn't even know much about the reptilian equivalent, but she was keen to solve the mystery. From her perspective, it seemed the issue was the initial slant, it just didn't provide forward momentum, it would need manual adjustment.
First things first, she'd need visual confirmation to fine tune the process. Tohru didn't need to put so much effort into undressing, she just flung the cloak off her body, becoming completely nude. She spread her feet apart to fully bring her dragonhood into the open, and started going. She wasn't as bursting as Kobayashi, so the result wasn't quite so forceful, but it looked just as nice. She could have kept at it like this, she wasn't wetting anything, but she was curious and wanted an answer.
Tohru took her hands and positioned them around her privates. The first touch involved her claws, and that's when she discovered this body was nowhere near as durable, that hurt and she yelped. Now she was being careful, retracting her talons and generally being a lot more gentle. She began playing with her personal waterfall, changing the type of spray to things like a thin, fan-like spread, the amount that instead ran down her legs, and the impact point. That last one in particular took a lot of finagling, but she did find the correct arrangement.
Satisfied, she relaxed and took in the relaxing feeling, with that perfect splash of pee against the wooden trunk, the golden stream cascading down through the cracks in the bark. Now this was an ideal bathroom visit. Except for the other girl directly to her left, that was a little weird, but she had brought that upon herself. "Hey, I figured it out!"
Just as the declaration of success was made, the adjacent water stream died. Kobayashi looked over at Tohru's success, and down at the puddle covering and beneath her shoes, and how much of it was now one with her pants. "Well, that sucks. Should have just squatted." Still, she shrugged and pulled her clothes back up. Lazily, though, she barely got past zipping and buttoning her pants before giving up, leaving her belt open and swinging free as she hobbled away, back to the new stash of hooch that marked what she now called home. "Come on, dragon! Pop the keg open and let's get back to partying!"
Tohru would have liked to comply, but she was kind of busy now. No matter how much golden release soaked into the dirt, more just kept coming to maintain and expand the puddle splayed out before her, big enough to be warming the soles of her feet. "Hurry up," she shouted, baring her sharp teeth like it would intimidate herself.
At least she was the only one frustrated, Kobayashi was watching from afar, intently and laughing. "Damn! How much can dragons piss?"
That caught Tohru off-guard, praise like that, from a human no less. "Uh...a lot? Maybe the same as I would in dragon form?" She just had to deal with the pipe releasing it being much smaller than it would be on her full body, thereby taking forever. As in, a full ten minutes before her bladder ran dry, with a resulting pool at the roots that could probably keep it watered for a month. And, as she soon discovered, she had not thrown her robe far, allowing it to get drenched off to the side, where no one had noticed it floating in dragon fluid. Somehow, she had managed to soak her clothes more than Kobayashi, there was barely a dry spot to hold it up by.
Still, she wasn't bothered. She barely cared about being naked, and she could clean it. In a move that would disgust most others, Tohru shoved the whole cloak into her mouth, swished it around her puffed-out cheeks, and spat it back out. Now it was perfectly clean, the power of magic at work, and she draped it back over her body. Ever easily impressed, Kobayashi clapped at the display of mythical power. Tohru looked at her audience, with her pants shining in the moonlight. "Do you want me to wash your clothes too?"
"Ooh, willing like a proper maid! Nah, I can survive a little dampness!" It seemed like a deliberate downplay of her own predicament, but she actually couldn't register how drenched she was under her own inebriation.
She had been talking about maids all night, and Tohru was familiar with the occupation, but that final statement had piqued her curiosity at last. "Okay, what is being a maid all about?"
Kobayashi broke into a huge smile and cracked her knuckles. "Alright then, listen up, dragon! You're entering a world you knew nothing of before now!" And thus, the office worker began a lecture worthy of a college professor, and Tohru was ready to learn. Even after Kobayashi finally passed out, was returned home, and returned to a kind of ordinary life, a dragon's lesson of maids continued for long after. Because she moved in with Kobayashi.
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"Yeah yeah, I put that together."
"Huh," Tohru asked.
"That you moved in with me after that. Amazingly, I noticed."
"So I'm not a good storyteller?"
"Don't quit your day job," Kobayashi offered. "Actually, I suppose it was a little evocative."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I gotta piss now." The redhead got up and left for the bathroom, and her dragon maid was alone in the living room.
And she was fine with that. "Miss Kobayashi complimented me!" She freaked out the way humans usually did around their dragons, falling onto the couch in the process. It took nearly the entirety of Kobayashi's toilet visit for her to calm down, but she did eventually sit still. "I'm so glad I met you, Miss Kobayashi," she whispered lovingly.
Not quietly enough, it seems. "Don't make it weird," Kobayashi ordered, prompting Tohru to straighten out and sit upright under the master's request. |
Author's note: Goddamn, MasterXploder, calm it down with the editing! A million things to fix on this one!
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"How could my life get any worse?" Shouta Magatsuchi was savvy enough to know bad things happened to whoever tempted fate like that, but the fifth-grade boy honestly believed his words. True, a lot of facets to his existence were going well, his family was fine (whenever he saw them), his grades were good, even his magical talent was impressive for his age. There was just one thing ruining everything, and her name was Quetzalcoatl.
He had unintentionally summoned her into his home a while back while practicing magic, and she wouldn't leave. If that wasn't bad enough, the way she continued to cling to him was concerning, to put it lightly. She joined him in baths, slept into the same bed, and routinely suffocated him between her not sweater puppies, but full-grown sweater mastiff hounds. She was getting a lot closer to a young boy than most would be allowed, and that meant only one explanation: he had summoned a succubus that wanted to feed on him!
Quetzalcoatl, or Lucoa, had denied this many times, but Shouta didn't believe it. Aside from her horns, horns a demon would also have, she had no characteristics of the dragon she claimed to be, especially now that Shouta had seen other dragons to compare. Lucoa lacked a tail even when fully exposed, a state he had seen her in too many times to count.
Okay, maybe he had been growing closer to Lucoa over the months they had lived together, but then she'd do something that would sour his opinion of her again. Right now, the source of his frustration was a Christmas play the dragons' circle of friends was putting on for the elderly home. Even if he wasn't an actor, he wasn't too against that idea. The problem was where the rewrites of this script were going.
Initially, this was just supposed to be "The Little Match Girl", with Kanna in the title role. A hundred changes later, it now involved Shouta turning into a magical girl in the middle of the show, costume and all. Lucoa didn't even object to the humiliation, she was actually excited to see him in a dress. But everyone else was on board, and they had put so much time and pain into the production, it'd be mean to object now.
The real embarrassing thing now was, as they were nearing the performance time, Shouta needed help with his costume. He didn't have any idea how to put one of these on, especially not by himself, and he had no other male actors to help. So, he needed Lucoa to dress him, in full wardrobe that required he completely strip down. At least she was accommodating enough to not look when he changed underwear, though he wasn't convinced she didn't peek. It was hard to tell with her eyes always closed.
With no one looking, Shouta took in how pathetic he looked in this state of undress. They weren't even normal women's underwear like he had seen in his mom's laundry, more like white bloomers. That technically meant they covered more, but they were so...flowery, with all the fabric frills. This was already the most mortifying thing he had ever been subject to, and he hadn't even gone out in front of the crowd yet.
With no prompting, Lucoa decided it was okay to look now, and she smiled. "Ah, you look adorable, Shouta!"
Blushing hard, Shouta covered his nude chest with his forearms. "J-just help me put my costume on!" He didn't even want to see it happen, he closed his eyes and held his arms to his sides, opting to just let the demon handle it. He heard fabric rustling and Lucoa humming, leading up to the feeling of the soft material sliding onto his skin, over his torso and arms through the sleeves. It didn't feel like any clothing he had worn before, which wasn't an entirely bad thing, but the association of it being women's clothing made him hate it. Still, he kept quiet and let it happen without argument, if only to be done with it faster.
"Okay, you're all dressed!" Reluctantly, Shouta opened his eyes, gazing down towards the floor, seeing his body in the process. He had seen the yellow and orange dress before, even worn it for fitting purposes, but he hated how demeaning it was. He groaned and went limp with only enough muscle tension to remain standing. It was so uncomfortable, and the only light at the end of the tunnel was that he'd never need to do this again after today.
Actually, there just might have been a second source causing the irritation. "Why do I have to pee now," Shouta muttered, sliding the dress through his fingers. If he had the courage to ask before he had changed into this cumbersome costume, it would have been no trouble to visit the bathroom. Now, he'd have to go out in this thing, where he could be seen. He'd rather die than have to walk into the boy's room dressed like a girl. And he still wasn't done, he still needed the old Japanese outfit for the beginning of the show, before he transformed into a magical girl, on top of this. It'd be too much of a hassle to try and remove all of that clothing in a hurry, so either ask now and deal with the shame, or hold it for another half-hour.
"Is something bothering you, Shouta?" And, Lucoa's presence somewhat limited his options. He couldn't just casually ask for the toilet with her around, even back when it would have been more convenient. If he made something as private as using the bathroom known as a current need, this girl, with her total lack of respect for boundaries, would probably take that as an invitation to join him in the bathroom. That was a line he was not about to let be crossed.
"N-no, nothing's wrong!" He stood straight, rigid, balling his shivering hands into fists at his sides. "I just want to get this over with as fast as possible!"
Lucoa raised an eyebrow inquisitively, though her perpetually closed eyes made it more difficult to tell. She had clung to Shouta long enough to know he was usually an honest kid, with no hesitation in telling off the former goddess, a trait she found exciting. It didn't take an interpersonal genius to determine the boy was hiding something, something he wasn't about to share. She wouldn't push it if he wouldn't tell on his own accord. "We'll be back at home, celebrating Christmas together before you know it!"
"Don't ruin this holiday for me, she-witch!" Shouta would have run away from the temptress, if he didn't still have business in the dressing room. And that was taking up the limited time until curtains, leaving him no time to do his own business. "So I need to hold it...I can do that." Just survive a play and the time it'd take to change back into normal clothes, it wasn't impossible to believe he could handle that.
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Well, it may not have been an "impossible" task, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be incredibly difficult. At this point, Shouta was undoubtedly, unarguably, unquestionably desperate beyond his wildest imagination. His bladder hurt so bad, positively exuding pain like a burning fire or a stabbing needle many times over, it felt as if he might die, or at least explode. And the worst part was, basically no time had passed. He was still waiting backstage to go out at all, let alone survive the acting. How did it get so bad so fast? Maybe a little too much juice with breakfast?
Yes, most of the cast was waiting behind the curtains for their cue with him, Shouta still couldn't help but give in to the instinct his bodily need demanded. The most he could do to maintain even the slightest dignity was hide out behind everyone else where they couldn't see him grabbing at his crotch. Unfortunately, beneath multiple layers of costume, his already weak grip was further dampened, as his clothes would also soon be.
"Ohhh, there's no chance...I'm going to have an accident," he complained, crossing his legs and bouncing. Granted, he recognized it could be worse, he could be having this epiphany on stage with everyone staring. He was still far too old to pee himself, he hadn't gotten this close to the brink in an incredibly long time, back when it was okay for him to wet his pants. This time, he'd be made fun of, and nothing could stop the fact that there'd be a flood.
The only kind of control he had left was where he'd be letting this one loose. Admittedly, the chance that it'd be all over the costume was growing in likelihood, either due to loss in control or just not caring any longer. Or he could...actually, he had no other ideas. Just let go on purpose and deal with the repercussions as they came. And he was starting to accept that, easing up on holding just a hair.
Still, even giving up, he didn't want to just do it out in the open. The rest of the cast was more occupied watching Kanna on stage, which also meant Shouta's cue was fast approaching, but they'd look if they heard a leak. Unless, he were to do it a little further away, perhaps in the shadows where he'd be harder to see as well. Like that dark corner behind them, partially obscured by various props and other things the senior center put into storage.
"I won't be noticed," he assured himself, hobbling over to the pile he had his eye on. "Just need to take it slow, stay quiet, and get it over with." Carefully, so as not to stumble over any of the debris, he lifted one leg up to his waist to clear the height. It was a necessary step, but a bad idea all the same, that kind of wide motion put serious strain on his ability to keep hold. Somehow, miraculously, it didn't completely spell doom, but it did mark the first drops finding their way out into the underwear, buried beneath so much clothing. At least that meant it would take a lot more to be visible, but it meant his frantic clutching at his crotch had little effect.
"Nonononononono..." Shouta needed to cross his legs then and there to avoid total soaking. Problem was, he was in a precarious position, where the sudden movement sent him tumbling over. In some respect, that was worse than a little spurt, because crashing through the junk piled up was loud, absolutely guaranteed to get the attention of the girls backstage with him, and probably everyone in the audience.
As he feared, the crash got the attention of everyone in sight, aside from Kanna being a true thespian and not breaking character. There were a few assorted shouts of concern that Shouta couldn't individually identify, but Lucoa's stuck out to him, maybe because she was the only one to rush to his aid.
"Shouta, are you alright?!" Her calm demeanor and composure were suddenly missing as she ran to her human's side, her usually closed eyes open and looking actually worried for his safety. However, the sincerity was somewhat dulled by the way her body bounced in her magical fairy costume that somehow covered less than her swimsuit, or at least the one deemed appropriate for the public.
Shouta had to admit, despite all the things Lucoa had done to him, he did always tend to get lost in her eyes whenever she opened them. He gladly took her outstretched hand, and wet himself a little more as she pulled him back to this feet. Yes, this was the least amount of privacy he'd had all day, but he couldn't act like nothing was wrong anymore. "I can't hold it...I have to pee right now!" He had no choice but to grab himself with the strength he had remaining, his need as bare as Lucoa's body.
Without any warning, he was pulled into a soft hug, with plenty of padding for his head. "That's all? It's okay," Lucoa's gentle voice reassured, "nothing to be worried about. I'll get you to the bathroom."
"B-but, I d-don't have time," Shouta stuttered and cried, tears running down his cheeks, holding back nothing.
"It's fine," Elma the director chimed in. "This isn't a professional production or anything. Hurry up." She flicked her hand towards them, shooing them away, walking backwards onto the stage to address the audience about the sudden delay.
Shouta couldn't react quickly, allowing his dragon to pick him up while facing away, delicate as she could so as to not startle him any more than necessary, and hoisted him onto her back, pressed against her fake wings. "W-wait! If I don't make it, you'll-"
"Just need to use some magic. Focus on holding, I'll handle the rest." Without any strength to argue, Shouta stayed silent aside from muted grunts to himself, and the blonde woman carried him out into the halls. For such an on-the-spot action, she had put a surprising amount of thought into the way she carried her rider. Bending forward at a slight angle, he could lean against her to avoid falling backwards, and her arms were supporting him from below, eliminating the need for him to grab her shoulders, freeing them for the imperative crotch grabbing. If her grip wasn't so solid, he'd fall from the amount of squirming he was doing.
She had rushed out from backstage like a hero, but Lucoa had made a critical mistake: she had no idea where the bathrooms in this building were. It wasn't big, she'd find them just by wandering around, the question was if Shouta had that time. His squeals of pain were frequent, she could feel his chest heaving against her back, it was a pretty clear final throes of desperation. Maybe he just needed a distraction, something to listen to. "Were you planning to go in the corner backstage?" She waited for a response, of course nothing came, but she did get a whine that could be translated as affirmative. "I've done it in a lot weirder places than that when I needed to. Nothing to be ashamed of."
The poor little boy really didn't need to hear any anecdotes about pee at the moment. Lucoa wasn't going into any detail, thankfully, but now Shouta was thinking about her whizzing. She was big, she could probably go a lot with so few visits, especially considering he had never seen her use the bathroom despite living together. And, wherever she came from, she probably just went wherever she wanted to. He was picturing it already, Lucoa pulling her usual jean shorts down somewhere public with no regard to modesty and answering nature's call.
Granted, it wasn't a detailed fantasy, not without any idea how women peed, but it was enough. Not that it had ever meaningfully stopped, but his spurts of urine grew more powerful, he could feel the power of them exiting his body, drenching the clothes in its path. It was impossible the soaking was still limited to his underwear, it had to be spreading to the dress by now. Who knew how long the outer costume would last?
Truth be told, the dragon was already feeling the streams of warmth running down her bare back. Even with the costumes, Shouta's legs were still pretty exposed. It didn't gross Lucoa out, she had done much weirder and more disgusting things in her many years, but it was a sign that her little charge couldn't make it much further. A certain part of her wanted to tell Shouta he could wet himself if he needed to, while another part wanted to drop him on his feet and tell him he could pee on the floor.
But, right before she had to make a decision between the two, one of the doors on the wall stood out to her, with its black plastic plaque reading "men". Lucoa, the former goddess, had to thank her previous coworkers for that miracle. "Shouta! We made it to the bathroom!"
The purple-haired kid wanted so bad to jump off his ride and bolt into the boy's room, but he wasn't so confident it'd work as he imagined. "I...I still need your help."
"That's what I expected." All the residents of the home were in the audience, so no one would see the disregard for gender division, not that Lucoa would ever care. She was surprisingly together, with a plan fully in mind and executing right away. She ran right to the urinal closest to the door, one of the short ones, stood directly in front of it like she was using it herself, and dropped Shouta slowly behind her. She lifted him up by the armpits and shoved him in front of the commode.
Not backing away beyond that, Lucoa waited for her human to get started, for him to undress and pee, get that relief he had needed all this time. But, no matter how long she stood by patiently, he never did anything else besides dancing, crossing his legs and bouncing. Inside, Shouta was in ridiculous pain, his bladder cramped up and his privates burning, he couldn't do anything but hold and even that was failing. He was right in front of the toilet, he direly needed to use it, but he couldn't move his clothes. That pure ironic torture, combined with all the physical agony, pushed him to the point where he had no choice but to cry.
That sound, absolute sadness from someone so close to her, lit a fire in Lucoa's eyes. She couldn't stand by and do nothing about this, so she knelt down to better match Shouta's height, darting her hands around his body to undo the ties of the outer costume. It was meant to come off in a matter of seconds with quick magic, but it still needed to physically be able to move, and his arms keeping a fierce grip was not working with the sleeves. She couldn't just ask him to let go for a second, or there'd be a puddle that made all this struggle for nothing. Already, droplets were growing to be easily visible, it would only get worse soon.
There was no way to come out of this fully victorious, so it was all about minimizing the damage. He needed his clothes off as quick as possible without totally wetting himself. Shouta couldn't do anything, so it was up to Lucoa, who pried one arm away from his crotch at a time, sliding the top off one section at a time. Both time a hand was removed, Shouta cried out, and a little more golden liquid dribbled onto the floor before his arm was freed from the sleeve and he immediately grabbed himself again.
It wasn't without a lot of wetting, but Shouta was down in nothing more than the dress. And it looked pitiful, not just the emasculation, but the stain on the front easily visible from the side. While most of the dress was yellow, the bottom was orange and white, which showed the dark wetness even more. It was large, shining, and sad. But he did realize there was so little between him and that sweet relief, and he lifted the hem of the dress to expose his absolutely soaked underwear, the wet patch continuously growing and dripping. The quantity may have been nothing to Lucoa, but if the roles were reversed, Shouta would be amazed a full accident hadn't taken place.
Once again, the dragon was going to let her human deal with the rest himself, but once more, he couldn't do anything else. Nothing but bloomers in the way, but he couldn't move them. Finally, after coming this far, time was up. First there was a hissing noise, quickly followed by a small yellow trickle arcing out from the front, with little distance before falling and crashing onto the floor.
He had somehow managed to retain some control over his bladder, but there was no way he could keep it. He was in agony still fighting to keep that modicum, peeing himself slowly was the extent of his power. If he was alone...he wouldn't have made it anywhere close to the bathroom, but just at this moment, he'd have an accident inches from the urinal.
Lucky for him, he wasn't alone. Not that she ever respected these kinds of boundaries, but Lucoa asked no permission, just reached down to the front of Shouta's underwear and pulled the waistband down, enough for his boyhood to slide into the open, wet from pressing against the garment, and a steady stream of urine dribbling from the tip. It didn't have nearly the right angle to flow into the toilet, with the way it was pointed down, but Lucoa fixed that by grabbing the small shaft and aiming it herself.
It's unknown whether Shouta even realized what was happening, but once he was properly positioned, he relinquished all restraint and began spraying the back wall of the urinal down. And, for a kid, the force was incredible. It sounded like someone filling a bath, and the quantity of pee running out stiffened the penis in Lucoa's grip. The small pool of water at the foot of the porcelain fixture was rising and dyeing a deep gold, and the torrent just wouldn't stop.
That last point wasn't even bothering Shouta, because this felt so relieving. Completely accidentally, he had been pushed to his absolute bodily limit, he couldn't have help another drop. Yet somehow, in spite of all that, he had made it to the bathroom. His eyes were closed, head hanging back, and his mouth dropped open. "Ohhhhh..."
Half a minute later, he realized, he'd be at this for a while longer, and he was over the initial shock of the bliss. Now was the time to get something off his chest. "Listen, Lucoa...thank you so much for your help. There was no chance I would have made it without..." Only then, with his eyes open, did he realize what she had been doing. He had gone kind of numb down below quite a while ago, so this was his first exposure. His face turned bright red, his jaw stayed open, and all he could vocalize was a couple light chokes of shock.
Lucoa didn't reel back, defend herself, or do anything to indicate remorse. Instead, she looked him in the eyes and smiled. "You're all good? I'm glad you didn't have to wet yourself...well, not that much. And you're so cute down here!" She didn't disturb the fire hose of pee, but she did slide his junk through her fingers a little.
How could Shouta respond to that? That was something incredibly inappropriate, and she had just casually done it like it was nothing unusual. Maybe she didn't know better? No, the concept of "bad touch" still had to be a thing wherever she came from. He couldn't say anything, the sheer audacity of her actions made him forget what was so wrong with those actions. He didn't take his parts back into his own hands, just kept holding up the wet dress.
Finally, his pulsing flood eased up, over a minute after he lost it. For his size and the power he was releasing, that was a large volume, something he'd struggle to match again, even as an adult. Busy keeping clothes out of the way, for the little good it did keeping them dry, Lucoa picked up the slack and shook him dry, tucking his member back into the underwear, getting it wet all over again. She had a little trouble getting it back in its proper place, it seemed to be a little..."harder" than usual from her touch.
With his parts back in their private place, Shouta wasted no time dropping the dress and backing away. "N-never do that again!"
"Huh? But you needed it," Lucoa pouted, "you would have been all wet without it!"
Shouta took a deep breath to regain his composure. "I appreciate that, and thank you again for helping me. But try to leave my junk out of it!" For the hundredth time that day, he covered his crotch, but without any grip this time.
Lucoa seemed confused, like she seriously didn't understand why Shouta's little man would be such a touchy subject. Maybe it was just smarter to move onto the pressing matter. "Let me fix your clothes. Stay still." She held out her right hand, a red magic circle materialized and spun, and in a flash of light, Shouta's costume was completely dry. "There, just like new! Don't forget to take your other costume!"
In disbelief, Shouta felt up the dress, amazed that it was truly dry. "W-wow...thanks. You're a good...whatever you are." Maybe he was starting to doubt his interpretation of the beautiful woman that lived in his house. Maybe she wasn't so bad.
Or so he thought, until another thought occurred to him. "Wait, if you could clean up a mess, why did I have to wait all the way here? I almost died!"
"Wouldn't you have rather gone in the bathroom? You wouldn't have wanted to be seen backstage, right?"
"Yeah, I'd rather use the bathroom, if I wasn't in constant agony all the way here! I could have just gone into the hallway, wet myself, and skipped this whole thing!"
The two continued to argue, Lucoa being the more assertive, but Shouta wasn't backing down either. They debated over the pain, the location, the concepts of modesty and societal expectations, and the privacy of Shouta's penis, the point he argued strongest about. They got so heated that they forgot they were doing something before this little potty break, lost in the yelling. But somehow, this felt right, like this kind of divide was the way their relationship was supposed to be. |
The Continence Mandate: Court of Urinary Affairs
Prologue: Caught
The uniformed man glanced down on the tablet computer strapped to his arm, then back at piece of plastic he was holding. He frowned. Then he shone the beam of his flashlight onto the pair of skinny legs Alexa was currently trying to knot into a pretzel.
“Ma'am, for the last time, you are in a public place. For the love of god, at least try not to violate all behavioral regulations in front of me at the same time.”
She immediately snapped out of it, unknotted her thighs and almost managed to stand up straight. Almost. She could neither stop her feet from tapping, her knees from bouncing against each other, not her face from showing her utter desperation.
“Please Officer, it's not easy, you must understand that I...”
“Miss Tsirpidis, the only thing I must understand is the law, and the fact that you are violating it. This Bathroom Pass is void.” He waved around the card in front of her face.
“But, that must be a mistake, I mean, I...”, she stuttered.
“Do you know why it is void? Because the Urination Permit it refers to was revoked today. Apparently because you failed to qualify for even a Class III. A mistake indeed. Kids like you make me sick. You're a self-centered brat with utter disrespect for the law, and for common decency!”
Alexa's eyes brimmed with tears.
“Oh, great. You're almost 20 years old. Stop crying and... uncross your legs, I said! You now what, never mind. You are under arrest for a violation of section P of the Public Order Act.”
The Holding Cell
The Court of Urinary Affairs was a long narrow structure, constructed from red brick at some time in the late 19th century. From the outside it looked like any other administrative building.
When the patrol car pulled into the parking lot, the officer had warned Alexa for the third time to keep her knees apart, lest he was forced to put her into a spreader bar.
There was no other traffic at the moment, so he pulled in directly in front of the main entrance, exited the vehicle, and somewhat roughly pulled her from the back seat.
Alexa even managed to walk upright, almost proper. A tall black woman in the gray uniform of a bailiff awaited the unequal couple between the security doors.
“Evening James. What do we have here?”
“Evening Martha. Another fruit for you. Half a dozen of infringements, starting with loss of composure and getting worse from there. Tsirpidis, Alexa. The file should be transferred by now.”
The woman looked down at her terminal.
“Ah yes... there we go. Judge Wegsteiger has the night shift and can see her right away. Okay James, wanna grab a coffee before you get back on the road?”
“Nah, thanks, I've got to get back to work. The chief has it in for me anyway. See you.” He patted Alexa on the butt to bid her farewell.
“Suit yourself. You know where to find the break room when you wanna stop by and... young lady, will you stop fidgeting!”
Alexa almost started to cry again. “Please, ma'am, I must... I mean, I have to...”
“Piss! Just say it. You won't! Oh dear Lord, bratty girls and their unruly bullshit. Try to behave like a woman, for once. Look at this, feel it!” She grabbed Alexa's still cuffed hands and guided them to her waistband, where a round, rock-hard balloon was bulging over her tight pistol belt. Alexa's eyes got wide. Totally absorbed in her own predicament, she had failed to notice the massive bulge the other woman was carrying.
“I have a Class I Permit. I am allowed to void before and after my shift. Guess what, I don't. Because I'm not some sort of antisocial scum like you. I arrive with a night's worth of urine inside me, and while my colleagues go for a quick piss, I change, brew some coffee and get to work. And eight hours later, when all the weaklings pile into the bathroom to finally feel comfortable again, I'm having a nice relaxing shower. After that I take all my liquid back home with me, like a responsible citizen should. Let me guess: You expected lenience from me because I'm a woman? That's not going to happen.”
The console beeped. “Oh, it seems the court will see you know.”
The hall was short and covered entirely in white tiles. It opened into the courtroom, which, despite of all the wood furnishings and the flag on the wall, looked nothing like those on TV. Martha let Alexa into the defendant's stand and fixed her handcuffs to a short length of chain. Then she took a step back, leaving the desperate girl standing there.
There was no “all rise”, no one announced the honorable so-and-so. Judge Wegsteiger was already seated behind the bench, looking up from the file he had been studying, mustering Alexa.
“Please give me your full name and citizen's ID number for the record.”
“A... Alexa Tsirpidis, F-98-12-54-79-B, your honor. Sir, may I...”
“You may not. Stand up straight and stop fidgeting. Prosecutor, please.” The small man to the judge's right read from his tablet.
“The defendant is charged with attempted illegal voiding in violation of the... your honor, is the defendant crossing her legs?”
“Miss Tsirpidis,” the judge growled. “This is a courtroom. And it is the second violation of the behavioral regulations within the single minute you have stood before this court. There will not be a third.”
“I'm sorry your honor. I... I demand an attorney.”
Wegsteiger shook his head. “You watch too much TV. This is a proceeding of urinary matters, not of criminal justice. Formal restrictions don't apply. Your request for legal counsel is denied. Prosecutor, proceed.”
“I will proceed when the defendant refrains from pressing her thighs together.”
The judge hit the bench with the flat of his hand. The sudden noise almost scared the piss out of Alexa.
“This does it! Disciplinary action will be taken against the defendant. This hearing is adjourned. Bailiff, take her to the Holding Cell for the night!”
Alexa sobbed silently as the uniformed woman dragged her away.
The Holding Cell was the penultimate measure in urinary discipline, only flat-out unlimited retention could be considered worse. Martha and another female bailiff had dragged Alexa into the processing room where, under much pee-dancing and fidgeting, she was forced to strip out of her own clothing and squeeze into a prison jumpsuit at least two sizes too small. The cell itself was right through a big, soundproof door to the right. The small room was remarkably cold, the blank metal of the bench even more so.
“The court has send detailed orders regarding the disciplinary action to be taken against you.” Martha proclaimed. “You are getting the full program. Forfeiture, a disciplinary liter, and the bench.”
“Please!,” Alexa protested, “I cannot take a full liter. And not without...” “Oh yes you can.” interrupted the unknown bailiff. She handed her a full-sized ration bottle. “Drink up!”
Still sobbing, Alexa began to take sips from the bottle, turning them into big swigs after the tall guard started to look annoyed. The bottle was empty within a minute.
“See, that wasn't so difficult. Get on the bench!”
Alexa sniffed and lay down on the bench, her back flat against the cold steel, her legs up at a right angle, resting in the stirrups. The bailiffs were professionals. It took them less than a minute to have Alexa securely strapped in. Her hands to the side of her head, her feet fixed in the stirrups, her knees a foot apart, the moisture sensor snug between her legs, the pressure strap tight across her bladder. The last thing they did was shove the drinking tube into the corner of her mouth and securing it with medical tape.
“There you go, honey. See you at breakfast time. And if you leak a single drop, may god have mercy on your soul. Good night.”
The door slammed shut, and Alexa found herself alone in a cold, dark room, with only the faint glow of the little red LED on the security camera for company.
The entire universe seemed to shrink, contract into a liquid-filled space, her bladder, an homogenous cosmos of urine, with the only discernable feature being a sharp, bright point of pain that was her quivering, overworked sphincter, desperately fighting the pressure, holding back liters and liters of boiling hot piss. Minutes drew into hours, hours into days, as the position of her legs increased the blood flow in her kidneys. It was going to be a long night.
The Court of Urinary Affairs
Alexa must have drifted into an uneasy sleep at some point anyway, because she was awakened suddenly by blinding light. She found herself disoriented for a few seconds, before the dull throbbing in her lower abdomen made it obvious where she was. In a twinge of panic, she tried to focus on the feeling of the skin around her private parts and upper thighs. Was there any hint of wetness? No, she was dry. Miserable and in a dire situation, yes, but dry nonetheless. A certain amount of pride mixed into her fear.
Her eyes had adjusted to the brightness. Into her view came a tight pistol belt, slung around a wide pair of hips, squeezing a bulging bladder within an inch of its live. That bitch Martha, evidently.
“Rise and shine, sweetheart, it's almost 8. We've got a change of plans. The court wants to see you now, before breakfast.”
“You are still on duty? Just how long are your shifts here?”
“I'm covering for a colleague. Nicole got the flu, I've taken her shift.” The uniformed woman ran her hands over the crotch area of Alexa's overall, nodded, then reached to remove the tube and unlock the restraints. “Haven't let out a drop, I see. Which means I've just lost 20 Credits. I could have sworn you wouldn't make it. Now get up!”
Alexa clenched all her muscles in her lower body and slowly got out of the horrible construction, staggering to her legs. She found it do be easier than anticipated. In fact after the forced position of the bench, she almost felt relief. Her bladder didn't seem to feel that much worse than it did the night before. Clearly, it should have, with well over a liter of additional fluid in her system, and her kidneys pumping along for eight more hours. Maybe there was a saturation point, a limit after which you just cannot feel more desperate, despite the situation being objectively worse.
The feeling of relief didn't last long. When the bailiff grabbed the detainee by the upper arm and let her out of the door, every step caused her urethral opening to sting intensely. Every time her heels hit the ground, it felt like punch in the belly. Yet, she managed to somewhat follow along on wobbly legs, like a giraffe on a unicycle. The walked more than she was dragged, which she counted as a win.
On their way to the courtroom, Martha stopped at a counter under a sign that read “Processing and Storage”. A short gray-haired woman peeled her eyes from her monitor and looked inquiringly at the squirming girl in front of her. “Name?”
“Alexa Tsirpidis, Ma'am.”
“Ah yes, you're the one from yesterday evening. I've got your stuff right here. You'll have to sign it over to us for storage. Let's see... form 234... here we go. ”
Personal Property:
- 1 softshell jacket, black
- 1 tank top, white
- 1 pair of jeans, black
- 1 leather belt, black
- 1 pair of sneakers, black
- 1 leather wallet, containing
+ 1 international driver's license, number on file
+ 1 credit card, VISA, number on file
+ 1 debit card, Centerville Credit Union, number on file
+ 1 student ID card, Centerville University, number on file
+ 1 bathroom pass, void, number on file (submitted as evidence in pending trial)
+ Cr 35 in banknotes
+ Cr 0.55 in coins
- 1 smartphone, Samsung, incl. battery, SIM and memory cards, IMEI and SIM number on file
- 1 wristwatch, mechanical
- 1 key ring, holding 2 keys, 1 small flashlight, 1 small Swiss army knife
- 1 cigarette lighter
- 1 ballpoint pen
"Ummm...." she glanced into the empty bag. "They seem to have misplaced your underwear at check-in."
"No, they didn't. I never wear any," Alexa admitted sheepishly.
The older woman raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so? Good for you. That will make it easier to adjust to the prison uniform."
“You talk as if I've already been found guilty. What is this, some kind of Kangaroo Court?” As soon as she had uttered them, Alexa regretted these words. The bailiffs grip tightened around her arm.
“Listen there, sweetheart. I'd be very careful with words like these around the honorable Anna Espinoza, who, I can assure you, is a perfectly human woman, not a marsupial. She's the one to decide your fate, so maybe you should try to control your tongue. Unless you enjoy being filled up beyond the bursting point. In that case, keep talking! Just a little tip from my side, I've worked with some of these judges for over a decade.”
“This judge Espinoza...” - “The honorable Espinoza!” - “Fine, the honorable Espinoza, is she known to be, you know, tough?” - “Very tough but mostly fair. Form your own opinion, you'll get to meet her in about half a minute.”
Every step on the walk down the hallway proofed to be somewhat less painful than the one before. Alexa wondered if a bloated bladder could adjust to the pressure, if muscles could get used to being tensed to their absolute maximum, or if her lower section was just getting numb.
It indeed took less than thirty seconds for Alexa to find herself in the same wooden stand, handcuffed to the same length of chain as the night before. Two things had changed, though. The judge behind the bench was a tiny Hispanic woman with a stern look on her face, and Alexa's posture was a lot more controlled, aided by her newly found pride, and the fact that her bladder seemed to have stabilized. She was standing almost upright, her back only arched forward slightly, her thighs kept a few centimeters apart and only lightly trembling.
Judge Espinoza looked her over, then started right into the proceeding, without losing any time on an introduction or formalities. It again showed that the court was a relatively young institution, without the burden of a century old legal tradition.
“The Court of Urinary Affairs is in Session. The Government v. Tsirpidis, second hearing after an aborted attempt. Are you Alexa Tsirpidis, citizien's ID number F-98-12-54-79-B?” - “Yes, I am.”
“Very well. Prosecutor, the charges please.” Alexa couldn't tell if the little man that read the charges what the same she encountered the night before. Probably. How many small, bald prosecutors could one court have?
“The defendant is charged with:
attempted illegal voiding in violation of the continence mandate of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with,
attempted circumvention of loss of privileges under the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with,
loss of composure in violation of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with,
disorderly conduct, including public indecency and obscene behavior under section P of the Public Order Act,
contempt of court through disruptive and highly inappropriate behavior,
obstruction of justice through behavior that warranted disciplinary action and thus delayed court proceedings.”
The judge nodded. “I see. Evidence to support the governments claims has been submitted and will be shown later. How does the defendant plead?”
“Not guilty, on account of extraordinary circumstances, ma'am.”
“Is that so? We will see about that. Prosecutor?”
“The facts of the case are the following: Yesterday, on the 3rd of April, at 21:52, Centerville Police Department dispatch was alerted via phone to an overt display of public indecency aboard Bus 4 of Line 17 between University East and Central Station. Multiple passengers reported a female of continent age, described as 'tall, slender, dark-haired, Caucasian or Hispanic, around 20 years old', openly showing signs of urinary distress and using inappropriate means to control her need. When officers boarded the vehicle at General Hospital bus stop, the suspect had already left. The following video file was taken by the bus security camera and has been retrieved from the NorthEast Public Transport Board under the Public Order Act. It has been submitted as evidence piece number one.”
The large screen on the wall lit up, showing the crystal clear image of a modern 3D surveillance camera. Sitting on a bus seat, it showed what was clearly Alexa, identifiable by at least a dozen features, from shoes over body shape all the way to the black stud in her left earlobe. Screen Alexa was obviously in dire need of a bathroom. She bounced her legs, crossed her thighs, almost curled together into a ball. Then she straightened out again, her hands flew to her crotch, and her fingers very clearly dug into the area between her legs, searching for her urethral opening. People on the bus watched her predicament in awe, in disgust, and some of them, especially the men, with obvious sexual interest. The scene didn't last long. After just a minute or so, the nasty girl carefully got out of her seat, and one hand still firmly placed between her legs, left the bus at the next stop.
Present Alexa envied past Alexa. The remembered how good it had felt. What she would give to be allowed to use her hands now. Dig a whole fist into the crease between her legs, let her fingers find her vibrating pee hole, press them on there with all her might. Relax her sphincter for the first time in aeons, let her thumb take the job of holding back the pulsating flood swelling in her lower abdomen. Seal it all in with her fingertips. Just for a minute or two. If only she could...
“The two officers sent out to investigate the report, split up. Statements from witnesses were conflicting, due to the shock passengers on the bus had suffered from having to watch such a disgusting display. But it was clear that the suspect could only have exited at one of two stations, Howard Shopping Center, or the Catholic Cemetery. At 22:20, Officer James Strong finally apprehended a young woman who matched the description, on the shopping center parking lot. He first temporarily detained, then arrested her, after she completely failed to keep her composure in from of him. The facts that she squatted in the bushes, in the shadow of a parked truck, and that her belt buckle was open at the time, strongly suggest an illegal voiding attempt that was interrupted before relief could be achieved. The card readers of the nearby public female and male lavatories clearly show that an attempt was made to unlock the doors at 22:15 and 22:17, respectively, using the defendant's bathroom pass. The card reader log files as well as Officer Strong's statement have been admitted as evidence, pieces two, three and four. The defendant's expired bathroom pass has been admitted as piece 5. After her arrest, the defendant was brought in front of this very court, where she...”
Judge Espinoza interrupted the prosecutor's stream of words. “That's enough. We don't need to hear what happened in this room yesterday evening. We all know. Disciplinary measures have been taken to adjust the defendant's attitude towards the court. That's all fine. Something else is bothering me. Does the defendant deny that the person on the video is indeed her?”
“No, I don't deny that.”
“Do you deny that you attempted to access the lavatory facilities outside of your schedule?”
“No, I did that, too.”
“And did you try to relieve yourself in the parking lot after that?
“Yes.”
“Than you will have to explain to me what these 'extraordinary circumstances' are, that you claim. Is there anything mitigating at all?”
“Yes. At the time of the incident, I had not urinated for over sixteen hours. And my bathroom pass was invalid due to a clerical error.” 'It's over 24 hours now, and still not a drop!' - a voice in her head screamed. And admittedly, her pussy became a tiny bit moist at the thought. Her bladder pulsated with every heartbeat now.
“A clerical error? You will have to be more specific than that. The Continence Board generally doesn't make any licensing mistakes.”
“It wasn't the Continence Board, ma'am. It was the university. You see, it's final exams week. I left home at about 8:00. Yesterday had two two-hour exams. Inorganic chemistry at 10, and RF technology at 16:00. The time in between was too short to go home, so I just hung around after the first exam, until it was time for the second. I'm an engineering major and really need all the points I can get, so I took extra credit with both.”
“How much extra credit would that be?”
“A full liter for each, your honor. Unnecessary to say, when the RF technology exam came to a close, I was already quite full. When I handed in the exam, the professor accused me of cheating!”
Espinoza narrowed her eyes. “Did you cheat?”
“I didn't. I was accused of using an intraaural implant to receive hints on the test I was taking. That is a massive miss-interpretation! I was born almost deaf on my right ear, and I've had an inner-ear neurostimulator since I was two years old. It's on the official implant register and everything. Yes, it does have a communication interface, but that particular function was switched off during the test. The professor would have none of it. He told me all, sensory implants and cybernetic devices have to be registered with the university beforehand, specifically to avoid cheating. Since it was such a severe infraction of the study and examination regulations, he could only give me two options: Fail the test and retake the class next year, or have the test accepted and instead have the case examined by the university disciplinary committee, on the risk of facing more severe punishment for academic misconduct. I cannot afford tuition for two more semesters, so naturally I picked the second option. He opened a case against me with the committee right there, from his laptop. Of course, that also means that my Urination Permit was suspended immediately, to build up pressure and ensure I cooperate with the committee's investigation.”
“So far that is standard procedure. The university is a semi-autonomous body and has the right to revoke a student's pee privilege to uphold discipline. What makes your case special?”
“I'm getting there in just a moment. I immediately contested the professors claim, using the Student Campus app on my phone. But it somehow didn't register. I walked all the way from the natural science building over to administration. There I realized my mistake. Of course, the disciplinary committee is admin staff. They only work until six, a minute or two after my professor submitted the case. I was somewhat annoyed at this point, and somewhat bursting. I was still curious. Since I never had a suspended permit, I swiped my bathroom pass at the library bathroom, to see what would happen. Well, nothing really happened, it read “VOID – NO ENTRY. I didn't really think about the fact that it should have said SUSPENDED instead.”
“Oh, I think I see where this is going. Please continue.”
“I took the bus home, still in complete control. At my apartment I took a shower, threw on my PJs, and then I tried to empty my bladder. My toilet wouldn't take my card. The reader said PASS VOID – PERMIT EXPIRED. The realization took a moment to sink in. Apparently something somewhere went horribly wrong. Probably just a data entry error with dire consequences. My permit wasn't just suspended, it was revoked. I wasn't just locked out from university toilets, I was locked out from all toilets. I started to panic at this point, and had to slap myself in the face a few times to get my brain going again. I tried to get university admin on the phone. The committee, the dean, student services, IT, anyone. Of course, no luck. Then I called the Continence Board. I figured that as an actual government agency, they could overrule the university at any time. And besides, the uni does not have the right to revoke permits anyway, only suspend them. I only reached answering machines and mailboxes. So I put on some clothes, and me and my rapidly expanding bladder hopped on the bus again, to city hall, to speak to someone who can make a decision directly. An important authority like that has to have a 24/7 emergency service, right? Well, it doesn't. The Continence Board closes at six, and apparently doesn't open again until Monday morning. I knew it was impossible to hold it in all weekend. So in a last, desperate attempt to get access to a toilet, I went back to campus. I knew that particular professor likes to work in the lab late at night, when there a no students around to bother him. So I found him at his workbench, explained the situation to him, and asked, no, begged him to withdraw the case, and re-submit it on Monday. My hope was that maybe, whatever computer program mistakenly revoked my permit, would automatically reinstate it when the case was closed. I even made him touch my rock-hard bladder to demonstrate just how bad it was. He didn't show any mercy. Told me that was goes around comes around, all cheaters get what's coming to them, it was just punishment that I had to suffer, yadda-yadda. I swear, the dirty old fart got an erection when he realized what a piss-filled hot mess I was!”
“Miss Tsirpidis. You are on trial here. This is not the place to slander a reputable member of society!”
“My apologies. I withdraw the last comment. I don't know what stimulates old men sexually, and I don't want to know. Anyway, I was on the end of my tether. I decided to go home and pee anyhow, in a kitchen container if necessary. I know this would have been a violation, but at this point I figured I had no other choice. I got on the bus back to my place, and almost lost it. The results you saw on the video. I realized that I was not going to make it all the way home, so I got off the bus, being very careful not to start leaking. I tried the public bathrooms in the mall parking lot, but of course they wouldn't open, either. So I hobbled into the shadows, and prepared to finally release the ocean inside of me. That's when the police found me. You know the rest.”
Espinoza slowly shock her head from side to side. “Quite a story. I'm going to take you for your word here. I believe you, especially since most of the events will be easy to check.” She studied her well-manicured fingernails for a few seconds. “I still cannot see any mitigating circumstances.”
Alexa couldn't believe her ears. “What? But it was clearly an error! I should not have been stripped of my pee breaks!”
“Yes, a clerical error indeed. I will have the Continence Board look into that. Maybe it's just an IT issue. Whatever the case may be, you still attempted to void without permission. You violated just about any provision of the Female Urination Act. In addition to that, there's your inappropriate behavior in public.”
“I have the right to...”
“No”, Espinoza interrupted. “Urination isn't a right, it's a privilege.”
“Fine. I have been afforded the privilege of a Class II Urination Permit. Sixteen hours is longer than I can be reasonably expected to...”
“Sixteen hours should hardly be a challenge for a healthy young lady. Your lack of self-control is a disgrace. Maybe you should have focused on reaching an acceptable level of continence, instead of partying. If you cannot last for such a short period of time, your physical fitness is not up to par.”
“Well, I run. I go to both a Pilates and a yoga class. I do a lot of Kegels. My muscles down there are not weak, but there's only so much pressure they can bear.”
“You say that like the fact that you cannot hold it in is a reason to let it out. You are using nature as an excuse for your own personal weakness.”
“Everyone has to pee sooner or later! No one can hold it forever!”
The Judge sighed. “Irrelevant. You are completely missing the point of the continence mandate as the foundation of our stable society. Reaching the physical limit is no excuse. A natural need does not constitute a right. The law is quite clear on that. Just because you have to urinate, doesn't mean you are allowed to.”
Alexa pressed her lips together. Not only one pair of lips.
“Good. Do you have anything else to say, or can we end this now? Nothing?”
“In the name of Continence:
The defendant is found guilty of attempted illegal voiding in violation of the continence mandate of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with loss of composure in violation of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with disorderly conduct, including public indecency and obscene behavior, under section P of the Public Order Act.
The defendant is found not guilty of attempted circumvention of loss of privileges under the Female Urination and Licensing Act, as the loss of privileges has to be considered null and void.
Charges of contempt of court and obstruction of justice are waived, as disciplinary action against the defendant has already been taken.”
Espinoza cleared her throat. Alexa bent almost double, but the chain on her handcuffs stopped her fingers from reaching her crotch. So close, yet so far away.
“The defendant's will be re-classified. Due to the severity of her crime, she will not -as usual for first-time offenders- be put into Urination Permit Class IV. Rather, she will be re-classified into Class V until further notice. To reflect the especially heinous nature of her act, her mandatory fluid intake shall be permanently increased in volume by ten percent.
Aside from these purely administrative decisions, the defendant is sentenced to six months of re-conditioning in the Watershed Federal Correction & Rehabilitation Facility, which shall begin with four days of retention. This sentence will be suspended. If the defendant can show that she is able to fulfill the conditions of a Class V Permit already, she will be released on probation. For that purpose, she must show that she is able to resist urination for a time period of 48 hours from the time of her last voiding at 8:00 on the 3rd of April, while maintaining the prescribed fluid intake and proper composure. If she can not demonstrate that ability, the sentence shall be carried out immediately. This concludes these proceedings. Bailiff!”
Alexa groaned. Another full day! That was impossible! Or was it? After all, while she was absolutely miserable and felt like she couldn't last another second, that wasn't subjectively any worse than the night before. Maybe she could just play along and embrace it for another hour. And another. And yet one hour more. One step at a time. Until she was finally allowed to follow nature's call. Like a marathon runner approaches every single one of the 42 kilometers between start and finish. Her legs certainly felt like she had run a marathon or two...
The bailiff detached her cuffs from the chain and grabbed her upper arm again. Once more, she was dragged down the hallway. 'I only know her as Martha.' Alexa realized. 'Would she tell me if I asked for her full name?'
“You got of easy there, Missy!” Martha announced, while they walked (Alexa's walk was more of a stumble) past the holding cell and into the actual detention tract. “Espinoza is usually not so lenient. The terms of your probation are particularly lax. 48 hours, really? You might just make it. And please don't tell me it's impossible, I'm going on 50 already.” She rubbed her massive bulge with her free hand. This number didn't surprise Alexa at all.
On Probation
Alexa didn't find herself let to a detention cell. The room opened up into a small mess hall. A handful of women in prison clothing were sitting around the only two tables. A male guard watched over them, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. One could not fail to notice that all of the women were visible uncomfortable. It didn't take a genius to figure out why.
She was directed towards one of the tables and sat down on the cold metal bench. In horror she noticed the art installation on the wall. A small artificial waterfall, burbling and splattering. What a sadistic feature! Purely intentional, no doubt!
The table's only other occupant was a pale, red-headed woman in her thirties, seated directly opposite Alexa. She raised her eyes from her meal. “Hi, I'm Karen.” - “Alexa. I would say 'nice to meet you', but to be honest...”
“Hey! You two on table one, finish your breakfast and have your little chat when you're back in the cell! No talking in the mess hall!”
Alexa looked down on the arrangement prepared for her on a plastic tray. Two medium sized ration bottles of water, plus a little more in a cup. 'Increased in volume by ten percent', she thought grumpily. Then there war a standard carton of generic NuSo. She picked it up to read the label. 'Nutritional Solution, medium-caloric, slightly diuretic, multi-fruit, with banana and strawberry note'. She turned around. “Do I really have to...” - “Yes, all of it. Quit stalling and get done with your breakfast.”
She poked the straw into her carton. Surprisingly enough, the cheap NuSo didn't taste half bad. It brought back memories of cafeteria food in public schools. The government label suggested it was the same stuff they fed to people on welfare and food stamps. The fruit flavors seemed decent enough. Of course, Alexa didn't know what real bananas or strawberries tasted like. When she was eight or nine, he had nibbled on a slice of bread her brother had left over after dinner. Like every little girl, she had been told a million times not to do that, but curiosity had gotten the better of her. That's just like kids are. As it was to be expected, she had gotten horribly sick within an hour, had to have her stomach pumped at the hospital. Great Aunt Ismene had told her that back in the day, she had quite enjoyed solid food. Alexa knew enough history to be aware that just two generations ago, women had eaten the same things men did. Biologically, that made sense, but she could just not imagine what it must have been like. Having to chew food, giving it that gross mushy texture you saw every time a male talked with his mouth full? Producing solid waste, just to have another bodily function to take care of (and a pretty disgusting one at that)? How weird. Not to speak of the obesity epidemic that was an almost entirely male problem. No, women were a lot better off than men these days, she was sure about that.
“Young lady, it's good to see you enjoying your food, but get started on your drink now. Some of us have a job to do and places to be!” Alexa had hoped to be able to put off drinking more water for just a few minutes, but the guard was insistent. Like she needed any more fluid in her. Deciding that she might as well just get done with it, she threw back her head as if she was taking a shot and emptied the cup in one big gulp. Then she opened the bottles and started chugging.
Only a minute later two other guards appeared, beginning to lead the women into their cells. Alexa was paired up with Karen. When she got up from the bench, Alexa had to clench her muscles with everything she had. Just how much longer could she keep this up? This time, no one grabbed and dragged her, and she managed to follow along stiffly. She felt the cold liquid sloshing around in her stomach and wondered where else in her body it would find a place to go.
The cell tract was located just off the mess hall and pretty small. Four rather roomy double cells, each with a door made from iron bars. It looked a bit like in that one movie with the one guy from... whatchamacallhim... that movie with the thingything... prison. The one she saw at the Cinedrom with her sister last year. Her brain didn't seem to work properly anymore.
After the cell door slammed shut behind them, Karen very carefully sat down on the right hand cot and proceeded to shove her whole hand between her legs. Alexa followed her example, and after her index finger had found her pee hole, she allowed her muscles to loosen up a tiny bit. The relief was almost too much to bear, orgasmic in nature, just like what she had felt on the bus the night before. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. She was controlling the Pacific, just millimeters behind the tiny opening, with something other than just her sphincter for a change. The excitement she felt now was definitely sexual, the wetness entirely unrelated to losing any pee. She considered masturbating carefully to take the edge off the hold. A technique well-tested over the years. But before she could start, another woman's voice made her presence known and brought her back to reality. “So, Alexa, right?”
“Uh... I... I'm sorry. Yes, hi, that's my name, Karen.” Alexa opened her eyes and mustered the woman on the other bed. 'Pretty'. She thought. 'Isn't Karen an Irish name? The red hair would fit. An Irish lass with a bladder the size of a basketball. She's about to tear the jumpsuit apart. That bulge is incredible.' Alexa didn't dare to look down to compare it to her own distended organ.
Karen hadn't missed Alexa checking her out. She smiled. “And, how do I look?” - “About eight months pregnant, I'd say.” Both chuckled a bit, as proper laughing was out of the question.
“What are you in for?” - “I leaked on the job the other day. Just couldn't keep it in. Just a few drops, but with a repeat offender like me, who knows what they are going to do. The can't put me in any lower of a permit class, that's for sure. Just waiting for the court to tell me how fucked I am exactly. I guess we'll find out. What about you, kid?”
“Loss of composure and I... uh, I tried to piss in a parking lot. Judge didn't like it.” - “What, you actively tried to piss? That's bad. They are sending you off for re-conditioning, am I right? Please tell me it's not at Watershed.”
Alexa shrugged. “That's precisely where it is. You sound like you've got personal experience.”
“The Watershed Federal Correction & Rehabilitation Facility for Women, with attached Juvenile Retention Center. A marvelous institution. Been there two times. I do not want to go in for a third.”
“How is it?”
Karen puckered her lips. “I grew up an atheist and didn't use to believe in purgatory, or eternal punishment. Then I was introduced to hell on earth.” She shuddered.
“That bad, huh?”
“They are rather... efficient at getting their point across. Court started you out with retention as well?”
“Four days.”
“Figures. Make sure they don't 'forget' to count your transfer time towards the total. They always plug you up for transport. So unless you wanna be sealed shut for a day longer than necessary, insist they start the clock when they load you into the bus. Wish someone told me that before I went in for the first time.”
“I don't plan on going there in the first place.”
“Oh, they put you on probation? How long do you have left?”
“A little under a day. 48 hours in total.”
Karen's eyes glazed over as her freckled face took a dreamy look. “48 hours. Sometimes I fantasize about being allowed to pee that often. Every two days would be heaven! I can only imagine how relaxed you must feel. Really, I'm more than just a little envious.”
Alexa had so many questions, but at this moment the cell door swung open and the male guard from the mess hall poked his head in. “Mrs. Townsend, the court will see you now.”
Karen got on her feet and approached the hallway on stiff legs. “Here we go. Wish me luck.” - “I'll cross my fingers. If I can manage to take them away from my crotch. Bye.”
Two female guards passed her cell. She could her the older of the two chattering away. “Oh my god, did you notice Cindy took a pee before starting her shift, like a little girl? That woman is a disgrace, I tell you. What has become of the service? Back when I started...” The voice slowly faded away.
Alexa passed the time with careful self-stimulation. When she supported her index finger by pressing the ring finger on top, she could keep her urethral opening shut with just her right hand. It was tricky, but doable. That freed up the left to stimulate her clitoris through the rough fabric. She didn't dare open her jumpsuit to reach in, fully aware that being caught with the zipper down would lead to dire consequences. The metal housing of the moisture sensor kept pressing into her pubic mound, but it was bearable. In a way, having the material cover her most sensitive parts was a good thing. It kept her masturbation from becoming too intense. She knew that if the went too far and launched herself into an orgasm, she would probably start to squirt out urine uncontrollably. Funnily enough, edging was the appropriate tool to take the edge off her desperation. The masturbated at least daily, but this time it was different than the hundreds solo sessions she had have before. Usually her fantasies circled around burly firefighters with big hoses, rescuing her kitten. Or around burying her tongue between the legs of that cute little blonde in advanced calculus. She knew that girl had a boyfriend, but surely, everyone could use a little variety in their sex life. This time, it wasn't hoses with huge nozzles or blonde angels at all. It was Martha uttering the words 'you won't pee', it was her toilet, displaying 'access denied', a smiling judge Espinoza presenting her a giant jug of orange juice with the words 'your fitness is not up to par'. Her left hand sped up, pushing her dangerously close to the edge, then slowed down again, the tension seemed to build and build, but she knew she couldn't release it. Her thumb picked up the pace, a very peculiar balance, just a little bit faster, just a tiny bit more...
“Ma'am, it's time for lunch.” Alexa shrieked in terror and sat bolt upright. A split second later she bent forward, now both hands desperately pushing and squeezing, as her urethra tried to turn into a pressure jet with the shock. She needed a moment to win back control. What little was left of it, anyway. Then she turned beet red. Her ears started to burn. The male guard was standing in the doorway looking at her with a bright smile. She hadn't heard the lock. Oh God, how much had he seen?
“Officer, I... I mean, I hope we can keep that, you know...” - “Oh, don't you worry. We don't all take the rules for gospel here. I don't mind.” The big bulge in his pants clearly demonstrated that he didn't. “Now, young lady. Lunch.” Had she really been rubbing herself for 5 hours straight?
Alexa walked out of the cell with her head held up high. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done, but she had decided that the would not let them bring her down. He had seen her masturbating. Masturbating, but not peeing. That was the important part. She still had her dignity and she was going to keep it. True, her face bore a very focused expression. Her thighs were stiff and her knees wobbly. Her pose was slightly hunched forward. But only slightly. Head up high, that was all that mattered.
In the hallway they passed a pair of armed men in green uniforms, different from both those of the court bailiffs, and the detention area guards. “Who are those guys?” - “Wardens from Watershed. They accompany every prisoner transport with their own personnel. Probably off to the break room now, to drink all our coffee.” He pointed to the window. “If you look into the courtyard, you can see Piss Express.”
Alexa didn't need an explanation of the term. It was a prison bus with barred windows. Very much like an old-fashioned school bus, in a very ugly yellow color, bearing the insignia of the Urinary Justice System. Now, she had absolutely no intention of seeing the inside of this vehicle. This whole unfortunate episode had started on a bus, she would not let it end on one. Just keep holding.
Lunch consisted of lamb kebab NuSo. A flavor Alexa would have enjoyed, if she hadn't been pre-occupied with her bladder. Speaking of occupied, wouldn't it be nice to visit another place with an occupied sign? 'No, just put peeing out of your mind, silly girl!'
The water ration worried her. She had expected two bottles, not three, but it was made perfectly clear that the water wasn't optional.
She polished of her tray under the watchful eyes of the guards and presented the empty containers. She was growing impatient, wanting nothing more than to be let back into the relative privacy of her cell to put her hands to use. All the other women were being taken away in pairs of two, and then it was her turn and... “Hey, you remain seated! Plant that tight little butt of yours back on the bench. Attagirl.” She had not seen this uniformed man before. Receding hairline, big mustache. Not the same guy who surprised her in the cell. A shift change, probably.
“The terms of your probation are pretty clear. You are expected to keep proper composure. We usually let a lot slide here. But you are the bratty little thing who had to be disciplined even before the proceedings. We cannot trust you. You remain right there where you are until dinner, so we can keep an eye on you. In the meantime, I will figure out how we are going to keep you under surveillance during the night. We might have to put you in the holding cell for that.” Alexa gulped. “I... I have no ill intentions.”
“Really. Then what are you doing with your hands under the table? Put both hands on the tabletop, and keep your knees at least twenty centimeters apart! That's more like it.”
Five hours tend to pass very slowly when you have nothing to do. They pass even slower when you've got nothing to keep your mind off a bursting bladder. Waiting for dinner was was living hell. The dripping sound from the waterfall was driving Alexa crazy. Despite the cold metal she was sitting on, she had started to sweat profusely, and the jumpsuit was sticking to her skin. The throbbing, the burning, the pain, all of it was back, and worse than ever before. Her entire lower body seemed to consist of nothing but hard muscles and gallons of pee. Her kidneys had started to hurt. Just a light stinging sensation, not nearly as bad as what was going on below. A fire must have been burning in her stomach, because her piss was boiling. An entire ocean of nothing but effervescent liquid, trying to force it's way past her tired sphincter. Her urethra still wanted to become a fire hose. Pulsing, swelling, everything was tight, and tense, and clutched, and hot and pressurized, and still dry, but for how long? She was rocking back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and then came dinner and it was more NuSo, and more water, and her hands started acting on their own, and she felt like a robot, and she drank it all in a trance and...
'Mind over matter' is a wonderful concept. It enables perfectly normal human beings to do things that are commonly thought physically impossible. Incredible feats like running a marathon in under three hours, or climbing Mount Everest without oxygen. But there are some things even a cast iron will can not achieve.
The first perception that made it through the clouds into Alexa's feverish mind was that both her hands were wedged in her crotch again. The second thing was a sharp hissing noise. Then, pulsing, another hiss. And a loud buzzing sound, an alarm that went off. “No.” She muttered. “No”. The feeling of moisture between her legs. Just a small leak. Another squirt, spraying through her fingers. And another one. And another one. The wet feeling spread down her thighs and manifested itself at her butt. Another, more forceful spurt. All the clenching, all the pressing in the world, all her hours of Kegel exercises, nothing helped. Another jet, no, not a jet, a trickle. Then a stream. A flood. A dyke burst. The great deluge. Biblical proportions. Louder. “No! No!” More, and more. Her boiling piss pushed its way out of her in an inch-thick stream. A fountain sprang from her lap. The urine soaked her jumpsuit, pooled on the bench, dripped onto the floor, formed a growing puddle. “Why? I tried, I tried, I swear! No, please dear god, no!” Now she was screaming on top of her lungs. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
She felt herself being grabbed around the waist and roughly pulled from the bench. Her bottom hit the floor hard, her tailbone hurt, her arms were bend behind her back, her wrists cuffed together. All while it just kept going on and on, coming out in waves, spraying, pissing, dripping, crying, no end in sight.
Epilogue
After the urethral plug went in place, the warden jerked up the back zipper of Alexa's jumpsuit. The bright orange material was pulled tight against the tender flesh of her genitals. Next came the wide belt, fastened firmly around her narrow waist, snapping shut with a loud, satisfying clack. The locking buckle clicked four times.
“Long-range transport protocol complete. Prisoner F/98/0012 ready for transfer.” |
The Continence Mandate: Jane's Re-Evaluation
Part 1: Inspection
Jane walked down the stairs and into the parking lot of her apartment complex with her head held high. A casual observer would have seen nothing but a confident young woman. Her heels clicked on the pavement, as she set one foot in front of the other in a very controlled, lady-like stride. No one could know what was going on inside of her. When she reached her car, the sun was setting, shining its almost vertical rays through her auburn hair. She unlocked the door, and slid into the driver's seat.
When she pulled out of the parking lot and continued onto the ringway, her legs were shaking, something she could allow herself in the relative privacy of her own vehicle. She steered the small sedan past the shopping center and onto the on-ramp. Traffic on the highway was light on a Saturday afternoon, and when the camera had identified the lane markings, the blue indicator on her dashboard came on. The flicked the switch, and a loud ping announced that the car was now driving itself. Now she was able to take both hands of the wheel, place them in her lap, and support her holding muscles with her fingers. She sighted, leaned back, and closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. How nice. The computer knew where they were going, so there was no need to pay any attention to the road. She needed this short break to mentally and physically prepare for what would come next. 'Just an hour and a half”, she thought, 'and I'll finally be comfortable again!' Of course, another hard test was lying ahead of her, something that would need to be taken care of before she could enjoy the luxury of...
The insistent ringing of her phone brought her back to reality. She reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at the caller ID portrayed on the screen in the center console. One hand still firmly in her crotch, she used the other to take the call. “Hi Karen.” “Hi Sweetheart. Are you on your way already?” “Just about there.” “Well, I wish you luck. Let me go how the eval turns out.” “Will do. Listen, I need a moment to focus, so if you don't mind...” “No problem. Just call me afterwards, please. Bye!”
A few more minutes of relaxing followed. When the autopilot beeped loudly for the third time, Jane finally let go of her private parts, and took back manual control. If she hadn't, the car would have parked itself in the safety lane, instead of veering into less predictable traffic patterns without a human operator on watch. She got off the highway, turned right at the end of the off-ramp, and followed a side road into a middle-class neighborhood. Her destination was one of those small, bungalow-style houses that the university had set up as single dwellings, trying to attract skilled scientist on tenure track. The U's plans of becoming a major research center hadn't really worked out, and most of its housing had ended up on the free market, becoming very popular with more affluent singles, and childless couples. She pulled into a driveway and brought the car to a halt in front of a garage door, before shutting it down. One last squeeze, just a few more seconds of manual support. A sigh. No reasonable way to put it off any longer. Time to get out of her seat.
Jane used her passenger door window to check her appearance for the last time. Her face was acceptable, very light makeup, virtually no mascara, just a hint of naturally colored lipstick. Richard liked the natural look. No elaborate earrings either, just metal studs. Hair up, managed by a single tie. Her tank top was as plain as it got, white, midriff-baring and tight. Her toned stomach nicely on display. Her nipples pushed through the thin fabric in the cool evening breeze.
The skintight blue jeans accentuated her long, slender legs, easily her body's best feature. The lowcut waistband exposed just a hint of her hip bones on either side. She very much liked this part of her outfit, but it was not like she would have had the option to change her pants anyway. In fact, she hadn't been out of this particular pair in days.
Well, she wasn't a super model. She wished the had boobs to show off, or a butt to speak of, but this would have to do. She knew she was hot, and she had styled herself exactly to his likings.
Only one thing left to do. The bulge in her lower abdomen was showing. She slowly pulled her swollen bladder back in, using all her strength, until her belly was perfectly flat,like there wasn't a drop of fluid in her at all. Now, hold it there, hold it... Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she blinked them away.
The door was opened by the only man who could afford her relief. People usually imagine every Bladder Master to be a bald, overweight, old man with a nasty sadistic look. In contrast, Richard Bartosz was a skinny gentleman in his thirties, with black-rimmed glasses and an innocent expression.
“Bad Girl Jane Elvey reporting for inspection, sir.” He nodded and let her into his small, brightly lit kitchen, closing the door behind her without a word. Then he grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. She melted into his arms while his tongue found its way into her mouth. After what must have been a minute, their lips separated. He hold her at arms length, and looked at her more affectionately than most would have considered proper. “Hey Babygirl.” “Good afternoon, sir.”
He smiled, then gestured towards the coat rack. “Why don't you hang up your jacket?” “My jacket? Oh. Yes.” Thankfully, the room wasn't too chilly. She pulled her top over her head, and hung it to a hook by its spaghetti straps. He studied her A-cup breasts. Just a handful, but what a nice handful they were. Two small hemispheres, perfectly firm, not the slightest amount of slouch, the tiny nipples rosy and slightly pointed upwards.
Standing there, in just her heels and skinny jeans, she raised her arms over her head and did a slow turn, presenting to him her 24-year-old body, shaped by a decade of gymnastics. He seemed to like what he saw. He had noticed the tremor in her legs, her sucked-in belly, the panicked look in her eyes. She was almost exploding. Her entire body screamed off her need for the toilet, and yet she managed to put on a smile and keep up her facade. 'Oh god' he thought. 'She's a hot mess. A desperate, piss-filled, bursting, trembling hot mess. But she's absolutely not allowed to show it.' The thought gave him a raging erection.
He closed his fist around her hair, and spun her around, using the ponytail for a handle. Then he roughly pushed her against the refrigerator, face first. He got as close to her as he could, pressing his groin into her butt, and ran his tongue up and down her neck, while his hands cupped her breasts. They both breathed heavily, and his tongue started playing with her earlobes, while his fingers explored her torso, wandered downwards, and tried to slip into her tight waistband. Then, suddenly, he pulled away. Jane turned around and looked at him inquiringly. She had fully expected his greeting to escalate further, like it usually did. But apparently he intended to go by the book this time.
“That's enough pleasantries. Time for your inspection. Assume the position, please.” She stood at ease, arms behind her back, legs shoulder width apart. Her breasts glistened in the light. He first palpated her abdomen. Pulled in tight, flat, and rock-hard. Just like it was supposed to be.
He ran his hands up and down her inner thighs, over her butt, her crotch, and between her legs. He was feeling her up, under the pretext of a continence inspection. Of course she was dry! The thin moisture sense wire, woven in between the cotton fibers of her jeans, would have detected a leak and triggered an alarm long before he could have noticed anything. But carrying out the inspection with utmost attention to detail was his right and duty as a bladder master. Jane had no say in this matter, anyway. When he ran his finger over her most interesting place for the third time, he could feel her lips contract through the light denim, clenching to control her urge. This was enough. He was only a man. He had to have her, now! He retrieved the small key from his kitchen cabinet, almost dropped it into the sink. Her belt buckle lock was a marvel of modern engineering. A combination of electronic and mechanical features, virtually unpickable, and resistant to anything short of an angle grinder. But he had the key. It clicked three times, then he yanked the belt out of the loops and threw it across the room. Jane didn't move, her arms still behind her back. He fumbled with the button, then the zipper, then he pulled on her jeans, but they wouldn't budge in this position. Wait, why was he making his life so difficult? “Jane, please remove your trousers. I want to inspect you dryness more closely.” That was, of course, well within his rights.
Even Jane had a bit of trouble pulling down her pants. They were tight on her hips, and the seam had buried itself deeply into her butt crack. The stiffness of her legs didn't help either, and her shoes now had to come off, too. She wiggled out of the garment, carefully peeled the fabric from her left leg, stepped out of it, then the right leg. Focus and don't lose it. Don't acknowledge your pain. Fresh air was hitting her lower body. Her genitals breathed for the first time in days. She put the jeans away to one side and stood in front of Richard, naked.
He only allowed himself to admire her neat hairless pussy for a second or two. Then the regular inspection routine was over. Jane felt herself grabbed around her small waist and heaved onto the kitchen table. She flinched, the tabletop was remarkably cold against her back. Richard intended to make her forget the cold. He maneuvered her butt just to the edge of the table, with her legs dangling in the air. Than he suddenly disappeared out of her field of view. He re-emerged seconds later, without pants. His sizable erection pointed at her slit, like a missile he was about to fire at her. He tore a ribbed condom out of its wrapper and nonchalantly pulled it over his penis, in one swift motion, owing to years of practice. He ran his dick across Jane's labia. Then he very carefully put just the tip past her outer lips, and again dragged down the length of her genitals. With a bit of pressure, he touched the bulb of her clitoris, the sensitive tissue just below it, her vibrating urethral opening, then arrived at her vagina. She shuddered. It was all the teasing he could muster. He finally wanted to make her his. He pinned Jane to the table with both his hands on her ribcage. The angle was just right.
He pushed his rock-hard member into her, all the way to the hilt, then remained still for a moment, to appreciate her tightness. She was unbelievably tight. Her swollen bladder seemed to take up all the space there was in her lite body, leaving virtually no room for him. Her muscles clenched down on his manhood from all directions with mighty force. And there was the rhythmic pulsing that kept squeezing him, to an almost painful degree. Her entire lower section contracted with every beat of her heart, in the desperate attempt to keep in multiple days of pee. Like Kegel exercises on steroids. It was incredible how good that felt. He had always liked them bursting. Even as a teenager, making his first sexual experiences, he had known that the longer girls had stayed away from the toilet, the better they were in the sack.
He pulled back, then thrusted forward. Even with the lubricated condom, and her getting wetter and wetter with every second, it was remarkably difficult to slide down her love canal. So tight, so tense, holding everything shut with every bit of strength she got. He picked up momentum now, started to screw her with force. Her legs, wrapped around his back, followed his rhythm, pulled him in with every thrust.
Jane didn't have quite as much fun. The sex was good, but extremely physically demanding. With her legs spread wide apart, her sphincter tried to give in, and she squeezed it shut with iron discipline. Her abs were tired, her bladder was on fire, and worst of all, she was enjoying it way too much. Richard's penis lightly brushed against her G-spot on each stroke, which drove her crazy. She knew if she had an orgasm, she would lose it and piss all over his table. And his groin. 'Do not come, do not come... oh god!' She wanted to lay back, close her eyes, and focus on holding both her pee and her lust under control. She didn't, because she couldn't trust him not to try anything stupid. And sure enough, about ten minutes in, he took his right from her torso and reached for her clitoris. She slapped the hand away. If he touched her there, everything would be over. He seemed to get the message and didn't try again. He just kept on pounding.
Every time he was about to come, he slowed down his pace, seeking to prolong his pleasure and her torment. After forty-five minutes of torture, he couldn't take it anymore, and picked up more and more speed, slammed her hard, again and again, his penis painfully stabbing her bladder. There was nothing gentle about it, just raw, animalistic fucking. She wanted to cry, but she also wanted to come.
Then it was over. He shot his load, grunted, and collapsed on top of her, his dick still buried deep within. Just for a split second, he balanced his weight on her bladder. She shrieked, then covered her mouth with her hands. To show her weakness in front of him, stupid, stupid girl!
“What was that?” “Nothing, I just... it was nothing!” “Nothing. I see.” He pulled out and stepped away, holding the condom in place on his shriveling genitals with one hand. “Assume a proper posture, would you please?” She staggered to her legs and again stood at the inspection position, still stark naked. “You stay right there, while I get cleaned up.”
He left her standing in the kitchen, disappearing to the left, where she knew his bathroom was. He left the door ajar. She heard a metallic sound, probably the lid of a trash can, as he threw away the condom. Running water. Then suddenly... oh please no, splattering noises, he was peeing standing up. Peeing, piss.ing, urinating, relieving himself! Utter sadism. Jane bent double, her hands jammed in her crotch, holding in an ocean, just millimeters from the open air between her thighs. Just for a few seconds, just until he stopped peeing. Oh god, please...
When Richard came back into the room, wearing pants, he found Jane with nearly perfect posture, legs apart, calm and collected. Except for her thighs, which she couldn't stop from trembling. And the bulge was protruding a bit, as she could not pull it back in all the way anymore. There is a limit for everything. She knew that if he was in a particular strict mood, this could seal her fate right there. He did not discipline her. Instead, he kissed her on the forehead, took a step back, and gently ran his fingers down her cheek. “Don't worry, Babygirl. You know I love you.”
She smiled. “I know. I love you, too.” That was a boldfaced lie. But it came over her lips quite easily. What was a girl supposed to do? With her bladder master on her side, instead of against her, life was going to be a whole lot more comfortable.
He had fallen for her completely. She had played him just right. Jane had already noticed his strange behavior when he performed her first inspection as her newly-assigned bladder master, to replace her old parole officer. His touches had been chaste, his voice shy, his behavior far to correct. In the following weeks, a picture had started to form. He had not tried to take sexual advantage of her. It was an open secret that nearly every Bad Girl was sleeping with her bladder master. Of course, they didn't have to grant sexual favors by law, but the threat of never being allowed to piss again, and the authority to actually follow through with that threat, opens a lot of legs. Unchecked power tends to do that. Richard had not tried to coax her into anything, even though it was obvious she turned him on. Especially when she was bursting, which was all the time. He had gotten more and more formal, stuck to all his rules and regulations. And he blushed when she smiled at her. A major crush. After the realization had sunk in, the rest had been easy. He was a man, and men are simple. It was Seduction 101. She tried different clothes, experimented with makeup, found out what he liked. A little basic flirting. She twirled her hair around her fingers often. Smiled a lot. Was nice to him. Struck up innocent conversations about his past. Learned that already in his late thirties, he had have a plethora of sexual partners, but never a meaningful relationship. He was craving intimacy, quite clearly. Then, one night, after the sight of her desperate piss-filled body at the inspection had left him again with a massive boner, she jumped him. Initiated sexual contact, actively, aggressively. He didn't resist. Quite the contrary, once the ice was broken, he had taken the lead, as a complete dominant. He was calling the shots now. At least he thought he did. Jane didn't mind. In a way, it was to be expected. The voluntary position of Bladder Master attracted a certain personality type. She only had to modify her behavior slightly to appease this side of him. A coy look here and there, a lot of submissive 'yes, sir', and 'thank you, sir', and occasionally even 'yes, daddy'. Nothing that was unusual in a situation with such an awfully one-sided power balance anyway. She had him exactly where she wanted. He had swallowed her bait whole. Hook, line, and sinker. Who was taking advantage of whom now? This was going to make so many things so much easier.
Richard glanced at his watch. “19:55. Almost time.” He pulled a plastic card from his pocket and handed it to Jane. “Your Bathroom Pass, Honey. Please step in here”.
He opened the bathroom door. The light came on automatically, to reveal a sink, a shower, and the only toilet available to Jane in the world. Her bladder buzzed with anticipation. She whimpered.
“Now, now, easy there, Babygirl. Don't get too existed. It's still not eight. Please put your pass into the reader.” The black box swallowed the card. A warning buzzer sounded. The display read 'OUTSIDE OF SCHEDULE'. The lid remained firmly shut. That was to be expected.
“Okay, we are just about there. When your time comes, you've got five minutes to void. That includes the time used to obtain permission.”
“Five minutes will be... plenty long enough.” Her words came pressed.
“Oh, will it? Let's make it four then.” he said with a grin.
Time had never passed so slowly for poor Jane. Every second was an hour, every minute seemed to draw into eternity. Her entire universe seemed to consist of nothing but her bloated hollow organ, and the plumbing fixture in front of her.
20:00 rolled around. The reader beeped twice. The toilet had accepted her bathroom pass as valid, and the lid swung open. Jane stared at the marvelous machine. A lovely aquamarine seat, and below it, the bowl in all its porcelain glory. So close. She almost lost it right there.
She swallowed, then focused to give her voice a formal tone. “Sir, it is time for my scheduled toilet break. May I please take this urination?” Richard nodded. “Yes, you may.”
Jane didn't need to be told twice. She didn't sit down on the toilet, she threw herself at it. As soon as her buttom touched the blue plastic, her tired sphincter gave way. A few first drops hit the water. Then there was a trickle. Then a stream. Then a fire hose. Then Niagara Falls. She unleashed a flood. Four days of pent-up liquid and frustration broke way.
Jane let out a deep moan, as her body relaxed completely for the first time in days. She bit her lower lip. The feeling intensified. Her eyes rolled back into her head in total bliss. She shivered from the relief. Her entire lower body vibrated from the turbulence of liters of boiling hot piss shooting out of her urethra with incredible force. Her sphincter didn't hurt anymore, and the pulsing in her bladder was now almost enjoyable. The pressure didn't seem to come down, if anything her stream got even more violent. She had released a gushing torrent of pure joy. The pleasure became unbearable, she was extremely sexually aroused. Without any regards to Richard watching, her right hand found her swollen clitoris. All it took was a quick flick off the thumb, to send her over the edge. A mind-shattering orgasm ripped through her. The orgasm she had to deny herself just minutes earlier. Gone was any conscious thought. An intelligent young woman, suddenly reduced to mere animal instincts. There was only relief, and moaning, and piss.ing. She was in absolute heaven. Her fingers developed a life of their own, rubbing and prodding, and she immediately hit her next climax. Then another one. The intensity of the sensations rippling through her body almost threw her off the throne, she barely managed to keep her bottom on the seat. The convulsions of her muscles weren't even making a dent in the downpour. Piss was spraying in random directions when her fingers, still playing with her little special spot, inadvertently interrupted the stream. After almost two minutes of pure ecstasy, her racing heart started to slow down, her arousal faded away, and she slouched on the seat in exhaustion. But she was still peeing forcefully. She just hung there and let it happen. Well into the third minute, her stream began to slowly subside, then trickled off. She was spent.
“Your time is up!” “Huh?” “Four minutes are over, Jane. Get up!”
Her legs were made from jelly, and her surroundings were clouded in fog. Richard had to help her stand, then hold her steady to stop her from swaying back and forth. Her circulation needed a few seconds to catch up with the demand for oxygen in her brain. Nothing that was supposed to happen to a young athlete at peak physical condition. Everything was numb.
A single droplet of urine still glistened on her pussy. When Richard was sure she wouldn't fall over, he carefully let go of her, got on his knees, and gently kissed the drop away. It didn't feel half bad. He looked up to her, smiling. “Hot shower, and then to bed?” “That sounds lovely.”
The shower was indeed hot, almost scolding. It was a nice change of pace from the sponge baths she had have to take all week. Jane didn't bother with shampoo or any other products, despite the row of bottles lined up on the shelf. She stood there and let the hot water beat down on her. He tried his hands at massaging her necks and shoulders, and was quite decent at it. Richard's shower was one of those fancy modern ones, so when he turned off the water, a warm stream of air flowed around the two, drying them off. It left Jane's hair in a mess, but she couldn't even pretend to care. The way to the bedroom seemed a mile long. The room was dark, but she had been in Richards bed often enough to find it with her eyes closed.
She slipped under the sheets, and Richard came after her, working himself into a spooning position, wrapping his arms around her and resting his hands on her breasts. The bed was all soft, and warm, and incredibly comfortable, and she was so tired and so fully relaxed. It took only seconds before her thoughts started to become less and less coherent, and she drifted off into the dark nothingness of sleep.
Richard awoke with a tight little butt pressed firmly into his groin. Was there a better way? He lay there, enjoying her warm body for a few minutes, before she started to stir. He softly kissed the back of her neck. “Good morning, Babygirl. How was your night?”
She was starting to take a liking to him Babygirling her. As silly as a name that was for a well-educated, independent woman, he spoke it with so much love and affection, it almost made her forgot their relationship was build on a lie. Not that she would have objected, anyway.
He inquisitively pushed on her bladder. It put up a little resistance.
“Mhhhh.” “Stop making inappropriate noises, silly girl. What's the status?” “There's a little in there from the night. Not much. Almost empty” “That's good. Let's get up and have some breakfast, shall we? You don't want to fall behind on your hydration regime.”
Breakfast consisted of a fruit mix nutrient solution for Jane, washed down with the prescribed amount of water. Richard didn't eat anything. He sat opposite her, holding a mug of coffee, watching her, smiling. Jane didn't want to raise the topic of her evaluation herself. He had to address it sooner or later.
When she was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, Jane realized she had left her bathroom pass in the reader. She retrieved it and held it out to Richard, who had entered the room behind her. He reached for the card, but instead of taking it from her hand, he closed her fingers around it. “Keep it.” “Pardon me?” “I want you to keep it. You are going to need it, soon.” “I... uh... okay.” Richard nodded. “I think it's time to talk about the results of your evaluation.”
They didn't right away. Richard set up his laptop on the kitchen table. Then three binders with papers followed. Then he gestured Jane to take a seat, sat down himself, cleared his throat. He appeared like a bureaucrat now. More a representative of the urinary justice system, then an average human being.
“This is the final interview and communication of previous review results, according to article 82 of the Female Urination and Licensing Act. This will conclude the evaluation of Jane Elvey, Bad Girl and registered Troublemaker, Citizen's ID Number F-91-02-84-17-A. Can you confirm that you are the aforementioned individual?” “Yes, I am.” “That is sufficient, as the woman in question is personally known to the reviewer. Intimately, in fact.” Jane faked a shy little smile and coy look. It was pretty convincing.
“Over the last six months...” His voice droned on, observations, facts and opinions, evaluation and recommendation. Jane usually wasn't overly emotional. She thought of herself as rational and tough. After two minutes, she couldn't believe her luck. After five minutes, she was fighting tears. After ten minutes, she was sobbing at his shoulder, unable to contain her joy. He was stroking her hair, talking softly. “It's okay, Babygirl. You fought hard for this. I doubt there has ever been a parolee with your level of determination. You deserve it.”
Jane hadn't cried for too long. Weeping like a little child wasn't really her style. She felt almost embarrassed for her outburst. Then again, it did fit into the framework of the submissive persona she was presenting to Richard. After breaking the good news to her, he didn't have much more to say. He sipped his coffee and waited for her to regain composure. After she had wiped away her tears, he nodded. “This concludes the final interview and the evaluation. Listen, I don't mean to rush you, but I think we both have work to do. Let's get you dressed, okay?”
Richard retrieved a suitcase. He kept a change of clothes for her at hand. Well, not exactly 'a change of clothes'. More like 'half her wardrobe'. Certified clothing with build-in moisture sensors had become mandatory for every Bad Girl under the control of a court-assigned bladder master. These garments were available in a variety of different styles, makes, and models, which they needed to be, since women governed by the continence mandate were not supposed to adapt their clothing to accommodate their swelling bladder. Thanks to economy of scale, all this weren't terrible expensive either, which was good, since the clothes had to be provided with the woman's own money.
Jane had never been fond of skirts. The selection consisted almost exclusively of jeans, shorts, and various types of pants. Not only pants that were supposed to be held on by high-tech belts, but also clothing that locked on its own. He knew she did her run and the rest of her weekly workout routine during her shorter, three-day holding period, so he dug into her sportswear. He picked a pair of running tights, a tat bit thinner and more form-fitting even than usual yoga pants. He liked how her legs looked in these. Of course he did. Once her shapely butt was safely encased in the stretchy fabric, he engaged the lock in the reinforced waistband. This simple act made his penis stir. After she had slipped a black T-shirt over her braless chest, he directed her out of the house. She had expected a peck on the forehead like usual, but instead he bid her farewell by smacking her behind with the flat of his hand. Hard. A loud snap, like the crack of a whip, accompanied by a delightful squeal out of her mouth. Her muscular buttocks didn't jiggle one bit. He grinned as he shut the door.
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This is not quite a full update, but it's all I can deliver right now:
Intermission: A Friendship Breaks
Karen was Jane's best and oldest friend. They had known each other since high school. Since Jane had been in high school, anyway. More than that, they had been through hell and back, hell being the urinary justice system. Both were already looking back on a remarkable criminal career at their young age, Karen more so than Jane. They had gone to the Watershed Federal Correction & Rehabilitation Facility for Women together, twice. Just recently, after an unfortunate incident that lead to her leaking a few drops at work, Karen had been sent to Watershed for a third time. She had spent the unusually short period of just six weeks at this institution. After she returned, she had acted somewhat reserved, and had restricted contact to her friends to a minimum. She also avoided the topic of what hat happened to her there at all costs. Jane hadn't felt like prying too much, given how focused on her own predicament she had been. But the end of Jane's probationary period and the results of her evaluation had piqued Karen's interest. She immediately had wanted to talk about it.
The café where they had agreed to meet was just at the edge of campus, less than a kilometer from Jane's apartment. So she had decided to walk. The place was just a little too up-market and expensive for the average student, but there was usually no shortage of university personnel, faculty, and suit-wearing yuppies from the nearby business district. Just not this early in the day. It was barely 11 AM, and just a handful of customers were sitting at the bar. The outside terrace was completely empty, safe for one table, tucked away in a corner, that sat a single lone figure.
She spotted Karen from a distance. As always, seeing her stung a little. It was a psychological mystery how she could be so jealous, and yet the same time so fond of a person. Karen's appearance was everything Jane had always wanted. She didn't even think of herself as ugly, she was undeniably hot. But hot and beautiful are not necessarily the same thing. People called her skinny frame 'tight', her little button nose 'cute'. But she knew her face was boring, and her chest was just as flat as her behind. No one had ever used the trite old stereotype of 'Plain Jane' to describe her, but maybe the monicker would fit. Despite the ballet dancing and yoga classes, all she could present was a tomboyish kind of attractiveness.
Karen, on the other hand, was positively gorgeous. Next to her, Jane was invisible. When they went out together, Karen got all the stares. And how could one not stare at this epitome of feminity? Cascading red locks, ivory skin, piercing green eyes, a lightly freckled face, luscious lips, and her body! Tall and curvy, ample bosom, nice round ass, endless legs. The incarnation of the perfect ginger goddess. Whenever they were together, Jane felt inadequate, and maybe slightly aroused.
Their hello consisted of a quick hug. “Hi Honey.” “Hey Sweetheart.” The sunny autumn day was still warm enough to allow for a light summer dress of the floral variety. Maybe a little short for propriety. Okay, a lot too short. But not unusual for Karen. She was a successful junior marketing executive, yet her business clothes would probably have looked similar, albeit black.
One aspect was off. For the first time in eternity, Jane saw Karen's silhouette without any bulge in her lower region. There was just her friend's amazing hourglass figure, and no bump to be seen. This owed to the constrictive black garment fastened around her middle. A compression girdle. A devious device, not unlike in appearance to an old-fashioned waist cincher or short corset, but made from the strongest, most modern materials. A layer of strong plastic, interwoven with aramid fibers, brutally tightened with a steel cable, and locked up securely by electronic means. Designed for a single purpose: Press down the swollen bladder of a girl forbidden from having her need on show. Jane had encountered one in her criminal career once or twice. These days, her strong abs were everything she needed. For the most part.
Karen interpreted Jane's questioning look right. “Master put me on no-show yesterday. There was no chance I would ever be able to pull in my bladder all the way, so he shoved me into this thing here. Any tips on how to deal with this? I've got no experience.” “Uh... well...”
Then the absurdity of the situation struck her. Strong, tough Karen, Holding Queen Karen I, her guru and go-to adviser for all things pee, was asking for her help. What had the world come to?
“You really have never been compressed before?” “No, they never found it necessary, until yesterday. If you've got anything to share, please tell me.” Karen would never admit that she was at the end of her tether, but her voice was clearly strained.
“I have been on no-show since I was twenty. They introduced it as a generalized part of the Troublemaker routine four years ago. I guess you just dodged the bullet back then? I mean, if there was no pending disciplinary measure against you, maybe it simply never came up.” “How do you cope with it? There is not a single millimeter for my bladder to expand, except for upwards, into me. When he tightened down this contraption, it just got so much worse. I feel like I've got a week worth in me.”
“It never really gets easier physically. You just have to accept it. Grin and bear the pressure. Maybe this thought helps you: How long have you been holding it?” “Three days.” “And what does it feel like with the girdle?” “A week.” “And can you hold it for a week?” “Of course.” “Then how is this even a challenge for you?”
Karen thought about it, then nodded. “Okay, I get it. Just treat it like you were holding longer already. And I can hold a lot longer. Yes. Why didn't I think of that? Thanks!” She smiled, and hope had returned to her face.
The waitress was a cute little thing, and visibly bursting at the seams. While taking their orders, she was having obvious trouble with keeping her legs from bouncing. Jane was really starting to develop an eye for the bladder situation of other girls, and this kid wasn't gonna make it to the end of her shift. Poor soul. While waiting for the server to return, they chit-chated about this and that, saving the more private talk about about Jane's evaluation for when they wouldn't be interrupted. Soon their drinks arrived. Karen had ordered some kind of sugary monstrosity, consisting of more caramel syrup than actual coffee. Jane preferred her hot beverages black and bitter. She scanned her cup with her cellphone, being sure to log the fluid intake against her daily total.
The dress was really short, and Jane couldn't stop herself from staring at the milky white thighs on display. When Karen shifted in her seat, she caught a glimpse of something she had hoped to see, and a little more. She didn't fault her friend for going commando. She herself had been stuck in locked pants for the better part of the last year. If she was allowed to wear a dress, she would want to feel a little breeze down there as well. No, she had spotted something else. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching, and found out they were completely alone.
“Karen, you're okay with me...” She neither finished the sentence, nor waited for permission. She had already lifted the hem of Karen's dress and was staring at her private parts. She had seen the other woman's genitals hundreds of times, from very up close. She didn't even want to think about how many hours she must have spent with her face buried in this muff. Their sexual relationship had lasted for a little over two years, and it had been a blast. After all this time, she was still a little upset that is was over, and their friendship didn't come with additional benefits anymore. Sometimes Jane wondered if the older Karen had felt naughty, introducing an innocent jailbait teen to the pleasures of girllove. They had both agreed to keep it casual, so the whole thing had ended when Karen had met her soulmate and future wife Ivy. But Jane still knew this pussy very well. A textbook example of a vulva, with slightly puffy lips, a birthmark, and a small scar where there had been a little mishap involving Jane's tongue piercing. She knew it by heart, and this object didn't belong there. Stuck to Karen's pubic mount was a flat, black rectangle, about the size of a stick of gum. Two thin lines ran down either side of her slit.
“What is this... thing?” “Urine sensor. Really fancy. Can detect a single drop before it has even left you completely. Something high-tech about area effect sensing of urea and other substances. Isn't fooled by anything else, I can go swimming with it.” “How does it stay on there?” “Surgical adhesive.” “Doesn't it hurt when it comes off?” “It doesn't.” Jane raised an eyebrow. “I would have thought that a strong glue like that would at least cause some...” “No, it doesn't come off.” “Oh. I see. That's a little extreme, don't you think?” Karen shrugged. “It's necessary, I suppose. You know I enjoy wearing skirts. How else is he going to secure a sensor on me, without locking me in a pair of panties? And I'm a married woman. How would I explain to Ivy she can't go down on me anymore?”
“Necessary. How is any of this continence bullshit necessary in the first place?” “Jane!” “What? Do you actually believe it's a good idea to have something permanently glued to your junk?” “It can be surgically removed.” “That's not the point! Next thing you know, they have these things stuck on every girl passing through Watershed.”
Karen looked absolutely horrified at the mention of Watershed. “Can we please not talk about this?” “I... I'm sorry.”
There was a moment of awkward silence between the two, before Karen picked up the ball. “We haven't met to talk about me, have we? How did your evaluation go?”
Jane's face lit up. A lot more enjoyable topic.
“Well... good news. Apparently I've made quite an impression on Richard.” “You are still calling him Richard? You know how inappropriate that is!” “Oh, please.” Karen raised both hands. “Sorry, let's not discuss that again. What was the result exactly?”
Jane looked smug. “I have been so well-behaved, they are probably going to put me back in license class IV. Going to be allowed to pee at home again. And even better, I'll likely have my intake factors reduced to something more humane. Like 1.5 or even 1.3 regular. God knows I've been hovering around 1.8 long enough.”
Karen frowned. “Neat trick you pulled off there.” Jane was taken aback. “What? What do you mean, I've worked my ass off for this!”
“More like shook it. What the hell do you think you are doing here? Spread your legs, turn one man's head, beat the system? You're not even close to continent. Sleeping with your bladder master is not an achievement.” Jane was utterly perplexed by this behavior. “You are sleeping with yours as well, and you wife gets sloppy seconds. How's that for a double standard?” “I'm a grown woman and Ivy doesn't get to decide who I fuck. And this is not about sex. You are as manipulative as...” She struggled for an apt comparism, and had to settle for another profanity. “...shit!”
“Since when are you opposed to that? You can twist any man around your little finger, and do it all the time.” “I would never mess with a bladder master!”
“You're kidding, right? They have all the advantages on their side. Everything to level the playing field!”
“You have no shame. The continence mandate is the basis... the foundation of our stable society.” There was no sarcasm in Karen's voice. The vile was almost palpable. Jane was shocked. “That's a textbook definition. And a meaningless phrase. Since when are you eating up their propaganda?”
“You and 'Richard'. Maybe the Continence Board would find that little tidbit interesting to know...”
“Karen, what on earth is the matter with you?”
“The matter with me? You are antisocial scum with no common decency whatsoever, and you ask me what's the matter with me?”
Another stock phrase. 'Antisocial scum', indeed. Vitriol usually spewed by authority figures of the urinary justice system. Jane couldn't even be angry at her friend. The statement was so clearly ridiculous, and contradicting everything Karen had believed in her entire adult life. She took pride in her massive holding abilities, but she had always made it pretty clear that she thought the continence mandate was bullshit. In the ten years the two had known each other, the only reason Karen had played along with the system was that she couldn't beat it. And it wasn't just that change of mind. There was also the sudden mood swing, from begging Jane's help when facing the unknown girdle, to scolding her for nothing at all. She should have picked up on it immediately. It was perplexing, and very unlike the Karen she knew. Something was fishy. Figuratively, of course; Karen's nearly exposed genitals smelled perfectly fine. A suspicion started to form.
“Have you been brainwashed? I hate to bring it up again, but what the hell did they do to you at Watershed?”
Karen jumped from her seat and stormed away, leaving Jane with two empty coffee cups, the bill, and a very uneasy feeling. |
Part 2: Re-Evaluation
The elevator reached the upper floor of Centerville city hall and the metal doors slid open. Archibald Bennett stepped out of the cabin and approached the front desk of the regional Continence Board. The raven-haired receptionist quickly uncrossed her legs and sat up straight. He pretended not to have noticed.
“Good morning, Angela. I'm here to see the commissioner.” “Good morning Archie. I know, you are early. He's in a meeting with someone from the court. Let me check if he can see you now.”
She picked up her phone and pressed a few buttons. Archibald used the distraction to study her beautiful legs, showcased by a smart knee-length pencil skirt. Shins, calves, ankles, all smooth and firm. When her eyes started to turn in his direction, he looked away to study the notice board on the wall. Thanks to forty years of practice, he was a master at discretely ogling women. Finally someone on the other end took the call and Angela started to talk. “Sir I... yes, I know, sorry about that. Your nine o'clock is here. Oh yes. Okay, thanks, bye.” When she put down the phone, her hands where shaking enough to miss the cradle on the first try. Again he pretended not to notice. She rolled back in her office chair, and stood up slowly. The movement was almost fluent and natural, but the prominent bulge in her lower abdomen gave away the farce. She circumnavigated the U-shaped desk, gestured the visitor to follow her, and so he did.
The hall was long, and the commissioner's office was located at the very end. They passed dozens of doors. General Registry, Schedule and Hydration Matters, Troublemaker Registry, Legal & Court Liaison, Bad Girl Registry, big meeting room, Probation Matters & Bladder Master Assignment, men's room (no ladies' room, obviously), Human Resources, small meeting room, Human Rights & Ethics Commission. The later office was always empty, of course. They had done away with such bureaucratic nonsense years ago.
He knew the way very well and didn't need anyone to accompany him, but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain about the receptionist walking in front of him. Angela's buttocks were printing through the fabric of her tight skirt. Normally one would expect a luscious rear to jiggle a bit, but this one didn't. Clearly, all her muscles were tensed as tight as possible. “So, Angie...”, he asked in a casual tone, “on what kind of schedule do they have you these days?” “Once a day, usually. Though I'm going on 40 hours now.” “Interesting. What are you being punished for?” She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, frowning. “Archie, please don't be ridiculous. I'm always on my best behavior, there is no need for disciplinary measures. It's just that I'll get quite a sweet bonus if I can get it down to six pees per week. That's almost my whole car payment. And if you don't mind, let us talk about something that isn't my bladder.” She didn't really give him a chance to start such a conversation, instead she picked up the pace, almost stormed down the floor with her heels clicking. He had trouble following without starting to jog. He caught up with her just as she reached the commissioner's door. She gestured to the small couch in the hallway “He will see you in five to ten minutes. Please take a seat and wait for him to call you in.” “Seriously? Why do I...” “Archie, please.” “Fine.” He watched her legs from behind as she walked down the hall and back to her desk.
Archibald sat down and grumpily glanced at his watch. 'I hope this is important.' he thought, somewhat annoyed. 'They are getting paid full time, I have to take hours off work.'
Thankfully, it didn't even take a minute before the door opened a crack and Commissioner John Barley poked his head out. “Hey, Archie, good to see you! Please come in.” “Hello John. I think your receptionist might explode.” “She won't, because she knows what will happen to her if she does. Come in.”
The commissioner's office was smaller than one would expect from a high-ranking local government official. His desk was standard size, too, and laden down with an insane amount of paperwork. Files stacked in two enormous piles at either side of the huge computer screen. The view from the large sixth floor window was ruined by dark, low-hanging clouds and the thunderstorm raging behind the sound-dampening glass. The room had two big, comfy chairs for visitors. One of them currently held a tiny Hispanic woman, almost disappearing into the cushions. “Archie, this is the honorable Anna Espinoza, judge at the 8th Circuit Court of Urinary Affairs. Your honor, Archibald Bennett, our most senior bladder master, and a very dear friend of mine. Unofficially, he's also our specialist for delicate cases.” Archibald held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ma'am.” Judge Espinoza nodded and shook his right, without rising from her chair or speaking a word.
Commissioner Barley waited until Archie had taken a seat before he cleared his throat. His first question came as quite a surprise. “You have worked with Richard Bartosz before. What can you tell us about him? We are particularly interested if anything could shine a negative light on his reliability.” “Richard? Yeah, I know him. Very straightforward guy. I have nothing negative to say about his work. On a personal level, maybe. He's a bit of a dick.” They all chuckled at the admittedly childish joke.
“Is he loyal? Does he adhere to procedure?” “Yes. He has a stick up his ass, if you pardon my French. Follows every regulation to the letter. Never met such a stuck-up human being. Really good at his job, though. Why are you asking?”
Without further comment, the commissioner slid a document over his desk in Archibald's direction. An evaluation report for a Bad Girl on probation, addressed to the Court of Urinary Affairs and signed by Richard Bartosz. Quite a positive report. The woman in question was called 'remarkably composed and continent', and Richard suggested a re-classification into Urination Permit Class IV, which meant dropping two classes and severely relaxing her harsh pee-schedule. In addition he pushed for a more lenient hydration regime and reducing her intake factor to 1.5 times the volume of a regular girl. This was unusual, as discipline was rarely relaxed, once a women was caught in the mills of the urinary justice system. Punishments tended to escalate. But something like this wasn't totally unheard of, either. From time to time, a probation officer or bladder master would indeed suggest to loosen the reins, and the court would usually heed their advice. All the development and achievements listed in the report where indeed pointing towards a well-behaved woman. There was nothing suspect about it. Richard was diligent.
Archibald looked up from the document. “So? Happens once in a while, doesn't it?” The commissioner slid him another file. An injunction to the Continence Board, regarding a registered troublemaker. Again under Richard's name. The bathroom clearance of the named troublemaker was to be extended, allowing her to urinate at home again, without her bladder master's presence. The justification for this decision contained the same phrase as before, 'remarkably composed and continent.' Archibald compared the names. The same girl on both. Ordering such administrative adjustments was the right and duty of a bladder master. But in conjunction with a more lenient schedule? The notion was ridiculous. How on earth was Richard to know if this subject would behave herself once they started to be less strict with her? Of course her voiding would need to take place in a certified government urination center, like the home of a bladder master, and be supervised by a responsible public officer. He put down the file.
“Those are both for the same woman?”, he asked incredulously. “Yes, and submitted independently of each other to the board and the court. Of course, both documents where compiled automatically into the parolee's electronic file, but if wasn't for the fact that someone tipped us off, it would have slipped by. They do not reference each other, which is odd. It's not against regulation, but it seems like this was done deliberately to avoid raising flags about this extremely unlikely development.”
“Wait a minute, one step after the other. What do you mean, somebody tipped you off?” “One of my clerks received an anonymous call yesterday morning. An unknown woman who wouldn't give her name. She told us this girl here...” he tapped the files three times for emphasis “... is running a manipulation gambit and has brought her bladder master under her control. We usually wouldn't give anything about that. An anonymous caller against the word of one of our most trusted men. But when we looked into it, this here surfaced. We don't have anything else to go by. The call wasn't recorded, but the log file enabled us to track it back to a payphone on campus. No further clues.”
“A payphone? What's next, carrier pigeons? Mounted messengers?” “Very funny, Archie. Yes, apparently they still exist. Can we please focus?”
“I'm sorry. What do you think could explain Richard's behavior?” “We think she is granting him sexual favors.” Archibald shrugged. Then frowned. “That's not unusual. Aren't all Bad Girls sleeping with their bladder masters? Are you as a government agency now going to tell consenting adults what they can or cannot do?”
The commissioner shook his head. “We would never partake in such an invasion of personal freedom. I don't know about the court, but...” “We wouldn't either” the judge interjected. She had an almost comically deep voice for a woman her size. “The issue is not that they are being intimate. We are having reason to suspect he grew a little too fond of her.”
“What do you mean by that, exactly?” “There might be more emotional attachment than it is healthy for a professional working relationship. In fact, he could be in love.”
Archibald whistled through his teeth. “I see. Well, Richard has always been very pedantic and rule-obsessed. He's pretty much a square. But I have to admit, love can bend a man's mind. Are you going to disregard his suggestions?”
Commissioner Barley stroked his beard. “No, not outright. We cannot simply ignore the position of one of our most reliable volunteers. Not just on a hunch. What we need is a second opinion. Someone to re-examine and re-evaluate Miss Elvey.“
“And that would be me, right?” “Right. You just need to be aware of a few things. Take a look at this.” The commissioner turned his screen towards Archie. It was displaying the personal file of Jane Elvey, Bad Girl, Troublemaker. He tapped on a few numbers and lines of commentary on the upper right side of the screen. “Look at this.”
Archibald leaned forward and squinted. His eyes weren't what they used to be. He took a few seconds to take in the information. Then he understood. “She's a smart girl, isn't she?” “I think so. Excellent academic record, very successful freelance data analyst. Regular contractor to half a dozen insurance companies, according to her tax report. We also have her Bachelor thesis on file, if you want to read it. Both of them, actually.” “Maybe I will actually do that. So what you are trying to tell me is 'watch out, she's more intelligent than you are', isn't it?” “I would not have phrased it that way, but yes. Don't let her outmaneuver you.”
“I won't. There is something else. My boss is very supportive of me volunteering for bladder master duties, but if you're going to send me off on a mission, I'm going to miss several days of work. I can agree to this whole ordeal, if you can make up for lost wages. Pay me the amount I would have earned otherwise, in full.” The commissioner nodded. “Deal. More than that. If you can save us from a scandal, I'll make it personally worth your while.”
“Great. What about my official status while I deal with this? As a private person, I'm not going to get very far.” “You are a sworn-in Bladder Master with all the necessary training and experience. We'll make you a special investigator” “'Special investigator', really? Are you going to give me a badge?” He was dumbfounded when the commissioner did exactly that. From out of his desk drawer he took a small leather wallet holding a brass shield, and handed it over to Archibald. “Uh...” “You can sign for it later.” “What's next, a gun?” “Don't be silly, you know we don't do that. If you want one, bring your own.” “I think I'll manage.”
The commissioner rose from his seat. “Then we have an agreement. I will have all files transferred to you immediately. You find out what our little troublemaker is up to, and we will follow your advice on the validity of Mr. Bartosz' claims.” Archie stood up as well. “I will put a little pressure on her.” “Literally, or figuratively?” Archibald grinned. “Both, actually. Do I have free reign?” “Of course. Whatever you deem necessary.”
“Then I'll be on my way. Commissioner. Your Honor.”
Judge Espinoza raised her hand to stop him. “I think I don't need to tell you how serious this is. I was personally involved in Miss Elvey's case. In fact, I defined the terms of her probation. I want you to shine a light on this.”
He smiled. “Ma'am, I've been doing this job for quite a while. I assure you, this little fruit is going to be thoroughly examined. Maybe Richard does have a point. I will find out.”
On his way to the elevator he had to pass Angela's desk again. This time, she didn't even notice him approaching, until he was standing right in front of her. Her legs where crossed tightly, both hands stuck between them. He could see her thighs trembling through the skirt. She looked up to him when the sound of his steps had finally found a way into her conscious mind. “Uh-oh.”
“Aw, you poor thing. Are the 40 hours really that hard on you?” Angela very carefully uncrossed her legs. She couldn't stop herself from wriggling around in the chair. “I... it isn't just that! I brought it all on myself! I'm so greedy.” “What do you mean?”
“Oh, if it was just the bonus... I tried exploiting the pay scale, but I think it backfired. They offer so many incentives to hold it longer and drink more. I took a twenty percent fluid increase for a fifteen percent raise last month. I have been struggling with 24 hours ever since. I was barely even comfortable with holding it for a day before. And now I'm trying to get the damn bonus. I need the money, god damn it.”
“Oh, that's tough.” The sympathy in his voice was entirely fake, but she didn't notice. “Will you be okay?” “I will make it. I cannot lose this job. I have to make it. Just eight more hours and... oh fuck...” She bent forward, digging both hands into her privates to fight off a powerful wave.
Archibald smiled. “I wish you the best of luck, Angela. I need to get going. Stay strong, I have faith in you.”
As soon as the elevator doors had closed behind him, he took out his phone to compose a message. 'Hello John. Angela might not be as well-behaved as you think she is. She was visibly fidgeting and crossing her legs when I left. She even used her hands to hold, right in front of me. Maybe she needs a disciplinary liter or two, to teach her some manners. Archie.'
Archibald set down his cup on Richard's kitchen table. “As fun as reminiscing about old times is, I came here for a reason. Official business, so to speak.” “That's what I feared. What is this about?”
“Your parolee, Jane Elvey.” “What about her?” “Well, what do your think about her progress?”
“That's all in the report. She's a shining example of discipline and resolve. Archie, cut to the chase, you are not here to have me explain all this Bobbe Myseh again. I submitted a report.” “Two, actually. The issue is that the court does not quite follow your reasoning.” “That would be a first.”
Archibald shrugged. “There's a first time for everything. A few things don't quite work out. First of all, what's that with her not needing supervision to void?” “She doesn't”. “Really, after you suggested being extraordinarily lenient with her regarding her schedule and intake, you want to leave her to her own devices for urination as well? Who is going to track her progress? And why do your documents not reference each other correctly?” “She is trustworthy enough to not need surveillance. And for the reports...I simply must have forgotten to tick the appropriate boxes.” “'Forgotten', you? The most anal human being in existence.” “Archie, damn it, what is it you want?”
“Are you having sexual relations with her.” He looked annoyed. “Why exactly should I tell you about my love life?”
“Dick, please. This is a continence investigation. Cooperate.” Richard crossed his arms. “Fine. If that's how you're going to be. I thought we had spent enough time on the job together to at least develop a decent respect for each other. I don't want to say 'friendship', but...”
“You are trying to distract from the topic. Which is suspicious on its own. Are you sleeping with her?”
“If you wanna know it, I fuck the living daylights out of her on a regular basis. Last week, I screwed her silly on this very table. What's it to you?” Archie looked down at the tabletop, where his hands had been seconds ago, hoping Richard used a good general-purpose cleaning product.
“The court suspects that maybe you are not keeping the necessary emotional distance for a proper evaluation. That you have taken a liking.”
Richard went pale, except for his ears, which were now beet red. “Nonsense! I tell you, that's just not true. I just like to shtup her from time to time.”
Archibald sighed. “You've always been a lousy liar. First of all, your ears turn red. And the more uncomfortable you feel about something, the more Yiddish phrases sneak into your language.” “Dreck!” “Thus proving my point.” “Proof is exactly what you don't have.”
Archibald took an official-looking envelope from his briefcase and threw it across the table at Richard. “Be that as it may, we are going to re-evaluate your little plaything. She has been temporarily assigned to me. Your powers over her have been suspended for the time being. You'll find all necessary documentation in here. Don't worry, if we find everything in order, you'll get her back.” He rose from his chair. “Have a nice day.”
Jane jogged down the winding southern part of the trail, and left the path just after the bridge, jumping down into the dry part of the riverbed, navigating the rocks that were scattered on the sandy ground. Careful not to lose footing, but still fast-paced. Despite the thunderstorm this morning, the stream was small enough to jump across. She landed on the other side, taking a second to balance out her body. The gurgling and splashing sound of the water caused her bladder to pulse and contract. She tried to ignore it, and made her way up the river bank, taking care to chose a path that wasn't covered in ankle-deep mud. She worked her way through the knee-high brush and back onto the beaten path, this time at the opposite river shore. The trail followed the waterline for a few hundred meters, before it meandered into the woods. After about a kilometer, she was back on the graveled parking lot the park administration had set up, starting point of no less than four nature trails. She stabilized herself against the side of her car as she started to stretch. She was sweating like a pig under her thick winter jacket, but that was purely intentional. She was trying to remove as much fluid from her system as she could. Her heart was barely beating faster than it would have after running up a few flights of stairs, and her breath was still deep, controlled and relatively calm. Entirely satisfied with her physical fitness, she felt in ideal shape to register for a cross-country run or two. Maybe her cardio workouts weren't as intense as they had been in her marathon days, but then again, one could hardly call her condition back then 'healthy'. She had been severely underweight, and her joints had been killing her. No, her body was fine the way it was now. Which was apparently also what the guy who had been following her since kilometer two had thought. She had not turned back to look at him too much, but she just knew that his eyes had been glued to her butt, clad in thin, stretchy fabric, swinging from side to side. The man had annoyed her, but even after she had sped up a little, he had stayed a few meters behind her, panting and wheezing, but not losing ground. You had to give him that, he was anything if not persistent. She had finally been able to lose him with her detour through the riverbed.
After she had finished stretching out her muscles, she unlocked the trunk to take out two regulation water bottles. She already had woken her phone and was ready to make the call, when she remembered to take off her jacket. Being seen wearing it could spell trouble. It wouldn't be to hard to figure out the truth, that she was working out in clothing far to warm for this time of year, just to sweat out a few additional milliliters of liquid. A modification or her behavior to alleviate the struggle of her hold. A serious offense, especially for a convicted criminal like her. She really didn't need to face this accusation right now. Without the jacket, her drenched shirt stuck to her skin, exposing her nipples and the outline of her breast. 'Well', she thought, 'at least now it makes for a sexy show for Richard'.
Her bladder master didn't answer his phone. The video call went straight to the mailbox. That wasn't unusual, Richard was self-employed and chronically short on time. She carefully held her phone at arm's length, making sure to keep her entire head and upper body in frame, documenting how she drank every last drop from both bottles. Her lazy scan of just the cup at the café the other day, without any video evidence of her actually drinking the coffee, had gotten her a warning from Richard. He was letting her get away with a lot of things lately, up to fidgeting in public, but improper adherence to the hydration regime was something else entirely. She didn't intent to ruin everything at the very last moment, being so close to achieving her goal. She swallowed the last mouthful of water from bottle number two, presented both empty containers to the camera, and ended the call.
When she swung herself into the driver's seat, the reinforced waistband dug into her, making her wince. Her tight pants were fitting a lot more snugly around her bladder than they did two days ago. It was bearable, but far from pleasant.
On the upside, when her rear touched the seat, she felt a slight sting where Richard's hand had met her buttocks. They were probably still a little red under the fabric, which excited her sexually quite a bit. Maybe she could get him to spank her more often. Was he into that at all? Even if he wasn't, he would probably go along with it, just to see her get off. But maybe it would be even more enjoyable to make him think it was his own idea, instead of just asking for it? She had originally started sleeping with Richard for purely utilitarian reasons, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it, right? Physical pleasure was a nice extra she got out of him, so why not get him to satisfy her kink as an additional bonus?
Karen had certainly never objected. But you could not call what they had done to each other 'spanking', exactly. They had positively beaten each other up. There had been relatively little play in their play fights in the bedroom. Karen, significantly outweighing Jane, and with a lot more upper body strength, had usually won, and was the one to wrestle her opponent slash lover into submission, throw her onto the bed, and peel her out of her clothes. Usually, but not exclusively. Jane had fought dirty. Angry, boob-grabbing, hair-pulling, ass-slapping, neck-biting sex. All teeth, and knees, and elbows, and fingernails. Either woman had been required to explain nicks and bruises to her family at some point. 'Yes my girlfriend roughs me up from time to time, no it is not domestic abuse, yes it is perfectly consensual, I'd rather not go into details about my love live, please stop asking, Dad.' It had been awkward, to say the least. But recalling how wild and passionate their relationship had been, still got Jane's engine roaring. This one time, when they had returned from a cycling tour, they had started to make out in the elevator. No, not 'make out', they had been all over each other, and then...
The shirt wasn't the only moist piece of clothing sticking to parts of her anatomy anymore. 'Damn it girl', she thought, 'cut it out, or you'll end up masturbating yourself stupid in a parking lot. Go home first, skank!'
Jane managed to get the car all the way back down the dirt road, onto the highway, through the western part of the ringway, and into the designated parking spot in front of her apartment, before her hands wandered down into her neither regions. She had a very active libido. The combination of her full, pulsating bladder, burning bottom, physical exercise, and reminiscing about steaming hot sex with her ex, was driving her crazy. The running tights were thin enough to stimulate herself through them. The temptation was almost too much to resist. She gave herself a quick squeeze, and a gentle rub. Just one or two circular motions on her clitoris, nice and slow, careful not to get the nerves down there too exited. She wanted to save the climax for the total privacy of her bedroom. It was promising to become a major one. More than two days worth of urine were safely stored in her distended bladder, something that would have driven her mad with desperation just a few years ago. But these days, this was hardly even a challenge. She felt perfectly confident in holding it through the orgasm that was building in her. Her legs were weak and her muscles hard to control when she made her way to her door. She was used to the feeling, but usually it had a different reason.
She was able to put it off for even longer. First she cleaned herself up as good as she could, rinsed her feet, gave her upper body a sponge bath washed her hair over the bathtub. Then she threw on a fresh shirt. This was as clean as she would get, as long as she was locked inside of a pair of pants with a moisture sensor. She came back to the living room, barefooted, full with anticipation, to find the alert light on her phone blinking slowly. She thought about doing the deed first, checking the notifications later. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she picked up the device.
Two new messages. 'Inspection & urination at...' Just an automated reminder from the Continence Board, like hundreds before. Annoying. How on earth could she not remember? She really ought to set up a filter. Then again, she wouldn't need to, as this was probably the last time she would be called to Richard's place to pee. It couldn't be long before her papers cleared and she was finally allowed to pi.ss at home again.
The second one was sent from Richard's private phone, not his official number. Unusual.'Hey Babygirl. I don't know what plans they have for you. Please comply and stay strong. I know you can do it. I love you. Richard.'
This confused her to no end. She opened the first message again, reading what she had just glanced over before. The address was not what she was used to. Not Richard's house, a completely different part of town. Her arousal had bubbled away, replaced with a deep worry. 'Damn it!' she thought. 'That can't be good.'
The small apartment block was in a completely nondescript outer part of town, at the transition between middle-class picket fences and densely packed inner city habitation. The third floor door didn't have a name on it, the apartment could only be found by its four-digit number. Archibald waited for the bell to sound for the third time before he opened.
He was facing a brunette in tight sport leggings and a red t-shirt. A tasty little tart. Not particularly feminine, more the sporty type, but young and skinny enough. Not really his cup of tea, but he knew some men went after girls like her.
“Bad Girl Jane Elvey reporting for inspection, sir.” Nice and polite. A good start.
He nodded. “I'm Bladder Master Archibald Bennett, Special Investigator of the Court of Urinary Affairs. You will continue to call me 'Sir'. Come in.” He closed the door behind her. They were standing in the living room of a perfectly ordinary city flat, right out of the middle section of a Scandinavian furniture store catalog. Boring and unremarkable. Jane was a very acute observer. The books on the shelves were a standard collection, and the photos in the generic frames showed at least three different families. A furnished apartment, rented with everything already in it. She doubted anyone lived here. She would bet here left leg that rent for this place would show up on an expense report to the Continence Board in the near future. She chose not to mention it and turned to the more obvious.
“'Special Investigator', sir? May I inquire what became of Richard Bartosz?” “Yes, you may.” Jane raised an eyebrow. She had no intention of playing a game of wits and pedantic language with a man who had absolute authority over a central aspect of her live. At least not without properly gauging him first. She didn't say anything. She knew perfectly well that people who expected a certain question and had already prepared a response, were mentally primed to spit it out, even if the question never came. And sure enough, after about five seconds, Mr. Bennett started talking on his own.
“You have been temporarily assigned to me for evaluation, which means all duties and responsibilities of Mr. Bartosz have been transferred over for the time being. We will get into details later. The inspection comes first.”
The second syllable of 'inspection' had not yet completely left his mouth, when Jane had already assumed the proper position. Bolt upright, arms behind her back, legs shoulder width apart. A shining example of proper discipline and adherence to protocol. He still shook his head.
“This is not going to suffice, Miss Elvey.” “Pardon me?” “I have no way of comparing your posture to earlier inspections and cannot track your progress. You are wearing flat shoes. During earlier inspection sessions with Mr. Bartosz, you wore high heels. Explain that to me.”
Jane was indeed wearing a comfortable pair of sneakers. But how on earth did he know about her heels? “Sir, may I ask...”
“I have all of Mr. Bartosz's files. He really shouldn't have saved private pictures on his work account. High heels, on every single one of them.”
The gears started grinding in Jane's head. Some of the photos Richard had taken of her were rather explicit, and now this man had them. That didn't really bother her. She had slept with someone, even faked an entire relationship, for personal gain. She was long past caring about good taste, or her reputation. And a few raunchy photos could easily be explained away as part of a purely sexual relationship. Something for Richard to look at, to keep fantasizing about her in lonely nights. She worried about something else. If he had the pictures, surely, he also had all the messages Richard had ever sent her in an official capacity. And all her replies. Was there anything incriminating about their content? Most of it was probably rather innocuous. Hydration schedules, times and dates for inspection, documentation of water intake, movement tracking, that sort of stuff. Expected exchanges between a Bladder Master, and his subject. But there were also a few more intimate pieces of communication. Could anything be drawn from that, other than that they were sleeping together? Had he ever called her 'Babygirl' in any of his notes? She was pretty sure that had only ever happened in person. In all other communications, she had been 'Miss Elvey', or 'Jane'. She had never called him anything but 'Sir' in writing. His last message had come from his personal phone, they couldn't find it via his work account. She had deleted it from her own device, and if they had enough on them for a warrant to seize his private property, she wouldn't have this conversation anyway. She was probably fine. But she couldn't be 100% sure. How much she would love to get her hands on those files, just to check if there was anything that could expose her.
The man in front of her was still waiting for an answer regarding her shoes. The question had a very serious background: The core of the regulations was that no allowances should be made to accommodate a growing need to urinate. This meant no changes to behavior and outward appearance, and especially applied to clothing. Forgoing an uncomfortable item of clothing one would have worn otherwise, could be construed as a serious violation.
“I was wearing high heels every time we met, because R... Mr. Bartosz likes them.” That was close. Had he caught her almost saying 'Richard' there? Probably not. Only a small stumble in her voice, barely noticeable.
“You were wearing nice shoes simply as a courtesy?” “Yes. Sir, I'm not what you would call a girly girl. I prefer things to be a little more practical.”
“Is that so? Please take off you shoes.” Jane complied without hesitation. Bending down to undo the laces proved to be an arduous task. Her three-day bladder protested painfully, but her face didn't show it. After a few seconds of fiddling, she slipped out of her shoes and socks and wiggled her toes.
“Get on your tiptoes?” “Excuse me?” “Assume the inspection position and get on your tiptoes, so I have a comparable posture to go by.” She arched her feet and grew a few centimeters. “Sir, please note: This is very straining. I'm not a ballet dancer. If I start to tremble, I assure you, it is not because the state of my bladder, it is just because I have trouble standing still like this.” “Oh, yes, you will have trouble”, he muttered under his breath, but he didn't argue. It was a strenuous position, and no part of the Female Urination Act said a woman couldn't tremble because she holding an unnatural pose.
Jane had also only told have the truth. Sure, she wasn't a professional ballerina. Ballet as an activity was a bit frilly and girly in appearance, not her style, and she had only dabbled in it lightly. But she was an accomplished cross-country runner with very secure footing, and did recognize ballet dancers as among the toughest and most hard-working athletes out there. Like a lot of serious competitors in her sport, she had long since added gymnastics element to her workout. Once you got off paved roads, there was more to it than just cardio. Balancing out her own weight on her outstretched ankles posed no challenge whatsoever. She knew his order had been supposed to be a stress factor, to throw her off guard. But now she had a good defense against accusations of fidgeting. Any slight tremor or other sign of weakness could be explained away. Her muscles and coordination were just not up to the task of going en pointe, easy as that. And he himself had given her this perfect excuse. Wasn't that nice?
He looked somewhat grumpy, probably realizing he had maneuvered himself into a corner, but not willing to compromise his authority by acknowledging it, or by revoking his order.
He began to feel around her legs and crotch. Despite the three days without a pi.ss, Jane's tights were spotless, except for the occasional speck of dirt here or there. She didn't even wince when he pressed on her bladder, to find out how firm it was. Then he produced the key, unlocked the waistband, pulled it forward slightly, and peered into it. The inspection as a whole was a superfluous exercise. How could she be anything but dry?
There was no sexual element to how he ran his hands over her body, just doing his duty. Very unusual. Jane wondered if there had ever been a single bladder master without any active carnal interest in his subject. Well, there was one now. That was unfortunate, as it would make him much harder to manipulate. When he was done with the inspection, the took a step back and nodded. “That's a pass. Stand normally.” Jane breathed a false sigh of relief as she dropped down onto her heels. Convincing? Maybe.
“I assume you are wondering what the sudden replacement of your bladder master is supposed to mean.” She didn't. She had figured out what this was all about by the time he had finished his introduction, but she nodded anyway. Let him talk.
“Mr. Bartosz has made a few unusual suggestions regarding your future schedule and legal status. The court saw it fit to get a second opinion on your parole. You are being re-evaluated, that's all. Now, given your history of undisciplined behavior and repeat offenses against the Continence Mandate, what he suggested is extraordinarily lenient and smells of favoritism. Do you believe you deserve it?”
“Deserve what exactly, sir?” “Don't play games with me, young lady, I know your master went through every single document during the final interview. That's standard procedure.”
'Well Duh! You fucking idiot!', Jane scolded herself. 'Rookie mistake. Focus!'
“Sir, I have worked really hard to get where I am. I'm a very good holder, and I've not lost composure in front of others since my last appearance in court. Yes, I deserve it.”
He shook his head from side to side. “There are some people who would not even have given you this last chance. The terms of your probation are extremely mild. You get to void twice per week. One might argue they should have simply plugged and filled you till you burst.”
Jane closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. She was trying very hard not to get angry. “Sir”, she said with forced calm. “I have proven that I can resist urination long enough to qualify for the biweekly schedule.”
“Well, there are two possible interpretations of the word 'biweekly', aren't there?” She didn't like the implications at all, but thankfully he didn't continue this train of thought.
“You know, Miss Elvey, I have been wondering: Do you and Mr. Bartosz have a sexual relationship?” “I thought that was obvious from the photos, sir.” “Answer the question.” “Yes, we do.”
He twirled his mustache. “And you still maintain that he was objective in your evaluation?” Finally he got to the point! “Yes sir. It's just a little harmless fun between adults.” “I see. We might get back to that.” Oh, of course they would!
Mr. Bennett changed the topic. “We've got five minutes until your break. But we are in a bit of a pickle. I can't seem to find your bathroom pass among Mr. Bartosz' papers. You don't happen to know where he kept it, do you?” What a casually evil question. If she didn't have it on her, there would never be enough time to retrieve it from wherever it was. And if she did have it on her that meant... well, she had no choice but to reveal the truth.
“Yes. I have it.” “That's an unusual choice for a Bladder Master to make. I wonder what got him to trust a criminal with the most important document of all.” He studied her frame, clad in tight fabric head to toe, with no obvious place to keep a piece of plastic the size of a credit card. “Where is it?”
She picked up her left shoe from the floor, lifted the sweat-absorbing insole, and took out the card. “I figured this was a good way not to lose it.” He was taken aback. “Huh. Give it to me.” She did. He warily looked at the pass, sniffed it, and seemed very relived it didn't smell. If Jane had known of this development in advance, she would have made sure not to change her socks for a year.
“Okay, follow me.” Another white-tiled bathroom. The oh-so stylishly rolled little hand towels and rose-scented soap confirmed her suspicion. Yes, this place was definitely pre-furnished.
The view of the toilet sent short little pangs of urgency through Jane's lower body. Not nearly as bad as last time, but then again, it had only been three days. Archibald fed the card into the reader for her. It responded with the familiar 'OUT OF SCHEDULE' series of beeps. Well, it started, but halfway through, the clock turned to 20:00. A loud click, and the lid opened on its own. Finally.
Jane knew what was expected of her. “Sir, it is time for my scheduled toilet break. May I please take this urination?” “Permission denied”.
Jane was disappointed, but less surprised than one might think. “Excuse me?” “I said no.” “But...”
Archibald sighted. “Your files say you have an IQ upwards of 130. I can't believe I have to spell it out for you, but let me put it in a very simple form: Are you allowed to pee without permission?”
“No.” “And have you been granted permission?” “No.” “Then why are we even having this conversation? Stop wasting my time!”
Jane swallowed. “I still need to get cleaned up.” “So you can take a leak in the shower? Forget about it.” “I've been locked in these pants for three days. Improper hygiene is a health hazard, and I...”
“All right, all right, quit your whining.” He rummaged through a cabinet, then threw her a a blue plastic packet. “These should suffice.”
“Wet wipes. Really?” “If you behave like a baby, you're going to get cleaned like one. With your whining about wanting to go potty, I might as well have you put in diapers.” “You know, actually...” “No.”
Jane stopped arguing, pulled down her pants without even wasting a thought to modesty, and very diligently cleaned her thighs, butt and crotch. She used almost the whole package. The last thing she needed was some kind of infection. While she wiped and scrubbed, she got more and more grumpy. Not only was she quickly approaching desperation without having any idea when she would be allowed to pee, no, she also highly doubted the moist towelettes had come with the apartment. This jerk had brought them on purposes. This whole thing was exactly what he had planned in advance, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Archibald chose to interpret the look on her face in a different manner. “Fine. If being able to take a shower means that much to you, I will figure out how we can make allowance for one, without you sneaking in a pi.ss. I don't know why I'm doing this for a morally depraved criminal like you, maybe I'm just a nice guy.”
Jane had an appropriate response at the tip of her tongue, but decided not to push her luck. “Thank you.” “Thank you, what?” “Thank you... sir.” “That's more like it.”
He pulled the card out of the machine and the toilet closed itself off again. “When you're done, join me in the living room. Nice piercing, by the way.” Jane fought very hard to get the murderous thoughts under control at this point. Maybe if she took a knife from one of the kitchen drawers and drove it between his ribs...
Mr. Assface... er... Bennett... was waiting for her at the living room table, where he had placed a big red plastic suitcase. It was her suitcase! Well, not exactly her property, it was were Richard had kept all her sensor-equipped clothing at his place. Archibald had noticed her surprise. “Oh, yes, I meant to tell you. I've acquired the clothing Mr. Bartosz was storing for you. Just to make things a little less complicated.” He dug through the container until he had found a pair of black jeans, a belt already threaded through the loops. He threw it at Jane. Him hurling objects in her general direction was becoming a theme, apparently. “Put these on."
Jane tried. The denim slid over her legs easily enough, but then the fight with the button started. There was almost five centimeters between the brass knob and the hole on the other side. How was that even possible? It shouldn't be hard to close these pants, these were her jeans, she had worn them a million times, goddamnit! She would chalk it up to the balloon of urine inside of her, but again, it had only been three days.
“Well? Button up the damn thing!” “I... uh, it seems those wont fit me.” Archibald had to suppress a little smirk when putting on his stern voice. “Nonsense. Don't be ridiculous. These are your jeans. Unless you've gotten a few kilos since last week...” “That has literally never been a concern for me!” “Don't interrupt me! So if these don't fit properly, I can only assume you don't have your bulge under control. Now, that would be unfortunate, and would call for some disciplinary fluids, wouldn't it? Maybe after a liter or two, you...”
“No, no!”, Jane interjected, in spite of the warning. “I misspoke, these fit perfectly fine, see?” She pulled in her stomach with all she had, until it was not only flat, but even slightly concave. The button slipped into the hole, the two halves of the buckle connected on their own, clicked loudly, locking the belt in place. It was tighter than she remembered, too. She shuddered, just barely managed not to wince visibly.
Archibald chuckled in sadistic pleasure. The fifty credits of taxpayer money he had spent at the tailor's were absolutely worth it. A shame they couldn't take it in more than a few centimeters without the whole thing getting obvious. Still, she was starting to show nerves. Oh, this would be fun!
Jane was sitting at her desk, working. She carefully checked all parameter for errors before running the script. The vacuum cleaner was getting on her nerves with its insistent whirring, but she shut out the noise and focused on the screen in front of her. Twelve simple but elegant lines of code. Her powerful desktop computer, an almost anachronistic monstrosity, started to tear through approximately a terabyte of numbers, correlating, interpolating, extrapolating, analyzing trends. The algorithm couldn't be found in any commercial software package, or, for that matter, in any textbook. Maybe she would publish a paper someday, but until then, she was making boatloads of money as a consultant. For some of those companies, she was the go-to expert for the statistical interpretation of incomplete data. Quite an achievement for someone who wasn't even 25.
But her career or her bank account weren't really what was on top of her mind right now. She was preoccupied with other thoughts. She hadn't slept well. The jeans and tight belt were uncomfortable, to say the least, and her bladder was starting to give her trouble. She would pass four days without a pi.ss in a couple of hours, the longest she had ever held it for, and a toilet break wasn't even on the horizon. Again, the damn vacuum cleaner. The annoying sound was not lightening her mood. And she had no idea when she would finally get to release all the build-up pressure. She could already picture herself back at Watershed, the hellhole to end all hellholes. The agony would just go on forever and ever, and...
She had it with the damn vacuum! She jumped from her chair, paying no mind to the pain it caused in her bladder, and leaped across the small living room with a single long step. She kicked the machine while she was still in motion, with all the strength of her well-trained legs. The instincts of a fanatical athlete, who had been kicking around balls all her life, set in not a second to late. She would have broken her toes, had she hit it straight on. Instead, muscle memory made her turn her entire lower leg, picking up the robot with the side of her foot and lifting it into the air. It was significantly heavier than a soccer ball, though, so it only flew about two meters, over the coffee table, before it slammed into the side of the sofa and crashed to the ground. It landed on it's wheels, apparently undamaged.
It turned around, pointing its sensors at Jane. The rudimentary artificial intelligence was trying to figure out how it had inconvenienced its human mistress, and how it could avoid doing so in the future. The visual effect was akin to a puppy caught pooping on the carpet.
This just got Jane even more angry, but not at the machine, at herself! Losing her cool, taking out pointless aggression on an inanimate object! How really fucking mature. Since when did she react so emotional to pressure, anyway? What became of her always rational mind? Her foot hurt a little. Good, maybe that would be enough to remind her not to be stupid.
The bell rang just as Jane was finishing her second ration bottle of the day. She wiped her mouth dry and opened, empty container still in hand. “Ah, you are drinking your water like a good girl, I see.” There wasn't any greeting. Archibald Bennett walked in like he owned the place and slammed the door shut behind himself. That was to be expected. What Jane didn't expect, was his next move. He produced a little key and nonchalantly unlocked her belt.
“Pull down your pants.” “All the way?” “If you want to. Or just enough so that I have free access to your bladder, I don't care about the rest of you.” She loosened the waistband and wiggled the jeans down just enough so that her bulge was now completely exposed. Archibald grunted. “Pull it in.”
Jane tried, but to no avail. “Um... I don't think there is any room left in me for it to go.”
“We will see about that later. For know, I just note that you refuse to follow orders.” “I can't!” Archibald shook his head. “You know very well that ability is not a factor. I gave you an order, and you failed to comply. I don't give a damn if it's actually physically possible. The law knows of no such constraints.”
Jane hung her head. She was feeling sad and violated, but there was none of the raging anger that had motivated her to brutalize an innocent robot just hours ago.
Meanwhile, Archibald had taken a gray box, about the size of a book, out of his bag. A portable bladder scanner Jane had encountered a thousand times before. They made intensive use of them at Watershed, to ensure no one voided a single drop without permission. As if that was at all possible. He roughly shoved the cold device against her distended lower midsection. Jane winced and instinctively tried to pull away. “Don't do that again. This is the only warning you will get.” The scanner beeped. Archibald nodded.
“Impressive volume. Okay. Go and take a shower. And don't even think about using the opportunity to pi.ss. I've got a precise reading, down to the milliliter.”
Keeping it in while the warm water flowed down her body was a lot easier than Jane had feared. She had intensive training in this field. Having to hold it through a nice long shower with all the hissing and sensory stimulation was an often-used method of discipline and conditioning at Watershed. Her bladder pulsated and waves of pain streamed through her body. Still, finally getting cleaned up everywhere, not just where there weren't any moisture sensors to set off, was downright pleasant. Oh, Watershed! How happy she was to be here, at home, and no longer locked up in that hellhole. What could Archibald lay on her that could possibly be worse than all the horrible things she had suffered there? Her morale had returned. What a hot shower could do to a human being!
When she returned to the living room, wearing a towel, Archibald had been joined by a short-haired woman around his age. Jane did not approve. “What is this person doing in my apartment?” “This is Dr. Klein. I let her in.”
The small doctor smiled brightly and jovially extended her right hand for Jane to shake. “A pleasure to meet you. I will perform the procedure.” “Uh...” It was obvious, but Jane still had to ask. “What procedure, doctor?”
Klein turned to the man to her left. “You didn't tell her?” “She's a smart girl, she has probably figured it out by now. Isn't that right, Miss Elvey?”
“A permanent sensor, sir?” “Yes.” Jane sighed. “And I presume my consent is not required?” “Precisely. Plus, weren't you the one complaining about not being able to shower? Doctor?”
“If you would just lie down on the couch and expose the area in question, please.” Both the sofa and coffee table had been covered in surgical drapes. As the bladder master helped the doctor into a pair of sterile gloves, she went over a few additional points. “This is not technically an invasive procedure. A sterile field is not even strictly necessary, it just helps with proper attachment and prevents long-term skin irritation. You don't want any dust below this thing.” She raised the transparent but still sealed package. A rectangle the size of a stick of gum, with two long, thin sensor lines on either side. “I will attach the sensor with skin glue. Unlike temporary cyanoacrylate-base liquid bandages you might know from minor procedures, this will permanently affix the base of the device to your dermis. That means it will, in simple terms, melt through the dead cells of your epidermis to directly attach itself to living tissue. Please take off the towel. Oh my.” The physician's eyes got wide. “That is an impressive bulge!”
“Impressive, but highly illegal. I ordered her to pull it in.” “Oh Archie, you are always so strict with your subjects.” “I do what is necessary. Go on.”
The doctor studied Jane's genitals diligently. “Laser hair removal?” “No, just depilatory cream.” “That saves me from having to shave you. Obviously, no hair will grow below or out from under the device. But if you want to grow a little pubic hair to hide it from view, this will not impede it's function. Miss Elvey, this might feel a little cold now.” It did, but it wasn't too bad. Just some regular antiseptic scrub. What followed was some kind of alcoholic skin degreasing solution. Then the package was torn open, and a small tube of yellow goo was applied to a plastic swab.
“Stay very still now. You don't want any of this stuff going anywhere else accidentally.” The actual attachment of the sensor was painless, quick, and unspectacular. The next time Jane glanced down, her pubic mound looked just like what she had seen on Karen a few days earlier. Dr. Klein took off her gloves.
“Done already. Remain still for a minute or two, while the glue sets. The sensor is active and ready to go immediately, and will log into the Continence Board surveillance network wherever it can get a cellular signal. I don't think I need to explain to you what it detects. It is very sensitive, a drop it enough. Do not temper with it either. This will set off the alarm, too. There are no special after-care instructions. The device does not interfere with sexual intercourse. It is water proof down to 50 meters, and resilient against a wide range of temperatures and organic solvents. The battery lasts for approximately seven years, at which point the whole sensor will have to be surgically removed and replaced. That's about it. Any questions?”
“Just one: How is the medical degree working out for you?”
A little over 24 hours later, a throbbing mess was sitting in the back of a bus, on her way across town. Jane didn't trust herself to safely steer even a semi-automated vehicle, so public transport it was. Jane knew she was in trouble. Archibald had summoned her to the apartment again. Five days had passed since she had last emptied her bladder. She hadn't slept at all last night, deep lines had buried themselves into her face. Her bladder had distended to such a ridiculous size, none of her jeans fit anymore. A pair of old stretched-out yoga pants had been the only thing she had been able to squeeze herself into. At least the urine sensor wasn't bothering her. That much was true: the thing was barely even noticeable. The anguish showed on her face, and she walked bent slightly forward. Her feet were tapping on their own. She just hoped no would call the police on her, over the public display of desperation.
She existed the bus at the appropriate station and hobbled the last few hundred meters to the apartment block. She pushed open the front door, shuffled into the hall, and recoiled in horror. The wide metal door held a printed sign: 'ELEVATOR OUT OF ORDER – USE STAIRS'.
Two stories up, four flights of stairs. Jane muttered swearwords through her teeth, and whimpered silently with every step. Her urethra stung, she wanted to cry. She somehow made it up all the way, and just when she was about to knock on the door, she heard a ping behind her. The elevator door slid open, and a woman came out, walked right past Jane, fiddled with her keys for a few seconds, and disappeared into one of the units.
Jane was furious. How on earth could she be so stupid not to even push the damn button to try it? Of course, Mr. Assface was behind it! One page out of a simple office printer, and she had fallen for it like an idiot. Fine. At least she wouldn't give him any satisfaction by acknowledging he'd got her.
She somehow mustered the strength to stand up straight, place her feet a few centimeters apart, and put on a big fake grin before she raised her hand to knock.
His eyes were already analyzing her posture before she had even entered the room. While she was still standing in the hall, he looked up and down the entire length of her body, with a very critical look on his face. It was just now, when contrasted with Archibald's frown, that she realized how much Richard had been smiling at her. “Miss Elvey. How nice you could join me. And still distended far beyond the legal limit, I see. Come in.”
Jane almost instinctively assumed the inspection position, but the man in charge had something different in mind. “That won't be necessary.” The pointed tot the sofa. “Sit down, we need to talk.”
She did. “What do we need to talk about, sir?”
“A few things. First of all, why you think it would be appropriate to cross your legs.” Her legs had firmly twisted themselves into a knot without her even noticing. She very carefully uncrossed them and brought her knees a centimeter apart.
“Very good. This lack of discipline of yours will have consequences. Consider this the second warning. You already got the first one yesterday. Now, for the purpose I ordered you to come here in the first place...”
“A toilet break, sir?” “No. We had this same conversation two days ago. Now shut up about it already!”
Jane gave up all hope. She was absolutely powerless, and knew it. She never stood a chance to win this game in the first place. She was frantic. On the brink of wetting herself.
“Did you manipulate Richard Bartosz into giving you a positive review?” Jane was almost relieved. Two days, and now he finally decided to get to the point! What a stupid, cruel, pointless game. Pure state-sanctioned sadism.
“No. We had a very professional relationship. And we had sex from time to time, just for the fun of it. Nothing else.”
“I see. But did you manipulate Richard Bartosz into giving you a positive review? Look at you, you're swollen like a stratosphere balloon! I told you to pull in your bladder. Last warning. And did you manipulate Richard Bartosz into giving you a positive review?”
Jane didn't even try. She knew her bladder wouldn't be going anywhere.
“Ah... still refusing to follow orders, I see.” He got up and retrieved two ration bottles from the fridge, placing them on the table in front of her. “That's a disciplinary liter, then.”
Tears were running down Jane's face. Her mind was clouded in pain. The whole situation was not conductive to thinking. But she wasn't blind.
“That's two liters.” “Your factor is closer to two than it is to one, isn't it? You've got ten minutes for both of them. While you do so, I want you to ponder the following question: Did you manipulate Richard Bartosz into giving you a positive review? Drink up.”
Jane managed to swallow everything. The fluid was sloshing around in her stomach, but she doubted it would reach her bladder any time soon. No way her kidneys could work quickly against the massive pressure. When she finished the second bottle, she let out a small burp.
Archibald frowned again. “Not exactly very ladylike. And not a valid answer to my question. But I still hope this has taught you a lesson. Now, for the last time: Stop showing off your bladder. Pull it in.” Jane just shock her head.
“Very well then. Stand up.” She somehow did. It was hard, and painful, but she succeeded. Not enough for Archibald, though. “Stand upright, and don't even think about bringing your thighs together. Stay here. I need to get something.” He was gone for less than half a minute, somewhere in the apartment, before he returned with a cardboard box the size of a shoe carton. It was a very long thirty seconds for Jane.
“To the bathroom. Now. Walk. Upright. No hobbling. No holding. Go.”
The toilet came into view, and Jane started sobbing. She wanted to pi.ss so badly, she could taste it.
“Pull down your pants. Good girl. Now watch this.” From the breast pocket of his shirt, he took a crimson red card. He shoved it into the machine, and without protest, not even a single beep, the lid opened. “High-rank privilege card, no limits to urination whatsoever. Million of women desperately want this thing. It is personalized to my name, so don't try any funny business. You butt, down on there, now. And not a single drop, I warn you!”
Jane's behind touched the plastic seat. It felt slightly warm, and comfortable, and ...“Hnnngrh”.
“Speak in complete sentences. Did you manipulate Richard Bartosz into giving you a positive review?” “No... I... please, the pain...” “Spare me the details.”.
A loud, buzzing noise tore through the bathroom. It was emanating from Archibald's phone. He calmly took it out of his pocket and canceled the alarm. The sensor had been triggered. A single drop had slipped out of the pulsating, burning, tormented center of the galaxy that was Jane's urethral opening. It still glistened on her genitals, had not yet fallen down. She gasped. 'BUUUUUUUZ!' Another drop. And another one. Then a small spurt.
“Clamp it! Stop it now, or the rest of your days will be living hell!” And she did! She moaned and cried, but she didn't lose it again. She was fully aware of the dire consequences this could have. Archibald's voice didn't even have a threatening tone. He spoke very matter-of-factly.“I swear to god, if you do that again, I will see to it that you never pi.ss again!”
Archibald disappeared for a few seconds, then returned with a plastic cup, filled it at the sink, and handed it to her. “This is to recuperate your losses. I'm being very lenient. You know I could have you hauled off to Watershed for urination without permission, just for that. But I warn you: The things I can do to you are worse even than Watershed. Do you understand?”
Jane nodded while she drank the water. Her teeth were floating.
“I'm glad we are on the same page. Now, to do something about that unsightly bulge of yours...”
The shoe box held a compression girdle. Of course it did. Archie slid the fabric across her waist, secured the fasteners, and engaged the lock with movements that indicated he had done this a million times before. Then he gripped on tightly to the reins.
“Did you manipulate Richard Bartosz into giving you a positive review? No answer? Suit yourself.” He pulled hard. Everything tightened. The entire universe seemed to shrink, came crushing down on Jane. She yelped, then continued to cry.
“Did you manipulate Richard Bartosz into giving you a positive review?”
Jane was dying. She had never needed it so badly. She had no idea how the pi.ss didn't just spray out of her right there. She begged and she pleaded, without even being aware what she said. In between the words, she whimpered sorrowfully, but he showed no mercy. There was no hope, only boundless agony.
“You know...” a distant voice, through all the suffering, “I don't see the 'remarkably composed and continent' in you.” She slowly raised her head, looked in his general direction, barely able to make out his outline in the sea of tears. “That's how Richard described you in his reports. Verbatim. I cannot see much of this supposed strength now.”
“I... please...”
“Did you manipulate Richard Bartosz into giving you a positive review?”
“No.”
“Really? Did you manipulate Richard Bartosz into giving you a positive review?”
“No.”
“Did you manipulate Richard Bartosz into giving you a positive review?”
“I told you, no!”
“Uh-hu. This is not quite closed yet...” He pulled again.
All legal and ethical concerns aside, torture is not a reliable way of extracting information. It almost never works to acquire knowledge. The signal-to-noise ratio of any statement obtained, is disastrous. Torture is, however, quite an effective means of control. If the goal is to force a confession, and the question of whether it's actually true is insignificant, it is the tool of choice for those with unchecked power and zero accountability.
“Did you manipulate Richard Bartosz into giving you a positive review?”
“Yes! God...” “Go on.” “He fell for me. He was in love. I... I'm going to burst!“ “That should be enough.”
With a loud pop, the girdle slacked. The pressure around her middle dropped to almost nothing.
Jane whimpered loudly. Archibald wasn't faced by that. “Say it!” “Say what?” “Girl, if you don't want to ask the question, I can't help you.”
'Ask the question?' Jane took a few more seconds to understand. All she could think of was her burning desire for a good hard pi.ss. Then the realization sunk in. Of course. The question.
“Sir, may I please take this urination?” “Yes.”
Jane exploded. A gallon of pi.ss erupted from her pee hole. Her body went completely limp. As the stream gushed out of her, her tears ran dry. She still wanted to cry, but there was nothing left. Pi.ssing felt good, but there was no sexual enjoyment in it, like she had experienced so many times before. There was only defeat. Defeat and the complete loss of all dignity and control. She was doomed.
Epilogue
Jane had pushed her luck, and lost everything. To her great surprise, she didn't find herself back at Watershed. But once Archibald had submitted his report, the court found against her.
The general conditions didn't change that much. She was still stuck in Urination Permit Class VI. Only that now, with another severe violation added to her record, there was no chance of ever getting out of there. The board decided to adjust her factor to the permissible maximum of 2, increasing her mandatory fluids to twice that of a woman of good standing.
But the real punishment was the replacement of her bladder master. The temporary arrangement became permanent. Archibald took complete control of her.
Jane's life got a lot less comfortable from now on. It wasn't only the higher fluid intake, or the times between her pee breaks, which seemed to get longer and longer.
All rules were brutally enforced. Archibald was a lot less lenient than Richard had been. And he couldn't be guilt-tripped, seduced, threatened, blackmailed, or bribed. All of this, she considered, and most of it, she tried. He was aware of her manipulative exploits, her intelligence, and her willingness to bend the rules. And he had no sexual interest in her whatsoever, past the obvious enjoyment he got from controlling her bladder.
Her new master was quick to dish out punishments for loss of composure, and very liberal in his use of forfeiture of toilet breaks. Disciplinary liters mounted, the girdle became a regular companion, and it became quite normal for a week to pass between her visits to the powder room. Sometimes she daydreamed about the relaxed twice-per-week schedule she was once allowed to attend.
Richard tried to contact her a few times. She deleted his messages, blocked his calls, and the one time he appeared on her doorstep, she didn't open. He stopped after a month. Maybe he had realized that he had just been a pawn in her game. She felt a little sorry for him. Hopefully, he wasn't beating himself up too much over it. In a way, they both were victims of the system.
Edited May 1, 2017 by randomkath
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It was the last period of the day, and you were starting to regret your decision to hold it. As the day wore on, your need had been getting more and more urgent. You hadn't been able to find the time to go to the bathroom between classes, and your school had a strict policy on not allowing students to use the bathroom during periods no matter what. By now, though, you were already fairly desperate. You'd finished your third bottle of water already, and you were really feeling the 48oz of water filling up your bladder. Add that to the fact that you hadn't peed since last night, and it was pretty impressive that you weren't more desperate.
But you were in math class, your favorite. So you let yourself get lost in the numbers, and you soon forgot about your need to pee. When the bell rang, you stayed behind for a couple minutes to talk to your teacher, telling yourself that you'd use the bathroom right after a quick chat. But still distracted by the calculations you were doing in your head, you didn't realize how fast time was going by until your teacher stopped your conversation to let you know that if you didn't hurry, you'd miss your bus.
You looked at the clock on the wall and dread coursed through your veins as you realized that if you didn't get to the bus, now, it would leave without you. And you couldn't let that happen.
You thought about your urge to use the washroom, weighed it against parents who'd definitely be mad if they had to leave in the middle of work to pick you up from school. You knew your bus ride would only take about fifteen minutes, as you were the second stop. Besides, you didn't have to go that bad.
You quickly made your decision -- you'd hold it the extra fifteen minutes and head straight to the bathroom when you got home. It was a pretty easy choice to make logically, but you could feel your bladder rebelling when you sprinted down to the bus and got in an aisle seat with only thirty seconds to spare.
The bus started to move, and immediately hit a bump, jostling your bladder. It wasn't something you'd notice any other day, but that day, it seemed like your bus was making an effort to jostle you as much as possible. You pressed your thighs together and searched for something to think about other than how much longer it'd be until the bus reached your stop or your impending need to find a bathroom. Sitting down really wasn't helping your cause, especially in the aisle seat where you had to brace your feet against the floor to avoid falling off the seat, and the running you'd done hadn't been a great idea either. You started to wonder if it had been a mistake to board the loud, smelly bus you were sitting on.
Eventually, you managed to distract yourself with mathematical equations and problems in your head. Eight minutes flew by -- and then the bus ran into a problem.
Literally.
Your bus had been going along pretty smoothly, when suddenly, a black sports car ran a red light -- right in front of the bus full of kids. Your bus driver had to slam on the brakes, and you felt it as a sharp stab to your bladder. You could almost feel the liquid sloshing around, and -- you couldn't help it, it was too much to bear -- your hands shot to your crotch for a second.
Cheeks burning, you quickly removed your hands and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Fortunately, no one had. Besides, it had only been for a second. You were sure that if you hadn't held yourself, you would have leaked.
Still, that jolt had taken its toll, and you had to cross your legs and lean forward a little before you could recover.
By that time, however, you'd started to realize that something was quite definitely wrong. Your bus hadn't started moving again, and kids were yelling and even starting to get out of their seats and walk up to the front. You turned to the person sitting next to you and, eyes darting around nervously, asked if he knew what was going on.
An oddly familiar voice responded, "I think that when our driver hit the brakes too hard, it broke something and now it can't move anymore. We have to wait for a substitute bus to come, and then we have to wait even longer for the police to come and clear up the legal issues with that black car cutting us off."
In a panic, you demanded in a more angry tone than you'd intended, "Do you know how long it will take?"
"I'm not sure. Hours, maybe."
Hours?!
You bit down on the inside of your cheek. You didn't think you could hold it that long. You crossed and uncrossed your legs, fidgeted, and wiggled your butt. Of course, the boy with the familiar voice, who you hadn't looked at yet, noticed, and asked you what was wrong.
You gave a little start. You had to think of a lie, and fast. "Uh... I... I'm just... my jeans are too tight. That's all." It's not really a lie, you tried to convince yourself. After all, your jeans were too tight. And that was not helping your bladder at all.
In an attempt to convince him of what you were saying, you raised your eyes to his and finally looked at him. But when you realized who you were sitting next to, you very nearly wet yourself in front of him, right then and there, out of surprise.
You very nearly wet yourself in front of Adam. The cute boy who you had the world's biggest crush on.
Crud.
Edited April 3, 2017 by Twist&Shout
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Hey all, this is two stories, interconnected. First is a total fiction from the perspective of a female graduate student teaching assistant. No messing for the first one. I was inspired, for some reason, to write today and wrote this stream of consciousness, and I get a little too in the weeds in "grading" but uuhh... fuck it. It is what it is. I worked in helping people with their papers in college, so I got a little carried away, I guess. Second one is also a total fiction and is about two students.
"Almost done with class," I thought.
Morning coffee, iced tea, and over four hours straight in class and I was bursting. A coffee, I understand. Why did I also drink tea? Why didn't I step out of the classroom? Oh yeah, because I'm the teacher.
All 15 students were sitting in a circle discussing the latest readings, and I don't know if that was a good thing for me or not. On one hand, I wasn't as conspicuous and my foot fidgeting could be construed as excess energy. On the other hand, being up at the chalkboard moving around could take my mind off things. Whatever, there was 15 minutes left, surely I could hold out that long.
The students, thankfully were in an animated discussion about the finer points of... uuuhh... something. It's not like graduate students do the readings, either. I couldn't focus on what they were saying; I could barely breathe. I hadn't been this desperate since... since I was in 3rd grade. That ended with me peeing my pants in church all over the pew. God, that was embarrassing.
I crossed my leg tightly. I grimaced at my tight black jeans - they dug into my bladder hard. I don't think when they designed fashion to objectify women, they thought me peeing my pants would be the outcome. Well, at least they're black, if I lose a little it likely won't be noticeable. Fuck. Am I so desperate that was a reasonable thought? It honestly felt like my lower body was going numb. If I peed right now, would I even notice? And then it hit - the first spurt. Oh, I sure did notice. I gasped softly and leaned forward slightly. I could tell the students to the left and right of me glanced over, and I felt my ears burning red. Oh god, did they suspect?
The conversation was coming to a close on its own, fortunately. I didn't have any impact on it and I'm their teacher. Oh well, priorities. I looked at the clock and saw there was technically ten minutes left. Fuck it, class is ending now. "Alright, great discussion, I'm glad everyone was super engaged with the readings. I don't think there's anything else to cover, so unless there are questions..." (there never are) "I'll see you all next week where we'll just review for the midterm."
Everyone packed up and I continued to sit, frozen with my legs crossed. There was no way I was getting up until I knew the damage. Everyone slowly filed out as I brought all my materials (essentially, a notebook, some pieces of paper with my lesson plan, and a pen) together to get ready to leave.
One student wasn't leaving though. Selene. Damn. I forced a smile. "What's up?"
"I was wondering if we could go over my paper before I turned it in because I'm gonna miss tomorrow's lecture for a swim meet."
Oh, yes. Selene was on the University's swim team. I didn't envy her schedule. I did envy her athletic body, her upper half hidden in a hoodie but her bottom half showing off through her black leggings. I certainly had a butt that turned heads (something I had to be careful about around male students!), but it had been years since I had been able to work out regularly. I also envied her ability to pee while doing her job in the pool... I grimaced. "Sorry, I know it's about to be my office hours, but could we check in later today?"
She responded, "I have class in twenty minutes, could we just quickly go over it now?"
I had to be a teacher for just ten or fifteen more minutes. I could do that, right? It's my responsibility. "Sure. Let's head to my office since this classroom has another class in it later."
I resigned myself to getting out of my chair, but fortunately the black pants seemed to pay off. In fact, it was a small enough spurt I'm not sure it even got on my pants. Standing, though, redoubled my desperation. I was subconsciously grinding my teeth, I had to go so bad, but I powered through and began walking to the office.
We fortunately made the two flight trek downstairs without incident. However, another spurt hit as I unlocked the door. There was nothing I could do except hope it wasn't noticeable, and I let Selene in and sat at my desk. I was grateful that none of my officemates were in. Why, in case I was going to have an accident? That wasn't going to happen! I'm an adult, an educator. Then again, I was sort of already having an accident, I guess.
Selene pulled up a chair next to my desk, facing me. She immediately crossed her legs, as well, and a vague thought crossed my mind - that is, before yet another spurt. I had long since spurned my Catholic upbringing, but praying to God seemed like a good idea at this point. She handed me her rough draft and I quickly skimmed through it as best I could. I wrote some grammatical edits as I went. The task of being forced to read took my mind off things, which was good. The paper was honestly pretty cool. Our class was an obscure cross-listed sociology/history class on athletics in the United States (hence the significant number of athlete students). Since it was Black History Month, we were reading about pioneer black American athletes, like Jackie Robinson or John Carlos. Selene wrote a paper about the history of black women in swimming and she discussed the history of underrepresentation of black Americans in swimming and highlighted Simone Manuel as the first African American woman to win an Olympic gold. I was so engrossed, in fact, that another spurt occurred... this one wasn't like the last ones. The last ones were like for a literal moment, milliseconds (and hopefully milliliters). This one was for two whole seconds. That doesn't sound long... except when you're peeing your pants. I knew my underwear had no chance (black boyshorts, by the way - gotta keep it conservative when I teach so I don't accidentally flash my students my underwear). It was going to soak my jeans. I was afraid it might have been audible. I looked up and saw Selene was in her own world. Her legs were crossed, too, and she was rocking back and forth, staring blankly at her knees, clad in black leggings. Honestly, it looked like she had to go almost as badly as me.
I took the opportunity to glance down. Sitting with my legs crossed, I saw nothing. I definitely felt wet (and the wetness was rapidly cooling!) between my legs, though. It didn't feel like it was down to my butt... yet...
"Hey, Selene, so I think this is a strong paper and you picked a really interesting topic."
She jerked her head up to attention. I continued, "I made some minor grammatical fixes, but I think the way you organized the speech was totally clear and easy to follow. I especially like using Simone's life as a personal case to contrast to the history." God, it was weird to try to act professional as you were about to do the most childish thing possible. Honestly, I couldn't tell if I was slowly peeing as I was talking or not. "You do a good job dispelling the racist myths of why black people don't go into swimming professionally and you talk about underrepresentation of famous figures and Simone potentially changing that, like Serena and Venus for tennis, but I think you could delve in more to this point about lack of black access to swim teams due to financial barriers."
Fuck, I definitely just peed a bit more. Maybe another two or three seconds? It was definitely on my butt. It was probably on my seat, which was at least cushioned so it soaked it up instead of rolling off. I was safe from Selene, at least - after... well, I'll figure that out then. She didn't look like she was paying that much attention, frankly, which I was relieved about but also annoyed by. Why the hell had she asked to meet if she was just going to zone out? So I would pee my pants? Ugh, I guess I'll be the responsible teacher. I quickly wrote on the sheet, "Expand on financial barriers to swimming."
I handed it back to her, spurting as I did so and pretending everything was fine. "Otherwise, it looks solid. Don't worry about the lecture, I can send you slides..." I trailed off as I saw her immediately shoot her hand down to her crotch. She bent over and breathlessly said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I just really have to pee and was hoping to be able to meet with you before I had to go to my next class so I wouldn't be late."
Watching her desperation was too much for me. I started peeing in earnest. I just sat there, cross-legged, and peed, frozen in shock. It started with a two second spurt as she apologized. It then became a slow and steady stream that picked up steam. I wordlessly opened my mouth to respond, but had nothing to say. I just looked down and saw piss pool between my legs. I did my best to squeeze shut, but all I did was slow it down for a second. I looked up and she STILL hadn't noticed. She was going on. "I'll just quickly stop by the bathroom and be right back, I'm so sorry!"
She stood up, hand still in her crotch, legs still crossed. When she stood up, I saw a wet spot the size of a dollar bill on the seat. I strangely wondered if it was all in one go or over time. As she stood up, I saw she could finally see my piss. She was shocked and stood there, mouth agape, staring at the piss pool before eventually reaching my knees and flowing down my legs and onto the floor. It overflowed the chair, too, and leaked out of the cushion in all directions. It was a mess, and I was mortified. Selene, however, turned bright pink as well. I looked down to see a rush of urine cascade down her black leggings, glistening its way from her crotch down to her knees... then eventually her shoes. Her hand was still in her crotch, now wet with her own piss. We were both silent in our shock and disgrace, and I could hear both her and my piss hiss its way out of our bodies.
She finished peeing before I did. Or maybe she actually succeeded in stopping. I long since gave up. It was the longest, most awkward pause of my whole life. She uncrossed her legs and stood sheepishly, looking down at herself. When I was done, I cleared my throat. "Maybe next time you tell me if you have to pee so we can both pee beforehand."
It wasn't funny, but the situation was so absurd we both just started laughing. She tried to get this done as soon as possible so she could go pee, I wanted it to not happen so I could pee. If only one of us had said, "Just gimme a sec and let me pee" we both would have peed and the dumbest, most embarrassing moment of my life (and probably hers!) wouldn't have happened. God, what a shitty day - wait, I take that back, I certainly don't want THAT to happen.
She took off her hoodie, a white tank top underneath, and tied it around her waist. "How obvious is it?"
"Uuh... pretty obvious. You probably want to skip your next class. Don't tell anyone your teacher said so."
"Also don't tell anyone their teacher peed their pants?"
"Only if you want me to tell the world our revered campus swimmer peed hers."
"We pee in the pool all the time, honestly, I'm afraid I'll forget I'm not in the pool and just piss where I'm sitting."
"A little late for that, don't you think?"
There was a pause before we chuckled again. She said, "Well, I guess I'll figure something out... maybe try the hand dryers in the bathroom..."
We said our goodbyes and I called my boyfriend, Sam. "Hey, uuh, Sam? How quickly can you get to my office? And do you have a change of pants? Yeah, it's quite the story..."
Well, we'd always wanted to have sex in my office... at this point, I'd gladly do it to thank him for bringing me pants, but it's a real question on whether he'd want to in this state.
BONUS STORY!!! MESSING WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I dunno, I was just feeling it.
Grace and Emma walked out of class. Grace, a tall, brown-haired woman clad in a short dress down to above her knees, whispered to her friend. "I think our teacher had to pee..."
Emma, who was equally tall, but skinnier (and envious of Grace's ass) and blonde was in gray yoga pants and a white top with a frill. She whispered back, "I do too, I'm gonna pee my pants if we don't get to a bathroom ASAP."
Grace giggled. "I have to pee too. The bathroom's right by the front door."
They walked in to see both stalls taken and a line. Emma groaned. "Ugh, let's find a new one."
They exited the building and entered the one next door, the Chemistry building. Emma scanned the place. "Do you know where the bathrooms are? I've never been in here."
Grace shrugged. "I haven't, either. It can't be that hard to find, plenty of people have class in this building."
They wandered the halls, but for some reason a bathroom eluded them. Emma put her hand on Grace's shoulder. "Grace. Listen. If we don't find a bathroom in the next five minutes, I'm not just gonna piss myself. I'm gonna shit myself. It's gonna be the worst."
Grace had to poop, too, to be honest, but never had the brazenness that Emma did. "Well, let's check the second floor, then, I'm not going to a new building!"
They wandered the second floor. They found a bathroom, but of course it was out of order. Emma groaned. "HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?"
This was beyond amusing to Grace, and she just stayed silent. A fart caught her attention, though. Emma was bright red. "My bad. Let's get out of here before someone smells us."
They ran to the third floor, Grace leaving some silent farts of her own. Her butt was tightly clenched, her muscles visibly tense through her yoga pants. Emma came to a halt. "Hold up, I'm about to piss myself here." Emma crossed her legs and bent over, clearly fighting her hardest. Grace, too, was struggling, though she tried to hide it. Emma looked up. "Oh my god, Grace, I think I pissed myself a little." She looked around, saw the hallway was empty, and lifted her dress. Grace exclaimed, "We're in public, don't show me!"
It was too late, and on Emma's bright red thong was a darker splotch. A line ran down her upper leg and was lost around her knee, as well. Grace followed up, "Well, let's find a bathroom, fast!"
They power walked as best they could onward. Emma whispered, "I'm fucking peeing as we're walking." Grace couldn't help but glance over and see trickles running down Emma's legs.
Finally, at the end of the third floor, they saw a bathroom sign. It was a unisex one, but a bathroom nonetheless. They both started running to get there. Grace felt a spurt, but she didn't care - she was so close to salvation. When they got to the door, Emma swung it open and saw there was one toilet. They looked at each other. At that pause, Grace heard another fart from Emma. Emma turned bright red. That fart was definitely wet and stained her thong. "Listen, I'm already pissing myself and there was definitely something more to that fart. Just let me go and I won't even wipe, you can go right after."
Grace really, really wanted to go, and the wet spot clung tightly to her crotch. She was caught in a moment of indecision. Emma farted again, while a small nugget of poop shot out and was caught by her thong. She muttered, "Fuck it" and strode to the toilet, lifted her dress, and sat down. Grace hurriedly entered and closed and locked the door. Emma wasn't even bothering to take off her underwear, and a steady stream could be heard. Emma was pooping her thong as she sat, as well, and bigger splashes indicated that. Her thong was just pushed aside easily as a log flowed out, followed by two more. Grace stood in front of Emma and crossed her legs tightly. However, it was to no avail listening to Emma's relief. Piss spurted out of her, first for a couple seconds, then for five seconds. The wet spot grew until it was down to her mid-thighs. Emma looked up and said, shocked, "Are you pissing yourself?"
Grace hung her head in shame as the rest of the piss came pouring out. Emma cried out, "Oh my god, just hold on, I'm almost done." Unbeknownst to Emma, Grace was also pooping herself. Her buttcheeks unclenched just slightly and a small point pushed out her yoga pants. It pushed out and out and curled up, creating a growing bulge behind. Fortunately, Emma's peeing and pooping masked the smell and covered up the sound of crackling. Emma was finished and stood up. "Yo, take the toilet!"
It was too late. Grace was finished. Behind her was a bulge the size of an orange, while urine glistened on her legs down to her feet, her shoes surrounded by a puddle. Grace backed up til her butt touched the wall. "It's too late... God this is embarrassing."
Emma stared for a second, then jumped into action. "You stay here. I'll go grab you a new pair of pants. No one can tell what I did with this dress."
Grace nodded her head. "Thanks, Emma."
"Don't thank me, I'm the reason you got screwed."
Emma dried off her legs and walked out of the bathroom. She thought she could still smell the faint trace of piss and poop on her, but she kept moving quickly all the way to her dorm.
Grace, however, had a more complicated clean-up. Fortunately, she got away with it, she thought. She peeled off her yoga pants and dumped the content into the toilet before pulling out a large wad of toilet paper. |
So I love writing, and I love Omo, but I've never tried writing Omo before. So, I figured, why not start with a short story about a game I frigging love, and see how people like it?
If it turns out people like this, I do have some ideas for future installments. Let me know what you guys think.
Warning: Messing, and it is described in good detail. If this story turns out popular, and people would prefer it without messing, future installments may or may not have it. Also fear wetting/messing. No one gets seriously injured or dies, but they do get pretty scared.
Anyway, hope you like it.
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Widowmaker stood perched on a secluded rooftop, overlooking a narrow street below. King's Row at night was mercifully dark, and even her rather conspicuous costume was difficult to see to any observer. She felt something inside her... Happiness. Nostalgia. Even as dead as these emotions were to her, they were still there, and yes, she was happy to return to the site of one of her finest kills.
Something else stirred within her, however: a rather pressing need for the restroom. Snipers are required to perch for long hours, without distraction. Even looking away for a couple of minutes could allow your target to escape. Mercifully, her ability to feel shame was even more muted than her ability to feel joy. She'd encountered this problem many times before, and would encounter it again. She spread her legs slightly, and prepared to solve the dilemma the same way she always had.
With minimal resistance, her quite full bladder emptied. A faint hsssssssss could be heard, and she felt the golden liquid warmth pouring down her suit. Perhaps for this reason, her suit was made of a material that did not show the wetness, but she still could feel the warm, wet streaks coursing down her thighs, depositing into a surprisingly large puddle at her feet. The heat was nice, in the cold of King's Row.
Her focus returned to the task at hand, for she had to keep a lookout for her target. With her bodily needs satisfied for the moment, she was able to pay much closer attention to the streets her prey would eventually walk down. "For the moment" was a rather key phrase, however, for her bathroom needs soon caught up with her again. This time, however, it would be a slightly... messier expulsion.
She gave a slight sigh of annoyance. Like wetting herself, it was not her first time, and it would likely not be the last. It was just... much less convenient. And the smell. It revived her emotion of shame much the same as trips to King's Row rekindled her happiness. Making sure to keep her rifle up, the scope hovering over one eye, just in case her quarry happened by during, she bent her knees a small amount.
Giving a small grunt, she forced her mess out. It pushed against the soft cloth of her panties, stopping when it met the resistance of her rubbery suit. Giving a bit more forceful of a push, her waste rocketed out of her with a wet squelch sound. The logs compounded somewhat, forming a lumpy, softball-sized bulge between the buttcheeks her suit so proudly outlined. The wet, sticky warmth covered her backside. The smell drifted upwards, ultimately meeting with her nose. It almost made her cringe a bit. Of all the things to remind her of her humanity, why did it have to be this?
An energetic, electronic sound emanated alongside a pink light from behind her. Sombra. Of all the people...
"Woah-ho, there, spider. Eat a little too much before the mission?", Sombra said, fanning the air in front of her nose. Widowmaker always did find Sombra and her taunting to be insufferable, but she was too valuable to Talon to give up.
"I had to go, Sombra. It is better that my suit be ruined than the mission", Of course, logic wouldn't be enough to make the obnoxious little hacker shut up. "Besides, I still remember that time you went out drinking with that cowboy and came home with some sodden pants of your own".
"Alright, alright. Point taken", Sombra said, a slight blush coloring her normally composed and calculating face. "Ooh! Is that her?!", Sombra said in a hushed whisper, "I'll cloak and get close to her". Widowmaker peered through her scope, down the street. Sure enough, there was the target.
Angela Ziegler, she thought, Mercy.
She didn't know why Talon wanted her dead, and she didn't care. A job was a job, end of discussion. She took aim, and carefully put her finger on the trigger...
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Mercy had been invited to some conference to showcase her advanced equipment and medical knowledge. Winston had organized some sort of event, hoping to show the good Overwatch had done, and was hoping that displaying some of their more advanced and more good-natured technology would be able to change some hearts and minds. Mercy had eagerly agreed.
As such, she walked down the streets in her full armor, hoping to show it off. A sudden sound, like footsteps on the cobblestone roads suddenly echoed from a nearby alleyway. The streets were totally deserted except for her, so the noise made her a little uneasy. A sudden series of more rapid footsteps sounded off much closer, and she turned quickly in alarm. That proved to be life-saving, as a powerful bullet suddenly split the air where her head had been a second before.
In a sudden panic, she threw both hands over her head, and hurrid into a nearby buidling whose door was open. She put her back to the wall, breathing very rapidly. Her hair hung down in her face, and sweat droplets began to form. And a strange, hot, wetness flowed down her legs. What was that?
Oh.
Despite being in combat what must have been hundreds of times, Mercy never did the sturdiest continence. More dangerous situations often saw her peeing, or worse, into her armored leggings; much to the joy of her companions, who often found how easily frightened she was to be quite funny. The most embarassing had to have been that surprise party, where they all jumped out, and she...
Nevermind, a sniper was trying to kill her, her embarassing memories weren't important right now. She pulled out a communicator she used to keep in touch with her former Overwatch colleagues, and after what felt like an eternity, Winston answered.
"Winston!", she said in a panicked and shaky voice.
"Angela? What's the matter? Are you okay?" came his concerned reply.
"Yes. No. I'm in trouble, but I'm not hurt, not yet," she stammered out, finding her words difficult to squeeze out.
"Try and stay where you are! I'll be there in just a second!" his words were music to her ears.
She set her large Caduceus staff aside, favoring her pistol. It wasn't much, but a good number of enemies had underestimated her pistol, which proved a rather fatal mistake. She jumped at the sudden sound of movement in the room with her, simultaneously feeling more of her pee leave warm trails down her shapely legs. She held up her pistol, and tried to stop shaking so hard.
Suddenly, and without warning, a person appeared ahead of her, and to her right. Before she could adjust her aim and fire, the woman fired first, blasting Mercy's pistol out of her hands. The woman kept her smg trained on Mercy, and began walking towards her, tauntingly.
Mercy's courage failed her, and she fell backwards against the wall, landing in her own puddle of urine with a wet splish. The woman smirked and chuckled a bit upon noticing her lapse in continence.
"Well well, looks like no one can keep their pants dry, tonight," She said, pointing to Mercy's puddle of piddle. The woman made a point of aiming the smg directly at the doctor's head, "Look at the bright side, at least no one will know you did it before you died," she said as placed the barrel of the smg against Mercy's temple.
Her fear totally overwhelmed, and she suddenly felt a weight leave her abdomen. Then she realized it hadn't just disappeared, it had travelled into her underwear. She had just soiled herself in fear. Her armored leggings were quite firm, and did not allow her mess to collect into a ball shape, but rather, it smoothed out like a pancake, covering her entire rear end.
As she tried to regain her composure, her assailant did seem to notice the squishing noises and accompannying smell, her smirk growing to nearly impossible proportions. But, against Mercy's expectations, the woman pulled the gun away from her head. Looking down as condescendingly as possible, she said "Unless, of course, you'd like to make a deal,".
It took Mercy a second to register what she'd just heard. She was coming back from the despair of being certain her life was over, and her senses weren't quite back to normal, yet.
"W-what do you mean?" She quickly got out.
The woman pointed a clawed finger at Mercy's staff, "I want you to give me your staff, and show me how it works. I've got some fun plans for it Do that, and I'll tell Talon I killed you," she extended her hand to the sitting woman, "Deal?".
Mercy weighed her options. On the one hand, she didn't want to die; on the other, the Caduceus staff was a powerful tool, one she didn't want to fall into Talon's, well, talons. Then she remembered: Winston was coming. She was confident that Winston could make short work of these attackers, as she'd seen him decimate entire squadrons of Talon soldiers in the past. If she accepted the woman's offer, she could stall for time until Winston showed up.
"Deal," Mercy said, reaching for the woman's hand. To her confusion, the woman threw her hand forward, touching one finger to Mercy's nose before pulling her hand back, saying "boop" while doing so.
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"Boop"
Sombra, instead of helping Mercy to her feet, walked right over to the staff that was carefully set upon a nearby chair. She picked it up, and began flipping it over in hands, inspecting it.
"So, how do you work this thing, doc?" Sombra said, pointing the staff at Mercy, who had found her way to her feet, drops and rivulets of her fear-induced pee running down her legs as she stood from her puddle.
Taking the staff from Sombra, Mercy expertly flipped it to the correct holding position. Begrudgingly, she began to go over its various controls and abilities, Sombra's eyes widening with potential plots and schemes at each feature Mercy described.
In the middle of the lesson, however, Mercy suddenly seemed to look behind Sombra. Just as Sombra noticed, Mercy delivered a powerful kick into her gut, forcing her backwards. The force of the kick sent numerous droplets of pee into the air. Sombra drew her smg, and levelled it at Mercy, "Do I need to make you piss youself again? Do you seriously think you can take me?" she said furiously.
Now it was Mercy's chance to smirk, "Not alone", she said. Sombra's confusion was evident, but not for long as the wall behind her suddenly burst forth, revealing Overwatch's signature gorilla scientist: Winston. Sombra turned and fired wildly, unsure what was happening. Her aim was completely off, however, and she was knocked to the ground, lying on her belly.
Winston drew his massive tesla cannon, and began firing it at the prone woman. "Trying to hurt my friends, huh?" Winston said, to the tune of Sombra shouting in pain, "Not on my watch, Talon".
Sombra could barely even hear him, as electricity coursed throughout her body. As it caused every nerve and muscle in her body to go absolutely crazy, such unimportant things as not wetting herself were forgotten, as her crotch suddenly filled with hot, steaming urine. Content to share, the urine flowed outward, creating a sizeable puddle around Sombra's waist, even wetting her shirt a bit as she lay prone.
Once it was clear that she was no threat, Winston moved over to Mercy, checking that she was alright. In the middle of her assurances that she was fine, a sudden clanging was heard against the door to the building. They both looked up to see one of Widowmakers venom mines on the door, primed and about to explode. Thinking quickly, Winston deployed a shield barrier, saving them from the poisonous gas. He noticed that the barrier inadvertently covered and saved Sombra as well.
As the poisonous fog cleared, and the barrier vanished, the two suddenly noticed that Sombra was gone. Winston fired his tesla cannon around the room, hoping to catch her while invisible, but it was in vain, as Sombra had fled the building.
She was making her way back to the rooftop occupied by Widowmaker, her pants, skirt and shirt all bearing a humiliating wet splotch that made her lack of control rather obvious. The chill in the air was rather unpleasant as her crotch and thighes suddenly felt frozen in their wet state. And she had even taunted Widowmaker for using the restroom on herself, but at least Widow had relieved herself in her pants intentionally. Something about the fact that Sombra simply lost control was even more insulting.
Another crashing sound was heard behind her, as the gorilla broke through another wall. He was surrounded by a strange, blue glow, and whatever was left in Sombra's bladder flowed out into her panties as she realized it was the damage booster Mercy had described to her. It made the gorilla even more deadly.
She almost screamed when the monkey leapt through the air towards her, before remembering that she was still invisible. No, they weren't going for her... But then where...
Oh no.
The gorilla had landed on the rooftop with Widowmaker, and Mercy followed closely behind him, healing and boosting him all the way. If she didn't get up there now, Widow could be killed.
Throwing her teleporter to the rooftop, she activated, and one short flash of light later, was in the middle of the battle. She de-cloaked, and joined Widowmaker in unleashing a hailstorm of bullets on the pair of heros. Things were looking good, as they were damaging him much faster than Mercy could heal him, and he was resorting to holding up his hands to protect his face.
They pressed the attack, but Winston had something up his sleeve. In the blink of an eye, she swore the gorilla had doubled in height, and now seemed to be seething with rage. The blue damage-boosting aura still encircled the massive primate, meaning this was going to hurt. A lot.
With a sweep of one arm, he smashed into Widow, launching her against a wall. She slid down, and landed on her butt with gross squish, her mess from earlier having never been cleaned. Sombra prepared to get smashed by his massive arms, but instead found herself picked up, and held in the air. Two of his hands completely encircled her body, and their grip was iron. Winston leaned in close, blowing steaming how breath into her face.
Her face mimicked the terror she felt inside, and her more substantial waste could no longer be contained. Whimpering, and eyes watering, she felt a sticky warmth covering her butt, and felt its weight growing substantially. More, more, and more came out, until she was certain she had soiled herself more thoroughly than the other two women combined. Her mess overloaded her panties, flowing into her pants. If one got a view up her skirt, they could see that the bulge was, in a word, enormous.
Perhaps having an accident managed to work her fear out, but her professional mind suddenly returned, and she managed to wriggle one of her teleporters out, dropping a few feet away from herself and Winston. Activating it, she found herself suddenly free of his grip, and she sprinted over to Widow, who lay unconscious in a newly-created pool of pee, having wet herself again as Winston slammed her into a wall.
She hurriedly grabbed Widow's grappling-hook arm, and made it launch upwards, grabbing hold of a ledge and pulling them to safety. Throwing the unconscious and very-in-need-of-a-shower sniper over her shoulders, Sombra cloaked once again, and began running for it, not caring about the squishing sounds coming from her pants, and trying not to think about what was running down her legs.
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As the duo escaped, Winston's Primal Rage subsided, and he collapsed onto the ground, his energy entirely spent. Mercy was by his side, more grateful than she'd ever been. She made sure to tell him what a lifesaver he was.
"Oh, it- it was no problem, Angela," Winston stuttered, half out of exhaustion, and half out of not knowing how to take a compliment.
"Say Winston?" Mercy began, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Yes?"
"Before we go to the convention..."
"Yes?"
"Do you mind if I find some fresh clothes, first?"
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Since I know that not everyone is into fear wetting/messing (or messing at all, for that matter), I tried to tone it down it down a little bit (fear not, it's still there). The first, like, third of the story is desperation followed by wetting, but be warned! Things get messy soon after.
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Mei stood atop the payload in Numbani, desperately wishing she had chosen some lighter clothes. The heat was oppressive and relentless, and she found herself frequently shooting herself in the face with her cryo blaster just to cool down. Like many missions, Mei's team had rushed ahead, leaving her as the only one to protect and push the payload.
And boy, was she bored.
The sounds of fighting raged up ahead, but she was stuck back here on the what felt like the world's slowest roller-coaster. Mortal danger be damned, she wished she was up there, fighting with everyone else. It couldn't be worse than this.
Then again, maybe it was for the best. She didn't have the best track record with keeping her pants dry and poop-free in combat. Hell, she didn't have a very sterling record out of combat. Something about having been frozen for so long did permanent damage to her body. She supposed it was a blessing, since being slightly incontinent was preferable to something like brain damage or sensory impairment.
All things considered, she was probably lucky that she got out of it with just a weak bladder and matching bowels.
She still didn't have to like it, though. Once she resumed lab work, they made her wear diapers after she'd had a few too many accidents on the job. She still wasn't sure if wetting her diaper was any more or less humiliating than wetting her pants.
Today, however, she was suddenly missing her diapers, since she opted not to wear one on this mission. She'd gotten confident in her control, and wanted to put her body to the test in a real mission. It may turn out to be a mistake, though, as she was feeling a rather pressing need to pee.
This, too, was a "good thing", all things considered. Over the last couple of years, half the time she didn't know she had to pee until it was already most of the way down her legs. So the simple fact that she got this warning meant she'd made progress. It was all about being optimistic.
Of course, no amount of optimism made her feel like she wasn't about to just up and pee in her pants.
She decided to relax a little bit. She sat day on top of the payload, leaning her back against it. To pass the time until the payload finally reached its destination, and to distract from her pressing need to urinate, she began recounting previous missions.
She recalled one where she, Tracer, and Reinhardt had been sent to destroy some rogue omnics that had reactivated somewhere near Eichenwalde. She felt so cool (pun intended) during that mission. Throwing ice walls up to block incoming fire, sniping enemies with icicles, freezing things solid before shattering them into a million pieces. Good times.
Of course, she had an accident during that mission, didn't she? That's right. At some point during the fighting, she took cover behind a wall, and her bladder and bowels just decided they were done doing what she wanted. She remembered suddenly noticing that she was sitting in a pile of wet mush. Tracer and Rein were nice enough about it. They thought she just got scared and couldn't hold it, but again, she didn't know if it was more or less embarrassing to admit she just couldn't help it. Tracer had been quick to reassure Mei that "it happens to everyone, luv! Even I have, once or twice," to which Reinhardt replied "Once or twice?!". She got a laugh out of that.
Okay, so daydreaming had the opposite effect of taking her mind off of her bladder. She realized that she'd subconsciously started holding herself. Moaning in desperation, she began looking for anywhere to relieve herself. Of course a city as futuristic as Numbani wouldn't have a porta potty anywhere. She didn't quite want to just go in an alley, though. The payload suddenly lurched forward before coming to an abrupt stop, evidently having hit a checkpoint. The sudden movements caused a quick spurt of pee to be released into her poor panties, which soaked up the pee readily. Her crotch turned very warm, with a little bit seeping down to her butt. She gasped in alarm, and both of her hands rocketed to the space between her legs, trying very hard to make sure that leak was the last one.
She checked her mission progress. They payload was 34.6% of the way there. Seeing how far she still had to go made her almost pee herself then and there. There was absolutely no way she could last that long. The payload would be fine if she just left it for like, thirty or forty-five seconds, right? Giving up any sense of decency, she started scouting for viable alleyways or gutters.
At last she spotted one that was very out-of-sight, and decided it was the one. She stood up, and instantly wished she hadn't. Another quick spurt re-warmed her crotch. The bigger barrier was still to come, however, as she still had to jump down from the payload. The two-foot drop might as well have been a bottomless cavern, considering her chances of making it. Steeling herself, and clamping down hard, she jumped.
The moment she hit the ground, however, her blood ran cold as she lost a sizeable amount of urine into her thick pants. With a quick, panicky gasp, she regained control. She now had a wet patch on her crotch and thighs, the size of a large orange. She was losing hope fast. She took careful step after careful step. She was in a daze, in disbelief as each step cost her more leaked urine. The wet patch continually grew, evolving from an orange-sized patch to melon-sized, then watermelon, then began streaming down her thighs and down her legs.
She reached the alley, dropped her pants, and was curious on why she didn't have to pee anymore.
Oh, I've completely peed my pants, already, haven't I? She thought in despair, tears beginning to well in her eyes. She pulled her pants back up, and inspected the damage. Large, thick trails of wetness ran down both legs. Despite their dark coloring, it was still pretty obvious what she'd done.
She returned to her post on the payload, sulking. As she was just waiting for it all to be over, she heard a sound that struck fear into even the bravest men and women:
"RYUU GA WAGA TEKI WO KURAU!!"
She knew the words well. Everyone did. She didn’t know how he did it, but those are the words Hanzo shouts when he sends huge, spiralling death your way.
If she hadn't already wet herself, she would've now. As if wetting herself hadn't been enough, the words seemed to knock her bowels loose, and she could feel them about to release. Then she saw it: The enormous, spiralling, spirit dragons or whatever they were gliding through earth and buildings...
Directly towards the payload she was riding. She stood up, petrified with fear. Do I have enough time to run?! How fast are they going?! Do they- Oh no! Her thought were interrupted by a sudden brrrrrrrap from her backside. The first, rather unladylike noise was soon followed by a very loud squishing sound as she thoroughly filled her pants. She felt the shameful warmth cover her butt, leaving very little space unsoiled. Some of it even flowed beyond the cuff of her panties, and down her right thigh, just a bit. Her pants and panties sagged down quite far, I really should have worn a diaper...
As the dragons approached, she activated one of her most useful abilities, and encased herself within a large block of protective ice. For one reason or another, the dragons didn't seem to care about her, as long she was inside of it. Unfortunately, entering the ice block had the unintended consequence of mushing her accident against her butt, as the ice was very tightly packed against her. Like salt in a wound, her mess was smeared against her rear.
My team is so going to make fun of me for this...
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Hana Song, or D.Va as she was more commonly known, had a reputation for always keeping her cool in combat. She was so confident in her abilities and her mighty MEKA suit, that she actually livestreamed her missions over the internet, to the joy of her many fans. What they didn't know, however, was her tendency to be... less brave without her mech.
After she wet and/or messed herself the first few times her mech was destroyed, she, like Mei, had taken up the habit of wearing diapers on missions. At first, she hated that she had to, but for a celebrity like herself, it was important to save face. Over time, however, she grew somewhat fond of them.
She was rather hoping today wouldn't prove to be a day she’d need her diaper, but she wore it, just in case. More than once in the past, she’d decided against it, and later regretted it.
It turned out to be a good call, as she had fallen back to check on Mei at the payload, since she gotten off of it for a little while, and then Hanzo shot his dragons at it. On the way there, her mech had been fatally damaged, and crashed into the side of a building, then collapsed into the street.
Normally not a problem, but this instance was different: her eject button had malfunctioned. Shey lay on the ground, pinned by her own mech. She was totally stuck, and totally useless to her team, right now. Worse yet, she had to use the bathroom. Badly.
She'd had to for a while now, but she didn't want her fans to see her making any faces that would... give away what she was doing in her pants. But now, her stream was (hopefully) down, and she was free to use her pants as a bathroom as she pleased. She had to admit: they were damn convenient. Sometimes in battle, she just let go, because it was easier than holding it.
Some people knew her little secret about wearing them when she was piloting her mech, but what she never told anyone was that she also sometimes wore them around the house. Despite her crime-fighting career, she never gave up her old hobby of streaming. She reasoned, ostensibly, that it was unfair to her fans for her to have to take bathroom breaks while streaming. Many times, she’d be sitting, commentating on whatever she was playing, and, unbeknownst to the thousands watching her, simultaneously urinating on herself. She found the diapers particularly useful when streaming horror games.
As she was lost in thought, her stomach and bladder decided to remind her of her needs. She sighed, and, lying flat on her back, she closed her eyes, and let her liquid warmth fill the front of her diaper. First the area between her legs was met with the heat, then she felt it quickly flow down to her bottom. Before long, nearly every inch of her protective garment had been soaked with her pee. She wasn't done, though.
Finding a gap in her collapsed mech, she lifted her legs up, scrunched up her face, and pushed hard. She felt the mushy substance pile up in her diaper, and she cursed the fact that she had to put her legs down, since that caused it to be even further mashed into her butt. As convenient as she found them, and as much as she had warmed up to peeing on herself, no amount of experience was going to make her enjoy crapping her pants.
As a rather unpleasant smell began to fill the interior of her makeshift cage, she suddenly regretted all the food she ate yesterday.
She was prepared to take a nap, since she could be there for a while, when she suddenly heard a voice, "Hana? Are you in there?" The voice belonged to Mei.
"Uhhh, yeah. Think you could get me out?"
My team is so going to make fun of me for this...
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Zarya was worried. D.Va had gone to check on Mei, and hadn't returned. Throwing out as many shields as she could before withdrawing, she retreated towards the payload. Her concern was well-warranted, as the poor streamer was trapped under the wreckage of her own mech. And standing next to the crash site was... a very wet and messy Mei.
Zarya approached them, and affixed a curious gaze on Mei, "What happened to you?", she asked, clearly eyeing the large, long dark streaks going down both of Mei's legs. Mei jumped, and tried in vain to cover the massive wetness with her hands.
Mei avoided eye contact, nervously knotted her hands together, and just quietly mumbled "dragons...", which seemed to elicit an understanding nod from the weightlifter. Mei was most certainly not the first person to ruin their pants and panties at the sight of Hanzo’s ultimate ability. Even Zarya herself had leaked upon, from time to time. Something that had thankfully gone unnoticed.
Zarya had a reputation as the strongest woman alive, hell maybe just the strongest person alive; and it simply wouldn’t do to have people know she sometimes had accidents, however small they may be.
Hana joined in the conversation suddenly, "Is that Zarya?! Help me out, here!" she shouted helplessly.
Zarya put her hands on her hips and observed the damage.
Mei looked around, and began formulating a plan, "Maybe if we can attach a wire from the payload to the mech, it will be strong enough to pull it off- What are you doing?!" she shouted in surprise, as Zarya had ignored her plan and simply bent over and started trying to lift the huge robot carcass. Zarya’s incredibly large and powerful muscles went to work, lifting the machine.
Mei was certain that she was about to break her back, but to her surprise, the wreckage budged. After a few more moments of Zarya giving it her all, the mech began to rise just enough for D.Va to escape.
Zarya began speaking between groans, "Come on, Hana! Crawl out!" As Hana obeyed, Zarya felt something happening. It wasn't her back breaking, it was much worse. She felt something about to escape into her pants. A long, wet, plplbplbplbplp sounded from her rear, and she blushed a very bright red while still lifting up the heavy robot.
Zarya was a big woman. Who lifted weights. She ate a lot. Her... releases were accordingly massive. Mei had a good view of the Russian woman's backside, and was able to see it clearly bulge out. She could also see the strong stream of urine pour from her crotch and onto the ground below her. Zarya could feel at first mushy, mud-like mess pouring out of her, and directly into her waiting panties; then a firm, thick log nestled its way in. Then another. And another. Meanwhile, her bladder took its chance and emptied. As her legs were spread and bent, a large stream wet her crotch, then fell to the ground, below her. She wasn’t fortunate enough, however, as not all the urine took that path out. Much of it did flow down her legs, wetting her pants as they were being filled.
Zarya was not thrilled about this. People say female weightlifters are slightly more prone to leakage, but she just had a full-blown accident in front of her peers. Wet mush stewed in the seat of her black pants, and warm urine ran down her muscely legs and into her boots.
My team is so going to make fun of me for this...
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The three were surprised to find that each of them had had an accident, and shared a good laugh about it. With Zarya on their side, not many people would dare to make fun of them, the rest of their team just acknowledging that "accidents happen". In the end, the payload was delivered, and they each took a well-needed bath.
And Mei got gold objective time.
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Hope you guys liked it! Can't say for sure when the next part will be up, but it will involve Pharah, and some nice fear-related scenes. |
Dunno about you guys, but I LOVE women messing in their armor, so thought I'd throw in some of that. Here's the third and possibly final installment of my Overwatch stories, but I have ideas for other stories, in particular some World of Warcraft ones.
As always, hope you guys enjoy.
Pharah took flight. The jetpacks on her Raptorion suit made her an absolute menace to her ground-locked opponents. She quite enjoyed her reputation as a harbinger of death and destruction. How many battles had she won, simply because she’d been out-of-reach of her enemies?
Even from high altitudes, she could still see how the occasional enemy would wet themselves at the mere sight of her. And if just seeing her didn’t do it, the ensuing barrage of rocket-fire would certainly get them in need of a fresh pair of underwear.
She was always amused by her opponents’ weakness in this regard; she had never had an accident, not since she was a child. She’d kept her pants and boxer briefs (she preferred them to panties) clean on every mission. Some people, Tracer, in particular, were sure she was lying, but it was the truth. And after Zarya’s last mission, she was fairly sure she was now the only operative to have never done it at some point or another.
She was kind of disappointed to see the giant woman return with soggy, filthy pants, as she’d figured Zarya was above that. She was also somewhat pleased, as this solidified that she was the only one with enough control to keep from making a puddle in her pants.
As she looked at the battlefield of Route 66 below, she tried to spot enemy stragglers who strayed too far from their teams. Before long, she spotted the nefarious Sombra emerging from invisibility. Firing a quick few rockets, Sombra quickly cloaked and fled. Her invisibility was ineffective, however, as a trail of urine fell upon the ground wherever her unseeable body ran. She decided not to pursue her, and to let her live with shame.
Looking around the battle below, she spotted Tracer in a bit of a pinch, she appeared to be stuck in one of Junkrat’s traps.
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Tracer sprinted through a cave, occasionally using her dash to blink ahead several feet. As she exited through the mouth of the cave, she came to an immediate halt as searing pain shot through her right leg. She was only somewhat aware of the small jet of hot liquid that soaked her crotch when this happened.
She shouted in pain, and looked down to see a very crude bear-trap holding her leg hostage. She holstered her twin smgs, and bent over in a position like she was tying her shoe; if only her situation were so innocent. She tried rather desperately to pull the jaws of the trap apart, before…
Oh, crap.
Mad laughter that sounded more like a hyena’s than a person’s echoed around her. Junkrat. He had some sixth sense to know when someone stepped in one of his infernal traps. He looked at her with an insane glare, clearly fantasizing about what she’d look like when she was in a million pieces. He pulled out his grenade launcher, while Tracer unloaded some “grenades” of her own.
At the sight of the weapon that heralded impending doom, her continence simply… failed. She vainly covered her head with her arms, trembling slightly as her bladder poured hot piss through her tight, orange leggings. With one knee on the ground, the wetness ran down her left thigh, thoroughly soaking it in her liquid fear. At the exact same moment, a loud SQRLLTCH could be heard from her butt. Her mess came out fast and hard, in one second, it was inside her body, in the next, her cute and (formerly) pink panties. The warm muck settled comfortably in the space between her cheeks, as her pants offered little resistance.
She was about to die, and she was ashamed that her last moments were going to be characterized by totally wetting and soiling herself.
...Except, she wasn’t dead. She looked up, and looked around for Junkrat, only to see him running after trying in vain to pair his grenade launcher against the airborne Pharah’s rocket launcher. And that means…
Pharah saved her. Couldn’t it have been anyone else?
In an immediate denial of her wish, the heavily-armored soldier landed in front of her, and began to help pull the trap apart.
“Are you alright, Tracer?” Pharah asked, genuine concern in her voice. Judgmental as she was, she was still nice.
“Yeah, fine, luv, just… shaken” Tracer answered, blushing as she fully realized her accident, wiggling her legs a bit feeling her mess squish around in the seat of her pants.
“You sure don’t take it easy on your clothes, do you?” Here it comes, Tracer thought, “you know, you could always wear diapers like Hana and Mei,” though those two think it’s a secret, just about everyone on the team had known for some time about their choice of attire.
“These things happen, luv. I still think you’re lying about never having to clean the seat of that armor!” Tracer replied, teasingly, giving a playful pat to Pharah’s armor-clad bum.
“I promise you, Tracer, I’ve never lost control of my bladder or bowels for any reason,” Pharah said with a slight smirk.
“Uh-huh. Well, we should probably get back to it,” Tracer said, re-drawing her guns and dashing back into the fray as Pharah finally pulled the trap open.
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She’s nothing if not tenacious, Thought Pharah, a river of pee down one leg, and a huge load on her butt, and she sprints back into combat. The only other person I know with that level of commitment is Widow-
WIDOWMAKER!!
Her thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly spotted the sniper in the distance, taking aim at her. Pharah hit the jet boost, and took flight. Widow tried to account for this, but was unable to time the shot correctly, instead taking off Pharah’s helmet.
She flew high into the air, and fired a concussive grenade from her arm, hitting the ground near Widow, the force propelling her into a wall. She fell down, and even from this distance, Pharah could see the small lake of pee form around Widow’s thighs as she sat against the wall.
She also could feel a horrible, wet warmth cascading down her legs, and falling through the gaps in her armor, creating an acidic, yellow rain for anyone below her. She was… peeing. In her armor. In her pants. In her underwear. And because she was scared. She finally felt her stream dying down, but the damage was done. The clothes she wore under her armor would be completely soaked.
She was so distraught, she hardly even noticed the battle still going on until a few stray bullets flew towards her. She resumed fighting, but she was most definitely not bringing her A game, now.
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Symmetra momentarily poked her head out of her impromptu base, and saw the enemy Pharah there. Just as she was about to charge her with her particle beam cannon, the Pharah suddenly took flight, a bullet from her team’s sniper knocking Pharah’s helmet off. Then it started… raining? Did Pharah’s suit spring a leak or something? No wait. That wasn’t oil. It was Pharah who sprung a leak.
She laughed, then retreated into her base. She’d built a shield generator and a wall of small turrets to protect it. So far, no one had been able to even entertain the thought of breaching her sanctum, but she saw someone running to try their hand at it… Tracer.
Who had evidently been somewhat frightened, given the telltale stain on her pants. Symmetra readied her gun for the fight, but suddenly Tracer was gone. A blue flash raced by her, faster than anything she’d ever seen, and it rushed straight for her shield generator. Symmetra dived towards it, trying to protect it, when Tracer suddenly left the building. Symmetra was confused, until she heard a faint clicking. She looked down, and saw that Tracer had done more than just stop by to say “hello”.
She’d left a pulse bomb.
It’s amazing how much can happen in only a couple seconds. It felt like hours, during which Symmetra used her hard-light generator to project a shield barrier in front of her self. If she couldn’t save the generator, she was at least going to save herself. As this happened, her bowels released. A semisolid mess caused her “pants” (they were basically just panties, really) to bulge out considerably. For several moments after the blast had destroyed her work, she still stood stunned, loud sounds of plplbplbplbpllbplpb the only thing occupying the silence, as she continued to fill her shorts, despite now being safe.
She decided to fall back, set up a new base, and, if possible, find new pants.
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Pharah was simply in disbelief. Her boxer briefs clung uncomfortably to her privates, and, along with her damp pants, served to keep her from actually focusing on her mission. Her aim was sloppy, her timing was off, and her confidence had evaporated. She found herself regularly peeing out little spurts at the slightest provocation.
A bullet whizzes by, psssssss.
A large explosion goes off, not even near her, psssssss.
Her jetpack momentarily runs out of juice, leaving her falling for just a second, pssssssssssssss.
Her crotch was being constantly re-warmed by her fear. She had never quite known shame like this; not just in her lapse in continence, but in her treatment of her colleagues. She’d ridiculed them for their accidents, and now she was in exactly the same boat. How could she ever show her face to them again?
She guessed she’d just have to- WOAH!!
Suddenly she was forcefully yanked from the sky, and slammed into the ground, lying on her stomach. She looked up to see the source of her sudden plummeting, trying to ignore the new warmth in her briefs. Her terror tripled at the sight of the killer in front of her. Roadhog, Junkrat’s partner, had used his hook to pluck her right out of the sky, and now she was staring down the barrel of his enormous shotgun, which he pressed rather sadistically into her face.
She was a very competent soldier. She had one of the most untarnished records of successes in history. She was always on top of the situation. But today, things were very different. Today, she saw the certainty of death looking her in the face, something she’d never seen before. She didn’t fare too well.
Her bowels began to steadily void, pushing mass after mass into her boxer briefs. Her armor didn’t let it expand too much, however, and it began to flatten and spread across her butt. Some of it even made its way nearly down to her crotch. Roadhog seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, just… watching in his strange, unsettling way. His finger began to squeeze the trigger, and suddenly Pharah felt herself lifted up, into the air a couple feet.
She blinked a few times, and suddenly she was hundreds of feet away from the spot she was supposed to die at. She looked up to see Tracer smiling down on her. She’d jumped in at the last possible second, and managed to warp her to safety.
Tracer helped Pharah to stand, then said “Don’t worry, luv, I’ve had my eye on you since you pissed your knickers in the air,” Pharah blushed, then cringed as she felt her considerable accident mushing about in her briefs. Her entire ass was covered, and her legs felt wetter than ever. No amount of showering would maker her feel clean again.
“Tracer, I-” Pharah began, but was cut off by Tracer putting a finger over her mouth.
“Don’t worry, Fareeha, we’ve got it from here. Why don’t you go check with Mercy to make sure you aren’t hurt too bad, eh?” Tracer said, with a friendly smile. Looking around, it seemed like they really did have the bad guys on the run, and the offer was tempting, but…
“Thanks, Tracer, but if you can tough it out, I can, too,” Pharah said, drawing her weapon and giving her most determined smile.
“That’s the spirit!” Tracer threw her arms up in cheer.
Pharah took flight, and was suddenly back to her normal self, blowing any obstacles apart with laser-like precision. She foulness in her pants was still unpleasant, but she could ignore it, now. With she and Tracer with them, their team won in just a couple of minutes.
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Tracer and Pharah were in the women’s locker room, extremely happy to be taking off their remarkably soiled clothes. Pharah had entered just in time to see Tracer about to slide her wet pants down. The huge bulge in the seat of them had been ground down somewhat, and a large brown stain occupied the butt of her pants, and down the things a bit. She slid her orange pants down, revealing a pair of frilly, pink panties; now yellowed in the front and browned in the back, with the bulge still showing. It was about the size of her fist.
Tracer, herself seemed to be inspecting the damage, then mournfully stated, “Aw man, I was gonna wear this pair for Emily tonight,” as she reached back and felt the bulge.
“She’s not into her superhero girlfriend getting scared and having accidents?” Pharah asked jokingly.
“Nah, kinda kills the illusion,” she said, feeling the wet crotch of her panties, “How’d yours do? Your mess can’t have been this bad,”.
Pharah blushed a little bit as she began to exit her armor, “We’ll, um, we’ll see about that...” her meaning became clear as she stepped around the suit and Tracer could see the wet stain on her combat fatigues. The entire inner half of them had been completely soaked, with some rivulets and flowing all the way around the other side of her legs. Like Tracer’s pants, they’d turned completely brown at the back. She dropped her pants, revealing her gray boxer briefs. They were almost one-hundred-percent soaked on all sides, and a massive, lumpy bulge occupied the entire back half.
Tracer looked genuinely impressed, honestly. The two continued chatting on their way to the showers, both eager to be clean. As they showered in adjacent stalls, Pharah spoke again, “Say, Tracer?”.
“Yeah-huh?”
“Does Emily, erm, know?”
“That I have accidents? Oh God yes!” She replied quickly, “I pissed myself on our first date,”.
“How’d that happen?”
“We were watchin’ a movie. Real scary one. I hate scary movies, but Emm loves ‘em. At one point a big, scary face pops up goin’ all ‘AAAAAAA!’ and I yelled like a baby. Minute later, my lap was warm and I looked down and saw I was just peein’! Couldn’t stop. Thought Emily’d never wanna see me again, but we went on a date again the next day,” Tracer said with a nostalgic smile.
“Second date go better?”
“Sort of. We was out for a walk around town, when this mugger jumped us. He pulls a gun, and Emm gets all sorts of scared. She starts tryin’ to get him to just go away, bein’ all ‘Just don’t hurt us!’ and I look at her legs and sure enough, her jeans were wet all the way to bottom. Couple of seconds later, she smelled like she needed a changing, and I knew she’d made in her pants, too,”
“Woah. What happened to the mugger?”
Tracer flexed her small arm a bit, “I blinked right at him with my chronal accelerator, and suplexed him. He didn’t see that comin’!” She chuckled a bit.
“Emily’s a lucky lady, Tracer,”
“I like to think so,”
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Pharah walked home that night with a newfound respect for her coworkers, and pledged to not mock them for their accidents. Amazingly, no one really said much to her about her own accident. Maybe Tracer asked them to be nice. At any rate, she had a new perspective on things.
And a suit of armor that needed a very thorough washing.
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Sue and her husband Steve have a visit to the doctor.
Sue had been feeling poorly with this bug. It affected her throat and chest and she had a bit of cough. She decided after a few days she could not shift it so she went to the doctors for an examination. As they were a lot of patients with the same symptoms the doctors office was inundated,so a late afternoon appointment was the only one available. She booked in and asked if you would drive her to the doctors as she was so unwell to drive herself. So you accompany her to the waiting room for her to await her appointment.
Sue had checked in and there was a couple left waiting for their appointments. As Sue sat down she started to fidget a little as though she needed the toilet. She was hesitant that she would wait until after the appointment or when she got home,as she could be called in to the examination room at any moment. The last patient to be seen had just left the room and Sue was called into Doctor Jones exam room.
The only people now left in the building was the doctor,the receptionist,you and Sue. The receptionist was the doctors wife and she was very amply built. Her tits were on the large side and a very sexy body showing off a little of her bosom cleavage. When Sue was called in, the receptionist called you to the desk to help fill in some paperwork on behalf of Sue. They were just updating the records to go onto a new computer system. The receptionist handed you some papers to fill in and you sat back down to do so.
Meanwhile Sue had entered the exam room and told the doctor the symptoms. Of course he already knew there was an influx of the big outbreak and had administered some powerful medicine which the patients had claimed worked by the time the appointment was over. Diane remarked how is that possible when she had been taking medicine for days and her throat was not even better.
The doctor said well I have some special liquid which if you want can be used immediately. He said that the special medicine was made on the premises and if she would be willing to accept not to disclose any of the formula to anyone outside. Sue agreed.
As you were filling in the forms you heard a moan coming from the direction of the reception. You went to investigate secretly and noticed that the receptionist was watching porn on the computer and the sound was on fairly quiet. You thought she was updating records on the computer but she had other ideas. As you peered around the corner of the wall you saw her playing with herself and feeling up her body. This in turn made you rub your groin through your trousers. She had one had rubbing her big tits and one in her panties touching herself.
There was a distinct slow moan as she started sliding her fingers into that big juicy hairy cunt of hers. This was just too much for you as you adore hairy cunts,and so in turn you unzipped your trousers and pulled out that willy. It grew as you continued to play and produce a little precum. Her hairy cunt had given her so much room to insert at least 3 fingers in there. You could clearly see how wet she was getting. Her knickers were soon off and she squeezed those big tits together which caused her to show her big red bra she was wearing. If only she knew that you were wanking over her from around the corner of that wall.
In the doctors office Sue had now led down on the couch. The doctor was going to prescribe his special medicine but she was feeling anxious of this medicine as whether it would work or be dangerous. The doctor reassured Suethat she had nothing to worry about and he could see she was nervous so told her to relax on the couch. As she led there the doctor put his hands on her midribs. Sue is a prim and proper lady and wore a nice dress which showed her big tits under the material. As the doctor moved his hands around her clothed body he could see the outline of Sue's pert nipples. As he loved big tits (and of course his receptionist wife) he admired looking at them even more. He told Sue to drop her top of the dress down as he wanted to put on his steposcope on her chest to check her breathing.
She did as she was told and then as the coolness of the steposcope was put on, she let out a bit of a yelp. The doctor remarked that it was cold. She explained to the doctor that the extreme coolness of the steposcope had made her yelp for a reason. Her desire to go to the toilet was then brought to her attention as she had slightly peed her knickers. The doctor was unaware of Sue's need to relieve herself so he carried on checking. As he moved down he asked Sue to cough. This she did and more pee escaped in her pants. But this time she had the urge to stop before she flooded the place. She told the doctor that her bladder pressure had increased and needed to go to the toilet immediately. The doctor stopped.
By now your cock was growing so much that you soaked the end with so much precum it was dripping. You bent down and put your trousers back up and went to sit back down in the waiting room. Just as you sat down the receptionist called you to see if you had finished the paperwork. You had done and took them too her, By now the porn had been turned off and she had redressed the top half of her uniform. However she left her knickers off and they were on the floor just in your view of sight. As she was at the the computer she quickly got a glimpse of your bulge in your trousers and noticed the zip was undone. She thanked you for handing over the forms and you were about to walk back to sit down. Mr Nixon she said did you enjoy watching me, I saw you wanking your willy. I have a mirror in here where I saw you masturbating. You were so embarrased that even before you had the chance to answer she stood up and opened her robe exposing those huge tits and big hairy cunt. So again Mr Smith did you enjoy watching. If so to show your apprecaition drop your trousers for me. But what about my wife-she will be back in a moment.
As Sue got off the couch she stood up and as she did immediately buckled to her knees. The doctor helped her to get back on her feet and as she got up she put her hand on her crotch and started to hold herself. So sorry doctor she said but I may not be able to make the toilets. Doctor replied thats alright I understand Mrs Smith just hold on for a second I will see if I have a receptacle for you to go in. But it was too late for that as she hiked up her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side and let her hairy cunt slip open to release her jet of piss. It was so forcefull it flooded a pool on the doctors floor. Sue just stood there and piss was everywhere. She peed for over a minute so must have been holding back a lot.
I am sorry doctor Sue said. Mrs Smith it is perfectly alright I am a doctor and I do see a lot of personal incidents and accidents,so please don't apologise, and just lay back on the couch when you are comfortable. I will clear it up later the doctor replied. Sue cleaned up her cunt and led back down while the doctor had buzzed through to reception for the special medicine. Of course there was no answer at first,so buzzed through about 30 seconds later. He said he would be back soon but still remain on the couch. the doctor left the room.
The receptionist was now out of her little office and in the waiting room as she showed you her massive tits and started to stroke your little cock. You were just sat there in the waiting room with your trousers down to your ankles and your hands touching her lovely tits and playing with her hairy cunt. She wanked you so hard that she now wanted to suck you. Her mouth was so powerful over that willy you almost came, but you held back. With your eyes closed and head bobbing up and down neither of you had noticed the doctor in the room. He just stood there and watched for a minute or two, then he started rubbing himself. This was such a turn on for him as his wife receptionist was always seducing patients and those in the waiting room at the end of the dayshift. You were so enjoying her sucking when all of a sudden in her mouth you expelled and shot your cum. She took your load in her mouth, but did not swallow. When you opened you eyes you were shocked to see the doctor wanking himself off and felt embarrassed that you forgot to ask about your wife.
He was not angry at all. The receptionist still with your cum in her mouth went back to her desk and had a glass tube. She spat it out all in the tube. The doctor then thanked me. what for you asked. Well Mr Smith a lot of patients have come through here in the past few days with this bug. They have left here feeling a lot better and indeed the medicine I administered worked. And thanks to you Mr Smith you have now contributed to the special formula we make here at the practice. Your cum along with everyone my wife has sucked today and for a few days have been saved up in this glass tube. We mix all the cum in the tube from various men and also mine and my wifes urine in there. With that mixture I then administer the medicine to the patient. Your wife has not recieved hers yet so I have to go back to her. Please Mr Smith you must never tell anyone outside this practice about this medicine and especially not to your wife. In return I will let you fuck my wife anytime you want. With that the doctor excused himself.
Apologies for the delay Mrs Smith, I just had to go and make up the formula for this special medicine of mine. I want you to know Mrs Smith that you will instantly feel a lot better when you drink this mixture. It should have no side effects unlike other medicine and must all be drank down. You should not require any further but if you do you must take it here in the practice. It is not available outside of here. The doctor showed Sue the tube which was yellow/white from all the piss and cum. This is the medicine that will cure you Mrs Smith, It may not be everyones sweet taste but you must drink it all. I will now pour some in the glass for you.
While the doctor had gone in the other room, the receptionist was going to mix some of that new formula and wanted you to watch. She got herself a bucket and stood over it semi naked. Before your wife comes out I am going to let you see my piss coming out through my hairy cunt and into the bucket. And with that a powerful jet of piss left her cunt lips. After she finished she handed me a calling card with her address on. She said give me a call and as my husband told you for donating your spunk you can fuck me. And we keep our promises. I have fucked lots of our patients both male and female and they love giving something back to their community doctors practice. Thank you again Mr Smith, your wife will be out soon.
The glass had been poured and the piss and cum mixture looked very cloudy. Please drink this down Mrs Smith and feel better. Sue took the glass and although it looked disgusting like any medicine does. She drank it all. Unknown to her she had just drunk the doctors and the doctors wife's piss and countless members of the public sperm. All this swimming inside of her as a piss/cum cocktail.
Thank you doctor, Sue replied, very odd taste but yes I feel better. With that she apologised once again for her pee accident and left. After you two had left the building, both the doctor and his wife cleaned up Sue's piss. But not the usual way of cleaning up,they drank it from the floor. So now Sue's pee was going to be part of the next submission of this new medicine,when both of them piss it out of their system. |
This is an excerpt from one of my fanfictions, Gooey Ashes. Fandom is Hetalia. It's a zombie apocalypse thing, and the zombies are only active at night. Feliciano/Lovino has DID, and Ludwig is super polite and doesn't know how best to be polite about it.
Since this part contains omorashi and subsequent wetting the 'bed' (it's a pile of clothes they're all sleeping on), I figured you guys would appreciate reading it. As a warning, the full story isn't focused on omo, so I tried to keep this part 'soft' on the kink side. (actually, there's a few points in the story where characters complain about needing the bathroom, but this was a part that focused on it the most).
It must have been hours he lied there, staring up at the ceiling through the inky darkness. On his right side, he assumed that was Lovino/Feliciano, hands still tangled together. Antonio would be on the other side of that, no doubt still cuddling the Italian close.
He felt the Italian’s hand pull away from his own, the body connected to it shifting. Reflexively, Ludwig tried to hold on tighter, to return the hand to his grip.
Noise, the Italian moving around on the pile of clothes, price tags crushed underneath. Too much noise for Ludwig’s liking. It didn’t seem to bother the other two, but the creatures outside might have have more sensitive ears. But he bit his tongue. He had no idea what to call the Italian. Lovino? Feliciano? Or did he go with the awkward address of calling him/them Vargas?
Taking a gamble, Ludwig whispered, “Lovino?” He rolled away from his brother, Gilbert too deep in sleep to notice the sudden absence of warmth beside him. “We have to be quiet.” There was no correction on the name, so that risk paid off.
“Shut up.” Although it was quiet, it was still snapped at him, and he almost flinched at the sharpness. Lovino huffed immediately after, and Ludwig frowned.
“Go back to sleep.”
“I should be telling you that,” Ludwig stated, his voice muffled in the clothes.
“I know,” Lovino sighed, annoyance clear in his whisper. He didn’t offer anything else, and Ludwig hesitated a moment before moving over. Clothes bunches under and shifted under him, and he kept slow, as long as it didn’t make much noise.
Clumsily, he found Lovino, coming to lie next to him, feeling the Italian tense. They both stilled for a moment, Ludwig blushing up to his ears, until Lovino shivered, and curled up on himself.
Fear got to everyone, Ludwig supposed. Even those who showed the world nothing but anger. Lovino wasn’t any different from any of the rest of them, in that regard. “As long as we stay quiet, we’ll be safe.”
“Shut up,” Lovino insisted again, groaning. “Shut up, I just have to go.”
Ludwig blinked in the darkness, wondering where in the world Lovino would need to go in the middle of the night. It would be a death sentence to even walk out of this room and go downstairs. The real meaning hit him soon enough. “Oh,” he said, rather lame and belated.
He heard Lovino huff. “Fuckin’ bastard.” Hidden in the dark he would never get his eyes used to, Ludwig blushed deeper. “Hold it,” he mumbled in reply, settling down again now that he knew the cause behind the worry. “We can’t risk turning on a loight or making too much noise.”
“I know that,” Lovino snapped, a little too loud. He seemed to pick up on that, and lowered his volume again. “No shit, what do you think I’m trying to do?”
Ludwig shrugged at that. He belatedly realized Lovino couldn’t see him. “Go back to sleep,” he offered, at a loss. “You can go in the morning.”
“I can’t.”
“...can’t sleep?” Ludwig clarified. Lovino offered too little information and expected too much in return.
“Can’t hold it. Can’t hold it if I fall asleep.” Lovino’s voice edged on panic, rushing out of his mouth.
At least it he’d found out the reason for Lovino’s squirming? Ludwig was at a loss otherwise. “I don’t know how to help you,” he admitted.
No response.
“Just...go to sleep. Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it in the morning.”
He didn’t hear anything else from Lovino for the rest of the night. Maybe exhaustion finally hit Ludwig.
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The smell of ammonia woke them.
Not a pleasant smell in the least, especially first thing in the morning, but none of them volunteered to do anything about it. They all stared at the stain in a tired, confused daze. Silence. Early morning. The lack of sound outside should have been a relief, but it felt like a reminder of the nightmares that had been there before it. It made their stares weigh all the harder
Antonio cracked the silence first. “Does anyone know how to clean this up?” He glanced between them all, but no one raised their hand. Lovino had refused any comforting hugs, and just sat there, wiping away tears each time they sprouted up in his eyes.
“I usually put them in the washing machine,” Lovino mumbled, voice raw.
No power to run a washing machine now. In the mended silence that followed, they all assumed, from the lack of speaking up, that none of them knew how to wash clothes without electricity.
Ludwig gave a long sigh. “We can...” He gestured vaguely at the wet spot. “...always throw the clothes out. There’s more clothes, since this is a clothes store.” Always more boxes stuffed with clothes in the corner.
Antonio shrugged. Gilbert didn’t offer any protest. Lovino took that as his cue, collecting the soiled fabrics in a ball without delay, taking it away from the community pile. He disappeared behind a display shelf, likely for privacy to change.
Gilbert broke the silence after that. “I.... Are we going to burn that?” he asked, talking about the soiled clothes. Ludwig wrinkled his nose at the idea. Burning urine? Yuech. “I mean, that’s got fresh human scent on it. It’ll bring the zombies straight here.”
Ludwig shook his head. “Gilbert, he’s embarrassed enough. Don’t make this harder on him.”
Gilbert reared back as if slapped, and hissed, “Did you forget he almost got us killed yesterday? That kid’s a psychopath, I could care less about his feelings.”
“Gil-” Antonio reached over, putting a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, but it was slapped away. Gilbert had no desire to calm down.
“You’re just a bleeding heart, aren’t you?” he growled at Antonio, voice already rising. “You might be trying to help the little guy here, but I’m trying to save all of us from being eaten!”
Both Antonio and Ludwig started to protest, alarmed, but froze at a knock at the door. In their heated discussion, they’d missed hearing someone climb the steps.
They glanced to each other for a moment before Ludwig called out, “Come in?” It ended in a questioning tone, his voice almost cracking. He might have just doomed them, his mind raced. One of the sick, tormented people had come inside during the night and tried to knock on their door, and now he’d just told them to come inside and infect all of them--
Click. The door cracked as it pushed open, and a cascade of platinum hair peeked in.
“I brought bananas.”
Ludwig vaguely felt his jaw drop, but did nothing about it.
Natalya's wide eyes took in the bedhead, unkempt teens, and stepped inside. She closed the door, and stepped forward. She walked like her legs were handmade by a someone who made dolls instead of humans for a living, her steps mismatched and clumsy, making her way over in a delicate balancing act.
Luydwig tensed as she appeared to go limp, collapsing into his arms, but it looked like he needn’t have worried. She looked up at his face, and repeated, “Bananas?”
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Since this is an excerpt, I don't intend to update this thread. Just found myself signed in for once and decided to post this. |
I originally posted this story under "My first attempt at fiction", but being unable to change the title and having expanded to four chapters I can hardly call it my first attempt any longer. So from now on I will continue posting new chapters in this thread.
CHAPTER 1
An alarm sounds, 7 am, Barbara hits snooze. Thirty minutes later she shoots awake: “Shit, John’s gonna be here in fifteen minutes”, she thinks. She quickly gets out of bed, puts on some clothes, eats some cornflakes and has a glass of water.
Then she hears a car pull op in front of her house, she quickly runs out and gets in, feeling a twinge in her bladder but nothing bad. She greets John, her modelling agent as Barbara is having her first ever photoshoot today. They drive off to the set, about half an hour’s drive away.
Half an hour without traffic that is, as they hit it as soon as they pull onto the motorway. But nothing to bad though and they arrive about fifteen minutes later than planned.
As Barbara walks into the building where the shoot is set she feels her bladder twinging again. Looking around if she sees a bathroom sign, she is greeted by a woman named Julia.
Julia explains that since Barbara and John arrived a little late she has to get her make-up down right now, reluctantly – noticing her filling bladder – Barbara follows Julia to the make-up room and sits down.
After ten minutes her make-up and hair are down and Julia leads the way to the dressing rooms. Barbara walks in and notices five pair of jeans she will be wearing for today’s shoot. What she doesn’t see is a toilet.
Julia informs that she is expected to be changed in two minutes for the shoot to start. A bit sleepy still Barbara quickly gulps down a mug of coffee which stood ready and waiting for her. She immediately regrets it though, feeling her now full bladder.
Thirty minutes and three pairs of jeans later, Barbara is getting truly desperate. Changing into the fourth pair, she has to pause for a second fighting of her first wave of desperation. “I can’t use my hands, I can’t on stage either”, she thinks. Zipping up the jeans she is relieved though, as this pair is significantly looser fitting as the pair before.
As the photos are being taken, Barbara does everything in her might not to fidget. She succeeds and heads of to change into the final pair of jeans. Luckily for her these are not too tight either.
A couple minutes later the final round of pictures are being taken, however not without the occasional squirm. “Are you alright?”, Julia asks. “Yes, just a little cold”, Barbara quickly replies to dose of any suspicion of her real plight.
“Ok, last picture”
“Thank god”, Barbara whispers to herself.
Quickly walking off to her changing room, she strips the jeans off. A knock on the door, it’s Julia.
“Barbara, our bikini model didn’t show up, mind posing in these two bikini’s while you’re here?”, Julia asks showing two bikini sets.
“Yeah, no problem, but can I use the bathroom first?”
“Uhm, John didn’t tell you? This building doesn’t have bathrooms”
“Oh, well ok then”, Barbara responds coolly. Her mind not so cool however. But she resolves by telling herself that she will be home in an hour, and she can definitely hold another hour.
Changing into the first bikini she is mortified, it’s a size too small and really pressing on her bladder.
She walks out, but not without fidgeting every minute or two during the shoot. Blaming the increased fidgeting on the even colder surroundings as she as now wearing less clothes.
Finished with the first bikini she changes into the second, but with the bottom off, she feels another wave coming, quickly grabbing her bare pussy in the privacy of her changing room.
The wave subsides a she swiftly puts on the second, also very tight, bikini.
“Forty five more minutes and I’m home. I can do this”, she assures herself.
Struggling to stay still, the final shoot takes a little longer than expected but eventually they finish.
She walks off to the changing room for the final time she grabs herself as soon as she’s in there. Fighting of the wave, she dresses in her yoga pants, thanking god she decided to wear those today.
“Let’s go”, Barbara says to John a s she walks out of her dressing room.
“Ok”, is John’s simple reply.
As they hit the motorway again, John strikes up the conversation, complementing Barbara on her brilliance during the photoshoot.
Barbara isn’t really listening though, as she’s fully concentrating on keeping her bladders content in.
Fifteen minutes into the drive home Barbara sees no other resolve than grabbing her pussy through her yoga pants. She tried crossing her legs, fidgeting and bouncing her legs but it’s not enough.
John immediately notices as Barbara grabs herself: ”Are you ok?”
“Yes, just need a wee really badly. The stupid studio didn’t have bathrooms.”
“Didn’t I tell you so?”
“No”, Barbara says a little annoyed.
“Oh sorry. But don’t worry we’ll be at your hose in ten minutes, you can hold it”
“Yes, I can”, she says. “No, I can’t”, she thinks.
But ten minutes later as they pull up to her house she is still holding strong, she even managed to get her key out of her purse already.
Barbara opens the car’s door and thanks John for the ride. But as soon as she gets up she feels gravity is not gonna be her friend today and as soon as she is out of the car she puts both her hands on her pussy. John drives off.
Now alone Barbara feels another wave hit her. She grabs herself even tighter but to no avail. A second or so spurt leaves her urethra and a tear rolls down her cheek.
“Just a little longer”, she says to herself.
Waddling to the front door she removes one hand so she can unlock it.
Another spurt, this one about three seconds long she feels her hand get wet.
“No, this can’t be happening”, she thinks quickly moving her second hand to her crotch again stopping the flow.
She manages to open the door and now stands in her hallway. Another spurt, two hands in her crotch, she stops it. For a second, then another spurt and another.
Now having a dinner size wet spot on her yoga pants, she starts sobbing. She manages to take two steps towards her bathroom as another spurt leaves her.
This one, though cannot be stopped as small trickle continues leaving her pussy. The trickle turns into a stream and she starts peeing uncontrollably through her pants.
A minute later the stream finally subsides and Barbara walks off to her bathroom crying. “Thank god I live alone”, she says to herself out loud.
She takes a quick shower and decides on having an afternoon nap. She steps into her bed naked as she always does.
An hour later she awakes, desperate to pee again.
“How can I fill up this quickly”, she thinks.
However, being so comfy she doesn’t wanna get up. Trying to fall back asleep she succeeds five minutes later.
She sleeps for another five minutes, she wakes up to a spurt.
“Shit”, she thinks feeling her bedsheets. She quickly realises it was just that one spurt that left her.
But trying to get up is hard, another spurt leaves her.
She manages to stop it after two or so seconds and she sits on the edge of her bed.
But as soon as her feet hit the cold floor the flood gates open she is now full on wetting. First on her bed but she quickly slides off, now splattering all of her pee on her feet and floor. She starts crying again.
After another minute she finishes peeing again, having a lot of cleaning to do.
CHAPTER 2
These were the first two times twenty year old Barbara had wet since she was a young girl and she was extremely embarrassed by it. But the warm wetness also gave her a slight sense of pleasure.
Two weeks after the events she’s scheduled a beach day with her best friend Nina.
After waking up she takes a shower, pees in it and puts her white bikini on. She finds a nice summer dress with some flowers on it and puts it on over her bikini. The doorbell rings, it’s Nina.
Nina is wearing a black bikini which can be seen through her translucent white dress. Barbara walks out with a cooler full of beer and water and the girls start walking to the beach since it’s only fifteen minutes from Barbara’s house.
When they arrive they are delighted by the fact that the beach is quiet, only ten or so other people are there. They put their towels down about ten meters from the high-tide line and start drinking water as it’s a hot day.
Two hours and two bottles of water and a can of beer each later they decide it’s time for a swim.
“Just a sec Nina, I need to use the toilet first”, Barbara says.
“Why? Just go through your bikini in the water. I do it all the time.”
Barbara hesitates for a second and asks: “really?”
“Yeah, really”, comes Nina’s reply. “I even pee on the sand. I don’t care”.
Without a warning Nina stands up, spreads her legs a bit and starts peeing.
“Nina, what the fuck, people can see you”.
“So what, everyone pees at the beach. Just go ahead and do it yourself, too”
Barbara walks off to the water and goes in waste deep. She tries to pee, but never having peed in the ocean before it takes some effort to get started.
“Just relax and let it flow”, Nina says with a smile on her face.
Finally Barbara starts peeing, “Wow, that feels good”.
Half an hour later they exit the water and continue drinking their beers.
Six beers each and two hours later they’re ready to go home for lunch and because the heat is getting unbearable.
“First I need a pee”, Barbara says motioning towards the water.
“Just do it here, like me”, Nina says pointing towards her crotch. The sand around it getting darker.
“I don’t know…”
“Just go, nobody cares”
“Well, okay then”, Barbara pushes a little and her pee starts flowing onto the sand. “It tickles my pussy”.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I love peeing my bikini”, Nina smiles.
When the girls finish their pee, they head back to Barbara’s home.
CHAPTER 3
The two girls arrived at Barbara’s place and decided to heat up some leftovers for lunch. As they sat down to eat Barbara couldn’t keep her mind off what Nina had said at the beach.
“So you actually like peeing your bikini?”
Nina just smiled and nodded.
“But how did you find out? I mean… when did you learn that… you know… you like the feeling?”
“By accident really”.
“Do tell”, Barbara said. She wondered how she never knew this, especially since she had told Nina all about her accidents two weeks ago.
“It was before I met you, I was fifteen or so. On holiday with my parents and sister in southern France. We had rented a villa adjacent to a small, private beach. It was around 40 degrees, so really hot. So me and my sister were laying at the beach drinking tons of water. My parents were out visiting a small town or something, so it was just me and my sis. At some point I had fallen asleep and when I woke up I seriously had to pee”.
“So you just went in your bikini right there and then?” Barbara interrupted her.
“No, as I said, it was by accident. Let me finish first.”
“Well, go on then”.
“So I walked back to the villa to use the bathroom, but I found my parents had closed the sliding door at the back and locked it for some reason. So instead I walked around to the front door. But it couldn’t be opened without a key, so there I stood locked out. I guessed my parents wouldn’t be back for at least another couple of hours so I headed back to the beach. My sister had just woken up and asked my what’s up. So I explained my predicament and she said “Fuck I need a pee too”.”
Barbara looked at Nina with more and more interest as the she continued telling her story.
“To pass the time I decided to have a swim, but then it happened as soon as my feet hit the water I felt a wave of desperation come over me. The my pee just started pouring out and I couldn’t stop it. My sister noticed and started laughing, I felt so embarrassed. But at the same time it felt good in my pussy. So the next day when I needed to pee I just went in my bikini while swimming and it felt so good again. Now I pee my bikini every time I need to pee when at the beach.”
Barbara laughed, “Yeah it does feel good. I think I’ll just pee my bikini whenever I need to pee from now on, too”.
“Haha, good girl”, Nina said bursting into laughter.
“But how about your sis? Did she make it to the bathroom?”
“Well, since I was only fifteen I felt insecure about my body and wore a bikini even though no stranger could ever see us at that beach. But my sister was eighteen at the time and she felt comfortable sunbathing in the nude.”
“That still doesn’t answer my question”, Barbara interrupted her.
“Just let me finish”, Nina said laughing. “She held it for another hour or so. But then she started complaining that it hurt. Then out of nowhere while lying on the sand she said fuck it and started peeing right there and then not having to worry about her bikini getting wet. She finished with a sigh of relieve and smiled at me. We burst into laughter and that’s it really”.
“Wow that was surprising. Anyway, wanna watch a movie and stay the night? It’s summer holiday anyway so we don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow,” Barbara asked.
“Sure”, was Nina’s simple reply as the two girls started clearing the table.
CHAPTER 4
About half an hour later the girls had finished up the dishes and had set themselves up to watch “Bridesmaids”. They had a big bag of popcorn and a bottle of wine ready. An hour into the two hour and fifteen minute movie Barbara feels a familiar twinge in her bladder, but too focussed on the movie she ignores it.
But the alcohol is helping her fill up quite rapidly and fifteen minutes later she can’t help but start fidgeting slightly.
“Need to pee again?”, Nina asks noticing Barbara.
“Yup”.
“Well you’re not alone, the wine isn’t helping”.
They both smile and continue watching the movie.
During the next half hour both girls increase their fidgeting and eventually Barbara moves one hand towards her private area.
“You know we can pause so you can use the bathroom”, Nina says smiling.
“Nah, just half an hour or so left. I can wait. I don’t like to pause movies”, Barbara says taking another sip of her wine.
“Whatever”, Nina says slightly annoyed. She secretly hoped Barbara would pause so they could both go and pee as Nina herself feels the need to grab herself slightly.
“I can see you’re pretty desperate yourself”, Barbara says motioning towards Nina’s crotch.
Pretending not to hear her, Nina returns her view to the TV.
Twenty minutes of desperation later Barbara suddenly gasps and moves her second to her crotch as well.
“You lost some?”, Nina asks.
“Nearly”.
“The movie’s almost over though”.
“Thank god, I don’t wanna have an accident again”.
A good five minutes later the credits start rolling and both girls get up immediately. Both have both their hands firmly gripped on their crotches.
“You only have one toilet, and since I’m the guest I can go first”, is the first thing Nina says.
“No. I’m way to desperate, hearing you relieving yourself will be too much to handle.”
“I’ll have to race you to the toilet than”.
What ensues most be the slowest race in history as both girls have both hands to their pussies and their legs tightly crossed. Nina however started closer to the bathroom door and thus reaches it first.
She removes one hand to open the door but instantly loses a spurt when she touches the handle.
“Fuck. Not now, just a couple more steps”, she thinks to herself. But even the couple more steps prove to be too much and she starts leaking just in front of the toilet. She quickly hikes her dress and sits down, not bothering to lower her bikini bottoms. She pees for nearly a minute until the stream subsides.
Meanwhile, being a few steps behind Nina, Barbara is losing a spurt with every step she takes. The sound of Nina’s pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl makes her spurts turn into a steady trickle.
She sees no other option than to quickly hop over into the shower. Her dress is already wet from the leaks while both her hands pushed it up against her pussy. She doesn’t even bother hiking it up anymore and releases a torrent of piss through her bikini bottoms and dress right there in the shower.
When the two girls finish peeing, they examine the wetness on their clothes. Both their bikini bottoms are absolutely drenched and so is the lower part of Barbara’s dress. Nina’s dress also shows some signs of wetness from when she lost control before she could hike it up.
“I need a shower”, is Barbara’s conclusion.
“Me too.”
Since Barbara’s shower is quite large and the girls had seen each other naked countless times before, Barbara offered to share. Nina didn’t hesitate to accept. They stripped down and stepped into the shower.
“You know, despite it being a bit embarrassing, it did feel good to my pussy”, Barbara smiles.
“Same here”. They both burst into laughter.
After showering Barbara puts their pissy bikinis and dresses in the washing machine: “wanna borrow some clothes? Or walk around naked?”
Nina didn’t have to think twice: ”Naked it is, but you have to do so too”.
“Sure”, Barbara said laughing.
TO BE CONTINUED |
The next chapter involves something I would love to be a part of someday. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 9
The rest of the day was quite uneventful, whenever the girls felt the need to pee while outside they would pee wherever they were, whenever they were inside they’d quickly go outside to pee there. But while having dinner Nina felt the need to spice things up a bit.
“Girls, let’s have a pee holding contest tonight”.
Barbara and Alexis happily agreed and after so pleading looks from the three so did Sienna.
“Ok so after dinner we all go pee to make it fair”, Nina continued.
“And to make it completely fair we all drink the same amount of liquids”, Barbara adds.
The girls quickly finish their dinners and empty their bladders on the patio. They decide to start their contest on the beach. The first bottle of beer goes down quickly and so do the second and third.
“Who’s ready for some shots?”, Barbara asks grabbing a bottle of vodka from the cooler they brought for the drinks.
“Sure!”, the others exclaimed.
“I’ll go grab some shot glasses”, Sienna says.
“Already thought of that”, Barbara says as she retrieves four shot glasses from the cooler.
The girls down their shots and grab another bottle of beer each.
When they finish their bottles they’re an hour and a half into the challenge and Sienna is the first to show the signs of needing to pee.
“Did I just see you wriggle a bit?”, Alexis asks her.
Sienna shamefully smiles but keeps quiet.
“Ready for another round?”, Barbara asks.
“Sure”, Nina replies confidently.
She and Barbara quickly down their beers. Alexis soon finishes hers too, but Sienna takes some more time to finish hers.
“Come on drink faster”, Nina tells her.
“I don’t wanna”, Sienna replies slightly worried about her growing need to pee.
“Why not? Getting desperate? I can hold for ages”, Barbara says teasingly.
“Hmm, hmm”, is all Sienna says.
It takes her another five minutes to finish her beer, but as soon as she has Alexis speaks up.
“Let’s switch to water.”
“Why?”, Nina asks.
“I don’t wanna get too wasted”, Alexis lies. Since the bottles of water are bigger she hopes it will make Sienna pee earlier.
“Well okay then”, Barbara says handing each girl a bottle.
But before finishing her bottle Sienna starts to squirm constantly and by the time she has finished it she can’t stay still. Alexis herself is also getting fidgety whilst Barbara and Nina have shown no signs of desperation yet.
“Getting desperate sis?”, Nina asks Alexis.
“Not too bad”, Alexis replies clearly lying.
Meanwhile Sienna has resorted to moving her free hand towards her pussy.
“At least not as bad as her”, Alexis adds noticing Sienna.
“Let’s take another round of shots”, Barbara says while already pouring.
Squirming so much, Sienna struggles to down it, but eventually succeeds.
Five minutes later Nina and Barbara also start getting a little fidgety.
“Finally, I thought you girls were cheating, still not having to pee”, Sienna says worriedly.
“Haha, just have a big bladder I guess”, Nina smiles.
“I guess so”, Sienna says.
Nina proceeds by saying she’s thirsty again and Barbara hands everyone another beer.
After two tiny sips, Sienna suddenly gets up.
“Here hold my beer”, she says to Alexis who’s sitting next to her.
“Why?”, Alexis asks, taking Sienna bottle.
But Sienna doesn’t even need to answer, as soon as her hand is free she moves it to the other hand which was still tight on her bare pussy. She then starts to do a full on pee-pee dance.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I need to go so bad. I can’t hold it”, she screams while dancing. Suddenly she freezes: “Oh no, oh no”.
“You lost some”, Alexis asks.
“Just a squirt, but I can’t hold on much…. Oooooooooh no”, she exclaims. Another spurt has left her aching pussy wetting both her hands.
Two seconds later another spurt, this one she can’t stop though: “Guess I lost”, she says while slowly relaxing her muscles. What ensues is a good minute of peeing ending with a sigh of relief.
The other girls laugh, but seeing Sienna pee isn’t exactly helping their situations and Alexis is next in fidgeting constantly.
“Wow sis, I guess you’re next”, Nina says laughing at her sister’s desperation.
“No way!”, she says determinedly, “I can outlast you”.
“Yeah right”, Nina says while squirming herself.
The girls then finish their bottles of beer and start on a bottle of water. By the time it’s finished Sienna gets up again.
“I guess the seal’s broken. I need to go again”, and she spreads her legs and pees for another thirty seconds.
The hissing and sight of relief is too much for Alexis to handle as a tiny squirt leaves her. She quickly tightens her muscles and grabs her pussy with both hands.
“Wow sis, sure you can outlast me. Looks like you lost some there”.
“No, I did not!”, Alexis lies.
“Here have another round of beer”, Barbara says handing out a bottle to Alexis and Nina. Sienna – having lost already – declines this round.
Alexis removes one hand to accept the bottle, but instantly another spurt leaves her. Clenching her muscles even tighter she manages to stop it.
“Oh no”, she whispers a minute or two later.
“What’s it, sis? Can’t hold it?”
“Yes I…..”
Hissssss.
“Can, you wanna say?”, Nina laughs, “then what’s that hissing I hear”.
“I… I’m peeing”, Alexis shamefully admits.
“Guess I beat you then sis”.
Alexis can’t even be bothered to get up and finishes her pee while sitting down. Her pee lasts well over a minute.
Barbara and Nina each take another bottle of water and finish it over the course of fifteen minutes. Both of them can’t resist constantly fidgeting by that time.
“Another beer Nina?”, Barbara asks.
“Why don’t we all have one and chug it”, Alexis suggests.
Hesitantly Nina and Barbara agree. They all start drinking but about halfway through both girls still in the contest grab themselves with their free hands.
“Were getting close to the end of it”, Sienna says smiling at Alexis.
“Let’s help them a bit”, Alexis says standing up. She spreads her legs and starts peeing again. Sienna soon follows.
Now having finished chugging, both Barbara and Nina use their second hand as well.
“I’m gonna win this”, Nina says.
“No, you’re not”, Barbara replies.
It takes another minute before Nina stands up and starts pee-pee dancing. But it’s Barbara who loses he first spurt.
“Oh no”, she says. She clenches her muscles even tighter and manages to stop it.
Then Nina loses a spurt, she also tries to stop it. But to no avail. The spurt turns into a trickle and seeing the hopelessness of the situation she gives in.
“Congrats Barbs, you win”, Nina says with a sigh of relieve as she continues emptying her bladder.
“Thanks”, Barbara says while removing her hands from her crotch. And while still sitting down she relaxes her muscles and starts her minute and a half of pure relief.
“Wow, you must have the largest bladder in history”, Sienna jokes.
The girls then decide it’s time to head off to bed to end this eventful evening.
CHAPTER 10
The next morning all four girls woke up in a wet bed, the combination of having broken the seal, still filling up and alcohol made them wet the bed. Nina had once again peed in her sleep and so had her older sister.
This time Sienna couldn’t be bothered to get up and decided to just let it flow while lying in bed while awake. Barbara had done the same as she had the night before.
Overnight, storm clouds had accumulated on the coast and it was now raining cats and dogs.
“Guess we’ll have to stay inside today, weather forecast isn’t too great”, Barbara says scrolling her phone. “Tomorrow’s gonna be just like yesterday though.”
“Good thing we brought books and games then”, Sienna replies.
The girls finish their breakfast consisting of bread, bacon and eggs to help them deal with their hangovers along with hefty amounts of juice and coffee.
“I’m gonna have a shower to wash the stickiness from my pee off”, Nina announces. Actually she is feeling quite full again and is using the shower as excuse to relieve herself.
“Sure. I’m going after you”, Sienna says feeling her own need grow. She’s already on her fourth cup of coffee after also having three glasses of juice. Actually, a second later she squirms.
Nina turns the shower on and as soon as she steps under it releases her flow. The takes a ten minute shower to properly clean and proceeds by drying off.
Meanwhile, in the living room the other three girls each admit they need to pee.
“But no way I’m going outside in this weather”, Alexis says.
By the time Nina comes out of the bathroom Sienna can’t even sit still anymore and she quickly jumps up. She opens the bathroom door and locks it behind her. She turns on the shower but the sound of running water makes her pee before she can even get under it.
Her pee hits the floor and she quickly jumps in to make sure her pee goes down the drain. She too takes a ten minute shower before drying off.
“I’m next”, Barbara says squirming.
Not much later she and Alexis feel the need to grab themselves again.
“Don’t you need to go sis”, Alexis asks Nina.
“Nope. What do you think I did while showering?”, she asks.
“Well yeah, I could have figured”, Alexis replies.
Finally Sienna appears from the bathroom and Barbara runs in. Not even bothering to close the door or turning on the shower Barbara pops in and releases her flow.
“Wanna pee too, before I shower”, she screams towards Alexis.
“No, I can hold it until it’s my turn. But thanks anyways.”
Fifteen minutes later the water’s still running. But the loudest sound that can be heard is Alexis’ right foot constantly tapping in an effort to hold back the golden liquid that’s dying to escape.
“What’s taking her so long?”, she desperately asks. “I can’t hold anymore, I’ll go in the sink.”
She removes one of her hands from her aching pussy to stand up. But as soon as she does she loses control.
“Oh no, just a couple more seconds”, she says tears welling up in her eyes. “Apart from last night I’ve never involuntarily lost control and that was in a competition. I’m not gonna have a real accident”, she says to herself in an effort to make it to the bathroom sink.
But the spurt that left her as soon as she had removed her hand has turned into a trickle. And as soon as she attempts to stand up the trickle turns into a stream.
“Oh my fucking god, this can’t be happening”, she cries.
But she can’t stop the stream and a puddle is now forming on the couch she was sitting on, soon it overflows forming a waterfall to the ground.
“Don’t worry, it happens. Accidents happen. Don’t cry sis”, Nina tries to comfort Alexis. “We’ll clean it up and no one ever has to know apart from us”.
By the time the girls are almost finished cleaning Barbara appears from the bathroom instantly realising what has happened. “I’m so sorry I took too long”, she says while hugging Alexis. “Now go have a shower and clean yourself up. Again, I’m so sorry”.
“Don’t worry about it. After all I declined you offer to pee before”, Alexis tells her.
When Alexis is done showering the girls decide to play a game of monopoly.
TO BE CONTINUED
Edited March 23, 2017 by largebio
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Chapter 12 is based on my favourite lovewetting.com video. Chapter 13 is the final part of the huge holiday chapter. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 12
When the game of monopoly had ended, the downpour outside still hadn’t. They had lunch and are now on to a game of twister.
“Left hand on blue, Barbara”, Sienna says being the spinner this round.
Barbara does as she’s ordered and now it’s Nina’s turn.
“Right foot on yellow”.
Nina moves her foot: “Can we stop for a bathroom break, I kinda need to pee again”.
“No, unless you wanna lose”, Barbara tells her fidgeting herself.
“You need to go too?”, Nina asks seeing Barbara fidgeting.
Barbara nods.
“Well that makes three of us”, Alexis adds.
Three rounds later Barbara has her left foot on red and her right foot on green, so her legs are spread to the max. She is ordered to put her left hand on red as well. But fidgeting she almost falls over: “Oh, god! I need to go so bad. I need to grab myself”.
“Don’t, or you lose”, Nina bugs her.
Not wanting to lose, Barbara tightens her whole body to prevent leakage and succeeds.
“Nina, left foot on yellow”.
Nina does as instructed, but as she puts her hand down she hears a splatter.
“Oh fuck! Oh no!”, Barbara screams. She manages to stop the leakage after a couple of seconds. “I’m fine again”, she then says.
“Alexis, left foot on blue”.
Alexis happily does so as her right foot is on yellow it allows her to press her thighs together.
“Barbara, left hand on blue”.
This forces Barbara to lean over in such a way it puts more pressure on her bladder. Too much pressure that is and she loses control again.
“Oh no! I can’t stop it”, she exclaims feeling the trickle turn into a stream. “Fuck!” She then decides trying to stop the flow won’t work and pees her heart out until her bladder’s empty.
“Hey, that’s gross, it’s making my hand and feet wet!” Nina says.
“Well you can always step off the mat, but that does mean you lose”, Barbara responds now fully relieved.
“No way!”
“Nina, right foot on blue”.
Nina lifts up her right leg and puts it down, but the now wet mat has become slippery and Nina slips and falls on her bum.
“Guess you lose”, Alexis laughs, “good thing you have a nice round ass though. Helps softening the fall”.
It indeed has, but the impact on the ground has caused her to lose control of her bladder and Nina is now full on pissing.
“Awww, my little sis couldn’t hold it again”, Alexis laughs.
Defeated, Nina gets up and steps off the mat. All while still peeing.
“Wow, all this peeing is making me desperate too”, Sienna says. She spreads her legs a little and relaxes. Her pee starts flowing out while she spins again. “Alexis, left foot on blue”.
“It already is”, Alexis smiles.
“Barbara, right foot on yellow”, Sienna says while her stream has turned into a small trickle.
“Aye aye, ma’am”, she says.
Another five turns each later the game is still undecided. “Alexis, right hand on green”.
Alexis does as she is ordered, but a second after she put her hand down a wave of desperation hits her. She starts tapping her right foot heavily.
“Barbara, left foot on green”.
Barbara does so with Alexis still tapping her foot, now faster and faster.
“Alexis, right foot on green as well”. Now having to stop tapping to move her foot, she feels her pee running down her urethra. Instinctively, she grabs her pussy with her right hand, but Barbara notices.
“Ha, your hand is off, I win”, she says.
Nina and Sienna nod in agreement.
Meanwhile, grabbing herself was to no avail and Alexis is now also peeing.
“Guess my big sis couldn’t hold it again”, Nina says mimicking Alexis from earlier.
“At least I held it the longest”, Alexis replies with a sigh of relief.
It take a minute for her to finish: “Hey, we’re not the only ones who stopped pissing, God did as well”, she says pointing out the window.
Finally, the rain outside has stopped and even the sun can be vaguely seen through the clouds.
“Let’s get this mess cleaned up and then go outside, where we can pee without having to clean up”, Barbara laughs.
CHAPTER 13
Their third night in the villa the girls again peed their beds, the next morning the weather was beautiful again, putting the girls in a good mood.
“Today’s another beach day I guess?”, Nina asks while the girls are cleaning up after breakfast. The three others immediately agree.
“I’m not gonna bother taking a shower, I’ll just swim for a bit”, Nina says. The others agree and they head outside.
The second they’re outside Alexis starts peeing while still walking towards the beach. “Sorry ‘bout that, it’s pretty urgent”, she laughs.
The rest of the day is spent on the beach or in the sea, the girls peeing whenever they fancy. They only go inside to make lunch and dinner and go to bed.
The final three days are also spent like this and every night all four girls wet their beds.
The last evening the girls thoroughly clean the villa, especially their bedrooms and when finished head back outside.
“You know, now that our bedrooms are clean, we can’t really pee there anymore, can we?”, Sienna says.
“You’re right, so why don’t we sleep on the beach?”, Barbara suggests. They all agree.
The next morning the girls shower, eat breakfast and for the first time in a week put on some clothes. Then they put their suitcases in the van and start their long journey back to the Netherlands.
Barely an hour into the trip Barbara feels a familiar twinge in her bladder: “Can we pull over soon, I need to pee.”
“Already?”, Nina, who’s driving, asks.
“Well, peeing whenever I felt the slightest urge the last four days hasn’t helped my holding ability”, Barbara replies.
“Same here”, Alexis adds.
Half an hour later there’s still no rest stop in sight.
“Oh my god, I need to go so bad!”, Barbara screams, grabbing herself with two hands. “I can’t wet my father’s car”.
“That sign says there’s a rest stop in five kilometres”, Nina says, “you can hold for another couple minutes, can you?”
“I hope so”.
Three minutes later Nina parks the car and Barbara jumps out. With two hands still firmly pressed against her girlhood she waddles over to the bathroom building. She tries to open the door to the women’s toilet, but it’s locked.
“Une minute, s’il vous plait”, she hears a woman say from the other side of the door.
But a minute will be too long, Barbara hikes her skirt and pulls down her panties. She pops to a squat and releases a torrent of piss even before she is well positioned getting her underwear wet.
“Oh my lord”, Alexis says coming around the corner with a hand up her crotch herself.
“I couldn’t wait a second longer and it’s occupied”.
Thirty seconds later the French woman appears from the bathroom, weirdly glancing over at Barbara and Alexis. The latter quickly moving into the bathroom.
By now Sienna and Nina have also made their way to the bathroom.
“Couldn’t make it?”, Nina asks.
“No, there was a woman in there, but at least my skirt’s dry”, Barbara says as she is taking off her panties, “I’ll go commando the rest of the way”.
Alexis emerges from the toilet and says: “it’s a typical hole-in-the-ground”.
“At least that means we can share”, Nina says to Sienna and they both make their way into the toilet.
“Kept your underwear dry”, Barbara asks Alexis.
“Barely, but yes, completely dry”.
Not much later Sienna and Nina reappear from the bathroom and not being as desperate as the other two they managed to keep their undergarments dry easily.
“From now on, let’s stop every hour so we keep the car dry”, Barbara says.
And so it goes, the girls stop and relieve themselves every time. But in France they have dozens of rest stops, in Belgium not so much. And when they are on the Brussels ring road they hit traffic. An accident has happened five kilometres up the road and the traffic is being diverted over the shoulder. It takes the girls two hours to complete the five kilometre stretch.
“Thank god we’re past that”, Nina says, “now let’s stop at the nearest stop”.
But an hour later the girls have not past one yet and all four of them, including driver Barbara are fidgeting in their seats.
“We need to pull over somewhere”, Barbara says, “I can’t focus on driving right now. I’m taking the next exit and we’ll look for a toilet in the first village we reach.”
“Yes please”, Nina says bouncing in her seat.
As promised Barbara takes the exit they reach ten kilometres further: “Next town is fifteen kilometres from here”.
Nina, Alexis and Sienna have once again resorted to holding themselves with both their hands.
“Oh my god I need to go so bad”, Nina says.
“Stop whining, I have to hold without my hands”, Barbara says slightly annoyed. “Oh no, oh no, oh no”.
“What’s it?”, Sienna asks.
“I lost some. I can’t hold it anymore, oh no, I can’t wet my father’s seat”.
“Hissss”.
“Oh fuck, I’m peeing, I can’t hold back”, Barbara starts crying.
She sees a bus stop located next to a side road a pulls over, but the damage is done. A waterfall is cascading down the driver’s seat and Barbara is crying.
“My dad’s gonna kill me”.
Nina seeing that she won’t hold until they reach the village opens the passenger door and hikes her skirt and starts peeing through her undies. Sienna and Alexis soon follow her lead. All three of them take off their wet panties when they’re done but are relieved they managed to keep their seats and skirts dry.
Then Nina heads over to her best friend who shyly climbed ou of the car. “Come on Barbi, remember what you told me when I had those night time accidents?”
“Accidents?”, Alexis interrupts her, “as in more than one?”
“Yeah I wet Barbara’s bed last month, but that doesn’t matter now, does it” Nina angrily replies. “Accidents happen”, she then tells Barbara soothingly, “accidents happen Barbi”.
“Well yeah, but you didn’t ruin your dad’s car, did you? He’s gonna kill me”.
“Hey accidents happen okay. I’ll put a towel on it, drive the last stretch and then when we’re home we’ll wash it with some water. Your pee was so clear it will hardly smell. It’s gonna be fine. Trust me”.
Nina drives the last hour and a half until they reach Barbara’s home where they will all sleep tonight. They unpack the car and clean the driver’s seat.
“You see, no smell at all”, Nina says to a still shocked Barbara.
TO BE CONTINUED
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CHAPTER 15
The girls cleaned their mess and had breakfast.
“Allright, girls let’s get you home”, Barbara says.
The girls put their suitcases back in the van and drive to Sienna’s home, Alexis and Nina are next.
“Bye girls!”, Barbara waves as the sister enter their shared house.
Then Barbara drives of to her parent’s house. “I hope they can’t smell the pee, there’s no stain, but the smell, I’m not sure about it”, she mumbles to herself.
She parks the car, gets out and rings the doorbell. Her mum answers.
“Hey sweety, come in. Tell us about your holiday”.
Barbara tells about her holiday for about fifteen minutes and conveniently forgets to tell about the girls’ peeing experiences.
“All right, sounds you four had an amazing time”, her father concludes. “Your mom and I need to get some groceries, shall we drop you off at your place?”
“Yes, please”, she says. They make their way to the van with Barbara doing everything she can to hide her nervousness.
Her father inspects the car: “Seems like you didn’t have an accident”.
Barbara nervously smiles stating she and her friends are excellent drivers.
Then her father crawls behind the wheel, while her mother sits down on the passenger seat.
Her father looks down at the driver’s seat.
“Oh, no”, Barbara thinks to herself.
Then her father readjusts the seat, much to Barbara’s relief.
Her parents drop her off, and Barbara enters her house. The first thing she does is texting her friends that her parents had no idea about the wetting, or at least didn’t mention it.
A week has gone by and Barbara is sitting on her couch watching TV, the Dutch summer has kicked in and the weather is dreadful. She hears sirens in the distance. Then she hears sirens come closer, then they stop.
She gets up and looks out her window, it’s the fire department, but there’s no fire. On the contrary.
“Ding dong”
Barbara answers the door: “Hello ma’am”, a young police officer says, “as you can see the water main’s burst”.
Barbara looks over the officer’s shoulder noticing the entire street is flooded.
“This means you can’t use anything that requires water”.
“Including the toilet?”
“Including the toilet”.
“Ok, thanks”. She closes the door and is slightly worried, she had felt a slight urge to pee the last hour, but being lazy she decided to ignore it.
Three hours go by, her urge has increased and Barbara’s now fidgeting every now and then.
“Ding dong”
It’s the same officer again: “I’m sorry to tell you ma’am, but it’s gonna be four more hours until you’ll have access to water again”.
“Ok, that’s fine”, Barbara answers. She closes the door and immediately starts squirming. Getting up hasn’t helped her urge. “Oh god, how am I gonna hold it four more hours?”, she asks herself out loud.
The next hour goes by squirming, and now she’s firmly grabbing herself. “Oh god, three more hours, no way I’m gonna make it”.
Desperate for relief she thinks of a place where she can relieve herself. “Sink? No, I can’t rinse it out. Garden? Not in this rain. Bucket? Yeah, that sounds all right”.
Relieved she found a solution, she makes her way upstairs towards her spare room, where she keeps her bucket. But every step or two, she has to stop and grab herself tightly to prevent leakage.
Finally she makes it to the top of the stairs. She has both hands firmly on the crotch of her jeans making her way over to the door. She removes one hand to open the door.
“Shit!”, she exclaims as a first spurt leaves her. She debates grabbing herself with both hands again or just moving forward, but quickly decides just moving forward will do least damage.
She opens the door and walks in, another spurt. Two more steps and yet another spurt, this one being three seconds long. A saucer sized wet spot is visible on her tight jeans.
“Fuck, why do I keep my bucket on the top shelf?”
She fully stretches her free arm and stands on her toes. But it’s too much, another spurt escapes, turning into a trickle. Instinctively, she puts her free hand back on her crotch, but it’s too late.
There she stands, totally wetting her jeans like there’s no tomorrow.
A minute later she finishes.
“Ding dong”
“Oh god, not now”, she thinks.
Shyly, she opens the door just poking her head around the door. A good looking twenty-something guy stands in front of her.
“Hello, ma’am. I’m with the water company. We managed to fix the leak early, can I come in to check you have water again?”
Barbara turns bright red from pure shame. “Yeah sure”, is all she manages to say.
Barbara opens the door a little further, still hiding her lower body behind it and points towards the kitchen. The guy walks into the kitchen and turns on the tap.
“Seems like all’s working just fine again. You can also use the toilet again, a lot of your neighbours were close to bursting. Pun in….”, he stops talking as he turns around now facing Barbara.
“Oh, sorry ma’am. I didn’t know that…. You know. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“No, thanks”.
“Okay, I’ll go then”.
As soon as she hears the door close, she walks to her bathroom, now crying, and strips her wet jeans. She puts them, along with her panties, in the washing machine and jumps in the shower.
“I can’t believe myself. That was the hottest guy I’ve seen in ages and he’s seen me in my peed jeans. He’s gonna think I’m a baby”, is all she can think about while in the shower.
CHAPTER 16
The next day Nina decides to visit her best friend. Not having seen each other in over a week Nina brings up Barbara’s accident in the car.
“Thank god your dad didn’t find out”, Nina says happily.
“Yeah”, Barbara says softly.
“What’s up? You don’t look your happy self today”.
“Well, you know yesterday, when the water pipe burst? I…I peed myself”.
“Well, that’s not such a big deal is it? I mean you couldn’t use the toilet, could you?”
“That’s not it”, Barbara says and she starts telling about how she peed herself. But when she gets to the point where the guy rang the doorbell, she hesitates.
“I got the feeling you haven’t told everything just yet”, Nina says comfortingly.
“Well, I answered the door, and it was the cutest guy you’ve ever seen. I hid my lower body behind the door but he needed to come in. He was with the water company and he needed to see whether my water was running again. And that’s when he saw my wet jeans.”
“Yeah, but he understood, right? I mean you did have an excuse, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but he was like so cute, I would have asked him out right there and the if only my jeans had been dry”, Barbara says nearly crying again from the embarrassment.
“Well, maybe not. If he’s understanding”.
Then Barbara’s phone rings.
“Hello, this is Barbara speaking”.
“Hello, it’s Peter Janssens. I’m with the water company, I’m calling to check if the water’s still running”.
“Yes, it is”.
“Okay, thanks. And I’m so so sorry, we couldn’t fix it in time for you know…”
“It’s all right”.
“Actually, I have a question. It’s rather embarrassing”.
“Well, okay, go ahead”.
“I was thinking, maybe… You might like if you want…. You wanna go out with me this Friday?”
“Are you serious?”
“Well, yeah sorry I over….”
“Don’t be sorry, of course I want”, Barbara says now extremely happy.
“Okay I’ll pick you up at 18:30, okay?”
“Okay. Bye.”
“Bye”.
“What was that about? You were about to cry, and now you look like the happiest girl alive.”
“It was that guy, he asked me out”.
“See, you didn’t ruin your chances, he like you”.
“Guess he does!” Barbara heads over to her fridge and pulls out two beers. “Let’s celebrate”.
The girls opened their beers: “Cheers”.
“I have a confession to make. You’re not the only one in this room who wet herself last week”.
“Do tell”.
“So it was two days ago, I woke up around nine. Alexis was in the bathroom and for some reason she locked the door. Guess she wanted some privacy while she was… You know… Playing with herself,” Nina laughs.
“Haha”, Barbara laughs out loud.
“So, I knocked on the door. She said she couldn’t open ‘cause she was showering. I explained I was bursting and had already leaked a tiny spurt onto the floor. But still she wouldn’t open. I begged and I begged and finally she opened the door. But it was too late. I couldn’t hold any longer. I was a meter away from the toilet when it just poured into my hands. I quickly sat down on the toilet, but the bathroom was a mess already. She laughed, I was embarrassed.”
“Well, it wasn’t nearly as bad as my wetting”.
“I know, but Alex won’t stop teasing me about it”.
TO BE CONTINUED |
CHAPTER 21
"Ding Dong"
Barbara opens the door.
"Ready to go?", Nina asks her.
"Yep".
"Okay then, let's go to the pool".
While Barbara is driving Nina is unuasually quiet.
"What's up why are you so quiet?", Barbara asks.
"Well, it's been a while since I peed my bikini, so I drank a lot of water, so this opportunity doesn't get wasted. But I think I had a little too much. I'm quite desperate already".
"Please don't wet my car".
"I won't", Nina says doubtfully.
But she wouldn't, when the girls arrive at the pool, she's still perfectly dry.
But getting out of the car is a whole new challenge, the added pressure from standing up urges Nina to put a hand on her crotch for a short while.
"Okay let's hurry up", Barbara says.
While waiting in line to pay the entrance fee, Nina keeps shifting her weight from one leg to the other. After they paid they quickly make their way to the changing rooms.
"Ohhh, why didn't we put our bikinis on beforehand?", Nina asks.
No answer. They walk around the changing area all cubicles are taken. They walk around a bit more until finally ones comes up free.
"Let's share, I guess this is the only one free", Barbara suggests.
"Sure, just hurry". Now being in a private setting, Nina immediately grabs her pussy again to fight off a wave.
She somehow manages to unbutton her shorts, but fidgetting around she can't stand still long enough on one leg to get them of.
She finally manages to and sits down to put her bikini bottom on, but the first spurt escapes. She quickly pulls up her bottoms and grabs herself again.
"Just let loose", Barbara says. "No way you'll get you top on without wetting".
Without second thought, Nina releases her muscles and starts peeing. First her bikini gets soaked, then a puddle forms on the bench, until - not much later - it overflows creating a nice big waterfall down to the floor where her pee puddles up before flowing towards the drain.
"You naughty, naughty girl", Barbara, changed into her white bikini, laughs. "Now move over, I need to go too".
"Wait! You can't pee in a white bikini, the yellowness will show".
"Oh damn. Didn't think of that", Barbara replies, while taking her bikini bottom back off.
"What are you doing?"
"Just watch", she says squatting down over the drain. She releases her hold and starts peeing straight into the drain.
"Nice aim", Nina compliments her.
"Haha. Thanks".
When finished, the girls make their way towards the grassy area where they will put down their stuff before jumping into the pool.
After an hour the girls get bored, and they head back to their towels for a tanning session.
Half an hour into it, Nina admits she needs to pee again, having filled up quickly, because well, that's what happens after you had a desperate pee.
"But I don't wanna get up yet", she continues.
Barbara, half a sleeps replies with an indifferent "Uh-humn".
Fifteen minutes later, Nina is too desperate to lay still. For a second she contemplates her options.
"Let's head to the big water slide", she then says.
Barbara agrees and the girls make their way to the slide.
Climbing the stairs is turning out to be quite the ordeal for Nina, but evantually the girls arrive at the top.
No-one else is up there, which prompts Nina to be adventerous. "Watch this", she says.
She sits down at the top of the slide and starts peeing down it prompting Barbara to burst into laughter.
"Aren't you affraid, people will see?"
"No, it's hardly yellow. No-one could tell it's pee coming down".
After she's finished Nina goes down the slide, quickly followed by Barbara, after which they go back to their towels.
After another hour of suntanning, the girls decide it's time to go back home.
"My bikini is completely dry, I don't need to change".
"So is mine. Besides I'm not gonna wait around for another cubicle to become free".
When exiting the pool, the girls need to go through a gate. Barbara goes first, followed by Nina.
While walking behind her friend Nina notices something.
"Why are you walking so weird. Need to pee, huh?"
"Well quite a lot. I held it on purpose, because I wanna wet my bikini. But as you said, if I wet this one it'll become too yellow. So I'll hold until were back at my place".
"Just make sure you don't wet your car", Nina winks.
Barbara manages to keep her car dry during the fifteen minute drive back home, and as soon as she arrives she races to her room.
Now one hand firmly in her crotch, she searches her closet for her black bikini. When she finally finds it she needs to use her other hand to fight off a massive wave.
Somehow she manages and quickly pulls down her bottoms before another wave hits her.
Now naked apart from her bikini top, she thrusts her hands back into her crotch, pressing a finger into her pussy to stop any urine from leaking out.
"How did you plan on getting that black bottom on with your hands placed there", Nina aks having followed Barbara into her room.
"Good question". Slowly she removes her first hand, and then her second. But as soon as she does, a spurt escapes.
She quickly grabs her pussy again, but to no avail. Another spurt, and another, and another one. Then the spurts turn into a steady stream. Her pee pooling up in her hands.
"Fuck!", she screams before removing her hands and peeing her heart out.
"Guess you need to mob up some pee here", Nina laughs.
"Yeah, and I still didn't pee my bikini".
Barbara, with some 'help' from Nina cleans her floor, thanking herself she chose hardwood.
"Wanna stay for dinner", she than asks Nina.
"Sure, as long as you make your famous pasta".
Barbara agrees to cook it, and during the thirty minutes it takes her to make it, she gulps down five glasses of water.
She serves it up, along with a beer for each of them. The girls decide to eat in the garden, still in their bikinis.
When they've both finished their plates and beers Barbara announces she has to pee again.
"Finally I can do it in my bikini", she smiles as she releases a good thirty second pee whilst still seated in her plastic chair.
Nina soon follows her example and release her own ocean that had been building up for quite some time.
"Wanna sleep over tonight?", Barbara then asks her.
Having to work early tomorrow morning, Nina declines and the girls say their goodbyes.
TO BE CONTINUED |
Nicole and Melissa were roommates, friends, and college activists. Today, they were at the tail end of a protest around climate change. Neither were paying that much attention to the march at the moment, though.
Melissa turned to Nicole. "I really have to pee."
Nicole said, "Me too. We've been marching for hours. I don't know where we are in the city."
Melissa looked around, but they were now in a residential neighborhood - no public bathrooms. "Alright, keep a lookout - if we see a spot let's dip out."
They marched on for a few minutes, but Melissa stopped short and grabbed at her crotch. A couple protestors around them looked at her strangely, but they were busy marching and walked by. Nicole stopped and turned to her, concerned. "You okay?"
"I just... I just leaked a little."
Melissa pulled her hand out and looked down, but saw nothing on her dark blue jean shorts. Her red panties, on the other hand, definitely felt wet. Melissa said, "I think I'm good. We close to any bathroom?"
Nicole pulled out Google Maps. "It says there's a coffeeshop a couple blocks to the right - let's dip out now and check that out."
Melissa didn't need any more excuse to leave. Nicole, actually, felt like she had leaked too - her black underwear under her light blue jeans felt a little wet, but she wasn't going to admit that out loud. Just a couple of blocks! Making it harder, though, was a desperate, desperate need to poop. She hadn't gone in a couple days, and her butt cheeks were clearly clenched, clad in her jeans. She glanced at Melissa and thought she saw her clench and unclench her butt as well. Maybe she wasn't alone in her desperation.
They walked in silence, Melissa grabbing her crotch a couple times along the way. Nicole wanted to, but she wanted to keep some air of dignity to her. She did risk a couple of silent farts, hoping to relieve the pressure. Less than a block away, though, and a fart backfired; she felt the head of a turd rush out. She quickly clenched, but it was already out and definitely touching cotton. Her anus held it in place, but couldn't close in. Now she was walking while turtleheading! She felt her face go bright red, but she knew no one could see. If she could just make it to the bathroom a real disaster could be avoided.
They were then in the parking lot of the coffeeshop before disaster struck for Melissa. She put her hand in her crotch again, crossed her legs, and bent over. From behind, though, Nicole could see rivulets fall down her legs for a couple seconds. Additionally, she heard a wet-sounding fart and could have sworn the back of her shorts pushed out a little, but she couldn't see anything for certain. Melissa stood back up and turned to Nicole. "Oh my god, I just leaked hardcore and I'm totally about to shit myself."
Nicole looked down and saw a wet spot at Melissa's crotch about the size of an orange, from her crotch down to her short shorts' end at her upper thighs. She could also see a couple beads of urine glistening on her legs. "Let's walk in quick and head straight to wherever the bathrooms are before anyone notices. That'll dry in this sun in no time once we're back out."
They hurriedly walked in, Nicole letting a small leak out as she opened the door, but confident there wasn't visible damage on her jeans. They quickly saw the bathroom on the far end of the coffeeshop and walked up to it, but a barista stopped them. "Ladies, bathrooms are for customers only."
Melissa groaned, but Nicole knew there was no point to argue. She said, "Melissa, get to the bathroom, I'll buy a coffee."
Melissa nodded and got to the door. The door was locked, though! Someone was in there. She inwardly groaned again. She did not have time for this! She had already felt a nugget of poop nestled in her panties and her shorts were already soaked. Anything more and everyone would notice! Even as she thought this, a couple of spurts of piss came out, immediately drenching her shorts and running down her left leg.
Nicole stood in line, trying her best not to fidget and appear desperate. She was paranoid her poop could be smelled, but she didn't smell anything yet. As it became her turn to order, however, she felt her bowels start to move again. Clenching her butt could only provide some solace - her already open anus let a small chunk through before splitting it and closing off. She felt the small chunk pushing her panties out and just hoped her jeans didn't let that show. Focusing on that, however, led to her peeing for a couple of seconds. This definitely bypassed her black panties and created a spot on her jeans the size of a dollar.
The cashier got her attention. "Mam? MAM? What would you like to order?"
Trying to act normal, Nicole said, "Just a small coffee, please."
She paid with no more incidents, but didn't even wait for the coffee before heading to the line. She saw Melissa there, her shorts now visibly wet from behind. "What's wrong?"
"Someone's in there, it's locked..."
Nicole leaned against the wall, her butt facing it. She tried to act calm. Melissa, on the other hand, was not calm. She was openly holding herself (her hands wet with her own piss!) and crossing her legs, bouncing around. Melissa let out a few more spurts - she was losing count! - but panicked most at her poop slipping past her clenched cheeks. She felt a a small turd curl up in her panties, pushing them back, before a larger one pushed out. This one she held in place, but she could feel the damage. She didn't want to feel it, though, and confirm to Nicole what happened.
Nicole saw the bulge, though. It wasn't obvious and the skin-tight jean shorts tried to stay in place, but you could tell there was a golf-ball sized lump. She just hoped her poop wasn't as visible. She also spurted a couple more times, leading to piss in her inner thighs down a couple inches. Nothing noticeable when her legs were closed, fortunately.
The door finally opened and the occupant walked out, glancing curiously at Melissa's fidgeting. Nicole and Melissa both ran in and locked the door behind them.
The inside was a single toilet. They looked at each other. Melissa said, "Who should go first? I'm already messing myself."
Nicole replied, trying not to feel selfish, "Let me pee, it'll be quick, then you can poop as long as it takes."
Melissa wasn't happy with it, but it made sense. Nicole pulled down her damp jeans and panties in one swoop while sitting down, dropping the small turd in her panties into the bowl quickly so Melissa wouldn't notice. She peed for a minute, clenching her cheeks so she wouldn't poop, too. No way she could admit she had to poop just as bad! It just wasn't lady-like. The minute of peeing, however, was doom fore Melissa.
Melissa felt a small trickle start in sympathy with Nicole's peeing and couldn't stop it. It spread along her shorts, wetting her leg bands before trickling down her legs. It increased in momentum until it was gushing out of her. She just resigned to standing with her feet apart and seeing it fall out of her leg bands, trying to make sure it didn't run down into her shoes too much.
Nicole saw what was happening but couldn't do anything about it. They finished about the same time, with Nicole pulling up her pants and apologizing. Melissa didn't have time to reply, though, and fidgeted with her shorts' button while facing the toilet. She felt her poop start to move again but got her shorts down just as that happened. Her panties didn't come down, though, and Nicole saw her clementine-sized bulge grow until it was the size of an orange. Melissa quickly turned around and pulled her panties down and continued to poop into the toilet. It was Nicole's turn to be tortured by the sounds of relief, and her tired anus couldn't hold anything back. As Melissa finished pooping and dumped her panties' contents into the toilet, a turd snaked out of Nicole's butt and pushed out her panties, a bulge growing in the back of her pants. Nicole could hear the crackling, but Melissa was distracted by her own mess. Nicole spoke up, trying not to sound like she was pushing shit out at the same time. "Hey, Melissa? Could we clean up when we get back? I really have to poop, too."
Melissa looked at her, shocked. "You want me to pull up my panties? In this condition?"
Nicole tried to make a joke. "There isn't enough toilet paper for you to clean that up."
Melissa laughed and said, "You're not wrong." She lifted her caked panties to her butt, grimacing as she pulled her shorts over that. They were soaked, but there wasn't much to soak and there was no sign of poop, aside for a slight aroma. She quickly wiped down her legs and said, "All yours" as she exited. Nicole by then had finished pooping and locked the door. She felt the back bulge and saw it clearly in the mirror, larger than an orange. She pulled down her jeans and panties for the second time and dumped it out. She, too, couldn't be bothered to start the work of cleaning, and just resigned herself to pulling her pants back up, flushing, and leaving the bathroom.
When she met up with Melissa, Melissa sternly said, "Let's never mention this to anyone."
Nicole forced a smile. "Well, it's not like I came out in the clear either."
"You just peed a little. We all do that sometimes. I shit myself."
Nicole lied through her teeth. "Yeah, that seems embarrassing. Let's find our way home ASAP and get out of these clothes."
"You're telling me. This is gonna chafe. I can feel chunks stuck to my ass."
Nicole pretended she wasn't feeling the same thing. "TMI..." |
This is my first story, it's based on a real event, I hope you will enjoy!
*Poop desperation and a messing is involved, so be warned*
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It was a hot Friday, everyone was looking forward to the weekend. I guess they wanted to go swim, as it was dry and hot weather, perfect for a pool party or a day at the beach. First the school day had to end, though, and I would've never known it could end as bad as I thought it would.
In break I was talking with my friends, just the normal daily chats, nothing too important, though, I heard (and smelled) there was something wrong with the plumbing in school. A sewage pipe had broken somewhere in school and because they didn't know where exactly, they shut the toilets down everywhere in school and cancelled the last couple of lessons so they could work on solving the leakage. After I had finished my sandwich and donuts and drank my bottle of water, which was getting warm so I had to drink it all (warm water on a hot day is disgusting, trust me), I got up and went to my next class.
It was English, normally a very boring lesson about all sorts of literature, but today something fun was going to happen: our teacher prepared a quiz and the winner would get a bag of candy! I had to stay, even though my tummy was saying no. I could feel it filling up, I probably shouldn't have drank all that water.
The quiz went well for me, I answered quite some questions right! That was until I started struggling to hold it a little, I started shifting my weight from left to right, as I was getting more desperate. The last question came, I was second on the leaderboard. The tension was great, I started moving my legs up and down. The tension really wasn't helping. I knew I could just give up and concentrate on holding, but I just had to win! The last question was asked, I immediately knew the answer so I jumped up and almost yelled the right answer. As I moved my body up, I could clearly feel a warm liquid dribbling into my panties and a fart being forced out... I went bright red and the time stood still.
I slowly looked around the classroom bright red, everybody was looking at me. Still trying hard to hold my pee and the newly introduced poop, I sat back down. I expected the class to be disgusted, but instead I was greeted by my teacher saying: 'That's correct, you won!' The class clapped and my friends patted me on my back. Still confused as to why they didn't hear the pitter-patter of my pee and the fart I really let go, I walked to the front of the classroom to get my bag of candy with tiny little footsteps, big steps would have caused a big mess...
The teacher wouldn't stop praising me for my prestations, the class was long gone and I remained in the classroom. I crossed and uncrossed my legs every ten seconds, and I had my arms on my back, my hands slightly pushing on my butt to try and hold in the poop.
He closed the door behind me as I started my walk of shame, 15 minutes after the lesson ended. When he turned around the corner, out of sight, I thrusted one hand into my crotch and the other onto my butt. I swear I could feel the crotch on my jeans was damp. I tried to walk to the bathroom, it was more like shuffling as my feet didn't come up off the floor.
The school was empty, the teachers and students had left and the people still at school were having lunch break. The doors were left open because of the leaving people, I happened to walk by one. I stopped to hold myself a little harder to not let it go, but as I was standing there, some bug landed on my nose. For all I know it could have been a butterfly or something, but it genuinely scared me. I waved around and jumped backwards, which made me fall on the floor. A big squirt made its way out of my bladder and a fart followed by poop trying to leave followed up. My panties were getting wet...
I held myself, the wave flowing out stopped and my poop decided to wait a little. I knew that wouldn't be for long, so I got up and made my way down the corridor. Yup, that was a wet spot on my jeans right there. It wasn't big, just visible and present.
I was half jogging, half walking down the corridor, holding myself, both my crotch and butt. I could feel like spasms and dribbles going into my panties and warming up my crotch, I could hear little farts, they told me I really had to hurry.
I almost ran into the bathroom door once I finally arrived. I had to bend over to try and hold it in before I could actually enter. As I pushed the door, I realised it was locked... All my hopes and dreams were crushed right in front of me.
I just stood there, knowing this was the end. I put my back against the wall and slowly slid down. My hand still on my crotch I realised there was nothing I could do. The nearest toilet I could go to was my house, which was several hundred meters away and the bushes were too far too. A spasm came, dribbles uncontrollably became squirts. I looked down and my jeans revealed the damage being caused at that exact moment. I let go.
Big mistake: I could feel the piss flowing out at insane speed, my jeans got warm and wet and the wet spot rapidly expanded down my butt and thigh. My poop joined the disaster, slowly, yet powerfully moving its way out ruining my panties. A puddle started forming around me, the pee flowing to the lowest point in the floor, which was the drain. I could hear the drops falling in there, it only made me piss harder.
Poop started spreading in my panties, it felt hot and sticky. The pee was flowing harder than ever, expanding the wet patch all the way down my legs. After a while it died out, going from a flood, to a squirt, to dribbles and then... Nothing.
My poop was screaming for a way out, I moaned as my body contracted to force it out. I stood up a little to make space for it and it quickly flowed hard into my panties, filling them up and leaving a lump on my butt.
I sighed of relief, I had no desperation anymore. Just a big mess in my pants and a big puddle on the floor. I stood up, I decided to just go, just get away from school and anywhere with people. I pulled my shirt down so it covered most of my butt and ran out of school, leaving a foul smelling corridor behind.
5 minutes later, I arrived at my house home alone. I couldn't believe I really did this. It felt kind of hot thinking back... The warm dribbles and the hot mess... I wandered off with my thoughts, definitely horny... I spent some minutes pleasing myself, after which I cleaned up my filled up jeans and took a well-deserved shower. No one would know this had happened, and many more times this will happen. In my room, or when I really feel that naughty, outside of my house. |
'Right, year 11!' Shouts headmaster Micheals. 'This is our first night of the week, I expect you all to sleep well, we've got a lot of stuff planned for tomorrow, so I don't want you all staying up all night!'
Just like most of the year 11's, I haven't really been paying attention to most of what the Headmaster was saying. I always thought that the teachers were excused from assemblies like this until I actually got the job. But no, assemblies are for everyone, and they're still just as boring. But now headmaster was beginning to wrap everything up, and it was time to bring all the classes back to the tents.
The school has rented out a camping ground for the week as a last school trip for the year 11's, now that GCSEs had finished. Most of the students haven't got anything to do until they start college or sixth form after the summer holidays, so the Headmaster thought it would be a nice send-off for the students - and it kind of is. The July weather is nice and warm, the evenings are late, and it's nice to be out with friends - even us teachers have friends, something I never really grasped until I passed the courses last year.
As the form tutors take their classes from their seats and back to their tents, the rest of us teachers plan on what we'll be doing tonight. Our campground, though next to the students, was still a separate camp ground, so we'd probably have a campfire, a few drinks, that sort of stuff. We'd all been given short shifts to patrol the camp-site of course, to make sure the students were actually sleeping, but I'd got lucky and been assigned an early shift. Me and Sarah Crossgrove - a friend I'd met in university - were the first to do our patrol.
'You ready for this Catherine?' Sarah asked me. 'Ooh, I'm getting excited! I've never done this sort of thing before!'
Sarah and I were about the same height, a little over five foot tall. We both had similar builds - slim but healthy (Sarah has larger breasts than I, and I can't help but feel a little jealous), and the two of us have similar length hair - falling around the shoulders. My hair was a hay-bale blonde, tied back in a pony tail, whereas Sarah's hair was free-flowing, wavy and ginger, showing off her Scottish ancestry. Sarah's eyes were a forest green, while mine were sky-blue. Both of us had freckle-spotted faces, though mine much less so that Sarah's. The two of us had been the best of friends since we'd met in university - we lived next to each other in the halls, we were in all the same classes, and now we worked at the same school. We've been confused for sisters a couple times. Having joined the school at the same time we were often put together as well when doing stuff like this, and this was no exception.
When all the classes had left, there were only us teachers left - Thirty overall, not counting the six form-tutors or Headmaster. Thirty seven if you did.
'Right' started Mr Biggins, one of the senior staff, addressing the rest of us. 'You know the drill, two of you patrolling the student campsite for an hour, when you come back send off the next two, you might have to wake them up though. Remember, four students to every tent, no boys in girl's tents, no girls in boy's tents, yadda yadda. If anything goes wrong you have mine and Headmaster Micheal's phone numbers' We all nod. 'Miss Crossgrove and Miss Rose are on first (he nods toward us as he says this), and of course myself and Mrs Johnson are next.'
With that the teachers, not including myself and Sarah, all head to the teacher's campground. Sarah gives me a look of excitement
'I used to love camping with the school!' she tells me. 'We'd all stay up all night telling scary stories! First one to fall asleep always had their hands put into warm water as well, that was funny!'
'I heard that doesn't actually work' I tell her
'Sometimes it did....It worked on me' She giggles as she tells me 'Does it work on you?' she asks me
'I don't know' I tell her. 'No one's ever tried it'. Sarah gets a mischievous look in her eyes. 'Don't you even joke about it!' I laugh. We both stand up and head over to the student camp ground. The school had rented 45 tents, but we only needed 30 - half the students didn't want to come or couldn't come. Still, it makes our jobs easier. Me and Sarah both decide to circle the field in opposite directions. She heads clockwise, I head counter clockwise. It's about 7pm, and fairly bright out, though the sun is beginning to set, making the sky a beautiful red. The grass is nice and dry - I hardly need to be wearing my wellington boots. They look silly. Picture this - Grey pinafore dress, white shirt, grey pantyhose....and green wellies. Still, headmaster insists we wear these boots while walking around.
'Liking the boots Miss Rose!'
Told you I looked silly.
The voice belongs to Jamie, one of the boys in my history class
'Nice aren't they!' I joke back. 'They really match the dress don't they'
'Why not take them both off in our tent' - he points finger guns at me, so I know he's joking
'Now now Jamie, you can't say that sort of thing to a teacher' I tell him, though I can't help but feel a little flattered. 'It's what we call harassment in the workplace'
'Alright, fair enough' he says, feigning disappointment. We'll have to make do with Micky here!' he jokes, prodding Micky
'Hey!' Micky shouts
I chuckle to myself as I continue walking around, looking around for anything that shouldn't be going on. Sarah is taking some girls out of a boys tent on the other side of the field - the usual suspects. There's always a few. Glad it's Sarah putting up with them and not me. I take a quick glance at my watch - 7:07. 53 minutes left.
53 minutes and I already need to pee....typical.
Ten minutes of walking up and down and nothing has happened of any interest. Most of the students are just sat around talking in their tents, getting around the no boys and girls in the same tent rule by sitting outside. Us teachers don't need to send them in to their tents until 9pm - me and Sarah are really just here to make sure no fights start. Still, by now I really do need a wee - Last time I'd been was when we'd got off the coach, quite a while ago. I'd drank around three bottles of water since then
By 7:30 nothing much has changed. There are groups of students sat around talking, Sarah's confiscated at least 3 hip flasks, two of whiskey and one of vodka. I'm sure there's more of them but most of the kids are hiding them pretty well. I lean against the stone wall that circles the camp site and look around. The sky is a deep red as the sun sets - it would be perfect for a romantic evening. Instead though, I'm walking around a field looking like a wally. At least a few of the students are making the most of it - across the field are a couple of students kissing where they don't think we can see them. I'd best stop them before they get carried away
As I'm heading over to the kissing students I hear a quick rustling in the hedge, followed by something solid hitting the floor. Stopping, I squat down and take a look
Nothing. I pat around under the hedge to see if there's anything there. Nope. Standing back up, I look over to the kissing couple - they're headed back to their tents now. I watch to make sure they go to separate tents before carrying on my patrol and trying to ignore my bladder.
7:45 now, and the red sky has turned a darker purple as the sun sets more. By now my bladder is starting to distract me from my patrol. M-maybe I could find a little secluded spot... I really shouldn't, but I'm about to burst! I begin walking over to a small group of trees at the far end of the field. All the tents are on one side - the left side - and this cluster of trees is on the other. I'm sure that if anyone asks what I'm doing there I can pass it off as making sure there's no one there...
It takes me ten minutes to reach the tree, and it's dark now. I flick on the flash light and cast it about the tree cluster. The trees are in a square shape, with hedges making 3 sides, and the fourth side is the way in. There are 3 benches, one against each hedge, and on one side there's a Jamie, pissing into a bush
'Jamie!'
'YEE!' He yelps, flicking piss around. I can't help but laugh at this, which Jamie doesn't appreciate too much
'Come on Miss!' he says. 'You nearly gave me a heart attack!' he says as he finishes. I chuckle again. 'What are you doing up here anyway?' he asks
'Looking for boys like you' I say. He takes this the wrong way and casts me a look of what he must assume is something sexy.
'Looks like you've found me, what now?'
I decide to play on this. 'And now....' I say, slowly stepping toward him. 'Now...(I can see his trousers begin to bulge)...now Jamie.....I have to.....(I can see his eyes lit up)....I have to tell you to go back to your tent.'
His face switches to disappointment immediately
'Oh come on Miss, you got me all excited!' he says, pointing down. He's completely erect and very disappointed.
'Come on Jamie, this kind of thing doesn't actually ever happen, it's just romantic fantasies' I tell him. 'And anyway, it's the kind of thing that could get you expelled it you say it to the wrong teacher'
He sighs and looks at me. I try to hide how much I have to pee. Not too well though, as Jamie points out
'You gotta pee too?' He asks
'I, uh, no!'. He raises an eyebrow. 'Okay, maybe...But I wouldn't pee here, I'd use the toilet.'
I am a shameless liar.
'Tell you what' he says. 'You pee here, I'll keep watch'
Being as desperate as I am, I can't help but consider it, which Jamie notices - I can tell because his eyes light up again. 'No Jamie' I say to him. 'I'm not going to risk arrest just to pee in a bush'
'Up to you if you want to wet yourself' he says. 'Better escort me back then'
'I - uh, yeah'. Damn. I was going to pee when he left. He knows what he's just done
When we get back to Jamie's tent it's 8:05, and Mr Biggins and Mrs Johnson are on scene. Sarah's already left. Letting Mr Biggins know I'm heading back to teacher's camp, I begin my journey.
The teachers camp is much smaller than the student, but our tents are bigger. Though we have enough for 2 people in a tent rather than four, and of course me and Sarah are sharing. I walk into our tent, trying not to hobble, and kick of my boots. Sarah's lying on her camping mattress, reading a book in the light of a small electric lamp.
'Heya Cathy' She says to me, cheerily. 'What took you so long?'
'Caught Jamie peeing in a bush, had to bring him back'
'Say, did you see anyone wandering about outside the field?' she asks me, reminding me of the noise I heard earlier.
'I heard something move in a bush' I tell her. 'Not sure what it was'
'Mr Blenkinsop told me someone's wandering around and I'm a little spooked!' She says
'Oh don't listen to him' I tell her - Blenkinsop's always telling these crazy stories.
'But what you heard in the bush-' she says. She leans in to whisper to me. 'Some one's about...'
I put on some trainers - still doesn't match my dress, but it'll do. 'Hey, Sarah, do you need the loo?' I ask her
'No, why?'
'You've got me spooked now' I tell her, 'and I don't want to go alone...'
'Oh you little girl!' she laughs. 'Come on, the others have a campfire going and some drinks, we'll sit with them for a bit then we can go to the loo'
I agree to this, and we get up and go.
Me and Sarah sit on the bench around the fire. I squeeze my thighs together to hold my bladder shut. Mr Geoffrey's hands us both a beer from a cooler. 'Not for teachers who haven't done their patrol yet' he tells Miss Smith, who's sat next to him. She chuckles. I ignore my bladder's protests and begin drinking, as does Sarah. We sit and talk for a good long while. There's enough firewood to keep the fire going until 10, and Miss Smith's bought some marshmallows. We all take it in turns impaling a marshmallow on a twig - probably not too clean but whatever - before roasting them over the fire. Sarah brings hers back perfectly toasted. Mine falls off into the fire. Miss Smith hands out some more
By 10 the fire's died down, and my bladder is no longer something I can ignore. But then Sarah brings up telling horror stories, and Mr Blenkinsop is first. He tells us all the story of the bloke wandering about the fields....Being an English teacher, he's great at telling the story of a man wandering around. As silly as it is, the idea sticks in my head. By 10:30 however stories are over and most of us have gone to bed. Me and Sarah get up and head over to our tent
'Still need the toilet?' Sarah asks me
'Yeah' I tell her, 'do you?'
'Yeah!' she says, grabbing her crotch and bobbing up and down. But I don't want to walk over to the toilet now! It's so dark...and what if there is some guy walking around....'
'Don't you do this Sarah!' I say to her. 'I'm not going without you, so don't make me stay in the tent!'
She gives me a sorry looking smirk, then slides in the tent. Bugger. I look over to the path to the toilet. It's a good five minute walk through some woods. No light, no fence, and no-one to go with. I really have to pee! But I'm not going alone.
I get into the tent. Sarah has taken of her skirt and is undoing her blouse. This is the first time I've seen her undress - I never knew her freckles went down to her breasts. Mine don't. She looks at me. 'Sorry' she says. 'Too scary, too dark'. As frustrated as I am, I can't help but agree. I pull of my trainers. Bringing my legs up to my chest puts a lot of pressure on my already aching bladder, but I try to ignore it. If I deny the problem, it will go away, right? Shoes off, I pull down my tights. I catch Sarah taking a glance as I pull one leg over and off of my foot.
'Like what you see?' I smirk. She blushes
'First time I've really seen you undress...' she continues blushing. 'Kinda weird seeing how long we've been around each other'
'I was just thinking that' I say, tights off and now undoing my dress. Pulling it over my head, I notice she looks a little funny. 'You alright?' I ask her
'I was thinking' She says. 'Are you going to keep your underwear on under your pyjamas?' I look at her funny. 'I-I-I mean, if you will, I will, just want to make sure we're on the same page here'
'Nah, I'm taking mine off' I tell her. We're both sat in the tent in our underwear at this point. She still looks a little funny. 'I'll keep 'em on if you want'
'No no, it's fine' she says. I unhook my bra and let it fall of. She does the same. She blushes as she does. Some people are just a little nervous I suppose. I've known her this long that it doesn't bother me, but to each their own. I stand up, hunched over and pull my white panties down. Taking them off my feet. I sit on my heels, naked in front of her.
'No need to be embarrassed' I say to her, because she clearly is. 'Nothing you have that I don't' She smiles, a little comforted. I watch, still sat as she takes off her panties. She's got a small tuft of well kept red hair hidden under her panties, very much like the hair on her head. She looks at me, and I look at her. 'Now we've seen everything, right?' I joke. She smiles and nods. 'Nothing to be nervous of anymore'. I grab my pyjama trousers and pull them up. Mine are a red tartan sort of pattern, warm but a little thread bare with age - I've had these since we were at uni. She puts on her bottoms, a pair of light grey jogging bottoms. We both have similar looking white tee-shirts to complete our pyjamas.
'Look, I really gotta pee' I say to her, standing up
'Your funeral' she says, climbing into her sleeping bag. I open the tent flap and look out. My bladder says yes but my fear says no. The cold wind also says no. The movement in the bushes screams no. I yelp and slip back in the tent. Not worth it I decide. I slip into my sleeping bag and hope I can ignore my bladder. Lying down, Sarah switches off the lamp. Everything goes quiet, save the wind outside.
I lay in the bed, wriggling. Can't sleep. Need to pee. About an hour since the lights went out. In the darkness I can make out Sarah sleeping soundly. I can't sleep though. My bladder feels like fire. I slide my thighs over themselves trying to mask the feeling. I'm surprised my wiggling hasn't woke up Sarah. I clasp at my crotch and sway side to side on my back. I pull my knees up and drop them down again. I CAN'T HOLD IT.
I sit up, still wriggling my legs. The pressure of being sat up all but forces me to pee right there, but I hold it in. My bladder feels solid. I try lift myself up, but increasing the pressure on my bladder physically hurts. I lie back down and turn onto my chest. I push myself up again - more pressure on my bladder. Oh, gee it hurts so bad. I can't get up. If I try, I will wet myself. I lie back on my back. I rub my feet together. I press my knees together. I grab my crotch as hard as I can. Through my belly I can feel my bladder is rock hard. Pressure builds lower down, at the base of my bladder. I can every new millilitre that gets added to my bladder. I can feel it become tighter and tighter, while I rock from side to side in my bed. I wish I'd gone when I had the chance. Even if that meant Jamie watching me. Even if it meant a strange man watching me. Honestly I'd give anything to pee! Rocking from side to side starts to hurt. Moving my legs starts to hurt. Even wriggling my feet and toes is an effort. I check my watch. Midnight, dead on. Just 8 hours to go, I can make it.
NO I CAN'T. It hurts so bad!!! It feels like it's going to-
Hnnn!
My body just tensed. I didn't do that on purpose - it just happened. I hope I do-
Hnnn!
Again! Oh god, it's happening. It's happening. Keep quiet, don't wake up Sar-
Hmm!
Oh god, here it comes, here it comes, here it-
Phsshh!
Haah, haah, I peed a little! I felt it, I heard it. I can feel it on my thighs - it's running down my ass! Oh god that feels funny! It's pooling down on my back. Still it's just a little. I feel a little better. I can hold on longer now. No need to worry. That's the worst of it I'm sure. Probably won't pee again, right? I h-hope so. Come on, go to sleep now, you can make it until 8. I rock from side to side. My knees rub against each other furiously. My toes clench and stretch in sequence. I bash my feet together under the sleeping bag. That's all, right? No more of that...
Okay, maybe there'll be more. My bladder feels solid again. Already. Brace for round two!
I stretch my legs, feet and toes, all out straight. I pull on every muscle in my body. I can feel it again! My b-bladder, it's going to squee-
Hng~
I manage to keep quiet, but only just. I don't know if I can do it again - let's find out...
Hnn!
Nope, couldn't do it....oh god, here it comes, here it comes
here
it
Hnn!
Another spurt, powerful against my legs, though this one doesn't completely end, and I can feel a trickle continue to fall out, down my cheeks and pool around the base of my spine. The warmth, the slight relief, so enticing. No time to think though!
here we go again....Here it com-
Haaah!
Another spurt, and I stop holding back. The wave hits me and a jet of pee shoots out of me. And I don't try to stop it. The spurt quickly ends, but without me trying to hold it back a stream soon follows. I close my eyes and let it happen. The silence of the tent is replaced with a surprisingly loud trickle, as a stream of pee falls out of my lips and pools at my ass. My breaths are shallow as the heat envelops me, the sleeping bag trapping the steam which flows toward my head, filling my breaths with the warmth and odour of the contents of my bladder. My hands are trembling, and so is my breath. I stretch my toes out again as I embrace the relief I'm feeling. I'm too enraptured to move. My arms are limp by my side, my feet fall still, and my bladder gently squeezes a stream out and onto my inner thighs. The puddle beneath me now has spread up to half way up my back and halfway to my knees. I'm sure it's seeping out of my sleeping bag at the sides. The trickle is louder with each second as my stream becomes slowly more steadfast, landing onto more pee rather than dry cloth. With the initial loss of control having now left, I let the feeling of relief sweep over me, feet first. My toes warm up, then my feet, then shins, then thighs, then heat shivers up my spine until it reaches my head and I can't hold back a grin.
'hmmm....' I moan gently, without even meaning to. My body is doing it's own thing. My sleeping bag makes a valiant effort to hold in what it can, but I can see it seeping out in my peripheral vision as my head falls to one side, facing Sarah, and I'm still grinning inanely. Sarah seems to grin back - I wonder if she feels what I'm feeling too.... I can't hold back a slight giggle as the last of my pee begins it's decent. The trickling sound begins to diminish, but the heat I'm enveloped in does not. The puddle reaches my calves and my shoulders, I can feel it surrounding my limp hands. Sarah sits up and looks at me, I bet she's jealous! Hell, I'd be jealous. The raw relief, the heat that surrounds my entire body. The comfortable feeling of hot liquid against my skin. My eyes are half closed - too much effort to hold them open. I'm sure Sarah doesn't even notice I'm awake. She probably thinks I wet the bed! Ha, what a thought. She probably thinks I wet the bed in my sleep. Not done that since uni! No no, this was while I was awake. I got to feel all of it. Ha, Sarah wants to feel it too! She's putting her hand in the puddle around my sleeping bag. She'd love to feel this good! She brings her damp hand to her face and smells it. It smells like relief, let me tell you. Sarah can only watch me as I finish peeing
Hold on.
Finish peeing?
Oh god.
I open my eyes fully. Sarah looks at me. I can barely make out her face in this light - or lack of it - but she appears to blush. I don't know what she has to blush about, she hasn't just wet the bed! I should be blushing. I am blushing! My face feels like fire!
's-sarah?' I say. It takes some effort to even speak, I feel drained, in both energy and bladder.
'yy-yeah?' She responds
'I wet the bed' I tell her.
'uhh, yeah, I can see.'
Embarrassed as I am, I can't help but grin. 'It felt sooo good!' I tell her. I don't know why. I mean it's true and all but...
Sarah chuckles. 'I bet it did' she whispers to me. I sit up
I can feel a small cascade of warm pee fall down my back and around my backside. It too begins to seep out my sleeping bag.
Reality slowly comes back to me, and I begin to question things. Such as why Sarah touched what she knew was my pee...
'Why did you do that?' I ask. She blushes - I can see it even in this light. Do I......is she attracted to me?....
No, she would have said something by now
'That was really hot.....' she tells me. She leans toward me. I can feel the heat from her face - she must be bright red.
'Well yeah, I just pee'd, of course it would be warm'
'That's not what I mean...'
'So what do you mea-'
I'm cut off by the hot press of her face onto mine. She kisses me suddenly, her body following her and pushing me back down onto my back. She's sat atop me, hands on my shoulders. She pulls her face back and stares at me. Her eyes show a mixture of emotions. Fear. Anxiety. Lust. Love. Excitement. Such a powerful mix. I don't have long to look though, before she presses her face back into mine. Her lips and cheeks are soft and warm, and I can feel her eyelashes flicker on my face. She holds my hands in hers, fingers interlocked with mine. I can feel them shaking. She straddles me, and the sleeping bag squishes loudly as more pee is pressed out of it. She pulls her head back again. She looks at me once more. I don't know what to do or say - and she can tell. She lets go of me and swings off so she's sat next to me, half in my puddle.
'I-i--i-i-' She stutters. She can't think of what to say. Neither can I. 'I re-really need to, uh, pee.'
Funny way of showing it.
'W-will you, uh..will you take me to the toilet?'
I nod silently. I unzip my sleeping bag, and Sarah flicks the lamp in. In the dull yellow glow I can at last see the extend of my accident. The pink lining of the sleeping bag now hosts a dark purple splotch with uneven lines, head to toe. Two protrusions in the blotch show where my calves where, the puddle going as far as my ankles along my skin. The pee has mostly seeped into the bag now though, so no puddle remains. The tent floor is cotton, and another puddle surrounds me in that. The back of my white shirt is translucent and dyed a faint yellow, all over my back. I climb to my feet, which glisten in the electric light. Sarah picks up the lamp and leads me outside.
The summer night is still warm, even though it's pitch black. My bare feet hit the dry grass which crumples under it. I relax my bladder again and let a small stream trickle out. More than I expected, the stream lasts a good 3 seconds and pools at my feet. 'Just finishing my accident' I tell Sarah, who blushes and grins. She takes two or so steps forward, then turns to me
'I can't hold it' she says. 'I'm going to wet myself' she tells me. Before I can respond she starts to wet herself. She breathes in and sighs as hot pee trickles down her legs and around her feet. Her face, a few shades redder than normal, is stone still. She watches me intently as she pees, the sound of it trickling into the grass surrounding us. She looks very deliberate as she stands there, feet apart, puddle in between them. We both stand there in the warm heat of the night in silence - the only sound being the splashing of her pee into her puddle. She wriggles her toes as she pees, splashing quietly. It takes a good twenty seconds until she stops and sighs again.
'Thanks for taking me' she says. She holds her lamp in one hand, and takes mine in the other. 'Let's go back to bed' she says. She leads me back into the tent and climbs into her sleeping bag, wet pants and all. I look at my sleeping bag. The pee has cooled by now, and is cold to touch. Sitting down in it and letting it touch my skin I can't help but wince.
'Here' Sarah whispers, gesturing to her own sleeping bag. 'There's room'
Sarah's sleeping bag is surprisingly spacious, and we both fit in, though it's a tight fit. I can feel the heat of Sarah's skin against all of mine. We're face to face, our breasts pressing against each other. Our legs intertwined. Usually this would be really uncomfortable, but by now I'm so tired I don't care. Forehead to forehead with Sarah, I drift of immediately, as Sarah hugs me tightly. We can talk about this whole thing in the morning... |
Really pleased with the feedback, a big thanks to all of you! As well as that, I'm going to continue this story - the camping trip lasts a week, after all, and we've only been there for day 1!
*Bzzt! Bzzt!*
I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off, rather near to my head. I take a moment to adjust to the light flowing through the tent's open flap, and it's only 7am. Everything's still a little blurry as I sit up in my sleeping bag, resting my hands on the cold wet material. Something seems a little off though, what happened last night?
I went to bed, I couldn't sleep, I wet the bed, Sarah kissed me, Sarah went outside and wet herself deliberately, then we both went to bed in Sarah's sleeping bag. That's what I can remember, so I'm a little confused right now - I'm in my own sleeping bag, and Sarah is sat at the other end of the tent, putting her walking boots on.
'Morning sleepyhead' she says cheerily. 'Sleep well?' she asks.
'Yeah, real well' I tell her. 'Too well, I think, I've only gone and wet the bed overnight'
'I saw when I woke up' she says to me. 'Not to worry, could of happened to anyone' she adds, tying her boot-laces. She sits up and looks at me, smiling in a friendly manner. She's already dressed herself in some brown khaki pants and a grey tank-top for the day. I unzip my sleeping bag and assess the damage. Exactly as I remembered last night, though a little paler now it's had time to dry. The stain reaches as high as my shoulders and ankles on either end, with the imprint of my thighs sticking out from the main body of the stain.
'Err, Sarah, what happened last night?' I ask her. It's a strange question, I know, but I can't quite clearly remember. Sarah blushes slightly, but keeps a straight face.
'Oh, uhh, we sat around the camp fire, had a few drinks, decided it was too scary to go to the toilet and went to bed. I woke up about five minutes ago and you'd wet the bed' She gives me a strange look, as if she's hiding something, but that could just be the light in the tent. I decide to take her word for it
'I had the strangest dream' I tell her. 'I dreamt that we-' I decide to stop. I can only imagine how strange it would be to tell her what I thought happened. It wet the bed, we made out and she wet herself before we slept together in the one bag? Now that I thought about it, it was a little strange. I decide to make something up - 'I-I dreamt I was flying. Over the school. And then I found a toilet, i-i-in the clouds. You can guess where that got me!' I say, patting my wet crotch and smirking. 'I hope none of the students find out...' I mumble as a little extra. Sarah seems a little perplexed, as if she doesn't believe me, as if I've confused her.
'You, uh, you didn't.....' she stutters. 'Oh! O-of course! Oh those dreams where you go to the toilet and wet yourself! Those are the worst, right!' She laughs, but it seems a little forced. 'Still' she continues. 'I won't tell anyone, don't you worry'. She gives me a reaffirming wink before sliding through the tent door, leaving me alone with my wet sleeping bag and pyjamas. I don't know what I can wear tonight, I only bought one pair of pyjama bottoms. I slide them off and put them to one side. My bare legs still glisten a little where they're slightly damp. Bringing my feet around and sitting cross legged, I take of my shirt and put it next to the bottoms. The shirt is dyed a pale yellow and is still a little see-through. I sigh heavily as I realised fully what I've done. Not that I'm embarrassed, just annoyed! If I hadn't been such a wuss I could still have dry, clean pyjamas and a bed. It's not like I even needed to walk all the way to the bathroom, I could have just squatted in a bush or something. I could even have peed outside the tent door. But I didn't, and now I need to find out where I can get clothes washed. While these thoughts are going through my head, I don't notice the sound of footsteps until they stop and someone starts unzipping the tent!
Quick! Hide the wet clothes! Hide the wet sleeping bag! Tent doors nearly open! Err, put them in the rucksack! By the time the door's open, I'm stood up, bent over double, stuffing wet things into a bag with my ass aimed toward the now open flap. Looking between my legs, I see the face of who opened to tent - It's Jamie.
'Oh, I, um, hello miss!' He says. He's really caught an eyeful this time. I spin around and land on my ass, one hand covering my breast, the other one clutching the rucksack in between my legs. I feel myself blush a bright red. Jamie is blushing too, but for another reason, I'm sure
'I, um Jamie!' I half stutter, half shout. 'Don't you know you should knock! And what are you doing here!?'
'I, oh, Miss Crossgrove told me to come here'
I look at him. He looks at me.
'Why?' I ask
'Oh, yeah, she wanted me to tell you where the cleaning block is - it's right next to the toilets'. He tells me this, and I expect him to leave. He doesn't, he stays stood, staring at me. I wonder why for a moment, before remembering that I'm naked. I drop my hand from my breasts and his eyes light up. At this point he's more or less seen all there is to see, me having mooned him only seconds ago.
'Well, what are you waiting for?' I ask him dryly. A little rude, I know, but I'm tired. He starts to come inside the tent, one hand reaching for my breasts. 'No! no Jamie' I stop him quickly. 'I meant for you to leave.'
'Oh' He says, disappointed, dropping his hand again. He slides back out the tent. I can only hope he didn't catch on to the smell...
'I told you yesterday Jamie, that kind of thing never actually happens.'. I shout through the tent walls, and I hear him chuckle. I think he takes it as a challenge.
I grab the rucksack and pull out the wet pyjamas and sleeping bag. I toss them to one side, and reach in again. I pull out the clothes on the top. Luckily for me, they're dry. I choose my outfit for the day. We'd planned our days before the trip, and today I'll be hiking, then we'll be doing some rock-climbing, then lunch, then a hike back, and finally we'll be doing some team sports in the local field. Probably football or something. I figure that I'll need something comfortable and easy to move in. I settle on green sports-shorts, a white tank top and a pair of white trainers. Under these I wear grey sports bra, grey panties, white knee-high socks with a grey band around the top. Nothing fancy, nice and comfortable.
I slide on my panties first, then put on the bra. Nice grey ensemble. Then the shirt, then shorts. As I bend over I notice the need to pee. Nothing major, but I'd rather go sooner than later. Me, Sarah, and Miss Greene will be in charge of a group of ten students, though we don't know who we'll be going with. I pull on my socks, then trainers. As I'm tying the laces I realise just how much I have to go. I know I've not got the largest bladder, but still. I'd only peed a couple hours ago. I rub my crotch with one hand to ease my bladder a little as I stand up. I can't quite stand at full height in the tent, which isn't great. As I step forward I knock over Sarah's bag, and some wet clothes fall out. Wet, grey pants. Now, my pyjamas were red and plaid, and where I'd been lying down when I wet them, the stain was around the back, covering the ass and thighs entirely, almost as if the back half of the pants where a different shade to the front. These however had been wet while standing - the stain spread down from the crotch, mushrooming a little near the top before thinning down the thigh, then collecting at the ankles. They had been wet a little while ago, as evidenced by them not dripping when I picked them up. I bought them to my face and smelled them. A little weak, but definitely the smell of urine. So what happened?
I'll assume that Sarah wet them this morning. She had to pee last night, but her sleeping bag was dry. I guess she must have left the tent this morning to go to the toilet and wet herself on the way, but they felt too dry for that to be true. Maybe she left during the night, while I was asleep, and wet herself in the dark.
Maybe, however - just maybe - what I thought happened had really happened. I was a little drunk and very tired last night, so my memory is a little sketchy. But maybe she really had kissed me, maybe we....
No, she probably wet herself at some point in the night. Explains why she was sympathetic to see me lying in my own puddle.
Satisfied with this answer, I leave the tent. The morning sun hits me like a train, and it takes my eyes a while to adjust. I make my way over to the toilet block.
The toilet block itself is a mostly unpleasant affair, crumbling red brick on the outside, two wooden door frames painted black and labelled 'ladies and gentlemen' as the entrances to the toilets. There's a tap on the wall outside overlooking over a drain. The floor is a dirty white tiled one, with mysterious puddles here and there. Could they be water, could they be wee, who knows. Best not to step in them either way. Hopping through the puddles I reach the stalls - the first one doesn't have a lock on the door and faces straight out into the field. The second one is out of order. The third one is occupied. The fourth one is clogged. There's not a fifth stall. Shuffling foot to foot, I head outside. I wouldn't do this usually, but I'm desperate - I walk into the boys. Three urinals, two stalls. One stall hasn't got a door, the other houses a yellow lake. Looks like I can either wait for the one stall in the ladies, or...
I could use a urinal.
Never tried before, never even thought about trying seriously. My bladder likes the idea though, as it loses a drip in excitement! I shuffle over to it. I look around one last time. Am I really going to do this? Y-yes, I have to! I pull my shorts and panties down to my knees, then rise onto my tip-toes, nearly losing balance as I do. I lean toward the urinal a little, and I hold myself open with two fingers. I breathe in. I breathe out. I relax. I feel my bladder release itself, first I hear the hiss as it jets out, followed by the splatter of pee against the ceramic bowl. I'm really doing this! I sigh as the relief hits me, and I try to ignore the hot splatters of droplets against my bare thighs. I look down. So far it's going well - I haven't let any slide down my thighs, none of it is landing in my panties (which have one single black stain in the dead-centre), and my thighs aren't getting wet enough to notice. It's all going well - but then I start hearing voices
'That you in there Micky?' I hear shouted from outside. A boys voice, all to familiar - Jamie. 'You'll never guess what I saw -' His face swings around the door and he shuts up pretty quickly. I blush and brace myself for another embarrassing experience. 'Oh, I, um, hello' He says to me, walking over. He takes the urinal next to me. I stare at the ceiling. In my peripheral vision I see him eye me up and down as he starts to pee. My face is bright red, I can feel it. 'Err, wrong toilet miss' he tells me
'What? Oh, yeah' I respond. Not like I hadn't noticed. 'The ladies were full, and I was desperate' I tell him. My stream slows to a trickle and stops, a few drops falling barely an inch from my shorts and onto the floor. I pull my shorts up. 'Done now though' I tell him, heading over to the open stall, leaning in and taking a square of tissue. I wipe myself inside my shorts, then drop the tissue in the bowl. 'See you at breakfast' I say, hurrying out. This is going to be some week...
I make my way over to the food hall after washing my hands on the tap outside.
'Lovely morning isn't it' Pipes up one of the boys as I pass a table on the way to the back of the hall. It's one of Jamie's friends, Dan.
'Certainly was!' I reply cheerily - the sun was shining, there was a slight dew on the grass, the breeze was cool and refresh-
'Jamie says he even saw a full moon!' Dan grins at me, as I blush like a cherry. I don't know what to say, so I try to compose myself and head over to the teachers table, leaving the boys as they chuckle among themselves. News certainly travels fast...
Picking up some cereal and some fruit on the way over, I reach the teacher's table and sit myself on the end, next to Sarah, who is halfway through a bowl of cornflakes.
'You get my message?' she asks me.
'Hm? Oh, yeah' I answer. 'You sent Jamie with it'. She nods to confirm. 'He came in right as I was picking something up' I tell her, quietly now. 'Completely mooned him'
She laughs when I tell her this, spraying milk from her mouth as she tries to hold back laughter. 'You didn't!' She says, I nod. 'I bet he was shocked!'
'That's one way to put it'
By the time I've finished breakfast, me and Sarah have more or less talked about everything twice over, and drank about four cups of tea each. As we both pour ourselves a fifth, I realise the effect it's having on my bladder - I already need to pee. No fair! It's only been half an hour since my last one! Still, I have had four going-on five cups of tea, I suppose it has go somewhere. We sit down back at the breakfast table with our fifth cup and carry on talking. Ms Jameson comes and sits with us while we talk. She's the teacher who organised the whole trip.
'Morning ladies' she begins, putting on her professional voice. She's going to remind us what we're doing today. 'You both know what you'll be doing, I presume?'
'Yup' Me and Sarah reply together. First the hike, then the rock climbing, then lunch, the-'
'Good' She interrupts. She never was the most polite. 'We'll be leaving in half an hour, here is the list of students in your group' She says, handing us a sheet of paper. 'On the flip side are emergency contacts and what not, Miss Greene will be in charge of any first aid in your team'. She finishes and leaves me and Sarah to our tea.
Fifteen minutes later and most of the hall is now empty, though me and Sarah are among the last few still in. We're now on our seventh cups of tea - we're not even thirsty, it's just an excuse to sit and talk for a bit. Mind you, seven cups have really pounded their ways through me and into my bladder. Feeling a little desperate now, I'm reminded of last night. I decide to ask Sarah about it.
'Sarah' I begin. 'I really don't want to sound weird, but did we do anything last night?'
'Like what?' she asks, acting a little shifty.
'Anything in the tent?'
'Such as?'
She's pressuring me to make the first move. I don't want to, but I have to. 'After I wet myself in bed, did we get up to anything?'
'I-I wouldn't know, we were both asleep when you wet the bed'. She's blushing.
'Did you wet yourself?' I ask her, changing the vein a little.
'No! N-no, I didn't'
'Why were your pyjamas wet this morning then?' I ask. She blushes. She thinks for a moment.
'A-after you wet the bed...' She begins. 'We, um, we...'. Now we're getting somewhere. 'We, uh, I, had to pee real bad....so I left the tent, b-but it was really dark, and I-I...'
She pauses. 'You did what?'
'I wet myself!' she admits. 'I couldn't hold it, and it was too dark to go to the toilet so I decided to wet myself.....sorry for not telling you the truth, I was a little embarrassed.'
I nod at her. Maybe I did dream our kiss...
We change the conversation, have another tea, then decide to leave to start the day. First I head over to the toilet block though.
Once again, the building isn't too pleasant, but this time it's also full. There are queues at both doors, and they aren't moving very fast. Not worth waiting for, I decide, so I head back to our tent. Sarah's taking our wet clothes off the floor, presumably to take them to the cleaning room. She doesn't notice me as I head over.
'Boo!'
'Yeep!' she yelps, dropping the wet clothes as she does. 'Don't do that!' she says. I nearly pee'd!' I chuckle as she says this
'Better not pee yet' I tell her, 'the queues are a couple miles long'
'Aww, are you kidding?' she asks, clutching her crotch. 'I really gotta go! Seven cups of tea have just run through me'
'Same here, I feel like I might burst at any moment'
She smirks at me. 'How about we look for a bush or something, out the way'. I like her thinking. Most of the other teachers and all the students will be getting ready to leave, but me and Sarah were ready before we left our tents. We where the only two in the food hall that weren't in pyjamas. I grin back at her and nod. 'Let's go!' she says
We head out of our tents and around the back of the food hall. There's nothing behind it, except a hedge and a three foot wide dirt path leading around the back. We don't think we were saw on the way there...
'Well! We're here!' says Sarah.
'Where are we?' I ask
'In private, silly!' she says. 'Let's get peeing!'. She kicks of her boots, no socks in them. She pulls her pants down to her knees.
'You want me to keep watch?' I ask. 'Make sure no-one comes over'
'No no, don't do that, it would look suspicious' she tells me. She hikes up her shirt to just under her breasts and leans against the wall of the court so her thighs are parallel with the ground. She's wearing pink panties, which she doesn't take down. She tilts her head back and grins as she relaxes her bladder. A soft hiss before pee begins to stream out from between her legs and spatter onto the grass.
'Uhh, Sarah?' I begin. She looks over at me, eyes half open
'mmyeah?' She half moans, dreamily.
'You forgot your panties' I tell her. She looks down at them, then back at me, peeing all the while.
'No I didn't, I'm wearing them' she says
'That's my point'
It takes her a moment, before she responds. 'Oh yeah'. Her pee continues to splatter on the grass, now having formed a muddy puddle that reaches the heels of her bare feet. 'Too late now!' she giggles. As she continues to pee, I get the strange notion that she's doing it on purpose. She meant to wet her panties. She can see the gears turning in my head and grins at me again. 'It's kinda nice' she says. 'Warm, sticks to you' She pulls the fabric of her skin before letting it slap back into place, but making sure I get a view of her naked form as pee continues to trickle out of it. 'You should try it!'
I chuckle a little. 'No thanks Sarah' I say. 'I'm wearing grey panties under these shorts. If I wet 'em it'll really stick out'
She looks a little disappointed, but understanding. 'Your loss' she reminds me. Her stream begins to slow down, slapping into the muddy puddle as it does. She clenches visibly, and another jet falls through, before she stands off the wall and pulls her pants up. She runs her foot through the puddle once, giggling, before planting her feet back into her boots. She looks at me, with a very satisfied grin. 'You turn!'
Bip! Bip!
'Oh, too late' she says, looking at her watch. 'We better leave now'
'But I have to p-'
'You'll have to hold on' she tells me, hiding a smirk. She pats me on the shoulder. 'You can make it Catherine!' she says. I don't think I can
We head back to the tents, where the students are being briefed on the day ahead. I check my list. One name stands out. I'll let you guess who's it is
'Now then!' Shouts Miss Greene, who seems to have snuck up behind us, making me jump. 'My group! That's Finley, Vinny, Agatha, Jessie, Lucas, Anna, Jamie, and Mikhail'. Jamie visibly grins when he hears his name called. I know that Vinny and Lucas are his friends, but he's not grinning for them. To prove my point he winks at me. I smirk back, hopping foot to foot.
The hike leads us through a local forest. The journey will take us to a local cafe, where we'll likely have a cup of tea and a sit down, before we turn back. Miss Greene leads the group from the front, I guard the back, Sarah sort of hovers between the two of us. She mostly takes my role though, I'm too busy holding my bladder while trying not to look like I'm about to piss out a lake. Unsuccessfully. Miss Greene catches on to this, and heads over to me.
'You alright Catherine?' She asks me. 'You look like you need a wee'
I nod rapidly. 'I really do!'
She laughs. 'Do you think you'll make it to the cafe? We've still got about an hour 'till we get there'
An. Hour. 'No! I don't think I will'
She looks at me for a moment while we walk. Making sure that the group is in line, she decides what to do.
'Right, Cathy, You fall back a little and go in a bush or something. Sarah can cover you, I'll keep these lot in check, catch up when you're done'
I nod thankfully. 'Thank you! Oh, thank you!' I dart off to one side, watching as Miss Greene tells Sarah the plan. Sarah heads on over, grinning.
'Still gotta pee?' she asks. She knows the answer 'Can't make it?' I shake my head. 'Sure you can!' she says. 'You gotta hold on till we get there Catherine, you're not a little girl any more!' She's clearly joking around, and I can't hold back a giggle, but on the other hand I can't hold on. Now that we're a few yards from the group, I jam my hands into my crotch
'Oh god Sarah, I REALLY gotta go!' She seems taken aback a little by my sudden outburst, but I can't help it. A devious look comes over her.
'Okay, let's make a bet'
'no.'
'Don't be a spoilsport!' She says 'We have to. Or I won't let you pee'
'You can't stop me peeing!' I say.
'Sure I can, watch' she says, turning around and walking away. I can't pee without her making sure no-one else sees!
'No no! Come back!' She turns around slowly as she can, grinning all the while. 'What was the bet?'
'You gotta drink my whole bottle of water first. And your one as well'
'What!?'
'Drink!'
'You evil woman!' I laugh at her, she laughs back. She hands me her bottle.
'Once you're done with both bottles you can pee. If you don't drink 'em both I'm walking off'
I nod furiously, hopping foot to foot. I take her bottle and drink. I watch as the water line goes down, bit by bit, until, ten seconds after I started, the last drop goes down my throat. I gasp for air, handing her bottle over. She slowly, takes it from me. Very slowly. She holds it in my hand for a couple seconds.
'Sto-o-op!' I moan, thighs pressed together. She takes my other bottle from me, before I can react. 'Hey!'
She puts in on the floor, in front of my feet, and then grabs my hands as she stands up, pressing them to my side
'You're not gonna wet yourself are you?' she grins
'Sara-a-ah!' She swings my hands side to side.
'One more bottle little Cathy, then you can go - don't bend your legs though!'
I bend over at the waist and reach for the bottle. My bladder screams and nearly bursts in my shorts, but I hold on - only just. I pick up the bottle. Sarah takes it out my hand and puts it on the floor again. 'Looks like you dropped it!' she teases me, prodding me in the belly. I damn near just give up and wet myself to prove a point, but I'm not letting her get the better of me! I bend down again and pick it up. I open the bottle hastily and begin drinking. 'There's a good girl!' she says to me As the last drop goes into me, my bladder almost gives way entirely. I scramble for the waistline of my shorts.
'Uh uh uhh!' Sarah says, holding my hands to my sides again. 'You gotta let the water go down!'
'Sarah! It's gonna go down my legs! Come on!'
'It's gonna feel real good!' she teases. It really would! 'Imagine how good it will feel! Drip drip dr-'
I cut her off by giving her a kiss, straight on her lips. Nothing too romantic, just a real quick peck. It works, it stuns her for a moment, just long enough for me to break free and dive back. I land on my ass, no time to get up though, I scramble for my shorts again and pull them up to my knees. I'm sat on the side of the dirt path, knees up, with my shorts round them
And not a moment too soon! Right as my shorts and panties reach my knees, I lose control and begin to pee! 'Hahaaaahhh!' I half laugh, half moan as I pee, the stream hissing out and carving a wet streak in the dirt. Sarah is still a little stunned, her hands floating in front of her, as she grins inanely.
'You cheeky little!' she laughs, blushing. I smirk smugly back as I pee into the dirt. My stream is a pretty clear, pale yellow. Where I've drank so much tea in such a short time, the liquid's ran right through me. And now I've got two bottles of water in me, I'd wager they'll be coming out soon! But for now, I win - I let my legs fall to the sides, being held up in an open 'V' shape by the shorts around my knees. Sarah can't help looking.
'Like what you see!' I joke. She smirks and sits next to me while I continue peeing. The stream is running into the middle of the dirt path and then running down back the way we came.
'Looks like you win this time' she says to me. 'But next time...' She doesn't finish, instead she lets me guess what she means.
'Come on now Sarah, not in front of the students'
'Not even your boyfriend Jamie?' she grins at me
'You! He's not my boyfriend! It's not even legal!' I tell her, laughing. 'Besides, he's not my type!'
'What is your type?' She asks me
'I dunno, funny, smart, caring-'
'long walks down the beaches' she cuts in with a mocking voice. 'Come on, you can come up with something more original!'
'Alright then, smart ass! What's your type?' I ask her
'I know my type' she says, grinning, one eyebrow raised. 'Smart, funny...blonde.....Some one I can spend a lot of time with........'
She's looking me dead in the eyes now. Her playful, cheeky smirk has turned to something much more sincere. A longing, loving look in her eyes. The mood is a little off-set by the trickling of pee into the dirt, though it slowly tapers off as my bladder empties. I pull back on my shorts as she continues.
'About my height, perhaps a little shorter. Maybe a little naive at times....someone like.....like.....'
'Like?' I ask her
'S-someone....someone like you' And she kisses me. Without time to react, she swings her upper body into mine, putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing me onto the floor. I lie on my back, she stays sat but with her body twisted, and she kisses me. I'm too surprised to really react, but I can see her blush and close her eyes, the heat of her face on mine is a little overwhelming. Her lips are soft, just like last night. I can feel her blush as her face heats up, lips caressing mine. She moves one hand from my shoulder to my breast, and takes a breath of air before kissing me again. I close my eyes as we kiss. She rubs my breast gently in her hand, caressing it through the shirt. I can feel every finger on me tremble as she does so. She closes her fingers slightly, pulling at my bra. She pulls her head back slowly, gently opening her eyes as I open mine. A slight line of saliva hangs between our mouths before snapping and falling onto my chin. My mouth is a little damp where she's kissed me. I gently raise my hand and wipe it dry with a finger. She looks into my eyes, her eyes full of love and fear. I don't really know how to react, so I smile. She smiles back.
'S-someone like you...' she says again, sitting up. I sit up with her. I look in her eyes, though she stares down at the floor. I do like Sarah - she's easily one of the best friends I've ever had...But do I love her? I-I don't know.....I can't honestly say no......
'Sorry....' she whispers to me. She looks worried and upset. She thinks she's done something very wrong.
'Y-you kissed me last night, too....didn't you?'
She nods, eyes closed.
'I...um....' She mumbles. We're both lost for words. I put one arm round her shoulder. She looks me in the eye, and I draw my face close to hers, almost resting it on her shoulder. I smile at her again. She smiles back, a little easier. Using my hand, I pull her head gently onto my own shoulder and kiss her on the forehead. I hear her giggle gently.
'Come on, we'd better catch the others' I say to her. She nods. We both stand up, but don't head off yet. She takes my hands in hers. She goes to say something, but I cut it off with a finger. 'We can discuss it later Sarah' I whisper. She grins at me gently. She hands me my empty bottle and we make our way to the group, leaving my puddle behind us.
'Still gonna make you pee later' she giggles at me. 'Right in your pants!'
'I'd like to see you try!' I giggle back, and we catch up with the rest of the group, who are none the wiser |
We reach the rest of the group in a couple minutes, though we had to jog. Sarah gives me a cheeky wink before heading to the front of the group to keep order. The group is mostly quiet, we're here as more of a 'just in case' than a necessity. I take my place a the back, with Vinny, Jessie, and, of course, Jamie.
'Whose idea was a hike?' Moans Vinny. 'All the stuff to do around this place - all the activities they do here - and we're bloody walking!'
Jessie, Jamie and I all chuckle. He has a point
'Aren't you enjoying the lovely serene air?' Asks Jessie, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. 'Don't you love the strange smells from the nearby farms? Aren't you a fan of this (she almost trips) really uneven floor?'
'No!' says Vinny. 'There's nothing here but trees - we're going to be around trees the whole time we're here, why do we need to walk through them?'
'Don't you worry Vin!' I say. 'The next part of the hike goes through a field, there won't be any trees'
'Oh come on!' moans Vinny. 'We won't even have trees to look at - Miss, why are we doing this?'
'You know' I say. 'I'm not sure. I guess you can just enjoy being in the company of your friends from school'
'I know I am!' says Jamie, who I've only just noticed is behind me. 'Lovely view as well'. I know full well what he means
'You can look at the view from in front of me' I tell him, hiding a grin. Jamie catches me hiding my grin.
'Believe me miss, I can't' He tells me. Subtle.
The field we're walking through is segregated from the forest by a hedgerow surrounding it, with a wooden gate in the middle of every wall, large enough for a tractor or for eight students and three teachers. There's a drinking fountain by the gate, which me and Sarah fill our bottles from. While I wait for my bottle to fill, Sarah tells me to do something
'Take a drink' She says. I look at her. 'Go on, quick drink'. She doesn't have a cheeky playful voice, or a nervous one. She sounds like she's giving me actual advice. 'You need to keep hydrated while walking, good for the health'. I eye her carefully, but she doesn't flinch. She said she'd make me wet myself earlier, so this seems suspicious. She doesn't respond to my doubting look, so I trust her. I dip my head down and drink from the fountain. The water is cool and refreshing, and more than welcome. It's fairly warm, and in the forest this means it's also fairly humid. I wipe some of the water on my head, and carry on drinking. A good five seconds or so of drinking and I pull away. Sarah is grinning
'Keeps you cool, hydrates you' she lists of the benefits. Then she winks at me. 'Fills the bladder!'
She's got a great poker face. She was getting me to drink more so I'll be more likely to pee. Still, I'd only peed about twenty minutes ago, so I shouldn't need to go again any time soon.
So why do I?
She grins at me, then turns to the students. 'Don't drink too much guys, the only toilets are at the cafe, and that's still a couple miles from here!' The students nod, and Sarah looks at me. As Miss Greene and the students begin to walk forward, Sarah makes a point of holding back to tell me something
'Of course' she begins, whispering into my ear. 'If you need to go already, you might have to go in the bushes, but we can't let you keep doing it'. She smirks. We both start walking behind the class.
'You know' she starts. 'If you drink a little bit, then go for a wee, then drink, then wee, and so on - that your body gets used to letting the water go right through, and you'll need to go more often. She grins at me cheekily. It explains why I need to go already. She puts a hand around my waist and pulls on me, squeezing my bladder a little. 'You don't need to go yet do you?' she asks.
'N-no!' I stammer. She knows. She smiles at me.
'Thought you might' she says. 'Better get holding'. And with that she jogs ahead to the middle of the class.
We keep walking for a good twenty minutes and we reach a dirt road. We've gone through the field and are now in another forest path. This one has a much more even path and fewer trees. Which means less cover if I need to stop and squat down anywhere - and boy do I need to go. My bladder feels heavy, more so with every step. Not quite at the level of bursting, but I'm getting nearer. As we walk, we go past a wooden sign post, with various place names, including the little cafe that is our halfway point. 1 mile left, should take about fifteen minutes if we keep a steady pace. Will I be able to make it? I press my hand on my bladder, pushing a little harder than I mean to. I feel like I can make another fifteen minutes. Maybe. If I'm lucky.
Sarah looks at me. She smiles knowingly. I must be showing signs already.
'You need a wee?' Jamie asks, startling me.
'Hm? No, I'm fine' I lie to him. He doesn't buy it.
'I know that look Miss!' he says to me. 'You're bursting, aren't you!'
I blush and nod.
'Think you'll make it?' he asks me. A little personal, but I answer honestly
'No idea' i admit. 'Drank way more than I should have'
'I know that feeling' He tells me. 'You need to pace yourself or you get too drunk too fast'
'No, no, it's water! I've drunk too much water!' I tell him, choosing to ignore his comment on drinking while under-age.
'Ha ha, I know' he says. 'That's what I meant, water, ha ha, I was, err, joking'. Jamie's a terrible liar.
'Wa-a-ay too much water' I carry on, not really realising that I'm still talking to Jamie. 'Gotta pee, gotta pee...'
'You want to go in a bush or something?' He says. 'I-I'll keep watch, make sure no-one comes over'. Keep watching me more like.
'No thanks Jamie' I say to him. He looks a little dissapointed. 'I'm sure I'll make it'. I'm not sure I'll make it.
Ten miles further down and I'm struggling to walk without hobbling. The forest has become more dense, and there are small rises and falls in the floor, enough that Finley, Agatha and Lucas have fallen over a couple times. No-one got hurt, but everyone did chuckle.
Each incline is hell on my bladder. Every time I step up I put pressure on it, and I'm sure I must be wincing and moaning a little - Sarah keeps smirking at me, and Jamie seems a little hot under the collar.
Then we reach another dip and incline. The dip is very sharp, almost 45 degrees down. The incline looks to be about 25 going up, but is almost twice the height. Good.
Everyone sort of stumbles down the dip - I fall flat on my face, cue the short chuckle from everyone. Pushing myself up from the floor, a few leaves sticking to my face, I feel my bladder nearly give way. Standing on my two feet, I clamp my crotch hard with both hands. Sarah and Jamie are both watching - Sarah is smirking, Jamie looks eager, mouth agape.
'Y-you okay Miss?' he asks. I nod, hands clamped.
'y-you go on with the others' I tell him. 'I think I'm about to wet myself'
'Don't stop here, 'miss'' Sarah whispers into my ear as Jamie clambers up the incline. 'Look at what's just ahead...'
I glare at Sarah, she catches it and giggles a little. She pats my backside as she jogs to the top of the incline, turns and waits for me.
'You can do it Miss Rose!' she shouts. I look up at her. The others have left. Now's my chance. I undo my shorts button, and pull down the fly. She darts over to me. I begin to pull them down. She can't stop herself running down the incline and charges into me, sending us both to the floor. I still have both hands on my crotch, now clamped together. My shorts are about halfway down my thighs, but my panties are still on. Which is just as well, as I hear footsteps approach.
'Do you need any help mis-' Jamie says, before stopping quiet. Sarah is sat on top of me, smirking. My knees are in the air, and Jamie has a direct line of sight to my backside. He starts to come over. 'Everything alright?'
'Hm? Oh, yes!' Sarah tells him, still sat on me and grinning. I just fell down is all!'
'I think he means me, Sarah' I say. She stands up off of me and I pull my shorts up. Jamie is smirking too now.
'What happened?' he asks.
'I was readjusting my shorts' I tell him.
'Why was Miss Crossgrove sat on top of you?' he asks.
'She fell over on the way down' I tell her.
'Why was she coming over to you?' He asks, as the three of us start our way up the incline.
'I don't really know - hmm!' I can't stop a moan as we head up the incline. My bladder is screaming for release. I moan with each step, and Sarah and Jamie seem to love each one I make.
'There you are Miss Rose!' Sarah says loudly when we reach the top. 'The toilets are just over there, not long now!'. I can tell she's saying it loudly so that Jamie knows what's going on. From the top of the incline we can see the little cafe, with some wooden tables sat around it, and a separate toilet block.
'You gotta pee?' He asks me again. 'Is it bad?'
'I-I'll be fine' I tell him.
We start walking down, Jamie a few steps behind I and Sarah. On the one hand, I know he's staring at my ass. On the other hand, him watching means that Sarah won't try and pull on my waist or grab my ass and try to make me pee.
Within five minutes we reach the cafe. While Miss Greene goes over and orders 11 cups of tea, the students all make a dash for the toilet. The toilet block is just two cubicles, just my luck. I'm about to get at the back of the queue when I hear someone calling me
'Excuse me, Miss Crossgrove!'
It's Headmaster Micheals. He beckons me over to himself, sat on one of the benches.
'Yes sir?' I begin. He's quick to respond
'Bit of an emergency' he tells me - certainly is, I'm about to burst. 'There's been a police report of an incident nearby, we need to get the students back to the campsites as quickly as possible, we've bought the minivan to get them over'
An incident? This can't be good. I feel like I'm about to have an incident.
'Hold on, er, sir' I begin. Need to be respectful. Need to pee. 'The minivan will only seat nine'
'I know' He tells me. 'Miss Crossgrove says that you and her will be okay to walk back to the site together, is this okay with you?'
NO IT IS NOT 'Yeah, that's f-fine' I say to him. 'I-it'll be safe, right?' I ask
'Of course' says the Headmaster. 'But we'd rather be safe than sorry, so we're taking all students back to the site'
'So they're going to take them back, and we're walking' says Sarah suddenly. 'Let's start now and get ahead'
'But I have to-'
'Come on Miss Rose' Sarah insists, taking me by the shoulder. 'We'll finish our drinks quickly then, if you really want' she adds, handing me a large coffee. I wanted hot chocolate!
Sir Micheals smiles at me, raising his own cup. I and Sarah smile back, raising ours, and drinking. I'm trying to hide both frustration and desperation, which isn't easy when I feel like I should be peeing right now. On the one hand, Headmaster Micheals doesn't know me too well, and I want to make a good impression. On the other hand is Sarah, grinning smugly at me as she sips her coffee. I drink from mine. My bladder protests as the coffee goes down my throat. Thanks Sarah.
'Thank you Sarah' I say to her, trying to sound civil, having finished our coffees. The students are back and being funnelled onto the bus. Me, her and the headmaster are watching the students get on.
'Well, we'll see you back at camp' Headmaster says to me. 'See you soon'
'I'm just going to go and-' I begin
'No you're not' says Sarah. 'You've already had a coffee, get another back at camp' she says, patting me on the back. Headmaster Micheals chuckles.
'I don't blame her wanting more' he says. 'This is a good cup of tea'. He smiles at us, taking our cups for us to the nearest bin. 'I'm sure you can come back another time this week!' he says cheerily, heading to the van. He climbs in, the doors shut, and the van drives off. I sigh and almost wet myself on the spot.
'Let's get going!' says Sarah, who drags me by one arm, away from the toilets. I'm too desperate to protest, and can only follow, grabbing at my crotch with one hand. She drags me, half running toward the mound we passed on the way here. With each step I feel my bladder losing more and more control until
*drip*
I jerk my hand from Sarah and jam both hands in between my legs. I bend over at the waist and hold tight, as I try to regain control. I feel like I'm about to lose my bladder where I stand.
'Whatssamatter Katie?' Sarah asks me, putting on an oh-so-innocent voice. 'Do you need the toilet?'
'Sarah.....I swear to hnnnnn~~'. It takes ALL my effort not to leak. ALL. I can't even talk without leaking.
'Why didn't you go when we were at the toilet block?' She asks me, one finger to her mouth. 'Gee Catherine! You should have said! Would you like to go back?'
I glance over. I wouldn't reach the toilet before I starting going to the toilet. I shake my head
'You think you'll make it?' she says to me, almost surprised. I'm going to have to pee in a bush. 'You can't go in a bush or anything before we get to camp now Catherine!' she adds.
'I can. I will' I hiss.
'I wouldn't be so sure Kattie!' she says, dropping her act, sounding now like she's loving every moment. She drags me by the arm again and pulls me. I lose a spurt immediately but can't pull back this time - I drip all the way to the incline and dip. We reach the top of the incline and Sarah stops. By now my green shorts have a notable wet patch, and there are wet streaks down my legs to my knees.
'Nearly there now' Sarah says, echoing her earlier promise. 'You can go at the bottom'
I can go! She said I can go! I hobble over the incline, and slowly shuffle to the bottom, losing a couple more spurts.
'You made it Cattie!' She says, feigning pride, really over the top. 'You did it! Well Done!' She hugs me tightly as she does, squeezing at my bladder. I don't hold back and I squirt pee into my shorts again, down my legs and a little on hers. She lets go and steps back. There's a wet streak on her pants now, starting from the bottom of her pocket and reaching within 3 inches of her knee. She smiles at me.
'Gee, Cat, you gotta pee!' She smirks at me again. 'Not yet though!'. She fingers at the wet streak I've left on her leg. 'You know, Cat, that where you've been drinking so much, and peeing so much, that your pee is basically clean'. I lose another spurt into my shorts, moaning as it sloshes out and splatters onto the floor. 'See? Your pee is clear, like water. You could drink that if you really wanted'
'C-can I pee yet?'
I'm too desperate to even realise I can pee whenever I want. Right now I'm just assuming she's in command.
'Not yet, Cattie, we haven't finished our little science lesson!' she smirks. She doesn't even teach science. 'Do you know what a fetish is?' She asks. I nod. 'What is it?' she asks.
'I-i-t's, It's a, Hnnn (I spurt again), it's a sexual attraction to something that isn't.....hnn (another spurt, my shorts have a wet patch that reaches the back of my ass and front of my thighs), an attraction to something not usually sexual'....I wait for her to respond. She doesn't. She waits. I wait.
'Well, that's one type of fetish. I was referring to the traditional African doll. BEEP! You get a penalty!'
'n-no...'
'Ye- yes!' she mocks me, stepping closer. 'You get to chose your forfeit'
'Let m-me pee...'
'Okay. You can pee' She says. I go to take down my shorts. She grabs my hands. 'I said you can pee. I didn't say where, or when, or that you could do anything else'. She grins at me. Tears have formed in my eyes by now, purely from the relief I've got from spurts. Speaking of spurts, I spurt heavily into my shorts. It splatters on the floor loudly.
'Don't pee yet, Miss Rose' She tells me. 'You don't want to get your shoes wet!'. I look at her. She nods. 'Take 'em off!' she tells me. I go for the waistband again.
'No no no! The shoes!'
'S-s-s-sarah...... (*fshh*)'
She holds my hands, which are soaked in my still warm pee. 'Take 'em off.'
I bend over and squirt hard, moaning as I do.
'Come on now, hold it!' she tells me. I'm trying!
I pull at the laces, dripping slightly. I pull of the first shoe. Sarah takes the shoe and pours a little bit off pee out of it. I grab the second shoe and pull on the laces. I pull the shoe off and stand up, emptying this shoe myself, and chucking it onto the other. I stand bent at the knee, hands on my thighs to keep me up.
'Wouldn't want to get those socks wet either would you?' She asks. I nod. I go to take one off - it's already soaked around the top, down to the little grey band that goes around, just below the top.
'Here, I'll help' says Sarah, pulling the other down. I lift my foot up and she peels it off - this sock is soaked to the soles. I then take off the other. She puts the socks in my shoes.
'Before you can pee' she says, interrupted by me going 'Haaa!' as I spurt hard. 'Before you can pee' she continues. I need to figure out your forfeit. I stand with my legs clamped together, one foot on top of the other, bobbing up and down. Pee is dripping from my thighs and hitting the dirt. At this point I should just give up and wet myself, but I've been trying so hard to hold it that I have to hold on until Sarah lets me go!
She picks up my shoes and socks. 'Here's your forfeit' she starts. 'No shoes or socks until we get to camp! Maybe next time you'll get my answers right! Anyway, next question. If you get this one wrong, you'll have to take off your shorts and underwear too!'
'B-but Sarah, (spurt), I can't! The p-police are here, I'll get arrested!'
'Don't get it wrong then. If you get it right, you can pee!'
'Okay, ask the.....ask the-......hmmm (Another squirt that runs down my legs), ask the question'
'Firstly, stand properly. Feet apart, hands by your side!'
Oh god. I plant my bare feet at shoulder width. Immediately I lose some control and begin to dribble through my shorts. Sarah grins. I let my hands fall limp and I grip my teeth. I'm digging my toes into the dirt and slapping the sides of my thighs as I can't stop the tiny stream running down my legs. It begins to pool at my foot before Sarah continues.
'Remember, Cat, wrong answer means no shorts or underwear. Right answer means you can wee! Here goes - What animal am I thinking of?'
What.
'S-s-sarah!'
'Just guess!'
I'll be walking home naked, I just know it. Right now though, letting out another spurt, I could really do with being naked. That way I'll stop wetting myself at least.
'Err, a sheep?' I say.
'Nope, wrong answer!' she says. Who'd of guessed. 'I was actually thinking of a sausage dog!' I start pulling at my shorts. 'Hold on'. She says. 'I think you were close enough. you can pee'
'Oh, thank you!' I say. I waste no time taking her up on her offer. I fall to my knees, ass resting on my heels, and begin to pee. The stream thrusts into my panties, hissing and foaming as it does, then it flows down my thighs, down to my knees and pooling on the floor. What doesn't stream down my legs pours out my shorts and onto my bare soles, trickling down between my toes before too pooling around them. All the while I moan loudly, too busy wetting myself to care. The air is filled with the sound of pee hissing into fabric and onto dirt as I push down on my bladder and let it squirt out of me. My moan begins to change into gentle laughter as I giggle with relief. I can feel myself blushing a vibrant red as I feel a warm coat covering all of my thighs. The individual streaks that I'd had before have now become one massive stream, with small streams falling off the bottom of my thigh, going down my calves and hitting the floor. Sarah squats in front of me, hands on my shoulders.
'That feel better?' she asks me
'Oh-ho-ho, yes! It feels so goood!' I tell her. I feel amazing. I've needed this so badly! And now I have it! She looks into my eyes. I can barely bring my own eyes to focus, all my thoughts are on the jet that's going through my shorts and down my legs.
'You know Cat, I would of let you take of your shorts' she tells me. I don't care - I'm busy wetting them! I can feel them soaked all the way around the ass. They must look like they've been dipped in water. Hell, I must look like I've been dipped in water. Sarah puts one hand on my breast, making me aware of my now hard nipples, and the other on my chin.
'Thank you....' I say to her grinning as my stream begins to slow down. Even slowing now, it still hisses loudly as it is thrust though my shorts. Smaller streams of drips are coming of my ass all over - some landing on my feet, some landing on the floor. Sarah slides her hand from my chin to over my cheek. It must feel like an oven where I'm blushing so much. She leans in to my face, but doesn't kiss it yet.
'Still going? I can hear it hiss' she says, smiling. She's barely two inches from my face, and I can feel the heat from hers. I'm sure she can feel the heat from mine, I must be bright red and hot as anything. She takes her other hand from my breast and puts it on my thigh. She slides it up my thigh and under my short leg, which is soaked. Her fingers keep moving up until they find the fabric of my panties, and dig their way under using her nails as leverage. She stops when the leg of my shorts doesn't let her go any further. The hiss from my shorts falls silent, and she presses her thumb over and onto my crotch, through the shorts. I can feel the change in the stream as her thumb blocks it off a little. It trickles down the bottom of her thumb, falling off and onto the floor when it reaches her palm. Sarah changes her position from a squat to a kneel, her knees and shins falling into my puddle. She doesn't seem to mind. It soaks right into her thin-fabric pants. She takes her hand from my shorts, and then the other from my face. She sits on her own heels, and my bladder squeezes out its last few drops. I'm grinning like a moron, and I can hardly open my eyes over half way. Sarah smiles back at me.
'Told you I'd make you wet yourself' she says, giggling. I can only nod and grin back.
'Y-you did....' I sigh. Gathering the energy to talk is hard - I lost all my energy when I lost my bladder control. I take a look around me. There's a puddle about two foot in radius around me. Sarah stands up, a few drips falling from her knees and shins where she kneeled in my puddle. She takes my wet hands in hers, and pulls me up. They nearly slip out, but she pulls me to my feet. The puddle is warm against my bare soles.
'I guess now you know one of my fetishes' she says to me, throwing her arms around my neck
'You bought along a little African doll?' I say, smirking, still feeling happy and silly. She smirks back
'No, sausage, I mean - You know what I mean!' She giggles.
She pulls her head to mine, forehead to forehead, nose to nose. She looks into my eyes, and I into hers. Her green eyes catch the light beautifully, her eyes look like mossy green jewels. Her dilated pupils tell all, as I'm sure mine do. I can see a smirk on her face, even this close. I only see the smirk for a moment though, as it soon becomes a kiss, and I close my eyes. I kiss her back, letting her soft lips run over mine. Her cheeks are as hot as before, I feel her eyes flicker over mine. I take my arms and throw them round her back, pulling her body to mine. I can feel her pert breasts press against mine. Her firm nipples press into my breasts - she isn't wearing a bra, risky move in a tank top. She presses my head into hers, using her hands, and I feel her tongue press through her mouth and into mine, wrapping around my own tongue. I return the favour, pressing mine into hers. I feel her face warm up as our tongues press against each other. She pulls back for a second to breath, giving me an opportunity to do so too. A thin line of dribble falls from our mouths and onto our chins, before we press back into each other.
I rub my hands up and down Sarah's back, feeling every inch of her. Her body is warm and smooth, apparent even under the thin cloth of her tank top. She runs one hand through my hair, and the other down my back. I try not to grin, and I feel her do the same, her teeth gently pressing onto my tongue as she does. We pull our tongues out, and then our heads, but not before she bites gently on my upper lip. I hold her by the waist, gazing into her eyes. She gazes back into mine. She's blushing still, and her lips are damp. She smiles at me. I smile back. She runs her hands down to my waist, pressing it into hers. Our thighs are pressed together too, and our knees. Her pants must be soaked. She doesn't seem to be bothered though. Nor am I. She runs her hands back up my back, bringing my shirt with them, and clutching my chest to hers. Grinning and looking into my eyes. Then I feel a click as she unhooks my bra! She grins cheekily as she does, while I blush again.
'No! Not out here' I whisper. She lets go, running her hands down my sides, letting go when she reaches my waist. I let my hands fall from her back, but not before squeezing her backside gently on the way down. I bring my hands around and try to re-hook my bra. Before I can however, she clasps my cheeks again and plants another kiss on me! Only a quick one this time, before she falls back and giggles. She lets her hands run down to my breasts, which she squeezes once, before her hands drop. I manage to hook my bra back on and let my own arms fall down. I take her hands in mine.
'We'd better be heading back then' Sarah says to me.
'I think you might be right' I say to her. We kiss once more, Sarah takes my shoes in hand, and we start heading back
'Hold on miss!'
I look at Sarah. She looks at me. Uh oh.
We turn to the incline. At the top is one of the students - not Jamie this time. It's Vinny. He's lying over the top of the mound on his chest. He hops to his feet and jogs down, avoiding the puddle I've left behind.
'You know I said I didn't like hiking? I think I've changed my mind...'
I look to Sarah. She looks to me. We could lose our jobs.
'What a show!' He exclaims, not trying to hide his erection. 'Don't worries miss' He says to the two of us. 'I won't tell any one - I just want one thing'
I don't want to hear what's coming next.
'Err, what?' asks Sarah.
'I'm going to be sent home for not going on the bus with the others, I know it. Headmaster told us we would, because it was a safety risk. But I was in the toilet when they left. So here's my plan. You let me off, I don't tell anyone. Deal?'
'Deal' We both say. I breathe a sigh of relief. That could have gone much worse.
'That all?' asks Sarah, as if she wants to do something stupid.
'Quick flash and a feel?' asks Vinny, the cheeky git
'No!' I say, feeling embarrassed, but Sarah doesn't. Instead she pulls her shirt over her head for a second, before holding it at shoulder height.. Vinny blushes hard.
'You don't tell a soul, okay Vin?' She says, holding her shirt aloft. He grabs onto her left breast and squeezes. She blushes. I feel a pang of jealousy. Vinny takes his hand off, and Sarah drops her shirt.
I look at Sarah, she looks at me again. Vinny sort of looks at the two of us, shocked with how well it's all gone for him.
'You have no idea how jealous Jamie would be if he knew about this!' Vinny laughs.
'You tell anyone...'starts Sarah, bright red.
'Don't worry miss - not a soul!'. The three of us start heading back to camp.
And it's not even half way through the day!
Edited March 8, 2017 by Dimwitrolo
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The faint red light flickered in the distance on the snowy evening in St. Petersburg, Russia. The bleak sky reflected an all-encompassing neutral tone on the Volskaya factory as dusk faded to evening. The factory was a known battleground that had caused many a fight to occur in securing objectives and disrupting its operations. The objective was simple enough; capture a point or defend until time expires and the battle was won. It fell upon the Blue team of six to defend this last objective in a tug-of-war conflict. However, the Blue team had boasted a small victory hardy enough to allow a counter-push back towards the Red base.
Reinhardt gave a hearty laugh and raised his fist to the skies. "WE BRING THE FIGHT TO THEM, catch them off guard and finish this for good." His voice broadcasted loudly over the room and finished his chant with a firm pat on his suit's chestpiece. It was difficult to not feel the morale boost from his passion.
With very little delay, Mei spoke up.
"I um- I'll defend the point to try-- if anyone tries to--- um sneak behind.", it was an awkward fumble of words to attempt to hide the real reason for wanting to abandon the team. The exchange was almost as embarrassing as the reason itself, but spared from a warming smile and salute from Tracer, "Of course, love. I believe in you!" This seemed enough for the remainder of their team to give a questioning shrug of their shoulders and push onwards to the next battle. In leading the charge, Tracer dashed away with the rest of the team trailing shortly behind and leaving Mei to herself. A hasty call to action brought about all-but-one mass exodus from defending the last objective room. It was a question Mei raised to the team with her alterior motives concealed.
The environmental scientist gingerly pushed her thick black-rimmed glasses up to the precipice of her nose. The sweat from an exhausted battle caused them to immediately slide down to rest lower on her nose again, eliciting a frustrated sigh. The sigh produced a plume of condensated breath with the freezing temperatures leaving much to be desired. Even with the gear prepared for such a climate, the weather sent an irregular chill throughout her body. There was still a flushness in her cheeks from the exhaustion of battle and a redness to her nose from the chill of the occasional whipping wind. With a gloved hand, she attempted to brush a few strays strands of her auburn hair away from her face.
"Um, everyone is gone, right?", the soft and insecure question was only met with a set of resounding echoes for confirmation. It brought awareness to just how large of an area the factory spanned. The main section of the factory was moments ago a heated battleground that now lay silent and uncharacteristically serene.
Mei gave an affirmative nod to her environmental robotic companion Snowball, "I guess my team is taking charge and it falls on me to defend this!" Her confidence melted away into concern almost instantly.
"But sooner rather than later would be so appreciated." Unconsciously Mei shifted the position of her feet, her body blaring and now free for broadcasting her need. The Chinese scientist had felt an urgent and desperate need to relieve herself over the span of the last battle. In the long and difficult fight for the final objective, after receiving a few injuries Mei had to drink several health capsules to stay engaged. In the intensity of battle her body had numbed her mind to the need in the obvious priority of attempting to stay alive.
In the post-battle it had taken her a valiant effort to obscure the direness of the situation. It was such a private matter and a problem her team need not know about. She could not live with the shame of letting all of the other five team members that she had worked with so closely that in a serious combat she had lost track of so basic a need as a grown woman.
It was then that Mei found herself in the quiet of the capture point room, only the soft hum of Snowball's processor and the distant work of a furnace to create any noise. Now free of judgment, her gloves quickly darted downward to hold herself. The pressure she was able to apply was drastically limited from the thickness of her particular jacket and let her presently unsatisfied. As a follow-up she jammed her gloved hand more forcefully to apply whatever pressure she could manage. She was unsure of how it had welled so quickly inside her after drinking just two health capsules. There was a swift run of her hand over the front of her jacket, but should could still feel the swell of a hardened and filled bladder inside of her.
"What if I just go really quick? If I went back to base to go no one would notice, right? I'm sure no one would get past my team." The bright blue interface of Snowball flickered in understanding, but it was ultimately a one-person conversation.
"But... Tracer had so much faith in me. I can't let her and the rest of the team down."
While deep in the dialogue, subconsciously Mei had began to rapidly tap her left boot on the cold metal flooring. In a quick glance at her wrist, the display showed a red 10 minute timer working its way downwards to zero.
The scientist stifled a desperate whimper and the weight her in bladder felt that much more overwhelming with a new dread filling her, "Ten minutes?!" The thought of holding for another ten minutes caused an anxious panic to set in for the climatologist. There was a definitely warmness and almost numbness in her abdomen that was now impossible to ignore. Mei stood still, internally debating the likely two-minute abandonment of her post and what consequences it could possibly have for her team.
Momentarily forgetting the want to keep her struggle to herself, Mei exclaimed, "I NEED TO GO SO BAD! HURRY UP!"
"I can do this. I can do this.I can do this! Just 9 more minutes", the short-haired scientist scrambled to pull together what confidence she could.
"I can d--" Her personal mantra was cut abruptly short with a nimble action as an arm with suddenly grappling around her throat and the press of a gun barrel against her back. In a quick flash the figure came into full form, a mechanical glove clutching around Mei's neck. The terrifying awe of the moment cause a temporary loss of control and a short burst of warmth rushed down Mei's thigh, dampening the patterned tights.
Sombra spoke with a smooth boldness that seemed laced with vicious intent, "You can do it? I'm not so sure amiga." The mexican hacker pressed the gun barrel more harshly against Mei's back, making sure the threat of death was known. "Let's talk."
[End of part I]
***Let me know what you think and of course of any grammar/spelling errors you find, thanks!*** |
"So--um. wha-", a confused jumble of words left the climatologist hostage. It was difficult to imagine that her situation could get any worse, but here it had tenfold. A moment of reprise allowed Mei to piece together the scene and attempt again to speak.
"What do you w-want? I won't give this point up, my team needs me." The words left her mouth with such little personal faith it was hard to place Mei as anything but helpless. Even in the tone there was no anger, just a plead, a beg for empathy. With a drawn weapon at her back she could not confirm, but the burst of wetness from being surprised still lingered, teasing a full release. The desperate need was to be discounted at the moment, as losing your life and what you promised to protect takes precedence. The ability to freeze herself crossed her mind, but with the device on her belt, it would be a test of speed from pulling a trigger and flipping a switch. A battle that would be gambling a loss against a trained gun-wielder.
If Mei were to turn around and see the devious expression Sombra was now showing, it would nothing less than disconcerting. The smile spoke of a dangerous intent with consequences yet to come with clear satisfaction. The deep purple eyes of Sombra stared at the previously unsuspecting prey from behind, her eyes full of vigor.
Sombra's voice was practiced in forced demands, the Mexican hacker spoke with a commanding tone laced with threats. "What do I want. Hm, good question. Well drop that gun at your hip unless you want this objective taken and your team to come back to your funeral." The lack of hesitation in her voice was the most unsettling part of her words.
Mei found the will to speak up, taking a brief pause as her bladder gave a warning throb. The dampness on her thighs caused a flush to begin again rising to her cheeks. It was time to accept the situation. With being compelled from her captor, Mei detached the Endothermic Blaster from its holster. The metal blaster dropped loudly to the floor as one of the canisters on the side promptly broke. "I... let my team down, but can't you just let me go? I can go to base and you can freely have this point."
"Who said I here for the point?" Sombra tensed her arm more tightly, bringing Mei's body more into hers.
"So you want to kill me?"
"Kill? You think so little of me. Why do you want to go back to base? Your team is fighting to hard out there it does not seem right to go relax, huh amiga?"
Mei stood silently, pondering a way to keep her strife secret. Another short leak pressed the dialogue forward, snapping her out of her thoughts. The portion of her tights that had quickly gone cold from the temperatures had now revived its warmth. With all of the tenseness of her body and as a captive it was difficult to think clearly. "I-- need to go."
"Oh? Go where, do you have a meeting?", the tone sent despair all throughout the Chinese woman's body as it was clearly meant for toying with her prey. Although not mentioning it previously, Sombra knew her plight. Now she just wanted to force Mei to vocalize it.
"Go-- to the restroom." The admission felt shameful. For a profession in a life-or-death situation, it felt like the plea of a little girl. Even worse that some was already released. The fortunate detail was how the length of her thick jacket kept the darkened part of her tights hidden.
The Mexican woman loosened her grip on Mei's throat, allowing a little relief of breath. "There, was that so hard?"
The easing her throat allowed for a question, but being likely seconds away from a full accident, there was a boldness in Mei's voice not found before, "Can I go to the base then?". Sombra withdrew the pressure of the gun at the pose of the question.
The question was posed and there was a lull in conversation after the scientist's words. Without notice, a warm hand patted the inside of her thigh, causing a surprise and an involuntary release. A fresh burst of warmth escaped, that cascaded lower down her thigh than the previous, "HEY!"
"Seems like you're a little late for the restroom, snowflake." Sombra said, finishing a quick brush of the saturated patterns tights of Mei. "I thought they potty trained members for the Overwatch initiative, guess I was wrong."
What started as a simple blush turned fully reddened, blood rushing to the face of the captive climatologist in embarrassment. An accident was mere seconds away and the predator that held her knew the stakes. Mei could barely feel her abdomen anymore, the sensation lost to numbness for holding to so much liquid and straining her muscles so much. The chinese woman could feel the cooling sensation of wind brushing by the sweat beading on her forehead.
"You can go.", the words echoed in Mei's head, the excitement giving her weakened bladder muscles a moment's resolve to hold on for the finish line. Was this a trick? It seemed too good to be true. Maybe Sombra had just wanted to torment her and have her definition of fun, but she had to confirm.
Mei spoke, "I can go back to base?"
The laugh the hacker released shattered her hopes before the words she said were even processed.
The petite woman holding her hostage flicked her brown hair to the side, then leaned in next to Mei's ear whispering, "Hardly. No, you can go here and now." |
Hello, everyone! Anyone who read any of my Overwatch stories will probably know what to expect, but for those new: I love fear wetting/messing, and there is a lot of it. While I'm only opening with the one short story here, this thread will be where I post any others I write. So for now, I hope you guys like it!
The Battle of the Broken Shore
An Alliance ship sailed for the Broken Shore. The Legion had returned, and a massive battle was unfolding there. The situation was dire, dire enough that King Varian Wrynn himself was coming to face the threat. Miriam and Lia, two Alliance knights in their full armor and colors, looked out at the pale, unearthly green glow on the horizon. After a few tours on Outland, Miriam had learned to be deathly afraid of the Legion. Lia, however, had never confronted so much as an imp. What a surprise she’s in for, thought Miriam.
People were shouting suddenly. What was wrong? There was too much noise from every direction. All the ships, all the people shouting, the waves, the sounds of demons. DEMONS?!
Strange, gargoyle-like creatures at begun attacking the ships. Some landed and entered into brutal melees with nearby soldiers, but some just grabbed an unlucky victim and flew off with them, taking them who-knows-where.
“Come on, Miriam, we have to help!” Lia shouted, as she drew her sword and shield and made for the enemy, as one of the beasts landed on their particular ship. But Miriam did not move to help. She was completely still with fear. She’d seen what demons could do to even the strongest of mortals. She’d seen how many of them there were.
As the gargoyle raked its claw across a knight, tearing his armor wide open, Miriam’s wavering control over her bladder failed. Hot urine streamed into, then through her panties, wetting them. She felt the urine flow down her toned, muscly thighs, then flowing out between the chainmail segments of her armor, loudly splattering onto the wooden floor beneath her, leaving a fairly embarrassing puddle.
Lia was still foolhardy in her bravery, and climbed atop the demon, expertly shoving her sword into its neck. It screamed in pain before collapsing to the ground, dead. Despite this victory, Miriam’s fears were not abated, for she could only think that it took half a platoon of seasoned men and women just to kill one of the beasts.
Lia strode over, a look of mild annoyance upon her face, “We could have used some help, you know,”.
“I… I know, I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve seen what demons are capable of,”
“Then why don’t you help us stop them?”
“That’s why I’m here, but just… being face-to-face with one, I couldn’t move, I could only...” she glanced down at her puddle with shame.
Lia took notice of the puddle, too. She place an armored hand on Miriam’s armored shoulder, and with some sympathy said “you can trust me to have your back, you know,”. She gave her shoulder a bit of a squeeze, “I can trust you to have mine, right?”.
Miriam’s fear subsided a bit, “Yeah. Yeah, you can,”.
A man up in the crow’s nest suddenly screamed down to the crew, “INFERNALS! EVASIVE ACTIONS!!”.
Miriam might never have seen those strange bat demons before, but she was well acquainted with the dreaded infernals. Terrifying, towering monsters made of black rock and green, demonic fire. She looked to the sky, and sure enough, several meteors leaving fiery green trails rained from the heavens upon them. Miriam felt her bowels begin to loosen, for if an infernal crashed into their ship, no amount of skill or training would save them.
She might not have been the most pious individual, but she began to pray to the Light for safety. As she prayed, the ship nearest to theirs was suddenly obliterated in a massive explosion of green felfire. Anyone who wasn’t incinerated immediately was likely to drown, or to become food for the island’s less-than-friendly marine life. As she watched the wreckage sink, yet continue to burn in its demonic way, her bowels expelled their contents.
Her black panties bulged, and reached out until they touched the seat of her plate armor. Her expulsion was forceful, and Lia, who heard the sounds of Miriam’s release, looked at her butt to notice that Miriam’s armor covering her ass actually moved back slightly. Miriam continued pushing log after log into her armor, her attempts to regain control were utter failures.
Lia couldn’t judge her, for her own panties became wet with urine upon seeing the explosion. She didn’t fully lose control, but most certainly had a wet spot the size of a few coins on the front of her skimpy black panties. She felt a single, small trail of urine course down her right leg, making its way into her boot.
Miriam looked out at armies of demons gathering on the shores, the ones she’d be fighting in mere minutes. She was terrified beyond all recognition, but she would fight, for that is what a warrior does. And looking at the other knights on the ship, she was far from the only one who’d be running into battle in sodden panties, if all the armored feet standing in puddles was any indication.
This was going to be a long battle.
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Lia was on fire. It was probably best to specify that she was not literally on fire, considering their opponents. No, she was on fire in the sense that she must have killed sixty demons in half as many minutes. Her armor was tattered and largely destroyed by now. Her chestplate had been discarded, leaving only a chainmail shirt covering her upper body. One of her shoulder pads had been blown away, leaving only the pad on her right shoulder, which was dented and damaged. Her helmet had been knocked off, revealing her scarred face, and long blonde hair.
She was quite the demon, herself, spitting toe-curling curses as she carved through demons like a knife through butter, and issuing terrifying war cries. Quite frankly, the loss of her armor only made her faster, not more vulnerable. Miriam’s job at this point had devolved into protecting Lia’s backside from any demons attempting to sneak up on her. Her wet legs and messy bottom were uncomfortable, still, but she ignored it for her friend’s sake.
A large felguard charged at the duo, screaming all the way. Miriam raised her shield, and braced herself for the battle. She and the demon parried and struck with wild ferocity. The felguard was obviously surprised by her strength and fortitude; perhaps they’d been promised easy conquest and were finding it not-so-easy. After a few more rounds of striking back and forth, Miriam’s sword slashed across the demon’s hamstring, bringing down into a kneeling position. With the difference in height now negated, Miriam swung, and decapitated the monster. She turned towards her friend, “Lia, did you see that?!” she shouted with pride.
Her happiness died quickly, however, as she saw Lia being thrown to the ground by an enormous doomguard. The beast roared, and Miriam felt her crotch grown warm once again. Small rivulets of pee worked their way down her legs. The demon raised its weapon up, preparing to bring it down upon Lia, who had long since discarded her shield. Realizing this, Miriam threw her shield to Lia, who grabbed it eagerly.
The doomguard brought its massive sword down, slamming into the shield. Lia was an expert at playing through the fear, but today it got the better of her. As her arms nearly crumpled under the weight of the next strike, her bladder crumpled under the weight of her fright. Warmth engulfed her crotch and ass, pooling on the ground around her. On the next hit, her bowels voided, propelling her semisolid mess into her skimpy panties, which could hardly contain it. After the next hit, more mess came out, overwhelming her (poor choice in) panties. As the mess slipped by her almost thong-like underwear and into her armor, another hit nearly split the shield in half. She was certain that one more hit would cleave the shield, and also her, in half.
The demon screamed suddenly, however, and Lia looked up to see Miriam mirroring her own trick from earlier: she had climbed upon the demon, and was stabbing it in the neck. The beasts overly-muscled arms could not reach her. With a few more gory, grotesque slashes, Miriam had all but removed the demon’s entire throat, and it finally collapsed, dead.
Miriam offered Lia her hand, which she accepted. She stood, and prepared to face more demons, but she noticed: her army was retreating. The demons were advancing. A loud, authoritative voice boomed in the distance, “Fall back! Fall back! We’re retreating from the Broken Shore!”. While it certainly wasn’t hard to understand why, looking at the incredibly massive force of demons, Lia still could hardly accept it. Only when Miriam grabbed hold of her arm and began pulling as hard as she could did Lia move.
They boarded the ship that brought them here, which had mercifully not been incinerated, yet. Only moments after they stepped foot on the ship, it began to depart, leaving anyone still on the Shore to their fate. Lia was very grateful that her armor hid her fairly large accident from the other knights. As she saw some female draenei priest whose pants had a large wet stain down the front, and a lumpy, brown bulge in the back, she was reminded that there were probably very few people on this ship who hadn’t soiled themselves pretty thoroughly.
She looked back at the island, hatefully. This time, Miriam put her arm on Lia’s shoulder, which gave some comfort. The mess that was smeared across her ass and some of her legs just seemed to accentuate the feeling of total defeat.
They would come back. She would come back. And next time, she would not lose. |
Just wrote up the next part, involves my pandaren and a human.
The Duel
Two warriors walked towards one another, faces stoic, knowing what would come next. A duel had been issued, and the two would battle each other with every last drop of energy they had. They had met in the tranquil forests of Elwynn, and, recognizing each other was talented fighters, resolved to test the other’s mettle.
The first was a simple human, with somewhat pale skin and long, red hair that cascaded down her back and shoulders. Like many fighters, she had opted for some… less conventional armor. Black armor covered her arms and upper chest, leaving her midsection exposed. Plate metal leggings rose up to just above her knees, then cut off. Her crotch and ass were clad in a black metal “bikini”, which was relatively conservative, as she had chosen one whose backside covered her entire ass, instead of a metal thong.. Her armor clung tightly to her lithe, fit body. She wielded an ornate, black and purple longsword.
The other fighter was an entirely different sight to behold. She was no human at all, but a pandaren; a race of humanoid panda-like people. As was inherent in her species, she had a good bit of weight to her. Her quite large breasts were actually being pressed up against her in her tight armor. Her legs and arms (and ass, for that matter) were quite thick. But make no mistake: they were not thick with fat, they were thick with muscle. Large, powerful black-and-red plate covered her from head to toe, aside from her head, which was adorned with a simple conical hat. She wielded a matching black-and-red longsword.
Both fighters held out their swords, and touched them together, signalling the fight’s start.
The pandaren was unexpectedly fast, and had closed the distance between the two almost immediately, with her blade already slicing towards the human woman. The human barely put her sword up in time to block. The sudden shock from the sheer force of the hit caused her crotch to mysteriously turn warm and wet. As the human managed to push the pandaren back, she was cognisant of two drops of urine running down her right leg. She hoped her opponent couldn’t see them.
Despite being forced back, the pandaren continued her relentless offensive, delivering overpowering strike after overpowering strike. The human had made the grave mistake of not taking a pandaren seriously. As each strike collided with the human woman’s blade, the pandaren noticed with satisfaction that a few telling drops seemed to flow from the sides of her metal bikini. She felt her own crotch grow slightly wet, but with something other than urine. The pandaren resolved to make the human fully wet herself.
In that aim, she threw a feint attack, and, when the human moved to block, the pandaren turned, and drove her weapon’s pommel into the human’s exposed gut. The woman’s left arm wrapped around her gut as she groaned in pain. She slowly came to her senses, and was vaguely aware of a pitter-patter sound coming from below her. She looked down, and, to her great embarrassment, saw twin streams of urine flowing down both of her legs, and splashing on the grass beneath her. Her pale face glowed a bright enough red to nearly match her hair. She looked angrily at the pandaren, who simply giving a smug smirk at the human’s plight.
With renewed vigor fueled by her anger, the human lunged forward, using her armor’s mobility to launch strike after strike at the pandaren, who was only able to block a few hits. Luckily for her, her armor was strong enough to withstand all the hits that landed. The human spun suddenly, and swung her blade in a large vertical arc. The pandaren jumped backwards as quickly as she could, but the blade still sliced through her hat, passing directly in front her nose, close enough to scratch it.
Both women simply stood still, panting for a moment. The pandaren’s face suddenly shifted to one of disbelief, and, upon closely listening, the human could hear why. The sound of water hitting metal was plainly heard, but hardly a drop could be seen escaping the pandaren’s thick armor. The pandaren was no stranger to accidents, and was able to instantly recognize the warm sheath that suddenly covered both of her legs, wetting her fur. One of the downsides to wearing her favorite set of armor was the total lack of anywhere for her urine to exit from. It simply filled up her boots and greaves with her shameful liquid.
The pandaren’s face shifted from disbelief to a friendly smile. The two were on equal terms again. They both readied their weapons, and charged again. Masterful strikes were met with masterful parries. Neither one could gain any manner of advantage. After what felt like hours of combat, the human’s concentration lapsed for only a moment, but it was all the pandaren needed. The pandaren’s blade made contact with the human’s sword, then suddenly shot upwards, launching the weapon into the air, far away from the human. As she looked upwards, the pandaren slammed into her with all her might, throwing the human to the ground.
She lay on her back, her whole body aching. As she began to rise, she felt the tip of the pandaren’s sword against her throat. She felt her lower body seem to quiver, and then felt her ass cheeks part as she defecated in her underwear. Her plate bikini shifted downwards as it filled with her mess.
The pandaren had a front row seat to the show, and she was quite happy with what she was seeing. Her crotch again warmed up as she saw the other woman sitting in her own mess like that. She pulled the sword away, and sheathed it, chuckling all the way. The human woman was slightly confused, even more so when the pandaren extended her arm to help her up.
“That was a fine duel, friend!” the pandaren exclaimed.
“A fine duel?” the woman asked, with a hesitant smile upon her face, “we both wet ourselves. And I… well...” she said, placing a hand on her ass and feeling the moderately-sized bulge there.
“Do you propose we would have dirtied our pants from a mediocre battle?” the pandaren countered, placed a hand on the human’s shoulder.
“No. I suppose we wouldn’t have,” the human said, giving a meaningful smile to her new comrade. She shifted her weight a little, and felt her mess squish in her underpants, “Hey, at least you didn’t… you know… in your panties,”.
The pandaren could tell that the human was still quite upset over her failure to control herself, and suddenly she knew what to do about it. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that...” she said, getting the human’s attention.
Her face scrunched up slightly, and she pushed. Soft mess slid out of her with a loud crackling noise. It spilled into her panties, which would have ballooned out to comical proportions had she not been wearing armor. Her waste flattened out, filling up the space between her large cheeks and thighs. Despite her armor’s presence, she still felt her panties slide down somewhat, struggling to hold the weight of what she just did in her pants. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, as the human looked on in shocked silence.
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, and then both burst out into laughter. The situation just seemed too crazy to be real.
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Pandaren culture placed a pretty large emphasis on ale, and any pandaren worth their salt had plenty of the stuff to spare at any given time. This warrior was no exception. After she and the human had cleaned themselves, they made camp in the woods as the sun began to set, and the pandaren had produced many casks from somewhere of her favorite ale. The two drank, told tales, and laughed through half the night.
At last, they settled into their tent, both stripped down to their spare pairs of underwear. The human’s exhaustion took her fairly quickly, and she passed out, lying on her side, with one arm across the pandaren’s ample breasts. The pandaren, however, was not so fast to sleep. She just lay there, soaking in the moment. And soaking in something else, she realized, as her left thigh suddenly felt a hot wetness touch it. She moved one hand to her new partner’s privates, and sure enough, felt hot pee gushing from them, creating a puddle around her, and touching the pandaren.
The pandaren sighed in pleasure. She relaxed, gave a slight push, and felt her own bladder give way. The front of her panties quickly darkened, and the wetness flowed down to her butt as she lay on her back. Her sleeping bag was totally saturated with both women’s full releases. As she lay in bliss and warmth, she closed her eyes, and began to drift off to sleep.
These were our last panties… she realized, just as she drifted off to sleep. |
Another new part! Hope you guys like it.
The Assassin
The pandaren and the human had grown close over the last several days. After their… “eventful” duel, they’d decided to travel together. They travelled through the murky Wetlands, a monster-infested swampland that nearly had all the civilization stomped out of it after the Cataclysm. The human woman, Cassie, walked a bit to her left, to be closer to her new partner. The pandaren had an appropriately foreign name, Beili (pronounced bay-LEE).
Cassie took a little break from her revealing outfit, and now wore a simple chainmail shirt and basic grey pants. The Wetlands were dangerous, to be sure, but for two veteran warriors, it shouldn’t be too hard on them. Her long, red hair hung free and loose down her back.
Beili had worn a brown jacket and white skirt that reached down to her ankles. Any normal person would have to be insane to come to the Wetlands with no armor on, but Beili was no ordinary person. Incredible muscle hid underneath her unexpectedly feminine clothing. Ask her, and she’d tell you she wore the coat and skirt because it proved her strength and fearlessness- that she had no real need of her armor. Cassie had come to suspect, however, that she really wore it because it allowed her to pee herself without anyone noticing.
If the events of their duel had somehow left any doubt, Cassie could now say with certainty that her new companion definitely had a fondness for using her clothes as a restroom; as well as making others do the same. She had so far gotten eight female fighters to wet themselves in the last five days. Four of them even soiled themselves, as well. And, as mentioned, Beili was quite fond of “losing control” herself, and would often join her opponent in wetting/soiling herself, regardless of whether or not she could actually hold it. Sometimes, just as she walked, Cassie could hear the telltale *pitter patter* of urine hitting armor, or the ground beneath Beili.
While she did not initially share in Beili’s odd kink, Cassie did accept it. Over the last few days, at Beili’s constant urging, she had tried it several times. She had to admit: she was getting used to it. The feeling of warmth and wetness running down your legs. The feeling of your own mess in your pants. She could not explain her attraction to it, but it was more than just for Beili’s sake- she had begun to enjoy the sensation genuinely. She liked peeing in her pants. She liked pooping in her pants. She wasn’t at Beili’s level of comfort, though. She could not bring herself to just… go on herself whenever and wherever. She typically reserved her “accidents” for alone time with Beili.
“Hey Cassie...” Beili began in a sultry voice.
“Yes?”
“I have to use the restroom,” she said, flashing a smile like a criminal to an accomplice.
“What creative solution do you have for this problem this time?”
“I was thinking I would pee,”
“Shocking,”
“Maybe you’d like to join me?”
“I’d love to, if I weren’t wearing pants,” Cassie said, gesturing to the garment she wore.
“Oh, don’t be a baby,”
“Says the woman who’s about to wet herself,” Cassie put her hands on her hips, “people won’t notice if you piss yourself, they will if I do,”.
“Fine, fine. I’ll wait till later,” Beili said with a pouty face.
Shortly after they finished talking, they saw something strange up ahead. Sudden, violent footprints were left in the muddy ground, heading off into a pass between two hills. The two exchanged a knowing glance, then a knowing nod. They were warriors, and they knew they’d either find a person in need, and/or a worthy challenge this way. They sprinted off in the direction of the footprints.
They arrived at the scene of the crime, so to speak. A young dwarf woman was sitting down, back up against a rocky wall. Even from their considerable distance away, they could see the massive puddle she sat in, as well as the pile of mess bulging between her legs. An orc woman, dressed in all-black leather armor stood over her, daggers drawn. The orc was getting closer. Cassie and Beili shared one look- it was all they needed to communicate their plans to each other.
They took off, one running to the orc’s right, and one to the left. While they didn’t bring their armor, they definitely did bring their weapons. Drawing their powerful blades, they both struck at the orc. She was clearly startled, and now scared out of her wits as the tables were turned against her. She managed to bring up her swords and block both hits, but she couldn’t stop the four-second-long stream of urine that gushed into her leather pants, and flowed down her legs in small rivers.
In perfect unison, Cassie kicked, and swept the orc’s legs out from under her; at the same moment, Beili drove her blade’s pommel into the orc’s face, sending her tumbling backwards. She landed on her back, and felt more urine seep into her already drenched panties.
“I fucking hate orcs,” Cassie said with venom.
As the orc woman struggled to get up, Beili was upon her, and wrapped one hand around the orc’s neck, then hoisted her into the air. The orc tried to hit Beili’s arm, but even her strong physique was no match for Beili’s might. While Beili wasn’t exactly strangling her with all her strength, the orc still could hardly breathe through her fear and panic. Her bowels expelled their contents into her panties suddenly, filling the air with a wet, crackling sound as the seat of her black leather pants suddenly expanded and bulged. Along with this mess came her urine. For whatever it was worth, her pants didn’t show the urine stains, but she could still feel it flowing down her legs, soaking her underwear, and ultimately pouring down her feet and onto the ground, which was about a foot and a half below her feet.
As Beili saw the woman completely lose control, she just couldn’t help herself. She stopped holding back the floodgates, and felt her urine spill out into her panties. The twin streams raced down her legs, and she felt her fur grow wet and warm. Small puddles formed around her feet, which grew until they joined at the center. She peed for what felt like ages.
After she was done wetting herself, Beili noticed that the orc woman had passed out. She didn’t know if she knocked her out by choking her or simply by scaring her, but one way or another, she was out cold. Beili set the woman down on the ground, then moved to help the dwarf woman, who was simply watching in astonishment.
“Are you alright, friend?” Beili asked, offering her hand.
“U-uh, aye. Thanks,” the dwarf replied, accepting the hand.
The poor thing had been too stunned to move during the whole ordeal, and simply sat in her own pool and mess for the entire duration. She blushed heavily and tried to cover the stain with her hands.
“Don’t be embarassed, friend,” Beili said, hiking up her skirt just enough to reveal her clearly wet fur, “you’re not alone,”.
“Aye, I suppose not,” she said, giving a grateful smile.
Cassie chimed in, “hey guys? What should we do with her?” She was pointing to the unconscious orc.
“Leave her. I’d say she’s learned her lesson,” Beili said.
The others were worried about letting her live, but Beili was insistent. They took some solace in the fact that she would awake to her wet and messy state.
They headed off, eager to put some distance between themselves and this area. And, they had a new friend to get acquainted with.
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I come bearing an update. A long one, too. This chapter is only marginally shorter than the other three, put together. Hope you guys like it!
The Hunter
The party and their new companion had made camp in the Arathi Highlands, away from the swamps and mud of the Wetlands. The dwarf had decided to stick with them for a while. It turned out she was a priest by the name of Bhalna. When she was attacked, she had wet and soiled herself, and had pretty well ruined her only outfit. Beili had lent her some green pants and a matching green/purple shirt that only barely fit the dwarf woman. Beili herself had neglected to change out of her wet panties, which were well-hidden underneath her white skirt.
Bhalna was of fairly average height for a dwarf. She had little muscle, though a somewhat bulky body. Stereotypes abounded about female dwarves not being the most attractive creatures, but Bhalna stood in open defiance of that belief. She had a perfectly clear face, and matching perfect complexion. Her black hair was tied in a loose ponytail.
“Still can’t believe I pissed meself like that,” Bhalna stated mournfully, gazing into the campfire.
“It happens to everyone,” Beili said, shrugging.
“It really does,” added Cassie.
“Still though, we’re supposed tae have more control than that. I’m a priest, after all.”
“Hey, I’m a knight and I still lost control of my bladder in about half the battles I’ve been in,” Cassie comforted.
“Like when?” The dwarf asked, skeptical.
“Well, I was fighting a tauren one time, and during the fight she got a hold of my sword, took it out of my hands, and snapped it like a twig. She just glared at me and tossed the pieces at my feet, and next thing I knew, well...” She blushed a bit, “Suddenly a puddle had formed around my boots, and the seat of my underwear had changed color,”.
“Well, you’re alive, so I take it they didn’t kill ye?”
“Nope. She moved in to finish the job, but I slid under her and-” she performed a mock punch, “right where the sun doesn’t shine!”
Beili blinked in amazement, “you punched a tauren in the-”
“Yup. She yelled, then pissed herself good. I would’ve finished her, but my sword was a little… indisposed. So I just took the chance and fled,” she admitted the last part with a little shame.
After a moment of silence, Bhalna coughed then spoke up, “don’t suppose either of ye happened to bring any drinks?”.
Beili suddenly had a twinkle in her eye. Cassie remembered waking up the first time she drank with Beili. She didn’t know if the pandaren spiked the drinks, or just distracted you till you had an accident, but the alcohol was definitely a key part of the plan.
“As a matter of fact...” Beili produced a large cask of her finest brew.
The dwarf’s face lit up with excitement at the sight of the barrel.
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About an hour-and-a-half had passed, and all three women were now sufficiently drunk. Beili and Bhalna were telling jokes, and laughing hard. As Beili finished the punchline of a particularly funny joke, the dwarf woman exploded in laughter. As she was laughing, Beili looked to down to see the dwarf’s pants darkening at the crotch, the resulting puddle spreading across the tree stump she used as a seat.
Beili simply chuckled and pointed, while the dwarf woman, still in a state of overwhelming laughter, slowly looked down and assessed her situation. “I… I think that’s a sign,” she said, slurring heavily. She rose, and moved towards the tent, “time for bed,”. Bhalna walked forward, then collapsed on top of a sleeping bag.
For the first time in a little while, Beili looked over to Cassie, and found her passed out on the ground, pants similarly wet at the crotch. The stain on Cassie’s pants was several inches across, but obviously not all she had to offer. Beili smiled warmly, then picked the unconscious woman up, and set her down inside the tent, next to Bhalna. As she set her down, Cassie quietly rolled onto her side, then grunted. A look of relief washed across her sleeping face, and Beili watched the back of the woman’s pants expand as she filled it in her sleep. Moments later, she emptied whatever was left in her bladder, the dark stain spilling across her left thigh as she lay on her side.
Beili smiled in arousal and, unable to resist, placed her hand on the sleeping woman’s messy bulge. She squeezed a little, and felt it flatten out across the woman’s butt. Excitement overwhelmed her, but she had no one to… play with at the moment. She’d have to take care of the urge alone. She rose, then moved to put some distance between herself and the camp, privacy being the goal.
Her thoughts were largely disjointed and unaware in her drunken state. Oooh, here’s some bushes… were we camped that close to the big bridge? These bushes are real close to a ledge… maybe I should back up…As she prepared to back away from a ledge that provided a multi-hundred foot drop into a watery grave, a large wolf suddenly lunged just as she turned around. Beili yelped in alarm, feeling some pee escape into her still damp panties. She jumped back, dodging the attack. Although, something was off. She wasn’t scratched or bitten, but she felt like she moving. Fast.
The gravity of the situation (pun intended) dawned on her, as she looked down and realized she was now falling, likely to her doom. Her vision was somewhat blurred, but she could still see the large body of water she was about to die in. And she could see it rapidly approaching. She screamed, and felt her bowels release. A very loud, low-pitched PBTPBPTPBTPBTP sounded from her rear, and she felt her red panties fill to the brim with mess. From the space just between her thighs to halfway up her buttcheeks, her mess spread. Before long, it had reached the size of half a cantaloupe. The back of her skirt bulged out as her ever-expanding panties impacted it.
As she scrambled for something to save her, she managed to grab hold of a large branch sticking out from the rocks. Miraculously, it supported her weight. She looked down, and saw that she still had a ways to go before she would hit the water. The fall was still very likely to kill her, so letting go was a no-go. As she was looking down, a much softer, quieter pffffffft came from her backside, and she managed to somehow push even more mess into her very full panties. The branch held, but it probably wouldn’t do that forever.
This was quite a conundrum.
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A blood elf woman watched with satisfaction as the pandaren warrior, whom she assumed to be the group’s leader, fell off the ledge. The wolf that had done the deed slowly walked over to her, and she knelt down and began petting his head.
“Good boy!” she repeatedly said, as she reached into her back and produced some raw meat, which the wolf eagerly ate. As the wolf ate, the tall, slender woman stood upright, and pushed her hair back a bit. Her hair was a deep reddish bronze, and hung in wild twists and curls down to her shoulders. Her skin was a beautiful amber, and her eyes glowed the fierce green of her people. She wore a light chainmail shirt over the top of a dark green doublet. Her legs were covered with green plate around her pelvis and thighs, then chainmail armor covered the rest of her shapely legs. A large rifle was holstered on her back.
When her pet finished eating, the hunter began looking for the pandaren’s tracks. Her orc friend, Oza, had a target who received unexpected help and managed to escape. The blood elf, Syra, had found her orc friend unconscious in a pool of her own urine, with a foul mess in her poor, undeserving pants. After a long round of relentless teasing, Syra offered to help the rogue kill her target. According to what Oza had said, the pandaren was the biggest threat, and had given her a proper throttling, so it was good that she was the first to stray from the group.
After a few moments, the skilled hunter found the pandaren’s tracks, and began following them back to their camp. The ashy remnants of a campfire smoldered, and nearby a tent stood, with its flaps wide open. Are they even trying? Thought the hunter. Her wolf excitedly prowled around, then made ready to pounce into the tent on its master’s command. As the hunter stepped forward, she noticed a smell in the air: alcohol. Lots of it.
So they pummeled my friend, then had a party? She thought as she noted the many discarded bottles and cups on the ground. Then another scent passed by her nostrils. In disgust, she covered her mouth and nose with one hand as she cringed and gagged. It would seem one of them lost control as they drank, she thought, then sniffed again, Ugh, at least one.
She drew her rifle, then peered inside the tent. Indeed, two women were asleep next to each other, a human and a dwarf. The dwarf was asleep on her belly, and had a large stain betwixt her legs, reaching almost to her knees, and covering her butt. The human, however, was lying on her side, in a puddle, her left leg utterly drenched. A lumpy bulge rested on her buttocks. The sight reminded Syra of the sight of her unconscious friend, a bit.
She began loading the rifle, but looked up in alarm as a confused “wha-” came from the dwarven woman. The dwarf rolled over, and sat up suddenly, and quickly took stock of the Horde adversary in front of her. Lots of things happened in a flash. To the participants, things seemed to move in slow motion. The hunter finished loading her weapon, then immediately fired at the waking dwarf; at the same time, her loyal pet understood that combat had begun, and lunged forward, ready to tear the dwarf’s throat out; as the deadly bullet and deadly wolf raced towards her, the dwarf held her arms out, and a shimmering barrier covered both her and the unconscious Cassie.
The bullet was repelled effortlessly, and ricocheted off the barrier, causing the blood elf woman to duck quickly. She felt no small amount of shame as a quick release of urine wet her panties at the sudden event. The wolf was mid-jump as the barrier expanded, which impacted its snout forcefully, sending it flying several feet back, whimpering. In anger, the hunter moved forward, then began bashing the butt of her rifle into the priest’s shield. It had no real effect. The priest sneered at her from inside the barrier, knowing that the hunter could not get inside.
The dwarf stood up. Her legs shook and wobbled, signifying that the liquor was still choking her head. She put her hands together in a prayer formation, inhaled sharply, then exhaled a strange light engulfed her body. It wasn’t an easy technique, but it was one she had honed over many years of drinking and bar-hopping until she pissed herself. She had cleansed herself of the alcohol’s effects. This spell had a side-effect, however. The substance needed somewhere to go. It found its exit, she knew, as another wave of urine spilled into her borrowed pants. The stain that covered her thighs and butt grew, and reached down to her ankles. In her now sober state, she was able to feel properly embarassed about it.
As the dwarf finished her strange ritual, Syra fallen back a bit, and summoned her pet to her side. The priest’s barrier would only last maybe ten, twenty seconds longer. As soon as it faded, her simple shirt would not save her from a bullet through the heart. The dwarf knew it, too. She began weighing her options, but all possible scenarios ended with her being shot or eaten by a wolf. All except one, but it was a spell she hated using. As quick as she could, the young priest extended her hand, but it was not light that engulfed it this time. A thick, black and purple smoke erupted from her hand, as the priest’s eyes glowed purple.
The blood elf only wondered what was happening for a second. Then she felt it. She felt the priest in her head. Mind Control! She realized, all too late. Her brain had become a battleground between herself and the priest. She collapsed to her knees, arms and legs twitching and flailing as two entities vied for control of them. As she rolled around on her back, struggling against the mental invader, she had to forego control of some things. Her bladder emptied with no resistance, and her dark red panties quickly saturated at the front, and the wetness flowed down, leaking through her armored greaves. As she continued to thrash about in a warm puddle, her bowels had to be let go, as well. She lifted up her legs a bit, and a foul squelch could be heard as her mess erupted into her panties. The mess squished up against her armor, leaving no sign of its presence aside from the odor.
The wolf was well-aware of the sudden anguish its master was in, and it was able to see the cause of it. It also saw the dwarf’s shield dissipate, having run its course. The wolf pounced upon the woman, and tore into her exposed arm. The dwarf screamed, and fell backwards, the wolf on top of her, continuing to mangle her arm. Had she not expelled the contents of her bowels earlier, she certainly would have now.
With her concentration interrupted, the blood elf was suddenly the only one in her body, as it should be. She lied on her back for a short few seconds, panting heavily. She sat up, and felt her mess squish up against her butt. She looked down and noticed the puddle that she sat in, as well. She felt bile rising in her throat as she looked on in disgust. Then she noticed the screaming behind her. She turned around to see her loyal pet tearing the priest apart. You are gonna get so many treats, she thought gratefully.
She rose up, her legs still not fully back under her control. With the human still unconscious somehow, and the dwarf woman incapacitated, all she needed was two short trigger pulls.
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As the battle was happening, Beili was still holding on to the branch. The excitement of mortal peril had worn off, and she was, quite frankly, bored. Her messy bottom was ever-present, and every movement of her legs allowed her to feel it squish up against her. To combat the boredom, she began pulling her legs up and wiggling them around, feeling her expulsion fill up every part of her panties, and cover her backside. Her fur would need a very thorough cleaning, but that was nothing new to her.
After she had some fun with her mess for a few moments, she realized: she had to pee. Pretty badly. She gave a deep sigh, and her butt and legs tensed for a second, before going completely slack. Wetness filled her still damp panties, and her streams ran down her legs. The warmth was actually pretty nice, since it was kind of chilly. She looked down a bit to notice the front of her skirt had a growing wet splotch at the front, which was flowing downwards. She gave an aroused smile and sigh. She was in bliss. She only regretted she didn’t have a free hand to help her expand on that bliss. She rubbed her wet legs together, feeling the damp fur against herself. As she felt her wet crotch and legs, and felt her messy butt and full panties, it was just too much. She was overcome with pleasure. She gasped, and felt a different liquid flow into her ruined panties.
Maybe it was the fact that she had just cum in the face of mortal danger (something she resolved to work into her new life motto), but it was the best orgasm she’d ever had.
Several minutes later, her problem still remained: she was still stuck. And she was becoming reasonably sure that her friends weren’t coming to save her any time soon. She looked around for anything she could use to her advantage. As she assessed the cliff face she dangled from, she noticed that it had several rocky outcroppings. Much too far apart for a normal person to climb, but she was no normal person (in a variety of ways). She realized that with some careful precision, admittedly, a lot to ask of a drunk person, she could use the warrior skill “Heroic Leap” to climb the ledges. Using her mighty, muscled arms, she lifted herself up on top of the branch, and felt it groan in protest. She hurried over to the base of it, where it stuck out from the cliff.
Her eyes darted about the cliff face until she spotted a nearby outcropping, many yards above her. She bent her legs, then jumped with all her might, hurtling through the air as if launched from a catapult. She landed with a crash upon the rocky promontory, and looked down to see the branch that had been supporting her fall from the cliff, and tumble into the waters below. Heroic Leap took a short while to recover from, so it was going to take her a few moments to finish her climb.
As she prepared to jump up to next ledge in line, she resolved to maybe not tell her friends that she almost died because she picked a dangerous place to try and masturbate.
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Cassie groaned angrily, and sat upright, too tired and inebriated to pay much attention to the mess in her underwear. She had risen to shout at Beili and Bhalna to shut up so she could sleep, but stopped with her mouth open when she saw Bhalna being attacked by a wolf, and a strange, gun-wielding blood elf walking towards the pair of them. She reached to her side, grabbed a weapon, and stood up. She nearly collapsed from the effort, but managed to keep her feet. She turned, and quickly kicked the wolf in the side as hard as she could, forcing it off of Bhalna, and then charge the hunter.
Syra held up her rifle, and blocked Cassie’s strike. In fact, the hunter’s rifle didn’t just block Cassie’s weapon, it shattered it into several pieces. She looked down in shock and confusion to see that she had grabbed not her sword, but a stick. As she reflected on this error, her vision was suddenly occupied by the fast-approaching butt of a rifle.
Meanwhile, Bhalna quickly scampered away from the wolf, turned, and pumped it full of holy, vengeful energy. The wolf wailed in pain, then fell. She didn’t think she killed it, since she could barely focus enough to launch an attack through the pain of her ruined hand. She looked up to see the hunter brutally beating Cassie with her rifle. She prepared to lob some kind of spell forward to help, but noticed something behind the hunter, and resolved that it was probably unnecessary.
The hunter drew her weapon back, ready to drive it into the human again, but as her hands shot forward, she noticed the rifle was no longer in them. She turned around slowly, just in time for the rifle to be swung like a club and impact her in the gut, sending her flying several feet away. Beili had returned. The blood elf woman slowly sat up, gut screaming in pain. She looked up to see the pandaren levelling the gun at her head. It would appear that they did not intend to show her the same mercy they had shown Oza. She was overcome with fear. Her eyes were open wide, and anything in her bladder and bowels that hadn’t escaped earlier did now.
A thrown knife sliced through the air, and crashed into the barrel of the rifle, causing the pandaren to miss the shot. A familiar rogue appeared from the shadows, dropping a flurry of smoke bombs around the camp. In the camp, she hastily grabbed Syra and her pet wolf, and used her stealth to help them escape.
When the smoke had cleared and the threat had gone, the three women took stock of what had happened. Bhalna set to work healing her hand, and Cassie’s mangled face. After only a few moments, they both sported only light scars. Bhalna was a talented healer indeed. She was also on the verge of tears, and visibly shaking. In her panicked, shuddering voice, she recounted what happened to Beili, who quietly embraced her in a hug, neither woman minded their wet and messy states too much.
Once everything was said and done, Beili could stand no longer. She fell down onto her sleeping bag, and her exhaustion took her. Cassie had simply been beaten unconscious, so she wasn’t going anywhere. Only Bhalna remained awake, looking up at the stars, lost in thought. It was hard to have meaningful thoughts to yourself when you could feel your urine-soaked pants clinging to your thighs, but she managed.
I shouldn’t have used mind-control… she thought to herself. She had always hated the spell. She hated using it, and she, like everyone else, despised having it used on her. She looked between her two friends, and felt comforted. She would let them sleep, and in a short while, she would rejoin them in it, as well. She didn’t think that the Horde were going to try anything again tonight. |
Hello again! Time for another update.
What Happens in the Tavern...
It was safe to say that Lia hadn’t exactly taken the defeat at the Broken Shore well. Miriam and Lia were in a bar in Stormwind City, and Lia was downing another tankard of ale. Miriam had stopped keeping track of how many she’d had, simply watching with worry as her friend drank her problems away. Lia finished her drink, and slammed it down on the counter, giving a hearty sigh. She called the bartender over, and demanded another. Miriam reached into her pack, and produced several coins, which she handed to the bartender in payment.
“Lia, you’re burning through all my money,” Miriam said, half concerned and half agitated.
“Not my fault soldiers get paid so-” her sentence was interrupted by a small, drunken hiccup, “-little,”.
Miriam sighed, then continued to sip out of her first drink, which she hadn’t finished yet. The two were off-duty, and decided to spend some time together. Miriam didn’t know that that was Lia’s way of saying “let’s blow all our money getting wasted,”. She had even dressed nicely for the occasion. She wore a long white dress that left her well-muscled arms exposed. Her shoulder-length brown hair tied into a bun. Lia wore a greyish blouse and loose white pants. Her long, blonde hair was left free and unrestricted, cascading down her back.
Miriam heard a familiar sound. The sound of trickling water. She checked herself, and confirmed that she was dry, then looked to her friend. Lia was leaning forward with her head resting on the counter. Liquid was running down the barstool she was sitting on, and Miriam could see that the butt on Lia’s white pants was turning wet and ever-so-slightly yellow. The urine covered her butt and some of her thighs, but most of it just ran down the barstool and formed into a large puddle beneath it.
“Really, Lia?” Miriam asked, disappointed. Typically, Lia was the one out of them who didn’t wet herself. She guessed alcohol had a funny way of changing the natural order of things. Miriam stood, the began lifting her friend to her feet, “Okay, it’s time for us to go,”.
“B-but my drink...” Lia said mournfully as her friend escorted her out of the tavern.
Miriam began sadly checking her wallet, and seeing how much of her money had been spent on booze, and failed to notice the shadowy figure approaching them. She heard a sudden, choked gasp, then an angry woman’s voice yelling “Gimme that wallet!”.
She turned in alarm to see some human mugger was holding Lia, and pointing a fairly low-quality knife at neck. Lia was struggling a little bit, but she was also basically unconscious, so the mugger didn’t really have to try to hard to keep her grip on her. The mugger spoke again, “Your friend’s already wet herself, she’s so scared, you wanna join her? Gimme your wallet now!”.
Miriam began looking the mugger over. She wore a tattered linen shirt and and ripped, blue pants that only reached just over her knees. Her exposed arms had very little muscle on them, and the woman looked rather ragged and hungry. Miriam, with an angry look on her face, walked towards her, holding out her wallet.
As the mugger reached forward with the hand that held the knife, trying to grab the wallet as well, Miriam suddenly threw it into the air. The mugger looked up in alarm, and failed to notice Miriam’s foot flying towards her knife. The powerful kick launched the weapon out of the mugger’s hand, and she dropped Lia onto the ground as she reeled back and held her hurt hand in the other.
Before she could try and run, Miriam drove her forearm against the mugger’s throat, and hoisted her up against the wall. Miriam was many inches taller than the mugger, and the act of lifting her up brought them to eye-level with one another. The mugger began futilely kicked her legs against the larger woman, but nothing was breaking her grip.
“You think you can try and rob me and my friend?!” Miriam shouted, leaning in close to the woman’s face.
“No! No, I-” The mugger was crying now.
“You think you can hold a knife to my friend?!”
“No! No, please! I don’t!!” The woman began sobbing in fear, and her bladder started to empty. The crotch of her shorts grew dark and wet, and the warm stain began spreading quickly down her legs as she peed forcefully into her panties and shorts. The pee began splashing noisily onto the ground that was half a foot below her feet.
“Hey, Lia, looks to me like she’s ‘wet herself, she’s so scared’, think it should stop there?” She asked, even though her friend had long since passed out.
The mugger just looked at her, confused. “Come on, you know what I’m talking about,” Miriam said. The mugger frantically shook her head. Miriam pressed harder on the woman's throat, “shit your pants, too!”. The mugger stare back at her, eyes wild with fright and confusion. “You’re scared, aren’t ya? Prove to me that you’re scared, and that you learned your lesson, and I’ll let you go,”. The mugger seemed to understand, but was being hesitant. Miriam leaned in close again, “If you don’t fill your pants, I’ll just have to guess that you’re not scared, and that you’re still a threat. Then I’ll have to beat the crap out of you and turn you in to the guards.”
That got her attention, as the woman began nodding enthusiastically and saying, “Okay! Okay! I’ll… go on myself...”.
“You’ll what?”
“I’ll...”
“I can’t hear you!”
“I’ll poop in my pants!” the mugger shouted desperately.
True to her word, the mugger closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. She lifted her legs up slightly, and began pushing. Truth be told, she was scared. She was really, truly, horrifically scared of the taller woman. Her mess started coming out, but stopped. Her blood ran cold. She had no doubt that this woman would beat her up if she didn’t do this. With that motivation, she pushed hard, and her waste shot out of her, into her panties. Her black panties filled up with her release, and bulged out considerably. Just to make sure the other woman could tell that she’d defecated on herself, she pushed harder. Even more slid out, and the warm, sticky bulge grew to nearly twice the size of a large apple.
The smell drifted by Miriam’s nose, and she could tell the mugger had had enough. She back away, and the mugger slid down the wall, landing in her puddle, and on her butt. The bulge flattened out across her backside with a slight squelching noise. She was gasping for breath.
“Alright, I think you’ve learned your lesson, now get out of here,”.
The mugger didn’t need to be told twice. She stood up, and half-ran, half-waddled away, out of sight. This was a night she would not soon forget. Miriam hoped she didn’t traumatize her. Truth be told, she was never going to beat up the mugger or turn her in, just like she heavily doubted the mugger would’ve actually hurt Lia with her knife. She just wanted to make sure the mugger had some motivation to turn away from this lifestyle before someone less forgiving got a hold of her.
Not to mention, after the bitter failure at the Broken Shore, it felt pretty nice to be totally in control of a situation.
When the mugger had totally disappeared from sight, Miriam lifted up her semi-unconscious friend, and set her up on her feet. And, with her arm around Lia’s shoulder for stability, began walking home.
After several minutes of walking, Lia spoke, “Hey Miri...”
“Yes?”
“Is there an outhouse or a bathroom anywhere close by?”
“Ummm, I don’t see one,”
“Okay, then. I can’t hold it anymore, so...” She grunted a bit.
“Wait, what? No don’t-”
Her plea was interrupted by a low, muffled pffffffffft that ended with a disgusting, wet, sklrtch sound. The seat of her white pants bulged out a few inches, and the area of and around the bulge began turning brown as the woman’s only semi-solid mess flowed into her formerly white pants. Her already wet butt was now yellowed with urine and browned with mess. The brown stain continued slowly but steadily spreading across her bottom.
“Ahhhh, that is so much better, Miri, thanks,”
“I… I didn’t do anything, Lia,” she said, exasperated.
“Nah, you saved me from that guy back there… thanks, Miri,”
Miriam was mostly surprised that she’d been awake for that.
Then, suddenly, Lia leaned in and hugged Miriam tightly. Miriam struggled initially, not wanted to get the other woman’s mess and urine on her own clothes, but Lia hugger her hard.
“It means a lot, Miri. You know I’ve always-” she was once again interrupted by a hiccup, then continued, “loved you...”
She’s always what?
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Then again, what do I know? Here's the new chapter, hope you enjoy! It looks like the formatting may be a little off to me, and I don't know why it won't let me fix it, so hopefully that won't wind up looking too bad.
The Plot Thickens
The moon rose high over the verdant Arathi Highlands. A young orc woman, clad in some less-than-concealing leather garments, was tracking a night elf that had been spotted in the area. The elf was supposedly alone, and was said to be almost completely unarmed. These factors, however, somehow had not caused her to be killed or captured. An orc and a tauren had opted to do the job, and hunt her down.
The orc’s green skin was confidently shown with her outfit. A leather harness covered a simple linen that only covered her breasts, leaving her midriff and arms bare, her abs and muscles proudly on display. Her legs were covered only with simple, tan pants that were ripped off right at the knee. Some boots with fur poking over the top adorned her feet. Wild, uncombed hair flowed from her head down to her shoulders. Two axes rested at her sides.
Her tauren comrade was covered in downright frightening, purple armor. As was Horde tradition, the armor’s shoulder pads were immense, and covered in blades. The rest of her armor lacked the flair and blades of the shoulders, but certainly was not anything to scoff at. Considering the cow-woman’s already tremendous stature, the armor only served to make her more threatening.
The touren silently pointed towards the ground, getting the orc’s attention. After a moment, she realized what was amiss: hundreds of flowers had bloomed on the ground. While flowers were not uncommon here, these ones were strange. They were abnormal colors and shapes for Arathi.
“What are you thinking?” the orc asked, in her grumbly voice, “Druid?”
“Druid,” came the tauren’s tacit response.
Druids were known to heavily influence nature around them, and night elves were known to be druids. The fool either hadn’t known she’d left a trail, or hadn’t cared. Either way, she would regret it.
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Ashiana was kneeling down, in a small clearing between a few, sparse trees. While many would see this as a very uncomfortable way to sit down, a fellow druid would recognize her action: she was communing with nature. Something here had upset it terribly, and she was intent on fixing it.Ashiana was, by any standard, beautiful. Her skin was a pale purple, and her hair was a deep teal color, and hung halfway down her back, perfectly straight. Druidic emblems were tattooed on her face in dark purple ink, which was otherwise completely unmarked. Her body was thin and lithe, as well as quite fit. While she was no warrior, she could boast a physique that was a fair bit stronger than most individual’s. Her breasts were a good deal larger than an average woman’s as well. Green robes with blue streaks covered her from collar-to-toe. She wore no shirt or pants underneath.Her communication with the world around ended abruptly, but not without good reason; the trees and leaves warned her of approaching attackers. Most would flee when they heard that killers were coming for them, but Ashiana did not budge. The orc found her in her kneeling position. Moving as quietly as possible, she snuck up upon the unsuspecting woman.
As she raised her axes in the air, a sudden, explosive gust of air erupted from the kneeling elf, launching the orc away. She landed on her ass, and hard. She felt a few spurts of pee slip out of her as she slowed to a halt. The elf turned around, regarded the orc with contempt, then waved her hand. The orc wondered what the gesture meant, but suddenly felt as though the air was heating up around her. The heat reached blistering levels, and the orc leapt back in panic.
None too soon, it seemed, for the area in front of her was suddenly struck with a lance of orange, unbelievably hot solar energy. The attack lit up the forest around them as though it were day time. Only charred earth remained where the beam had struck. The orc felt something fail inside of her, then wondered why her crotch had suddenly become so warm and wet. She looked down, and gathered that she had peed herself, judging from the twin trails of wetness that were still flowing down and expanding on her pants legs. She clamped down, and tried to keep the rest of her urine in. Orcs were proud, and for a warrior to wet herself in fear was a shame of the highest caliber. She was mildly successful, and only emptied her bladder about halfway.
As she struggled to think of an approach to take down this foe, she saw that her tauren friend had finally caught up with her. She had been foolish to charge in alone. The night elf turned around abruptly, not at all surprised about the tauren’s presence. As the tauren lifted her massive warhammer into the air, the elf gave a simple, dismissive flick of her wrist. A pinkish-blue bolt of magic the size of a small child was propelled at incredible speeds towards the tauren. The bolt slammed into her chest, and the energy rippled outward. It tore into her armor, disintegrating it completely. She screamed as the energy flowed through her, before collapsing to the ground, landing on her back. Only the tauren’s simple, brown underwear remained, along with a few pieces of her armor, here and there.
Both Ashiana and the orc were able to watch as the unconscious tauren shamefully wet herself, the hot liquid soaking the fabric of her panties. The wetness spread downwards, drenching the tauren’s backside in wetness. They both heard a sound not unlike the sound of feet trudging through mud and looked down to see the tauren’s panties were expanding at the seat, muck coming to occupy the space between her ass and tail. As the tauren continued to fill her underwear with both kinds of waste, the night elf turned sharply back to the orc, who felt more pee escape as the woman looked at her.
The elf flicked her hand towards the orc, who brought up her hands to cover her face, blushing as she felt more urine begin to run down her already wet thighs. She awaited searing pain or death, but nothing came. She cautiously opened her eyes, and was alarmed to see several vines and roots erupting from the ground around her. She tried to move, but felt the tendrils entangle her body at several locations; a root wrapped around her right ankle, a vine grabbed hold of her left arm, another vine entangled her midsection. The tendrils pulled hard, dragging her down to her knees. She struggled, but their grip was far beyond even her substantial strength.
Ashiana began walking towards the trapped orc. The orc woman abandoned the prospect of holding on to her bladder as the elf approached. Urine forcefully sprayed out of her, the wet stains on her legs quickly growing in size. Her pants couldn’t hold the urine alone, however, and a stream fell from the woman’s crotch onto the ground below.
“If you’re quite through going to the bathroom on yourself...” the elf said in… orcish? She knew orcish? “I have some questions,”.
“Please, just don’t hurt my friend or me, I’ll tell you whatever you want-”
“This area is rife with something… unnatural. Have you seen anything such as a warlock, shadow priest, or some manner of necromancer?”
“N-no, I haven’t,” the orc answered fearfully.
“Are you sure?” the elf replied, threateningly.
“Yes!”
Ashiana was not pleased by this answer. The orc felt the tendril’s grip begin to tighten; at first to uncomfortable levels, then to unbearable; then to dangerous as she felt the life being crushed out of her. She struggled to speak through the pain, and was gasping for breath. Ashiana raised her nose in disgust as she heard the woman begin violently voiding her bowels into her soaked pants. The orc was barely even aware of the large mass that had suddenly occupied her panties, even the bulge they created in her pants was enormous.
Ashiana allowed the tendrils to loosen, and the orc began desperately speaking “T-two assassins! Tried to attack some Alliance, they had a priest!!”.
“Did they? I will have to pay them a visit. Where?”
“S-s-southwest of here!”
“Excellent. You stay here and see if you can achieve the continence of a five-year-old. When your friend wakes up, she can get you out,”.
“Wha?” the orc murmured as the night elf began walking away, leaving her bound in vines and roots. She finally noticed a foul smell in the air, and wriggled her butt back and forth, recoiling in disgust as she felt her still warm and squishy mess settling into her panties. She hoped her friend would awaken soon.
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The sun was high in the sky, now, and Beili, Bhalna and Cassie were travelling to the north. A silence had settled for a few minutes by then, so Bhalna decided to break it.
“So Beili...”
“Hm?” the pandaren answered curiously.
“Why did ye decide to side with the Alliance?”
Cassie turned towards Beili and said, “Actually, yeah, I never asked you that, either. Now I’m curious,”.
“Well… I’m not really hardcore Alliance, I just decided to go with them, in the end. I like the Horde, too. I was in my homeland of Pandaria when the Alliance and Horde first appeared. Long story short, my attempts to talk to them peacefully failed, and they captured me,”.
“Did they actually?” Cassie asked, skeptical, “Or did you let them?”
“I was curious who they were, and I didn’t want to begin our relationship with bloodshed. I was hoping to talk my way out of it. Anyway, they put me in this cart along with several other Alliance women they captured. Most of them had wet themselves when they were captured. Some wet after, ‘cause they couldn’t hold it. Two of them had pooped, as well,”.
“Is this really crucial information, Beili?” Cassie asked, chuckling a little bit. Her friend’s candor about her… tastes was still a little strange to her.
“Probably not. The fact that I got excited and decided to pee myself while I was in the cage is also not crucial, but I’m telling you anyway. I was wearing one of my dresses, and it soaked through and totally wet the backside of my dress. I can go into more detail if you’d like...”
“I vote nay,” said Bhalna quickly.
Beili chuckled, “Well, the Horde were bringing us somewhere to either kill or imprison us, but some orc mage saw us in the cage, and told them to let us go. Naturally, they refused. The orc was incredible. She ripped the other Horde to shreds, then let us go. She was telling us that ‘this isn’t our home, and we can’t behave like it is,’ among other hero lines. Just out of curiosity, I followed after the Alliance women, and I loved the sight of their proud, organized towns. They were honorable and noble, and though I’ll always remember that Horde mage who did the right thing, I just decided Alliance was right for me,”.
“Sounds like a fun time,” said Cassie, visibly off-put by the notion that the Horde could be okay people.
Having run out of clean clothes over the last few days, Cassie and Beili had resorted to wearing their armor, while Bhalna was stuck in her borrowed green pants and shirt, which had a fairly obvious stain between her legs and on her butt, indicating what she had done about a day and a half ago. Cassie and Beili felt bad for her, but they had no more clean clothes to lend to her.
The party passed into a large thicket of trees, the sun largely blocked by the forest canopy. “Say,” Bhalna began, “Where exactly are we goin’?”
“Eastern Plaguelands,” Beili answered nonchalantly.
“Eastern what?” Bhalna asked in alarm, “Why?”
“Kill undead,” Beili answered, just as calmly.
Bhalna kept her eyes to the path in front of them. She liked her new friends, and she would love to help them, but… undead. She hated undead. The dwarf jumped at the sudden squawking of a bird, causing her to lose a little pee in her panties. She looked up to see a peculiar horned owl watching them. Really watching them. Like, staring intently. It kind of freaked her out.
As they passed it, she heard it squawk once again, followed by a strange, ethereal noise. The whole party turned around to see that the bird had morphed into an odd night elf woman, sitting on a branch.
“Uh, hello?” Beili said, cautiously.
The elf seemed to be focused on Bhalna. The dwarf felt her bladder threatening to spill under this woman’s fiery gaze.
“Dwarf. Are you a priest?”
“Aye?” Bhalna said slowly.
“Then it is you,” Ashiana said, hopping down from her branch. She extended her arms as she did so, and her roots and vines burst from the ground, and wrapped around Bhalna and Beili, who weren’t fast enough to avoid them. Cassie, however, managed to leap out of the way just in time. She drew and swung her blade, cutting the tendrils holding Bhalna in place.
“Bhalna, run!” She shouted, “We’ll take care of her!”.
Bhalna was hesitant, but decided to listen to her friend, and sprinted further down the path. Cassie attempted to free Beili, but was suddenly knocked backwards by a blast of golden energy to her chest.
“Cass!” Beili shouted, as she struggled against the vines. The more she struggled, the harder they pulled. She felt her armor imploding around her. She felt the vines pull with enough force to crack metal, yet she did not relent. As she yanked and pulled, the force of the crushing vines, coupled with her own exertion, caused her to lose control of her bodily functions. Hot pee gushed out of her privates, wetting her panties and the insides of her thick armor. Amidst the noise and chaos, it was barely audible, but Beili knew that a loud pbtpbtpbtpbtpbt meant she’s done something else in her armor, as well. Her bowels pushed a considerable load into her panties and armor. As she tried harder and harder to escape the vines, more and more came out of her. Her panties overflowed, and she could feel the mess collecting around her thighs as her panties could hold no more.
While Beili attempted to escape from her entrapment, Cassie got back up, and ran in a zigzag pattern towards the druid. As she swung her large sword, the woman’s body shape changed once more, this time into a bear. The sudden, surprising change caught Cassie off guard, and her attack missed completely. Ashiana swiped her mighty paw under Cassie, knocking her off her feet. As she hit the ground, Ashiana brought a paw down in a powerful stomp right on Cassie’s gut.
Foul noises accompanied a sudden, explosive release of mess as her stomach was hit. Cassie’s skimpy metal bikini and the underwear below filled to the brim with hot, semi-solid waste. Ashiana’s enhanced sense of smell was assaulted by the foul odor now present, but there was no time to think about- her prey was escaping.
Just as Beili finally tore through the roots and brought her sword down in a crushing blow, Ashiana jumped forward, changing forms once again into an owl, and taking flight. She soared towards Bhalna. Beili looked worriedly at Cassie, but knew that she had to chase after the others.
Bhalna looked behind her to see an owl on her trail. The owl flew close, hovering slightly over the fleeing dwarf, and then shapeshifted once more into a fearsome tiger. The tiger landed atop Bhalna, who fell face-first into the dirt. She heard it growling, and whimpered as her bladder emptied, re-wetting her pants and creating a sizable puddle between her legs. The crotch and front of her pants were bathed in liquid warmth.
The tiger suddenly took the form of a night elf woman again, and spoke, “Honestly, why does everyone always have to flood their pants?”
“What do you want?” Bhalna asked, fearfully.
“Now that I’m close, I can sense it… the same power that twisted the Emerald Dream long ago is present in you, dwarf. You are a shadow priest,”.
“No! No, I’m not!”
“Silence! Your existence is an affront to nature, and a mockery of life! I will take pleasure in ridding the world of you foul-”
“Hey bitch!” Ashiana heard from behind her. The pandaren woman was charging towards her, full speed.
Ashiana stood quickly, and launched a pinkish-blue bolt at the warrior. Like the tauren, the energy coursed throughout her body and armor, causing immense pain and cracking her armor into pieces. Unlike the tauren, however, the pandaren woman did not stop. As her armor fell apart around her, even as her very thoroughly soiled undergarments were exposed, Beili kept charging. Ashiana was taken aback, and Beili’s mighty fist slammed into the night elf woman’s face, launching her backwards.
The druid was lying flat on her back, unmoving. Beili was not satisfied, however, and moved to stand over her. As the pandaren drew closer, a gust of wind exploded from the druid, forcing Beili to halt her advance. When the torrent subsided, the night elf stood once more. Before she could cast another spell, Beili sprang forward, and delivered a devastating punch to the elf’s gut.
The elf called down another burst of sunfire, creating a pillar of solar energy between she and her assailant, and turned to flee. She was aching horribly, and could only limp away slowly. As she moved, she felt something strange… liquid was running down her legs, and splashing loudly at her feet. When she noticed the warmth at her crotch, she realized with shame that she had lost control of her bladder in her fear.
She turned around to see the pandaren had caught up to her. Beili swung hard, another horrifically powerful punch aimed at the elf’s face. She stopped the blow just before it reached Ashiana, however. This did not stop Ashiana from relieving herself in her clothes even more. A squelch heralded the fall of her bowels, as a large log was ejected into her panties. It folded as more and more poop found its way into her underpants, and her shaking legs finally gave way as she fell backwards, landing with a wet squish.
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“So...” Beili spoke, trying to wrap her head around the news, “You sensed some sort of evil mumbo-jumbo in the forest,” she continued, waving her arms for effect, “and figured it had to be our lovable priest?”.
“She carries the taint of the Old Gods,” Ashiana said with all the certainty and authority she could muster. She and the others all sat in a circle. Ashiana simply knelt with her knees on the ground, trying not to further antagonize the poop that sat in her panties, still warm. Cassie more or less mimicked this pose, though her tight, metal bikini “armor” had already completed the task of smooshing her mess up against her. Bhalna simply sat cross-legged, a large, wet stain visible on her pants. Beili, unlike the others who had soiled themselves, willingly sat on her butt, feeling the mess spread across her rear. Her armor had been destroyed, and so she sat in only her very clearly ruined underwear.
“I don’t! I swear I’m not a shadow priest!” Bhalna shouted. Ashiana seemed unconvinced.
Ashiana seemed to consider things for a moment, then gave off a defeated sigh, “It appears I was… mistaken,” she said, the word “mistaken” carrying more venom than a cobra, “An acolyte of the Old Gods would reveal themselves if their lives were threatened. Instead, you urinated on yourself, so I think you may be telling the truth,”.
Though Bhalna blushed at the mention of her accident, she smiled at the night elf’s admission.
“Besides,” the druid continued, “I now believe it is a different manner of corruption entirely that haunts this land,”.
“Meaning?” Cassie asked.
“I believe agents of undeath are at work,”.
“Undead? Here?” Cassie replied, “We haven’t seen any here. We were on our way to kill some in the Plaguelands, though,”.
“You seek to slay the undead?”
“I was taking these two to help me help the Argent Dawn, yes,” Beili added.
“Then perhaps we could help each other,”
“You want to team up?” Beili asked, pointing a finger at the elf.
“You could help me cleanse the land, and I can help you with the Argent Dawn,”.
“You want to go with us into the Plaguelands?” Beili questioned, skeptically.
“Consider it my apology for wrongfully attacking your party,” She stood, and proudly placed a hand on her (ample) chest, “If you’d have me, I will happily help you destroy the undead,”.
The other three looked at each other, then Cassie spoke, “I’m not entirely certain that we-”
“Welcome aboard!” Beili said happily, possibly not even realizing she’d interrupted her lover.
“Beili!” Cassie angrily said.
“What?”.
“How do we know she won’t just stab us in the back?”
“She hasn’t yet,”.
“It’s been five minutes!”
“Five minutes is a long time to spend with someone you plan to kill. If she wanted to keep fighting, she probably would have,”.
“The pandaren is correct,” Ashiana intervened, looking at Cassie, “I am a woman of my word. I say I will help you if you help me, and I mean it,”.
“Bhalna, you have to have an opinion on this,” Cassie looked to the dwarf.
“She, um, she seems sincere,” Bhalna sheepishly replied.
Cassie sighed, seeing she was the only one who didn’t trust their new addition. “Fine” she conceded, “you can tag along, but I’ll be watching you,”.
“Splendid. Now, I am very eager to put on clean clothes,”.
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Hours later, the group arrived at a human town in the region. They certainly got a lot of looks, as dirty and exhausted as they were. And the fact that one of them was still in her underwear. Which was visibly soiled. Beili didn’t seem to mind the stares one bit. It wasn’t cheap, but they each acquired clean clothes, and a room in the town’s inn for the night. They had retired here, and were each asleep in a nice, warm bed. Much better than the tents and dirt they’d been sleeping in. Bhalna and Ash each had their own beds, while Cassie and Beili shared one.
Cassie was roused from her sleep as she noticed a sudden warmth around her thighs, and her partner’s sudden, relaxed breath. Beili was still asleep, but her face had become the image of relief. As more notably wet warmth continued to pool in the space between the two ladies, Cassie had a feeling she knew what relief her panda friend was feeling. She lifted their blanket a bit, and, sure enough, a strong stream was still pouring from Beili’s crotch, wetting the red fabric of her panties. She thought about waking her friend up, and cleaning up the bed, but…
She thought of much Beili enjoyed this sort of thing, and how much she herself had begun to like it. She was still nowhere near Beili’s level of liking to wet and mess herself, but still, she certainly did enjoy it. She ran her hand up her lover’s very wet thigh, until she reached Beili’s soaked crotch. As her hand touched it, more pee flowed out, getting the human’s hand wet. Cassie closed her eyes and sighed. She did buy lots of spare panties, considering the track record on her adventures; and she was already lying in a puddle of urine.
She rolled onto her belly, gave the slightest push, and felt her bladder begin to release. Hot liquid bliss pooled between her legs before spreading and soaking into the mattress, joining Beili’s release. Her black panties were thoroughly wet now. She rolled back over, onto her back, feeling the wetness begin soaking into the other side of her panties, as well. She slid her right hand under the waistband of her underwear, and it found its way to her privates. As she started to touch herself, sitting in the massive puddle of urine, she wondered why she’d been so hesitant to do this in the past. If she and Beili didn’t have two other party members who found this hobby disgusting, they’d never be dry again. As her hand rubbed and massaged herself, she began remembering the times when she and Beili had gone in their underwear.
She understood now just how much she loved the sight of Beili in a pair of totally wet and soiled panties. With this visual in mind, she doubled down on her efforts, and gave a sharp breath as she climaxed. With the last of her energy spent, and her bladder relieved, she returned to sleep.
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“Can you two seriously not hold your urine for twenty minutes?” Ash inquired cynically.
“Of course we can,” Beili answered, smiling, “but what fun is there in that?”.
“The ‘fun’ comes from knowing you didn’t wet yourself like a toddler,”.
“We have drastically different definitions of ‘fun’, Ash,”.
“Accidents happen a lot around these two,” Bhalna added.
Beili was equipping her newly repaired set of black and red plate armor. She had no idea how the blacksmith was able to turn a bunch of charred scraps back into armor, but she didn’t question it. Cassie had set to work attempting to clean the mattress, to no avail. Once Beili had her armor on, she walked over and nonchalantly flipped the mattress over, so its non-stained side was showing.
“The inn never has to know,” the panda smirked.
Cassie had opted to wear some more proper armor, considering they were likely about to be neck-deep in undead. Dark blue steel encased her body from head-to-toe, and a proud Alliance tabard, bearing the white, gold, and blue lion of Stormwind adorned her chest. Her armor somewhat resembled classic human knight armor.
Bhalna had found some priestly white robes that she now wore. They had little patterns and gems woven into them.
Ashiana had simply put on another outfit she had on her: a dark purple set of clothes with some metal/leather armor augmenting them.
Leaving the scene of the secretly ruined mattress, the party left the inn, allowing Ash to lead the way, since she could sense the corruption.
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Perhaps the source of the corruption had been smaller yesterday, and that’s why Ash couldn’t properly track it. One thing is for sure: if it had been small, it most certainly wasn’t anymore. A massive horde of ghouls, skeletons, and ghosts were rampaging around the area. The horde was currently situated in a large basin, picking the remains of some village clean, and the party was able to see most of them from the edge.
“W-w-we’re g-going to be f-fighting that?” Bhalna stuttered nervously.
“Looks that way,” Beili responded. She glanced over to give Bhalna a reassuring look, but her smile dropped a little when she noticed some piss hitting the ground after flowing down Bhalna’s right leg. It didn’t look like she had peed too much, but what had come out of her was collecting in a little pool around her right foot. The dwarf’s white robes hid the true extent of her accident, but Beili could see plainly just how much their priest disliked the undead. In truth, Bhalna couldn’t even tell she had just wet herself, she was too fixated on the horde of horrifying monsters they were about to charge into.
Of course, an army of zombies is enough to put anyone on edge. While Ash and Beili were eager to get to fighting, Cassie was not as excited. As she observed the undead horde, her bladder pulsed a couple of times, ejecting short jets of pee into her tight, black panties. As she tried to brace herself for the coming battle, she felt the intermittent spurts turn into a consistent dribbling, with several drops leaking out in rapid succession. Warmth very slowly enveloped her privates, and she could feel more than a few droplets flowing down either of her legs.
“Well,” Beili said, hoisting up her red and black runesword, “they’re not getting any deader,”. With that, she charged towards them. Cassie and Bhalna struggled to move their legs for a moment, but Ash immediately charged forward in the form of a great tiger. In seeing her lover’s bravery, Cassie found her motivation, and began to charge.
Midway through the party’s charge, the rampaging horde caught sight of Beili and Ash, and turned to attack. The first ghoul to lunge at Beili was immediately sliced in half by her large sword. The next had no better luck, as a downward slash cuts its skull in half. Ghouls began to surround her completely, and so she spun with her blade outstretched, cutting down over ten ghouls at once.
Ash was unleashing a massive barrage of spells, turning the undead either into ash or compost. Blasts of sunfire rained from the sky, incinerating whole packs of ghouls. The pinkish-blue bolts of starsurges shot from her hands, instantly obliterating the stronger undead.
Finally, Cassie arrived, just as a heavily armored skeleton wielding a massive axe closed in on Beili. The pandaren was too distracted dealing with the endless hordes of ghouls, and did not notice the titanic beast about to attack her. Cassie sprinted as fast and as hard as she could, and rammed the undead before it could deliver its attack. There was only so much that necromantic magic could do, and the skeleton was still just a skeleton. It stumbled back far, and its left arm fell out of its socket. As it tried and failed to heave the mighty axe up with only one arm, Cassie swung her greatsword, and sliced the skeleton in half at the ribcage. It clattered to the ground in pieces.
Shortly after the skeleton’s defeat, Cassie turned to head to Beili’s side, and help thin out the ghouls. Her path was blocked suddenly when a phantom with a body of black smoke appeared before her. She prepared to attack it, but it held out its ghostly hand, and assailed her mind with a fear spell.
Cassie’s eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open. The world around her seemed to go dark. The ghouls were suddenly ten times as numerous, and ten times as frightening. Her legs shook terribly, causing her armor to rattle. Her blade clattered to the ground as her hand went limp, and could no longer hold it. Her body was completely lost in her fear, and her bladder released. Her already wet crotch was soaked once more, though now with a more forceful stream. The urine flowed down her well-muscles legs in little rivers, before filling up her armored boots. A few drops and streams were able to escape through her armor’s cracks and crevices, and flowed down the outside of her greaves. Her bowels could hold on no longer, either, and a solid log of shit slipped out of her. It crackled lightly, and smoothed out into a ball shape as it occupied what little space her armor and tight underwear left available. She could feel the foreign mass in between her legs, feel it sticking and smooshing up against her.
Some of the ghouls began to notice her vulnerability, and moved to finish her. As she saw them surrounding her, her body managed to find even more urine and feces to push out of her, adding to the already considerable mess she’d made in her armor. In an eyeblink, the fear vanished, and her senses returned. She gasped sharply, and looked around. The ghost had been exorcised by a large blast of holy energy. Turning quickly, Cassie saw Bhalna using all of her lexicon of holy magic to keep the undead away from her. Using this time well, she picked her sword back up, and dropped into a fighting stance, ignoring the sloshing of pee in her boots and the mushing of poop in her panties.
Bhalna continued to place holy shields and wards over her allies, and blasted the undead with holy magic when she had the opportunity. Her mind and body were completely preoccupied with the fight, however, and she’d been voiding her bladder pretty consistently since she entered the fray. All the running and dodging and other movement caused her released urine to splash around, wetting her new robes a bit. Her legs were covered with a thin layer of piss, and she was still going. As she fought, piss flowed freely out of her, wetting her robes, running down her legs, splashing on the ground.
Ash noticed both Bhalna and Cassie’s accidents, and felt a twinge of pride at her ironclad control over her bladder and bowels. Perhaps it was a night elf thing to have enough control not to defecate in one’s underpants? She chuckled a little.
As the gigantic army of undead was finally coming to an end, several of the remaining ghosts came together, and formed a summoning circle. While the last of the ghouls and spirits were being slain, they finished their ritual, and summon forth a powerful frost wyrm- an undead dragon the exudes frost and ice. It was massive, nearly big enough to swallow Beili whole. The ghosts that had summoned it seemed to disperse, and their essence flowed into the wyrm, strengthening it even further.
The wyrm let loose a deafening roar, and all the party members covered their ears in pain. Bhalna’s last bastion of continence failed, and her white panties filled with wet mush, accompanied by a loud pbltpbltpbltpblt. Her panties bulged out, almost comically as her mess just kept flowing out of her. When the mudslide in her underwear was complete, the mess was so heavy it was causing her panties to sag down far. She was grateful her robes would hide her accident.
The dragon’s roar functioned similarly to a fear spell, and it shook even Beili’s continence. The front of her panties filled suddenly with warm wetness, which kindly spilled forward, down her legs. Her fur soaked up the spilled urine like a paper towel. She was still stunned and covering her ears, but realized that she managed to regain control over her bladder. Internally shrugging, she went ahead and released her hold on it, and continued peeing on herself. The damage had already been done, might as well finish it.
Ash, much like the others, was forced to cover her ears. Hot shame and anger flowed through her as she felt some urine leak out into her panties. Her lapse in control was only momentary, but it was enough to wet the front of her panties. When the horrible roar finally concluded, and she could pull her hands away, she unleashed a hate-filled flurry of her most powerful spells at the undead dragon. Each spell blasted the massive bones apart. A large bolt of magic impacted the wyrm’s right wing, and tore it clean off. It was unlikely it could feel pain, but she hoped it felt that.
Following Ash’s example, Bhalna began unleashing every last offensive spell she knew, leaving deep scorch marks across the beast. She did her best to ignore the hot mess cooling on her butt, but was not having the best of luck. Tears blinded her and ran freely down her cheeks, born of both shame and fear. Her knees were knocking together, and her hands were unsteady as they launched their spells. Still, despite her soul-crushing fear, she persevered.
Cassie and Beili were doing everything they could to dodge the dragon’s powerful attacks, and slicing it with their sword whenever an opportunity presented itself. For the most part, though, they were simply keeping the wyrm busy while Ash and Bhalna killed it. Cassie attempted to get behind it in order to deal some damage, but was caught off-guard by a strong sweep of the wyrm’s tail, knocking her back. Now that it only had Beili immediately near it, it focused on her.
The pandaren warrior ducked under a bit that nearly cut her in half, only to be hit by a backwards swing of the wyrm’s claw, knocking her many feet backward. She landed with one knee on the ground, attempting to steady herself. She looked up at the wyrm, and saw it preparing to breath a blast of deathly cold frost on her. It would kill her instantly, and she couldn’t move. The dragon’s head reared back in preparation, and Beili closed her eyes.
Her red panties tented out suddenly, as far as her armored behind would let them. Her mess was solid at first, but became wetter with the next load to be released on herself. The warm mush spilled into her underwear, darkening the red fabric. She waited for her death, but it did not come. She dared to open one eye, and saw that the wyrm was indeed breathing its necromantic frost on her, but a holy shield surrounded her body, completely blocking the wyrm’s attack. She looked over at Bhalna, whose hand was outstretched, and whose face was a mask of relief, as if she’d gotten the shield spell off just in the nick of time.
While she had her friend’s protection, she stood, wishing that she had time to enjoy the sensation of her mess being flattened out against her butt by her armor. She readied her weapon, waiting for just the right moment. The instant the shield fell, the pandaren jumped, and soared through the air with aid of heroic leap. The muscles in her powerful arms flared as she put everything she had into one final strike, cleaving the wyrm’s head into pieces.
Beili attempted to speak, but her throat was dry as a rock, and only ragged, exhausted gasps came out. If she’d been able to speak, she might’ve said something to the effect of “We did it! Take that, you bony bastards!”, but she settled for triumphantly raising her sword into the air. It looked like the others weren’t in much better shape, so they kept the congratulations short.
Once they’d had a moment or two to catch their breath, the party returned to town.
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Hours later, the sun had set, and the town was abuzz with excitement. “Didn’t you hear? Some heroes just killed the whole pack of undead!!”, the people were saying. Why shouldn’t they celebrate? Even if their heroes did return totally wet and soiled, save for one of them.
Half the town was in the tavern tonight, including the party of “Zombie-Slayers” the town was celebrating. Bhalna, Cassie, and Ash sat at a table in a corner, chatting while watching Beili floor opponent after opponent in some “friendly” wrestling matches.
“So, Ms. Ash...” Bhalna began, oddly respectful of someone who tried to murder her, “do ye still plan on stickin’ around?”
“I did promise to help your friend with her quest in the Plaguelands,”
“You really think she’s going to want to go there? I think we’ve had enough undead for a while,” Cassie chimed in, only just sober enough to avoid slurring her words too badly.
“Do you believe she will decide to go somewhere else?” Ash asked, trying to figure out what her panda-centered future may hold.
“I’d be pretty surprised if she even remembers the Plaguelands,”
“I see. So where do you suppose we will go next?”
“Yer gonna stay with us?” Bhalna asked, no malice in her voice.
“It would not be right for me to leave without repaying you and your party in some way, after you helped me cull that infestation,” Ash brought her glass of wine to her lips, drinking slowly and savoring the taste.
Meanwhile, Cassie slammed back another mug of ale, the latest of many. Bhalna had only had one mug. Beili had sampled half the selection, and kept drinking more after each victory. Cassie and Beili were suitably drunk now, but Bhalna and Ash still had their senses about them.
As their conversation winded down for the moment, the party continued spectating Beili’s current wrestling match. Beili was pinning a muscular human woman to the ground, and pushing the woman’s arm up her back. She pushed hard, trying to throw Beili off, but the pandaren was too strong and too heavy. As the human struggled, her bladder failed her in her drunken state, and they had an excellent view of the space between the woman’s spread legs as she helplessly wet herself, a large stain growing on her brown pants.
Cassie began giggling like a schoolgirl while watching the woman’s accident, hiccuping every so often. Bhalna decided it was time for her to go, and left the tavern early. Ash looked at her drunken, giggling company and wished Bhalna had stayed. When Cassie finally finished laughing, she stood up from her seat.
“I need the bathroom,” she said. As she rose, Ash could see a massive wet stain between Cassie’s white pants legs. Her butt was utterly drenched, and yet she continued towards the door, not knowing she’d already pissed her pants. Ash rose, and moved towards Beili.
“I believe your friend could use some assistance,” she said, pointing towards the wasted Cassie.
Beili was in the middle of holding someone in a chokehold, but swiftly dropped them and moved to help Cassie. The crowd of spectators groaned in disappointment as their champion left. She grabbed her lover by the shoulder, and led her outside. The sight of Cassie in soaked pants excited Beili like crazy, and she was eager to act on that excitement. She led the human woman to a barely visible space between the tavern and its neighbor, well hidden by a collection of crates.
“You certainly soaked yourself, didn’t you?” Beili said, running a hand over her partner’s drenched thigh.
“I saw you beat the crap out of that lady, and I guess I laughed so hard I just… went, you know?” Cassie said, smiling at her lover’s advances.
As Beili’s hand reached Cassie’s crotch, a sudden warmth flowed into her palm as Cassie peed even more, though her pants, “You’re still peeing in your pants right now, aren’t you?” Beili asked, moving her face close to Cassie’s.
“I saved it just for you,” Cassie said, giving Beili a quick kiss. She intertwined her legs with Beili’s, standing with on wet leg between Beili’s dry ones, “You save anything for me?”.
Beili smiled, inhaled, and closed her eyes. She’d been drinking all night, just waiting for a moment like this. She was wearing some slightly baggy, red pants, and a black shirt, both chosen for this event. She started peeing, feeling the soft stream hit her panties and soak right through them. When her panties could not stop the flow, her pants were showered with her urine, darkening at the crotch. As the wetness spread across Beilis butt and thighs, Cassie’s leg that was between Beili’s was also soaked with the pandaren’s release. Pee just kept coming out of her, and before long, a massive puddle covered the ground between the two.
“Looks like I also had an accident,” Beili began, “Pissed right into my pants. Didn’t even get close to the toilet before I wet all over the place, did I?”
The two began kissing each other with passionate vigor.
“I am surrounded by incontinent fools,” Ash said, passing by them, and continuing on her way to their room at the inn.
They heard her, of course, they just didn’t care.
As their romantic moment escalated, the two fell to the ground, Beili on top of Cassie. After about a minute of more kissing, Beili pulled away, and spoke, “I saved something else for you, too,”. She scrunched her face a little, and grunted as she began to soil herself willingly. Cassie placed a hand on Beili’s large butt, and could feel the bulge in her pants expanding as her mess filled her clothes. A loud, wet crackling sound filled the air, along with the scent of the pandaren's accident. She slipped her other hand in the front of Beili’s pants, and Beili returned the favor. Both women began fondling and pleasuring each other to the best of their inebriated abilities.
Despite their drunken states, it was a moment neither of them would ever forget.
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After they finished their little adventure, they returned to the inn, Cassie still wet and Beili still wet and messy. Bhalna and Ash were already asleep in their respective beds.
Cassie yawned and made for the double bed that served as she and Beili’s bed, but her lover put a hand on her shoulder and stopped her.
“What is it?” Cassie asked, turning her head, to see Beili smiling.
“I have an idea, wait here,” without another word, the pandaren quietly ran out of the room, and returned moments later with a bowl of warm water.
“Oh-ho, yes!” Cassie exclaimed, as quietly as she could.
“Thinks she’s so high and mighty cause she’s dry, huh?” Beili muttered as she approached Ash’s bed.
She carefully pulled the blanket off the druid. Ash was sleeping on her side, in only her bra and purple panties. Beili very slowly lifted the elf’s hand, and dipped it into the bowl. She and Cassie watched excitedly as a wet spot began blossoming at the crotch of her panties, and a thick stream of pee flowed out of her, and down her thigh, hitting the bedsheets below her. The urine stain grew and grew, until Ash was lying in a pool of her own urine nearly two feet in diameter. They disposed of the bowl, and covered her back up with the blanket, leaving her to think she’s had a real accident.
Chuckling to each other, Beili and Cassie shared a few more touches and kisses before passing out in their bed, both of them still in need of a change.
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I wet the bed?! I never wet the bed! Ever! Did I really drink that much wine? I didn’t think it was that much! By the goddess, I peed so much, look at the stain! It’s huge! My panties are soaked! I can't let the others see this.
Troubled thoughts raced through Ashiana’s mind as she awoke, having slept in a fairly huge puddle of piss. The first, and most prominent of these thought, however, was how to cover it up.
She carefully slid out of bed, feeling her cold and clammy panties against her skin, and set to work hiding the evidence.
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Here it is! The first update to this topic in quite some time. Sorry about that. As always, hope you enjoy!
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Few worgen were as beautiful as Meryl. Her silky black fur covered her werewolf-like, yet still feminine body. Silvery streaks of fur surrounded her eyes. A thick mane was meticulously groomed, keeping it smooth. Her eyes almost seemed to glow a pale blue.
Few worgen were as clever as Meryl. Underneath her dress, she was clothed in combat leathers, with hidden daggers at her sides. A variety of tools and vials of poison adorned her belt.
Few worgen were as mischievous as Meryl, as she slowly crept up upon a sleeping troll lady, who lay upon a wooden dock that stretched from the jungle shores of Stranglethorn Vale. A cloak of shadows covered Meryl, hiding her from sight. A second troll lady sat nearby, quietly fishing.
As she approached the blue-skinned humanoid, she drew one of her daggers. It was coated in one of her favorite poisons. It wasn’t lethal by any means, but it had a hilarious side effect. Carefully and quietly, she pricked the sleeping troll in the arm. It wasn’t much poison, but it would be enough.
The lounging woman seemed to shudder slightly, then tensed as she began voiding her bladder. The crotch of her tan shorts darkened swiftly, then the wetness seeped downwards, coating her butt. The urine began to fall through the gaps between the wooden planks, hitting the ocean waters below. Meryl wondered if she had administered enough of the poison to get its full effect, but wondered no more when the troll lady unconsciously raised her wet butt into the air a little. With a sleeping grunt and a scrunched-up face, she voided her bowels, the hot mush spilling into her basic, primitive underwear. A large log came out of her, but it was flattened when she lowered her butt back down. The look of relief on the troll’s face was so genuine it was nearly contagious.
Meryl struggled not to laugh loud enough to break her stealth. She looked up in alarm, however, when the troll suddenly awoke, and began inspecting her pants in a panic. She stood, rubbing her hand on her wet crotch. With the same hand, she reached back and felt her messy load sitting in the seat of her shorts. She began speaking in her people’s native tongue, getting the attention of her fishing friend.
The other troll glanced over, and began laughing at her friend’s soiled state. The messy troll blushed hotly at the embarrassment, and said something else in her tongue, before holding out her hand, in which lightning circulated. She extended her arm, and a swift bolt of lightning struck the laughing troll, whose body went stiff as a board. Her long, green pants immediately darkened at the crotch, and a large wet stain began to spread across the front and down the insides. Eventually the wetness covered almost the entire front end of her pants. A wet and messy pbltpbltpbltpbltpblt sounded off at the same time, as she involuntarily filled her pants with mess. It was hardly solid, and it spilled into her panties, discoloring them and the now warm and sticky seat of her pants.
The lightning troll ended the attack, and revenge-laughed at the other. They seemed to begin arguing, so Meryl turned to leave, and resolved to find somewhere she could laugh about what just happened.
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“Remind me where we’re going, Ash,” Cass asked.
“We’re on our way to Stranglethorn Vale, and since none of you can turn into a bird like I can, the only land path is through Duskwood,”.
“And why Stranglethorn?” Cass asked her second question with a moderate amount of hostility. Duskwood was rife with feral worgen and undead, and the Vale wasn’t exactly much safer.
“An old companion of mine needs help, and I owe her a few favors,”.
“I didn’t have anywhere to go,” Beili noted, “So I figured we could tag along,”.
“Fair enough, I suppose,” Cassie surrendered. She wasn’t fond of places like Duskwood; but then, few people were. Haunted forests had that way of attracting people’s ire.
None more so than Bhalna, whose eyes had been glued to the great trees and ruined buildings around them, nervously watching for any sign of attackers. Ashiana took notice, and sought to allay the fears of the one party member she found to be pleasant company.
“You need not be so concerned, Bhalna. I will detect any threat long before it reaches us,” the night elf spoke.
“I know, but… I also know that the second I let my guard down is when things will go horribly wrong,” the dwarf did give Ash a friendly smile, at least.
In an attempt to keep the young priest calm, Ash initiated some small talk, chatting about their old homes, the weather, whatever would keep Bhalna focused on something else.
Behind them, Cassie and Beili shared stories of old battles and triumphs. To be expected of two warriors. Both of them were blissfully unaware of the rustling in the bushes behind them.
Meryl, wrapped in her stealthy shroud, kept pace with the group, examining their weapons and armor. She recognized Ashiana. The tall, elven woman wore humble brown-and-green robes. Pretty common for a druid. The dwarf wore a pristine white shirt and light grey pants. The human lady wore armor fairly typical of a human knight. Last but not least, the pandaren wore a black-and-red suit of armor and a pandaren conical hat.
As their stalker drew closer and closer, Ash nonchalantly turned around and spoke loudly, “Hello, Meryl,”.
The other three looked at her, confused. After a moment, their unspoken questions were answered when the tall, lupine form of a worgen materialized in front of them. Alarmed, Cassie and Beili reached for their weapons. Bhalna peed herself just a little as the rogue appeared. She blushed as the crotch of panties suddenly turned hot and wet.
The worgen threw her hands up in surrender, evidently experienced in this kind of thing, “No no, I’m friendly!” she said, in a joking tone. She pointed to Ash, “I’m a friend of hers,”. She had the smooth, intelligent accent unique to Gilneans. They took this moment to look at the rogue’s equipment. Pretty basic black pants that cut off just above her knees, and a matching black shirt that exposed quite a bit of her ample cleavage.
“I’m surprised it took you this long, Meryl,” Ash said, with an uncharacteristically warm smile on her face, “I figured you would have started following us days ago,”.
“I got caught up in some business,” Meryl began, lowering her hands that had been raised, “It’s actually related to the reason I asked you to come out here,”.
“Oh, this is your friend!” Beili said, her voice brimming with friendliness. Any animosity that was present a moment ago had completely vanished.
“And Ash must have made new friends!” Meryl said, beaming, “She doesn’t do that very often,”.
The faintest hint of a blush made its way onto Ash’s face, “Thank you, Meryl,”.
“So what is it you needed help with?” Cassie asked.
Meryl scratched the back of her head, seemingly searching for the right words to use, “How do you guys feel about pirates?”.
“Pirates?” Quoted Beili.
“I live underground,” Bhalna began, “Don’t see too many,”.
“Not too fond of them,” Cassie answered, “Had more than one run-in with the Bloodsail crew,”.
“Funny you should mention them, ha ha...” Meryl replied, laughing nervously.
“Meryl, what did you do?” Ash asked, like an impatient parent trying to get a confession from their child.
“I kinda… maybe… owed them a ton of money and they took a lot of my things as payment that I wanna get back from them,” the worgen answered, not pausing for even a second.
“Oh, Meryl,” Ash said, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
“I’m willing to bring the pain to some pirates!” Beili chimed in, positively glowing at the possibility of a great, big swashbuckling showdown with pirates.
“Great! You’re in!” Meryl enthusiastically stated, pointing at Beili.
“Someone has to keep her out of trouble, so I guess I’m coming too,” Cassie said.
“You’ll need a healer,” Bhalna said, happily.
They all looked at Ash. “Meryl, you probably deserve whatever happened to you, but I’m not going to turn down an opportunity to get rid of some pirate scum,”.
“Woohoo!” Meryl shouted, causing several birds the nearby trees, “Oh, man, that is a load off my mind, you have no idea!”.
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Hours later, the group had finally reach Stranglethorn Vale. The dark, haunted forests of Duskwood faded away rather rapidly into the hot jungle of the Vale. The sun was beginning to set, and they had made their camp in a small clearing that appeared to have atleast marginally fewer animals in it than anywhere else.
Cassie and Beili were sparring with one another a few yards away from the camp. The rhythmic clangs just becoming another of the Vale’s many, many ambient sounds.
Bhalna had busied herself trying to tamper with her holy shield spells to form a very weak and easy to sustain shield that would keep the bugs off of her.
Ash and Meryl were catching up while cooking a stew over a campfire.
“So what have you been up to, Ash?”
“My group and I just killed a large group of marauding undead. Yourself?” Ashiana’s tone implied that this was not uncommon behavior for her.
“I’ve been pissing off pirates,” The worgen looked up and smiled at the elf.
“Evidently,”.
Meryl stirred the stew a little bit more, then brought a spoon up to her lips to sample it. She seemed to think for a moment, then decided the stew was ready, “Food’s done,” she said. She made sure none of the others heard her, then leaned in to whisper, “Want to see something funny?”.
“Okay...” Ash said, cautiously.
Without really waiting for approval, Meryl poured three bowls of the stew, then produced a vial of green liquid from her belt. Removing the cork, she put several drops into each of the bowls.
“Don’t tell me you still make that poison,” Ash said, trying to sound disappointed, but she couldn’t hide her smile.
“Food’s ready!” She called to the others. Considering how long they’d been travelling, they were all famished.
Each of them came and excitedly took one of the pre-made bowls. Ash and Meryl were very careful to make their own bowls and keep them unmodified.
“This is pretty good!” Beili said. Meryl couldn’t help but snicker.
A short while later, they’d finished their meals, and returned to what they were doing. Ash, Meryl, and Bhalna had settled on some more relaxed activities, but Cassie and Beili had opted to continue their sparring.
Using some wooden blades, the two had round after round of mock battles with one another. As they launched expert strike after expert strike at one another, Cassie landed an outstanding parry, knocking the sword from Beili’s hand. She pointed her blade at Beili’s head and smirked, claiming victory.
Beili smirked as well, and pushed Cassie’s wooden sword aside, then lunged at her lover. Confused and unprepared, Cassie was overwhelmed, and soon found herself lying on her stomach on the grass. Beili held one of her arms against her back.
“Looks to me like I win,” Beili said smugly.
Cassie struggled hard under the pandaren, but could not get her to budge. Beili was incredibly strong, but beyond that, she was incredibly heavy, even without her armor. As she exerted herself trying to force the other warrior off of her, she yelped suddenly as felt something slip out of her and into her black panties. She was wondering for a moment if she had really just crapped herself, but a loud BFFFFFFFFT-SKRLTCH erupting from her backside answered her question. Way more mess filled her underwear, causing them to bulge out and squish against the seat of her armor. The moment her bowels had finished voiding, her bladder did, as well. The front of her panties quickly saturated, and the powerful stream spilled into her legguards, then flowed out of the little cracks and crevices.
As Cassie lay on the ground, defeated, Beili looked on in total pleasure as she saw her lover completely soil herself. Her happiness was curbed suddenly and powerfully when she felt her stomach gurgle loudly. A sheath of warmth wrapped down her inner legs, and she realized she had lost control of her bladder. She could feel the hot pee filling up in her metal boots. A sudden pain in her abdomen caused her to bend over with her arms crossing over her belly. With a sound like trudging through mud, she emptied her bowels in her armor. Her underwear bulged and sagged, and slid down her legs just a tiny bit. Her mess was not completely solid, and she felt the sticky feeling running down her legs. While she didn't necessarily mind soiling herself, she liked it more when it was on her own terms.
Inside her tent, Bhalna had fallen asleep already, but was not tossing and turning wildly. As she lay on her stomach, her bladder abandoned any notion of control, and her white panties flooded with hot urine. Right as it was beginning to soak into her nightgown, she rolled onto her side, causing her pee to rush down her left thigh, instead. In her new position, her bowels voided as well, and the seat of her panties tented out sharply, accompanied by a soft crackling. Satisfied that she was empty now, she rolled onto her back, crushing her mess under her butt, and causing it to flatten out.
Ash simply watched in vague amusement while Meryl smiled as wide as she could.
“Hm. You actually finally got that mixture to work, didn’t you?” Ash said, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
“Finally got the measurements right a couple months ago,” Meryl said proudly, “Now there’s hardly any chance of the incontinence being permanent or the mixture, you know… killing them,”.
“Please don’t kill my party,” Ash said, exasperated.
“I would never!” Meryl said, far too dramatically, “They make excellent test dummies,”.
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Early morning light passed over Bhalna’s eye, stirring her from her sleep. She stretched out her legs a little, then scrunched her face in confusion at the feeling surrounding her butt and thighs. She wiggled her legs, and blushed deeply as she realized she’d had an accident in her sleep.
She cleaned herself up, and exited her tent to dispose of her soiled panties. As she left her tent, she nearly jumped out of her skin as she saw Meryl look up at her from the campfire.
“Whatcha got there?” Meryl asked curiously.
“Nothing,” Bhalna quickly said, trying to make the werewolf lose interest. She could feel her face growing hot, and knew she must have blushing intensely.
Meryl sniffed at the air with her strong, dog-like nose, “Doesn’t smell like ‘nothing’,”.
“Well it is,” the dwarf said dismissively, and began walking away. She knew her blush had only grown deeper.
As she moved beyond the treeline and tossed away her ruined underpants, she hurried back towards her tent, avoiding eye contact with Meryl.
“Y’know, it happens to everyone sometimes,” The Worgen said in a jovial tone. Bhalna ignored her.
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“So here’s the deal...” Meryl began.
A short couple hours had passed, and everyone was awake and cleaned up. For one reason or another, everyone was on board with killing some pirates. Meryl needed a bit more than for them to just be dead, though; she needed something they took. And she had to learn where it was.
“They typically make their camps and land their ships and whatnot way south, past Booty Bay,” Meryl ran her finger across a small area of the Vale’s coast, “I need you guys to secure a ship,”.
“‘Secure a ship’?” Cassie asked skeptically, “Easier said than done,”.
“Cass, we just cut down an army of the undead,” Beili said, “Pirates won’t be a challenge at all!”. The pandaren’s excitement was clearly written on her face.
“That’s the spirit!” Meryl said.
“What do we need a ship for?” Bhalna asked, raising her hand.
“I don’t know where my stuff is, but they definitely took it offshore,” She put her hands on her hips, then patted her chest proudly, “That’s where I come in. I’ll get the information out of some of their people at Booty Bay, then meet up with you guys at the ship,” she smiled broadly.
“I’m noticing a lot of vagueness in this plan,” Ash noted.
“That’s part of the fun, Ash!” Meryl replied, forcing a smile, but clearly worried.
“We do the best when we have no clue what’s going on,” Beili added, giving a reassuring smile to the worgen. Meryl looked at least a little comforted.
Ash placed her palm on her face for a short moment, sighing deeply, “You two were made for one another. Alright, let’s get this underway. Don’t worry, Meryl, we’ve got your back,”. Meryl looked absolutely giddy at her friend’s reassurance.
“Alright, you know the plan!” She pointed down a path that was only slightly less overgrown with jungle foliage than the surrounding area, “Boats are that way,”. |
I come bearing one hell of an update. Longest chapter yet, uncontested; and the thing is, it's only half of it. I just wanted to post something before too long, so I decided to be cut the chapter in half while I finish the rest of it. Hope you guys enjoy!
Two women waited in the brig of a ship. A tall, light-skinned woman sat on a bench connected to the wall. She wore a red jacket, and red pants. Dark stains ran down both of her legs; the cold, clammy feeling a constant reminder of her cowardice. Her name was Leris, and she was the captain of the Red Serpent, a rather notorious pirate ship. Leris tugged glumly at the wet pants that clung to her thighs, replaying what had happened over and over again.Her ship had docked at a beach near Booty Bay; a very popular hangout for pirates. She’d been talking with her crew regarding some shipments and crates that were missing, then, out of the blue, people were screaming. Leris looked over the side of her ship, and saw the serpentine figures of naga slithering onto the shoreline, massacring her crew. The snake-men came so fast, they couldn’t mount a resistance. When they finally reached the actual ship, and the fighting began, Leris came face-to-face with one of the widely-feared naga myrmidons. Fear stabbed through her like a knife, and she completely pissed on herself. She could vividly remember the hotness spilling down her legs as she tried in vain to fight the beast.Her cellmate- the First Mate Shay- was much more fortunate. She’d been below deck when the fighting began, and so was not on the receiving end of a naga’s trident. Instead, the two of them were captured and locked up.Which- knowing the naga- was probably a sign of terrible things to come. The naga never took prisoners. If they didn’t kill you immediately, it’s because they’re thinking of a more fun way to kill you. Such was the thought that made Shay pace around the cell for the last hour. The dark-skinned woman wore a white blouse and red pants. Dark sweat circles had appeared at her armpits. At least the wet stains are there, and not on your pants… thought Leris, blushing a bit as she looked at the soaked fabric.“What do they want with us?” Shay asked, the nervousness and fear quite apparent in her voice.“For the third time,” Leris began, annoyed, “I don’t know,”. While her tone might have suggested otherwise, Leris genuinely did want to comfort her friend, but it seemed pointless. They were boned. There was nothing she could think to say that would make their situation seem any better or worse.“Do they just want to kill us, or-or do they have some sort of plan for us, or-” Shay’s train of thought was derailed when a loud, snake-like hiss came from the stairwell. One of the monsters was coming towards them.Shay gasped sharply in fear. Leris stood up from the bench, ready for whatever the naga may try. As both women saw the twisted shadow of the creature on the wall as it descended the stairs, both of them could hear a quiet pfffffffffttt accompanied by a crackling sound as Shay filled her underpants. Her accident was solid, and the load forced its way out, into her panties, causing her pants to tent out. Though she was much more focused on the creature approaching them, Shay was certainly able to feel her pants suddenly become tighter, along with her butt suddenly becoming warm and messy. She jumped slightly when her captain placed a hand on her shoulder, but then calmed down. It was a small gesture, but it at least reminded her that she wasn’t alone.Leris was fully aware of her friend’s accident, but she was hardly one to judge. She’d already pissed herself, and she was not very far from soiling herself, either. When the savage snake man came fully into view, she had to clench herself to keep from losing her mess in her underwear.The beast glared at both of them, and brandished its massive trident, saying nothing. Moments later, a more slender naga entered the lower deck. It was unmistakably female. Something about female naga made them much more disturbing than male ones. Perhaps it was just how human they looked in comparison. The Sea-Witch glared at them. Each of the snakes that made up a kind of hair on her head focused their attention on the imprisoned women.The Sea-Witch had murder in her eyes and venom in her voice when she asked “Where. Isss. The Sssscepter?”.“What scepter?” Leris answered, trying- and failing- to keep her voice from cracking.Lighting surged between the naga’s four hands as she angrily screamed “MY SCEPTER! THE ONE STOLEN FROM VASHJ’IR!!”. Her voice was like a choir of banshees.At the naga’s furious outburst, Shay emptied her bladder. She was grateful no one was paying much attention to her, as she looked down at the wetness blossoming across her groin and flowing down her legs. Her cheeks flushed red as the hot liquid coursed down her shaking legs. A puddle grew at her feet as she continued to urinate on herself.“We have no such scepter!” Leris shouted desperately. She was telling the truth- they had nothing of the sort on her ship.
“We sssshall sssee...” The Sea-Witch said, wanting nothing more than to feed both of them to the sharks. She turned to her guard and said, “I’m going to ssssee how the othersss have done in their ssssearch. If either of them triessss anything...” she looked to their prisoners, contemplating, “Wound one. Kill the other. Let them watch,”. With that, she slithered away, out of sight. The more brutish myrmidon stayed, and flashed what appeared to be a smile at the women. It hoped with all its heart that they’d try something.Leris returned to her bench and sat down. Following after her, Shay stumbled towards the bench. Her body had gone fairly numb, and the task of reaching the bench was difficult. She didn’t care that, as she sat down, the mess in her pants squished against her.--------------------------------------------------
Meryl wandered through the various bars and taverns of the (in)famous Booty Bay. A she walked by the brutish bruisers who guarded the port, she was thankful of the fact that she was a worgen, for the werewolf-like race had an advantage shared by no other: At will, they can shift from their civil human forms to their fearsome worgen forms. Thus Meryl was free to wander around the port without anyone recognizing her. She was in some very hot water at the moment, and there were a lot of people after her head.Glancing to the sky, she guessed it was close to 3 or 4 in the afternoon. By now, her new friends should surely have seized the pirate’s ship, if they were as good at it as the pandaren insisted. Which meant that now it was on her to discover exactly where the pirates had taken all of her stuff.And she knew just how to do it.There’s no such thing as a pirate that isn’t horny, and fortunately for Meryl, her human form was just as gorgeous as her worgen one. Her skin was tanned from years under the sun, and her long black hair hung down to her shoulders in little curls. Just for this occasion, she’d worn a small crimson shirt that showed her midriff, as well as some cleavage. She had also put on some matching crimson pants that were tights and showed off her shapely legs and ass.As she entered into the most illustrious building in Booty Bay (which wasn’t saying much), she started to scan the tables. An orc woman was easily beating everyone in arm wrestling matches. A row of patrons sat at the bar, each one progressively more wasted than the last. A blood elf woman had passed out on the floor, her white pants rapidly darkening with urine as she lost control. Her very embarassed friend dragged her away, leaving a trail of piss behind them. At last, she found what she was after. A group of people in the attire of the Bloodsail Buccaneers. The pirates who stole her shit.As nonchalantly and discreetly as she could, she slowly wound her way towards their table to get a closer look at them. Two men who looked like they’d been in one too many drunken bar fights; and one- Crap, she thought, as she realized the two were joined by a pirate woman, as well. The two males, she was sure she could seduce, but the woman would be a problem. While she didn’t exactly look like the smartest person alive (or even in the tavern, for that matter), she was much more likely to see through Meryl’s deception than the others. She needed to get rid of her.Like rogues tend to do, Meryl vanished from sight. Shadowy magic completely obscured her from sight. Carefully and quietly, she approached the pirates’ table, and produced a vial of her special poison blend. The moment the pirate lady looked away from her mug, Meryl poured in way more of the poison than was needed to make someone have an accident. She needed her gone quick.Her stealth operation complete, she slinked away, and reappeared into the visible spectrum at an empty table with a good view of the pirates. She smirked when she saw the pirate lady lift the mug to her lips and take several big gulps. She started counting the seconds in her head; at nine seconds, the pirate lady placed a hand on her belly; at fifteen seconds she started crossing her legs and grabbing herself; by twenty-two, she’d excused herself from the table and made a beeline for the exit. Meryl was amazed that the woman hadn’t wet and soiled herself by then. Even if it hadn’t been as entertaining as possible, it still did the trick: she was out of the way.Once she was gone, Meryl quickly approached the two Bloodsail men, making sure that just enough of her body was visible to keep their interest. A couple lies here, some persuasion there, and she was able to work the truth out of them: her belongings, as well as lots of other peoples’, had been taken to some secret port on a small island to the west. There were rumors that the captain who was hoarding all of it had lost their mind. They must have, to take all this stuff from other Bloodsail captains.Once she had what she was after, she gave the men a happy farewell, and exited the tavern.Her good mood was over pretty quickly, however, as her route through the back alleys between the buildings was interrupted by the all-too-familiar sound of a pistol being armed. She put her arms up, and turned around to see none other than the pirate lady she’d poisoned, pistol in one hand, and the other hand clutching her stomach.“What the hell did you do to me?!” She barked, loud enough to be menacing, but not loud enough to draw people’s attention to them.
Meryl was in a bind. She was fast, but not faster than a bullet. If she tried to draw her hidden knives, this pirate would ventilate her. She had to get her to drop her guard. “Whoa!” She exclaimed, putting on her best scared face, “C-calm down! What’re you talking about?!”.“You po-” The pirate’s explanation was interrupted by a loud groan from her stomach that even Meryl could plainly hear, “You did something to me, then you went and got something from the others!”.Maybe she was smarter than she looked. Bringing out all of her acting chops, Meryl forced tears into her eyes, “Please! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she begged desperately. To really sell the scene, Meryl made her legs shake, and then she collapsed onto her knees, tears streaming down her face.
For a brief second, the pirate hesitated. She was doubting herself. She steeled herself and took a step forward, still brandishing her firearm, “My ass! Are you a spy? Who sent you?!” She yelled.This was getting too risky. This pirate did not have much in the way of pity or compassion. Meryl mentally sighed as she knew she’d have to bring out big guns.“No, please! I swear I didn’t do anything!” The rogue pleaded. With a slight push, she felt herself start peeing into her panties. A stain formed rapidly between her legs, expanding and flowing down her legs, puddling where her knees hit the ground. She felt the wet warmth work its way to her butt and down the back of her legs as her tight pants limited the urine’s movement. She needed to seem as non-threatening as possible, and there wasn’t much less intimidating that someone who’d just completely pissed her pants.Thankfully, it worked. The pirate lowered her pistol, then put it away. She started walking towards Meryl, then spoke, “Fine, I won’t kill you,” she cracked her knuckles, “but I am gonna beat the crap outta you for wasting my time!”.Meryl put on the most convincing scared face she could muster, waiting for the pirate to get close enough. The second she was, Meryl sprang at her, instantly shifting to her worgen form. Growling and snarling, she pinned the pirate to the ground, and bared her fangs at the woman’s neck. The tables had turned completely, and the pirate woman screamed as she fearfully let go in her pants.Her crotch was quickly saturated with pee, and a puddle expanded beneath her, wetting her butt and thighs as she lay on the ground. Her bowels failed simultaneously, and she pushed a large amount of mess into her panties. It was soft and somewhat mushy, and her body held none of it back. A lumpy bulge three times the size of her fist developed in her pants. While the poison had weakened her control, in all likelihood, she would have had the accident anyway.“Worgen! Who are you?!” The pirate asked, voice shaking.“That’s not important,” Meryl replied, “What is important,” she bared her fangs near the pirate’s neck, “is that I don’t think I have a reason to not kill you,”.Meryl brought her head back, then snapped forward with a snarl, stopping just shy of actually biting the pirate’s neck. Her feint had the desired effect, as the woman passed out, continuing to wet and mess her pants. She was already in enough trouble here, and she didn’t need to add murder to the already substantial list of crimes she’d committed.Her work was done. She knew where to go, she just needed the ship. Shifting back to her human form, she calmly made to leave for the town’s exit. Surely by now, the others will have captured a ship…--------------------------------------------------Beili, Bhalna, and Cassie used a small hill of sand as cover while they observed the docked pirate ship. The terrifying, serpentine figures of naga circled about it, and dozens of Bloodsail pirate bodies dotted the area. Pirates they could handle, but naga…As the watched for a few minutes, a bird landed behind them, then changed its shape into that of Ashiana, who confirmed their fears, “The whole ship is completely swarmed with them. It doesn’t look like there are any Bloodsail survivors,”. No one was particularly sad about the survivors bit.“What do we, now?” Cassie asked, looking between the others.“Everyone here know how to fight naga?” Beili asked. Normally, she’d be enthusiastic about getting into a fight, but not against the naga. The others were quick to note that the happy vigor was gone from her voice.“Yer not thinkin’ of actually fightin’ them?!” Bhalna asked, her face pale.
“Of course I am!” The pandaren responded, drawing her blade and stabbing it into the ground, “Meryl needs the ship,”.“I’m with Beili, actually,” Ash said grimly, “We can’t let the naga do as they please here. We need to stop them,”.
“There’s quite a lot of them...” Cassie muttered nervously.“There were lots of undead a few weeks ago,” Beili reminded her.“I… I suppose yer right...” Bhalna conceded, “We need ta kill them now,”.Cassie looked between Ash and Bhalna. Both voices of reason in their party had made their choice. “Fine,” she said, after a long moment. Turning to her pandaren partner, she asked “How exactly do we go about fighting naga?”
Beili was always happy to have her experience called upon. “Well, from what I saw, they’re mostly made up of myrmidons, which will make this relatively simple,” The pandaren warrior looked upwards, away from the party as began to ramble, “they’re big, and very, very strong, but they’re also slow. Try to dodge, rather than parry. Their vitals are in all the places you’d expect, so aim for the heart and head.” She placed an armored hand on her chin, “What we need to look out for is if a witch appears. They know all sorts of water, wind, and lightning magic. They can control a battlefield like nothing else. If one shows up, Cass, you and I can’t do much,” she said, looking to her human companion, “their lightning will cook us in our armor, so that’s gonna fall to the others to deal with it,”. She paused momentarily to look back at the baga around the ship, “I don’t see any murlocs or gargantuans, thank the Light, so if we’re quick, this shouldn’t be too bad,”.She returned her attention to her party, who were all staring at her wide-eyed.“Well,” Ash finally said, “If you know one thing, it’s fighting,”.“Thanks,” She replied, beaming a smile.As the group made their final preparations for the attack, Beili observed her party.
Ash had ditched her robes, instead wearing some black pants and a grey shirt that were both padded with druidic leather armor. She carried a a staff with a red gem at its top. Though she was sure the night elf would never admit, Beili could tell from her stance that the druid was fighting the need to use the restroom. She chuckled a bit, wondering if she’d still need to by the time the battle was over.
Cassie wore her silver and blue plate armor that she’d grown fond of. On her left arm, a kite shield proudly portrayed the emblem of the Alliance, and a white sword rested in her right hand.
Bhalna wore her white, priestly robes. The robes had been cleaned in the past, but still were stained with dirt and… other substances. Poor thing, thought Beili, Once this is over, I’m getting you some nicer clothes.Lastly, she looked to her own equipment. Her beloved black-and-red armor clung to her, ready to take some damage. Her hat blocked some of the relentless sun. If it were really an option, she’d charge into the battle naked. As if her black armor weren’t hot enough, she had fur underneath it. Giving her red longsword a few swings, she began to walk up the small hill. The others followed behind her.With the most fearsome war cry she could muster, the pandaren led the charge. A naga myrmidon spun around in alarm, but could not ready his weapon in time, as the warrior’s sword carved open his chest. Several other naga saw their comrade fall, and hissed as they slithered quickly towards the party.One of them engaged Cassie, and it hoisted up its massive trident in preparation for a slam. Heeding Beili’s advice, she dodged instead of blocked, and felt some pee dribble out of her when she felt the weapon impact the ground. If she’d tried to weather the attack, she’d be a smear in the sand right now. Her panties now clung wetly to her privates, but she did her best to ignore it as she raised her blade to counterattack the beast. Making several quick slices and stabs elicited some pained growling from the naga. The myrmidon swung its trident in a wide arc; one that Cassie couldn’t dodge. She braced herself, and ducked behind her shield. The trident slammed into her, and threw her several feet through the air. She was dazed and winded, and she wasn’t sure if it was when she got hit, while she was flying, or as she landed, but at some point she’d begun wetting herself. She could feel herself continuing to go while she lay flat on her back, creating a hot puddle inside of her own armor. She fully opened her eyes, and saw the naga rushing towards her, trident ready. It closed the gap, and brought its weapon down, intending to skewer the human. Eyes wide in alarm, she used every muscle that would listen to her to roll to the left, narrowly dodging the three-pronged spear. She became aware that, not only was she still urinating on herself, but rolling had caused the urine trapped in her armor to slosh around, covering her lower body. Nearly every last fiber of her white panties were saturated.Bhalna had been busy administering holy shields to Beili, and didn’t notice that Cassie was in mortal peril. Invoking all the power she could in a single attack, she lobbed several bolts of holy energy at the myrmidon that was trying to stab her friend. As each bolt impacted its scaly hide, more and more of the unholy creature melted and withered away, until it had stopped moving. Cassie stood up, and even from the distance she stood at, Bhalna could see the liquid streaming from the warrior’s armor. Truth be told, Bhalna was proud of herself for not already having wet or soiled herself. A quick healing spell mended the warrior’s cuts and bruises, and she charged back into the fray.Beili, as she was wont to do, had taken on far too many of the enemies, and stood outnumbered, three-to-one. She dodged strike after strike, thanking the Light that naga were so slow. She was sweating profusely, and quickly running out of breath. Her heart was pounding, but it soared with relief as she saw Cassie leap upon one of the naga, stabbing it as many times as she could. And with Cassie safe, Bhalna was able to re-shield the pandaren. Beili smiled menacingly as a golden, translucent bubble suddenly shimmered around her. One of the naga hoisted its trident up, and delivered a powerful stab, but reeled back as the shield totally repulsed the attack. Once it was dazed, Beili spun on her heel, then lashed out with her sword, immediately decapitating the beast. The other naga learned from the previous one’s mistake, and did not attack Beili’s shield, and instead waited, ready to parry her attack. What he could not parry, however, was magic. It hissed in surprise as Bhalna’s holy attacks bored into it’s flesh. Once it’s guard had been forcibly lowered, Beili took her chance, and jumped into the air, bringing her sword down on the monster’s head. From head to waistline, she cleaved the creature.
Ash, being one of the two party members to have encountered naga before, was well-versed in fighting them. Two naga encircled her, attacking furiously. In the blink of an eye, she had shifted into the form of a large, tiger-like cat, and nimbly avoided the swipes. With her feline speed, she put some distance between herself and the naga, then shifted back to her elf form. With some elegant hand movements, she bade nature to help her, and it answered. Several thick vines burst from the ground, ensnaring one of the naga, and pinning its writhing form to the sand. The other was either unaware or indifferent to its companion’s plight, as it was still barreling towards her. It would never reach her, however, as she unleashed a devastating salvo of spells upon the creature. It was torn to pieces. Walking towards the restrained naga, she launched a Starsurge into its chest, grinning with satisfaction as the energy blew the monster’s midsection wide open. She’d handled her naga, and she turned to join her group, her stomach rumbled ominously at her. She’d neglected to relieve herself before they set out, and now, her need was growing rather dire. She was considering shifting to her cat form to do her business, but she was needed here. She resolved to hold it.As each of the party members finished their respective kills, they looked around, and it seemed that they’d taken care of the immediate naga presence. Cautiously, the exhausted party maneuvered to the very short dock the boat was tethered to. Before they reached it, however. A new opponent appeared on the deck of the ship, looking down at them. A Sea-Witch.
“Interloperssssss!!” She cried, “Have you come looking to ssssteal my belongingss asss well?!” Without giving them a moment to react, the witch raised one of her four hands, and with a flick of her wrist, released a bolt of lightning that stabbed into the ground in front of Cassie, who yelped and jumped back. If she had any more pee in her, she would have just lost it.The witch placed a watery shield around herself, and observed the beach, noting all the dead naga. “Hmmm… Perhapssss reinforcementsss are needed...” She wove a pattern in the air with two of her hands, and completed the airborne rune with a surge of power. The party’s eyes were drawn to the shoreline, where a hulking shadow could be seen about to make landfall.
A gargantuan! Beili realized, feeling her legs wobble in fright, but only for a second. Her suspicion was correct, as the mammoth creature rose from the water. It had the posture of a gorilla, and was four times the size. It’s teal scales glistened with wetness, and its eyes were bright in expectation of its upcoming meal.
Beili could feel herself uncontrollably dribbling in her red panties, and a wet spot about two inches long formed on them. Once again, if Cassie had anything left to release in her bladder, she would have. However, she did now feel her bowels beginning to slip. She clenched herself as hard as she could, but resigned to the fact that her panties probably weren’t going to get out of this unscathed.
Ash managed to keep a hold on her bladder, but with a quiet, wet squelch, just a small amount of mess found its way into her panties. It was small enough that it left no bulge in her pants, but she could feel it nestling between her cheeks, and her cheeks burned with shame.It was fair to say that Bhalna, in typical fashion, fared the worst out of everyone. As the massive sea creature began to bound towards them, her bladder and bowels failed simultaneously. Her white panties quickly yellowed at the front. A hot sheath of wetness raced down her thighs as she pissed herself. She felt her piss reach her feet, and flow to the ground, where the sand eagerly drank it up. At her rear, her panties tented out violently, then turned brown as her warm mush filled them up. The bulge was significant enough to be visible even through her robe. She knew the others could almost certainly hear her accident, and she blushed furiously.
“Remember the plan!” Beili shouted, alluding to how the spellcasters would have to deal with the Sea Witch. Without a second thought, she charged toward the gargantuan with her weapon ready. After a couple confused seconds, Cassie followed after her.The Sea Witch prepared to strike the warriors down with lightning, but found herself afflicted with a silence spell. She angrily watched the lightning bolt fizzle away into nothingness in the palm of her hand. Returning her attention to the druid and the priest, she saw them both flinging powerful spells at her shield. The witch chuckled lightly as spell after spell bounced harmlessly off of her barrier. Once the silence wore off, she began weaving more lightning between her many fingers, ominously muttering “What fun we will have...”.How the heavyset pandaren could be so fast in so much armor was a mystery Cassie didn’t believe she’d ever solve, as she watched the talented warrior nimbly dodge the goliath creature’s fist over and over again. In the brief moments between the gargantuan’s attacks, the warriors ran in and dealt as much damage as possible. Just as it looked like they were winning, the colossal beast reared back, raised its fists in the air, and slammed them down, creating an unstoppable shockwave. Both warriors were promptly thrown to the ground.
Ash, seeing the futility of her attacks on the Sea Witch, and noticing the trouble the warriors were in, changed her strategy. She looked to her dwarven companion, who was still hurling spells at the witch, “Bhalna, shield me!”.
The priest was confused, but quickly complied, and a luminescent bubble formed around Ashiana. The druid put her hands together, preparing her most powerful spell: the Full Moon. She’d need to remain stationary during the cast, and the dozens of lightning bolts made that difficult.Another strain on her concentration was how badly she needed to relieve herself- from both ends. The small amount of mess she’d already lost in her panties pressed up against her, almost telling her to just let go, as she’d already have to wash her underwear. But no, she would hold on. Something that became more and more difficult as numerous lightning bolts hammered into her shield. At each thunderous crack, she could feel her bowels and bladder threatening to empty themselves into her clothes. Though she was miserable, she would not let her needs get in the way of her allies’ protection. Her spell was nearly done charging.The warriors weren’t having an easy time, either, as they both struggled to pick themselves up from the sand. Both of them were shaken and dazed from the shockwave, and neither of them were completely “with it” when the gargantuan lifted them both into the air with its giant fists. Slowly, it moved the hand holding Cassie directly in front of its face.Staring into the monster’s eyes, Cassie’s fear overwhelmed her courage, and she screamed in sheer terror. Her white panties drooped inside her armor as she defecated in her underpants. The growing bulge took on a brown discoloration. It continued to expand until it met her plate armor, then continued its expansion to the sides. Though the event couldn’t have lasted more than ten seconds, the adrenaline let Cassie feel every last moment as her panties were filled with her own mess, and stretched as her load coated her entire rear.
Beili only peed a little bit into her panties, but she was more focused on Cassie. She struggled and used every muscle she had trying to bust out of the giant’s grip, but it was in vain. Tears filled her eyes as she saw the gargantuan open its massive maw, and prepare to devour her partner. Just before the bite could be taken, however, she glanced upwards and noticed a shimmer in the sky. That shimmer was rapidly speeding towards the giant naga. Beili watched in awe as an enormous white sphere, nearly the size of the monster itself, crashed into the gargantuan. The force of the impact killed the beast instantaneously, and, in its death throes, it flung the warriors away. Both of whom landed in the sand once more, although Cassie’s landing was a tad squishier than before.The Sea Witch was furious upon seeing her pet die. She hissed angrily, and raised all four of her hands to the sky. Each of the group members nervously glanced at the sky as it darkened above them. The sound of thunder and flash of lightning was clear in the clouds. As the shield around Ash finally collapsed, she was buffeted by the gale force winds that had only just come into being. An enormous bolt of lightning slammed into the sand not too far from Beili, who yelped and jumped backwards.“She’s much stronger than she looks...” Ash muttered, she turned to face the priest, “Bhalna, I need you to-” She stopped as she saw the pale, terrified face of the dwarf. For the first time, she noted to stains on her friend’s robe. Her own bravery was holding up, but it was clear they were fighting a losing battle. She swallowed her pride, and said, “Use your shields, protect us all while we escape!”.Fleeing was a plan Bhalna could get behind. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a whimper emerged, as more lightning crashed into a nearby tree, blowing it to bits. She settled for just nodding in understanding. The spellcasters ran for the warriors, hoping the intent to retreat was clear. Thankfully, it seemed to be, as Beili and Cassie joined them. No ship was worth this much trouble.As all of them were fleeing, several small tornadoes formed around them. Bhalna’s shields enabled them plow through without much trouble. As Ash prepared to do just that, a powerful bolt of lightning pulverized her shield, and her eyes went wide as powerful winds scooped her right up off of her feet. She cried out for help, but her words were lost in the deafening wind and crash of thunder.Only Beili turned, and saw her plight. Without a second thought, the pandaren reversed direction and came to the druid’s aid. She took Ash’s hand, and tried with all her might to free her from the tornado. To her credit, she nearly succeeded, but the Sea Witch could hit a stationary target much easier. Both of them were suddenly swallowed up by several new tornados. In the chaos and confusion, both fear and exhaustion finally claimed the two, and they blacked out.
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Leris and Shay both heard the sudden commotion outside. And both eagerly watched as their guard was called away from their cell to deal with some sort of conflict.
“Do...” Shay began, sounding unsure if she should voice her next thought, “Do you think it’s Bloodsail reinforcements?” She spoke so softly, as though saying the words would aloud would cause them not to be true.
“I’m not sure, but whatever it is...” She put her ear to the wall, listening to the conflict outside, “It’s not doing too bad, from the sounds of things,”. Like Shay, she was hesitant to get her hopes up. Leris looked at their now unguarded cell door. Shay seemed to catch her intention, and hopped up from the bench. Leris had forgotten about her friend’s accidents, but quickly recalled them as she saw the wet stain and flattened bulge on her butt. She then recalled the state of her own pants, and lamented that she wouldn’t have time to change before escaping.Shay produced a couple instruments, and got to work on the lock. After a few seconds that felt like hours, they were both graced with the most wonderful unlocking sound they’d ever heard. Wasting no time, the two made their way upstairs, onto the deck, but froze as they saw the Sea Witch, not fifteen feet ahead of them. Leris wet herself once again, the stains on her pants growing as new urine poured into them. She didn’t have time to produce too much, so the new piss only reached down to about her knees.Leris braced to be blown away by lightning, but then realized that the naga wasn’t even looking at them. She seemingly had no idea they were there. With that advantage, Leris took Shay’s hand and sprinted for the edge of the boat, then jumped over. The two of them landed in the ocean with a splash that they hoped would not be audible to the naga, then swam ashore. Looking at the battle, they were elated to see numerous dead naga littering the sands, but they did not recognize the attackers. Whoever they were, Leris praised the Light for their arrival. And for the ocean, as she realized that falling into the water had more or less hidden her accident. She didn’t want to think about Shay’s situation, however. Leris hoped she’d never have to swim with a load in her pants.
Deciding that, whatever the outcome of the battle, it was probably going to be bad for them, the two pirates got up, and fled into the jungle.--------------------------------------------------“Ash?”“Ash.”The druid slowly opened her eyes. She recognized the furry pandaren face looming over her. “Beili?” She said, slowly, “What happened? Where…” Her eyes scanned the room, then settled on the pandaren’s exposed bra and panties, “...Are your clothes?” her eyes narrowed, expecting the pandaren to answer with something perverted.
“Same place as yours, probably,” The warrior responded with a simple shrug.
As those words sank in, Ash took full stock of her own body. She, too, had been stripped down to her underwear, and her hands were tied behind her back, and her feet were bound together. She blushed furiously as felt the pandaren staring at her pale-purple skin. Her eyes widened slightly, and she slowly looked down at her crotch to check if she’d wet herself while unconscious. She praised Elune to see that she hadn’t. Her tan panties were as dry as she’d left them. She managed to keep from soiling herself, too. Atleast, more than she already had.
“So where are we?” Ash asked.
“I think we’re inside the ship,”
“Why?”
“Because the naga brought us here,”
“I mean,” Ash replied impatiently, “why did they bring us here?”
“I think they’re looking for something. They mentioned something about an interrogation, and I think their last prisoners escaped, so they’re being more careful with us,”
“Well, atleast that’s a reason to keep us alive,” The end of her sentence was punctuated by an unpleasant noise from her stomach.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” Ash swiftly replied. She blushed slightly, her cheeks turning a deeper purple.
“Oooooh, you still have to go, don’t you?” Beili asked, chuckling.
“No!” She looked away from the warrior, blushing even deeper.“So that little bit in your underpants was all, then?”Ash let out a little “Eep” at Beili’s mention of her accident. Her look of indignation took on a hint of anger as she realized that the pandaren must have been staring at her while she was unconscious, “Were you… Were you ogling me?” She asked, cringing.
“Only a little,” She shrugged, “Enough to know you need a change,”
“Well, you’re wrong; I don’t” A brief moment of silence was ended by another series of rumbles from Ash’s stomach. She doubled over, groaning in pain.
“Ash, just go,” Beili said, as though she were talking to a stubborn child.“No!”
“You’ll be happier that you did,” The pandaren sat with her back against the wall, getting less enjoyment out of this than Ash would have expected from her, “Besides, the witch uses lightning. You can either go now or go when they start questioning you,”.
Ash thought to herself for a moment, then decided that Beili was right. Kneeling with her knees on the ground, she parted her thighs as much as her tied-up feet would let her. Closing her eyes, she mentally swore at herself, and started peeing. The crotch of her tan panties went several shades darker in only a second. Several trails of pee wound down her legs, and a powerful stream fell straight through the crotch of her underwear as she released more than a day’s worth of pent-up pee. She scrunched up her face, and grunted as she began soiling herself. Her panties swiftly tented out, hard and fast. As the first log collapsed, the bulge in her panties changed from tenting out to drooping. The fabric expanded again as she released more mess, causing her now very full underpants to droop considerably.She opened her eyes, which had tears in them, “I’m waiting for the part where I’m happier that I took your advice...”“It’ll take some time,” Beili responded. Though the whole event was certainly pleasing to see, she had more important things on her mind. Such as imminent naga torture.
And speak of the watery devil… The Sea Witch slithered her way up to the cell’s bars. She was flanked by two naga myrmidons who had shown up shortly after the battle. Turns out she had quite a few of them under her command.“What do you know of the Ssssscepter of the Tidessss?” She asked, none too happily.
“We don’t-” Beili began, before being interrupted by Ash.“We know all about it,” She answered, earning an alarmed look from the pandaren. This witch was not happy about them being alive, but Ash had a feeling she wouldn’t kill them as long as they knew something she didn’t.
The Sea Witch hissed and raised her hands, lightning crackled between them.
“WHERE ISSSS IT?!” She howled.
“Somewhere you’ll never find it” Ash glared defiantly at the naga, momentarily forgetting about the load in her underwear and the puddle she was sitting in.
“If you will not cooperate...” the witch began, eyeing Beili, “Then perhapsss perssuasion is required,”.
She shot a hand through the bars, and a series of powerful lightning bolts slammed into Beili. The pandaren screamed in pain, and began writhing and spasming on the floor. With electricity coursing through her body, all pretense of bodily control was lost, and her red panties turned dark red as urine spilled into them. Her spastic movements cause spurts of pee to shoot in various directions, but a large puddle still grew underneath her. A loud BRRRRAAAAaaaapppp filled the room, surprisingly audible over the other horrible sounds present. Wet mess rushed out into Beili’s underpants, and a large, round bulge formed on her butt as her panties filled with semi-solid mess.Finally, it stopped. Beili’s thrashing subsided, and she lay in a puddle of her own piss and mess, panting rapidly. All of her fur stood on end. Beili was right- it was good that Ash had already gone on herself, for she certainly certainly would have lost control upon seeing that. A feeling of powerlessness took root in her. She reassured herself by remembering that the others got away, and know where they are. And Meryl could absolutely sneak aboard the ship. Though their wait may be painful and humiliating, as far as she could guess, they just needed to hold out for rescue. For a brief moment, Ash managed to soothe her fears, and a look of relief washed over her. One that was noticed by the naga.“Don’t think that it’ssss over, now...” The Sea Witch said, with ice in her voice, “Things are about to get much worse,”. |
I come bearing news. The next chapter is almost ready, and will either be the final or penultimate chapter in this series. It's gonna be a long one. As for what's next, I was thinking of more or less retiring these characters from the spotlight (they will still show up from time to time), and exploring a different cast (maybe Horde this time). The main idea was to explore more of the world (of Warcraft) and the various races, without just continually adding new members to an over-large party. So, with that in mind, did anyone have any preferences for the kinds of races/characters they might like to see in a sequel series? Or do you guys like the current cast and want them to stick around? I'm open to whatever suggestions/feedback you got.
But of course, I still haven't finished the ending, yet. As an apology for how long I'm taking with this, I figured I'd post the first few pages of the finale to give you guys something to chew on. Hope you enjoy.
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Leris supposed she was somewhat thankful for just how hot Stranglethorn Vale was. After their “daring” escape from the naga, the duo had jumped from the ship, then swam back to shore. Now, hardly more than an hour later, any trace of wetness had all but vanished. The stains however, were going to take some thorough washing, she realized, as she stared at the slightly yellowed fabric of her pants. Shooting a quick glimpse at Shay, Leris was not envious of her situation.
The normally red fabric of her First Mate’s pants were similarly discolored down the middle, but a dark brown stain was smeared across her backside. All the walking they’d been doing had flattened out the bulge, so it wasn’t very visible, but there could be no doubt that she’d heavily soiled her pants.
Speaking of walking, they hadn’t stopped moving since they escaped the ship. They didn’t even know where they were going, they just wanted to be anywhere else. They were far enough away, now, that Leris began to give some thought to where they were going next. There had to be more than a few bounties on her head, so going somewhere like Booty Bay without a full crew was suicide. Heading north would put them in Duskwood, which wasn’t safe, and even if it was, they’d be in Stormwind’s territory, who don’t look kindly on pirates.
All of her eggs were in one basket, and then a giant snake-witch came and smashed every last one.
“Shay...” Leris began. Speaking for the first time in a while made her realize just how thirsty she was, as a rasping cough followed her voice.
“Captain?” Shay replied, her voice just as hoarse.
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know, Captain,” the First Mate responded, making it quite clear that the responsibility was not hers.
“Do you know anyone? Have a friendly aunt or uncle we could stay with until people forget what we look like?”
“None that are happy that I became a pirate,” Shay said flatly.
“Wonderful...” Leris brought her hand to her head, both to rub her temples and wipe away sweat. “Well, I guess we could-”
“There’s a camp!” Shay exclaimed suddenly, catching Leris’ attention. The pirate captain looked up to see that there was indeed an abandoned camp nestled in the trees up ahead. Deep smiles broke out on both women’s faces as they raced towards it, the thought of scavenging some food or water putting a halt to any other thoughts.
And food and water there was. Quite a lot of it. Several tents surrounded an extinguished campfire, and many bags of supplies lingered about the place. Leris began rifling through the bags, until she found a large canteen filled with water. She brought it to her lips and began happily chugging from it.
Once she had her fill, she turned to her companion, “Shay, do you… need some...” Shay was wobbling around with a befuddled look on her face. “Shay?” Leris took a step towards her companion. Shay seemed completely out of it; Leris wasn’t even sure she could hear her.
Wait… She thought, This is… SAP, she realized, all too late, as a furry hand was planted on her forehead, tilting her head back. A knife soon rested right next to her throat.
“Well, what have we here?” a voice asked in an icey Gilnean accent, “Two lost little pirates?”
The blade of the knife pressed hard into her throat. A single drop of blood ran from the small cut. Leris was suddenly aware of the gathering warmth between her thighs. Hot piss spilled into her panties, then trickled down her thighs. For the third time, not just in one day, but in one pair of pants, she had wet herself.
The rogue who held the knife sniffed the air, “Scared?” she asked. The sense of smell and the furry paw clicked together now, and Leris realized that this was a worgen.
“Who are you? Is this your camp?” Leris asked, trying to sound like someone who hadn’t just pissed their pants. Normally, she’d resist, she’d try to fight, but her strength and will had been completely drained by the last couple of days.
“A better question is: Is this your camp?” The worgen leaned in, her snout and many, sharp fangs entering Leris’ vision.
“... No...” Leris answered after a short moment.
“You were going through those bags like they belonged to you,”
“We were attacked. We needed the supplies,”
“So you took things that don’t belong to you. Like the pirate scum you are,” The worgen traced the knife up Leris’ throat as she spoke, forcing the pirate to tilt her head further and further back. After a moment, the knife reached her chin, no longer pressing into her throat.
The gesture was meant to intimidate and, to the worgen’s credit, it did. Leris, however, was a pirate, and pirates are nothing if not opportunistic. The knife was no longer hovering right at one of her most vital points, and she just might be able to get out of the hold she was in. As quick as she could, she put all of her strength into her left arm, then drove it backwards, into the worgen’s chest. The wolf woman grunted in pain, and stumbled backwards.
Leris bolted forwards, rummaging through the campsite for anything she could use as a weapon. Scanning each and every tent with all the intensity that time would allow. Her eyes landed on a small, serrated knife that lie on the ground. Leris picked it up, then turned around to see the worgen sprinting toward her.
The pirate swung her dagger in an arc, forcing the worgen to jump back. Seeing this development, the worgen drew her second dagger, turning it around, and holding it backwards. She seemed to be preparing for some move that Leris wasn’t familiar with. In a flash, the worgen ran forward, and used her twin knives to twist and turn Leris’ hand until her small knife was flung from her hand. The worgen made it look like the easiest thing in the world.
Leris stared in both disbelief, then fear, as she looked from the knife flying through the air back to the rogue that was advancing towards her.
“L-look, this is a misunderstanding,” Leris stammered out, feeling her body expelling what little urine was left in her in little spurts. She raised her hands in the most diplomatic way possible, and tried to smile. “My friend and I, we-we were attacked, we lost everything!”. The worgen continued walking towards her, tightening her grip on her knives. Leris began backing up. Cold fear surged through her as she backed up into something. A tree blocked her path. She swivelled her head around to look at the tree that possibly just sealed her fate, then back at the worgen. She raised her hands up, covering her face. Her stomach felt suddenly empty, and only a couple seconds later, anyone nearby would know why. An extremely loud squishing noise emanated from the cowering pirate, lasting for several seconds. Her panties became very heavy as they sagged with her mess, and she could feel the squishy weight spread across her bottom.
“How did you ever become a pirate captain?” Meryl sneered, raising her blade to strike.
“No, Meryl, stop!!” A distinctly dwarven voice called out.
Leris looked over with curiosity and relief at the dwarf who had made her way into the campsite. Leris also noticed a drying, yellow stain on the front of the dwarf’s robe. At least Shay and I aren’t alone… she thought.
“Why?” the worgen, Meryl, asked.
“Well...” The dwarf looked like she was trying to choose her words carefully. In the brief silence, a human woman in full plate armor made her way onto the campsite, surveying the scene with some fascination. The dwarf breathed a sigh of relief when she showed up, “Y’see, Cassie ‘n’ I have been talkin’, and we think we could use some help...”
“You’re not about to say that we should bring the pirates with us, are you?”
“They want their stuff back, and so do we,” the human said.
“I want my stuff back, and probably some of their stuff, too!” Meryl replied.
“And you also want to get our friends back,” The dwarf said emphatically.
“Of course, of course,”
“Even if we don’t work with them, we can at least get them to give us some information or something,” the human intoned.
The worgen woman growled in frustration, then backed away from Leris. She turned to face her, baring as much of her fangs and claws as possible, “Try anything, you pirate scum, and I’ll tear your throat out!”. Leris could only nod quickly.
Meryl and her cohorts huddled up and began discussing things. Leris glanced over at Shay, who was just coming back to the waking world. She was going to need an explanation. |
So I found the document I mentioned. Not only did it contain a pretty comprehensive outline for the finale, but I completely forgot that I had actually written up the first bit of it. Since I might take a while to get the rest of the last chapter done, I thought I'd go ahead and post the beginning as a little treat.
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“Disgust,” “Shame,” “Humiliation.”
These were all words that Ashiana thought she understood. Emotions she thought she was familiar with. Not so, as she had learned. The last hour of waiting in a prison cell with soaked, soiled, and sagging panties had taught her the true meaning of these words. During the time she’d been with the group, she’d seen the others, particularly Beili, would… sit down on their… releases, in order to flatten them. Supposedly, it made them much easier to manage, especially if you were in the middle of a dangerous situation. Ash gagged at the thought, sure that she would suffer a heart attack if she attempted such a thing.
She looked around, hoping for anything that could cut the bindings on her hands. She wondered if it was normal that her foremost priority was cleaning herself up as much as she could, as opposed to escaping. Then again, focusing most of her attention on her ruined underwear helped to distract her from her current predicament. They were captured by naga, some of the most vile and cruel creatures on Azeroth; A powerful sea witch meant to interrogate them further; Beili, her current only ally, was unconscious in a pool of her own urine and a pile of her own… mess.
Ash had briefly entertained the thought of moving her, to save her some dignity, but… Pandaren were heavy. Much too heavy for her to move about. Besides, she thought, Beili would probably be happier waking up in such a state. For as much as she generally did not care for the warrior’s company, she found she was sorely missing it now. Considering they were only bound with simple rope, Beili may well have been able to just rip her bindings apart only using her raw muscle. But even more than that, Ash found that, faced with the companionship of naga, that Beili perhaps wasn’t as terrible as she’d thought.
Indeed, the stoic night elf was beginning to feel a creeping panic taking over her mind. The more she thought about what was happening, the bleaker things seemed. In all likelihood, the witch was only holding them for as long as she needed to, and would promptly kill them the second she felt it was prudent to do so. Ash’s lie earlier had bought them some time, but it was not going to last.
Beili twitched suddenly, making Ash hope the warrior was finally waking up, but her heart sank when she realized that the pandaren was simply soiling herself further. A subtle squish could be heard as the massive bulge on her rear grew slightly. Beili hadn’t been very gentle on her panties, and the distended seat of them had turned from red to a mottled brown. Not that she could really blame her, though; anyone would’ve crapped their pants if they had been struck with a nearly lethal bolt of lightning. Ash supposed it was simply a side-effect of how much pandarens liked to eat, but she was still impressed that Beili had managed to find more to release, as the mound on her rear expanded one final time.
Ash turned away, doing her best to ignore the smell. Beili had made it quite well-known that she felt absolutely zero shame in soiling herself, no matter what company she was in, but Ash still averted her gaze in a pointless attempt to preserve some of the warrior’s dignity. She resumed pondering a means of escape. Ideas flitted through her mind, but most of the scenarios she imagined ended with a painful, lightning-based death. Without all of her equipment, her power had been drastically reduced, and it was already insufficient to defeat the Sea Witch. If things got violent now, she and Beili wouldn’t last a minute.
“Eeeeuuugh...” the pandaren groaned, catching Ash’s attention. She quickly turned to face Beili, and saw her eyes beginning to open. She’s awake! Beili brought her hand up and lightly massaged her forehead, clearly still in some pain. Ash channeled some of her remaining mana into a restorative spell to ease her friend’s pain. “Ash? What happened?” The pandaren spoke slowly, her voice strained.
“The Witch electrocuted you. You’ve been unconscious for a little while, now.”
“Electrocuted?” There was a peculiar glint in Beili’s eye that Ash couldn’t quite place. Beili wiggled her legs a little, sending ripples through the large puddle of urine she was lying in. Even through the dazed, confused, and agonized look on her face, Ash could make out the slightest suggestion of a smile. It appeared that her earlier supposition was correct: Beili did, indeed, enjoy waking up like this.
“Beili, there will be plenty of time for...” she momentarily averted her eyes, blushing slightly, “that, after we’ve escaped,”.
“Fair enough,” Ash was shocked to hear her agree. Perhaps the Witch had accidentally shocked some sense into the young warrior.
“I did think of something while you were out, but… it is risky.”
“That’s perfect, I love risky.”
Some energy had returned to her, and Beili finally pulled herself up and sat upright, squishing the mess in her panties audibly. Ash cringed when she heard it, then cringed even harder as she recalled the similar state of her own underwear.
“I don’t have a lot of mana left, but I think I have enough to singe the ropes on our wrists so we can break them.” She motioned towards the heavy metal door of the cell, “I should also have enough left to weaken the lock. If I do that, do you think you can break it open?”
“I live to break things.”
“Good. After that is the risky part. We killed several naga, but there are still plenty of them left. We’ll have to sneak around until we find wherever they’ve hidden our things.”
“And then?” Beili asked, “That Witch was way too strong for us, even when all of us were there.” Ash thought it strange to hear Beili of all people confess that there was anything she couldn’t defeat.
“We won’t be engaging her. We’re going to escape. I know a number of spells that can teleport us to safety, or, if need be, I can shapeshift into a bird capable of carrying you with me.”
“Then why don’t you just do one of those things now?” Beili fixed Ash with cynical eyes. A look that Ash happily returned.
“Because I used all of my mana turning a sea monster into paste! If I get my equipment back, then maybe it will give me the strength I need to do those things.”
Beili considered this for a moment, then shrugged, “Fine, fine. I want to get out of here, so go ahead singe away,” she stretched her arms outward, baring the rope for Ash. The night elf brought her slender fingers to the rope, and, with a slight gesture, an intense spark of energy formed on the bindings, burning into them. They both watched as the rope weakened, until, at last, Beili pulled her arms apart, and ripped through them. “Yes!” She exclaimed, prompting an urgent Shhhhhhh! From Ash. After a moment of fiddling with the druid’s bindings, Beili had managed to untie her, as well.
“Now for the door,” Ash said. Both she and Beili looked at the metal bars eagerly. Ash reached deeply into herself, and managed to pool together enough mana to launch a small sphere of wrathful nature energy at the door of the cell. The bolt slammed into the lock, warping it severely.
Beili smiled in anticipation, “My turn,” she walked forward, braced herself, raised her leg up, and kicked the door at its newly-created weak point. The metal gave way immediately with a rending sound, and the door swung open. “Yes!” Beili cried. Ash did not shush her this time. |
"Tris get down here before you miss the bus! If you're late one more time you'll get suspended."
Tris's eyes flew open to the sound of her mother yelling upstairs to her. She quickly responded.
"Just a minute I'll be right down!"
Hopping out of bed she quickly got dressed. Neglecting underwear she put on a light green top with a skirt that went to about mid-thigh. Running a brush through her hair she glanced in a mirror on her way out the bathroom. She was a 5' 7" brunette with a slightly athletic build and C cup breasts. Everything seems to be in order so she ran downstairs, drank a glass of orange juice, grabbed a pop tart and a water bottle then went outside to the bus stop.
Once on the bus Tris realized she had forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving. It wasn't a very strong urge but it was still there nevertheless. She ate her pop tarts and finished the bottle of water on the 15 minute bus ride to school. When she arrived her best friend Emily was there waiting for her.
"Hey Tris, almost thought you weren't gonna show up on time again."
"Yea I was cutting it pretty close this morning, I had to run to make it to the bus."
Tris forgot all about her bladder and chatted with Emily until the bell rand. Her first class and least favorite class was English. The teacher always went on and on in the same monotone voice. She was grateful she was in the back of the class where he didn't pay attention. Sitting down she remembered her need right away. Mr. Luckburg was notorious for never letting anyone to the bathroom but she raised her hand anyway.
"May I please go to the restroom Mr. Luckburg?"
"No Tris, class just started you should've went before"
She was already fidgeting and still had 30 minutes of class left. The fact she didn't have panties on wasn't helping at all. Being exposed made her feel cold down there and the skirt wasn't helping any. The orange juice made itself known in her bladder as class continued. She couldn't sit still as the bottle of water she'd had made it's way down. A few of the boys couldn't stop glancing in her direction. She hoped class would end soon.
With class almost over Tris's bladder was way fuller than she usually let it get. She was actively crossing her legs to stay in control. "Just a few more minutes" She kept telling herself. Class finally ended and Tris was still dry but right as she was going to go to the bathroom Emily walked up to her.
"Hey Tris, you ready for the field trip to the play today?"
"Shit, that was today? I completely forgot."
"Yea its today. I can't believe you blanked you've been talking about it for weeks." Emily said slightly worried. "Lets go to the bus and get seats."
"I need to make a quick stop to the bathroom first. Save me a spot I'll meat you there."
Tris walked to the closest bathrooms only to find they were out of order. The sign on the door said they were remodeling. Groaning she glanced at a clock and realized she didn't have enough time to make it to the other bathroom. She almost considered using the men's room but though better of it and just filled her water bottle.
"Damn it, why do the other bathrooms need to be so far away. Guess I need to hold for a while longer." She sighs. "I should probably refill my water bottle while I'm here at least."
Emily waved to her from the back of the bus.
"Hey, I got us good seats."
"They're gonna kill my bladder though. I didn't get the chance to pee, the bathrooms were closed."
"That sucks, are you going to be okay?"
"I hope so but I haven't gone since last night."
"Wow you've been holding for a really long time."
"How long is this bus ride again?"
"I think they said it's gonna be 2 hours."
"Damn, I really hope I don't wet myself."
It was just to hot inside the bus and she was so thirsty that she quickly finished off her water bottle, a choice she would soon regret. Shortly after the ride began Tris was holding herself as discretely as she could. Not 15 minutes later she was holding as hard as she could. She tried moving her legs slightly so could get a better grip when her bladder spasmed. A short spurt shot out into her skirt.
"Emily I... I don't think I'm gonna make it. I just leaked a little."
"I'm sorry I can't do anything to help. You're already on the window seat and I don't have anything you can pee in." Emily said with regret.
The second the words "pee in" left Emily's mouth Tris realized she had a water bottle. How could she have been so stupid and not thought to pee in it. She frantically searched for it and showed it to her friend.
"Do you think this is big enough to go inside?"
"I don't know how big you bladder is but that should be fine."
"Great can you keep an eye out for me? I'm gonna use it quick."
"Yea no problem, I've got you covered."
Tris lifted up her skirt slightly and moved the mouth of the bottle to her urethra opening. Emily saw she had no panties on was surprised but made no comment. Tris had just started peeing when all of the sudden the bus hit a huge bump causing her stream to go everywhere.
"AHH! Stupid bus!"
"Move the bottle closer." Emily quickly said.
Tris quickly readjusted the bottle and was safely peeing into it again. She kept going and going and right when the bottle was about to overflow she finished.
"You feel better?" Emily asked.
"You have no idea."
This is my first real attempt at writing anything so any feedback is welcomed! Hope you enjoyed the story.
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*Note: I originally posted an almost identical story on another site, but it was deleted so I was forced to rewrite it to the best of my ability. Enjoy!*
The first thing Kara saw when she opened her eyes was a white ceiling stamped with rows of rectangular fluorescent lights that buzzed slightly. The girl's head felt very heavy; her memories were like shadows--visible, but impossible to grasp. How did she get here? Where was "here", anyway? The sharp smell of antiseptic stung her nose and caused her eyes to water. She moved to wipe away the tears, but her wrist was tied down. She felt a stab of fear as she realized both wrists--and both ankles, for that matter--were strapped to what appeared to be a hospital bed. That's when Kara became more aware of her surroundings, recognizing nearby medical equipment, including two bags of IV fluids hanging from a steel pole at her side. The tubing ran from the bags into the crooks of both of her elbows, allowing for rapid hydration. What was this!? Kara turned her head this way and that, looking for somebody who could free her. But she was horribly, horribly alone.
As the minutes crawled by, Kara felt a slight twinge between her legs as her bladder began to fill. She looked back at the IV bags, which were half empty at this point. Of course, Kara thought bitterly, of course I have to go to the bathroom. She decided to call out for help. Two sets of footsteps rapidly approached, and a stone-faced nurse and a concerned man in a white coat appeared. "Good! You're awake!" the man exclaimed. "I'm Dr. Zhou. How are you feeling?"
Angry. Confused. Scared. "Where am I?" Kara answered, ignoring his question. "Why am I tied down?"
"You're in the hospital," said Dr. Zhou matter-of-factly. "You're in restraints because you demonstrated very aggressive behavior upon admission. We determined that you're a danger to yourself and others. It's just for everyone's safety."
"And the IVs?"
He tapped one of the bags. "You were dehydrated. Had you not been drinking enough water?"
The mention of water caused the pain between Kara's legs to intensify. "I have to go to the bathroom," she said with lowered eyes. She didn't know why, but she always found it embarrassing to talk about bodily functions. And asking for permission was humiliating. But she needed to go.
The nurse raised her eyebrows at Dr. Zhou, who sighed and put his hands in his pockets. "I'm not comfortable releasing you just yet," he said. "At least not until your fluids have run their course. We wouldn't want you to rip out the catheters." He traced one of the tubes with his finger. "That would be very painful," he whispered.
"Please," Kara said, her bottom lip trembling. The need to urinate was growing tremendously, and at a rapid pace. The girl didn't know how much longer she could hold it. "I-I really have to go."
Dr. Zhou shook his head. "I'm sorry, Kara, but you look like you're becoming agitated again. Lots of patients try to use a bathroom emergency as an excuse to be taken out of restraints, only to become violent once more. You're going to have to wait."
Kara curled her hands into fists, fingernails digging into her palms. "I promise I'll be good. I promise. Please just let me use the bathroom."
The man glanced at his watch. "I'll check back on you in an hour. Then we'll talk about the possibility of taking you to the restroom, all right?"
An hour? She'd be lucky to last ten minutes. The throbbing between Kara's legs became unbearable. She jammed her bottom against the hard hospital bed, rocking her hips back and forth as she gnawed her bottom lip, grimacing in pain. "You're a doctor," she sobbed through gritted teeth, "so you should know that you could hurt me by making me hold it!"
Dr. Zhou scoffed. "Believe me, Kara, you will lose control of your bladder before any damage is done to your body."
Talking about it was a huge mistake. Kara cried out, yanking against her wrist straps as she tried to reach down to grab herself. Her ankles bruised against their leather bindings as she made fierce attempts to cross her legs--anything to keep from wetting the bed. She was losing the battle. "LET ME GO!" she screamed, arcing her back, wiggling her knees. "I NEED TO GO SO BADLY!" She looked up at the IV bags through her tears. They were nearly empty, all of the contents now contained into her painfully overstretched bladder, threatening to burst out.
"Kara," Dr. Zhou said sternly, "you're way too agitated. I'm going to have to give you a sedative if you don't calm down."
"How can I calm down when you won't let me go to the bathroom???" the girl sobbed helplessly. "Pleeeease--I'll do anything!" Her whole body trembled. She was clenching her muscles as tightly as she could, but they suddenly spasmed and she gasped. A thin trickle of urine escaped, spurting onto the sheets. "No! NO!" Fighting to regain control, she pounded her fists against the mattress. The buckles on the restraints banged loudly against the bed's railings. She kicked her feet and cried out. Overcome with hopelessness, Kara knew that even if the doctor did untie her, she would surely have an accident if she so much as stood up.
"Okay," Dr. Zhou said, shaking his head. "I need to sedate you. It's cruel of me to let you suffer this way." He reached for the medical cart and pulled out a syringe.
"IT'S CRUEL OF YOU TO KEEP ME FROM USING THE BATHROOM!" Kara shouted. She yelped as another jet of hot urine broke free. It took all of her strength to regain control. She tapped her feet rhythmically, her heart racing. A panicked sweat poured down her face. Her bladder throbbed, round and stretched past capacity, beyond ready for release.
The doctor held the syringe to the light and pushed down the plunger, allowing a trickle of fluid arc from the tip of the needle.
"NO!" Kara howled as her bladder gave one final twitch before finally letting loose. The girl tried in vain to stem the involuntary flow as her bladder forcefully emptied itself. Her waistline steadily deflated as the warm wetness bloomed rapidly between her legs, soaking her gown, the sheets, and the blankets. Dr. Zhou and the nurse looked genuinely surprised as they watched in silence as Kara wet herself for a full minute, urine hissing as it poured eagerly from her body. All Kara could do was allow it to happen as she wept in shame, lying still on the sopping bed. Finally, it was over. Her bladder gave a few weak little spasms as the last of the pee trickled into the bedclothes.
"Oh Kara," said Dr. Zhou, brows knotted in sympathy. "I didn't realize you'd needed to go that badly. So many patients lie about needing the bathroom, but rarely does anyone have an actual accident."
Kara glared at him in hatred, crying hysterically.
"You're still not calm," the doctor observed. "Just try to relax and we'll get you cleaned up." With that, he pushed the syringe into Kara's IV and injected a numbing darkness that plunged her into unconsciousness. |
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For Kara, coming to for the second time was quite a similar experience to the first. There were the lights, the brightness, the antiseptic odors, and the tight straps pinning her limbs to the bed. But the IVs were gone and bandages had been taped to her arms where the catheters had been removed. As Kara shifted her hips, she realized with a wave of horror that although she was clean and dry, there was a thick padding wedged between her legs. Straining her neck, she looked down to see that she'd been forced into a diaper while asleep.
On the verge of hysteria, she furiously bucked and jerked on the leather straps holding her limbs to the hospital bed. "Aaarrghhh!" she yelled. Suddenly, she fell silent and still as Dr. Zhou appeared in the doorway.
"That's no way to act if you want me to take those restraints off of you," he scolded.
"I wouldn't act like this if you hadn't put me in a fucking diaper!" Kara bit back.
Dr. Zhou studied his patient's distraught expression. "Kara, incontinence is a real medical condition and nothing to be ashamed of. Diapers are just a more absorbent underwear; that's all."
"I'M NOT INCONTINENT! I HAD AN ACCIDENT BECAUSE YOU PUMPED ME FULL OF CRAP AND WOULDN'T LET ME GO TO THE BATHROOM!" the girl screeched.
The doctor was silent for a moment as he pondered this. "Okay, Kara. I'm not going to argue with you--it won't get us anywhere. If you'd like me to release you, you need to be on your best behavior. Deal?"
"Deal," Kara responded grudgingly.
Dr. Zhou beckoned the sour nurse, and they both unbuckled Kara's restraints. She sat up, wincing as her diaper crinkled. She stretched her sore muscles and cracked her back.
"All right, we're going to have you socialize in our ward's common room," said Dr. Zhou. "If you act out in any way, you'll be right back in here, tied to your bed."
"Can I please take this off?" Kara said, pointing to her lap, indicating her diaper.
Dr. Zhou shook his head. "Not quite yet. You have to prove to us that you can control your bladder first. In three hours, a female staff member will check you to see if you're wet. If you manage to stay dry, we'll let you have your regular undergarments back."
"That's ridiculous," Kara snapped. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and shakily stood up. The room swayed for a couple of seconds. The nurse steadied Kara on her arm and helped her walk--well, waddle, on account of the diaper--out the door and down a long white hallway.
The three of them stopped at a doorway to a massive room. The walls were made of white cinderblock and there was a scattering of simple furniture, all constructed of hard, glossy plastic. Waterproof, Kara concluded. There were other patients--a rather miserable-looking group of them gathered under the close eye of several attendants in white.
"Welcome to the common area, Kara," Dr. Zhou said. "Remember: three hours. I have confidence in you."
That makes one of us, Kara thought, anxiety mounting in her chest. She took a few hesitant steps toward an empty chair, and self-consciously wondered if the other people could hear the rustle of her bulky diaper. But they seemed so preoccupied with their own struggles. Some of them jiggled their legs, drumming their fingers on their thighs. One girl blatantly kept a hand clamped on her crotch and rocked back and forth.
Suddenly, there was a high-pitched cry, not unlike a kitten's mew, from the corner of the room. A tiny girl dropped to her knees, and then went limp. Kara watched with a mixture of horror and pity as a dark stain gradually spread across the front of the girl's pants, and urine pooled from beneath her. There was no fight left in the girl. She just stared into the distance and gave into her body's needs, releasing large quantities of pee. Just sitting there, allowing it to happen.
"Damn," said another patient about Kara's age, "she just got out of diapers like yesterday!" She scrambled into the empty seat next to Kara's, and the two of them stared as a pair of attendants hauled the wet, weeping girl to her feet and escorted her from the room.
"I'm Mattie," announced the girl now sitting next to Kara. "Geez, you look like death warmed up, like you got your first Chinese Water Torture."
"My what?" asked Kara, tugging at the hem of her gown.
"Chinese Water Torture. It was invented by that quack, Dr. Zhou. You know--they strap you to a bed, fill you up like a goddamned water balloon and wait for the inevitable."
Kara shuddered at the memory and became more aware of the leftover ache in her weary bladder. "They did that to you, too?"
Mattie cracked her knuckles. "Oh yeah."
Kara wondered if Mattie was also diapered, but was too embarrassed to ask. She quickly glanced down at Mattie's sweatpants and saw a bulge. Mattie caught her looking and sighed. "Yes, I'm wearing a fucking diaper," she confessed. "I'd been dry for a whole 48 hours, but last night I had a dream that I was using the toilet. Woke up in the middle of wetting the bed."
"That's awful," Kara sympathized.
"What's worse is that every time you have an accident, you're back in the torture room, tied up, with those IV fluids. They made it so you can't win. I have a bladder of steel and I still can't find a way to beat the system."
The two fell silent as a bulky attendant approached. He carried two large paper cups, brimming with icewater. "Drink time," he said. "And if you refuse, we'll put a tube down your nose and hydrate you that way. Your choice."
"I just finished two IVs!" Kara protested. "I'm hydrated enough!"
"Doctor's orders," the attendant countered, pushing one of the cups into Kara's face.
"Just chug the motherfucker," Mattie said, taking her cup, tossing her head back, and gulping down the water.
Kara sighed and took the cup.
"Good girl!" said the attendant with a fake smile. "Now you finish this in fifteen minutes. ALL of it." He chuckled and stalked off to sit with his attendant buddy across the room.
Kara took slow, deep sips. The water was so cold she could feel it as it made its journey to her stomach. She drank all of the water over fifteen minutes, and opened her mouth in shock when the attendant had her trade her empty cup for a full one.
"More!??" Kara gasped.
"More?" the staff member mocked. "No games. Drink up."
Kara and Mattie chugged their water, turned in their empty cups, and sat in silence for a while. A familiar feeling stirred just below Kara's stomach. Her heart began to pound harder. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no," Kara whispered.
"What is it?" Mattie asked, alarmed.
Kara avoided eye contact and instead stared at a speck on the floor. "I kinda sorta hafta pee," she admitted, crossing her legs. She shifted a little in her seat, finding a more comfortable position.
"You can fight it," Mattie encouraged.
Just then, Dr. Zhou walked in. He strode over to the two girls. "How are you doing, Kara?" he asked pleasantly. "Making friends, I see?"
"Um, yeah," mumbled Kara.
"Is something wrong?" the doctor asked.
"Well...."
The man leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Do you have to use the bathroom again, Kara?"
The girl nodded in shame. "But what do you expect?" she challenged. "I got all those IV fluids running through me, and that meathead over there made me drink two huge cups of water!" She gestured toward the attendant, who was pouring a cup of water for someone else. "How much longer?"
Dr. Zhou glanced at his watch. "An hour and forty minutes," he replied.
"Oh, okay," Kara answered in a no-big-deal kind of voice. "I can hold it."
"Good! I'm so proud of you!" Dr. Zhou said with a grin, then continued on with his rounds.
Kara turned to Mattie, horrified. "I'm not gonna make it," she whimpered.
"You'll make it," Mattie contradicted.
The minutes--no, the seconds crawled by at a snail's pace. Kara tried not to think of her poor, exhausted bladder slowly filling with icewater, but she swore she could feel every single drop that filled it. She switched legs, now crossing the right over the left, and tightly. Her diaper puffed up in the front, giving her a slight wedgie. The discomfort in her bladder was growing. A few sharp pangs made her catch her breath in her throat. She chewed on her lip and bounced her leg up and down, up and down.
Now on the verge of tears, Kara asked an attendant how much longer she had until her bathroom break.
"An hour!" the staff member called back, and chuckled.
The desperation grew more and more, rising to a level of need that brought tears to Kara's blue eyes. "Oh my God," she stated to no one in particular, "I have to go so, so bad." She couldn't wet herself again. Please, not again. But it hurt terribly, the ache now traveling through to her back. She rubbed her slender thighs impatiently, and tightened her tired muscles with all of her strength. Her urine took on a mind and form of its own. Kara imagined that it was a demon pushing furiously on the doors to the outside world--in this case, the inside of her diaper.
A tiny drop escaped into the padding of the diaper. Kara yelped and grabbed herself, jamming her trembling hands between her legs, clutching herself. She didn't care that people were staring--sympathetically, of course--in fact, she writhed around in her seat, grinding her teeth in agony, wriggling until she was finally sitting on her heel. She let out a gasp as her body gave a huge push, trying to force the urine out.
"Mattie!" she groaned. "I can't hold it! I can't!" Her hands burned, still clamped tightly between her shaking legs. She felt her distended bladder poking at the waistband of her diaper.
Mattie tightened her lips in pity. "Don't hurt yourself," she murmured gently. "It's not worth it. Just let go into your diaper. They're not bad--they could hold back the frigging Pacific ocean--"
"--Aah!" Kara whimpered. Another drop of urine escaped, and then another. Kara fought to regain control. Panting, she slowly began to free one of her hands....
Her body pushed again, and this time, more urine got out. Crying now as Mattie watched in horror, she quickly clamped her hand between her legs again, but it was no use. Kara's bladder muscles forcefully contracted, and she lost control. She felt the urine gush from her body in long pulses, the diaper swelling with warmth in her hands. "I'm peeing! I'm peeing! I can't make it stop!" she sobbed.
Again, her accident lasted for the better part of a minute. The diaper sagged but managed to hold the flood of urine. Kara was disgusted and humiliated, though she felt physically better now that her bladder was empty.
Just then, Dr. Zhou arrived with the serious nurse, who was wearing gloves. "It's time for a bathroom break!" he announced. He noticed the tears streaming down Kara's face, and his smile faded. "Kara, did you have another accident?" he asked.
The girl shook her head and wiggled her knees, hopping anxiously from one foot to the other. "Uh, no--I just, I have to go so bad," she lied.
Looking unconvinced, Dr. Zhou led her down the hall and into an exam room. He instructed Kara to stand behind a curtain. The girl said nothing as the nurse lifted the edge of her gown and poked and prodded at the swollen diaper with a gloved finger. "It's wet," she said flatly.
Dr. Zhou shook his head. "Kara, three hours isn't a long time. You should have been able to hold it. Now, the nurse will help you get cleaned up."
Kara glared at the man. "Fuck you," she growled.
The doctor thoughtfully rubbed his chin. "I see we have a lot of work to do," he said. |
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Heart heavy with a volatile combination of hatred for Dr. Zhou and hopelessness about her imprisonment, Kara stood motionless under the spray of the shower head. Rivulets of lukewarm water ran down her face, mixing with her bitter tears. She tried to ignore the nurse's shadow behind the translucent curtain, and instead focused on scrubbing her lean body with a small bar of soap.
"Hurry up, Kara," the woman said in a flat voice. "It's almost time for dinner."
Kara placed the soap back on the tile shelf when she was struck with an idea. Still sure that the nurse couldn't see anything more than her outline, she stood over the drain, spread her feet slightly, tensed her stomach, and peed out the remaining urine in her bladder. She was surprised that the stream was so strong, for she hadn't felt that level of desperation. I wonder if all the holding hurt my bladder, she thought. But since she didn't see a way out of her predicament, she didn't allow the possibility of injury to trouble her. She turned off the faucet and dried herself off.
The nurse yanked back the curtain and presented Kara with a stack of clothing, topped with a extra thick pull-on diaper. Rage started simmering in Kara's chest. She clenched her jaw and balled her fists, fantasizing about smacking the diaper out of the nurse's hands, about screaming and fighting and pushing for release, about breaking absolutely everything within reach--especially if it involved breaking Dr. Zhou's neck. But she said nothing as she slid the offending garment up her pale legs and over her hips.
"Good girl," the nurse said, still as expressionless as a potato.
Kara rolled her eyes and dressed herself in the dull gray hospital uniform: a faded pair of sweatpants, a threadbare t-shirt, and a sweatshirt that was at least two sizes too large. She pulled her hair into a slick ponytail and followed the nurse to a plain room with an arrangement of tables, all bolted to the floor.
Although Kara hadn't been expecting a tasty or exciting meal, considering she was in a hospital, she was definitely taken aback at what was served for dinner: a protein shake, a 12-oz cup of water, and a 12-oz cup of cranberry juice cocktail. She slid into a seat next to Mattie, who was struggling with her shake. "Blechhh," she said, wiping her mouth with her hand. "Fuckin' ass juice."
She glared at a staff member who admonished her for cursing, and threatened to throw her shake in his face. "Just make it disappear," he said, and stalked off.
Kara defiantly pushed away her shake and folded her arms.
"No use refusing," Mattie said, staring into the near distance. "They'll tube you for being a 'nutritional risk'."
In the end, Kara downed her assorted fluids and remained silent as she was escorted back to the common room, where everyone congregated for "relaxation therapy"--an activity that involved dimming the lights and watching a three-hour slideshow of images staff determined were "peaceful". To no one's surprise, the slideshow had a generous collection of waterfall pictures and a soundtrack that was mostly ocean waves. Mattie and several other girls groaned, and Kara bit her lip. Two hours. She directed her attention to her bladder, which was still sore from the torture. I can make it two hours.
Another half hour scraped by. Kara heard water pattering on the polished concrete floor, and looked to her left at an older girl sitting very, very still, her lips pursed and eyes clenched shut. Diluted urine was pouring in streams from her seat, making a widening pool around the girl's shaking feet. Kara averted her gaze, embarrassed for the girl. Watching another person wet themselves triggered a sudden bladder spasm. Kara bit her lip and gripped the edge of the table, clinging to the surface with short fingernails. She took deep breaths and tightened her sphincter, which gave a weak twitch of protest. Whimpering, Kara cradled her heavy, swelling bladder and repeated in her head, "I can hold it... I can hold it...."
"What's wrong?" Mattie whispered.
"That girl having an accident... it just reminded me of how badly I need to go," Kara moaned.
"I gave up about an hour ago," Mattie responded with a shrug. "I don't give a damn anymore."
Kara's hands went to her face. "No! I don't believe you!"
Mattie slowly stood, and turned her back to Kara. Kara's eyes traveled down to Mattie's bum. Dark crescents of moisture were visible between her legs. There was a thin line of dark wetness traveling down the inner leg of her sweatpants. She'd wet herself so much, her diaper had leaked.
Kara's bladder spasmed again, and then briefly contracted. She quickly jammed her fingers into her crotch, putting pressure on her trembling pee hole through the layers of her diaper. There was a slight dampness in between her legs, but Kara knew it was sweat. She hadn't wet herself...yet.
"You can make it to the bathroom," Mattie said dully. "Hold on for the both of us." She pulled off her sweatshirt and tied it around her waist, temporarily hiding her accident.
Kara's desperation slammed into her. She squirmed, fingers still pressing against her pee hole to hold back the flood. The girl was so desperate, she was panting. A small groan escaped her throat, catching the attention of a nearby staffer.
"Gotta go?" she asked bluntly.
Tears pricked Kara's eyes. She nodded. Her legs were pretzeled together and she was swaying her hips.
The attendant looked at her watch. "Five minutes," she said. "Your break is in five minutes."
Gasping, Kara nearly lost it right then and there. Battling to control her body, she rocked back and forth in her chair. What would happen if she stood? Could she even walk to the bathroom without wetting herself?
Those five minutes of torture felt like an eternity, but as promised, the nurse entered the room and beckoned Kara.
Kara tried to coach herself. Okay. You can do this. Okay. *Deep breath* You got this. Okay.
"You comin' or what?" demanded the woman.
Kara clung to her control with all fibers of her being, and slowly stood up. As her bottom left the hard seat of her chair, a tiny bead of pee trickled out. Kara marched in place for a few seconds, hands firmly jammed between her legs.
"Come on! Either come with me or wait another three hours," the nurse said.
Kara was so desperate, she couldn't speak. Toes curled inside her socks, she hobbled to the door, stopped to march some more, hobbled into the hallway, stopped, marched, and so on for the nearly unbearable journey to the tiled bathroom. Her hands shook as she frantically pounded her way to one of the stalls.
She didn't care if the nurse saw anything, so she breezed past the cubicle door and stood in front of the toilet, stomping her feet like mad as she tore at her clothes. As she was tearing off her diaper, her body tensed. Her stomach muscles bore down as they'd done before, and as soon as she turned to sit down, urine exploded from her.
But she'd made it. Her head sagged with relief as she sat and peed, the fluid thrashing its way out of her with remarkable force. The girl's entire body trembled as she peed and peed. She barely noticed the small amount of urine that was streaming down her leg, and the slightest bit of moisture absorbed into the crotch of her diaper. As far as she was concerned, she had made it. Finally. |
I suddenly realised that it has been long time since I wrote a story. So I finished this short story that I started long time ago (short in my opinion). I hope you enjoy. I'm planning on writing more stories at some point, when I have the time.
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Chapter 1
"Did you get the job?" Satomi asked.
"No" Rika answered while closing the front door behind her.
Satomi, who was lying on the sofa sighed with disappointment.
"How long have you been awake?" Rika asked after she noticed that Satomi wasn't wearing anything except white bra and panties.
"Ten minutes?" Satomi shrugged her shoulders.
"It's almost 3 in the afternoon" Rika took off her jacket and hung it on the rack.
"So what?"
"You should try to find a job" Rika walked past the sofa into the kitchen "and put some clothes on!"
"I don't want to work"
"We need money to pay our rent and bills"
"We can borrow money from our parents, dad said he would help us with the rent and bills"
"That doesn't mean that we can just lay around doing nothing" Rika came back from the kitchen "It was your turn to buy food, there is nothing in the fridge"
"I thought it was your turn" Satomi sat up.
"No, it's your turn" Rika crossed her arms.
"Just because you're my big sister doesn't mean that you can boss around all the time"
"It really is your turn to buy food"
"Speaking of food, I managed to reserve a table from that new restaurant"
"Really!?"
Rika couldn't believe her ears, the restaurant had been opened few weeks ago and everyone were praising it. It was hard to get a table from there.
"The reservation is at 4 o'clock" Satomi answered.
"Well, you have time to go to the shop" Rika smirked.
"Fine, I'll go" Satomi stood up and walked to the front door.
"Put some clothes on!"
"Oh yeah, right" Satomi let out short laughter and hurried to the bedroom.
Rika shook her head, Satomi would have gone out half-naked several times if Rika had not mentioned about it. She and Satomi looked almost identical even though they weren't twins, Satomi was a year younger than Rika. Rika had dyed her hair into black and tied it to the ponytail, Satomi's hair was blonde but still people thought that Rika was Satomi and vice versa. Rika's and Satomi's dressing styles were different. Satomi likes to wear skirts and t-shirts, Rika prefered jeans and tube tops. At the moment Rika was wearing black jeans and black tube top, black leather bracelets and skull shaped earring on her right ear. Satomi came out from the bedroom. She had blue skirt and red t-shirt.
"And don't buy clothes!" Rika yelled when Satomi walked out from the apartment.
Clock was almost 4 when Rika and Satomi walked into the restaurant. It was located pretty close to their apartment but still they had to take the subway to get there. Restaurant was huge, at the moment it looked full, there was probably over 100 persons. Decoration was modest and simple, in the middle was bar counter.
"Hello and welcome!" young, short woman greeted them, she was standing behind counter near the door. She had short red hair, round glasses and lovely smile. She was wearing white shirt and black vest over the shirt.
"Uh, hello. We have a reservation, table for two" Satomi said.
"Name?" woman asked and opened the reservation book.
"Satomi Fukada"
Woman examined the book for a moment. "Follow me please" she started walking towards the bar counter. Satomi and Rika followed her but soon Satomi stopped and Rika bumped into her.
"Hey! Keep walking" Rika said.
Satomi raised her left hand and pointed out the woman, Rika leaned a little to the side and her jaw fell open. Woman wasn't wearing any pants or skirt, instead she was wearing a diaper. Woman noticed that Satomi and Rika wasn't following her so she turned around, Satomi lowered her hand and Rika quickly renew normal posture.
"Something wrong?" woman asked.
Satomi and Rika shook their head and followed woman to the table near the bar counter. Satomi and Rika sat down, Satomi glanced diaper few times.
"I can see that something is bothering you, what is it?" woman asked while handing the food menus to Satomi and Rika.
"Are you wearing a diaper?" Satomi asked carefully.
"Yes"
"Why?" Rika asked.
"It's part of our outfit" woman answered with smile on her face, she gestured around the restaurant.
Satomi and Rika looked around. All waitresses were wearing white shirt and black vest over the shirt, and a diaper!
"Waitress will come soon to take your orders" woman said, turned around and walked away.
"What kind of restaurant is this?" Satomi asked while looking around.
"A restaurant where you eat food" Rika answered and opened the food menu.
"But why are they wearing diapers?"
"She said that it's part of their outfit"
"A diaper!"
"Yeah, let's order something"
Rika examined the menu and Satomi looked around, she looked like she wasn't sure if she should stay or leave. After few minutes a waitress walked to them, she was slim and had shoulder length straight brown hair. Rika glanced her briefly but turned her gaze back to her, Satomi had done the same. A diaper what waitress was wearing was clearly wet. Waitress looked at Rika and Satomi, then let out short laughter.
"Your first time in here?" she asked.
"Yeah" Rika answered.
"I can see it. Sorry, I haven't had time to change my diaper" waitress touched her diaper and squeezed it a little.
"But why is it part of your outfit? Can't you use pants or skirt?" Satomi asked, still looking at the diaper.
"Well this is different kind of restaurant, we wear diapers because our customers love to see us in diapers. And if you want to see us wet or mess our diapers or both, just ask. But looking only, no touching!" waitress explained.
"Did someone asked you to wet your diaper?" Satomi asked.
"No, I just had to pee very badly"
"What's wrong with the bathroom?"
"Employees don't have bathroom, we don't need it. We can just let it go in our diapers"
Rika looked around the restaurant more carefully, now she saw that some waitresses had wet or messy diaper or both. Customers were clearly enjoying the view.
"Have you decided what you want to eat?" waitress asked.
"Uh, yes..." Rika examined the menu one more time and ordered meat.
Satomi looked at the menu and ordered same as Rika.
"Excellent choice" waitress said while writing down the orders.
"This is so good!" Satomi said.
"Unbelievable!" Rika stated.
Waitress had just brought their orders, Satomi and Rika had only tasted one bite.
"Let me know if you need anything, more wine or maybe some eye candy" waitress said, smirked and walked away.
Satomi coughed, she had almost choked on her food.
"She can't be serious" Satomi said.
"Why not?" Rika asked.
"I don't want to see her mess or wet her diaper!"
"Well, I..." Rika's sentence was interrupted by the astonished sounds coming from their left.
Satomi and Rika turned to look. There was group of men sitting at the table near them. Tall, blonde waitress was standing near the table, she had her legs spread a little. Every men were looking at the waitress's crotch and then Rika saw it, spreading wetness. Waitress was wetting her diaper.
"This is nuts! I can't eat here!" Satomi stood up and walked away.
"Wha...what? Wait! Satomi!" Rika couldn't take her eyes off the view.
Waitress sighed in relief after some time and Rika was finally able to look around for Satomi but couldn't find her.
"Where did your friend go all the sudden?" it was the waitress who had served Rika and Satomi earlier.
"She's my little sister...she peed...I mean..." Rika was looking at the blonde waitress and shook her head to clear her thoughts "she said something about not being able to eat here" Rika turned to look at the waitress who had walked to her.
Waitress glanced at the blonde waitress "Do you want to take your sister's portion with you?"
"Uh...yes" Rika was once again looking at the blonde waitress.
"Oh, Did I mention my name earlier? I'm Hiroko" waitress said while taking Satomi's portion from the table.
"I'm Rika and my sister's name is Satomi" Rika answered, she had turned to look at Hiroko when she talked.
"Well Rika, I put Satomi's portion in carton so you can take it with you when you leave"
"Thanks" Rika continued eating.
"Here you go" Hiroko put carton on the table in front of Rika.
"Thanks"
Rika had just finished eating and was about to leave. When she stood up she noticed something. Hiroko was squirming a little, it looked almost like she had to pee very badly.
"You okay?" Rika asked, she felt her heart beating faster while waiting for the answer.
"Yes, I noticed how you were looking at the other waitress earlier" Hiroko answered.
"And?" Rika gazed at Hiroko's diaper, she noticed that Hiroko had changed it.
Hiroko let out short sigh and Rika saw that the diaper was getting wet, Rika's jaw fell open. 5 seconds...10 seconds...15 seconds and Rika saw that Hiroko wasn't finished yet, she was still peeing.
"Much better" Hiroko said finally.
Diaper looked soaking wet and it was sagging heavily. Hiroko patted it, looked at Rika and smiled.
"Do you want souvenir?" Hiroko asked.
Rika was so astounded that she couldn't form words.
"Relax, I was just joking" Hiroko laughed.
"Here's a little tip" Rika took money from her pocket and gave it to Hiroko.
"Don't be a stranger, come back soon" Hiroko said "oh and here is your order ticket, show it to the cashier" Hiroko took piece of paper from her pocket and gave it to Rika.
Rika took the paper and Hiroko walked away, Rika took carton from the table and walked to the cashier. She paid the food and left the restaurant.
Satomi was lying on the sofa when Rika arrived to the apartment.
"Why did you leave all the sudden?" Rika asked, she placed carton on the table near the sofa.
"That waitress was PEEING in her DIAPER! that's just nuts" Satomi sat up.
"I don't see anything wrong in that"
"They must have few screws loose in their head if they are willing to wear a diapers on purpose"
"You are so narrow-minded!" Rika was frustrated, she walked to her room and slam the door shut behind her.
"What did I do wrong?!" Satomi yelled.
Rika didn't answer, she walked to her bed and sat on it. Her room was small, there was only room for the bed and the table. On the table was laptop and Rika's clothes were in the boxes under the bed. There was a knock on the door.
"Rika, let's talk" Satomi said.
"Go away, I'm busy" Rika answered.
"Fine! You're sometimes so mean"
Rika thought that she heard a sob.
"Satomi..." Rika stood up and was about to walk to the door but then she heard quick steps and she knew that Satomi had gone to her room.
Rika sat on the bed, it was best if she let Satomi calm down and then talk to her. Rika closed her eyes, she tried to remember the image of Hiroko in wet diaper. The look on her face, the spreading wetness in her diaper. Rika moved her hand towards her waist and then into her pants. She tried to imagine how it must have felt, the spreading wetness, the warmth of the pee. All those eyes watching you wet yourself. While imagining these things, Rika fingered herself and soon she had massive orgasm.
It was nightfall, Rika walked to the kitchen with the intention of making few sandwiches. Satomi was sitting at the table and she was eating the food Rika had brought from the restaurant. Rika glanced Satomi and she felt bad, Satomi's eyes were reddish. Rika was certain that Satomi had been crying. Rika made sandwiches, thinking at the same time that she should say something to Satomi but what? She turned to look at Satomi, Satomi was looking at her.
"I'm sorry" they said at the same time.
Rika smirked and Satomi smiled nervously. Since Rika didn't know what else to say and Satomi was eating again, she took the sandwiches and returned to her room. She sat at the table and turned on the laptop, opened job advertisement website and began browsing it. One job advertisement caught her attention or rather the advertiser, why it looked so familiar. Rika took the receipt from her pocket, it was from the restaurant and the restaurant's name was the same as advertiser! Rika clicked the job advertisement and read, they were looking for the waitress. A waitress who would be willing to wear diapers, wet and mess them without hesitation. Rika didn't hesitate, she filled and sent the application. After that she ate sandwiches and browsed internet. A hour passed and Rika's phone rang.
"Hello" Rika answered to the phone.
"Hi, this is Ayano Adachi. Am I speaking with Rika Fukada?"
"Yes"
"I called about your job application, could you come to interview tomorrow at midday?"
"Yes!"
"Alright, see you then. Have a nice evening" and the call ended.
"Where I was supposed to meet her?" Rika wondered.
Her phone beeped, it was message from Ayano. Apology for forgetting to mention the address and an address. Rika decided not to tell Satomi about the interview, Satomi would probably make fun of her.
Next day Rika went to the address that was mentioned in the message, it was restaurant's address.
"Hello and welcome" dark haired girl greeted, she was probably only 19 years old.
"I have a meeting with Ayano Adachi" Rika said.
"Take those stairs and turn left, her office is at the end of the corridor" girl pointed at the stairs behind her.
"Thanks"
While Rika walked to the stairs, she looked around the restaurant, she didn't see Hiroko anywhere. Rika ascended stairs, turned left and walked down the corridor. She knocked on the door at the end of the corridor.
"Come in" was answer.
Rika opened the door, walked in the room and closed the door behind her. Room was huge, bookshelves on the both sides of the door, closets on the left side of the room. Big window at the end of the room and a door on the right side of the room. In the middle was a desk. Behind the desk was sitting tall, slim, middle aged woman. She had short brown hair, blue eyes and motherly smile on her face. She was wearing black dress.
"Ah, you must be Rika Fukada" woman said.
"Yes" Rika answered nervously.
Woman stood up and Rika walked to her.
"I'm Ayano Adachi" woman introduced herself and shook hands with Rika.
Rika sat down to the chair that was in front of the desk, Ayano walked to the one of the closet. She opened it, took something from there and closed it.
"First I'm gonna ask you to wear this" Ayano showed what she had in hand, it was a diaper.
Rika stood up. Ayano walked to her and gave her the diaper, walked behind her desk and sat down.
"Uh, is there a bathroom or locker room where I could put this on?" Rika asked.
"I want you to put it on right here, I need to know do you have courage to do it" Ayano answered.
"All right"
Rika put the diaper on the chair, unbuttoned her jeans and took them off. She glanced Ayano quickly, it felt like she was undressing in front of her mother. Ayano was looking at her, she had focused look on her face and she was inspecting Rika with her eyes. Rika took her black panties off, set the diaper on the chair and sat on it.
"You have lovely bottom" Ayano stated.
Rika smiled and adjusted the diaper, taped the lower tapes and then the upper tapes.
"Wonderful! Do you want coffee or tea?" Ayano stood up and walked to the window, there was small table in front of it.
"Tea"
Ayano poured tea to two cups and did something else, Rika wasn't paying attention. She was inspecting the diaper, it felt even better than she had imagined. She touched it with trembling hands, squeezed and rubbed it. Rika stopped doing that when Ayano walked back to the desk. Ayano gave cup to Rika and Rika took a sip from it.
Ayano asked many questions, the usual question but also unusual questions. Like how many times Rika had wet her pants on purpose. While answering to Ayano's questions Rika came aware of something disturbing. Her bladder was filling up rather quickly and her abdomen felt weird, she was probably just nervous. After few minutes Rika let out short groan, she stood up while holding her hands between her legs. She felt diarrhea exploding in the diaper, right after that her bladder control failed. Hot urine spread fast, diaper became soaking wet and heavy.
"I'm...I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened" Rika said.
"It's okay, it's my fault. I put laxative and diuretic in your tea" Ayano answered with friendly smile on her face.
"Why?"
"Most girls that I have interviewed burst into tears when they had an accident in their diaper. I can't hire that kind of girls"
"So this was a test?"
"Yes" Ayano stood up.
"You can clean yourself up in that bathroom" Ayano pointed at the door on the right side of the room while walking to the closet.
Rika walked towards the door.
"Here, you probably want to wear this. Just to be sure that you don't have accident during your way home" Ayano took diaper from the closet and threw it to Rika.
Rika went to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. There was bathtub at the far end of the room, toilet on the left side and sink on the right. Under the sink was trashcan, it was full of wet and dirty diapers. Rika walked to the bathtub and removed diaper, threw it in the trashcan and began washing her bottom. Rika walked out from the bathroom five minutes later, she had put the diaper on and she walked to the desk. Her panties and jeans were on the floor near the desk. Ayano was writing something on the computer, she turned her gaze on Rika when Rika put her panties and jeans on.
"I'll call later today, let you know if you get the job" Ayano said.
Rika nodded and they shook hands, Rika walked to the door and left the room. Diaper was bulky and was making sounds when Rika walked but she couldn't be happier. She felt like she had found lost love.
Rika walked unsteadily down the corridor, her abdomen felt weird. She stopped at her apartment's door and opened the door.
"Where have you been?" Satomi asked sleepily. She was lying on the sofa, half-naked.
Rika closed the door behind her and hurried towards the bathroom, just a few more steps. Her hand was on the door handle when she felt it, her diaper filled up with diarrhea.
"Did you just shit in your pants?" Satomi asked and sat up.
"N...no!"
"I know what I heard, you shit in your pants!" Satomi bursted into laughter.
"Not in my pants, I'm...I'm wearing a diaper"
"What?" Satomi stopped laughing.
"I'm wearing a diaper!" Rika turned to look at her sister.
"Why?" Satomi stood up and walked to Rika.
"I was in the interview, they're looking for new waitress to that restaurant"
"Why did you wear a diaper in an interview?"
"Long story" Rika felt strong urge to go to the bathroom again.
"Show it" Satomi tried to pull down Rika's jeans.
"Stop it, I have to go to..." Rika felt diarrhea gushing in diaper.
"Ew, gross" Satomi backed away.
"I tried to tell you that I have to go to the bathroom!"
"Obviously it's too late for that"
"Smartass" Rika opened bathroom door and walked in.
She walked straight to bathtub on her left side. Rika unfastened tapes carefully and lowered diaper so she could inspect it more carefully, it was absolutely full. She threw diaper in the trashcan and took a nice long bath. Satomi knocked on the door.
"Come on! You've been there for ages, I have to use the bathroom" Satomi said.
Rika wrapped towel around her and unlocked the door. Satomi immediately rushed in, yanked her panties to her ankles and sat on the toilet. Satomi sighed in relief and Rika heard loud peeing sound. Rika left the bathroom, walked to her room and closed the door behind her. She had put her clothes in the washing machine, so she kneeled beside her bed and took few boxes from under the bed. She took black lace bra and panties from one box and black t-shirt and black short shorts from another. There was a knock on the door.
"Rika, you left your phone in the bathroom. It's ringing" Satomi said.
Rika walked to the door and opened it. Satomi had walked to the sofa and was sitting on it.
"You once said to me: don't touch my belongings" Satomi said.
Rika rushed to the bathroom, smiling a little. Five years earlier Satomi had tried to borrow Rika's jeans, Rika had given Satomi old fashion over the knee spanking. After that Satomi hadn't touch any of Rika's belongings. Rika's phone was on top of the washing machine.
"Hello?" Rika answered to the phone.
"Hi Rika! It's Ayano Adachi. I'm calling about the waitress job"
"Yes?" Rika felt her heart beating faster.
"The job is yours if you want it"
"Really?! Yes, of course I want it"
"Great! Could you start tomorrow?"
"Yes"
"Great! If you could come at seven a.m. to make your contract of employment and get acquainted with the job?"
"I'll be there"
"Excellent, I'll see you tomorrow" and the call ended.
Rika left the bathroom.
"Good news?" Satomi asked sleepily.
"I got the job" Rika answered.
Satomi looked at Rika and was about to laugh but then she raised her shoulders.
"Well, there got to be one loony in the family" she said.
"Speak for yourself, is it too hard to keep some clothes on?" Rika walked to her room's door and turned to look at her sister.
"It's more comfortable without them" Satomi answered.
"You know what. If you like it that way, maybe you should consider finding a job as an underwear model.
"Why?"
"Well you have an amazing body and you don't seem to be uncomfortable without your clothes"
"Oh yeah sure, then mom and dad would be proud. Their oldest daughter is a diapered waitress and youngest is an underwear model"
"We decide what job we want, not our parents"
"You know what, I think you're right! Maybe I try to find a job as an underwear model...later" Satomi took remote control from the table and turned on the television.
Rika let out short laugh and smiled. Satomi always said "later" but she never got anything done.
End of Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
"Wow, you're in good time" Ayano said.
"Um, yeah sorry. Am I too early? I know it's only half past six but I was so excited that I couldn't resist anymore" Rika answered.
They were in the restaurant. Ayano, who was wearing black jacket, white shirt and black trousers was sitting at the bar counter. Rika walked to her.
"No, it's fine. By the way, how did you get in?" Ayano asked while gesturing Rika to sit down next to her.
"The girl at the counter near the door let me in" Rika answered and sat down.
"Really? I didn't know that someone was already here" Ayako gazed towards the front door.
"You have employees who love their jobs" Rika said.
"It's a good thing. Anyway, here is the contract of employment. Sign it and you are officially waitress in this restaurant" Ayako put document on the counter in front of Rika.
Rika pulled the document little closer and began reading it. While reading she became more aware of the pressure in her bladder, it had been there all morning since she didn't use the bathroom after waking up. She instinctively moved her left hand between her legs, squeezed a little and crossed her legs.
"The bathrooms are near the entrance, you can use the bathroom before you sign the contract" Ayako said.
Rika looked at Ayako and felt herself blushing.
"To be honest, I could have used the bathroom before I arrived here"
"Ah, I see" Ayako said and smiled.
Rika turned her gaze back to document and continued reading it. After few minutes she had finished reading it and signed it. Her hand was trembling a little, because she was so excited and because she needed to pee.
"Excellent, now let's find you an outfit" Ayako said, took the document and put it in the black briefcase.
Rika put her both hands between her legs and squeezed, perhaps she had miscalculated her limit, she could barely hold it.
"On second thought, Hiroko come here!" Ayako stood up after she saw someone walking near the bar counter.
Hiroko rushed to Ayako and waved at Rika when she saw her. Hiroko was already wearing her waitress uniform and a diaper.
"Could you show Rika where to find uniforms and diapers? And then show her everything else, kitchen, locker rooms, etc." Ayako asked.
"Sure!" Hiroko answered.
Ayako nodded and walked away.
"She is always busy" Hiroko said.
"So, we became co-workers" Hiroko turned to look at Rika.
"Yeah" Rika answered and smiled.
"So, let's find you an outfit" Hiroko said. "Or maybe diapers first?" Hiroko asked after she saw that Rika was bending her legs in turns.
"Diapers" Rika answered, she wasn't sure how long she could hold it.
Hiroko walked towards the end of the restaurant and Rika followed her, barely able to walk.
"Can I ask you something?" Hiroko asked.
"Go ahead"
"Did you came here with full bladder on purpose?" Hiroko glanced Rika briefly.
"Uh, yeah..." Rika felt herself blushing again.
"So did I, when I started here"
"Really?" Rika stopped for a moment and crossed her legs for few seconds.
"Yeah, you are doing better than I. I peed in my pants before I had signed my contract" Hiroko walked to the narrow corridor.
There was five doors on the corridor, one at the end of the corridor and two on the each side of the corridor. Hiroko stopped in front of the first doors and opened the one on her left.
"Here are the diapers" Hiroko walked in the room and Rika followed her.
Room was medium sized storage room and it was full of diapers. There was probably over 100 diaper packages. Different sizes, different brands.
"Pick one, you can take it to your locker and get more from here" Hiroko crossed her arms and looked at Rika with smile on her face.
"There are so many, I don't know which one to choose" Rika said.
"Don't think too long" Hiroko laughed.
Rika looked around, unable to decide.
"If I may, these are my favorites" Hiroko took a package from the pile near the door.
"I'll take them!"
Hiroko ripped the package open, took a diaper from it and tossed the diaper to Rika. Rika immediately yanked her shorts and panties down to her ankles, put the diaper between her legs and fastened the tapes. She had barely fastened the tapes when she started to pee at full force. Diaper was quickly soaked and was sagging heavily. Rika slowly let out long moan.
"Damn, that must have felt good" Hiroko said.
"You have no idea" Rika answered and closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the moment.
"You want to change that?" Hiroko asked and took new diaper from the package.
"Maybe later"
Hiroko put the diaper back in the package and tossed the package to Rika. Rika catched the package and put it on the floor for a moment, pulled her panties and shorts back on and picked up the diaper package. Hiroko walked to the corridor and waited Rika to follow her, when Rika walked to the corridor Hiroko closed the storage room's door. Then Hiroko walked to the next door, opened it and walked in. Rika followed her, her tight shorts squeezed the wet diaper firmly against her skin. Room was little bigger than the previous room, there was shelves, cardboard boxes and all kinds of stuff.
"This is storage room too but here is outfits, wet wipes, restaurant stuff, etc." Hiroko said.
Hiroko walked behind few shelves and Rika looked around, she was holding diaper package between her arms like it was a teddy bear. Hiroko returned shortly, she had white shirt, black vest and wet wipes package in her hands.
"I think these will fit you" Hiroko said. "And you need these" she showed wet wipes.
Hiroko walked to the corridor and opened the door on the opposite side. Rika walked past Hiroko to the room, it was locker room. Hiroko closed storage room's door and followed Rika.
"Actually the room next to this room is also locker room. This is the men's locker room and the other is women's locker room. But since every employees are women, we use both locker rooms" Hiroko explained.
"Why there aren't any male employees?" Rika asked and walked to the right side of the room and looked in the one locker, it looked empty.
"Ayako was afraid that there wouldn't be any customers if there was male employees in here. I mean, we don't really have normal uniforms" Hiroko leaned against the lockers near the door and crossed her arms.
"What do you think?" Rika asked and took off her t-shirt.
"I wouldn't mind if there were male employees in here. But the customers loves to see females wearing diapers"
Rika took off her shorts and panties, then she put them and t-shirt in the locker.
"Did I mention how cute you looked when you were peeing in your diaper?" Hiroko said.
"Uh, n...no, um thanks" Rika took off the diaper and let it fall to the floor.
"I can take it in the trashcan" Hiroko walked to the Rika, picked up the diaper and walked to the other side of the room where was trashcan.
Rika took few wet wipes and cleaned herself, took diaper from diaper package and put it on. She also put on shirt and vest.
"I think that wet diaper suits you better. Can't wait to see you in messy diaper" Hiroko said.
Rika smiled and Hiroko smiled back. Suddenly there was sounds coming from the other locker room, giggles and laughing.
"Sounds like others came to work, come on. I introduce you to them and show you the kitchen"
Rika put the diaper package in the locker, closed the locker and locked it.
Rika was standing behind the bar counter and was nervous, clock was almost 8 and restaurant opens at 8. There was already large group of people standing outside the restaurant.
"Nervous?" Hiroko asked, she was standing next to Rika.
"A little" Rika answered.
"You'll be fine. Besides, you look like you're more comfortable with diapers than any of us" said blonde woman, who walked past them.
"Thanks Nodoka"
"Oh, I almost forgot to mention. If customer wants to see you wet or mess your diaper, there is laxative and diuretic under this counter. Just don't serve them to the customers when you make drinks" Hiroko said.
"And be careful, it takes some time to find a right dose" Nodoka said.
Few waitress started laughing. Young, brown haired girl blushed but smiled nervously.
"What?" Rika asked and looked each one of them in turns.
"Customers usually ask Takako to mess her diaper and Takako take too large doses of laxative" Hiroko said gesturing towards the blushing girl.
"Sometimes I wonder if she does it on purpose" Nodoka said.
"No I don't. It's just hard to find a right dose" Takako said but blushed ever more.
Rika smirked to Takako and Takako smiled back.
"It's 8 o'clock, time to wiggle that diapered bottom" Hiroko said.
Customers began coming in and they were guided to their tables, in few minutes all tables were full of customers. Rika was so nervous that she couldn't move, she wasn't too sure about this anymore.
"You'll do fine. Just take their orders, serve food and enjoy. And if you have to pee, just pee" Hiroko patted Rika's bottom few times and walked to the table near them.
Rika took deep breath, checked her diaper one last time and walked to the table at the other end of the restaurant. There was five school girls sitting at the table, they looked like they were high school students.
"Hello! My name is Rika and I'll be your waitress today" Rika said.
The girl who was sitting at the middle raised her gaze from the food menu, she had short red hair, blue eyes and perfect smile.
"Are you new here? I don't remember seeing you before" girl asked.
Other girls raised their gaze also and looked at Rika.
"Yes, I just started today" Rika answered.
"Gosh you're beautiful and diaper suits you well" girl said and other girls nodded.
"Thanks" Rika said and smiled.
"I have a suggestion, if you pee in your diaper when you bring our food we give you big tip"
"Sure, it'll be my pleasure" Rika answered.
Ten minutes later Rika had taken orders from couple tables and was now standing behind the bar counter. She took diuretic from under the counter and poured it in the glass of water.
"Perhaps this is enough" Rika wondered and drank the water.
She had no idea how long it would take before she would feel the need to pee so she decided to check the kitchen if they had managed to get some food ready. Corridor to the kitchen was pretty crowded since waitresses were walking in and out the kitchen on steady pace. Takako came out from the kitchen, she was holding plates on her hands. Just before Takako and Rika passed each others, Takako stopped and bend over a little.
"Oh god" she said.
Rika heard diarrhea gushing in Takako's diaper. Takako smiled to Rika and continued walking but stopped soon and she had another messy accident in her diaper.
"I need to change" Takako said.
"It's barely twenty past eight and you have already changed your diaper twice" Hiroko said.
"Did you take too large dose again?" Nodoka asked.
Hiroko and Nodoka were standing behind Rika and they were laughing.
"Not funny" Takako answered.
Rika looked at Takako's diaper, it was wet and brownish and obviously full. Hiroko and Nodoka walked to the kitchen, still laughing. Rika followed them.
Rika walked out from the kitchen with few plates after a short while. She had hard time trying to walk properly, diuretic had affected her faster than she had thought and she really had to pee. Rika was almost at the end of the corridor when Takako walked towards her, she was holding her diaper from the waist, it looked like it was sagging so heavily that the tapes couldn't hold it up.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Rika whispered to Takako.
"Make it quick, I need new diaper as soon as possible" Takako answered.
"Did you take too large dose of laxative on purpose?"
Takako quickly gazed around before she answered.
"Just between you and me, I love the feeling of messy diaper. I love it so much that I can't control myself"
"I'm starting to have same feeling about wet diaper" Rika whispered and smiled.
"But your diaper is still dry" Takako glanced Rika's diaper.
"Not for long"
Takako smiled and hurried towards the locker room. Rika walked to the other end of the restaurant, to the table where school girls were sitting.
"Ah, finally!" girl in the middle said.
Rika put the plates on the table and then it happened, she just couldn't hold it anymore and she started wetting her diaper. All the girls looked at her and customers on the tables near them also looked at her. Wetness spread fast, diaper became warm first from her crotch and then spread to her bottom. Slowly diaper started sagging. Rika closed her eyes, the sensation was almost overwhelming, she wanted to do it again and again.
"Wow, you really had to pee" girl said after Rika finally stopped peeing.
"Yeah, I couldn't hold it anymore"
"You probably better change that diaper, I don't think it can hold another accident"
"You're probably right" Rika smiled, turned around and hurried towards the locker rooms.
She went in the locker room and looked around, there wasn't anyone in there. Rika sat down on the bench and she couldn't resist anymore, she put her hand in her diaper and fingered herself. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and moaned. Suddenly she heard a sound, sound of a closing door. Rika opened her eyes and saw Hiroko standing at the door, she was looking at Rika. Rika opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
"First accident in front of the customers?" Hiroko asked.
"Uh, yes"
"Do you need help?"
"N...no" Rika felt herself blushing.
"Okay" Hiroko walked to the locked which was on the opposite side of Rika's locker.
Now Rika saw that Hiroko's diaper was wet. Hiroko took off the diaper and threw it in the trashcan. She took wet wipes from her locker, cleaned herself and put on clean diaper.
"Have fun" Hiroko said before she left the room.
Rika suddenly realised that she still had her hand in her diaper, she was little ashamed but also turned on. She had known Hiroko only for a moment but it felt like there was something special between them.
Panties and shorts felt weird when Rika put them on. Her shift had just ended and she was changing her clothes. Hiroko was also changing her clothes.
"So, how many diapers did you use today?" Hiroko asked.
"I'm not sure 8 or 10" Rika answered and closed the locker after she had changed her clothes.
Rika turned around to look at Hiroko. Hiroko was wearing gray shirt and blue jeans.
"And you?" Rika asked.
"9" Hiroko answered and walked to the door, Rika followed her.
"How was your first shift?" Hiroko asked while they were walking towards the entrance.
"I loved every moment. And I got huge tips"
"You'll make good money on this job"
Hiroko stopped outside the restaurant and gestured Rika to stop.
"Listen, um...I have diapers in my apartment. So if you ever want to have fun, then maybe we could...you know..." Hiroko blushed.
"Uh, um yeah...sure! Maybe tomorrow?" Rika blushed too.
Hiroko looked at Rika like she couldn't believe her ears.
"Really? Great! Tomorrow is good"
Hiroko smiled nervously and Rika smiled back, then they looked at the ground and moved their legs uneasily.
"Well, I see you tomorrow. In work and after that" Rika said.
"Yeah, tomorrow" Hiroko answered.
They looked each other one more time before they walked in the different directions, both of them smiling.
Rika pushed the elevator button and leaned against the wall, elevator started to ascend. She suddenly became aware that she needed to pee, she closed her eyes and relaxed. She was suddenly alarmed by the wet feeling on her legs. She opened her eyes.
"Oh crap!" she had totally forgot that she wasn't wearing a diaper.
Pee gushed through her shorts, ran down her legs and splashed on the elevator floor. Rika knew it was too late to try stop it, so she just let it all out. Elevator floor was now full of urine and Rika's shoes began to feel wet. Elevator stopped and door opened. Rika peeked to the corridor, she didn't see any of her neighbours. She quickly walked to her apartment's door without running or making too much noise. Finally she managed to open the door with her keys. She closed the door behind her and sighed in relief.
"Rika?"
Satomi was standing in front of her, she was looking at the Rika's crotch and she had amazed look on her face. At least Satomi was wearing clothes, red t-shirt and red skirt.
"Um, hi!" Rika said.
"Why is your shorts wet?"
"Um, I forgot that I'm not wearing a diaper"
"You wet yourself?!"
"Yeah" Rika walked past Satomi.
Rika was about to walk in her room when she saw someone sitting on the couch. Elderly woman, long gray hair, big blue eyes and white long dress.
"Mom! Um, hi!" Rika felt her heart beating faster.
Their mother was looking at Rika's crotch and looked angry.
"Should I ask first and then spank you or vice versa?" she asked.
"It's not what it looks like" Rika answered.
"I heard what you said to Satomi. I came here to meet my daughters and what do I find? youngest is lying half-naked all days and oldest has forgotten her potty training"
Rika looked at Satomi who was looking at the floor, Satomi was also rubbing her bottom. Rika deduced that their mother had spanked Satomi.
"Satomi! Go to the store and buy two packages of diapers" their mother said.
"Two? Why?" Satomi asked.
"You're both going back to diapers"
"But mom...!"
"No buts!"
Satomi glanced Rika, walked to the door and left the apartment.
"So, what's it going to be? asking and spanking or vice versa?" mother asked.
Rika sighed deeply, there was no way she could talk her way out of this. She walked to her mother, lowered her shorts and panties to her knees. Her mother dragged her into the over the knee position, Rika closed her eyes and braced herself.
The End
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This is the second out of three requests that I had on my tumblr. I hope you enjoy and feel free to request something.
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He wasn't really sure how well his brother was going to handle catching anyone. It was something that he didn't think his brother could handle especially since he was the one going to be caught. Papyrus could tell why Alphys had asked him to play the part of the 'human'even though he jut wanted to do his normal job. She had her reasons as to why she wanted it done this way and there were a lot of people that would have taken advantage of his brother to get away instead of being gentle like he would. It was a bit of a habit since his smaller brother was almost a little kid in every sense and he didn't want to ruin his innocence.
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Papayrus was kind of glad that the training would be taking all day which meant that no one would be bothering them. He still sipped away at his honey and thought about how his brother would deal with the fact that he could escape at any moment. There wasn't much that he would actually do to the smaller skeleton even though he was supposed to try and escape.
"Are you ready to be caught?" A high pitched voice questioned.
"As ready as I'll ever be," he responded.
There wasn't another sound except for the wind. It was a waiting game for him now since his brother had to find him. He was happy enough to wait while he started smoking one of his infamous cigarettes. Papyrus didn't really know what the smaller skeleton had planned for this practice. There wasn't a thing of worry to be had from the tall skeleton. He trusted his brother more than anyone else in the Underground.
Papyrus shifted quietly as he carefully looked around. There was a brief flash of bright blue out of the corner of his eye and smiled slightly. He had finally been found even if it had only been ten minutes since they started. His brother would need to work on moving through the forest a bit quicker if he truly wanted to catch anyone. That wasn't a big issue right now since he was staring to regret all of the honey he had drunk before they started.
"I have you now, human!" Blueberry shouted as he jumped on his brother.
"Oh no. However shall I get out of this?" He questioned.
"You aren't getting away from me," the small skeleton said.
Blueberry suddenly had a serious look on his face as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Papyrus was briefly surprised as his brother locked the cuffs around his wrists. This was a strange turn of events and he didn't really know how to handle it. He hadn't truly been expecting his brother to do anything like this. It seemed very unlikely that he would be able to get out of hi brother's grasp now that he was essentially trapped in a corner. His brother was estatic that he wasn't trying to escape and that he was doing so well at his exercise.
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He walked with his legs closer together than he normally would have them and was grateful that his hands were bound in front of him. It would make things easier when he needed to get his pants off. Papyrus tried not to make it obvious that something was wrong but, it was pretty difficult with his stomach sticking out. There was still the fact that he had to try and get away from the small skeleton.
"Do you think I could use the bathroom before you put me in a jail cell?" Papyrus asked kindly.
"Nope. You're just trying to get away," Blueberry responded seriously.
Papyrus could have wacked his brother up side the head for not paying attention. There wasn't a whole lot that he could do to try and convince the smaller skeleton that he wasn't lying. He hoped that he was released a lot sooner than what was originally planned. The fact that he wasn't allowed to use the bathroom made his need that much worse. It felt like someone had placed a rock in his stomach and he hoped that the feeling would pass.
The feeling didn't pass. If anything, it got worse as he was lead through town towards his temporary home. He had been forced to shove his hands between his legs in order to keep everything inside. There was no way to hide ho bad it was and his brother still seemed to think that he was faking it even though it was obvious that he wasn't. His brother was definitely way too caught up in trying to do a good job at this dumb training exercise.
He hoped that he could last long enough to be able to make it to an actual bathroom. The thought that he wouldn't make it was at the forefront of his mind and made his face turn a bright orange. Papyrus groaned under his breath and stared at the back of his brother's skull. The fact that his brother seemed happy that he was stuck doing whatever was going through his head and hoping he was freed from him.
"I don't think I can hold it much longer," Papyrus gasped. He felt his hands get damp.
"I won't fall for your tricks, human." The small skeleton said.
Papyrus could have yelled at his brother for being such an idiot. He couldn't wrap his head around why his brother was being so mean about him using the bathroom. There was no way he would be able to make it if the small skeleton didn't work with him. It was a wonder that he was still trying to get anything through his skull.
He wasn't keeping as well as he would have liked but, it was all he could really do to keep everything inside of himself. There was no way to hide the wet patch on his pants anymore since it went down to his knees now. It was like there was ice rubbing against his femurs every time he took a step towards their shed. Papyrus whined as his brother stopped to pull out the key to the door.
Time seemed to slow down for him as his pants get warm all over again. He tried to hold himself tighter and cross his legs. It did nothing to stop the flow as it started to go down his legs. The liquid wasn't able to be hid since it was a slightly duller orange than what his magic was. Papyrus couldn't help the cry that escaped him as his brother turned around. There was nothing he could do to hide his accident or embarrassment from the other.
It felt like it took forever for his stream to finally stop and for him to take the size of the puddle under his feet. He felt dizzy from feeling empty after being forced to hold it for so long. Papyrus couldn't bring himself to look at the smaller skeleton or to say anything. There was a feeling of shame that struck deep as he fully realized that his brother hadn't looked away the entire time he had his accident. His brother wasn't doing anything.
"Are you okay, Papy?" Blueberry asked carefully.
"You're not mad. I've ruined your training," Papyrus answered quietly.
"That doesn't matter. I should have been paying attention to you," he responded. "I'm the one that should be trying to apologize. I got caught up in something I can always try again at a later time. The least I can do now is help you get cleaned up."
"That sounds like a good idea. I don't want to get sick from this," the tall skeleton said.
Blueberry smiled brightly and grabbed his hand. He was glad that his brother wasn't upset for what happened and it was a good lesson for him to learn. This would stick out in the smaller skeleton's mind whenever they tried to do this training exercise again. Papyrus was thankful that his brother quickly collected himself and started leading him inside. A hot bath didn't sound to bad since he felt like he was slowly turning into an icicle.
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Sarah was 5" 5' and built slenderly enough to be attractive but not look sickly. She was the high school prom queen, clearly popular, and a social butterfly.
Things hadn't changed in college. Although she had opted for a smaller college it was prestige and private, although still somewhat affordable.
Her boyfriend since freshman year played college football. He wasn't nerdy or to stacked. He maintained a perfect comb back hair and had the abs. Their two years had been going great.
It is currently the weekend after their two year anniversary, and they have decided to attend a stereotypical college party.
Neither of them are big drinkers, but in honor of two years they both got more tipsy than usually.
It was as one a.m. when they retired to a bedroom off of the hallway to make out. While they had lost their virginity to each other long ago now wasn't a night to do that. There were to many people, it was someone else's house, and both were tired.
"Goodnight, honey" Aaron murmured slightly slurred.
She hummed in agreement nodding off, while resting her hand over his which was around her waist.
She woke groggy and disoriented. First noticing the building of pounding in her head. She absentmindedly concurred that it was still night time because there was no light coming through the blinds.
Then she rolled to her back still trying to gather her surroundings. Her boyfriends arm was still wrapped around her, but with horror she felt another sensation. She had a horrible ache in abdomen and a desperate urge to pee.
She cursed silently, setting Aaron's arm off of her. He stirred slightly but she shushed him.
At this point Sarah knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep unless she peed. But in her happy bubble she hadn't paid attention to the bathrooms at all. She knew that she was on the second floor and their were none in the bedroom. She didn't even know how many were in the house.
The thought of a toilet sent pang to her bladder and her urethra tingled with need.
This cannot be happening she thought dramatically shifting her legs closer together. She wasn't the kind of person to hold herself, she didn't even like to get dressed in front of Aaron.
There was no more noise going on which meant it had probably been a few hours. The party had just started dying down when they went to bed.
She didn't even really know who owned the house though. She had probably met and even talked to them tonight, and they were Aaron's friend.
The bladder got more impatient each minute she stared at the dark ceiling, getting more anxious.
She didn't feel right getting up, she didn't know what to do or where to go. She tried to squeeze her eyes shut and lull herself back to sleep, but each time she startled herself awake again with the need to let go.
She mentally sighed and crossed her legs still in bed. It was getting much harder to ignore the ache started to get unbearable.
Sarah knew anatomy, her bladder couldn't burst, but at some point the pee had to come out.
She kept counting to ten and telling herself she would get up. Then she would chicken out. What if I accidentally woke Blake up? What if I got up and couldn't find the bathroom. What if I got up and woke someone else up.
She squirmed and wiggled her urges getting closer together. What if I got up, had trouble finding a bathroom, and wet myself? This was her true horror.
It would tarnish her reputation. She need to go desperately right now. 8/10, desperately, and once she got up she wasn't sure if she could hold it back.
The ache intensified and her instinct was to push. In just that split second she could feel it travel down her urethra and her sphincter weakened. Her panties became damp with only a drop.
More was following. Oh no, she had waited to late. She flexed her muscle and slowly inches her hand between her legs. This felt oddly satisfying and dirty at the same time, but it help immensely.
She hastily slid off the bed and now that she was fully awake began searching for a bathroom.
After making into the hall she released her hand and had to stamp her feet to help hold. She made it about three feet trying to judge from the doors which may have been a bathroom, but she couldn't make out much.
More pressure strained and her muscles become overloaded. She pretzeled her legs together. She needed a bathroom like 5 minutes ago.
A noise sounded from the bedroom and almost made her loose it more so. Another leaked dribbled out.
She found a light switch and flipped it on, it was the hallway light.
"Honey," Aaron mumbled probably feeling the bed for her.
She shuffled halfway into the doorway, her hand between her legs. More liquid shoving its way out. Her bladder was pulsating.
Aaron had been over here multiple times to work out and play video games, "where is the bathroom?" She let out demandingly but quietly, the urge could be heard in her voice.
It took him a minute to register it in his sleepy state, but after seeing her he thought very briefly before replying, "It should be to your left . It's on the right side of the hallway right before the steps."
Ahh relief was maybe eight feet away. Sarah scurried into the bathroom and peed. She assessed the damage after. Her underwear were pretty wet and her shorts were damp if it was felt from the right spot. But she was pretty sure it would be okay.
As she went back to bed the bedside clock read 4:50.
"You okay?" Aaron asked tentatively, not very awake but knowing he would go back to sleep.
"Yea I think. I just had to," She want sure how to get the words out, "I needed to pee."
"I know that," He lightly chuckled trying to lessen what he felt were her nerves. He pulled her close rubbing their legs together, "I mean are you.. did you..?"
"Yes I made it." She whispered and playfully batted him across the chest.
"I just mean, you know, in case you didn't... it not like the end of the world." Secretly Aaron wouldn't really have minded at all.
"Well... I did." Then she felt bad her lying to him. They shared silly embarrassing stuff all the time. This was different though, it was different right? "Pretty much." She added implying.
He really wanted to feel what pretty much meant, but resisted. Instead he let her cuddle back into him and dozed off.
If you would like I could explore this more in the future, just let me know and feel free to make any suggestions. |
Old story from way back when the PS3 title was still fresh on people's mind.
Madison Paige awoke with a start, gasping for air as she sat bolt upright on the couch. After the initial shock wore off, she heaved a sigh and allowed herself to fall back with a soft thump. Her bosom rose and fell under the plain top as Madison held her head and groaned. The clatter of rainfall against the window was still there, the storm still going strong.
“Goddamn insomnia. Why can't I just get one peaceful night?” The dark-haired woman cursed miserably as she sat up again and righted herself into a sitting position. She switched off the TV, it's lost signal now playing nothing but snow. Picking her digital watch, she saw it was quarter to 3, the same time she always found herself like this.
Grumbling to herself about another restless night, Madison rose from the couch of her studio apartment, letting out an exhausted yawn as she went. As she slowly paced away from the couch, she adjusted the pair of panties which had ridden up on her shapely posterior.
After mulling over in her head, Madison opened the fridge by the kitchen. “Maybe something warm will help calm my nerves.” She thought as she poured herself a cup of milk, placing it into the microwave. As the machine hummed softly, Madison tried stretching, letting out a drawn-out yawn as she wriggled her fingers. But the sudden sight of a shadow out of the corner of her eye made her stop.
“Huh? What was that?” She turned, only to see nothing at all out of place. Shrugging, she turned to look out the window, the dim purple glow of the massive neon sign flowing into the room.
BEEP
Madison had almost forgotten about her drink as the microwave chimer went off. Taking the cup out, she gave it a few seconds to cool before taking a sip. As she drank, she sat at the table, where the latest newspaper lay open.
“Seems like no one has anything to talk about except the Origami Killer.” Madison murmured to herself as she flipped through the paper, nearly every article mentioning or discussing the infamous serial murderer. It had only been about two days now since that last child's body was found by the railroad.
“Just awful. I hope the family will be ok...” She stared into the glass of milk, mentally regretting making herself feel even more depressed than she already was. Pushing the paper away and finishing the cup, Madison stood up and placed the empty mug in the sink.
Still not feeling sleepy in the least, Madison had a thought. “A shower might help calm me down.” And the young photojournalist strolled across the apartment to the corner door of her bathroom. Flicking on the light, she shivered slightly at the feel of the cold floor under her feet.
“Great, now I have to pee.” She mumbled as she felt her bladder pang slightly as the chill completely woke up her body. Rounding the wall beside the door, Madison came to the toilet in the little nook where the porcelain throne sat quietly in the shadows. Pulling down her panties, Madison sat on the cool seat with a sigh. Instantly, pee began to steadily dribble from her before becoming a steady stream that trickled loudly in the bowl which lasted for about 15 seconds.
Once she was finished, Madison wiped and flushed. Moving past the large birdbath like sink in the center of the room, she stopped by a chair near the right entrance of her walk-in shower. She pulled off the top, then her panties, and tossed both onto the chair. Stepping into the shower, she switched on the hot water, the shower head blasting at full power.
“At least it's better than all that freezing crap falling outside.” She mused as she turned around to let the water wash over her whole body. It wasn't a guaranteed remedy for her insomnia, but it always did help to calm her nerves on these kinds of nights. What with the absurd rainfall and the renewed threat of the Origami Killer, it wasn't a very cheery time of the year for Madison, or anyone really.
“Hopefully Sam will have some leads for me to consider tomorrow.” Madison wondered as she leaned against the wall, feeling the water trailing down her breasts and thighs. Once she felt like enough was enough, she turned off the shower and stepped out. Grabbing a towel hanging by the wall, she dried herself and then reapplied her top and panties.
“Mm, maybe now I can get some sleep.” Madison thought aloud as she turned off the lights and opened the bathroom door. But as she stepped out, she was overcome by a strange lightheaded feeling. As it cleared, Madison noticed a perturbing sight, the refrigerator door was open.
“Ok, stay calm. You're sleep deprived, and it's making you crazy. Get a grip.” She admonished herself, trying to calm herself as a wave of unease gripped her. She would close the fridge and call it a night, simple as that. But just as Madison reached out to shut the door, the lights completely went out.
“Huh?!” She gasped, startled by the sudden disappearance of the light. Was there a power failure? But this thought was broken by the sound of something moving just beyond the partition near her bed.
“What the?!” Madison suppressed the urge to squeal in fright as she turned around, just barely catching sight of what looked like a man in black.
Someone's in the room! Madison mentally screamed, ducking beside the refrigerator as she scanned the darkened apartment. Her tired eyes were betraying her, making it look like there several figures darting in and out of sight.
Should I try to phone for help? No, the line might be dead... The door, it's the only way out! Her mind was frantically trying to figure out a solution, all the while her unseen stalker might be lurking nearby. Screw this, I'm out of here!
Madison hastily made a dash for the door, not wanting to waste another second in this place. But just as she gripped the handle, the entire door jerked back, as if being pulled on from the other side. Now she was getting freaked, what was happening?
Madison did not see the pair of gloved hands that quickly reached out from behind her.
“Aaaah!” The woman screamed out as a ski masked man grappled her in a choke hold. Adrenaline kicked in and Madison began thrashing about, pulling her forward in a desperate bid for escape. Luckily, she was closed enough to the door and she made use of it. Kicking off with her feet, she and the assailant tumbled to the floor, Madison scrambling to her feet.
But her attacker was quick on the recovery as well. Grabbing the nearby ladder that had been left out from the recent renovation, Madison knocked over the man, who held out his hands to block the falling steps. Backing away, Madison once more payed for her carelessness as another man grabbed her ankles and tripped her.
There's two of them? She cried inwardly as she gasped and kicked at the second man. Pushing past him, she was halfway past the table of the kitchen when the man tackled her and threw her onto the stove top. Dazed for a second, Madison watched in wide eyed terror as the man brandished a knife.
Letting out a terrifying yell, the man lunged at her, making a downward swipe. Madison tried to fend off the swing, but just barely managed to keep the tip of the blade with her left arm. Grabbing one of the corncob holders from a previous dinner, Madison stabbed it into the man's neck, his muffled voice howling in pain as he stumbled back.
As she attempted to push past the man, the first one reappeared and forcefully tossed her onto the table. A third man then grasped her by the wrists and pulled her across the surface, while the first pulled out a knife of his own and attempted to bring it down on Madison. Kicking with all her might, Madison planted her bare foot into man's crotch, sneering as he let out a pained groan. Taking advantage of the third's momentary surprise, Madison wrested her arms free and crawled across the table.
“HYAA!” She grabbed one of the chair, weakly throwing it onto the table and tripping the third man as he tried to run across the table. Madison didn't even think to look back as she darted down the narrow hall between the partitions and windows. But another of the masked men appeared to block her path, and another behind her.
“Leave me alone!” She screamed, and tried to push by the one on her left. But he was too strong and the two became locked into a struggle. The man attempted to shove Madison into the glass window of the partition, just barely avoiding a collision by holding out her hands. Throwing herself back, the two tumbled into the bedroom area.
Think! Think! Think! Madison frantically thought, then grabbed the nearby standing lamp and threw it at the charging man, who fell back as he fumbled with the fixture. Just as Madison turned to head for the steps again, yet another man appeared, wildly swinging with his hands. Madison stumbled back and fell onto her bed, cringing away from the swinging fists that pelted her outstretched arms.
Standing up quickly, Madison leapt bodily onto the man, and the two crashed through one end of the partition, landing harshly on the elevated part of the room. Scrambling back to her feet, Madison tipped the TV, which landed nicely on the pursuing man's foot and making him fall over. But as Madison made a second dash for the door, a fist came out of nowhere and clocked her on the chin.
“Aah!” She cried as two men surrounded her, one shoving her to the floor while the other grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the coffee table, shattering it. Once again knives appeared and the one who shoved her prepared to accomplish what his cohort hadn't. Grabbing a shard of glass, Madison jammed into the ankle of the nearest man, who yowled with pain and tumbled over the couch, dropping his knife. Taking the blade, Madison viciously drove it into the second's groin, he too falling to the floor in agonizing pain.
“Hah... hah... hah...” Madison panted as she tried to crawl away, the two men struggling to grab at her despite their injuries. Thankfully, Madison was out of reach and she fumbled back towards the bathroom, throwing the door open and then slamming it behind her.
Oh man oh man oh man oh man! Madison panted as she backed away from the locked door, waiting for the inevitable slamming and pounding. But nothing came, had they given up?
“Doubtful.” She mumbled breathlessly, then groaned as she was overcome by an aching sensation in her abdomen. In all the confusion and panic, Madison's bowels reared their ugly head. A hell of a time, she fumed. But the pain spiked suddenly and Madison cried out as she turned and leaned over the sink.
“Hgggh!” She grunted as she felt the air force out of her lungs as she felt her anus peel open around a thick log. Shivering and quivering, Madison Paige was helpless as her body loudly deposited a thick cable into her panties with an echoing crackle. Grunted harshly, Madison gave in and pushed, feeling the shit squeeze itself from her body and sagging the panties.
“Nyyygggh-agggh!” Madison groaned, both in exasperation and overwhelming anxiety. After a few moments, the log finished coming out and Madison let out a heavy sigh. That same lightheaded suddenly returned, and Madison stumbled back, looking around the bathroom anxiously.
She never had time to scream as a hand wrapped itself around her mouth and a second slit her throat.
Madison Paige awoke with a start, gasping for air as she sat bolt upright on the couch. Another dream? She held head her head, then felt a strange, alien feeling on her butt.
“What the...?” Madison rolled onto her side, and gasped as she saw the horrid, squished mess of poop that was sitting in her panties. Her expression shifted from disbelief, anger, confusion, and just about everything in between. With a tired groan, she gingerly scooted off the couch.
“Goddamn insomnia...” She grumbled as she waddled toward the bathroom., casting one last look outside the window to the heavy rain that pelted outside.
THE END |
This is my second story here and this time it is a fictional story. It is a Pokemon theme, and one of the shows I grew up with. This is like they are people in their own community or school, something like that. Next I would either post about star wars or another experience. But I hope you all enjoy!
"Water! Water!" Braixen yelled furiously after taking a bite of what she thinks is a tamato berry. She taught to herself how did a spicy tamato berry end up in her lunch. She knows two people who are always hungry and would do anything to get a bite of other people's lunch, gengar and quilladin. She came to a vending machine and bought two cans of coke and Sprite. It could her down but don't stop her thirst."Wow. That was refreshing but I want more. I know, a bottle of fresh water would do the trick. And maybe a box of orange juice." Braixen calmly headed towards the convenience store to buy more refreshment. After all it was the middle of summer. Along the way she met up with her closest friend, meowstic."Hey braixen, long time no see." She said with a smile on her face. Since they went to different schools since last year, they haven't seen each other in a long time. "Hey meowstic. I din't know you came home." Yup got here last night. Where you headed?" "I'm gonna get a drink. You want to come?" "Sure, sounds great. I'm thirsty for a can of soda." Braixen and Meowstic headed to the convenience store. But the soda braixen drank earlier filled her up quickly. She had to pee, not urgently but had to go. But she din't want to excuse herself from her best friend. Since she just got back, she wants to spend the most time with her. So she held it back. "Is it somewhere around here?" Meowstic asked with a worried tone. She hasn't been here for so long she forgot where it is at. "Yeah. It's probably around the corner." Braixen replied to meowstic. Noticing her fidgeting. She din't think to herself her best friend had to go. Although braixen had to go,was right the convenience store was around the corner. "That's the place. Beside the Pokemon center." "Thank Arceus!" Meowstic hurried into the store. But the two were stopped by Lucario, another childhood friend. "Hi braixen, you too meowstic. Since when you got home?" Lucario asked, holding a drink in his hand. "I just got here last night. What's that drink in your hand?" Meowstic asked curiosly. She always loved new things ,despite her being shy. "The new slushy. Mixed seasons flavor. Came out yesterday. You guys should try it. Well I got to go now. Greninja and Blastoise are waiting for me at the gym. See you two around." Lucario left while braixen and Meowstic entered the store. "Meowstic, you wanna try the new slushy Lucario told us about? My treat." "Sure thing, then let's go to the park." Meowstic replied, braixen noticed meowstic fidgeting even more. She then started to feel the pressure in her bladder. Braixen had to go badly. They got their slushies and headed to the park. While walking, they talked about stuff from each other's past. When braixen and Meowstic were talking of who would win in a fight between mega sceptile and mega charizard, braixen stopped, crossed legs and her hand in her crotch. She was really desperate to pee. "Braixen, is something wrong?" Meowstic asked braixen worried. Before braixen could respond, she felt a spurt of urine escape her crotch. Luckily she was able to stop anymore damage to be caused. "Yeah, I'm just tired of walking. And it's probably because of the heat that makes me feel tired quickly." Braixen responded still crossing her legs. In the middle of the park while watching a group of froakie, charmander, tepig, oshawatt, chespin, squirtle and fennekin playing in the summer afternoon, meowstic leaned over to braixen and whispered..."Hey braixen, don't tell anyone this but I need to use the loo." Braixen's prediction was right. Meowstic probably din't use the restroom last night because she was tired. She and her best friend need to go badly but no public washrooms can be found."Don't worry it's our secret. Plus I need to go badly too. Maybe there's a restroom around here." They kept walking in search of a bathroom. Both of them started to get even more desperate. Seeing a water fountain and a group of water type Pokemon around din't help their predicament. It made it worse. "Who puts a fountain in the middle of the park?" Meowstic asked but braixen asked another question"Your worried about the fountain? What are water type Pokemon doing outside in the middle of summer?" Both are too desperate to care and went the other way. An hour of searching for a bathroom and still no luck. Meowstic might have leaked earlier because she stopped when they left the fountain. Braixen knows she's neat to her breaking point. She could burst at any moment. She felt herself leak a few times already. They found a public bathroom, they quickly ran for it. A huge mistake because both of them leaked themselves even more. Once they got to the entrance they find a sign on the door"OUT OF ORDER?! Can this Day get any worse?" Braixen furiously yelled. At that moment meowstic responded with a softer and worried tone." Mmmmm. I can't hold it braixen. Im gonna burst. I can't stop it." Meowstic started sobbing. Her bladder was losing. Braixen grabbed her arm and headed to the bushes by the tree. Once they were hidden from the public, meowstic couldn't hold herself any longer. Meowstic had peed herself. A lake of golden pee formed underneath her. Once she was done, she turned beat red and din't stop sobbing. "If it makes you feel better, I would wet myself too just to make sure you aren't alone.". Braixen then crouched and started peeing. Another lake formed under her. " See your not alone. I would rather be humiliated with you than see you humiliated by yourself. I'll always be by your side." Braixen replied. "Thanks braixen. You really are a true friend." Meowstic thanked braixen and the both left the bush and their pee puddles. At least no one else knows about this event. |
A/N: Another commission.
When Lor agrees to drink an excessive amount of Chug-a-Freezes for some experiment of Tish’s, she isn’t really sure what to expect out of it. However, she’s always happy to help her friend out so she doesn’t want to say no, and she’s sure that whatever it is won’t be the worst thing ever. She somehow doesn’t think to suspect that it will be more of a burden on her- and her bladder- and goes along with it from the very beginning.
It starts out simply enough, with her drinking all that is put before her, pausing only when she’s overwhelmed with brainfreeze. Soon enough, her stomach feels full just from how much she’s had to drink, and Tish is taking notes left and right without revealing exactly what she’s writing down. At first, Lor thought it had something to with the frequency of her brain freeze or something like that, but even when the drinks are gone, she still scribbles down notes and makes no sign of stopping or talking or dismissing Lor.
It isn’t long after that that she feels a slight twinge in her bladder, which isn’t much of a surprise. These always go through her pretty quickly, and she’s had so many that it’s not going to be long before it’s overwhelming. Eventually, her bladder is going to so full of all those drinks that she’s going to have no choice but to excuse herself, but for now, she tries to keep quiet, not wanting to distract Tish while she’s working. If she doesn’t distract her, it will probably go much more quickly anyway.
However, time keeps passing, and nothing seems to change, and Lor really wants to ask her what she’s studying. More than that, she wants to go relieve the slight pressure that’s started to build, though she knows that it’s going to get worse and that she’ll likely be running to the bathroom a lot if she doesn’t get it all out at once. In fact, it’s probably better that she’s waiting a little bit longer, but that doesn’t make the silent wait any better for her, especially as she catches herself squirming a few times.
Tish looks up at her and she stops short, trying to look natural, and her friend quietly observes her for so long that she wonders what she could possibly be thinking. Then, she resumes taking her notes without a word and Lor has to resist the urge to groan. What on earth is taking her so long with this? If she keeps this up, it’s definitely going to get to a point where Lor is going to be rather desperate, and she hates to think about what might happen at that point.
She winces as a pang shoots through her bladder, and contemplates asking Tish what’s up, not even caring if she breaks her concentration, but then her friend looks up at her. “How are you feeling?” she asks.
“Mostly the same?” Lor isn’t sure how she’s supposed to answer a question like that. “I mean, I need to go to the bathroom, but that’s about it.”
“Okay.” That’s the only response she gets before Tish resumes scribbling down notes, and she feels herself growing frustrated. What’s that supposed to mean? Isn’t her friend going to take pity on her and let her go to the bathroom? But Tish doesn’t seem to be doing anything of the sort, but Lor’s predicament is not getting any better. Her bladder is filling more and more by the moment, and she knows that it won’t be long before her desperation is incredibly obvious.
“Well, is this going to take much longer?” she asks, irritation plain in her voice.
“It’s going to take as long as it needs to, for me to gather all the data I need.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“If I tell you too much, it could influence the outcome of the experiment, and I don’t want that to happen. It would ruin everything.”
Lor feels a brief pang of guilt, upon hearing that it could ruin things, but it’s hard to feel guilty for long when her bladder begins demanding her attention again. She can’t afford to just stand here forever, just out of pity!
“But…listen, I want to help as much as I can, but this is getting to be a little too much…” She blushes as she speaks, embarrassed to be admitting to just how desperate she actually is. But it’s getting so much worse, and her bladder begins to feel swollen with all the liquid it is trying to contain.
“I’m not done just yet,” is the only reply she’s given.
She wants to scream out in frustration, knowing that she’s being pushed so far that she might end up close to wetting herself. She doesn’t know if Tish understands just how bad it’s getting for her, or if she’s doing this on purpose, or what. All she knows is that her bladder is getting so full that it feels as though it could burst and it’s painful and she can’t even stay still anymore, shifting her weight from foot to foot and jiggling her knees. She starts out subtle with her movements, but soon enough, they are all too obvious to Tish.
And yet Tish barely looks at her, except for a few glances. She can’t be oblivious, and yet she keeps taking notes like it’s nothing. She just keeps ignoring the way her friend struggles, clearly being pushed closer and closer to her own limit. It’s at that moment that Lor begins to realize that this is all completely on purpose, and that this must be the main point of the experiment.
But if that’s the case, when will it end?
“I can’t keep doing this,” she says at last, deciding to put her foot down. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom now, you have no idea how bad I need to pee!”
“But you can’t!”
“Why not?”
“The experiment!”
“Tish, my bladder is going to explode. Seriously, if we keep this up, that’s going to happen.”
“That’s not actually possible. Worst case, you’ll just-”
“I know, but that’s really…” Squirming, she crosses her legs tight and says, “That’s really looking like it might happen soon.” And even as she’s speaking, she feels it growing worse and doubles over, her bladder aching. She clenches a fist to steady herself, whimpering. “Please, just let me…”
“I can’t! If I do that, then it’s going to ruin everything I’m trying to do!”
“But I can’t keep waiting like this!” Lor hates to admit it, but she actually feels close to tears. The strain of holding it like this is proving to be too much for her and she squirms and writhes as she fights against her urge. By now, she isn’t even sure if she could make it to a bathroom even if Tish let her go, but she doesn’t want to give up. She’d rather try, but begging her friend doesn’t seem to be doing her any good at all.
“I’m not going to make it,” she says desperately. “Forget about your experiment!”
“But it’s so important!”
“Not as important as this!”
Their argument continues as the situation becomes more and more hopeless for Lor, who can’t bring herself to physically fight off her friend to make a break for the bathroom. Plus, that much strain would surely cause her to wet herself, and she really, really doesn’t want that to happen. However, as she jams a hand between her legs to stop herself from leaking, she knows that that is a little too likely at this point.
And then, on top of everything, Tish keeps halting her part in their bickering to take more notes, which is incredibly frustrating. Whatever this experiment is, it’s driving Lor absolutely crazy! Her heart feels like it might stop when she feels the first leak, and she’s panicked as she realizes that she’s really going to wet herself if she doesn’t get past Tish and to a bathroom.
She takes a hesitant step, and her friend doesn’t move to stop her, but when she feels another leak, she has to stop short, gasping and grabbing herself, squirming in place as she tries to stop more from escaping. She whimpers and tries to take another step, but then she leaks again, feeling her underwear growing damp as a result. Tish watches her as she struggles, scribbling down notes all the while, and Lor understands that, though she wouldn’t admit it, this is exactly what her friend wanted to happen.
That is Lor’s last thought before she loses control completely, unable to take another step as she doubles over, grabbing herself. She lets out one soft cry and then it fades into a low groan of relief as she begins to wet herself. Her underwear is flooded and then her pants, soaking through and puddling on the floor, and she can only relax as it finally happens.
Her bladder aches as it empties, and even when it is completely empty, she’s left with a dull ache, and it takes her a moment to catch her breath before she turns to Tish, angry. “So, mind telling me what your little experiment was now?”
“Uh...bladder...capacity?”
“Oh, you are so going down,” she grumbles. However, before she can do anything about that, she has to worry about getting herself and this mess cleaned up. She’s humiliated and annoyed, and all she wants to do now is get revenge.
~X~
It isn’t long before she has the opportunity to do so. Though her brothers have a good laugh at her expense when she reveals that she wet herself, once she tells them the details of it and why she wants revenge, she’s able to get some of them to agree out of their sibling loyalty. Soon enough, she has them ready to roll, and what she does is have them overpower and subdue Tish, tying her up so that she can’t move.
Once she’s completely at her mercy, Lor and her brothers begin forcing her to drink glasses of water, one by one, and she is unable to resist, swallowing most of it. After she’s done, she sputters, “What are you doing?”“An experiment,” Lor replies with a wicked smirk.
“What kind of experiment?” Tish asks stiffly, letting her know that she knows exactly what kind of experiment.
“Bladder capacity,” she replies cheekily. “But I don’t think I’m going to need to take any notes on this. I think my own observations and memory will be enough for this, though I would like to know where you put the notes on me.”
“If I let you have them will you let me go?”
“No way!”“Absolutely not, then!”
“Fine, fine, have it your way. It doesn’t really matter anyway, and I have my own way of collecting data.” She gestures, and one of her brothers hands her a camera. In the end, she’ll have pictures to trade for the notes. After that, she urges her brothers to leave, though it’s no easy task. Most of them want to hang around to see what happens, but she’s not heartless enough to let them watch Tish be humiliated, even if she’s doing this for revenge. Finally, she manages to herd all of them out of the room, leaving her alone with Tish.
“Would it help if I said I was sorry?” Tish offers her a slight smile, but Lor just laughs at her.
“I don’t think sorry is going to do much now. You made me wet myself! And you didn’t even tell me that’s what we were doing, because you knew I would never agree,” she replies. “But now it’s your time to see what it feels like.”
As much as Tish doesn’t want this to happen, she can’t deny Lor’s point, nor can she help feeling bad for what she did. She wishes she could make it up to her friend in another way, but it doesn’t seem like she has a choice in that regard. Lor is far past being reasoned with, which means that she’s going to have to endure this punishment.
But it doesn’t sound all that pleasant, even as she starts to come to terms with it. Her bladder is already beginning to rapidly fill after all she had to drink, which means that she’s already uncomfortable, especially with the rope that’s used to tie her cutting into her lower abdomen, adding pressure to her bladder even without all the water steadily making its way there. She squirms, but that only makes the rope dig into her further, so she decides it’s for the best for her to stay still. However, she knows that that will only make her lose control faster, in the end. Really, it’s a lose-lose situation no matter how she looks at it, and she knows that, but something inside of her tells hr to keep holding on anyway, even though she knows that this is hopeless.
Lor just watches her with a smug, satisfied expression, and once again, Tish feels guilty about all of this. To see her friend looking so happy to see her suffering like this...knowing that she drove her to this point...she feels awful. She knows that she’ll feel even more awful as her desperation continues to grow, until it reaches the point where she humiliates herself and wets herself, and then Lor will take pictures of her, and Tish decides that she’s going to have to take the bargain and give her the notes in exchange for those pictures being destroyed.
But first, she has to worry about waiting out this torture, and the more signs of desperation she begins to show, the more Lor taunts her with smirks and laughs, occasionally asking her how she’s feeling. She’s struggling so much and when she squirms, forgetting the rope, she winces, the added pressure nearly too much. She makes a sharp, pained noise before taking a few shallow breaths, trying to get herself back under control.
“Bet it’s getting pretty bad, huh?” Lor teases. “Don’t bother apologizing or begging, cos I’m not going to change my mind!”
“I really am sorry, though,” Tish insists sincerely.
“I’m sure you are, especially now! But sorry doesn’t cut it anymore, you know?” She laughs and Tish sighs.
“I know.” And so her punishment continues, and Lor snaps a few photos of her doing her very obvious struggle. She crosses her legs at the ankles, but it doesn’t really do anything for her, as there really isn’t anything she can do to relieve the overwhelming pressure that’s set up in her bladder now that all of the water has made it’s way there and filled her up to bursting.
Tish winces and tries to brace herself for the pressure growing worse, but there really is no preparing herself as she begins to throb horribly and she can barely breathe, the pain grows so severe. Her bladder isn’t going to be able to last much longer like this, and she doesn’t think she should bother holding it anymore, if it’s hurting her so much and if she’s going to be made to wet herself either way.
Lor isn’t going to show her mercy after everything that’s happened, and she knows that, and it really is hurting so badly that she almost feels sick from how much her bladder aches. Tish has to empty herself soon, because she’s being stretched far beyond what her breaking point should be and is only holding on now through sheer force of will. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes and she wiggles, arching backward to try to avoid the bite of the rope, and twisting her legs together.
“You win!” she cries, surprising herself at the last second by trying to beg for mercy. “You win, just please untie me!”
“I already told you that this is your punishment!” replies Lor, laughing to herself. “What kind of punishment would it be, if I just let you get off scott free at the last second? Nope, you’re waiting this out until the end, just like you made me do.”
“I...I know, but it hurts…” she says, and she really would be happy just to have the ropes off of her, even if she had to sit here and not move while she wet herself.
“You’ll just bolt, I’m not falling for that!” A pretty fair assessment, and she has no reason to trust Tish even if she insists otherwise.
And so she bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut and rubs her thighs together and clenches her fists, fighting as hard as she can right up until the last second, fighting right through her own hopelessness. And then it’s all over, and she lets out one pathetic, broken sob as her bladder gives in.
A hot rush of liquid escapes her all at once, flooding her panties and puddling on the chair beneath her until it spills over, and splatters onto the floor with a loud noise. Her breath comes in quick, sharp gasps and her tears also spill as the puddle on the floor grows, but the relief is so phenomenal that she almost smiles. She’d been so full and finally, finally she’s growing empty and her bladder no longer has to strain itself.
When all is said and done, she’s left a very impressive puddle on the floor and peed for nearly a full minute, and she’s honestly surprised with her own capacity, and almost wishes that she could have taken notes on herself. Of course, now she has to worry about negotiating with her notes for the pictures Lor has been taking the whole time, and getting this mess and herself cleaned up, but she decides that this experiment isn’t as much of a failure as it could have been.
And, at the very least, she can hope that Lor will forgive her for everything now. |
Alright, real talk time. Dishonored 2 is not as good as its predecessor. In fact, I don't think it even comes close. The characters are one-dimensional and the gameplay doesn't work in the more wide-open environments of the new game. The opening cutscene was kind of a bad omen for the rest of the game as the dialogue was forced and awkward and said by Corvo. Corvo isn't supposed to talk! I, however, decided that maybe the awkwardness could be explained away with one of my favorite things- omorashi! Maybe Emily needed to pee. Anyways, I typed it up in Google Docs first, so that's why the font is Times New Roman. It's a little long, but I hope you'll give it a shot and enjoy.
Today was going to be a very, very long day. After all, this was the fifteenth anniversary of her mother’s death… but for once, that wasn’t the main thing on her mind. Today, her biggest concern was her rapidly filling bladder. Emily Kaldwin needed to pee. She needed to pee badly. Part of her was thankful for the distraction from the difficult day ahead of her, but the majority of her simply wanted her bladder emptied. Sadly, she didn’t see any opportunity for allowing that side of her to win out, so instead, she steeled herself and continued to walk towards the double doors ahead of her.
She took a deep breath and looked up at the banners above the entrance before continuing forward and bringing her eyes back to the woman in front of her- her faithful guardian Alexi Mayhew. The thought of the huge amount of people that would be watching her in just a few moments made Emily shiver, which, in turn, caused her bladder to spasm a little. Emily hastily clamped her legs together, nearly stumbling from the sudden motion. Thankfully, Alexi caught her.
“Watch your step, Majesty,” Alexi said kindly, smiling softly at her slightly fidgeting empress.
“I am not looking forward to all the ceremony today,” Emily grumbled, shaking her head.
Alexi offered no words of advice and simply pressed an item firmly into Emily’s (mildly sweaty) hand.
“Your signet ring,” she explained, closing the empress’ fingers around it. “There. You’re ready.”
Emily thanked her guard before ordering her to open the doors, taking one final opportunity to squeeze her legs together before coming into full view of all her guests. A crier announced her arrival and a dull sound of approval filled the room. Summoning all the authority she could muster, she addressed them, attempting to gain all of her guests’ attention.
“Loyal subjects, we are going through a difficult time,” she lamented, “but today we honor my mother- the late Jessamine Kaldwin. May her memory survive through the ages!” Her guests and subjects afforded her one solitary second of quiet before the din returned to the hall and she resumed her walk towards the throne at the far end of the room. She had only taken a few steps, however before her progress was interrupted by the Lord Protector- Corvo Attano.
“Emily-” he managed.
“You look tired, father,” she replied as casually as she could, praying to the Outsider that no one was watching her as she squeezed her legs together once more. They began to walk towards the throne together.
“Every year I think that the anniversary of Jessamine’s death will be easier,” he explained bitterly, “but it never is.”
Emily shook her head. “I wish mother was still the empress,” especially right now, “I don’t think I’m very good at this.” That part was completely true.
“You’re still learning,” he replied. “Don’t worry about the rabble rousers. And we’ll catch the ‘Crown Killer’... eventually.”
“People are saying it’s you. That these murders are a misguided attempt to protect me.” Emily doubted that, personally, but she was trying desperately to keep her mind off her bladder and the conversation from ending in awkward silence.
“No,” Corvo answered irritably, “somebody is trying to make us look guilty by targeting your enemies.”
“I wish I could just run away from all this.” Emily said quietly. And find a privy to use…
“Sometimes you do,” Corvo answered knowingly. “You think I don’t know about your nights out on the rooftops?” Emily sighed. Well I did… “Courage. The ceremony will be over soon.” Maybe not soon enough. Emily thought, rubbing her legs together and shifting slightly, trying to find a comfortable position.
Corvo bent to place a rose next to the altar made to honor Emily’s mother. Emily had a rose of her own, but thought that bending over might be a bad decision, considering her situation. Instead, she used the chance to squeeze herself with her hand while her father’s attention was turned elsewhere. After a moment, to fill the silence, Emily joked “Royal Protector and father. I should’ve outlawed that combination of titles years ago.” She grimaced at the low quality of the quip, but her mind was elsewhere and her wit was hardly at an all time high. Corvo seemed not to notice.
Turning to continue their walk to the throne, Emily was alarmed to encounter a small set of stairs leading to a dais where the seat was located. Of course she had been aware of the stairs. She supposed she had just taken them for granted until now. She ascended them as gracefully as she could with her legs pressed tightly together, but despite the cautionary measure, a wave of desperation nearly tripped her again before she reached the top. She made it, nonetheless, and took her seat on the throne, thankful for the chance to get off her feet for only a moment before the newly added pressure to her bladder caused her discomfort to return with a vengeance. She shifted once, then twice, attempting to find a comfortable position before giving up and crossing her legs, one over the other. As little comfort as it offered, she hoped it would help her keep her quickly filling bladder in check.
The young empress sat anxiously in her throne, biting her lip softly as Mortimer Ramsey, an officer in the city watch, informed her of an unexpected visitor- the duke of Serkonos. She had put up with the duke before and was in no mood to put up with him now. After all, her mind was elsewhere. I hope he’s quick about it this time, Emily thought, shifting once more in her seat as the duke was escorted into the room… and the voice of her father was drowned out by the clicks and whirs of something she had never seen before.
“Mechanical soldiers?” she murmured, the pain in her abdomen temporarily forgotten, “Amazing…” Emily’s father, however, was less impressed.
“What is this, Ramsey?” questioned the Lord Protector. “I didn’t authorize those things.” Emily’s awe was replaced by dismay as she realized what her father meant- the destructive potential of such machines was unthinkable. Another wave of desperation accompanied her newfound fear and caused her to tense up. No one seemed to notice.
The duke was saying something, but Emily’s attention was now completely focussed on those metal death machines that now filled her throne room and on another pressing issue- dangerous or not, the situation would be difficult to live down in the eyes of the public if she wet herself. She shifted yet again, hoping no one was paying attention to her growing restlessness. She turned her attention back to the duke, only to realize that he had finished speaking. Her father looked at her expectantly.
“We thank you, your grace.” She struggled to keep her voice steady and extended a hand in an attempt to show the confidence that her voice could not. Another wave of desperation hit and she tensed up again, her unextended hand balling into a fist on her lap.
“Save your thanks,” the duke replied. “For now, I give you the greatest gift of all- family. I present the lost sister of Jessamine Kaldwin and your rightful empress.” Emily stared, bemused, as the duke gestured grandly to the litter that had arrived with him, from which stepped a woman that Emily had never seen before.
“Impossible!” exclaimed Corvo.
“My mother had a sister?” Emily wondered aloud as the woman turned toward the throne and her in it.
“My dearest niece,” she began in a strange, distorted voice. Despite the intensity of the situation, Emily was once again dragged out of the moment by her increasing need to empty her bladder. Another wave of desperation swept over her, worse than the ones that came before, but all eyes were on her and she could only tense up and hope it passed without incident. To her surprise and great displeasure, though, her bladder began to push harder, with nothing obstructing it or keeping it from emptying. Her pee-hole began to dribble.
The strange woman continued to talk for a moment before turning away and taking the eyes of Emily’s guests with her. Emily gratefully seized the opportunity to give herself a squeeze, putting an end to the droplets of urine that had begun to escape her. Emily tuned back in just in time to hear the woman conclude her address and find the words to answer her.
“If you really are my mother’s sister,” she informed her supposed aunt, “you’re welcome to stay as long as you like.”
“Little sparrow, blackened by bad memories,” the woman chided, “I’m here to relieve you of your crown.” The woman continued to speak as Emily eyed her up incredulously, then turned her attention back to the hulking mechanical soldiers down the steps from her dais. If she’s serious, she could easily do what she intends to if those things really work, Emily thought. The woman seemed to be addressing Corvo now, but Emily was once again distracted by the pain in her bladder. As the urine that filled her begged once again for release, the woman seemed to notice Emily’s predicament and locked eyes with the empress, refusing to look away.
Sweat began to bead on Emily’s forehead as hot pee battered the dam that was the only thing keeping her dry. Just as it seemed she was about to burst, however, the woman turned back to the crowd surrounding the dais, and Emily squeezed herself once again, this time keeping her hand between her legs as she folded them one over the other.
“Hear me, all of you,” the woman said with finality. “Your rightful empress has returned.” Emily would normally scoff at such a feeble attempt to convince the masses of the woman’s right to rule, but instead she was floored as her guards and the mechanical ones alike raised their swords in recognition of the new empress’ rule. The duke of Serkonos began to speak, telling the guards to arrest Emily and her father for the Crown Killer murders. We’ve been set up. This was all planned, Emily realized as Corvo pulled out his sword. The mark on the Lord Protector’s hand glowed and a moment later, the guards in front of them were dead and his sword was planted in the heart of the treasonous woman.
The woman simply pulled the sword out, however, and cast a spell that encased Corvo in a strange magical restraint.
“Father!” Emily cried, leaping up and ignoring the protest from her bladder. She felt a hand close around her arm and turned around to see Ramsey holding her. She punched him, but he shook it off and threw her off the dais, knocking the wind out of her and a frightfully large amount of urine as well. Rolling over and crossing her legs to stem the flow, she saw the strange woman pulling the mark from her father’s hand. The restraint disappeared and he collapsed- it was all she could do to catch him. They stood up together, although Emily regained her feet more cautiously. Another leak like that could be the end of me. Or… my pants, at least.
Looking around, Emily could see that she and Corvo were surrounded on every side. Their only option was to fight their way out. Just as she turned to attack her nearest foe, the woman casted a spell that traveled across the floor to her protector before climbing up his body, turning him into some sort of living statue.
“No!” Emily cried, once again ignoring the complaints from her bladder as she leapt at the witch that had frozen her father. The woman drove a kick perfectly into Emily’s bladder and as she fell to the floor, a huge spurt of hot pee escaped her, wetting her pants to the middle of her right thigh. She managed to hold back the rest, but she was only able to regain a sitting position before the strange woman summoned over Ramsey, who’s boot was the last thing she saw before passing out.
. . .
When Emily came to, she had no idea how much time had passed, but she knew from her surroundings that she was in her quarters. She also knew that her bladder had becoming unbearably full while she was unconscious- in fact, she found it hard to believe she hadn’t peed in her sleep. When she tried to regain her footing, she found that she could barely stand up straight without enormous waves of desperation wracking her body. She knew there was a privy only one room over, but if she used it and Ramsey returned to find her conscious, he would make sure she didn’t stay that way. By the time she awoke again, she would be in Coldridge prison, where her chances of escaping were little to none. No, she needed to get out of here now.
She began to walk towards the nearest door, only to be stopped by a small squirt of pee that dampened her (now dry) panties. When she reached the door, she found it locked and groaned quietly and did a little pee dance, trying again to find comfort where there was none to be found. Once she realized this, she turned to look at her only other means of exit- the window. After an agonizingly slow walk to the other side of the room, she forced the window open and climbed out gingerly, stopping halfway through to get her aching bladder under control. After reaching the ledge outside, she stood up as straight as she could and jammed her hand into her crotch, begging her bladder not to spasm and send pee cascading down the rocks below- or, even worse, her whole body.
She shuffled slowly to the next window and opened it as quietly as she could, stepping carefully back into the tower. Once she reached steady ground, her bladder, having fulfilled its end of the bargain, went into overdrive, releasing a spurt of pee that created a large, plainly visible wet spot on the crotch of Emily’s pants. After several seconds of agonizing squirts and drips, her bladder calmed down for a moment, and she was able to survey her surroundings. A few feet down the hall, sitting in a pool of blood, was Alexi. Emily gasped and used one hand to cover her mouth before immediately removing it because it smelled like urine.
She ventured over to the girl and steeled herself as she bent to pick up the Lord Protector’s sword, covered in her blood, and a summons to a ship meant for Emily’s father. She paused to whisper an apology to the corpse of her faithful servant before moving on. Further down the hallway, she encountered something she had hoped she wouldn’t- a guard. They’ve surely been given orders to kill me on sight, Emily thought. She had no idea who this man was, but her father had taught her a thing or two and she knew she couldn’t kill him. He was only following orders, after all. She had seen her father choke out men bigger than this one time and time again- the scent of her urine dampened sleeves and hands might even speed the process along.
She crept along the hallway, stopping only once to squeeze her legs together in hopes of keeping her pee in her bladder (she still squirted, adding to the wet spot that was now plainly visible to anyone looking) before she was close enough to reach the guard. She stood up straight and closed her arms tightly around the man’s throat. As his oxygen slowly ran out, his flailing slowed down. Unfortunately, his elbow managed to collide with her abdomen, sending a gush of hot pee down her leg that turned into a small stream. She continued to hold his throat until he stopped moving completely which, although it only took a few seconds, felt like an eternity. When he was fully unconscious, she let him fall to the ground before jamming both hands into her crotch, wrapping her legs tightly around them and bending at the waist. The stream tapered off, but not before soaking her pants down to her mid-thigh. If she didn’t find a way out of here soon, she may just piss herself completely.
Emily crept down the stairs, stopping twice more to get her wildly desperate bladder back under control. Sneaking out into the room the stairs came out in, she saw no one around and decided that Ramsey must be in the throne room. She headed that way and, sure enough, she was forced to crouch down and slink into the shadows (despite her bladder’s protests) as she heard voices coming from that way. Upon entering the room, she saw Ramsey and two soldiers standing in the center. Ramsey was talking about his childhood when he was still part of the upper class of Dunwall. Emily had a strong impulse to say something cruel, but decided against giving her position away just for a snide remark. Emily reached a pillar behind the nearest guard just as Ramsey saluted and left. Now was her chance.
Sneaking up behind the guard as quietly as her bladder would allow, she reached up and, once again, began to choke him out. Thankfully, this guard was content to grasp at her arms until he passed out, allowing her to pull him behind the pillar she had been standing behind only moments ago. She stood up slightly, squeezed herself hard and steeled her bladder for what she was about to do. She needed to reach the last guard before Ramsey reentered the room and her window was closing. After a moment, she moved. She crept quietly around to the pillar, sneaking up behind the guard just faster than the speed at which he was walking. She fastened her arms around his throat and after only a few moments, he was gone. It only took a few moments, however, for her tiring bladder to spring yet another leak. She held the guard up with one arm and squeezed herself again with her free hand, stopping the flow, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Her control was slipping.
She had just begun to move towards the pillar where she had hidden the other guard when she heard loud footsteps behind her. She turned towards the entrance to the throne room just in time to see Ramsey enter. His eyes widened when he saw her, but he wiped the surprised look off his face rather quickly and replaced it with a jeering smile.
“Emily Kaldwin. Just couldn’t hold your p-” his remark was interrupted as Emily heaved the unconscious body of the guard at him, the effort causing her bladder muscles to scream in protest. The guard collided with him and he went down- Emily had her chance. She began to move towards him, unsheathing her sword. The more rapid movement caused her bladder to begin to leak again, but now it didn’t matter. All she wanted- no, needed was to kill Ramsey. He was just regaining his feet as Emily got within stabbing distance. Seeing the sword in her hand, he panicked and swung his own- too early. Emily stepped nimbly past his sword and around the officer, the sudden movement strengthening her small leak to a constant stream. From behind him, she thrust her sword through his back- the look of horror on his face was priceless. Ramsey collapsed, and Emily took only a few more steps forward before doing the same, falling to her knees, face burning bright red- her bladder was completely beyond her control now.
Her stream turned to a river, the river to an ocean. Her pants greedily soaked up the liquid and, when they could hold no more, dumping the rest onto the ground, where it became a puddle, then a pond, then a lake. She was surrounded by what seemed like gallons of her own pee. She was highly embarrassed, but also incredibly relieved. She got to her feet and surveyed the carnage. The guards she had left behind would find a very strange scene- their captain dead and a huge amount of urine on the floor. She shook her head and turned back to Ramsey, collecting her father’s sword and the signet ring he had stolen from her, before moving on. At least her full bladder would be one less thing to worry about as she escaped the city where she was supposed to be the empress.
So there's my story. I hope you enjoyed it and feel free to leave any feedback in the comments below. I have no idea if it's any good or not- I tend to judge my own work a bit harshly, but maybe you can tell it to me straight. If you enjoyed it, I appreciate the positive feedback, and if you didn't, constructive criticism is always welcome as well. Thanks for reading!
Edited March 7, 2017 by Nineteen
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A/N: Another commission
The girls are both doomed, something they know far too early on, though neither of them want to admit it. Neither of them even want to think it, because neither of them want it to be true. After all, if it’s never admitted then maybe it won’t actually come to pass, and the both of them will be just fine. That’s what they tell themselves at least, and for a while, it works.
At the beginning of it all, there’s no sign of anything going wrong that day, but that’s before their class is jettisoned into space, turning their whole day upside down. At first, both Brittany and Megan are just put out by the inconvenience of it all, because they’re trapped with their classmates- a veritable crew of the worst sorts of dorks and nerds imaginable- and forced to wait for request, something that is unappealing to both of them.
But even then they don’t realize just how much worse it can get for the both of them, and neither can predict just how inconvenient this will become as time goes on. Neither of them knows of the discomfort or the struggle that awaits them during their time trapped with their classmates.
After the long time spent searching for food and working out trades, they’re finally able to get the water that they wanted, they don’t think much about the fact that they’re drinking it in excess, or the fact that it’s going to have to come back out later. They don’t think to slow down, given how desperate they were to get something to drink, and that is how they end up in such a bad situation eventually.
It starts with one cup of water, and then a second, and then the two girls are drinking all they can during their trades. And even once they have nothing more to trade, they both wish that they could have more, still not thinking much about the consequences. They’re just so thirsty and so panicked about their fate that focusing on drinking water is a much better thing to focus on. The two of them just can’t think about anything in the future, other than their dread regarding the fact that they’re lost in space with their classmates, and they sit off by themselves, miserable and afraid.
And then things begin to get worse for them as the water starts making its way toward their bladders. Megan feels a twinge first, but she tries to ignore, hoping that if she does that then it will go away until a much more convenient time. After all, there are no bathrooms in the classroom, meaning that there would be nowhere for her to pee, therefore she refuses to acknowledge the fact that she needs to pee in the first place.
However, her bladder twinges again soon after and she winces, hoping that no one notices. Fortunately for her, Brittany doesn’t comment on it, so she again tries to ignore that it happened at all. What she doesn’t realize is that Brittany is distracted by her own growing need as well.
The other girl feels a slight pressure building in her lower abdomen, and realizes with dread what it means. Like her friend, she wants to ignore it since she has no convenient way of relieving herself until their class is rescued, but even as she’s trying to ignore it, more of the water begins making its way to her bladder, and she won’t be able to ignore that for long, nor will she be able to hold it indefinitely. She’s going to be made desperate soon enough, but she says nothing and does what she can to not acknowledge that fact.
While she’s thinking- or rather, trying not to think- about that, Megan can feel her situation growing steadily worse. She can feel the twinges coming more and more frequently as her bladder continues to fill, and she wishes she hadn’t taken so much to drink. She wishes she had remembered the fact that their classroom being on its own means that there’s nowhere for her to pee, and she wishes that she could just be back already.
However, they still have to wait for help, unsure of when it will arrive. It’s been so long already that both want to hope that it will be soon, but it’s hard to tell, especially when there’s been no sign of any help, not that they know what to look for in terms of a sign of help. There’s absolutely no telling how long their wait will be, but still both girls try to be hopeful, and try to ignore their growing need to pee.
Brittany groans softly and slumps where she sits, leaning her head back against the wall. She hopes that her signs of discomfort will just come across as signs of boredom, and that no one, not even her best friend, will suspect the real source of the problem. She would be absolutely mortified if anyone even knew that she was this desperate, and that’s without factoring in how mortified she would be if she was pushed to a point where she actually wet herself. Even thinking about it makes her incredibly nervous and flustered.
Megan is just as stressed out about that possibility, but whenever she thinks about it, she feels like it makes her desperation feel worse. She needs to get back to ignoring it, but she isn’t sure if she’s going to be able to. It’s getting really noticeable, which means that pretending that it isn’t there is hard, when she feels a pang every few seconds. Her bladder demands her attention as it continues to fill, and she shifts where she sits, trying to redirect some of the pressure so it isn’t so bad.
Brittany shifts next to her as well, in another direction with a troubled look on her face. She bites her lip and wonders if this is going to take too much longer, if she’s going to keep suffering like this until she can’t take it anymore. Her bladder cramps and aches and when she moves, she can feel all the liquid inside of her shifting with her, sloshing inside of her and reminding her of how desperate she’s becoming.
When she moans softly, she quickly glances to the side, but again, Megan shows no sign of hearing her, looking incredibly distracted. Of course, little does she know, that’s because Megan is more concerned with not showing off her own desperation, and therefore wouldn’t be able to notice anyone else’s signs. The others in the classroom are still too distracted with their own things as well, so neither of the girls has to worry about being humiliated by their desperation just yet.
But they both still worry about what it could do to their images just to have it known that they have to pee in this situation. Naturally, they know that they would be ruined if anyone saw them wet themselves, but they’re still trying not to think about that as a possibility. Just being desperate is humiliating enough for the time being, and they don’t want anyone to know about it, to look at them and know that they’re fighting battles against their own bladders while they wait to get back to school.
Megan sighs, stretching out a little further to try to take more pressure off, but it doesn’t really do anything to help her. In fact, there’s really not much she can do to help herself now, and her bladder begins to throb with need. She clenches one fist, on the side that is not close to Brittany, still trying to conceal things from her friend, and takes a deep breath to steady herself. How much longer is she going to have to endure this?
How much longer will either of them have to endure this? Brittany grits her teeth and stares up at the ceiling, trying to think about anything other than the ache in her lower abdomen, but there really isn’t much else to think about, especially with Megan being so quiet. She has no one to talk to to take her mind off things, but even if she could take her mind off things, that might not be good for her. After all, if she’s not focused on holding it, her control might slip and that would be disastrous.
“Sure is boring in here,” she says, deciding to try talking anyway, just to see. Megan looks over at her and sighs.
“Sure is,” she agrees, and then the conversation falls dead. Obviously, there isn’t much for either of them to talk about, but that means that Brittany has nothing she can do to distract herself. She grits her teeth again and tries to think about something else, but soon enough, her bladder is aching so much that there’s nothing else that can occupy her mind.
She doesn’t know how much longer this is going to take, but she also doesn’t know how much longer she can hold it. She’d like to hope that she could last indefinitely, just due to her pride, but she knows better than to believe something like that. She’ll be lucky if she lasts a lot longer, but she doesn’t know what she’s going to do if she’s forced to wet herself in front of her classmates. She wants to avoid that at all costs, but there’s nowhere private for her to relieve herself and manage to conceal it perfectly without anyone asking questions.
While she’s pondering this, Megan is more or less thinking about the same things. She considers going in the closet, but no one would ignore the fact that she was hanging out in the closet with some sort of container that she would then have to try to dispose of. It would be too obvious, and it would be far too humiliating to have someone know what she were doing. She feels like she’s going to burst at any second, and she doesn’t think she’s going to be able to hold it until help comes, or at least not until they’re able to get the classroom back to school.
Brittany crosses her legs, hoping that she looks completely natural doing something like this, rather than looking like she’s struggling to hold it. She squirms a bit where she sits, tightening where her legs are crossed, and she knows that she’s already getting more obvious but she just can’t help it. Her heart is pounding almost as hard as her bladder, and she’s so nervous about all of this, nervous that she’s going to lose control before they’re brought back to school, nervous that she’s going to lose her control right in front of all of her classmates and her best friend.
The anxiety continues to grow, which really doesn’t help with her bladder, seeing as getting nervous only makes the situation worse, but she’s past the point where she can actually control her own thoughts, much less her own body. All she can do is fight to keep from wetting herself in front of everyone, and fight to keep everyone from figuring out that that’s her current struggle.
Megan squirms and rubs her thighs together, squeezing them tightly closed and taking a few steadying breaths. If she doesn’t get to go soon, she knows it’s going to end terribly, but she’s afraid to even accept that, lest it make it real. But no amount of denial can change what she knows is going to happen, and no amount of pretending that it isn’t going to happen can help her now. Absolutely nothing can help her now, and even though she knows that, she still prays for some sort of rescue before it’s too late.
But time continues to pass and her bladder continues to pulse and fill, and still no rescue comes for her or her equally desperate friend, not that she knows about Brittany’s desperation anymore than Brittany knows about hers. Things grow worse and worse for them, and their left only to suffer as time goes on. The two friends are in identical situations without even realizing, and neither of them feel like they have any hope at this point, yet they still keep pressing on, holding it with all they have even as their bladders threaten to burst at any moment.
Megan presses a hand into her lap when she thinks that no one is looking, squirming around it and trying to relieve the pressure, at least for a little bit. It doesn’t do a lot to help her, but anything is better than nothing, in her opinion. At this point, anything that brings her a little closer to not wetting herself, to delaying it a bit longer, is better than nothing, though she would prefer not doing something so obvious, since anyone looking at her for long enough would be able to tell. But Brittany seems to distracted and the other kids are off doing their own thing.
Brittany clenches the corner of her skirt in her fist, bunching it up to distract herself and debating doing the exact same thing Megan is doing, unbeknownst to her. She knows that that would make her look pathetic, if anyone were to see, but she doesn’t know what else to do to try and relieve the pressure before it gets so bad that she can’t stand it. Of course, it is already very near that point anyway, and she doesn't think she’s going to make it at all now, and is only holding on out of stubbornness and her pathetic hope that she might be wrong.
If she wets herself in front of everyone, she’ll have no way to hide it and she will never live it down once it gets around school. Gone will be all her status, and in her mind, she can imagine herself living in unpopularity for the rest of her days while Megan steals her throne. Of course, Megan is currently imagining her own exile from popularity at the same time, horrified as she imagines the way she thinks Brittany will mock her and completely cut her out of everything. The two are so busy worrying about what the other will think that they don’t notice that they share the same problem.
It’s a completely hopeless situation for both of them at this point. Even if rescue arrived right that minute, they know that it would take too long to get the classroom repaired and back to school, and that they would wet themselves before it happened anyway. They both realize that, and as dread creeps over them, neither know what to do. It’s all over for their reputations, they think, and they won’t be able to live this down. They’re going to have their lives completely ruined, all because they didn’t think things through and ended up desperate at a time with no bathrooms available.
Each of their thoughts gets worse and worse as time goes on. Both imagine the worst scenarios as help continues to not arrive, and both begin showing more outward signs of desperation. Megan rocks back and forth with her hand pressed into her lap while Brittany crosses her legs tight and eventually presses her own hand into her lap, but neither look to their side to see that their friend is just as obviously desperate. They both remained trapped in their own dreadful thoughts, and their own horrible imaginations, and time ticks on, bringing them closer to their eventual humiliation as a result of their own poor planning.
But things go in a direction that neither of them could have planned for, and it is just as things are becoming so desperate and hopeless for them that something even worse happens; the asteroid strikes their classroom, jostling it so hard that they both temporarily lose control. While the others in the class both stagger where they stand, the two desperate girls jump to their feet, trying to assess the damage and see if they left any evidence on the floor.
However, with the classroom still shaking, and with all their sudden movements, it’s hard for them to regain their already fragile control. In fact, it is so hard that it becomes impossible, and both of them let out shrieks of horror, in almost perfect unison, as they begin to wet themselves completely.
Brittany’s knees buckle and her breathing is heavy as the liquid gushes out of her, soaking the front of her skirt and running down her legs, puddling on the floor beneath her with a loud, splashing sound. She can only look down and watch in horror, and nothing she does can stop it from coming out of her, not anymore. It's far too late to avoid being obvious, anyway.
Meanwhile, Megan tries desperately grabbing at herself, but her hand quickly grows soaked as she realizes that it's hopeless. She whimpers as her bladder cramps around itself, emptying onto the floor beneath her, soaking her clothes and her legs in the process. A large puddle begins to spread, and she knows that everyone must be watching her humiliate herself, but she can't bring herself to actually look up and face her classmates, much less her friend.
But it is while she's watching her puddle that she notices something, something that Brittany notices as well. Their puddles are spreading out so much that they run into each other and mingle, growing to one larger puddle.
That is when it dawns on them that the other is in the same situation, that they're both wetting themselves at the same time. However bad it may be for them, both are a little comforted knowing that their friend is in just as bad of a situation and won't be able to join in the ridiculing, and when their bladders are empty, Brittany and Megan make awkward eye contact, though neither says anything.
But neither does anyone in their class. In fact, everyone makes a point of looking away and pretending not to notice. Despite all their time spent dreading the humiliation, their classmates seem to be doing all they can to be respectful. Perhaps being put in this life or death situation has made an accident like this seem not as bad. Both girls can’t help but feel grateful that, at least for now, they aren’t being made to face any ridicule. |
He was glad that his brother had decided to go to a sleep over at Undyne's. It allowed him to have a quiet evening without having to worry about anything. There wasn't a lot of time that he got to relax and do what he wanted. Sans was finally able to enjoy having a night of drinking and watching bad movies. The amount of soda he would be drinking would make his brother very ticked at him.
The movies didn't keep his attention like he thought they would and kept sipping at his current can of pop. He sighed as he readjusted himself on the couch. There still wasn't much that he wanted to do other than keep laying down even if he was bored. Sans knew that he could really do anything that he wanted but, that would be way too much effort he would put into something. There was also something about just letting things happen around him and not caring.
Sans still couldn't bring himself to do anything else as a couple hours passed by and more cans joined his pile on the floor. His stomach felt a bit fuller than normal but, he brushed the feeling aside. It wasn't bothering that much so it wasn't something that he was going to get flustered over. He shifted onto his back and gently rubbed his ectobelly. There weren't a lot of times that he formed one since he was usually using his magic for other things. A shiver ran down his spine at the sudden increase of pressure and he removed his hand before anything bad happened.
It was strange that something as a stomach full of pop could feel good in anyway. He didn't know what to make of this new development and went back to drinking. Sans stared at the tv screen even though his mind wasn't on the movies playing. There were probably going to be other nights of him experimenting with this but, he would try to enjoy it now. He was going to have to be careful to avoid making a huge mess that his brother would notice when he got home. It was going to be a long night since he had a lot of pop that still needed to be drank.
There wasn't going to be anything extravagant about this session since it was just a test to see how he felt about it. He chugged another couple of cans and pressed down onto his stomach. His breath left him as he started to leak against his will. It felt warmer than anything he had felt in a while and forced himself to stop. Sans didn't want to ruin his clothes or couch but, he didn't think he would be able to move to a different spot even if he tried to teleport. It made his face flush a dark blue at the thought of his brother finding him and the couch soaking wet and questioning what he had done.
The thought made him burn in shame but, made him feel even better. There were only good things coming about from this and he hoped it stayed that way. He started panting as he alternated between pressing on his stomach and trying to hold himself. It felt like he was stuck in some kind of limbo but, he didn't want to get out of it. There still wasn't much that he was able to do even though he had found something more fun to do. The most he really did was roll over onto his stomach.
The movement made him groan and shove a hand into his crotch. He didn't think that it would have affected him this badly even though he was now constantly putting pressure on his stomach. It felt as wonderful as it was horrible. There was no way now that he was going to be able to drink anything more but, he didn't need to since he was definitely overfilled. Sans didn't know what he wanted more, his relief or pleasure. There was a split in his mind as there was in his body even though he wanted both.
Sans tried to hold himself tighter as he started leaking more. He couldn't really focus on anything other than trying not to have an accident. It was way more difficult than what he originally thought it would be and loved every second of his struggle. There was a constant leak that made a dark spot on his shorts. He hoped that it wasn't making a spot on the couch but, he couldn't make himself look.
Whines and moans made their way out of him were something that he normally would be embarrassed of but, he couldn't find it in himself to actually care. He was alone so it wasn't going to bother him any. Sans didn't think that he would be able to last much longer with all of his leaking. It made it feel like he was about to burst like a balloon even though he felt his hand was getting soaked. His shorts weren't soaking up anymore liquid and the pale blue liquid ran down to the cushion underneath his pelvis.
The cushion was going to have to be scrubbed deeply before he got any rest since the pale blue stood out against the light green fabric of the couch. He could feel his knees starting to get damp and it made him jump a bit. His bladder was jostled at the sudden movement and forced a large jet of urine out of him. It was more than any of the other spurts were and it made him nervous that he was getting to his limit. The spurts didn't stop and soaked the cushion quicker than before.
He felt like he was starting to bathe in his own waste since so much was coming out of him. There was nothing he could do against the flood that was starting and gripped himself tighter. It did nothing against all of the liquid rushing out of him and onto the couch. His mouth hung open as relief took over his mind and his pelvis was shoved into the cushion. There was nothing that he could compare the intense feeling of releasing everything. Sans didn't know how to deal with the onslaught of everything and felt saliva running down his chin from his lack of attention. His jaw was still open and allowing it to run freely. He still didn't mind it since he could clean it up later.
Sans groaned and writhed as he continued to soak himself. It took a couple of minutes before his stream finally tapered off and allowed him to recollect his thoughts. He looked underneath him at the mess he made and felt how wet his shirt and shorts were. It didn't feel like the worse thing but, he still kind of liked it. The couch cushion and part of the carpet were absolutely soaked with his pale blue urine. It made him feel slightly impressed by how much his small body could hold without him hurting himself. There was nothing he could do but, clean up the mess and go to bed. That could wait until later since he didn't really have the energy to put that much effort into something. |
Someone running through the halls of high school for fear of being late was hardly unusual. Hell, at this specific school, it wasn't even unique that this specific girl was a demon. Satanichia McDowell Kurumizawa, or just Satania, was rushing to her classroom early in the morning. The only way this could be more anime is if she had toast in her mouth. Well, she did originally bring some melon bread, but it was stolen by a dog on the way here.
With so much momentum, Satania barely slid through the doorway to the classroom without crashing into the metal frame. The teacher had yet to arrive, so the self-proclaimed future queen of hell could catch her breath, and talk to her friends in the back corner. Actually, "friend" was probably too strong a word, they were more like the only people that could stand to talk to her. One was the fellow demon Vignette April Tsukinose, and the failen angel Gabriel White Tenma.
"You're not usually this late, Satania," Vigne observed. "That's more of a Gabriel thing." The irony of the demon being better behaved than the angel was noted, it was just well-known and unspoken by this point.
"Woke up late," Satania panted. "Didn't even have time to grab coffee."
The words had just barely been heard when a steaming hot cup of coffee slid into view below Satania's chin. The sudden appearance of the drink was enough to make her jump back and yelp, which put its source into her vision. It was another angel, the radiant Raphiel Ainsworth Shiraha, Satania's biggest (and only) fan. Or maybe she was better described as an obsessive stalker, which explained the red-haired demon freaking out harder. "Here you go, Satania," Raphiel offered.
Satania was quick in putting some distance between them. "No way! You're probably trying to drug me with that!"
"Come on, I'm an angel. You really expect me to do something that morally deplorable?"
"Do you want an honest answer," Satania and Gabriel both replied.
"Not having caffeine is killer," Raphiel continued, conveniently ignoring the sentence prior. "You'll miss most class if you're too tired to pay attention."
Despite Raphiel's near-perfect record of messing with her, Satania was still tempted by the promise of a energizing beverage. The angel did have a point, without that wake-up, she'd be screwed out of learning, and she was on the verge of failing already, she couldn't really take that chance. Also, it was an offering to her superior, she couldn't resist that kind of worship. "Very well. Hand it over."
Raphiel gave the styrofoam cup up, and at first, Satania sipped it. Then it didn't take long before she gulped the rest of it down. Life in a fire and brimstone Hell probably dulled her sense of heat. "Your sacrifice is appreciated, angel. You may live another day." She left the room's corner and sat down in her seat towards the center.
This was the sort of game Vignette and Gabriel had gotten used to seeing, so now the outsider goal was attempting to guess Raphiel's trick. "If you put some weird flavor in that, you wasted your time," Vignette reminded. "Satania's taste deaf, remember?"
"This one isn't going to be so short-term." The school bell rang to mark the beginning of class, catching Raphiel's attention. "I need to run to my class! Let me know how this goes!" She dashed out of the room, out of sight.
Vignette was very confused. "Raphi doesn't usually play things large-scale, especially if she won't be able to witness her own handiwork. What do you think she's getting at?"
"Whatever," Gabriel offered with her usual level of energy. "So long as it's entertaining." Not that she would witness what would unfold, as her face crashed into the desk shortly after, snoring and all. Right as their strict teacher entered through the front door. Which meant Gabriel would be punished now, before the mystery trouble Satania would suffer later. Maybe Gab was right, this might be fun to watch.
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Well, whatever Raphiel spiked the coffee with, it was taking effect now, somewhere past an hour later. Actually, Satania wasn't sure if the angel did indeed intentionally screw with her, the result would probably be the same either way. Waking up late meant the devil not only missed breakfast entirely, but had yet to answer other business calls, one in particular that caffeine had only made worse. In simpler terms, now Satania needed to pee something fierce.
But it wouldn't be so bad. She just had to last until homeroom was over and use the bathroom between classes. How much longer was that, she asked as she looked at the clock. 30 minutes, turned out. "Aw hell." Given how her bladder felt already, as in really painful, her chances of lasting that long were slim, to say the least.
"No, why are you worried," she criticized to herself. "You are Satanichia McDowell Kurumizawa, the future queen of Hell. The mere idea of having an accident is so far beneath you, it's not even worth entertaining. You're going to come out of this just fine." She smiled confidently, it was a strong argument.
She had whispered all that previous stuff, but maybe not quietly enough. Now the other students were looking at her, unsure of what exactly she had said, so they were whispering their theories to each other. That was already pretty embarrassing, but there was something much worse, she didn't even need to look. Their terrifying teacher was looking right at her, tranquil fury for interrupting class. She couldn't even make eye contact with him, even ignoring that he wore sunglasses, she already apologized. "I'll be quiet," she meekly answered while hanging her head.
That mental surrender also had a negative effect on her fortitude. Suddenly, now that she had backed down, her desperation was looking much worse already. Her bladder continued stinging, and harsher this time, forcing a light whine out of the demon. Maybe she should really consider the very real possibility that she might wet herself at some point.
A point that might be coming soon. As her mind wandered, her concentration slipped, allowing just the slightest bit of slack, enough for a tiny little leak to find its way out. That sensation caused Satania to yelp and freeze as she slammed her legs together to keep it from getting any worse. Obviously she couldn't see, but she could imagine how bad it looked on her mostly-white panties.
Okay, she had suffered enough, class had to be just about over by now. Like 3 minutes left...or 28. "What? How is that possible?" That settled it, she had a better chance of Hell freezing over than being able to hold it, time to come up with an alternate solution. Would she dare to raise her hand and ask permission to leave? No way, she was not a model student, or even an acceptable one, the teacher would not grant that privilege. So what else was there? Now the demon was panicking, expressing it by picking at her bat clip and playing with her hair loops. She'd probably be chewing on one of them, if they could reach her mouth.
Then another idea hit her. "I'm a dumbass." Satanichia McDowell Kurumizawa was the most fearsome, evil, and terrifying demon these foolish humans would ever witness. It would only be fitting if she were to do something against the rules. Her earlier outbursts had faded from the class consciousness, but as Satania slammed her desk and stood up, attention was back on her. She looked nervous, with a visible blush and wavering mouth, but she still spoke energetically and in control. "I'm leaving to use the bathroom, and I'm not asking permission!" With no sense of shame, she gripped the front flap of her skirt and ran out of the room.
The objective, measurable distance from the classroom to the bathroom wasn't terrible, but it felt so much longer and more painful to the demon experiencing a special type of hell. The only comfort was that everyone else was in class, so there was no one to witness her fall. More spurts were finding their way into her underwear, finally hitting the point where it could no longer be contained by the thin fabric. Any more, it'd find its way down her legs and soak into her socks.
By the time she reached the girl's room, Satania was at her limit. She staggered through the door, ready to rush into the nearest stall. In the hurry, she briefly registered that she was not alone, that wouldn't bother her, a dreaded demon didn't have a shy bladder. But for one moment, she recognized the other girl had white hair, and suddenly she was paralyzed. Standing at the sink, washing her hands, was Raphiel, like she had been expecting the entrance. "You needed to use the bathroom, Satania?"
One part of Satania's instincts was to continue on the path and run into a stall before it was too late, but her self-preservation, the side that won out, screamed to get away. The demon backed into the wall behind them, still holding her skirt, gaining some distance on the cruel angel. "You planned all of this, didn't you?! This was all a master scheme, and you're going to do something even worse now!"
Raphiel smiled, but that was hardly a good sign. "Do you really think I'm some kind of mastermind? This was nothing more than a fruitful coincidence." The inclusion of the word "fruitful" was probably the worst thing she could have said, and she probably intended it that way. The angel didn't move, but Satania was trying to sidle out the door, terror in her eyes, legs shaking for more reason than one. She could run to the next girl's room, or maybe the next door boy's room, the bushes outside, anywhere rather than here.
Well, at least she could claim it was because of fear. It'd be lying, but she could say fear was the reason she starting wetting herself, instead of just not being able to hold anymore. Also, Raphiel left the sink faucet running, that sound certainly didn't help matters. So now, a solid stream of pee was flowing from under her plaid skirt onto the floor, collecting in the gaps between the tiles and spreading out through the gaps. The front of her skirt was too close, getting dyed a darker red, and a third track of urine flowed down her legs, into her black socks.
Satania was mortified, to put it mildly, anyone would be. The only release of anger she had was that there was someone she could blame it on. Raphiel had filled up her bladder with that coffee, Raphiel had prevented her from getting to the toilet in time, Raphiel had scared her right at the end, it was all the fault of the angels. And that angel was watching the worst moment of her life with intent. "Oh, that's a real shame, Satania. Sorry you didn't make it. Anything you want me to do?"
The future queen of Hell wanted to tell her to get out, express her anger in its full fury, but that would waste time. Instead, she ran into the nearest stall, still taking the chance to lock the door, and slammed herself down on the toilet seat. She didn't bother to take her clothes off now, how much more damage could it do? Actually, quite a bit, there was still a lot of fabric that had remained dry that was now getting a thorough soaking.
Even by the time she finished, and the splashing below ceased, Satania didn't feel any better. Maybe physically, but it was more than canceled out by the awful feeling in her chest. And on her crotch. She was wet, warm and cooling fast, smelled awful, and of course, with no way to clean up or change. And it was still early, she'd have to sit in wet clothes for 4 more hours while dealing with stares and mocking from everyone else. The front and back of her skirt was darkened almost all the way up, and her panties were yellowed, the white and purple stripes equally. She'd never admit it, but all alone in the stall, she started to cry.
After some time passed, with no sense of scale to tell the exact time, someone else entered the bathroom. More than one, actually. Satania hoped they'd just ignore her, but of course, someone knocked on her door. "Satania, are you alright?" The voice wasn't judging, it was the soft, comforting tones of fellow demon Vignette.
At least she had a peer to find solidarity in. "What am I supposed to do? I'm wet and disgusting, I can't go out like this!"
Satania couldn't make it out, but there was bickering outside the thin metal walls, too quiet to hear specifics. Until someone spoke up, identifying the other intruder was Gabriel. "No, I wear this thing! I don't want it covered in piss!"
"Fine, I'll do your laundry to clean it," Vignette bargained. "Just give it up."
Gabriel grumbled, and before long, her pink sweatshirt draped over the stall door. "There, cover yourself with that. You owe me now."
Satania felt the comfy fabric of the coat, recognizing that this was a nice gesture, even if it was done under duress. But the other students in the class already saw her run out, if they saw her wearing this around her waist, they'd put it together and nothing would be accomplished. It wasn't enough, but the angel had the real solution. Without cleaning herself up, Satania burst out of the stall, reaching for Gabriel. "Give me the horn!"
"The hell are you doing?!"
"The First Trumpet of the Apocalypse! No one can ever know Satanichia McDowell Kurumizawa, future queen of Hell, pissed herself!" She shook down the little angel as Vignette did her best to pry them apart. She couldn't leave anyone alone without them doing something stupid. |
The Turnabout Toilet
Ace Attorney fanfiction by MasterXploder
(Note: May or may not contain minor spoilers to Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice)
As the newest member of the Wright Anything Agency, Athena Cykes was determined to prove herself. Working under the legendary Phoenix Wright was no small honor, but even a year into her job, she still needed to keep her skills as an attorney sharp. That meant hitting the books every day, taking cases that seemed impossible to win, always believing in her client, and finding her smile no matter how bleak things looked.
“Ugh, I think you might have shortened my lifespan by about ten years today alone.”
Most importantly, it meant not being dead. She was particularly having trouble with that one today.
“Sounds like my latest trick is gonna be a real crowd-pleaser, then!” said the cheerful girl next to her.
Athena looked over at Trucy Wright, magician extraordinaire and adopted daughter of Phoenix. For someone who had just spent most of the morning and afternoon rehearsing for another magic show, she did not look any worse for wear, a far cry from the look of exhaustion and stress on Athena’s face. Then again, she wasn’t the one on the receiving end of the more experimental and dangerous tricks.
“Yeah, it’s gonna be a good one,” said Athena, forcing a smile. “In fact, I think it’s so good that we don’t even need to test it anymore, just perform it as is.”
“No way!” Trucy put her arms up and gave a determined look. “I gotta stay at the top of my game if I’m gonna keep bringing in the crowds.”
“But your next show isn’t for another couple weeks.”
“I know that, but have you seen my competition? It’s getting fierce out there. One guy combined a lion and tiger into a liger without hiding anything behind a wall!”
It was worth a try, thought Athena. “So that’s why you’ve been so fired up lately. I never took you for a girl with a competitive streak.”
“Well, it’s not so much being competitive,” said Trucy, “But I need my shows to be a hit, not just for money or fame, but to make sure the Gramarye magician legacy lives on through me.” She tipped her hat and stood in a pose.
Despite her weariness, Athena giggled a little bit. With the many pants-wettingly scary magic tricks she kept getting put through, it was easy for Athena to forget that Trucy was a sweet girl at heart. Her desire to always try her best and do it with a smile was something Athena could relate to, and part of why they got along so well.
“That reminds me,” said Trucy, crossing her arms and looking away in thought. “Do you think we should also have the box on fire for that trick? Might just give it that little extra pizzazz it needs.”
“Nope, absolutely not!” Athena frantically waved her hands. “I think it has all the pizzazz it needs already.” Plus I’d like my funeral to be open-casket, thank you very much!
“Hmm, I guess I’ll think it over later.” Trucy glanced around the street. “Say, when is the bus going to be here again?”
Athena found herself looking at the road as well. They were standing at the bus stop near the Penrose Theater, with nary a vehicle to be seen, let alone the city buses.
Athena looked at her watch. “Let’s see, according to this and the normal schedule, the next bus should be here…” She looked back at Trucy with a frown. “Twenty minutes ago.”
“Yeesh, how long have we been waiting here?”
Athena’s frown grew deeper. “About forty, give or take.”
“Seriously?” Trucy blinked a couple times. “Wow, they are really behind schedule today.”
“Sometimes, I wonder if the driver even knows they’re on a schedule to begin with.”
“Yeah. It really stinks that daddy took the car to see some friends today.”
“I hear that.” Athena nodded. “Much as I like hanging out with you, spending my entire afternoon at a bus stop is not exactly what I had in mind for today.” I wish I could say that was my only reason, too, she mentally added while her legs shifted ever so slightly.
After being put through several magic tricks, many of which she believed would be the last thing she ever did, all Athena wanted to do was get back to the office and away from her personal nightmare. In hindsight, passing up the bathroom on the way out was not the brightest decision she could have made, especially when she felt the urge to go even back then. Her bladder continued to remind her of such as they had waited.
“I wish I could say that was the only problem.” Trucy lowered her head to the ground.
Whoa, deja vu? “A problem? What’s wrong, got somewhere you need to be?” Athena’s smile turned devious. “Don't tell me Trucy’s found herself a date. Better hope your dad doesn't find out!”
“It's not a date!” said a red-faced Trucy. “I just… may have forgotten to visit the little magician’s room before we left the theater.”
“Oh,” said Athena in disappointment. “That’s not nearly as scandalous.”
“It will be if I can’t get back to the office soon.”
Now that she had brought it up, Athena noticed the subtle cues of desperation on Trucy, from the fidgeting of her legs to the wiggle in her hips. I guess when you’re that focused on one thing, you tend to forget important stuff like that.
“Well, at least you’re not the only one with that problem,” said Athena.
“Wait, you gotta pee, too?”
“Yep, and I’m gonna guess you gotta go as bad as I do right now.”
“And how bad is that?”
Athena gulped. “Bad.”
“Yikes, talk about going from bad to worse. It makes me wish I could call for a cab or something.”
Athena perked up and chastised herself for not thinking of this earlier. “Wait, you have a phone, right? Then let’s call for a cab. I bet it’d be quicker than the bus anyway.”
Trucy’s lowered head said it all, but she spoke anyway. “I would have, but I forgot my phone today.”
“Darn, I guess that would’ve been too easy.”
“Sorry about that,” said Trucy.
“It’s fine. At least you didn’t leave your entire purse behind like I did. I still can’t believe I did something like that.” Then again, it’s easy to forget when a certain someone is practically pushing you out the door to help them rehearse.
“So what do we do now? We can’t call a taxi, but who knows when the next bus will show up?” At this point, Trucy had begun lightly bouncing on her feet and frowning. Perhaps her bladder felt that little bit heavier with the easy option removed, Athena assumed.
“Well,” started Athena, idly flicking her earring, “I guess if it gets bad enough, we could always double back to the theater. You can still get in whenever you want, right?”
“Yeah, I can,” said Trucy, “But what if we leave to do that, and the bus shows up then?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’d rather miss the bus than ride home in wet undies. Besides, if it turns out they’re not running today or something, I’m sure the theater has a phone we can use to call Mr. Wright.”
Athena’s words worked as she had hoped, for Trucy found her smile again. “There you go, showing off that lawyering logic again, Athena!”
The surprise compliment put a bit of pink of Athena’s face. “H-hey, I just like to have a backup plan in case of emergency, that’s all.”
“Really? Seems like every time I see you in court, you’re always winging it like there’s no tomorrow.”
Well, the inflated ego was nice while it lasted, thought Athena.
Trucy’s eyes drifted towards the road again when her mouth suddenly opened in elation. “Athena, look!”
Athena already heard the loud engine, but she turned regardless. After waiting for who knows how long, the city bus was finally turning the corner and pulling up to their stop.
“Finally!” said Athena, “I was starting to think they forgot about this stop.”
“Looks like we won’t need to go back to the theater after all, huh?”
“I’m not complaining one bit about that.” Athena felt her body relax a bit as the bus pulled up in front of them. It may have been a while, but now she knew they would be on their way to relief soon. It was not a long ride back to the office, she could definitely hold it even if it wouldn’t be the most comfortable ride home. As long as she didn’t have to go back to that nightmare of a theater. Nothing could be worse than there.
Worst. Bus ride. Ever.
Even with a bus filled with other people, Athena couldn’t stop herself from rocking side to side in her seat with her hands in her lap. What she had hoped would be a quick ride back to the agency turned out to be a lengthy test of her endurance. There was the detour due to some road work, then came the bumps in the road giving her bladder a constant jolt, and then a flat tire on top of that. If not for the constant pressure between her legs, Athena swore she could have walked back to the office faster than this.
“H-how much longer do we have now?,” said Trucy.
Athena looked over to Trucy and found that she was not faring any better than her. Her hand was firmly placed between her legs, with her purse on her lap to hide this from any onlookers. There was little she could do to hide the bouncing foot or the occasional lip-biting, however.
“I think we’re almost there now. Do you think you can hold out?”
Trucy turned her head to Athena’s where her frown was fully visible. “I don’t know. I… I think I’m hitting my limit now. If we, um, can’t get back in time, what are we gonna do?”
Wow, she’s really worried. Seeing Trucy genuinely frown was such a rare occurrence that it always tugged on Athena’s heart.
Athena rested her hand on Trucy’s leg. “Hey, hey, don’t even think about that. You can make it through this. You just gotta hold on a little longer, alright?”
“I’ll… I’ll do my best,” said Trucy, finding her smile again. “How are you holding out?”
“Me? I’m doing alright. I can manage it,” said Athena with a tenuous grin.
“I’m gonna burst!”
“What was that?” asked Trucy, her eyebrow raised.
“Nothing! Nothing at all!” Athena laughed nervously and looked away. “Pipe down, Widget!” she whispered to the computer in her necklace. Now was certainly not the time for it to be blabbing about her secrets in public. Staying positive about her situation was one of the few things keeping her from wetting herself, and admitting she wasn’t doing so well either might end up being the crack that bursts the dam.
“That doesn’t sound like ‘nothing at all’ to me,” said Trucy.
“Um, well…” Athena scratched her chin while thinking up an excuse, but none would come to her. Come on, Athena, think of something!
“Gatewater Hotel, Eldoon’s Noodles cart temporary location, and Wright Anything Agency, next stop!”
The bus driver’s voice may as well have come from an angel, such was the sound of that news. “Finally! Come on, Trucy, we have some business to take care of on the double!”
“I don’t like how he put our office last on that list,” remarked Trucy.
“Pee now, complain later,” said Athena as she stood up and pulled on the stop cord. The shifting weight on her bladder made her wince in discomfort, she maybe had minutes left before an emergency trip to the cleaners would be needed. A whimper from Trucy when she got up left Athena to guess she was the same way.
The moment the bus pulled to a stop and the doors opened, Athena and Trucy rushed out and towards the agency. Both girls had their hands firmly on their groins and their legs pressed together as they ran, their desperation had progressed too far to allow them any modesty.
They soon reached the front door to the office and huddled around it, with Trucy frantically searching through her purse for her keys and then trying to insert them in the lock.
“Come on, hurry!” urged Athena.
“Don’t stress me, this is bad enough as it is!” said Trucy as the key continued to miss the target.
“Oh come on, you get out of traps in your show way worse than this!”
“I’ve never had to with a full bladder before.” Trucy kept fumbling with the key until it finally entered the lock. “Oh, thank the stars!”
“Atta girl, get that door open!” cheered Athena.
The front door swung open hard enough to probably leave a dent in the wall as Athena and Trucy ran inside. The waiting room was as messy as ever, but the path to the bathroom was fortunately clear.
Athena felt joy at first seeing that relief was just a few meters away. However, the closer she got to the bathroom door, the more she realized that the other desperate girl was closer to it than her. It was taking nearly all her strength to hold her urine back at this point, but to have to stand outside the toilet that extra couple minutes while listening to Trucy doing the one thing she would love to do more than anything right now? There was no way she would not have an accident that way.
The obvious answer would be to ask to go first, but Athena wondered if Trucy was at that same level of desperation. If Athena went first, would she walk outside to find Trucy standing in a puddle, her boots and undies ruined and her face flowing with tears? She knew that would be far from a nice thing to do a good friend of hers.
But as another wave hit her and the faint feeling of wetness registered in her panties, any thoughts of proper manners and being a nice person immediately evaporated from Athena’s mind. Friendship be damned, I have to pee!
“Oh man, this is gonna feel so good,” said Trucy, her hand reaching towards the doorknob.
“Hold it!”
Trucy jumped back as Athena slammed her hand on the bathroom door.
“B-but I really gotta pee,” whined Trucy.
“Sorry, Trucy, but I think I should be the one who gets to use the bathroom first,” said Athena with a coy smile as she reached for the doorknob.
“What? Why do you get to go first?”
“Um, well,” Athena’s eyes darted back and forth. “Because, uh, seniority! Yeah, age before beauty and all that.”
Trucy pouted and put her arms up. “But, but I’ve been part of the agency way longer than you have. That gives me seniority over you!”
Dammit, I wasn’t expecting her to counter me. “M-maybe so, but this is a law office first and foremost, so we attorneys get top bathroom priority.”
“And why haven’t I heard about this before?”
“Because they’re secret privileges!” Athena gave her biggest bull-eating grin.
Trucy bit her lip for a moment. “W-well, if it wasn’t for my magic shows helping fund the agency, you wouldn’t have an office to use your secret lawyer privileges in the first place!”
Gah, low blow, Trucy, Athena mentally reeled, but I can go lower! “Say Trucy, do you remember who helped prove you innocent when you were framed for murder?”
At this, Trucy visibly balked, looking much like the rest of the crew whenever their arguments in court would get crushed. “Um, uh, b-but…!”
Yes, victory! Were both her hands not occupied, Athena would have done a fist pump to celebrate. Instead, she kept one hand between her legs and the other turning the knob.
“Wait a second!” Trucy slammed her hand on the door.
“What now?” No way she could have thought of something to top that.
“Do you remember who helped bail you out when you forgot to bring your l-lady stuff to court and it was your special day?”
Now it was Athena’s turn to be gobsmacked. “Y-y-you promised to never speak of that again!”
“Traitor!” yelled Widget.
One could almost see sparks flying as the girls stared daggers at each other, their hands remaining on the door and between their legs. Athena knew she didn’t have long before her strength would fail, yet Trucy was just as adamant as her.
This isn’t good. She’s learned too much about counter-arguing from Mr. Wright, thought Athena. Looks like I have no choice but to start playing dirty.
“Look out, someone’s trying to break in!” Athena pointed straight behind Trucy and put on her best look of faux-shock.
“Wait, what!?” Trucy immediately looked behind her.
Gotcha now! As quickly as the magician had turned around, Athena mustered up as much strength as she could spare and shoved Trucy, sending her stumbling away from the door with a yelp. Thanking her lucky stars that she was already standing on the side with the doorknob, Athena turned the knob and swung the door open.
At last, the toilet was in her sight, along with the rest of the agency’s cramped bathroom, just a little more than big enough for someone to maneuver themselves onto the seat. Already, Athena was reaching below her skirt to get at her leggings and underwear as she took a step inside.
“Oh no you don’t!”
A gloved hand latched onto Athena’s shoulder with a death grip, and she suddenly felt herself being yanked back into the waiting room. She might never understand where Trucy gets her strength.
Just as she had recovered, Athena noticed Trucy heading inside the bathroom, her hand reaching towards the door to shut it and doom Athena to a very wet fate. Without thinking, she grabbed Trucy’s hand and tugged hard. It was not enough to pull her backwards, but it did force Trucy down onto her knees from being brought to a sudden stop.
“Eep!” gasped Trucy.
Athena wondered for a moment if she had leaked from the impact, but now was not the time to ponder. She stepped around Trucy and turned her back to the toilet, but just as she thought she was home clear, Trucy was already back on her feet and wrapping her arms around her with all the strength she could muster.
Thus began a grappling match between the two girls in the cramped bathroom, with each of them trying to maneuver themselves onto the toilet. As soon as one girl got close, they would be turned away and the wrestling would start all over again.
“Come on, Athena, just let me use the toilet!” said Trucy, “You already wear yellow clothes, nobody’s gonna notice a little extra color on them!”
“No way!” responded Athena, “You’re a magician, you can just magic the pee off your outfit!”
“It doesn’t work that way! Just pee in the sink if you have to go that bad!”
“There’s nothing supporting that thing, it’ll break if I sat on it!”
“Then it sounds like it’s time to start a diet!”
“Why you little…!”
Anger clouding her judgment, Athena jerked Trucy to the side and out of her grip. Unfortunately, she had done so in the wrong direction, sending her straight onto the toilet with an “oof!” instead of out the door. Athena’s heart sank upon seeing her rival sitting on the throne instead of her. Did… did I just lose?
“Aah!” gasped Trucy.
For a split second, Athena wondered if Trucy has bruised something from her landing, until she head the sound of something splashing into the bowl. A very liquidy sound, the sound she had been hoping to make while on the toilet herself.
“Oooh man,” Trucy exhaled. It was at that moment Athena realized Trucy had not removed her underwear, meaning that whatever was leaking had to be leaving a rather wet spot there.
Perhaps out of sympathy or because she was hearing the noises of tinkling, Athena felt the dampness of her own underwear growing. She was out of time, and the one safe place to pee was occupied… or was it?
“Trucy, scoot back!” Athena found herself saying before her brain could process it.
“Huh? R-right!” said Trucy, snapping out of the shock of her leaking. She scooted her backside until her back was pressed up against the tank, her legs spread as far as they go. Her panties, light blue to match her hat and cape, were visible to Athena along with the wet spot and the urine leaking out, going from a few drops to a light trickle from the scoot. By some miracle, her skirt was not underneath her, sparing it from the smelly and staining liquid.
But Athena had no time to take this in, her leaking was only getting worse. She turned around and put her hands underneath her skirt. With not even the time to pull down her leggings and panties, white with blue stripes like her shirt and tie, they were already getting soaked regardless, she simply pulled them as tight as she could across her groin and sat as far forward as possible right as the last of her strength gave out.
The bathroom then turned into a symphony hall of sorts, such were the number of noises emanating from it. The strongest was the sound of hissing and crashing water from two powerful streams, one directly hitting the water while the other landing just above it, along with all the loose drops coming from the fabric caught in the crossfire. Just as impressive were the noises of relief produced by the girls atop the toilet. Trucy attempted to preserve some modesty, but could not stop the occasional hum and sigh from leaving her throat. Athena, however, was more than happy to let the world know how good it felt to finally pee, for she moaned and made declarations of “so good” like nobody’s business. If she hadn’t, Widget would have likely done it for her anyway.
The awkwardness was ever present during their potty time, regardless. Neither girl could hide the blush on their face from being in close contact with each other while handling their business. An uncomfortable warmth had spread across their bottoms, drenching their panties perhaps irreparably. The smell of two full bladder’s worth of urine invaded their nostrils. Trucy’s back and Athena’s thighs began to feel sore from the minute or so that they spent tinkling in their strange positions. But even with all this, the sheer pleasure of finally letting go overpowered the embarrassment.
Until their streams began to run dry, that is. As their pee diminished into light trickles and then to a few drops, both girls came down from their high and into the uncomfortable silence that followed. The reality of their actions had begun to settle in, especially the events outside the bathroom door.
“A-Athena,” whimpered Trucy.
“T-Trucy…” responded Athena in kind, continuing to look ahead to hide the growing moisture in her eyes.
“I’m sooo sorryyyy!” Trucy wrapped her arms around Athena’s stomach and rested her head on her shoulder. Athena felt teardrops landing on her shirt soon after.
“Me toooooo!” cried Athena, letting the tears flow.
“I don’t know what came over me, but I said all those mean things and I didn’t want to, I just really had to goooo!”
“I never should have used your arrest as leverage, I’m a horrible friend!”
“I broke my promise to never talk about your special day mishap!”
“I played a mean trick on you so I could tinkle first!”
The blubbering went on for a while until they ran out of things to say, at which point the crying eventually softened into sniffling and then silence again.
“So… are we still friends?” Trucy was first to speak.
Athena nodded and smiled. “Yeah, friends.”
“Oh, I’m so glad to hear that!” Trucy hugged Athena tighter, straining her breathing.
“H-hey, Trucy,” said Athena.
“Yes?”
“I like the love, but I feel pretty gross right now.”
At this, Trucy removed her arms from Athena’s waist. “Me too. Let’s get cleaned up.”
Neither girl spoke over the next couple minutes as they went to work cleaning up, having to remove their underwear one at a time due to the cramped space. Athena took longer with hers, as she had to remove her shoes and leggings first and then put them back on. They still felt damp, but the fabric was thin enough that it would dry soon, and it wasn’t like she could go without them anyway. When all was said and done, Trucy and Athena stared at the two stained pairs of underwear resting on the sink.
“So what are we gonna do about these?” asked Athena.
“Just leave that to me.” Trucy picked up the panties by their edges with one hand. She held out her other hand and a pair of large heart-patterned panties appeared in it. Giving a smile like she was performing, she tossed the dirty undies into the clean pair, tapped it three times with her free hand, and then the panties vanished in a puff of smoke.
“I bet that trick has come in handy for you more than a few times,” Athena chuckled.
“Don’t I know it.” Trucy giggled as well. “I’ll take care of these back at my place. Now all we have to do is walk back to our homes, put on clean underwear, and nobody will ever be the wiser.”
Athena beamed. “It’s the perfect crime. I like the way you think, girl!”
“I might not be a lawyer, but I’ve learned a thing or two watching you all work,” said Trucy while she opened the bathroom door.
Athena stepped outside and said, “Better be careful with how much you learn. I doubt your dad would be happy if he found out he accidentally raised a criminal.”
“Hee hee, I think daddy would still try to prove me innocent no matter what.”
“Yeah, he is a big softy for his family when you get down to it,” said Athena. “So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Guess so,” nodded Trucy.
“Hold it!”
Athena and Trucy nearly jumped out of their skins at the male voice. Standing at the front door was none other than Phoenix Wright, and he did not look particularly happy.
“B-boss!?” said Athena.
“Daddy!?” said Trucy.
“There you are!” said Phoenix, “I’ve been trying to call you two for the last couple hours now. Why weren’t you picking up?”
A drop of sweat formed on Athena’s head as she glanced towards the desk where her purse laid. Maybe it was the fact that she was going commando at the moment, but she found it strangely difficult to make eye contact with her boss. “Um, we just kinda forgot to bring our phones along with us, that’s all,” she mumbled.
To Athena’s comfort, Phoenix’s look of anger fell away with a sigh. “Well, at least you’re both okay. We have more important things to worry about right now.”
“We do? Like what?” asked Athena.
Phoenix adopted a more serious demeanor and walked towards his desk. “You remember I said I was visiting some friends of mine today? Turns out one of them was arrested and charged with murder, and I’ve got a hunch they’re innocent.”
“Uh oh, s-sounds like you should get investigating right away, boss,” said Athena, her tone sounding forced.
“Right, and I’m gonna need you to come along, too,” said Phoenix while he rummaged through his desk.
“Wuh-what!?” Sweat immediately formed on Athena’s brow. “But, um, wouldn’t you rather have me help Trucy practice her magic?”
“No can do, Athena.” Phoenix pulled his magatama from a desk drawer and put it in his pocket. “This is a good buddy of mine, and they deserve as much help as we can give them.”
“B-but…” The pupils of Athena’s eyes shrank as the reality dawned on her.
Meanwhile, Trucy was attempting to keep her smile up. “Well, looks like you two are gonna be busy. I guess I’ll just go home and think up magic stuff for the night.”
“Actually, you might want to come along too, Trucy,” said Phoenix.
The grin immediately shattered into shock. “Wuh-what!? But why?”
“I don’t know that much myself, but from what I’ve heard, the murder victim was apparently a magician. I have a feeling we’re gonna need your expertise on this.”
“But my show!”
Phoenix shook his head. “Sorry, sweetie, but you’re gonna have to make time for this. I’ll let you get back to practicing as soon as I can, alright?”
“But, but!”
“We don’t have time to argue,” said Phoenix. “Visiting hours at the detention center are almost over, and we still have a crime scene to look at after that. I’ll wait for you two out in the car. Get what you need and let’s get going. We've got a case to solve!” He turned around and went outside, leaving the two girls to stand there utterly dumbfounded.
“I…” Athena tried to speak with the dread building up inside her. “I have to go outside…”
“And talk to a client,” continued Trucy.
“And then investigate a crime scene…”
“All while wearing a skirt…”
The girls slowly turned their heads toward each other with horrified looks.
“With no underwear!?” they both said as one.
A cool breeze blew in from an open window and ruffled their skirts, further cementing the grave predicament the girls found themselves in.
“Oh man, I don’t know if I can find my smile for this,” whined Athena.
“I really shouldn’t have poofed away my magic panties,” said Trucy. “Daddy’s gonna kill me if he finds out about this.”
“I just hope we don’t have to climb a ladder,” said Athena.
“Or a step-ladder,” added Widget.
(Author's Note: With thanks to Captain L for editing. Also, how I managed to crank this out with the new Zelda game in my possession, I will never know.) |
Yes the title is uncreative but whatever your objection is invalid.
OK, so why the fuck are there absolutely no Pirates of the Caribbean omo stories out there, at all!? Seriously what is wrong with some people...I am rectifying that right here, right now! The first POTC omorashi story EVER (at least the first one made public, I don't know what people have written and kept to themselves). I am makin' history, dudes. It takes place during the second film, and as requested by LucyVersion2.0, there will be slash. Anyways, on with the first part.
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"Lord Beckett. The prisoner as ordered, sir." The Port Royal guard addressed his Cutler as he escorted Will Turner into the headquarters. Will was understandably agitated; he was supposed to be having a wedding today, and yet this whole legal thing with Jack Sparrow had to come up.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow," Will heard that annoying voice in his head and saw that satisfied smirk. He blinked a couple of times to shake himself out of it. Now was not the time to think about that pirate idiot who had gotten him and Elizabeth into this mess. Granted, had it not been for that pirate adventure Will and Elizabeth may not have bonded as much as they did, but that wasn't important right now.
Cutler Beckett gestured toward the manacles the guards had put Will in when all this had started. "That won't be necessary," he said. So, the guard removed them as Beckett poured some liquor into a glass. For some reason, this action made Will feel slightly uncomfortable, though he couldn't quite place why. He didn't have much time to ponder it though, as Beckett had started to discuss the current issue.
"The East India Trading Company has need of your services. We wish for you to act as our agent in a business transaction with our mutual friend: Captain Sparrow."
Friend? Ha. As if. That dude was more annoying than fucking Barbossa, and that was saying something.
"More acquaintance than friend," Will concluded out loud. "How do you know him?"
"We've had dealings in the past," Beckett answered. "And we've each left our mark...on the other."
Mark? "What mark did he leave on you?"
"By your efforts Jack Sparrow was set free. I would like you to go to him, and recover a certain property in his possession."
"Recover. At the point of a sword?"
"Bargain!" Beckett answered as a walked over to a table with a wooden box on it. Opening it, he continued. "Letters of Marque. You will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free, a privateer in the employ of England."
Really? First of all, Will was annoyed beyond belief that he had to go talk to Jack again, after being 90% sure he was done with seeing that guy. And secondly, things were probably not going to go the way Beckett expected. "Somehow I doubt Jack will consider employment the same as being free," he said.
"Freedom. Jack Sparrow is a dying breed. The world is shrinking, the blank pages of the map filled in. Jack must find his place in the new world or perish. Not unlike you, Mister Turner. You and your fiancee face the hangman's noose."
"So you get Jack and the Black Pearl."
"The Black Pearl?"
"The property you want that he possesses."
"A ship? Hardly. The item in question's considerably smaller and far more valuable. Something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times. A compass. Ah, you know it. Bring back that Compass, or there's no deal." Beckett sipped on his liquor, again giving Will that strange discomfort he felt earlier.
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Will had decided that before leaving, he should find Elizabeth in the prison she was being kept in and fill her in on the deal he made with Beckett. After doing so and promising he would marry her upon returning, he set off for Tortuga to find Jack. Ugh, this was not fun. And things were made even less fun when Will realized too late that the weird feeling he had earlier was because he had to pee. But by this point he was already a few miles out of port, so he saw little point in turning back. Besides, he had the world's shyest bladder, so he wasn't in the mood for using any public bathroom. He decided he'd wait till he got home...or something like that.
Upon reaching Tortuga, Will encountered a group of people who were happy to answer about Jack.
"Captain Jack Sparrow? Owes me four doubloons. Heard he was dead," a sailor responded.
"Singapore. That's what I heard," a fisherman added. "Drunk with a smile on his face. Sure as the tide, Jack Sparrow...will turn up in Singapore."
"Jack Sparrow!" a blonde girl by the name of Giselle explained.
"I haven't seen him in a month," said her redhead friend Scarlett.
"When you find him, will you give him a message?" Giselle asked Will before slapping his face. The impact jarred his bladder slightly so he took a couple steps to calm it down before consulting a shrimper on the dock, who was mending nets for his next catch.
"Cannot say about Jack Sparrow. But dere's a island, just south of de straits, where I trade spice for...mmm...delicious long pork. Cannot say about Jack. But you find a ship dere. A ship wit' black sails." From there the two set off for Cannibal Island, the supposed location of Jack's Black Pearl. By this point, Will was becoming more aggravated by being constantly surrounded by water, but he wasn't terribly desperate yet, so it wasn't too big of a deal. He just had to tap his foot casually on the ride there, nothing more.
"My brother will take you ashore," the shrimper explained, and said brother started to row Will toward the shore of the island, only to suddenly stop.
"What's wrong?" Will asked him. The beach is right there."
"Ne bougeais pas, c'est trop dangereux," the shrimper's brother answered.
"What?" Will had never learned French. He was a poor blacksmith, after all.
"Je ne peux, c'est trop dangereux, j'avais le dit. Bon voyage, monsieur." This left Will to have to swim ashore himself. Aargh, this was not ideal right now. His strokes grew rather awkward as he had to cross his legs underwater.
After what felt like an eternity, he reached the shore of the damned island and climbed up onto the beach by the Black Pearl. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and shifted slightly to stave off the urge to piss.
Once he felt more comfortable, he called for Jack, and his crew, only to not receive any answers. He wandered into the nearby jungle to look for him, only to find Cotton's parrot flying onto a stump.
"Ah! A familiar face!" Sure, it was a parrot, but that was better than nothing.
"Rawk! Don't eat me!" the bird replied.
What? Where'd it get that? "I'm not gonna eat you," Will told it.
But the bird persisted; "Don't eat me! No! Don't eat me! Akkk!"
Will continued searching, and after a while, found Gibbs' canteen trailing a long string. He followed it to a tree, and was suddenly ambushed by cannibals, and left hanging upside-down from a rope. Definitely not the best position to be in for his current situation, he noticed in annoyance. Luckily, he was able to fend off the cannibals with his sword before one of them shot a dart into his neck, knocking him out.
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And I think here is a good place to end it for now. Not too much from this part, but the next bit is going to start deviating from the original story a bit more. I mean, I kind of have to, the whole omorashi thing isn't canon to the actual movie
Let me know if you have any suggestions for either this particular story, or more stories to come. I'm starting to fulfill really old requests that I kinda forgot about, lol. But yes, feedback would be nice. See you dudes later. |
Behold, Part II FYI, there be slash!
The next thing Will felt was a dull throbbing pain in his gut. So that meant he hadn't pissed himself in his sleep (which was a good thing), but it also meant he still had to go, and pretty badly at that.
He took in the rest of his surroundings. It appeared that he was back on the beach of that island he had come to to find Jack. Also, someone was carrying him. Well, more like awkwardly dragging him across the sand. He looked up to see who it was.
"Jack Sparrow? What are you - "
"First of all, it's Captain Jack Sparrow. Second of all, thank the gods you're awake. Now you can get up and walk your own lazy ass."
Will stood up, with much difficulty as he was trying to look normal and ease his bladder at the same time. Once he managed to stand up, he tapped his foot as casually as possible and started to rant.
"Sure, whatever, Captain. Do you know what you've done? You've caused Cutler Beckett to come after me and Elizabeth, on our fucking wedding day no less. And then he told me to come find you, and then some random girl slaps me, and then some cannibals knock me out, and now you're dragging me on the beach for whatever fucking reason. And to top it all off - " he stopped himself after that, his usual shy reserve coming back full force, telling him (whether it was rational or not) that voicing his need out loud was a terrible idea.
"To top it all off what?" Jack smirked, his eyes wild with amusement. Of course that bastard would find all of this funny.
"Well...I had a good comeback...and then I randomly forgot it? Awkward, right?" Will crossed his legs, trying not to look too suspicious, but he couldn't help blushing a bit. "So, uh...why are you dragging me on the beach anyway?" Ah, yes. Changing the subject always works.
"So those cannibals are trying to eat my damn crew, so they have them on the other side of this island. Of course, I managed to come across the ones that were taking you there, and I, being the amazing Captain Jack Sparrow, fended them off and freed you."
"Oh, uh...thanks dude."
"But you decided that you were going to be a bitch and not wake up to help me or anything, so I had to drag you all this way so we could go back to the Pearl, sail around the island for a surprise attack, and bomb the shit out of those cannibals to get the rest of my crew back."
"Okay...?"
"I'm jealous as fuck, though. I thought they were going to want to eat me. I mean, I am pretty amazing after all."
"Meanwhile in another universe," Will tried to joke, but his tone was a bit off. He uncrossed his legs again and started to walk to the Black Pearl. Having to put up with Jack's banter was annoying enough on its own, but having to listen to it while his bladder was literally pounding inside him just made it ten thousand times worse. He figured, the sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could go home and FUCKING PEE.
Jack quickly caught up to his comrade. "You all right, mate? You're more on edge than usual."
"I thought I just told you," Will answered, glad to have something else to blame it on.
"Oh, that? Suck it up, son. It's not that awful."
Thanks a lot, douchebag.
The two of them boarded the Pearl, and Jack started to steer it around the island. Will tried to stay as far away from the water as possible, and ended up inside the ship. Well, Jack certainly couldn't see him here. He used this to his advantage, stumbling around and keeping hold of his crotch. He started to feel a bit better at this point. It wasn't completely terrible anymore. Just a little bit terrible.
That was, until that urge hit him. It felt like getting stabbed repeatedly in the stomach. Not only that, but he also started to leak.
"OH SHIT!" Will bent over and hopped around until the leak stopped and the urge subsided. But after this, it had gotten so much worse. He was panting and sweating from exertion and was pretty sure he couldn't hold it much longer.
Some sort of "desperation adrenaline" kicked in and Will bolted back on deck (well, more like awkwardly shuffled, still grabbing his dick and all) and made his way over to where Jack was.
"Jack...I need help...I'm going to fucking piss myself..." he breathed out, stepping in circles.
After Jack had recovered from laughing so hard (because obviously the piece of shit thought it was funny) he asked, "How did that happen so fast?"
"I've been holding it...since I came looking for you...!"
"Oh. Well, that explains so much. I had just thought you were having a really strange dream."
"Okay, cool! What do I do!?" Will asked frantically.
"You could, well, I don't know, just whip it out and piss over the deck?" Jack answered, still trying not to laugh. "That's what I do."
"Argh, fine! But if you look...I will kill you slowly and painfully..." Will shuffled over to a far end of the deck.
"I'll keep that in mind," Jack called after him, before chuckling more to himself. He was enjoying this too much (Then again, I don't blame you, dude. Aren't we all? )
Once Will reached what he thought in his mind was a good place (fuzzy as his thoughts were at this point) he desperately tried to drown out the sound of the waves while he undid his pants. He had leaked a bit more during his exchange with Jack and his trek over here, but it was nothing much.
After what felt like hours, he had finally freed his cock and waited to relieve himself of the utter pain and humiliation he had to deal with all day. But of course, it wasn't that easy, because that "shyness" bastard decided to return and leave him waiting and waiting with nothing happening. And it sucked to still feel his bladder bulging in pain but taking no initiative whatsoever to empty.
Will groaned in frustration before trying to calm himself down. He had been waiting for this, it would feel so amazing once he had done it. And besides, the dam had to burst eventually, right?
"Too scared to do it?" A voice shocked Will out of his miserable thoughts. He turned his head around to find Jack still laughing his face off at his companion's predicament.
"Sorry, love. I thought that would have scared you into doing it."
"You bastard," Will didn't have enough energy to yell at Jack anymore so he just croaked out whatever he could.
"Maybe this would work, perhaps?" Before Will could process what was going on, Jack had come behind him and had started to kiss him. Understandably, Will was shocked out of his wits, but this was enough to finally break the floodgates. Suddenly, immense relief combined with the euphoria of kissing Captain Jack Sparrow (of all people, honestly) and Will could have honestly said that there was no other time in which he felt better. As he slowly relaxed, he allowed his tongue to work with Jack's as his pee hurtled into the clear sea below.
After a few minutes, the two finally broke off from each other, and for the first time in a wicked long while, Will smiled. It was a goofy, dizzy grin, and it was absolutely adorable.
"You said you wanted to kill me slowly and painfully?" Jack cracked a grin of his own. "I'd be willing to take you up on that offer,"
"Are you sure?" Will asked him.
"You wouldn't hurt me too badly; I've done it before. And if I recall correctly, you aren't married yet, love."
With that, Will, who had gotten hard after he finished wetting pushed his friend (yeah, I'm pretty sure they're friends now ) against a pole that was conveniently close by. He then managed to get himself inside of Jack and, blushing furiously, started to "do the thing", if you will. It didn't take long for both of them to climax, Jack's seed covering Will in a not-so-golden shower. They stood there for a while, catching their breaths.
After recovering, Will looked around. "Where the hell are we?" he asked suddenly.
Jack looked too, and realized that the island was nowhere in sight. "HOLY SHIT WE'RE LOST! THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR NOT STEERING FOR ALL THIS TIME!"
They both laughed for a few minutes after that, because, let's be real, that was funny.
"Well, then," Will said, his joking tone returning. "Let's try to find it. Maybe your crew won't be 100% dead by the time we get there,"
"Sounds good to me," Jack answered.
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And that's it...finally! I stayed up so late writing this...oh my gods...never again...
There are new emoticons huh?
Well, I hope you enjoyed that, because I'm wicked tired now. And I hope LucyVersion2.0 enjoyed that little slash thing going on there.
Let me know what you thought of it, and if there's anything I can do to write even better content in the future!
Peace out dudes! I AM GOING TO BED HOLY SHIT. |
Story time: So after a long absence from writing, I made a second attempt on the turn of the new year, releasing an interactive story on here. I enjoy it and it's helped to put me back on track with writing, but I decided to get back into my favourite thing. Short stories. Now, I'm still really rusty after this absence and I'm well aware this story won't be 10/10 best story of the year, but I'm proud of the effort I've put into this and I want to share it with this great community. It's based in my own world which I created a few years ago, following one of my main characters, Yunoko Tanobi when she was a teenage thief. It's just a short detailing a small part of life. So enjoy.
Also, feedback and improvement is greatly appreciated. Especially in regards to writing omorashi and general descriptive work. Edit: after a discussion with Moocom, it turns out yuri is acceptable in fiction, so I present my first effort at writing a yuri scene along with this. Again, feedback is appreciated.
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Ask any thief, lowlife, or criminal in Monsai where the best place to get a strong drink, a warm bed, or a good woman all out of the vigilant gaze of the cities guard, they would always point you to one place: Taverne d'égout, a tavern hidden well in the bowels of the Monsai sewers, ran by an strict elderly lady known only as madam lamplight, frequented commonly by all manner of shifty folk. Those willing to make the trek through the filthy, rotten sewers would find themselves in the rowdiest, most rambunctious club in the cities underbelly, from dusk til’ dawn, noon til’ midnight, the lavish rooms of the Taverne d’egout surged with a tremendous atmosphere as loud jazz and drunken cheering filled the halls. Serving girls, scantily clad in golden thongs, their breasts exposed, roamed the lounge. For Yuka, this place was heaven, her home away from home where she spent her nights in the company of her fellow thieves, getting drunk, playing cards and on some special nights...in the bed of one of Taverne d’egout’s fine ladies. Tonight however, Yuka sat in the company of her friends, half sloshed on a crate of expensive wine and winning her share of their loot in a game of cards.
“Haha! Read em’ and weep, losers!” She cheered, slamming down a royal flush onto the table. “Bring that gold my way!” The other gamblers slammed their cards down in anger. Yuka pulled in her prize, at least four hundred gold. “You guys just paid for an hour in the opium den tomorrow!”
“That’s the fifth time in a row!” Saki slammed his own cards down. “I’m starting to think you’re pulling one over on us, Yunoko!” He was a short man, thinner than most with a head of greying hair. He was a man well past his prime, but still one of the best thieves in the city and one of Yuka’s best friends.
“Me? Pulling one over on you, Saki? You know card tricks and sleight of hand are amateur tricks of the trade, right? I’m insulted you’d even insuate such a thing!” Yuka put on a mock expression of shock. She reached for her wine and took a sip. “Now quit checking out my fine tits and shuffle those cards!”
“Gah...Anyway Yuka,” Saki began, his fingers running over the deck of cards. “me and a few of the boys were thinking of hitting up that giant boat in the port. You know the one, right? That freighter bringing in all those precious metals from Norsekar? Gold, silver, platinum, I’ve also heard a thing or two about some emeralds aboard it. But it’s all there, ripe for the taking once they turn the lights off for the night!”
“It’s a tempting offer, but I have plans tonight with a very special lady.”
“Oh really?” Saki peered up from his cards, a keen interest in his eyes. “Who is it today?”
“The same girl it was the other day, and the same as the week before, and the week before that.”
“You’re still spending time with Ania? The church girl? No idea what the fuck that girl sees in you, Yuka.”
“You're kidding right? Have you seen me? There's a reason Madam Lamplights whores would rather have a romp on me than your frail old butt! Same for any other woman in this city! Her included.” Yuka was not a typical girl, appearance-wise, she was a girl of sixteen, but her shaggy and ragged blonde hair, and freckled cheeks made her look younger, and more boyish. Her skinny frame, at 6ft tall and undersized breasts didn’t help to show her softer female side.
“I don't mean your looks. I mean that beautiful and charming personality that comes with you. Why a lady of the church would want a foul-mouthed, heavy-drinking, whore fucker like yourself...I’ll never know…” Saki laughed. He took a swig of his ale.
“Saki, that’s the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me, but I’ll pass, I made a promise to Ania that I’d make her see heaven.”
“You’re missing out, Yunoko.”
Yuka downed her wine and got up from her place at the table. “Take it from a girl who’s been fucked by more than this cities law enforcement: No I ain’t.” She patted him on the shoulders. “You all have a good night. I’m cashing out.”
In the dead of night, only thieves and lowlifes could be found wandering the streets of the merchant district. The perfect time of night for Yuka to be wandering the lonely passages and alleyways that made up Monsai’s merchant district. She made her way through the streets, warm summer air and the aroma of spiced meats filling the air. The lanterns on the walkway dimly lit, cloaking most of the market in shadows.
The church was the largest building in the merchant district, towering over the small stores and trading centers beneath it. A grand and ancient structure that predated the founding of the city. To the simple people who merely gave the church a passing glance, it was a grand structure, held in high regard for its service to the gods, where miracles were performed and those who sought a life of philanthropy and virtue could call home. For the workers and poor of the Monsai’s lower districts however, the church was much more than that, it was a haven for folk with no place to go, no place to sleep. When they got sick or injured, it was the church who cured them of their ailments, doing their services free of charge to help their fellow man. Looking up at the carved stones and stained glass windows reminded Yuka of her first encounter with Ania, a tale befitting of a charming love story, the lone thief who turned up to the church one dark evening in winter, battered and bruised after a rough encounter. She made her own way through the cold streets to the church of the apostates, weak and weary. She collapsed before she made it through the door, awakening some time later by the warmth of a roaring fire, a guardian angel smiling down on her. That ‘guardian angel’ was a young apprentice named Ania Timora. Ania took care of Yuka over the winter, nursing her injuries and caring for her like a saint, tending to everything the young thief needed. A friendship bloomed between the girls, and quickly Yuka began to realize the feelings she had for the holy girl. After the cold winter passed and Yuka was free to leave, she had never felt the same. She went weak at the knees just thinking of that girl who had cared for her, her gentle smile, warm and delicate like that of a caring sister, and the soft, sweet scent of incense and berries, a scent that made Yuka shudder with delight. After some time, she could not hide her feelings any longer, she confessed her affection to the holy girl, shouting to the heavens and declaring her love. But one thing stood between her and true love, Father Kuragi, the head of the church of the apostates, an old burly priest who demanded his apprentices gave everything to the church. And demanded all apprentices take a vow of abstinence. Thankfully, Ania shared her feelings, but was torn between the church or Yuka, so both girls worked on a compromised, letting Yuka do what she did best: sneaking her way into a place, doing what had to be done, and leaving before anybody was privy to her presence. It was a sound strategy. Although at times
Yuka made her way around the side of the church and walked over to one of the pillars running up to the roof. There were plenty of handholds and crevices running up the building that allowed her to climb up towards the roof. She scaled the pillar up halfway, shifted over to some loose stones above the windows and climbed the rest of the way up to the ledges on the top of the church, where the sleeping quarters were. Finally, Yuka climbed up onto the ledge, a cold air wafting past her. From up here, most of Monsai could be seen, the slums and lower industrial areas were lit by a thin veil of lantern light. To the far east, the emperors palace could be seen, a beautiful building illuminated by large torches that watched over the whole city. It was an exquisite view, but it didn’t interest Yuka. She looked into the window, her heart racing as she caught the sight of a girl sat before a small shrine. Ania, the short girl with tanned skin and the looks of a cute doll, rounded bright cheeks and sapphire eyes that gleamed in the light. She sat in prayer, her legs crossed and head tilted towards the floor. She wore a set of white vestments common to the female apprentices, the folds draped around her feet.
Yuka tapped on the window. Ania turned, her face lighting up when she saw who stood outside her window. She got up from the shrine and made her way over to the window.
“Good evening milady, I have come to see my favourite girl in the city."
“Yunoko?” Ania smiled warmly. “I've missed you!” She pulled Yuka up from the ledge and into her private chamber, where the familiar scent of incense and rosewater awaited her, an aroma she'd grown accustomed on her late night visits. Every time she made one of these late night visits to Ania's private chamber, she would have a small lantern of incense hanging from her bedsit. They took no quarrel about lying down on the bed, embracing each other after being reunited after a week apart from each other.
“I’ve missed you this past week.” Ania said softly, burying her head into Yuka’s arms.
“I’ve missed you too.” Yuka pulled Ania in closer to her, she had a pleasant scent of lilac on her robes. “I’m sorry, it’s been a busy week for me.” With Saki and Makita planning their big raid on the imperial palace, Yuka had been afforded little time to herself. Tonight was the first night she had free and she hadn’t thought twice about coming to see Ania. Just the thought of her made Yuka tingle with glee, her cute face, her short dark hair, she was perfect in every way, and as they sat reunited, it made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
“Since it’s been awhile, what do you say we have some ‘private time’?”
Yuka felt her ladyhood tremor at the offer. “I’d love nothing more. Just let me hit the pisser and then I’m all yours for the night. ” She got to her feet and stumbled along toward the door. Since leaving the tavern, Yuka had felt her night of drinking weighing down on her bladder, but she had been so eager to see Ania that she had pushed her need to piss to the back of her mind.
“Yunoko! Wait!” Ania reached out and grabbed her arm. “Y-you cannot go out there. After that break in last week, Bishop Kuragi has started doing rounds around the whole building.”
The moment she heard those words, Yuka's face slumped. Suddenly, her bladder, teeming with a gluttonous amount of wine, felt much heavier than it did a second ago. She had gone from being in complete control, the master of her own bladder, to a trembling child on the verge of leaking. “Y-you're shitting me, right?”
“I am not! He thinks it was one of the new apprentices stealing from the church. He's been doing rounds the past week to make sure nobody leaves their rooms after curfew.”
I knew I shouldn't have stolen those fucking candlesticks! She thought. Brought a good price though...Gah! I really need to take a fucking piss! Why did I have to drink so fucking much!? I'm gonna fucking explode here! “What am I supposed to do then, Ania? I'm about to burst!” Yuka wanted to yell it, but she knew well from experience that attracting the attention of half the church while she wasn't meant to be there was not a wise move. “You know I can get past that old godfucker, right? You know how agile I can be.”
The young maiden blushed. “I-I do...but I don't want you risking it. He threatened to banish me the last time he caught you here. I told him I got rid of you just to get him off my back and thankfully he believed me. If he catches you again…”
“Come on, Ania.” Yuka begged, bouncing to stave off the pains in her bladder. Were she anywhere else, whether it be the Taverne D’egaut or out in the streets of Monsai, she would've just pulled her shorts aside and let loose wherever she pleased. There was a pleasant sense of freedom whenever she pissed outside, it was a feeling Yuka could never explain. It was somewhat of a sexual thing for, the quiet sound of her pee splattering against the surface, the relief of emptying a whole nights worth of wine from her bladder, and the warm steam rising against her bare legs in the cold air. It was near orgasmic for her, but she had to display some semblance of decency in Ania’s presence, for all her big and crude talk in front of her fellow thieves, Yuka when soft near Ania, suddenly losing her crude manner and softening up.
“Can you not hold it for an hour or two? Just until Kuragi takes a rest?”
She thought about it for a moment. “I could...” A sharper twinge struck her, causing Yuka to try and hold back the flood rushing desperately towards her pee hole. “Nope. Nope. Nope. I gotta piss right now...” She forced a hand down her shorts and pressed it against her urethra.
Ania sighed. “Can you not go back down and do it in the alley?”
“No! I can’t climb back down, as much as I'd love to. Look at me!” Her legs were bent and trembling under the strain of her muscles, a hand rammed down her shorts, pressed against her crotch, and a pained look on her face. “I let my legs get more than an inch apart, I'm gonna fucking piss myself. And I mean REALLY piss myself. Do you not have a jug or something? Ah, what about out the window?”
“Really? What if somebody s-sees you? Or somebody is below?”
“Ania, please don’t make me get on my knees and beg to piss out the window.”
She sighed again. “T-then...do it out the window...please.” The rosy red cheeks flooded back. Yuka always thought Ania looked adorable when she blushed, like those cute dolls she would see in the windows of the toy stores. “Just keep it quiet.”
The strain on her muscles as Yuka kept holding back from wetting herself was too much for her drunken state to handle. The second Ania had given her permission to relieve herself out the window, Yuka didn't hesitate to make the most of it. She staggered along, holding her maidenly area to make up for her failing efforts at holding it in. All she wanted to do was unzip her shorts and let her piss rain down into the filthy alley below. She yanked her shorts down, revealing her shapely backside to Ania and let her shorts fall freely around her ankles, lifted a leg onto the window sill to steady herself, the warm summer air wafting against her hairless region, and relaxed, letting her stream flood out from her between her legs. A pale dribble fell onto the window, followed by a quick but relieving spurt, “Ohohoho, ah my sweet lord...” She moaned as the spurt quickly became a strong stream pouring from her maidenly passage. The pleasure and relief sent shudders throughout her body, it was a feeling comparable to sex itself, at least to Yuka. “Ahahahaha...this…this is heaven…ah...ah...ah...” Her pale stream continued to pour out, raining down onto the stone below. Her eyes rolled back and a large smile ran from cheek to cheek.
“I wish you didn't have to look and sound so...immodest.” Ania responded to the moans and sighs with a rather embarrassed tone. “Are you almost done?”
“G-give me a little longer.” It was hard to talk, the joy and ecstasy Yuka was feeling as she felt her wine filled bladder slowly deflating with each second it spilled from between her thighs had hampered her words with stutters. The amount of alcohol in her probably didn't make things any easier.
A good minute passed before her stream died down, a few final drops spilled out onto the window. “Ahhhh...that felt fucking great...” Yuka continued. “I should probably stop drinking so much.” A sentence she followed with a laugh; that was something she could never say with a straight face. “Okay, all done. I, eh, need something to wipe with though.”
“Let me get you a tissue or something.”
“Well hurry up, wind is starting to get cold. And I have my cunt on display for half the city.”
“Like that ever bothered you.” Ania said with a giggle. “Besides, they can look all they want. You're all mine.” As Yuka finished wiping, she felt the warm touch of Ania's bare breasts against her back. “I've missed you so much." She whispered sensually.
The transition from polite and coy nun to lustful lady was always something that attracted Yuka to Ania. To see the quiet lady of a lord show her darker and more debaucherous side, it made her heart race and her ladyhood quiver. “I've been waiting for this all day...” She grabbed Ania and carried her to the bed, climbed down on top of her naked body and smirked. “I’ve missed you so much.” She snuffed out the lantern and began making passionate love to her partner.
Engaged in their kiss, Yuka felt her soft spot quivering again, she had been softened up by kissing, her ladyhood called out to her, she needed this, she needed stimulation, she needed pleasure. Overwhelmed by desire, she stripped off her shirt, revealing her firm, albeit slightly undersized breasts. She grabbed her lover by the cheeks of her soft backside, desperate to do everything she could to please Ania’s beautiful naked body. As their kissing continued, Yuka took her chance, as if possessed, her hands moved from Ania’s backside, slowly moving along between her legs. Ania pushed her head into Yuka’s breasts, stifling a moan as Yuka’s fingers slipped into her maidenly passage. The warmth and moisture as she went deeper made her own place tingle. She grabbed Ania’s hand, forcing it toward her own legs before Ania did it for herself, slipping her own fingers between Yuka’s legs. A pleasant, almost orgasmic sensation ran through her whole body. Yuka also wanted to moan, the feeling of her own hands caressing Ania’s soft passage while having her own fondled almost made her explode. She bit lower lip, tightening hold on Ania’s backside with her free hand as another jolt of pure ecstasy shot through her. She could feel Ania’s fingers inside her, stimulating her, her breathing got faster, her ladyhood got warmer, she couldn’t hold back. She could see it in Ania’s eyes as her own fingers did their work, her fast breather, her heaving breasts, her quiet but still audible moans. Both girls were nearing climax. Another minute of Ania’s fingers rubbing against her was more than enough. Yuka pushed herself back into Ania’s breasts, she began shaking, the warmth around her ladyhood grew more intense. Suddenly, the world seemed to stop. Her mouth shot open and she stifled her final climatic moan into Ania’s soft breasts. Ania mimicked the motions, burying her own head against Yuka’s stomach, she moaned loudly, her warm breath against Yuka’s skin. She pushed herself off Yuka, lying by her side, breathing heavily. It was amazing, well
worth the weeks wait. Yuka, also short on breath, lay spread out, her maidenhood satisfied. “T-t-that...w-was...g-gr-great…” She uttered between breaths.
“I...come...come...here…” She pulled Ania close, grasping her backside once more and holding the girl close. “I...I...love you…”
The next morning, the sun outside shone brightly, casting a beautiful golden glow over the city. Yuka awoke in Ania's bed feeling tired, worn out, drained of her energy. It started out as a gentle night, some kissing and gentle fondling before Yuka could no longer control herself, her week of celibacy had only made her lust for sex worse. When the time came for them to move beyond kissing, she leapt on Ania like a beast possessed, working every part of her soft body beside her lover sleeping peacefully with the sheets cast off, revealing her naked body and giving Yuka a more than welcoming view of her beautiful backside in the morning sun. Yuka inched herself close, and pressed herself against her naked lover, enjoying the feeling of her ladyhood pressed against the warmth of Ania’s rear.
Ania yawned and shuffled around on the bed. “I hope you enjoyed last night.”
“You may be a lady of the gods, but you have the lust of a devil.” Yuka smirked. “You’ve ruined me for other women.”
“That’s good.” She yawned again. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the privy.”
“You know, I wouldn’t mind accompanying you to the privy, milady.” Yuka said with a sly yet playful tone. “I think it's only fair after what you saw yesterday.”
“Don't be so vile, Yunoko.” Ania replied, blushing and giving Yuka a soft slap.
“Oh right. Holy girls don't piss, do they?” She turned on her side and yawned. “Speaking of pissing, will that godfucker have gone to sleep? I wouldn't mind ACTUALLY using the toilet this time.”
Ania smirked. “Yes, he should be gone now. It's still early so we might be able to get there and back before any of the new apprentices wake up.”
“We? Are you expecting company?” Yuka smirked.
“Very funny. Get your clothes on, and please be quick, not only do we have little time before the rest wake up, but I've been holding it in since supper.”
“As milady commands.” Yuka hopped up from the bed, a spring in her step that she could only get from a night of passionate and glorious sex. She grabbed her shorts and shirt, lazily throwing her shirt on as her eagerness to get to the privy hurried her.
Just as she was about to get her shorts on a loud and elderly voice boomed outside the door to the chambers. “Sister Ania! It is time to wake up, my girl!"
“Darn, I forgot about today.” Ania whispered. “I promised Bishop Kuragi I’d assist him with the wounded.”
“Oh come on…” Yuka whispered back. “I don’t even get to take my morning piss before that cunt showed up…”
Another bang. “Ania, we don’t have long. Up! my girl!” He had a strong voice, which just made him more irritating to Yuka.
“What the fuck am I meant to do?”
“Eh...eh…” Ania frantically searched around. She gasped, pointing to the window. “Back out the window…now…”
With the old 'Godfucker' banging on the chamber door, there were few options for a quick getaway. There's weren't even a few; Yuka had one choice, to climb down the side of the building in just her shirt and nothing shielding her maidenly assets from the lingering eyes below. “Guess I'm going out the fun way.” Yuka muttered. It wasn't the first time she'd been forced to make a quick getaway. There was another bang on the door, prompting Yuka to make her getaway, she hurled her shorts from the window, slipped her boots on and climbed out onto the ledge. With her usual quick feet, strong hands, and an unsuspecting breeze sweeping against her bare arse, Yuka climbed down into the alleyway below. “Well that was a hell of a night.” She grabbed her shorts, threw them on and made her way into the merchant district.
Yuka made her through the bustling city streets of the merchant district, taking a favoured shortcut through a small maze of market stalls and cramped passages. Early morning was always the busiest time, a chaotic rush of merchants and pedestrians flooded the narrow streets. The smell of exotic spices and fresh cooked kebab swam through the smoke filled air as Yuka danced her way through the masses and made her toward the harbour. On some mornings her friend Mori was down by the water, enjoying the peace and quiet, indulging in a little morning fish, and of course having an early drink. She turned off from the busy street, seeing the masts of the merchant ships peering over from the harbour walls. The sweet exotic smell faded into a salty reek of fish, the commotion of the market faded away with each step until Yuka was left with only the sounds of her own feet and carefree humming. She passed under the archway, taking in the sight of the sun glowing above the ships in dock.
It was quieter down on the waterfront, the bustling sounds of the merchant district far behind the gentle rocking of the nearby vessels. Yuka made her way down to the water, sliding down the railings of the staircase with her humming in full tune. A few elderly gentleman sat hunched over their fishing rods, their sagging eyes focussed on the waters for even the faintest nibble. Along the waterfront, perched on a small seat far away from the rest of the fishermen, sat a small shaggy haired boy, dressed in tattered clothes.
“Good morning, Mori. Doing a little bit of morning fishing?” She greeted her younger friend, pulled up a spare stool and made herself welcome to the alcohol he often brought with him on his early morning fishing trips. She pulled a dark brown bottle from his basket. “Aw, come on...rice ale? I thought you loved me better than this.”
“I didn’t count on you visiting me. Thought you’d want to spend all morning with Ania.”
“Nah, didn’t even have a chance to take a leak before that Godfucker Kuragi came banging on the door. Oh right…” Yuka sat her bottle down. “If you’ll excuse me, still gotta piss.”
Instead of making her way into the passages beneath the streets, where she would be given some privacy, Yuka took a few steps behind where she was sitting, stood against the wall and pulled her shorts down to her knees, she arched back and rested her hands comfortably on her butt. She relaxed and let her bladder empty against the wall, a dark stream poured out from her, splattering against the stone. She felt a slight warmth as her bare shins were sprinkled by a light shower of piss.
“So did you have fun?” Mori asked, a slight stutter of embarrassment in his speech as he was forced to hear the pattering of Yuka's piss.
“A lady doesn’t fondle and tell, Mori.”
“Oh please.” He scoffed. “Like that’s ever stopped you.”
“Only when Madame Lamplights fine ladies are involved, you have every right to hear about my fantastic conquests! The things I do with Ania, however, are only for me, her, and those apostate gods above watching us.”
“Well listen to you. Talking like a girl in love.” He sniggered.
“Is that what this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach is? I just thought I needed a good fart.” Her stream softened to a light trickle “Ahh...nothing like the first piss after a night of sex...heaven…” She shook off the final drops and pulled her shorts back up. She took her seat back beside Mori and opened her bottle. She took a sip, shuddering as the bitter ale hit her tongue. “You know...maybe it is love…” She smiled, sat back and let the bright summer day wash over her body.
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(This here was a co-op fic, @ExplosiveTurtlez did the base writing while I did the editing. We are quite happy with the story and hope you all enjoy~!)
Once class was over, Pyrrha huddled her sweet booty over to the nearest toilet, but, as usual after class, it was already taken (by a certain Ice-Queen, no less~ and you know how she takes her sweet time to apply liberal amounts of makeup). The soon-to-be-but-not-really(rip) Fall Maiden gives the door a stern but not too harsh knock. "Excuse me... I really need to go..." she claims, but the girl remains silent, ignoring her to focus on applying just the right amount of powder. A good five minutes pass and Pyrrha knocks again, trying her best not to fart next to the students. "PLEASE I'm dying to go!!" she calls out when the door suddenly opens. The Ice-Queen shoots the red-head a mean look before trotting off with dignity. She then rushes into the almost spotless toilet (save for one of Schnee's pubic hairs~ Teehee~) and hovers over the seat, dropping her panties as a torrent of golden piss rains down into the bowl with perfect accuracy. She also lets out a grunt as her soft loafs splash into the toilet, stinking up the place a bit. Looks like the girl actually made it~!
While Pyrrha did her business in the bathroom, all of Team RWBY was waiting outside, shuffling with absolute need. All of their tummy's were rumbling and their bladders were bulging out. Yang knocked on the door and called out "Yo! We gotta whizz and shizz. Could ya hurry up in there?" she asks, a loud groan from her tummy being heard. Pyrrha replies "Oh I'm so sorry... I-I'll try to be fast." She forced the rest of her body out into the toilet, flushed, then washed her hands and left the bathroom. Yang tried making a run for it, but Blake and Weiss tried squeezing through, their butts jamming into each other. "H-Hey I've been holding it more than you!" said the Ice Queen. "I doubt you've been holding it for a whole day," Blake argued. They fight each other to squeeze into the doorway, their asses leaking with gas as they pushed more and more. Ruby and Yang watched as the monochrome opposites fought for potty dominance. However, Weiss got the upper hand by sweeping Blake's leg and pushing her out of the way, slamming the door shut.
"HEY! OPEN THE DOOR! I'M GONNA HAVE AN ACCIDENT!!" Blake roared, her tummy on the verge of bursting. Weiss just silently taunts her as she slides her frilly panties down and hovers above the toilet, the noise of water splashing and plopping was very audible. She snickered in her relieving victory~ Blake, however, fell to her knees, whimpering softly as her tummy reached it's limit. The brown soft loaf slid out of her booty and into her panties, making a noticeable bulge. A golden puddle also formed beneath her, reflecting Blake's saddened expression.
"What the hell, Weiss! That was beyond rude!" Ruby called out angrily, but Yang had something else in mind. After letting out an accidental fart, she busts the doorknob with her fist.
"WHAT was that?!" Weiss called out, trying to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"C'mon sis. Let's find another bathroom," Yang smiles, picking up Blake as she continued soiling herself. After Weiss was left to rot in her stink-chamber, and Blake finished up her accident, with no time for a change, the girls come up to the next bathroom. Yang's tummy lets out another gurgle of despair. "Man I have to go like mad!!" she states. Ruby just nods in agreement, clutching her stomach. Blake tries to cover her face as passerby hunters and huntresses chuckle and scowl at the stinky kitten...
Much to their dismay, however, the line for the girl's potty is jam-packed! Apparently rumor spread of a certain restroom being rendered useless, and so everyone's needs have been focused on a single potty. Yang blushes a little, as she was the cause of said effect...
Over time, the line gets a little shorter, but their times are running short. Yang has now resorted to grabbing her ass, trying her best to keep it in. Ruby does the same as well, unable to keep back a few toots...
It feels like it's been hours now as the line barely shrinks. Some girls have already resorted to peeing themselves, or in a nearby corner, or simply popping a squat right by the line. Blake didn't really know why she was still there... Perhaps she wanted to see the resulting accidents...?
"Ohhh I can't hold it, Yang..." Ruby whines, her legs crossed. A few trickles slowly leak down her leggings...
Finally, it's Yang's turn to go. Her stomach roars and gurgles as she reaches for the knob, but stops and turns to Ruby. "C'mon sis. You go first~" she winks. "B-But Yang! What about-" "It's fiiine. Please, you go first."
Ruby is not in a position to disagree, so she rushes into the potty, throws her panties off, and gets her butt onto the seat as her brown and gold liquid fusion cascades into the water. The loud splorches of diarrhea leaks through the door, nauseating a few students. But Yang just smiled in relief and leans her back against the wall. Some other girl quickly takes her position. "Yang! A-Aren't you gonna go after Ruby?" Blake asks. Yang just smiles, however.
"Blake... I've run out of tine long ago~" she says quietly, and a deafening crackle of brown lightning fills the halls. Her panties bulge outward furiously, brown splotches leaking out the sides and falling onto the floor. Followed by that was a hot golden stream, which pooled at her feet. Yang smirks and leans up against Blake. "MAN I needed that~<3"
Ruby comes out of the toilet and looks to Yang with disbelief. She was about to start apologizing for making Yang have an accident, but her sis quickly hushes her. "Don't say it~ C'mon... Let's get back to our room and change." she says with a sway of her soiled booty, making Ruby and Blake gulp nervously. They go on their way to the dorms, and what they do afterwards... is up to you~
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"Oh god I hate math". Sixteen year-old Alexis Canaan thought to herself as she struggled with yet another question on her Geometry test. She continued to attempt to write away with her pencil as she desperately tried to work. She had never viewed herself as stupid, but she also never viewed herself as smart. Due to her mix of decent intelligence and decent looks, she was neither part of the cool clique or the nerds of the school. She had a group who remained roughly in the middle, away from the drama of the populars and the bullying of the nerds. She twirled her curly light brown hair on her finger as she attempted to find the angles of a triangle.
Her struggle was interrupted as she noticed someone with an even worse predicament. Samantha Parker, the head of the "cool clique" and the most popular girl in the grade was wiggling in her seat and tightly gripping her crotch in her skirt, showing she was horribly desperate to pee. Unlike Alexis, Sam was not even remotely intelligent and was probably doing far worse than Alexis. Mr. Crofft refused to allow anyone to use the restroom during his class, and everyone knew much better than to ask, let alone during a test.
"Oh no." Alexis thought to herself. Watching Sam bust made her start to feel a sensation in her own bladder. "No, no, no" She immediately began to regret watching Sam's desperation as she soon was developing desperation of her own. She slid a hand to her crotch and unzipped her jeans.
"Shit, shit!" She heard Sam loudly whispering to herself across the room.
"That's basically the same thing I'm thinking right now" Alexis decided to put her full effort back into her test to distract herself from the growing need down below. She managed to struggle her way to the end of the test with ten minutes still left in class, leaving herself to try and hold for ten minutes straight. She tried to restrain from wiggling or crying out because she attempted to hold a good image in the school. Sam on the other hand, could care less if people saw her holding as she viewed herself as better than all them anyway.
Finally the bell rang and the two bursting girls both sprang up and left the classroom. The heels of Alexis's red ankle boots clacked on the floor as she marched her way to the bathroom. Not surprisingly, Sam had run off to make a bigger deal of her predicament and laugh about it with her friends. "At least I get to pee." Alexis joked to herself abut her lack of competition. However, upon arrival to the bathroom she realized she was exactly wrong. Every stall was filled and she was left tapping her feet for an agonizing two minutes.
As pee pressed on her urethra, she could failure approaching. "Oh god please no" There would most certainly be no returning from the humiliation of having towalk around in wet blue jeans, and she was determined to avoid that. A flush finally came from the furthest stall and Alexis finally breathed a sigh as relief as the girl exited. However, the bathroom door opened right as Alexis was about to close the stall door and Sam came bursting in.
"Canaan stop Im leaking!"
"I really have to pee too Sam.. I.. I.." She attempted to stall, but she knew better than to mess with the self-proclaimed queen of the Tenth grade.
"I don't care Canaan, so let me go or ahhh!" Sam leaking into her panties and skirt. "Get the fuck out of my way bitch!" Alexis ran the stall and let Sam through, who dribbling constantly in her underwear as she closed the stall door.
"I'm not gonna have time to pee." She looked down at her phone to see only one minute remained until class. "Time to go learn about dead people"
Alexis barely made it too history class before the bell rang, ready to go with a long forty-five minute class and a full bladder. She could take some comfort in knowing she had lunch after that class meaning plenty of time to pee, the only issue was making it too class. She hadn't leaked yet but she was trying not to jinx herself.
"Please pass this paper back when you get it, this paper will outline this whole chapter so don't lose it please." Mrs. Carson spoke in her usual monotone voice. Alexis received the paper from the girl in front of her and took her own copy of "Chapter 9: The Russian Revolution full outline" Her overflowing bladder spasmed and forced her hands straight to her crotch.
"People have to be looking at me for sure." Alexis had no choice but to begin full on pee dancing in her seat. The class dragged on and her body begged for mercy. She looked at the clock, the minute seemed to not even be moving.
When there was only ten minutes left, Alexis removed her hands from her crotch for a few seconds to push her hair off her face, and almost instantly a small amount of pee escaped her urethra and soaked into her panties.
"Oh my gawd, oh my gawd" She said in a very quiet voice, catching the attention of a few people around her. She could feel her end coming, pee was flowing out, she closed her eyes and started to pee but was interrupted by the bell ringing. She cupped her hands to her crotch and cut it off. Her panties were soaked and she had a small wet spot the size of a penny. She quickly grabbed her things and headed out of the classroom.
To her luck, the girls bathroom for the floor she was on was locked, and she would be forced to wait until she got up the stairs to finally relieve herself. Every step she took was pure agony as she barely managed her way upstairs. She was ready to storm in and pee at least but the bathroom upstairs was the same as before, Locked shut.
"I can't believe I'm actually gonna pee my pants" She thought to herself as she pee danced in place in front of the bathroom door. At last she decided to go to the lunchroom and take her chances. In the lunchroom she heard a few girls complaining about the locked bathrooms. "Yeah you sure got it bad" The girl thought to herself. She sat down at her table, her friends blabbing on about something she didn't care about.
"If anyone wants to go outside you better go now cause there is limited seats at the outdoor tables!" Boomed the principal as she opened the door from the cafeteria.
"Outside... that's it" She grabbed her bag and began to walk alongside the people outside.
"Where are you going?"
"To take care of business" Her business, specifically. She got outside and she headed around the corner to the back of the school. She was right under the security camera in its blind spot, and was basically ready to burst. She ripped and her jeans and at last let loose. "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" She moaned under the relief. After almost two minutes straight of peeing, she could barely stand up as she shook with relief. "Finally"
"Damnit!" Samantha Parker watched the girl she had dubbed "the bitch that made me wet my panties" come around the corner from the cool clique table outside. She had gotten her friends to lock the bathroom in hopes of making Alexis pee her pants. "This isn't over Canaan..." She said to herself. "This isn't over..." |
Night Lock Bastille agrees to travel with King Nether Lanez to a nearby castle in place of Nether's brother, in exchange to be knighted by the kingdom. There's no reason for things to go horribly wrong...Right?
(Dumb original omorashi-centric story, written for the sake of sin and bad puns)
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Being rudely awakened by servants at four in the morning was typically not how Night Lock wanted to start their day, and they weren’t sure how anyone could properly deal with the noble life. They were tugged out of bed, and yelled at to get on their freshly ironed uniform on, high and ruffled collar tickling their neck. Practically shoved down the main staircase, they found themselves face to face with Nether Lanez, who promptly thrusted a hot cup of coffee in their hands. Mumbling a thanks and downing it quickly, he ushered them out of the castle.
“Sorry for the surprise awakening- the trip is going to take a few more hours than I thought. We’ll be taking a stop at a stronghold halfway to pay regards to an old friend, and getting on a carriage after.”
The king guided Night Lock through the courtyard and reached the two horses they’d be taking. The first part of the journey to the other kingdom was to be done alone. Gelato was out on holiday in France, so Night Lock had offered to take the ambassador position, in exchange for being knighted by the Lanez family.
Night Lock took another sip of their coffee, finally feeling awake enough. “No worries Nether, I’m just glad to get going.”
They didn’t carry much, plenty of personal supplies would be at the other castle. Night Lock donned a deep blue prince uniform, gold buttons and frilly lace on the cuffs, and tall black boots to ride with. Nether was dressed in his kingly cloak, a dark tyrian purple, sweeping around his body in the slight dawn breeze. He only had a small strap bag, with some scrolls to deliver and drinks and gold to offer their ride as pay.
“Shall we?” Nether asked, jumping up and sliding a leg over his black stallion. He looked magnificent, early morning light highlighting bright strawberry hair. Night Lock nodded, finishing their drink with another gulp, hot liquid settling in their stomach, perking them up more. They hopped on next to Nether, having choose a gray mare as a steed.
The ride went swiftly, the pair chatting all the way. Night Lock got along with Nether just as fair as Gelato, the two having more in common than they once thought. In fact, there had been a few times, both home alone, friends absent, where they… well, it wasn’t that important to go into detail, but they certainly enjoyed each other’s company.
An hour or two in, Nether slowed his ride to toss a small flask to Night Lock, knowing he had plenty already.
“Seriously, Nether, I’m fine.” They stared at the bottle of alcohol, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I insist,” He cocked his head, long hair flopping over his shoulder. Night Lock rolled their eyes and screwed it open, taking a swig anyway. Nether had been right, they did need a drink, but caffeine on top of whiskey didn’t seem a good combination considering the circumstances. Whatever. They’d be fine.
Another hour later, and they were greatly regretting that statement. Almost arriving at the fortress stop, Night Lock was getting more and more uncomfortable, legs spread out over the saddle, and Nether seemed to have noticed a bit of strangeness, when they asked again how long the trip was.
“I mean, we’re only a few hours in, why- Night Lock, are you alright?” He had asked, studying their slightly stressed face.
“Just peachy.” They replied, only gritting their teeth a tiny bit.
At that, the stronghold was in sight, as they rode out of the forest and down a steep hill. Nether was welcomed warmly, hand being shakened by many nobles who held the base. He introduced Night Lock with a grin and an arm around their shoulder, explaining Gelato’s absence. The royals seemed to understand easily, and found Night Lock lovely, asking many questions about their background. They’d never met a true frenchmen before.
“Ah, King Lanez, you must be tired from the ride, would you like to come inside?” One asked, to which Night Lock breathed a miniature huff of relief.
“Er, no, Sir,” Nether interrupted, to which Night Lock silently seethed at his side, staring at the man in confusion. “We do have to be at the kingdom by twilight, and uh, I don’t think we have time. Besides, there’s no need to go through all this trouble. We’re only passing through.”
The other noble still smiled, nodding in understanding. “Of course, Mr. Lanez, and Mx. Bastille, I am glad you could at least stop by. Can I get you some tea? It is just becoming noon.”
Night Lock gave Nether a look of daggers, urging him not accept the offer, but the man either didn’t see or was being oblivious. He shook the noble’s hand in appreciation as he ducked inside the fortress doors with some others.
Nether turned and gave Night Lock a strangely sympathetic look. “Sorry- I know you wouldn’t want any more to drink, but it’s considered very rude to not take any refreshments when visiting…”
“Why wouldn’t I want a drink?” They asked back, suspicion curling in their chest as Nether rubbed the back of his neck. “What in the world does that mean?”
He seemed about to say something, but the noble returned with a tray of biscuits and a fresh and fancy tea set, kettle still blowing off steam. Night Lock’s breath caught in their mouth before they could refuse, face heating up at the thought of just another few ounces of drink going inside them. Nether grabbed his own cup and swirled sugar in, talking with the duke of the land, who mentioned their ride would be a few minutes. The other noble who’d brought the tea- who Night Lock learned was also a knight, was asked them all sorts of questions about their own home in the city, far too curious.
Out of politeness, they had some of the tea, which they admitted was quite well made...but after it was drained, they lamented the idea, bladder twinging again.
“Ah, we must be going soon, no?” Nether peaked up, stopping both conversations. “I must have a word with Mx. Bastille before we ride, excuse us…” He seized them by the arm and thanked the other regals, placing both their drinks back on the platter. Night Lock held their tongue as Nether jerked them behind one of the courtwall walls, legs being forced to move again and stumbling at the sudden movement, belt uncomfortably wrapped around.
“Terribly sorry about that, Night.” He said quietly, letting go of their arm. “I’m sure it didn’t do well for your...er, never mind that, you’ll survive the rest of the trip…” He trailed off, realizing Night Lock was gaping at him with a highly abashed expression.
“Nether.”
His ears had gone pink. “Listen, you’re not exactly discreet, there can only be a few reasons why you’d want to arrive soon…”
“Nether!” They snapped at him, cheeks a cherry red, whether from anger or shame, he couldn’t tell. Shoulders drawn back, they tried to look intimidating, but he could see lines of distraught in their countenance. “Whether or not I need to piss isn’t your concern!” Their face suddenly went as pale as it could, eye twitching, horrified at admitting Nether had been entirely right in their current issue. He wasn’t sure he’d even seen his friend so embarrassed.
“Look-” He tried to sound reassuring, but at Night Lock’s death glare, he cut off, voice going timid. “You’ll be fine, er, Gelato already mentioned it’s your weak spot.
If their looked had been mortal at first, it now was done up to the nines, mouth drawn into a nasty scowl.
“What. Did. Gelato. Tell. You.”
It was Nether’s turn to blush, remorseful of his own words. He looked far too nervous, wringing his hands together. “Just mentioned a few mishaps, unfortunate incidents…” He should have shut his loud mouth, for the second he spoke the word ‘accidents,’ Night Lock clenched their fist together and spun around, heading swiftly back to where their ride awaited without a word, tailcoat of their uniform swaying in step. He couldn’t help but notice the way they walked stiffly, feet drawn close, feeling quite a bit of pity.
He followed anyway, only wanting to help Night Lock, but apparently, even as one of the most intimidating people he knew, the frenchmen was too shy to admit even a bit of desperation…
After their horse drawn carriage had came, Nether greeting some old princes he had as friends, who’d be their driver, the two got in in silence, forced to sit next to each other. Nether took a small and tattered book out of his bag, whilst Night Lock fiddled with their pocket watch, which had before rested in their coat pocket. The uniform was probably the worse part of this situation, belt too tight around their waist, lace making them slightly hot under the collar. They shifted to cross their legs
Night Lock was sulking, refusing to speak to Nether, considering him to be very rude. Surely he knew they had the decency to hold themselves till they arrived. He was ridiculous. They shot him another furious glance, which he narrowly missed, absorbed in his book.
However, realization was creeping up their back quickly, liquid sloshing in their stomach with every motion of their ride. They felt far too full and heavy, fingers tapping rapidly on their thigh. They couldn’t be sure how long they’d been traveling, for they only checked their watch for distraction from an upcoming disaster. Awhile later, Night Lock taking to playing with the buttons on their navy jacket, Nether huffed and put his book away, turning to them quietly.
“I can not bare to see you looking this miserable, Night,” He managed, resting a hand on their shoulder. They flinched at the touch, too concentrated to reply. “Please let me help you out…? He looked hesitant, feeling bad. They were silent, only breathing through their teeth with a pained look. After a moment though, they met his look.
“Nether, it’s your fault for waking me up at the crack of dawn and shoving coffee and liquor down my throat,” they blurted out, as if rehearsing the line in their head. At Nether’s hurt look, they gave a guilty smile. “I just can’t believe this still happens, I’m supposed to be better than this.” As if on queue, they gasped softly, need heightening more, fingers curling over the edge of the seat. They were glad the wind and town around them had too much noise, so the pairs conversation was private.
“Jesus, Night Lock,” He muttered, squeezing their shoulder. “Please let me help you relax…”
They simply shrugged, feeling bad for Nether having to deal with this. Taking that as a yes, he moved his hand up to their neck, rubbing in circles under their collar. They hadn’t seemed to realize how stressed it made them. Nether’s hand dragged across their back, down their arm, earning sighs of relief each time.
He reached their side, and finally rested his hand on their upper thigh, to which Night Lock went wide eyed at, breath hitching, legs splaying together. Nether moved his hand away, but they grabbed at his wrist, biting their lip.
“You can, uh- keep going…”
Nether paused, voice heavy, but dipped his hands back down, placed on their thigh again, slowly moving down and in between their legs to rest over the outline of their dick.
Night Lock and Nether’s thing was. Strange. Messing around with your boyfriend’s brother on occasion wasn’t too difficult, but it still lead to some awkward morning afters, the two being very different people. But under these circumstances, Night Lock’s overstimulation from a full belly and Nether touching them all over, they couldn’t help but get just a tiny bit hard.
“This okay?” Nether asked, lightly palming them through their pants. Night Lock looked about to reply, as Nether’s wrist brushed over the edge of their stomach, they let out a straight whimper.
He stared at them, blush on his cheeks apparent. “Y-yeah, it’s fine I just-” Face looking sheepish, they continued. “Still really need to-” Night Lock couldn’t finish, far too shamed by admitting their urgency had intensified. Nether hushed them with an empathetic murmur, holding their half-hard bulge with a bit more force.
“Sorry you have to deal with this, er, me,” They mumbled on, apologizing once again, breath coming in sharp inhales, face seemingly permanently tinted red.
“Hey, shh, you’re fine,” He moved his free hand to swab it over Night Lock’s panting mouth. “You’re not gonna wet yourself in front of a buncha royal advisors.”
Cheeks already flushed, they went to a burning red, meeting Nether’s eyes with worry clouded in them. “I hope so…” They said in almost a pathetic moan. Taking that as a hint to shush up, Nether went quiet, taking to keeping his companion comfortable enough, and not making Night Lock more embarrassed.
Some time later, they finally reached the castle, and Night Lock had never been more glad. The two got out of the carriage carefully, Night Lock putting on a brave face, knowing they’d have to meet many more nobles before getting inside.
“King Lanez! Oh it is lovely to see you again…” A shorter women in her later years greated the man with a hug, most likely a princess at the kingdom. She was followed by a guard and knight at the side, talking to Nether in rapid voice, clearly excited. Night Lock shook her hand as well, straining to make a grin.
“You must be exhausted!” She exclaimed, looking dramatically sad. “I’ll fetch some champagne, your visit calls for celebration!”
Night Lock’s heart dropped, and any restraint, remembering how rude it would be to accept welcome gifts, as Nether mentioned… After he nodded yes, they caught him giving them a commiserated glimpse.
“Sorry…” He mouthed, eyebrows creased in worry. They shrugged it off. It wouldn’t be long. They could take a few more drops of drink...Perhaps
The glasses of dom perignon were pushed into both their hands, where their other onlookers took their own, asking both Nether and Night Lock how it tasted. Half holding their breath, they downed the drink in a few seconds, wanting to get it over with as fast as possible, aware they’d insist giving more.
“Excellent!” Nether chimed, giving a full blown smile, passing his own glass back to the servants who’d stuck around. Night Lock added their own word, although not particularly happy about it. “We really should be getting inside though…” He added, if only for Night Lock’s own sake.
“Ah, one of our princes was making a few last preparations to dinner…” The women who’d suggested the champagne in the first place said. “Why don’t you two check out our lovely outside gardens and courtyard? It’ll only be short bit, no more than half the hour…”
Night Lock was beginning to hate her with a burning passion. Nether agreed solemnly, asking once again if they could head inside the castle, but she refused, saying it was absolutely necessary. He then grabbed Night Lock’s wrist and dragged them off to the other side of the entrance, taking a turn behind the wall. The second their body moved, all the alcohol they’d just had seemed to plummet, sploshing low in their cut with each step, stumbling a bit.
“Ridiculous,” Nether was talking under his breath now, looking quite annoyed. “Do excuse them, this kingdom has already been so peculiar about their directions. You alright?”
Not ready to answer that question, Night Lock responded with another. “Er, where are we going?”
“Back trail behind the gardens, into the forest. We’ll have to watch out for monsters, so I’ll come with you.”
“Why are- oh.” They went red again, realizing Nether was suggesting they relieve themselves there, and felt ten times more humiliated, steps faltering. “Um.”
Nether turned, letting go of their hand. He noticed Night Lock’s loosely crossed legs and hands drawn into fists, hard enough to dig white marks.
“I could, uh, carry you?” He suggested, thinking they perhaps not make it. Night Lock bowed their head, looking guilty.
“If you...don’t mind…”
Nether didn’t seem to, for he paced behind them and swooped Night Lock into his arms bridal style, making yelp in surprise. Jostling the liquid inside them, they jammed their hands into their groin, trembling a bit.
“This is so humiliating…” They said miserably, to which Nether shrugged, as if it was nothing. He wasn’t the one desperate enough to feeling like they could leak any second.
After what felt like hours (but only minutes) Nether set them down, traveling far enough into the surrounding woods so the castle loomed behind a darkening sky and trees. Night Lock slumped against a large oak, legs weak and shaking.
“Don’t- don’t think I can do this,” They said pathetically, hands still gripped between their thighs.
“I can look away, Night, it’s fine, what’s wrong?” They couldn’t see Nether’s face, but felt grateful for how concerned he sounded.
“I’m too shy.” They breathed out, choking on words, humiliation coming off them in waves. “Help,” It was a pleaded request, and Nether felt something stir hot in his gut, Night Lock’s need far too arousing. He moved forward to stand directly behind them.
He hesitated, hands hovering in mid air. Night Lock let out another whimper, and his sex drive made the decision for him.
“Yeah, yeah okay…” He dipped his hands around their sides and pulled Night Lock’s wrists away from their crotch, to which they protested immediately, fingers curling at their side. He replaced the space with his own hands, and brought his own leg forward, nudging their legs apart with his knee.
“Relax…” He breathed in their ear, voice going husky. Slowly, he unbuckled their belt, dropping it at their side. He then undone their zipper and tugged down Night Lock’s trousers to their hips, freeing their cock and stroking it in his hand. Tears gathered quickly in their eyes, out of strain and horrible shame.
“C’mon Night,” He murmured, aiming their length downward. They shuddered, falling back against his own body. Nether, hard himself, groaned, grinding down on the curve of Night Lock’s ass. He took his free hand and pulled up the front of their uniform, splaying it over the bulge in their lower stomach. With no thought, he pressed down, jabbing his fingers into the soft skin of their bladder.
“You can let go,” He said softly as they cried out in need, cheek brushing the crook of Night Lock’s neck. With a downright moan of pleasure, something broke in Night Lock’s as they buckled, piss streaming out of them as Nether still held onto the edge of their cock, squeezing lightly and helping them along. They sobbed in relief, face a blotchy crimson, their own release pooling at their boots on the forest floor. Nether couldn’t help but gasp out himself, lost in how hot and undoubtedly attractive it was, having Night Lock whining at his mercy.
Nether had the common sense not to say anything, but he had to bite back a reply about how ridiculously turned on he was. Night Lock went limp, finishing off and collapsing into Nether’s chest with a heavy sigh. He moved his hands to cradle their body and keep them upright, as their legs were quite obviously unstable.
Nether was quite content staying like that until they fully calmed down and could...talk about what happened. Surely even in a hazy state Night Lock would realize he- well, enjoyed it. But after only a moment or two, the frenchmen went ridged, as if just woken from a nightmare, and shoved themselves out of Nether’s arms, tumbling faceforward into a tree.
“Fucking- christ.” They sputtered, bruise already forming on their forehead. They shot their hands downward to buckle up their trousers, and sucked in a long breath. Purposelessly avoiding Nether and his erection, they spun around back in the direction of the castle, head turned downward.
“Hey- Night! What the hell are you-” Nether regained his composure and went after them, catching up quickly due to their fast-walk pace.
“We have a dinner to attend.” They stuttered, voice laced with strain, and Nether could see a prominent blush still on their cheeks.
“We have time to talk about this!” He exclaimed, as they continued to go through the forest. “Don’t leave me hanging!” Nether quickly glanced down between his legs and blinked. “Is that even the correct terminology?” He shook his head and cursed himself for getting distracted.
“You stated this banquet was important, no?” Night Lock continued, stomping with annoyance.
“Stop avoiding the question!”
The two continued their bickering until they returned to the castle entrance, Night Lock narrowly avoiding their companion’s questions.
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Hi, my name's Erica, and I am a wetter.
Ever since I was little, I've been wetting myself. It started out innocently enough, with an illness that left me with a weak bladder. My parents were loving and gentle with me and my daily accidents. I did try to make it to the nearest bathroom... but sometimes I wouldn't make it in time, or they were terribly inconvenient, or even non-existent.
As I grew older, I developed some control over my bladder, although I did have accidents a few times a week. When I was a teenager, however... things got... interesting.
I had just learned about masturbating, and was in my bed, “rubbing one out” as some girls called it. I had quickly discovered that doing it with my panties on felt amazing, so that's the way I was doing it this time. In a matter of minutes, I orgasmed – and lost control of my bladder! For a couple of seconds, I was panicking, I couldn't stop! The panic receded when I realized that I was enjoying the wetness! I still had my hand between my legs trying to stem the flow. I quickly changed gears, and started rubbing my clit while still peeing. Just as I finished peeing, I came a second time, harder and more powerfully than ever before!
I had to change my sheets, of course, but you can believe that that wasn't the last time I played with myself while peeing!
Years later, I was dating – not very successfully, when the boys learned that I occasionally wet myself. I had gotten a job as a night front desk attendant at a hotel a couple miles away, allowing me to continue my education, and make rent.
It was an easy job for two reasons. First, I was naturally good with people, friendly and courteous. Second, it was really quiet at night. Quiet enough to allow me some shenanigans while on the clock.
My favorite thing to do was fill my bladder as much as possible, standing at the counter “organizing” and “cleaning”, waiting for just the right moment. I should tell you that my uniform consists of a blouse, usually in a pretty color, and a skirt. I had been informed, at the beginning, that I could choose pants or skirts – but skirts allow me to have more fun!
Standing at the counter, my legs slightly spread, I would slowly release the hold on my bladder, allowing my pee to trace its way to my peehole and out into my panties. I would marvel at the delicious warmth coating my crotch, teasing my sensitive button, already engorged and tingling. Peeing slowly like this, I cum in my panties, biting my lip to keep from groaning in ecstasy. I finish peeing after my delightful orgasm, washing some of my juices from my panties.
Another thing I like to do at work is to pee at our work desk. Behind the counter is a door that leads to our office with a desk and computer, some filing cabinets, document shredder, safe, and everything else you'd find in a hotel office. The chair behind the desk is a comfortable, cushioned affair, and feels great against a bare pussy! I'm sure I'm not the first, nor last, girl to sit in that chair and grind her mons into the fabric! I wonder how many, though, pee into the chair too!
After drinking lots more water after my first pee, I slip off my soaked panties, dropping them into a plastic sandwich bag I keep handy for just such a purpose, and sit in the chair, pulling my skirt out of the way. To savor the warmth, I only spread my thighs slightly apart so that my pee sprays my thighs. I also pee slowly, allowing the warm wetness to soak into the cushions as much as possible. I can't help but rub my pussy lips against the wet cushion as I'm peeing, and often cum just as my pee ends.
Sometimes I'm interrupted during my pee, and have to stop, stand up and fix my skirt before stepping out of the office to assist a guest. Often I can quickly finish helping the guest before practically running back to the chair and resuming my pee, and orgasm.
Since I had been interrupted, I lose my level of arousal, and have to grind harder against the cushion as I resume peeing, warming up the cooling pee, achieving orgasm only after I'm done peeing.
A couple of times, the guest takes longer than I anticipated, and I have to hold in my pee more than I'd like. When this happens, I'm usually forced to let my pee trickle out of my pussy lips and run down my legs from my bare crotch. When I'm finally allowed to escape back to the office, I'm empty of pee, or nearly so, and have to sit down, put my legs spread on the desk, and manually get myself off, finishing whatever pee is left when I come back down from my orgasm.
One time when I was feeling particularly naughty, I decided to change things up a bit. Instead of sitting on the chair, I moved it to the wall, hiked up my skirt, and sat down on the edge of the desk. Spreading my legs wide, I allowed my pee to escape my bladder and make its way to my peehole. It started as a trickle before strengthening to a gush, jetting feet away from the desk and my open peehole! It felt so great that before I had even finished, I was rubbing my button to an orgasm, followed by another after my pee came to a stop.
After moving the chair back to the desk, I had to rest for a few minutes, not even bothering to fix my skirt. I did have to help a guest, but I had recovered enough that I'm sure they never even noticed anything was off!
I'm sure many readers are wondering if I've ever been caught. The answer is: nope! No cameras in the office (thank goodness!), and I'm subtle when behind the counter so no one can tell what I'm doing. I did, however, catch my female supervisor peeing in the office!
I was a bit early for my shift, and didn't see my supervisor behind the desk, so I decided to pop my head in the office to check if anyone was in there. What I found stole my breath away and made my head spin.
Janet had pulled the chair away from the desk, slid her pants and panties to her ankles, and was wetting a gusher under the desk! It took her a few seconds to catch on that someone was at the door, and when she did, her pee stream died as her face flushed red and her mouth gaped open.
I recovered first, saying, “Would you like privacy to finish... or could I stay and watch? Either way, I promise not to tell anyone what I saw!”
She slowly blinked a couple of times, before nodding her head and motioning me to come in, and close the door behind me. As I was locking it, I heard her mumble, “I knew I should've locked the damned door.”
This was the first time I had seen a woman even partially naked, and I moved to the desk next to her leg to get a better look. As I watched, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Her completely-shaved-smooth, slightly protruding pussy lips contracted, then let loose with a powerful, hissing gusher, right under the desk next to my leg! I looked up just once, to see her watching me, a slight smile curving her beautiful lips before we both returned our attentions to her pee stream. It didn't last nearly long enough for me when it stopped less than a minute later, leaving a massive puddle under the desk.
To show my appreciation, I hiked up my skirt and dropped my panties, spreading my legs, and letting my pee come out to drench the carpet in front of me. I wasn't expecting her to be turned on by our activities, but her hand crept down to start playing with her clit and pussy! This was too much for me, so I played with myself while I was still peeing. We must've both been close to orgasm, because we both climaxed simultaneously. I finished peeing as Janet stood up, allowing a small dribble of pee to soak into her panties.
I pulled my panties up and fixed my skirt as she pulled her pants off, then her panties, before pulling her pants back on, sans panties. Which she handed to me, saying, “Thanks for the show. Keep these as a memento of today, and if you keep this our little secret, we can do something similar. Maybe even at your place or mine. Deal?”
Of course I said yes! I can't wait!
By the way, writing this all out is getting me wet, and I now REALLY need to pee! Wonder where I'll go for both?
PART 2
I'm back with more stories!
If you remember my last story, I had mistakenly walked in on my supervisor taking a leak in our hotel's office – turned out to be the best night night of my life so far! Instead of getting mad at my intrusion, she allowed me to watch, then I joined in. What a rush when we both came at the same time! She said we would do it again – and we did, which is why I'm writing!
Just days later, Janet came up to me as we were changing from her shift to mine, softly telling me, “I thoroughly enjoyed what we did together yesterday, and want to play around some more. We both have the night off tomorrow. Would you like to come over to my place?”
I was shocked, but didn't hesitate to say yes!
“Good. Fill your bladder beforehand, I'll want to start as soon as you arrive. Speaking of which, we still have a few minutes. Do you need to pee?”
“Desperately!”
“Come into the office with me, I've been holding it for the last hour, and am ready to burst.”
“Me too, Janet! I'd love to pee for you again, and see you peeing,” I said shyly. We both headed into the office, knowing we wouldn't be bothered by guests for a little while. I closed and locked the door, like last time, butterflies in my stomach, and panties wet with arousal and a dribble of pee I had let go in my excitement.
Janet surprised me again. Instead of pulling out the chair like I had anticipated, she instead pulled out the trash can that sits below the desk. Unfastening her pants, she lowered them down her legs to her knees, revealing she wasn't wearing panties! As I stared at her bare pussy, she dropped into a high squat over the trash can, and let rip with a massive piss!
“Wow, you really did have to go, didn't you?”
“Told you! Ugh, this feels so damned good!”
I was standing in front of her when she pulled her pants down, but moved into a crouch to watch her peeing. I had to put my hand up my skirt to hold in my pee, but was rubbing my clit at the same time.
Janet saw what I was doing, and smiled. Thirty seconds later, and she was done. Not bothering to pull up her pants, she just stood up, and stepped aside for my turn.
I yanked up my skirt, pulled my panties aside, stood just before the can, and let go.
Janet watched, seemingly impressed. Now she had her hand on her crotch, playing with herself as she watched me pee. This turned me on so much, but I resisted the urge to touch myself just yet.
My pee only lasted a few seconds less than Janet's, but felt just as wonderful as hers had obviously been. Once I squeezed out the last few spurts to decorate the carpet, I turned to her, and mimicked her by playing with my aroused clit and engorged lips. We watched each other play with ourselves, and again it didn't take long for either of us to cum.
Janet recovered first. After licking her hand clean, she pulled her pants up, and started out to punch out. As she walked past me, she said, “Now I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night!”
I too licked my hand clean, shuddered in joy at the taste, then set my panties back, dropped my skirt, and walked out to start my shift. Next evening couldn't “cum” soon enough!
PART 3
The next night saw me in front of Janet's apartment, having difficulty getting out of my car and walking up to her door with how much I was squirming with the need to pee! I rang the bell barely able to control my bladder.
When she answered, I greeted her with “I just peed a little.” And I had, squirting a small jet of pee into my panties.
“Shame I missed it, that's what I want to see.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Take off your skirt, but leave your panties on.”
“Can you help me? I can't do it myself right now.”
She smiled, a sweet smile, and knelt down to help me. We had moved into her living room, both in bare feet, and the soft carpet made me dribble more. Janet removed my skirt, then sat back on her heels to witness my wetting.
I spread my legs shoulder-width apart, and let my body do what it needed. My pee came gushing out so hard and fast that immediately sprayed out of my panties to drench the carpet at Janet's feet. It just kept pouring out, feeling so warm and wonderful. Having Janet watching me wet myself proved too much, and I came hard before I had finished peeing.
Once I had finished peeing in my panties, Janet leaned forward – and put her mouth to my wet panties on my crotch, and started sucking! Who knew my seemingly straight-laced boss was such a perv!
It wasn't until she pulled my soaked panties down and off my legs before continuing her oral assault on my clit and pussy that I came again, not once, but twice!
I guess she could tell that I wasn't going to be any good for the rest of the night if she kept going, so she stopped, and said, “My turn!”
Taking off her sleeping shorts and tee, revealing and extraordinarily gorgeous body, she lay down and spread her bare legs, allowing me a full, unobstructed view of her swollen pussy and high, tight tits with large areolas and pointed, hard nipples. And oh heavens, the juices dripping from her tight twat nearly sent me over the edge again!
“Strip, then kneel between my legs,” she said, and I didn't hesitate to comply. “Good. Now open your mouth, and put it on my pussy. You'll drink my piss.”
“R-really?”
“Yes. Hurry, I'm about to start, and can't hold it anymore.”
I had never done anything like this before, and wasn't sure what to expect, but I didn't want to disappoint my new lover.
I got naked in record time, nearly ripping my shirt to shreds in my haste, and placed my mouth over her shaven cunt, and immediately got a mouthful of warm, salty piss. She stopped so I could decide if I liked it or not. I swallowed, and begged for more by licking her clit. She obliged, and let go full force. I guzzled as much as I could, but couldn't keep up, allowing quite a bit to trickle back out on her crotch. She was quite enjoying herself, moaning and sighing alternatively.
Just a few more squirts more, and she was done – but I wasn't even close. Swallowing the last of her piss, I attacked her clit and pussy like she had done mine a few minutes ago. I had only ever experimented with a couple of girlfriends, but it was never as enjoyable as going down on Janet minutes after she did me. She shuddered and thrashed as the first orgasm overtook her, then again, with a scream to accompany her second orgasm. She feebly attempted to push me away, but I was relentless, licking, sucking, nibbling, jamming my tongue into her soaking wet snatch. Her next orgasm set mine off, and I had to stop.
I collapsed next to her, and she curled her hand around my neck, lightly caressing my jaw, as we both recovered our breaths, and our senses.
We were so exhausted from our multiple orgasms each that we ended up napping, right there on the piss-wet carpet. When we woke up a little while later, Janet asked me if I wanted dinner, and to refill our bladders. I said yes, “But on one condition: I piss in your mouth while standing on your bed, and you kneel before me again.”
“Of course! Do you want me to eat you out again, too?”
I thought for a few seconds, and said, “No. After I'm done wetting, I want to lie down, have you straddle my head with your legs, so that we can eat each other out at the same time.”
“Ah, I see; you want to 69, is that it?” She caressed my cheek, saying, “Sounds heavenly to me.”
Leaving our clothes scattered wherever they had been thrown, we made our naked way to the kitchen. It was a weird experience, doing such mundane domestic tasks completely in the nude – but if I could watch Janet's delicious body, including a nice, firm ass (which I had secretly been admiring while it was encased in her pants since we met), I wouldn't complain!
Janet told me where the glasses were while she heated up some Chinese food, so I got the drinks. We ate, drank (lots), and talked about anything and everything. After all the food had been eaten, and we were working on refilling our bladders, Janet tells me a shocking secret.
“Truth be told, I didn't just hire you because you're friendly, easy-going and pretty, I also hired you because you're beautiful and sexy, and I was hoping to one day end up with you in one of our beds. And after watching you wetting yourself behind the counter, I purposely peed in the office when I thought you'd walk in on me, and it came true as I had hoped.”
“Wait – you saw what I was doing? Does anybody else know?”
“Doubtful. Only someone who knows what they're looking for would spot what you were doing. And I was so incredibly turned on that I went back and watched as much as I could. And yes, I masturbated during all of it. I even burned all of it onto a flash drive so that I could watch it whenever I wanted.”
My brain froze upon this announcement. She had been watching me wet myself? And enjoying it? “So, you weren't as surprised when I walked in on you as you seemed? And that's why you were so quick to accept me watching you?”
“Yes, and yes. Although that turned out better than I had hoped, or anticipated.”
If I had been wearing panties, they'd have been soaked by now. As it was, my chair was practically dripping onto the floor with my juices. And then I realized that my bladder had by now filled up, and that I knew what was about to happen, which just turned me on that much more. “Um, Janet, I... I think it's time.”
She smiled, stood up and held her hand out for mine, then helped me stand up, and led me to her bedroom; she climbed up onto the bed before helping me up. I spread my legs to give her plenty of access, and she knelt to put her open mouth over my clit and peehole. I shuddered when she slid her tongue from my slot to my clit, and my pee started trickling out, building in pressure in no time.
Janet was a pro, however, and never wasted a drop. I ran my hands continuously through her luxurious locks as her hands fondled my ass. I tried to make it last as long as possible, but soon ran dry, and got licked clean – but not dry!
I lay down on my back as Janet swung around over me, so her sweet crotch was just inches from my face, and her face was hovering over my crotch, to the point where I could feel her warm breath teasing my clit, making me shudder some more.
She started by placing gentle kisses around my labia before lightly swirling her tongue in and about my folds.
Meanwhile, I brought her pussy down to my face with my hands on her silk-over-steel ass cheeks, and wasted no time diving into her muff, relishing the taste. I couldn't get enough!
I had just had my first orgasm of our second bout of love-making when I felt some dribbling on my face. Then again. And again! Suddenly, the flood gates opened in a deluge of sweet and salty piss! This piss tasted differently than last time, probably because she had been drinking wine and water, rather than just water as with the first piss I drank. I let the body-warmed delicious liquid coat my throat and mouth, both inside and out. Janet finished her piss and came at the same time, as I rubbed her clit with my tongue, also giving me another orgasm from her piss-orgasm.
We traded another couple of orgasms before we were forced to call it quits. It was a good thing we had nowhere to go at the time, as we were both too wiped to stand!
I moved up a little bit so that I was laying my head on the pillow as Janet tiredly turned herself around to drag herself up next to me. She threw her arm over my tits, and tangled one of her legs with one of mine. I felt some pee that had built up since my pee, so I pressed my peehole to her leg before letting it dribble out and down her leg.
“Mmmm, damn, that was a-fucking-mazing! I could totally get used to this,” Janet mumbled drowsily.
“Sorry that your bed got soaked.”
She chuckled throatily and responded, "Don't worry, darling. I anticipated this, and put a mattress protector on the bed before you got here. And sheets are easy enough to wash.”
I relaxed into her embrace, and we drifted off into a sound, dreamless sleep of the sexually exhausted. I too could get used to this. |
"Hurry up Dawn, we'll be late to professor Rowan's lab!" Lucas said as he grabbed my hand and started to drag me. I should probably give some backstory here. After Ash left Sinnoh, I continued to work at Professor Rowan's lab as his assistant. I continued to embrace contests too, of course, but most of my time is spent with the professor. Lucas, after obtaining the 8 Sinnoh badges, realized his true dream was to understand Pokemon as much as he battled and trained them. He wanted to unlock their true potential, so he decided to become a researcher at the lab. Most people also don't realize that after we dispatched team galactic, we raided their notes on the energy of Pokemon evolution, and how it could be harnessed. After a couple years of research, we discovered the process known today as mega evolution. "Sinnoh to Dawn! We've got to get to the lab or Rowan will totally give us menial work today!" I finally caught up with reality and ran after Lucas. Professor Rowan could make any day drag if you were late. One time he made us study differences between shiny Pokemon and regular Pokemon… except we were also in charge of obtaining a shiny Pokemon. I don't know about you, but shinies are a bit rarer than they tell you.
We finally arrived at the lab, and just in time too. "Well you two sure do like to arrive in the nick of time." "Sorry professor. We were just um… trying to get past a horde of wild bidoof." "I see… Well, today I have an important task for the both of you. I need you two to deliver this package to Sunnyshore city gym." "A delivery? Usually we just send them via staraptor." Lucas complained. "Ah! But this is quite an important package. Staraptor are known for getting… sidetracked. I cannot afford this to be lost or delayed. I entrust you two will get it delivered by Friday." "Friday!" I complained, "that's only three days!" "And when I was young, I used to make routine trips all across Sinnoh in a single day." I looked at Lucas, and he just shrugged. "Okay professor. We'll be on our way then?" "That would be great. Once it's delivered, feel free to take a week off. You two have been working hard!" "Thanks professor! Come on Lucas, let's be on our way!" We exited the lab, and boy was this package heavy. "So it's too fragile to bring by flying, and I can't carry this thing on a bike. Guess we'll just have to lug this thing. Take turns?" "Of course! I would never let you carry that the entire way by yourself!" "Good. Because it's your turn!" I handed him the package. "Sheesh! What's in this thing?" "Before we head out, we should grab a few supplies from the PokéMart." We walked down the road to the store.
"Good morning, Dawn! Heya Lucas, what's up?" "We just need a few things before we head out to Sunnyshore." "Okay, what'll it be?" "A dozen revives, and three dozen hyper potions." Lucas and I split the bill, and we began our journey to the sunshine city.
"So to be on time, we should probably get to at least Hearthome City today." "Wow. That's far Lucas." "I know, but better to arrive early than late, right? And we should minimize our stops to save time too." "So maybe skip lunch, and just stop to eat breakfast and dinner?" "Yeah. We have supplies too, so we shouldn't need to stop at Pokémarts or Pokémon centers." "I'm fine with that. I mean, your Pokemon beat all the gym leaders, so some wild Pokemon shouldn't be too hard." "Your turn Dawn." Lucas handed me the package. "So I wonder what's so special about whatever's in here. I hope Valkner opens this when we arrive."
We arrived in Jubilife about an hour later, and I thought we were making pretty good time. "So to Oreburgh now? Or do we need to stop?" "I'm fine. Pokemon have been minimal." I told him. So we decided to head out for Oreburgh immediately. After about 20 minutes (thanks to some darn bug catchers) we arrived at the cave. "None of my Pokemon can use flash. What about yours Dawn?" "Yeah! Roserade can use it." I sent out my Roserade, and directed her to use Flash. The entire cave quickly brightened up. A lot of Zubat immediately took off from the sudden light, which I was quite thankful for. "So it should be a straight shot that way." Lucas pointed. We quickly walked east, towards the exit of the cave. "Golem!" A wild Golem appeared! "Roserade use Razor Leaf!" Leaves spun out at the Golem. In response, it rammed my Roserade, but looked like it injured itself too. Probably Double-Edge, "Roserade use Leech Seed!" Seeds flew out and stuck to the Golem. "Now use Protect!" A force field enveloped my Pokemon. Then I heard a different voice shout, "Golem, use Feint!" The Golem rushed us at remarkable speed, and smashed right through the barrier. "Roserade!" My Pokemon was KOed. I then saw the other trainer. "Roark?" "Huh? Lucas, Dawn! I'm so sorry!" His flashlight illuminated in front of us. "I just knew it couldn't be a wild Golem!" Lucas laughed, "How are things going?" "Oh, you know. Just training for the next challenger. I heard from Valkner that you got all 8 badges?" "Yep. And now I work for the professor. Speaking of Valkner, we're delivering this package to him in Sunnyshore." "Ah! Well, good luck you two! Be safe!" His Pokemon tunneled down below the surface. "Well now that we have no light, this cave is going to be so much easier…" My bladder pressed slightly in protest. Honestly, I did have to pee when we were in Jubilife, but I figured I'd be fine getting to Oreburgh. But the cave was pitch black now, and it'd be harder to navigate.
"So which way now Lucas?" I grabbed his hand so I wouldn't lose him. I couldn't tell if my hand was too sweaty or not. "This way?" He tugged me forward, and we were going slowly so we didn't trip or fall. I just hoped he knew where he was going. After about another hour in the cave, my bladder was constantly reminding me that I really had to go. I was really regretting not stopping in Jubilife. Because of the darkness and Lucas not being able to see me, I had my hand up my skirt and holding myself pretty tightly. I didn't think I would make it. "So are we almost there?" I asked direly. "I think so. Maybe another 20 minutes?" We continued walking, and after about 5 minutes I began to leak a little into my panties. I felt the warmth spread across my hand. "Are you okay Dawn? Your breathing pretty heavily." "I'm just a little scared." "Well, we're gonna be just fine!" Easy for him to say… I thought to myself. I sharp pain shot through my bladder, and I leaked a bit more seriously this time. I felt the warmth all across my hand, and a stream ran down my bare legs into my socks. I gripped myself harder, knowing that I was on the verge of having an accident. I continued walking, and leaked a bit every couple minutes. Until I stumbled over a rock, in which a short scare caused me to release my hold. I felt the warmth running down my hand and legs, and my socks were getting soaked on the side too. Grasping the fabric and feeling the liquid pour out was quite arousing, but I slowly came to realize that there was a loud hiss to my peeing and the splatter of it on the ground. "Um, Dawn? Are you okay?" "Yeah…" I was so embarrassed right then, and I definitely couldn't tell Lucas. I tried to dry my soaked hand on the backside of my panties. We walked in the darkness for another 20 minutes or so, and my wet panties were really starting to bother me. Every so often I reached up my skirt to adjust them; the soaked fabric kept giving me a wedgie. "I can see the light!" Lucas proclaimed. "Finally… that was such a long walk." We exited the cave, and I breathed in a long sigh of relief. "Hey Dawn, let's stop at the Pokemon Center for a short break." "Okay." We walked across the street and entered the Pokemon Center. "I'm gonna use the washroom real quick. Then we can get a bite to eat?" "That's fine." Lucas left, and I quickly entered the changing room. I set down my bag, and pulled out a fresh pair of panties to change into. Just as I unbuttoned my skirt, and it slid to my shoes, someone else barged into the changing room. "Ah!" I shouted as I pathetically tried to pull my shirt down to cover my underwear. "Sorry! I didn't know you were in here!" The lady glanced down at my underwear. "Oh my… there is a restroom here young lady. This is not the restroom." My face flushed with embarrassment. "I, uh- um… didn't make it here." I looked down, "can you leave now while in change?" "Oh, sorry!" She closed the door, and this time I locked it. I can't believe I forgot to lock it. I slipped my wet underwear off, and put on a dry pair. Wet underwear does feel a little good, in a naughty way, but the feeling of dry underwear is so much more comfortable. I examined my wet pair, and noticed a slight yellow tinge where they were wet. "Oh no! They have a stain!" I stuck the wet pair in my bag, and exited the changing room. Thankfully, the lady was not there. Just as I returned to the entrance, Lucas exited the restroom. "Erm… Dawn?" He looked down at my legs. I looked down and noticed I forgot to put my skirt back on. I grew red and quickly pulled my skirt up. "You saw nothing!" I began to cry. Lucas embraced me, "It's been a long day. Why don't we rest up a bit?" "Okay…" I sniffled." We went into one of the rooms, and slept for the night. I woke up at around 3:00 am and wasn't sure why I woke. I tried to fall back asleep, but I kept thinking about how I'd wet myself the previous day. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. It felt good… but I wasn't sure if I would say I liked it. I was quite aroused by the feeling, but scared that someone would find out. I kinda wanted it to happen again, but I wasn't sure how to do it without someone noticing. I eventually fell back asleep.
"Dawn." I woke up to Lucas shaking my arm. "Huh?" I sat up groggily. "It's about 9:00 am. We should get going soon." "Oh. Okay. What route are we going?" I sat up on the couch and put my shoes on. "I think we should head north and then east so we reach Hearthome. After that, I think we should just continue east and follow the roads until we hit Sunnyshore. We might have to camp though by the road." "Okay. So we have to make it at least past Hearthome today." "Yeah. And we've got to reach our goal today. This package is due tomorrow." "Yep. So are we ready?" "Yeah." We headed out towards Hearthome, and I got to carry the package first. Nothing eventful really happened, and we reached Hearthome in about 7 hours. I really had to pee by the time we arrived. "Okay I need to make a restroom break, like right now." "Okay. We'll stop at the Pokemon center." We hurried to the center, and I quickly rushed to the ladies' room. As I sat down on the toilet, the pee was already coming out of me. The relief felt SO good. I came out of the restroom, and we continued on our way.
We stopped to camp at about 9:30, and ate a small dinner. I fell asleep right after we ate. Of course I had dreams. I dreamt that I was in a crowd, and was struggling against team galactic. In my dream we followed them into the Distortion World, and I was attacked by Giratina. As he lunged at me, I awoke with the heart racing. It was around 2:00 am, and everything was dark. I'll admit that I was a little scared camping on the road with almost no Pokemon awake. I realized the reason I woke up was because I had to pee, but I was scared to get up. I reached down into my sleeping bag and slid my hand down my skirt. After a while, I felt the familiar warmth run across my hand as I peed, slowly soaking the sleeping bag. |
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This takes place after the Deadlock gang is disbanded by Overwatch, so Jesse is seventeen and technically a minor. Nothing is sexual, but I mean, if that makes you uncomfortable just look away. This is multichapter, and there will probably be more than just Omo, but i won't post anything without warning.
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Jesse sat in his chair, a scowl seemingly permanently etched into his face. He leaned back in the chair that was provided, propping one foot up on the bolted down table. He seemed content to sit there angrily for a bit before he looked up at the one way window against one side of the room. “Are you gonna come in here or what. I’m not gonna start talking on my own; yer just pissin’ me off.”
There was no response.
“I know your fucking watching me. Even if it’s just one of you. That or there’s a fuckign camera on the room.” There was no way that they’d just let a criminal go un supervised.
A slight crackle came on over the intercom for the holding cell. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t cuss so much. My twelve year old daughter is here.”
His face flushed, “What? She’s been here the whole time?”
“Yes. Would you like to meet her?”
He scrunched up his face, “I’m good. Why the hell are you bringing your kid to work? Especially if you work at a place like this?”
There was no response that time.
He rolled his eyes. “Oh, so now that I’ve pointed out your parenting flaws, you don’t want to talk?”
Jesse huffed once more and leaned back further in the chair.
Moments later, the door to the room swung open to reveal a younger woman, maybe about forty, followed by a twelve year old. “I didn’t hear your response, so I brought her any way.”
He frowned, “You’re only bringing her in here because I’m young, right?’
She tilted her head slightly. “What do you mean?”
He finally lowered the feet of his chair to the ground. “You wouldn’t let your precious little angel near any of the other of the Deadlock would you? I’m young, you think I haven’t ever ogled a girl or raped one.”
The girl sneered at him but stayed where she was, relatively behind her mother.
Her mother frowned, “I wouldn’t get in the habit of putting words in other people’s mouths if I were you. It might get you into trouble.” She walked further into the room, her shoulders pulled back from her body and her head held high. She took the seat across from him. “You’re seventeen, right?”
The younger girl followed her, keeping her own back straight and looking just as in charge, but she looked far more scared. She sat down as well, but she looked like she wanted to leave.
He sneered at the two of them instead of answering.
“It’s been quite a while since I’ve been your age. And I’m guessing no one in your group was your age either.” She gave an almost unwarranted chuckle, “I don’t have to guess, I saw them. They’re all almost as old as me.”
He kept silent.
She tilted her head, smiling a little, “You were so talkative a moment ago. What happened?”
Jesse scoffed, “You weren’t in the room before.”
“Huh. I thought it was your intention to get me in here to get you talking.”
“Well I ain’t gonna say shit to you. You’re gonna use anything I say against me.”
“Smart one. So would you say my presence is making it harder for you to open up as to why you murdered all those people and transported international contraband?”
“If I say yes, will you leave?”
“Maybe. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I mostly wanted to introduce you to my daughter. She’s probably the first person you’ve seen anywhere close to your age in a while.” She looked to her daughter and nudged her with her elbow. “Say hi, Fareeha.”
Fareeha scrunched up her nose. “I’m good.”
Jesse scowled, raising an eyebrow. “Not good enough for you?”
The older woman rolled her eyes. “Now that you two know each other--”
He cut her off. “Please. Don’t talk about me as if you know me.”
She only smiled in response, but her eyes screamed ‘Not this edgy teenagter bullshit again.’ Instead, she only said, “I know enough, Jesse.”
He fell silent seeing as that was the first time she said his name.
She was silent for a moment as if waiting for him to say anything. When he didn't speak, she continued. “I’m not going to ask you anything right now. There were a lot of people in your group so we’re stretched a little thin, and I want to focus most of our efforts on your leaders. You’re a small fry, a junior member. You can see why I’m not concerned with getting information out of you.”
His scowl grew deeper, if possible. “I know shit.”
“I’m sure you do. Don’t be offended, I have a special interest in you too. But we’re going to keep you here and someone will be watching you at all times.”
“Do you have enough employees for that?”
She gave another roll of the eyes. “I’m sure I do. You’ll mostly be with Blackwatch mostly anyway. Any other questions?”
“Yeah.” He shifted idly in his seat. “What’s the chance of me getting out of here?”
Fareeha gave him an incredulous look. “Did you just ask if there was any way you could escape?”
Hs glared at her for a brief moment. “Not like that. Is there any reason at all that you would ever let me out of this small room. Like to walk around or to get food or anything like that.”
The older woman answered him this time. “No, absolutely not. Despite your age you are still a criminal, and you can’t walk around freely, or even really with our agents with you. Plus, I find it better to deprive you of certain things; it makes you more open to talk. It won’t be that long before you get moved to prison anyway. We just need to get our information.”
Jesse huffed and flopped against the back of his chair. “Well good luck getting through to the boss.”
She gave him a genuine smile. “Thanks. If you have any more concerns ask to see Ana.” She stood up and walked out of the room. Fareeha followed closely, her sundress fluttering softly.
Jesse sighed softly and let himself fall silent. There was no point in whining when there was no one to listen. Well, there might have been someone listening, but he didn’t want to talk anyway.
Instead, he sat in silence, focussing on anything but the growing silence and the budding discomfort that settled heavily in his lower abdomen.
It was only a few hours before he was fidgeting lightly. He glanced towards the one sided window. “Hey. What happens when I need to piss?” He hoped that there was someone there and he wasn’t talking to no one like an idiot.
Sure enough, the intercom buzzed to life, “Then you hold it. You’re a big boy.” There was a slight accent to the gruff voice that answered him almost immediately.
He frowned. “It’s been some time since y’all arrested me. And I have no idea when I’m going to get out of here, what if I can’t be a big boy? Are you going to put me in time out?”
“You’re already there.”
He scoffed. “Then what? Are you gonna spank me?”
“If a holding cell is time out for people like you, do you really want to be spanked?” the voice paused, as if waiting for an answer. “Yeah. Now shut up.”
He rolled his eyes and fell silent, thought that only lasted for a few minutes. “Hey. Are y’all gonna feed me?”
Again, the gruff, man’s voice filled the room. “No. Stop whining.”
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Stare at the wall and think about what you’ve done. This is time out isn’t it?”
Jesse sighed and went back to staring at the wall, willing himself not to fidget in front of this already grumpy man assigned to look after him and for his boss and whoever else was being questioned, which was apparently everyone but him to give quick honest answers. Most of all, he willed himself not to piss himself like a kid.
For the entirety of that day he had eaten beans but mostly he had drank a whole lot of water.
He sat and waited. Waited for what? He wasn't quite sure. Maybe to be carted away or released, or for the boss to get him, or for the woman to come back. Mostly he was waiting for himself to fall apart and accept that this was reality now.
That came eventually. The falling apart, that is.
Without much warning, piss started gushing from his crotch. He hadn't made much of an effort to stop it in an attempt to not look desperate for the past hour. So without the helpful squeezes of his hand of the thigh clenching, there was nothing stopping the flood gates.
The urine beaded up ever so slightly on top of his soaked crotch before trickling down onto the seat of the metal chair only to be absorbed by the fabric on the butt of his jeans. Eventually, it was even too much for that. The slightly yellow puddle leaked to the back of his thighs then fell off the chair, making some noise as it splattered onthe floor.
His cheeks were hot with tears and the blush that undoubtedly stained his tanned skinned. He wasn't full out sobbing or anything, but this wasn't pleasant. God, he was glad he was alone.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, the slight crackle of audio and electricity alerted him of a witness he forgot about. There was a soft ‘What the fuck.’ In that same voice that was probably not entirely directed at him, then a more clear, “Hey kid, you okay?”
Jesse remained silent, willing the tears that had collected to go away.
The intercom didn't shut off, allowing him to hear the voice call for backup. It shut off just a bit later.
Nearly ten minutes after he pissed himself, the door to the cell opened to reveal two men, one blond, one almost completely shaved. Both were frowning.
The darker stepped forward, speaking in the same voice from overhead, “You need to shower.”
When Jesse didn't move, he sighed and grabbed his upper arm and hoisted him to his feet, throwing the wet chair back a bit too. Once he was standing, he cuffed his hands together. “Sorry bout this, but you're still a criminal. And I don't doubt your ability to do damage when you want.”
The blond spoke up, “You afraid of a piss soaked pipsqueak, Gabe?”
“Ask the people he killed that, Jack.” A hand still on his upper arm, he lead the teenager out of the holding cell, presumably to the showers. Jesse avoided eye contact with both men, and he sure as hell didn't say anything.
Once in a room very similar to a locker room, the handcuffs were removed. “Undress and shower.”
He looked both men up and down, his gut twisting up. “Can't you spare me some privacy?”
The one called Jack scowled, “What, so you can find a weapon and attack us while we're vulnerable.”
He blinked slowly, breathing deeply. A headache was already starting to form from getting as worked up over this as he was. “What could I even use?”
“Like I'm going to give you ideas.”
“Well, can you just take a step back? I'm vulnerable here too.”
He rolled his eyes. “Disrobe and shower. If I have to tell you again, you're not going to shower.” He added, “Even letting you shower now is giving you too much,” under his breath.
Jesse frowned and closed his eyes for a moment, a wave of vague dizziness washing over him for a moment. He didn't know why, but it passed. “Please.” His voice had gone softer, and even softer than that, he spoke one last bit, “I just want to go home?”
His brows furrowed in anger. “Oh you want to go home? What about everyone who you and your fucking posse are keeping here for questioning? Or all the people you robbed out of home? Or all the people you killed who can never go home and see their family ever again? But you want to go home? Well guess what, kid? You don't have anywhere to go but a max security where you're going to rot for the rest of your days in hell, where you belong.”
His face crumpled at that, as did his body. His legs collapsed, allowing his wet thighs to press against his calves and his knees against his chest he crossed his arms around his abdomen and buried his red, tear streaked face in his knees, unable to even look at the men anymore. “I know!” He wailed.
Gabe sighed out of disgust for both the men in the room with him. He touched his earpiece, unseen to the now sobbing teenager in front of him. “Ana, I need you in the men's locker room in hall D.”
There was a pause before he spoke again. “It's self explanatory if you come here. It's about the kid you were interested in.” |
This chapter doesn't really contain omo? There's some emeto and dacryphilia. It's mostly to move the plot along. I'm sorry. I know this isn't the focus of this site, but like? This is my thread now, and if this makes the overall story more coherent, I'm going to add it. Cause other wise, the third chapter will be hella confusing for you.
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Silence fell over the room, though it was often broken by the already broken sons of Jesse or the disgusted scoffs of Jack.
Eventually Ana walked into the locker room, no regard for if she would see a naked man. “You're dragging me away from first hand accounts, this had better be important.” She stopped herself when she saw Jesse, “What happened, better yet, whose fault is it.”
Jack shrugged, “I didn't coddle him if that's what you mean.”
“Makes sense. Can you go find a uniform in his size, he can't walk around in those clothes. Gabe and I will make sure he gets cleaned up.”
Footsteps echoed off the tiles as jack left.
Ana took his place, “Jesse, stand up.”
He didn't reply.
“Can you stand up on your own or does Gabe need to help you?”
Still no response.
She gestured and Gabe walked over to him. Once again he grabbed his upper arm and hoisted him to his feet, though this time he had to hold him there. Tears were still rapidly making their way down his face.
“Good. I need you to calm down. Nothing is going to change for better or for worse right now, especially if you don't calm down. Can you take a few deep breathes for me?”
Jesse forced himself to inhale deeply albeit shakily, and exhale in much the same way. He did that a few times before the tears slowed and he finally supported himself. He brought a hand up to swipe at his face.
Gabe let go of him as Ana spoke again. “Excellent. Now you need to shower. Can you get undressed and shower?”
“Can I get some privacy?” The same request as before but his voice was shaky this time around.
She shook her head, “You understand why I can't let you out of my sight, right?”
He bit his lip, “It's fucking stupid.” Of course his voice cracked on the one sort of tough thing he managed to say in the past half hour.
The barest hint of a sympathetic smile appeared on her face. “Maybe. If you don't want to undress, you can't shower or change into clean clothes. Are you okay with that?”
He didn't say anything, instead he started to stop, keeping his gaze on the floor as his lean, scarred body was revealed.
As soon as his soaked underpants were thrown to the floor with a wet plop, he scurried into the shower and turned it on.
No one said anything while he washed himself quickly. There were the tell tale sounds of Jack's return, namely the door creaking open and his boots squeaking against the tiles. Then the sounds of Ana leaving after a few hushed words covered up by the overwhelming noise of blood pounding in his ears and the water swirling around his feet.
At least it was hot water. Some places with mass showers didn't have hot water. Once he was washed with as much efficiency as he could get with just water, he stepped out of the stream.
Jack and Gabe were still standing there, a uniform that looked roughly his size on a bench near them. Gabe held out a towel for him. “Dry off and get dressed.”
He sighed wanted to respond with a quip about the obviousness of the situation. But a wave of nausea and dizziness stopped him from opening his mouth lest he throw up. He just grabbed the towel and moved to grab the clothes as well.
Instead, he passed out, landing on the cold tiles.
He bolted awake some time later, he mouth filling with bile. A blond girl about his age near him saw his panicked expression and handed him a trash can which he promptly threw up into.
A bit shakily, he put it down. “Where am I?”
The nurse smiled. “Med bay. You passed out after you showered.”
He sat up a bit more in the bed he was on, noticing he was naked save for the pants someone put on him. “I passed out? I don't usually do that.”
“Not many people do. It could have been from the pressure difference between a hot shower and cold outside. That makes a lot of people dizzy, but I just think you got dehydrated. Pardon my reach…” she trailed off as she moved closer to check his pulse with her cold hand and shine a light into his eyes.
“I'm fine. I drank water today and it's not like I'm running around a desert or anything.”
“I know. But you seem to be dehydrated anyway. Maybe you just didn't drink enough water regardless. Good thing I put you on an IV.”
Fareeha walked into the room, scowling at Jesse, then shifting her slightly softening gaze to the nurse. “Angela, you were told to call Gabe when he woke up”
Angela turned to her. “He might be awake, but he's not ready to leave.”
“You shouldn't be talking to criminals. He's dangerous.”
“Don't worry, I have a gun.” The smile she had on her face was still present.
Jesse sighed, “Thanks for the warm reception and helping me not puke on your cot, but I think I am ready to go back.”
It was only then that her smile disappeared, “Do you want to leave? Why? Don't you hate those questioning rooms and how they ignore your human rights in order to get answers.”
Fareeha moved closed, sitting on a stool next to Angela. “To be fair, he violated other people's rights, like life, happiness, and property.”
Jesse rolled his eyes, “Listen, I know you and everybody else in this fucking building has a beef with me, but do you really think that I committed or even had a hand in every crime the deadlock did. I'm a criminal, yeah, but cut me some slack, kid.”
Angela sighed, “You could have genuinely killed those people and I wouldn't care. No one deserves that, but it's what Ana wants, and usually people are only held for a day at most. No one's gotten that dehydrated before…” she trailed off, a frown on her face.
He shrugged, “Must have been a remnant from being arrested under the hot sun. Can you hand me that shirt?”
She nodded and handed him the uniform shirt.
He started to put it on but stopped half way. “Can you take this IV out of my arm.”
“I don't know if I should let you go quite yet…”
“It's fine, it's either I take it out or you do. You have more experience than I do.”
With a sigh, she undid the IV and put a bandage where it was. “I'll call Gabe in here if you really want to leave.”
Jesse finished putting on the shirt. “It's nothing against you, darling. I'm afraid I'll be in for more trouble if I take any longer than necessary.” He stood up, only swaying slightly.
Another sigh passed her slightly parted lips. “Okay.” She put a finger to her ear piece. “Gabe, you can come collect Jesse now. He's awake.”
A voice feminine voice answered her instead,“Actually Angela, I'd like to speak with him if I may. You can keep him in the med bay.”
She sighed heavily, “So I took that IV out for nothing.”
“Yep. Is Fareeha with you?”
“Yes ma'am.”
“Excellent, I'll be down in a bit.”
She nodded and took her hand away from her ear. “Ana's coming to get you.”
Not too long later, Ana showed up and sat down in yet another chair. “Gabe’s busy and I'm finished asking questions. It's almost time for all of you to get shipped out to a prison.”
Jesse frowned, “Why are you here to tell this to me?”
The woman shrugged in return, “Sympathy. I told you I had an interest in you, did I not? Did I ever tell you why I had an interest?”
He shook his head.
“Your age, mainly. And the way you carry yourself. You act like a teenager, full of angst and faux edginess, but I don't think you're genuinely a bad person. I don't many people your age could be evil. I think you did stupid, illegal things because of the environment you were in. Personally, I think that morals are only ditched if there is something wrong with a person or if circumstances calls for it.”
There was a small pause in her speech, allowing Jesse to jump in. “Why are you telling me this? Even if I were to agree, who cares? Whatever circumstances I was forced into, I should have known better and all that shit. I can tell you a sob story. That doesn't mean you shouldn't send me to prison. Everyone has a sob story, doesn't mean you can take pity on everyone. Everyone needs to own up to the shit they did.”
Ana shrugged. “I just don't think you're a bad kid. And I think you got handed the short end of the stick in life, and in your gang. But my morals aside, you're awfully skilled. You weren't that involved in the politics of the deadlock, but you sure as hell were an asset to them. A lot of them said that, and we knew of your talents before that.”
“So? There are a lot of people in deadlock that can shoot a gun just as fast as I can.”
“True, but I don't think all of them are redeemable. They might have been forced down the wrong path, but they're not young and malleable like you. I think there's still hope for you and I think it would be a shame if you were to be forced into an adults prison, surrounded by men twice your age, just wasting away.
His scowl fell as his face relaxed. “You're really thinking bout letting me go?”
“Mother no!” Fareeha, who had been relatively calm stood up. “You can't let a murderer and a rapist and a theif and a smuggler walk the streets!”
Ana looked at her daughter, relatively calmly. “It's not your decision Fareeha. It's not mine either.” She turned to stare at Jesse. “You would be with black watch since you could serve best there. And to be clear, you wouldn't be completely free. You would be the legal charge of someone if they agree to take you on, and if you ever become a deserter, consider yourself an inmate at a max security prison. But it will be better than living in fear of getting raped everyday.” She stood up, “We’ll just see how everything pans out. Let's go back to your cell, yes? It's clean now, and your clothes have been washed.”
Jesse stood up and followed her out of the room silently. |
Contains plot and omo. Idk. Critique me?
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Ana lead jesse silently back to the holding cell. The puddle he had left was cleaned up and his once wet clothes were sitting, folded up on the table.
He stepped into the small square room only to hear the click of the door being shut. With that, he stepped forward to change into his other clothes. Whoever was watching could just deal with seeing him relatively nude. In the end, the uniform he was leant was left in a less tidy pile on the table as he resumed sitting in the chair.
A couple minutes later, The man named Gabe walked into the room with a tray of food. He put it down in front of the teen as he sat down across from him. “Angela and Ana wanted to make sure you're healthy. You look fine to me.”
Jesse shrugged and picked up the plastic. Of course they wouldn't give him a fork. “You were the one to see me pass out.”
“Yeah. Had to dry you off and get you dressed before I got you to Angela.”
He started to poke at the potatoes on the tray. “Why? She's medically trained, she's seen a dick before, hasn't she?”
“I wouldn't know. And I felt like you'd get pissy if I gave you away like that. Why do you care? Just shut up and eat; you're getting better treatment than most people that come through here.”
Jesse took a few bites and downed half the glass of water before speaking again. “Are you going to stay until I'm done eating?”
He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so. “I'll have to take the tray back when you're done, so it makes sense.”
He nodded and took another bite. “You're part of blackwatch, right? Have y'all started talking about whether or not you're gonna keep me?,
Another shrug from Gabe. “We started talking as soon as you came in. Ana is always trying to save young souls. Jack is opposed to it.”
“What about you?”
“I'm not going to give you any false hope. Let's just leave it at that.”
He rolled his eyes. “I haven't met anyone else from blackwatch have I?”
“Ana technically. She's part of everything.”
Jesse nodded. “Is it like a majority vote thing, or if anyone is willing to take me in, will I be taken in?”
Gabe scoffed, “We’ll see. I think you've gotten too optimistic.”
“Kay fine. When are we getting shipped out to prison? I kind of don't want to stay the night here.”
“I don't know. How about you stop asking me questions.”
He frowned, “You're here, why not get answers out of you.”
“what makes you think I have answers?”
He shrugged. “You know more than me.” The not once again fell silent and finished eating the meal placed in front of him. He pushed it towards Gabe. “Finished.”
Instead of standing up, Gabe kept sitting. “Hey kid, how long were you with that gang of yours?”
He shrugged, “As long as I could hold a gun and not die. Five years or so I guess. Why do you ask?”
It was Gabe’s turn to shrug. “You just don't eat like someone who's been in a gang a long time.”
“What does that even look like?”
He shrugged yet again. “It just looks different. You'd know if you spent as much time as I have watching people like you.” He took the tray and stood up. He started towards the door but hesitated. “One last question, kid. Why did you join them?”
“Getting personal, ain't ya?” Jesse crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.
“I brought you food, just tell me.”
With a sigh and shrug, he spoke. “Cause there wasn't much else in my small town. I was on my own, and when you're ten and alone, there ain't much to do but steal or beg. No one can afford another mouth to feed, and you can't get a job unless a gang comes along and they happen to like the way you look. If you can pull your weight, you do what it takes to have any security. Why'd you join Overwatch?”
“You're getting too personal.” Gabe left the room, making sure to slam the door as he left.
Jesse pouted and slinked back in the chair. At least he had something to eat before he was going to prison. He resigned himself to staring at the wall until they collected him again.
Eventually, Gabriel came back, this time with papers and a pen in hand. He sat down, again without explaining why he was there first. “I was talking with some people and there are enough people who agree it would be beneficial for us as an organization to have you on our side.”
Jesse cocked his head to the side, letting his slightly unkempt hair fall around his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“I'm sure Ana told you. You seem like a redeemable person, and you'd be an asset to us. I talked to some people and now I can formally offer you a compromise. I can legally adopt you and post bail, but you'd be immediately drafted into our ranks. I would be your CO and guardian, so you'd have to listen to everything I say, and the training will be rough. But I still think it's better than rotting in some prison. What of you think?”
“Do I get any say in this?”
“Of course. There are only two choices though. Join us or join your group in max security.”
He frowned, “I don't know why that's a question. I'll put up with whatever hazing you have in store for me as long as it means I'm relatively free.”
Gabe nodded, “That's what I thought.” He picked up the pen he had let fall to the surface of the table just a bit before. The room was filled with silence and the occasional scratch of the pen on paper.
“Okay, it's official. You're mine, and in a bit you're part of blackwatch.” He stood up and went to the door for the umpteenth time, opening it with his keys. “Let's go.”
“Where are we going?”
“To find Ana.”
“You're not going to call reinforcements or handcuff me?” So far, the only person to trust him enough to have their back turned to him in an open environment was Ana. But that was likely because she was skilled in combat.
“If you kill or hurt me, then you're freedom goes out the window. I think that's threat enough for you to behave like a good boy. Now come on.”
A bit startled at the speed all this was happening, Jesse stood and followed him out.
Ana was just outside the door, apparently on her way in. She stopped in her tracks, a bit startled. “I was coming in to check on you. Did you decide on anything, Gabe?”
“Yeah, he's with us now.” He handed the papers over.
She looked them over and nodded. “Good. Show him around, get him settled and he'll join training tomorrow.”
Gabe nodded in turn and walked off. Jesse followed.
After a quick tour--quick meaning Gabe walked briskly through the building--they were in a car, driving away from the base, the older now dressed in civilian clothes which weren't too much different than what he was wearing before. e.
Jesse frowned out of the car window at the now darkened sky. “It's late.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“Just saying. Y'all ambushed us late morning. Almost a full twelve hours later I've had one meal and that's cause I'm lucky. What about the other guys? Did they get food or water, or at least get their wounds looked at?”
“You shouldn't concern yourself with them. They're on their way to jail and you won't see them again.”
Jesse fell silent for a bit, though it didn't last long. “Where are we going anyway?”
“Shopping. You need clothes and other belongings.”
He nodded slowly, “I reckon I do. Something tells me you're not gonna let me anywhere near the base.”
“The Deadlock base? No, absolutely not.”
He cracked the barest hint of a smile, “What, you don't trust me?”
“I trust you enough to walk around unarmed in an open environment where you can't get a gun. I trust you enough not to do something stupid enough land your ass in prison. But I don't nearly trust you enough to let you anywhere near your old home or teammates or weapons, especially if I'm the only one with you.”
For some reason, his smile grew, “Aw, how flattering, you think I'm dangerous.”
“You were in a gang up until twenty minutes ago. I don’t doubt your ability to cause me harm if you want. If we’re being realistic, I bet I could. Take you in a fight, easily, but it’s a fool’s game to gamble.”
Jesse fell into a prolonged silence as they finished their drive. Eventually, Gabe parked in the lot of a store. In just a few minutes, they were busy in the clothing area.
After three pairs of pants, Jesse huffed as he was sent back to the changing room with another pair of pants. “Are you gay?”
Gabe pulled a face. “Where's that coming from?”
“You're obsessing over clothes. All of these pants fit fine. This is a waste of time.”
“You need to be able to move well in the clothes you wear. Could you fight in those clothes?”
He shrugged, “Sure. I guess.”
He shook his head, “You can't. You need close fitting but not overly tight pants. Preferably with a diamond crotch.”
He rolled his eyes, “Sounds gay to me.”
Gabe scoffed, “Just go change your damn pants and stop talking about sexuality.”
“You didn't say no.”
His already small, unamused frown grew into a scowl. “I think you're projecting, go change. Now.”
He sighed and stalked back into the changing room. He came back out with the next
pair of pants. “What about this?”
Gabe shook his head, “Not quite. Let's go to another store.”
He whined, “Why? Can't you just settle?”
“No. Let's go.”
Jesse huffed but went back into the changing room to get his original pants. At least they had gotten some shirts. He followed to the checkout line, sulking most of the way. After a bit he spoke up, “Hey, while you're doing this. Can I go use the restroom?”
“No. You need to stay with me.”
He whined, “I'm not five, and I'm a free man now. Just let me go, I'll be gone for a few minutes.”
“I already said no. We're going to be leaving in a minute anyway. Can't you handle yourself for a few minutes?”
He frowned but fell silent as Gabe purchased the items.
In the car, Jesse slouched in the passenger seat, his feet propped against the dashboard.
Gabe frowned, “Where'd this pissy attitude come from all of a sudden?”
He shrugged, “Take a guess.”
“What, are you grumpy because I didn't let you take a piss? Or are you just tired? You're not a toddler, you don't get to be grumpy because you're minority uncomfortable. Shape up.”
He grunted but righted his position.
In the next store, he started walking away from Gabe almost immediately.
The older grabbed his wrist, “Where the hell do you think you're going?”
He frowned in return, “Bathroom. I still need to piss.”
“I thought I told you to shape up. You can handle yourself can't you?”
Had he been asked that a day ago, he would have answered definitely. But now he wasn't so sure. He had already pissed himself in front of this man just hours ago. And he hadn't felt any urge to go until twenty minutes ago when it hit almost suddenly.
He frowned but let Gabe drag him away. He feared that showing resistance would land him somewhere unsavory.
The pressure in his lower stomach only built as he was handed a pair of pants and sent into the changing room. He gave himself a squeeze before pulling on the pants and walking out for inspection.
Gabe pursed his lips. “It's too long, but otherwise fine. Let me go look for a something similar. Just wait here.”
He rolled his eyes a bit but went back into the changing stall to wait. Once he was shielded from the outside world, he stuck his hand back to his crotch for extra support. His bladder was filling at an alarming rate for a reason he did not know, and frankly he hated it.
His hips bucked into his hand and he bit back a whine. God, he hoped there was no one else around.
It was only a couple minutes before Gabe slung a pair of pants over the stall door. “Try those on.”
Jesse frowned but moved to put them on. His hand brushed his now swollen lower abdomen. He hissed but kept moving. It was fine, he hadn't lost any liquid.
“You okay?” Apparently he had heard him hiss in pain.
“Y-yeah I'll be fine,” he managed to stammer out. He moved to pull on the second pair as soon as he rid himself of the first. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he pulled it up. The biggest problem came as he was forced to button it up. The waist of these jeans was now digging into his bloated bladder.
Just another hiss would have escaped Jesse had something else not escaped. A small trickle of urine escaped him, wetting the fabric of his newly cleaned underwear just barely. A gasp almost like a yelp accompanied the escape of the urine.
Gabe rapped on the stall door, “Are you okay?”
“Not really.” He finished fastening the pants and opened the door. Gabe was standing right there. “How does this look?”
“Fine. You said you weren't doing well?” A touch of concern invaded his face.
“Yeah. I still need to go to the bathroom. Can we just buy these?”
He nodded. “Go change, I'll grab another pair.”
As Gabe left, Jesse closed the door and started to change. Once again he ran into the trouble of touching his swollen stomach too much. But the time he had his original pants on, there was quite a noticeable wet spot on his underwear. He knew there soon would be one on his jeans.
He sighed and sat down to put on his boots. Sitting down was almost a relief, but leaning over was a mistake. Compressing his bladder was too much. Almost without warning, piss started to erupt out of his, soaking his jeans and once again collecting around his ass and thighs.
A knocking came at the door. “You ready?”
He had nothing to say. What could he?
Jesse stood up, cringing at the squish of his socks. Wordlessly, he opened the door to the changing room, his face flush.
Gabe's mouth made a small ‘o’. He recovered quickly though. “Put your shoes on and we can go.”
He nodded and sat down again. Gabe already left to go buy the clothes.
Ten minutes and minimal witnesses later, they were on their way back to the base. Neither of them spoke a word this time. |
wow I'm still writing this? yes. this has some sort of forced wetting in the end.
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The next morning, Jesse was woken up by Gabriel barging into the small room he had been assigned. Usually new recruits were put in the barracks, but since he was a special case, he was given a room. Not that it mattered apparently, what with Gabe noisily making his way into the small space.
He stood in front of the bed, his arms crossed. “Get up.”
With a groan, Jesse pulled his head out of his pillow and looked up at the man, “What.”
“I said get up.”
With another groan, he got out of bed, revealing to the older man that he was just wearing an undershirt and boxers, “I'm up. What the fuck time is it?” His sentence was spoken through a yawn.”
“Six. Get used to waking up at this time.”
“This is insane. Why do I have to be awake this early?”
“Training. Well, usually. Today you have assessments, and once we know what you know and what you can do, you’ll either train with the rookies or train mostly on your own. Get dressed.”
Jesse huffed again but started moving to grab a shirt and pants. Once he was more or less dressed, he turned to Gabe. “What kind of assessments?”
“Mostly physical, see how far you can run, how much you can deadlift, how well you can shoot a gun. But also medical, Jack will take you to that.” Gabe started walking out of the room once the teen was dressed.
“How about I just tell you what I know and we skip all this? I can shoot a gun pretty damn good. I can run fine, but I've never been much of a sprinter, I don't know how much I can lift, but I ain't weak, and I'm in fine health. Ain't nothin wrong with me.”
The last statement caused the older to stop and turn to raise a brow at him, “Really? Cause you keep wetting yourself.”
A hint of color rose in Jesse’s cheeks. “You honestly can't blame me for that, that's all on you and your bullshit rules around here. There's too much bureaucracy in the government and military or whatever larger organization owns Overwatch. There's so much red tape.”
He started walking again, apparently leading the boy to the mess hall. “You're blaming the rules for your lack of composure? Sounds like a cop out.”
“Whatever. Still don't think it warrants any kind of medical checkup.”
“You're getting one, end of discussion.”
True to his word, the conversation was over, and all other attempts at arguing it were cut short seeing as Gabe didn't reply as he walked Jesse through getting breakfast.
It took half an hour for him to get fed and handed an earpiece. “I'm going to leave you with Jack since I have to watch the rookies train. Touch it here when you speak and basically everyone with an earpiece can hear you, so just don't be stupid. Contact me or Ana if you need anything.”
Jack walked up to the two, eyeing Jesse as he did. “Hey Gabe. Is he ready?”
Jesse sneered, “Why don't you ask me yourself instead of taking over me like I'm some sort of dog.”
Gabe swatted the back of his head lightly, “Don't talk to your superiors that way.”
He brought up a hand to rub the back of his head, though he wasn't really hurt. He didn't have a response, he just followed as Jack quickly pecked Gabe on the lips and lead him away.
They walked the relatively empty halls in silence for a few minutes, but inevitably, Jesse ruined that. “So you and Gabriel are in a homosexual relationship?”
Jack turned his head slightly to glare at him, “Don’t phrase it like that, and don’t say it like those words will kill you. The only thing that will hurt you here is your ignorance and me if you don’t shut up.”
He held up a hand. “Nah, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry, I just never know how to ask without sounding like a bigoted jackass. I’m cool with it. It’s 2040 for crying out loud.”
“Yeah? Well twenty years ago it was still an issue, so forgive me for not believing your scum ass for a second. Just leave the topic alone.”
He huffed, “Just saying, we have bigger problems to deal with than two dudes kissing. Like omics and people kissing.”
Jack huffed but continued to walk him to the med bay.
Once there, an older man looked up, “Ah, so this is my seven o’ clock. Have a seat.”
Jesse moved to sit down on the cot across from where the doctor was sitting on his rolling chair. “I thought that Angela was the medic here.”
“No, she’s more like an assistant. She’s very bright, but she hasn’t gone through medical school. She’s away patching up minor wounds of people who just got back from last night's mission, so you’ll have to deal with me instead of a cute girl. Can I see your arm?”
He reached out his arm, “I wasn’t asking because I think she’s cute or-” He was cut off my the doctor stabbing his arm near his elbow joint. “Ow, what the hell?”
“You’re fine, stop whining, “I’m just taking a bit of blood for tests.” Once he got his blood, he set it aside. “Any medications you’re on or any medical conditions?”
“No. Is this really proper medical procedure?” He pulled his arm away and cradled it once it was released.
“Who knows, I haven’t been to the real world since the first omnic crisis.” He swiveled in his chair and grabbed a small plastic cup. “Allright, I need you to pee in this cup so we can run some other tests.”
Jesse frowned as he took the small plastic cup from him. “But I don’t really need to go right now…”
“That sucks. Do it anyway.” He turned to Jack, “You can get him some water if you need, but I will need that cup filled..”
Jack nodded and gripped Jesse’s arm, a lot lighter than he expected. “Come on, let’s go.”
Jesse frowned up at him, “I can walk myself, I’m not a dog.” He did stand up though and follow him out of the med bay.
“I don’t really trust you. You are a criminal after all.”
He shrugged and fell into silence. There was no point in trying to argue that; he was still a criminal, even if all charges had been dropped. And it didn’t really seem like Jack was the type of person to let rigorous law breaking go because of a tragic backstory. SO he just stayed quiet and decided to do what Jack ordered him to do, though he still scowled at him.
In the end, he was asked--asked being the nicest of the words to describe how Morrison gave the request--to down around half a liter of water. Soon enough, he had to piss. Badly.
His hips twitched as he refused to move his thoughts together or stick a hand in his crotch. “Okay, I need to piss now, Can I stop chugging water? I swear to god, you're going to kill me with all this water.”
“You’ll be fine. We can go to the bathroom though.” He started leading him off again, though this time he didn’t grab his arm. He was growing comfortable around Jesse, and Jesse was starting to get cocky.
They reached a bathroom just as Jesse started to walk with his knees pressed together to try and alleviate some of the pressure. He had the little plastic cup in his pocket, he had to pee, there was a stall right there, but he stuck around to sass Jack a little bit.
He rubbed his thighs together a little, trying to hold back a smirk. “So, I noticed you’ve taken a disliking to me. How can your boyfriend like me enough to take me in and you still have a stick so far up your ass that you can’t see anything in me other than a thug?”
Jack drew up a corner of his mouth, though not in a smirk, in more of a grimace or sneer. “I can’t excuse the fact that you had a hand in all of the deaths that happened because of your group.”
He scoffed, trying to discreetly dance from foot to foot. “We didn’t even kill people really. I only ever saw anyone in trouble when the local PD or people like you tried to get involved. I don’t know why you guys thought we were so bad, no one died.”
He set his jaw and his eyebrow twitched. Apparently that was the last straw. “Liste kid. I don’t know if you’re trying to get a raise out of me, or if you’re just plain ignorant, but you should know better than that.”
Jesse frowned, all traces of his smirk gone, now he was sort of upset. “I ain’t ignorant. You’re the ignorant one. What kind of life did you live before you started to work here? Huh? I bet you had a perfect family where your mom baked roasts on the weekend and your dad had a nine to five job, loved you, and always made time for you. And because you had a good home life, you did well in school and sports, and eventually got into the military. ANd now you have some sort of sick sense of justice, because you grew up with black and white morals and never were forced to look outside of that. You’ve never had to make a tough decision. You’ve never been the bad guy. You’ve never taken your head out of your ass or stepped outside your stupid bubble of perfect.”
That monologue was all it took for Jack to pin Jesse to the wall. He put a hand roughly to his shoulder and pushed him up against the tiled, bathroom wall, keeping him there with his now too close body. “I don’t know who the hell told you you’re special, but you aren’t You aren’t the only one with a rough past, and not everyone around you came from a perfect home. But that’s besides the point. The point is that you are truly stupid to think that having grey areas in your morals excuses all the things your group did. And you’re ridiculous to think your actions didn’t have any consequences.
“Do you know how many people died from the drugs and weapons you peddled? What about The people you inevitably got killed when you guys blew up shit to get what you wanted? Are you so dense t believe that the buildings and trains had no one in them? Just money? What about when you were shooting at the PD or other military groups. DId you really think that not one person died? How stupid are you?”
He glanced down his nose at him, noticing how he was squirming a bit now. He seemed to writhe under the pressure of the situation, but also from the pressure that was no doubt settling and growing in his lower abdomen. They were in the bathroom for him, it made sense for him to need to piss. He smirked and worked his own knee between Jesse’s thighs, forcing him to spread his legs and probably lose some control. “I don’t want to hear you speak to me about how you think you’re a good person. You’re not, and you won’t be in my book for a long time. You can’t just say you’re past all the shit you’ve done and pretend we’re good. I’m not as easily convinced as Gabe is.”
Jesse’s shoulders stiffened as he leaked a bit. God, he really had to piss. The water he was forced to drink just a bit before. Still, he did not back down. “You think I’m an inherently evil person, don’t you? Do you think I wanted to put up with everything they did? That I agreed with everything that happened? If you’ve ever been without a home, you’d learn to put up with a lot of things just to be promised a meal and a place to sleep. So don’t fucking tell me that I’m a bad person that you can’t trust just be--” He cut himself off with a gasp as he started to piss himself. His muscles were evidently tired from yesterday.
The urine soaked through the seat of his jeans and started to run down Jack’s own leg. JEsse just went silent and watched as the hot piss leaked out of him and down onto the floor, leaving sloppy wet streaks on three different legs as it went. The sound of it hitting the tiles below was deafening. Every little drop sent ripples in the already expansive, mostly clear lake that was developing below the pair.
Jesse wasn’t crying, no, but he wasn’t really reacting positively. He was barely reacting, just shuddering from relief or the shame of having not made it to the bathroom a single time in the entire time he had been in the base. Eventually, he reached a single hand up to the ear piece he was given not two hours ago. He pushed the mic button and spoke, “Gabe, I don’t think I’ll be able to do any physical tests today.”
Gabe’s response was almost immediate, “Why the hell not? You better have a good excuse to be wimping out this early.”
Jack spoke up, “I think you should let him go. He does seem pretty sick; he just pissed all over my leg like a dog.”
Gabe sighed. “Fine. Rest or do whatever you need to be able to do physical tests tomorrow.” |
no wetting this time, some world building and a build of setup and tying of loose ends.
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Jesse was currently stuck in bed, sick to his stomach with nerves. He couldn’t tell if it was unfounded paranoia, anxiety, or just uneasiness from the overall situation and unfamiliarity with his surroundings. His stomach was in knots regardless of what the main contributor was.
Just as he resolved for a second time to never leave this room, someone knocked on the door. He sighed and got up to answer it, expecting it to be the medic again, this time with the results of the blood and urine tests rather than asking, rather rudely, for an actual sample.
To his surprise, twelve year old Fareeha was standing there, frowning with a pack of cards in hand. “Mother sent me to check on you and keep you company.”
Jesse frowned slightly, not out of malice, but more out of uncertainty or surprise. He leaned against the doorframe, “Why? I’m fine without your help, no offence.”
She scowled at him, “Offence taken. I don’t know why she sent me. Probably more for my benefit than yours. But, I am willing to bet that we’ll both get an earful if you send me back so soon.”
He shrugged and stepped aside, “Allright, fine. Keep me company, take my temperature or whatever.”
“Thank you.” She bowed her head at him before stepping fully into the room. She sat on the bed, still clearly guarded despite her casual assertion of herself into his room.
Jesse sat on the bed as well. He was there first, and he’d be damned if this twelve year old bullied him out of his bed. He did, however, stay pressed against the headboard away from her.
Fareeha tilted her head a bit sa she looked at him. “Are you really sick?”
He shrugged again, “Fuck if I know. I reckon that between the two of us, you’re the one with more medical knowledge.”
She pursed her lips as if thinking before shaking her head. “I don’t think I’ve learned anything from following Angela and other medics around. Not that I really want to.”
“Then why do you do it if you don’t get anything out of it?”
“My mother. She wants me to be a field medic if I even go into military and get into the Overwatch Program. She was a medic, and she said it was a good starting point. But, I think she just doesn’t want me to see people die or get hurt.”
“Well, she has a good point. It’s not fun to see people die. Especially if you know you’ve killed them.” He reached across the bed and picked up the deck of cards she brought.
She didn’t stop him. “Please, like you’ve ever killed anyone.”
“Hey now! Just yesterday you were shouting up a storm abou thow much of a terrible murderere I was.” He started to absentmindedly shuffle the cards.
“That’s before I heard about all of the dorky things you do. Weilhelm says you’re a wimp.”
“I haven’t even met Weilhelm.”
She shrugged, “He was talking with Gabe and Jack and you came up. I walked in halfway through.”
He pouted, “Whatever.” Neither of them said anything for a couple moments, not until he held up the freshly shuffled deck, “You know any card games?”
“I know a few. I’m not that good.”
“I bet you’re just saying that so I go easy and then you clean me out.” He started to deal out the cards.
They played in silence for a while before Fareeha spoke up. “Did you actually kill people?”
“Me personally or the gang?”
“Both.”
He leaned back, “Mm, I like to say the guys and I never hurt anyone that didn’t have it coming. If you stayed in your lane, you didn’t get hurt. So other gangs and raiders and all that, yeah, they got killed. I can tell you how many I know for sure were my fault, just because there was no one else around. But, if everyone is shooting, you don’t know if you landed the final shot or not, and I’m not sure you want to know. I guess I killed people, not that many though.”
She nodded and looked back down at her hand of cards. After a moment, she looked back up, another question on her lips. “What about rape? You said you had raped tons of women. Was that true?”
He inhaled deeply through his nose, “Fareeha, I probably had more men forced on me than anyone in the Deadlock gang ever forced themselves on a woman.”
She scoffed, “Please, men can’t be raped.”
He sighed and leaned back on the headrest. “Fine. Well no, I didn’t really see too many women. We were a bit too far away from any towns. And when we actually did go into town, it was for business. So no, there wasn’t an opportunity for sex, consensual or otherwise.”
She nodded. “So why did you say so?”
He shrugged, “Intimidation. It clearly didn’t work.”
“You should stop lying.”
He shrugged again, “Okay. I guess so.”
Before the conversation could continue, another knock came from the open door. Standing in the doorway was Gabe. “Fareeha, can you give us a minute?”
“Sure.” She grabbed the cards and bounced out of the room. Despite her somber words, she had a very bouncy way of moving.
Gabe stepped into the room, “Test results got back.”
“Cool. What does that mean?”
“It means I could see there were drugs in your system. There were a few different ones and it looked like one acted like a diuretic.”
At the mention of drugs, all he could do was give a halfhearted shrug. “I’m not addicted or anything. And it’s not like anything I took has any bearing on my physical ability. I won’t take anymore if you have such a beef.”
He raised a brow, “What about withdrawal?”
“I’ll be fine. I already said I wasn’t addicted. It’s not like I can go through withdrawal if I was never addicted. I am curious about this diuretic. I don’t take anything like that.”
Gabe was the one to shrug at that, “One of your buddies might have slipped it into something you ate as a prank.”
Jesse nodded, that sounded like them. He gave a low hum before responded to Gabe. “Maybe. Why do you sound so pissed about drugs? I’m supposed to be a criminal. Is this really surprising?”
He gave a heavy sigh. “I guess not. But it’s very disappointing still.” He fell silent as he glanced around the room before his gaze finally landed back on Jesse. “You don’t look that sick. Are you feeling better than you did an hour ago?”
“I guess so. Why?”
“I just want to know if you feel good enough to do some physical tests today.”
“What if I do them tomorrow?”
“You’d have to test with Jack since I trsain in the mornings.”
Jesse shuddered at the thought. “Okay. I guess I feel good enough to test now.” He stood up off of the bed, ready to follow Gabe.
The older man nodded, “Let’s go.” |
Part 1
It had been a hectic morning for Hannah Wilson this April Tuesday, not only in terms of workload but also mentally. This was the day when she was going to hold her very first major presentation in front of a lot of important corporate people and she was determined to make the best possible impression. The presentation itself was part of a conference meant to gather information between several big and not so big corporations in order to make further decisions about how to cooperate in the near future. Andrews Corp. played a key role in this coordination of interests and thus Hannah, being the newly acquired assistant of Katherine Andrews, bore quite a big load on her shoulders in presenting her company in the best possible light.
During the morning, Katherine had made sure that Hannah stuck to her duties and carefully researched and gathered all the facts and figures in order to put them down to presentable slides and an accompanying narrative to go with them. Hannah had a habit of biting off more than she could chew in her quest to please her superiors and had taken on a bit of a cocky persona in order not to reveal her actually quite insecure personality.
This had manifested itself already during her first day as Katherine’s assistant when she self-assuredly had declined to take her morning break and thusly neglecting her rising need for the toilet. As the morning progressed she grew more and more desperate and finally she had to plead to her boss to be excused before she wet herself in the office. Katherine, being the stern and scrupulous business woman she was, had initially denied Hannah a toilet visit since she had already had her chance during her break. Hannah’s desperation quickly grew to a dangerous level though so she simply had to convince her boss to let her go to the toilet before she had an accident.
She had been standing in the door opening to Katherine’s office, cross-legged and frantically pushing her hands into her crotch through her skirt, pleading with tears in her eyes and feeling the urine at the very edge of her urethra. The sight of her cute pleading assistant squirming around like a little girl, practically crying and about to pee herself right there had tipped Katherine’s conscience over the edge and she finally relented and let Hannah off to the office restroom. Hannah had darted out in the hallway and into the restroom, just about making it albeit with a couple of spurts into her panties before landing safely onto the toilet seat.
This turn of events had sparked an unexpected excitement in Katherine. She had become incredibly aroused at the sight of poor Hannah almost wetting herself, and even more so at the thought of Hannah actually doing it. The power she exercised over her assistant through her strict break schedule only added to Katherine’s arousal and this incident made her brain cogs turning in plotting how she could possibly set up for Hannah to become caught short once again. Maybe she could even make Hannah have an accident, obviously being equipped with quite an active bladder.
Over the next few days, Katherine had actually managed to keep Hannah from the toilet long enough for her to wet herself in the office on a couple of occasions. Her main strategy had simply been to refuse Hannah to go between the breaks, sternly reminding her that it was her responsibility to take care of her business on her time off duty and that she should have learned her lessons by then. Still, Hannah had been playing Russian roulette with her break time habits and neglecting to relieve herself during her breaks on a few occasions, resulting in her being trapped inside her office with a bursting bladder and eventually an overflowing chair with the accompanying humiliation.
Hannah had her suspicions that Katherine was actually keeping her from the toilet on purpose in order for her to have an accident for her own pleasure. For Hannah it wasn’t unheard of that people took sexual pleasure in wetting incidents. She had had a massive wetting accident at a club once when she was 19 in front of a lot of people, including a couple of guys who had a hard time covering up their excitement after witnessing Hannah losing control. She was standing in a big queue outside her favourite club one Friday night, absolutely bursting after an evening’s worth of wine drinking. She had been trying to persuade the doorman to let her in but was consistently rejected so she had little choice but to try to hold on, which she eventually failed to do.
With only a few people in front, she suddenly curtseyed down and flooded her tight beige pants, gushing torrents urine down her legs and all around her butt and crotch, making them go dark and glistening and even spurting through the material onto the ground. Everyone around her stood and stared as she cried her eyes out and a couple of guys couldn’t conceal their massive boners even from Hannah, who was all caught up in her own humiliation. She could have sworn that one of them even shot a load in his pants.
That incident had revealed to Hannah the possible excitement people would get off of her toilet ordeals, which is one reason she tried her best not to reveal her need whenever it arose. This had led to quite a few incidents when she had been caught short and sometimes even ended up wetting herself, simply due to her being unwilling to announce her desperation in time and consequently get stuck where there simply was no toilet to be found. And even now, finally climbing toward the height of her professional career, she found herself being the victim of her own pride while on duty, resulting in her completely soaking her posh office outfit.
Now though, it was the moment she more or less had been preparing for her whole career. If she could nail this presentation, it meant that she could be due for heavier duties from then on, carrying a bigger responsibility, shaking hands with more important business people, lifting a bigger pay check and maybe even clear the ground for even grander career opportunities elsewhere. She had to make herself indispensable and thus there was no room for error.
That’s why, by 10:50 when her first break arrived, Hannah had made a beeline for the toilet in the office hallway to beat Katherine to it. She often had found herself locked out from it by her boss when break arrived, prompting her to ride all the way down to the ground floor and hoping for the restroom stalls to be available. Now though, she seized her chance to relieve herself in time. After finishing her business and exiting the toilet, she noticed that Katherine obviously had left her office for the break. Hannah didn’t think much about it and sat down at her own desk, reading the morning paper.
At 11:00 Katherine came back with a big mug of coffee in her hand.
“Here you go, Hannah.” she announced, “I thought you might need something to perk you up so I brought you some coffee from the machine downstairs.”
“Oh, thank you, Miss Andrews!” Hannah replied and accepted the coffee. It certainly couldn’t hurt to boost her energy with a little something in order to sharpen her focus for the big task at hand.
Hannah continued putting together her presentation slides while successively emptying her coffee mug. The preparation for the conference was going along well and she felt more and more confident about her making an impression as she chiselled out her presentation. The water draining properties of the coffee made her unconsciously top up with a steady sipping of water as the morning progressed and it took only about an hour before her bladder started sending signals of needing emptying again.
As the clock went past 12:00 and lunchtime was only half an hour away, Hannah was already feeling a bit desperate due to all the liquid she had consumed during the morning. She found herself looking at the clock every five minutes as lunchtime approached and fidgeted around on her chair ever so slightly. During her stint at the company, she had discovered that she needed to visit the toilet both during her morning and afternoon breaks as well as her lunch break in order to remain in comfort and avoid desperation and today was no exception. At least she had thought ahead and provided herself with a sturdy sandwich for lunch so that she could get her nutritional necessities over with quickly and concentrate on finishing her presentation.
Finally lunchtime arrived at 12:30 and Hannah got up from her seat and walked out in the hallway. As she approached the toilet door she noticed a sign on it:
“Out of order”
Hannah frowned and went back into her office and took the opportunity to ask Katherine what was the matter with the toilet.
“Excuse me, Miss Andrews. The sign on the toilet…”
“Yeah, about that,” Katherine replied, “It’s all clogged up so we need to have a plumber coming here this afternoon. I’ve taken care of it though, but we will have to use the restroom on the ground floor in the meantime.”
“Oh, I see…” Hannah replied somewhat insecurely, and continued into her own office, deciding to finish her lunch sandwich before heading down to the restroom. |
Part 2
Once finished with her lunch, Hannah set off to the elevator but was interrupted by her boss:
“Hannah! Could you come in here for a second?” Katherine enquired. Hannah silently groaned and curtseyed down, feeling slightly frustrated that she couldn’t get to the restroom at once.
“Please, sit down.” Katherine invited her and pointed to the chair across from the desk. “I just want to go through the final details with you before the conference.”
“Oh damnit!” Hannah thought to herself, now feeling quite desperate. “This might take all the rest of my lunch break. I have to visit the bathroom before the conference, please don’t be long!”
Hannah gingerly sat down across from her boss and folded her hands in her lap while trying to sit still. Her bladder was already reasonably full but she could still get away with just a slight twisting of her ankles. Katherine went on and on about their upcoming presentation and the overall scheme of the afternoon, nothing of which wasn’t already clear and intuitive to Hannah.
“Why are we doing this now?” she thought, “I know all this already! Didn’t she figure I have to go to the toilet? She couldn’t possibly… no… she couldn’t be trying to keep me from going to the restroom on purpose? She couldn’t be that sadistic, now could she?”
Hannah sat politely, chirping in with the occasional approval and confirmation that she had understood what Katherine was on about. The rest of their lunch break flew by and the clock went past 12:50 before Katherine had decided to finish up her prep talk.
“Alright, Hannah. Let’s go down to the conference hall!” Katherine said as she rose from her chair and started out from her office. Hannah followed, praying for the restrooms on the ground floor to be free.
They rode down in the elevator and walked out in the hallway, further on through the lobby and into the main conference hall where the other conference guests already were arriving. Hannah followed Katherine down the aisle in the hall and called for her attention:
“Miss Andrews, I just need to visit the restroom real quick!”
“Ok, but you only have a couple of minutes. Now, don’t be late!” Katherine replied sternly.
Hannah hurried out from the conference hall and into the hallway where the restroom was located. As she opened the restroom door, her heart sank; greeting her inside the door was a big cleaning sign on the floor which a janitor was just about to mop.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hannah said, slightly shocked, “Are you going to be long?”
“No worries, Miss. I will probably be done in about 10-15 minutes or so.”
“Oh… alright, thanks.” Hannah replied hesitatingly, silently cursing that she wasn’t yet able to relieve herself. She went back to the conference hall and decided that she just had to hold it until the afternoon break. It was going to be tough, but if her desperation didn’t rise too quickly she could still manage.
The first presentation began at 13:00 and Hannah was already feeling quite desperate. The first two presentations were scheduled to last until 3:45 PM when everybody was given a fifteen minute break. This meant that Hannah would have to hold it for almost three hours before relieving herself. She and Katherine were seated right at the front, watching two middle-aged men step forward to the front stage. They were representatives from one of their client companies and were there to tell about areas of cooperation between their respective businesses.
As the first presentation went on, Hannah had a really hard time sitting still. Her bladder was steadily filling up and she couldn’t help fidgeting around on the chair. Katherine sneaked an occasional glance at her cute assistant and became aroused at the prospects of Hannah not being able to relieve herself until the break. Hannah became more and more nervous as she felt her need rising at an alarming speed. That morning coffee along with all the water she had consumed was bit by bit finding its way into her bladder.
The clock approached 2 PM and Hannah was really starting to worry now, disclosing an anxious look on her face, occasionally biting her lip as she squirmed around on her chair. She kept her hands folded in her lap but tried to press them into her crotch for extra holding support without anyone noticing, especially her boss, but her tight pencil skirt made it hard to do that. Katherine savoured the moment and wondered how long it would take before a wet hiss would emerge from under Hannah’s skirt and liquid start to drip off her chair while Hannah broke down crying in front of the whole room. She became horny just thinking about it.
At 2:15 the first group had finished off their presentation and there was a moment of idleness while the associates gathered their stuff and the next group went down to the front to prepare their round. Hannah, now approaching bursting level, anxiously looked around and panted hard a couple of times before seizing her chance. She whispered in a nervous tone:
“Miss Andrews! Could I just…”
Just then, Katherine stood up, apparently not noticing the emerging plea from her assistant.
“Please, Miss Andrews… I really need to…”
Hannah looked after her boss walking off to the front of the room to interject with a brief statement before the next presentation. Hannah sat defeated with her hands gripping the sides of the chair while anxiously grinding her knees against each other, looking extremely worried. She thought she had a chance of escaping her growing torture but it seemed she was caught in here for another hour and a half. Her poor bladder was constantly straining inside her tummy now and she was unable to sit still, constantly twisting around with her hands behind her on the chair. Katherine returned to her seat beside Hannah and the presentation commenced.
About half an hour into the presentation, Hannah’s bladder began to hurt inside her. She became seriously worried that she might actually start wetting herself before the break arrived and she was constantly casting restless glances at the clock. She could hardly concentrate on the actual presentation and her knees went up and down against each other as she tried to squeeze her legs together. The time trotted on, passing 3 PM and her breathing became more and more acute.
She pondered upon the idea to simply get up and run out from the room but there were several serious arguments against doing so. First of all she feared the scolding of her boss and the consequent jeopardizing of her career since the conference was so important. Second, it would be beyond embarrassing to announce her frantic desperation in such a blatant manner in front of all these people, some of whom she would be rubbing shoulders with later on. If she wasn’t fired for her disrupting behaviour, that is.
The only sensible thing to do was trying to remain the mature and professional young lady she set out to be and simply hold on. She could do it; she had had enough accidents to know that her current state was still manageable, but it was sure going to be a close call when the break finally arrived. 3:20 PM, less than half an hour to go. Her bladder throbbed and she rubbed her hands around on her thighs, stretching her thin skirt over her sexy pantyhose-clad legs. Katherine watched gleefully at the corner of her eye; so much absorbent material to get soaked, saturating the pink flimsy fabric to a dark glistening purple, leaving nothing to the imagination. |
Seems I've forgotten this thread, that won't do! Here's the next part.
Part 3
Eventually the presentation drew to a close and with only about five minutes to go, Hannah sat with her hands once again gripping the edge of the seat, nervously bouncing her knees up and down while staring anxiously at the group to end their session. The minutes dragged by and she tensed up her lips while suppressing a groan of desperation. She was slightly amazed that she had made it this far considering her constant rise in need but she had to really squeeze her thighs together while grinding them up and down in order to keep her control.
3:45 PM and breaktime finally arrived. Hannah rose from her seat, keeping her hands on the front of her skirt, clenching her every muscle down there as hard as she could.
She left the room in a hurry and speed-walked to the restroom down the hall. She tried to act as composed as possible but had to take small hurried steps in order to keep her legs together.
As she entered the bathroom, her eyes opened wide with horror. Two of the stalls were obviously occupied as there was a line of three women waiting to get inside. The third stall had an Out of Order-sign on it and was locked up. She stationed herself behind them, really squeezing her thighs together.
After a couple of minutes it became obvious that none of the stall occupants were in a hurry doing their business, and she still had to wait for the other women before she could get relief. Aside from her being beyond desperate by now, it also meant a considerable amount of time before she was done and she had only ten minutes before her presentation was to start.
She knew she had to do something so she meekly approached the woman in front of her; "Excuse me, you don't suppose I could go in before you? I'm really desperate and I have to get back to a presentation soon." The woman looked at Hannah standing with her arms all tensed up on her sides, trying to suppress all signs of desperation.
"I'm sorry, but I really need to get back to work as well, I can't afford to waste any more time than necessary. I will be quick though, don't worry!" Hannah bit her lip and did some quick calculations in her head; this would probably take more time than she could afford.
She bent down squeezing her legs together as a big spasm suddenly shot through her body, signalling that she was really at the end of her tether. She had to find another bathroom now or she would be stuck in a conference room with her bursting bladder and... well, ultimately wet herself.
She exited the bathroom and headed straight for the elevator. She had about 10 minutes to get to the only other toilet she knew about, located at the tenth floor where the accountants where housed. As she waited for the elevator another spasm shot through her body, causing her to whine and bend down yet again.
When the door opened she was joined by four men and one woman approaching the elevator. Unprepared for the occasion, Hannah straightened up and gripped the sides of her skirt, trying to act as casual as possible. The movement caused some additional pressure on her already bursting bladder and she had to employ all her strength and willpower not to let go of the ocean inside her in front of those people.
She got in and stood in the corner, trying to act normal and unbothered, but it was clear for anyone who looked at her that this young woman was experiencing a major crisis. Her face was giving away her anxiousness as the elevator started to advance. She now had 8 minutes before she had to be back. No bumps in the road and she would make it!
Two of the men secretly glanced at Hannah, admiring her lovely face and figure as she stood in the corner, rhythmically pinching her knees together, setting her tight pencil skirt in sensual movement as the fabric stretched over her pantyhosed legs, desperately trying to unknowingly clamp off the devastating amount of urine inside her body. Then, after the elevator had passed the first floor, it slowed down to a halt at the next one. Hannah's heart began to race and her eyes widened at the thought of any additional prolongation to her already scarce frame of time.
The doors opened and two of the men got out. The stop had cost her valuable time, she now had 6 minutes. As the elevator kept ascending it slowed down again, three floors from her destination! She was almost in tears from pain, worry, humiliation and now also frustration of being kept from the toilet all the time in her direst hour of need. The doors opened and the remaining two men got out together with the woman, leaving Hannah alone in the elevator.
Time was running out fast and as she arrived at the tenth floor, her marginal had shrunk to 5 minutes. She fought another spasm and walked gingerly with scissoring legs along the hallway which led to an office landscape. She walked on briskly through the office area, taking small steps and trying to keep her legs crossed while trying not to look desperate in front of all these people, which was somewhat of a contradiction. Three minutes, she had to be back in the conference room in three minutes!
She turned the corner and sped down the hallway, clicking her heels against the floor, panting anxiously. She walked in to the small compartment where the toilets were, immediately opting for the left door.
She turned the handle only to be greeted with the unmistakeable resistance of a locked toilet door. She silently cursed and turned the right one - locked!
"Oh god! This isn't happening!" She could believe it! Here she was, absolutely bursting to pee and with almost no time left before she had to be holding a big presentation in front of almost fifty important business people, now faced with the only opportunity to remain dry and dignified locked away as if in a cruel twisted nightmare.
Hannah cried inside of her mind. "How can every bathroom I encounter be locked?!"
Two minutes left, she had to get back to the conference hall. She hurried back through the office space to the elevators, betting all her hope on that the downstairs restroom would have at least one free stall so she could relieve herself and arrive maybe just one minute late. A scolding for being late was still better than to flood herself and the conference room in front of all those people.
As luck would have it, the elevator had remained on her current floor so she could get right in and start descending.
"Katherine", Hannah pondered, "She loves this sort of thing. Could she... no, how could she possibly be on the outlook for every toilet in the building? She can't expect to get away with locking up every single one of them without someone realizing it."
The thing was, she couldn't, but Hannah wasn't that far off in her speculations.
See, during the previous presentation Katherine was already plotting her next move in trying to get her pretty assistant to have an accident. Now that Hannah had been holding it for so long already, Katherine thought it would be such a shame if there wasn't a way to prolong Hannah's holding all the way to the finishing line. Katherine imagined the amount of urine Hannah must have been accumulated by then and how gloriously wet her possible accident would turn out. But she had to be sly; she didn't want to be accused for causing Hannah to wet herself.
Hannah didn't realize it at the time, being all caught up in her own desperation, but about fifteen minutes before the break Katherine had snuck out of the conference room, excusing herself to her colleagues that she had some preparation to do for the next session. That was actually true; she had to get back to her office and gather all the paperwork in support for Hannah's presentation, trying to make it as easy as possible for her assistant by having all the main pillars set up throughout the flow of the presentation.
But at the same time, Katherine also had a cunning plan to make it not so easy on Hannah in a completely different respect. On her way from the conference room she went straight to the restroom on that floor. One of the stalls was actually locked up due to the toilet being broken and due for fixing later in the week but Katherine reckoned that if she locked up one of the two working ones there would be quite a line for the only free one and since there was at least one supposedly free toilet out of three, there wouldn't be that much suspicion of sabotage among whoever walked into that restroom.
Thus, she entered the restroom which was empty at the moment, and closed one of the stall doors from the outside and turned the lock with her Swiss army knife screwdriver from the outside, leaving just one free stall for anyone to use. It was a bit of a gamble but she was pretty sure that there would be at least a few people lining up during the break. Both herself and Hannah were after all sitting at the front in the conference room, about as far from the door as you could get, guaranteeing that Hannah would be prevented from getting out among the first.
After her diabolical deed Katherine advanced to the elevator, trying to figure out possible turns of events. If Hannah couldn't get to that toilet, where would she go next? Katherine couldn't just lock up all the possible toilets, that would be too obvious, but she could at least narrow down the number of possible paths to relief for her desperate assistant, leaving the rest to pure probability. Their own office toilet was already taken care of; Katherine had simply hung that Out of order-sign on the handle and locked the door from the outside, informing Hannah that it was clogged when lunch break arrived.
Katherine knew that the only other floor Hannah could possibly be familiar with was the tenth, so she decided to give those bathrooms a go as well. She went up there and marched through the office space towards the bathrooms in the hallway at the other side, quickly looking around for anyone who might be approaching and proceeded to lock both of the doors with her screwdriver. It would only be for a couple of hours so she figured no one would have time to be any the wiser.
"That'll slim down her chances." Katherine thought delightfully, hoping that it would be enough. She rode back down to the bottom floor and realized that it was just about time for the break. As she went down the hallway from the elevator she delightfully noted how people from the presentation had started to emerge and smirked at the sight of two of them entering the restroom. "The scene is set", she thought to herself.
Hannah stood half-bent over in the elevator, supporting herself with her right hand on her thigh and the left on the wall. She was closer than ever to piss herself right there and if she couldn't get into the toilet on the bottom floor now she didn't know what to do. The elevator landed on the floor and she tried to straighten up but it hurt so bad, she had to remain in that hunchback position while hobbling out and down the hallway. |
Seems that I once again forgot about my commitments here, I do apologize. It's about time I round this one up.
Part 3
"Hannah!"
An all too familiar voice called after her as she approached the toilet, forcing her to stop dead in her tracks. She saw Katherine coming towards her looking a bit irritated.
"What are you doing out here? The presentation is just about to start!"
"Miss Andrews... I... I just have to..."
"No time for messing about now, this is one of the most important meetings all year and our presentation will be crucial for the goodwill amongst our clients! Now, I've been preparing the ground for you here but you still have to do your part, and I expect you to be at your absolute best. I know you have it in you, now don't make me disappointed!"
Hannah was trapped between a rock and a hard place. She just had to convince her stern boss to slip in to the bathroom first. She had to, she was bursting, almost wetting herself right there, standing with her knees bent trying not to make it obvious how close she was to her absolute limit.
"Yes, yes, I will, I am totally prepared, Miss Andrews. But I really have to...." she cut herself off as a giant spasm flowed through her body, just about causing her bladder to totally give in. She curtsied down, making the thin cotton of her skirt stretch over her lovely legs. Katherine became so horny at the mere sight but also knew she had the rightful mandate to urge Hannah into the conference room without a break. It actually was an important moment for the company and she wanted things to go well. Of course, knowing the possibility of Hannah's failure and very public humiliation, Katherine was prepared to take over if things were to turn out for the worse during the presentation. Or for the better.
"Whatever it is that you have to do, it'll just have to wait until after the presentation. You've had fifteen minutes to take care of any personal business. Now come with me, our clients are waiting. Everything should be set up so that you only have to get right into it."
Katherine walked away, assured that her cute disciple wouldn't have the nerve to disobey, knowing the weight of this event. Hannah felt like crying but managed to somewhat keep her composure and followed her boss with small, small steps. It was impossible but she had to do it. Her whole career had in a way led up to this very moment.
"She wants me to wet myself, this cannot be a coincidence! All the bathrooms are locked, she knows I'm bursting and yet she's making me go in there. But I'm not gonna let her have that. When I've done my bit, I'm gonna run to the bathroom even if she disapproves. She can't scold me if I've done my job! I just have to hold it in during the presentation."
Hannah thought about all the available holding strategies and convinced herself that she could do it, if only because she had to. Not only would it mark a career goal for her, but also a personal achievement in enduring such a massive desperation. If Katherine was the culprit behind all this, then the perfect revenge would be getting through the presentation without showing off her need and then make it to the toilet, thus depriving her boss the gloat of her humiliation. She conjured up all her strength to try and act unbothered and professional while keeping the ever-growing reservoir of urine inside of her.
They entered the conference hall and people looked at Hannah as she sheepishly approached the front stage. On her left was one of the sales representatives, John, who was supposed to interject about halfway through with some additional information regarding the project they were presenting. Hannah seated herself at the front of the room beside John and Katherine took the stage to do the prefacing of the presentation.
"I hope everyone is refreshed after the well-deserved break." Katherine started. "Now for the next two hours we will go through some of the in-house strategies..."
Hannah was hardly listening. She sat with her hands gripping the sides of the seat and her legs tightly held together, concentrating all her attention on not disclosing her desperate situation. All the morning coffee was obviously still working overtime, effectively pushing the abilities of her bladder further and further by the minute. Soon she began squirming around and couldn't help but sporting an increasingly worried expression on her cute face.
Katherine droned on and on. After ten minutes Hannah was starting to shift around on the seat, discreetly placing her hand on her thigh, trying to grant herself a discreet hold through her skirt but she was in plain view of anyone in the room who looked her way so she couldn't really go through with it.
"Why is she taking so long?!" Hannah thought, "She knows I'm bursting! She's doing this on purpose! She really IS trying to make me have an accident!"
Katherine's introduction carried on for over twenty minutes and when she finally wound it up some hands in the audience flew up. Hannah silently whined as she realised it wasn't over yet, twisting her ankles around each other while gripping the front of the chair. Suddenly she cramped and a wave of pain shot through her body, causing her to instinctively grab her crotch to prevent what would otherwise be a spurt of pee. She clenched her thighs together as hard as she could while forcing the hand away to her knee instead. John couldn't help but look her way with an annoyed glance, wondering why the new girl couldn't sit still.
After almost ten additional minutes of questions, none of which Hannah had been able to take notice, Katherine finally stepped aside to let her assistant take over with her first major assignment at the company. Hannah was panicking though, only minutes ago she almost ended up flooding the seat and now she was to face a sea of businessmen and businesswomen, trying to act professional and collected. She just had to go to the toilet first, there was no option!
"Miss Andrews, please, I have to..." she whispered to her approaching boss as quietly as she could but was immediately interrupted by Katherine who obviously hadn't heard Hannah's whisper.
"So there, it's your turn to show what we're made of, Hannah!" Katherine said to her and urged her onto the middle of the floor while stepping out in the audience. The schedule was tensely packed and there was no room for delay or interruption and Hannah knew it. All these people have squeezed their attendance into their busy calendars to listen to Hannah sum up the upcoming marketing strategies at this very moment. If she left the room now, she'd be fired, for sure.
Everyone in the room was expecting the presentation to roll on smoothly so Hannah had little choice but to commence with her assignment. She produced her notes and began speaking.
"My name is Hannah and I'm going to present the marketing strategies for the upcoming year." The waistband of her tight pencil skirt cut right into her tummy, pushing all the urine harder and harder onto her tired holding muscles. She couldn't help fidgeting a bit while pressing her knees hard together as she carried on with her opening statements.
After about five minutes her next part was done and John briefly took over with some sales talk. Hannah eased to the side and tried to keep her hands behind her back and legs as tightly held together as humanly possible.
While John did his thing, Hannah could barely stand still. She pressed her thighs together while biting her lip and kept looking at the clock, urging it to move faster so she could finally be released from this nightmare. After about five minutes of quiet desperation she started bending her knee over the other, squeezing her thighs together really hard while fighting to keep her hands behind her back, trying to look unbothered. Katherine had her eyes glued on her beautiful assistant, standing there in front of all these people and holding back all that urine while pretending not to. It was so hot to behold her silent struggle. Hannah's tight pencil skirt moved along with the leg movements, adding even more sensuality to the display.
A sudden urge caused Hannah to bend forward slightly and really squeeze her legs together and finally give in to the urge of taking her hands from behind the back and press them onto her thighs. It felt like all the pent up urine was just about entering her panties and only with all her available strength along with the external holding aid could she prevent it. She remained in that awkward position for about ten seconds, her left knee skewed across her right and her left hand firmly gripping her thigh while her right was balled up in a fist along her side, standing rock still and breathing shallowly while concentrating so hard to not wet herself. Katherine watched intensely, expecting to see a dark wet patch emerging on the front of her tight stretched skirt at any moment.
After about ten minutes of John injecting his bit into the presentation, Hannah had to pick it up again. She carefully stepped forward with awkwardly small steps trying to keep her legs tightly together all the time. She tried to concentrate on her presentation.
"Now if we look at some of the trends during the previous years we can see that some of the services we provided have been outdated over time..."
Her voice was sounding rather stressed by now. As she spoke and gestured at the blow-up screen she tried her hardest to stand still but it was becoming impossible.
Five minutes into her second round she started cramping, causing her to momentarily lose trace of her words.
"...this has led to the... emergence of... of... of new kinds of services..."
She was in so much pain, the skirt waistband felt like a big iron shackle pressing onto her poor bladder. Her pee muscles could hardly contain her ocean anymore and she couldn't stand still to save her life.
"Our service providing has been... h-has been among the t-top ten during recent years..."
Hannah soldiered on, fidgeting as discreetly as she could, rubbing her one knee over the other as she carried on with her presentation She stuttered and slipped on the words on every second sentence with a gasp as the painful cramps arrived more and more frequently. Katherine watched in deep suspense, wondering how long it would be now.
Five more minutes of fidgeting and stuttering, Hannah was at the end of her tether but she still had about half an hour to go before she was finished. She made a gargantuan effort to pinch her legs together and stand still, sucking in air and prepared for her next row of sentences as a new slide appeared on the big screen.
"As... er, as you can see on the graph here, our main target audiences are... oh god...!"
Hannah instinctively crossed her legs hard as she experienced a major pang of pain, forcing her bladder to momentarily contract and release a big spurt through her panties and streaking down her pantyhose. She tried to remain calm but was clearly failing and she could only hope that it came across as nervousness.
She bit her lip and breathed shallowly for a moment while keeping her legs crossed to try and regain control. Katherine studied her every movement carefully. She noticed the dark streaks down Hannah's legs and started to feel really horny and began rubbing her own thighs against each other to excite her lady parts. Twenty-five minutes to go, will she make it?
"... um, sorry about that". Hannah picked up where she had stumbled. She uncrossed her legs but held them tight together, trying to stand still.
"Like I said, our main target audiences are constituting about 13 % of the estimated population." she continued, but it only took a few seconds before she unwillingly started to squirm around again, slowly rubbing her thighs and knees against each other.
She continued through with the presentation and kept on stumbling over some of the words. She spoke more or less on autopilot now since all of her attention was on not wetting herself and in addition trying not to show it. The latter was not going so well though. She hotched around on the spot, bending her knees over each other in short turns. Just about twenty minutes to go, she had to make it!
"...the economics of all this sh-shows that... that we can b-be..aaaaah!!"
Another painwave flushed through her body, causing a second-long gusher to burst into her panties and pantihose, making additional streaks down her clenched legs. She curtseyed slightly and squeezed her right thigh over her left, tightly gripping her side with her right hand. Katherine became hornier and hornier at the sight of the struggling girl.
Hannah held her breath for a couple of seconds before regaining control.
"Sorry, this is my first presentation, I-I'm a bit n-nervous over this" she stammered, hoping her excuse would be bought. There was only the economics of the project to and a brief summary to get over with now. She had to make it, she simply had to.
"It shows that we can be investing our revenue in p-projects like f-for instance the ones showed here" she continued while gesturing at the screen. Her voice became more and more stressed and her heart began to race as she felt her control starting to slip away. Katherine watched in tense anticipation.
She skipped over her writings without even knowing what she was saying, panting anxiously between words and stammered like a little schoolgirl who had just learned to read. She pinched her thighs together as tight as she could as she felt her pee muscles about to give in.
"...previous investments... has p-proven to... proven to be v-very successful i-in... in these specific a-areas..."
The cramps started creeping up on her. Her bladder pulsated violently, she rhythmically squeezed her thighs harder and harder.
"The... the accounting d-department h-has laid out their a.... their analysis on thi-this..."
It hurt, it hurt so badly. Her bladder throbbed, her body cramped, she pressed her legs together for all she was worth.
"...and the prognosis shows... the annual... annual cost is... oh.... the annual cost is estimated to god oh no please no nononoNONONOOOOO!!!!"
PSSSSSSSSSSCCCHHHHH
It was over.
The wave of pain that flowed through poor Hannah's body during her last sentence was too unbearable. Her bladder had had enough and contracted violently, forcing the pee out in total abandon with a loud hiss.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSCCCHHHHH
She bent her right leg over her left as tightly as she could but it was no good. It only forced the gusher forward over her thighs, instantly soaking the front of her tight skirt which guided the pee down in a waterfall drizzling from the hem, all in addition to the rivers of pee simultaneously splashing down and around her legs, saturating her pantihose.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH
"OHGODNOOOOOOPLEASENOOOOOOOO!!!!!" she cried as her skirt and legs got wetter and wetter by the second. Pee went everywhere, partly due to her crouching down with squeezed legs and partly to her hand desperately trying to stem the flow through her skirt. This all forced it to spray around in all kinds of random directions, all collecting in a growing sea of humiliation on the floor around her in front of a room full of stunned people.
Katherine gasped for air as the mere sight of her beautiful young assistant so thoroughly wetting herself in total humiliation and despair made her come without her even touching herself. The sensation was so heavenly and she silently thanked her lucky star that her preparation had worked out so well.
Hannah was crying her eyes out, still pissing full force through her twisted legs and holding herself through her tight skirt, by now mostly dark, shiny and wet. She just wanted to die; this could not have gone any worse. After over a minute her catastrophic wetting finally decreased and she ran through the whole room crying with her face buried in her hands, leaving a trail of drips after her on the floor. |
So here we are, five years on. As with the Laura story, I have put together an alternate ending for this one as well. It will once again be commencing from the beginning of the third and last chapter, even if it will take a little while to start deviating, but you'll notice that when you read it. In hindsight, I should have made the chapters shorter. If you're one of those who plowed through it way back when and has forgotten about it, feel free to have another go and jump directly to the alternate ending below and see what you think. Again, I've embedded it in a spoiler. Hope you'll enjoy this one!
Spoiler
"Hannah!"
An all too familiar voice called after her as she approached the toilet, forcing her to stop dead in her tracks. She saw Katherine coming towards her looking a bit irritated.
"What are you doing out here? The presentation is just about to start!"
"Miss Andrews... I... I just have to..."
"No time for messing about now, this is one of the most important meetings all year and our presentation will be crucial for the goodwill amongst our clients! Now, I've been preparing the ground for you here but you still have to do your part, and I expect you to be at your absolute best. I know you have it in you, now don't make me disappointed!"
Hannah was trapped between a rock and a hard place. She just had to convince her stern boss to slip in to the bathroom first. She had to, she was bursting, almost wetting herself right there, standing with her knees bent trying not to make it obvious how close she was to her absolute limit.
"Yes, yes, I will, I am totally prepared, Miss Andrews. But I really have to...." she cut herself off as a giant spasm flowed through her body, just about causing her bladder to totally give in. She curtsied down, making the thin cotton of her skirt stretch over her lovely legs. Katherine became so horny at the mere sight but also knew she had the rightful mandate to urge Hannah into the conference room without a break. It was actually an important moment for the company and she wanted things to go well. Of course, knowing the possibility of Hannah's failure and very public humiliation, Katherine was prepared to take over if things were to turn out for the worse during the presentation. Or for the better.
"Whatever it is that you have to do, it'll just have to wait until after the presentation. You've had fifteen minutes to take care of any personal business. Now come with me, our clients are waiting. Everything should be set up so that you only have to get right into it."
Katherine walked away, assured that her cute disciple wouldn't have the nerve to disobey, knowing the weight of this event. Hannah felt like crying but managed to somewhat keep her composure and followed her boss with small, small steps. It was impossible but she had to do it. Her whole career had in a way led up to this very moment.
"She wants me to wet myself, this cannot be a coincidence! All the bathrooms are locked, she knows I'm bursting and yet she's making me go in there. But I'm not gonna let her have that. When I've done my bit, I'm gonna run to the bathroom even if she disapproves. She can't scold me if I've done my job! I just have to hold it in during the presentation."
Hannah thought about all the available holding strategies and convinced herself that she could do it, if only because she had to. Not only would it mark a career goal for her, but also a personal achievement in enduring such a massive desperation. If Katherine was the culprit behind all this, then the perfect revenge would be getting through the presentation without showing off her need and then make it to the toilet, thus depriving her boss the gloat of her humiliation. She conjured up all her strength to try and act unbothered and professional while keeping the ever-growing reservoir of urine inside of her.
They entered the conference hall and people looked at Hannah as she sheepishly approached the front stage. On her left was one of the sales representatives, John, who was supposed to interject about halfway through with some additional information regarding the project they were presenting. Hannah seated herself at the front of the room beside John and Katherine took the stage to do the prefacing of the presentation.
"I hope everyone is refreshed after the well-deserved break." Katherine started. "Now for the next two hours we will go through some of the in-house strategies..."
Hannah was hardly listening. She sat with her hands gripping the sides of the seat and her legs tightly held together, concentrating all her attention on not disclosing her desperate situation. All the morning coffee was obviously still working overtime, effectively pushing the abilities of her bladder further and further by the minute. Soon she began squirming around and couldn't help but sporting an increasingly worried expression on her cute face.
Katherine droned on and on. After ten minutes Hannah was starting to shift around on the seat, discreetly placing her hand on her thigh, trying to grant herself a discreet hold through her skirt but she was in plain view of anyone in the room who looked her way so she couldn't really go through with it.
"Why is she taking so long?!" Hannah thought, "She knows I'm bursting! She's doing this on purpose! She really IS trying to make me have an accident!"
Katherine's introduction carried on for over twenty minutes and when she finally wound it up some hands in the audience flew up. Hannah silently whined as she realised it wasn't over yet, twisting her ankles around each other while gripping the front of the chair. Suddenly she cramped and a wave of pain shot through her body, causing her to instinctively grab her crotch to prevent what would otherwise be a spurt of pee. She clenched her thighs together as hard as she could while forcing the hand away to her knee instead. John couldn't help but look her way with an annoyed glance, wondering why the new girl couldn't sit still.
After almost ten additional minutes of questions, none of which Hannah had been able to take notice, Katherine finally stepped aside to let her assistant take over with her first major assignment at the company. Hannah was panicking though, only minutes ago she almost ended up flooding the seat and now she was to face a sea of businessmen and businesswomen, trying to act professional and collected. She just had to go to the toilet first, there was no option!
"Miss Andrews, please, I have to..." she whispered to her approaching boss as quietly as she could but was immediately interrupted by Katherine who obviously hadn't heard Hannah's whisper.
"So there, it's your turn to show what we're made of, Hannah!" Katherine said to her and urged her onto the middle of the floor while stepping out in the audience. The schedule was tensely packed and there was no room for delay or interruption and Hannah knew it. All these people have squeezed their attendance into their busy calendars to listen to Hannah sum up the upcoming marketing strategies at this very moment. If she left the room now, she'd be fired, for sure.
Everyone in the room was expecting the presentation to roll on smoothly so Hannah had little choice but to commence with her assignment. She produced her notes and began speaking.
"My name is Hannah and I'm going to present the marketing strategies for the upcoming year." The waistband of her tight pencil skirt cut right into her tummy, pushing all the urine harder and harder onto her tired holding muscles. She couldn't help fidgeting a bit while pressing her knees hard together as she carried on with her opening statements.
After about five minutes her next part was done and John briefly took over with some sales talk. Hannah eased to the side and tried to keep her hands behind her back and legs as tightly held together as humanly possible.
While John did his thing, Hannah could barely stand still. She pressed her thighs together while biting her lip and kept looking at the clock, urging it to move faster so she could finally be released from this nightmare. After about five minutes of quiet desperation she started bending her knee over the other, squeezing her thighs together really hard while fighting to keep her hands behind her back, trying to look unbothered. Katherine had her eyes glued on her beautiful assistant, standing there in front of all these people and holding back all that urine while pretending not to. It was so hot to behold her silent struggle. Hannah's tight pencil skirt moved along with the leg movements, adding even more sensuality to the display.
A sudden urge caused Hannah to bend forward slightly and really squeeze her legs together and finally give in to the urge of taking her hands from behind the back and press them onto her thighs. It felt like all the pent up urine was just about entering her panties and only with all her available strength along with the external holding aid could she prevent it. She remained in that awkward position for about ten seconds, her left knee skewed across her right and her left hand firmly gripping her thigh while her right was balled up in a fist along her side, standing rock still and breathing shallowly while concentrating so hard to not wet herself. Katherine watched intensely, expecting to see a dark wet patch emerging on the front of her tight stretched skirt at any moment.
But just then, John suddenly had some issue with the computer with which he displayed his slides. The program inexplicably shut down and refused to start up again and when he tried to reboot he received the proverbial blue screen of death.
“Damnit, this computer is apparently toast. Could we get another one? The presentation material is saved onto a network drive so it can be accessed from anywhere.”
The sudden interruption made Hannah’s heart flutter with increasing hope.
“I could go get mine”, John’s colleague chipped in, “but it will take a moment since I have it in my office upstairs.”
“That would be splendid, I think we can afford a little break in the proceedings anyway.”
OH YES! Hannah seized her chance, braced herself and took a deep breath:
“Is it alright if I slip off to the bathroom real quick then?” she enquired nervously, deliberately addressing John rather than Katherine who by now was steaming up inside with frustration.
“Sure, we can take 10 minutes for a comfort break.” John replied casually while packing up the malfunctioning computer that had just ruined Katherine’s day.
“Oh, thank you!!” Hannah replied breathlessly and squrried out of the meeting hall, somewhat hunched over and taking small small steps, trying to keep her legs together at all times. She felt the pee about to pour out past her exhausted spinchter and her bladder hurt like absolute hell and she couldn't even keep her body straight. Right outside the door, she had to stop and cross her legs hard as she felt a fatal spasm inside her abdomen. She held her breath for a moment and continued towards the bathrooms. She had to make it, now that she had been thrown a lifeline against all odds. Oh please, don’t be occupied, please! That would absolutely mean the end. She knew she had only seconds to spare before the inevitable.
Katherine had had no chance of throwing in a veto against the flukey break, not unless she was prepared to defend her irrational strictness in front of her colleagues. There was simply no reasonable rationale for preventing Hannah from taking advantage of the momentary hiccup in the presentation and leave for a fully adequate toilet break. Things had been shaping up so well, Hannah was so obviously reaching the end of the line, about to totally soak her figure-hugging pencil skirt in front of everyone, and now she got away at the very last minute. This isn’t fair!
Katherine sighed and decided that if nothing else, she might as well head to the bathroom herself as she was ever so slightly feeling the need. She walked out in the hallway towards the lobby and as she approached the toilet she caught sight of her pretty blonde assistant hobbling in through the main door to the stalls of which just one was open for use. A slight glimmer of hope arose in her sadistic mind; there could still be a queue. Katherine advanced towards the door, paused for a brief second before opening it as she immediately made out a very distressed panting going on on the other side…
As she entered the bathroom, she was greeted with the sight of poor Hannah standing doubled over with crossed legs, bouncing up and down and both her hands shoved in between them through her tightly stretched skirt. In front of Hannah were two things: another woman and an occupied toilet stall. Katherine couldn’t believe it. Her heart rate immediately increased and she bit her lip in anticipation.
Meanwhile, Hannah, who had just encountered her worst fear, was all red in the face and couldn’t help but sob in total despair. Her lifeline had been untied at the other end. She was so very absolutely about to totally piss herself just inches from the toilet! That broken computer gave her one last glimmer of hope, and it was all for naught. This was so unfair!!!
The woman in front turned around, obviously startled by Hannah’s desperate display. Hannah was bent over, still with her legs crossed and suddenly she felt a spurt escape, forcing its way out between her thighs. She gasped and immediately felt another one, this time running down the back of her legs all the way down past the hem of her skirt, making visible traces on her pantyhose. Katherine stood by the door, watching with anticipation and a heart rate approaching motorway speed.
“Please….” Hannah uttered in between sobs, “please, can I go ahead of you? I… I really am about to….OH!!!!”
Another burst, this time powerful enough to ever so slightly soak through on the back of her tight skirt. She shifted her crossed legs over and went back to doubling over, pressing on her peehole for all she was worth. It hurt so much, her abdomen burning with pain, an ocean’s worth of urine starting to force itself out between her crossed legs.
“Please…..”
Say no, say no, say no, Katherine silently implored the woman.
“Oh, oh… yeah, of course you can.” the woman replied, by now clearly aware of the absolute emergency that unfolded before her. Her heart almost melted at the sight of poor Hannah’s pleading red face, and her bent-over posture and leg gymnastics only amplified the utter severeness of the situation. Thusly, she stepped aside and let Hannah hobble towards the toilet.
But that very toilet was still in use and its door still locked. Hannah started pounding her palm against it while still trying to clamp off yet another spurt, all hunched over and pressing her other hand through her skirt as deep as it could possibly go between her legs. By now there would definitely be a tell-tale patch on the front of the poor skirt.
“Please hurry, please please please!!!!!” Hannah whined while wiggling her tightly crossed legs from side to side and supporting herself with the other hand against the door.
“Oh pleeeease!!!!!!”
Katherine watched intensely. Please take time, don’t hurry, don’t be done yet!
Then – the toilet flushed. Hannah froze up, eyes wide open in shock, leaning on the doorpost with her legs intertwined and her hand buried in between them, all but totally frozen in place while panting in total panic.
“Oh no…..”
Somehow she managed to press her crossed legs together even more while slowly crouching down before the still locked door.
“…no…..please no….”
Katherine zoned in on the back of Hannah’s skirt as she slowly crouched down.
Please happen!
She was eagerly awaiting a literal monsoon to rain through the tight skirt material stretched over Hannah’s bottom.
Please happen!
Still no sign of the door opening.
A giant spasm. Hannah felt her exhausted muscles give way for the ocean of urine.
"...........no..."
This was it – Katherine would get her wish.
Then a rustle from the door lock and another woman opened up, somewhat irritated but it immediately dawned upon her the reason for all the commotion. In a split second, Hannah freed herself from her rigour and almost fell into the cubicle, slamming the door around her. Piss had already started to advance through her sphinchter but she miraculously managed to tear down her tight skirt along with her pantyhose in one go while lowering herself onto the toilet. Her panties were still in place though as a massive gusher sprayed through them into the bowl. Her abdomen was pulsating, almost as if she was in labour, rhythmically pressing out the urine in massive bursts giving absolutely no quarter.
Finally after about 20 seconds she managed to get her panties out of the way and she could relax and let the piss roar into the bowl. She had never ever been so incredibly desperate in her whole life, not even those times she actually had wet herself in the end. It hissed and sprayed incessantly as she sat there panting, hardly even believing where she was after a whole afternoon of being denied a toilet. It went on and on for about 2 minutes before her bladder finally was empty.
The realization dawned upon her just how incredibly lucky she was despite having just showered her panties in urine, because that initial gusher would have commenced then and exactly then, not one second later, regardless of whether she had been on a toilet or not, whether she would have had her clothes out of the way or still firmly on, whether she would even had been within reach of a toilet or – horror – still in the meeting hall! A pair of ruined panties was a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things. She had to take a moment to get herself together.
“Hannah! Our break is over, we have to get back to the presentation now!”
A knock on the door followed by the announcement of her boss shook Hannah back to reality. She took off her soaked panties and discarded them in the bin and then examined her pantyhose and skirt. The former definitely had streaks in them but they were already drying out, and the spots on the latter were hardly noticeable as they were. She had survived by a thin hair and shuddered at the thought of having to wait for that other woman, or even worse, having to endure the rest of the session without the break! Thank God for malfunctioning computers!
She returned to the meeting hall and suppressed a smirk when passing Katherine who was suppressing her own emotions after ultimately having been denied witnessing her beautiful assistant having a massive accident. After John completed his part of the presentation with the aid of his colleague’s computer, Hannah proceeded with the remainder of her part with renewed confidence. Her grudge notwithstanding, Katherine couldn’t help but feeling proud of her young disciple performing so well with her presentation, after all.
That was nothing compared to Hannah’s own feelings though, not only having gotten through her most important professional endeavour yet, but having survived her most desperate ordeal ever with literally no margin. But she would definitely be on the watchout for Katherine’s shenanigans from now on. |
The Joys of High School By C.J. Mercline
Part 1:
It was the end of another long day of High School, and the end of Phys. Ed. (aka “Gym”), which was perfect for Junior Jake, who liked having the locker room to himself. He could take naughty wets anywhere he liked, such as some of the lockers, a sink or two that was plugged up, but especially all over the floor. If no other option was available, he could simply pee in the showers like most of the other boys did, which was fine with him. Jake secretly enjoyed watching the others do their liquid business, and letting them watch him, if they were so inclined, observing the different ways their wee streams gushed from their various cocks. He wasn't gay, or even bicurious, it was just that he had never seen or heard any woman wetting, for himself, that is. He would go online whenever he got the chance, to view the dizzying array of sites of women wetting, but had never been lucky enough to see or even hear it for himself. He liked watching and listening to the urinating, no matter who was doing it, young men or young women. He had a peeing fetish.
On other days, however, his weeing was a lot more fun. Every now and again, his care-free peeing would be so incredible that he simply couldn’t wait until he got home, and jacked off in the locker room, letting the ecstasy build in a matter of minutes, until he exploded all over the place, and practically fainted from the sheer abandonment of his orgasm.
On this day, he decided to wait. Or so he hoped.
The rain was still coming down in sheets, as it had been for most of the day. Jake was getting pretty desperate, but wanted to wait until the last possible moment, which was fast approaching, particularly watching the rain pour down. Days like this, Jake sometimes wished that he could pee an endless stream like the Heavens did. Then he would realize that that wouldn’t actually be a good thing, because then he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to orgasm after his piss. Oh, well.
He was still wearing his Gym shorts, on purpose, of course. His wetting was made easier by his never wearing any underwear, especially with his Gym shorts. It was just so much more comfortable going commando all the time. And easier to pee, of course. His swim shorts were the best for his wetting fun, but those memories were better to be savored for another day.
During the last few moments before he completely lost control, he tried to decide if he wanted to stand up or sit down to do his business. Either way worked well. Standing up, his piss ran straight down his pant or short leg to pool at his feet, but sitting down, he could let his cock hang over the edge of his seat, feeling the cold of it counter the warmth of his penis, and his pee.
Jake decided to sit down today, needing the shock of the temperature difference to keep his arousal until later, when he could get the chance to play with himself, as was only proper. Pulling his shorts opening up to his balls, he let his schlong hang out into the open air, down between his thighs. The cold air he was exposing himself to was too much for his body. He had barely set himself in position when his body over-rode his brains’ commands, and his bladder completely let go. Rather than starting out as a trickle, as usually happens, his relief came gushing out of his pee slit, hosing the floor of the locker room with his hot, golden juices.
The wonderful feeling of spraying his liquid gold powerfully all over the floor beneath him was euphoria. His relief seemed to last for hours, but actually only lasted just over a minute, due to the strength of his pee stream. The other reason that his piss stream was starting to wane was because of the hard-on that he was invariably developing. Once done, Jake had no choice but to follow through with a quick wank. He didn’t even bother pulling his shorts off, but instead started pulling and stroking as he was. It didn’t take him long before he came, in a white-hot blaze of glory, spraying his jizz all over the puddle he had just made, which was huge.
After a brief rest, and avoiding the messy puddle, which was already cooled, Jake changed back into his jeans, after cleaning off his joystick, his personal name for the most intimate part of himself. Then he left, with the memory of his recent naughtiness settling into the back of his mind, ready to be retrieved later, for a longer and better masturbation session, where Jake could get fully undressed, and take his time, really enjoy himself, rather than rushing to orgasm, like he just did.
Part 2:
Jake didn’t usually plan his naughty wetting; it was, more often than not, an opportunistic pee, especially when he held it in longer than he should, sometimes to the point of being in pain.
One day, when he was enjoying dinner at a decent restaurant, he didn’t want to bother wasting time going to the men’s room when he needed a pee. Since he had a table to himself with a tablecloth on it, and there was hardly anybody around, the closest being some yards away, Jake decided to piss in secret, under his table.
Unzipping his pants with one hand, he pretended to continue eating with the other, to throw off anybody suspecting him, even though nobody was paying him the slightest bit of attention. You could never be too careful when performing naughty acts in public. He also kept an eye out for employees, especially his waitress. As cute as the girl was, he did not want her to run away screaming, or worse, reporting him to management, or, more importantly, the police. He was seriously considering finding out if she was single, but would hold off telling her about his fetish for a long while, until she seemed ready to listen, without thinking he was some kind of sick freak, as so many people thought.
Pulling out his cock, he let it hang between his legs, aiming its tip, as best as he could, at the carpeted floor. Still pretending to eat, and watching for any trouble, Jake released the hold on his bladder, enjoying the feel of his effluent as it coursed its way from his bladder, down his urethra, and finally exiting out his pee slit. Over the mild drone of chatting and muzak and the constant clack of silverware on dishes and glasses clinking, Jake could barely even hear the sound of his piss as it covered the carpet between his feet and almost immediately started to cool. His hidden pee took nearly a minute-and-a-half before slowing down, then coming to an end. After shaking the last few drops from his glans, he tucked his engorging penis back into his pants, with difficulty, since he was getting hard. Not a moment too soon, for just as he brought his hand back to his drink, his über-cute waitress came back to see how he was doing. Jake didn't think that she suspected him. She certainly didn't look at him askance in a bad way. As a matter of fact, he noticed that she might be looking interested in him, never noticing the slight hint of wetness trailing down her slender legs.
He decided to chat her up, and ask her if she was seeing someone, and to his delight, she had been single for a long while, saying she had troubles finding a guy that wasn't either a jerk or a loser. Even better, she was ending her shift in an hour, so they agreed to hook up later, to learn more about each other. And maybe something better might come up!
Part 3:
Waiting at the pre-determined spot for Carissa, his new waitress friend, Jake remembers some of his more fond moments of his wetting exploits.
Usually, a lot of it happened at his friends’ houses, especially if they had a pool. He made sure to fill his tank, as it were, before he went over with his swim shorts and a towel. After getting changed, either in the bathroom, or in a friend’s bedroom, with his friend, seeing as how neither he nor any of his pals were shy about their bodies amongst each other; he would then slip into the pool and swim for a few minutes, before peeing in the water. He was never concerned about “polluting” the water, because he knew that the people could not tell what he was doing – even though most of the families did the same thing, sometimes obviously. Especially considering that human urine was, essentially, harmless outside the body.
Making sure that no one could see what he was up to, even though they usually knew anyway, Jake would casually release the hold on his bladder, and enjoy the sensations as his effluent raced to escape his body. Without looking down to his shorts, Jake could feel the exact moment that his piss poured out of his cock, and immediately mix with the pool water. As his bladder emptied, he covered his deed, or at least tried to, by chatting and joking with his friends and their families.
He was sure that one of his friend’s younger sister might have a crush on him, but, while he was honored, he never encouraged her, simply because she was too young for him, her being 14 or so. He was friendly with her, but not overly so. He was positive that as cute as she was, she would grow into a beautiful young woman. Who knew? Maybe, when she was old enough, and he was available, and she was still interested in him, he would date her. Not yet, though.
He would continue his wetting until he was empty, and then proceed to swim through the “contaminated” water to the pool’s side, where he could get out and drink plenty of water and juices to fill his bladder yet again, ready for more fun.
Another of his friends did not mind that Jake relieved himself in the pool, and often peed with him. Sometimes, when the family was away, and the two of them were swimming by themselves, Jake was told that he could stand at the pool’s side with his friend, and they would both pull their swim shorts down a little to pull out their dicks, aim, and pee into the water together. Occasionally, one or the other would sit on the top of the steps at the shallow end, or the end of the diving board at the deep end, pull their schlongs out through the legs of their shorts, and pee in the pool, usually with the other treading water close enough to watch, since they didn’t mind the other watching him.
Because he and Jake were best friends, doing just about everything together, whether getting ready to go swimming, peeing, or just hanging out, sometimes literally; being naked around the house if nobody was home or the bedroom for more privacy, they would often sit next to each other and masturbate together, catching their cum in napkins. More often than not, they were both naked while jacking off, but every now and again, they would simply just pull their pants or shorts down around their knees, and get right on it. They usually only did this, though, when they were in a hurry, and wanted to finish off quickly, like when they had somewhere to be. They did some experimenting, like jacking each other off, or even a couple of times giving each other head, but that wasn’t usually the case. They were fonder of wanking in front of each other, watching and being watched, or just peeing for each other.
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Jake’s memories were interrupted when a set of headlights swung his way. Oh, joy! Carissa had arrived! Jake was determined that before the night was through, he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend. Little did he know just how much of an understatement that title would be!
Part 4:
After talking for a few minutes, Jake and Carissa ended up going for a soda, with free refills, of course, Jake’s secret idea, and talked for hours, about anything and everything.
Midway through, Jake became desperate for a wee, but didn’t want to interrupt his lively conversation with his new friend, and didn’t want to be obvious about his deed, either, by pulling his wanker out of his pants. So, he decided on a sneaky pee in his pants, relaxing the hold on his bladder, feeling his body-hot urine start to soak the crotch and seat of his black jeans, before running down his pants legs and the edge of his seat. He tried to keep the relief from showing on his face, concentrating on Carissa’s near-constant chatter, and hoping that she didn’t suspect anything. The piss felt wonderful, but didn’t last for very long.
Shortly after, to see the puddle he had made, Jake “accidently” knocked his silverware packet to the ground, then ducked under the table to retrieve it. He was shocked, however, when he noticed a second pee puddle, this one under Carissa… and still growing! Jake came back out from under the table, and saw that she was blushing beet red in the face, and had tears streaming down her face, similar to the pee that had been streaming to the floor from between her legs, knowing that she had been caught peeing.
Jake wanted to put Carissa at ease, so he smiled gently, and told her not to be embarrassed, that accidents happened to everybody, and that he was neither upset nor disgusted by her accident. Secretly, he wondered if it really was an accident, or if, like him, she got off on naughty wets. To test her reaction, he admitted to Carissa that he had been so engrossed in their conversation that he had completely forgotten to visit the restroom, and had, just a few minutes ago, had an accident of his own. She looked surprised at his admission, but her tears stopped flowing. Then she did something that surprised him yet again, and ducked under the table herself to validate his claim.
It was too much to hope for that she wouldn’t notice the bulge developing in his pants, but she looked shocked, either at the size of the puddle he had made, or at the size of the bulge, he didn’t yet know which, when she looked back up. Her face heated with yet more color as she hesitantly told him that this wasn’t the first time that she had wet herself, and as a matter of fact, never wore any panties, so she only considered it wetting herself when she was wearing pants or shorts. She continued her unusual tale by telling Jake that she actually pees down her legs on a regular basis, regardless of what she is wearing. If she is at the end of a line and needs to pee, then she will pee quietly down her legs, relieving herself as much as possible before she made it to the counter. However, if there were any people behind her in line, then she would only pee enough for some relief, yet not enough so that anyone would notice.
At the movie theaters, Carissa says that she will find a seat away from everybody else, with some empty seats around her. After holding it for some time, and not having gone before she came in, when she can’t hold her wee anymore, she pulls the back of her skirt or dress out of harm’s way before emptying herself into the seat, then sliding over to the seat next to her, fixing her skirt or dress in doing so. If she is wearing pants or shorts, she will simply unfasten them and pull them down to her knees, pee into the seat, and pull her clothes back up as she switches seats. Also, if the theater was mostly empty, she wouldn’t even pee into the seat, just slide forward to the edge, keeping her dress or skirt, pants or shorts out of the way, and tinkle on the floor.
As hot as this was, Jake couldn’t help but to ask Carissa about what she does at work when she needs a wee, trying so hard not to rub his aching dick, which was threatening to rip his zipper wide open, knowing that it wouldn’t take much for him to stain his pants.
Carissa admits that she pees down her legs all day, and night, while at work; usually a few trickles at the register or while walking to and from her tables, including earlier when she was serving him, and no one has suspected a thing yet. When she becomes desperate, she’ll walk out the back door when no one else is outside, hold up the front of her skirt, and let it come gushing out to the ground. By the time that she leaves work, she is horny as a girl can get, and masturbates as soon as she gets back to her small apartment. She barely makes it in her door before she’s dropping her purse on the entry table, yanking up her skirt, and plunging her fingers into her already dripping wet snatch, then coming powerfully a minute later. After her heart rate and breathing calm down, she will then get undressed right there in her hallway, pee in the living room, then shower; later, she masturbates again, slowly in bed, enjoying the sensations as one hand caresses her firm young tits and nipples, while her other hand fondles her clit, lower lips, and her moist cunt, alternating hands and fingers every few minutes. The orgasm that followed would be sweet, but just as powerful as the earlier one.
She stopped talking at this point, clearly embarrassed by her frankness, informing Jake that this was the first time she had ever told anyone such revealing information, especially on a first date; Jake, for his part, was struggling not to blow his load into his pants.
Part 5:
Jake wanted to be just as frank, and so told Carissa that he was about to blow his load into his pants from her peeing, and her stories. She shyly asked if he was telling her the truth, or just being nice to her. He told her to put her hand out, under the table, and when she did so, he took it and placed it on his boner, not only to let her feel how hard he had gotten, but so she could also feel the drenched pants that she had seen earlier. Her eyes flew open wide and her delicate, pretty mouth formed a cute ‘o’ as she felt his massive boner under his soaked jeans.
Hesitantly, she offers to take care of his “medical emergency,” if he could drive her home, back to her apartment; so after paying the bill, and leaving her car in the parking lot, thanks to a friend at the diner, they get into his car and head off. While he drives, and she gives him directions, Jake admits that he doesn’t think he can make it ‘til then. She smiles shyly, then asks him to pull over so that she can help him. He nearly fishtails out of control in his haste to pull over. Fortunately, this street was deserted at this time of the evening. As soon as the car was in park, they both had their seatbelts off, and Jake had his seat pulled back and reclining, and Carissa was leaning over, unfastening his pants, and releasing his unbearably swollen cock. Jake moans at her hand finally on the bare flesh of his manhood, then moans louder and longer as her tongue licks his peehole a few times, then his glans before taking him into her warm, soft mouth. She only manages to take him into her mouth fully before he warns her that he was about to cum. She ignores his warning, pulling up, then dropping back down until he shoots his hot load down her throat in a matter of seconds. Licking him clean, from his balls to his urethra opening, she then licked her lips, telling Jake that this had been the best date ever, and it would only get better from here.
As Jake tries to tuck his half-staff back into his pants, Carissa tells him that she never finished her pee back at the diner, and that she still needs to go, her bladder having filled back up, and then some, since then. So he tells her that it would be okay if she peed in his car, since he does it himself every now and again, secretly hoping he would get to see her pee in front of him. She smiles, and starts to hike up her skirt. Once it’s around her waist, revealing her sweet, succulent, unshaved pussy to his startled gaze, she slides forward to the edge of her seat, places her feet wide apart up on the dashboard, knees spread wide, then lets go a long, gushing stream that hisses on its way out of her swollen lower lips. The arc of wee nearly reaches the ceiling, then again nearly to the dashboard before falling to the floor, instantly darkening the cherry-red carpet to burgundy in a wash of warm, salty piss. Her piss doesn’t last long at this strength, but when she was done, instead of sitting back and putting her skirt back into order, she instead grins naughtily, and starts playing with her pussy lips, stroking and even flicking her love button, enjoying Jake’s piercing, hungry, longing eyes follow every move her hands and fingers made. Having him watch such private acts, like wetting, and fingering her tight little twat, was even more of a turn-on than anything she had ever done before, including the torrential wee she had done at the bowling alley months earlier, where she practically ruined her shorts with her heavy wetting.
Watching him watching her, especially after their wetting themselves, and her most recent pee and giving him a blowjob a few minutes ago, was too much, and she came, hard and long, shuddering in the aftermath of orgasmic bliss. Jake had taken his dick back out when she had started twiddling herself, and had been jacking off with her. When she came, so did he, again, spraying jizz all over himself, even after his orgasm from just a few minutes ago. She smiled, pleased that her pleasure could bring him pleasure as well. After they both settled themselves back into place, Jake and Clarissa continued on their way to her apartment to further the fun, and possibly to have fantastic sex.
Part 6:
When they arrived at her apartment, Carissa and Jake couldn’t keep off of each other, with Jake pulling her so tight against him that they were practically one body. Mouth mashing against mouth, the two new lovers wasted no time in exploring each other’s tastes, hers mingled with his from her giving him a blowjob earlier. He found it strangely arousing to taste himself on her tongue, then giving it, and indeed nothing else, any more thought as her roving hands found his snap and zipper. His pants fell, just as her shirt was pulled open and yanked off. His shirt was next, while he fumbled in his haste with her bra. Suddenly, he was naked, while Carissa still had her skirt on. He made short work of it, yanking it down to expose her short, curly mass of pubic hairs barely hiding her mons, her lips swollen in her excitement. Both heart rates sky-rocketed even more as they finally got to see the other in all their naked glory. Her breasts were high and tight, with nipples pointed and rosy red, while he was standing at attention, extremely erect, the largest hard-on of his young, eighteen year life stretching out from the bush at his groin. His balls were hot and heavy in his excitement, ready to spill his seed at any moment.
Jake can barely contain himself, both literally and figuratively, as her gaze moves approvingly over him, from head to toe, stopping at his groin to admire his ruddy-colored raging boner, while he does the same, appreciating her very attractive packaging, noticing the creaminess of her skin, and grace of smooth-toned muscle, firm yet supple. She smiles, and takes his hand to lead him to her bedroom. He stops, remembering something she had told him earlier. When she looks at him inquiringly, he tells her that he needs a piss, bad. He also mentions that since she had pissed for him, he’d like to return the favor. She grins broadly, then leads him over to the middle of the living room floor, and takes his erection in her soft, warm hand to aim his stream for him. Having such a massive boner, he has to struggle just to get started, especially with Carissa’s hand embracing his intimate flesh. After a full minute of softening and relaxing enough, he is able to squeeze a few spurts out, then his pee starts gushing like a fountain turned on its side. His stream reaches farther away than ever before because of his still-enormous boner. After he trickles to a stop, he looks into her eyes, huge and gorgeous, as she tells him that she can’t wait anymore, and asks him to take her then and there, rolling a condom he handed her onto his super-hard cock.
When Carissa bends forward over the arm of the sofa, spreads her legs shoulder-width apart, and gives him a teasing “come here” look, he just can’t resist fondling her cute, smooth ass and generous hips, then reaching around to fondle her fantastic tits. Impatient for his cock, she reaches between her thighs to guide Jake’s manhood to her snatch, soaked as it was in her juices. He played his glans around her entrance, teasing her in return, before sliding in slowly, loving the feeling as her tight, soaking wet pussy hugged him from the inside, caressing him inch by wonderful inch. Suddenly he stopped, shocked by the resistance he ran into. She looked back, and admitted that he would be her first, and he should continue what he started, that the single moment of pain would be worth it for the pleasure to follow. That decided him, and he went all for it, withdrawing almost all of the way before plunging in to the hilt. Carissa whimpered in pain a little, but asked Jake not to stop. He did pause to let her get used to his being so deeply inside of her, kissing and licking the back of her neck, using one hand to hold her long, wavy locks of ink-black hair over her shoulder, the other gently playing with her engorged and highly sensitive love button.
When he feels that she is ready to continue, he slowly withdraws again, slowly, letting her savor the uniqueness of how well they fit together, hearing the slurping sound her pussy walls made they refused to let his dick out fully, catching it just behind the glans. He slides in again, then out again, his thickness growing more and more, until he reaches the point where cumming is imminent, and he warns her about his approaching orgasm. The whole time that Jake was pumping in and out, Carissa couldn’t hold back her mewls and moans of delight, feeling his stiff rod pistoning repeatedly, faster and faster. When he warns her that he’s about to cum, it proves too much for her, as she screams and cums herself, drenching his manhood in her sticky, wet mess, the orgasm seeming to last for hours. Her orgasm triggers his, as he feels her cunt walls squeeze out every last drop of his milky-white goodness. If he wasn’t wearing a condom, he would have shot his load straight through to the far side of her womb.
The shockwaves of her orgasm hadn’t quite settled, actually were still really strong, when his seed-shooting brings her to yet another soul-shattering orgasm, this one more powerful than anything she could have accomplished on her own. Carissa didn’t realize that she needed to pee any, but when her second orgasm was winding down, her bladder started to leak out her golden nectar, her piss trickling into the arm of the sofa she was leaning over. Since Jake still had his hand in her crotch, he felt her wee leaking out onto his fingers, and marveled at how warm and good it felt, thinking that he could ask Carissa, later of course, for her to pee on him, especially on his cock and balls; maybe to wash her juices off him? Not that he minded it, as he kissed her neck and shoulders some more. Later, though. Right now, they both needed to catch their breathes. Neither one, however, had any inclination to pull away from each other yet, the after-sex bliss the sweetest thing that either one had ever felt, wanting to prolong the joy as much as possible before they showered, and enjoyed each other as many more times as possible. |
The Rough Seam
"Don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone you love." ― Woody Allen
Ashley awoke feeling deliciously full, and pleasantly horny. The first warm rays of the sun had found their way into her room and gently kissed her awake. A good kind of kiss to wake up to, second only to the lips of an actual human being. She yawned and stretched, throwing off the light blanked that had covered her during the night. Her bladder pulsated in anticipation of a good hard morning piss. She scratched her butt. It was the last day of the semester, and Michele had already left for home early. Not that she wouldn't have scratched her butt in front of her roommate, but she still enjoyed having a little privacy in the cramped dorm room.
Her nerves sent strong warning signals now, pointing out the urgency of the situation. She swung herself out of bed and made her way over to the tiny bathroom. There she walked right past the toilet, dropped her sleepwear into the laundry hamper, and stepped into the shower. She had no intention of granting herself the luxury of relief.
Ashley loved the feeling of having to pee, and was an expert at putting it off for as long as possible. She had first started to hold it in just for the sake of convenience and practicability. School toilets were gross, as were public bathrooms. Only relieving herself at home had been an obvious solution to a very simple problem. Then she had taken up running, gotten really into it, and bladder training had become part of her self-understanding as an athlete. After all, a sphincter was just another muscle that could be exercised, and she had done so with utmost determination. By the time she graduated high school, she had been down to just two visits to the powder room per day. And as she learned to keep it in for longer and longer, she had come to realize that she enjoyed it sexually quite a bit. It made her so much more sensitive, so responsive to touch. First there had been masturbation, then experiments with others. A full bladder was a glorious thing, making not only the G-spot more sensitive, but driving her crazy with lust in general. It was so easy to get off with a few hours of pee saved up for her enjoyment, and she made use of it, frequently. Her current state was a little more extreme than usual, though.
When the warm water started to run down her body, and the sound from the shower filled her ears, she almost lost it. Nearly twenty hours of steaming piss were safely stored inside of her. Now they wanted to come out, but she didn't let them. Oh god, all the hissing, she hated that shower head. No, not quite true, she actually loved it. A shower head can be a source of pure joy when used right, as every lonely lady knows. But she didn't want to do that now, her mounting arousal was way to precious to waste.
There was a reason she was so horny, other than her bursting with almost a day of urine. She hadn't touched herself since last Friday. An incredible feat for someone who had masturbated at least twice per day, ever since the onset of puberty. It had been hard, very hard, as hard as... no, better not to continue this train of thought right now. Today would see the end of her self-chosen abstinence, and she would make it absolutely unforgettable.
When she was sure to be in control again, she carefully took her hands from her crotch and shampooed her hair, then rinsed it. When she soaped up her body, she felt around the places that had been treated recently. Yes, all still nice and smooth. There was something to be said for laser hair removal. She liked taking long showers, but it was becoming a challenge not to pee or touch herself too much, so she turned off the water after just five minutes, and quickly toweled herself dry.
She studied her face in the mirror over the sink. She didn't mean to toot her own horn, but she sure was pretty. Her eyes were sparkling with with sass and lust. It would be a very enjoyable day.
Her hair decided to be a bitch today. The bane of existence of many a mixed-race woman, for sure. One day it was curly, the other day straight, and on Tuesdays it was wavy. It would smooth down, sometimes, except when it didn't. Probably dependent on relative humidity, or whether Venus was in Taurus, or something. Hell if she knew. This morning, her follicles had decided she would be black. The second she turned on the dryer, her head exploded into a fuzzy poodle. She ran a brush through it a few times, got it stuck, painfully yanked it out, and growled in frustration as a few torn curls fell into the sink. Fine. Why make her life so difficult? Using a single tie, she organized everything into a neat ponytail, only for it to turn into a messy bun within a tenth of a second. 'And fuck you, too, genetics', she thought. Whatever. No one would be looking at anything above her neckline anyway. That's why she went light on the makeup as well. Her hands trembled a little from the desperation, she had to take great care not to stab herself in the eye with the mascara. She thought about putting in more elaborate earrings, but there was nothing really wrong with the tiny studs she always wore, so why bother? She looked perfectly acceptable, there was no need to drag out this morning routine any longer.
She left the bathroom and quickly pushed a few buttons on her shiny new coffee maker. A present from her parents for her eighteenth birthday; they knew how much she loved steaming hot caffeine goodness. The little fully automatic machine was making quite a ruckus while she was getting dressed.
No panties, of course, not today. She put on her favorite pair of jeans. On first glance, they were just a fashionable pair of skinny jeans, real jeans, not some pseudo-leggings crap, slightly worn and faded. But there was more to them than met the eye. They were also a stealthy sex toy. A masturbatory aid, so to speak. Their low cut waist meant they had to be pulled up firmly, if Ashley didn't want to expose half her ass. Pulled up so far, they parted her cheeks, and pressed into her groin. The seam slightly separated her outer labia and came to rest between her lips. She could feel the rough texture of the fabric in direct contact with her clitoris. So naughty. So awesome.
She fed a heavy leather belt through the loops. This thing was meant to be a gun belt, wide and stiff, to support four pounds of revolver. Strong enough for her purpose. She tightened it down with a single swift motion, compressing her poor bladder. Her urethral opening stung. Oh yes, that was exactly what she wanted, what she needed! One more notch. And another one. She moaned, had to take a few seconds to compose herself.
The rest of her outfit was easy to choose, too. Why bother with a bra, when your small breasts stand on their own? Besides, those things amounted to torture devices in hot weather, anyway. She put on a simple red t-shirt, a pair of socks, her comfortable, worn-in sneakers, and was ready for the day. She never understood women who would spend hours staring into their closet, trying to decide what to wear.
The coffee was ready. She stuck her nose into the mug, breathed in deeply, savoring the smell of the beloved stimulant. Not the only thing that was stimulating her right now, but still an old favorite. Its diuretic effects were a nice bonus. Her stomach was rumbling. She hadn't eaten for just as long as she hadn't peed. She hated it when a pesky number two interrupted a good hold. To compensate for the lack of solid food, she added a good measure of full-fat cream to her drink, and stirred in no fewer than four heaped spoons of sugar. It was so much, it barely even dissolved. The breakfast of champions, or something like that. Almost disgustingly sweet. She sipped from the thermos mug as she gathered her laptop bag, a few pens, and a notebook. Phone, wallet, keys... she tried to remember if the was missing anything, but then decided she was ready.
Ashley stepped out into the beautiful day. What an amazing summer morning! Nice and warm, a soft breeze blowing, just perfect. The first person to turn around to admire her ass was a tall guy wearing a baseball cap and a fraternity shirt. It happened right in front of the dormitory building, not even twenty seconds after she had locked the door. A very good start. The second person was a gray-haired janitor, just a few moments later, and the third one, to her great pleasure, was a girl, a pretty little East Asian. Then she turned right into the busy main street, a mingling mass of students and university staff. Things got even better there.
Ashley never turned around to confirm, she just knew they were looking. She felt how she was drawing lustful stares left and right. She had a nice backside, especially in this pair of jeans, but a lot of it was from how she walked in her tennis shoes. She sat one foot in front of the other, hips gyrating, butt swaying, in the seductive manner most girls could only pull off when balancing on a pair of heels. It came natural to her. Maybe she wasn't the most conventionally beautiful woman on campus, but she was oozing sexuality. She loved to be ogled, but it wasn't just for show. Every undulating step dragged the seam across her slit. It was pretty rough indeed, and the friction worked wonders to excite her. The chafing was incredible. After a bit over five minutes, she reached the life science building, and her junk was already irritated and itchy. Probably slightly red under the denim, too. Soon it would start to burn. She had anticipated this, she welcomed it. She had barely even started her day, just walked a few hundred meters, and soon her most sensitive parts would be hurting. And no one could know it. She just had to soldier on, or risk exposing herself as the depraved pervert she was. By the end of the day, it would be all red, and raw, and painful.
Her bladder was playing its part in the ensemble, too. Full and swollen, nicely compressed by the strong belt, straining her sphincter to exhaustion. What a lovely feeling! And all the eyeballs popping out of their sockets; she was driving people mad with desire. Knowing how many of them desperately wanted to get into her pants...
Oh, she was a cock crazy little nymphomaniac. Or maybe not that cock crazy today, because the more she thought about it, the more she felt herself craving a woman's touch. A shame that Michele had already gone home for the summer, or she would have scored easily. Yes, Ashley had slept with the girl she shared a room with once or twice. Why not? Michele had a boyfriend back home, but she also was an uncomplicated woman with a rather utilitarian attitude towards physical pleasure. That they had been intimate hadn't really made anything between them more difficult. Life wasn't some kind of TV show, where everything surrounding sex had to be awkward for the sake of drama. And Michele was decent looking, too. A very interesting face, with a tiny button nose, and big brown eyes she mostly hid behind a huge pair of nerd glasses. A bit owlish, maybe, but by no means unattractive. And her body was divine. A shame she liked to conceal it under old jeans and baggy sweaters. Ashley had been adamant on making Michele come as hard and as often as possible when they were in bed together. She liked how utterly flustered and helpless the geeky girl looked at the very peak of her lust.
But all the reminiscing didn't help, Michele wasn't here. She would have to find somebody else for tonight. What a shame. Such hard work. Women were always harder to get than men, and evolutionary psychology had taught Ashley why that was. They were the ones to invest all the energy into pregnancy, go through the considerable danger of childbirth, so of course they had to be selective. She certainly would never get anyone pregnant, but she still had to suffer through all the bullshit, jump through all the hoops. Oh, she hated nature and society equally for making the hunt for decent clam so much harder. Still, evolutionary psychology made a lot of sense to her, even if it was frequently misused to argue for 1950s gender roles.
Around campus, Ashley didn't have a reputation for being easy, or sexually aggressive. At least not yet. No one knew the full extend of her exploits. The actual percentage of people who kiss and tell was surprisingly low. College did pose one interesting challenge to her: So many people to sleep with, so little time! A Bachelor's degree only took four years. Probably more like three, at her pace. She tried to slow down and play dumb at times, but she was still a straight-A student, and found herself bored out of her mind more often than not. General studies in particular seldom even tickled her brain. She was a biology major, but all the interesting science courses weren't easily accessible to freshmen, so she wasted her time in classes for beginners. The curriculum really wasn't made for someone of above-average intelligence. She felt lucky she had been able to pick Financial Mathematics for next semester, which would at least provide her with a few problems that were a little more involved.
Anyway, she wasn't just a tease, she delivered what she promised! Just last week, she had slept with her track and field coach. Coach Baye hadn't been hard to seduce. She had simply asked him if he wanted to have sex with her, in plain language, and matter-of-factly. He had first appeared a little shocked, then he had looked her up and down, had studied her body. He had done that many times before, but that had always been with the eyes of a trainer. This time, he had looked at her with the eyes of a man, and he had liked what he had seen. He had nodded, then taken out his cellphone and sent a message. She had thought nothing off it at this point in time, although she had understood what it had been about later. His house was just 15 minutes from campus. They had jogged there, because it was inconspicuous. Nothing unusual about two athletes working out together, it was to be expected. Only stretching and resistance exercise had looked a lot different from the usual program. Her legs spread to the edge of the bed, knees dangling down, him half standing, half kneeling, giving her his full length. Only of average girth, but he sure knew how to use it well.
Then his wife had come into the room. Ashley had been worried. That she didn't think too highly of traditional morals didn't mean she had none. She would rather not be a homewrecker. She had just assumed that if he was willing to bring her home, his spouse wouldn't be there. But he hadn't been worried at all. He hadn't even slowed down. That had been the second hint. The first hint had been the fact that the woman had walked in stark naked. A very deliberate action, no doubt.
Mrs. Baye was a tall, curvy ginger, whose hair was showing first strands of gray. And visibly a natural redhead, too. A very attractive mature woman, for sure. Whatever 'mature' meant these days. She probably wasn't much older than the man she was married to, so in her late forties, perhaps?
She had sat down on the bed next to Ashley. Ashley had tried to pull away from her coach, or at least to sit up, to face the woman, but Mrs. Baye had pushed her back onto the mattress. “Shhh, relax, sweetheart.” A deep smoky voice, intensely erotic on its own. She had sat down on on the bet, leaned over to get close to the copulating couple, and round breasts had sagged slightly into Ashley's face. She could appreciate a nice pair of boobies. She had given them a playful shove, intended on making them swing like a pendulum, but they had been surprisingly firm. Mrs. Baye had reacted by placing a deep kiss on Ashley, their tongues dancing around each other. Not the meaningless peck of a one-night stand that was just a compulsory exercise, part of the ritual of sex. No, it had been the intimate kiss of a lover. Then she had started to explore Ashley's body with her hands. The feeling the older woman's cool slender fingers on her skin had pushed Ashley over the edge. She had wanted to gasp and moan loudly as she came, but Mrs. Baye had closed off the girl's mouth with her lips again, and no sound had escaped. The voluptuous woman had stroked herself until her husband had shot his load deep inside the young girl. Then she had exited the room and left the awkward post-coital conversation to her man.
While Ashley had taken a hot shower, she had hoped that one of them, or both, would come after her, for a second round of fun. But no such luck. Later she had wondered how often the kinky couple did something like that, and whether she occasionally brought home young, easily impressed boys, and made him watch. The dirty pervert had sat there and masturbated to the sight of her husband fucking a kid who could have been their daughter.
For the rest of the week, Ashley hadn't been able to get one thought out of her head: She and Mrs. Baye would look marvelous together in bed. Their naked bodies snuggled up together, legs intertwined, arms wrapped around each other, relaxing after an afternoon of sweet, tender lovemaking. The contrast between their skin tones would paint a perfect picture. A little milk in her coffee. Maybe the opportunity would arise one day, preferably without male interference.
When her mind returned to the present, Ashley again had to think about the fact that she had not orgasmed in seven days. Was is even possible not to come for a week? It seemed highly unlikely she would ever be able to show such restraint, yet here she was. The crotch of her jeans was soaking wet already, and beginning to get sticky. And she hadn't lost a single drop of pee, it was all just pure lust.
She made her way through the hall and into lecture theater three. She found a place in the second row, so her lower body wouldn't be exposed to the eyes of professor DeBiasi, should she want to twitch and fidget and cross her legs a little. When she bent at the hips to sit down, the belt painfully rode into her bladder. Very enjoyable, but very taxing. Her pelvic floor hated her right now.
People where filling in slowly. It didn't look like too many students would come. Finals were over, it was the last session of Statistics 101, and all the professor had announced for today was that they would go over some of the answers to the test and chat about their plans for the summer. A slow day. The lecture hall was almost comically large for the number of attendees, but when DeBiasi walked in, he didn't seem to be bothered by the lack of faces present. He was a very sweet elderly gentleman, relatable, and able to make his topic clear and interesting to the students. Well, as interesting as mathematics got for most people. He knew the low attendance was a function of the date, not a comment on his character. They only took about half an hour to discuss the more difficult parts of the test they had taken the other day. Ashley had found it easy, but having the confirmation she got all of it right was nice to hear nonetheless. Then they launched directly into the 'how to have fun this summer' part and spent the entire rest of the time on this topic. When one of the students mentioned a beach vacation in Florida, the professor relayed a few hilarious stories from his surfing days, a long, long time ago. Ashley took great care not to laugh to hard. Time passed quickly, the pressure in her lower abdomen grew, and when it was all over after two hours, and DeBiasi had left, her thighs were getting numb.
Leaving behind her stuff to reserve a place, Ashley slid out of the row of seats, got up, and left the room on stiff legs. She was feeling a little peckish. She stuffed a bill into the vending machine in the hallway and got herself two bottles of coke. She started slowly sipping away at the cloyingly sweet beverage. It didn't take long for her blood sugar to rise into a more healthy range, and soon her kidneys would notice there was work to be done, too. They would produce more of the wonderful liquid that brought her such joy.
A few more people had joined them for the next lecture, the room didn't look quite as deserted anymore. Professor Smith was an insufferable bitch with a monotone speaking voice, but she did announce she would give a short introduction to her evolution course for next semester, and it would be in the best interest of every biology major not to miss it.
At least in Ashley's case, this turned out not to be true. Nothing new, and nothing that couldn't be learned in an hour online. The material wasn't even structured enough to serve as a valid introduction for someone new to the topic. And of course, it was presented with all the charm and finesse you could expect. This woman might as well have been replaced with Microsoft Sam reading a Wikipedia article start to finish, and all that her students would have noticed would have been the slightly lower-pitched voice. “Now, if we consider these selection factors independently of each other...” Ashley's bladder cramped. She groaned.
“Yes, Miss Calder, you've got any input?” “Um... no, Professor.” “Then maybe you want to refrain from interrupting my lecture. You are not alone in this room, and some people want to learn. As I was saying...”
Yep, insufferable, through and through. Yet, if she had wanted to come home with Ashley and have a little fun, she would have been up for it. Provided she would have accepted to be gagged with a dirty sock before Ashley went down on her. She would render her catatonic with her tongue. This poor excuse for a teacher was a total jerk, but she did have a nice skinny body that age hadn't totally ruined yet. The shape that was visible under the pencil skirt and expensive blazer was quite okay. Oh god, what was she thinking?
Ashley tried to focus on the actual subject matter at hand, but that was of no help, since the professor kept droning on about sexual selection.
“The question of what survival advantage sexual reproduction has exactly, has not been answered conclusively. One possible explanation is offered by the so-called 'Red Queen Hypothesis', derived from the fictional character in Alice in Wonderland, who stated...”
'Has no one ever considered that sex is just fun as hell? I would make the Red Queen my little bitch. I would screw the cards right out of that stupid dress. Plus, if I'm not getting laid today, I'm going to die of frustration.'
“Unlike the human female, who menstruates, most mammals have an estrous cycle, which means they will be in heat for a limited amount of time. A few of the reproductive issues that follow from this fact are...”
'But I am in heat', Ashley thought. 'I'm definitely in heat. Not just in heat, I'm on fire. I'm just an animal. Oh yes, a wild, untamed animal.' Her hands wanted to wander down, slip into her waistband, play with her clitoris. She could barely contain herself. She gripped the back of the seat in front of her, held on so hard, her knuckles turned white.
Somehow she made it through the entire lecture. And despite of the full liter of cola she had drunk over the last two hours, not a single drop had escaped.
Finally it was time to return home. There she would find two kinds of relief. Ashley's hips were swinging a little less on the way out of the building than they did on the way in. She just had to tune it down a bit, she was approaching her absolute physical limit.
She stopped to admire herself in the big window front of the chemistry labs. She smiled, and her reflection smiled back at her. The picture of a sexy young woman, with no regard for modesty. This campus was full of skimpy hot pants and low-cut tops. Going by just the surface area of visible skin, what she was wearing was almost conservative by comparison. But clothing could be revealing in many different ways. Her nipples could cut glass, she wondered if they were about to poke two small holes into the shirt. And these jeans contoured her lower section perfectly, displaying her rear and long legs.
'What a slutty outfit', she thought. Not that this adjective carried any emotional meaning for her otherwise. Promiscuity and showing off were perfectly fine with her. After all, what was a slut, if not simply a woman with the morals of a man? No ethical issues whatsoever. The simple truth was: Calling herself a tramp turned her on. Of course, this was nothing that a proper young lady should be turned on by, and this turned her on even more.
'Look at you! Exposing yourself in public, just like that. You have no shame, you filthy little whore! You are so naughty, someone oughta spank you! Oh yes, spank you hard, make your bottom burn, and then...' Her bladder chose this moment to try and expel its contents. Her lower body cramped, and she bent forward, jamming both hands into her crotch, pressing the denim against her pee hole. The movement yanked the seam across her swollen clitoris once more. For a few seconds, she saw stars, just standing there, frozen in position, desperately trying to neither pee nor come.
She slowly came back to her senses, carefully straightened out, and looked around. A few people were glancing in her direction, but no one seemed to have stopped to watch the show. Now she had just to make her way back to her room. She was stopped by a whirlwind.
“Hey Ash!” Her friend Cynthia, of all people. A small, bubbly blonde, hyperactive like a squirrel on crack cocaine. The type of girl who would never walk anywhere she could run. Bursting with energy. As opposed to Ashley, who was bursting with other stuff.
“Are you coming?” “Uh, coming...” It took Ashley a second to realize she hadn't been busted. The question was a lot less suggestive than it first appeared. Cynthia was dressed in running shorts and carrying her gym bag. “Oh, right, practice. No, I've called in sick.” That was the truth. Last week, while returning home slightly drunk, she had twisted an ankle trying to skip a few meters through the bushes at the side of the parking lot. It was fine know, the swelling had only lasted for a day or so, but she still had opted out of track and field for the week. Better not overextend herself.
Cynthia puckered her lips. “Ash, why don't you come and watch us from the bench? Just for solidarity, come on!”
Ashley hesitated for a moment. She had just realized that the 24 hour mark had passed unnoticed. A whole day of boiling piss was straining against her sphincter now. Never before had she held it this long. Quite an accomplishment, but she could absolutely not afford to keep herself away from the toilet for another two hours. No way she would walk away from this with her dignity intact. It was impossible. She shouldn't do it. “Of course honey, you know I love you guys. Anything to spend time with you.” “Don't be an ass, are you coming or not.” “Yes, I'm coming.” She hadn't even finished the sentence, and Cynthia had already taken off. This girl had no patience whatsoever. Ashley followed with somewhat more careful steps.
The south field was the smaller of two sports facilities owned by the university. The larger one was the football stadium at the other end of campus. 'Stadium' was maybe overstating it a bit, it was a football field with a few rows of seats, but still, it was a lot more impressive and better funded than south field, which was basically an afterthought. Not that Ashley was bitter about the fact that the other sports had to make due with less, the budget wasn't unlimited, and it was all a matter of priorities. And she had spent quite a few hours watching both the football team and the cheerleading squad train. She usually wore a jersey and did a bit of cheering on her own. Not for school spirit, but for more carnal reasons. Huge, hulking men, foaming with testosterone, were nice too look at. Cheerleaders, even more so. Jumping, contortions, cute little skirts flapping in the breeze. A shame their uniform called for full-coverage panties. Not that she would ever consider to try cheerleading herself. She was neither very flexible, nor partial to dancing, never mind her lack of coordination. But all these tasty, fit girls made her mouth water. She had stopped coming to the stadium after she had managed to sleep with a football player or two. Okay, probably more like five or six. It had been an interesting experience, but nothing to write home about. What she had really wanted, was a cheerleader. And they were hard, on account of meeting every stereotype on the book. Hot, but bitchy, obsessed with their reputation, holier-than-thou, and usually the trophy girlfriend to one of the players. How very annoying. They were lots of easier girls to be had.
Like some of the ladies Ashley was ogling right now, from the coaching bench at south field. Of course, she hadn't come for solidarity, she had come for the view. Watching the training on a warm summer day was a dangerous idea. So many spandex shorts, only two eyes! Sweaty girls all over the place. She had to be careful not to throw out her neck staring. She wouldn't have minded if the team's two male members had participated as well, but both of them had gone home already. They, too, were pretty handsome. Oh well, the girls were plenty hot enough. She tried not to move her legs too much, to minimize stimulation, but to no avail. You try not to wriggle around while bursting at the seams, I dare you!
And Coach Baye was there, too. She decided to have a little fun, see if she could throw him off guard. She first looked into his face, made sure he saw where her eyes were pointing. Then she stared intensely at the crotch of his trunks. He blushed and turned away. Oh yes, he would probably remember this one evening last week for the rest of his life. A total win. Ashley smiled, then she returned to the eye candy on on the field.
There was this tall brunette, whose name escaped her right now. She had an impressive bosom, for such a lanky girl. She had fixed it in place with a green sports bra, which also happened to be the only top she was wearing. There was still quite a bit of jiggling. Being so well-endowed couldn't really be comfortable, but it sure looked good. Miss Future Lower Back Problems was running laps, and every time she passed the bench, Ashley's mouth started making motorboat noises.
It was an open training session, and most of the team just did a little light cardio. No additional equipment was in use, and the jump pit stayed covered. Coach Baye was standing there with his stopwatch and would occasionally call out a number. Even today, during the last training session of the semester, with the girls mainly just messing around, everyone was running times that were absolutely unreachable for Ashley. They were just zipping by. Ashley was easily the worst sprinter on the team. Not nearly enough muscle mass, way to little power. But the longer the distance got, the more she started to shine. 2000 meters were a start. 5000, even better. At 10 k, she would leave everyone behind, wheezing, while she would steadily keep her pace. She was absolutely unbeatable at half-marathon. And one of these days, she would enter one, with a day's worth of boiling piss inside of her. Oh yes, it would be living hell, and absolute heaven at the same time.
Ashley absently-minded twirled her hair around her finger, until she realized that she could, well, twirl her hair around her finger. A long, smooth strand. 'So now you decide to comply? You ethnically confused waste of keratin. Go die in a fire!'
After not quite two hours, the coach called an end to the training session, and to a very successful semester for the whole team. There was a bit of cheering and applause for self-motivation, and then the girls, all still in their sport clothes, aggregated around the picnic tables at the edge of the field, to celebrate the end of the season. They had set out some food and socialized a little. They did this regularly; in fact, their big summer barbecue was legendary. You wouldn't believe the amount of meat a bunch of young girls can destroy. A lot of protein for after workout.
Ashley rose from the bench, slowly, with a very focussed expression. She had to clench down so hard, she was afraid her lips she might cut trough the denim like a pair of scissors. She approached the rest of the team with very cautious steps. Maybe 'painstaking' was a better word, because there was pain involved. There was an entire ocean inside of her, and tidal waves were hitting her dyke with full force. She usually preferred a different kind of dyke.
By the time she made it to the picnic area, Coach Baye had just finished saying his goodbye for the summer, and the girls took their turn doing the same to him.
“Bye coach.” “See you.” “Have a nice summer.” Ashley couldn't stop herself. “And my regards to your wife.” He didn't just blush, he went beet red, turned around, and walked away. She just hoped she had turned him on enough to go straight home and fuck that lovely pervert of a milf. Cynthia had noticed something. “What was that about?” “What?” “'My regards to your wife.' What the hell is that supposed to mean. You two got a secret code or something?”. Ashley shook her head. “No, she's a really nice woman, I just want him to say hello to her for me.” That was at least half of the truth.
Cynthia didn't seem convinced, but she dropped the topic. “So, you'll join us for a snack?” “Nah, I got stuff to do. Plus, I didn't bring any food. I don't want to leech off you guys. But if you have a soda for me, I'll stay for a few minutes.” She absolutely did not need any more fluids in her. Her bladder made this perfectly clear, with insistent burning and throbbing. Which of course meant that she did need more fluids in her.
Ashley did her best to make idle conversation with her teammates, but found it very hard to focus on chit-chat, when she needed all her concentration to keep herself from fidgeting too much. Then Cynthia seemed to remember something. “Wait a moment...” She dug through her bag, then produced a crumpled flyer. “I saw this the other day, thought it would be right up your alley.”
It was an advertisement for a 15 km road run next month. That was indeed right up her alley, and since she didn't plan on going home, that sounded like as good an opportunity as any, to live out her fantasy. “Huh. Yeah. Tell you what, Cindy, we both register and do it together.” Cynthia shook her head. “Not for a 15k. I haven't trained. Not everyone is a fucking running machine like you, Ash. You got the heart of an ox, or something.”
“You've got quite the powerful little engine there yourself!” She playfully smacked her friend on the rear. Perfectly innocent. At least she hoped that was what it looked like. The quarter of a second her hand had spend on Cynthia's buttocks, already had her wanting more. Cynthia giggled and twisted her butt out of reach. 'What would happen if I just grabbed her and threw her onto a table', Ashley pondered. 'Flat on her back, legs spread wide. The best position to feel her up. What is the minimum sentence for sexual assault in this state, anyway? Probably totally worth it.' Idle thoughts, without any real intention behind them. But just the mental image...
She caught herself salivating and had to swallow. 'Stop it, you skank!' she called herself out. Thankfully, Cynthia seemed to be totally oblivious and changed the topic.
Time passed slowly. Every second was pure torture. Almost empty soda in her left, Ashley studied the inviting door of the ladies' room, just to the side of the picnic area. Her fantasizing about relief was interrupted by Cynthia's voice once again. “Hey Ash, got knocked up lately?” She glanced down. Her bulge was so clearly protruding over her waistband now, she looked positively pregnant. Thankfully, her desperation didn't affect her wit. “Yeah, by your dad. Your mom doesn't know yet, we've been meaning to tell her.”
Cynthia found that pretty funny. “Haha, screw you!” “Oh, I will”, Ashley muttered under her breath. “What was that now?” “Oh, nothing. Yeah, I guess I look a little bloated. Truth be told, I really gotta take a whizz. Excuse me.” And with these word, she finished her drink, placed the bottle on the table, got up and walked over to the restroom. Calmly, like a lady.
She closed the door of the small single bathroom behind her, trying to ignore the battle that was raging between her muscles and gallons of piss. She looked into the mirror over the sink. 'You pathetic little weakling!', she scolded herself. 'No self-control! Squirming in front of your friends! Showing off your bladder! Are you fishing for sympathy? Behave like a woman, you fucking wimp!'
Seeking to punish herself for her lack of discipline, she sat down on the closed lid, legs spread apart as far as they would go. She took a nice, long pretend pee. 'Ah, how relaxing.' She didn't manage to convince herself of that for one second. Her body had never so desperately wanted to get rid of a giant load of liquid waste as it did now. Sitting there without voiding a drop was the hardest thing she had ever done. And also the most arousing.
She could still see herself in the mirror. God, she was hot! If she had a twin sister, there would be a lot of wild, naughty incest going on in this family, for sure. The constant stream of perverted sexual thoughts didn't stop for a second. Most of the things running through her head were just so plainly wrong. So wrong, it called for an additional penalty.
She reached for her belt, held on to the short end, and pulled with all her strength. The prong slipped out of the hole, and the sheer pressure of her bulge wanted to pull the leather out of the buckle. She didn't allow it. She yanked on it with all she had, and managed to tighten it one more notch. Agony, and lust, nothing else. Bright colors, exploding stars, hammering noises. Her vision cleared slowly, and the was still dry, somehow, but the hammering was still there. Apparently, it was real. Someone was knocking, no, pounding, on the door. “Oh god, hurry up, I'm going to explode!”
'And I am not? Get a grip on yourself, girl!' That wasn't what she said, though. “Hang on, I'm just gonna need a minute.” “Please! I don't have a minute!”
Ashley didn't hurry. If she could stand it, others should be able to behave themselves as well. She got up from the toilet, inspected her pelvis in the mirror. The tightened belt had the one advantage of making her look slightly less ballooned. She might just get away with pretending to have peed. To make the illusion complete, the washed her hands, winced when the warm water flowed around her fingers. Then the inspiration hit her. She leaned forward, drank directly from the tab, swallowed and swallowed, until she couldn't fit another drop. Her back teeth were floating. After carefully drying her hands and mouth with a few paper towels, she finally unlocked the door.
The busty brunette from earlier pushed past her, shoved her out of the way, and slammed the door shut in Ashley's face. Through the thin wood came the sound of the lid being thrown open, and a butt dropping onto the seat. Then she heard the other girl piss an absolute gusher. It was hell on her tortured sphincter, but the thought of piss spewing out of the hot body turned her on even more. But what didn't turn her on today? Her libido was stuck in overdrive.
She couldn't put it off for another minute. She was way past her limit now, and the situation was turning into an emergency. She said a quick goodbye, hugged Cynthia while barely able to keep her hands to herself, waved to the other girls, and left them to their little party.
She hastily waddled away from the athletics field, her sexy walk was gone. The way across campus back to the dorm seemed a mile long. Well, it was about a mile, so this figure of speech didn't work exactly. It was a long way, let's leave it at that. When she rounded the corner of the lab building, where Cynthia had caught her, she was making engine noises again. But this time she wasn't a motor boat, she was a super tanker full of liquid, huge-ass diesel engine, vrooom, vrooom. Her mind was getting silly, but she couldn't help herself. Hours of ignoring her body's natural needs took their toll.
Ashley was a bit disappointed to go home alone. She could really use the company of another girl. No, not a girl, an experienced woman would be even better. Someone who knew exactly what buttons to push. Mrs. Baye, maybe. Shit, that women had shoved her tongue down her throat and touched her all over, and she didn't even know her first name! She had to gather all her strength not to jam both hands between her legs. Whether to hold or masturbate, she wasn't sure. Probably both.
The last hundred meters were more difficult than the entire day, and the short dorm hallway was the hardest walk of her life. Then she was standing in front her room door, and fiddled with the keys, hands shaking. It was difficult to find the damn hole, and once she had it, it was almost impossible to get the angle right and shove the damn thing in. Not unlike the experience of a teenage boy losing his virginity; something Ashley had been witness to a dozen times. Another reason to prefer girls. Finally she had the right key, and it slid in all the way. The lock turned, the door opened, closed again behind her, and she leaned against it, taking five seconds to catch her breath. Alone at last.
After six hours of perpetual desperation and arousal, she finally couldn't take it anymore. She had to touch herself now!
She stumbled into the bathroom, with barely enough presence of mind to switch on the light. She winced when the toilet came into her field of view, white and inviting, but she didn't have time to stop and ponder urination. The door slammed shut. In this windowless cell, no one could hear her scream. And scream she would. She collapsed onto the floor.
Her nervous hands found the belt, and for the second time in thirty minutes, she had to pull on it with everything left in her arms. It tightened, only for a tenth of a second, then it yanked itself loose, as if under spring tension. In a manner of speaking, it was; all the force had to go somewhere. Her bladder distended to basketball size. She sighted. The sudden lack of compression made her desperation marginally easier to take. The button came off on it's own, the waist of the jeans wasn't cut for pregnant women or holding prodigies. The zipper didn't put up a fight, either. Compared to all the struggle with stupid belt, the jeans were easy to slide over her butt and bring down to the mid of her thighs. The seam peeled out from the wetness between her lips. She imagined to hear a faint pop, like that of a suction cup pulled off a surface. Fresh cool air hit her overheated genitals.
Ashley primed herself by slapping between her legs with her right, hard. She yelped, the pain was exquisite, never had a human being been so aroused.
Her hands developed a live of their own, caressing her bulge. A delicious feeling of fullness and barely constrained sexual energy. Nothing else seemed to exist in the world. Her left pushed down on her bladder, her sphincter clenched in white hot pain. It hurt, but it hurt so good! She left the hand exactly where it was, exerting subtle but continuous pressure. Her free right reached for her happy place. Her vulva was radiating heat. She gently separated her labia with two fingers, pushed the hood out of the way with her thumb. She was so open, so vulnerable. The bulb her clitoris was fully exposed. Swollen, wet and glistening, but also red and irritated, like she had expected. Now it was in for a treat. Ashley went at it with full force. She didn't go easy on her clit. That stupid thing had been driving her crazy for the last six hours, it was just begging for punishment. She started with the thumb, and that was good. Then she rubbed it with her entire hand, which was amazing. Then she put more and more strength into it, first using the whole arm, then the muscles in her shoulder as well. Her brain was swimming in hormones. Soft moans turned into deep grunts. Her higher cognitive functions were gone. No longer a sophisticated young woman with the brilliant mind of a scientist. Her mental state was akin that of a farm animal, getting fucked silly for breeding in a pen. No reason, mere instincts.
She came without warning. The first climax of the day hit her with the brutal efficiency of a sledgehammer. It was sudden, harsh, and over quickly. The sensation shot through her in one powerful jolt, stripped her of all control over her muscles, and just like that, her floodgates gave way.
It started with one small spurt. Then a pause. Then all hell broke loose. From one millisecond to the next, there was a fountain. Liters of foaming piss gushed out of her. The pressure was so massive, the stream wasn't even stopped completely by the densely woven fabric in front of her crotch. It bridged the few centimeters of a gap, hit the denim, loosing only a fraction of its volume in drops that fell down onto her thighs and tickled her were she had been rubbing seconds earlier, and passed cleanly through her pants, rising a good distance, before it splattered on the shower curtain. She was piss.ing right through her jeans, which were only soaking slowly. The warmth and wetness spread from her groin, to her butt, slowly running down her legs. She shivered and moaned. Finally letting go was intense. It felt better than any pee she had ever had before. For a few seconds, she wasn't sure if she had simply come again, but no, it was a different, if equally epic, type of relief. A massive lake started to form, while she was still going. She didn't know how long she peed, but it seemed like eons, and it was amazing. The stream subsided gradually, until she was no longer shooting right through her pants, her urine now running down her body, following gravity and seeping out at the bottom. She cut it off with the last bit of willpower she had. Maybe she wasn't quite done with it yet, but it was time to move on.
She didn't stop to admire the impressive amount of pee that had been stored inside of her. She pressed her index finger against her vaginal opening. Then the middle finger. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pushed them into her love canal. Oh, she was tight! No wonder men thought so highly of her body. The amount of stimulation she could provide had to be mind-blowing. She faintly remembered that women were actually supposed to get looser the more excited they got. Apparently that wasn't the case now. She had to put effort into working her fingers in and out of herself. One hand fucking herself hard, the other playing with her knob. No, not playing, fighting. Beating it up. Trying to catch it on fire. She again put the strength of a whole arm into it. 'Oh sweet dancing Jesus on a...'
Now she did scream, at the top of her lungs, without catching a breath. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't even notice. This orgasm wasn't hard and quick, like the one before. It rippled through her in waves, came in circles, in ups and downs, like a ride on a roller coaster. Her cervix puckered. All her nerves seemed to fire at once. Tiny residual spurts of pee squirted out of her with every contraction of her muscles. Her hips bucked, her butt was lifted off the ground, dropped back into the puddle, urine splashed everywhere, the soaked denim made squishing noises as her entire body convulsed. Her vagina clenched down so hard on her fingers, for just a moment she feared to have broken something. Not even for a split second did she think to stop. 'Ecstasy' didn't even come close to describe what she was feeling. She knew for certain that this amount of pleasure would kill her, would tear her apart. But she wanted more, more, it was never enough.
But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't carry on like that right away. The last climax had completely knocked the wind out of her. She was gasping for air, her heart was racing, even her diaphragm ached. This was the most intense workout she had ever done, no amount of cardio had prepared her for it. She laid back, just for a minute, giving her cells a chance to replenish their oxygen supply. Her lungs pumped, her heart pounded. She pulled the fingers out of herself, lazily raised them to her mouth and tasted her own juices. A delicious mixture of salts and pheromones. Then she reached down into the wet mess, pulled, pushed and wiggled. With considerable difficulty, she managed to get the tight, sticky jeans all the way down to her knees. She wanted free access to larger parts of her body.
The fire in her loins had barely died down, only her mind was a little clearer now. Round three, fight! This time she took three fingers. Index, middle, and ring. She didn't push them in gently, the roughly shoved them up the tube. She doubted any girl had ever been as well-lubricated as she was right now, but it was still a very tight fit. She whimpered in pain as the tissue stretched, but didn't show herself any mercy. She didn't deserve mercy. Her thumb did what it did best, going to town on her clit, occasionally, painfully, reaching out to the side, pinching her labia. Within seconds, her arousal shot through the roof again.
She realized something. Maybe she was enjoying herself a little too much. For the first time in her life, she didn't masturbate to the mental image of another person. She diddled herself to the feeling of her own body. Her free hand ran up and down the length of her slender frame. Down her smooth thighs to her knees, up again, beautiful legs, all slim and shapely, her hips, the crest of her pelvis, pinching her buttocks, further up, narrow waist, toned stomach, higher, cupping her breasts under the cotton of her shirt, playing with her nipples. Everything was firm and taut, the only soft places she could find were the gentle mounds on her chest. Her body was the perfect sex toy, carefully conditioned and exercised to provide nothing but pleasure. A source of pure joy for herself. Oh, sure, others liked it, too. Men whistled and lusted after her, women wanted her, but that was all secondary use. There was no need to share with anyone. This perfect little love doll existed just to please herself. A self-suficient perpetual sex machine. There was no one else involved in this solo session, not even in her head. She turned herself on beyond belief. This was egocentric, egotistical, extremely self-indulgent. Not the mark of a great character. And the thought of this got her even hotter. 'Ashley Robin Calder! You are a terrible person. A really bad, bad girl. You little, kinky...'
Just then, with her thumb still working her clitoris, the tip of her middle finger gently brushed against her G-spot. The world ended in a nuclear explosion.
She woke up because she was getting cold. The liquid she was lying in had gone down to room temperature, the cool tiles in her back acted as an efficient heat sink, sucking the warmth out of her.
But the cold wasn't the strongest sensation. It was the smell. It smelled quite nice, actually. Not the sour odor of stale piss. No, it was the sweet, musky aroma of bed sheets after a night of girl-on-girl fun. The lovely combination of vaginal fluids, fresh sweat, and fleeting passion.
She could not have been out of it for too long. Her private parts were still hot, swollen and tender. Then again, maybe that wasn't too good of an indicator. She would probably be raw for days. Maybe she would wear a nice summer dress, and a comfortable, soft pair of cotton panties.
She needed to do so many things. Mob away the puddle, scrub the entire bathroom to get rid of all the tiny droplets of pee she had flung around. Wash her jeans, clean herself up. No pair of trousers had ever needed the washing machine so badly, no body had ever been in such dire need of a shower. She needed to prepare herself a decent meal, she was starving. And sleep. She needed to go to bed now. Yes, sleep, most important point on the list. Everything else could be taken care of tomorrow.
She had trouble standing up. Her feet were bound together by the jeans, her hands slipped on the wet floor. She kicked off everything in a series of uncoordinated moves, jeans, shoes, socks, somehow she worked herself out of it, until she was left in nothing but the shirt. Urine was forming tiny beads on her shins. She almost got up, slipped again, nearly hit her head on the sink, and finally made it onto her feet on the third try. Her feet splashed around in a pond of pee as she shambled to the door. She managed to turn off the light, close the bathroom behind her, and made it almost to the edge of the thick rug they had put down on the hardwood floor.
Then there was no strength left in her legs. She stumbled, fell to her knees, and crawled the last meter to her bed. Pulling herself onto the mattress and getting under the blanket proved to be hard labor. She gave a passing thought to the fact that now she would have to wash the sheets, too.
It was barely even 8 AM, still light out, but what did it matter? Her bed had never felt so soft, warm, and comfortable, and she had never been as tired as she was now. All her muscles ached, but they were also all completely relaxed. She was thoroughly exhausted and utterly satisfied. Her mind started to drift off.
The last conscious thought that ran through Ashley's head was how lucky she was. All by herself, she had just lived through the most amazing sexual experience of her young life. And all it would take to repeat it, was a week of abstinence, a full bladder, and the rough seam of her favorite pair of jeans.
Edited March 20, 2017 by randomkath
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This is just a little intermission to set the stage for the next chapter.
Nothing that happens here is actually explicit, but please note that Ashley still has a very dirty mind, so it's not exactly SFW.
Intermission: The Road Run
Ashley was having a really great day.
The sun was out, but it wasn’t too hot. A nice breeze came in from the east, she had just tied the laces on her favorite running shoes, and her bladder was throbbing with more than a day’s worth of pi.ss. She was just about to take all that liquid on a 20 k road run. Lovely.
Even better, while she was the only one from the track & field team to participate in this event, no one was ever expected to start in any competition without another athlete for assistance and moral support. Mostly to hold on to their stuff, cheer, and drive them to the site and back home again, if needed. And who had Coach Baye selected for this job?
Jasmine, of all people. Granted, it was not like there had been much of a choice. Most girls had gone home, the number of people staying on campus over the summer break was fairly limited. But still, out of the three or four people he could have send, he had picked Jasmine. Or maybe she had volunteered, who knew? And that was amazing. Jasmine was the team’s star long jumper, and best sprinter to boot. She was also smoking hot. At least to Ashley, who had been lusting after the lanky brunette for weeks. They had been on the team together the whole semester, but it had not been until the last training session when Jasmine had caught Ashley’s eye. Working out in just a pair of leggings and a sports bra had done it. Her pretty face, slender body, ample bosom… oh my. Up to that point, Ashley had not even known her name. After that, she had made sure to find out, with the intention of maybe approaching her someday. There was more to her than just physical attractiveness, though. Ashley was sure Jasmine, at least sometimes, did the very same thing she was about to do herself. She had caught her absolutely desperate to pee, to the point where she had actively pushed Ashley out of the way to get to the toilet in time. Her relief had been so intense and with so much pressure behind it, it had been audible through the closed bathroom door. There was no way she had brewed up such a gusher in just two hours of working out. She must have started out already bursting at the seams. Ashley would have to find a way to address this whole thing with her, preferably without being a total creep about it.
For now, they were sitting in the locker room, and had just finished preparing for the run. Ashley had changed and applied tape where tape needed to go, and lotion where lotion needed to go. She made a poor joke about putting the lotion on her skin or getting the hose again, and Jasmine chuckled.
Ashley smoothed down her bib number and closed the zipper of her synthetic shirt.
“Isn’t that a cycling jersey?” Jasmine seemed to be quite well-versed in activewear.
Ashley nodded. “Yeah. Just about the best moisture-wicking top I’ve ever had. Just need to remember to tape your nipples, or you’re going to bleed. The chafing is incredible.”
“Or you could wear a bra. Crazy thought, I know.”
Ashley pointed at her barely-there breasts. “To support what exactly?”
Jasmine gaze followed Ashley’s finger. She stared at her chest for a second, coughed, and turned away. Had she just blushed slightly, or was Ashley imagining things? That was an interesting prospect…
Ashley tried a few flirty looks as they talked. Jasmine locked eyes with her a few times, but always quickly looked away. Ashley couldn’t tell if that was just how she carried herself normally, or if she felt uncomfortable with the situation. Well being taken slightly out of one’s comfort zone wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, now was it?
Jasmine was drawing again. She barely went anywhere without a pencil and sketchbook. Ashley tried to peek at the pad, and Jasmine closed it quickly. She looked a little guilty.
“What are you...” Ashley didn’t get to finish her question.
“All runners to the starting area, ten minutes. All runners to the starting area please, ten minutes to go.”
The starting area was at the north end of the running track that surrounded the football field. The course would take them around the track, out of the stadium, across town, along the river, and back here. She could see the finish line from where she was standing. There were quite a few spectators assembled on the infield, even through the ranks were mostly empty.
This was in fact Ashley’s second road run within a few weeks. She had done a 15 k with a mildly full bladder recently, and that had cemented her pre-existing idea of doing another one while completely bursting. So here she was, downright penned in with a couple hundred other people, while an official who looked like he had never held a gun in his life was incompetently fiddling with the starting pistol. This Alabama gal would have been able to give him a few pointers in that regard...
“BAM!”
The entire lineup started to move at the same time. The result was chaos. The organizers had neglected to corral the participants correctly. People flew past Ashley left and right, and mixed into a giant mess of intertwined limbs. There was bumping and shoving, and a lot of toes were stepped on, as the more ambitious runners all tried to leave the starting area first. Amateurs. Ashley wasn’t faced by this at all, and managed to stay out of the brunt of it. She started at a very moderate pace. Most of the field passed her within the first few minutes, before she had even left the stadium. It didn’t bother her in the least. ‘Slow and steady wins the race’ wasn’t just a phrase, it was genuinely how it worked. When she rounded the corner of the athletes entrance (well, in this case, it was really an athletes exit, now was it?) and crossed the parking lot, she found herself in the rear group, surrounded by mostly older people. She attached herself to a balding man in a USMC t-shirt and matched his speed. He was slow, but also seemed to be rather experienced, and his calm, shallow breathing indicated he could probably keep his pace for days at a time.
The course left the grounds of the stadium and followed the road into town, parallel to the highway on-ramp. Just a mile or so, and they were on main street. There wasn’t much to look at. A drug store, a super market, a selection of fast food restaurants, car rental, a few smaller shops. The biggest attraction here had always been the stadium that served four entire counties and was used to host everything from college football to cheese fairs. If you had seen one medium-sized New England town, you had seen them all. Some exceptions applied, but this was not one of them. The 19th century town hall might have been pretty, interesting even, but they went past it too fast to get a good look. She made sure to pick up a cup from the first water station the organizers had so thoughtfully set up at kilometer three. She wasn’t thirsty at all, and her sphincter was already stinging in the rhythm of her steps, so of course she drank it all.
Then it was off of main street, into a residential area. What applies to towns as a whole, is doubly true for neighborhoods. Boring. Ashley kept herself busy, first by studying the supposed Marine’s tattooed arms, trying to figure out whether he had actually been in in the Corps (probably), then by doing math. She sometimes did that to pass the time, even though she was fully aware that math was as far away from fun for most people as… well, as a full bladder was.
Recreational arithmetic, Ashley Edition, go:
This was a 20 km road run. Standard distance. How much was that in miles? Well, a marathon was 42 km, or 26 miles, and this was slightly less than half that, so it had to be about 13 miles. But that was too easy. How long was it, exactly? Ashley realized that her full understanding of miles-to-kilometers was ‘a bit more than one and a half’, so that was of no help. She had to do it the long way. She new an inch was 2.54 cm. There were 12 inches in a feet, 3 feet in a yard (a yard was about a meter, but again ‘about’ and ‘circa’ was too easy, she wanted more significant figures), and 1760 yards in a mile. So there were…. .6 km in a mile? What? No, silly, the other way round, that’s the denominator, you idiot, do the last part over...
Twelve miles… and…. 2300 feet. Give or take.
Okay. New calculation. She had last visited the powder room at 8 AM on Friday. The start had been on 10 AM on Saturday. The current world record for 20 km was a bit less than an hour. No, wait, that was for men. Women, slightly more than an hour. One cup was about a quarter liter. So, provided she finished in her usual time, and didn’t leave out a single water station, how desperate would she be when she crossed the finish line, say on a scale from 1 to 10? She did a quick estimate, and it came out to 5722 and change. Sounded about right.
Ashley’s body worked on auto pilot now. One foot in front of the other, one breath after the other, step and step, in and out, and one wave of stinging pressure after the next. She wasn’t exactly wearing herself out, but the repetitive motion and insistent throbbing in her lower body was lulling, almost narcotic. Something else mixed into it. Mild arousal, the type you feel when you can’t quite decide whether you’re too tired to rub one out before going to sleep. Or maybe it was more like the little bit of horniness when spooning last night’s pickup in the morning, while both of you are barely awake. Her mind slowly slipped into a meditative state.
She didn’t snap out of it, so much as she slowly became aware of her surrounding and her own body again. She had barely noticed there had been spectators, chanting, cheering. And another water station, another cup, and that they went up a slight incline for a while. Then downhill, and they were already following the river. They had to be well past half of the track, probably two thirds of the way. The environment was beautiful, they were on the old cycle path through lush green, but Ashley had no head for that. The gurgling water to the left drove her bonkers. She could barely contain herself, got mad, leaned into it, sped up. She was surrounded by different people than before. The only guy she recognized was the potential leatherneck. So he had turned out to be a good pacemaker after all. They must have lost the rear group quite a while ago, while she had been in her hypnotic state. She sped up even more. She always went faster on the second half of a run, she was the queen of negative split. Her bladder was the only part of her body that gave her trouble. Her muscles worked smoothly, her feet felt light, her lungs pumped deeper, but still not too quickly. Nothing compared to the wheezing fools and pained faces around her. ‘Oh yeah, I’m all aerobic, unlike your sorry acidic asses. Marvel at my glycogen depots, bitches!’
Faster and slightly faster still. Faster breathing, more oxygen. She finally overtook the old Marine. He nodded at her with an expression of respect, as she went by. She started to sweat and had to open her top slightly, for better ventilation.
Before she knew it they went up the embankment and away from the river, and onto the final stretch. There were people, and voices and waving.
Her bladder was far past throbbing now, she was in serious pain. God, she had to pi.ss! She could feel a few drops weaseling their way out. She squeezed her quivering sphincter shut with iron discipline. She was okay with moisture down there. In fact, she was quite wet, because the situation turned her on beyond belief. But her urethra was simply off-limits for pee. Liquid had to stay put in the bladder, were it belonged. Not having full control over her body was shameful, she was not having it! She swore under her breath, unclenched her fists, and kept running.
She didn’t notice they had already entered the stadium before she head Jasmine’s voice, shouting, cheering The spotted spotted the laughing face in the crowd. All she could see in front of her now was a single guy in a red T-shirt. With all the power of her strong legs, she shot forwards, gave it all she had and… “BEEEEP!”
The man in front of her slowed down to a slow jog, then a walk. They were well past the finish line. It took Ashley a moment to realize she had come in second, which probably meant she was the fastest woman. She walked a few meters, than found Jasmine again, stumbled towards her, and put an arm around her shoulders to steady herself. Her legs were wobbly, her entire body weak. She was at the very end of her tether.
Jasmine was downright ecstatic: “Wow, that was great! The best finish I’ve ever seen, and...”
“NUMBER 219. TIME: ONE HOUR AND...”
The exact number of minutes didn’t even register in Ashley’s mind until quite a bit later. She had much more pressing matters to attend to.
“Jasmine, I...”
“Amazing time, just...”
“JASMINE!”
“What?”
“Locker room. Now.”
“Why the haste?”
“Toilet! Move!”
Ashley halfway walked, halfway was dragged by Jasmine. They stumbled down the five stairs to the lockers, threw open the door and…
Ashley wound herself out of Jasmine’s grip, fell more than ran towards the bathroom, slammed the door shut behind her and… didn’t get off her running tights in time. One forceful spurt. Another one, even harder. If the lid had been down, it would have ended in a puddle right there. She ripped off her pants and dropped onto the seat. She was pi.ssing at full force before her butt even touched the plastic. The noise of her urine hitting the water was ear-shattering in the quiet of the bathroom. She moaned in relief, relaxed completely, and the feeling was almost orgasmic. It could have been orgasmic for good. Her clit was a throbbing sensitive spot that wanted to be touched. She resisted the urge and instead leaned back to enjoy her first pee in almost 30 hours. She peed for what must have been several minutes before she was finally empty. Then she remained seated on the toilet for a while, panting. She was completely spent. Only when she heard Jasmine, clearing her throat, on the other side of the door, did she finally get up.
Just the same situation as last month, only the other way round. Well, how was that for a bit of role reversal? Ashley determined the sweat-wicking fabric of her tights would keep anyone from knowing she had lost a few spurts, pulled up her pants, and opened the door. Jasmine looked at her inquisitively while Ashley washed her hands.
“How on earth did you have to pee that much after an hour? Just how much did you drink.”
“It wasn’t just an hour. I went into the run after not peeing for a full day.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Why do YOU do that?”
“What?”
“Listen Jasmine, don’t try to deny it, I heard you go after practice last month. You do the same thing.”
Jasmine was deeply red within a second. “Um… yeah. Okay. Yes. It helps me… focus.”
Ashley put on an indulgent smile. That smile you display when you want to indicate that you don’t believe a word of what you’ve just heard, but want to go along with it.
“Sure, a full bladder helps to focus. That’s why I do it as well.”
Jasmine turned around and left, muttering something about ‘checking on the judges and award ceremony.’ It was an obvious excuse, but Ashley didn’t push it.
She lay down on the bench between the rows of lockers. No, she downright collapsed onto it, in complete exhaustion. While her tired muscles – legs and sphincter – twitched, she pondered what the day’s events would mean for her. First of all, she finished a 20 k in what she now realized was a personal best, with a full day’s worth of pi.ss in her. That was amazing. Could she do the full thirty hours of holding and then enter a race? And this had been roughly a half-marathon distance, so what about a marathon? The possibilities made her shudder. But that was only the second most important development to come out of today. What about Jasmine, was she interested or not? Did the talk about holding embarrass her too much? Was she even into women in the first place? Questions, so many questions. And so many sore muscles.
Ashley must have dozed off, because she was suddenly startled when the door squeaked open. Jasmine poked in her head.
“Hey, where are you? They’ve just announced the winners. You are needed out here, they are going to give you a medal!”
“A medal. Nice.”
Yep, a really great day.
Edited October 24, 2018 by randomkath
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I don't know why this didn't even occur to me. ?
Ask and ye shall receive:
Teammates
"I'm coming over!”
“Don't bother, I'm fine, really.”
“You sure, Cindy? You sound a little groggy.”
“It’s just the painkillers. They have me on some pretty good shit. I need you to pack your stuff.”
“What for?”
“You are going to the track meet in my place. Already cleared by Coach Baye. Hurry up, bus leaves in half an hour.”
Ashley snorted.“And what exactly would I do at a track & field camp, while everyone is training? You know I'm a long distance runner, and little else, right? I can work out pretty much anywhere I like, and there isn't exactly much teamwork involved in my sport, either. That's why I didn't want to go in the first place.”
“Do you have classes this week already?” “Uh… no. Not until the twelfth.” “Then you can either get bored on campus on your own, or get to enjoy a lakeside resort with breakfast buffet. They are pairing us off, two girls to a room. Everything is already paid for, and without me it’s an uneven number.” She was right, of course. Just for the wrong reasons. It wasn’t because Ashley would get bored on her own. She had access to a library, and an internet connection, so she would always find plenty to do by herself. That was something a hyperactive little extrovert like Cynthia would never understand. No, it was because the was all out of suitable opportunities for booty calls. At least she would have something to look at at a track meet full of sporty girls. She still wasn’t sure if she could just leave her friend like that.
“Are you certain you don’t want me to come visit you? Need a change of clothes, or...”
“For crying out loud, I just fell off a frigging bicycle! It’s not the first bone I’ve broken. They are going to put a titanium plate in my arm, and send me home. Get your ass to the bus already! I need to hang up, they are not too happy about me using my phone all the time.”
Ashley arrived a little late. The bus was already standing in front of the social science building, and a swarm of girls –what was the correct term for a group of unruly college athletes, a ‘run’?– was milling around in the morning sun, laughing, shouting, stuffing their luggage into compartments. A damn kindergarten. Two trainers were standing around, looking annoyed; the head coach was nowhere to be seen. Ashley made sure the two had seen her, nodded in their general direction, and boarded the bus.
Most of the seats in the front were already filled with team members, or reserved with various bags and other personal items. Ashley squeezed her way past the a jerks blocking the middle of the aisle, did her best Dustin Hoffman impression – “I’m walking here! I’m walking here!” – earned a few laughs that way, hit her knee on some girl’s suitcase that was way too large for a three-day trip, cursed, and dropped onto the first free seat she came across. Jasmine quickly pulled her legs out of the way.
“Oh, sorry.” Ashley smiled at Jasmine. It just so happened that they had ended up next to each other. Totally coincidental, unless you wanted to suspect Ashley of scouting ahead, peeking in through the window, and deliberately picking that seat.
Jasmine looked up, starred at her in shock for a second, then closed the sketchbook she had been drawing in. She did it so hastily, her pencil went flying, bounced off Ashley’s chest, and rolled under the two seats on the opposite side of the aisle. Ashley went after it, and wile rummaging thought what had to be months of dirt and gum wrappers, she made sure to bend only at the waist, presenting her jeans-clad ass to Jasmine. When she finally managed to retrieve the pen from the filthy floor and remove the dust bunnies from her arms, she noticed that Jasmine was staring at her, looking embarrassed, and maybe a tiny bit turned on. Nice.
“Here. Man, you slammed that shut like you’re trying to protect state secrets. Whats up with that?”
Jasmine turned an even darker shade of red. “That’s, um… private.”
That was strange, but Ashley decided not to pry. She changed the topic.
“So, I’m a last-minute attendee, it appears. Got any idea who you’ll be bunking with?”
“Cynthia. You’re friends with her, right? Where is she, anyway?”
Ashley closed her eyes for a second. ‘Dear God: I’m very sorry for doubting your existence. You’re my favorite fictional character. Thank you for this. Thank you very much!’
“I’m afraid Cynthia won’t come. She fell off her bike and broke an arm.”
“Oh. Is she alright?”
“Yes. Besides being stoned out of her mind from the drugs they gave her.”
“Lucky her.”
“Yeah, I guess. So, that makes us roommates, right? Do you snore?”
“Um… er.. no, no I don’t snore.”
Ashley lightly touched Jasmine’s arm. Goosebumps started to spread. Jasmine was blushing, again. Ashley really liked that shade on her. This whole thing had potential.“I am very glad to share a room with you, Jasmine.” That was as far as she was going to go in public, surrounded by a bunch of nosy, gossipy college girls. She leaned back in her seat and pretended to be occupied with her phone, to give Jasmine some time to get over her embarrassment.
The bus pulled into the parking lot in front of the hotel. The fact that it was a lakeside sport hotel with a big gym and athletics field couldn’t hide the fact that this was not a real training camp. The yearly fall trip was mainly for motivation. It was an open secret that those three days were more for socializing, and skimming off a bit of funding from the Track & Field Association, than anything else.
Ashley and Jasmine, not wanting to squeeze themselves through a solid mass of people, waited a few minutes, until the bulk of the girls was out of the bus and on the way to their rooms before they went to retrieve their bags. They didn’t get far before they were stopped by a scrawny man with a neatly styled mustache.
“Hi. I think we’ve missed each other. You weren’t there when I introduced myself earlier. I’m Humphrey, the new guy in Coach Baye’s team. And also the one coach who gets to do all the paperwork, unfortunately.”
“Because the others can't spell? Nice to meet you.” Humphrey snickered at Ashley's flat joke, then produced a clipboard.
“Ladies, we've got an issue. This is a sponsored event, and the college won't see a single cent for your, unless you're on the roster with your proper legal names. Who of you is Ashley?” “That would be me.”
“You were the straggler. No, more like 'write in'. We cannot find you on the student register. This says 'Ashley R. Carver'. There is no one named 'Carver' in the entire school.” Ashley looked down at the list. Cynthia's name had been crossed out, her own added at the bottom, in what was unmistakably Baye's scrawly handwriting. That man wrote like a ten-year-old.
“Yeah... that's supposed to be 'Calder'. That’s just horrible cursive.”
“'Calder' was what we figured as well. There aren't to many Ashleys in second year. Do you have any ID, to make this official?” “Just a sec.” Ashley dug through her hastily packed gym back, taking a few seconds to locate her wallet and hand over her driving license.
The man nodded. “Okay.” He turned to Jasmine. “Miss Collins, 'Jasmine' is not really your first name, is it?”
“Officially it's my middle name.” She held up her student ID card.
The coach nodded, and scribbled something into the list. “Okay, that'll do.” He glanced at his watch. “Oh, sorry. Looks like I’ve kept you girls occupied for too long. We’ll start with a jog around the lake, please put on your running shoes and be in the lobby in five.” He pocketed the pen, tucked the clipboard back under his arm, nodded, and walked away.
Ashley had been peeking at the list.“Who names their daughter 'Reagan Jasmine', anyway? Staunch Republicans?”
Jasmine shook her head. “Nah. It's Irish, actually. There's a Regan in King Lear. One of the daughters.”
“Sorry, that wasn't meant to be a quip. I like it. Gender-neutral, isn't it? Those names always sound best on strong girls.”
“What, like 'Ashley'?”
Ashley laughed. “Yes, for example.”
Jasmine shrugged. “I'm not really a fan of 'Reagan', or I wouldn't go by my middle name.” She looked around.
“I guess everybody else has already settled in. Let's go find out which room they left us.”
Ashley realized this silly episode about their name had been a bit of a bonding experience. Good. One step towards getting into the brunette's pants.
They didn’t have time to get settled in properly, but just from a quick glance, the room seemed rather nice. Small, but tastefully decorated, with clean bathroom to the right, and lots of closet space and storage cupboards all around. And most importantly, a single king-size bed, which suited Ashley’s needs just fine. Jasmine was already in running tights and only had to change her shoes. Ashley made a deliberate show of first pulling off her jeans, and then starting to dig into her bag while wiggling her butt around in just her panties (it was rare enough for her to wear panties in the first place). It took her a good minute to get into proper workout gear, and she caught Jasmine peeking at her while looking slightly embarrassed more than once. Now, there was nothing to stripping down to your underwear in front of teammates, they did in in the locker rooms all the time. Jasmine’s unusual reaction told her, again, that she might have a chance with her.
Despite being the last girls to get to their room, they were among the first to arrive fully suited up in the lobby. They waited besides the rather annoyed-looking trainers, for the rest of the team to arrive. When they were finally complete, Humphrey ranted on punctuality, tardiness, and proper discipline in sports for a few minutes. Then they assembled in a more-or-less orderly fashion to jog over to the training area.
It became apparent that Ashley was the only one there without a dedicated personal training plan. All this effort did seem ridiculous for not even two full days, but again, the funding depended on exact documentation. Since it would probably not be too good for motivation of the team as a whole to see her goofing off, Ashley decided it would just be cardio for her.
Not before she had a little fun, though. The training area was very well equipped for a hotel, and Ashley had a go at pretty much everything. It didn’t go too well. She missed the perfect take-off point at the high jump, and took down the bar with her ass, somehow nearly skewering herself. Her sprint results were a disaster. And long jump… oh boy. She faceplanted in the jump pit and had to spit out a mouth full of dirty sand, conclusively proving the was really just a runner, and little else. After the laughter around her had died down, she was politely asked to stop messing around and distract serious athletes from their work. She ran laps for the rest of the day. She didn’t mind.
It was the same Italian restaurant they always dined at on the first day (or so Ashley was told, as this was her first time on this trip). Not really posh, but quite a bit more fancy than any place that is usually frequented by broke college students. A bit of a treat for the very successfully team. Usually the only treat they got all year, besides the trip itself, of course. Track & Field was not exactly the most prestigious sport to begin with, so the budget wasn’t terribly large.
The girls had assembled around the largest table this establishment had to offer. Giant plates of steaming pasta were passed around, the antipasti were phenomenal, and everything smelled of spices. The girls at south end of the table, where Ashley and Jasmine were sitting, were trying not to draw too much attention to that fact that they had managed to procure a few bottles of wine. Ashley was pretty sure that out of the university staff only Humphrey had noticed, and he didn’t say anything. Ashley wasn’t quite sure why the waiter kept bringing her more. Either he didn’t notice she was three years younger than the girls surrounding her, or maybe a true Italian just couldn’t be forced at gunpoint NOT to serve wine with dinner.
Truth be told, she didn’t actually like the wine that much. Not that it mattered. Jasmine liked it, and was well into her third glass already. Ashley noticed she had put on light makeup. Just some mascara and colored moisturizer, but in contrast with the mostly barefaced athletes around her, it stood out quite a bit. ‘And she did that to impress who exactly? Me?’
The wine seemed to pass right through Ashley. It added to her 20 hour bladder, drop by drop, milliliter by milliliter. And that brought her mind back to a topic she had been trying to address with Jasmine since morning. She peeked around, but no one was paying any attention to them. The background noise was pretty intense. The women at the foot end of the table were discussing their student loans – a rather depressing topic. The girl who had sat next to Jasmine, had slipped away to go where neither Ashley nor Jasmine had been in a very long time.
She looked around again, but there was still nobody even glancing in their direction. She slid into the empty chair.
“Hey beautiful.”
Jasmine blushed. Well, it wasn’t that obvious, she was already red in the face from the alcohol, so maybe Ashley was imagining things.
She lowered her voice. “About out conversation at the road run last semester...”
“Um...”
Now Jasmine was definitely turning a darker shade of red. And she looked around in the same way Ashley had done just a few seconds ago, coming to the same conclusion. They had as much privacy as anyone was ever going to have in a crowded restaurant.
“What… what about it?” Sheepishly.
Ashley smiled. “You haven’t gone to the bathroom all day, have you?”
“No, I haven’t. It helps me focus.”
“Focus, yes. This is not the only thing that is going on here.
A deeper red was hard to imagine. “Wha… what do you mean?”
Now or never. Under the table, Ashley placed one hand on Jasmine’s rock-hard bladder. Jasmine flinched, drew in a sharp breath, but didn’t push her away.
“You hold because it feels good. Sexually, I mean. I know that, I do it too.”
Jasmine exhaled slowly. She seemed downright relieved to be rid of the secret. Even better, she was talking to someone who understood! Even the color of her face was approaching the normal ‘slightly tipsy’ tone again.
“Yes. It makes… um… the sex better. All kinds of sex, masturbation, too. A lot more intense.” Her voice was coy, but no longer flustered.
Enough nonverbal cues and subtle flirting. Ashley was about to state explicitly what she wanted.
“I’ve been hoping we could do something about our mutual attraction. Maybe explore this little fetish of ours together? I will...”
“Excuse me, you’re sitting on my chair.” “Oh, yes, sorry.”
Ashley got up to make room for the seat’s original occupant and sat down opposite Jasmine again. She looked into the brunettes face, quizzingly. Jasmine met her gaze, was able to stand it for about half a second, then looked away.
‘Goddammit! Did I come on too strong? Was that too much? No, I had to, we would have been dancing around each other for days if I hadn’t.’
Ashley was willing to accept a ‘No’, but the unresolved sexual tension was killing her!
[...] |
After the coaches left, the girls stayed at the restaurant for what must have been another hour. The bill would be picked up by the college, so while no one downright abused that privilege, quite a few more rounds of drinks – mostly soda, some beer, some wine – were ordered. Jasmine had two more glasses of wine, and was still avoiding eye contact. It was well past midnight when the first girls started to leave, pointing out they had a busy schedule tomorrow. Training would start at 7:30, this wasn’t a vacation after all.
Ashley got up a few minutes after the last group had left, placed a few bucks under her empty glass for a tip, waved the table goodbye, and headed out into the cool autumn night. To her surprise, Jasmine followed on her heels. They didn’t speak as they crossed the main street of the quiet little town and made their way up the hill to the hotel. A walk of fifteen minutes, and not a single word. Through the lobby, nodding at the evening clerk, into the elevator, third floor, down the hallway, still silence.
When they were finally in their room, Jasmine took off her shoes and started walking towards the bathroom. Then she suddenly stopped. She turned around and looked at Ashley. She hesitated. You could almost hear the gears grinding in her head. Then she arrived at a decision.
Without further ado, she pulled the shirt over her head and unhooked her bra to let her breasts fall free. She slid down pants and underwear in one fluent motion, dropped all the clothing onto the bed, and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Ashley was stunned. Two seconds of Jasmine stark naked in front of her had shaken her to the core. This woman was so gorgeous, she wanted to cry, and...
‘Damn it, you idiot! Don’t be standing around with your mouth open. That’s an invitation. Take it!’
Ashley undressed with trembling fingers, left her clothes next to Jasmine’s, and followed her into the bathroom.
Jasmine was sitting on the toilet, waiting for things to come. Ashley wasted no time and sat down on top of her. She felt their swollen bladders press into each other. Jasmine's giant balloon drove her crazy. She stopped for a second, studying the brunette's expression for any signs that she didn’t have her full consent for what was about to happen. She didn’t find anything. Jasmine was breathing heavily, pupils dilated, mouth slightly open, white teeth glittering in the neon light. She subconsciously licked her lips, waiting, eager. That was enough. Ashley went for it. The two girls melted into a deep kiss. Tender at first, then progressively more demanding, more aggressive, more tongue, more everything.
Unable to focus with Ashley’s tongue in her mouth, Jasmine lost control of her sphincter for a second. A short, hard spurt hit the water. Her body tensed, and she immediately pulled away from the kiss. “Oops. So sorry, I’m really full, I mean...” Ashley put a finger over her lips. “Shh, it’s okay. Here.” She let go completely. A massive hissing gusher, passing right between Jasmine’s thighs and into the bowl, hitting the water, loud and powerful. The pee of a strong woman, who had denied herself relief for longer then most people would find comfortable, or even physically possible. Jasmine watched her, in total shock, for about ten seconds, then she could finally relax enough to start the flow herself. If anything, it was even stronger, even more violent than Ashley’s. The two streams joined into the most powerful piss ever taken on a hotel toilet. The two girls peed and moaned and touched each other all over, their reserves of urine seemed to be endless. Neither of them knew how long it took exactly, but after a long time, their streams finally trickled off.
Jasmine giggled. “That was weird.” Ashley smiled. “A good kind of weird.”
Both of them moved in for a second kiss at the same time. This one was lustful and intense from the very beginning. After a few seconds, Ashley slowly retracted, again staring into Jasmine’s beautiful face. She got very serious. “You are drunk.”
“So are you.”
“Yes. But I’m sure I want this. Are you?”
“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”
“Ever been with a girl?”
“No, never.”
“Then how can you be so sure?”
“You are so hot, and I’m so curious.”
Ashley wasn’t normally easily flustered, but being called ‘hot’ by the girl she had lusted after for months, made her ears burn. So much for due diligence. If this wasn’t consensual, nothing was.
Without another word, she got up, pulled Jasmine of the seat by the hand, and proceeded to lead her to the bed, only for both of them to be startled when the toilet’s automatic flush went off. They shrieked, then laughed. Ashley got over her surprise a little quicker, and seized the opportunity to jam Jasmine against the wall and hungrily make out with her, before grabbing her by the hips and pushing her onto the bed. She followed after her, kneeling next to her on the mattress, looking down at the amazing sight.
Jasmine just stared up at her with wide eyes. Ashley tried to force herself not to be too hasty. She moved up and down the tall girls body, placing fleeting pecks here and there, exploring every square inch of skin. Runner’s feet, not soft, but well cared for. Wonderful long legs, smooth, muscular. Thighs to die for. Amazingly tight butt. Strong arms, but surprisingly narrow shoulders. She resisted the urge to try and be funny. ‘Girl, do you even lift?’ might have produced a chuckle – and killed all the magic.
Jasmine was a lean machine, all sinew and muscles in places where Ashley didn’t even have places. Ashley had only ever encountered this in men. All the girls she had slept with had either been skinny like herself, or nice and curvy like her roommate. Not that there was any danger anyone would ever confuse Jasmine with a man. Her face had soft, feminine features, and full, kissable lips. And then there was the Elephant in the room. Someone with that low a body fat percentage should not have such a big, round pair of natural breasts. They almost looked fake on her lanky frame, but when Ashley squeezed them with both hands, she could feel they were anything but. Firm, yes, but no silicone. The nipples where small, and dark, and hard as glass. When Ashley licked them, Jasmine shuddered, and when she gently scraped them with her fingernail, she moaned.
That did it. Enough prelude, time for the main act. Ashley grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Jasmine’s lower back. Now the angle was perfect. Then she moved downwards, leaving a train of kisses on her path through the deep valley on Jasmine's chest, down her toned stomach, until she arrived between her legs. What she was looking at was neat and taut, and almost symmetrical, but not quite. There was a tiny birthmark in the upper right, and her left outer labia sacked just so very slightly more than the other side. A light shadow of hair indicated that Jasmine had last shaved down there a few days ago. Small imperfections, very endearing. Ashley paid attention to details like these, because she loved pussy. She liked them all, and this one was especially pretty.
She separated the folds with two fingers, and goosebumps spread on Jasmine’s skin. She was so slick and wet and ready… Ashley pondered whether to push a finger or two into her, but decided against it. Going probing around for a girl’s G-spot was third date material at best. Definitely not something she did before her partner felt absolutely comfortable with her. Today she would focus elsewhere. She marveled at the swollen clitoris, poking out its head at the very top of this beautiful vulva.
Foreplay was officially over. She started gently, with just the tip of the right middle finger, barely brushing against Jasmine’s most sensitive spot. The tall girl was already panting and winding. Ashley picked up the pace, using more intense forms of stimulation. Circular movements with two fingers, rolling it under her thumb, flicking it hard enough for just a little bit of pain to mix into Jasmine’s pleasure. Ashley had a small rough spot on the inside of her right index finger. Just the tiniest induration on her otherwise soft hands, in the exact place where a pen rested when taking notes. Very much a college student’s callus. That hard spot felt amazing on her clit when masturbating. And now she roughly dragged it across Jasmine's throbbing knob. She had her very close to losing it within a minute, and carefully balanced her here, slowing down, drawing back, speeding up again. More pressure, less pressure, stop a second to move up her body, look her in the eye, to kiss her on the lips, start rubbing her again, driving her absolutely fucking mad. Using just the index finger and thumb of her right hand, she wound Jasmine up right to the edge of a climax that would completely obliterate her. And then she stopped again. Not for long, though.
The best was yet to come. Ashley's head wandered down. She felt the most adorable little amount of stubble against her chin. A wonderful aroma tickled her nostrils. It can be kind of mind-blowing what a tongue can do, and mind-blowing it was. At least for Jasmine who, within seconds, found herself completely incapable of rational thought. One sloppy diagonal lick was enough to draw something like “Hwgrmlhghn” from her mouth. Ashley felt Jasmine's hands dig into her hair, as if she wanted to drag her closer, push her in there and make her finally finish the job. She obliged. With her lips slightly puckered, she kissed in just the right spot, applied the slightest amount of suction – and Jasmine's engorged clit slipped into her mouth and hit her teeth. The kept pulling a bit of a vacuum, and flicked her tongue across it.
“Fuck. Fuuuck. FUCK!” Jasmine exploded into an uncoordinated bundle of passion and twitching muscles. Her hips bucked, mashing her wet sex against Ashley’s nose. She smell was elysian. Ashley was relentless. She wasn’t done with her toy yet, and she had no intention of letting her down from the highs of her first orgasm. A hard clit rolled under her tongue. Jasmine was screaming, panting, swearing, flailing, thrashing. Her back arched in ecstasy. She slipped away for just a second, gliding across the silky sheets towards the headboard, and that proofed painful for Ashley. A bony knee smashed into the side of her head, making her see stars for a moment. She took it in good stride. You couldn’t rob a girl of all control over her motor functions, and then complain when limbs ended somewhere they shouldn’t. She went after Jasmine, caught up with her, roughly shoved her face back into its proper place. She brought her A-game, didn’t let up, barely took time to breathe. Jasmines swearing got coarser still, then devolved into guttural grunts. She gushingly came into Ashley’s face, again and again, and was just about to pass out from sheer joy, when Ashley finally had enough. She retreated from between Jasmine’s thighs, crawled up her slender body, placed a soft kiss –and a wet mark– on her cheek, and finally lay down next to the sweaty hot mess, totally content with her own work.
Jasmine opened her mouth, tried to say something, aspirated her own saliva, coughed, swallowed, and continued wheezing. It took a good two minutes for her breathing to slow. Ashley figured that was the most winded the trained athlete had been in a while. She counted that as a win. When Jasmine had finally calmed down enough, she had another go at talking.
“Wow.” A single syllable, totally flat and without any expression other than total exhaustion.
“Yeah.”
The two girls lay next to each other for a few more minutes, neither of them moving a muscle.
Then Jasmine cleared her throat. “Ahem. So...you do this often? How much of the team have you actually slept with?” That was no accusation, she sounded genuinely interested.
“Hmm.” Ashley absent-mindedly trailed the lines of the other girl’s defined abs with her fingertips. She slowly came to the conclusion that she preferred her women a little softer to the touch. Which was not to say that this trained body wasn’t a nice change of pace.
“So?”
“Well yeah… I really get around. You could say I’m a bit of a slut. Haven’t screwed anybody else on the team, though.”
“Oh. I feel honored you picked me to try out first.” Again, genuine. No accusation, no sarcasm.
“That was an easy choice. You have the most amazing assets. And breastets.”
Jasmine looked down, where no doubt her boobs were blocking the clear view of her feet. “I know, right? Ever since I hit puberty, they just have been… there. I quite like them.”
“I’m more than just a bit jealous.”
“Hey, you are pretty damn gorgeous yourself, and that without all the back problems I am going to have before I even hit forty. You wanna play with them some more?”
“Oh hell yes! In fact, there is one thing I wanted to do to you for a year. Ever since I saw you running in just a bra.”
“And what would that be?”
As an answer, Ashley pushed herself onto her elbows, and rolled on top of Jasmine. She put her lips on the giant mountain in front of her and…
The noise of the motorboat mixed with Jasmine's laughter as Ashley went to town.
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Edited October 28, 2018 by randomkath
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It wasn’t the insistent beeping of the alarm on her watch that woke Ashley. It was the pins and needles. She didn’t remember falling asleep with her arm around her newest conquest, but she must have, because now it was all prickly and kind of numb. She pulled the useless limb out from under Jasmine's shoulder, got up, and started to shake and flex it until circulation returned.
“Hmmm, come back to bed.” Jasmine sounded groggy. More than that, spent. Exactly like Ashley felt herself. Their long tête-à-tête had been physically demanding, and only left them with about 3 hours of sleep.
“I would like to, but we are late already. Get up, sleepyhead.”
Jasmine groaned. “If you’re like that every morning, I’m never hooking up with you again.”
“Don’t pretend it’s not totally worth it. Get your ass in gear.”
“Ugh, fine.”
By the time Jasmine finally did get up, Ashley had already put on a top, a fresh pair of running tights, stuffed her hair through the opening of a snapback, and was just tying her laces. Jasmine started rummaging around; aimlessly, it appeared.
Ashley was a tiny bit annoyed. “Come on girl. You ass is spectacular, but put on some pants! We need to get going.”
“I can’t find my black leggings. Damn it, I only brought like two pairs of pants, how the hell do they disappear from a locked room?”
Ashley got an idea. Suddenly she was wide awake, and eager to play some more. She picked up her own worn clothing from where she had left it the night before. “Here, catch.”
Jasmine was a lot more of an all-around athlete than Ashley. Her reflexes were excellent, she caught both items from the air with one hand.
“Uh… no offense, but these are dirty.”
“Don’t be such a girl. I’m not a heavy sweater, and after everything I’ve done to you last night...”
“Okay, okay. But these are cut for a Barbie doll. They are not going to fit.”
“They are. They are just going to be very tight.”
Jasmine was starting to get it. “Oh. That’s the idea, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Jasmine pulled on the yoga pants first. It wasn’t impossible, just difficult. Up to her knees was fine, but her muscular thighs, albeit slender, were still a lot bigger than Ashley's. After a lot of tugging and adjusting, she arrived at her crotch, and then the real fight began. With swearing and muttered complaints about ‘size quadruple zero’ and Ashley’s ‘ridiculously skinny ass’, she finally managed to stuff her entire butt into the dangerously taut garment.
The top was even worse. Ashley was rather flat-chested, so her sports bra was no match for Jasmine’s ample bust. Once she had worked her way into the damn thing, the effect was akin to wearing a corset. Her breasts were squeezed, lifted, pushed up towards her collar bone, almost spilling out.
Ashley was drooling. “Best cleavage ever!”
Jasmine wasn’t convinced. “I think you will have to throw this thing away. I probably have overstretched it just by putting it on.”
“I don’t care, what is that, double D?”
“Barely even D.”
“Wow, just look at yourself!” Ashley dragged her in front of the bathroom mirror. The view was indeed breathtaking. Not only were her boobs about to explode all over the place, the lower waist and shorter inseam of the too-small pants had also let her to pull them up further than you normally would. Her hipbones were still on display, yet the seam was disappearing between her lips, and back and up between her cheeks. “Little Miss Cameltoe should have worn panties.”
“You didn’t give me time to… oof.”
Ashley interrupted Jasmine by shoving her against the sink and bending her over, so she could run her hands over the seam, following it into her ass. “And a nice wedgie, too.”
Jasmine moaned. Ashley trailed the line with her fingers, passing between the tall girl’s legs, to the front. Just as she suspected! If it wasn’t for the moisture-wicking fabric, Jasmine would have to deal with a major wet spot right now. Nice and horny, as she liked it. She pulled away her hands and took a step back. Jasmine slowly straightened up. She looked disappointed. “What, no more feeling me up?”
“Later. We really really need to get moving.”
“I can’t go out there like that. I look like a tramp.”
“Don’t be a prude. I thought you were from California.”
“Very funny, I...”
“You are going to come out with me and flaunt your ass around. If anybody asks, just tell them you forgot a change of clothing and borrowed from me.”
“You expect me to go out there wearing this, so you can ogle me all day?”
“Now you understand. Just imagine what it will do to me, and what I will do to you in turn, when we come back in tonight.”
Jasmine closed her eyes and breathed in sharply, then slowly exhaled. “Okay, deal. But if you’re not giving me the best O any woman ever had, I’m going to dunk you into the lake.”
“Haha, oh no! I’ll do my very best.”
The two girls only made it to the atrium. They could see the rest of the team was done with breakfast and had already assembled on the parking lot in front of the main entrance, but as they were about to join them, Humphrey marched up in front of them. He looked angry.“Good morning, ladies. Finally decided to grace us with your presence, I see.”
“Yes, sorry, we overslept a bit and...”
He interrupted: “I really hope that Italian red was worth it. You are in trouble.”
Jasmine was taken aback. “Excuse me?”
He frowned.“Don’t try to deny it! Your face gives it away.”
The truth was, the girls did look like a rough night. Their newfound sexual energy could only do so much to mask their sleep deprivation. The rings under their eyes betrayed them. Humphrey had spotted that detail, but attributed it to another cause.
“You two think underage drinking is no big deal, and showing up with a hangover is fun, huh?”
“You know, that is not really what happened...” Jasmine downright purred these words, while she wriggled her butt and played with her ponytail.
The trainer narrowed his eyes. “So, and what exactly did happen? You two love the wine a little too much, don't you? You know a restaurant owner can end up losing his liquor license over stupid stuff like this, endangering I-don't-know-how-many jobs? Not to mention your academic record...”
Ashley intervened. “Okay, see, we're sorry. We're in college, just trying to have fun. Please don't tell me you never snuck booze into a training camp, and stuff like that.”
She must have struck the right note, because Humphrey sighed. “Fine. Just don't get wasted again. Hungover athletes are useless. Go get yourself some water. I'm taking you off the training plan for today. Drink water, do some light cardio, sweat it out. But actually do that, if I catch you going back to bed, you’ll regret it. And if anybody asks, you got a severe dressing-down and a warning. If the others learn you got off easy, team discipline as a whole is going to suffer. So keep your mouth shut.”
Ashley nodded. “Thank you.”
“Don't mention it.” He muttered something along the lines of 'kids never change', as he walked away.
Jasmine was seriously taken aback. “Why didn't that work?”
Ashley didn’t think too highly of women who used their sex appeal for personal gain. Anything but getting laid, that was. Then again being overly judgmental wasn’t really her style either. She managed to keep the disapproval out of her voice.
“What, you trying to get out of trouble by flirting with him? Why should it work?”
“I'm wearing the most ludicrously tight outfit I have ever squeezed myself into. I did the puppy dog eyes, the hair twirl, the sexy voice... what the hell?” Incredulously.
“I take it, you have never been rejected before? You are not his type. Trust me.”
“Why? I like my body. Men like my body. You like my body. What's his problem?”
“You don't have a penis.”
“I... really?”
“My gaydar is the most precisely calibrated instrument in the universe. It has never failed me.”
“Huh.”
“I managed to land you, supposedly straight girl.”
“Point taken. Also, ‘sneaked’.”
“Huh?”
“’Snuck’ is not a word.”
“Ah, screw you.”
“I was hoping you would do that for me later.”
When they stepped out of the hotel, the entire group of girls had assembled into a double row, and were just taking off in a light jog. They pretty much paraded past their two unlucky teammates, who did their best to look glum, like if they had just been badly scolded.
“We are not alone”, Jasmine noted.
“What do you mean?”
“There are at least three other girls who also look kind of rough. And I bet they actually got wasted.”
“Are you so sure? Maybe I got up while you were asleep, and went on a grand tour of their rooms.”
Jasmine chuckled. “Showoff. No, seriously, why did he pick on us and not on them?”
“I guess they are over 21, and managed to show up on time. So what do you wanna do? A few rounds around the lake?”
“Why not, it’s a nice route. Let’s go.”
Ashley stopped Jasmine by holding her arm. “Wait. We need to pick up a few bottles of water first. You know, against dehydration. Because of our ‘hangover’.”
“Right. Hangover. Of course.”
Jasmine got her messenger bag from the room, filled it up with water bottles for the day, and off they went.
It was a beautiful fall morning, and the path around the lake was busy with bikes and people, quite a few runners among them. They had to pass the hotel’s sports area on every round, and every time Humphrey, who was sitting on the coaching bench, waved in their direction, indicating that he was indeed watching them. Other people were as well, of course. Jasmine turned quite a few heads. The rhythmic movement of their jog didn’t help. She was constantly exploding out of her top, regularly having to stuff her boobs back in. One time, an elderly man nearly feel off his mobility scooter when that happened, leaving both him and Jasmine immensely embarrassed, while Ashley watched the entire scene and got horny as hell. If it wasn’t for the strap of the bag passing over her cleavage, Jasmine would have exposed herself a dozen times already.
After their forth or sixth round, midday was approaching, and they went in for lunch. Which was also a good opportunity for getting rid of all the empty bottles they had collected over the last few hours, and picking up more water. They sat at the very end of the hotel restaurant, well away from the other girls, still playing the role of students who got into a bit of trouble and wanted to be left alone. They didn’t eat much, but they made good use of the soda fountain.
After lunch, it was out to the lake again. This time, they decided to mix it up a bit, left the shore path, and went down to the beach. Running on the sand was more difficult than it looked, and Jasmine started to breathe heavier. Ashley remembered not everyone had her stamina, and slowed down a little. She let Jasmine go in front of her, so she could set the pace. The very nice side effect was that Ashley could watch her swinging butt. Now, in the bright afternoon sun, white skin shimmered lightly through the overstretched fabric. Ashley grabbed the pants and pulled. She wanted to let it snap, but the material was already at its maximum. So she opted instead for smacking the brunette’s ass as hard as she could. All it did was hurt her hand. Off some backsides, you could bounce a quarter. Off hers, probably an anvil.
Jasmine responded by twirling around and giving Ashley a sudden shove. Ashley stumbled, fell backwards, and landed on her back. Sand splattered around.
“Uggh. Okay, I was just about to sit down anyway.”
“I bet!”
“No, really. I need to take a few minutes, to think about how nice it would be to visit here in the summer. We could go for a swim, I would drool while watching you prance around in the water in a skimpy bikini...”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I only own practical swimwear, nothing particularly sexy.”
“Any clothing is sexy with you in it.”
Jasmine extended a hand to Ashley. When she had pulled her halfway up, she let go, dropping Ashley on her ass again. “You’re a bit of a klutz, aren’t you?”
Ashley swore as she got up on her own, this time ignoring the hand. She brushed wet sand out of her hair with her fingers. “You are going to pay for that later!”
Jasmine’s face displayed the dirtiest grin Ashley had ever seen. “Oh yes, please!”
They didn’t think to visit the bathroom first, despite the copious amounts of water they both had consumed over the day. As soon as the door of their room closed behind them, they were all over each other. Jasmine seemed to want to devour Ashley’s tongue. They stumbled across the room, pulling off each other’s clothes, frantically, desperately making out. The poor pair of yoga pants finally gave up; the overstressed threads tore, and the garment split down the middle. Ashley didn't fret about the $20 Amazon special, she was way too busy trying to deal with Jasmine’s sexual attack. In spite of the strong hands pinching her buttocks and kneading her sex, she managed to maneuver Jasmine into the correct position. She shoved the tall girl backwards so her calves hit the edge of the bed, making her fall and crash onto the mattress.
Ashley looked down at her sexy coed for a few seconds. Both girls smiled. Then Ashley suddenly threw herself at Jasmine and savagely tore into her; a lioness devouring her prey. This time, both of them were tired, and sober. It didn’t hurt one bit. If anything, it was even more explosive than the night before. After just a few minutes, Jasmine started to moan ecstatically as her body tensed up.
Ashley let her off easy. Just one little orgasm before she let go off her victim and rested her head on the amazingly mountainous chest. That counted as cuddling in her book. She was almost ready to doze off, when Jasmine spoke up. She sounded a little worried.
“I don’t feel too good about this.”
“Huh? What, was I that bad?”
“The opposite. But I just lay there and took it. Again. I didn't do anything to return the favor.”
“This is not about keeping score.”
“No, but I want you to get off, too.”
“You're sweet, but I'm getting a lot out of this. I will diddle myself to the memory of your body trembling under my fingers for a decade.”
“First, I can't decide whether that's gross or hot...” “Why not both?” “... and second, I still feel like a leech.”
“You need to brush up on your lesbian lingo. Correct terminology for a woman who doesn't reciprocate is 'Pillow Princess'"
Jasmine snorted. “Hah, that's good. What else would you call me?”
“'Spaghetti', probably.”
“Huh?”
“You were perfectly straight, until I got you all hot and wet.”
“I appreciate the metaphor. Let me try something here.” Jasmine wrapped her arms around Ashley, hugged her tightly, then turned around, flipping both of them over. She ended up on top, with Ashley feeling her weight bearing down on her. She was a bit surprised, but she liked it. The other girl was taller, heavier, and stronger than she was. ‘If she wanted to, she could totally have her way with me. There is nothing I could do.’ The thought exited her more than she cared to admit. It was false, of course. Ashley knew how to fight dirty. But just for the moment, she indulged in the fantasy of being completely under another woman’s control. And the surge in pressure as her filling bladder was compressed between the two of them did the rest to get her horny.
“Are you going to...” “Shut up and let me do my thing.”
Jasmine released her bear hug, and slowly slid towards the end of the bed, until her head was at the same height as Ashley's crotch. Ashley prepared to be underwhelmed. She was dealing with an absolute beginner, after all. Newcomers were usually prone to try and tunnel their way to China, instead of focusing on the sweet spot. But she still opened her legs wide, thinking she was ready for anything. She wasn’t.
“Well, first things first, you don’t have to be overly gentle. And… hngrl ohmygod.”
Jasmine was a natural, and she wasted no time on foreplay. Without any nonsense, she went directly for the clit. There was up and down licking, circular motion, and more-or-less gentle suction. She was very enthusiastic, too, ate pussy like she was starving. Ashley closed her eyes, relaxed, and enjoyed. The gold standard she held every lover to, was her own right hand. And Jasmine measured up pretty damn well. It didn’t take long before Ashley came hard and good. A quality orgasm, no doubt.
When Ashley came back to her senses, the girl who had just given her immense pleasure was lying next to her, staring at the ceiling. They both were dead tired, should have fallen asleep right away, but Ashley’s mind was occupied with two thoughts. First, she had to piss like a racehorse. This, she knew how to ignore. Second, she was curious, and the drive to know had always been more urgent to her than any physical need. Still a little winded, she asked:
“That was great. Best I’ve come in quite some time. I thought you had never gone down on a woman. Where the hell did you learn that?”
“You are my first. Love it when my boyfriend does that. You have the same parts I do, so I just did what gets me off.”
“If he can do that, why would you leave him?”
“I didn’t.”
“Oh. He dumped you?”
“No.”
The realization sank in slowly. Now it was Ashley's time to feel bad. “Oh. Oh shit! That didn’t even occur to me. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… I mean, I don’t wanna intrude into...”
“Don’t mention it.”
“No, really, I’m sorry. I don’t do people in relationships.” That was a white lie. What she didn’t do was destroy relationships. She had happily screwed Coach Baye, knowing that a man in his forties would probably not abandon his wife of two decades, just because he got to stick his dick into some college thot once. She had regular fun with her roommate, but Michele was happy with her asexual boyfriend, who didn’t mind if she fulfilled her carnal needs elsewhere. But a young girl, impressionable and inexperienced with women, that spelled trouble. Actually, Jasmine was almost two years older than Ashley, but the point still stood. Jasmine didn’t see the problem, though.
“I’m cheating. So what. You couldn’t have known. It’s not your fault.”
“I should have asked. I was too damn self-absorbed. So sorry. I wanted to get into your pants so badly, and...”
“Stop apologizing, or I’m going to throw you out into the hallway. Naked. Look, who of us is in a relationship here?”
“You.”
“Right. And whose body is this?” She ran her left up and down her lanky frame for emphasis.
“Yours.”
“Consequently, who gets to decide whether I want to be faithful or not?”
Ashley really didn’t want to argue how this might very well be the boyfriend’s business, starting from something simple like risks of disease. This discussion wasn’t worth it. She gave in. “If you put it like that… philosophy major, huh?”
“Minor. Individual liberty, self-ownership… want a short talk on John Locke, John Stuart Mill, or L. Susan Brown? Or some Thomas Paine, for good measure?”
“I’ll pass. And FYI: I know my Mill and Paine very well.”
“Please tell me you’re not one of those Libertarian-until-graduation hipsters.”
“I don’t think the politics of college-aged Americans make for very good pillow talk.”
“Hey, you just screwed an aspiring political scientist. We thrive on that shit.”
Ashley snickered. The feeling of guilt had not gone away completely, but she decided that if Jasmine could be so candid about it, it was probably not worth losing any sleep over. And sleep sounded very good right now. She sun was setting anyway, sending its last rays of the day through the curtains, painting the entire room in dim red. It looked cozy, comfortable. She snuggled up to the statuesque brunette – being the big spoon to a partner so much taller was an interesting experience – and closed her eyes.
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Ashley awoke to two very powerful sensations in her lower body. One was due to the fact that her kidneys had been busy for the past few hours. She had to pee more than ever in her life. Well, maybe not more than the one time when she had quite literally masturbated herself senseless on the bathroom floor, but close. The other sensation was that of Jasmine’s warm butt pressed firmly into her groin. She enjoyed both feelings very much.
She moved slightly, intending to rub herself on dat ass a bit, and stopped dead in her tracks as the pressure increased. The massive bulge of her swollen bladder rested on Jasmine’s lower back. The only reason their position hadn’t already squeezed the piss out of her while she slept, was the distinct S curve of the brunette’s sculpted buttocks. That was amazingly hot.
Ashley urgently needed to do something to fulfill her body’s natural need. Right now. There was no way of putting it off any longer. She wrapped her arms around Jasmine’s waist, pulled her even tighter (‘wince, groan, enjoy the pressure, don’t stop, bear it, oh yes’), placed a kiss on her neck, and then went on to gently nibble on her earlobes. She almost chipped a tooth on a stud. Jasmine started to stir, yawned, tried to stretch, and only then realized someone was holding her tight. “Hmm, good morning. What time is it?”
“I don’t know, looks like sunrise to me.”
“Don’t stop!”
“You asked me a question. I can’t gnaw on your ears and talk at the same time.”
“Then don’t answer the damn question and keep going!”
Ashley continued to nuzzle Jasmine’s neck while she slid both hands towards her crotch. And as expected, she was wet as a swamp. Ashley didn’t go slowly. They both wanted it badly, so this was not the time to be a tease. Knead, flip, rub, grind, cum. Two minutes at most. Probably some kind of record. As far as quickies went, it was a good one. Jasmine moaned and cussed into her pillow. Her muffled cries turned into an incoherent stream of terms of endearment for Ashley, and swear words to express the amount of pleasure she felt. Ashley liked that a lot. Jasmine's convulsions drove her defined glutes hard into Ashley's bladder, dragged her butt across her clitoris. She shuddered from pain and pleasure, as she left a wet smear on the gazelle’s backside. Their juices mixed, ran down their legs, formed a large spot on the sheets. The distinct smell of sex mixed with the slightly musky aroma of two unshowered girls. This was the hottest situation Ashley had ever been in, she was stimulated beyond belief. She wanted to come, needed to come, but…
“I… oh fuck.”
She was about to lose it. No, she had already lost it. A small trickle down her inner thigh. Almost nothing compared to all the other wetness down there, but she knew that in about five seconds, the trickle would be a torrent. She started to get up, failed, because Jasmine was lying on her leg, yanked it out from under her in panic, stumbled to her feet, almost fell, and hobbled towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of drops on the hardwood floor. She made it to the door, felt the cold tiles under her feet… and collapsed. Her legs simply folded under her, as she dropped to the floor. It was over. She had only the blink of an eye left before the would make the most gigantic mess any human being had ever…
Jasmine’s face, sweaty, red and flustered from her orgasm, didn’t even register in Ashley's mind. But the buff arms around her rib cage did. Ashley was picked up quickly, heaved into the shower stall, and then she had no strength left. With a last, pained moan, she let everything erupt at once. It wasn’t a stream, it was a pressure washer, a fire hose, the damn Niagara falls. Her bladder deflated slowly, and it felt good, so good, she just had to… A single circular move on her clitoris was enough to send her off into absolute heaven. She didn’t even know whether Jasmine had touched her there, or if she had done it herself. And she didn’t care. Relief and climax combined into a delicious melange of ecstasy, as waves of raw pleasure pulsed through her body.
It took Ashley’s brain a while to return to normal processing of sensory input. She realized that she was down on the floor of the shower stall, and pleasantly warm water was beating down on her. But the ground wasn’t as hard as one might expect. In fact, she was sitting kind of comfortable. That was, of course, because she sat on Jasmine’s lap. The taller woman was cradling her in her arms, and it seemed like now it was time for her to nuzzle Ashley's neck, instead of the other way around. She enjoyed the firm embrace, and well-deserved, if unconventional, shower. When the drain started to gurgle loudly, Jasmine winced under her. The hard, round ball she felt pressing into her back, suddenly jumped to the front of Ashley's mind. Holy hell, that woman had held it for just as long, and probably drunk more than she had!
“I’m… I’m sitting on your bladder, am I not?”
“More like ‘leaning on it’. You’re sitting on my thighs. If you were actually sitting on my bladder, this would be over.”
Ashley couldn’t believe it. One and a half days of restrained piss, a long string of orgasms, water gargling all around her legs, and still holding on! “Why? Why didn’t you let go?”
Jasmine was brutally honest with herself: “Because an athlete never gives up? Because I like how it feels? Because I want you to marvel at how strong I am? Mostly the later. Truth be told, I really, really want to impress you. You are now my… um, gay sensei?”
Ashley was flattered. “That’s one hell of a compliment. Let your sensei see if you were speaking the truth.”
Without further warning, she pushed herself up just a few inches, and dropped her entire weight onto Jasmine’s bulge. The surprised woman screamed in terror, then exploded. A torrent brook gushed out from between her legs. The strong stream passed just under Ashley’s butt and hit the floor of the stall, hissing, burbling, twirling. It was so much at once, together with the downpour from the shower, the drain was overwhelmed, the water started to rise around the girls.
Ashley was indeed impressed. “Wow, that is… wow. We’ll have to measure that someday. Hey, you’re tense. Stop fighting it. Enjoy the feeling. Relax.” She felt the tension leave Jasmine’s body. The young athlete slacked a bit beneath her, and her head sunk down onto Ashley’s shoulder from behind.
“That’s more like it. Embrace it. You deserve a break.”
Jasmine peed, and peed, and when the foaming mixture of water and urine had risen to cover her legs, and almost reached Ashley’s behind, she was finally empty and her stream subsided. She sighed.
“That felt amazing.”
“I know.”
With the drain just having to take in what came from the shower head, the water line dropped quickly. The girls remained seated under the hot shower, relaxing, snuggling, enjoying the comfort of each other’s body.
After a few minutes, Jasmine spoke up. “Wow. Nice start into the day, huh?”
Ashley laughed. “The best. Nothing beats morning sex.”
Jasmine bit her lip. “I hate to repeat myself, but what time is it? The bus leaves at nine. I don’t want to keep anybody waiting. If the others have to stand around with their thumb up their ass, because we are literally fucking around...”
“Well, you could just go and check the time.”
“No, with you on top of me I can’t.”
“Okay, okay, point taken, I’ll move.” Ashley grunted as she got up to shut off the water. Her knees snapped and popped. “Ugh. I feel like an old woman. Dammit girl, sex with you is exhausting.” She got herself semi-dry, then playfully threw the towel at Jasmine. “Here. Even though I don’t see you ever getting dry in certain places, you horny little nympho.”
Jasmine toweled herself off, while Ashley went looking for her phone. She finally recovered it from the pile of clothes on the floor, where it had dropped when they had hastily undressed each other the night before.
“Jaz? I’ve got the time.”
“Please don’t call me that. I like my whole name.”
“Haha. Except for your actual first name, huh? It’s just past seven. You know what that means?”
“We don’t have to hurry while packing, and are not going to be late for the bus?”
“Yeah, that too. It also means we have time for breakfast, because I am famished.”
Jasmine stepped out of the bathroom, still stark naked, while Ashley had already thrown on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and was trying to force her rebellious hair into something resembling a simple bun.
“Ash, wait, I’ve got to show you something.”
“Hwhaff?”, Ashley asked through a mouthful of bobby pins.
Jasmine produced her sketch block and started flipping through it. Ashley caught a glimpse of various pencil sketches, mostly of inanimate objects, and mostly pretty good. The few pictures of people she spotted were caricatures of the type you could get done for a few bucks at a carnival. Jasmine seemed to prefer a funny, semi-realistic style for portraits. With the eye of a skilled artist, she had picked a few distinctive features of each person, and exaggerated them. People turned into big-headed, lighthearted and very recognizable parodies of themselves. There was Cynthia, portrayed as hyperactive little thing with motion blur from nervously wiggling around. Coach Baye, even taller and skinnier than in real life, laden down with no more than five stopwatches and an entire backpack full of clipboards. A muscular white dude (‘Her boyfriend?’, Ashley wondered) who obviously loved technology. Jasmine had drawn him with a smartwatch on each wrist, and holding both a laptop and a phone, while walking into a wall he couldn’t see because of his VR glasses.
“Wow. These are amazing. You should do political cartoons for a newspaper, or something like that.”
“Do newspapers still exists? Never mind. Uh, I mean, thanks, but what I wanted you to see are these. This is everything I’ve drawn over the course of this semester.”
She thumbed to the last few pages. All of the drawings on there were caricatures of Ashley; easily identified by activewear, bushy hair, and carrying a coffee cup the size of her head to outline her caffeine addiction (she realized that she hadn’t thought about coffee in three days; sex with Jasmine proved to be excellent replacement therapy). And all the pictures vastly exaggerated the features of her body. Nipples poking through tops, outline of her crotch showing through her pants, and a figure to make Jessica Rabbit green with envy. On every single one of them.
“Huh. Those are the most sexualized depictions of me I have ever seen. I kinda like it.”
Ashley looked up and could see Jasmine had turned beet red again.
“Re-Really? You like it? You don’t think it’s creepy to draw something like that?”
“No. It would be creepy if you showed them to anybody without asking me first. If they are just for your personal use..:” – Jasmine looked away, deeply embarrassed, indicating what ‘personal use’ of these pictures had entailed for her – “… I don’t see anything wrong with that.”
“I… I just wanted you to know...” Jasmine swallowed. “… just wanted you to know, it’s not a clear-cut case of you seducing me. I wanted you for months, since the road run. I’ve fantasized about you for many sleepless nights, but never worked up the courage to actually do something about it. So, if you still feel guilty for not checking if I was taken…the blame is definitely not on you.”
Ashley closed the sketch book and placed a gentle kiss on Jasmine’s forehead. “Embarrassing yourself to make your booty call feel better, that takes a strong character. Thank you for showing me this.”
Jasmine seemed relieved. “Thank you for not being offended by my pictures. And speaking of ‘booty call’... it’s all just sex for you, right? You’re not going to get all romantic and emotional?”
Ashley shook her head. “I have no interest in that. Don’t get me wrong, I like you, I think we’ll be good friends, but...”
Jasmine interrupted. “No problem, that’s exactly what I’m aiming for. Not strings attached. I really don’t need any drama. Let’s just go with what makes us feel good.”
“Oh I will make you feel good!”
“I have no doubts about that.”
The girls had kept things low-key. They had left a big tip for the maid, as compensation for their mixed juices on the sheets, and the droplets of pee that were all over the entire bathroom. They had sat next to each other on the bus, and chatted about harmless gossip, but avoided any public display of affection. When the bus had finally arrived at campus, this time at the larger parking lot at the stadium, they had said goodbye with a quick hug. Chaste enough, just a gesture between two teammates who had shared a room for two nights. No one had seen that Jasmine had sneakily squeezed Ashley’s buttocks, and whispered ‘I’ll call you.’ into her ear.
Ashley had taken off to check on Cynthia, and found her in her dorm, arm in a cast, beating a bunch of frat boys at video games, despite only having one fully working hand at her disposal. She would be fine.
Ashley didn’t really feel like doing anything, so she had spend the next few days mostly at her desk or in bed, watching movies, surfing the web, marginally preparing for the coming semester, sleeping in, occasionally leaving the room to work out, or grab a bite to eat. She had these phases from time to time, and allowed herself the luxury of being unproductive. She was an overachiever, and could totally afford not to bury her nose in the books every waking moment. She was basically just waiting for classes to start, or Jasmine to call.
And Jasmine did call. To reveal something that brought back the crushing guilt, and made Ashley feel like the biggest douchebag in the history of ill-advised hookups. She almost dropped her phone when Jasmine broke the news.
“WHAT?!?”
“Yes. Yesterday. Went pretty smoothly. That’s the upside of not living together, I guess.”
“Because of me?”
Jasmine almost got angry. “This again. For fucks sake, not your fault, never your fault! I screwed a girl while I was away, he screwed a girl while was away, we ended it amicably, end of story. I’m not a super-clingy or romantic person. Neither is he. We are fine.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. But just to stop me from getting overly emotional, there is something you could do to help me out.”
“Anything. What is it?”
“Me.”
A week later, on a nice Friday evening, Jasmine and Ashley were sitting on the low wall at the street corner opposite Martha’s Pavilion, trying to look relaxed as their bladders filled. Ashley had pointed out that they would be sitting inside of what had to be one of the last remaining lesbian bars on the East Coast, if Jasmine wasn’t the only college student in existence without a fake ID. Jasmine had been genuinely unimpressed by that, explaining that she would be 21 in a month anyway, so why bother. Also, they both were so obviously straining to hold back their floods, they would probably not have been able to hide their need from a large group of women.
So the bursting girls just sat on the wall, fidgeting, watching the bustling activity across the street. It was a warm night. Summer had returned for a day, like it often did around this time of year. The beautiful weather had brought the bar staff to open the large glass doors wide, and most of the patrons were nursing their drinks out on the patio. The bar was located just off campus, and had a pretty mixed, if almost exclusively female, audience. Older college students mingled with locals from the surrounding towns. A few women even came here from as far as Boston, just because places like these were getting rare in New England altogether. Ashley quite liked it. An audience of mostly queer folk, good music (the owner had a preference for classic rock, which suited Ashley just fine), a wide selection of beer on tap, and staff who pretended not to notice that the photo on her driving license wasn’t her.
She placed a hand on Jasmine's bare thigh and played with the hem of her dress. “Like what you see?”
“Yes.”
“Welcome to Team Bisexual. You’ll get your membership card in the mail. And make sure to check out our monthly coupon offerings on skinny soy latte and STD tests. Now that you are one of us, how many girls do you plan on sleeping with in your first year?”
“I don’t know. How many are there?”
“Hah! Wannabe thot.” “Why not ‘wannabe stud’?”
Ashley stuck out her tongue. “As if. Be a little careful, though. You’re about to enter a universe where your exes are everywhere, and everyone in your social circle likes to kiss and tell. Which is fine if all you’re looking for is casual sex, just be aware that there are very few secrets.”
“Noted. And where exactly would I go looking for casual fun over there?”
Ashley pointed across the street. “See the cute butchy Asian in the standard lesbian uniform?”
“What is that supposed to… oh.”
Black skinny jeans, plaid shirt, sneakers, beanie hat. Lesbian uniform indeed. Stereotypical, but it didn’t look half bad on the small woman. “Yes. What about her?”
“That’s Lauren. Not her real name, I think. Best oral sex on planet Earth. How old would you guess she is?”
Jasmine shrugged. “Hard to tell at the distance. Thirty?”
“More like forty, but I find that hard to believe myself, even from up close. She likes them young and innocent. If you ever feel like lying back and letting someone else do all the work, speak to her. Tell her you are inexperienced, but have heard rumors about her prowess, and would like to see for yourself. She loves that shit.”
“Is she that good?”
“She’s basically an orgasm technician. She’ll have you screaming out your lungs until you’re ready to pass out, then cuddle you to sleep. Next morning, she’ll make you a kick-ass omelet. But only for you, she eats other stuff for breakfast.” “Like what?” “You.”
“Hey, that’s my joke! I made it on the phone the other day. Don’t steal it!” “It’s hardly a joke. More like a little bit of groan-worthy wordplay. And that’s my department, not yours.”
The entire scene was suddenly stolen by the next woman who came out onto the porch, holding a beer, idly chatting with the whole entourage of younger girls surrounding her. A slender, towering blonde who had stylishly combined a floral summer dress with heavy combat boots. She certainly left an impression. Not only on the other women surrounding her, but on Jasmine as well. “Who is that?”
Ashley frowned. “Sandra. I would stay away from her, if I were you.”
“Why? She’s pretty.”
“Yes. And because she’s gorgeous, she thinks she can have any girl she wants. Buys you one drink, and suddenly has a right to your body. Gets handsy, way too kissy way too fast, and doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘no’. A creep in the body of a runway model is still a creep.”
“And it looks like she has spotted us. She’s giving you the stink eye.”
“Yeah, she doesn’t like me much. I punched her in the face.”
“What for?”
“I have a very low tolerance for sexual predators. Like I said, she has trouble understanding the meaning of ‘no’. So I used a form of expression that got my point across. Her perfect little button nose isn’t so symmetrical anymore.”
“I would have taken you for someone who actually likes being aggressively pursued.”
“Yes, I would have gone home with her anytime. I just didn’t take lightly to her taking advantage of a drunk girl, who obviously didn’t want to.”
“Hm...” Jasmine slowly shook her head, musing on her thoughts. Ashley wanted to know what she was thinking. “Spit it out.”
“Well, it’s depressing, thinking she would do something like that. I mean, I knew in theory that sexual violence between women is a thing, but I never thought I would witness it that close myself. On the other hand...”
“Yeah?”
“You being all chivalrous, defending a helpless maiden, punching a would-be rapist and shit… that’s kinda hot.”
“The princess donned the shining armor herself, and rode to the rescue of the other princess. Only that the bad guy trying to steal her was also a princess. Or something. Pretty fucked-up fairytale.”
Jasmine giggled. “Yes, something like that. Not more fucked-up than the idea of two abandoned children burning an old woman in her own oven. Or...”
Ashley groaned, hunched over, and jammed two hands into her crotch, as her bladder cramped. She won the fight, but then she needed a few seconds to compose herself and straighten up again.
“That was close. Lost a few drops.” There was pain and excitement in her voice.
Jasmine appeared eager as well. “Are you ready?” She didn’t even wait for an answer before jumping to her feet, pulling Ashley off the wall, and starting to lead her by the hand towards the dorm buildings.
Ashley tried to go for one of her usual Hollywood clichés. “I was...”
Jasmine would have none of it. “You and your fucking one-liners. If you say ‘I was born ready’, I will beat your ass!”
“And that promise is supposed to discourage me – how?”
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This concludes this Ashley Adventure. We will hear more from her in the future.
Many thanks again to @sirrliv, who devised this chapter (though I have strayed from his original idea quite a bit), and to @holditin, whose story A Policewoman Piss planted the mental image of two women making out on the toilet firmly in my head. |
So I noticed a serious lack of content for any of the wonderful ladies from the world of The Witcher, so I thought I would give it a shot! Constructive criticism welcome, but it's my first real fiction attempt so...be gentle!
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As she jumped down from her horse, her red hair flowing around her like a copper halo, Triss Merigold had only one thought on her mind…
Where is the damn privy in this place?!?
The ride from the last stop up to Kaer Morhen had been a long one, and the several flasks of water that the red haired sorceress had consumed had been banging at her floodgates for a while now, desperate to escape.
Cursing her own stubbornness for not just slipping behind a bush for relief before she arrived, Triss squeezed her thighs together tightly as she attempted to get her bearings.
It hadn’t been that long since she had been here last, but the place was huge, and crumbling in some parts. It felt like a labyrinth in her mind, distracted as she was by her incredibly full bladder.
Behind her, the horse neighed loudly, causing her to jump in shock, wincing as the movement jarred the ever filling water balloon in her midsection.
A door slammed open from above the courtyard she stood in, “Who’s out there?” Came a gruff, deep voice from within.
“It’s just me!” Triss smirked, recognising that voice anywhere.
A man stepped out of the doorway, his hand dropping from the steel sword on his back, “Oh Triss! Good to see you!” Said Eskel smiling, his scarred face lighting up as he saw her. “We weren’t expecting you till tomorrow.”
“I know, I know, but I figured I could make it here early so I pressed on.” She replied walking forwards.
“Well I’m glad you did, always nice to have friends round the old place again.” He nodded approvingly.
“Couldn’t agree more, so who’s here?” Triss asked as she made her way up the stairs.
Eskel leaned against the wall, basking in the sun, “Well me and you, Ciri, Yen and Lambert so far. Still waiting on Keira, Geralt and the others. That reminds me…”
Just then, a powerful wave of desperation shot through Triss, making her cross her legs tightly where she stood. Straightening up, she darted forwards past Eskel, “Sorry, talk in a minute, long ride too much water.” She blurted as she went past.
Dashing into the common area, Triss turned on the spot, trying to remember the location of the only working privy in this building. A flash of memory prompted her to head to the stairs on the left.
Running up the stairs, her cleavage bouncing appealingly, Triss really hoped to find the room empty, the only other working one she could remember was too far to make it without leaking, something she would not allow to happen, especially not in her favourite tight leather pants…
Reaching the end of the stairs, Triss stopped, she looked left, and then right as she tried to recall the path, squirming on the spot as she did so, her round butt swinging side to side like an alluring pendulum.
Settling on left, Triss turned on her heel and shuffled down the corridor, her desperate need to pee really starting to get to her now.
Just one more corner, then I can go…this is gonna be a huge wee, I can feel it!
Turning the corner, Triss groaned when all she was greeted by was a wall of rubble and the remains of a potted plant, now more a pot of dust.
The red head danced in desperation where she stood, her ass bouncing up and down as she fantasised about ripping her leather trousers down and hanging her butt over the pot and letting the torrent inside her just flow out.
She gripped her crotch tightly for a moment before spinning around and hurrying back the way she came, deciding the shame of potentially being caught outweighed the fullness of her bladder.
For now…remember that spot for emergencies
Hurrying back the way she came, Triss followed the right hand path, hoping to anyone listening that this was the correct way and she hadn’t taken the wrong stairs earlier.
Sighing in relief, Triss realised she had found the right corridor, and hurried towards the closed door that hid the privy from view, she could already practically feel the imminent release…
When Triss tried to push the door open, she instead collided with it, gasping in dismay she realised it was locked.
Groaning slightly, Triss crossed one leg over the other and bent forward, her ass and tits both sticking out, the latter threatening to burst from their prison on her chest.
Triss knocked rapidly on the door, “Hello? Whoever is in there, will you please hurry up? I really need to get in there!”
No reply came.
She was about to knock again when she heard what sounded like laughter from behind the door, cocking her head to one side, she listened, but heard nothing.
“Little sis?” She called using the nickname for her friend, “Ciri? Is that you in there? Please hurry okay? I really need a wee!” Again no reply.
Triss began to dance desperately in front of the door, her rear waggling from side to side as she fought to contain the flood inside her.
“Having trouble?” Came a voice from behind her.
Triss jumped, turning on the spot to see Lambert stood leaning against the wall, eating an apple.
Didn’t even hear him coming up….Witchers!!!“Just a little.” She replied through gritted teeth. “I think Ciri is in there, and if she is, she really needs to know now is not the time for one of her pranks!” She raised her voice as she did so, hoping to appeal to whoever was in there.
Lambert took a bite of his apple before replying, “Could be, could be, not seen her much today.”
Triss noticed in mild amusement that his eyes never strayed from her large breasts.
“Are you waiting to be in here too?” She asked, eyebrows rising.
Lambert shrugged, “Nah, utilised the old Witcher technique of bushes earlier…jealous?”
“As a matter of fact, yes! What are you doing here then?” Triss crossed her legs one way then the other as she spoke.
“Just watching the show.” He smirked.
Despite herself, Triss laughed slightly at that, “Get outta here!” She said in mock indignation.
“Alright, alright, I’m going! Unlike you.” He said with a wink as he turned and left.
Triss groaned at his words, taking a moment to give her crotch a good squeeze when his back was turned.
Shifting from one foot to the other, Triss took a deep shaky breath to steady herself, “Ciri? If that is you in there and this is one of your jokes, now is really not the time, I’m bursting out here.”
Silence was her only reply.
Bending over and moaning in frustration, her tight leather trousers stretching alluringly across her wiggling rear, she again failed to hear the sound of footsteps from behind her.
A slight laugh broke her out of her trance, spinning on the spot Triss came face to face with Yenneffer, her dark haired friend and fellow sorceress.
“Having trouble there, dear friend, or did you simply feel like enticing me with your admittedly lovely bottom?” She asked, smirking.
Triss straightened up, slightly red in the face, but more amused than anything else, the two were close friends after all, “I knew you’d like it.”
“Oh don’t flatter yourself!” Replied Yenneffer with a laugh.
“No, I just really need to be in there, had a lot of water on my way here.” Triss explained.
“I see,” Said Yenneffer, “Well I would hug you, but I’m not sure you could withstand the squeezing, and I quite like this dress.”
“Much appreciated.” Replied Triss, starting to shuffle again.
Yenneffer leaned against the wall opposite Triss, “So, is there someone in there, or did you simply feel like challenging yourself?”
“There is, Ciri I think, you know how she loves her pranks.” Triss said
“That I do,” Said Yenneffer, looking slightly uncomfortable, “Well I hope she knows I’m out here too, and as I could do with a little wee myself, I hope she decides to prank you some other time!” The last was directed at the door, which again replied with the slight sounds of laughter.
“You need to go as well?” Triss asked.
“Indeed, I did not just come all the way down here to see your dancing.” She replied, “Although, not as badly as you need to, apparently.”
“Well, I’m definitely going first…” Triss said with a laugh.
Yen smirked slightly, “Only if you can keep your mind clear of delightful waterfalls, or pouring wine…”
Triss’s legs crossed even tighter… “Yen!”
Yen’s smirk grew even wider, “Or if you recall how good you felt after you could let go of all the ale you were holding at the last feast?”
Triss couldn’t stop her hand gripping her crotch, “I’m about to explode!”
“Oh my!” Yen exclaimed, “I guess I better let you in then….”
Triss froze, “You what?”
“The door on this floor jams,” Laughed Yen, “Here look.” And with that, the raven haired sorceress stepped forward and with a well placed kick, the door swung open.
Triss leapt forward as soon as she saw the privy, aching to release at the sight of it.
“Enjoy your wee!” Shouted Yen as the door closed.
And enjoy it she did, the second her ass hit the seat, she exploded, releasing all her pent up desperation as a waterfall of relief.
Amid gasping her enjoyment of it, Triss had one thought….Revenge! |
Chapter 3
Now, allow us to return to Vasi’s mom. While the girls had been playing around, Vasi’s mom had been desperately trying to find them. And when I say, desperately, I do mean desperately.
First, allow me to describe her. She was still in her early thirties, and very attractive, as she tells it. She was wearing a short pink dress with a yellow bikini under it. She had long brown hair and pale blue eyes. She was on the tall side. My mind is blanking on more ways to describe her. Bear with me on this. Just know she was attractive.
Anyway, after making the “stupidest mistake of her life” (as she would later describe it) she parked the car as quickly as possible. She bolted out of it, running in the direction she thought the girls had gone.
In reality though, she was running in completely the wrong direction and she had no idea.
Now, I don’t know if you guys have ever gone running at the beach. Have you? It’s good for three reasons. One, it gets you a better workout than running in your everyday neighborhood. Two, you can jump in the ocean after you’re done running to cool off. And three, it’s a great time to look at people who think they get away with wetting themselves.
Now, Vasi’s mom (We’ll call her Anna because I’m too lazy to write Vasi’s mom the whole time) was actually thinking about all of these things. Ever since she was, oh, about Vasilisa’s age, she had been into wetting. It had actually started with a day at the beach, when she had been there with her friends and they had dared each other to pee before going into the water. They had sat there on the sand and wet themselves, giggling like madmen and looking around, before jumping in the water.
It was actually that day when she had met her now husband. After her friends had gone up to the car, but she was lagging back claiming she had to “pack her bag” when all she wanted to do was pee one more time. Anyway, she had been walking when she saw a boy about her age who went to her school.
Anna had paused while she looked at him. He was somewhat attractive, very shy, and she was sure he had a crush on her. As she stood far enough back that he wouldn’t recognize her, but close enough that she could watch him, she noticed something. He was holding himself.
Suddenly, she noticed a dark patch starting to spread underneath him. He started to cry. Now, while Anna thought it was kind of weird that he always stared at her, she was a nice person at heart. So she went up to him and comforted him. And how, you ask, did she comfort him? By wetting herself in sympathy.
They chatted for a little, exchanged numbers, promised to meet up sometime, and then Anna had to run and catch up with her friends. You guys can imagine the rest, or maybe you want me to tell that story? I don’t know. Y’all tell me.
Anyway, getting back to the present, we continue to talk about just how easy it is to spot people peeing themselves at the beach. As she ran (in the wrong direction, remember) she spotted a group of three little kids wetting themselves together, a mother peeing with her daughter, and a couple peeing all over each other before starting to have sex. (She turned away quickly at that one, grinning, remembering her own experience like that.)
Now, we come to the second thing about running at a beach. Being able to jump in the water at the end. At this point, that was all Anna could think about, and she doubled her pace trying to find her kids. Remember, she still had no idea she was running in the wrong direction.
And that brings us to the last thing. It’s a heck of a workout. Before long, she was incredibly thirsty. She stopped quickly at a store to grab a giant Gatorade, chugged it, and then ran on, deciding she would run that same direction for a couple of minutes before going the other direction.
Eventually, she decided there was no way the girls could possibly have gone that far, and she turned around. As she stopped to catch her breath, she felt a slight twinge in her bladder. Grinning, a plan began to form in her mind. She turned around and ran in the other direction.
She had been running in that direction for about twenty minutes when she heard someone scream “SHARK!” Anna started freaking out. She saw a fin, and just stopped and stared. She felt something bump into her leg.
She screamed and released a squirt of pee. Fortunately, she was able to control it. She looked down and saw the five girls, shaking out of fear. She thought she smelled pee, but she assumed it was either left over from Quinn’s accident or one of the girls had wet themselves in fear. Either way, she thought nothing of it.
Eventually, as they were about to leave, they turned to look one last time at the water. And do you know what they saw?
They saw a lifeguard hauling off a kid with a shark’s fin strapped to his back.
An announcement was made about there having been no shark, and after a quick, one-sided discussion, all the girls climbed right back into the water.
Anna’s bladder was starting to hurt her, but she paid it no heed.
Eventually, after about half an hour, it was really getting dark, so they had to get out and drive back home for a sleepover at Vasi’s house. None of them really wanted to put their clothes back on, so they all drove home in their bathing suits.
About halfway home, Quinn said “Can we stop? I really don’t want to mess up your car any more than it already is.”
“Sure. Help me look for a place to stop.”
Eventually, they found a 7/11 where they could stop and use the bathroom. As they all rushed to the bathroom, Anna noticed a problem.
There were five stalls and six of them
Of course, as the adult, she would have to hold it while the others went. The problem was, she was already bursting. Thinking quickly, she spotted a floor drain. She quickly waddled over to it, yanked her bikini to the side, and peed forcefully, hoping to finish before the girls came out. And she did it by the skin of her teeth, pulling her bikini back into place with seconds to spare.
Needing to keep up appearances, she bolted into the stall and closed the door. She sat there for a couple of minutes, then opened the door to find a tear-stricken Caroline. Wondering briefly what the problem was, she noticed quickly her damp crotch.
“Don’t worry, you can sit on your towel and we can wash your bikini at our house.” To console her, she bought her a giant slushy, then had to buy one for all the other girls because they would have complained if she hadn’t. Then, all the girls with their 64 ounce slushies climbed into the car for an, um, eventful sleepover. |
Chapter 6
“Hey Vasi?” Quinn whispered.
“What?”
“Do you think Maxine’s ever going to find us? It’s been almost an hour.”
“Wow, has it really? No wonder I need to piss so bad. Let’s just go find her.”
“I agree. I’m dying here.” They stood up slowly, but Quinn quickly fell back down with a little scream.
“You OK?” Vasi asked.
“I will be. My leg cramped up.”
“Wait. Shut up.” They paused for a minute, and heard a crunching of leaves nearby. Maxine was close! Immediately, the girls tried to be as still as possible. However, Quinn kept shifting around desperately. She was about ready to give up. It had been almost five minutes with the person near but not finding them.
She then heard Caroline’s voice: “Vasi? Quinn?”
Quinn breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes?
“Where are you guys?”
“Over here, why? Did you guys also give up?”
“Not quite.” All of a sudden, Quinn was tackled by Maxine. They had forgotten Maxine’s surprising ability to imitate voices.
“Get off me! Get off me!” Quinn screamed.
“No.”
“Please! I’m going to pee all over you!” At this, Maxine bolted off of her. And not a moment too soon, as Quinn’s dress lifted up as she had been tackled. The stream of her pee burst out, gushing like a hose through the air before landing on top of Maxine. Maxine rolled desperately out of the way, but Quinn had figured out what was going on and was aiming her stream at Maxine. By the time she finished, Maxine was soaked from head to toe.
“Ugh! Quinn! I’m soaked! How am I going to hide this?”
“Oops. Didn’t think of that.”
“Ya think?” Maxine was furious. Vasi thought quickly.
“I have a pair of pajamas just like that, Maxine. I can lend them to you, you take them home, and I’ll clean the dirty pair. Simple, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess. Now, I have to PEE!” She stood up, yanked her pants down and her shirt off, and tackled Quinn again. “I’m taking out my revenge.” She held Quinn down, and sat on her chest. She began to pee. She just sat and peed for several moments. Finally, Quinn’s shirt and pants were fully soaked, to the extent that they were partially transparent.
For reasons Maxine could not explain, this made her feel a little… strange. It was really cool to her. She shook her head at the thought. “So, where are Caroline and Rebecca?”
They all paused and looked at each other as suddenly, a wolf howled in the background.
“Ok, first thing is to not split up. Agreed?” Vasi asked.
“Agreed.” The others said quickly.
“Also, as much as it pains me to say this, we can’t go around shouting their names. If we do that, there’s a chance that my mom hears us, comes looking for us, and freaks out when she finds out that first, we’re still up, second, Maxine is naked, third, Quinn and I are soaked with pee and fourth, that we were playing hide and seek. So we can say their names, but not shout them.”
The others groaned but agreed. They knew they couldn’t get caught, even though it would make the searching process so much harder.
“Maxine? Gonna put your clothes back on?” Quinn asked.
“Nope, they’re too uncomfortable. Almost like they’re wet or something…” She glared at Quinn.
“Huh. Imagine that.” Quinn replied sarcastically. “Caroline? Rebecca?” She said, starting to walk.
They walked for probably twenty minutes. As they walked, they felt their bladders filling up again, but said nothing as they felt it was embarrassing to be desperate so soon after peeing. However, this culminated in disaster for all three of them.
They were walking down to the creek. At once, three things happened. The ground, already loose from the rain they had been having, broke and began to slide, the dog howled louder and Caroline and Rebecca, who had been following them, suddenly grabbed them from behind and screamed.
The result, of course, was all three girls wetting themselves. Vasi screamed and tried to shove a hand into her crotch, but she ended up just peeing all over her hand. When she figured that out, she gave up. Maxine, on the other hand, when she lost control, dropped to a squat, turned, and aimed at Rebecca’s face, pushing her pee out so that it got all over Rebecca’s face.
The result of this was Rebecca freaking out and releasing the contents of her overtaxed bladder. Her bladder had been filling up for what felt like days and finally just gave up and exploded. Her pee gushed out with surprising force, all over the feet of all of the girls.
Quinn, for her part, couldn’t get any wetter, so she just squatted down and peed through her pants, not being able to think as quickly as Maxine about getting revenge. All the urine puddling together on their feet had an effect on Caroline’s bladder. It decided “hey, maybe I don’t want to be held” and jettisoned all the contents in one short, quick stream.
In a few minutes, the girls were all thoroughly soaked, panting, and feeling quite strange. Their private parts were tingling in a way they hadn’t before. They might need to try this again… |
This is wrong. This all feels wrong. Videl Satan, daughter of world champion Mr. Satan and accomplished martial artist crime fighter in her own right, was having serious trouble learning a new skill. She was adept at this kind of physical training, some might say a prodigy, the fact that she was now failing almost seemed impossible to believe to someone so successful, no matter how much Gohan was encouraging her.
Maybe it was because this was mental training, but she'd done fine in that stuff before. Or maybe it was because she was trying to learn something as stupid as flying. Trick of view, smoke and mirrors, as her dad would claim? That's what she thought, except that Gohan's little brother Goten, a kid half her age, was zipping around in the air with absolutely no problem while she was stuck sitting in the grass. Oh, that wasn't helping her concentration or confidence in the slightest either.
She had been told already that jumping straight to the levitation thing wasn't going to work, it required harnessing an energy she wouldn't have believed existed if Goten hadn't shown it off. So, for now, the end goal was generating this magic in her hands. While the little kid was able to shoot deadly blasts.
"C'mon Goten," the elder brother urged. "Cool it down a little. You're doing great, Videl! Just concentrate, focus your ki, steady breathing. You can do it!"
"Don't patronize me," Videl grumbled. "I'm not going to get it if you keep telling me I'm doing perfect. Or if you keep distracting me with encouragement." The basis of combat was being tough, hard, and critical, coddling would get her nowhere.
Gohan reeled back in surprise, but respected her wishes and remained quiet. The idea was that the silence would allow Videl to meditate properly, and it would have if there was actually nothing. But Goten was still making noise, playing around like any kid would, it wasn't his fault, but that didn't make it not a nuisance. This would have been so much better if it was just Gohan and me. No, not like that! Just the bond between master and student!
Well, the introspection did accomplish something. Being forced to pay close attention to her body's condition, of course it made issues with her body all too clear. Not injuries of any sort, but something even worse to her. I need to hurry this training up, I've really gotta use the bathroom.
She was asking to have this kind of emergency befall her when she agreed to train with Gohan. Somehow, he managed to get to school every day while living hours away, even in the aerial vehicle she flew here. That already made a long time spent driving when she couldn't take care of business, and then there was however long the day's actual events would take. At least it wasn't physical exercise, she could drink very little, just enough to avoid dehydration.
That plan worked okay yesterday, though she did still arrive home extremely desperate, she figured she could probably get away with the same thing today. Except for one horrible mistake. When she arrived here around noon, Gohan's mom had prepared them quite the lunch. And the lemonade, oh it was so delicious, she couldn't help drinking her fair share. That was a terrible decision, one she was paying for now. Really should have asked to use the bathroom while I was at their house. Even if they live in the middle of nowhere, they have to have a toilet.
There was no chance anymore Videl could make it back to Satan City, she'd take peeing outside so long as she had absolute privacy. So now, she was thinking through any escape she would have, the chance to get at least far enough away she wouldn't be seen or heard. Should she come with some excuse to bow out for a few minutes, take the risk that her intention might be discovered? Should she admit defeat for the day and leave?
The way she was sitting, with her legs splayed apart to her sides only for her feet to touch near her crotch, was certainly not helping her holding efforts. As subtly as possible, she shifted her weight around by rocking just a little, kicking dirt up onto her long white shirt. She broke the meditation stance to wipe it off, reminding her just how she was still at gravity's mercy. That's right, I've still got work to do here.
"Videl?" Hearing her name snapped her out of the trance, so she could see Gohan looking at her, concerned. "I think you're putting too much effort into this. You're shaking." Videl looked herself over, and confirmed that, yes, she was quivering. "Do you want to take a break?"
The negativity was not doing anything to help. "No! I am not moving from this spot unless it's in the air!" Videl was actually very stubborn, when she set her mind to a goal, there was no way to stop her until she succeeded. And she didn't like anyone interfering, especially wannabe superheroes in dumb outfits, for a specific example. So she was standing her ground, placing a concrete restriction on herself. I'm going to regret this sooner or later.
Speechless, Gohan just sat and watched as his partner tried her best to master energy control. Problem was, this required a calm mind to get right, a frustrated Videl had no chance. But he wasn't going to interrupt or correct her now, for fear she'd blow up on him. "She's just like Mom," he realized, under his breath.
There was a very delicate balance being maintained inside the girl as she meditated. She had one internal force she wanted to expel into view, while keeping another one firmly in. And she wasn't perfect, she was afraid she'd slip up at some point and release the wrong one. If that happened, Videl could never show her face again, and she'd have to shut the boys up somehow.
No matter how talented a fighter she was, her crimefighting escapades did occasionally leave her with a few injuries. That, and the limits she'd push herself to in training, left her with the proper scale and respect for pain, she wouldn't exaggerate it, she'd downplay it if anything. So, when the prevalent thought was I can't last much longer, this hurts too much, it was serious. The burning, the stretching, the numbness it produced, no human could handle it.
She loathed the idea, but she'd have to make herself known if she wanted to make it. It'd be a little bit of a loss on principle, but it'd reflect far better on her than if a puddle just started growing beneath her. Videl swallowed her pride, and gave a couple silent attempts to ask, having to close her eyes to avoid looking right at Gohan.
"Gohan! I have to use the bathroom!" I didn't say that. That voice was definitely Goten. Can he read my mind now? It wasn't a completely impossible conclusion to draw, given how alien the kid's powers were, but it did turn out to be nothing more than paranoia when she opened her eyes and looked. Turned out it was pure coincidence, Goten looked nervous as he bounced in his place. He doesn't even look that bad, at least compared to me.
Gohan jumped up and rushed to his little brother, kneeling down to cover his mouth. "You don't say things like that in front of girls, Goten! Just go somewhere!"
Thinking about that isn't making things easier. But I suppose if he's quiet now, I'll survive. This was a bad situation, but Videl felt confident in her ability to last long enough to figure her own predicament out. Too bad that security didn't last, over the light noise of the breeze, a splashing noise echoed in the open field. Her muscles tensed and she froze completely. Where is that coming from?!
It'd be a bad idea to look, but she still searched for the source of the sound. Still very much within view was a tree, with Goten standing between her and it. His back was turned to their direction, and he was...peeing on the trunk. Oh, you're kidding me.
"Goten," his older brother shouted. "I meant get some distance!"
"Sorry, Gohan," the little boy replied, giggling. "I already started, I can't stop now!" Yeah, I know that. And it's going to be bad.
"I'm really sorry about this, Videl. It's usually just the two of us out here, he hasn't learned proper manners yet! Kids, right?" Gohan laughed incredibly nervously, trying his best to ease the situation. "Uh, Videl? Are you alright? You're shaking, and your face is red."
She hadn't even noticed the way her appearance had changed. All her attention was solely on not wetting herself, and it was no longer working. She wasn't looking at Goten anymore, but the thought of him getting relief she was denying herself was too much to handle, to say nothing of the sound. The first defense broke as a little leaked into her underwear. I'm done for, I cannot hold this any longer.
Gohan had been leaning in to see if Videl was sick, when she finally broke and shoved him away with all her strength, doing more damage to herself. She jumped to her feet and stared with as much fury as she was capable of. "You follow me, you're dead!" She ran away, very stilted, in a random direction.
"Gotta find cover, gotta find a place to hide." Their training grounds were very uneven terrain, with lots of hills, large rocks, plants, that was slightly reassuring. But the way she dashed off in didn't have much in the way of walls, and she didn't want to go too far. Besides the fear of not making it that long, the untamed wild was dangerous. Dinosaurs lived out here.
Control kept slipping away, Videl's panties did not feel good and she could only imagine how bad the white fabric looked right about now. If bike shorts weren't water-resistant, I'd be doomed. Them being black most definitely helped too, but it wouldn't hide much more. Anything else leaked, it'd be both visible and the start of a total accident.
With barely any time to spare, she bolted behind a large rock outcropping, panting with her hands on her knees from the energy she expended. "Wow...made it..." With practice behind her actions, she ripped her shorts and underwear down, squatting with her back propped up against the tall stone.
Considering how close she was to bursting, Videl was left waiting an embarrassingly long time. "Grrr, hurry up, bladder! I don't want to do this any more than you do!" Being out on the town as often as she was, there were times she had no choice but to answer nature's call in "less than legal" places. She knew how to do it, but she certainly didn't like it.
Finally, the clear stream started, and really strong right from the outset. Urine was hitting the ground between her feet with a loud, yet satisfying splatter. The dirt was absorbing it, but not fast enough, with the puddle growing outward rapidly, surrounding the soles of her boots before long. Videl didn't let her guard down, only relaxing her muscles at the relief, but she still took some amount of pleasure from it.
This continued for just slightly under a minute, a pretty usual time for her given how long she held, before it died down. Just to be safe, she put forth some effort to squeeze out whatever remained inside her, a couple quick jets splashing with their escaped brethren. "Finally, it's done." Mildly satisfied, she grabbed a leaf from some ivy on the rock, prayed it wasn't poisonous, and wiped herself dry. Not that it mattered, she got wet again when her clothes were pulled back into place, cool and damp. "Gross."
Now came the hard part, facing Gohan again. She ran away without any explanation, but given the context, the reason was probably too obvious. He was smart, he wouldn't fall for anything she pulled. It may not have been her style, but she'd have to be honorable and just face her failure. She was not looking forward to it.
The return trip took much longer, now that Videl was in no rush to reach the destination. At the speed she was moving, it was amazing she returned before the sun set. The boys were just waiting around, but Gohan faced her as she approached, though when she was still quite far away. She felt his eyes, it made her breathing shallow like something was constricting her lungs.
He only spoke when she arrived within earshot. "Good, you're back. I was worried about you. The wildlife is dangerous around here."
Videl got on the defensive. "I'm not some damsel in distress, Gohan, I can handle myself." She stood inches away from her classmate, turning his face red as she stood on her toes to even the height difference. "Now you listen carefully, you say anything about this, and the Great Saiyaman's identity is plastered all over the school. Understand?"
"Y-yes, ma'am." He took a few steps back to an appropriate distance, sitting back down. "Did you still want to continue your ki training, or would you rather call it a day?"
Videl fell right back into a sitting pose, regretting it as it pushed her wet clothes onto her. "I told you I was going to do it, and I still intend to." She held her hands up to resume the pose, closing her eyes to focus. Immediately, she felt a difference now that her attention wasn't being split, like the energy was on her fingertips ready to show.
Too bad the focus was broken by Goten, forgetting his place by making fun of her. "Ha ha, Videl peed herself! Videl peed herself!" Not dignifying the taunting by looking or even opening her eyes, she held a fist out towards him, prepared to turn it into a ruder gesture, when he promptly shut up. Even if it was only because Gohan threatened him as well. And now she was back to square one. This is going to take forever. |
(AN: i'm posting some stuff from my ao3 (grosskaneki) here! i hope you enjoy ;0; feedback is appreciated!)
"Sorry, sorry! I overslept, I'm sorry!"
Yuri ungracefully crashed through the doors of the local rink, breathing hard—he'd sprinted there, the entire half mile. Breathing hard, he pressed his head to the wall, feeling Victor's slightly judgmental gaze on him.
"You're—" he checked the wall clock— "ten minutes late."
"I know, I'm sorry," Yuri gasped, fidgeting slightly from his slumped position against the wall. "C-can I please just go—"
"Get yourself laced up and ready," Victor chimed in, either unaware or uncaring of the fact that he'd interrupted a rather urgent request. "You've got some catching up to do, so hurry up."
Yuri turned away, feeling his face heat up. "...R-right."
Plodding off to the locker room, bag in tow, he found himself unable to keep himself from squirming slightly as he walked.
His problem was this: he'd overslept, obviously, but for Yuri, that was the gateway to a whole host of other problems. He'd woken up five minutes before he was supposed to arrive at Ice Castle Hasetsu, so he'd done the absolute bare minimum to shove himself out the door as fast as possible, while still bleary from sleep. And the bare minimum meant that he hadn't had the chance to use a bathroom before he left.
That, Yuri thought while he uncomfortably laced up his skates, was his main concern right now. He'd always had sort of a—how would he put this?—nervous bladder; he tended to need to go more often when he was anxious, like before competitions, or... now, apparently. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but something about Victor gave him that same fluttery, nervous feeling of butterflies in his stomach.
Normally, he could more or less deal with it, but right now, as he found himself needing to pause in his step and cross his legs while putting his bag away in an effort to stop himself from whimpering out loud and probably peeing in his pants a little, his full bladder protesting at the way he was jostling around, he was very, very worried.
Maybe he could slip away for a moment. Maybe he could just sneak off to the bathroom quickly, get back before Victor noticed anything was up, apologize for taking so long, and get on with practice. Maybe—
"Yuu-ri, what's taking you?" a playful voice trilled from the door, and Yuri barely managed to swallow back a yelp.
"Ah, s-sorry. I'm ready now."
"You didn't answer my question."
Yuri chewed lightly on his lip, fidgeting where he stood. "I-it's nothing. Um. U-um, I'm still a little sleepy, I guess. Hahaha..."
His nervous laughter continued slightly longer than what could be considered normal for a sane person, but, at any rate, Victor didn't seem to notice and cheerfully beckoned him onto the ice.
"Since we're making up from lost time, we're going to start working on jumps right away," Victor began as soon as his student stepped onto the rink, and Yuri sighed shakily, squirming desperately, unsure how easily he'd be able to get through this without... Well. He felt his cheeks flush red with embarrassment; he was not going to wet himself like a child. It was humiliating even just considering the possibility. And Victor seeing something like that...there was no way he could let that happen. He'd probably actually die from shame.
"What's that sigh?" Victor chirped in a deceptively sweet tone, interrupting Yuri's train of thought. "Don't be such a downer. Go ahead and show me your quad Salchow, maybe that'll get your enthusiasm up!"
Yuri barely bit back a groan and nodded, stepping forward. He at least tried to execute it perfectly—build up speed, turn, shift his weight and jump, rotate, one, two, three—
He fell. Hard.
"Ahh, oww—ah!" he gasped quietly, sitting up quickly and snapping his legs together—was it just him or did his underwear suddenly feel damp...?
Victor let out a sharp, worried sound, his expression slipping into concern as he skated over. "Yuri! Yuri, are you alright?"
"D-don't worry, I'm fine. Nothing's hurt." Besides my dignity, he mused, readjusting his glasses with a shaky hand. He'd landed on his shoulder and hip, probably bruising them a bit, but he felt fine otherwise. Well, fine other than the jolt the fall had delivered to his bladder... He'd definitely leaked a bit, and the feeling was already sort of uncomfortable and gross.
"Hmm. If you're sure, then—" Yuri sighed, catching Victor's 'I'm-about-to give-a-lecture' face— "—you need to focus more. You tend to flub your jumps when something's on your mind." He gave a catlike grin as he extended a hand to help Yuri up.
No shit, he wanted to grumble as Victor pulled him to a standing position, seemingly not noticing the way he squirmed uncomfortably and almost hunched over. His legs bowed and nearly gave out, and, in a panic, he grasped for Victor's shoulder and wow his face was close suddenly.
"Easy there," he purred smoothly, in stark contrast to the weak-kneed, red-faced, trembling, flustered mess that Yuri had been reduced to. They'd been holding hands for much longer than strictly necessary, and normally he'd be overjoyed at any contact with his coach (crush?), but this situation was...inconvenient, to say the least. His bladder was uncomfortably, distractingly full by now, and he would've killed for an ounce of courage to ask for a break, but...no, he was going to hold it. He had to. He had to do this right.
Victor's gaze softened slightly, seeing how Yuri's nervous, flustered energy multiplied tenfold at his touch, and, after making sure he could stand, he released his hand, giggling softly at the way he hugged himself and blushed a bright pink. "You're so distracted. Are you keeping secrets from me?"
He'd meant it playfully, but Yuri's shoulders jolted up, startled, and he gasped, "N-n-no, I'm fine, there's nothing!"
He straightened, and, before Victor could interject, pushed off and started skating away, stuttering, "I'll— I'll keep practicing, I-I'll do the jump right!"
Something was definitely wrong, he could tell now. Yuri seemed almost frightened, rather than his normal fluttery, shy enthusiasm; had he said or done something to scare him...?
Yuri glided along the rink and tried to pull off the jump, but he barely even got off the ground before he tumbled again. This time, it was his legs that had given out, but his overfull bladder that had done him in. He sat on his knees on the ice, hands between his legs, bouncing desperately, hunched over, shaking with how badly he needed to go, wanting to burst into tears. This was gross. This was pathetic and stupid, the way he was sitting motionless on the rink when he was supposed to be practicing, Victor hurrying over to see if he was alright, all because of how badly he needed to pee, all because he'd overslept and forgot to use the bathroom like an idiot. It was getting ridiculous. Couldn't he just get over his anxiety and ask?
"Are you okay?" Victor asked softly, crouching to his eye level as he trembled, and Yuri couldn't meet his gaze.
"I—" he barely managed to choke down the lump in his throat— "C-can we take a break...?"
Victor's expression grew more worried. "We've only been here for—"
"N-never mind, ahh!" Yuri blurted, flushing an embarrassed red. "I'm fine, it's fine..." He dug his heel into his groin for a moment of relief as he tried to stand, shaking with desperation. What was he thinking, asking for a break so soon? Couldn't he hold it for five minutes?
"Are you sure...?" Victor asked softly, concerned. "If you—"
"I-I'm fine, let's just keep going," Yuri insisted as he managed to get to his feet, hunched over, legs crossed, thighs pressed together, whimpering slightly, his breathing shallow and shaky, fighting the urge to let go with all his energy. He felt like a mess.
"Maybe we should take a break from jumps... Let's do some simple warm-ups, okay?" Victor's expression was knitted with worry, thoughts about Yuri having possibly been injured and not saying anything about it wandering through his head.
"O-okay," Yuri mumbled, embarrassed and ashamed. Falling apart like this in front of Victor... this was the worst. He felt so childish, so pathetic and weak. At the very least, there was no one else around to see him desperate and panicking and flailing around.
Victor paused in thought, trying to think of something to give his student to do that would make it obvious if he were injured somehow. "How about... just some small laps? Make sure to make sharp turns." Yuri nodded shyly, forcing himself out of his hunched position, pushing off, and Victor pointed to the side of the rink. "Along the wall, there. Don't go too far, that's perfect."
As it turned out, he managed only a single shaky, careful lap before falling apart.
Halfway through the second lap, a wave of desperation hit him from nowhere, and he made some sort of horrendously embarrassing moaning/whimpering/gasping sound as his legs failed him and he grabbed frantically at the wall for support. Even as he desperately, desperately tried to hold it in, he could feel a steady trickle of warm urine leaking out and seeping through the front of his pants, and he felt his face burn a humiliated red as he was forced to shove a hand between his legs and whine desperately, bouncing, using the wall to support all his body weight. He could feel Victor's gaze on him, and sniffled, tears springing to his eyes. It was so obvious.
Victor's voice was soft, careful. "Ohh, Yuri... do you—"
"D-don't look at me," he whimpered, shaking, feeling more leak out no matter how hard he tried to hold back. "Please, don't look..."
If Victor had complied with his pleas, Yuri wouldn't have known; his eyes were trained steadily on the ground in front of him, refusing to look up at his coach. His legs were giving out and he had to go so bad. He simply didn't have the energy to remain standing and hold back his agonizingly full bladder at the same time.
It was precisely at the point when he realized that he was going to wet himself that he lost control.
The constant spurts became a heavy trickle, which became a flood as his poor, overworked bladder finally gave out and he wet himself uncontrollably, soaking himself in wet warmth that streamed uncomfortably down his thighs, staining and dampening his clothes, embarrassingly visible in the freezing room. Slowly, his legs gave out and he sunk to his knees, unable to stop himself, unable to hold back the shaky moan of relief that left his lips as he peed in his pants like a little kid. Tears rolled down his burning red cheeks; it was so unimaginably humiliating, sitting here in a growing puddle of urine and sobbing his eyes out in front of his <i>idol</i>. His idol who—he let out another sob—was probably angry and disgusted and would never want to be seen with him again. Yuri wouldn't blame him; it was so gross and childish. He wouldn't have been surprised if Victor left and told everyone what had happened. His skating career was basically over. At the very least, the triplets weren't there to take a video of him humiliating himself and post it online...
Yuri remained crumpled on the floor, his bladder emptying itself, soaking him completely and staining his clothes, his breathing becoming erratic and shaky. As the stream finally, finally trickled off, leaving him cold and wet and gross and sobbing uncontrollably, he let out a sound that was half-sob, half-sigh. He felt sick and shaky and afraid and horrible. It was disgusting, <i>he</i> was disgusting.
"Yuri," a soft voice cut through the silence. "Can I look now?"
Victor had—Victor had actually listened to him? Even though it had been so obvious what was about to happen?
Yuri's head hurt. That gentle voice wouldn't last long after he saw what he'd done.
"O-okay," Yuri choked out after a long moment, aggressively turning his gaze away from him. He didn't want to see the look of disgust on his face.
"Oh, Yuri..." Victor approached slowly, crouching to his eye level, eyes filling with worry when he shakily flinched away. "Honey... hey, look at me, everything's alright..."
Yuri still avoided his gaze, not believing him, his entire body shaking. "N-no, I—I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, i-it's so disgusting, I—"
Victor sighed, softly, not unkindly, his voice calm and warm. "Yuri, you're panicking... it's okay, I promise, alright? Please don't cry, everything's alright."
Yuri...had no idea how to respond or process this. He didn't sound disgusted, angry, upset... no, he must have misinterpreted something somewhere. There was no way.
"Is it alright for me to touch you?" Hearing the soft voice, Yuri flinched slightly and nodded, wondering why Victor had bothered to ask or why he would even want to—he was covered in urine and it was gross and unsanitary.
No sooner had he given the okay than a warm, strong pair of arms wrapped around him, holding him as he cried and shook.
Victor shushed him gently, quietly, letting Yuri cling to him and enveloping him in a comforting embrace until his breathing slowed and returned to normal. "It's alright, I've got you," he hummed softly, smoothing down and stroking the soft hair on the back of his head. "It was just an accident, it's all okay."
Once Yuri's hyperventilating stopped and he managed to mostly calm down, Victor pulled back, resting his hands on Yuri's shoulders so he could look into his eyes. "Are you feeling alright? You aren't sick, are you?"
"I—n-no, I'm fine," Yuri mumbled embarrassedly, looking down, still in slight disbelief. "I-I just didn't go this morning, and..." He trailed off, his face flushing pink.
Victor brushed a stray bit of hair away from Yuri's eyes, gently rubbing a tear off of his cheek with a thumb. "If anything's that urgent, please tell me next time, okay? You could hurt yourself. It'll always be fine, I promise. These things happen sometimes and it isn't your fault."
"Th-thank you," Yuri sniffled after a moment of shock, leaning against Victor's chest and hugging him again. "Thank you so much..."
"It's no problem. Now—" In one swift motion, he lifted Yuri up into a loose bridal carry, smiling down at him as he yelped in surprise. "We wouldn't want you to catch cold, right? Do you want to go get cleaned up?"
Yuri cringed as he felt cold droplets of urine run down his legs, but it was too late to worry about soiling Victor's clothes, and he simply relented and nodded after getting his bearings cradled in Victor's arms. He glanced, instead, at the suspicious light yellow frozen-over spot he'd left on the ice.
"Wh-what are we going to do about—"
"I'll bribe whoever cleans the ice," Victor deadpanned, his voice completely serious, and Yuri couldn't help but give a snort of laughter. He'd been so anxious, so scared, but maybe... maybe everything would be okay, at least for the moment.
Edited March 23, 2017 by etoile
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This just in: Extremely long-term lurker finally reveals that they're neither a bot nor dead, just a really huge chicken. Hi everyone, nice to finally meet you or something.
A/N:
- First and only even remotely sexual thing I've ever written - I usually don't even write romantic relationships. Be nice, I'm asexual and have no bloody idea what I'm doing.
- Both Charlie and Julius are snatched from a personal writing project, because if there have ever been two characters I'd love to write totally self-indulgent kinky filth with (read as: borderline fluff because I'm me), it's those two.
- I kept Charlie gender neutral, because that's so deliciously easy with first person narrators. Does that float your boat or not, folks? If not, what gender would you rather see Charlie as?
-If you want to read more about those two, you can definitely throw some scenarios and ideas my way and I'll see what I can do. AU's / completely different settings are absolutely fine, too, I just happened to write this between two games of Ace Attorney.
-It starts off a bit slow, and it's really more about desperation than wetting, because that's how I prefer my stories.
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I was slowly getting used to working late, but this particular Friday really had been the worst of the worst: When I finally left my desk, it was already getting dark. I grabbed my stuff as fast as I could and fled the almost empty office. Stepping out into the corridor, I heaved a sigh and waited for the elevator. Naturally, it took even longer to arrive than usual. When it finally did, with an off-key "ding!" and a sad squeak, I carefully stepped into the rickety old cabin. I was just about to press the button for the ground floor when the door to the office opened and out came one of my co-workers, Julius - one of our very best attorneys, despite his youth.
"Charlie, wait," he called and I managed to keep the elevator doors open until he'd managed to drag his pretty butt over to the thing. Actually, I quite liked Julius - enough to risk losing my foot to rogue elevator doors just for half a minute alone with him. He was interesting - a bit odd, but undoubtedly interesting - and so damnably pretty. Curly, light brown hair, clever brown eyes, a well-proportioned, even face, and those cheekbones... He was the kind of pretty that wasn't quite androgynous, but easily could be, if he wanted to.
"Hi, Charlie," he belatedly greeted me with a lopsided quirk of his elegant lips.
"Fancy seeing you here, J," I grinned back, "don't you usually take the stairs?"
He nodded, brown curls bobbing, his always too long, wild hair contrasting with his clearly very expensive suit in a most interesting manner.
"Tends to be quicker," he said, "but the cabin was already there, and besides, I'm completely knackered and I don't really feel like five flights of stairs, so I though I might as we-"
And then, the elevator suddenly stopped. Not slowly, gently, like elevators are supposed to, but with a nasty jolt. I heard Julius gasp and looked over just in time to catch the last vestiges of sheer bloody panic, before he closed his eyes and forced himself to take a deep breath. Then he looked at me with his big brown eyes and those way too many lashes.
"This is not happening," he stated, very matter-of-factly, as if that would somehow make it true, "this is so not happening."
"That was just a matter of time, I guess," I said and shrugged, then paused and looked at him. "Will you be okay?" I asked.
I might have imagined it, but I was pretty sure he blushed, ever so slightly. Huh.
"W- what do you mean?"
"You seem pretty... shaken."
"Ah," he buried his face in his hand for a second and ruffled his hair. "Yes. For a second there I was convinced we'd crash and die gruesomely in this fucking deathtrap of an elevator. I did not expect this - but I'm fine. D'you think the emergency call button still works?"
"Well," I said grimly and stepped up to the button, "it damn well should, because it's seven o' clock on a Friday, every sane person went home hours ago and we might actually be the last people in here."
But after a few more seconds, a staticky, garbled, tinny voice suddenly sounded through the speakers.
"Somebody pressed the emergency call button," it said and I recognized it as belonging to the janitor, "what's your situation?"
"Hi Scott, Charlie here. The elevator's stuck. The light's still on and everything seems pretty much fine, but we're not moving."
"Is there anybody in the elevator with you?"
"Yeah, one of the other attorneys."
"Gotcha. I'll get you out of there - just stay calm."
"Will do - thanks, Scott!"
And with that, the crackling speaker fell silent. For a short while, all that could be heard was Julius' steady pacing, before he finally leaned against the wall and looked at he. He tried to smile, but it seemed oddly strained.
"I actually took the elevator today because I wanted to get downstairs faster," he said and subtly shifted his weight, "but alas..." he trailed off.
"... the world's got a funny way of screwing with our plans, sometimes," I finished the sentence. He nodded. "Technically," I added, "this is all my fault, anyway. If I hadn't held up the elevator for you..."
He looked at me with the most adorably horrified look on his face.
"Oh, no! I didn't mean to imply- I mean, that was very nice of you and I didn't expect- and anyway, there's nobody I'd rather be stuck in an elevator with-" and then his brain finally caught up with his mouth, and he blushed. A lot, this time. "And now I'm going to stand in that corner over there, shut up, and reconsider some life choices. Excuse me."
And with that, he stood in the newly-designated corner of shame and put his head against the wall with a light thud.
I stared at him, more than a little bewildered. I knew Julius fairly well by then, and while he was definitely occasionally flighty, scatterbrained and prone to self-deprecation, I'd never seen him quite this out of sorts.
"Julius," I asked, "are you sure you're okay?"
He nodded, then started pacing again.
"Yes," he said, "just under-fed, over-caffeinated and sleep-deprived. Business as usual."
I shook my head and sighed.
"I think half a can less coffee wouldn't have hurt - you're basically vibrating." And then, my brain caught up with me. Fidgety. Unfocused. Over-caffeinated. Stuck in an elevator trying to get downstairs fast.
Oh god. The man had to pee.
"Without the coffee to distract me, I'd probably have wrung somebody's neck by now - not a fun case I'm working on," he said, but it barely registered. "Charlie," he asked, "why are you staring at me like that?"
"Most interesting thing in the elevator," I shrugged - and I meant it. Now that I knew what to look for, I noticed all of his little tells - his hands were alternately suggestively caressing the edges of his pants-pockets and shakily ghosting all over the place trying to stay away from his crotch. He was very subtly but continuously shifting his weight, and his expression seemed ever-so-slightly strained.
On one hand, I felt awfully sorry for the poor sod, but on the other... well, saying that I wasn't just the tiniest bit aroused would have been a lie. And that was probably the understatement of the century. Still, I elected to keep quiet for now - mostly because I hoped Scott would get us out of here soon and we could forget the entire thing... or at least Julius could. I knew I wouldn't.
A few minutes passed by, and nothing happened, save for Julius' now slightly less than subtle squirming. I finally looked around, deemed the elevator floor clean enough - the entire building was in dire need of renovation, but at least Scott kept it absolutely spotless - and sat down, legs crossed. I looked up at Julius, who looked back for half a minute, probably trying to work out if sitting down would make his urge to piss better or worse, before shrugging and sitting down next to me, instantly leaning back against the wall and subtly crossing his stupidly long legs. He looked seriously worried now, and I felt like I finally had to say something. I didn't quite want to directly ask him, it seemed kinder to let him get to the point by himself. Luckily, there was something very much related that I'd been wondering about anyway.
"Say, Julius," I asked, "is there anything wrong with the office bathroom?"
He froze and stared at me, blushing like mad, knowing perfectly well that the jig was up.
He buried his face in his hands. "That obvious, huh?" I heard him mumble.
"Yeah, kind of. How bad is it?"
"I'm not going to flood the elevator, don't worry," he said, letting his head loll back against the wall and closing his eyes, before adding, "and the office toilet is clogged, by the way. Scott knows, but he didn't get around to fixing it yet. A wonder you didn't notice."
I shrugged. "I was out and about for most of the day, gathering information."
Julius shifted again, clearly uncomfortable.
"You sure about not flooding the elevator?" I added.
He shrugged. "If we get out of here in ten minutes or so, yes. After that, well... I genuinely don't know, to be honest. Can't remember the last time I had to take a piss this badly."
Yep, I'd definitely never forget this. "Well, whatever happens," I said, "I won't tell a soul. What happens in this elevator stays in this elevator, I swear. Nobody will ever know."
"You would know," he replied, "and worse, I would. And I'd have to get that suit cleaned, so they'd probably know, too. Still, thanks, Charlie. I appreciate it."
The next ten minutes passed in near-silence - I tried to strike up a conversation more than once, but Julius was uncharacteristically monosyllabic, and between trying to not look obviously aroused or be caught staring and at the same time trying to soak up and commit to memory as much of this scene as possible, I didn't have the mental faculties to keep a conversation going, anyway.
Then, he suddenly gasped and grabbed himself through his trousers.
"You okay?" I asked.
"I- oh god, I might have leaked. Fuck, I don't even know anymore."
I looked as closely as I could without him noticing, but I couldn't see a thing. If he had leaked, it couldn't have been too bad.
"Try loosening your belt," I suggested. "Might help."
He stared at me as if I'd suddenly grown wings and a halo.
"How- how did I not think of that," he groaned.
I bit down on a genius quip about drowning brain cells and instead stared at Julius, who fought with his belt buckle, hands shaking terribly. He finally got the damned thing open, and instantly jammed his hands back against his crotch. He was jiggling his legs now, every last bit of restraint gone. He was also pale, and visibly close to tearing up. There was definitely a small wet spot on the front of his trousers now, barely bigger than a coin and almost impossible to spot on the black fabric.
"I'll be fine," I heard him whisper under his breath, "I'll be fine, I'll be fine." Over and over.
"You will be fine," I agreed, "calm down before you start hyperventilating."
He looked at me, a wild, slightly lost look in his beautiful brown eyes.
"I never had to pee so bad in my life," he whispered, very earnestly, "I actually already leaked a little when the elevator stopped so suddenly."
Oh. Okay. Wow.
"Er...," I said, wracking my brain for some sort of appropriate answer, just as the emergency call system crackled back to life so abruptly that Julius flinched so badly he hit his head on the elevator wall. The wet spot on his pants grew a few millimeters, and I tried my hardest to ignore him clutching at his cock while silently cursing and whimpering, in order to focus on whatever it was Scott was saying.
"Charlie," the janitor asked, "can you hear me?"
"Yep, I'm here. Can you hurry up a bit?"
"Almost done. You'll be out of there in less than five minutes, promise."
"Good." I glanced over at Julius, and cleared my throat. "Hey, Scott," I added, "we're both in a bit of a hurry, so we'll likely be gone until you've made your way back to here. Don't worry, okay? We're fine. Scout's honor."
There was a short silence, which he likely spent thinking of the broken toilet, putting one and one together and calculating the amount of mops and buckets he'd need.
"Sure thing, I guess," he finally sighed, "see you on Monday."
And with that, there was silence once again.
Well, near-silence, save for the quiet sounds of Julius' constant fidgeting and the occasional, barely-audible whimper.
Over the next few minutes, the spot grew enough to peek out from underneath his hands while he was holding himself, but he still wouldn't give in.
And then, suddenly, the elevator creaked. Moved. Slowly, at first, then at its usual speed - which is to say, very slightly less slowly.
"Can you stand up?" I asked. Julius stared at me as if I'd asked him to climb Mt. Everest in his skivvies. At this point, he'd have probably preferred that over his current predicament, but there really was no way around it.
The elevator gave its trademark squeak and off-key "ding", and then the doors opened into a completely deserted lobby. Good.
I looked at Julius, who was still staring at me, and then simply grabbed him and dragged him to his feet, which caused him to leak again - at this point the wet spot was hard to miss - but just sitting there wasn't getting him any closer to sweet release, either. Not in a way he'd appreciate, anyway.
Even standing up he wasn't doing much more than standing there holding himself, so I put an arm around his shoulders and started shoving him towards the men's room, which was quite a task - the man was all bony, spindly limbs, which he usually handled quite gracefully (stupidly gracefully, really), but right now he was flailing all over the place, trying his damnedest not to piss himself completely.
We got there eventually, he barged through the door, while I waited outside to give the poor man some privacy, and order my own thoughts. Julius usually seemed totally in control of any given situation in his usual subtle, slightly chaotic but charismatic way, even when everything around him was going to hell at break-neck speed, and seeing him lose his composure like that had been... intriguing, to say the least, even though I felt rather sorry for him. In a way. Honestly.
It took Julius almost five minutes to reappear, and I'd been half a minute away from checking on him to make sure he hadn't decided to hide out in the men's room for the rest of his life - the spot on his pants had grown some more, but not egregiously so - it was mostly just on one leg and barely reached down to mid-thigh, which I'd definitely count as a success.
Now that Julius' brain didn't seem to be drowning in piss anymore, he seemed a great deal more relaxed, as well. Not necessarily more happy - in fact, he looked pretty much as anxious as he had before - but the tension was gone.
"You really won't tell anybody about this?" he quietly asked, as we reached my car, where we parted ways.
"Not a soul, I promise."
"Good," he said, "Thank you, Charlie."
And with an almost conspiratory little grin, he vanished into the cold evening air.
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Ye gods, I can't believe I did that.
How'd I do? Like I said, I never wrote anything like that, so I'd appreciate some input. Was there enough detail? Should I have drawn some parts out longer?
Edited March 24, 2017 by Qwert777
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Here's my first fictional story for your enjoyment. I always enjoy deliberate wetting much more than accidents.
Jenny is a 21 year old college student. She go to school during the day and works the closing shift at a large clothing department store in the evening. Her work uniform consisted of black pants, one of a few dozen store approved professional looking tops, and her name tag. It was about halfway through her shift on a Tuesday night. There was a grand total of 3 customers in the large department store. Since Tuesdays were so slow, they typically only had four people working: one girl to work the makeup counter, one to keep and eye on things upstairs, a staff leader to close the tills, and Jenny to keep and eye on the first floor. On Tuesdays, Jenny spends most of her shift restocking racks in the store. About halfway through her shift, she was on the far side of the store with a cart of clothes to be hung on the racks. She had been feeling the urge to pee for about an hour now. She peered over the clothing racks across the store. The restrooms were all the way at the other side. She felt lazy and didn't want to walk all the way over there and then walk all the way back. She decided she'd go after she finished this cart of clothes and returned to hanging them. In the back of her mind she wanted to pee her pants, but she didn't want to admit that to herself. In truth, Jenny peed her pants almost every night either in the parking lot walking to her car, in her car during the ride home (if she had a seat protector with her. She wasn't fond of the idea of her seat being stained and smelling like pee), or on the hard floor of the apartment she shared with her sister Annie when she got home. Annie had known about Jenny's pee fetish since they were teenagers. Although Annie wasn't into it, she didn't care if Jenny did it as long she cleaned up after herself and didn't ruin the furniture.
After another 20 minutes of hanging clothes, Jenny's urge to pee grew to near desperation. She peered over at the restrooms again and sighed as she reassessed the distance. She still had a lot of clothes to hang and it was still another hour and a half before her shift was over. She looked out the glass doors that were a dozen or so meters to her right. The sky was deep orange as the the sun, though out of her line of sight, hung just below the horizon barely peaking over the hills. She lapsed in concentration and relaxed as she sighed again. She caught herself and squeezed just in time to stop herself from peeing her pants. She felt a single drop hang for a second and then fall into the gusset of her pink bikini style panties. That's when it hit her. She was wearing black pants and nobody was in the store. Her heart began to beat fast and hard and the tingle of excitement swelled in her abdomen as she imagined releasing her bladder in her pants right there. Her clitoris began to tingle from how naughty the scenario would be. Breathing slightly heavy, she put down the blouse she was about to hang up and looked around. There was a woman browsing in the section across the pathway from where Jenny was working, just over a dozen meters away. Otherwise, nobody else was around. She glanced again at the restrooms and then made the decision: she was going to pee her pants. She positioned her feet together so that she would get maximum spread and tried to relax. Now, however, she was too excited and couldn't get the flow started. She tried to give a light push, but still wasn't able. Although she probably could push hard and get it going, she wan't it to be more natural and relaxed. She look around again. The lady had taken a shirt off the rack and was examining the front of it, feeling the fabric. Jenny decided to return to hanging clothes to get her mind on something else. She was desperate enough that she knew if she could relax her excitement it would come out naturally, and she would make no attempt whatsoever to stop it.
She hung another 6 blouses. She was more relaxed now, but her mind was still on it and, although her bladder was to the bursting point, she still couldn't relax enough. Her cart was becoming empty. She would have to do it soon or she might not get another chance. She slowed down hanging the blouses and concentrated her thoughts on something else. She thought about her vacation with her sister a month ago, but that didn't help. For Jenny, the highlight of the vacation was when she peed the same pair of shorts three times while she and Annie were playing on the beach and visiting the sea side shops. She tried thinking about school but her project due next week just made her worrisome. She finally settled her thoughts on video games. Jenny frequently peed her pants while playing video games so she wouldn't have to pause. Thinking about playing her favorite game helped her to finally relax enough and a small trickle began to dribble into her panties. She made no attempt to stop it and her body finally realized that it was ok the pee right then, so it relaxed even more and the trickle turned into a gushing stream. She glance up at the lady. She had move to a rack closer to Jenny, but was still far enough to not realize what she was doing. Jenny looked down and watched the glistening wetness quickly spread. She listened to the loud hiss as she peed full force in her pants. She bit her lip as she felt the hot urine pool around her clitoris before it rushed down her legs. She was peeing so much and so fast that the glistening spread more than halfway around her thighs and all the way around her calves and ankles. She felt warm urine creeping up the front of her crotch and up the butt of her pants. Jenny was completely oblivious to this, but the lady had walked toward Jenny to ask her a question about a shirt, however, she realized Jenny was "busy" and decided to leave the store without buying anything instead. Pee filled Jenny's shoes like it did nearly every night. It seeped out the holes on the sides of the shoes, but not quickly enough. The lowtop black shoes overflowed with pee as Jenny's stream tapered off and finally died. She gave a push and got a another spurt out. She gave another push, but this time nothing. She was empty. Jenny stood in pure bliss admiring her pee soaked glistening black pants, her flooded shoes, and the surprisingly large wet spot on the carpet under her.
Suddenly a whirlwind of emotions overcame her. First panic. She looked up at where the lady had been and saw that she was gone. Almost frantically she looked around but could not see her anywhere. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved or not. Next was embarrassment. When she was on the beach in California peeing her shorts, nobody there knew her, especially not anyone she worked with. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she imagined what her boss or coworkers might say. Then she felt angry. Angry with herself. She looked down at the mess she had made. Her pants weren't glistening anymore but they were still obviously soaked. She was angry at herself for not having better self control. Then she took a deep breath and looked at her watch. Less than an hour until the end of her shift, no one would know. She felt relieved and then extremely horny. She smiled now as she thought about how naughty the situation was. Her clitoris throbbed and, with a quick glance to make sure no one else was around, she pressed a single finger against her crotch between her legs on the outside of her pants. The fabric yielded much pee and it dripped off her finger. She let out a soft involuntary moan and nearly orgasmed right there. Afraid of being anything louder, she forced herself to stop. She wiped her wet finger on a dry spot of her pants and half-heartedly went back to hanging clothes. She stepped, for the first time, from the wet spot on the carpet and stared at it as she pulled the cart to the next rack. As she walked she squeezed her legs together. It wasn't quite as pleasurable as using her fingers, but it gave her great satisfaction anyway.
About 10 minutes later she had finished hanging the clothes from her cart. She looked down at her pants. Although they we still wet all over, it was no longer obvious. As she headed to the back room of the store to return her cart, she doubled back to where she had peed herself. The floor was still soaked. The wet spot had not dried at all. Jenny smiled to herself and continued to the back. She looked at her watch 20 minutes until her shift ended. She couldn't wait to get home and masturbate. She definitely had to do this again! |
As requested, Jenny and Annie's Vacation:
Jenny and her younger sister Annie had been talking about a beach vacation for ages. Unfortunately, they could never seem to get their schedules to line up since they were both in college and both working. It seemed that whenever they had a break from school, one of them didn't have enough vacation days at work, or they simply could not afford a road trip. Finally, in the spring of this year, the stars aligned and they were able to make it work, although they would only have three days for the whole trip. From their apartment just a few blocks from the university, it was about a 9 and half hour drive to Los Angeles according to Google maps. Figuring in meal breaks, stopping for gas and potential traffic in metropolitan areas, they figured it would take them just shy of 11 hours total. Annie had a much nicer car than Jenny, so they decided to take Annie's car. Jenny's car was having problems with the air conditioner anyway. As a courtesy to Annie, Jenny decided to use the toilets at each stop, but she wore a diaper anyway. Jenny didn't pee in her own car because she didn't want the seats to smell like pee, and she certainly didn't want to do that to her sister. During the drive, which turned out to be about 10 and a half hours instead, Jenny only peed her diaper once. Annie never asked if she needed to use the restroom (she assumed Jenny was using her diapers), but Jenny would go into the restroom at every stop and use the toilet to keep from soiling her sister's car. She used her diaper in the last hour of the trip when they got stuck in LA traffic. While Annie squirmed in the driver's seat, Jenny quietly released about a quarter of her bladder in the passenger seat (She was afraid of her diaper leaking on the seat). Jenny got slightly excited that her sister might have an accident in her pants, but they made it to the hotel just in time and she hobbled as fast as she could to the lobby restroom while Jenny checked them in. Jenny flirted with the cute, blonde behind the counter. She wanted to release the rest of her bladder right there, but was afraid of leakage. She didn't know anyone here, but she was attracted to the slender, blue eyed girl behind the counter. Even though she'd never see this girl again after this trip, she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her. The name tag pinned just above her beautiful C cup breast next to her luscious cleavage read "Samantha". She had a warm friendly smile and her voice was soothing to Jenny. Jenny stared intently at her ass as she turned around to get the room keys from a cabinet. She was wearing black work pants, much like the ones Jenny wears to work. Jenny tried to imagine Samantha's already amazing ass soaked with pee but her fantasy was interrupted as Samantha turned back around. Jenny blushed, unsure if she had gotten caught or not.
Annie came out of the restroom just as Jenny stepped away from the counter and they walked down the hall to their room. Once they stepped inside their room, they set down the bags they had carried in and Jenny immediately began peeing her diaper. Her sister jumped up and down "We made it! We finally made it! Three years of trying to plan this vacation and we're finally here!" Jenny wanted to join her sister, but was busy filling her diaper, so instead she threw her hands in the air and shouted "Woohoo!" Annie walked past Jenny and said "Let's go get the rest of the luggage." Jenny turned and took a step toward the door but then stopped. Annie opened the door but then realized Jenny wasn't right behind her. She turned around and saw a dark wet spot on the inside of Jenny's left pant leg. She was wearing light blue jeans and the wet spot was only a few inches long, nonetheless, it was highly noticeable. Annie smiled and said "I'll get the bags, you just...enjoy that..." and she left. Jenny felt bad about leaving her sister to grab the rest of the luggage. While they both had packed fairly light, Jenny's suitcase had extra shorts, pants, and diapers in it and was slightly larger than Annie's. Jenny looked at the small bag she had carried in. It contained hygiene supplies, a pajama shirt, her phone charger, and her laptop, but no extra jeans or panties. Those were all in her suitcase. She walked over to the window and pulled the curtains to look outside. They couldn't afford a fancy hotel, so the scene was wholly unspectacular. They were on the ground floor. Directly in front of the window was a small bush, then a sidewalk, and a row of cars. The sky was dark orange above the tall buildings surrounding the hotel. It was nearly 9:00pm. She felt naughty and slightly embarrassed as she stood in the window with wet pants and a soaked diaper on. Her clitoris was faintly starting to tingle. Then the door opened behind her and her sister walked in pulling two wheeled suitcases, one slightly larger than the other. Jenny left the curtains open and walked toward her sister. "Thank you for bringing my case in!" she said blushing with a half smile. Annie replied "Don't mention it!" and handed Jenny her suitcase. Annie walked toward the window and said "I want the side of the bed near the window!" Jenny glanced at the queen sized bed pushed against the wall in the center of the tiny room and then responded "Sure, I'll take the side near the bathroom." Annie gazed at the wet spot on Jenny's jeans and retorted "Not that you'll use it much!" Both girls chuckled. Jenny blushed, stuck out her tongue, and then took some dry panties and pajamas into the bathroom to change.
Annie made Jenny promise to not wet the bed since they were sharing it. Jenny agreed, though she would feel like a horrible person if she did it without first putting down a mattress protector. Even though she liked pee and enjoyed wetting the bed, she didn't like the thought of sleeping on a stranger's pee and so didn't want to put others in that situation. However, when she had to pee before bed and when she got up in the middle of the night to pee, she sat on the toilet without pulling her panties down and peed through them, then she pulled her pajamas up over her wet panties.
The next morning the girls woke up around the same time. After Annie had showered, she came out and used the mirror on the wall for her makeup so Jenny could shower. Jenny stood up from the bed and immediately released her bladder. Warm pee ran down both legs of her pajama pants and left two trails to the restroom on the carpet. Jenny shut and locked the door behind her and stood in front of the mirror to brush her hair. Her socks were soaked and warm pee was pooling around her feet on the cold tile floor. As her stream of pee died she pushed and began pooping her pants. She had held her poop all day yesterday wanting to get here as quickly as possible. It came out easily and her panties became heavy very quickly. She grunted slightly as she pushed the last bit out. She turned around and admired the large smelly bulge in the mirror. She turned on the shower to muffle her sounds, then she leaned her back against the door and slid her hands into her panties. She was very turned on having just pooped her pants in a hotel room. To make it worse, she had never pooped her pants in front of her sister before. Annie didn't know that Jenny enjoyed that also. Although Jenny hated humiliation, she thought about Annie's reaction if she found out. Jenny was breathing heavy and trying hard to be quiet. Then she thought about Samantha, the hot blonde haired, blue eyed girl that worked at the hotel front counter. She imagined Samantha coming to the room with Jenny and Annie leaving them alone for a bit. She imagined Samantha peeing her pants over and over again and making out with her in a puddle of pee on the bed. Outside the bathroom Annie, still putting on her makeup, smiled and shook her head. Jenny wasn't doing a very good job of being quiet. Jenny was imagining Samantha's hand was pleasuring her when her orgasm struck. She moaned loudly and uncontrollably and collapsed on the floor. The poop that filled her panties quickly spread in all directions as she landed on her bum. That was the fun part, now she had to clean up.
Nearly an hour later Jenny had finally gotten herself and the bathroom all cleaned up. She came out of the bathroom wearing a light blue bikini that hugged her perfectly shaped butt. Over that she wore some hot denim short shorts and a light pink tank top with the word "PINK" printed on it in silver letters. Her light blue bikini top was faintly visible through the fabric and her C cup cleavage showed nicely over top. She found Annie sitting in the chair near the window. The curtains were closed and her shorts were unbutton and unzipped with her left hand in her panties. Although Jenny couldn't see the screen, she knew Annie was watching porn on her phone. Without stopping what she was doing, Annie said "Finally!" as Jenny put her dirty clothing into a garbage bag and then packed it back in her suitcase. Jenny smiled and said "Well now I'll be waiting on you!" Annie set her phone down and started to fasten her shorts back up. Annie also had on short shorts, but they were slightly darker than Jenny's. Annie was wearing a blue tank top with a surfboard on it, not see through. Although Annie had smaller boobs than Jenny (B cups), Jenny had always thought that Annie's cleavage looked better than her own. She replied "Nope, I finished when I heard the shower stop." She stood up and said "Are you hungry?" There were still sex noises coming from her phone on the desk. Jenny said "I'm starving! My friend said there is an awesome place on the beach to get breakfast burritos." She pulled her phone out of her tiny pocket and showed Annie the place on Google maps. "Let's go!" said Annie.
The two sexy college girls, both wearing short shorts over their hot asses, walked from the parking area toward the boardwalk. They turned the corner and stopped to eat at the burrito place. They enjoyed their burritos and then set out to walk along the boardwalk checking out the stores. They wanted to go into the ocean, but they were too full for that now. There were dozens of restaurants and shops. There were people out playing music and doing magic tricks. They spent a couple of hours just looking around. Then they decided it was time to enjoy the ocean. They retrieved their towels and umbrella from the car and found their own spot on the beach to set up. It was a fairly secluded spot with some distance from other people. They had picked that spot on purpose, for Jenny. As Annie began to strip down to her bikini, Jenny stood in the sand by her towel and peed her shorts. She kept her feet together so she could feel it run down her legs. She became slightly turned on again as she felt really naughty peeing her shorts out in the open with a lot of people around. Annie stood in her bikini on the other side of the towels watching the pee trickle down her sister's legs. Although it had no sexual connotation to her, she did find it amusing how her sister enjoyed it so much, and even more so when she was daring about it. Once Jenny had finished, she stripped down to her bikini also and the two girls played in the ocean for a few hours.
Jenny stood in the water next to Annie desperate to pee. They were watching an approaching wave and were going to jump into it. Annie looked at Jenny dancing slightly and joked "You CAN pee in the water you know." Jenny said simply "I know." She wanted to pee her shorts again. She could let go in the water. But that was less fun to her. She had peed in swimming pools before, but it simply wasn't as satisfying as peeing her pants. Annie said "After this wave we'll go lay on the towels and dry off then we'll walk some more. I'm getting tired of playing in the wa-" The wave had arrived and cut Annie off. The girls both jumped and the wave carried them backward and laid them on the beach. They hadn't been very far out, but they enjoyed it anyway. They laughed in the sand and Jenny crossed her legs. Then they got up and went to their towels. They laid down on their towels to dry off. While Annie was admiring the shirtless guys walking around, Jenny was checking out the bikini clad girls. She kept her legs squeezed together to avoid peeing on her towel. Not that she was against peeing on her towel, she just wanted to save it for her shorts. The girls turned over to dry the back sides of their bikini bottoms. Then they got up and put their shorts on. Immediately Jenny released her bladder. Annie heard the hissing of the Jenny's pee and remarked "Wow! You really had to go!" Jenny simply nodded her head. This time the pee spread a lot on the front and back of her pants before running down her legs. It was obvious she had peed her shorts. Although she was a little embarrassed, she knew nobody here would recognize her. They walked through the stores some more and this time did a little shopping. They bought some souvenirs, some clothes, and Annie bought a new, more revealing bikini for "next time we come to the beach."
They stopped at a beachside restaurant for dinner and got a table near the sand. After the waiter took their order, Jenny started to feel the urge to pee again. She started sipping her water more frequently. After they had paid for their meal and left a tip, Annie asked "Ready to go?" Jenny responded "not yet" as she began to pee her shorts again. The chair was a metal outdoor chair with holes in the seat. Multiple streams of pee trickled out of the bottom of the chair and splattered onto the ground. Jenny pulled her legs under the chair so that some would splatter on her legs. People walking by looked at her and her face flushed bright red with embarrassment. She immediately regretted this decision but felt it was too late to stop. Annie stared at her with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. Jenny suddenly felt like crying, even though she had deliberately chosen to humiliate herself this way. She lowered her head and tried to hide her face with her hands but she could still feel the judgmental stares of passersby. She heard her heartbeat in her ears and felt the thump in her chest. Time seemed to slow down and she felt like she was peeing for eternity. Her stomach twisted in knots as hot pleasure from between her legs competed with embarrassment. Impulses wrestled back and forth in her mind. On one hand, she was already humiliated and wanted to shove a hand in her pants and pleasure herself right there, on the other hand she wanted to cover her face as much as possible with both of her hands. As her stream slowed down to a stop her emotional confusion gave way to anger and she mentally cursed herself for having such a childish fetish. She had the urge hit herself. The last of the pee in the seat dribbled to the ground and she finally looked up. Her face was bright red, her eyes were watery, and she just wanted to be invisible. Annie smiled and asked softly "Feel better?" Jenny nearly burst at her but simply nodded instead to avoid drawing even more attention to herself. As they stood up, Jenny looked around, afraid of the audience she would see. To her great relief, not one single person was looking at her. Her hot ass was obviously soaked. They walked for a while before Jenny had the courage to go into any more stores. Once the other emotions had faded away, Jenny was wildly turned on yet again. She would have to lock herself in the bathroom once more tonight at the hotel room. |
Some days are longer than others for Jakob, and some days Gunter gives him so many tasks that he barely has time for himself. Usually, he follows Jakob around or frequently checks up on him, and he always finds some sort of flaw that, no matter how hard Jakob tries, he isn’t able to fix to the knight’s standards. On days like this, he feels much more like a slave than a butler, and he can’t help but feel guilty for not being at Corrin’s side. He supposed to be serving her directly, not Gunter!
But there isn’t much he can do, and he spends the day deep cleaning, trying to get every area of the fortress as spotless as he possibly can, though every time Felicia has a mishap, Gunter decides to call him away to clean up after her, rather than making her sister deal with is, like usual. He must be in a mood today, or perhaps he’s still mad about the evening before, when Jakob mouthed off, though he’s rather proud of how sharp his tongue is becoming. But he can’t say he’s proud of the punishment it’s earned him, especially as it keeps him away from the princess, while Felicia tries to do everything for her, only to create even more work for him in the process.
The day passses both sowly and quicky; each task seems to take an eternity to finish, but the more he wants to get finished in time to see if Corrin needs him for anything, the closer to the end of the day it becomes. He’s running out of time, and he doesn’t even stop to think about the fact that he hasn’t had a single break, save for a quick lunch. Jakob hasn’t paused to relieve himself even once since when he first woke up, and when he does finally think about that, he realizes that his bladder has grown heavy throughout the day.
Wincing, he shakes his head and tries to ignore the full sensation. He’s in the middle of dusting, his third try on one particular shelf, and he doesn’t want Gunter to accuse him of slacking off again. Once he’s done with this, he’ll make his excuses, regardless of what Gunter may say, and he’ll take care of his growing need. And once he’s managed to get free of Gunter, he’ll go check up on Corrin.
The plan seems pretty flawless to him, and soon enough, he loses himself in his dusting, making sure to get every corner, to get absolutely every speck of dust. There’s no way Gunter will have any complaints this time, and he’s sure that his third time will be the charm. He’s so confident in this that his need is far from his mind, barely a concern since he’s certain it’ll be taken care of soon.
But when Gunter inspects his work, he slowly drags his finger along the shelf, and Jakob squeezes his thighs together when the knight isn’t looking. He sighs impatiently as Gunter scrutinizes his finger, and when he says, “Absolutely filthy. Try again and don’t be so sloppy this time,” Jakob wants to scream.
“How on earth-?! Your vision must be going bad, old man! That shelf has never been more clean, I made sure to-”
“Do it again,” is all Gunter says, with a look in his eyes that dares Jakob to talk back.
He does realize I’m not a child anymore, doesn’t he?
~X~
It takes him two more tries to get the shelf dusted to Gunter’s standards, and even then, all he says is, “I suppose this will do,” before dragging Jakob along with him to check on dinner preparations. The butler’s bladder is aching by now, but he hasn’t been able to get a word in edgewise as Gunter continues to lecture him on his supposedly “lackluster” cleaning.
At dinner, he at least gets to see Corrin, even if he isn’t able to really talk to her. He’s at her side to offer his service, and that’s all that really matters. After the meal, he’ll get away from Gunter for sure, and even if he has to return to chores once he’s relieved himself, he can do better for Corrin tomorrow. Right now, he can’t afford to risk wasting any time, or worry about anything other than taking care of this.
Dinner becomes more torturous for him as time goes on, as he has to stand stiffly and wait for an order of some sort. He does feel a bit better, having the princess in his sights, and he’s always quick to refill her glass, even though the sound of liquid is hardly welcome right now. Perhaps he may move a bit too quickly sometimes, as his overfull bladder gives pangs of protests more and more often. He never allows his expression to betray him, however.
Once Corrin’s meal is over, he and the other servants are able to have a quick dinner, and Jakob eats a bit more quickly than usual, his bladder so full that he barely feels hungry. He’s definitely not thirsty, and ignores his water completely. When he stands up to excuse himself, Gunter looks up at him and Jakob can feel dread washing over him.
“Felicia broke a cup and saucer just before dinner. Please go clean that up before you call it a day.”
Well, at least he said please!
Really, it’s a minor task, and Gunter says it politely enough that Jakob assumes he isn’t mad anymore, and that the punishment is over for now. Each step hurts a bit, as his bladder is jostled, but the cleanup is easy enough, and he’s finally done with his long, trouble some day, and not a moment too soon!
But as he wanders the halls, he comes across Corrin, of all people, and she breaks out in a relieved smile when she sees him. The kind of smile that makes his heart hurt, but he tries not to dwell too hard on that.
“Jakob, are you busy right now?”
“Of course not, milady,” he replies, forcing a smile and hoping that she can’t hear the strain in his voice. “Is there something you need?”
“Well, I’ve been having a hard time falling asleep for the past couple days, and I was wondering if you could brew some of that tea you do? It always helps me fall asleep,” she says.
Jakob honestly feels like crying, but he just keeps smiling and says, “Absolutely! Give me just one moment.”
“I’m sorry to bother you. I’m sure you must be tired.”
“Think nothing of it, milady. You know I live to serve.” And it’s true; no matter how badly he may need to piss, he would never neglect Corrin for second. If she has need of him, then she is his top priority, no questions asked. This is why he goes directly to the kitchen, rather than stopping along the way to empty his throbbing bladder.
Preparing tea is even harder on him in his current state, but still he tries for perfection. He would never dare to give Corrin anything less than the best, even if it means taking longer and drawing out his own suffering. Finally, he finishes up and prepares the tray, taking a deep breath before shakily carrying it to her bedroom. When he’s outside of her door, he steadies himself to hide any signs of desperation and he knocks. Once again, Corrin gives him that smile when she sees him and he knows that every extra bit of effort he puts in for her is more than worth it.
“Thanks so much,” she says. “If you’d like, you can stay with me for a little bit. Unless you’re too busy.”
As much as he wants to leave, he wouldn’t leave her until she’d finished her tea under any other circumstances, so he won’t be leaving her until the tea is gone tonight. His bladder feels like it’s at its very limit, but Jakob forces himself to stay strong, standing near Corrin’s bed while she sits and sips at her tea. He pours her another cup at her request, his legs pressed so tightly together that he hopes it isn’t obvious.
“You must be exhausted,” she says after a moment.
“What? Of course not.”
“You just seem out of it, is all. Are you feeling okay?”
He could kick himself for doing something to let on that he isn’t feeling one hundred percent. Instead, he forces another smile and says, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am just tired.”
“Well, I’m really sorry for keeping you up. Have you had a long day?” She offers him a sympathetic smile.
“You know how Gunter is,” he replies.
“I’m sure he’s just hard on you because he cares.”
“Oh, is that what he calls it?” Corrin laughs at his works, so Jakob laughs with her, but he immediately regrets it. A pang shoots through him that is so sharp he gasps, and when he feels a spurt of liquid escape, he can feel his blood running cold.
No, no, no, not now! Not now, not now, not now, please , just a little bit longer!
“Jakob?”
“Y-yes, milady?”
“Is something wrong?”
“Not at all!” He knows now that his voice is strained, and he can’t stand up straight anymore, and he squeezes his thighs together desperately, doing whatever he can to stop it for just long enough to take his leave. Anything to get out of here, before he...before he…
But he can’t move; if he were to take even a single step, he knows he would be done in, but Corrin is right in front of him, staring at him in concern, and one hand drops between his legs for a second before he quickly drops it, knowing that it will do him no good now. He tries to tell her not to look, or to apologize, or something , but the only sound that comes out of his mouth is a pathetic, broken moan as he begins to piss himself.
There’s so much, and it comes all at once, in a hot wave that soaks through his pants quickly, running down one of his legs. The room is so quiet that the sound of splashing is nearly deafening to him, and he closes his eyes, feeling tears pricking, threatening to fall, but at the very least, he doesn’t want to cry in front of Corrin.
After all these years he’s spent, trying to prove himself to her and show that he was worth the chance she gave him, he’s disgraced himself in such a way that he knows she won’t want him around anymore. He just knows it, because what use would she have for a butler who does something like this? And he isn’t sure how he’ll ever be able to face her again anyway.
It feels strange to finally have his bladder empty, after spending the whole day growing used to the ache, but the relief is far from his mind as he finally opens his eyes to see Corrin, still staring at him. “I-I...I’m so sorry, milady. I promise, I’ll have this cleaned up quickly and-and then...I can be gone by morning, if you wish. I won’t...I won’t…”
He doesn’t know where he’ll go, and he doesn’t want to go; he wants to stay here with her, more than anything in the world, but she wouldn’t want that now, not when-
“What? J-Jakob, don’t say that! You can’t just leave, I….I need you!”
“M-milady?”
She rises suddenly, and before he has the chance to react, pulls him into a tight hug. “Please, Jakob, you can’t go away. I’d be so sad if you left…”
“After doing something like this?”
“It was my fault, wasn’t it?”
“Wh- of course not!” He struggles in her embrace, not wanting her to hug him too tight, lest she get wet as well, but she won’t let him go.
“Yes it is. You’ve been working hard all day, and then I made you stay here with me. It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for me.”
“That’s ridiculous. You can’t blame yourself when you didn’t know any better…”
“Well, then, you can’t blame yourself for being devoted to your work!”
“Milady…”
“Please, Jakob,” she says, her voice more sincere than he’s ever heard it. “Just try not to be sad, okay? It happens! It’s not your fault, and I’m not upset, and I won’t tell anyone, or anything. I can even help you clean up if you want!”
“Now, what kind of butler would I be if I couldn’t handle a little mess by myself?”
“Please?” She pulls back from the hug, but only partially, staring up at him while still holding him. Silence descends on them for a moment and there is something in her eyes, something that he knows isn’t pity, though he isn’t quite sure what it is or why he feels a heat pooling in his stomach. “Let me help you.”
“I-if you insist,” he replies, though the two of them stand like that for a while, not quite hugging but not pulling away, and he finds that it’s very hard to breathe. Finally, Corrin pulls back with an awkward laugh and gets to cleaning, leaving Jakob to wonder what’s transpired. |
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