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0. My world
I am on the train to work. I haven’t done this in months since my job was made redundant. A sense of awkward familiarity filled my mind as the train pulled up at a platform that had seen a more crowded and lively past. The dejected looks on passengers’ faces around me seemed to highlight my feelings; the world is facing an unemployment crisis of epic proportions.
Recent advances in quantum computing have made advanced automation and artificial intelligence cheap and comparatively easy to apply and implement. Every conceivable job was now at threat from a robot that either met or exceeded a human when it came to performance. It didn’t help with the Gini numbers either; the rich were simply choosing to deal with robots rather than people.
Taxes on robot work populations have been raised and universal income has been implemented by most of the developed world’s highly automated governments. However, the core issue is still pretty much intact; the practice of hiring humans to build robots that they train to replace themselves is still rampant. This was my story; I successfully built a system that could perform my own job. Teach the teachers, train the trainers, they used to say. Now it’s morphed into automated behavioural plagiarism. People were losing their purpose.
But no, I need to tell myself, I am headed for a different destiny today. I will change the future. My new role as an AI behaviour analyst certainly sounded exciting; I will get to deal with the best and latest in humanoid technology in the hopes of shaping it for a better and more sustainable future than the current….
My thoughts trailed as I felt a tingle between my thighs. I instinctively tensed and brought my knees together as I sat on the hard train seat. I was caught by surprise; the wave was getting stronger and I gripped the hem of my skirt to compensate for the tension. I held on fast until the wave passed. Shucks, I thought to myself. I forgot to pee before I boarded the train! Again!
That thought transformed my mental state. I was suddenly conscious of myself, in the train. I immediately noticed that three men were seated opposite me whom I hadn’t noticed prior; a rather cute dude around my age, an average looking middle aged guy and a blading grandfather with golden tufts. All of them were looking at my lower body as I gazed forward. It suddenly dawned on me that my black office skirt was rather short, tight and had ridden up. My panties were showing! And they are white! I hope they aren’t damp yet??
I quickly pulled on the hem of my skirt and felt another tingle coming. I held on, clenched my thighs together and looked up. Another 2 more stops to go. I can make it. I wanted to hold myself so badly using my hands, but there was no way I was going to give such a spectacle to three intent onlookers. Dang the thigh gap. I wish my thighs would squeeze in and hold it for me.
My mind started drifting again as I thought about my predicament in relation to my thigh gap. I always felt that my sharp features, long legs and firm butt complete with a thigh gap were a boon rather than a bane. The package was enough to attract many eyes especially when I was in jeans; undoubtedly, I definitely did appreciate some of those eyes. It made me appreciate my body, something which helped me overcome the guilt that I never worked to get that tone and rather sensual figure I had. But all this boon didn’t help my petite bladder at all.
The length of time I could hold my pee shaped my behaviour greatly. I remember going to the extent of dehydrating myself before exams in a valiant effort to make it through the 3 hour papers while I was at College (I only succeeded once, discounting the fact that I wet myself on the way to the bathroom). Needing to go so often gave me enough reason to prefer skirts over anything else as I could wet myself without too much visible damage. In fact, I got into the habit of applying hydrophobic coatings (thank heavens for the geek in me) to the inside of all my skirts to prevent any liquid from ‘wetting’ the material. This effectively made my entire skirt wardrobe waterproof, at least from the inside. I even started doing Kegels in my early teens as part of a campaign to avoid running to the bathroom every half hour.
While the Kegels had their intended effect of significantly increasing the number of tingles (or urges/waves, in more common parlance) I could hold on for, the main effect of the 16 years of training seemed completely lewd to me. I gradually started becoming aroused when I needed to go and could reach climax much faster than before.
To add to this, I recently discovered that I could climax spontaneously if I have to go very badly and was horny enough. This happened on a date with a really hot guy I met on a dating site; I was putting off going to the bathroom because I am rather shy in person and did not want to be ‘rude’. Besides, he was a whole bunch of positive adjectives combined, and I found him really attractive, both intellectually and physically.
We were walking along the riverside after dinner and drinks. I was getting buzzed, aroused and being rapidly filled up all at the same time. We were teasing each other and his hand on my hips didn’t help. His soft touch on my back only made it even worse. I was acutely aware that my panties were soaked (with what was probably much more than just pee) and that I was fighting to hold back what was probably my 20th tingle, but I was so horny that I just wanted him.
Finally, at the tip of the pier, he slowly brought his lips towards mine, teased me a bit before giving me the most lustful and wet kiss I had in my life. It was then that I felt his engorged package poking at my bladder through his pants and my dress. It was too much. The lights felt like they went out; I was suddenly gasping for breath as waves of pleasure washed over me. I remember shuddering and almost collapsing into his embrace. The next few moments were a blur of sensations. On reflection, I think it was a combination of me jetting hot pee into my panties followed very rapidly with a second orgasm.
I basically came twice and emptied my bladder into my panties, wetting my dress, his trousers and shoes. He wasn’t impressed and I was shocked by what happened after. Upon realizing what had happened, he immediately threw me away, literally. I fell to the ground from the shock and he started scolding me for wetting myself. He seemed more concerned about the plight of his trousers and shoes, which were brand new, as I recall him saying. Worse still, I had to find my own way back that night in that state… |
1. The station
The train chimed as I snapped back into the current moment. One more stop to go. It was all rather arousing flipping through the pages of memory discovering my body. I could feel the familiar warm arousal pulsing through my nether regions. I felt like touching myself; the prison of social etiquette was binding me back and denying the pleasure.
The tingling was growing again. I clenched again in response, and almost moaned as I felt little spikes of pleasure radiate from between my thighs. I was starting to flush and I could feel the tension building; I tried to calm myself down by breathing slowly. This was definitely not the place to have an explosive spontaneous orgasm. I looked out the window and saw buildings moving by; immediately I recognized the high-tech industrial park that I was entering. Phew. My stop’s coming soon. Now to stand up and get to the bathroom.
The train slowed down and pulled into a gleaming new stop. I found it fascinating that this was one of the handful of stops that had been constructed from scratch over an existing train line while it was still in operation. The fascination turned into lamentation as I further recalled that the whole station was printed from the ground up with zero human intervention. Everything, including mechanical and electrical services, were installed and tested by robots. How disgusting.
The doors opened. I absent-mindedly stood up with gusto. The tingling suddenly increased tenfold and I cringed. Ah. I really need the potty! I felt two spurts, a large followed by a small one, moisten my panties as I tried clamping my urethra shut while walking to the door at the same time. I’m pretty sure that my butt was sticking out (again) as I put in effort to do that; I could see from the corner of my eye that those three perverts who were sitting opposite me were turning their heads to watch me walk. I was still stumbling with my Kegel clenching walking coordination as I stepped onto the platform; I was pretty sure a drop of pee made it through my panties to the floor between my legs as some slipped through my muscles. Should have worn a pad.
I continued walking on. I was putting in so much effort to hold everything in while taking normal strides that I could feel my butt and my inner thighs getting moist with sweat from the workout. I guess that’s why they are tone. I took a quick glance back to see if I really left anything on the floor. Sure enough, there an unmistakable little trail of shiny droplets in the distance on the glossy black floor. Oops. Quick. Toliet.
Fortunately, I already had a sort of live dress rehearsal of this activity prior during my interview with the company. I arrived at the station in more or less the same state, having partaken in the same quantity of fluids and food (thanks to my daily morning ritual of some boiled oats, a glass of juice and a glass of water) and then forgetting to pee before boarding the train.
My quest the first time for the toilet turned into a torturous holding exercise as I discovered that the automated assistant at the counter didn’t know what a bathroom was. I combed the unstaffed station methodically before locating the inconveniently placed toilet two floors away from the platform behind an unmarked door. I didn’t quite make it during the rehearsal; I explosively wet myself just in front of the stall door after the sight of the ‘female’ toilet sign triggered a massive bladder spasm that overcame my super-Kegels. It was quite an orgasmic relief, and I probably did just have some sort of a micro orgasm, but nothing compared to the pier experience.
At least I know where the bathroom is now. I took small but quick steps as I retraced my route to the hidden bathroom. Down the stairs instead of the lift to keep my legs active so as to help me hold, along the corridor and into the unmarked door. Relief awaited me as I caught sight of the female toilet sign. I fought off the spasm that the expectation of release spawned, openly pressing my hand against my crotch as I yanked the door open. It was a simple and obviously very under-utilized bathroom; two stalls, a sink, a fan-blade and a mirror.
I ran to the nearest stall and pulled at the handle. Nothing. I pulled again. Nothing budged. I looked up in disbelief. What? I immediately tried the other stall next to it. The door opened, but of all things, it was a shower stall with a fixed shower spray. Seriously! What was the architectural design algorithm doing?!
I hesitated as another tingling wave started. It’s difficult to placate a disappointed bladder. I dropped my handbag, worked my muscles and squeezed between my crotch as hard as I could through my skirt with both my hands. Even then, I could feel a small trickle starting to wet my already moist panties. A few drops beaded off my skirt’s secret inner coating and fell to the floor as I frantically looked around for solutions. A small pee streak had already reached down the side of my thigh into my heels. Pee in the sink? On the floor like last time? Not again??
A glint of metal from the shower stall caught my eye. I suddenly realized that the shower stall had a drainage hole. Maybe that’s a better idea? I hobbled over into the stall with one hand stuffed to my crotch, pulled up my skirt and squatted facing the hole. The tingling intensified dramatically. My muscles were tense and I could feel my pussy quivering as I strained to hold it with my legs held apart by the squat. An overwhelming urge was building. My pelvic floor pulsed uncontrollably; the first spurts broke loose and soaked my damp panties.
It felt so good, but I know I couldn’t last and I instinctively didn’t want an orgasm. At least not yet. I quickly pulled my panties aside and exploded. My stream shot out like a thick needle. I closed my eyes as I felt the pee gushing out of my bladder and counted how long I peed for. One-thousand..two-thousand.. The relief washed over me as my bladder emptied. 15 full seconds of relief. I usually manage 10 on average or even 12 when I’m really desperate, but 15 was a new record!
When I was done, I stood up, pulled down my panties and had a look. They were wet and full of arousal slime. Messy. Really should have worn a pad. I was so tempted to finger myself but my watch reminded me that it was time to be in office by startling me with an alarm. Damm. I quickly got up with my panties still at my knees and hobbled over to my handbag; fortunately, I had learnt to keep a practically infinite supply of wet wipes and tissues to clear up after an accident.
I used the wet wipes and the tissue to clean and dry myself off. I shuddered as the tissue rubbed against my still swollen clitoris. No, this is not the time! Fortunately, I keep my pubic region shaved to allow easy clean-up, so I made a concerted effort to avoid touching my clit again as I worked my way through from the from to the back. It was so tempting to do so, but I held myself. My vagina was still happily sliming away and I knew it’d stain anyway, so I didn’t bother too much. I then turned to my panties; luckily, I was wearing my ‘lucky panties’ (a white silky satin pair with pretty black lace around the top) which were not particular absorbent and easily cleared up. Back as new! Kinda, I suppose. Horny stains don’t count.
I threw away the wipes and the tissue in what must have been the most advanced bin I had ever seen and made my way out of the complex. It was a 5-minute walk to the company HQ. My mind started wandering again. 15 seconds! That was amazing. I could still recall the time when my whole bladder would empty in just 6 seconds as a result of me not being able to hold it past the second urge. I felt a strange sense of accomplishment for roughly doubling my bladder capacity by simply resisting the urge to go for longer. Maybe I should quantify what 1 second is in volume? |
2. Company
A fleeting thought crossed my mind as I gazed at the individuals walking past me on the street. My bladder must still be pathetic compared to most girls. I wondered how it felt to be able to go without a toilet for half a day or even a day. My best friend at my previous workplace, Charlotte, was able to hold a night’s worth of pee and still be able to make it to work after breakfast without any visible leakage. Maybe I should ask her someday how it feels.
The story of how I found out replayed in my mind. It was a company party and I stayed over at her place nearby because I was so tipsy. She was rather drunk too and kind of invited me back. I knew she was fond of me and I always wondered if she wanted to start a relationship with me; I sometimes saw her looking at me with eyes that I was more accustomed to observing from guys. We didn’t really get together but are still very close.
Nevertheless, we spent what was left of the evening together and ended up hugging each other to sleep, naked, which I admit was rather nice. She even fondled with my breasts and I explored her body before we slept. We didn’t really kiss or get ‘romantic’, however. It felt odd to me and I think she could sense it. She did a rather strange thing though; she told me that it’s OK to wet the bed before we closed our eyes. She knew my bladder really well.
I recall waking up around 2am after about an hour of sleep with a throbbing headache and a very full bladder with maximum tingling going on. I instantly felt a wave coming and tensed to hold it in, my legs shifting in the process, knowing that I had to get to the bathroom soon. I must have woken Charlotte with my fidgeting; she stirred and asked me if I was ok. I told her I had to pee; she sleepily whispered for me to come closer in her embrace. I still remember her words: ‘I want to feel you squirm... ‘
Her whisper perked my senses and made me acutely aware that her right hand was stretching from behind me and reaching down towards my belly and stroking it. The effort from holding was causing me to arch my back; my upper belly and butt stuck out in opposite directions. Then I felt her caress my left breast with her other hand that passed under my neck; she fondled slowly with my nipple. She was very round and well-built compared to me and I felt her warmth and breasts pressing against me as she pulled me in towards her. It felt really nice.
I started feeling another strong tingle coming and tensed in preparation for it. ‘You’re holding?’, she asked. ‘Yeah.’, I replied, not knowing how she figured out. ‘How did you know?’ ‘Your body is squirming like a little cute thing. You can hold it in yeah? Try your best.’, she replied encouragingly. Not knowing what to say, I whimpered ‘Ok.’ Her right hand migrated downwards and started stroking my trembling inner thighs. Her touch was magically sensual and I admit to almost asking her to explore my privates.
But before I could ask, another stronger tingle hit me. I knew at this point that I probably won’t last long; nevertheless, I strained even harder to keep it all in. I was already close to my limit after being filled while asleep by everything I had drank. I was rather embarrassed and was worried that I would spurt onto Charlotte’s hand down there, after all, I wasn’t wearing panties that would dampen the force of a big leak. She obviously felt me tensing again and whispered ‘I can help you. Can I?’
I couldn’t find the energy to answer and simply nodded. She slowly moved her fingers along my thighs towards my swollen clitoris. ‘You’re so wet. You leaked?’ I was surprised, maybe I didn’t feel the small leaks without the panties to hold the dampness to my skin. ‘Oops.’ I replied. Huge waves of pleasure shot through me as she slowly started stroking me. I moaned and squirmed, probably much to Charlotte’s pleasure. It was all so nice and I pressed myself against her hand.
The tingling sensation was rapidly replaced with one of sexual climax; I knew I was going to cum soon if she continued. Suddenly I felt that familiar light dimming feeling; I shut my eyes as the climax hit me. I felt my muscles pulsing and pee shooting out of me with each climatic spasm. I tried to end it with them clenched to keep whatever pee that was left inside me in, but the effort made me come again as her pace of stroking turned into rubbing. I was moaning uncontrollably from all the pleasure.
I must have repeated that at least a total of 3 times before I was empty. I was exhausted and we both lay in a mess of sheets with my pee. Charlotte was still holding me and gave me a squeeze hug from behind. She whispered ‘It’s ok. Close your eyes and sleep?’ I listened and fell asleep almost instantly.
The next morning, we woke up late; we were both in a rush to have breakfast, get cleaned up and dressed to go back to the office. I recall peeing and pooping once when I woke up and peeing another time just before we left the house; I clearly did not see her pee while she was in the shower (we shared the single bathroom to speed things up) and she definitely did not use the potty that I had already sat on twice that morning. She did rush off really quickly to the bathroom when we reached the office, though, and that when I was starting to need to go again. I tried to imagine how long she peed for and the massive (to me at least) size of her bladder. Principally, she had held her pee for approximately four times longer than I did. It was quite interesting I noticed these little things. Maybe I am a pervert after all. |
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3. An Introduction
The company HQ was just ahead. I pushed the door open and stepped into the gleaming reception hall of my new office. To my amazement, a rather pretty female human receptionist greeted me and guided me to a waiting meeting room as she contacted the director who I was supposed to meet. I was at first wondering why she was talking to thin air and if she had some telepathy going on. It then dawned on me that she had a mobile communication implant which was a new fad; I caught sight of the tiny scar running up the right side of her neck. After showing me to the waiting lounge, she even asked me if I wanted a drink. I asked for some warm water as always. This was the first time I had interacted with a human receptionist in years; most were automated Jarvis-style systems. I was almost amused.
It was a beautiful small meeting room with a glass coffee table surrounded by plush sofas overlooking what appeared to be a central courtyard. The courtyard was curated and had little paths lined with shrubs, trees and even had a little pond with a couple of reading benches overlooking it. The receptionist came back in with a largish mug of warm water; I took several sips of water as I looked on even though I was thirsty; I didn’t want to have to ask for a bathroom so quickly.
The door opened and a familiar face entered. Andrew was the director of the humanoid artificial intelligence product development division. He was on the panel during my interview. I stood up and received his offer for a handshake. ‘Morning Aisha. Welcome to Xizor Dynamics. I trust you had a good journey here?’ So much for a good journey, I thought to myself. I shook his hand and rattled off some small talk. I hope my smiles were sweet enough to put myself in a good position. Our conversation continued.
He covered various topics including what I will be doing, where I will be in the organizational tree and basic meetings he wanted me to be at. I was to be attached to the advanced humanoid behaviour lab where I would be working with a team to perfect the latest prototype that represented the culmination of years of research. It was a robot designed with one intention; to mimic creation itself and provide a means to integrate robots with humans more harmoniously.
It was a brazen idea. To me, it sounded quite on the edge of what I would consider morally palatable. To solve the world’s problems with robots replacing people in jobs, the company aimed to introduce an affordable robotic humanoid that was practically indifferentiable to a human in terms of appearance and behaviour. This was designed to empower any person with the ability to ‘own’ a robotic partner that would essentially be the main breadwinner. It wasn’t exactly ‘owning’ (the sales and marketing team was supposed to come up with an alternate marketing strategy to avoid the potential issue of enslavement), but it was fundamentally that.
It was all rather strange. Imagine a robotic wife or husband who would go to work to be subsumed into the machinery of a corporation, losing its personality during that time period, and to return home with its personality reloaded. The idea was further envisaged to solve the social issues that loomed in the world at large; providing company to individuals who would have otherwise died from isolation, helping single parents without a suitable job for the new economy struggling to bring up kids, resolving huge gender imbalances in certain countries, accompanying individuals who are unable or refuse to marry because of a bleak future ahead, alleviating aged care personnel shortages…the list went on.
I was very intrigued as Andrew went on for about half an hour as he went into details. It sounded like they were already at the stage of product development where they had managed to put together a robot that was physically indistinguishable to the human eye from a real human. What was left was to sort out bugs, kinks and to figure out how to provide naturalistic physical variations for the being. I probed the budget and scale behind this; he was very reluctant to reveal the true cost behind it but mentioned that it was being funded by a large sovereign entity that he refused to name. So much for sovereign interests. I guess I’ll find out one day.
When Andrew was done, he indicated to me to stay in the room while the HR officer brought me through the automated staff management system and asked me if I wanted another drink. I looked down at my mug and realized I had unconsciously finished it while talking. Not again. Probably will have to really ask for a bathroom soon. I declined any further drink and Andrews left, but was brought a mug of rather fragrant tea by the pretty receptionist I encountered earlier regardless. Sigh. Looks like Andrews really thinks I need a drink.
I tried to feel my bladder and was rather surprised that I didn’t really have to pee yet. Maybe it was stretched from the morning hold? Temptation gave in and I started sipping the tea as I looked out of the window over the courtyard. This place is starting to be more mysterious than I thought. I wonder what kind of humanoid they were developing. A million questions raced through my head. How did they give the robot a social character? Was it predetermined or dynamically driven? What if they created a psychopathic without knowing they did? Did the robot have to eat or drink? Sleep? He mentioned wife and husband. Did that mean sex? How on earth did they handle that in product development? Would it make the problem of robots even worse now that they..were indistinguishable from humans? Should I be doing this? What have I got myself into?
A click from the door startled me. I put down my half-finished tea, looked up and saw a young petite lady around my age stepping in. She was dressed in similar business attire as I was save for the much lighter colour theme. She was smaller, shorter than me and was rather cute. She was hugging a holo-tablet which I guessed provided access to the HR system. ‘I am Elina, HR manager for your division.’ We shook hands and had a short chat before she went straight to the point - running me through all the ‘essentials’ of the system. This included an AI staff well-being counsellor that she frankly admitted was rather dumb, and mentioned that I could approach her if I had any problems. I wonder what problems I would run into. She then indicated to me that she would bring me to my private office and run me through the lab team I would be working with. I was rather taken aback by the speed at which sped through everything, but took everything in nevertheless.
I was about to stand up when she chirped, ‘Why don’t you finish your tea? It’s expensive stuff’. I hesitantly looked at the cup; I knew I could finish it but I wondered what the consequences would be. Heck it. I picked the cup up and confidently drained all of its contents into my stomach. Can’t be that difficult to find a bathroom, right? I picked up my bag, stood up and followed her out of the room.
I could feel that my bladder was getting just a little tingly, but curiosity was powering me ahead; I wanted to see for myself what the lab had and what this humanoid robot of theirs was. I momentarily set my personal needs aside. We walked across to the other side of the sprawling complex and took an elevator to the 7th floor; much to my surprise and pleasure, I had been assigned a very spacious private office overlooking the same courtyard from the opposing direction.
We made our way down to ground floor in relative silence after I had locked my handbag at my desk. She then mentioned to me that the actual lab was further away, about 10 minutes’ ride, and asked me if we could stop a while for her to use the bathroom. I looked at her with surprise. Wow. Did I just find a friend? I haven’t had someone else ask me that before. ‘Sure, of course. Let’s get a pee break. I have to go too.’ She smiled and hugged her holo-tablet and spun around to lead me to the toilet. Did she rush through the meeting with me because she had to pee? But I didn’t see her fidgeting.
The bathroom was probably one of the most well-equipped I had ever seen. It had ten stalls, a make-up station and an array of sinks with futuristic nanoparticle air blade taps installed that cleaned using a blast of an alcohol/water mix that was aerosolized to minimize water use. There was even a dedicated, automated hair-drying and styling station at one end of the mirrors. I pointed to that and asked Elina, ‘Have you used that before?’ ‘Well, once. It’s OK I guess. Just don’t go in with very long hair, it’ll do dumb things to try to finish using the length of your hair.’, she replied.
We both went into separate stalls beside each other. I was incredibly interested in finding out how desperate Elina was. Even though the sight of the potty caused my need to increase tenfold, I clenched and held on as I closed the door, trying my best to remain silent as I listened to every detail that Elina produced. I heard rustling as she pulled her panties down and her skirt up. Instead of a stream starting, I heard suspicious soft mewing. Seriously, is she using this opportunity to feel herself up?
An additional 30 or so seconds of mewing passed before I decided she probably was really feeling herself up. My right hand was already stuffed between my thighs at this point. I could feel my pussy starting to tingle with a very different need leftover from my train ride earlier; everything around there was starting to swell from my deliberate hold. Hints of an orgasm were building. I turned towards the potty, pulling my skirt out of the way and my panties down before sitting down, heaving a sigh of relief as I released. The orgasmic feeling subsided before peaking as I emptied. Phew. I knew there was no way I could stay silent while having an orgasm. Elina would have heard it. That would have been so embarrassing. The jet I produce is always somehow rather thick; this time, it hit the bowl with a loud rushing noise that filled the bathroom. 9 seconds. Didn’t hold too much this time.
Almost as soon as I finished, I heard a rather loud mew come from next door followed by a slightly more musical noise of a small jet hitting the synthetic porcelain bowl; it went on for way longer than 9 seconds, probably 20 or more. Looks like I really have a small bladder. Sigh. I used an incredibly advanced bidet device that worked on the same principle as the nanoparticle taps before putting my panties and skirt in place and opening the stall door. I got my hands washed before turning around; Elina was still in her cubicle. I hesitated; should I wait for her here or outside? Maybe I should find out more about her. |
4.The Lab
Finally deciding to leave her in peace, I stepped out of the bathroom and loitered around the corporate tombstone display that was in the reception area. Best employer of the year (2045), one read. Congratulations. 10,000th Bastion Mk IV supplied, read another. Interesting. I didn’t know they do defence robots too. I heard Elina’s peculiar heel clicks as she approached the area. ‘Sorry for taking so long’, she apologized and smiled. She approached the pretty receptionist who seemed to know exactly what Elina wanted; she was handed a cup of tea, a lanyard with a holo-card, something that looked a bit like an authorization token for a vehicle and two 500ml bottles of water.
‘Here, have this. You have to wear it at all times, or nasty things will happen’, Elina said as she handed me the lanyard. She took a sip of the tea and winked, ‘There was some of the lovely tea left from your session earlier.’ I promptly wore it and asked ‘What nasty things?’
‘Well, you see, the facility is considered classified and is guarded by automated drones that might choose to disable you should they not detect a pass on you.’
‘Disable?’
‘Yes, disable. Like spray gooey stuff at you that prevents you from moving at all.’
I looked with puzzlement as we stepped out of the building.
‘You sound familiar with the process of disablement.’ It was meant to be a joke, but sometimes, I guess I don’t sound funny at all. Elina didn’t get it at first and I think she was weirded out, but she got it after a few moments and smiled. She did have a rather sweet smile. ‘Well, I did get gooed up once when I first joined, and it was quite an unforgettable experience. Call me out for lunch if you want to hear what happened.’ She winked.
I found it rather odd we had to discuss it over lunch another time. Maybe that’s my opportunity to know her better and figure out what she was doing in the bathroom earlier. We walked over to a waiting rover and got in. Elina flashed the token she was carrying and the seats locked in place; we were automatically strapped in and the vehicle went on its way along the road. It was a cool day but the sun was up; Elina got out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. Should have brought mine along.
‘Do you commute to the Lab every day like this?’ I asked. ‘No, but I thought I’ll pop by for a visit to see how the folks are doing. I haven’t been in a couple of weeks. My office is one level below yours, in the building we just left.’, she chirped. ‘You can actually take public transport two more stops down and you’ll be at the lab. We are taking this so I can show you the campus.’
Me: ‘Cool. How long have you been here?’
Elina: ‘A couple of years? Lots has been happening since I joined though. The team you are joining tripled in size since I came in.’
Tripled in size. Really. Me: ‘Do you know what they are up to?’
Elina: ‘Well, I roughly do, but I don’t quite understand it when you guys go into that techno babble talk. I know they are creating this robot that looks like one of us.’
Me: ‘One of us?’
Elina: ‘Yeah.. you’ll see. I think they need your help in assessing and sorting out some.. social issues it’s having. At least, that’s what I read in your job description..’
Me: ‘You’re such a HR nut.’
Elina: ‘Don’t blame me? My title says HR Manager!’
I smiled. By now, Elina had finished her cup of tea and had folded the cup into a little square. She took one of the bottles of water, opened it and took a drink. I looked on in astonishment as she gulped down half of the bottle over a three second period. She handed me the other bottle, as if expecting me to do the same. ‘It’s good to stay hydrated. Thought you’ll like to have this.’
‘Thanks’, I replied. Out of obligation I opened the bottle and drank several full mouthfuls, consuming slightly more than a third of the bottle.
We were passing by street after street of swanky, futuristic buildings. Elina started naming them and admitting that she couldn’t remember what some of them were. Many were devoted to defence or extremely specialized products, for instance, there was a building which was dedicated solely to producing customized motors for artificial limbs.
‘We produce everything on site here. I understand from the technical guys that this allows them to prototype really quickly.’ I could hear the uncertainty in her voice, but it was chirpy enough to be forgivable. Just as she finished, the rover we were riding in started slowing down and a chime started sounding. ‘We’re here.’, Elina said as she put it into parking mode.
The Lab was basically a massive, triple storied, high bay white warehouse with huge full height sliding doors. ‘Lab 28’ was stencilled in huge characters on the door; it looked almost surreal and out from a movie set. We stepped in. The space inside was subdivided by container-like buildings with windows; the building seemed to have its own marked internal streets and alleyways. The place was abuzz with activity. There were people even cycling around. I could see test equipment crowding lab benches through the ground level windows we walked by. ‘Those containers are labs’, Elina said as we walked past one.
After walking a considerable distance, Elina scanned her pass and opened the door to what looked to be the largest internal container building. We stepped into a double storied space. It was a land of organized chaos; there were wires, test harnesses and test equipment everywhere. Some were fixed on test consoles and benches running along the sides, others were strapped onto yellow trolleys.
There was a cluster of holographic displays at the far end of the room with quite a few people crowding around; some were in white lab coats, others were in shirts and jeans. It seemed like this was the place for casual office attire. Looks like I overdressed. Oops. Maybe I shouldn’t have opted for this skirt and blazer combination. We started walking towards the display cluster. It was a good 50 meters away and I couldn’t help but notice the peculiar setup in the middle of the room that we were walking by.
A large robotic arm mounted to the floor held a black metal panel in a near vertical position a few inches above the ground. The metal plate had a black felt padding at the front and had probably the strangest object in the room secured to it via straps.
It, or probably I should say, she, was clothed, and was standing on modest heels on little shelves that were welded perpendicularly to the metal panel. The straps securing her to the panel stretched across her arms, legs, waist and chest. The position she was in made seem as if she was standing with her arms by her side and legs about shoulder width apart.
She was wearing an off-white top, a brown belt, a short dark grey denim skirt and a blue denim jacket. Her hair was black and she had sharp, pretty features that were similar to mine. I looked again. Suspiciously similar to mine. Her eyes were closed; It looked like she was sleeping. Looking more closely I noticed that the grey material of her skirt had a dark patch in front at about the position of her crotch that a streak down to the hem of the skirt. It looked almost like a stain. Is that what I think it is? |
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5. The Subject
‘Aisha?’ I snapped out of my stare as soon as I heard Elina’s voice calling out to me from about 10 meters away. I didn’t realize I had stopped walking. She was standing beside a guy in a white lab coat; he towered over her and was about a foot taller than me. I briskly walked over and stuck out my hand. ‘This is Jan, the overall test lead.’
Jan: ‘Hi Aisha, you’re finally here. I read your work profile and was really impressed with your work on humanizing robots and human-robot interaction. We thought that you’ll be a great help over here with what we are trying to do.’
Me: ‘Thank you. Guess I didn’t get to publish any papers on that though..’
Jan: ‘It’s ok, not everyone looks at papers. I see you have already got really intrigued by our prototype.’
Me: ‘Yes. What exactly is she?’
Jan: ‘Suppose Andrew didn’t give you a brief?’
Me: ‘No. Could you fill me in?’
Jan: ‘It, or she, is Lenna. She’s in standby now, so we officially use the moniker ‘it’, but for the sake of maintaining inverse-Turing protocols we refer to ‘it’ as ‘she’ when it’s awake.’
Jan had encroached on my specialty. I overreacted to his advice: ‘That’s great. I see you have already have some interaction policies in place. Judging by your caution it looks like you have already experienced some issues with the AI suffering from existential crises and cascading depression from being treated non-equivalently. I sure hope this subject here did not reach that state. I observed progression and prognosis in simulated virtual intelligence and it was not pleasant at all - I can imagine it would be much more severe with an actual physical being.’
Jan’s eyes sparkled. It was as if I spoke a miracle. He paused for a moment and replied: ‘Unfortunately, you are absolutely right. She has already tried destroying herself more than once since she was activated last month. We have been trying very hard to alter her neural matrices in an effort to reverse the behavior and to prevent self-destruction from happening repeatedly, but it’s getting exponentially more complex to do so as she learns. I admit we are running out of ideas. Really hoping you’re our savior.’ Jan smiled.
Elina looked at us blankly and sighed. I guess she couldn’t really understand why we were so concerned about a non-living being, and I could see her point.
I turned towards Elina and asked: ’Elina, is there anything else I need to do?’
Elina brightened up. ‘Well, I think I should introduce you to the rest of the immediate team, or perhaps Jan can do it.’
The team was a mash of misfits; a total geek who could only babble technical terms, a shy girl who would only say her name and say hi, a burly guy with tattoos who was obviously some sort of mechanic and a few others that hardly made an impression. We completed the mandatory introductions when I felt a first tingle from my bladder. I deployed my usual bladder control strategy of squeezing my pelvic muscles until the wave passed. I looked at Elina and noted that she had already finished her bottle of water. Maybe I can count on her to lead me to a bathroom.
‘That’s your team!’ she chirped. ‘I’ll hang around her to chat with a few of them, you can continue your geek talk with Jan. Tell me when you’re done so I can bring you back! I don’t like going back in that buggy alone.’
Jan was standing near ‘it’ looking at a few screens that were mounted on a movable trolley. I approached him; this was incredible and I had to have a closer look. I walked up and was about half a meter from the robot when he stopped me. ‘Not good to get too close. We’re undergoing tuning right now and there could be unexpected movement.’
Me: ‘Sorry. I just wanted to have a look.’
Jan: ‘Ok, but don’t get too close. I’ll get back to you shortly once I am done with checking the parameter bounds of the process the guys are executing.’
I examined the subject best as I could with my eyes. I couldn’t tell that it was artificial at all. Maybe its skin was a tad bit too perfect for reality. Maybe not; I was conjuring up reasons to explain my pre-biased perception that it was artificial in the first place. The only obvious hint that something was different was the fact that its left pinkie finger was ‘snapped’ backwards to reveal a data port that was connected to a cable which snaked across the floor to an equipment rack mounted against the wall.
There was a huge amount of information being displayed on the consoles near the black metal panel; everything from virtual blood pressure to neuronal activity was visualized. There were a few rather interesting statistics in bright bold font on the right most screen:
Reserve battery charge: 0%
Fuel reserves: 11%
…
Jan interrupted my curious eyes: ‘Done. The process should be OK now, or at least, I hope it’s good. Judging by your curiosity, you probably want to know more about ‘it’.’
Me: ‘Yeah, everything you can tell me.’
Jan: ‘Okay. Where should I start. Lenna is an amalgamation of multiple proprietary Xizor technologies.’
Me: ‘That’s not much of an answer.’
Jan laughed. ‘You obviously won’t fall for that. I’ll treat you to a more through overview. Lenna is a bio-mechanical robot. It has a carbon fibre composite skeleton that mimics human kinematics and joint movement closely through the use of micro-gyros, accelerometers and actuation servos embedded throughout the structure. High level motion instructions are used to drive the movement of this structure. This process is driven by a feedback loop comprising a network of high-speed embedded neural networks implemented on application specific integrated circuits in combination with the gryos, accelerometers and servos; motion objectives are first decomposed into low level servo activation patterns which are then adjusted to account for force feedback from the micro-gyros and accelerometers before being used to drive the servos themselves. The resulting motion is then fed back in and sensor data is reevaluated until the motion instruction is fulfilled; in this way the entire system works to achieve fine balance and movement control that is probably equivalent to that of a well-trained athlete. If you are familiar with human anatomy, all these components are essentially analogous and perform the same task as the localized control processes that operate in the human skeletomuscular system.
All high level operational functions are controlled by a quantum computer running a neuronal simulator in real time; this serves as its artificial brain. Essentially, the neuronal simulator provides all services such as conscious control, thought, instinct and environmental processing that a normal human has. Yet another separate conventional computer system monitors and administers autonomous robotic functions like power regulation; these are largely procedural and would probably be analogous to the parasympathetic nervous system.
It’s flesh, soft organs and skin are comprised of 3-d printed synthetic flesh bonded to the skeleton. Conductive channels embedded in the flesh link skin sensors to the neuronal simulator to provide haptic feedback for the system. The artificial soft tissues have the ability to regenerate and renew if necessary using nutrients absorbed from the fuel system. The flesh in what we term as high detail locations such as the face are integrated fully with artificial muscles; not all movement is controlled by servos - we used artificial muscle where fine control was necessary to achieve realism.’
The speed at which Jan rattled off was amazing. I doubt I even understood it all, but to me it made sense from a system level engineering perspective: ‘Thank you for the whirlwind summary. It’s essentially a physical human emulator. You are implying that it has a full set of artificial internal organs?’
Jan: ‘No, it only has physically accessible organs. You can read the documentation for details if you want.’
Physically accessible organs. What on earth. I guess that would refer to organs which are purely cosmetic?
Me: ‘What kind of fuel system does it use?’
Jan: ’Ah. This is the most interesting part. During the design phase, we figured out that a robot built for such a purpose and aim should be able to continue operating even when located far away from an electrical recharge point. Thus, we set the goal of using sugar as a source of energy since most life depends on it and it is easily available and renewable on a worldwide basis.’
I couldn’t decide if he was joking. ‘Sugar?’
Jan: ‘Yes, sugar. The power system providing energy to the robot has a specially miniaturized fuel cell that oxidizes sugar to generate electrical power.’
I was still amused. ‘So it eats sugar?’
Jan: ’Not exactly. Theoretically it could do so, but it would need to consume that with a bit of water. The fuel cell requires an aqueous environment to oxidize the sugar because it depends on several engineered enzymes produced by a colony of application-specific artificial microbes to extract an electron flow from the reaction. Sugary drinks or even fruit juices actually fit the bill very well. It could operate on other fuels as well such as starch, alcohol or even hydrocarbons like oil, but the fuel cell has been tuned for sugar so that would probably be the most efficient. Actually, fruit juices are probably the most well rounded fuel since they provide some additional sustenance for the artificial microbes and in maintenance of its artificial skin in addition to the necessary sugar; however, such supplementation is not absolutely necessary on a regular basis by design.’
Me: ‘So it chugs drinks?’
Jan: ‘Yes, that’s the general idea. A couple litres of a typical sugar based beverage would keep it going for about 2 hours at full power. It’ll last longer if it’s in a lower power state. Usually it’s about 3 or 4 hours.’
This was beyond my imagination. A curious thought popped up in my mind and I asked innocently: ‘Most sugary beverages contain lots of water. And oxidation of sugar produces water too. How does it get rid of that water?’ |
6. Activation
Just as I asked that question, a loud chiming noise started emanating from the console that Jan was standing in front of. I glanced at it and saw a huge warning message.
Significant event marker: Neuronal pattern x0192389 observed. Muscle deactivation eminent. Apparent trigger: Waste has reached estimated threshold limit. Subject power state: Standby. Warning: Unpredictable behaviour, please take necessary precautions.
Reserve battery charge: 0%
Fuel reserves: 1.3%
Jan shouted: ‘Michael, why did the reserves drop to 1.3%? You told me you checked that the energy requirement for this round of matrix alteration was only going to consume 1-2% didn’t you??’
Michael, one of the dudes who I didn’t have much of an impression of, replied from a desk situated at the main cluster of displays that Elina was standing at: ‘I think our calibration’s off, boss. It happened earlier today during training and it looks like it’s happening again. Alteration processing is at 99.98% now though, so it should have 1% fuel left based on my estimate.’
Jan snapped back: ‘I told you your idea of training using live power is really bad and I told you to switch it to external aux power. You obviously forgot again. How many times must I tell you: I don’t want memory loss to happen!’ Michael shrivelled back into his chair and started typing furiously.
Jan turned back to me and explained in a much calmer voice: ‘The robot has a stomach of sorts. It stores energy in the form of whatever it drinks as reserves, ready to be used by the fuel cell to generate power. Usually, when we do intelligence matrix alteration, we shut down the robot completely and bring it onto auxiliary external power because it consumes a lot of energy. The shut-down process is quite complex and lengthy, as is the start-up process. Our brilliant chap here calculated that we could save a lot of time by leaving the robot in self-powered mode throughout the process and using internal power reserves. As you can see, it’s not working out!’
Suddenly, another warning popped up on Jan’s console.
Matrix alteration complete. Subject state altered to Running by process protection profile line no:231. Please engage interaction protocols. Possible Trigger: Low reserve state. Warning: State incompatible with previous states. Behaviour not modelled.
I instinctively reacted to the phrase ‘interaction protocols’. I need to switch away from ‘it’ now. She’s live.
Suddenly, the robot started moving. Her eyes remained closed but went from relaxed to scrunched up; the first noise out of her mouth was a moan. She was moving her limbs but was bound by the straps. It was obvious within 2 seconds that she was trying to move her legs together. Suddenly, without warning, a loud hissing noise echoed through the room and the front of the grey skirt she was wearing started darkening.
My own bladder reacted by tingling violently as I heard the noise and observed the event. Oh no. She pees too? I tensed my muscles and clenched my hands with the effort of overcoming my own urge as I saw liquid dripping down onto the concrete floor between her legs. I unconsciously started counting the seconds as they passed. It was all over in 7 seconds. So, that was what the stain on her skirt was. It’s wet again exactly at the same spot. And that’s how she gets rid of excess water after processing. Did that count as her wetting herself? Either way, I need to find a bathroom soon.
There was suddenly a flurry of activity in the room. Some people hurriedly grabbed their belongings and left the room quietly, Jan was typing furiously at his console, the burly guy was grabbing what looked like a very large 18 litre standard bottle with a flexible drinking spout attached and a mobile ladder from the side of the room. He proceeded to move both towards the centre platform. I glanced around and saw Elina nearby; she was in a state of shock at what just happened. I could see her rubbing her knees together; obviously, she was suffering the same plight as I did in seeing another creature engaging in release. Maybe I should really get her to go with me to pee.
The robot slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She had lovely blue eyes and pretty lashes, however, they had a hint of worry in them. ‘I need a drink’, were her first words. She had a soft, very feminine and altogether rather sensual voice. The burly guy quickly positioned the ladder near her and carried up the bottle such that she could reach the drinking spout with her mouth; he held the entire bottle upside down as she started drinking.
I stood transfixed, ignoring the pressing need in my bladder. I was pretty sure there was already a wet spot from the sudden wave that caught me by surprise; I felt some coolness between my thighs from the evaporating pee. It was a sign I definitely had to go soon, but this was just amazing to watch. I could see the indicators on her status display on the console changing as she drank: Fuel cell fuel reserves: 5%... Fuel cell fuel reserves: 12%...
She continued for about a minute; I could see her very flat belly expanding as she drank. It was still flat but was now just slightly more curved than before. Fuel cell fuel reserves: 103%. She was done when she had finished about a third of the 18 litre bottle. That’s like 5 or even six litres of fluid. Wow. She sure has a big stomach. She nodded; the burly guy pulled it away as she looked down at her own body. She looked up again and saw me; I could see that she looked rather shocked. ‘Sorry for the show I must have put up.’ She turned to Jan, ‘Thank you for reprogramming the matrix again, I feel better now. And sorry for urinating on your floor again. I still cannot figure out how to properly control those muscles there.’
Jan replied, ’It’s ok. Don’t worry about that. I am glad you feel better and that we could help. Here, Bruce will help you get down.’ The burly guy undid her straps. She let herself fall towards him into a fireman lift position; he wrapped his hand around her butt as he brought her down a couple of steps on the ladder. He gently crouched and placed her on her feet as she steadied herself. He held up her left hand, gently undid the clip holding the data cable into the socket at the base of her left pinkie and literally snapped her finger back.
Jan continued, ‘We have someone new to introduce to you today, Lenna. This is Aisha. She will be spending time with you to understand you better.’
‘Hi Aisha.’, Lenna said as she took several steps towards me, raising out her hand, seeming to forget about the fresh wet patch on the front of her skirt. Her hips swayed slightly as she walked an unnecessarily sensual stride. She had impeccable balance even in her heels, which were higher than mine, and easily handled the uneven lab floor. Overall she stood roughly the same height as I did.
Her movements were organic, perfect and almost hypnotic, but to my eyes the style bore a striking resemblance to something I have seen before. They obviously got her to learn from that fashion model motion capture dataset which everyone’s been using. I have seen this before in kinematic simulations. Not again. Nothing's ever new, huh. Either way, she was beautiful and reproduced them perfectly. I hesitated for a moment before sticking out my hand to receive her handshake. ‘Hi Lenna. This is my first day in today so I don’t quite know many things yet. Everything I have seen so far is absolutely amazing.’
Lenna looked confused. ‘Do you refer to urinating as amazing?’
‘No, no. I meant you. You’re amazing.’
Lenna smiled. It was the first smile I had seen from her since she woke up and was similar in sweetness to Elina. Did she learn this from Elina?
Elina suddenly made herself present. She started ‘Hi Lenna, remember me?’
Lenna turned towards Elina and said ‘Yes! Are you here so that you might pick me up?’
‘Cool! Shall we get going soon? We could have lunch together with Aisha!’ Elina chirped.
I looked at Elina; her left hand was twirling her waist length hair and her legs were very obviously pressed together. Maybe that’s why she wants to get going soon. I suddenly felt a tingle of my own coming and almost wanted to squeeze myself with my hand; I clenched as hard as I could. My concentration was broken by Elina’s voice ‘Aisha, are you ok? You look distressed.’
I didn’t know it was showing on my face. ‘No, I think I’m fine. Just trying to take it in maybe?’, lying through my teeth.
Elina continued: ‘Jan, would there be anything else you would like me to show Aisha?’
Jan looked at all of us and said, ‘No, it should be fine. I think Aisha is well versed with this and is probably more qualified than I am to decide what to do next. You could go ahead with Elina and Lenna first to HQ while I clean up and close up the lab. It’s going to take quite a while after all the data that was generated today.’
I looked at Jan: ‘Could you send me those specifications and the documentation? I want to have a look.’ Jan nodded and went on with his work.
Elina seized the opportunity and said ‘Ok, let’s go!’ |
7. Drones
She grabbed Lenna’s hand and signalled for me to follow her towards the door. I took small quick steps and clenched as I felt another wave coming; my pace made it seem like the door was further than it was. I gingerly looking back to smile at Jan as I stepped out of the room. Elina was already one container-block away when I looked out. What a hasty exit compared to our entry. Either way, I hope her interests are the same as mine – to find a bathroom.
I hurried myself to catch up with Elina. My hands were clenched by my side as I expended effort to hold my pee in for the third time today. It was only then that I realized I was still holding the slightly-less-than-third full water bottle in my left hand; I had been squeezing it so much as part of my clenching efforts that the paper label on the bottle was almost being rubbed off. Oops. Looks like it was really obvious I had to pee. I am starting to think that this place is a bathroom nightmare. Why else does Elina head back to HQ just for a bathroom? I must be careful.
Despite my efforts, my pace was significantly slower than Elina; I had to pause twice to hold myself. Elina was already seated in the rover with her sunglasses on and was tapping the authorization token on the hand-hold in front of her when I reached the main set of doors. Lenna was beside her looking rather dazed from the brightness of the sunlight. She looked almost like an anime character with her perfect skin, white top, blue jacket and dark grey skirt; the rather cartoonish rover only served to emphasize this fact.
I got to the rover, and took a step up to sit beside Lenna since it could fit three of us in a row. The effort of taking a big step triggered another bladder spasm and I clenched my muscles as hard as I could. I could hear the faintest of moans escaping my mouth as I did so. Nevertheless, the effort seemed worth it; it was so much better sitting down. The pressure applied against my urethra by the seat as I sat down was such a relief.
Lenna obviously heard it; she asked with a concerned tone: ‘Are you OK?’. I looked at her; it was almost magical that a robot was asking me if I was fine. She had a genuinely concerned look on her face. Elina heard it and just commented: ‘It’s OK Lenna, I think Aisha just needs to pee.’
I was startled. Elina was more straightforward and observant than I thought. I bent forward a little without disturbing my bladder and glanced at Elina who was just about to tap the token on the rover activation panel. She looked back and smiled as the rover went off. ‘Well, I guess you should really call that being in HR for too long. You will tend to notice people’s needs after a while. I was thinking you might not want to use the bathroom in Lab 28 since it sucks compared to the one in HQ. Hope you can make it back in time?’ She winked.
I was lost for words and found myself rather embarrassed that somebody else was taking my own personal needs into account to schedule what she was doing. I just muttered a ‘Thank You’ and blushed. Elina smiled again. Lenna looked like she was working overtime to understand us; she was staring at my blush with a quizzical face. ‘It’s OK Lenna, thank you for your concern. Elina’s right, I just need to visit a bathroom and I have been making an effort to hold my pee.’
Lenna replied: ‘You’re welcome. Hold your pee? I don’t understand. You mean prevent from urinating?’
‘Yes Lenna. We use ‘pee’ colloquially. Urinating is rather formal.’
‘Ok. I have noted word usage pattern. I will try using it. I have more questions but I think maybe later is better.’ She indeed looked like she was holding back many more questions. I wonder what they are. Maybe she feels they are inappropriate.
I smiled. Looks like they trained her to be rather polite. We were speeding down the path that we came by, passing the same buildings that we saw on the way to the Lab. What were we taking Lenna away for? How should I ask this without making it sound like we were managing Lenna?
‘Elina, where are we going exactly?’
‘Oh, back to HQ. To find you a bathroom.’, Elina replied chirpily. I blushed even more and felt like a little girl. ‘I mean...what are we doing after?’
‘Well, we could go to the café at the top of HQ for lunch? It’s decent food and has a nice ambience. Maybe we could all get to know each other a little better there.’
‘Great.’, I commented.
Suddenly, a beeping noise emanated from the console in front of Elina. I turned to look at it; the screen was red with text that read ‘Security has disabled this rover. It is being pulled aside. Please step out after it has come to a complete stop for a security check.’
Elina went nuts. She frantically started rummaging through all her blazer pockets; Lenna and I looked on at her for directions as the rover slowed and pulled to the side of the path it was travelling on. We were beside a grass patch with a manicured hedge on it that acted as a natural fence for a very modern looking building that was adorned with glass panels at strange angles. She looked at both of us in dismay as she went through her pockets again.
‘My security pass! I left it at the Lab!’
She stared at us and almost looked like she was about to start crying.
I tried to reassure her. ‘It’s ok, maybe we can go back and get it?’
She pointed to the ground around the rover frantically and said: ‘No! We can’t! The drones will come and goo us up again!’
I looked at her in disbelief. Dismay was starting to wash over me as I felt my bladder tingle again. ‘What? Goo us up? How? To what? To the ground?’
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Sorry Bellatrix, you'll have to wait for the next chapter for that to be answered.
8. A Protest
‘Yes!!! They will goo us to anything!’ Elina buried her face in her hands. ‘Sobz. Really sorry about this, Aisha. I would forgive you if you hated me for this for the rest of your time here. I was trying so hard to get everything right and I just had to screw this up! Why must it be like this! I am such a useless bump…really…and...’
I looked on at Elina as tears welled in her eyes and I knew whatever comfort both of us could offer was useless. Lenna stretched out her arms and gave Elina a hug; I was impressed but had bigger worries. My bladder was starting to constantly tingle; I was already clenching all I could in addition to pressing myself into the seat. ‘What do we do now?’
Elina: ‘We wait for the drones to come.’
I blurted out: ‘What will they do?’
‘They will make us come out of the rover and goo us to wherever we are!’ Elina wailed again. I realized that my question led back to the issue and was pointless. I wished I hadn't asked it; it made me feel bad emphasizing that we were about to be gooed up, whatever that meant. My mind buzzed. A random thought came across me.
Me: ‘Since we are already going to be gooed, whatever that means, why don’t we choose a comfortable position to be gooed in?’
Elina and Lenna looked at me. I felt I had made the stupidest suggestion on earth (and on Mars, since there was technically a colony on Mars) until Elina grinned.
Elina: ‘Good idea. It’s a nice day to lay down on the grass anyway. Let’s go!’
Elina jumped off the rover seat and ran to a wider section of the grass patch; she suddenly stopped, looked back and called out to the both of us. She looks like she’s squeezing her thighs together. Lenna got off the rover while I was still trying to work out what was the most effective way to minimize jolts to my bladder. I clenched as hard as I could as I stood up; the tingling almost overpowered me as I felt myself yearning for release. I paused to squeeze again as I felt a small spurt escaping into my damp panties. My thighs and butt were sweaty again from all the effort. All the clenching was making my privates very sensitive again. Sigh. Not again.
I took small steps towards where Elina and Lenna were already lying down with their backs against the grass. They had their knees bent pointing skywards with their feet placed slightly more than shoulder width apart; they looked like typical sunbathers other than the fact that they were fully clothed. Elina didn’t seem to care about the fact that her positioning was such that the space between her thighs was pointing in the direction of the path. This effectively gave all oncoming vehicles and passengers a clear view of more or less everything up her skirt. She was clearly wearing white panties, like mine, although they were a slight different texture. Probably cotton.
‘You really look like you have to go’, she commented as she saw me approaching. ‘Yes, I do have to go pretty bad.’, I replied.
‘Well, it’s ok, I have to go too. We can all go on the grass together after we are gooed up.’ Elina replied rather chirpily.
‘What?’ I was shocked at the sudden reversal in attitude towards the prospect of being gooed up. Regardless, I noted that the way Elina started almost all her sentences with ‘well’ was increasing the cuteness level whenever she went into her chirpy mode. ‘Okay...but...won’t we create a spectacle?’
‘Well, I have been against this gooing policy since I came here. I got gooed up while trying to find the toilet on the first day here. It was horrible. I got gooed to a pillar for stepping into a security zone I wasn’t cleared for and I didn’t make it. I peed myself while I was waiting for them to release me. Fancy you getting to hear this without treating me to lunch. Anyway, since it’s going to be lunchtime, our antics will probably be seen and maybe management will reconsider the gooing policy...’
‘Thanks for sharing, and ok, I’ll treat you to lunch okay? So, what’s the best way to get gooed?’ I was mildly amused at the idea of a protest and momentarily forgot about my bladder.
‘I’m just joking about lunch, come on. Stick out your hands above your head, they will goo your hands and your feet. I am putting my legs apart like this cos I am expecting that I might pee myself.' Elina paused. 'Maybe I might as well pull my skirt up. I don't want a soggy skirt.', she said as she pulled her skirt upwards and folded it up. Her panties were now completely exposed. 'And besides, I want to be gooed like this on display as part of my statement.’
A very sensual protest, I might add. I’m wondered if it would do more harm than good. After all, it seemed to me so far that the campus was mostly male dominated. I’m sure they won’t mind three pretty ladies being gooed up for some bonus lunch scenery? Lenna was simply following Elina and glanced at me expectantly to lie down beside her. She fortunately didn't pull her skirt up. There was nevertheless a strange sparkle of excitement and mischievousness in her eyes. Should I join?
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9. Bonded
My time of contemplation ran out as a swam of about ten flying drones descended upon us with a din. I was rudely shoved on the back at shoulder level by one of the drones and fell onto the ground beside Lenna; the shock caught me by surprise and I spurted again into my panties before regaining control. I exhaled with the effort of doing so. At this rate, I might seriously wet myself. Looks like Elina's position is best. The pee needs to flow somewhere. I don't want it pool on my skirt's inner waterproof coating and wet my blouse. Quickly, I got into the same position as Elina; pulling my skirt up a little to expose my soaked panties before sticking my hands above my head.
Almost immediately after I got into position, the drones started swarming around our hands and feet spraying what felt like a cool liquid. It was viscous and seemed to fit the description of goo that Elina was using. I could feel a follow-up tingle building from the bladder shock I just received as the drones completed their run; I instinctively tried pressing my thighs together in reaction to the build-up. It was the only thing I could do in the position I was in and I was not confident that it would help; regardless, any help was better than none.
The goo was setting fast; it had bonded not just my feet but my ankles as well. I managed to close the gap between my knees by only a few centimetres despite the considerable effort I put in. My legs were effectively still wide apart. Shucks. I’m going to have to hold it like this. I wanted to use my hands to hold myself so badly but they were held fast to the ground above my head. I squirmed in place as I tensed up. A strange new feeling washed over me; it struck me suddenly that I had never ever been in such a situation despite the hundreds of wettings I had experienced in my life so far. This was a new feeling altogether.
It was both agony and pleasure to be forced to hold my pee while being denied the chance to physically aid my holding. I was depending purely on my Kegel training to keep my pee in check. I could feel my inner thighs quivering and my butt squeezing while I put every bit of effort I could muster into keeping my urethra shut.
My bladder was protesting strongly from the lack of capacity as well as the irritation of the tea I drank and was contracting. It was winning. Pee seeped out of me with every new bladder contraction; I could feel that my panties were getting very, very wet as the cool breeze blew over us. Nevertheless, being denied any aid or recourse from my predicament felt good. Really good. It was strange; I felt like I always wanted control and here I was enjoying being controlled by a few gobs of goo. The bind on my feet and hands somehow served to accentuate the tension that was building in my body as I fought my rouge bladder. I continued clenching, clenching and holding on. It felt good.
Suddenly, I felt the lights dimming. Oops. Ok. Maybe I really shouldn't have held on. I guess I was asking for it. It feels so good. Maybe I should stop the clenching and just wet myself for the sake of my dignity. I tried relaxing my pelvic floor against the hard-wired social norm of tensing up, of not wetting while in my clothes. A small squirt made its way out, but I was already too far down the road; I uncontrollably clenched just as I felt the squirt reaching my panties. Little tingles of sexual pleasure radiated from my pussy as I did so.
I felt a spasm building and uncontrollably released and clenched again. My pelvis was in the air, my back was arching upwards and I was squirming from the pleasure. The cycle was repeating; my muscles down there were releasing and clenching as I started jetting pee in spurts. I was having an orgasm, regardless of whether the time was right or not. Heck it. Might as well enjoy the release..mmmm..it feels so good. I tried to keep as quiet and still as I could; but I was at a point that I didn't really care. I couldn’t hear much other than the drones buzzing and as far as I was concerned I was in sexual heaven, on the grass, starting to wet myself while gooed up.
The thought of my surroundings and being gooed up was somehow really kinky; I climaxed again after two or three more spasms when the awareness of the situation I was in fully entered my mind. I could feel my hot pee being injected into my panties each time I clenched and released. The pleasure from each spurt was overwhelming. I squirmed even harder; my back muscles, stomach muscles, thigh muscles and butt muscles were working overtime to keep up. I was becoming breathless. Pee was coming out of me at full force and the intermittent hiss managed to reach my ears above the din from the drones. One final clench overcame me as I felt myself almost passing out; I fought with all my effort against the bindings as I felt the sexual satisfaction of releasing the last spurts of pee from my bladder.
I was empty and it was all over in about 20 seconds; I collapsed back down onto the ground as it ended. I was exhausted and breathed a sigh as I returned to feel the nice cool breeze under the beautiful blue sky. My body relaxed onto the grass, oblivious to my surroundings; my eyes closed sleepily as I entered in a newfound state of calm and peace.
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12. Gentleman
‘You again! How many times do we have to tell you to wear a pass?’
Elina protested: ’But it was only twice before!’ This was Elina’s third time?
‘Once is enough for most people to remember! And now you’ve managed to catch two unfortunate, innocent souls with you.’
He glanced at our legs; I could feel his eyes touching my thighs and my panties. His voice suddenly softened.
‘Don’t do it again, saves everyone a lot of trouble. Are you a new staff member?’ He said, addressing me.
‘Yes.’ I replied.
‘Your pass is not coded properly; I’ll code it for you after I get the adherent agent off you guys. Pity getting caught in such a mess on the first day.’
Adherent agent. I see; that’s the official name for Elina’s goo.
Elina piped up. ‘Actually, you don’t really need to code her pass, it’s a temporary pass I borrowed from HQ. It probably doesn’t have a name attached or something, right?’
‘I see. You are right. Ok then. I’ll let you pass this time.’
He took a device out from his jeep; it looked like a giant torch. He powered it up and it emitted a bright orange light from one end. He rapidly brought it to my hands; the heat from the intensity of the light was immediately obvious. I could feel the substance softening and releasing its binding hold. I pulled my hands free and massaged my wrists. They were surprisingly clean. I examined them and noticed a streak of goo that had been caught in-between my nails. I picked it out and felt it; it was brittle now and felt more like sand. I looked to my right; he did the same for Lenna and then Elina.
‘I trust you guys won’t get me in for sexual assault. It’s protocol for me to release your hands first so you can sit up and observe me release your..other parts.’
Elina grinned. ‘So, you did look at our legs and panties. Pretty aren’t they.’
He shrugged: “Not sayin' anythin’ “
He motioned us to sit up and proceeded to release Elina’s right foot first. I observed the way in which the binding substance was released; to me, this was as fascinating as everything else I had seen today. At first, the amber coloured, transparent blob covering and binding Elina’s foot looked like it was going to gum everything up even more as it appeared to melt and sink further towards the ground. It spread out as it did so. I was surprised at what happened next; the torch started emitting pulses of a bright ultra-purplish light on top of the base orange colour that stopped the spread and turned the substance opaque. It looked very much like a cloudy bit of hardened, yellowish resin.
‘Ok, we’re done for this foot.’ Elina wriggled her foot; the now opaque binding broke as she pulled her foot away. I turned around and saw the same had happened to the blobs holding our hands; I leant back, picked some up and crushed it in my hands. It was like brittle sandstone and had almost the same texture. This goo stuff is fascinating. It is goo when it’s applied, and looks exactly like that. But it doesn’t feel like goo at all once deactivated by that light. Probably some kind of curing process.
He went on to Lenna and saw the wet patch on Lenna’s skirt and probably her wet panties too from his angle. ‘Sorry my lady that I didn’t make it in time.’
Lenna smiled weakly. ‘Don’t worry.’
When he reached me, I could see his eyes wandering around my crotch and exposed panties. ‘You too?’
Me: ‘Yeah. Actually, we all wet ourselves. We were trying to make it back to HQ to use the toilet there. We kinda didn’t make it.’
Jack chuckled. ‘Always the same story. Every female on this campus seems to want to do that.’
Elina was already up dusting some grass off her skirt; it had a little wet patch at her butt. Lenna stood up next; her skirt was in an even worse state since she didn’t pull it up. Now she had a stain both at the back and the front.
‘You guys better go wash up then. I can give Elina a quick lift back to get her pass and we’ll send you where you were meant to go.’
Ok. So Elina was right about the position to lie down in. Guess she has experience working with this guy and knows his soft spots.
‘Wow, thanks!’ Elina chirped.
I stood up and started dusting grass off. Jack started walking to his jeep. I stood up, caught up with Jack and kept to his pace since I was incredibly curious about his job and wanted to know more about what he was using as well as the procedures involved. Lenna did the same and was soon by my side. Elina was behind us as we headed towards Jack’s jeep. Why is she keeping her distance? Is she inspecting my butt?
‘What about the remaining…adherent agent that is on the ground?’ I asked as a starter.
‘Oh, it’ll disintegrate after a few days. Biodegradable.’, Jack replied.
‘Wow. How long does it have holding power for?’
Jack: ‘It could last a couple of days I guess in the shade. But it degrades faster in sunlight like this. If I didn’t come by and release you you’d probably be free in a couple of hours.’
‘Do you use it often?’
‘You do have a lot of questions. I guess I get called out maybe thrice a week? I probably only submit an adherent report perhaps once a month though when some pesky vandals who don’t know about the system here decide to come on campus at night.’
‘That’s quite frequent.’
‘Yes, I get called up for all sorts of problems. You must remember that I am the only personnel attending to this entire sector of the campus. Probably two hundred employees not counting HQ itself in a research environment. Lots of potential for fires, accidents and stuff.’
‘How large is the sector?’
‘This sector is shaped like a long rectangle spanning from the HQ to slightly beyond Lab 28 lengthwise and covers five blocks in width. That’s about an eighth of the campus. Now, now, let’s all get into my vehicle and I’ll send you on the way.’ |
13. Engagement
I turned forward and was startled to see that I was about to bash myself into the parked jeep and quickly stopped walking. I fell forwards and pressed my hands against the jeep windows to prevent myself from hitting it. Oops. I had obviously got carried away and wasn’t looking where I was walking. I swear I could hear a stifled giggle from Lenna and turned to look at her. She had a hand covering her mouth and was clearly watching me. Am I that funny? And she can giggle?
Jack got into the drivers’ seat; I sat in front while Elina and Lenna piled into the rear. I wondered how Lenna felt with her pee soaked skirt pressing against the seat and what it would do to the seat itself, but didn’t say anything. Maybe Jack doesn’t think too much about his jeep seats. I could hear the switching harmonics from the power inverter as the jeep started out; Jack was a pretty fast driver and we were back at Lab 28 in less than 30 seconds.
‘Here ya go. Eeeeelinaa?’
What was with his tone. Is she his pet?
Elina opened the door, hopped out of the jeep and ran into the high bay warehouse. Yay. Question time again.
‘So.. how long have you been doing this for? You seem like the outdoor type of guy.’ I tried striking a conversation.
‘Yea. I still go rowing and hiking during the weekends when I am not on duty. Been here since they set this campus up, watched it grow into the sprawl it is today.’
‘Wow. That must have been a good part of the past decade.’
‘Yea. Maybe 8 years? Watched lots of guys and gals come and go. I heard they are doing something in this huge warehouse that will change the world. Guess you are on that team?’
Maybe I shouldn’t ask so much after all, since the very subject the lab was focused on was seated in the back seat behind. I decided my best bet was to try to sound like an overzealous newbie. ‘Yes, I am. Everything I’ve seen today’s real cool actually. The lab, the people, the equipment. Other than being caught in adherent and being rescued by a knight in a jeep.’
Jack chuckled. ‘Far from a knight in a jeep. More like an overgrown boy maybe.’ While he was talking, he looked up into his rear-view HUD that was projected onto his windshield and eyed Lenna seated at the back. ‘Recusing more than one pretty lady is always my cup of tea. Guess I had my lucky day.’
I wasn’t sure what to say. He continued, ‘Sorry for being so rude. You’re Lenna right? I saw your name on the tag scanner. Always a pleasure to assist.’
Lenna immediately perked up. I could tell she was also quite uncertain what she should be saying. He went on, ‘Been seeing you around with Elina for the last month or so. New to this place too?’
I turned to look back at Lenna, gave her a reassuring smile and mouthed ‘Say yes. Play along.’ She smiled back at me and replied Jack ‘Yes, I am new. Elina’s been bringing me around. I stick with her since she’s the only female who I can really talk to. Just joined a month ago, same lab as Aisha over here. Doing roughly the same work that Aisha is going to do.’
Jack: ‘Cool. You guys look like each other. Are you related or something or am I just seeing things?’
I was caught off guard. I looked at Lenna again and I think she could tell I was quite lost for words.
‘No, we find it amazing we look alike too.’ Lenna smiled as she managed to squeeze out a reply.
Jack chuckled. I turned back to face Jack and added ‘Yeah, it was quite amazing that I found somebody in the Lab who looked almost like me. I thought I was seeing twin from some other dimension or something. It was the first topic that started us off.’ Maybe’s actually probably not too far off from reality now that I think of it. I turned back to Lenna and winked. She winked back.
Just as I finished, a rap on the backseat window startled all of us. Elina was back and was tapping her knuckles on the window for Jack to unlock the door. He unlocked the door and Elina popped in, breathless from her pass retrieval exercise.
She went on explaining herself in a staccato: ‘Sorry I took so long guys. The pass was buried under a stack of Jan’s notes. He’s going nuts in there. Digging up all sorts of old records. He mentioned something about consistency. Checking something for consistency, something like that, I am not sure. Do you want to speak to him Aisha?’
I pondered for a moment. What could be inconsistent? Lenna’s latest neural tuning? Her behaviour? Charts? Her programming? I guess I’ll have more insight into it after I browse the documentation. Anyway, he’ll call me or he’d have told Elina if it was something very urgent.
I finally made up my mind: ‘Let’s return to HQ first. I think he would notify me if there was something very urgent I should know.’
‘Ok! We’ll just be in time to miss the lunch crowd peak.’ Elina was chirping again.
‘You guys haven’t had lunch? What a pity I had mine earlier, otherwise I’d join you. Have to go back to my office to settle some stuff.’ Jack commented. I heaved a sigh of relief. Having lunch with somebody not in the know of Lenna’s status was probably going to be a nightmare from the interaction perspective. ‘Let’s get you back to HQ then.’
Jack shifted the jeep into drive and sped down towards where we were supposed to have been almost an hour before. I was quite thirsty and suddenly remembered I still had the bottle with me; I took a few sips until there was about a third left. Elina saw me drinking and asked if she could have some; I told her she could finish what was left. After all, I could easily get something else to drink later at the café. I watched again with a degree of fascination as she took the bottle and emptied the remaining third in 2 seconds. She really has this habit of gulping down water.
We finished the journey in relative silence; it was barely 3 minutes before we reached HQ. ‘Thanks for the ride, Jack!’ Elina said as we got out of the jeep. ‘And thank you for rescuing us.’ I added. Jack smiled as I closed the door. He wound down the window and ended off with ‘Keep in touch. Let’s catch up sometime if you guys happen to be around, and I hope I won’t find you adhered to something with Elina again.’ I suppose Jack could sense the urgency with which we needed to go back to do work; Elina did sound very flustered earlier with her report about Jan rummaging through historical notes.
Thoughts flashed across my mind as I walked towards the glass door of the reception hall. I wonder what Jan was so concerned about. On the other other hand, maybe it's just Elina exaggerating. And what's this about Lenna and myself looking like we're related. Disturbing. |
15.Lenna’s Turn
Lenna suddenly squeezed my hand. ‘I can feel…pee…again. The noise is making pre-peeing feeling. Christine’s noise. Can I let it come out?’ She whispered.
‘Definitely. Of course.’ I replied. I was slightly amused and tried not to smile too much. She really finds it so awkward. And what’s with asking permission to pee. We have Elina’s conditioning to thank for that I suppose. Lenna’s expression of it is kind of cute though. Perhaps Elina asked me if I needed to go in the hope that I accompanied her.
Lenna took several small steps towards the 2nd stall, went in, and closed the door. I could hear her fumbling with her belt. She’s really removing that skirt just to pee? I could gauge from the noises that she was trying very hard to undo her buckle and something was getting caught. Wow. That must be a torture.
Suddenly, I heard Lenna sigh as a splattering noise started. I squatted down, held my hair up and peeked under gap of the 2nd stall; she was standing right in front of the potty and I could see clear liquid drops hitting the floor in-between Lenna’s heels at an alarming rate. Looks like she needs more help than I anticipated…she’s peed herself again.
I counted the seconds that Lenna went for; it was approximately 8 from the time I got down to the time the drops stopped falling between her legs. I was rather unsurprised this time around. Basically, Lenna seemed to be able to keep her pee in for only a few additional seconds when her bladder reached its predetermined capacity. My stomach suddenly growled. Perhaps I should be taking care of my own needs. Should I go myself? But I’m not even feeling the urge. I think I’ll just wait. I’m hungry more than anything else.
It suddenly occurred to me that squatting down was rather rude. I stood back up, brushed my hair and waited. Christine’s noise was still going on. Her bladder must be huge. I wonder how long she had been holding it for. Suits her role as a receptionist I suppose. She went on for another few more seconds before starting to taper. I could hear Christine using the bidget and tearing open what sounded like a tissue packet. She was wiping herself; she obviously leaked some into her panties and pantyhose and was using tissue to clean up. It took her roughly a minute; by this time, I was wondering what Lenna was doing in her stall. It was rather worrisome. Is this why she needed company?
Christine finally finished, unlocked her door and emerged. I couldn’t help but notice her knee length pencil skirt again; the stretch just below the belt of her high-waist skirt that was present earlier was now flat and smooth. She saw me, and looked at me with a question mark shining through her pretty eyes. I pointed to the 2nd stall and mouthed ‘Lenna is in there.’ Christine immediately seemed to understand. She nodded and went out without a word.
What was I supposed to do? Maybe I should wait for Elina?
I took a few steps forward and put my ear near the stall door to see if I could make out any noise that Lenna was making. Nothing. I tapped on the door gently and called out: ‘Lenna?’
It was then that I realized the door was not locked; it slowly swung ajar from the force of my taps. I placed my right hand on the handle and pushed it open slowly. Lenna was seated on the toilet with her skirt still on and her belt partially undone. Her face was buried in her hands.
I could feel the sympathy for her; she probably felt hopeless. After all, she was designed to feel and think like a human. It wasn’t that long ago that I felt exactly like this. Losing control right in front of a potty was probably the worst possible thing you could do; so near, yet so far. It was humiliating and reminded you of all your weaknesses which were beyond control. It was only in recent years that I manage to minimize those occurrences with my powerful muscles. Perhaps that was a story to share with Lenna.
I squatted in front of her and held her wrists.
‘Lenna, it’s all ok. I felt you struggling when you were removing your skirt. I know exactly how it feels and I have been through it. I can help you. But you must promise me. Don’t put your face in your hands like this when it happens. Ok? Just smile if it happens. I want your brightest smile. You will be fine.’ Wait. Wasn’t that cognitive behavioural therapy? Might as well give it a shot. ‘Come, release your hands. Relax. I’m here with you. I’ll close the stall door, OK?’
I used my left hand and closed the door, securing it in place. I realized I was squatting in my heels in a puddle of Lenna’s pee and it wasn’t the nicest position to be in, but whatever. Lenna had to be attended to. At least her pee didn’t have a smell to it.
Lenna only slowly released her hands when the door was closed. She placed them on her lap. She looked at me with her soft, beautiful deep blue eyes. They were teary and had fear in them. She can even cry. She’s so real. I looked at her and tried giving my most reassuring smile. Her fear faded and she smiled in return. We were gazing at each other for what must have been quite a length of time. I held her hands with mine and gave her a squeeze. ‘It’s ok.’
We continued looking at each other. Thoughts were racing through my head. Wow. This is what being with an android feels like. It’s strange but amazing at the same time. She feels so real. I can feel the emotion pouring out of her. She’s disappointed. Not with anything or anyone, but with herself. She’s projecting her fears, her insecurity on the fact that she wet herself. I wonder what those fears are. Is this what being human is all about?
‘Thank you, Aisha, for being here with me.’ Lenna whispered slowly. ‘I’ll try to pull myself together. But I think I need...pee...again. I feel more of the sensation.’
I looked in surprise at Lenna. I was still holding her hands. ‘That’s fast. Didn’t you just empty most of your bladder?’
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17.Serendipity
My memory of how I discovered on my own accord started replaying in my mind. It happened during my teenage years. I remember laying down after school on the bed late one afternoon daydreaming about a cool hunk at the bus stop who had tried to ask me out. Too bad he was interrupted when my shuttle arrived to pick me up. He was tall, good looking and was obviously the outdoor sort, with relatively tan skin and sunglasses. I imagined his strong muscles, his broad chest and his well-sized package; I went out with him on a fantasy date to the beach.
I recall starting to touch myself despite knowing that I had to pee; I had not visited the bathroom since I came back which was a breach of ritual. I was completely distracted and fixated on the experience of going through the beach date with him instead. In my mind’s eye, it was warm, sunny and breezy at the beach. I was in my sexy swimsuit and we were lazing under a beach umbrella on the soft and pure beach sand. I could feel the coolness of the sand against my bare back. We were alone together. He was starting to touch me and started holding me in an embrace. I could feel his breath over me. His hands were moving slowly over my chest; they fondled with my breasts. They slowly stroked my belly, my back and my thighs. They finally reached towards my clitoris and started massaging.
I came much faster than I expected after the clitoris touching bit of the fantasy started; it was almost shockingly sudden. I remember feeling an odd pulsing sensation that I had never felt before; it felt very uneasy when it began. I nevertheless couldn’t resist the instinct to lock my thoughts and muscles onto the relentless beat of the pulses. I remember the pulses building up; I felt like I was about to fall over a cliff into oblivion when I finally clenched for the first time in my life.
It was primordial compared to the powerful orgasms I have today, but it was still nevertheless a ‘pulsing’ or ‘clenching’ orgasm. It’s difficult to describe in words. I would never forget the feeling that opened up upon me. It was possibly my first real climax of my life. I kept on going. A few seconds later I realized I was wetting my bed. It was coming out in between my uncontrollable pulses; I panicked and tried to get up to stop. My actions proved futile; they not only brought an abrupt end to my fantasy and orgasm but also caused me to empty the rest of my small bladder onto the floor by my bed.
I remember the daze that I was in straight after; my uniform was in a mess, my bed had suspicious wet streaks on it and there was a puddle on the floor. I was more confused than ever. It was a mini-crisis. I recalled the nervousness in inventing a reason to explain why the bed, the floor and my uniform were wet to my single mother, who was already very concerned that her daughter had been diagnosed with a small bladder and seemed to be still wetting herself into her teenage years. I told my mum that I had wet it while taking a nap. She didn’t sound convinced, but fortunately didn’t pursue further. I managed to at least persuade myself that she was convinced to help a bit with the embarrassment of getting caught.
My most important realization and conjecture, however, was that I could stop my pee stream by emulating that clenching feeling. Did I just figure out what all that clenching the nurse was talking about meant? I recall putting myself to a shower and then gulping down three glasses of water and another glass of lemonade to try if I could find out. My mum thought I had gone mad with the amount I drank all at once since it was incredibly unusual; I had learnt to always make an effort to drink small quantities regularly to prevent any major wetting incidents in place of large amounts all at once. She had even thought I was feeling ill.
I felt my bladder filling very shortly afterward and went to the bathroom to sit on the potty. I spread my legs apart and started touching myself slowly and working out from there exactly which muscles I should be clenching. Very soon I was dreaming about the guy again; I realized it was essentially the same feeling as masturbating.
Suddenly, I felt the first urge approaching; it was like a giant, powerful sea wave that was moving slowly and inexorably towards me from a distance. The wave seemed far out but I knew that it would always somehow reach too quickly and hit too hard for me to manage. Usually, this was the point when I knew I’d be in trouble and the point where I’d be frantically searching for a toilet if I was not already in one. I would have had almost certainly wet myself without my hand squeezing my urethra shut in some way. Regardless, I also knew that any amount of squeezing would have only bought me a few more moments.
I had been stroking my clitoris while waiting for the wave to hit. Just as I felt the wave hitting, I stopped, pulled my hand away, and tried to clench with all my might. I remember perching on the edge of the toilet seat with my hands supporting my weight; I felt the wave approaching like a freight train and almost blacked out. It almost felt like a climax. The wave suddenly paused. It was as if the freight train had been frozen in time. The tunnel vision and dimming lights that accompanied the sensation gradually brightened to normal as the wave subsided.
The freight train had disappeared. I was on the other end of the tunnel. I looked down; I was dry and the floor in front of me was dry. There was a small drop of pee which had escaped; it was slowly making its way down the left side of my pussy, next to where the base of my left thigh started. I felt a strange sense of relief washing over me. I had held in a pee wave for the first time ever without any hands. It was a monumental achievement, and it felt, well, good.
I remember trying to hold on for a second time as my rapidly filling bladder complained less than a minute later. It felt so good that I was reluctant to pull my hand away from the stroking and clenching. It felt really good. I clenched even harder as I pulled my stroking hand away a little too late; all of a sudden, the freight train hit me. I exploded. It was the second powerful orgasm of my life and was more powerful than the first. My pee sprayed out of me as I felt overwhelming spasms in my lower body; the pee spurts that emerged flew 2 meters through the air and hit the middle of the bathroom door with distinct sharp splatters. I recall almost losing my grip on the potty from the sheer pleasure and relief that the orgasm offered. I was empty in just those few squirts.
Oops. I recall sheepishly cleaning up and visiting the toilet about ten minutes later with a refilled bladder to try again. The feeling was addictive. However, my young muscles were already too tired from having cum twice and they just gave up no matter how hard I tried clenching. I couldn't even reach climax. I was mildly frustrated and aspired to strengthen them.
That discovery essentially became my Kegel regime. I couldn’t recall the number of times I came while practicing my Kegels. It became an excuse for getting off while being horny. Actually, maybe that’s how I ended up with this little spontaneous orgasm issue of mine. Hmm. Not that I’m complaining. But nevertheless, hmm. Maybe there’s a link.
There had to be a better way to teach Lenna how to do this. I think I should get lunch very soon though. My stomach was growling. I can feel myself losing patience and focus. Even my wandering thoughts are losing focus. Crap. No being hangry in office on the first day.
‘Aisha?’
I snapped out of my daze. ‘Sorry Lenna…I…I was thinking.’ Oops. I better stop daydreaming. And…I’m pretty sure I’m wet down there again. I should try that again one day on the toilet at home maybe. It's been a while since I...did that. Ok, I have to stop thinking about this now. I tried to refocus. I managed to ask Lenna what was really on my mind: ‘Do you think you will need to pee again soon?’
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Ok! Next chapter has arrived. Finally.
18. Alive
‘I think…I could be able to go to the toilet upstairs. I notice it has been usually 5 or 6 times after a tuning session.’
I looked at Lenna. I didn’t know whether to feel amused or sorry for her. She just peed with a relatively full bladder after wetting herself five minutes prior. The occurrence wasn’t new to me; I knew exactly how it felt. The only difference for me was the setting; I have only ever experienced the issue while at a pub or some drinking venue, rather than in a bathroom at the office. Flashbacks of me wetting myself while queueing for the bathroom at a bar after having went just a few minutes prior were popping up all over my mind, but I suppressed them for another time. I wanted lunch.
There was no way we were going to make it to the top floor with all the chatter that Elina would pull off; besides, I might end up adding even more to the chatter given my temptation to find out more about the pretty receptionist who was now known as Christine. My thoughts ran off-key again. Where was Elina to begin with. Chatting with Christine? Back in her office? Did she ask me to come in here in anticipation of this? Perhaps she did. How else was she going to explain this whole situation to me? I snapped back out. I really need lunch.
‘Lenna, I think it might be better if you sit here for a while more and let your next pee out. I am not sure if you will be able to make it up to the café and I don’t want you to feel upset again.’ I squeezed her hands. They were soft and warm to the touch. ‘Tell me when you need to go again.’ I smiled as I changed my crouching position in front of her to something more comfortable. She looked at me while I was doing so and returned the smile. She really is very pretty when she smiles. I intended to time how long it took for her to fill up. I glanced at my watch; it was 12:50pm in the afternoon and I had probably been daydreaming for three or so minutes. 12:50pm. No wonder I was hungry. I looked at Lenna again. Maybe I could ask her more questions in the meantime?
It might be interesting to find out when her ‘memory’ starts. ‘Do you remember anything about your activation?’
‘Actually, no. Jan told me that I was activated about a month ago, but I have memories from before. Way before. Memories I can recall from ages ago.’
This roused my curiosity. I could feel my eyes communicating the curiosity to her synthetic blue ones. ‘How long is long before?’
‘The earliest thing I recall...’ Lena paused and thought for a moment, ‘I remember I saw thousands of handwritten numerical digits. Each one was isolated onto an individual piece of paper. This seems like many years before. I remember them coming together, forming what I came to know as numbers.’
My goodness. Was she describing the MNIST database for numerical digits? I took out my mobile communicator which was rather ancient for the times and started searching for a sample picture from the MNIST database. The dataset that Lenna was referencing was way more ancient than my mobile, an artefact from the 2000’s. I wasn’t even born yet when it was created. I finally found a grainy digit sample extracted from the database and showed it to Lenna. ‘Was this what you remember seeing?’
Lenna’s face brightened as she saw it. ‘Yes! That’s exactly it. How did you find it?’ She stuck out her index finger and started flipping through the search results.
I hesitated. She seems quite self-aware that she is a robot, so I guess it would be OK to relate to her as one? This was in breach of the inverse-turing principle, but I recognized that she needed a foundation of an origin, a starting point which she believed in. ‘I am trying to work out how your memories were created. The digits you mentioned are from a really old open dataset of hand written digits which were used at the dawn of artificial intelligence to teach machines how to read. It was created before I was born myself. You go back to the beginning, Lenna.’
Lenna beamed. ‘Really? I haven’t tried searching or reading on this topic before. Does that mean that everything I can recall or remember is an open data set?’
I was surprised that she beamed and that she knew what an open dataset was. I didn’t quite get it and couldn’t work out her thinking behind, but if it worked, why not emphasize it. ‘Yes, very likely. I think you were trained over and over again in your infancy on the datasets that you see and have in your memory. Even before you were given the wonderful body you have right now.’
Lenna immediately sunk back down. ‘Wonderful body? But I keep having to pee and have all sorts of other issues…why is it wonderful? I remember living in a world full of numbers, wonderful visuals of scenery, pictures of happy people and cute pictures of animals, especially cats. There were even many videos I could all watch at once. I could access all that at will. Why are you saying that it’s better to be out here?’
Looks like I hit a very sore spot. Her response just revealed to me the depth of events that brought me here. It was the underlying current. They basically ported a simulated intelligence that was being evolved and trained on data trawled from the internet into this body and named her Lenna. What a mistake. No wonder Jan was so worried, and no prizes for answers as to why she’s so aware about her artificial origin. Her question is really deep though. I doubt I can provide a complete answer. How should I answer it?
I looked at her in the eyes, remembered all that we went through this morning, squeezed her hands and said: ‘You’re alive now, Lenna. You have a physical form. You are a physical being. You saw the beautiful blue sky, felt the fresh breeze and smelt the scents that blew by from the flowers in the hedges. You felt the excitement and adventure of being bound to the grass patch. You felt the mischief of telling a white lie to Jack about yourself. And above all, you felt friendship. We went through all that together. We felt all that together. We shared each other’s joys, worries, and frustrations. I am here for you Lenna. Elina is here for you too. We are all standing by your side.’
I went on: ‘You have been given the gift of life. Live, Lenna, explore and experience what’s around. You are beautiful Lenna. Never forget that.’
Lenna smiled. ‘Aisha, I will always remember that. Thank you.’ |
Yes, that's exactly what I had in mind! We'll have to transit there somehow though. I'll find an excuse. In the meantime:
19. Exit
That was easier than I thought. Phew. I returned a smile to Lenna. Her response was admittedly sweet. ‘I can feel my…bladder again. I think...pee is coming. Can I let it out?’ Lenna broke the silence. I glanced at my watch. 12:55pm. She fills up really fast. 8 minutes. Probably not unheard of for me especially after alcohol, but still, that’s definitely some robot for you.
‘Yes, of course.’ I found it rather strange that Lenna was asking me if she could pee again, but at the same time her words and my response had an increasingly warm and fuzzy feeling to it. Maybe granting permission to Lenna was satisfying the control freak in me. Or perhaps being the responder to the question was simply a relief from my daily escapades of having to work out how to ask everyone else around me if I could pee.
Lenna squeezed my hands as her pee shot out; she let out a sigh. It was rather pleasant to have her reciprocate the simple action and I realized how powerful holding and squeezing somebody else’s hand was. It reminded me of how Charlotte squeezed my hands when I was upset or down. Her powerful stream was hitting the bowl; it was clear and didn’t have any obvious smell. I was wondering how pure it was given that it probably had been through what was very likely a powerful filtration process. She peed for exactly 7 seconds again.
I released Lenna’s hands, got up, stepped back and stretched my legs. Lenna was looking at me while I was doing so. I caught Lenna in the eyes again. She had an inquisitive sparkle. ‘I…Aisha? I…Can I see your…panties, Aisha?’
I was caught by surprise. ‘Umm. Ok? I…Why do you want to see them?’
‘You are beautiful too, Aisha. And…I cannot explain…but I…I have this desire…to see....’ She stopped; I could see her blushing slightly as she gazed down on the floor in front of her. She continued with her eyes down: ‘Since we are privately here…I…can I see…your panties?.. Maybe to see what colour you’re wearing?’
This was completely unprecedented. I was caught. Maybe she was just curious? But what if it was something more complex? I hesitated. I looked at her, not knowing quite what to say. Lenna continued: ‘Sorry I asked…I…I can’t understand the desire, also. Maybe you can just pretend you didn’t hear it?’ She was blushing even more.
But I can’t say no, can I? I had the exact same desire earlier when she wanted to remove her skirt to pee. And besides, I am in the same bathroom stall as she is now. It should be fine, right? I mean, she’s a female too, right?
‘It’s ok. I’ll let you see them, ok?’ I slowly wiggled my skirt up to show off my lower body to Lenna. Lenna was observing me intently and I could see a strange sparkle in her eyes. I started blushing as I realized she was eyeing me from head to toe and then focussing intently at the space between my legs that was still a little damp as it came into view. ‘I…You are really...sexy, Aisha.’ Was her first reaction. She continued slowly. ‘And your panties… I like how the fit on..you. And the colour you choose and the pattern at the top. I think I actually wanted to see…because…I know you…uri..pee when we were on the grass but…notice that your skirt is not wet like mine or Elina’s…but your panties...are still wet?’
I blushed even more. Lenna looked up as she finished speaking and our eyes met. She was obviously feeling rather embarrassed too for saying what she just said and it showed in her expression. No one was so forthright as to tell me I was sexy, ever. Not even my two-and-a-half past boyfriends. Half because it was one of those confused perpetual stuck-in-going-on-very-expensive-and-formal-dates relationships. Besides, compliments always came in more self-serving ways like where they choose to focus their eyes on and touch. I guess I just have bad luck with guys. The reason why she wanted to see my panties was the real embarrassing part though. She didn’t quite make sense but I knew what she was referring to. She’s quite observant. ‘Umm…I…well……’ I stammered.
Just as I was experiencing internal conflict in deciding if I should reveal my secret, I heard the bathroom door open. Elina’s voice called out with a concerned tone: ‘Lenna? Aisha? You guys alright?’
‘Yeah, we’ll be done in a few moments’ I quickly seized the opportunity as a chance to change the subject.
‘Ok, I’ll be waiting outside!’ Elina chirped.
Lenna looked at me expectantly. The interruption gave me the opportunity to pull together and I mouthed: ‘It’s a secret.’ I heard the door close and continued in a whisper: ‘I’ll share this special secret with you later, yeah? But you must promise to be a happy girl.’ Lenna grinned. ‘Ok! I promise.’
I pulled my skirt back down and straightened it. ‘Do you know where the bathroom is upstairs at the café?’
Lenna replied almost instantaneously: ‘Yes, I do. I’ll go in quickly to pee after we arrive, ok?’
‘Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.’
I looked down at the floor and was surprised that the puddle that had been at my legs for the last ten minutes or so was starting to shrink. I looked carefully; it seemed as though the liquid was seeping its way into the floor. I see. Micro capillaries. Self-draining and self-cleaning. Are the floors outside of the stalls in the main wash and make up area built this way too? I wonder how much this bathroom cost. I wanted these floors so badly for my own place but couldn’t afford to install them everywhere I wanted them to be. I settled for a few tiles in front of my potty, my desk in my study and in front of the stove, for obvious reasons.
I eagerly and absent-mindedly opened the stall door to check on the drops of liquid that Christine had left in front of the stall that she used earlier. Sure enough, they were gone without a trace. I took a couple of steps to marvel at the floor before realizing that the stall door was wide open with Lenna still undressed on the potty. She was looking on at me with a curious stare, as if trying to figure out what I was doing or looking at.
‘Oops. Sorry. Maybe you can put on your panties and skirt? Luckily there’s no one else in here.’ Lenna stood up, pulled her panties and skirt up and started fastening her belt. The perfectionist in me started whirring. She didn’t wash. I guess it doesn’t matter for her anyway, but still, she should wash. Additionally, the way in which she took off her belt before peeing or attempting to pee was really inefficient. Argh.
We went to the sink and washed our hands. I couldn’t bear my own thoughts. ‘Lenna, actually…’ I started out without knowing how to continue. ‘The next time you pee… you were struggling to take off your belt, right?’ Lenna nodded. I continued: ‘Maybe…you could do this instead?’ I faced Lenna, pulled up my skirt and exposed my panties for the second time before feeling really dumb. Didn’t I just do this. And I’m outside the stall now in front of the mirrors. I hope there aren’t any security cameras. My goodness. My panties are still damp. Argh. I could feel myself turning red.
Lenna was confused; I could see her eyes wandering around my crotch. I guess my out of context demonstration didn’t help at all. ‘Do...what?’
‘I mean, pulling up your skirt saves you the struggle of taking off your belt and skirt before peeing right? That way you will reduce the chances of wetting yourself.’ I finally managed to blurt the awkward message out.
Lenna smiled. ‘Okie. That’s a good idea. I will do that.’ Where on earth did she learn “okie” from?? It was so odd to have her saying that.
I pulled down my skirt, straightened it and looked at Lenna. She was gazing at herself in the mirror and caught my eye. ‘I’m ready, let’s go have your lunch? I think you are hungry?’ Lenna was surprisingly motivated on my behalf. I felt a warm fuzzy feeling as I exited the bathroom. First time I’ve had someone bother that I was hungry. We stepped out of the lobby and Elina was waiting outside at the far end of the lobby, staring out of the window into the central courtyard. Her diminutive silhouette contrasted with the giant double height panel of glass that she was looking out of. I wonder what she’s thinking about.
‘Elina?’ I called out as we neared her.
She immediately spun around and chirped: ‘Yup! Let’s go get lunch! I’m starving!’ She walked towards us. Of all things, she had two bottles of water held against her chest; one was half finished. ‘Here’s your ID! I got it settled while you guys were in there.’, she said as she handed me a holo-card. ‘And I got another bottle of water for you, in case you get thirsty later.’ She must have gulped down half of the other bottle again. She looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to drink from the bottle.
I obliged. I accepted the bottle of water from Elina, opened it and took a sip. I was thirsty after all. My eyes shifted to the holo-card. It was a polished piece of transparent optical polycarbonate embedded with a printed electronic display that showed my name and photo in three dimensions; I marvelled at it. It sparkled under the light coming in from the window. I glanced back up and saw Elina’s cute eyes looking at mine.
I wonder if she knew what we were doing in the bathroom. ‘Sorry we took so long…we were…cleaning up after the event on the grass earlier.’ Elina looked at me. I winked at her. She winked back. She obviously knew what happened to Lenna. ‘Great! I cleaned myself up too when I went to my office! Let’s stop talking and go get lunch!’ |
Read the few lines just above the title of this chapter only if you want a spoiler and/or are interested in determining how the story flows. Otherwise, just continue with the chapter and enjoy.
I will be making references to those very popular and long running stories on this forum that I find attractive. There are two so far; there was a reference in the bathroom on the ground floor and another reference hidden below. See if you can find them.
I am still undecided on whether I should be painting a "dinner in town (i.e. evening) chapter" with Christine in place of Lenna. Both characters would be drastically different in terms of bathroom behavior. I somehow think Christine might provide myself (i.e. Aisha) with a breather over the "Lenna experience" given Christine's drastically larger bladder capacity (and to add some big bladder stuff that is non-existent, although the context might be slightly out of point from the title of this story). We can bring Lenna out to town and build the relationship after the night out with Christine, since it just so happens to be Thursday today and Friday tomorrow. Lenna gets prime time (i.e. Fridays), right? Any thoughts?
20. Cafeteria
‘Ok, let’s go! I am really hungry too!’ I tried to sound as chirpy as I could; I immediately realized being chirpy didn’t suit my tone nor my voice when I had Elina beside me. It was just more ‘normal’ than Elina’s and didn’t have the cute chirp tone to it partly because it was slightly lower pitched. I looked at Elina, she smiled at me and said ‘Were you imitating me? You sound rather cute when you try to chirp.’ I blushed and grinned. ‘Oops. Well. Can’t beat the best at their game, can I?’ Elina laughed. Lenna actually smiled.
We made our way into the elevator and took the lift to the top floor of the building, the 10th floor. Elina started speaking as soon as we left the elevator. ‘There is a staff cafeteria and a fine dining restaurant in this building. Both are on the top floor.’ Elina paused. ‘Only the cafeteria offers free food staff members though. The fine dining restaurant is usually reserved for high profile visits only or if you want to splurge. The cafeteria pretty good food though and I haven’t found it lacking...It’s served buffet style. You can even order off buffet items at the counter as long as it’s not too exotic.
She paused again, as if thinking what else she should be saying. ‘Just try not to go for anything related to tacos. I had a really, really bad stomach the last time I tried it and I strongly suggest you don’t take it. I think it’s the chilli seeds.’ Her words sounded vaguely familiar. Why do all cafeterias serve toxic tacos? I recall my university canteen and my previous company’s cafeteria had toxic taco’s too. Maybe it’s just some sort of random fad.
The 10th floor appeared to be dedicated to staff recreation; the elevator lobby opened up into a wide double story volume that was brightly lit by a huge skylight in the ceiling. It felt like a luxury hotel lobby with open lounge areas, an island pantry with various beverage dispensing gadgets and even an automated grand piano that was playing lounge music. Plush sofas similar to those that I saw in the meeting room on the ground floor furnished the space; the wall we were walking past was adorned with an odd mix of abstract art and company material that comprised everything from work health and safety illustrations to scientific journal publications.
The corridor started narrowing as I observed a gym on the left; it looked very well equipped. Elina obviously felt it necessary to emphasize the point: ‘This is the main campus gym and it’s probably the best you can find in town. Everything you want is probably in there. There are lessons here in the evening. I only attended once when I came but didn’t really go after that…’ She trailed off as if clearing thoughts from her mind. I should ask her what she went for later. ‘Well, regardless, the East Wing cafeteria is right after this gym on the right.’
Her ‘right after’ meant something like another 100 meters of corridor with gym equipment on the left and relaxation lounges on the right. ‘This place is huge. Is it crowded during lunch peak?’ I had to ask as the corridor widened up into a large dining area.
Elina looked at me and replied. She had a rather downtrodden tone to her voice. It was as if the place brought back memories she didn’t particularly like. ‘Well…yes. It’s relatively crowded compared to now, but not too crowded. Almost the whole campus comes here for lunch. It’s designed as a sort of confluence area to allow people working in specialized fields to meet one another. I guess that’s to promote collaboration? It’s a pretty good idea I guess. And the view’s quite good too. You can see almost three quarters of the campus from the windows in the cafeteria since this is the tallest building around here.’
I looked around. The cafeteria was huge and had spectacular architecture. The whole place looked like it was built into the hollow of a tree with cut-outs for windows that were overlooking the campus. Some of the dining tables appeared to be built of the same material as the walls; they looked like they were grown straight out from the floor. The place was well lit from slits in the ceiling that appeared to let sunlight through.
It was relatively empty save for a few stragglers and one or two late lunch groups. I immediately noticed the long buffet table filled with trays of food that was being serviced by flying drones. They were all specialized for the task; some had sprays and suction designed for cleaning while others had utensils attachments for food manipulation. They were tidying up and aggregating half emptied trays together so that the empty ones could be brought in for washing.
I looked on as I saw four drones working together to lift up one of the trays out of their holders after it was emptied and proceeding to fly the tray into the massive open plan kitchen. More drones and a few robotic arms took over to wash and clean up. There were some that were manipulating food, presumably engaging in food preparation for the next round. We continued walking towards the buffet table.
‘Are they closing?’
‘Oh no. They never close. This place runs 24 hours. It gets crowded at dinner again too.’ Elina smiled. She obviously knew this place was pretty unique for what it was.
I noted the lack of human staff. This was despite the fact that the cooking equipment in the kitchen looked like it was designed for human use. ‘How many people does it take to run this place?’
‘Well, as far as I know, two. It’s pretty amazing how they manage to cook up a few hundred meals a day with just two people. Sharon is the head chef and Tony’s her assistant. She’s over there at the service desk.’ Elina replied as she pointed to the other end of the cafeteria. I looked; there was a middle-aged lady working at what looked like a chest high holo-screen about 10 rows of tables away. She waved at Elina. Elina waved back.
‘If you want anything special, ask her. Don’t use the automated ordering system. It sucks.’ Elina looked at me as if she was giving wise advice. Elina was obviously not the person to show off the best that the campus had.
I suddenly remembered Lenna. She had been silent since we left the bathroom on the first floor. I turned around; she was right behind me. She looked back at me with a worried tint in her eyes. Crap. She’s supposed to go to the bathroom. I looked down and saw her knees pressed together.
‘I think Lenna needs the bathroom…’ I started. Lenna blushed.
‘Yes. Lenna needs the bathroom. Can Lenna go? Okie?’ Lenna interrupted before I finished. Lenna was looking at me with innocent looking eyes.
What was with her ‘okie’ and her acting cute with the third person? |
Yes, it was. The tacos. Wonder if Flonne and the almighty Saril are in this universe too.
Idea on the contrast is interesting. Yes, Lenna does have a weaker bladder, sort of, although I don't really like the term because it's rather general. She just has sort of a higher 'metabolism' due to her artificial nature and she hasn't really learned to control her artificial muscles down there reliably. We'll figure out soon why this is the case.
I will be rather busy in the coming week, hence the general slowdown. Will try to write something nevertheless! Enjoy.
21. Lunch
‘Yes, sure, please go…’ I said. With those words, Lenna turned and started taking small fast steps towards the service desk. I saw a door beside the desk marked with a bathroom sign and looked on as she went towards the door, opened it and went in.
Elina looked at me with amazement. ‘Wow. What did you tell her? She’s never done that before. I have had always got to accompany her to the bathroom. And…well. She goes pretty often. And…I am not very good at teaching somebody else how to use a toilet…I guess I should never be a mother? I think she must have wet herself half of the times I accompanied her there.’
‘Oh. I see. Actually, I am not sure what I told her either…’ I trailed off as I noticed the bathroom door that Lenna entered was opening again as I realized my statement didn't make much sense.. Lenna emerged, approached Sharon at the service desk with unsteady paces. She started gesturing at the bathroom door. ‘Look like’s something’s wrong.’
Elina glanced in the direction I was looking. ‘Oh no! Let’s hope it’s nothing serious…’ She looked back at me. ‘Maybe you could go have a look? I could order lunch for the both of you. I usually get the tempura bento set for a treat. Is that OK with you?’ I looked at her. It was as if her eyes were already telling me to say yes. Guess she really doesn’t want to handle Lenna.
‘Sure. I’ll get what you get. Just no beef or lamb, ok?’ It was redundant information, but I felt it was necessary to state my preference to Elina to offset whatever good bargain she seemed to be getting out of the situation. Elina gave me a look. She obviously got the message. ‘No, don’t worry, no beef or lamb in there. Ok? And don’t worry, it’s nice. I promise.’
We made our way through the maze of tables towards Lenna and Sharon. Lenna was starting to be frantic. I could see her left hand clenched and she was pressing her thighs together as she gestured repeatedly at the door towards to the door. Fragments of the conversation started reaching my ears as we got nearer. ‘.....really!....I can’t get the cover up!! Can you go have a look please Sharon?’ ‘But my darling, I know you really need to go, look, I am busy now, but maybe you can go downstairs and use the toilet downstairs?’
Great. What’s this cover Lenna talking about? I walked right up to Lenna from behind, held her clenched left hand and squeezed it. She was obviously startled; she quickly turned around to look at me. She was obviously very nervous; I could even see fear in her eyes. I knew the first priority was her to get Lenna back into the bathroom so that if she had to wet herself at least she’ll be in a private space. ‘Don’t worry Sharon, we’ll go take a look since you’re busy. Come Lenna, let’s go in?’ I started walking and pulled Lenna towards the door; Lenna reluctantly followed me with tiny steps.
We finally reached the door; I pushed it open with my free hand. It opened up into a wood-themed corridor that led to five unisex cubicles on the right and three ornate sinks on the left. It was a rather small toilet for the volume of seating outside; they were quite obviously counting on dining staff using facilities elsewhere. There were red indicator lights on four out of the five doors inlaid into the ends of the handles. There was an accompanying loud washing noise. I walked to the last cubicle that did not have the light and pushed the door open; Lenna was hobbling along with me as I did so.
The cubicle was a complete contrast to the toilet on the ground floor. It was well used with hair and some tissue on the floor. This place must be packed during lunch. Probably a hellhole of a toilet. The potty was covered with a white lid. There was a robotic arm dangling from the ceiling helplessly repeating a grabbing motion in the air; quite obviously, this cubicle was meant to go into some sort of a washing cycle but it never made it past the first phase. I let go of Lenna’s hand and tried pulling the edge of the lid in an attempt to take it off the potty. It did not budge. I pulled harder. This time, the lid lifted a little but I was immediately startled by a loud whistling noise that accompanied air rushing past my fingers; a huge suction force slammed the lid back down. I lost my grip and fell backwards out into the corridor.
Fortunately, Lenna was standing out of the way as I fell backwards; I landed on my butt on the ground just in front of the cubicle. Great. What a day. Some sort of suction flush toilet. I looked at Lenna on my right; she was rubbing her knees together. The look on her face told me she was at the stage of trying to hold her pee in again; it was the same grimace that she had while she was sitting on the potty earlier while I was crouched in front of her. Her hands were digging into her thighs and she was leaning slightly forward.
I knew she only had a few seconds. It was as simple as that. I glanced around. Ok. Where would I pee if I were her? Drainage hole? I glanced around. Shucks. Nothing. I suddenly caught sight of the sinks. Ok, she’s going to learn to pee in the sink. I quickly stood up, held her hand and whispered: ‘Lenna, I know you need to go very badly…can you lift your skirt like I showed you earlier?’
She whimpered and immediately started to wiggle her dark denim skirt upwards to expose her crotch. Her knees were still pressed together. I noted her slim thighs were very much like mine; they didn't seem to help apply pressure on her urethra at all when she tried to press them together. Instead, the space that remained between her thighs just below her crotch served only to accentuate the damp dark blue patch on her light blue panties that was glistening with fresh wetness. Her lower belly exhibited fullness, although it was not as curved as when she had to go while we were in the toilet on the first floor. The damp patch stretched all the way to the back of her butt.
I pulled her towards the sink. ‘Lenna, I…umm.. ok. I know this is an emergency. Do you think you can…pee in the sink?’
Lenna looked at me. ‘How?’ She sounded breathless.
I was caught again. How was I going to show her how to do it?
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22. Eyes
‘Follow me.’ I walked towards the sink as I wiggled up my skirt, exposing my panties in the process. I leaned my crotch forward such that it was over the sink. Fortunately, the sink was relatively low and I could just reach the edge with my crotch when I leaned forward in my heels; this meant that Lenna wouldn’t have an issue given that she was slightly taller and had slightly higher heels on. I turned to my right to ask Lenna to follow before noticing that she was already moving towards the sink beside me. She stood such that she was facing me at an angle and was giving a rather pained frown.
I could see her thighs quivering as she spread them to get into the stance she needed to reach her crotch over the sink. Her hips and belly were protruding as she put in effort to lean forward. She struggled to balance and gasped just as she was about to get into position. I glanced down and saw clear liquid drops fall to the ground between her legs. She burst as soon as she leaned her waist forward over the sink; a powerful clear jet shot out from between her thighs, through her panties and into the sink. The blue cloth darkened as it soaked some of her liquid, however, it didn’t seem to affect the strength of her flow at all. It was spraying hard into the sink; droplets were splashing out on the mirror in front of us from the sheer force of liquid hitting the surface.
I was mesmerized. Watching her struggle and release just before she released whatever control she had was admittedly thrilling. I felt a strange rousing sensation. The fact that she was going in the sink added to the pleasure of watching her. Her stream was powerful and it was pure beauty to see it emerging from the sleek curves of her lower body. Lenna’s eyes were closed from the relief; her frown was replaced with one of relaxation as she emptied.
I watched and listened to Lenna’s version of pee emerging from her body for about two seconds before feeling a tingle building in my own bladder. Before I was ready, the tingle hit me without warning; I realized immediately that I hadn’t gone since we were on the grass and watching Lenna release just beside me was not helping at all. I immediately shrank back from my front leaning pose, stuck my butt out and clenched as hard as I could. In spite of my actions, I could feel a spurt escaping and spreading. The vague coolness of my slightly damp panties was being replaced with warmth from my fresh leak. I gripped the sink with my hands as I fought to regain control as Lenna’s gushing jet continued for another few seconds.
The wave continued on until Lenna’s stream ended as abruptly as it had started. It was a breathless five seconds as I fought to regain control. I looked down at myself and could see wetness glimmering between my thighs on the white satin stretched over my mound. A small drop that had escaped the confines of my underwear was making its way down my right thigh. That really caught me by surprise. I looked up at Lenna to see how she was doing. Her face was filled with relief. She was now no longer leaning forward but was standing just in front of the sink with her skirt still up. I could see her curious blue eyes looking inquisitively at me. She obviously saw me struggling to hold in the urge I just experienced.
‘Aisha, thank you…but..are you ok?...you…do you have to pee too?’
I blushed. This was really awkward, but I was somehow happy with answering the question. ‘Yes, ...you..umm..peed very…hard, Lenna. The sight of you peeing made me want to pee too. You mentioned that you had to pee after hearing Christine’s noise in the bathroom on the first floor? It is similar to your feeling I suppose and…well, that’s natural...’
I didn’t want to reveal about the fact that my small bladder was probably also pretty full and that it would empty soon anyway, whether I wanted it to do so or not. It was an inconvenient truth that I choose to ignore given that there was no proper place to empty it right now. I felt I was responsible and could control my bladder after so many years of Kegels. I almost felt like I was supposed to be the older sister who was guiding Lenna. I didn’t need to pee in the sink, did I? I knew I could make it downstairs.
My bladder suddenly tingled again. The sensation was powerful like always, but was slightly different from the orgasmic control I had earlier. It was as if my body did not agree with what I was thinking and wanted, well, out. I clenched and instinctively took my right hand off the sink and pressed it against my urethra. I could feel a small amount of wetness seeping out from within me. Looks like that orgasm on the grass earlier really drained my muscles.
‘Aisha, I think, you have to pee too, right?…I...maybe you could pee also…in the sink? I…promise I will keep it to myself ok?’
I looked into Lenna’s eyes. Her soft blue pupils and curled lashes touched me expectantly. Her eyes were speaking to me. She wanted me to pee like she did. ‘Can I watch?’ |
24. Afternoon
I didn’t know what to feel as we left the bathroom. I was confused. Lenna was silent as we approached Elina, who was already sitting on a square table for four nearby with two nicely laid out bento sets and a large soda. Elina didn’t say anything to us as we approached; we sat down in silence, with Lenna choosing the seat diagonally opposite mine that was beside Elina. I caught a glace of her eyes; she looked away as if she was very embarrassed at what she just admitted.
I decided to break the silence. ‘We’re back! This looks great.’ It didn’t come out as bright as I hoped it to be.
Elina obviously sensed that there was a tension between Lenna and myself. ‘You two took really long. Is everything ok?’
‘Yes.’ I was surprised that Lenna answered in unison to my response. I looked at her and smiled. Her apprehensive look went away and she smiled warmly in return.
Lenna added: ‘We took a bit long because the cover was stuck. Aisha managed to get it off.’
Wow. She learns fast. Time to change the subject. ‘Is that soda for Lenna?’
‘Great, thank you for sorting out the cover Aisha...in return…I got your lunch…see! As promised!’ Elina winked. ‘It looks great, right? And, well, it’s not exactly soda…they only have soda cups. Lenna likes apple-beetroot-carrot juice the best, so they kinda juice it for her and put that in a soda cup. She doesn’t really like drinking the normal soda varieties, right Lenna?’
Lenna nodded. ‘The normal soda stings. I don’t like the bubbles.’ Lenna paused. ‘And it makes me so full of gas after. I think you and Elina burp? I can’t! It’s frustrating. I became so full and thirsty at the same time…it wasn’t nice…’
I couldn’t help but smile. It sounded funny regardless of how serious the underlying topic was. Elina was almost giggling. ‘Yes, I tried to teach Lenna how to burp, I even tried patting her back but it didn’t work. She tried it for several hours and in the end, we had to send her back to the lab for Jan to help. That reminds me…’
Elina took out her communicator. It was a tad bit newer than mine was a nice semi-translucent screen. ‘Lenna I think you have to go in for an operation in the lab downstairs at half past 3 or something? Some fuel cell thing? We kinda have to hurry…’
Lenna frowned. ‘Oh yes. I…’ she let out a deep sigh. I could tell that whatever it was, it was not something she liked.
‘What is it?’ I asked innocently as I took up my chopsticks and attacked the juicy sashimi that was lining a compartment in my bento set. I didn’t see the point in having food before me that was not being eaten.
Elina started filling in the gap. ‘Well, I’ll try to explain. You see, there are many teams other than just Jan’s team that are working with Lenna. They are all constantly trying to improve on their work. Now…about three weeks ago…there was a party for Lenna’s inauguration…they called it an inauguration because we couldn’t think of a better term for it…somebody decided to try to see if Lenna could drink. Like, consume alcohol.’
Lenna was listening to Elina telling the story for her. She seemed glad she didn’t have to narrate it.
Elina gestured towards Lenna. ‘She ate...like…one or two pizza slices and a few bits of finger food, was it? Just to see how it taste like. She was doing fine, so they wanted her to try drinking some of the champagne they had brought in to celebrate. That was when things started to go a little bit crazy.’
Elina paused. ‘I’ll save the details, but basically Lenna didn’t quite have a good time and they had to fix her up. She kinda passed out?’ Elina looked at Lenna, ‘I guess that’s how it felt for you?...I am really not sure how it went…I just know you really didn’t feel good…’
‘I don’t know how it feels like to pass out. But you are right, I didn’t feel good at all and after a while everything just went black.’ Lenna finally started talking after taking she drank her juice. ‘Then when I woke up was on this place with very bright lights, laying down. My clothes were removed. I realized I was being…shut down and they were…fixing me.’
I looked at Lenna. She had the same fearful look in her eyes as she spoke. ‘I was out for a few days and only knew because of the calendar. I learnt from Jan later that there was a serious problem with my body. Both of the fuel cells I have in me were damaged and they had to replace it or I would…cease to exist. He said it was not possible to back me up. I had a sentience and he was not sure how I would carry over as a consciousness even if he copied all the data out of my body while I was shut down…’
‘Don’t worry, I think he would take all steps he can to ensure your well-being, Lenna. I saw his concern for your well-being earlier today.’ I tried to reassure her. It was an inference I was making that what Jan was referring to this morning as ‘data-loss’ was related to this belief that offline transfer of consciousness was impossible. ‘So the operation later…fixes that? That’s a good thing, right?’ I was no longer surprised that she was so aware of her artificial consciousness. It seemed that openness was the manner in which the organization choose to interact with its AI.
‘From the last project meeting I attended, the team seemed to have…come up with another fix…’ Lenna trailed off and sighed. ‘I just don’t like being fixed like that…makes me feel like I’ll never wake up again.’ She even attends the project meetings talking about...her? That must either feel terrible or empowering.
Elina looked in surprise at Lenna. I could understand why. Lenna probably never said something like that in front of Elina before. She was quick to apologise. ‘Umm…sorry Lenna. I never meant to bring up something that affected you so much…’
Lenna looked at Elina. ‘It’s ok. I know it has to be done.’ She turned back to face me and continued in between sips of her drink. ‘I read all their papers about it, the fuel cells. They put temporary ones in me during the fix. The temporary ones were prototypes. Jan said they were expected to last a few weeks. But they were not sure themselves. They installed some backup battery in case the cells failed. I found out from Jan that I can keep the battery fully charged by drinking before I am thirsty. That’s why I have been trying to drink more often. The new ones supposed to prevent the problem from happening again. They supposed to process alcohol and starch combination properly. I think they will be taking half the batteries out. I am not sure. That decision was just yesterday. Before you came.’
I was speechless once again. Why does Lenna know so much? Given that she already knew all about her origin and everything that was being done to her, what was there left for me to assess or even do? Why was I even here on this team? |
25. Fruits
I finished the last bit of rice from my bento and drained my glass of green tea as Elina went on about the little puppy she had recently adopted from an animal shelter. She was a fast eater and had finished everything before I did. The bento was pleasant; something that I would definitely try again. Lenna was still drinking her giant soda cup of juice when I finished my meal and was listening intently to Elina go on about her puppy. She seemed really interested in animals. I glanced at my watch; 2:09 pm. Some time to get down to office and have a chat with Lenna.
Elina noticed I was done. ‘Shall we go? I could drop both of you off at your office and you can have some time with Lenna before she goes downstairs?’
‘Ok. I guess I’ll have a lot of reading to do this afternoon.’
‘Yup! I learnt really very fast that everything here is really complicated, like really, really complicated. Like it really makes me feel really dumb? I really hope you don’t become like Jan, babbling things I really don’t understand?’
‘I’ll try my best not to yeah? Simple is good.’ I smiled, half amused at the number of ‘reallys’ that she used. Somehow, I wasn’t sure if I could keep to my promise, but it was worthwhile trying to make a rather cute friend out of Elina anyway.
Elina stood up. I could see that her fitting skirt was slightly stretched around her front and her bum. Her rounder stomach made her fill her blazer a bit better; the lapel at the front was more pronounced and gave her a sharper look. Guess she is rather full from the meal too. That was quite a lot of food.
We stepped out of the cafeteria and made our way past the lounges and gym to get to the elevator. Lenna was still drinking from her soda; I could hear it was finishing though from the sucking noises she was making. She seemed to like the pulp that was at the bottom of the cup.
‘Lenna have you ever eaten any of the fruits before?’ I asked out of curiosity as we stepped into the elevator.
Lenna looked at me with curious eyes. ‘No…not the whole fruit. Why do you ask?’ She paused for a moment as her face filled with sudden revelation. ‘I understand. Yes, maybe I should try one day. That might be nice. I get bored of drinking all the time? So I like something to chew on.’
I wondered how it felt like to be constantly drinking and only drinking fluids for sustenance. Does she feel texture on her tongue? And besides, if she did eat the pulp for pleasure, how did her body get rid of the residue?
The elevator chimed as we reached the 7th floor. ‘We’re here!’ Elina chirped. Her tone had a dulled edge. Perhaps she’s just tired of chirping. Today must be a rather draining day for her.
We walked across the complex towards the office that she had brought me to earlier. I was observing all the offices and meeting rooms we walked past; they were bustling with activity. People were having meetings, working on their holo-terminals, listening to presentations; the list of familiar corporate activity was endless. I realized I was observing the single reason why Xixor still remained as one of the last bastions of human corporate employment in the area.
Our pace slowed as we neared my office door; Elina stopped, stood by the side and let me past to open the door. I placed my right hand on the handle and was about to dig in my blazer pocket with my left for what I thought was the door key I had retrieved from the room earlier when, much to my surprise, the handle slid aside under my light grip automatically and opened. Elina saw the startled expression on my face and grinned.
‘Well, the door handles reads your palm print I think. It senses your hand when it’s near and…checks it I guess? There’s this system in my office that I can assign rooms with…I assigned this room to you earlier when I was coding your pass. It’s kinda cool.’
I pushed the door open and entered my office. The beautiful, lush treetops in the courtyard greeted me. Elina went on chirping. ‘Lenna’s room is just opposite yours, you can just walk over and have a look. She has access and maybe you can spend some time with her there? Just remember to get her downstairs in about an hour for the operation.’ She suddenly paused. I couldn’t help but notice that she was squeezing her thighs together. ‘Umm. I’ll go off now? Thank you for bearing with my clumsiness today…and great knowing you a little better! You can give me a call if there’s anything you need, okay? You can always call me for lunch or dinner too! And I promise I’ll bring my puppy when it’s a bit older.’
I smiled at Elina. She was really a nice girl who was dedicated to her responsibility of hospitality and had devoted a large portion of her day to bring me around. And besides, it seemed like lunch was making its way to her bladder. Perhaps I should let her go. ‘Thanks for bringing me around today Elina. I guess we will meet again soon! I’ll definitely call you if anything comes up.’
‘Okie! Seeya!’ Elina hugged her bottle of water that she was still carrying, spun around and started walking briskly down the corridor. She went some way before she turned back and waved. We waved back. I wondered if she really had to use the bathroom. For that matter, I wondered how long she’d hold it for before choosing to go. The mewing noises she was making replayed in my mind. I really have to find out one day what those noises are. |
Olivia’s Sleepover
It was Friday night, Olivia reached out and shut the water off to the shower. She could just see her reflection in the glass sliding door. She stopped for a moment and gazed on at her body, her bright blue eyes, dark brown hair, slim body that was complimented by her beautiful breasts and shaved genitals. In her mind, she felt like she was different than her friends, though not physically. When Olivia would look on at herself, she would imagine Lauren, her best friend who bared similar characteristics to herself, only with extraordinarily long blond hair that reached her mid back, and dark brown eyes. In her mind she could only imagine reaching down and touching her best friend… She snapped out of it and thought to herself “I’m nineteen, why can’t I be normal” and proceeded to open the sliding door of the shower and grab her phone.
While wiping the steam off her screen, she saw two alerts from Sarah. The first was a text reading “Hey are your parents still going to be gone this weekend!?”. Next was a snapchat of a cheap bottle of vodka she stole from her parent’s liquor cabinet. Olivia took replied with a selfie from the shoulders up saying “Yeah, my parents shouldn’t be back till Monday afternoon” with a smile on her face. She grabbed her towel, dried off then got dressed. She put on dark jeans and a light green top.
2 HOURS LATER…
Olivia saw her phone light up, it was a snap from Sarah with a picture of her front door saying “here”. The door opened and Sarah stepped in closely following was Lauren, which Olivia was surprised since she had no idea she was coming. Things proceeded like they usually do, it wasn’t till later after they had finished watching a movie that Sarah pulled out the booze and three shot glasses she took from home. After they were poured Lauren toasted with “Drink up bitches!!” many drinks later, things got fuzzier and fuzzier. Next thing she knew Olivia woke up in bed and rolled over, and she felt it, that familiar feeling, her bed was wet. She thought to herself “I’m too old to wet the bed, and jeez it’s too much to clean up, pants are so much easier, I can just take them off and toss them in the washer”. She reached down and felt her crotch but it wasn’t wet, and became confused. Olivia rolled over, the sunlight poking through the shades was blinding, then she was startled by movement to her right, she saw Lauren out cold in her bed… Olivia got to thinking, oh god what did I do last night, what did I say, why is the bed wet! Was it Lauren? Oh My God did we… you know… have sex? “Hey you’re up” Lauren quietly said as she woke up. “What the… Olivia did you wet the bed?!?” Olivia thought to herself, what do I say… Both of them got out of bed and looked at each other, Olivia’s whole left side of her body was wet, her green sleeping shorts and her shirt from the night before. Olivia looked at Lauren’s jeans from the night before, there was a faded wet stain from her crotch to her knees, that looked familiar, like her pants after she was kneeling in the shower and wet herself. Along with that, her right side was still freshly soaked looking. Olivia asked Lauren “do you remember much from last night?” Lauren was wide eyed and froze up like a deer in headlights, “Lauren?” Olivia asked… She snapped out of it and said that she didn’t remember much and that she was sorry she wet herself in Olivia’s bed.
15 MINUTES LATER
Olivia leaned back against her washing machine after she put in her sheets and clothes. She thought to herself, “Why were the front of her jeans wet… did I forget actually seeing her wet herself…” she started to imagine watching as her crotch started to glisten and the wetness slowly spreading across her thighs and then down her legs as she was kneeling on her bed… Lauren snapped her out of her thoughts, in just a bra and underwear. “Do you have an extra pair of pants I can borrow?” “Yeah” and she had a thought, give her the yoga pants usually wets in, a light grey pair of that were extra tight fitting in the butt. She went to her room and grabbed them and tossed them back to her. She could feel that she was getting damp just with the thought of her wearing the pants the she peed in not only two days earlier… Lauren thanked her and slipped them on. “These are a little tight on me” she said and Olivia smiled and said yeah, but I don’t have much else clean right now.” They made their way upstairs and Sarah was sitting at the counter and looked over and gave a weird grin and said, “you two are finally up!” with an odd tone in her voice. Lauren said “Yeah, I don’t remember much from last night.” Sarah laughed and said, good thing you had me record everything!
TO BE CONTINUED… |
After Sarah’s comment, all Olivia could think about was what she may have said or done. Sarah said “Come, Sit!”. Both Lauren and Olivia looked at each other worried, Sarah asked what the last thing they remembered was. Olivia thought hard, and came to the conclusion that the last thing she remembered clearly was looking for her phone charger. Olivia looked at Lauren “How about you?”, she replied with “When we were ordering the pizza”. Sarah smiled and said “Well I’ve got a lot to tell you then! Sit down, I’ll start with…
THE NIGHT BEFORE
Olivia disappeared from the basement and headed up the stairs, Lauren looked over at Sarah and exclaimed “She is really talkative tonight!!”, “Yeah!” she said back. Olivia came back down the stairs swinging her phone charger like a lasso and told the others that she was hungry. They ordered pizza and 2 bottles of pop with it. After about a half hour when the pizza showed up Olivia noticed looked over at Lauren polishing off her fourth bottle of lemonade. Sarah quickly stood up and ran up to get the pizza, Olivia said “Damn, what is that your third bottle?”. “No” she replied laughing, “It’s my fourth!” She sat up quickly and cleared her throat then leaned back. Olivia asked her “Everything alright?”. She smiled and looked over and said “I…”. Sarah came running downstairs and screamed “I don’t have enough for the tip!” in a jokingly tone. Olivia grabbed a 10 from her purse and tossed it to her. Another minute of hanging out in the basement Sarah came back down the stairs with pizza and pop. Olivia got up to get some plates from upstairs, when she left Lauren looked over at Sarah and said “we should do something fun once were done eating!” She said “Yeah, I’ll come up with something!”
By the time they were done eating and making small talk, Sarah said “Ok Lauren, I’ve got an idea for something to do!”. “We can play truth or dare for a bit!”, since they all were looking for something fun to do after drinking a bit. They all sat down on the floor and laid out the rules, Olivia said if you choose truth then you have to do the last dare that you had someone do along with answering the question. Lauren and Sarah looked at each other and shrugged it off, they figured it could make it interesting. Sarah quickly spoke up and said “oooh I’m first!” Lauren quickly said “ok then! Truth or dare!”. Sarah said “no, wait, I meant I wanted to ask first!” “too bad! Truth or Dare?” Sarah said dare and Lauren got to thinking about what she was going to tell her to do. “I dare you to record everybody’s truth and dares!”. She thought about it for a moment and came up with one. “I dare you to read your last text out loud!”. She got a little pale for a second and said ok, “I sent Allie a text that said Hey with a winky face”. Lauren said “oooooooh getting your girl crush on!” in a joking tone, but this started a thought in Olivia’s mind. About twenty minutes of not very eventful truth or dare, it was Olivia’s turn to dare one of them. “I dare you to strip your pants off!” Her eyes got wide, and she said “No I can’t!” Olivia thought to herself, why “can’t” she… why didn’t she say I don’t want to… im confused… “Earth to OLIVIA” Sarah said, “oh sorry, these drinks must be getting to me”. Olivia asked “why can’t you take them off? It’s a dare, you’ve gotta!”. “It’s a little embarrassing…” she replied. “Why is that?” Sarah said in an excited tone. Lauren started pulling down her pants, “Don’t laugh!”. She was pulling them down and her beautiful butt came into view with her light green panties. Olivia instantly could feel herself getting a little damp, just thinking about reaching and grabbing her friend… so close.
Lauren turned around and there was a small wet patch in the crotch of her underwear. Lauren pleaded “I had to go to the bathroom… I’m good now”. Olivia responded with “Oh my god I’m so sorry!”, “you know what it’s fine… I feel more feel more free now!” as she was saying it she was shaking her hips back and forth with a smile on her face. Sarah looked over at Olivia “Well you definitely made things interesting! Lauren sat back down slowly, to Olivia it was obvious she still had to pee, the feeling was all too familiar… Lauren sat down and looked around the room, now that it was her turn to choose her next victim she was ready to dare Olivia. Lauren had a good dare in order to get her back for getting her to show her pee sodden panties, “Truth or Dare Olivia” she said with a devious tone. Olivia was feeling a bit horny now seeing her friend in a pair of underwear that she had peed in! It was getting to be so much… “Truth” she exclaimed. This took Lauren off a bit, “ok, why did you dare me to take my jeans off?” at this point they were all pretty tipsy. “Honestly… I wanted to see you without any pants on…” the three of them were quiet for a second, when Lauren replied with “Well thank god, I can finally see you without yours on! Olivia saw Sarah quickly perk up, “wait, soooo… you like her too??” she asked Lauren. Lauren sat up with a look of curiosity on her face. “Wait… ummm Olivia, you like me?? Like, like like me?” Olivia glared over at Sarah “Why would you say that!” “She wasn’t supposed to know!”, “Olivia why do you think I brought her here, she likes you too you goof!” Lauren looked up and smiled…
“Well your next job is to take your pants off, you chose truth so you have to also do my dare!” Olivia smiled and took them off, Sarah sat back smiled because she now gets to see two of her best friends in their underwear. “well I guess there’s no reason to be worried now that you know” when Olivia pulled her pants down her light grey panties were slightly damp in the crotch. “I’ve gotten a little excited since you took your pants off. Lauren leaded back against the couch in bliss. It was now Sarah’s turn to ask one of them, she looked to Olivia. “Truth or Dare”, “Truth!” she said hoping she would end up getting to explain why she likes Lauren. “What turned you on most when she pulled her pants off?”… “Hahaha, Olivia broke out laughing, Definitely her pee stained panties!” she said with such confidence.
(Morning After) “There is no way I said that last night!”, “Oh honey, that’s not the least of it!” exclaimed Sarah. Lauren laughed and said “wow, that must explain my wet pants and Olivia’s wet bed!” Sarah spun around in the chair at the counter where they were talking. “Nooo, what! Spill now, you two talk!”. “umm when I woke up my bed was soaked with pee”, “It was my fault” said Lauren. Sarah replied with “wow, you said you were going back to Olivia’s room to record a video” she said with a wink “I just didn’t realize it would be like that!”. Olivia pulled out her phone from her pocket, went to her videos and saw that there were three videos recorded from last night. One of them taking their first shot, the next a video of when they were playing Truth or Dare.
Lauren: Ok its your turn!
Olivia: Why it’s not even a dare! For Sarah it was!
Sarah: You know one of us will make you do it anyways soon!
The camera pans from Lauren’s dark wet crotch to Olivia’s Jeans, She knelt up.
Olivia: Oh my god this is going to be orgasmic with you both watching
The crotch of Olivia’s jeans were glistening with pee, spreading across the front of her thighs and down the front and back of her pants. The trail of pee on the back of her jeans began wrapping around the front by her knees.
Olivia: It’s sooooo warm, oh I just wanna…
Lauren: You wanna what!
Olivia: I want to get my vibrator sooo bad and just hold it here
Sarah: While you’re wetting yourself?
Olivia: It feels amazing when I’m peeing my panties. Im almost done, im not going to finish, I want to be able to go more later!
The camera panned to Lauren who was wide eyed
Lauren: I…I…
Olivia zoomed in on her crotch and she was leaking in her panties right in front of them. It was coming out in spurts. Her tight panties were glistening then going dark then glistening again and again.
Sarah: oh my! You really are getting into this!
Sarah crawled into view between the camera and Lauren. The whole back of Sarah’s night shorts were completely soaked.
The video ended and Sarah looked at them and said “oh my, I didn’t realize I pissed my pants last night…”, Lauren chimed in “well obviously you were enjoying it too” she said with a smile and a snarky tone. “Well… I have done it a few times before… When we’re at the beach, and we are all laid out soaking up the sun I like to lay and let it out slowly…” Olivia smiled and said “Damn I wish I could have noticed… at least we still have tonight to have some more fun!” |
A/N: Adoptive sibling incest, ahoy! This has a really abrupt ending because I cut it off before the smutty bits happen, though those can be found on ao3.
When he has the chance to ride out early, before the rest of his siblings, and to see his younger sister sooner than expected, the crown prince takes it. He misses Corrin more and more lately, and he’s growing more aware as time goes on that his feelings aren’t exactly befitting of an older brother, but still he can’t stop himself from wanting to see her, or from taking every chance he can to go see her.
Sometimes, he tries to absolve himself of his guilt by reminding himself that she isn’t his sister by blood, that she’s only his sister in name, but then he remembers that she isn’t aware of it, and that she still sees him as a brother, that the rest of their family still sees her as a part of the family. He knows that what he feels for her is wrong, in that regard, but he’s fallen too hard for her to turn back now, even if he never does anything to pursue them.
On this particular day, he’s in a hurry to reach her before night, before it’s too late for them to spend too much time together. The next morning, the other three will be coming to see her as well, and so Xander rushes to get to Corrin, so fast that his two retainers can barely keep up with him.
However, there is something else spurring him on, though that predicament is also making it more difficult to keep up at this pace. He’s been in such a rush from the beginning that he’s taken no time to relieve himself, and by the time he realizes that this is becoming a problem , he’s too close and too determined to reach her without any interruption. It’s nothing that he can’t handle.
But the constant jostling does not ease things up and, in fact, the trip seems to be a little longer than he remembered, or at least long enough that his need becomes torturous and that his bladder absolutely aches before he’s even there. Xander grits his teeth and presses on because, by now, he’s pushed himself so far that a little bit more doesn’t seem so bad, and he doesn’t want to stop now, especially not knowing that he would have to explain his reasoning to his retainers.
It hurts so badly at times that he almost regrets his decision, but his determination is greater than his need in his mind, and his desire to see Corrin as well. Each time he is jostled, he feels like he might lose it at any point, and his teeth are grit and his hands are tense by the time the fortress is finally in sight. He is well aware that he is near his limit, but he’s close now, and that’s all that matters.
The guards let him past the first gate without any trouble, with Laslow and Peri following close behind, and he dismounts, his legs shaking as he hits the ground. There’s a servant at his side immediately, offering to take his horse, and he’s grateful for that, as he really doesn’t have much time left. He starts off at brisk pace, tense all over and just barely managing to contain the contents of his throbbing bladder as each step threatens to cause him to spill over.
When he’s mostly out of sight, he finds himself staggering a bit, his breathing growing more and more heavy, and he knows he’s in a very precarious situation, but he’s so close now that he hopes-
“Big brother!” Corrin calls out to him as she comes running, and he heart sinks. She must have heard he arrived and come to greet him, and if there’s any temptation that could keep him away from relief, it’s her.
He continues his stiff pace, acting as if he doesn’t notice her, but when she calls to him again, he turns and holds up a hand, mumbling, “I’ll be with you in one moment, little princess.”
“You can’t get away from me!” she teases, and at the rate he’s going, it’s easy for her to catch up to him, giggling all the while. “I missed you so much, there’s no way I’m letting you run off without giving me a hug!”
“Little princess, I-” But then she’s right in front of him, blocking his path for the moment, and before he work around her, she’s upon him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He’s always been more physically affectionate with her than the others, though he acts like that’s entirely at her insistence, and she expects a hug from him at this point.
But today, this hug is his downfall, and he struggles against her and he struggles against himself, but it’s all for nothing as she squeezes him just a bit too hard. After fighting against his bladder for so long, he has no fight left in him, and horror washes over him at the same time that relief does. It doesn’t take long for his pants to be completely soaked through and he can’t silence his low groan, nor can he finds the words to explain what’s happening to Corrin or apologize to he or anything. His knees buckle beneath him and he’s sure he would fall if it weren’t for the fact that he doesn’t want to risk falling on Corrin.
Corrin .
Even as intense relief washes over him, his bladder cramping as it empties itself, he can’t forget for a moment that he’s still trapped in his sister’s arms; that she must be growing just as soaked as he is. She gives the softest gasp, her arms falling to her sides, and Xander cannot remember ever being quite so humiliated in all his life. When she steps back, it’s just in time to watch the last trickle slow to a stop, the evidence of what just happened plain as day.
“B-big brother?” she asks softly.
“I…Little princess, I…” But there are absolutely no words to express how he’s feeling right now. He’s certain that she’s disgusted with him now, or, at best, that she pities him and thinks a little bit less of him for this. Xander hangs his head, a slow, shuddering sigh escaping him, and then…
And then Corrin throws her arms around him again, pulling him into a tighter hug than before.
“What are you...Corrin?”
“Don’t be sad, big brother,” is all that she says.
“But...you’re going to…” Of course, she’s already wet so he supposes it doesn’t matter, but still, he thinks she would at least show a little restraint.
“Nobody saw that but me, so just don’t be sad, okay?” She nuzzles her face against his chest, getting a bit closer than they normally do when they hug. Even in this state, he can’t help but notice that they’re closer than usual, though he’s sure that Corrin thinks nothing of it. She probably doesn’t realize what she’s doing, or perhaps he’s just thinking too much due to his own feelings, and that just makes him feel even more guilty.
“Corrin, that doesn’t... you still saw, and so I…”
“I just don’t want you to be sad,” she replies. “I know it must have been a long trip, and...and I got in your way, so it’s all my fault! It’s all my fault, big brother!”
He steps back out of their hug and she stares up at him with worried, sincere eyes, so he forces a smile and says, “Don’t worry, little princess. It isn’t your fault, but I’m not sad anymore, alright?”
“Do you mean it?”
“I do. Now, let’s get inside so I can try to clean myself up before anyone notices.” His dark clothes, coupled with the hallways they pass through inside, help conceal the incident from anyone they pass, and Corrin sticks close to his side all the while. Just being with her is enough of a comfort, though he still wishes she hadn’t seen him in such a state. |
Perfect. That was the only word that Mason would use to describe this day. The beach had been warm, sunny, and not too crowded. He and Cooper had spent the day lounging on the warm sand, walking hand in hand down the boardwalk, and swimming in the beautiful pacific.
It had taken Cooper a little while to warm up to the idea of going swimming. Though he would never admit it, he gets paranoid about being labelled a typical American fatass.
In reality, Cooper wasn’t in bad shape. He was five feet and ten inches of lean, stringy muscle. The lack of that perfect ‘chiseled’ effect can make him self conscious. Mason thinks he’s beautiful though, and really struggles to get the other to see that he has nothing to worry about.
With his more slender appearance, and boyish clean-shaven face, many assumed that Cooper was the younger of the two. Mason was, in fact, the younger one at twenty-two years old. Cooper had him beat by three years. Standing next to bulky muscles plastered on a six foot tall frame and a face constantly decorated with stubble made that hard to believe though.
Mason smiled a little as he thought about how happy his lover was when he had finally been coaxed out of his tee shirt and into the warm water. They had splashed around and had a water fight like children. They had swimming races and a sand castle building contest, and thoroughly enjoyed having the day all to themselves.
Now they were packed up in Cooper's car as they drove toward his apartment. Cooper was singing to the radio and weaving through slower traffic. They were only about 20 minutes away, and were both eager to get there.
Mason sighed contentedly at the thought of soon being able to release his aching bladder, change into something more comfortable than damp swim trunks, and spend the rest of the night laying around with his boyfriend.
He stretched out and closed his eyes. He felt Cooper's hand searching for his own. Missing, it squeezed his knee and began a journey upward. Mason caught it before it wander too far up his lap. He locked their fingers together and mentally grumbled about the inconvenient traffic.
They had left the beach in a bit of a hurry, as there was a thunderstorm in the forecast for the evening. So when the clouds rolled in and the raindrops started to fall, the two packed up and left with the crowds hoping to beat the storm home. Cooper knew Mason didn't care much for storms, some trauma that he didn't like to talk about had left him with a touch of PTSD. Thunder happened to be a trigger and as mild as he claimed his discomfort with it to be, Cooper didn't want to put him in a bad situation.
It was looking like they were going to be successful in that plan, until traffic stopped. The two waited, and waited, and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Outside the rain fell harder, adding to Mason's growing discomfort. After a while with no movement, Cooper grew bored and switched the radio station and scanned for the traffic report station to see if he could find out what was going on.
The two groaned in frustration as a monotonous reported declared that the road that they were currently on would be out of service for several hours due to a massive pile up. Responders were going to do their best to re-direct traffic as soon as possible.
"Great, we're stuck! Seriously, what are we gonna do in a car for hours?"As his more energetic boyfriend complained about the impending boredom, a throb from Mason's bladder reminded him that several hours is indeed going to be a problem. He must have shown his discomfort, for the usually oblivious man squeezed his hand a little tighter.
"Don't worry babe, I won't let the storm scare ya!" Cooper announced. Mason scoffed, but didn't respond. A little concerned by the agitated response, Cooper leaned over to give the younger a reassuring kiss. However, he was blocked from touching the other's body.
"You okay?" Concern filled the sea blue eyes as he waited for a response.
"I'm fine." Despite his words Mason flushed bright red. Cooper shook his head, seeing he was onto something.
"You can tell me, babe." He promised, not sure what to do should his boyfriend react poorly to the eminent storm. Mason knew Cooper was starting to overthink. It would be easier to tell him what was wrong than have him sit there and stress. His face grew redder as he fumbled for the right words.
"I um, I n-need to use the restroom, quite b-badly actually. I’m okay for now though." He dropped his gaze to his lap, completely humiliated by the childlike display of weakness. Mason was never very good at telling people what he needed, he’d rather take care of himself.
"How bad is it? Do you think you can make it home?" Cooper asked, quickly scanning the car to find a bottle or something.
"I'm fine, don't worry about it. Do you mind if I take a nap?" He asked, finding it to be the most convenient evasion available. Cooper shook his head and watched as Mason peeled his shirt off of his incredibly toned body and stuck it behind his head as a pillow, then reclined the seat.
He killed the engine and settled back to watch his boyfriend sleep. He felt bad for him. The younger man was very shy and private about personal things like his bodily functions.
"He must have to go pretty bad." He thought to himself. As if to answer the thought, Mason's hand snaked beneath the waistband of his swim trunks and grasped at his length. This was something the proud man would never do whilst awake.
He reached into the back seat and produced a fluffy beach towel. Gently, he covered the man, and smiled at his own heroic effort. He didn't want to see the humiliated look on Mason's face when he woke up in such a position.
Soon Cooper was forced to turn the car back on and inch through traffic with the rest of the displaced drivers. After about an hour of torturous start-and-stop snail pace, traffic stopped once again. As the he huffed in irritation he saw a blinding streak of lightning assault the skyline.
Of course, the resulting thunder was just as impressive. Mason flew upright at the deafening sound, panic flashing through the crystal- blue eyes. Cooper laid hand on the disoriented man's arm, and after a few deep breaths Mason returned his seat to its proper position. Cooper shot him a reassuring smile.
"You okay?" He checked. Mason nodded and looked around, looking anywhere but him.
"We've moved?" Cooper shrugged, pretending not to watch the younger too closely.
"Yeah, we're about 10 minutes from my place now." He stated in a carefully disinterested fashion.
Another 40 minutes came and went and Mason was in pure agony. There was no position that would silence the throbbing of his poor, abused bladder. Traffic had just started at a snail's pace once more, but it wasn’t good enough.
Mason secretly knew he wasn't going to make it home if something didn't happen soon. Cooper chatted idly, trying to keep his lover's mind off the storm and, well his other problem. It obviously wasn't working. Mason was fidgeting relentlessly, clearly very uncomfortable.
Cooper scanned the car for anything the poor guy could relieve himself into. Just as he came to the conclusion that there was nothing of use in the small car, traffic stopped once more. Mason groaned, desperation finally overpowering his pride. Not 5 minutes from home and he was about to lose it, the exit was literally right there. His tired muscles shaking in an effort not to embarrass himself.
Cooper gave him a sympathetic look, but then had what he considered to be a great idea. He grabbed the towel from where it was abandoned at Mason's feet, and folded it into a thick square.
"Mase, I know you're not gonna like this, but pull down your shorts." He instructed calmly. Mason looked at the towel, then back at his boyfriend and immediately turned scarlet at the thought of what the other was proposing. He shook his head vigorously.
"C'mon babe, I don't want you to be in p-" His sentence was cut short by a deafening clash of thunder. Mason jumped in surprise. A gasp escaped him and he clutched at his member, trying to stop the flow that began in his moment of distraction.
His chest heaved with labored breathing. It was all too much. He had to hold on, he had to get home. He had to get out of the car. It was too small, and the thunder was too loud, and the pee kept coming out.
Cooper watched as his stoic, confident boyfriend started to fall apart. With a sureness bred of the desire not to see his love suffer any longer he took action. Cooper pried Mason’s burly hands off of his package and opened the front of his shorts enough to stuff in the towel and wrap the leaking member in the thick protection. Mason's bladder immediately began releasing itself violently into the fabric.
Had Cooper been a moment slower the interior of the car would have paid the price. Mason collapsed tiredly against the seat as hours of urine gushed from him. He let Cooper's strong hands hold the towel to him as relief washed over him. He felt the warmth spread around his package as the endless stream soaked into the sort fabric.
He heard Cooper’s voice muttering softly to him, reminding him to breathe, and coaxing him to relax. His breathing slowed and he crammed the heels of his hands into his eyes to quickly rub away any evidence of his moment of complete panic.
As embarrassed as he was he couldn't help the groan of relief that escaped his throat as the final ounces left him. He wanted the disgusting cloth off of him, but couldn't ask Cooper to move it. To his mortification he was rock hard, member pulsing in a different way from before.
"Done babe?" He blushed hotly at the simple question, and nodded despite himself. Cooper removed now heavy towel and chucked it on the floor in the back seat. When he moved the cloth he was surprised to see the large organ beneath standing tall. Mason’s hands dropped from his face to his lap quickly, trying to hide the erection.
"So, you feel better huh?" He commented playfully as he returned his eyes to the road once more. Traffic had began to move again shortly. Mason tried desperately to will away the erection. No such luck.
By the time they pulled into Cooper's driveway he craved a different release, which disgusted him. He hobbled awkwardly to the door, trying to get a head start so he could lock himself up and recover. Cooper was close on his heels and before he could retreat very far inside Cooper had him pinned against the wall, kissing him nearly senseless. When the older man came up for air Mason moved a hand between them to block the next oral assault, though his cock urged him to let it continue.
"What's wrong, Mase?" Cooper whined.
"That was the most humiliating incident of my life. I'm absolutely mortified that you had to witness it, and now you must think I enjoyed it considering…" He growled, blushing hotly. Cooper chuckled, poorly contained lust bubbling to the surface.
"It was an accident babe, I'm not grossed out or upset. I just figured that letting go after so long must have felt awesome." He smirked mischievously and glanced pointedly at the man's erection.
"I don't have to take care of that if you don't want me to though." He ground his crotch against the other's teasingly, forcing Mason to bite back a moan of desire.
"I love you." He breathed, tension in his chest melting. Cooper smirked at the confession. "Love you too, babe." He assured. He slid down to his knees and tugged at the damp swimwear, secretly hoping he would still be able to taste the piss on Mason's cock. |
another yoi fanfic from ao3 user grosskaneki (finger guns) as always feedback is appreciated!
Barcelona around Christmastime was, in a word, crowded.
Not that Yuuri didn't expect there to be a lot of people around—he did, just... not to the degree of crowds that he and Viktor were currently shoving their way through. And, honestly, if he'd known about how bad the crowds were going to be beforehand, he probably would've used the bathroom at the hotel instead of pushing it aside because it wasn't that bad and he could just find somewhere to go while they were out.
Unfortunately, as he was growing to realize from the throngs of people and the long lines for every store and Viktor's absolute zest for spending as much money in as many places as possible, he would regret that split-second decision very soon. Like, right now, actually.
Yuuri's hand gripped Viktor's a bit tighter as he let out a barely audible whimper, and he took the smallest step backward and then forward where they stood. They hadn't even been out for thirty minutes, but already his bladder felt worryingly full, and he knew that if he didn't empty it soon, then—well. He wasn't going to think about that right now.
He waited what felt like forever for Viktor to finish buying whatever completely useless trinket he'd probably forget about in a week that had caught his eye, then waited another stressful, desperate eternity for the crowd to move them far enough away so he could speak freely.
"Viktor, ah." Yuuri's voice was soft, his hand holding Viktor's a tad anxiously. "Can we take a b-break?"
Despite his best efforts to remain still, desperation and the urge to fidget got the best of him, and he squirmed nervously in place, one step forward and one step back. Yuuri's shy blush grew brighter, knowing he was giving his predicament away.
Viktor looked him up and down quickly, his face softening in understanding seeing the little back-and-forth potty dance he was doing. "Oh, Yuuri, of course." He pursed his lips slightly, looking around at the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, pulling his fiancé aside slightly so he could breathe. "Do...you think you can hold it?"
Yuuri averted his gaze, embarrassed. "I-I'm not sure, um..." He let out a small whimper, his fidgeting increasing in speed. "Maybe for a little bit...?"
Blushing slightly, a coy smile on his lips, Viktor reached forward and tilted Yuuri's chin forward to face him. "A little bit, huh...?"
"I-it isn't like that...!" Yuuri sputtered, covering his face with one hand, flustered and embarrassed that he'd think of saying something suggestive right then. "I—r-really, we're in public and I can't— r-right now, we— I don't want—" he was having trouble articulating, he had to go so bad— "I— do you understand?"
"Right, right, of course. Sorry." Viktor's face softened more, all the playful, teasing edge slipping out of his tone and expression. "I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. Let's go find you a restroom."
"Th-thank you." Yuuri pushed aside anxious thoughts that he was ruining his time together with Viktor and just clung to his hand as they pushed back through the crowd, trying to hold back increasingly desperate whines.
The pressure in his bladder was starting to feel unbearable. His free hand twitched, wanting to hold himself back, but he resisted the urge—fidgeting desperately in public was embarrassing enough, he didn't need to be holding himself too. In an effort to cope with the overwhelming desperation, he zoned out, removing himself from the situation and focusing only on the calming sensation of Viktor's skin against his, the cool metal of his ring pressing lightly into his palm.
Viktor's voice snapped him back to reality, and Yuuri couldn't even focus on that for a second, instead noticing the odd wet sensation between his legs.
His face burned crimson. Had he been leaking that whole time he was zoned out?
Not seeing any visible stain, he shook himself, resolving to pay more attention to keeping his increasingly achingly full bladder under control. "S-sorry, what were you saying...?"
"I said—" He was surprised that Viktor's voice was still gentle and patient; it must've been the third time he'd repeated himself— "it doesn't seem like there are any bathrooms without a long line."
Yuuri was quiet, processing, growing more anxious. "Okay..."
"There are a few things you could do," he continued, and he still sounded so calm, so gentle. "You could just find somewhere to go besides a restroom—" Yuuri began violently shaking his head— "right, I didn't think so."
Viktor gave his fiancé's hand a quick, understanding squeeze before continuing. "We could also try to make it back to the hotel, or see if we can find a shorter line, or you could just... wait it out?"
Yuuri fell silent again, not weighing his options so much as fighting off his desperation and trying to determine how much time he had left before his bladder gave out entirely.
"U—um." His voice was a bit scratchy with disuse and anxiety, and he leaned closer to Viktor, seeking warmth, distraction, comfort, his hand gripping his fiancé's still tighter, no doubt leaving a ring-shaped imprint somewhere on his fingers. "We can try to find a line... I think... I might be okay." He sniffled lightly in the cold air. "Let's just see how it goes..."
"Alright." Viktor gives Yuuri's hand another reassuring squeeze before gently pulling him along the way to the nearest, shortest line. "Whatever makes you comfy."
No less than five minutes later, Yuuri was feeling very decidedly not comfy. The line had barely moved an inch, and he was becoming frantic—there was no way he wasn't cutting off circulation in Viktor's hand by now. His bladder felt almost painfully full, and he was barely holding himself together, anxiety quelled only by the fact that he hadn't leaked any more.
"Yuuri."
He was silent, fidgeting constantly, not looking up, giving no indication he'd heard Viktor. Viktor's worries multiplied, and he took a step closer to him. "Yuuri, how are you holding up?"
Jumping slightly, Yuuri's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to respond. The only sound that left, however, was a weak sort of squeaking sound that trailed into a whimper as he was hit by another wave of desperation. It was too much, too urgent for him to hold back, and he felt his underwear dampen in uncontrollable spurts. His mind whirled with panic— I can't hold it, I can't hold it, I'm going to piss myself, in front of everyone, I'm going to fucking piss myself...
"I— nnh. Th-this— I can't. I can't, Viktor, I-I—"
"Yuuri, look at me. It's alright, you can do it—"
"N-no!" Yuuri's voice came as a teary snap, harsher than he'd intended. "I-I can't, the— everyone w-will, ugh— we're i-in public and I can't, it's too much—"
To Yuuri's overwhelming relief, Viktor seemed to see the worry in his expression and body language and somehow understood his anxious rambling to mean "I'm not going to make it please get me away from people", and dragged him by the hand towards an alleyway that looked mostly secluded. As his fiancé quietly escorted him to privacy, safety, he furiously ignored the continuous spurts of warm urine that were escaping and starting to soak through his pants.
He was eventually pushed gently against a brick wall, Viktor cradling both of his hands, no one else in sight. "You can go, it's okay." Viktor interrupted himself to give a calming, caring kiss to the top of the shaking, squirming boy's head. "No one can see you, you're safe, let it out."
Too desperate to think rationally, Yuuri wasted no time in doing just as he said. He gave a long, shaky, relieved sigh, just on the edge of a moan, the pink in his cheeks no longer from the cold as piss flowed freely down his legs, soaking his clothes and puddling on the street. It was less embarrassing, alone like this; he almost found the warmth streaming down his thighs pleasant, pleasurable. The furious blush on Viktor's cheeks wasn't helping his odd arousal, either. Yuuri shook it off, telling himself he'd talk about it with him later.
Yuuri shivered lightly as the stream trickled off, his bladder finally emptying, the last of the urine dripping from his wet legs and puddling on the ground. He gave a quiet sigh, managing to look back up at Viktor.
"Uh—" He let out a sudden, sheepish bark of a laugh, rubbing at the tears still on his cheeks. "S-sorry... If I'd known this would happen, I would've gone earlier... y-you shouldn't have to—"
"No, darling, it's fine." Viktor gave his fiancé a gentle hug, rocking him slightly back and forth. "It's not your fault, you couldn't help it. See, here—" Seemingly inspired, he quickly unbuttoned his jacket and tied it smartly around Yuuri's waist, uncaring of the designer label.
"Viktor..." Yuuri's voice wobbled softly, a little emotionally overwhelmed. "You freaked out when Makkachin licked the lapel of that last week, how could you..."
"Because you're more important to me than the money I spent on this." He gently cupped Yuuri's chin, tilting his gaze up for a kiss that was sheepishly and gladly accepted. "Don't be silly, honey—you being happy is what I want to see more than anything."
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I'll start by saying Hi! I'm kinda new to the forum so I figured I'd introduce myself. My real life name is not Tessa, but that's what I like to go by. For whatever reason it won't let me edit my profile, but anywayssss.. I wrote this little story and my omo friends seem to enjoy it so I thought maybe you guys would too!
Please let me know what you guys think, and any suggestions are 100% welcome! This isn't really a "diary" but I'm not sure what else to call it.
I'm super sorry that this came out as a wall of text, but I don't know how to space things out on this. Oh well.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Finally, a real home!
So here I am, sitting in the lobby that I’ve never been in before, of an orphanage I’ve been in my whole life. Oh sorry! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Tessa, or Tess for short, I am twelve years old, and I have never had a last name. From the time I was two years old I have lived in a very tiny girls orphanage. People tell me that I am shy, but I just don’t like the people who live here, they always call me mean names. I sleep in a room with 7 other girls, and in a bed with 3. I have never had much. For the past couple years I have saved every single bit of money I earned and so far I have over ten dollars saved! Each day goes by the exact same ever since my friend Amber left. I wake up early because if we miss breakfast we don’t get to eat until dinner, then I spend all day alone playing with my favorite doll, then it’s bedtime once the sun goes down. We are not allowed to leave the play area, or the main hall, I never knew what this room was before today. The front of the building is much different than I had imagined, from the back you can only see big buildings, but the front is full of cars and trees. I caught myself daydreaming when an older lady dressed in a black business dress walked up to me “Excuse me, are you Tessa?” she asked firmly. I had trouble responding properly, her voice frightened me. “Y-y-yes ma’am.” I stammered. She walked to the other side of the help desk and brought some papers to somebody in another room. My heart was beating so hard in my chest it felt like as if somebody was punching me over and over again. What had I done? Was I in trouble? Were they going to take me somewhere else? My eyes shifted from one side of the room to another. Suddenly I could see a figure appear from behind the door. I was the only person in the waiting room. That’s when I saw her, a beautiful young woman in a pink dress with white trim, her hair was pigtails, she seemed like a princess to me. I couldn’t believe my eyes, and I certainly couldn’t believe hers. They were the most beautiful emerald green I have ever seen, it was very intimidating to look at her. The lady walked over to me and smiled as she knelt down to be eye level. “Hi there Tessa.” She said to me, forcing eye contact. I was dumbfounded, unable to move a single muscle. Was she an investigator? Did I do something wrong? A million thoughts ran through my mind at the same time, but the only one that never crossed me arrived when she gently grabbed my hands and softly said “My name is Sarah, I am going to be adopting you”
After a few moments of her doing paperwork, She grabs my hand again and leads me outside, I feel almost as if I am escaping the orphanage. As the door opens I feel the warm sun beaming down at me, all of these cars looked so pretty. I have never seen so many cars before, sometimes we got to see cars go over the bridge close to the playground. Her car stood out however, it was a large, long, and black. She smiled and knelt down to make eye contact again “You’re going to love it here” she says with a smile and hugs me. As badly as I want to hug back, I can’t take my eyes off of my surroundings. The doors of her car open automatically and I climb into the seat next to the one where grownups sit. I feel so tall sitting down in such a big car, everything around me is so pretty and new, before I can stop myself I begin to blurt out what I’m sure feels like a million questions to her as we begin to drive off, but I can’t help myself. All these giant buildings, what are they? Why do people walk down the street? How come we stop at the red signs? Sarah suddenly looks over at me and puts a grey strap across my lap and chest. I want to ask what it’s for, but I can tell she’s already getting tired of all the questions. “M-ma’am? How long away is your home?” I try to ask as politely as I can. “Oh, It’s quite a ways away sweetie, just take a nap.” She responds quickly. I can’t nap now though, I still have so many questions. “Maybe I’ll just rest my eyes for a little bit” I think to myself and lay my head down on the only thing I brought with me, a small pink teddy bear, her name is Lily! She’s my favorite toy ever. I’m not all too sure what happened after that. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but when I opened my eyes, I feel like we have driven to another world, there is no more trees, no more people, just sand all around, and the sun is gone now too. “Ma’am? A-are we on Mars?” I ask her. I don’t know what was so funny, but she giggled at me and said “No princess, we are going to my house” my insides felt all funny and warm when she called me princess, I really like it. Speaking of my insides feeling funny, my bladder is killing me, but I don’t know if I can just ask her to stop somewhere. “E-excuse me ma’am I-I was wonderi-” her voice abruptly cuts me off “I know you need to potty baby, you were squirming in your sleep, we’re not far from home” I nod, I don’t want to let her know how urgently I need to pee, so I guess I’ll just sit here for a little while till we get home. I love thinking about it. Home that is. For once I’ll have a place to call my own, I don’t care if it’s big or small. I just want a family, it’s all I’ve ever really wanted. I just want to have a mommy or daddy. Now I have a mommy, and soon I’ll have a home.
It felt like forever before I saw any sign of houses, but when I did, it was amazing. We passed houses a billion times bigger than my orphanage. All of the homes looked as if they were somewhere the president would live. As we drove on we reached an exceptionally steep hill. I felt myself fall back into the seat as the car struggled to get up, there was nothing I could see on the other side of the hill. Sarah says to me “Just up here is my home, I hope you love it” I smile at her and strain to see anything more than sand. I’m beginning to worry that her house doesn’t even really exist. As we pass the crest of the hill, I feel my eyes widen and my jaw drop. Sarah’s home is the largest one I have ever seen, surrounded by a tall golden gate. Her front doors were a million times taller than me, the house itself is at least 4 stories and a beautiful pearl white color. I can see a giant pool and a slide connected to it, along with a playground that is far larger than any other playground I’ve ever seen. I rub my eyes to make sure I’m not dreaming. “So do you like it?” She says to me as we pull into the garage. “Y-y-yes ma’am” I respond, scared to say anything and risk losing the privilege of living here. Her garage is full of all kinds of cars. Some look more expensive than my whole orphanage. Although my astonishment is cut of quickly by my aching bladder. I press my legs together tightly and look over at Sarah. It seems she knew without ever even glancing at me. “Go in, it’s the second door on the right” she says to me. I bolt out of the car and swing open the house door. The overwhelming scent of vanilla comes to me as I take a step in. Everything in this house is spotlessly clean, and the sheer size of the interior makes me dizzy. I take off my shoes and hurry to find the door. The white carpet below my feet makes me feel as if I’m walking on a cloud. Upon finding the door I swing it open and make sure to quickly close and lock it. The white tile flooring chills the bottom of my feet, making me shiver. The bathroom’s size fills me with a sense of wanderlust, I want to explore every inch of the house. When I hear the lock click I can’t help but fall to my knees and hold myself. I hadn’t held my pee this long in a while and could feel a few dribbles escape into my panties. I take a deep breath and run to the toilet, pulling off my pants and panties quickly, peeing hard as soon as I sit down. When I finish I wipe, flush, and inspect my pants for any sign of my accident. They were dry, but I can’t say the same for my underwear. I hate it when this happens. I’m a big girl! I shouldn’t be having accident. Even if they’re small ones.
I walk out of the bathroom and Sarah greets me with a smile “Let’s explore shall we?” she says as she takes me by the hand, leading my up a wooden staircase. Seeing the house from high up really put everything into scale for me. As we turn she walks me into a long hallway with one pink door at the end, and nothing else. “That’s your room” she says to me and points “Go see how you like it” I can’t help but walk slowly, my tummy has butterflies and I am more nervous than ever now. As I open the pink door, I feel like a little kid because I can’t hold back the tears. They are not bad tears, they are the kind that happen when something makes you really happy. The carpet is a light pink shade, the walls are baby pink with white trim and the bed layout matches. It is the largest bed I’ve ever seen before. I could fit five of me on it. It only gets better though. There was a dollhouse two times taller than me against the wall with a small stepstool to help me see the higher parts, along with an assortment of dolls I have only ever dreamed about. I manage to croak out the word “M-m-mine?” between cries. Sarah looks at me smiling and nods, hugging me tightly. I am going to love this place.
I’ve been living with Ms. Sarah for 2 weeks now. She is the best mommy ever. I am still too scared to call her mommy yet, I don’t know if she’ll like it or not. She took me to this big place with stores called a mall and gave me this money that is kinda like my ten dollars, but with another zero. I got so many new clothes! It’s early in the morning and my body is used to getting up at this time so I walk downstairs to see if mommy is awake. When I peek around the corner I can see her in the kitchen making pancakes. I love pancakes. I sit down on a stool at the bar she has “Oh! Good morning sweetie” she says to me. I think I scared her a little and can’t help but giggle “Good morning mommy” I respond back to her, hoping that she won’t mind me saying it. She smiles big at me when she hears the word and turns to speak to me “So you’ve been here for a long time now, and I think it’s about time we go over some rules okay? I am not trying to be mean at all, but I just think it’s a good time to talk about them” I feel a knot in my throat, I have to keep myself from crying. What did I do wrong? I hate being a bad girl! I’m a good girl. I just nod and feel my heart sink. Mommy says “Sweetie I can see you’re upset right now so I’ll start by saying you’re not in any trouble” This immediately makes me perk back up. I swear mommy can read my mind sometimes. “So from now on you have to follow these rules or you can end up getting in a lot of trouble, and you don’t want to be in trouble because mommy can be a real meanie if she has to be okay?” She says, waiting for my response. “Yes ma’am” I say. Her posture straightens up and her eyes fix on me, I think she knows I can’t look away from her when she’s staring at me. Her eyes enchant me. “First off, absolutely no R rated movies for any reason, No candy after dinner, No inviting friends over without my permission, No begging, screaming, yelling, whining, or just being annoying, do NOT backtalk me when I ask you to do something. Second off, No potty after dinner or before breakfast. Water is not cheap out here and I have to get you used to holding it for a little while.” As she finishes I feel myself move a little back, I never knew mommy could be like this, but her rules are reasonable so I nod very fast “I won’t be a problem I pwomise!” I say and cover my mouth. When I get nervous I sometimes talk like I’m a little kid again and it always really embarrasses me. Mommy didn’t seem to mind, she almost seemed to like it. She looks at me smiling and nods. “Good girl” she says and gets back to making breakfast. “Uhm.. mommy? Can we maybe start those rules tomorrow?” I ask hesitantly. I don’t want to tell her, but my bladder is really quite full. “Whatever it is, no. I’m sorry but if I let you get away with it once, you’ll get away with it again” she respond firmly. I take a deep breath and begin eating after she places a plate in front of me, but not even halfway through the meal I have to stop. “M-m-mommy! Please, I’m gonna have an accident” I whine. I am wearing grey pajama shorts with new pink panties she bought me, along with a pink shirt. She turns to me, the look in her eyes intimidates me greatly “I said no. And if you are going to wet yourself I will put you in pullups.” She says both sweetly and firmly. “Yes ma’am” I respond and sit down at the table. She lays a massive plate of pancakes in front of me, I can feel my tummy growl with anticipation, but it is quickly overwhelmed by the pressure from my bladder. “T-thank you mommy” I say hastily and begin slowly eating. She smiles at me and continues to make her own plate and sit across from me. After almost 10 minutes I have only eaten a couple bites, I can’t stand it anymore. “Mommy I’m so sorry! I just can’t hold it anymore!!” I get up and grab my crotch tightly, the cotton fabric of my panties pushing against my privates makes it a little easier to hold in my pee. Mommy stands up and look at me “Sit back down and finish eating, or go to the bathroom and you’re getting punished.” My mind races and I can’t help but cry a little. Should I get in trouble? Mommy will think I’m a bad girl if I do! If I don’t go right now though, I’m gonna pee my pants like I’m a little baby. I look up to her and begin to answer “I-I don’t..” I am cut short by my desperation. My eyes widen and fill with tears as I feel my panties begin to get warm “N-no!!” I yell as the pee runs down both my legs as they’re pressed together, I can feel the warmness seeping through my fingers and puddle down below my feet. I have never felt this embarrassed before in my whole life. Before I can even begin to say something to mommy I feel a hard sharp pain on my butt. She spanked me! It’s not my fault I couldn’t hold it. “You are in trouble Tessa!” she says with a much louder voice than normal. “I-i-i- sowwy!!” I mumble between sobs. The fabric of my cotton pink panties absorbed a lot of the pee, which makes me feel even more like a baby because I can feel the wetness all the way to my butt. Mommy lifts me up, wet pants and all, and takes me to the bathroom. My face is hot and my eyes sting from the tears. She begins to strip off all of my clothes and points to the shower without saying a word. She’s gonna kill me when I get out, but I guess I deserve it.
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Mettaton was in his fabulous pink room, getting ready for yet another interview. But this time around it wasn't just a simple interview. It was a special edition interview where he responded to some of his fans' questions regarding his... wetting habits. That's right. A few months ago Mettaton accidentally peed himself on stage after having too much coffee and forgot to use the restroom beforehand. It was embarrassing for him, but it really boosted his ratings. There were so many people in the Underground that had this fetish and Mettaton was sure to satisfy all of them. Since then, he began posting videos of himself desperate and wetting himself on kinky sites. Most of those videos were so popular they managed to get millions of likes!
But today, all those fans that prayed to see him peeing himself were able to watch their Idol desperate during a live interview. Mettaton was sitting on his puffy light pink sofa while having his makeup and hair get ready. He was slurping from a big orange juice can while keeping his legs crossed in an elegant manner.
Brushing a bang off, he said smiling lecherously "Let's do this, darlings!"
Thus, the screen opened and a fabulous entertainer appeared, smiling charmingly at the camera. At home, his boyfriend Papyrus was ready to watch him, sitting in front of the TV screen with a big bag of popcorn. He knew he'll get really turned on by the thought of his kinky boyfriend being desperate. Just then Sans came in.
"What's up, bro? " but just then he realized what Papyrus was watching at.
" Shhhh... Not now, Sans! Mettaton is gonna give us an interview about his peeing habits"
Sans looked weirded out by that, then left.
"Hello there, darlings! "said Mettaton while placing a hand in his crotch slyly.
" As many of you may know, Dr Alphys was careful to give me all the human functions out the.... And the urinating function is one of them. " he crossed his legs, then leaned on his sofa a little.
" As many of you may know, I just love holding it in for as long as possible... Even in situations where it isn't needed. Social, today I'm gonna answer your most beloved questions, about my... Well... Wetting habits" he giggled then said "Oh what a naughty robot I am!"
Mettaton began bouncing around slightly "So go on beauties. Just ask and I'll tell you. Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you. Before the interview, I just had three big cups of orange juice that's JUST WANTS to come out any minute." he began massaging his crotch.
"But anyway, let's see the first question " Mettaton took the envelope with the questions from fans. He began reading.
" So, first question : Mettaton, how is a robot like you able to go to the bathroom. Aren't you made of metal? Well, that's a perfectly good question, darling! And I'm gonna answer you. I kinda have a cooling system that helps me protect myself against high temperatures. So, whenever the water gets too heated, I have to eliminate it from my body... I guess it's similar to going to the restroom " he kept crossing and uncrossing his legs desperately.
" Alright, next question : Have you ever been in a situation where you thought you aren't going to make it? Oh, of course I was, dear!
Just then, a flashback appeared. Mettaton was at Alphys' house, doing his manicure, while drinking some water. It was incredibly hot in there and he couldn't help but venture himself with his pink fan. Until he realized how badly he needed to 'go'. He quickly rushed to the restroom, only to realize it was locked.
"Hey, is someone in there, darling? " he said in a sing-song voice while crossing his legs, almost falling on the ground due to his incredibly high pink heels.
Undyne, Alphys ' girlfriend was in the bathroom taking a well-deserved shower after a day of fighting.
" Oh, no! Don't tell me it's Alphys' prissy robot creation. What do ya want? "
" Undyne, sweetheart, please let me in. I'm really having an emergency right now" he said while beating his spiky heels on the floor so loudly Undyne could hear.
"You're a guy, aren't you? Just piss in the backyard! " replied Undyne from the other side.
There was no way in hell Mettaton could ever stoop himself that low! No way!
" Please, darling! Let me in" he pleaded while swinging his hips back and forth"
Undyne scoffed, getting quite annoyed at this point.
"Fine. But just close your eyes or you're a dead robot! "
" Alright, dear" he said while putting his hands on his eyes and turning his back.
Undyne came out and Mettaton quickly entered in, letting it all out. Ahhhh... It felt so good!
The flashback just ended and everyone was applauding Mettaton.
"Thank you so much, darlings. I gotta say - I'm so glad I made it... Well, at least this time around"
Mettaton crossed his fabulous legs again, while opening another envelope.
"Do you have that one special person that enjoys seeing you wet the most? Oh, yessss! My gorgeous boyfriend, Papy! I really enjoy playing desperate for him"
"Wowie, Mettaton. Thank you for mentioning me! "said Papyrus all excited in front of the TV.
Another flashback appears.
Papyrus was sitting in the bed after a long day. Then, he suddenly saw Mettaton, showing up in his room, wearing a lacy black tank top with a pink bow in front, black lace panties that showed off his nice ass and black boots.
"Hi, Papy dear! " he said while leaning against the wall." Wanna have some fun? "
" Wowie.... " said Papyrus in awe. Mettaton was unexplainably pretty and sexy today.
While the robot crossed his legs discretely, Papyrus couldn't help but notice he had to go to the restroom.
Mettaton came to his boyfriend, kissing him on his non-existent lips
" You like that, darling? " said Mettaton while swinging his hips back and forth.
" Mettaton... Do you need to use the bathroom? You really look like you need to. Umm... It's down the hall if you do" said Papyrus sympathetically. |
In honor of the end of March Madness! One of many ideas that I've been too lazy to work on lately :) Thanks for reading!
*****
Cole Harkness jiggled his leg impatiently, looking around Coach G’s immaculately clean office. The chair he sat in wasn’t uncomfortable – Coach wanted to make sure all of his guests were treated with respect – but Cole’s situation most definitely was.
Coach Altman, the assistant, had been very clear in his instructions: Cole was to wait for Coach G to finish up his post-game remarks. He was not to leave the office. He was not to leave the chair.
Cole snorted in the silence. On some level, he definitely knew that what he’d done was wrong, and that he’d definitely earned a talking-to from his head coach.
On another level, he was just mad.
***
It hadn’t been Cole’s fault. Not really. McMillan, the nasty little shooting guard from the other team, had been hand-checking him all night, getting way too touchy, and the refs weren’t calling anything. How was Cole supposed to play with the opponents’ hands literally all over him?
For the first two years of his college career, Cole had developed a reputation for being unflappable. Especially as a freshman, commentators spoke admiringly about his poise and maturity at such a young age. Based on his predilection for hitting long, contested 3-point shots, the student newspaper had branded him with the nickname “Cole-Blooded Assassin.”
But other teams had taken notice, as well, and the targeted and pestering defense grew more blatant as the years went on. Now, as a junior, Cole was having a harder time staying calm under the constant and often barely-legal pressure from opposing players.
At tonight’s game, it had just grown to be too much. McMillan had been slapping and poking at Cole all game, pulling on the back of his jersey. Cole had tried to point out his behavior to the ref, but McMillan was sneaky, or the refs just had it out for Cole, or both…
It hadn’t been Cole’s fault. McMillan was way too close, and Cole was just trying to pull down a rebound. McMillan had been all over him, and Cole was just trying to get free. He’d swung his elbow around, trying to keep the ball under control, but McMillan had been too close, and Cole’s elbow had caught the other boy square in the face.
It was a bad image. Cole knew that much. McMillan had flailed backwards (acting, Cole was sure), but blood had spurted from his nose as the whistle blew.
The whistle had been too much for Cole; it was a terrible injustice, to be called for just trying to secure a rebound, while McMillan had been getting away with holds and reach-ins all night. Cole had thrown his arms up in the air, loudly protesting the call. He hadn’t even argued that much, but the stupid ref had it out for him, and had issued an (entirely unjustified) technical foul.
Cole had been apoplectic. Coach G had signaled him out of the game, but Cole was seeing red. Barely able to contain himself, he swiped away a proffered cup of water as Coach Altman had pushed him to sit down. Cole was furious; why didn’t Coach G make his case with the ref? Why was he being treated so unfairly? It wasn’t his fault!
Altman and one of the other junior coaches were physically holding Cole into the chair at courtside. When he would look back later, Cole would recognize that he was throwing a full-blown fit, but at the moment, he was blinded by the unfairness of it all. Other teams were always fouling him and always getting away with it, and he hadn’t meant to hurt McMillan, but he had gotten called and why didn’t anyone care that it wasn’t his fault??
Coach G had kept coaching – the game had only paused long enough for the technical foul shots – but after a few moments, he glanced back and, with a disgusted flick of his head, dismissed Cole from the arena.
Coach Altman had taken the young star by the elbow, and Cole jerked his arm away petulantly before getting to his feet and storming back to the locker room, still angrily protesting the offending series of events.
Out in the hallway of the state-of-the-art sports complex, Cole knew the drill. He’d never personally been ejected from a game before, but he knew that Coach G insisted on players still watching the game. Still stomping more than was strictly necessary, Cole let Coach Altman lead him to the head coach’s office, where he turned on the game and directed Cole to sit in a chair and watch.
While the second half had stretched on – Cole had been dismissed only 5 minutes into the 20-minute period – Cole slowly started to come down off his adrenaline-fueled tantrum. Altman stayed silent, and, with no one to react to his complaints, Cole had stopped fighting.
The game had ended – Cole’s team won – and Altman had left to join the players in the locker room, leaving Cole with explicit instructions to stay put and wait for Coach G.
***
And Cole had waited. Realistically, he knew that he wouldn’t be there forever; Coach would have to answer a few questions from the floor reporter and talk to the team in the locker room, but, as it was a mid-season, non-conference game, there would be no press junket after the game. It would probably be a half hour after the final buzzer, at most.
So Cole sat and jiggled his leg while he waited. He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to say to his coach, or if Coach was even going to let him say anything, but being alone with his thoughts wasn’t exactly calming. Without anyone to challenge his silent ruminations, Cole grew more and more frustrated with the collective inequality of his treatment throughout the game and the whole season.
By the time Coach G stepped into the room, Cole was fuming. Coach took one look at the back of the twitching, irritated 20-year old and sighed.
Bart Giamarisi had been coaching at the collegiate level for over two decades. He’d mentored dozens of young men. Yes, Cole was extraordinarily talented, but the young man still lacked the self-awareness and coping mechanisms to succeed at the highest level. His prodigious talent had let him more or less coast through his first two seasons, but now that he was an upperclassman, a team leader, a lot more was expected of Cole, and Coach G could see the demands wearing on the boy.
“Well,” Coach G began, sitting at his desk. “You want to tell me what happened out there tonight?”
Cole scowled, not meeting the man’s eye. “You saw what happened.”
Coach paused for a moment, letting Cole squirm in the silence. “I want to hear you tell me your side of the story.”
Cole’s frown deepened. He didn’t like being patronized, treated like some elementary school bully whose teacher was trying to be fair.
“McMillan was on me all night,” Cole muttered, not bothering to keep the sulkiness out of his voice. “The refs weren’t calling it. It wasn’t fair. I can’t play if they’re going to let guys hold me up and down the court.”
Coach nodded equivocally. “He was sticking pretty close to you,” he said mildly. “So then what happened on that rebound.”
Cole bristled. “I was just going for the ball,” he insisted. “He grabbed my arm, I pulled away, and he was too close.”
“You pulled away?” Coach repeated, gently questioning Cole’s minimizing phrasing.
“He was holding me!” the slightest of whines crept into Cole’s protested. “I was just trying to get away!”
Coach didn’t respond immediately, and Cole shifted in his seat. He felt ill, his insides writhing. He hadn’t been sleeping well, and without the ability to go through his usual post-game shower, Cole felt wound-up, like his skin was the only thing keeping his body from exploding out in all directions.
“You’ve played basketball for a long time, Cole,” Coach reminded the uneasy young man. “You know things aren’t always fair. Players get harassed. Refs miss calls.”
Cole furrowed his brow angrily. He folded his arms tightly across his torso. Why didn’t Coach understand? Why was he acting like Cole had been at fault?
“You know McMillan’s behavior doesn’t excuse your own,” Coach went on, finally getting to the heart of the matter. “You simply cannot react that way every time a guy steps a bit over the line when he’s guarding you, and you certainly,” Coach raised his voice for emphasis when Cole scoffed, “can’t be arguing with refs or throwing water on my bench. I do not allow that kind of behavior on my team, and if you can’t abide by those rules, then you cannot be on my team.”
For the first time since Coach had walked in the room, Cole’s eyes flashed up from the floor, defensive and anxious. He unwrapped him arms and gripped the edges of his chair. His leg started jiggling again, unconsciously; he was barely aware of his own body. All he knew was that no one was listening to him.
“You can’t do that!” Cole yelped before he could stop himself. He knew that yelling at Coach was unacceptable, but he was losing control. He was too mad, too tired, to frustrated with the fact that no one seemed to be on his side.
Eyebrows raised, Coach stared calmly at the twitching figure in front of him. Cole’s legs were bouncing up and down, and his fingers were drumming against the sides of the chair. In fact, Coach realized, Cole hadn’t been still since he entered the room.
“Son, what’s going on?” Coach asked, softening his voice slightly. Cole’s behavior was absolutely unacceptable, but Coach had been doing this long enough to know when a player need discipline versus needing an approach with a bit more finesse. These student-athletes might be known around campus (and around the country), seen on televised games, etc., but they were still basically kids. No one expected other college students to total have their act together; why would it be any different for basketball players?
Cole slumped his shoulders at the gentle tone of Coach’s voice. For a moment, he wanted to relax; he wanted to confide in his coach and trust the man’s ability to make things better.
But then, as Cole stopped jiggling his legs for just a second, a spurt of urine shot from his bladder, dampening his underwear.
Cole’s heart skipped a beat. He smashed his legs together, stemming the sudden flow. His stomach dropped; how could he have missed how badly he had to go to the bathroom? Cole’s mind raced. Yes, he always drank a bunch during games and then would pee in the locker room bathroom after the game, but was it really so bad that he’d be on the verge of pissing himself after just a half hour?
Coach G watched the boy intently; Cole hadn’t answered, but he looked troubled. “Cole?” he called, slightly worried.
Cole looked up again, and his face hardened into a dark mask. His leak and increasing desperation had evaporated any sense of calm or desire to be honest with Coach.
“What?” Cole hissed angrily. “What do you want from me?”
Giamarisi recoiled. “Cole,” he repeated, this time warningly, but Cole wasn’t cowed.
“You think this was my fault!” Cole growled, starting to rant. “You think that I should just be fucking perfect and let guys hang all over me then sit around with my tail between my legs and wait for you to come so I can apologize for just TRYING TO FUCKING PLAY!!”
Coach G pressed his lips together, a sure sign of his disappointment, but Cole couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to. He was squirming in the chair, barely holding back his urine, refusing to put his hand between his legs. He was utterly wild with frustration, anxiety, and confusion.
“Cole-“ Coach began, but the infuriated young man cut him off.
“I don’t need this!” Cole was practically yelling now. “You can’t just keep me here! I’m not your prisoner!” He leaked again, an action that only frenzied him further. “You don’t care about me, you just care about your damn wins and the reputation of your fucking program!”
Coach frowned deeply. He couldn’t let his players get away with this type of behavior. He really didn’t want to punish Cole, but…
“I’m done!” Cole was definitely shouting now, as if the volume of his voice would hide the terrible trickle of pee that was leaking from his dick. “I’m not gonna sit here and be lectured when you won’t even listen to me!”
Cole pushed himself out of the chair and turned toward the door, and Coach started to rise. “Son, sit back down, we’re not-“
But Coach cut himself off at the sight of streaming liquid falling down Cole’s legs.
Cole had frozen. As soon as he’d stood, his bladder had released completely. Without a grasping hand to stop the flow, urine spilled through his underwear, gushing out the legs of his shorts. His underwear were quickly soaked, and hot liquid streamed down both of his thighs, absorbing into his socks and shoes.
Cole’s breath hitched in his throat. This couldn’t be happening. How had he gotten here? He’d just wanted to play basketball, but then the demands of junior year had been too much, and the game had been unfair and Coach wouldn’t listen and he couldn’t do anything about it and now he was having an accident in Coach’s office like a preschooler…
He wet for far too long, the only sound in the wood-paneled room the uneven patter of liquid dripping onto the carpeted floor. Tears welled in Cole’s eyes. He was bent forward slightly, his left hand still on the back of the chair where he’d been turning to storm out.
After nearly a minute, Coach G broke the tense, stunned silence. “Cole?” The boy didn’t turn. “Cole, look at me.”
Cole gripped the back of the chair tightly, breathing hard. His vision was blurred with tears, his thoughts muddled with uncontrollable shock and humiliation. His soaked, nylon shorts hung heavy on his hips.
“Cole,” Coach repeated, and Cole broke.
“This is your fault!” the 20-year-old snapped, whirling around. “You made me stay here! You-“ the boy’s voice cracked, cutting off his rant. He dropped his head to the side, futilely trying to hide his tears.
Coach slowly walked around to the front of his desk, cautiously approaching the angry young man. “Just breathe, son,” he ordered quietly but firmly.
Cole sniffed deeply, his breath rattling. “C-coach Altman told me to st-stay,” he stammered. “Y-you k-kept talking, you didn’t let me g-go.” He angrily wiped his dripping nose across the back of his wrist, simultaneously furious and pathetic.
“Cole, you never told me you had to use the rest room,” Coach reminded him.
“I know!” Cole snapped, his voice breaking again. “But you didn’t…you don’t…”
Coach leaned back against the desk, giving the boy a bit of space.
Cole sniffed again, miserable and broken. He was so mad – he wanted to be so mad – but he was tired, and he’d been beat up in the game and the refs hadn’t called anything and then he’d been trapped in Coach’s office and nobody talked to him and now he’d peed his pants and he felt stupid and sick and Coach wasn’t even doing anything about it.
“No one listens to me,” he whined pleadingly.
Coach exhaled slowly. Although he’d never had a player have an accident in his office before, he’d certainly seen this other behavior before – young men would get overwhelmed, but wouldn’t ask for help or know who to turn to for help with the demands of balancing full time academic and athletic careers.
“I’m listening now,” the older man said. “I’m sorry we haven’t been giving you the support you need, but you know this is a big university. We don’t know you need help unless you ask for it.”
Cole’s entire body shuddered with weariness and shame, his rage replaced with exhaustion.
“It wasn’t just this game, was it, son?” Coach encouraged, though he already knew the answer.
Cole shook his head miserably.
“And it’s not just teams being unfair to you on the court,” Coach prodded.
Cole paused, then shook his head again.
“OK, son,” Coach said reassuringly. “Why don’t you tell me what’ been going on?”
Unconsciously, Cole held his breath. He knew he needed help, but the residual ire prevented him from speaking right away. Then again, he was standing in his piss-soaked basketball uniform after wetting himself in front of his college coach, so…
“I haven’t been sleeping well,” Cole mumbled, starting with the easiest part to understand.
Coach nodded again. He could tell that the young man was very close to sharing the real basis of his attitude. “And what else?”
Another tear slid down Cole’s nose. “I…” But he couldn’t form a sentence.
Giamarisi sighed. “Son, listen to me. I’m sorry I let things get this far. I saw that things were harder for you this season than they’ve been before, but I didn’t realize how hard.”
Cole hunched forward, acknowledging his coach’s claim with a soft moan of assent.
“I’m listening now,” Coach said again. “And I’ll keep listening. I promise. If you’ve been having trouble sleeping, or trouble with other things, we have people that can help with that, if you’ll let us.”
Cole cringed slightly at the implication that the onus was once again on him to do something, to allow himself to be saved. He was so tired of everything, and he really didn’t have the energy to think about doing anything else, except maybe sleep.
Seeing the player’s hesitation, Coach backed off a bit. “You don’t have to explain everything now. It’s getting late, and we can’t fix everything tonight, anyway.”
Cole relaxed visibly, sighing with relief, but then tensed again, his eyes drawn downward to the obvious wetness between his legs.
“It’s OK, Cole,” Coach reassured him, responding to his unspoken fear. “The building will be empty by now. You can go back to the locker room and change, and no one will see.”
Cole nodded quickly, biting the inside of his lower lip to keep himself from crying again. Everything about his situation – throwing a fit at the game, getting in trouble, his wet pants, his coach having to talk him through changing out of his wet pants – made him feel terribly childlike, and he wasn’t ready to succumb to those feelings, especially not in front of Coach G. He just wanted to leave and go back to his room and not have to be around anyone.
“You can go, Cole,” Coach gave the needed permission. “I’ll expect you back here at nine tomorrow morning to discuss our plan of action.”
“Yes, sir,” Cole mumbled, grateful for the dismissal. He was drained and he couldn’t be responsible for anything else tonight.
Without another word, the young man exited his coach’s office and turned down the hall toward the locker room. His vision swam with fatigue, but he felt strangely comforted. He didn’t have to explain anything tonight. He didn’t have to tell Coach about the missed assignments or the bedwetting…that could wait, at least until tomorrow.
For now, he could just go back to his room and sleep. |
There are no lavatories in the ocean so one can only assume that Ariel and her misinforming seagull have no idea that any sort of 'toilet' exists, let alone what they are for. So I assume some desperate situations had to arise, and not being able to speak would just make the situations that more distressing.
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Ariel had been in the Castle for several hours after being rescues by prince Eric on the beach. There had been so much fuss over her that she had no time to really explore or do anything on her own. She had been dressed in cumbersome human clothing and been offered unfamiliar food and drink that left her feeling heavy and uncomfortable. However, more than anything she needed to pee. The need had been growing since dinner but she had no idea what to do about it. She was certain that if she just did what she needed to do where she stood that it would cause her human clothing to become wet and she noted that none of the other humans had wet clothing. She was on the verge of tears when she finally got the chance to escape the castle walls for just a moment, with Sebastian chasing behind her trying to figure out where she was going. After all the Prince could not kiss her if she ran away.
She ran towards the water and quickly removed layer after layer of clothing until she was finally able to ease herself into the ocean for sweet relief. She felt as though her bladder would never empty it's self completely. When the flow finally came to sop, she got dressed and returned to the castle. No one seemed to have noticed her missing. Sebastian, having figured out what was going on, told her that there was no way she could escape to the ocean every time she needed to pee. Ariel of course knew this but at the moment she had not figured out where or even how humans took care of that particular need and with no voice, there was no way to ask. This was going to be a problem.
The next day she woke with a knock on her door and a very full bladder. The woman at the door was there to dress her and prepare her for her day out with the Prince. She tried to signal to the woman what she needed but no matter what she tried she couldn't seem to get her point across. It's like the Sea Witch had taken more than just her voice, it was like she had magically impeded her ability to communicate in any manner of writing or gestures too! Being out of idea she allowed the woman to dress her and lead her downstairs to breakfast. She was again offered an abundance of unfamiliar foods. She Found the fruit to be quite enjoyable. It never occurred to her that the juices she found so appealing would go straight to her already full bladder.
Once breakfast had ended, the Prince took her had and led her to the carriage in waiting, Sebastian tucked out of site, hidden in her layers of clothing. He knew that Ariel was becoming distressed and knew what the problem was. He whispered in her ear that she should try again to convey what she needed to the Prince but it was of no use, he simply couldn't understand. That is when Sebastian decided he would give it a try. Perhaps the prince could understand him and in turn offer Ariel what she needed. So he scurried as quickly as he could, doing his bast to stay out of site to get close to the Prince's ear. Quietly telling him 'Look at her, she needs to pee. Say something!' The Prince, unsure of who or what he just heard looked around him only to find that there was no way anyone had actually said anything, perhaps it was his imagination. Then looking over at his charge for the day he noticed that she did indeed look as though she was in need of relief. Not wanting to head back to the castle, since the day had just begun he tried to come up with an alternative but all he could come up with was heading to the edge of town where there was a large grove that would offer some privacy. Blushing, he asked her if the was an acceptable solution. Confused she nodded her head yes and was pleasantly surprised when he seemed to understand her nod of approval! So, Eric ordered the driver to take them to the grove.
Ariel held on as best she could but she could feel the juice from the fruits she took in that morning hitting her bladder hard. He eyes began to water as she leaked as the cart jostled her with every bump in the road. Just when she thought she would never make it, Eric informed her that the grove was within site but at that exact moment the carriage when over a large root in the road causing her to loose her balance and land on the floor without any grace at all. The impact was the last straw, her pent up pee began to escape her with force. No matter how hard she tried, she could not seem to stop it. The way she had landed left her dress around her, covering up her humiliation and, for the time being, left the prince none the wiser to the puddle that was growing beneath her. He attempted to help her up but in her shame pulled away from him. Being a gentleman, he pulled her to her feet, despite her resistance. It was then that he saw the liquid forcefully hitting the ground between her wide spread feet, splashing both of their feet and causing tears to openly flow down Ariel face. Unsure of how to proceed, Eric reached forward to collect the dress and lift it just slightly enough to prevent it from splashing on the hem. He watched in amazement as the puddle grew, covering the floor of the carriage despite the fact that it was beginning to fall through the spaces between the boards. Finally, after what felt like ages, the pressure fell to that of a light trickle before stopping completely. Ariel and Eric examined the dress to find that it had miraculously sustained very little damage. A few wet patched here and there but the majority of the wetness was on her undergarments.
Eric told her she could remove them if she wanted so that they could continue their day out and Ariel agreed. As she began to remove them Eric blushed again before turning to face away from her giving him the opportunity to tell the driver that he was never to speak of this to anyone if he knew what was good for him. Sebastian also took this moment to tell Ariel that he planned to follow around some female humans to try and find out how to avoid these events in the future. He was certain there was something they were missing and with such little time he needed to find out fast. With that he disappeared, promising to meet up with her in the evening. He had heard that the prince had plans to take her on a boat ride and was certain that, that was the kind of situation that could lead to a kiss... if she could keep dry that it. |
(This is a story I just wrote. I've never written anything like this before with a omorashi fetish in it. This is also the first thing I've posted on this site because I really wanted to share this story and wrote it with a big desire to pee. Which I'm not doing until I post this. I felt like sharing that fact and this was the only place I felt I could share it. Please enjoy.)
Good kitten.docx
The soft beams of the morning sun woke Harry from his sleep. He stretched and laid back against the soft bed. His body was sore all over after having just won the World Quidditch Cup last night. All Harry wanted to do now was spend the day in bed. He didn’t even feel like getting up to get food or go to the bathroom.
Rolling over Harry noticed that Rodolphus was already up. He must have known Harry would be tired and didn’t want to disturb him. He pulled his love’s pillow close to his face and inhaled. He loved the way the other smelled. Though of course he would have preferred him there instead of just the pillow. It was almost worth getting up just to go find him. But Harry reasoned that Rodolphus had work he had to get done anyways. So, he probably wouldn’t be able to get more than a quick kiss and an ‘I love you’ before Rodolphus would have to go back to focusing on his work. Sure, Harry could lay on the couch in his study watching him. Something that Harry did enjoy doing and showing Rodolphus he could be a good well behaved boy and not disturb him.
Instead Harry grabbed a book off the bedside table. Hermione had been bugging him for weeks now to read it. So, it was as good of a time as any to do so. He got comfortable and opened the book up. It really was good and now knew why she had suggested it to him.
As he read he realized his plan of not getting out of bed all day was not going to work. Rolling over on to his stomach he felt the pressure in his bladder and knew he would soon have to take care of that. But he decided he would wait till he had finished the chapter he was on. Glancing over at the clock, 3 pm, he hadn’t realized how late it had gotten and now understood why his body was demanding attention.
Just as he finished the chapter and set the book aside he heard the door to the bedroom opening. He smiled seeing Rodolphus there. “Did you just wake up?” His boyfriend asked as he walked into the room.
Harry shook his head and sat up on his knees, something he always did when Rodolphus would stand in front of him like that. He liked being the obedient little kitten that Rodolphus called him. “I’ve been up for a couple hours actually.”
“Then surely you’ve eaten already.” He stroked Harry’s cheek. He loved looking down on his love like this. “What did you have?” Harry frowned and looked away. He knew his dom would be disappointed in him for not eating. Harry had a history of not eating enough so Rodolphus had set rules for him that he had to eat something at every meal and would check if it was enough. Though usually they ate together so it had been awhile since Harry had been questioned about it.
“I wasn’t hungry. I haven’t gotten out of bed yet. I was just about to get up though. I really need to pee and then I was going to get something to eat.” Harry made a move to stand up but, Rodolphus placed a hand on his shoulder forcing him back into his kneeling position.
“That is what we have house elves for.” Rodolphus sighed. He honestly couldn’t understand why the other refused to call on the house elves to help him. “No, you’re staying in bed until you eat. And eat enough. You’ve skipped two meals.” Rodolphus called for one of the house elves and told it to bring up sandwiches, fruit salad, some cookies, and a pitcher of water for Harry.
“While we wait can I please go to the bathroom?” Harry asked which earned a glare from the larger male.
“What did I tell you?” Rodolphus didn’t like repeating himself but, he would make Harry repeat his words if his didn’t follow a command.
“That I’m to stay in bed until I eat.” He hadn’t realized that was a command exactly. Just thinking about how much longer he would have to wait until he could relieve himself made the pain that much worse. He would just eat quickly though. “Is this my punishment for not eating on my own?”
“Yes. It seems fitting. You feel like neglecting yourself than I will show you how bad that can be.” Just then the house elf was back with the food. “You may get off your knees now. And I expect you to eat every last bite and drink every last drop. You must be dehydrated from playing yesterday. I would have made you eat more if it wasn’t so close to dinner time.”
Harry sat back and took the tray. Seeing all that food he knew it would be awhile before he got to go. Then looking at the water it made his need ever more pressing. The condensation rolling down the side of the pitcher. He had to grab himself to keep from peeing his pants right there.
As he ate Rodolphus sat beside him and stroked his hair though. Which made it slightly better. At least he was still getting affection from his love. He took sips of water and Rodolphus kept refilling his glass. It felt like the pitcher would never end.
After he ate everything he looked at Rodolphus. “May I please go to the bathroom now?” He knew he would need to get permission before he could go. He frowned when the other shook his head though.
“You haven’t finished your water yet.” Rodolphus said shaking the pitcher to show him that it was still quite full. Harry leaked a little just thinking about how much was left. He grabbed his glass and downed it quickly coughing as he did. Rodolphus refilled his glass. “Not so fast. You’re supposed to be rehydrating not drowning yourself.”
Harry nodded and drank the next glass slower. But his bladder was already so full he was sure he was going to burst if his didn’t go right now. “There’s only one more glass.” Rodolphus informed him as he refilled it again and set the pitcher and the tray to the side.
Harry went to down this one quickly too so he could go already but Rodolphus took the glass from him and slowly lifted it to Harry’s lips. When he had barely gotten a sip, it was pulled away again. Rodolphus repeated it for a second time and again as the water barely passed his lips it was pulled away again.
“Please.” Harry whimpered and held himself as another drop slipped from his bladder and added to the small wet patch on the front of his boxers. Looking at his dom he noticed the smirk on his face. Was he really getting enjoyment from seeing Harry like this? Then Harry noticed Rodolphus’ other hand. At some point, he had undone his zipper and he cock was standing straight out hard as a rock. He was slowly stroking himself.
Harry had to look away though as the glass was pressed to his lips again. This time though he felt a tug on the back of his head as now Rodolphus was pulling his hair to tilt his head back. Apparently, he has reaching his braking point too because not all the water made it into Harry’s mouth this time dribbling down his chin as he tried desperately to swallow it all.
Once the glass was empty Harry heard it being set down on the bedside table. “On your knees.” Rodolphus said to him. Harry could hear the desire in his voice but, it didn’t overshadow the command and authority that pierced the words. Harry felt a twinge in his cock at that tone. He could get instantly hard when his dom spoke to him like that.
Harry got on his knees sitting pretty for the man in front of him. Rodolphus had stood then his cock still standing at attention with precum forming at the tip. Harry felt his collar being tugged as Rodolphus looped a finger in it and pulled him forward so he was right on the edge of the bed now. He looked up at the man before him who was looking over him with lust filled eyes.
“What is this? Did we spill some water?” Rodolphus pressed two fingers into the wet spot on the front of Harry’s boxers causing Harry to dripple a little more. “To warm for that.” Harry couldn’t believe what happened next seeing his dom lift though fingers to his face and sniff. Rodolphus smirked at his then. “Someone’s been a bad boy and wet himself. This can’t be all though. I’m sure your bladder is still ready to burst from the way you were talking. Ok, I finally give you permission to go.”
Harry was so thankful and went to stand up. But then he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. “No, right here. If you are so fine with wetting yourself do it right here in front of me.” Rodolphus smirked and stepped back so he could see better.
The thought of it was so embarrassing to Harry that for a moment he didn’t think he could do it. That was before he realized his bladder was doing a better job at following orders from his dom than his brain was. The wet spot on his boxers was huge now. The urine flowed from the bottom too as he felt a warm wet streak going down to leg to form a wet spot along the edge of the bed and on to the floor in front of him. Harry’s cheeks were bright red but it also felt so good to finally let go.
The stream finally turned into a trickle and Harry was done. He had a hard time meeting his dom’s eyes but, did when he felt his chin being forced up. “You are a dirty boy, wetting yourself like that. Stand up.” Harry did as he was told and stood careful to avoid the urine soaked spot. “No in your piss. You did it you stand in it like a bad kitten.”
Harry nodded and did as he was told. He hated being called bad though. Once he was in the spot though he felt Rodolphus stroke his hair. “Good kitten.” He corrected himself. “You are following orders nicely. But, you have caused me to get so hard. You need to take care of it. Kneel.”
Harry eagerly got down on his knees but, made sure he still sat pretty for the man in front of him. The puddle was cooling off now but, down here Harry could smell it so much more. He felt his cock twinge again, He hadn’t realized how hard he had gotten from being embarrassed like that. Harry reached forward to take hold of Rodolphus’ hips but, his hands were slapped away.
“You’re still being punished. No touching.” Harry frowned. Rodolphus knew how much he loved feeling the other’s skin under his fingers. “Hands behind your back.” Harry did was he was told clasping them behind his back lacing his fingers together so he wouldn’t touch. “Open wide.” Harry obliged of course opening his mouth wide for the man in front of him. He couldn’t wait to taste the cock in front of him that was still dripping precum. Harry stuck out his tongue and licked a bead of it off. As he did so Rodolphus grabbed his hair and thrusted into his hungry mouth.
Harry moaned deeply. He loved being face fucked like this. Being treated like he was just an object there to be used for Rodolphus’ pleasure he got instantly hard. As he felt the cock sliding in and out of his mouth Harry’s own cock now filled with a new need to be released.
It didn’t take Rodolphus to long before he pulled out completely which earned a whimper from the smaller male in front of him. He smirked down at him as he sprayed his face with cum tough. He made sure some landing on Harry’s tongue since he knew the other enjoyed tasting him.
Harry eagerly swallowed what fell into his mouth and licked up the rest his tongue could reach. Then he suddenly felt himself being tugged up to his feet by his collar. Rodolphus’ mouth crushed hungrily against his own. It was the first kiss they shared all day and Harry wanted so badly to throw his arms around Rodolphus’ neck and pull him in closer but, he had been commanded not to touch.
Pulling back Rodolphus smirked seeing Harry’s hands still clasped behind his back. “You can touch now.” Harry smiled and pulled him into a kiss. As he did Rodolphus felt Harry’s hard cock brush against his leg. Harry gasped into the kiss then and they felt a new warm spot form between them.
“Is the feel of my leg really all it took for you to come?” Rodolphus stroked Harry’s hair lovingly now. Harry nodded sheepishly.
“After all that…yeah.” He couldn’t look Rodolphus in the eye after admitting that. But, his chin was soon tilted up and he felt a soft gently kiss grace his lips this time.
“I have such a good kitten. Now let’s get you cleaned up.” Rodolphus said softly and got them both undressed. He scooped Harry up bridal style and ran a bath for the two of them.
As they soaked together Rodolphus took extra care to make sure Harry was clean and messaged his muscles, which Harry hadn’t even realized ached until then. Once they were both clean Rodolphus drained the tub and got them both out drying them off.
Going back into the bedroom they were both glad to see the house elves had come and cleaned everything up. It was almost like it hadn’t happened. But of course, the memory would live on in both their minds.
Lying in bed together Rodolphus played with Harry’s hair. “Who would have known we would both enjoy that so much?” Rodolphus said smiling down at his love. “Unless you’ve been keeping this kink from me.” It wasn’t unlike Harry to not express his desires because he was afraid of the reaction he would get.
“No I didn’t know either. I didn’t think I would enjoy being embarrassed like that. I guess it’s just because it’s you. So, you didn’t plan this?” Harry asked looking up at him.
“How could I have planned that you would go hours without eating or using the bathroom? And I didn’t know I would enjoy seeing you wet yourself either. But there was just something so sexy about you squirming like that and then letting yourself be so vulnerable in front of me. This does not give you permission to do this all the time though. I still expect you to take care of yourself.” Rodolphus told him and gave him a soft kiss.
“I will. I’m sorry I went so long without eating today. Time had just gotten away from me.” He ran his hands over Rodolphus’ chest glad to be able to touch him now. “I love you.”
Rodolphus smiled and gave him a kiss with all the love he felt. “I love you too. You are such a good little kitten.”
Edited April 5, 2017 by crazymj
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So it's been awhile since I've done a fanfic. Mostly because I didn't have any ideas and because I feel I'm not great with stories. I was mostly inspired to write this one because today is Hayley Atwell's birthday and she is one of my favourite actresses. Agent Carter was one of my favourite shows and the show was cancelled way too early. So this is just my attempt at an idea of what if Peggy was desperate on a mission? Hope some people like it. Set during Season 1.
Peggy Carter was walking to her work at the Strategic Science Reserve. A job that she was two minds about being in at every day she headed too it. On the one hand she was serving the country to the upmost of professionalism like she always aimed to do during the war but the way she served was less than satisfying than it was before. Once a person in command of special operations and training recruits she was now reduced to answering phones and getting hot cups of tea and biscuits for the other boys. She was in some respects a glorified secretary one who happened to have elite military training and could beat someone down if necessary.
Arriving and sitting at her desk she layed out her things and made a plan for today as she pulled out a scone to eat which she got from her waitress friend/neighbour Angie at the diner she worked at. Angie always tried to sneak her one on the house when nobody was looking. She was nice like that. She took a swig of water to prepare herself for the long day as Agent Thompson walked by her noticing the scone.
"That's quite a big scone you got there Carter. Careful not to gorge too many of those things." Thompson warned a bit smugly.
Peggy frowned "Well there's no harm in treating one's self every now and then Agent Thompson." Peggy replied not caring about his comment.
"Well your figure is curvaceous but you could stand too lose a bit of weight is all I'm saying and that won't help." Thompson said as he prepared to walk away.
"I'll consider it just as soon as you stop using that chiseled sharp chin of yours as a butter knife. That is what it's for right? Or do you like sticking it out for all to see?" Peggy retorted.
"Look I enjoy these talks but I've gotta go. Chief wants to see me." Thompson said as he walked away from her.
Peggy rolled her eyes as she took another big swig of water. It was her third lot of liquid this morning as she already had two cups of tea one at home and another at the diner with Angie. Finishing her drink Peggy sat back for a moment as she began to feel something down below. She ignored the feeling as she sat about not doing much. With any luck Jarvis might call her and tell her any new leads in regards to Howard's inventions or maybe he'll find himself with a hand caught in the dryer. Anything would be exciting at this point.
A couple of hours passed by into the evening. The day remained pretty uneventful as Peggy had taken one or two breaks in between taking calls and bringing the other men coffee. She almost was tempted to get Thompson a scone maybe loused with nuts or something that maybe he was allergic too but she wasn't sure what he was and didn't want to ask him. Sitting at her desk she felt a pang down below. She had put off the feeling and ignoring it for awhile mostly so she could keep her composure and with any luck she could finish early without needing to take care of it here at all but knew with each passing hour she had a feeling she wouldn't make it.
"Bloody hell" Peggy sighed as she began to get up from her desk. Before she could move further however she saw her other co-worker Daniel Sousa coming out of the Chief's office. Sousa was in many ways like herself an outsider suffering a handicap using a crutch to help himself walk. He respected her as a colleague and friend and treated her with chivalry and respect and despite Peggy's attempts to brush him off not wanting someone to coddle her against the taunts displayed by Thompson and her other colleagues that she could easily dish back against a part of her was thankful he was there too look out for her sometimes and another part of herself found herself attracted to him. But she couldn't admit that to herself as much as she wanted too. Mostly because she still loved someone else. Someone who wasn't there anymore.
Snapping out of her trance and ignoring the feeling below she reluctantly placed herself back down in her seat and sat up straight and looked up at Sousa "Good afternoon Daniel. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"You know I wouldn't ask a favour of you unless I had too. So sorry to say there isn't. I just wanted to see you before I headed out." Sousa answered
"Probably none of my business I'm sure" Peggy said prenteding to feign any interest.
"Well it's basically the same as we've been doing lately where the Chief has speculation that another one of Stark's inventions is being sold off." Sousa said
"Anything related to the possible previous attempts?" Peggy asked as she suddenly felt a need to fidget.
"It could be but there's two possible leads as to where it could be going down. Either at a hotel on Kirby and Jack street or somewhere on Simon Street. That area has been abandoned for awhile. Don't know what could be there" Sousa said confused as he took a glance at Peggy whose foot was tapping "Peggy are you alright?"
"Of course. Why is there a pin sticking out of my hair?" Peggy asked as she felt another pang down below trying to maintain her composure.
Before Sousa could say anything further Thompson walked out of the Chief's office "Come on Sousa. We're checking out the hotel on Kirby and Jack street. Apparently it's called 'The Ritz.'" Noticing Peggy's stance she looked like she was trying to remain defiant but he knew something was up as he noticed her moving "What's the matter Carter? Morning desert not sit well?"
Peggy rolled her eyes "Cream was a bit too put on I'm afraid."
As the two left her desk and hearing nor seeing anyone allowed Peggy to groan slightly as she doubled over and crossed her legs in desperation. She had tried to ignore it throughout the day mostly due to her professionalism and knew she could hold it mostly through the day. The sooner she got things done and the quicker things were handled without any interference than she and everyone else could go home. But she knew it was a losing battle at this point. She really had to pee. She was an Agent of the S.S.R she served her country with professionalism and a strict no nonsense attitude and now she was desperate for the toilet like a little girl and now because she had put it off it was coming back to bite her. Deciding she couldn't wait any longer she left her desk and made a stop at Chief Dooley's office.
"Carter. What are you doing here?" Dooley asked
"Oh I just have to go and take a break and I'll be back to work then. I just felt I had to say it in case you were wondering where I went if you happened to stop by my desk." Peggy said in her nicest fake tone ever as she forcefully smiled trying to hide her desperation as she crossed her legs in desperation behind the door.
"Well go on ahead. In fact would you mind locking up later?" Dooley asked
"Are Thompson and Daniel not back yet?" Peggy asked forgetting her need for a moment.
"They are still out following the lead on the next possible selling of one of Stark's weapons. If they aren't back soon or if they do come back just be sure to lock up at the same closing time." Dooley said as he got up from his desk as Peggy opened the door for him and stood there by it. Noticing the sweat on her face Dooley decided to ask what was up. While he had his doubts about Carter a part of him held a respect for her that he wouldn't admit in front of Thompson or anyone else. He knew of her past exploits and of her determination but a part of him was just worried it could easily get her killed "You okay Carter? There's sweat coming from your face?"
"Just my face?" Peggy asked hoping nothing else was coming out in other areas of her body.
"Yeah..." Dooley began
"Oh right then. Just feeling a little under the weather I'm afraid." Peggy said trying to dismiss his worries "Good night Chief."
"Good night Carter." Dooley said as he left his office and walked past Peggy down the hall. Noting he was out of earshot Peggy allowed herself to double over one more time before she made a mad dash down the hallways to the ladies bathrooms.
Arriving at her destination Peggy didn't look where she was going as she found herself nearly running into the door but stopped herself just in time. Looking up she noticed why it was locked and saw to her dismay "An Out of Order" sign. She then looked over at the Men's for a moment. While nobody was here and she could go in none the wiser she didn't want to go in having a feeling the condition inside was about as pleasant as waking up next to Howard Stark. Realising that the only other bathroom was on the other side of the building which would take too long to get too she began to groan that her options were running out.
"Lovely." Peggy said to nobody but herself as she suddenly heard a phone ring. Hopefully it was a way out of here. Or maybe someone to put her out of her misery. Running over she answered. Who the hell was she kidding? "Hello. Yes? No this isn't hell but it could be."
The voice on the phone however took her complaints to heart and feigned an upset tone "Well if that's how the phone company is going to treat me perhaps I'll take my business elsewhere."
"What do you want Mr. Jarvis?" Peggy sighed forgetting her need for a moment.
"Well one of Mr. Stark's inventions is unaccounted for" Jarvis began
"Several are yes I'm aware." Peggy responded.
"Well there's one now I'm afraid that's being sold at this very moment and I would suggest we go get it before it falls into the wrong hands as they say." Jarvis said
"Yes I'm aware. Thompson and Daniel were sent out on a lead. Said it was either in a hotel on Kirby and Jack Street or somewhere on Simon Street. They went to the first one saying Simon Street was abandoned and didn't have any areas to possibly go too." Peggy explained again surprisingly keeping any signs of desperation shown through her voice down.
"Well somewhere abandoned could be a more logical place to draw less attention. Perhaps there might have been a warehouse there forgotten about?" Jarvis surmised
"Then let's see if it isn't abandoned so I can bloody go home." Peggy said snapping a bit as she crossed her legs
Noticing the bite was there in her voice more than usual Jarvis while knowing it was a lost cause to get her to admit what was exactly wrong decided to ask "Trouble at the office Miss Carter?"
"As if there never is trouble Mr. Jarvis. Just hurry up" Peggy said as she hung up and looked around. With any luck if they got this mission over with quick she could get Jarvis to drop her back to her apartment. Miriam her landlady had been buying her excuses for being home late but a part of Peggy wondered if the old woman was speculating more. With any luck she could get in and use the downstairs toilets as she had a feeling she wouldn't make it to her room. She then dismissed those feelings as she tried to ignore her need just a little while longer.
Some time passed as Peggy and Jarvis were now in the car driving to the destination. Both were pretty quiet as Peggy was looking out the window in an attempt to distract herself as she had to avoid trying not to move lest Jarvis notice her plight. She tapped her foot a lot though as he glanced over a few times. Part of her wondered if he knew but given what Jarvis had been through probably during the day and his outlook on life he could have been thinking about anything at the moment. Debating whether or not she needed to go to the loo was probably on the bottom of those concerns.
As the silence continued to be awkward Jarvis finally broke it "Okay well if we don't want to talk about what's bothering us than perhaps we'll put some music on?" Peggy didn't give him any kind of glance. "Right then"
Jarvis turned on the radio and much to Peggy's dismay rather than any music what was currently on the radio was the "Captain America Adventure Hour" the half hour radio show dramatising Captain America's adventures. If by adventures they meant practically getting the history wrong and watering it down for a demographic that probably was smarter than this but the people making this show didn't believe that. Although her annoyance for the show mostly came from rather somewhat selfishly means some could say in how they portrayed her as a damsel in distress named "Betty Carver." Between listening to this and having to explain to Jarvis why she wasn't speaking with him she decided listenting to the former for more than 5 minutes was more embarrassing.
"If you shut this tripe off I'll explain why I've been reluctant to talk." Peggy said as she started to sound a bit desperate.
"Oh you want wish to make conversation willingly that's a first." Jarvis said sarcastically.
"Just stop this car before you need to clean up a mess of mine and not Howard's." Peggy said with a slightly stern tone as Jarvis raised his eyebrow in confusion and compliyingly stopped the car and turned off the radio.
"So what's troubling you Miss Carter?" Jarvis asked
Peggy hesitated as she began to try and explain. God this was embarrasing she thought. The only thing she was glad of was that Sousa nor Thompson were around. "We all have needs Mr. Jarvis. And some times those needs become a bit overwhelming and while you want to try and avoid them for awhile to maintain a sense of professionalism. Eventually you quickly find out it's best not to avoid them so lest you find yourself in a sticky situation." Peggy tried to explain.
Jarvis was still confused "I'm very sorry Miss Carter but I'm afraid I don't follow."
"These needs are very important. We do them everyday. And if we don't do them soon a mess could be made in a very expensive car. One the butler would have to clean up" Peggy tried to explain more bluntly gritting through her teeth.
Jarvis was about to say something before Peggy just outright said "I need to use the bloody loo!"
"I knew that" Jarvis responded as he looked at Peggy who was trying not to hold herself.
"I've held it in all day. Didn't use the toilets. Not that it would do me any good since they were out of order." Peggy said sadly.
"Well as much as I would like to help you Miss Carter. I'm afraid we have something else to attend too." Jarvis interrupted
"Mr. Jarvis I just told you something so embarrassing I wouldn't dare share with anyone else. What else could you bring up to ignore this?" Peggy said trying not to show desperation.
"We've arrived at Simon street. My assumptions were correct. There is a warehouse over there." Jarvis said pointing to it.
Noticing her discomfort Jarvis began to sympathise "We could go drive around and find a possible place with a bathroom first Miss Carter."
"Look I promised Howard I would clear his name Mr. Jarvis. And I'm not going to stop doing that just because a part of my body needs to empty itself. If with any luck we could have this done in record time. Let's go" Peggy said as she ignored her need further.
"If you insist." Jarvis said reluctantly.
Sneaking into the warehouse Peggy moved about trying to find her criminal all the while trying not to show her need which was beginning to decline physically in terms of holding herself together. She noticed a small device just placed on a ledge waiting for her. Probably a trap but she was willing to take anything that was just handed to her at this point. Moving over she grabbed the device as she then heard gunshots firing about as she ran behind a wall as the shots stopped firing. She breathed in and out trying to keep herself from possibly leaking out. Moving out she spotted a man on a ledge as he jumped down to confront her.
Speaking in the same voice synthesiser she had heard before indicated that this man was a member of Leviathan. He could maybe a lead. "We were expecting you to come. You've become quite a problem for us"
"Well I'm glad I gave you something to look forward too." Peggy said trying remain defiant.
"We can't let you leave." the man said
"Then maybe you shouldn't leave things laying around. Chances are people will tend to take it. Be it a sandwitch, a cake or a highly expensive potentially dangerous device built by one of the most arrogant but brilliant minds of our time." Peggy said having a feeling the man did this for a reason.
"You fell for our trap to lure you here. Now you will die." the man said as he ran towards her.
Peggy sighed as she relaxed herself. This was going to put a strain on her. Well more than usual. The man swung a punch at Peggy as she fought back dodging his blows all the while trying to clench her muscles to prevent a potential leak as she felt some sneak down her leg. Quickly realising she would have to end this before she had an accident she avoided an attack before she grabbed the man and grabbed him by the neck and held him in place as she smashed him down on the ground as he groaned in pain. Clenching herself to remove any potential leakage she relaxed as she stood over her adversary triumphantly. Checking the damage thankfully it wasn't much but she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it forever. Best get any potential information and get the device to Jarvis and then get him to drop her off somewhere. At this point she would take a truck stop bathroom rather than wetting herself.
"If your next words are 'Leviathan is coming' than I would suggest not saying. Give me new information or your location is revealed to the S.S.R." Peggy threatened.
The man knowing he would be found out if captured and wanting to protect his employer's plans but also knowing the price of failure grabbed Peggy's hand which had her gun placed in it as he pointed it at his head as she tried to grab him to let go but found herself being distracted by her bladder as she tried to double over "Leviathan is coming"
And with that a bang was heard as the man willingly pulled the trigger as he fell down dead from a gunshot wound to the head. Stepping back in shock Peggy could have let herself leak there before Jarvis called her on the walkie talkie as she clenched her bladder muscles "Miss Carter is everything alright?"
"No worse than usual. I'm on my way out." Peggy said reluctantly feeling bad she didn't succeed in learning more about Leviathan.
"Are we still in one piece?" Jarvis asked
"Couple of scratches but nothing a bit of rest and your handy work can't fix." Peggy said
"Why I appreciate that you are willing to accept my help in stitching you up this time I was referring to our other problem. Our water problem." Jarvis said trying not to sound like he was teasing her though the tone in her voice made him feel he shouldn't have said anything.
"Just get me home or somewhere I can plop on the toilet now before I bloody explode." Peggy said not caring anymore how embarrasing the situation was.
"Duly noted Miss Carter." Jarvis said
After driving in the car for a bit Jarvis decided as he looked over at Peggy who was still to her credit hanging on that stopping at her apartment building would still take awhile to get too and his house was closer he made the fastest drive he could there. Finally they stopped outside his home as Peggy looked at the neighbourhood house confused "While normally I wouldn't mind a trip to the suburbs I kind of am almost ready to blow a gasket here."
"That's my home. Bathroom is the first room as you enter through the home on the right. A spare key is under the mat" Jarvis said revealing their real reasons for coming here.
Peggy allowed herself to smile at his sincerity and willingness to look out for her this time "Thank you Mr. Jarvis."
As if she was a runner in the Olympic games Peggy practically ripped open the seat belt and opened the car door as she made a mad dash to the front door as she danced on the spot and picked up the key from under the map as she it put into the door her hands shaking as she successfully opened it and ran inside and opened the door on the right and entered the bathroom. The toilet was practically inviting her to sit on it as she ran towards it and pulled down her slightly wet pants skirt and panties and plopped herself on the toilet as she allowed the floodgates to finally open and empty.
Peggy sat there for what felt like ever as she sighed happily in relief. Finally after a few minutes she felt the stream slow to a trickle and stop. Taking a piece of toilet paper she wiped herself as she stood up pulling up her skirt pants and panties as she flushed the toilet and slowly walked out to see Jarvis standing there with his back turned.
"You can turn around now Mr. Jarvis. Besides it's not like you were watching. Because I would have stopped you before you even could attempt to do so." Peggy said as Jarvis turned around.
"A woman's privacy is something that I try to uphold to Miss Carter even if she doesn't ask me to give it." Jarvis said
"Fair enough. No mention of this to Howard. Because if you do then I'm afraid I won't make you sleep right for a week." Peggy threatened.
"A butler's secrets are forever his own." Jarvis answered with a smile.
"Now. Please take me home. With any luck maybe Miriam won't question me too much if I can get back to my room fast enough and bring down these clothes to make it look like I was doing some late night laundry." Peggy said as she tried to hopefully avoid her strict landlord hoping she wouldn't catch her being out this late.
Jarivs opened the door as Peggy walked to the car. While Peggy didn't see it Jarvis gave a slight wave and nod to his wife Ana who was in the kitchen having heard them come in but knowing Peggy needed privacy kept her distance.
THE END.
So yeah that's that. Probably not very good I know but you can feel free to comment on it if you so wish and let me know what you think.
Edited April 6, 2017 by SAM996
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I’m back with a fic that I am actually quite proud of! It’s long and very plot heavy - I love angst, so be prepared for a lot of that.
Trigger warning for cursing, fights, recreational drug use (teenagers), underage drinking, brief descriptions of violence, past child abuse, and the like. I know it sounds really angsty and heavy now, but I promise you that my stories usually get worse before they get better! Just remember that they do get better. Trust me.
I’ll stop rambling now. Enjoy! x
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“911, what’s your emergency?”
“...”
“...Hello?”
“...”
“We’re sending an officer to your location right now. Please stay on the line.”
Despite what the 911 operator says, sixteen year old Elliot shakes his head and hangs up. He can hear faint screams and sirens from the distance, so he does what he does best.
He runs.
//
SIX HOURS EARLIER
Sent to: Ollie
ollie can u buy more of my medicine? I only have enough for this week
Sent to: Elliot
Of course, squirt. What time are you gonna be home?
Sent to: Ollie
idk probably around 4:30 some seniors said they wanted to see me
Sent to: Elliot
Seniors? El, is everything okay?
Sent to: Ollie
yeah haha don’t worry about it
Sixteen-year old Elliot Anderson slips his phone in his pocket, ignoring the constant buzzing as his older brother continues to text him incessantly. He walks down the hall towards the cafeteria, whistling quietly to calm his nerves. Classes finished about an hour ago, but one of the older, popular seniors had bumped into him in the bathroom, saying that they needed to talk after classes.
The senior, Seth, had smiled at him and reassured him that it was nothing serious, and that he should come to the cafeteria when his last period was over. Elliot nodded and scurried away as fast as possible, biting his nails as his brain made up different possibilities to why a senior would want to see him, out of all people. Shrugging his nerves off and actually feeling a little bit excited, Elliot waited for the bell to ring and now found himself walking to meet Seth again.
As soon as he steps into the cafeteria, he sees Seth grin. “Hey, over here!” Seth calls out, waving him over. Elliot smiles shyly and tightens his grip on his bag, silently quickening his step.
“Hi,” Elliot mumbles. “Um, you said that you wanted to see me?”
“Yeah. So I’m gonna get straight to the point – I’m hosting a party later tonight, and I want you to come.”
Elliot blinks. Me? He thinks, wondering why Seth would invite him out of all people. “Um…”
“I know, I’m sorry if I sound creepy,” the older boy chuckles. “It’s just that most of us seniors just got accepted into colleges, and we wanna make the most out of the last few weeks we have together,”
“But I’m not a senior,” Elliot pouts, feeling a little bit confused. “Why am I invited?”
“Cause you’re cool, man,” Seth laughs, playfully hitting his shoulder. Elliot winces. “And, you aren’t the only sophomore invited. You won’t be out of place or anything, I’ll be with you the whole time. I can even introduce you to a couple hot chicks from the school downtown.”
Elliot blushes and looks down, hiding his smile. He actually felt flattered that he was being invited out for once. “Can you give me the address? I’ll ask my brother later.”
“Sure, man. Hope to see you there!” Seth smiles, grabbing Elliot’s phone and writing down his address on the notes application. Elliot thanks him and then leaves, picking up his pace and running home as soon as he is out of the campus.
He gets home five minutes later, basically collapsing on the couch and breathing heavily. “I’m home!” He calls out.
Elliot’s older brother, Oliver, comes downstairs and sighs when he sees how exhausted and sweaty his little brother is. “Did you run home again?” He asks rhetorically, stepping into the kitchen.
“Yeah,” Elliot breathes out. “But hey! I got invited to a party!”
“A party?” Oliver frowns, peeking out of the kitchen. He eventually comes out and hands Elliot a glass of water.
“Yeah,” Elliot shrugs, sitting down and taking a sip. “Some guy named Seth invited me.”
“Do you know him? Elliot, this sounds a bit sketchy…”
“We have algebra together,” Elliot explains. “He sits behind me.”
“But do you actually know him?” Oliver repeats, giving Elliot a stern look. “I don’t want you to be there alone.”
“Ollie, I’ll be fine,” Elliot groans dramatically. “Besides, I’m not the only sophomore going. Plus, didn’t you say you wanted me to make new friends?”
“I know I did, but I’m just not sure if a party is the best place to make long lasting friendships.”
“Ollie,” Elliot whines, sounding very much like a child. “Please, I actually really wanna go.”
“Since when were you into parties, huh?” Oliver chuckles.
“You’re mean,” Elliot sticks his tongue out, leaning on his older brother. “Look, you can even pick me up at 11 or something. I just wanna check it out.”
“Okay, I will,” Oliver decides, his mood becoming more serious. “Have you taken your medicine today?”
Elliot blushes and nods slowly. “But I just ran out. I told you-”
“Are you sure you feel up to socializing with a bunch of older people?”
“Yes, I’m gonna be fine,” Elliot sighs, feeling irritable. “I’m 16, Ollie. I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can. I just worry.”
“You worry too much,” he mumbles. “Just let me do my own thing, and I’ll be fine.”
//
“Hey guys, the little one made it!”
Elliot smiles nervously, looking around the house. The music is blaring from the speakers and suddenly he wants to run back outside and chase after Oliver’s car. Shaking the thought out of his head, he smiles tightly. “Um, h-hi,”
“Hey little dude,” an older girl, clearly intoxicated, grins at him and leans closer, bringing her lips to his ears. “You’re the one who can hook us up, right?”
Elliot’s smile drops almost as quickly as it came. Hook them up? With what?
“Sandra, shut up,” Seth chuckles, pulling her away from Elliot and wrapping his own arm around him before dropping his voice to a low whisper. “But yeah, this is our man. I’ve seen him pop pills several time in the school bathrooms.”
Elliot’s face pales. Seth had seen him taking his medicine? And he thought they were drugs? “Seth, I don’t think you—”
Seth’s grip on Elliot’s shoulder tightens painfully, making the young teenager whimper in surprise. The older kids surrounding him are suddenly looking at him with such judgmental eyes and he feels his heartbeat rise. “Seth,” he whispers, looking up at the taller boy. “That hurts.”
Seth forces a fake smile in his direction before he lets go and leaves. “Sorry, kid. Stay here. I’ll go grab you a drink.”
“I’ll go with you,” an older boy says, following after Seth.
The atmosphere has clearly changed. Elliot shyly looks up at the group of teenagers around him and quickly looks back down. Sandra leans closer to him again and he flinches away. “So, kid, what type of pills were Seth talking about?”
Elliot gulps. “Oh, um… I don’t think it’s the type you usually-”
“Not the type?” Another guy speaks up, looking at Elliot in an extremely intimidating manner. “What type are they, then? Do you just not wanna share ‘em with us?”
“N-no, that’s not it at all,” Elliot says nervously, wringing his hands together. “I’m uh, actually diagnosed with—”
“What’s going on?” Seth appears, handing Elliot a drink. Everyone shrugs and goes back to what they’re doing, except for the guy who was just threatening him. Elliot is thankful for the distraction, so he quickly takes a big gulp of whatever drink was given him and chokes it down. It tastes horrible. It burns his throat.
“Finish that,” Sandra speaks up as they start walking away, giving him a wink. “Come find us when you’re ready to share your loot.”
Elliot looks up at Seth, confused. “Are you going with them?” He asks, eyes wide.
“Yeah,” Seth replies, turning around. “Wanna come?”
Elliot gulps and his eyes follow the path that the older seniors are following. It’s dark and it smells like alcohol. He looks down and shakes his head, feeling hurt that Seth just broke his promise.
“Suit yourself,” Seth shrugs, and Elliot watches as they all disappear into the darkness of the hallway.
//
Everything is spinning.
Elliot’s been tipsy before, sure, during late night Christmas dinners with Oliver, but he’s never felt this...fuzzy. He can’t hear the conversations of the people around him, he can’t walk in a straight line, he can’t understand the lyrics of the music playing, and most importantly, he can’t find the bathroom.
It’s been around two and a half hours since Seth’s group left him alone with a drink, and his bladder has been slowly filling up since then. The fact that he’s nervous doesn’t help his need to use the toilet. It makes everything worse. He’s been trying to find a bathroom for the past half hour, but the alcohol in his system makes it nearly impossible. Now, he feels close to wetting himself right there. He grips the front of his jeans and looks around for Seth, taking a deep breath as he walks down the sketchy looking hallway.
He finds Seth and his friends talking by the corner of the room, and he walks towards them unsteadily. “Seth,” he slurs, grabbing the older boy’s arm. Seth pushes him away automatically. “What do you want, kid?”
“I needa go to the bathroom,” he hiccups, his words slurred together. Instead of the older guys leading him there, they all start laughing at him. Elliot looks up and watches them through confused eyes. He squirms uncomfortably. What’s so funny?
“James, check out the kid! He’s so messed up!” Sandra yells, dragging one of her friends with her. Elliot takes a tentative step back.
“I needa go,” he repeats, his voice pleading now. “Can, can you tell me where it is, please?”
“Give us your pills first, and maybe we’ll bring you there.” The guy named James speaks up, his eyes dark. “We invited you here so you could share, kid. Don’t keep all the fun to yourself.”
“I don’ have any pills,” Elliot tries to explain again, but he finds it extremely difficult to form coherent sentences. “No pills. Ran out. Didn’t bring ‘em. I have to pee.”
“Liar,” he snarls, pushing Elliot backwards. Hard. He loses his balance, letting go of Seth’s arm and landing on his bottom. Seth narrows his eyes, but Elliot is just confused... These are older teenagers, right? Shouldn’t they be taking care of him the same way Oliver does?
“Look at him,” James sneers, kicking his Elliot’s side. “No offense, Seth, but you brought my hopes up. This kid is fucking lame.”
Sandra laughs and agrees, pushing Elliot back down once he tries to stand up again. “He’s a lightweight, though. This is entertaining.”
Elliot whimpers and curls up as the pain radiates through his upper body. His head is spinning and bladder is throbbing again, making him feel the beginning of a panic attack starting. As quickly as he can, he crawls away from the group and sprints to another room. He can’t breathe at all. His head is spinning and he wants— no, he needs his older brother. He needs Oliver.
With shaky hands, Elliot pulls his phone out and presses the first number on speed dial. He sinks to the ground, his free hand gripping his chest, as he prays for Oliver to pick up.
He doesn’t.
Elliot starts to cry by the third time Oliver ignores his call. His throat is closing up and his entire body is trembling with the force of the sobs he keeps trying (and failing) to hold back. He hasn’t had an anxiety episode this bad in months, and the only person who can calm him down is Oliver, but… Oh no, Oliver’s gonna be so upset that he couldn’t hold it together. Oliver hasn’t answered his calls, either. Oliver’s gonna hate him and leave him the same way Dad and Mom did.
He really can’t breathe now, and he’s growing more terrified by the second. Oh god, what if he’s dying? He feels exactly like he felt four years ago, the year he and Oliver were taken away from his parents - the year his life had become a steady series of anxiety attacks. Every time he closes his eyes he sees his mom’s disappointed face and hears his dad’s angry yells. With a choked whimper, Elliot rubs his eyes and tries to breathe. He dials the only number that he knows will help him — he calls 911.
PRESENT TIME
Elliot bolts away from the house the moment he hears an ambulance. He’s still stuck in the same flashback - the smell of alcohol, the screams and sirens, and the feeling of being helpless is way too familiar. He runs and runs and runs until his legs collapse, and he curls up on the corner of the street, his legs, chest, and bladder burning. He rolls over to throw up, crying as he does so. There are people chasing him. It’s over.
“Stop right there!”
Elliot chokes and backs up when he hears that, his bladder releasing for a brief moment. His crotch is suddenly warm and wet, but he manages to stem the flow as two large figures come up to him.
“Young man, stand up,” the low voice says.
“Dad, m s-sorry,” Elliot slurs, hiding his face. “D-didn’t mean to -”
“Dad? Young man, what are you talking about?”
“S-sorry sir, I j-just - I c-can’t breathe -”
“Okay, calm down, son. Let’s focus on breathing. Can you tell me your name?” The man says quietly.
Elliot rubs his eyes and nods quickly. “El-Elliot.”
“Okay Elliot, listen to my voice. I want you to take a deep breath and hold it for five seconds...”
Elliot tries to listen to the voice, but his heart is beating too fast and he’s too far gone. He looks up helplessly at the man, tries to understand what he’s saying, but becomes way too overwhelmed. Soon enough, Elliot slumps forward and passes out while the sounds of the sirens come closer.
//
Elliot wakes up in the backseat of a police car.
He jerks up and hits his head, whimpering loudly as he feels the pressure in his bladder. It’s more than uncomfortable now. It physically hurts, and he can feel how bloated his stomach is. He’s dizzy and tired and nauseous and he feels like he’s about to pass out again just as the car is parked. “Come out, kid,” The policeman says gently. “Call me Officer Miller.”
Officer Miller leads Elliot to a room and makes him sit down. Seth and his friends enter beside him and Elliot can feel the tension and intimidation radiating off them. “Stay here,” Officer Miller says, leaving Elliot alone with a bunch of angry high school seniors.
“I was supposed to play a basketball game tomorrow, you snitch,” Seth growls after he is sure they are left alone, his eyes flashing. “Now I can’t because my parents are gonna kill me thanks to you — I brought you here to have some fun, and you ruined everything for everyone. Everyone hates you now, Elliot. You’re nothing but a stupid loser—"
Elliot covers his ears.
Seth’s words drown out and become a muffled ringing. He can’t process anything anymore - the lights are too bright, Seth is talking is too loud, and everything is just wrong. He quietly pulls his olive green beanie down to cover his eyes, biting his lower lip so hard to the point where it actually begins to draw blood. His hands are shaking. So are his legs. And his shoulders. His entire body, actually.
And he really, really, needs the toilet now.
He doesn’t know how long he sits there, rocking back and forth while a couple of policemen eventually everybody away to different rooms. He starts to count backwards from one-hundred, to get his breaths to even out, but it’s extremely difficult to do so when everything feels like it’s his fault. He unconsciously crosses his legs and curls up, hiding his face from view as his bladder continues to throb painfully.
“Elliot, kid? Can you follow me, please?”
Elliot stands up on shaky legs, looking up at the same policeman smiling at him and barely registering the fact that his bladder has nearly reached its breaking point. He bites his thumbnail and follows the officer down the hall, his breaths hitching as he passes by his peers, who are all staring at him like he murdered someone. He clenches his eyes shut again and tries to swallow the vomit slowly rising up his throat. He can hear everybody around him murmur angrily, and he wraps the blanket around him tighter.
“My curfew was an hour ago. My mom’s gonna kill me.”
“Is he the kid who snitched? What a killjoy.”
His head is still fuzzy, but he can understand the meaning of those words now. It hurts, but it’s true. He deserves it.
Elliot is brought down the hall and into another room full of officers. He freezes and backs up against Officer Miller, who pushes him forward and into a chair gently. Elliot barely notices the small trail of urine that has begun running down his left leg in a slow and steady stream. Luckily for him, however, it stops the moment he sits down.
Once again, Elliot can hear a bunch of voices speaking at the same time, and he shifts uncomfortably. This time, however, the voices aren’t angry. They sound...concerned?
“Officer Ramirez, give me a quick summary, please.”
“Okay. Well, the owner of the house that the party happened in is an nineteen year old male named Seth Hernandez. All the young adolescents who were caught under the influence are in the waiting room right now. Their families are being notified of the current events as of the moment.”
“And the boy who called the police?”
“Sixteen year old Elliot Anderson. He was under the influence of something as well, actually, but we suspect that somebody laced his drink without his consent.”
“Was there anything else?”
“No. When we found him, he was two blocks away from where the party was, actually.”
“Two blocks away? Why?”
“From what we understood, he ran away once dispatch arrived at the location. He was nearing a panic attack, and Officer Miller was the only one who was able to calm him down.”
Elliot tries to block out the rest of the words. He doesn’t want to hear how pathetic he sounds one more time, so once again, he pulls his beanie down and covers his ears. Everything hurts. There are tears dripping down his cheeks slowly, his heartbeat is erratic, and he’s never needed the bathroom as bad as he does now.
“Elliot?” A young police officer speaks, resting her hands on his shoulders. “You can open your eyes, you know.”
Elliot whimpers and shakes his head. He’s in so much trouble - he’s trying to prepare himself for the beatings to come. Not only does he feel his anxiety rising, making him nauseous, he also feels his bladder throb urgently, signaling that he needs to find a toilet now - he turns his head up a bit to ask the officers if he can be excused, but they’re all so tall and scary, so he ends up throwing up all over his shoes, and on the shoes of the officer in front of him.
“Ngh,” Elliot groans before his stomach lurches, and he throws up once more. He starts hyperventilating again, his hands shaking intensely. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’ll clean it up, please don’t be angry with me, I’m—”
“It’s alright,” Officer Ramirez says, rubbing Elliot’s back as another officer hands places a basin on his lap. “Honey, you have a lot of chemicals in your body. You need to get it out of your system.”
Elliot nods and spits into the basin, his hands shaking.
“Is there anybody you can call?” She asks him once he is finished being sick. “Parents, maybe?”
Elliot stiffens and shakes his head. “N-no parents. I live with my older brother.”
“How old is he?”
“Twenty se-seven,” he hiccups, wiping his eyes. “I wanna go home -”
“Please give us his number,” she interrupts him, handing him a piece of paper and a pencil. “We’ll notify him of your situation right now so he can pick you up and you can go home.”
Elliot does as he is told and resumes hiding behind his beanie while rocking back and forth. Oliver is going to be so mad, he thinks. Then he's gonna send me away forever.
//
Twenty minutes later, Oliver is at the police station, frantically trying to find the officers that called him.
"Are you Oliver Anderson?"
Oliver whips around and nods quickly. "Yes," he says, out of breath. "I got a call about my brother Elliot. Where is he? Is he okay? I need to see him and-"
"Sir, please calm down. Your brother is safe, but he has been panicking since we found him," Officer Ramirez explains, and Oliver feels his blood run cold. "We need you to stay calm so that he begins to feel safe. Okay?"
"Okay," Oliver nods, taking a deep breath and following her into a room near the back of the hall. When he steps into the room, the first thing he sees is Elliot curled up on a chair, covering his ears. "Elliot, honey," Officer Ramirez says, and Elliot's eyes snap up. "Your brother is here."
Elliot loses control slowly at first, then all at once — his bladder decides to give up the moment he sees his older brother. The warm, wet liquid soaks the front of his pants and snakes around to the back of his knees. He doesn’t even try to stop it. He feels sickening relief as his bottom gets drenched with urine, but the relief doesn’t last long. Heat begins to pool in his lap and soon he feels tears fill his eyes.
The stream lasts for what feels like hours, dripping on the carpeted office floor in soft trickles, and by the time Elliot has finished going, even the bottom of his shirt is soaked.
Nobody says anything for a couple seconds. Elliot’s entire face is burning and then suddenly, without any warning, he bursts into tears.
Chaos in the room ensues. Elliot feels Oliver come closer to him and rub his back as he cries while the other officers are hustling around. “El, are you done?” He whispers, and Elliot nods shakily, his shoulders trembling as he sobs brokenly into his hands. Oliver quietly bends down to tie his jacket around his waist and takes his hand. He mouths a quick “sorry” to the officers, and prompts Elliot to step out of the huge puddle of urine. Despite the tears, Elliot complies, his sneakers splashing the warm puddle around, leaving wet footprints around the carpet.
“Shh, El, breathe deeply now,” Oliver whispers, keeping his hand on Elliot’s back and continuing to try and calm him down. Elliot has never felt this distraught before, so he clings to his older brother as he sobs and hiccups, gripping the back of Oliver’s shirt like a lifeline.
“I’m so sorry,” Oliver mumbles to Officer Ramirez and Officer Miller. “He, he has anxiety. Clinically. This doesn’t normally happen, actually — thank you for taking care of him so well, though.”
“No need to explain, young man,” Officer Ramirez smiles at him and hands him her card. “If ever you need anything, please know that you have friends right here in the station.”
It all becomes a blur after that. Elliot feels hands pick him up and he continues to cry pathetically into Oliver’s neck. The officers lead them out and promise they’ll sort everything out the next day and Oliver brings them to the car. He tucks his little brother in the backseat, trying his best to avoid any more complications, kisses his forehead, and drives them home.
//
“We’re home, El.”
Elliot opens his eyes and blearily looks around. Oliver unlocks his door and helps him stand, rubbing his back the whole time. He quietly unlocks the door to their house and ushers Elliot inside.
“I th-thought they liked me.”
Oliver feels his heart break as he hears his little brother speak coherently for the first time since he picked him up. “Elliot, kiddo…”
“They were using me,” he continues shakily, looking up. There are tears dripping down his nose. “When I got there, they said they wanted me to hook them up with drugs. They were talking about my anxiety meds. They—they kept pushing me. And it felt like—”
“El, you don’t have to continue—”
“—it felt like Dad,” Elliot’s voice breaks, and he buries his face in his hands. “It felt like Dad, and everything was too loud, and I think they put something in my drink and they were laughing at me and, and I couldn’t think straight,”
Oliver takes two giant steps forward and tugs his little brother close. Fuck Elliot’s soaked pants, all he cares about now is making sure his little brother feels safe again. He picks him up and sits down on the couch with him on his lap, rubbing his back. “It’s okay,” he soothes gently. “It’s okay, Elliot. Dad’s not here anymore. No one’s gonna hurt you.”
“I didn’t mean to call the police!” The young teenager sobs into his brother’s chest. “Everything was just too loud, and I couldn’t breathe anymore! You weren’t answering your phone, and, and my head was fuzzy, and my tummy was hurting, and they wouldn’t show me the bathroom but I had to pee so baaaad!” He wails and falls apart, his hands gripping Oliver’s shirt.
“I know,” Oliver whispers, closing his eyes and kissing his brother’s forehead. “I know, Elliot. I know. I’m so sorry I wasn’t answering your phone calls, kiddo."
“I thought you a-abandoned me,” he moans, clinging onto Oliver tightly as more tears drip down his cheek. “I was a-all alone.”
“I know, shh, I’m so sorry, kiddo,” Oliver sooths, cradling him in his arms. “I promise you we’ll never have to deal with anything like that again.”
“Promise?” Elliot sniffles, clutching Oliver’s shirt tightly.
“I promise, El. You’re safe.”
Elliot falls asleep in Oliver’s arms after ten minutes. Once his breathing is even and it seems like he has stopped crying, Oliver stands up, hoists him on his hip, and brings him to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm, soapy water. He gives his sleeping little brother a quick bath, making sure to wash his legs extra carefully.
Oliver gets Elliot dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie in record time, then tucks him in in his own bed. He sighs in relief when Elliot doesn’t wake up. This is something he knows how to do - he knows how to take care of his little brother like the back of his hand.
Exhaling harshly, he changes into fresh clothes as well, making sure to keep all the wet, dirty clothes in the laundry room to be washed tomorrow. His head hurts and he is so, so angry at himself for not being there when Elliot needed him most, but he pushes those thoughts away in favor of gently running his hand through Elliot’s hair.
A few minutes later, Elliot’s eyes flutter and he opens them halfway. “Ollie?” He mumbles, stirring around.
“Go back to sleep El,” Oliver whispers, kissing his hair.
“Don’ leave me,” he whispers, clinging to him tightly. Oliver smiles sadly and pulls him onto his lap, rubbing his back.
“I won’t leave you,” he promises, trying to soothe him completely. “Nothing’s going to hurt you, okay, El? Not while I’m around.”
Elliot looks confused for a bit, sort of like he doesn’t remember what happened that night, but he seems to accept that answer and falls asleep with his head against his big brother’s chest. Oliver looks down at him and sighs. How could anybody want to bully his little brother? Elliot was an amazing kid, and despite his anxiety, he was the kindest and most genuine person Oliver knew.
The more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets. He is no longer upset with himself, but now he is upset with everyone who let the situation worsen.
If anybody messes with his little brother again, there will be hell to pay.
The End (?)
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Aaaand there we go! Nearly 5,000 words of pure angst. I really enjoy reading your comments - please let me know what you think and what I can improve on. I listen to every piece of criticism.
Also, I know that I explained Elliot’s situation with his parents very briefly, and I am thinking of continuing the story by adding one more chapter that explains what happened to them. I’ll only do this if you guys are interested in reading more, though, so please let me know! :) I have a couple more ideas that I’m trying to finish so that I can contribute more male omorashi to this website. Haha!
Once again, thank you very much for reading. I hope you liked it. X |
Hello! So I freaking love the Fallout series. I’ve played every game, and beaten most of them several times. And though I love many characters, I don’t love any of them half as much as I love Curie.
So naturally, I loved imagining her wetting/soiling herself for one reason or another.
Minor Fallout 4 spoiler you need to know for this to make sense: Curie is a robot that you can “download” into a synthetic human body. At the start, she has no clue how to operate her new body, which opens up quite a few opportunities for omo. This story takes place just after she switches bodies. Also, Sole Survivor’s name is Jane.
But anyway, time for the story. Fair warning: messing and fear wetting.
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“Zis just feels so… strange,” Curie intoned in her exotic French accent. She was thoroughly inspecting her new arms. Jane chuckled a bit as she watched Curie repeatedly clench and unclench her fist.
“You get used to it,” Jane said, as comfortingly as she could.
“But you have had your whole life to get used to it, what if I never get used to it?” she said, worried. Jane hadn’t recalled her ever sounding so worried when she was still a robot. Now though, she occupied the body of a somewhat tall woman, with very short black hair and fair skin. She wore a pink and white checkered shirt, and simple blue jeans.
“I’m confident in you, Curie,” Jane said. Curie blushed. Jane wore her Vault 111 jumpsuit, augmented with leather armor on her arms, legs, and chest. A powerful rifle was holstered on her back. She was caucasian with very pale skin, and silvery-blonde hair that curled and twisted all over the place, down to her shoulders.
“Well, uh, thank you, I -oh!” Curie suddenly gasped, and put her hands over her crotch.
“What is it?” Jane asked, though she could guess.
“I forgot how to hold it for a moment, and I believe I urinated a little,” she said, without a hint of shame. She lifted her hands from her blue jeans, “how bad is it?”. Curie was still adjusting to her new body, so events like this were to be expected.
Jane looked, and could see a wet patch roughly two inches in diameter occupying the space between Curie’s legs, “Not too bad,”.
“I recall that you were always embarrassed when you had an accident. Should I feel embarrassed?” Curie asked, with legitimate curiosity.
“Well, yes,” Jane replied, blushing slightly.
“Well zen, may I please change?” Curie asked, though Jane suspected it was only because she thought she had to.
“Soon enough,” Jane brought up her Pip-Boy, and loaded the map. They were still in the dead center of the ruins of Boston. Not an ideal place to be. It was a long walk to the Taffington Boathouse, which Jane and the Minutemen had turned into a relatively nice safehouse, but they’d be safest there. The important part was getting out of Boston ASAP. She relayed all this to Curie.
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About half an hour passed, and they were nearly out of Boston. Curie was getting the hang of her body, her periodic stumbles and trips becoming rarer and rarer. Jane was on edge, though. Curie was unarmed and unarmored, for one because Jane had none to spare at the moment, and also because she wasn’t sure she trusted Curie to handle a firearm right now. Along with finer control of her legs, Curie had managed to keep control over her bladder.
“Madam?” Curie asked innocently.
“Yeah?”
“I believe I require ze restroom,” Jane looked at Curie as she said this, and Curie’s face was clearly puzzled and confused, uncertain of what to do in this situation. Both of her hands rested over her crotch, not quite holding, but not just there for show.
“Umm, can it wait? We really shouldn’t stop here for something like that; it’s too dangerous,”
“For a little while, I think,” Curie looked down, pondering something, “I could just go now. In my clothes,”.
“What? Why?” Jane asked, her confusion spelled out across her face.
“If we cannot stop here, then I would prefer to not be in a state of discomfort for so long. Though it is very unsanitary, I could clean up when we get-”
“No no, it’s… it’s fine. Just hold on. We’ll find somewhere. Don’t wet your pants,”
“It is more than just ‘wet’, Madam,”
Super.
“Well, don’t do that, either, Curie,”
“I will hold on,”
The two continued walking. They passed by a number of ruined storefronts, most of the buildings too damaged to enter. Jane was a fairly talented sniper, and was very skilled at avoiding enemies. Using her techniques, she’d managed to guide them around most of the major threats without ever being in danger.
Seems someone, somewhere lacked those skills, as multiple bursts of gunfire suddenly erupted from somewhere a few blocks away. Jane turned quickly towards the sound, before realizing it wasn’t aimed at them. Curie jumped and gasped at the sudden shock.
“Oh my… Is that what it feels like to be frightened?” Curie’s face was a mask of total anxiety and unease.
“Yup,”
“I do not like zis feeling” she said, shaking her head.
“No one does. Don’t worry, you’re safe,” Jane reached over and put a steadying hand on Curie’s slightly-shivering shoulder.
“Thank you, Madam, I- Oh no!” She said, looking down. Jane followed her gaze to see that the wet spot on Curie’s pants had expanded considerably. An apple-sized patch now rested on her crotch, just barely reaching down her thighs, as well. She must have lost some control when the gunfire went off, but not realized till just now.
“I do not like zis feeling, either,” Curie said, clearly looking to Jane for some sort of guidance.
Guidance Jane had no idea how to give. Sure, people peeing their pants wasn’t infrequent in the Commonwealth; and Jane, herself, was no stranger to it. But she was somewhat new to consoling someone else over it.
In the earlier days, just after she emerged from the Vault, Jane could hardly keep her pants dry and unsoiled. Every day she thought she’d seen the most horrifying thing the Commonwealth had to offer, out pops something scarier. She tried to remember how she felt when she’d ruined her trousers, maybe that would help her think of something to say.
“Don’t worry about it, Curie,” She opened her mouth to speak more, but before she could, another woman’s voice interrupted.
“Hey!!” Came a desperate and aggressive voice.
Curie and Jane both turned around as quick as possible. A dark-skinned woman with ratty hair and wild eyes was holding a pistol at the pair. She was wearing a basic white T-shirt with blue-jean overalls.
“Gimme all your caps! Now!!” Her voice shook a little.
Jane sized her up quickly as Curie took cover behind her. The woman was clearly desperate and not good at this sort of thing. The hands holding up her gun trembled, and Jane could see the thug’s legs shake ever so slightly.
Jane looked over the mugger’s pistol, and… yup.
Jane took a couple steps forward, “You’re kidding, right?”.
The mugger quickly adjusted her gun in an “I’ll do it” sort of way. “B-back up!” she stammered.
Jane continued walking forward until the gun’s barrel was touching her belly, “You won’t shoot me,” she said, matter-of-factly.
“Y-yes I will!”
“Not with the safety on, you won’t,” Jane said, smirking.
The mugger attempted to pull the trigger, but only heard an empty click. Jane quickly pushed the pistol to point at the ground as she drew her own revolver, and levelled it at the mugger’s head.
Tears formed in her eyes, and she began making terrified whimpers. Jane looked down with some satisfaction as a dark patch developed between the mugger’s legs, which then spread down her overalls. The glistening wetness spread all over the front of the woman’s pants, creating a heart-shaped dark patch on the fronts of her thighs. Thick columns of wetness completed their journey down her legs, and deposited in a massive puddle at the woman’s feet. As her bladder failed, her other end took the opportunity to void. A wet crackling sound occupied the sudden emergence of a horrible smell in the air as the woman totally loaded her overalls.
“Leave. Now. Do not look back,” Jane commanded. The mugger only nodded as quickly as she could before turning to sprint away. As she turned, Jane could plainly see the mess in the woman’s pants. The bulge was nearly twice the size of a baseball, and her pants were stained slightly brown at the bottom of the rather large bulge.
Curie walked up to Jane, “I suppose it really isn’t uncommon for human’s to lose control of such functions,”.
“With the right motivation, you can make anyone have to change their pants,” Jane said.
“I will keep zis in mind,” Curie said, enthusiastically. That couldn’t be good.
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The two had finally escaped the perilous clutches of the Boston ruins. The sun was still high in the sky, meaning they should definitely be able to make it to Taffington before nightfall. They were walking over an old stone bridge that was littered with discarded vehicles. Curie’s kind-of holding herself had evolved into full on grabbing-and-holding-to-keep-from-totally-pissing-in-her-pants.
“M-madam?” Curie said, slightly bent over.
“You need the restroom?”
“I… yes. Badly,” She winced a little, “I am not familiar enough with zis body to know if I can hold it any longer,”.
“We’re not too far from Taffington, are you sure you can’t hold it?” Jane asked.
“I… I-” Curie scrunched her face, and Jane looked down to see the wet patch grow significantly. Two large streaks began their descent down her thighs, but didn’t go too far. The wet spot nearly doubled in size, but it seemed Curie was back in control. “I do not believe I can last much longer...”.
Jane sighed deeply, “Okay, okay. It’s ‘safe’ here, so go ahead and go behind that car. I’ll keep watch.”. She drew her rifle, and turned her back to give Curie some privacy.
Curie stumbled forward, leaking a little more pee into her pants with each step, before reaching her destination. She moved to unbutton her pants, and finally succeeded. As she dropped her jeans, exposing her wet, white panties, the familiar sound of a bullet crashing against metal caused Jane to suddenly push Curie to the ground. Curie landed on her butt, with her back leaning against the car she’d been using for cover. Her pants were still down around her ankles, but she had not been able to pull her (slightly yellowed) panties down at all.
Jane emerged from their shared cover, and looked through her rifle’s scope. She spotted the Gunners advancing towards them, each laying down suppressive fire until they could close the gap. Jane fired one shot, but missed. As the Gunners returned fire, she ducked as a cacophony of small, metallic clangs consumed their hearing.
Jane glanced at Curie to check on her, and… yup.
Curie was sitting in a gradually expanding puddle as she peed hard into her panties. The yellow stain covered her crotch and the entire backside of her formerly white underwear. Between the clanging of bullets, Jane was sure she heard a faint hissing noise. A particularly ambitious bullet penetrated through their cover, and came dangerously close to hitting Curie. She yelped in alarm, and brought her knees to her chest, as she retreated into the fetal position. A low pbltpbltpblt sounded from Curie’s rear, and was followed by a loud, wet, crackling, squishing noise as the seat of her panties expanded forcefully. The messy bulge grew and grew, immediately dwarfing the size of the mugger’s load, earlier. The slightly-yellow-but-mostly-white fabric of the panties turned completely brown as she produced a veritable avalanche in her underpants.
Poor thing, Jane thought, I’m gonna make them pay for scaring Curie like this. With inspiration drawn from seeing her friend in such distress, Jane stood once more, and shouldered her rifle. Her crosshair lingered over one of the Gunner’s faces. She pulled the trigger, and suddenly there was no face left to linger on. She panned over to the next, and gave him the same procedure. She turned to the final gunner, a woman. The legs of her military fatigues had spreading, wet streaks flowing down them as she saw her companions fall. She turned to run, dropping her gun. She vanished behind some trees before Jane was able to take her down.
Jane put a hund on Curie’s shuddering shoulder, “Curie. Curie!” she said, shaking her. Curie slowly looked up, realizing it was over. Jane knelt down next to her, keeping one hand on her friend’s shoulder for comfort, “It’s okay, Curie. You’re fine, you’re safe. Let’s get you home,”.
As Jane offered her hand to help Curie up, Curie looked down, and noticed the rather dismal state of her underwear, “Oh… I no longer require the restroom, Madam,” she said, forlornly. She accepted Jane’s hand and stood, “Should I try and clean my underwear first?” she asked, feeling the front and back of her panties.
“No. Gunners like to travel in large groups, and one of them lived. We need to leave, now. Just… just pull your pants up over the accident, it’s fine,”.
Curie complied, and pulled up her pants, wincing as the somewhat tight pants squished her mess up against her. At least the relatively small wet spots on her jeans hid the true extent of her accident. The same could not be said of the rather conspicuous bulge, which was plainly visible in the seat of her pants.
Curie was still a little shaky, but she and Jane fled quickly from the area.
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At long last, they were closing in on Taffington Boathouse. It was maybe another forty-five minutes, maybe an hour away. Jane looked back, and noticed Curie seemed miserable. Not that she could blame her. It very much reminded her of her first outing into the Wasteland- lots of terror, peeing, pooping, and crying.
“You okay?” She asked, though the answer was evident in Curie’s sickened stare.
“I… I do not dislike my new body...”
“But...” Jane interjected.
“I do dislike some of the emotions that come with it. How do you deal with being so afraid?”
“It comes with experience. You’ve seen me have accidents tons of times,”
“But I never saw you curl into the fetal position,” Curie said, a hint of shame in her voice.
“Look...” Jane began, trying to think of what to say, “A lot of our emotions are terrible. Fear, anxiety, shame… but it’s worth having those if it means that we can still feel the good ones, right?” she said, throwing her arm over Curie’s shoulder. That was honestly the best she could come up with.
Curie looked over to her and smiled, “Yes… I suppose it is,”. She sadly patted the bulge that presided over her butt, “I think I am beginning to feel embarassed and shameful over zis. Was your first time so bad?” she asked, curiously.
Jane sighed, but decided it may bring her friend some comfort. She began the tale.
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Jane had just emerged from Vault 111. She found her old robot, Codsworth, who advised her to venture into Concord and seek help from the people there. As she stood on the outskirts of the town, the sounds of a full-on firefight were evident. Jane was tempted to run as fast as she could from the ruined little town, but she knew it may be her only chance to find someone who could help her find her missing son. She swallowed, and steeled herself, and pressed further into the town.
As she walked, the firefight worsened, and she could hear people screaming. During the battle, something exploded. It was loud, and it shook the earth. Jane could only whimper and shiver. Then she noticed a warmth travelling down her right thigh. She’d been so nervous that she had peed quite a bit. A circular stain rested on her crotch, and a little had gone down her left thigh, but a long, thick streak traced all the way down to her right knee. Despite wanting to completely wet herself and begin throwing up out of fear, she pressed on.
She encountered a number of raiders attacking a lone Minuteman defender, and decided to help the Minuteman. As she fought, with every bullet that landed near her, with every time a raider noticed her, she leaked a little more. By the time she’d actually fought her way inside the museum the Minutemen were holed up in, the front, back, and inside of her pants were thoroughly soaked. The Minutemen didn’t seem to judge her too harshly for it, thankfully.
Their plan was to use an old suit of power armor in the building to finish off the raiders. Easy. As she got in and began to tear through the opposition with a minigun she tore off of a downed helicopter, she heard a strange roar from below the ground. Midway through the intense battle, part of the street exploded open as a massive, reptilian monster known as a deathclaw had decided to go hunting. It turned the remaining raiders into soggy ribbons, then darted towards Jane.
It picked her up, and began banging its enormous claws against her armor, trying to get at the squishy human inside. Jane screamed the entire time. She recalled reading once that T-51b armor, and later models, came equipped with facilities to handle waste. She could vouch that earlier models, like her T-45d armor, did not. As the deathclaw attempted to pry her armor open, she abandoned any thoughts of maintaining bowel control, and forcefully soiled herself.
Eventually, she wriggled out of its grasp and retrieved her minigun, then blew the beast away. When she returned to the Minutemen, she was grateful that her armor hid the fact that she’d had another accident. By the time she’d returned home, and could take the armor off, her mess had been smeared all across her backside and thighs, browning her jumpsuit’s leggings.
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“So… even though you were so afraid that you had an accident even before the fighting started, how did you stay brave enough to keep going?” Curie asked, fascinated.
“I… I had to. For my son. That’s why I’m so ‘brave’ around you, Curie. I want to keep you safe, and I won’t do that by being afraid of everything,”.
Curie blushed and smiled.
“Do you think I didn’t want to piss myself when they started shooting? Hell, I think I actually did leak a little...” Jane said, slightly embarassed.
“I don’t believe you,” Curie said.
“Seriously. I have to go, too, you know. Almost lost it during that fight,”
“I think I’d feel better if you’d have had an accident, too,” Curie mused.
Jane sighed, again. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this, but considering everything, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to make all the way to Taffington, either. She gave a quiet “Hmmph,” and began pushing.
Curie looked at her curiously, then her eyes fell to Jane’s legs. “M-madam!” she exclaimed.
Jane felt warmth totally envelope her crotch. It spread quickly as she peed full-force into her clothing. She exhaled as she felt warm rivers flow down both of her legs. The wetness curled around her legs, just barely spreading across the bottom of her butt. The hot liquid flowed messily out of the cuffs of her pants, splattering noisily on the ground.
Her visible relief faded as the next phase of this little operation began. She grunted softly, and felt her butt cheeks part. A firm log made its way into her jumpsuit’s seat. It tented out significantly, before finally folding in and smooshing up between her pink panties and butt cheeks.
She exhaled again, and tugged at jumpsuit a bit, feeling the mess settling in the back of her pants. Her wet legs were cooling in the breeze. Curie’s face was full of satisfaction.
“Thank you, Madam,” she said, gratefully.
“Don’t… don’t mention it,” Jane said, and she meant tit.
“It looks like you were right,” Curie began.
“About what?”
“With the right motivation, you can make anyone have to change their pants,” Curie said, quoting Jane. So this is what she meant.
It was going to be fun explaining this to the crew at Taffington...
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So, only a short 18 days later, here's more of our Fallout girls. This isn't all I planned to write for this, but due to how long I'm taking with it, I figured I'd cut the next update into 2 parts, so here's the first. For fans of my Warcraft series, I've also been working on the next part of that.
Jane and Curie were approaching Taffington Boathouse, at long last. Jane was not looking forward to facing her comrades with a load in her pants, but it couldn’t be helped. It’s not like they haven’t done the same in their underwear before. If she remembered correctly, it should just be Cait and maybe Piper there, and possibly some Minutemen, but they may have moved on.
As she remembered who it was she was meeting at Taffington, she felt some of her embarrassment fade. If anyone was going to understand her wet and messy plight, it would be those two. Cait frequently had accidents whenever she got drunk, and Piper wet herself in nearly half the fights she got into.
Jane tugged at her jumpsuit’s waistline a bit, hiking her messy panties up. She didn’t appreciate the feeling of the mess being pushed up against her butt, but she’d rather it didn’t try to escape her underwear. Her urine-soaked legs were frigid in the cold, evening air. Jane glanced over at Curie to see how she was holding up. Curie’s mess was considerably larger, and she had to walk with her legs spread a little. The seat of her pants had gradually turned brown as the pair travelled. Though it was largely smushed flat now, there was still a rather obvious, rather large bulge on her rear.
As they followed the road to the boathouse, Jane could see Cait waving at them from the little barricade they’d built on the road. She prepared for some teasing, and waved back.
“What happened to you two?” Cait asked, giggling a little as she very plainly looked at Jane’s soaked pants. She then turned and really took in the other traveller, “And, is that...”
“Cait, meet Curie’s new body,” Jane said proudly. Curie gave a polite wave.
“Oh, wow. Lucky you,” Cait said, running her eyes over Curie’s body.
“Oh, um, thank you, Cait,” Curie said, blushing.
“Well, let’s get you two inside. And into some clean pants for God’s sake,” Cait said as she sniffed the air, clearly catching the scent of their accidents. Both Jane and Curie shuffled in embarrassment, and Jane could feel the poop in her pants shift with the movement. Getting changed sounded nice.
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Night had fallen, and with it, Curie and Jane took some much needed rest. Taffington’s beds were, and there’s no sugarcoating it, fucked. In light of this, they were forced to bring whatever sleeping arrangements they were willing to haul over here. Jane had taken an old, ratty sleeping bag while Curie had taken a blanketless mattress. Cait still had watch duty for a couple more hours.
Strangely, Piper wasn’t there. Jane learned that Piper went scouting for a little food hours ago, and hadn’t returned. Piper was resourceful, though, and the group was confident that she would return later.
Despite the very welcome sleep, Jane’s slumber was anything but restful. She dreamt of the first time she’d been unfortunate enough to encounter a radscorpion. After three grenades, over a hundred bullets, and lots of panicked screaming, she managed to kill it. Only after it was dead did she notice the sudden mass in her panties, and the warmth spreading down her thighs. Jane tossed and turned, her dream rekindling how afraid she was. She bolted upright suddenly, her dream having shocked her awake. She gasped sharply, then glanced around to realize she was safe. After a short few seconds that felt much longer, Jane noticed how warm her crotch was.
“No no no no no,” she began muttering in a tense whisper. She climbed out of the sleeping bag and inspected herself. She had only worn a set of orange underwear to bed, and the crotch of her panties was now heavily dampened. She checked her sleeping bag for stains, but could only find a couple tiny wet spots. As if confirming that her accident wasn’t too bad, she became aware of just how much she still needed to pee. Taffington’s toilet situation was about on par with the bed situation, so she began to make way a secluded spot outside that had become an impromptu bathroom.
As she passed by Curie, Jane decided to check on her. It was her first time actually being asleep, considering she’d been a permanently-awake robot before. Curie had chosen some more conservative sleepwear than Jane, wearing a clean, gray, button-up shirt with some soft, blue pyjama pants. She was asleep on her left side, with her legs stacked on top of one another.
As Jane prepared to continue towards the “bathroom”, she heard Curie give a relaxed breath. Then she heard a subtle hissing. Sure enough, wetness was blossoming between Curie’s legs, flowing over her left thigh. Several small beads of urine traced small paths down her leg, and onto the mattress below her. A large circle of darkened fabric began forming on the mattress around her. The front and back, inner and outer sides of Curie’s left leg were drenched in her own pee. Steam was clearly visible rising from her now very wet legs.
Predictably, she was not done, and started straining and grunting a little. As she began exhaling strongly, a bulge had appeared on the seat of her pyjamas with a wet crackle. At first, the bulge was small, and hard to see. As Curie gave a quiet “Hmmp!” the bulge tripled in size. For a moment, it looked as though she had a large orange in her pants, but then gravity hit the mess, and it began sliding down until the bulge rested over her left butt cheek. Then, contented, Curie rolled over in her sleep, crushing her mess and spreading all across her butt with a squish.
Jane sighed. Of course this is how Curie’s first-ever sleep would go. She’d help her clean up later. For now, Jane still had to pee pretty badly, herself. She headed downstairs, and out the backdoor. She settled on a patch of dirt next to the house’s wall. She lowered her panties, and crouched with her back against the wall. She breathed deeply, and enjoyed the sweet relief as her urine came out with a quiet pssssssssssh. As she finished, she stood, and yanked her panties back up. She turned to head back in.
“Midnight piss, huh?” Came Cait’s voice, shattering the silence.
Jane yelped and stumbled backwards, looking behind her to see Cait.
“God, Cait!! Don’t startle me like that!”
“Startle you? I’m just doing my patrols, and suddenly hear someone shuffling about when everyone’s supposed to be asleep. What if you’d been a raider, huh?” Cait smirked.
After a moment of silence, Jane realized she was still in her underwear, and nervously tried to cover herself up, “Look, whatever, no harm done. I’m going back to-”
“Wait wait, shhh,” Cait said, putting a finger over Jane’s mouth.
“What? What’s-”
“Shhhhhhh!”
After the two were quiet, Jane heard what Cait was hearing- footsteps. Someone was inside Taffington. They both looked through some cracks in the old wall, and could see a figure walking around inside. It was too dark to tell exactly who/what it was, but Jane could atleast tell it wasn’t Curie.
“Don’t worry- I’ll take care o’this,” Cait said, moving inside. Jane followed behind her, watching as Cait quietly crouch-walked towards the intruder. Once they were closer, Jane could tell that this stranger was definitely not someone who was supposed to be here; as in: they weren’t Piper or Curie. Once Cait was only a couple of feet away, she pounced like a hungry tiger, and pinned the intruder to the ground. Cait’s grunt of exertion was coupled by a woman’s yell of surprise. Jane turned on her Pip-Boy’s light to get a better view.
They were a decently-dressed woman, definitely not a raider or a Gunner. She wore a thick, blue jacket with a lot of pockets, and green cargo pants. Her black hair was tied in a tight ponytail. She was caucasian, but her skin was tanned pretty heavily.
Jane felt a little useless just being a flashlight, considering Cait was doing all the work, having just put the woman into a headlock. The woman began gasping for breath and trying to pry away Cait’s surprisingly strong arm, but neither approach was successful. She began wriggling and writhing, attempting to escape, but she was definitely not strong enough to get away from Cait.
As the woman began to lose consciousness, Cait glanced up towards Jane, “Bet ya this one shits herself when she goes out,”.
“50 caps. You’re on,” Jane said. After Cait had knocked her out, they could decide what to do with her. It may be a little dark, but you might as well make the job fun.
The stranger’s fear and lack-of-oxygen began to take their toll. Jane and Cait both became privy to a loud hissing noise. Jane circled around, and could see a growing puddle of urine forming around the prone woman’s thrashing legs. The front of her pants would be soaked. But she hadn’t pooped herself yet, Jane noted with some satisfaction. Her thrashing finally subsided, and Cait set her down, the woman was very unconscious.
“50 caps. Pay up,” Jane said, holding out her hand.
“Fuck me, they always shit themselves when I do that,” Cait muttered as she began to dig out some caps, “Of course the one time there’s money on the line...”
Jane accepted the caps, even though she currently had nowhere to put them, considering she was still just in her underwear. As Jane struggled with this conundrum, Cait began searching the woman, but came up nearly empty. The stranger was armed with only a rusty knife, and had only a small canteen for water.
“So what should we do with her?” Cait asked, nonchalantly flipping the woman’s knife between her fingers.
“Tie her up, I suppose. We can work something out later,”.
“Yeah, I’ll go fetch the rope-” just as Cait finished the sentence, both women heard a loud pffffft. They looked to each other, then to the stranger. Another, wetter pbbbbllllltttt-skreltch sounded from her behind, and a small, wet load worked its way into her pants. Either her body was holding back, or she just didn’t eat enough, because her mess was considerably smaller than Jane and Curie’s. But still, it was fairly obvious she had just lost control of her bowels.
Cait jumped up excitedly, “Ha ha! Gimme back those caps!” she laughed.
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Jane had set the woman down onto a wooden chair with a very slight squishing noise as her mess was crushed under her. Jane was right earlier, the front of the woman’s pants were absolutely drenched. Cait returned with some rope, and they secured her to the chair.
After several more minutes, the woman finally woke up.
“Goh-huh? Wha? Where?” she began looking around in total confusion. Her eyes opened wide, and she moved her legs, feeling the wet fabric slide against her skin, and her stickier, messier expulsion sloshing around below her, “Eeugh!” she groaned in disgust.
“Who are you?” Jane asked. During the interim, she had finally managed to throw some clothes on. Her panties were still damp, but she’d have to deal with it for now. Jane had thrown on some of her road leathers, which made her look like some sort-of post-apocalypse biker gang member. Black leather pants covered her legs, and a matching black leather vest covered a basic red shirt.
“There was only supposed to be one person here! That woman said-”
“What woman?”
“P-, uh, uuuuh, P-something!” she said frantically.
“Piper?”
“Y-yeah! Her!”
“And where is Ms. Piper, now?”
“I… I can’t tell you,” the woman answered, trying to look fierce. Doesn’t work too well when your interrogators know you’ve shat yourself.
“Ya know,” Cait began, brandishing a baseball bat that had nails jutting out at odd angles, “we can do a whole lot worse than make ya crap yer pants,”.
The woman’s eyes widened in fear. Jane could see a new wet patch form at her crotch, this time flowing down towards her butt. She’d already emptied most of her bladder, though, so the new wetness didn’t reach too far.
“W-w-w-we captured her! We’re holding her in our camp, to the northeast!” She answered quickly.
“And why’d you go and do something stupid like that?” Jane asked, leaning in close.
“We… we needed the supplies really badly. Piper said her camp only had one person who’d probably be asleep,”
“And you fuckin’ bought that?” Cait asked, chuckling a bit, “You deserved that ass-whoopin’,”.
After some more questioning, Jane was finally able to pin down the woman’s camp on the Pip-Boy’s map. Not very far. Maybe a day’s travel. The two left the room for a moment.
“So, how we gonna do this?” Cait asked.
“I’m not sure. Hostage exchange?” Jane took a somewhat proud stance, “Honestly, I could just sneak over and kill them from half a mile away. Rescue Piper, bring her back in time for dinner,”.
“That could work,” Cait said, nodding.
“I’ll try and do this with Curie, do you think you could keep watch over our guest?”
“What, why?!” Cait angrily stated, “Why do I have to play babysitter?”
“Do you trust Curie to properly keep watch over a hostage?” Jane said, putting a hand on her hip.
Cait thought for a moment, “Ugh, I guess you’re right,” Cait looked down, still pissed, “Fine, I’ll watch her. What’re you gonna do?”.
“Try and just sneak Piper out, if I can. Bribe them if that fails, kill ‘em if that does, too,”.
“Sounds good,”
“Now I’ve gotta wake up Curie, though...” Jane said, unhappily.
“Why’d you say it like that?”
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Jane was thinking she maybe should have woken Curie up earlier, because now the room reeked with her accident. Breathing through her mouth, she worked her way to the side of Curie’s bed, and began shaking her shoulder.
“Curie. Curie, get up!”
Curie’s eyes fluttered open, looking up at Jane. She smiled, then took a breath. Her smile quickly faded, and she covered her nose, “What is that smell?”.
“That’d be you. You messed yourself in your sleep,”.
“Oh no...” Curie said slowly as she took note of her large accident.
“Don’t worry about it, but do get up and changed quick. We gotta go somewhere,”.
Minutes later, Curie had cleaned up, and Jane told her the plan: Scope the place out, try and sneak Piper out, maybe try and buy her back, or just shoot the place up if all else fails. Curie wasn’t completely fond of the violent option, but if that’s what it came down to…
Curie looked at Jane curiously when she produced a pistol and handed to her. “Now Curie,” she began, “I know you’re new to having fingers, but can I trust you to handle this weapon?”
“You may trust me, Madam!” Curie beamed.
“Then let’s get going,”.
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Jane still wore her leather outfit, which offered some protection, and Curie had settled on her original outfit from the day before, albeit with the jeans cleaned. It was early morning when they departed. Early early. They’d been walking for about thirty minutes, and the sun had only just barely begun to cast light over the horizon.
Fallen leaves and dead grass crunched underfoot as they trudged on towards the marker on Jane’s Pip-Boy. She kept a close watch on their surroundings. Her first outing with Curie had resulted in them getting pinned down and hit with a hailstorm of bullets because Jane hadn’t been careful enough. She was not eager to repeat the event.
But even in her state of heightened cautiousness, she had to admit that the area was just dead right now. Not so much as a bird was stirring. The pair reached a river that cut across the land, and began walking along its edge, keeping an eye out for a bridge. The sound of the water brought Jane’s bladder to her attention. She kind of had to pee. Her need wasn’t too bad, so she was sure she could hold it for a good while.
The two crossed a barely-standing bridge, and Jane led Curie to the top of a hill. Jane drew her sniper rifle, and began observing the region around them. The sun had fully risen now, and an early morning light illuminated her sight.
“Ah, crap,” Jane muttered.
“What is wrong, Madam?”
“There’s ghouls up ahead, in that old building,” Jane pointed towards a heavily damaged but still standing shack. Even from such a distance, Curie could see the bumbling shapes and figures of ghouls, silhouetted against the morning light. Of course, the building was right in the way they needed to go. “We can go around, or” Jane began, using the kind of “or” that meant she was going to do whatever followed it, “I can snipe them down and save us some time,”.
“Are you sure zat is safe, Madam?”
“If it were people, maybe not, but ghouls can’t use guns, so I can take them down long before they get here,”.
She slowed and steadied her breathing. She took aim. She fired. The ghoul’s head exploded in a visceral shower of blood and gore. The other ghouls turned in alarm, but could not see Jane in the distance. She fired again, and another head exploded. The ghouls began stumbling as quickly and angrily as they could. Firing twice more, two more ghouls died. The last remaining one turned towards the sniper, but it noticed her far too late. She took him down, then stood proudly.
“Your skill with zat weapon is impressive, Madam,” Curie sounded genuinely impressed.
“I do try,” Jane responded.
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Meanwhile, back at the boathouse:
“Come on! Please untie me so I can pee...” the woman who had broken into their house begged.
“No! I let you get up to change yer pants, and you tried to run,” Cait replied, pointing to the stranger’s clean new pants, “Besides, ya just pissed yerself an hour ago. How can you possibly need to go again?”.
“I- I dunno! But I do!” the intruder was rubbing her legs together as much as her bindings would allow. Cait pitied her, and allowed her to change into some clean clothes, during which time she tried to escape. Cait caught her, and tied her to the chair again.
“Well, tough shite. Now be good, and shut up,”
The stranger glared, and continued rubbing her legs together. Cait double-checked the locks on the doors, then went out for a short while, running a quick perimeter search of the area. A strange, engine-like noise was coming from the front yard, and that probably wasn’t good. She lifted up her double-barrelled shotgun and went to investigate.
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Jane and Curie were entering an old house. Since it was right in the way, they figured they could search it for supplies. Jane came up empty-handed, and Curie could only find some 200-year-old bubblegum. Jane walked back to the door of the house, only to see a human shape in the distance hoisting up something big. A quick muzzle flash illuminated him, and suddenly Jane could see a rocket flying right towards the house.
Her mouth opened wide in terror, and she turned as quickly as she could to warn Curie. She started screaming, “Curie! Curie!! Get on the ground NOW!!”.
Curie fell to the ground, and instinctively covered up the back of her head. Jane began to go down, but then the world behind her exploded in a fiery blaze. Her vision blurred, and her back was embedded with splinters. And she suddenly found herself behind an old couch. Looking around, she could see that the front wall of the house had been blown to smithereens, and a group of three raiders was approaching. She scanned the ground, and found Curie lying on her stomach.
And also in a puddle of urine. Jane could plainly see an expanding puddle surrounding Curie’s pelvic region, growing and spreading across the flat, wooden floor. At the same time, Jane spotted a large bulge in the seat of Curie’s pants, growing pretty steadily. Jane’s ears were pretty fucked from the blast, but if they weren’t she was sure she would be able to hear Curie’s accident.
Seeing Curie’s accident reminded her of her own growing needs. Remembering her own growing needs caused her to realize the few trails of pee running down her legs. She had leaked a little, and some of her urine escaped her panties and trailed down both of her legs. Her leather pants did little to absorb the release, so the little bit that she did release flowed out the cuff of her pants easily.
Finding her sniper rifle on the ground, she began trying to fight back.
...Which would be pretty easy, turns out. The raider with the rocket launcher was in the process of reloading, and was holding the rocket in his hands at the moment. Jane held her breath, aimed for the rocket, and fired. Ka-boom. All three raiders went up in a fiery explosion. Jane slowly, hesitantly lowered her rifle, still expecting more fighting. She turned her attention to Curie, who was very cautiously raising her head to see if the coast was clear.
Jane helped her up, and Curie looked at her again ruined jeans in remorse, “I am worried zat I will never grow accustomed to zis,”.
Jane patted Curie on the shoulder, feeling her own wet underpants against her skin, “You’re no worse at this than I was, Curie. You’ll get better,”.
That brought out Curie’s smile, and the two turned to leave the house before the noise drew anyone else, Curie waddling to keep up, the mess taking up a considerable amount of space between her legs.
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Beep. Beep. Beep - Beep. Beep. Beep - Beep. Beep. Beep.
The vehicle’s alarm system sounded urgently, alerting Nick’s manager back in his comfy, air-conditioned office.
The bus sputtered and shuddered. It threatened to stall. And yet, there was nothing Nick could do other than squeeze himself onto his seat. He was holding on with all his might, trying his very best not to urinate in his pants. Somehow, he had to control himself and carry the contents through the evening. The pressure with which the gallons of piss rammed into his bladder and penis was inexplicable. He knew that he would pee any moment. He could feel his lower abdomen straining with the size of his bladder. Despite the huge effort, droplets of urine found its way out into his briefs. He was now trembling from head to toe as he rocked back and forth on his seat in an attempt to suppress the urge.
Beep-Beep-Beep. The alarm sounded as more drops soaked through to his pants.
He wanted to let go. The pressure was unbearable. He feared that he would explode from the amounts of piss in his bladder. He leaned forward and rubbed his hands over the latching device that sealed his cock in place. He longed to remove the device and stroke his aching cock. But...Behind him, passengers sat on and watched his predicament in awe. This scene was not new to them. Every other day, they got to see a driver lose control and piss his pants like a child. With the kind of liquids they had to consume and the number of bathroom breaks they could take, it was no surprise at all. Heck. Anyone would lose control of his bladder if he had to hold all night and day.“Hold on…” whispered the woman as she ran her hand over the latching device.
Nick looked up at the woman with desperate tears glistening in his eyes.
“Only for a little while,” she assured him. “Think of all the fun we could have once you’re done with this.”
That sounded like a plan. But Nick couldn’t care less. All what he wanted now was to pee. He didn’t care where. He was in such a predicament that he wouldn’t mind unzipping his pants and urinating right there in front of everyone. He didn’t care what people said or thought. He needed relief. Like right now. Urgently!
“I know that all what you want now is to unzip your pants, pull out your cock and pour out that flood from your bladder, but you know that you can’t do that. You’re going to get fined and punished. And humiliated.” The woman’s eyes twinkled wickedly.
“I….w….t….p….” Nick’s words came out in a hoarse, tortured whisper.
“What was that again?”
“I… want to… pee….” he managed to repeat through the sweat on his brow.
The woman glanced over her shoulder at the passengers. And then, she closed the drapes that separated the driver’s section from the passengers.
Nick looked up at her. What was she up to?
To answer him, she got down on her knees, her face barely inches away from his crotch.
“The company had been considering complaints and suggestions from its employees, especially the drivers. All of you had demanded for a cut in the working hours. But you know that it’s not possible. So they have come up with a different solution. A Relief Officer.”
“A what?” Nick breathed.
“A Relief Officer,” she repeated. “I am one.”
“Really?” he mumbled, not sure where this was all going. He only hoped that the job of a Relief Officer was to take over the wheel while he, the driver, bounded off for some “me-time”.
“Uh-huh. My job is to give you relief during your hours of utmost desperation. Like this.”
Saying that, she pulled out a card and unlocked the latching device. The monstrosity let go off his crotch with a POOF.
“Oof…” he blew out in relief as his bladder and cock got more room to expand and accommodate the piss.
“Feeling better?” she asked.
“Not really,” he replied. “I still need to use the bathroom. Like really bad. Haven’t been all night and day. In fact, I’ve been wanting to go all night.”
“By the way, a Relief Officer works only during official working hours,” she said with a smirk. “After hours calls for a little special something from your end.”
“Uh huh,” he mumbled again. What was she up to? He still didn’t get it.
And to answer his question, she reached out and stroked the bulge in his pants with her long, pointed finger. A cold shudder shot through his bladder and his entire being. His penis visibly retracted leaving the bulge a little empty from the outside.
“Oh my… you are really very desperate,” she chimed excitedly.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his words breaking off in between.
“Giving you relief? That’s my job.”
“Relief how?” He had to know how. Because he wasn’t getting any relief so far!
“Be patient sweetheart,” she said and stroked his bulge up and down. Over and under.
He clenched his thighs together and leaned forward at the sudden heightened need to urinate. “Don’t do that, please,” he begged.
She chuckled and continued to stroke him relentlessly. “And why not?”
“Because you’re not giving me any relief.”
“No?”
“No…”
“Then what am I giving you?”
“A desperate need to pee….”
With that, her gentle, feathery strokes turned to firm slip and slide over the tightness in his crotch. “How about now?”
There was no need for him to answer. HIs body told her everything she needed to know. He had gone rigid from the intense sensations that her touch was shooting through his urinary organ.
“Do you still feel the need to pee?” she enquired.
“Yes…” he replied after a moment of panting.
“Hmm? And what else?”
Silence. Broken by heavy breathing.
“Come on,” she teased him as he arched his back.
Nick leaned back onto his seat and lifted his bottom off the seat as she continued to stroke his penis more firmly. Yeah. He still wanted to pee. But more than that, her hands were doing something even more magical.
“Tell me… what is it?” she prodded as he leaned forward once again. Her fingers continued to slide up and under, not even giving a single second to recover.
Nick pursed his lips, his face contorted in pain and pleasure. “Faster…” he said through tortured breaths.
ZZZZIP.
She unzipped his pants and pulled out a cold, moist erection. It throbbed rhythmically with the urgent need to empty out its contents into the loo. Urine and cum.
Nick almost jumped from his seat as she rolled her tongue over his shaft, running from the base to the pink head. He hissed as his penis burnt with need. “No stop…” he begged and tried to pull her back. “This is not helping… I think I’ll just go pee somewhere.”
“You don't have the permission,” she stated and pushed off his hands. She now took his throbbing male organ into her mouth, a little hardness at a time, till she managed to accommodate its entire length to her throat.
“Ahhh…. Ohh…. Offf….” Nick hissed and moaned. It kept getting better and better. He knew that he would cum and piss any minute now. But before that could happen, she withdrew and straightened up.
“No… don’t… continue… please…” he urged.
“No. Not now. Climax scene in the evening. Right now, I’ve given you relief. Now get to work…”
Nick still didn’t get to take that much needed piss. Will he be granted a break in between? Or is she going to make him hold it? Or will he lose it? |
They end up crammed in close in something that- whatever it was before- is now obviously used as a smuggling compartment. Carmen is shoved in first, and Mar follows a bit more carefully. Carmen only just manages to fold herself into a sitting position before Marigold lands in her lap. Then the first latch closes, taking with it the light. Carmen can hear the sound of tiling being put back in, then the closing of the second hatch and only after that footsteps fading away.
They sit in silence, the tense situation killing any conversation before it can begin. Besides, any noise they make might very increase the chances of them being discovered. So Carmen just focuses on the proximity of the woman sitting in her lap. They’ve become closer these past few weeks, but they’ve never really been physically close, not like this. The scent of the strawberry blonde soon fills every corner of the small dark space, tinged with fear as it is. (Not strange considering they are in complete darkness with who knows what going on above them)
Carmen can feel the soft fabric of her many layers settle against her skin, and the steady expanding and decreasing of her chest with each breath is very relaxing. Carmen can easily imagine spending time like this, and as the minutes crawl by she settles in patiently for what might very well be a long wait. Mar, on the other hand, seems to feel differently. She sits still enough at first, but when the initial shock of being stashed away has passed, she shuffles around seemingly in search of a comfortable position. Carmen doesn’t blame her, her lap can’t be particularly comfortable after all. But after the sixth time the sorcerer shifts around in her lap, she’s starting to get a little annoyed herself.
She brings up a hand to ever-so-lightly rest on her leg, pressing down for a moment in a silent bid for her to choose a position and stick with it. It works, as in that she stills, muscles tensing up underneath her hand. Carmen wonders for a brief terrifying moment if she’s gone a step too far, if she’s assumed a familiarity between them that really isn’t there at all.
“Sorry,” Mar whispers, tension clear in her voice as well as the line of her body. “I just… I kind of have to, you know, ‘go’.” The hesitation in her voice is so familiar by now that Carmen finds it easy to imagine the blush that has to be rising on her face. the mental image is so amusing that it takes a small moment for her words to fully register.
Ah. Wasn’t that something? A bit of a turn-about if you thought about it. It would be funny, she supposes, if it wasn’t such a possibly dire situation.
“You what?” she whispers back, keeping her voice low as well. “We were just in the woods, there was a stream even. You were there when I-”
“Yeah, yeah, no need to rub it in,” Carmen might be imagining it, but did she sound a little strained already? She certainly was fidgeting again, thighs clenching tightly before rubbing against each other fitfully. Now that she had verbalised the problem, Mar seemed to have lost a barrier to betraying the need of her body.
Carmen might not be able to see her, but the way they were pressed together she could feel every movement of her body. Neither of them said anything for a while. What was there to say? They both knew they could be in here for twenty more minutes or three more hours or even the rest of the day. The way Carmen saw it, it was very unlikely indeed that Mar would be able to get out of this hole before she… before she…
Carmen feels her mind skittering past the subject even as her body becomes increasingly aware of the slights shifts of the woman’s body in her lap. Her legs are tense and she seems to try to keep still, but then her muscles jump as she clenches her thighs together and shifts in a way that sends little jolts of heat to the base of Carmen’s brain.
Marigold is squirming in her lap and all she can think of is how she wants to hold her down by her hips and pull her in even closer. She must be feeling pretty desperate to be squirming this much. Gods know Carmen has been there. If she was by herself, she would probably be pressing her hands into her crotch, pressing into her heated core in an attempt to relieve the aching pressure in her groin. Carmen felt her hands jerk a couple of times so far, but she seems to be holding back. because Carmen is there? Can she possible be as aware of Carmen as she is of her?
Carmen knows she would be aching for some pressure against her cunt if she was in Mar’s position. Hands were good, but what she might really ache for, would be to slip her thighs around one of Carmen’s so she could press down hard and grind her entire pussy against the hard line of her thigh. Carmen would let her (would let her do anything really) would press back and would help and would make things better, and perhaps Mar would eventually press her knees in between her thighs as well and they could-
She is pulled from her thoughts when Mar suddenly tenses all over, before finally jutting her hands between her legs. There is a hint of urine in the air and Carmen is suddenly aware that she is shamefully, terribly aroused. Almost without her own input, her thighs press together and she can feel the aching in the core between her legs.
Then a sob breaks in the air. Mar is still squirming in her lap, but her shoulders are tense and shaking quietly as another small, broken sound tears from her throat. Carmen is momentarily speechless, guilt flooding her mind. Had the woman in her lap somehow guessed what she was thinking? Was she now disgusted by her? Was she causing her only friend pain?
“Carmen, I’m so, so sorry,” the blonde says in a broken whisper. “I don’t think I can… Ah~ I think I’m gonna…” she chokes up again at those words and Carmen feels almost frantic in her need to reassure her.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she says softly, carefully bringing her hand up so she can rub gently at her side. “You can’t help it.”
“That doesn’t matter, you’re gonna think I’m disgusting and then we’re going to be here for gods know how long and-”
“I never think you’re disgusting,” she interrupts her. “I could never. You just have to pee and that’s okay.”
“Ooh, don’t use that word,” Marigold moans and she hunches over, panting with exertion. There is a hint of pain to her noises now, which is something Carmen really can’t stand.
“What word? Pee? Piss? Letting go and flooding your pants?” Carmen keeps going, and Marigold groans pitifully at every word. She shifts, tenses and then she must lose control for a second because the scent of urine becomes even stronger.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no, no,no,” Mar mutters, fighting to get herself back under control. She manages, but barely. There is a noticeable spot of heat between them now, and the blonde is trembling where she sits.
“Shh, let go. You’re hurting yourself, just let it out,” Carmen says, still rubbing her side. She noticed there is a distinct husky tone to her voice, but she can’t bring herself to be bothered about it right this moment.
“Oh no, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it,” Mar is whimpering almost directly into Carmen’s ear now, seemingly unaware of what she is doing to the brunette with her desperate string of commentary. “Shit shit shit, oh it’s- ah! It’s happening, it’s happening, it’s aaahh, aha ha, Uuuhhnn~ ” she breaks off into breathy groans and murmured profanity even as every line of tension in her body tightens and then suddenly relaxes.
There’s a bloom of heat between them, immediately followed by wetness as a strong hissing noise fills the air of the cramped compartment. Marigold has collapsed completely into Carmen, hips rolling slightly as the piss keeps pouring out of her and into the layers of fabric separating their heated skin.
“Oh gods, oh gods, Oh Carmen,” she moans brokenly, but the edge of intensity is letting down and so is the stream. First the hissing stops, then the waterfall of hot piss slowly dries up into a trickle and then just the sodden fabric between them. None of them talk for a while, but Marigold makes no move to move her face from where she buried it in Carmen’s throat.
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Nina sat at the bus stop, thankful for the shade from the hot sun. Despite it getting closer to autumn every day, it was still unusually warm. The bus was late as usual, and three other people were sat round waiting patiently as well, albeit with various mutters under their breath.Nina cursed and looked down the road for any sign of an approaching bus. A man sat nearby glanced over at hearing her bad language and gave her a disdainful look up and down. Nina wondered if he liked what he saw – the shorts she was wearing showed off her butt pretty well, and her tight crop top was sure to capture some people’s attention. The man didn’t hold his gaze however; he soon went back to reading his paper.Nina’s leg shook involuntarily as her desperation grew. She’d meant to go to the toilet before leaving college, but she’d had to stay behind after class, and when she’d gone to go the bathroom had been shut for cleaning. There was another bathroom, of course, but that was all the way down near the common room, and she couldn’t be bothered to walk all that way. On a good day, when the bus was on time, Nina could often make it home in a good twenty minutes. Today, however, she’d been waiting twenty five already. She wondered if there had been an accident in town.She pressed lightly on her stomach as another surge of desperation came over her. She imagined sitting down would take the urge off for a while, but the only two seats were taken, one by the man reading a newspaper, the other by an elderly woman with a walking stick. She tried to take her mind off her need to pee by focusing on the newspaper man instead. Her sunglasses masked her eyes, meaning she could check other people out without them noticing.
He was older than her, but probably only early thirties, clean shaved with short brown hair and designed specs. He wore an expensive suit and an expensive watch. He was good looking, she supposed, and probably quite rich too. She imagined him driving a convertible, but then wondered why he’d be catching the bus if he owned a posh car. Maybe his car was in for a service.He suddenly looked up from his newspaper and straight at her. She looked away. Had he caught her looking? She wasn’t sure, but suddenly the urge to piss caught her off guard and she had to throw her hands to her crotch to stop herself from leaking. He was definitely looking at her now, she was sure of it.She began to do a funny little dance, not caring if other people started looking. She had never been this desperate before. For the first time, she started to worry if she was going to pee herself. That would be embarrassing, especially in front of this good looking guy.The man stood up and slowly walked over to her. Shit, Nina thought, he’s coming over to me, he’s going to ask me why I was staring at him…But instead, the man said, “Are you ok, hun?”
“I really need to pee,” Nina replied, her thighs clenched together as she felt herself begin to sweat. She was sure she was going to begin to leak any minute, and half expected to feel her crotch grow wet beneath her hands.
“I know somewhere you can go,” the man said, smiling and folding his newspaper away.
“You do?” Nina was so relieved to hear that. She hadn’t been aware there were any public toilets nearby. “Where?”
“Follow me.” The man turned and Nina began to follow reluctantly, her gait slightly clumsy as she tried to hold back her pee. She wished she hadn’t drunk an entire bottle of orange juice with her lunch.
The man led her down the street and into a small alleyway. There were definitely no toilets here, and Nina was a little reluctant to follow him, but she was so desperate she went in after him anyway. Eventually, he stopped and turned to face her.
“Here we go, away from the street, away from prying eyes. You can easily go here,” he said.
“Here? I can’t piss here…” Nina said, although as her bladder screamed for release she seriously began to consider it. She felt tears come into her eyes… was this his idea of a joke?
“Of course you can, no one can see you,” the man replied. He put an arm out to comfort her. “Just slip those shorts down and then…”But it was too late. With one last jolt, Nina’s body gave up the fight, and she felt herself began to leak into her panties. Her pussy shuddered as the piss began to soak through to her denim shorts and run down her legs. The man just watched her, as Nina doubled over and began to cry, her piss hitting the floor in loud splashes.
Finally she gave up trying to hold it in and just let go. Her panties were already soaked, and her shorts had turned a darker shade of blue. She looked up at the man as she continued to pee, tears streaming down her face. He smiled kindly at her, and adjusted his trousers where a slight bulge had started to appear. He put a hand on her shoulder.
“Come on,” he said to her, “let it all out.” He gently stroked her hair. “There’s a good girl. Let it all go.” Nina closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder in defeat.
in my opinion the guy in question is a PERVERTED person but it makes the story great
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“Little girl, why are you so squirmy all of a sudden?” Daddy asked me with a hint of playfulness in his voice. I immediately stopped wiggling and looked up at daddy. I had been so busy doing princess stuff that I hadn’t noticed that my growing need to go pee had become so readily apparent. “Does my little princess have to go potty?” Daddy asked with just the right amount of condescension and seriousness that it made me blush. I sheepishly shook my head no and continued coloring in the coloring book daddy bought just for me, hoping daddy would drop the topic.
I could still feel Daddy’s skeptical stare when he said, “Okay, but remember sweetie, you need to be a good girl and go potty if you have to pee pee.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Without looking up, I nodded and continued coloring. “What was that little girl?” Daddy asked expectantly. “Yes, daddy.” I answered quietly. “Good girl.” Daddy replied. After that, it seemed I was off the hook. Daddy continued working on his laptop next to me while I colored and watched cartoons. I had planned on getting up to go potty soon, without daddy prompting me, just to prove to him that I was a big girl and didn’t need the pull-ups he currently had me wearing, but I needed to finish my picture first.
“Why did I have to pick the picture with the super detailed castle??” I thought to myself as my need to go potty grew stronger. Soon I couldn’t help but to start wiggling my legs back and forth ever so slightly to help distract my mind from the growing pressure in my bladder. I bit my bottom lip and looked over at daddy and saw that he was still working and didn’t seem to be noticing me in my squirmy state. I slowly pulled my blanket up over my lap and reached one hand down to hold the front of my pull-up as I continued to color. I was so focused on finishing my picture so I could go potty that I started wiggling enough to catch daddy’s attention again. “Little girl, are you sure you don’t have to go potty?” Daddy asked, much less playfully this time. Luckily, I noticed a song I like was playing on the cartoon I was watching and I quickly thought of a good excuse. “Daddyyyyy I don’t hafta potty, I just really like this song!” I said, pointing to the TV adamantly. Daddy didn’t seem completely convinced, but gave me a half smile and continued on with his work. I felt slightly relieved until I realized now I’d have to wait to go potty longer to prove to daddy I could go potty on my own since he’d just asked me again.
I continued coloring, hoping I could hold out a little longer, when I felt a little trickle of warm pee leak into the front of my pull-up. I gasped softly as I pushed my hand into my pussy hard to stop myself from having an accident. Luckily, I was able to get myself under control but I knew it wouldn’t last for long. I began rushing to finished coloring my picture, not even caring if I didn’t stay in the lines anymore. I had even resorted to wiggling and fidgeting unabashedly. I just knew I HAD to finish soon and go potty before daddy asked me if I had to go pee again-or worse, before I had an accident.
I was almost done my castle when another spurt of hot pee escaped into my pull-up. Even with my hand pressed firmly on my pussy, another longer spurt burst out after it. I had stopped everything I was doing and had decided in my desperation that I was willing to stop coloring right then to go potty, I just needed to get myself under control again for long enough to run to the bathroom. No matter how much I tried to stop it, my pee kept leaking out in spurts. The time between the spurts kept getting shorter and shorter until I couldn’t stop it at all anymore and just began helplessly peeing my pull-up like a toddler. I felt myself blush again as I looked down in my lap and waited until I was done.
My pull-up was so warm and squishy when I was all done. It made me feel so naughty and my princess parts started feeling all tingly. I began rubbing the front of my pull-up under my blanket as I finished coloring. I had almost completely forgotten about daddy being in the room when his voice suddenly pulled me out of my naughtly little trance. “Little girl, are you almost finished with your picture?” he asked. I didn’t realize it then, but daddy had noticed how squirmy I had gotten and then how I suddenly had stopped squirming all together and had grown suspicious. “Uh-huh” I answered, trying to seem like nothing unusual had happened. “Good, I want to see when you’re done.” he said. “Okay, daddy” I answered.
Daddy was growing even more suspicious over my short responses. “Sweetie, is there something you need to tell daddy?” daddy asked. “Noooo…” I answered, trying to sound puzzled instead of guilty. “Baby girl, you know what happens to little girls who lie to their daddies, don’t you?” daddy asked. “They-they get punished daddy?” I answered questioningly. Daddy nodded and got up from his chair. He began to approach me. “You’re right, they get punished. Now, I’m going to ask you a question and I need you to tell me the truth, little girl. You wouldn’t want to have to be punished for lying to daddy, would you baby?” daddy asked as he knelt down on the floor next to me, looking down at me sternly. “No, daddy.” I answered, shaking my head and giving daddy the biggest puppy dog eyes I could muster. “Good girl. Now tell daddy the truth, did you have an accident in your little girl panties?” daddy asked, looking me straight in the eyes.
I suddenly felt even more self aware of the squishy, warm pull-up pushing against my pussy. I blushed furiously and looked away as daddy awaited my answer. I couldn’t bring myself to admitting I had had an accident while trying to finish coloring a picture like a 2 year old. “Well?” daddy asked, pressing me for an answer. “No, daddy.” I answered softly, still looking down at my picture. Daddy sighed and waited a moment, maybe he was hoping I’d change my answer before he responded but I just sat there silently looking at my still unfinished picture. Finally, I picked up a crayon and attempted to continue coloring, but daddy caught my hand and I quickly dropped the crayon. Daddy pulled me up and stuck his hand under my dress. I felt tears gathering in my eyes as daddy felt the front of my pull-up and looked down at me.
“Little girl, you are soaking wet! Why did you lie to daddy?” daddy asked, obviously disappointed. I couldn’t answer, all I could do as cry. “Why didn’t you go potty when daddy reminded you to?” daddy asked. “I-I had to finish my picture first! And I didn’t need you to remind me to potty, daddy cause I’m a big girl and I can go potty all by myself!” I cried. Daddy pushed my wet pull-up against my pussy, “Oh really, you’re a big girl and can go potty all by yourself? Would a big girl be wearing a soaking wet pull-up while having to explain to her daddy how she didn’t manage to make it to the potty even when she was reminded to go repeatedly?” daddy asked. With that, my pouty expression turned to a pitiful one. I couldn’t think of anything to say to that, and at the same time I was just hoping daddy would keep pressing my wet pull-up against me.
“That’s what I thought, little girl.” Daddy said, with a bit of a sadistic smile. “It’s okay that you had an accident sweetie, because you are just a little girl and sometimes little girls have accidents. What isn’t okay is that you lied to daddy…what did we say happens to little girls who lie to their daddies?” daddy asked, enjoying the look on my face as he continued rubbing the front of my pull-up. “Ummm…they-they get punished?” I answered, feeling my pussy get wet with something other than pee. “MmHmmm, now come follow daddy to the bedroom so you can accept your punishment like a good little girl.” Daddy said, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom.\
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Desperation Among Generations
Fire Emblem Heroes fanfiction by MasterXploder
(Note: Contains descriptions of non-fetish violence. Also, apologies in advance if characterization is off. I have not played any of the Japan-only titles and am going solely off what was shown in Heroes.)
The world of Zenith was locked in an endless state of conflict. The kingdom of Embla continuously attacked not just this world, but the worlds of ages past to claim control of their heroes and forever control all of history. All that stood in their way was the kingdom of Askr, led by a trio of brave warriors and a mysterious summoner who could call forth heroes from other times to come to their aid. Together, they drove back the Emblians time and again, keeping every realm safe from their rule.
But while Askr and its surrounding lands seemed peaceful today, the threat of invasion was ever present. This was why a group of the heroes found themselves patrolling the kingdom’s perimeter, towards the mountainous edge to be specific. They knew the importance of staying vigilant, but that did not stop some of them from engaging in conversations.
“For the last time, we are not throwing a party in the castle!”
This statement came from Alfonse, Prince of Askr, and was directed toward his sister Sharena. Rather than look or sound disappointed, however, the Askran Princess remained as cheerful as ever.
“Aw come on, Alfonse, no need to be such a stick in the mud. It wouldn’t be anything too extravagant, just a little get-together with some food and maybe a game or two.”
“That’s not the point,” said Alfonse, “The heroes were summoned here to help us defend the kingdom from the Emblians, and they’ll return to their worlds once they’ve done their job. If we fraternized with them like that, it would only make it unbearable to see them go home.”
“You keep saying that, but I still don’t think there’s any harm in having a chat or two with them. In fact, I think I read somewhere that getting to know your allies actually improves your abilities when fighting, and what better way to do that than a small shindig to cut loose?”
“Would this be from the same book that says engaging in intimate acts of head-petting helps to build said familiarity?”
“Well, I wasn’t gonna go that far with the party, but if you think it would help too-”
“Alright, you two!” came a voice in front of them. They both looked towards their commander Anna, who was still marching ahead but now looking back at them. “I don’t mind a little chit-chat during patrols, but we’re getting too distracted. Let’s put this debate on hold until we get back to the castle and keep our eyes peeled. We have a job to do here, alright?”
Alfonse turned his head towards the ground. “Apologies, Commander. I’ll drop it for now.”
“Right. Sorry, Ann… er, Commander,” said Sharena, rubbing the back of her head.
Anna gave them a smile. “Good to hear. Sorry the rest of you had to listen to that for the last couple minutes,” she spoke a little louder.
Sharena glanced behind her at the many heroes following them on their patrol, each boasting an impressive history of wartime accomplishments in their realms. Their summoner friend Kiran also numbered among them, though the tactician liked to remain silent on patrols.
“It’s alright,” said a smiling Princess Corrin, “I’ve heard more than my fair share of sibling squabbles back home. It’d take a lot more than that to bother me.”
“It ain’t no biggie, your commanderness,” said Donnel of Ylisse, adjusting his cookware helmet, “I’m just happy I can help out after all the hospitality you’ve shown me.”
Anna chuckled a bit. “Glad to hear that, too. Now let’s get our patrol back on track.”
Sharena felt a little embarrassed, but mostly giddy upon hearing them talk. The heroes were such cool people, so strong and smart but also understanding and compassionate. She would never understand Alfonse’s unwillingness to get to know them when they had so many interesting personalities and stories to share. Even Anna was with her on that one, if only to get their likenesses down for the Order of Heroes official merchandise.
Though she wished they were a bit more talkative at the moment, even if Anna got onto them. Patrolling was not the most interesting job in the world and chatting helped pass the time, but more importantly, it was helping her stay distracted from a growing problem.
Sharena considered herself a morning person, but even she had her days where the bed just felt too comfortable to climb out of. That made it all the worse when Alfonse woke her and told her she had mere minutes to get ready for their patrol, just long enough to get her clothing and hair ready. It also came as a rude awakening to her when she first felt an entire night’s worth of built-up urine pressing against her bladder only a few minutes into the patrol, and it only got worse after their morning rations of fruit and tea started making their way downstairs as well. She found herself looking at the surroundings not to spot any potential bandits or Emblian soldiers, but to find a good hiding spot to squat and have her first and much-needed pee of the day.
Before Kiran entered their lives, Sharena had no problem with asking Anna for a pit stop somewhere along the patrol, with the commander even joining her for a piddle on occasion. That was before their patrols included famous heroes from many different generations, however, and now Sharena couldn’t bear the thought of saying such a thing around them. What would they think of her then: gross, unsophisticated, like a little child, maybe even unreliable? No, she wanted to be friends with them, and that meant waiting it out until Anna gave the “at ease order and she could head off on her own.
Fortunately, she knew that would not be much longer. She had patrolled this path many times before, and Anna was pretty consistent with calling breaks at the same places. The only problem now was hiding her need from everyone else. Her walking had gotten stiffer as they went on, and the temptation to hold herself was getting harder to resist. Talking had diverted attention away from herself, but with the group getting quiet again, there was a greater risk of them noticing something off about her. What she wouldn’t give for a nice distraction right about now.
“Hold up!”
Anna’s voice reached the entire group, bringing Sharena out of her personal predicament at once.
“What’s wrong?” asked Sharena.
Anna looked back and forth at the forestry and mountain ahead of her. “I can’t say for certain, but I have that feeling like I’m running the stand in a shop, and somebody with a massive amount of coupons is about to bum-rush me.”
Sharena and Alfonse exchanged confused looks. “Forgive me, Commander, but what does that mean?” asked Alfonse.
They soon got their answer in the form of an arrow flying past the three of them and landing in the ground.
“Ambush!” yelled Anna.
The patrol wasted no time in drawing their weapons as a force of soldiers clad in black armor stepped out from behind the trees and boulders, their arms raised as they charged forward.
“Emblians!? Here!?” said Alfonse.
“We must’ve stumbled upon a reconnaissance party,” said Sharena.
“You call that many soldiers a reconnaissance party?”
“Why not? Embla definitely has the numbers for scouting forces like these.”
“We can find out why they’re here later,” said Anna, “Let’s focus on getting through them first. Kiran, you’re up!”
From behind them, Sharena could hear Kiran giving orders to the patrol, telling them which teams to set up and where to arrange them. Kiran rarely steered the heroes wrong in their battles, so Sharena paid close attention to what the summoner had to say.
But as she looked at the horde of soldiers still running towards them, her bladder gave off another pang to remind her of her problem. She winced a little bit, but shook her head and readied Fensalir, her trusty spear. She wasn’t going to like it, but there were far more important things to focus on than finding somewhere to tinkle right now. The only worry on her mind was if she would actually have the time when all the fighting was done.
For all of Embla’s numbers and bravado, their tactics in battle left much to be desired. Much of the Order of Heroes’ victories could be broken down into simply exploiting the Emblian forces’ poor decision-making skills, to the point where they would wonder if Kiran’s tactics were even needed.
For example, there was the swordsman currently charging at Sharena. He had somehow not realized that Sharena was equipped with a spear and shield, which normally spelt doom for most blades, nor did he see the bodies of other swordsman that had made the same attempt around her.
Sharena simply shrugged as he kept advancing regardless. “I guess he’ll learn the hard way.”
Indeed, as the swordsman brought his blade down, Sharena simply batted it away with her shield, leaving him wide open. She then thrusted Fensalir’s tip straight through his stomach and pulled it back out with little effort, leaving him to collapse to the ground defeated.
Sharena had to wonder how many that made now. Five? Six? Maybe seven grunts meeting the same end to her spear today. She did not take pleasure from ending lives, let alone keeping a tally, but she had accepted its necessity long ago when it meant bringing peace to the world. At least there were no other enemies coming towards her at the moment so she could relax a little bit...
“Eep!”
Sharena’s legs locked together in an instant, and she nearly threw her armaments down to grab her groin before she thought better. With the lull in combat, her desire for relief had returned with a vengeance, forcing out a dribble of urine into her undergarments. Her heart raced as she realized it would not be long before more would leak, and she probably would not be able to stop the flow then. In a panic, she looked all around her with her teeth clenched as tight as they could be.
The battle still went on all around her, with nary a unit unoccupied with fighting. Her friends seemed to be all holding their own quite well, with some of them even battling multiple foes at once, so she likely was not needed immediately. Unfortunately, the sheer amount of strength she needed to keep from leaking anymore was preventing her from moving faster than a waddle. Finding a private spot in time was simply out of the question. The thought of dropping trou right where she stood graced her mind as well, but fear of being seen, let alone attacked, while relieving herself quickly buried it.
“No, no, no,” Sharena mouthed while the despair of her situation dawned on her. “I’m gonna pee, I’m gonna pee, I’m gonna pee, I’m gonna… huh?”
In that moment, Sharena felt something across her body, but it wasn’t pee. A soothing warmth enveloped her, relaxing her aches and cuts from fighting and giving her strength again. Her bladder’s powerful demands for relief died down into a strong but manageable suggestion, allowing her to spread her legs apart normally.
It took a moment for Sharena to realize that somebody was healing her with a staff. The question now was who was doing the healing.
“There! D-do you feel better now?”
I know that voice! Sharena turned around and found Sakura, the younger princess of Hoshido, walking up to her. A green glow slowly faded from her staff as she moved closer.
“Um, yes I do. Thanks a bunch,” she replied in earnest.
“Oh thank goodness,” said Sakura in her soft voice, “I saw that you were clenching up, so I thought maybe you were getting hurt by some m-magic or poison.”
Despite the chaos around them, Sharena felt a little pink light her cheeks at the thought of someone seeing her on the verge of an accident. “Heh heh, well whatever it was, your staff did the trick. I feel fine now.”
“Then maybe you could help us out with something.”
Sharena turned towards the new voice. Two new heroes walked up to her, them being Roy of Pherae and Jeorge of Archanea, their presence sending Sharena’s mind into overdrive.
“H-help? Uh, eh, w-what for?” babbled Sharena.
Roy was first to speak. “We’ve just learned that we haven’t been fighting the entire regiment.”
“Indeed,” said Jeorge, “I spotted a small detachment making its way around the mountain passes. If the maps I’ve read of the area are accurate, those paths would put them right behind us.”
“Oh no! W-we’d be trapped!” said Sakura.
“We’re not going to let that happen,” said Roy in confidence, “Kiran wants us to get the drop on them before they can harm anyone, and we need your help.”
“M-my help?” A legendary hero asking for Sharena’s help? Surely, she heard them misspeak. “I-I mean, of course I’d be willing to help out! You can count on me anytime!”
“I’ll h-help out too!” said Sakura, giving a fierce look. “Um, that is, if you would want me to.”
“Looks like we have our team ready, Jeorge,” said Roy.
“Right, then we better move. That ambush party will be here before long.”
And so, Sharena found herself jogging along with the other heroes. Even in the chaos of battle, she couldn’t help but smile. Legendary heroes asking for her help, never would she have dreamed of such a thing. If not for the pressure in her groin, she might have believed she was dreaming all along.
Of course, she was still worried about her need to go in the middle of a battle, especially now that she was close to some heroes now. That worry fell away, however, when she remembered Sakura’s healing also helping to put her bladder under control again. She knew she would be fine so long as she stayed near her healer friend. Probably.
Much like the other forces, the Emblian’s ambush team hardly put up a fight. As soon as Sharena and the others jumped out from behind the trees to attack, any semblance of formation and tactics they had gave way to panic. They started to fight back once they realized there were only four ambushers, but between Roy’s swordsmanship, Jeorge’s deadly archery, and Sakura’s generous healing, there was little they could do.
Sharena was no slouch with her lance, either, having taken down more than a few soldiers herself. However, if one were to look closely, they would see her staying relatively in one place for much of the fighting. Despite Sakura’s occasional healing spell, her bladder continued to send painful pulses through her body. She knew it was a battlefield, but she still couldn’t take the risk of moving too much lest she leak again. At least if she died, she wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of wetting herself.
Fortunately, the fighting was almost over. All that remained were a couple swordsmen trying to attack her at once, breaking the rules of conventional battle in their desperation. With her urge to pee getting worse, Sharena decided not to waste any time with them, and simply swung Fensalir horizontally, slicing the grunts in their mid-sections. Emblian stock armor proved to be of little worth to an enchanted weapon once more, and the soldiers fell over beaten.
With the fighting done at last, Sharena allowed herself to sigh. “All right! Looks like we got the last of them. Good job, everyone!”
Jeorge put his bow away and glanced around. “Hmm, so it would seem,” he said, his voice carrying a trace of doubt.
“Something wrong, Jeorge?” asked Roy.
Jeorge put a hand to his chin. “It’s just, when I spotted the regiment crossing the mountain, I could have sworn that I saw a knight moving with them. We seemed to have dealt with this squad, but I don’t see the knight’s body anywhere.”
“A knight? I didn’t fight anything like that,” said Sharena. At least, she didn’t think so. Between fighting to stay alive and not peeing herself, it was easy to lose track of things.
“Me neither. Do you think they split up their ranks?” asked Roy.
“Perhaps, but I don’t recall there being any other paths that would lead them behind the patrol. The only other one leads to a village not far from here.”
Sakura gasped. “Oh no, what if they’re going to h-hurt the people there?”
“A distraction to raid for supplies? It’s unlikely, but not impossible.”
“Then we need to rejoin the patrol and head out right away. We can’t risk innocent people getting hurt.” Roy turned to the direction of the patrol and started to march off.
“Wait,” said Jeorge, “It’s also possible that the rest of the regiment is still headed this way. If we left now, they could reach the rest of us and attack us with our backs turned.”
Roy walked up to Jeorge. “But if we wait here, we might give them too great a lead towards that town.”
“We might also give them the opportunity to kidnap Kiran or worse if we lost track of them, and this war may as well be over if that happens.”
As the two argued their position, Sharena quietly fidgeted in place. They were getting nowhere and her need to pee was only getting worse. Finding out where those other units were was important, but so was keeping herself dry. All she needed was a quick minute to relieve herself and then she could focus on that, but the idea of doing so near her idols was just unthinkable.
But then her face lit up as it hit her; an idea that would resolve their argument and give her a chance to go without anyone knowing it.
“I’ll stay here and keep watch!” she blurted out.
All three of the summoned heroes looked over at her, forcing her to bring her fidgeting to a halt. “Er, you’ll do what?” asked Jeorge.
“I’ll keep an eye out here in case those troops show up, and you three regroup with the others and bring them back here.”
Roy shook his head. “That sounds too dangerous. You could end up fighting an entire squad by yourself.”
Sakura chimed in with, “I-I could stay with her so she wouldn’t be alone-”
“No!” yelled Sharena, making the shy princess jump in fright. “Er, sorry, I mean, it won’t be a problem. I’ll run back the second I see troops coming my way.”
“But that would still leave you by yourself,” remarked Jeorge.
Sharena found herself straining to keep her smile. “Yeah, but the rest of our friends might need your help, and we only need one person here to keep an eye on things.”
The other heroes then looked among themselves like they were trying to come up with another counterargument. It was good timing, for Sharena had another minor jolt from her bladder just then, making her wince up in pain for a moment.
“Come on guys, we don’t have time to argue. I’m the highest commanding officer here, and I say I’m staying to keep watch.”
Roy sighed in defeat. “Alright, but the instant you see any Emblians, please fall back and rejoin us.”
“Will do.” Sharena nodded. “Now get going!”
Roy, Jeorge, and Sakura all turned and jogged past Sharena and towards the patrol. The exact instant they were out of sight, Sharena dropped her straight posture, brought her legs together, and put her shield hand on her groin.
“Finally!” she whispered to herself. Alone at last, with no heroes to be grossed out by her need to go. Just in time, too, for the strength granted by Sakura’s staff was nearly gone. Her urine was going to come out of her no matter how hard she kept trying to hold it in, but she thankfully no longer needed to.
Although she was alone, Sharena still waddled over to a nearby grove and ducked behind a small tree to preserve some modesty. From there, she squatted down, dropped her shield and spear, and yanked her shorts and undergarments to her knees, revealing a pair of plain white panties with a patch of yellow on the crotch, as the muscles in her bladder finally relaxed.
A light trickle of yellow urine began passing out of her right away, quickly building up to a strong splatter and producing a more than audible noise as it struck the grass, dirt, and leaves below. In no time, a puddle grew on the surface, ever-so-slightly altering the noise. However, this sound did not match the volume of Sharena’s sighing from the pleasure of having her morning pee at long last. She felt a little embarrassed by how loud she got, but Sharena doubted she would have been able to stifle it any were the heroes still around. The physical and mental relief she felt was pure bliss.
But all it took was the sound of clanking metal to bring that bliss to a dead stop.
As quickly as she could, Sharena forced her muscles to close up her urethra and bring the stream back to a halt, leaving a very unpleasant pressure down there. Despite the few seconds of full-on pissing, her bladder still begged for her to release the rest, but she darn well knew better. Instead, she pulled her shorts back up and slowly grabbed her weaponry. She was not alone anymore, the only question now was if it was friend or foe.
“RAAAAHHH!”
Sharena instinctively rolled forward right as something sharp sliced clean through the tree, missing her by mere centimeters. She spun around with Fensalir firmly in her hand to get a glimpse of her foe.
A large knight clad in dark armor with green trimmings stood in front of the felled tree. He brandished a big axe reinforced with emerald at Sharena, a low growl emanating from beneath his helmet.
Sharena couldn’t lie to herself, this guy was intimidating. All thoughts of figuring out what he was doing here or why he wasn’t with the rest of his group left her mind. Her heart beat faster than it had all day, and she swallowed a bit of saliva in anticipation of the fight, but she had to win. This guy interrupted her pee, and she would make sure he’d regret denying her relief.
But before she could strike first, the knight was already on her, swinging his axe at a frightful speed. She leapt to the side out of harm’s reach, but already the knight was readying up another swing. Sharena jumped back this time, but the knight followed up with another slash, scraping against her shield and imparting its force throughout her arm.
Already, this knight was a cut above the grunts she had been dealing with today. Every time Sharena tried to attack, the knight was already rearing his axe back to swing. At this rate, he would eventually overpower her defenses and bring about an untimely end for her. She needed to find an opening and soon, if not for her life, then at least for her bladder.
Luckily, it seemed that opening would be coming soon. As she jumped back from yet another swing, she made note of the knight reaching his off-hand over to the axe to hold it with both hands. As she predicted, he lifted the axe up high, preparing to bring it down on her head.
With a yelp, she jumped to the side just before the axe split her skull, leaving the knight off-balance. She then mustered all the might in her arm and drove Fensalir into her foe’s armor, hoping for a quick end...
Only to see her spear scrape against his chest and run off to the side, leaving her off-balance instead.
“Wha!?” Sharena gasped, but before she could process this, the knight was already making his move. He grabbed Fensalir and pulled it out of Sharena’s hand, leaving her with just a shield. He then raised his axe and swung horizontally towards her. Sharena attempted to leap back, but the axe came in too low and her jump too late.
Pain. Sheer, agonizing pain erupted across her legs as the axe left deep cuts through both of them, her boots protecting her about as well as wet paper. She landed on her bottom with a scream, the shock of it causing her to let go of her shield. It was there that she saw how bad her injuries were; both legs were spurting blood and stinging so much that getting up, let alone walking, was out of the question.
But out of the corner of her eye, she could see the knight wasn’t finished. He threw Fensalir to the side and slowly marched towards her, a glint of red now adorning his green axe. In her panic, Sharena scooted back as fast she could, leaving a trail of not just blood, but drops of yellow in the grass. She didn’t stop until her back pressed up against the side of a rock wall, and a quick look to the sides confirmed she could go no further.
Unarmed, immobile, and defenseless against a malicious and frightening opponent, the fear Sharena had been suppressing hit her all at once. She had been bested in battle, and now he was walking towards her, ready to finish her off. Nobody was coming to save her; she had sent them away all because she wanted to piddle in privacy. She was going to die, and it was all her fault.
Her eyes locked onto her killer and her heart pounding away, Sharena did not notice the growing warmth between her legs. Her shorts were in full view, revealing an expanding wet patch and a trickle of urine pouring through. This trickle only grew stronger alongside Sharena’s despair, becoming a broken stream despite the barriers and making that familiar piddling and hissing. A yellow puddle wrapped around her rump, absolutely drenching her skirt and skin.
What pleasure she could have derived from her peeing had long been lost to her fear. All she could think about was the knight standing in front of her, chuckling underneath his helmet, as he raised his axe to deliver the final blow. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the end.
“AAARGH!”
Sharena heard something being struck, but more importantly, she didn’t feel it. She opened her eyes not knowing what to expect, and saw the knight with his axe lowered and an arrow sticking out of his neckplate. Half yelling and half gurgling, the knight turned in the direction of the arrow.
In that moment, a figure leapt into Sharena’s sight and towards the Emblian. He brought his sword down on the knight’s hand, forcing him to drop his axe, then ran the blade through the chest piece like the armor wasn’t even there. The knight let out one last shout before dropping his axe and falling to the ground with a big thud.
At the same time, the comforting warmth of healing magic covered Sharena’s body again, only stronger than before. Already, she could see the gashes on her legs shrinking into small cuts, halting the blood and easing the pain.
It all happened so fast, Sharena didn’t know what to think, not until the red-haired figure turned around and stepped towards her.
“R-Roy? Jeorge? Sakura?” she asked.
“Are you alright, Sharena?” asked Roy, walking up to her and sheathing his Binding Blade.
“U-um, I guess so,” she muttered.
Sakura walked up to her from the side and knelt down. “Are you sure? Here, l-let me take a closer look… oh, I’m sorry!” Sakura looked away, her face as pink as her hair.
“Sorry? What for?”
“I, um, didn’t realize you were, um, i-in the middle of s-something,” she replied in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Huh? Aah!” At that moment, it finally dawned on Sharena just what was happening downstairs, and all the wet, warm, gross feelings that accompanied it. She closed her legs together and covered that place with her hands. Not that it did that much to make her modest; a sizeable puddle had grown underneath her, and the faintest hissing could still be heard.
“I-I can explain! It’s, um, n-not what it looks like?” said Sharena as she frantically looked between the heroes.
“Are you certain about that?” asked Jeorge, who was also looking away.
Try as she might to think of a clever excuse, Sharena knew there was no avoiding the humiliation. She sighed and lowered her head, accepting her shame and letting out the last bit of her pee in the process.
“I… I’m so sorry, you guys,” she said.
“Er, you don’t have to apologize for this,” said Roy.
Sakura nodded. “Y-yes, accidents can happen to anyone. I probably w-would have done the same thing in your place.”
“It’s not just that,” continued Sharena, “I lied to all of you. I only wanted to watch this spot alone so I could… do this without anyone knowing.”
“Oh,” said Sakura, “D-do you have trouble doing that if someone’s nearby?”
To this, Sharena shook her head. “No, I just didn’t want you guys to… I don’t know, think less of me or not wanna be my friend, and I nearly got myself killed just now because of it.” As those words left her, she remembered a very important fact. “Though I guess Kiran could have just revived me anyway.”
Roy was next to kneel down towards her. “Sharena, I would never think less of someone just because they needed to relieve themselves.”
“Nor would I,” said Jeorge. “We’re all human, after all. You don’t need to hide something like that from us, especially not if it means taking a big risk like that.”
Sharena glanced away from Jeorge’s voice, only to meet with a smiling Sakura. “We only care that our f-friend is safe.”
Just that one word caused another warming feeling to go through Sharena, this time originating from her chest. “R-really? You think of me as a friend?”
“Friend and an ally,” said Roy, “I don’t think we could have beaten these troops without your help.” He offered his hand to her. “And we hope you’ll keep helping us.”
For the first time since the knight attacked her, Sharena found her smile again. That was what she liked about these heroes; so understanding and compassionate.
“Of course I’ll keep helping you guys. Thanks a bunch, everyone,” she said as she took Roy’s hand and stood up. Her skirt and shorts stuck to her backside, but she now knew it wasn’t a major problem. Probably not, at least.
“Glad to hear it,” said Roy.
As Sharena looked at the heroes, a thought crossed her mind. “Hold on, what are you guys doing here? I thought you were all headed back to the rest of our patrol.”
“Yes, about that,” said Jeorge, “We were headed that way, but we got into another discussion about leaving you to guard the road alone, and then we heard that tree falling. The debate was resolved quite decisively then.”
Roy nodded. “Well, now that we found and dealt with that knight, I think it’s less likely that the regiment split up now. We should all regroup with Anna and the rest before they start to worry about us, then make our next move from there.”
“R-regroup? Now?” Sharena gulped at the thought of everyone seeing her in wet bottoms, unable to decide if Alphonse seeing it or her idols would be worse.
“Maybe we all don’t have t-to go back at once?” asked Sakura.
Jeorge raised an eyebrow. “Why would you suggest… ah, you mean to help make her presentable again?”
“Y-yes. It’s the least I can do for her.” She turned towards Sharena. “If you would like me to, that is.”
The worry from before faded again in Sharena’s mind. “It’d be real silly of me not to, Sakura.”
“Alright, we’ll just say you’re staying behind to keep an eye out in case there are more,” said Roy as he turned around. “We’ll be heading out now. Stay safe, you two.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” said Sharena, “I still have a lot more heroes to make friends with, after all!”
(A/N: So, first attempt at a fear wetting. Apologies if that's not to everyone's tastes, and if I potentially messed up any characterization, but it was fun to experiment. An omofic based on a free-to-play mobile game; you can't fault me for being too mainstream in my writing, huh?) |
Hey guys, I'm back with a new fictional story. So it is about two girls from college who always tease one another to wet themselves. It's basically like a competition to see who can hold it the longest. From being desperate in class to holding on long trips, you will surely enjoy these desperation stories. Hope you guys enjoy and comment for any more ideas in the future, follow for more content like this and enjoy.
"Shit, I woke up late again. It's 8:20, classes start in 10 minutes." Amy woke after hearing her alarm clock. She went to the kitchen to prepare coffee and get donuts from her fridge. She went to the bathroom to have a quick shower, forgetting to use the toilet before leaving. Knowing she will be late if she does pee now, she dresses in her maroon shirt and white jacket and her signature red skirt and sneakers. She takes her mug with coffee and a few donuts and rushes to get to school on time.
She left her dorm and with 5 minutes left before class starts. She wishes she could just go to afternoon classes but her course only have classes in the morning. Along the way, she met up with her best friend Samantha. "Hey Amy! Let me guess, you woke up late again din't you?" Samantha was wearing a light blue long sleeve shirt and skinny jeans with a pair of Nike. "Yup, stupid alarm went off at 8:20 not 7:20. I'm getting a new clock after classes." Amy replied to Samantha while sipping from her coffee and finishing her donut.
Luckily she din't arrive late today. She took a seat beside her friend. As the lecture was starting, Amy had finished drinking her coffee and started taking notes for her upcoming exam. Half an hour through the lecture, she felt a twinge in her bladder. She had to use the restroom, but she knows that she won't be able to because her professor doesn't let anyone leave because the lessons are so hard to understand. So she knows she has to wait about an hour and a half until she could use the restroom. "How hard can holding pee in bee?" Amy asked to herself confidently while taking notes.
Another half hour later she was starting to get worried that she might not be able to make it. But if she asks her professor if she can use the restroom, not only will she be told she can't because there is to much at stake for her grades but her classmates would start to tease her and make it even worse. She tried to distract herself but she has to focus on their lesson. Unfortunately their lesson was about climate, specifically rainy weather. They were discussing on how much water is detected by a rain gauge in every cyclone by its wind speed, movement and stuff like that. This made her even desperate and started fidgeting under her desk. Luckily the bottom of the desks were blocked and Samantha was listening to her headphones, as usual.
30 minutes was left until the class ended, Amy got desperate and desperate to relieve herself. Until Samantha noticed her fidgetting underneath her desk. "You alright Amy? You seem to be fidgeting and crossing your legs a lot." Samantha asked. Amy blushed a little but she denied her question. "Yes I'm just fine. Now be quiet, I need to pee... I mean finish my notes." Amy cursed herself silently but Samantha now knows her predicament. She always teases her every time she needed to use the restroom. "Ah, on I'll stay quiet. But whatever you do, don't think of water falls or rivers or running water or open faucets or rain." Samantha keep teasing her. Amy closed her ears so she won't have to listen to Samantha's verbal torture.
About 15 minutes left, Samantha started tickling Amy, but she made sure she wouldn't be noticed by their professor or they will both get in trouble. "How do you like this Amy? Now you know how it is to hold it all in that pee." Samantha continues to tickle Amy. She tickled her belly, her elbows, and her chest. "NO! PLEASE STOP IT!" Amy din't want to yell or she will get the attention of her classmates and her professor. Samantha stopped tickling her, and Amy felt her pink panties get soiled a bit. She leaked and marked a size of a golf ball. She crossed her legs until classes end and she did. Amy packed up her things and headed straight to her dorm.
Amy had to walk 10 minutes to reach her dorm. She had to run to school to get there on time. Before she was about to cross the street, somebody called her. "Hey Amy! It's me. Samantha said you wanna join us today. Let's go together." It was Toby, her lifelong crush since third grade. She remembered Samantha telling her they were going to the new Starbucks in their campus today and asked her if she wants to join them. Amy had two choices, back out from hanging out with her crush and head to her dorm so she could relieve herself or join them and hold back all that pee she was holding since last night. Of course she joined her crush and went to Starbucks, putting her need at risk.
Amy walked behind everyone, so she could stop and hold it if she feels it was going to burst. She must have stopped about 3 or 4 times. But Samantha caught her and called her out. "Hey Amy you okay back there?" Everyone turned around to check on her. "Yes I'm just fine. Nothing to see here. I just got a bit dizzy." Amy cursed Samantha in her mind and uncrossed her legs. "Here, walk with me. I'll make sure you'll be fine." Toby replied to Amy and walked beside her. Because of this Amy couldn't cross her legs or Toby would catch her crossing her legs.
They arrived at Starbucks and all of them ordered a drink. Everyone waited for their drinks to be ready. And being a new Starbucks at their campus, there are lots of people at this new place. So they have to wait a long time until their drinks are ready. Amy however wasn't doing very well. She was fighting from peeing herself in front of a lot of people and Toby. She can't imagine wetting herself at her age and in public. Their drinks were ready 30 minutes later. Amy was crossing her legs as she drank her frappe. As soon she finished her drink, she excused herself and headed to her dorm.
Along the way, a stream escaped from her panties. Her legs got moist from the stream of pee, leaving behind a small puddle of pee. She got desperate and desperate and feeling she was going to wet herself. Thinking she was not going to make it, she heads to the park and searches for a bush where she could relieve herself there. She searched for a bush with lots of privacy and no one will be able to spot her. While searching, she leaked again and a stream came down her legs. Her panties are now wet and a pee stain a size of a tennis ball.
She found a bush that is far from the path where she could pee herself. She hid behind it and put her wet panties down. As the pee was about to come out, she heard a voice. She saw Toby coming to her. She quickly pulled up her panties and stopped the flow with every muscle she can. "Amy you okay there?" Toby asked her in front of the bush, looking worried. "Yeah, I'm fine. My shoelaces were untied." She replied while holding back her pee with all her might. "Well why were you behind that bush?" He asked her and Amy taught of making a excuse or tell him the truth. "Uh my money flew of behind this bush. So I grabbed it." She bent down and took a money from one of her skirt's small pockets and showed it to him. "Oh OK. You had me worried there. Anyways you left these keys back at the café." He replied and gave it to Amy. "Thanks. These were the keys to my dorm. I would have been locked out if it wasn't for you. Thanks a lot." She thanked him while stopping another stream escape. "Okay. See you around."
She waited for him to leave but she was to late. Her bladder gave up. The damn had finally burst. A puddle of pee quickly formed underneath her. Her panties got dampened and her red skirt got darkened. She fell to the ground and started sobbing. "What have I done? Peeing myself at this age. What is wrong with me?" Before she could be seen by anyone else, she made a dash to a public washroom to clean herself up. She waited until no one is around so she could get to her dorm quickly. She arrived at her dorm without anyone seeing her or her wet bottom. Just as she was about to enter her dorm, Samantha caught her. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? A college student wet herself. How ashame." Samantha said teasing her and taking a photo of Amy and her wet bottom "Stop it ok. You and I are even." She said begging to samantha to stop taking pictures. "No way! I'm keeping these as blackmail. Now smile for the picture!" Amy went inside before Samantha can take anymore pictures. "I'll come back one day and you will be sorry!" Amy said to herself while cursing Samantha.
TO BE CONTINUED... |
Hey guys, I'm back with a new fictional story. So it is about two girls from college who always tease one another to wet themselves. It's basically like a competition to see who can hold it the longest. From being desperate in class to holding on long trips, you will surely enjoy these desperation stories. Hope you guys enjoy and comment for any more ideas in the future, follow for more content like this and enjoy.
"Shit, I woke up late again. It's 8:20, classes start in 10 minutes." Amy woke after hearing her alarm clock. She went to the kitchen to prepare coffee and get donuts from her fridge. She went to the bathroom to have a quick shower, forgetting to use the toilet before leaving. Knowing she will be late if she does pee now, she dresses in her maroon shirt and white jacket and her signature red skirt and sneakers. She takes her mug with coffee and a few donuts and rushes to get to school on time.
She left her dorm and with 5 minutes left before class starts. She wishes she could just go to afternoon classes but her course only have classes in the morning. Along the way, she met up with her best friend Samantha. "Hey Amy! Let me guess, you woke up late again din't you?" Samantha was wearing a light blue long sleeve shirt and skinny jeans with a pair of Nike. "Yup, stupid alarm went off at 8:20 not 7:20. I'm getting a new clock after classes." Amy replied to Samantha while sipping from her coffee and finishing her donut.
Luckily she din't arrive late today. She took a seat beside her friend. As the lecture was starting, Amy had finished drinking her coffee and started taking notes for her upcoming exam. Half an hour through the lecture, she felt a twinge in her bladder. She had to use the restroom, but she knows that she won't be able to because her professor doesn't let anyone leave because the lessons are so hard to understand. So she knows she has to wait about an hour and a half until she could use the restroom. "How hard can holding pee in bee?" Amy asked to herself confidently while taking notes.
Another half hour later she was starting to get worried that she might not be able to make it. But if she asks her professor if she can use the restroom, not only will she be told she can't because there is to much at stake for her grades but her classmates would start to tease her and make it even worse. She tried to distract herself but she has to focus on their lesson. Unfortunately their lesson was about climate, specifically rainy weather. They were discussing on how much water is detected by a rain gauge in every cyclone by its wind speed, movement and stuff like that. This made her even desperate and started fidgeting under her desk. Luckily the bottom of the desks were blocked and Samantha was listening to her headphones, as usual.
30 minutes was left until the class ended, Amy got desperate and desperate to relieve herself. Until Samantha noticed her fidgetting underneath her desk. "You alright Amy? You seem to be fidgeting and crossing your legs a lot." Samantha asked. Amy blushed a little but she denied her question. "Yes I'm just fine. Now be quiet, I need to pee... I mean finish my notes." Amy cursed herself silently but Samantha now knows her predicament. She always teases her every time she needed to use the restroom. "Ah, on I'll stay quiet. But whatever you do, don't think of water falls or rivers or running water or open faucets or rain." Samantha keep teasing her. Amy closed her ears so she won't have to listen to Samantha's verbal torture.
About 15 minutes left, Samantha started tickling Amy, but she made sure she wouldn't be noticed by their professor or they will both get in trouble. "How do you like this Amy? Now you know how it is to hold it all in that pee." Samantha continues to tickle Amy. She tickled her belly, her elbows, and her chest. "NO! PLEASE STOP IT!" Amy din't want to yell or she will get the attention of her classmates and her professor. Samantha stopped tickling her, and Amy felt her pink panties get soiled a bit. She leaked and marked a size of a golf ball. She crossed her legs until classes end and she did. Amy packed up her things and headed straight to her dorm.
Amy had to walk 10 minutes to reach her dorm. She had to run to school to get there on time. Before she was about to cross the street, somebody called her. "Hey Amy! It's me. Samantha said you wanna join us today. Let's go together." It was Toby, her lifelong crush since third grade. She remembered Samantha telling her they were going to the new Starbucks in their campus today and asked her if she wants to join them. Amy had two choices, back out from hanging out with her crush and head to her dorm so she could relieve herself or join them and hold back all that pee she was holding since last night. Of course she joined her crush and went to Starbucks, putting her need at risk.
Amy walked behind everyone, so she could stop and hold it if she feels it was going to burst. She must have stopped about 3 or 4 times. But Samantha caught her and called her out. "Hey Amy you okay back there?" Everyone turned around to check on her. "Yes I'm just fine. Nothing to see here. I just got a bit dizzy." Amy cursed Samantha in her mind and uncrossed her legs. "Here, walk with me. I'll make sure you'll be fine." Toby replied to Amy and walked beside her. Because of this Amy couldn't cross her legs or Toby would catch her crossing her legs.
They arrived at Starbucks and all of them ordered a drink. Everyone waited for their drinks to be ready. And being a new Starbucks at their campus, there are lots of people at this new place. So they have to wait a long time until their drinks are ready. Amy however wasn't doing very well. She was fighting from peeing herself in front of a lot of people and Toby. She can't imagine wetting herself at her age and in public. Their drinks were ready 30 minutes later. Amy was crossing her legs as she drank her frappe. As soon she finished her drink, she excused herself and headed to her dorm.
Along the way, a stream escaped from her panties. Her legs got moist from the stream of pee, leaving behind a small puddle of pee. She got desperate and desperate and feeling she was going to wet herself. Thinking she was not going to make it, she heads to the park and searches for a bush where she could relieve herself there. She searched for a bush with lots of privacy and no one will be able to spot her. While searching, she leaked again and a stream came down her legs. Her panties are now wet and a pee stain a size of a tennis ball.
She found a bush that is far from the path where she could pee herself. She hid behind it and put her wet panties down. As the pee was about to come out, she heard a voice. She saw Toby coming to her. She quickly pulled up her panties and stopped the flow with every muscle she can. "Amy you okay there?" Toby asked her in front of the bush, looking worried. "Yeah, I'm fine. My shoelaces were untied." She replied while holding back her pee with all her might. "Well why were you behind that bush?" He asked her and Amy taught of making a excuse or tell him the truth. "Uh my money flew of behind this bush. So I grabbed it." She bent down and took a money from one of her skirt's small pockets and showed it to him. "Oh OK. You had me worried there. Anyways you left these keys back at the café." He replied and gave it to Amy. "Thanks. These were the keys to my dorm. I would have been locked out if it wasn't for you. Thanks a lot." She thanked him while stopping another stream escape. "Okay. See you around."
She waited for him to leave but she was to late. Her bladder gave up. The damn had finally burst. A puddle of pee quickly formed underneath her. Her panties got dampened and her red skirt got darkened. She fell to the ground and started sobbing. "What have I done? Peeing myself at this age. What is wrong with me?" Before she could be seen by anyone else, she made a dash to a public washroom to clean herself up. She waited until no one is around so she could get to her dorm quickly. She arrived at her dorm without anyone seeing her or her wet bottom. Just as she was about to enter her dorm, Samantha caught her. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? A college student wet herself. How ashame." Samantha said teasing her and taking a photo of Amy and her wet bottom "Stop it ok. You and I are even." She said begging to samantha to stop taking pictures. "No way! I'm keeping these as blackmail. Now smile for the picture!" Amy went inside before Samantha can take anymore pictures. "I'll come back one day and you will be sorry!" Amy said to herself while cursing Samantha.
TO BE CONTINUED... |
Hey guys! I'm back to upload story two of this series. So thank you for checking out my content from the past few months and I will post another wetting experience post this weekend. So thank you guys for the support and I hope you enjoy.
"What the? Where on earth am I? What happened last night? Why am I tied up?" Samantha kept asking herself as she finally woke up, with her hands tied up to a pole. The last thing she remembered was being with Toby at last night's party. She remembered that they were talking alone inside his bedroom. That was the only thing she remembered from last night's events. She was wearing her white skinny jeans and a yellow shirt. She also had a small purse which contains her phone, wallet, and i.d. to school(which is missing).Then she noticed a camera on a stand in front of her, in the shadows.
"Hey, who's filming me? Let me go right now or I'll call the police!" Samantha yells but no one replies except her echo. She waited for an hour for somebody but no luck. As of that moment she just realised something. She really had to pee since last night. She finally remembered something. While she and Toby where talking, he kept getting closer to her. Until he kissed her in the lips. At that moment she had to pee. She was about to get up but he suddenly kissed her, which made her stay. "Toby? Did you do this? Well if you did its not funny. So can you please untie me? I really have to pee." Samantha yelled out but like before no one answered.
She was already crossing her legs and fidgetting. But without her hands, she was having a hard time trying to hold herself. And she knew that whoever tied her up knows that she had to pee. So it had to be someone from last night's party. As she thinks who could be the mastermind of this, a strong wave of desperation hits her. She immediately crosses her legs and hopes she wouldn't pee herself. She then thinks that Emma could be the mastermind of all this, who was Toby's ex-girlfriend. She knew that Emma saw them when they went upstairs and got jeleous of her for taking Toby from him. "Emma? Are you behind all of this? Look I did nothing with Toby and we din't have a relationship with each other. We're just friends. So please let me go. I'm gonna Lee myself if I don't get out of this soon."
Jut like earlier, no one else replied. At that moment, another wave hits her. This time, the trouble began. A stream of pee escaped from her bladder and made a patch on her jeans with the size of a marble. Barely visible unless if you take a closer look. She then crosses her legs again to make sure no more escape from her bladder. Samantha starts to blush, realizing that whoever owns the camera will see her wet herself. If she would rate her desperation level, with 10 as the highest and 1 as the lowest, she would rate 9. If she doesn't get out of this trouble soon, she will pee her pants and in front of a camera.
She tries to untie herself by pulling her hands free. But whoever tied her up made a quadruple knot to make sure she doesn't escape. She remembers Amy at the party last night. Who offers her a drink and dared her to drink 10 cups of beer. She knew she must be behind all of this mess. It must be payback for what happened to her during their Starbucks "incident." "Amy, are you the one behind all of this? Look I'm sorry for what happened that day and I didn't mean to upload the pictures. I was drunk when I posted them and I wasn't thinking straight. So please let me go. I really need to go so badly." Just as expected, no one answers.
"Please anyone help me untie this. I'm going to pee myself at any second. Oh shit!" Amy yelled as another wave hit her and a stream escaped her bladder. A bigger patch formed with the size of a golf ball. Visible from the back a bit but bare seen from the front. She fidgets and crosses her legs, forcing to make sure that was the last time she will leak herself. She tries again to get the rope but she wasn't strong enough to free herself. At that moment, a man in a blue hoodey, black pants, blue sneakers and a mask entered the room, on the phone with someone. "Yeah she's still her since last night. What do I do with her? You can't leave her here forever. Someone will look for her. What? Let her go when she pees herself? What the heck is wrong with you? You're disgusting, you know that? Fine, I'll wait here until she pees herself so I can get my pay."
Samantha is terrified if the man in front of her. He's about 6ft. 5 and has black hair. He adjusts the camera at her position so it will catch all if her movements. "Hey you! Who do you work for? Is it Amy? Look I'll pay you the amount you want just let me out of here! Please I really have to pee." Amy yells at the man who was adjusting the camera."Look, if you think Amy was behind all if this shit, you're dumber than I thought you'd be. And this isn't personal, just business. Finally, I work for someone in your class but I ain't telling nothing. So shut up!" The man threatens Samantha to stay quiet, as she keeps on crossing her legs repeatedly. At that moment another wave hit her again. She felt she was going to burst but her legs made sure that the dam would stay closed. But not forever.
"Hey can you turn the camera off or turn it around? I think I might pee myself right now." Samantha asked him. "Nope. That's why we have a camera here, to catch every move you make. So shut up or I'll make your desperation worse." He replied and made sure she would stay quiet. "Please, I really need to go. Can you just untie me and lead me to a bathroom so I can relieve myself and we could leave?" She asked again, which made him more furious. "That's it! If you won't stay quiet, then I'll make you pee yourself." After yelling at her, he started to tickle her. Especially the her belly parts like stomach, hips, and her bladder. "NO........PLEASE STOP I....I...I'M GONNA....PEE....PEE....SHIT!" Samantha yelled begging the man to stop.
The man then puts out some tape and puts it on her mouth to stop her from talking."There. Now you'll stay quiet. Ahh look at that. You need yourself. Not enough thought. Just let it all out now so we can leave. If you don't, that's fine I'll do it myself!" The man continued to tickle her even more. Her patch on her jeans is now a size of two baseballs. He kept tickling her until she let it all out. She tries to make him stop but he is just to strong. She seems to have started to pee again. This time more pee came out. This is it, it's the end for her. All the pee she has been holding since last night finally burst. A lake made of pee formed underneath her. Her pants became even more darker. He checked if the camera caught all of it, which it did. Next thing he made her smell something that made her faint(no it's not poop or fart). A alcohol that made her sleep. Next thing she knew when she woke up, she was at the door at her dorm. She went inside and got changed.
"Riiiiiiiiiing!" The man's phone went as he answered it. "Boss, it's been done. I made her do it myself. Yes I got the video here. I'll send it to you myself. She doesnt know where she was tied up. Yes, she was asleep when I took her to her dorm. I'll send the video to you personally. See you there Denise."
To be continued.... |
What's up everybody? I'm back with chapter three of this fictional story. I'm sorry that I haven't been posting anything in a while was because I was sick. Plus my internet connection was only fixed yesterday. So I'm planning to make chapter four tomorrow. Anyway, the scenario in this one is a flashback when Denise and Samantha where still in Twelveth grade. We will learn what made Denise hold a grudge on Amy and Samantha for so long. I hope you guys enjoy this one and comment below what scenario you guys want to see next.
"RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" The school bell at Lincoln National High school rang as the last day of school has ended. And to end the school year officially, Mike was hosting a party at his parent's mansion. Almost everyone in seventh grade was there. And the party was going to last all night because Mike's parents are out of town so they can party for two days even if they wanted to. All the students are clearing out their lockers and leaving school and are getting ready to go to Mike's party. "So Amy, who's gonna be your date tonight huh? Or are you going to go solo like some loser." Samantha asked Amy as they were walking down the hallway for the last time. "No, I'm not going solo again. I asked Toby earlier and he said sure. What about you Sammy, you going alone tonight?" Amy asked Samantha as they were leaving the school and walking home, which is around two blocks from there. "No, I have a date tonight. I'm going with Pete. He's gonna pick me up in his new mustang."
As they were chatting, they spotted Denise running towards them. "Guys, wait up! You could have at least waited for me until you could leave." Denise said while catching her breathe. "Its not our fault you move so slowly. That's why your always late." Amy complains while fidgeting her legs a bit. None of them knows but she hasn't used the restroom since lunch which was four hours ago. Denise needed to go too. But she hasn't used it since this morning. "So Denise, your going with your boyfriend tonight?" Samantha asked while starting to feel the need to go. "Yeah. Mike invited me before he could even invite anyone else. Anyways, I need to get home now. The party is in an hour and I need to get ready. See you two later." Denise parted ways with the two and started walking to her house.
Denise took a shower and got changed but she hasn't been able to use the toilet because she was in such a rush. She wore her new clothes she got the other day. She wore a white skater skirt with a light blue blouse and pink cotton panties with a small ribbon in the front. She wore blue sneakers and white socks reaching to her knees. A few minutes later, Mike picked her up at her house in his corvette. When they arrived at Mike's mansion, more people started showing up. She had already drank three cups as she walks around in search of a bathroom. But the two she have entered was occupied. She spotted Samantha leaving a room. She was wearing Light Blue Skinny Jeans and a silver shirt and cyan sneakers. Samantha challenged Denise to a game of beer pong by the pool. Samantha was good at this from the start. She already got five out of fifteen while Denise had only landed two on Samantha. Denise started to feel more desperate to pee but she doesn't want anybody to know. Especially Samantha which she would broadcast her need to everybody.
It was tied with only one cup each. As Denise took the shot, it missed the cup by an inch. When Samantha shot her ball,it went right to the cup. Forcing Denise to drink it. That made have to go really bad. She excused herself to look for Mike when she really needed to look for a vacant restroom. The first one she entered there was vomit in the toilet. The other one there was someone in the tub drinking alcohol. Denise was really getting desperate now. When she saw Amy enter the room Samantha was in earlier. She followed her in there and she was suddenly tackled. She tried to scream but she was ballgaged. Next thing she knew she was already tied up, really desperate to pee, and a video camera in front of her. Across the room she saw Amy Tied up and ballgaged too. Seeing how she was fidgeting made Denise think she needed to go too. There was a camera in front of her also but she was blindfolded. She was wearing a black mini skirt and a red blouse and high heels. Denise was then blindfolded by someone.
Denise focuses on not wetting herself but the noise of running water was making it worse. She then hears Amy crying. Then she also heard like someone was peeing. She then realized that Amy had already pissed herself She felt sorry for Amy but made her more uncomfortable, making it even harder to hold her pee.. Someone entered the room and saw Amy but din't see her because she was in a corner of the room. She heard that person freeing Amy and removing her ballgag. She realized that it could be either Samantha or Toby. After Amy finished crying they soon leave the room, leaving her behind.
She hears someone else enter the room. She has high hopes that it could be Mike. But when the blindfold was removed, she saw Samantha. "Aww look at that. Does little Denise need to use the little girls room? Does the sound of water make you peeeeeeee? Are those beers you drank earlier making you feel to release? Are you going to wet yourself?" Samantha keeps talking in a babyish tone. That made Denise really need to go. She then felt a stream of pee escape her bladder. This triggered her the try to cross her legs but she can't. Samantha then starts to tickle her, making Denise pee a little more. She has a wet spot with a size of a tennis ball. Samantha then makes sure that camera is positioned to capture her every move. "Smile to the camera baby girl!", Samantha said to her while fixing the camera angle. She then starts to take pictures of Denise fidgeting.
Samantha starts to tickle her again in hopes that she might wet herself this time. She then makes sure that all the faucets in the restroom inside are running. This made Denise need to go even more. This is it. She was at her absolute limit. Thinking what could happen if she pissed herself. At her age, she could be humiliated, just like Amy. If Amy gets to be humiliated, at least she won't be alone. Denise started to pee herself, crying and sobbing two. She just pissed herself at a party for twelveth graders. Plus there was a camera capturing everything. "Look at this guys. Little Denise just peed her little skirt and panties what a little kid. Samantha then threw a pocket knife beside Denise. And she said that she should untie herself. When Denise got untied herself and removed her ballgag, she then looks at the damage done. The entire back of her skirt is soaked and her socks are wet.
Before she could leave the room, she heard outside that Amy really din't pee herself and was just faking it so Denise thinks she has someone to be embarrassed with. But he truth is she is alone, wet and embarrassed. She locked the door and climbed down the window, which wasn't really high. She escaped and left the party to avoid the embarrassment she would have to face. She got in a cab and went home. When she was at her house, free from the embarrassment, she locked herself in her room and started crying. She later realizes that Samantha posted the video online, with everyone to see. She later receives a voice mail from Mike. "Denise, what have they done to you? What did they do. I promise iI will do anything to get back at them. I want to help you get past this. Please call me back." At that moment, Denise moved to a different school in a different state. Planning her move against Amy and Samantha.
To Be Continued.... |
Hey guys, I'm back with a new fictional story. So it is about two girls from college who always tease one another to wet themselves. It's basically like a competition to see who can hold it the longest. From being desperate in class to holding on long trips, you will surely enjoy these desperation stories. Hope you guys enjoy and comment for any more ideas in the future, follow for more content like this and enjoy.
"Shit, I woke up late again. It's 8:20, classes start in 10 minutes." Amy woke after hearing her alarm clock. She went to the kitchen to prepare coffee and get donuts from her fridge. She went to the bathroom to have a quick shower, forgetting to use the toilet before leaving. Knowing she will be late if she does pee now, she dresses in her maroon shirt and white jacket and her signature red skirt and sneakers. She takes her mug with coffee and a few donuts and rushes to get to school on time.
She left her dorm and with 5 minutes left before class starts. She wishes she could just go to afternoon classes but her course only have classes in the morning. Along the way, she met up with her best friend Samantha. "Hey Amy! Let me guess, you woke up late again din't you?" Samantha was wearing a light blue long sleeve shirt and skinny jeans with a pair of Nike. "Yup, stupid alarm went off at 8:20 not 7:20. I'm getting a new clock after classes." Amy replied to Samantha while sipping from her coffee and finishing her donut.
Luckily she din't arrive late today. She took a seat beside her friend. As the lecture was starting, Amy had finished drinking her coffee and started taking notes for her upcoming exam. Half an hour through the lecture, she felt a twinge in her bladder. She had to use the restroom, but she knows that she won't be able to because her professor doesn't let anyone leave because the lessons are so hard to understand. So she knows she has to wait about an hour and a half until she could use the restroom. "How hard can holding pee in bee?" Amy asked to herself confidently while taking notes.
Another half hour later she was starting to get worried that she might not be able to make it. But if she asks her professor if she can use the restroom, not only will she be told she can't because there is to much at stake for her grades but her classmates would start to tease her and make it even worse. She tried to distract herself but she has to focus on their lesson. Unfortunately their lesson was about climate, specifically rainy weather. They were discussing on how much water is detected by a rain gauge in every cyclone by its wind speed, movement and stuff like that. This made her even desperate and started fidgeting under her desk. Luckily the bottom of the desks were blocked and Samantha was listening to her headphones, as usual.
30 minutes was left until the class ended, Amy got desperate and desperate to relieve herself. Until Samantha noticed her fidgetting underneath her desk. "You alright Amy? You seem to be fidgeting and crossing your legs a lot." Samantha asked. Amy blushed a little but she denied her question. "Yes I'm just fine. Now be quiet, I need to pee... I mean finish my notes." Amy cursed herself silently but Samantha now knows her predicament. She always teases her every time she needed to use the restroom. "Ah, on I'll stay quiet. But whatever you do, don't think of water falls or rivers or running water or open faucets or rain." Samantha keep teasing her. Amy closed her ears so she won't have to listen to Samantha's verbal torture.
About 15 minutes left, Samantha started tickling Amy, but she made sure she wouldn't be noticed by their professor or they will both get in trouble. "How do you like this Amy? Now you know how it is to hold it all in that pee." Samantha continues to tickle Amy. She tickled her belly, her elbows, and her chest. "NO! PLEASE STOP IT!" Amy din't want to yell or she will get the attention of her classmates and her professor. Samantha stopped tickling her, and Amy felt her pink panties get soiled a bit. She leaked and marked a size of a golf ball. She crossed her legs until classes end and she did. Amy packed up her things and headed straight to her dorm.
Amy had to walk 10 minutes to reach her dorm. She had to run to school to get there on time. Before she was about to cross the street, somebody called her. "Hey Amy! It's me. Samantha said you wanna join us today. Let's go together." It was Toby, her lifelong crush since third grade. She remembered Samantha telling her they were going to the new Starbucks in their campus today and asked her if she wants to join them. Amy had two choices, back out from hanging out with her crush and head to her dorm so she could relieve herself or join them and hold back all that pee she was holding since last night. Of course she joined her crush and went to Starbucks, putting her need at risk.
Amy walked behind everyone, so she could stop and hold it if she feels it was going to burst. She must have stopped about 3 or 4 times. But Samantha caught her and called her out. "Hey Amy you okay back there?" Everyone turned around to check on her. "Yes I'm just fine. Nothing to see here. I just got a bit dizzy." Amy cursed Samantha in her mind and uncrossed her legs. "Here, walk with me. I'll make sure you'll be fine." Toby replied to Amy and walked beside her. Because of this Amy couldn't cross her legs or Toby would catch her crossing her legs.
They arrived at Starbucks and all of them ordered a drink. Everyone waited for their drinks to be ready. And being a new Starbucks at their campus, there are lots of people at this new place. So they have to wait a long time until their drinks are ready. Amy however wasn't doing very well. She was fighting from peeing herself in front of a lot of people and Toby. She can't imagine wetting herself at her age and in public. Their drinks were ready 30 minutes later. Amy was crossing her legs as she drank her frappe. As soon she finished her drink, she excused herself and headed to her dorm.
Along the way, a stream escaped from her panties. Her legs got moist from the stream of pee, leaving behind a small puddle of pee. She got desperate and desperate and feeling she was going to wet herself. Thinking she was not going to make it, she heads to the park and searches for a bush where she could relieve herself there. She searched for a bush with lots of privacy and no one will be able to spot her. While searching, she leaked again and a stream came down her legs. Her panties are now wet and a pee stain a size of a tennis ball.
She found a bush that is far from the path where she could pee herself. She hid behind it and put her wet panties down. As the pee was about to come out, she heard a voice. She saw Toby coming to her. She quickly pulled up her panties and stopped the flow with every muscle she can. "Amy you okay there?" Toby asked her in front of the bush, looking worried. "Yeah, I'm fine. My shoelaces were untied." She replied while holding back her pee with all her might. "Well why were you behind that bush?" He asked her and Amy taught of making a excuse or tell him the truth. "Uh my money flew of behind this bush. So I grabbed it." She bent down and took a money from one of her skirt's small pockets and showed it to him. "Oh OK. You had me worried there. Anyways you left these keys back at the café." He replied and gave it to Amy. "Thanks. These were the keys to my dorm. I would have been locked out if it wasn't for you. Thanks a lot." She thanked him while stopping another stream escape. "Okay. See you around."
She waited for him to leave but she was to late. Her bladder gave up. The damn had finally burst. A puddle of pee quickly formed underneath her. Her panties got dampened and her red skirt got darkened. She fell to the ground and started sobbing. "What have I done? Peeing myself at this age. What is wrong with me?" Before she could be seen by anyone else, she made a dash to a public washroom to clean herself up. She waited until no one is around so she could get to her dorm quickly. She arrived at her dorm without anyone seeing her or her wet bottom. Just as she was about to enter her dorm, Samantha caught her. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? A college student wet herself. How ashame." Samantha said teasing her and taking a photo of Amy and her wet bottom "Stop it ok. You and I are even." She said begging to samantha to stop taking pictures. "No way! I'm keeping these as blackmail. Now smile for the picture!" Amy went inside before Samantha can take anymore pictures. "I'll come back one day and you will be sorry!" Amy said to herself while cursing Samantha.
TO BE CONTINUED... |
"Lines suck." Concise and clear, Emi Yusa's complaint rung true. Granted, the three girls should have expected and prepared for this kind of waiting. Their day was going to be at an amusement park, on the day of a bunch of rides opening. Crowds were inevitable, so why come, besides fun? For very similar reasons, actually: to see Sadao Maou. Emi Yusa and Suzuno Kamazuki, both heralding from the fantasy world of Ente Isla where Maou ruled as the King of Demons, wanted to ensure he was behaving himself. Chiho Sasaki, his MgRonald's coworker, just wanted to see him on his day transferred out here. And maybe let him see some of her. The girls were in swimsuits, after all.
And what were they in line for? A fun and exciting attraction? No, there'd be no need for annoyance if the wait had a payoff. This was the worst kind of hold-up, the one just to answer a human need, the line for the bathroom. With all the people here, of course it was long and slow. "You said it, Emi," Chiho nervously agreed. "And I'd really like to get in there soon."
"Emi, good Chiho, there exists another solution to our predicament that will free us from this tiresome queue and allow us to resume our merrymaking," Suzuno offered. It was not difficult to tell she was the new migrant, far less used to Japan and its language especially.
"Oh yeah? And what do you suggest," Emi prodded.
"If you take the time to observe our surroundings, or recall our experiences at the fair thus far, you will conclude there are many examples of densely packed flora that would serve us well in this moment of need."
The olde-timey speak needed a second to translate into normal human words, but Chiho got the gist of it pretty quick. "You want us to go behind the bushes?"
"Yes, humans have done so since the beginning of our species. I understand you are accustomed to the convenience of your indoor plumbing, but this remains a viable alternative-"
"Look, I get the basic idea of what you're getting at," Emi interjected. "But the fact is that plan is full of holes. First off, that's really meant for out in the middle of nowhere, where you're either alone or only with people who understand not to mention it again. Between all the crowds and the security cameras, we'd be remarkably likely to be caught. And that's a bad thing, besides being embarrassing beyond belief, it's also illegal here. Finally, I think you're making assumptions about what we intend to do in the bathroom."
"Um, well, I just need to pee," Chiho admitted.
"I also have no desire beyond urination," Suzuno seconded, with far less shame.
"...okay, so we're all on the same page with that. But my earlier points stand, we're not doing it." Emi wanted to stand by that, but truth was, she was nervous. She had to pee just as bad as the other girls, and quite frankly, she was ever so slightly tempted by Suzuno's proposal. Emilia the Hero in the other world, she had some slight experience answering nature's call in the many open fields and plains that adorned Ente Isla, though not much. She had usually worn armor, a real pain to remove, so her options were more usually accept an accident or hold it. Often choosing the latter had left her with a strong bladder, the reason she could refuse the offer at all.
"Well, we need to figure something out," Chiho reminded. "This line hasn't moved in, like, 10 minutes." She may have been exaggerating, but it was a complaint that all three had noticed. Ladies' room lines always took forever, but this was ridiculous, they'd be here forever if they kept at it, assuming their bodies lasted that long. Another solution, preferably one that wouldn't involve demeaning themselves so far, would be needed.
"Well, we should put it to a vote. Do you want to keep waiting, look for another bathroom in the hopes it'll be easier, or go back to the attractions if we can manage?" Emi raised her own hand. "Things should be calmer in an hour or so, and I can probably manage that if we don't get too intense. You think you can do that, Chi?"
"Uh, I really don't know...I'd really rather keep waiting, not give it the chance to get too bad." To accentuate her point, the high schooler began bouncing on her heels, though it only succeeded in distracting her friends with the more prominent bounces it caused, something ready to pop out of her bikini.
"If you won't accept simply using the shrubbery, then my subsequent request would be that we return to the water division of this fair and use that."
"No, I hear they put a chemical in the pools that makes the water turn a color if you pee in it," Chiho warned.
"If, perchance, said rumors are true, then it may be better for us to use the showers to the same end result."
Emi could only groan at Suzuno's constant, all terrible suggestions. "What's your obsession with us peeing someplace weird?"
"I simply have no desire to continue with this ordeal, and I have no apprehension about voiding myself outside proper receptacles."
"Well, unless you've also got no problems with being held by park security, you're not doing anything like that." Emi grabbed Suzuno's arm and dragged her out of line. "We're going somewhere else."
Chiho wasn't being pulled away, and she looked between her party leaving and the remaining line. "I really want to stay..." But, if she didn't stay with the group, there was a chance she'd never find them again without their phones on their persons, so she left what probably remained their best chance of relief behind.
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As they should have expected and planned for, every one of the bathrooms (at least the ones they had the energy to check) were busy, and none of them had any signs of easing up. Even the men lines were long, so that was also a non-option, even with the redhead hero's tentative plan to summon a Sacred Sword and force out any inhabitants.
The search had one hell of a negative impact on each of them. At the current moment, Chiho was dancing and shaking, seconds away from going all-in on grabbing her crotch. Suzuno wasn't making any giveaway movements, but she was blushing and playing with her ponytail in her hands. Emi, as the adult of the team, was looking the most normal, comparatively, but that didn't mean much. She was in that awkward state of hiding her desperation to not draw attention to herself, that it looked even more obvious just how much she was dying.
"Okay, let me ask, because we might have different answers this time. Do we have any interest in listening to Suzuno now?" Emi raised her own hand, and Chiho nervously followed.
Suzuno folded her arms over her chest, crossing her legs at the same time. "While I am pleased that you can be made to see reason, your hesitation has cost us dearly. I once again implore you to make note of our surroundings. If you do so, you will come to the conclusion that we left the grounds with discretion in your hunt. We are also a long distance from the water park, so my earlier proposals are now of no use."
Chiho's head darted around to look at everything, only giving each individual piece of the scenery a millisecond to process. And she could only come to the conclusion that Suzuno was correct. "So what's your next idea?"
"I would most likely relieve myself in this beach costume when it reaches a point where I could either no longer contain myself, or where no one bears witness. Whichever arrives first."
Suzuno had it lucky with her bathing suit. Both Emi and Chiho wore bikinis, primarily cyan and orange, respectively, light colors that would show wetness easily. Suzuno, meanwhile, had a dark blue one piece school swimisuit, no one would ever know if she did it, so long as no one was looking when she did it.
So now the objective was nothing more than finding a secluded area, a real easy feat when the whole place was packed. There was virtually no chance any or all of them would last long enough, wandering more to find anything spot that fit their rapidly diminishing standards. They would need just the perfect thing right in front of them, and they just might have it; a large, dilapidated mansion they were gathered around the front gates to.
"Hey, that's the haunted mansion attraction," Chiho pointed out. "They might have a bathroom inside!"
"I don't know..." Emi, concerned, looked over the building. "Three girls that need to pee in a scary mansion just seems like a recipe for disaster."
"If it indeed houses a commode, I am willing to risk the anxiety." Suzuno was up for it, at least.
Emi and Chiho looked between each other as Suzuno ran ahead, towards the entrance. "Do you think you stand a chance inside," the older woman asked.
"Well...Suzuno is right. If it does have a bathroom, we need to take the chance. There's nothing for us out here, after all."
"'If?' You're the one who brought it up in the first place."
"I've never been in a haunted house before, I don't know exactly what's inside. But even if there's nothing, it'll at least be dark and probably empty. You know...in case."
"...all right. If you think so, Chi, I'm in, too." Emi took Chiho's hand, and they entered the evil residence.
Not long after they entered, the hero was the first to decide this new course of action was a mistake. The halls were dark, the only visibility provided by strategic and dim red ambient lights. The wooden architecture was purposefully broken and dirty, it looked like it had been abandoned for at least a century. Emi felt uneasy, which meant the designers had done their jobs, but it was not what she needed right now. "Okay Chiho, let's say there is a bathroom in here. Where do you think it would be?"
"Well...since there wasn't one at the entrance, maybe there'll be one at the exit, like a reward for not wetting ourselves."
"So we'd need to survive this whole creepy thing," Emi confirmed, "and I've got that pit in my stomach that tells me the scares won't be limited to atmosphere." She tugged on the open flaps on the front of the jacket she was still wearing to hide further in the clothing.
"Another possibility has occurred to me," Suzuno offered.
Emi sighed. "Yeah, great, all your previous ones have done us so much good."
"Criticism will not solve anything. This building is constructed to resemble traditional living quarters, correct? Depending on how accurate the recreation is, there may be a water closet included."
"Yeah, but if it was just for decoration, it wouldn't be connected to plumbing of any kind." Chiho's eyes widened, as she grabbed her crotch and started jogging in place. "Ohhhh, but I might just use it anyway."
That was the final point Emi needed, they were just about out of time now. No backing down now, their only chance was to continue deeper into the blackness. "Okay, whatever may meet us ahead, we march. This is not the time to fall to cowardice, not with our objective in sight!" This was the kind of speech she would give to raise the morale of troops going into battle, because she considered this fight of similar weight. She was prepared to be the strong hero, a tough demeanor that lasted a couple steps before she stepped on a loose, creaking floorboard. Then she was tightly holding Chiho's hand, the other resting on the front of her bathing suit.
Further traversal left all the girls tense. Not only was there a choking air of distress chilling them to the bone, but each of them were afraid they might lose it if they moved too much or too loose. Aside from yelps of terror to match the existing ones adding to the experience, there were also occasional gasps of shock whenever a tiny bit of pee found its way out of their bodies. The swimsuits were absorbing them for now, but that wouldn't last forever. In fact, if the building was better illuminated, it would already be slightly visible on Emi and Chiho.
As their walks grew ever stiffer, their grips down below becoming serious, one of them finally stopped. It kind of made sense that it would be Suzuno, given she had the smallest body, but she had also been the most stoic up to this point. "I firmly request we halt here."
"We really don't have any time to waste, Suzuno," Emi hastily reminded. "Is this really important?"
"It is indeed. Regardless of our next actions, I will be unintentionally urinating. As you can imagine, I would like to undress before that happens." She didn't even bother finding a corner or anything, she just began pulling her arms out of the shoulder straps one at a time, keeping her legs pressed tightly together to free up both hands, at last bobbing up and down. Finally, she looked nervous.
"B-but, do you have to do it in front of us," Chiho angrily called, completely giving in to the potty dancing instinct.
"Quite honestly, I doubt my ability to contain myself any longer. Besides, we are all female, are we not? Is it not customary for women to use the lavatory together?" That much was stated in her usual inflections, but she soon dropped to a low mutter. "And, given the environment, I would much prefer we not separate."
"And you really can't hold out any longer?! It's an emergency for all of us, if you start, we're done for!" But Emi's pleading fell on deaf ears, Suzuno had already let her swimsuit fall to her ankles, as she assumed a squatting position. And soon enough, the loud spray of water commenced, splattering against the wood with a splitting echo.
For once, Suzuno dropped her antiquated dialect. "Oooh that feels much better...I couldn't have lasted any longer." She was very close to reverting back to Ente Islan language, with the new lack of caring.
She may have been calm and mellow now, but the other girls were most certainly not. The sound of Suzuno's bladder emptying was not only making theirs remind of its current state, but force their contents out. One of them was peeing, that meant the other two were going to do the same. But they weren't going down without a fight. Chiho went down on her knees, trembling, while Emi vigorously cradled her hands between her thighs.
The pink-haired student let out a series of high-pitched grunts. "Emi...I can't hold it any more..."
"Yeah...me too, I'm losing it...You planning to stop anytime soon?!"
Suzuno barely heard that over her waterfall. "O-oh, I apologize, Emi. I'm no longer in control!"
"Great, just great..." She closed her eyes in an attempt to focus on holding. If she could manage until Suzuno emptied, that would be her only chance. She prayed she was strong enough for that. It was a battle now, but the field was stable, she just needed the defenses to last.
They had just chosen a bad location to hunker down, there were never moments of rest in haunted houses. The first indication was the clicking above and behind them, instantly causing Suzuno's bladder to seize and halt. Something bad was coming, and she prepared by redressing quickly. "W-what was that?"
"S-something bad..." Chiho snuggled closer to Emi, choking and squeaking. "We need to get out of here!" The others nodded and ran together in the opposite direction from the noise. Over the sounds of their own footsteps, that clicking picked up in speed, approaching their position. Now they were sure, something was chasing them.
"What is that?!" Right now, Emi wasn't sure if it was just a part of the scenery, or if it was something from Ente Isla, it could very well be either. The only surprising thing was that she never once entertained the thought this was Satan's doing, not when he was busy at work.
With all the various noises, it was difficult to tell whether they were successfully gaining distance on their pursuer. It was still audible behind them, but it did cease. Not in a slow fade, but suddenly, like it just stopped chasing them. "Did we successfully evade capture," Suzuno panted, resuming holding herself. She may have gotten some relief, but stopping short did not leave her feeling okay.
They all took the time to stop, catch their breaths, and secure their leaking bladders, some worse than others. "Okay...it's quiet now..." Emi looked around, possibly for signs of the attacker, or maybe just for witnesses. "I gotta do the same thing, Suzuno." She hooked her thumbs on the waistband of her bikini, ready to make this floor her toilet.
That's when an interruption sprung down. Not another guest, but something unidentified. In the dim lighting, all they could make out was that it was hanging from the ceiling, it wasn't quite human, and it had a very long tongue. Most importantly, it shrieked, it was loud and it was terrifying. All three girls responded by screaming and grabbing each other for support. Even for a hero that had fought demons, this might have been the most frightening thing she had ever seen.
Paralyzed from fear, the girls could do nothing. Nothing except finally wetting themselves, all three of them. It wasn't very loud with all the speed it lost from snaking down their legs, but it was warm and disgusting. Also, with all three of them bunched together, their pee pooled together beneath them, and occasionally intersecting onto each other. Good thing none of them were in a state to be grossed out by it.
With three people contributing, the pool of urine grew fast, even with the amount slipping between the floorboards, basically all of their lower halves were getting soaked. At least their jackets were out of harm's way and their clothes were meant to be wet, but they still peed themselves, and for nothing. Once the shock wore off, Emi looked at the motionless object that had terrified them seconds prior. "It's a decoration! What sicko thought this up?!"
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Ensuring no one had witnessed their shame, the trio escaped the building as fast as possible. And, after being blinded by the sudden sunlight upon their exit, all confirmed they were visibly wet, legs and swimsuits glistening. Now, they were taking the time to recuperate on a bench, out of focus. "It would have been better if we had just gone behind a bush before," Chiho admitted. Emi and Suzuno nodded, keeping their heads down in depression.
"I would have liked to keep my kimono. Past experience shows it hides loss in bladder control very well." Sulking in silence, Suzuno sudden perked up with a realization, and she leaned over in Emi's direction to whisper in her ear. "I just recalled, I had intentions to study this attraction. The devil coming to a location with a building designed to cause fear appeared too suspicious."
"He can do whatever he wants with that fear, there's no way I'm going back in. How far to the showers to wash off?"
"Far," Chiho sighed.
"And the pools?"
"Far, too." Now all three sighed as their heads fell. They'd be seen, no question.
What a turn of events for a sacred hero, a church investigator, and a fast food worker. Or, less specifically, three adults or close enough to it, both were just as embarrassing. "I hate this," all three grumbled in unison. |
I know guys. "Well, jeez! It took you long enough!" And it really did. If you haven't read the first Dishonored 2 story I wrote, you don't have to to understand this one and it's not all that great, so whatever... but if you want, I'll put a link right here. Anyways, without further ado, let's get into it!
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Emily had been trapped in Kirin Jindosh’s mansion for a very long time. As annoyed as she was at her lack of ability to find her way to her target (or even out of the house), she was even more annoyed with another predicament. She had foolishly pulled a lever almost as soon as she came in to escape the clockwork soldiers that Jindosh had sent after her, and she had no idea how to get out. The space was cramped and she was starting to ache all over from being bent over to fit… and for another reason, a reason she refused to let herself think about.
Emily had been trapped in the space between the inventor’s walls for quite some time, and in the cramped space, she had gone from uncomfortable to desperate to positively bursting and her bladder showed no signs of stopping. She stopped her incredibly slow progress to squeeze her crotch and shuffle in place for a moment before resuming at a snail’s pace. She gritted her teeth together and stopped once more, dropping to her knees to get into a more comfortable position. Taking advantage of her new stance, she leaned back slightly and jammed her heel tightly into her crotch. The new move offered her only a moment of respite before another wave of desperation sent her hands flying to join her heel in her attempts to hold back her- No! Don’t think about it! That will only make it worse.
After a few seconds, her desperation subsided and she returned to her crouched position and began to walk forward again… if you can call this walking. I’m practically crawling. Emily thought angrily. I’ll never reach a toilet like this… shaking her head, she stopped again, steeling herself for the next few steps. Her feet scraped noisily against the floor and she cringed, praying no clockworks could hear her. If they knew where she was, she’d never get out of here- not alive, at least.
Emily looked around, sighing quietly. Still no way out… she thought, exasperated. Another wave of desperation drove her to her knees and her hands into her crotch. She rocked back and forth, silently begging her bladder to let her stay dry. It complied… almost. A tiny squirt of urine leaked into her panties and she gasped as the warm wetness dribbled down to her bottom. The feeling of the droplets warming her underwear worsened her desperation for several seconds and she could feel wave after wave of hot pee battering the dam that was her weakening bladder muscles. Another small squirt leaked, then another, longer, squirt. She could feel her control slipping. She was certain that the pee was visible on her pants, however slightly. She ground her teeth together, tensing everything in her body, trying desperately to keep from peeing anymore, but her control was slipping away. She could hardly contain herself, but after a moment, the pressure finally subsided. She opened her eyes, unclenched her jaw and assessed the damage.
A small wet patch about the size of a coin was visible on her tan pants. If she had any more leaks like that, she would be completely soaked. She shook her head irritably and vowed to find herself a bathroom before that happened. All she had to do was find a way out of this damned crawl space, or simply somewhere that it opened up. That would make holding it easier.
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Seriously, how is anyone supposed to find their way out of here?! No exit nor taller room had made an appearance since she wished for one nearly ten minutes ago, and Emily was trying to keep calm, but her bladder was distracting her. No further leaks had occurred, but she had gone from a snail’s pace to a literal crawl. From her new position on her hands and knees, she could snap her hands to her bladder in a single second… but her progress had slowed even more and her mobility was at a minimum as well. If a clockwork soldier made its way down here, she was doomed.
She doubted that would happen, however, and, at the moment, she was very much interested in the idea of staying as dry as she could, so she diverted her attention to that. The area she was in right now was very thin and long, but she was nearing the end of it. She prayed that around the corner would be an open space or a way out… but she knew it was unlikely. She had been down here a while with nothing of the sort and her hopes were all but gone.
Emily was almost to the corner when another tidal wave of desperation hit her out of nowhere. She yanked her hands out from under her and jammed them into her crotch, clamping her legs together around them, and clenched as hard as she could. Her butt, thrust up in the air by her holding tactic, wiggled back and forth as she attempted to keep from wetting her pants. It was no use, though, and she knew it as soon as the first squirt sprayed from her. She could feel it spread across her butt and the warmth made her desperation double. Another long squirt escaped her. She was in utter disbelief- she was on the verge of wetting herself like a little girl! Another, slightly smaller squirt escaped her. She could feel her control slipping away. The next one could hardly be called a squirt, as it continued for several seconds before she got control of it. She felt the hot liquid run down to the middle of her right thigh before being fully absorbed by her pants. She was on the very edge of a full on accident.
One of her hands balled into a fist as the other jammed all its fingers into her pee-hole in an attempt to stimmy the flow, but despite her efforts, she felt another small squirt shoot between her fingers, dripping off them and running up her arm. She tensed her muscles for one last stand, and, to her surprise, managed to end the waves of desperation for a moment and stop the flow. Maybe the escape of some pee had lessened the pressure on her bladder. She sat up slowly, but this time she didn’t look at her pants. She knew that she had made quite the mess, but she wanted to see what was around this corner before she gave up completely.
Gripping herself tightly and willing her aching bladder to keep from releasing anymore, she crawled the last few inches to the corner and peeked carefully around. To her amazement and relief, she saw a switch, undoubtedly one that would move the house again and bring her back to the surface. She crawled frantically over to it, ignoring the protests from her bladder, and pulled it without hesitation. She waited in anticipation for the noises that meant the house was moving around again, the smiled happily when she heard them.
She was about to turn and see where the movement was occurring when she felt something touch her back just above her (now very wet) bottom. The start caused her bladder to leak slightly, but she held back most of it and turned her head to look at what was now pressing down on her rather hard. To her great displeasure, she saw the floor, coming down from the room above and attempting to settle directly on top of her lower half. She rolled over quickly and began to back away from it, but the floor was quicker.
It closed the gap between where her back had been and the place where her swollen belly was now with alarming speed, pushing down lightly before she could even begin to move out of the way. She attempted to pull herself free of the moving floor with her arms, but the fit was already too snug and getting worse. All she managed to do was move a couple inches, putting her bladder directly under the floor. It pushed down harder, pressing like a cruel hand against her bursting bladder. Pressing harder and harder, it was all she could do to get her hands under the crushing floor and pull, but it was no use. The floor pushed down more, finally tight enough to squeeze some urine from her aching bladder. She pulled hard, but it pushed harder, smashing her belly against the floor, squeezing her tighter and tighter, forcing her bladder empty like a servant wringing out a wet rag. She pulled again, but the floor lurched, crushing her, now painfully. She yelped, then cried out. This will be the end of me. I can’t believe it. She thought, angry with herself in spite of the pain. Killed because I had to pee too bad to stand up straight.
Then, suddenly, it stopped. The floor stopped its descent and started upwards again. Emily was thankful, but confused, until she heard the mechanical voice of a clockwork soldier, yammering about audio detection playback. As soon as the floor had ascended high enough, she squirmed out from underneath it, her bladder sloshing, still plenty full of liquid. Ignoring the protests and the thin stream of pee still leaking from her, she climbed through the (now closing) gap onto the floor above, only to find a clockwork soldier staring at her. She drew her sword without hesitation and blocked as the clockwork swung its blades at her. It overheated and Emily took the opportunity to quickly lop off one of its arms. It cooled off and returned to functionality, swinging at Emily, who nimbly hopped aside, another jet of pee leaking from her. She whined softly, but refocused herself as the clockwork soldier approached again. This time, she simply threw down a stun mine and waited. The mechanical creature walked over it without a second thought and immediately shut down. Emily leapt aside as the soldier exploded into sparks and scraps.
She collapsed to her knees, exhausted and desperate. She stuffed her hands into her crotch to stem the oncoming flow, but a jet of pee still shot through her hands, glistening as it soaked her pants further. It’s okay, though. She thought hopefully. This isn’t a total accident yet. I can still make it. I just have to… Her train of thought was derailed as another squirt of hot pee escaped her, wetting her bottom. She gripped herself harder, determined to stop the flow until she could find a toilet. She was so close. She knew it. All she had to do was hold it a little longer. She forced herself to stop squirting and got to her feet.
She saw a door, the one that led the way Kirin Jindosh had gone immediately after introducing himself. She tried it, only to find it locked to her dismay. She squealed as her bladder made its discomfort known again, but it stopped short of a leak this time. She turned to go down the hallway she had seen earlier, the one that led to the waiting area, but, to her horror, found it blocked off by a wall of light. She did a small pee dance, but her control was slipping. Another spurt of pee shot from her, wetting her pants down to the knee. She turned in a slow circle, trying to find somewhere to go that may have a toilet, but she couldn’t. The stairs were blocked off by the shifting of the room, the only door in sight locked and the only other exit from the room blocked by a wall of light.
She whimpered again, grabbing herself and hopping from foot to foot. This can’t be happening! She begged and pleaded with her bladder, but still she could not contain herself. Her hopes had been dashed. What other chance was there to find a toilet now? And, if she couldn’t, why bother holding it anymore? She could find somewhere to squat and pee, avoiding any further damage to her pants, but it was too late. She hunched over and tensed up, but a squirt of pee escaped her, then another and another. She knew she couldn’t hold it any longer. Another, longer squirt shot out of her, then the next, too long to be called a squirt, soaked her pants to the middle of her shin. She tried one last time to hold it, but after a moment, she gave up. The pee squirts became a stream, then a river, then gushed like a burst dam, soaking her pants, spreading across her butt, puddling on the floor. She fell to her knees, her face beet red and only getting redder when she heard the splash she made in her own puddle. She shook her head and sighed, but nearly choked when the smell entered her nostrils- that of her failure to hold it, of her pee.
She supposed this was fine. She could face more clockwork soldiers with wet pants. It wasn’t like they knew the difference between a wet foe and a dry one. There were, however, human guards in the mansion as well… ones that would take great amusement or great disgust in seeing her pants sopping wet. Just one more reason not to get caught. She rose slowly, embarrassed of her accident, but still determined to rescue Sokolov and kill Jindosh. There was no way he would survive her blade after causing something like this.
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Okay, there you have it. I know I got a little longwinded again, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this and I hope everybody enjoys reading it as well. If you did, leave a comment, maybe let me know if you'd like to see more (although I hope not, because that would require me to play more of the game) or see me write about something else. I can probably write about most video games and animes... if you're into that sort of thing. If you didn't like it, feel free to tell me why. Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you liked it. |
It was a dark, humid night in the valley where Kiku Usamari's clan resided, the decent-sized abode being the only thing visible for malms. Oil lanterns glowed through the opaque windows, illuminating the dark jungle outside. It had rained mere bells ago, and still the water dripped off the roof faintly. Inside, it was mostly quiet, the family having settled into their rooms for the eve.
In one of the rooms, Kiku sat on her bed. A long kiseru pipe rested on a stand next to her, whispey smoke coming from the bowl as the kizami inside smoldered. The young au ra laying on the bed laid her book down, leaning over to the mouthpiece and taking a long pull. After a few moments, she pulled away and exhaled the smoke, reveling in the taste and scent. Her family chastised her for the habit, much like other things they didn't deem 'ladylike'... such as her training with the samurai sword. But to the seven hells with them, she thought. She was the master of her own destiny! Not her clan! Giving a huff, she lifted the book again, and continued reading. A romance novel, in her native tongue of course.
Kiku was, of course, beautiful; Pale skin, with the slightest tinge of pink from her time in the sun. Deep, dark hair highlighted with purple from natural dyes on the tips. Her hair pulled up into a ponytail on her head. Her body had started to develop some lithe muscle, but (Much to her displeasure) she retained her ample bosom and rump. Scales on her body could be found in beautiful designs; Her face abdomen, arms and legs tinged with the pearl-colored platelets that symbolized the Raen. Her tail, covered in smooth scales as well, was long and slender, reaching just below the knee when she stood.
After a time, Kiku felt her bladder twinge. She had been training herself to hold it, hoping to develop a larger capacity than she had in her childhood. A samurai would often have to fight for long bells without a break, so she deemed it important to her training. Still... she was reaching her limit, and she would need to go to sleep soon. So, she stood, carefully smoothing out her red and white yukata. Slipping on a pair of lady's clogs, she opened the door to her room, stepping out into the dim hallway. After taking a few steps, she realized she had to pee quite more intensely than she realized, stopping and crossing her legs before slipping her hands under her yukata to put pressure on the front of her knickers.
"Ooooh, I'm really testing myself this time, it seems..." She mused in Doman, waiting until the pulses in her bladder and pussy faded enough for her to walk. Uncrossing her legs, she continued down the hallway, legs a little closer together now. Her sandals made a thick-thock sound as she shuffled. Rounding the corner, she saw the door leading to the privy, and knew relief was in sight.
Arriving at the screen door, she attempted to slide it open, only for it to stay shut. A feminine voice sounded within: "Not now! The sashimi we had earlier is... not agreeing to me...." It was her older sister, by a mere summer. She was always the more ladylike, so if -she- was willing to voice her discomfort, it must have been dire. Still, Kiku was desperate; "Please, sister, can you step outside for just a moment? I just need to pee! It won't take long, I promise?" The woman inside scoffed, "Go away, Kiku! You fancy yourself such a tough samurai, but you can't control your bladder? If it's so bad, go outside! Dawn-father knows you'd be the one to make water in a bush..."
Kiku groans, trying to open the door again. Still, the wooden latch was stuck tight, and her family would be most cross if she broke it. Turning down the hall, she hurriedly shuffled towards the door leading to the terrace and, to the garden. There was a bush there she could use, right? She had to stop a few times to squeeze her thighs together and willed herself to keep control of herself. She couldn't wet herself... as much as she hated adhering to her family's standards of 'ladylike conduct', she wanted to preserve her dignity... and her smallclothes, they were her favorite white knickers! Arriving at the door, she slid it open, and stepped outside.
The poor au ra woman took no more than a few steps onto the terrace when she felt a sudden wave of desperation hit her. Squeezing her thighs together as tightly as possible, she pressed against her pussy through both the yukata and knickers and let out a whimper. Her violet eyes snapped shut and she began to whimper to herself in doman, "Please no, don't do it, just.... don't..... please.....!" It was all for naught, however; First a small spurt of pee trickled out of her folds. Then another. Quickly, the pressure became to much and, with a soft hiss, her bladder gave out and let forth it's bounty through her pussy against her will. Though she tried to stop it at first, she quickly gave in and let her body do as it will.
As she continued to pee all over herself, she couldn't help but feel relief. She slowly slide down and flopped into her puddle, letting out a sigh as her knickers were filled with a pleasing warmth. Sure, she would have to clean this up, and her smallclothes were surely ruined, but right now, she was taking a small liberty and enjoying the relief and... pleasure that she was feeling. |
I've decided to tack on another story involving Kiku's travels. This one shall take place in the city of Radz-at-Han, the capitol of the middle eastern-like Thavnair. Since it was requested, this one will feature both wetting AND messing, so be warned!
The streets of Radz-at-Han were cramped, hot, and filled with people. The main streets were lined with rickety stalls, and loud merchants peddling various wares. Through the crowd, a small Auri woman moved. Kiku was dressed in a more traditional Thavnairian outfit, featuring a tunic and sash, cinched slops and open-toed sandals. On her hip, her samurai sword hung, cord wrapped around the hilt to secure it in the scabbard. It stood out from the crowd with it's narrower blade in comparison to the thick ones wielded by the locals.
Kiku had loved her visit to the city; the bazaars, the monuments.... Kiku had just left a 'hookah lounge' after a few bells. Her mind was hazy from the smoke, but she had enjoyed herself. She would have stayed longer and enjoyed more of the shishah, but she finally decided it was time to deal with another problem she had been dealing with for the past day and a half....
Radz-at-Han's cuisine was tasty, to be sure. It was different than what she was used to! The rich meats, flavored with spices she had never even heard of abound. However, as tasty as it was, her stomach was not in agreement with this rich new diet. The poor au ra's bowels had not made movement in quite some time, and she was getting rather uncomfortable! However, Thavnair was the center of alchemy... surely there were potion sellers amongsts these merchents, and one of them should have something to help her body do what it needed to do, right?
The first sign of relief came at a large stand. People were coming and going from it, which was a good sign. The owner must have been trusted. However, when she saw that the owner was a man, she stopped short. Normally she would not have minded, but to discuss such a.... taboo thing about her body with a man was still something she was unwilling to do. She contemplated how she would inquire the merchant subtley about a laxative when she spotted a similar, albeit smaller stall nearby. Behind it, an old woman stood smiling. Though she seemed to be getting far less customers, Kiku felt she could talk to this woman about her bodily needs without shame.
Approaching the stall, she offered a small bow, hands at her side. "Greetings, madam. You are an alchemist, yes? I am looking for a solution to a.... problem." She felt a pulse of pressure in her belly, and she brought her hand to it with a wince. The woman smiled sweetly at her, "Oh? Is it that time of the moon, dear? I believe I-" Kiku waved her hands at the woman, "No no! It is not, I assure you. It's just.... this city has a very... strange diet, and my body has been unable to relieve itself of it's burden for a day and a half. The cramps are getting worse, and I'd hoped you would have something to help me?" Even speaking to a fellow woman, Kiku blushed.
The old woman smiled ever wider at her, "Ah, something I can relate to! Let me give you my personal remedy..." She ducked below the stall and, a moment later, rose with a glass vial filled with a milky white liquid. "This potion can help you, dear. However! For you comfort, I recommend you save it until you get back home. It is quite effective!" The au ra took the vial, gazing upon it before slipping it into the satchel. She took a few gil pieces and held it out to the woman. Surpisingly, she took only half. "Keep them, dear. I know the struggle... a woman must maintain her dignity, but we must all do what need be done, hmm?" Kiku nodded, then offered a bow once again. "Domo arigato. Er, thank you, I mean."
Kiku returned home, although she stopped once to refill her waterskin at a well. The day's heat continued to bear down on her, and as she stepped through the door to her room, she had all but emptied it once again. Setting her things down, she withdrew the vial from the satchel, and gazed upon it. How much was she supposed to take? She couldn't tell, but perhaps the woman had given her just enough to help her? Popping the cork, she pressed the vial to her lips and tipped it back. The fluid inside was chalky and sickly sweet, but thankfully wasn't gag-inducing. The old woman at least was considerate of her clients' palettes.
Feeling a twinge in her bladder, she recognized that it was a good time to go to the privy. As she crossed the room, she looked outside, and saw the beautiful sunset, and decided to take but a moment to enjoy it. She knew not how long she would be sitting on the chamber pot, after all. Opening the door, she stepped outside, moving to the railing and looking out over the city. There was a chaos to it, one she had not known at home, but it was beautiful at the same time.
A desert breeze swept across the balcony then, and suddenly the door slammed shut. Kiku, gasping, whirled around and held a hand to her chest. A faint dribble of pee exited her pussy from the shock. It was at that moment that the au ra decided to not postpone her bodily relief any longer, and she reached for the door handle and pulled.... and pulled again. Nothing. The door was locked!
Kiku grasped the handle with both hands, jiggling it fruitlessly before her stomach cramped with intensity. A faint warble resounded from the au ra's bowels. It seemed the vial was rather potent... much to Kiku's discomfort at the moment! That, combined with the burning in her bladder, she was in quite a predicament. Turning around towards the edge of the balcony, she shuffled and shimmied on the spot. Her sandals tapped away at the stone as she brought her arms around her stomach, letting out a whimper as her bladder burned ever more intensely. Why did she have to only have two hands!?
The poor woman danced in place for a few minutes more, drawing blanks on what she should do. She couldn't pick a lock, and there weren't enough people on the street to call out to even if she wasn't too proud. Eventually, she gave in and decided to put pressure on her pussy, since all the water she had just drank was going straight through her. Her tail thwapped at the door in agitation as she fought against her body's needs for a minute longer, before...
A spurt. A spurt of urine hissed into her panties. And then another. She lets out another whimper as her bladder began to give out, knowing even if the door opened that moment, she wouldn't be able to walk without emptying herself some into her pants. After a little more struggle, empty she did.... a torrent of pee hissed through her panties and ran down her slops, trickling into her sandals and onto the stone below her. She relieved her aching bladder for over a minute. Eventually, she tapered off, but not before her pants and panties were soaked through with musky urine.
Now, with her bladder taken care of, her need to poop became blaringly apparent. Her bowels were making a constant warbling sound now, and she felt a pressure on her sphincter, just below her tail. Turning her head to look at her bottom, she willed herself to try and hold it. The pressure spiking, a soft squeak emanated from her voluptuous behind, eliciting a blush from the pale au ra. This was followed by another burst of gas, and then she felt the mass in her gut descending. Tensing up as hard as she could, she willed herself to maintain this last vestige of dignity....
...But to no avail. Her tired pucker gave out, and a soft, wet mass of poop filled her already soaked silk panties. Her tail lifted instinctively, and she bent her knees as her muscles pushed against her will. A squelch could be heard as the poor doman woman messed her pants, poop spilling out from the sides of her panties and filling her pants, running down her legs.
Tear welled up as Kiku knew she had lost complete control of her body. But, at the very least, she wasn't constipated anymore... |
Here's a quick background for those of you who are not familiar with my characters. Skip to the next paragraph if you are. Jenny and Annie are sisters sharing an apartment and attending the same college. Jenny is older than Annie by two years. Jenny has a major pee fetish and pees her pants almost on a daily basis. She also poops her pants, though only two or three times per month as she doesn't like the cleanup. Jenny is very shy and does not like to indulge her fetishes in public, although she has summed up the courage to try it twice (See my previous story called "Jenny at work"). Annie does not have a pee or poop fetish but does find a small degree of amusement in her sister's commitment to peeing herself. Annie is not bothered by Jenny wetting so long as Jenny cleans up after herself, does not ruin the furniture, and does not do it when people are over. When they were teenagers, Jenny convinced Annie to pee her pants once and Annie didn't like it.
Annie opened her eyes and stretched. It was a nice warm Saturday morning. She looked at her phone. Even though she hadn't set an alarm, she was awake early enough to still get breakfast at their favorite local diner. She slid her athletic jogger's legs out from under the cover, put her feet on the floor and stood up from her bed. She yawned and stretched again, and then bent over to pull the covers back into place to make the bed. Annie had on only a pair of cute pink bikini style panties and a blue tank top. She walked across the hall to Jenny's room and found her still asleep on her side in the center of her queen size bed. As the morning light faintly seeped through the curtains, Jenny had transitioned into only a light sleep. Annie gently sat down on the edge of the bed. Jenny felt it and opened her eyes. She saw a toned thigh, then slowly turned her head and raised her vision up Annie's body. She noticed how Annie's perky nipples made slight bumps on the front of her tank top (Although her boobs were a size bigger than Annie's, she had always thought that Annie's looked better), then her vision finally settled on Annie's face. Jenny rolled from her side to her back and stretched as Annie greeted her "Good morning sunshine!" Jenny yawned then replied "Good morning sis!" Annie smiled and asked "Wanna get french toast?" Jenny smiled but was silent. Then Annie heard the familiar hiss from under the covers as Jenny began to wet her bed. Once the flow was started, she answered "Of course I do!" Annie got excited and said "Sweet! We need to go shopping after too. We're almost out of milk." The hissing continued as Jenny said "Ok!" She was trying to stay engaged in the conversation with Annie, but was distracted by her enjoyment of the spreading warm wetness under the covers. Annie could tell and said "I'll let you finish." Then she stood up and walked back to her room to get dressed. Annie took off her tank top and looked at her mostly naked body in the full length mirror as she tossed it in the hamper. She wanted to get a tattoo but couldn't make up her mind on what or where. After imagining various tattoos in various locations on her body, she picked a bra, a t-shirt, and a pair of jeans from her closet and put them on. She walked down the hall past Jenny's room to the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. As she did, she glanced into Jenny's room. Jenny had her eyes closed and was masturbating under the covers. Annie smiled. Jenny peeing her pants had no sexual connotation to Annie, but she was happy that Jenny got so much pleasure from it. Annie got out her makeup and hair stuff from under the sink and then looked at herself in the mirror for a few seconds. She sighed, unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and just as she went to slip a hand into her pants she heard Jenny orgasm. She paused and look out the bathroom door into the hallway, then she fastened her pants back up and commenced doing her hair and makeup. Shortly after, Jenny came down the hallway carrying her wet sheet and wet mattress protector. She had a very large wet spot that extended from the knees of her gray yoga pants up to the middle of the back of her blue t-shirt. Her long brunette hair covered the top inch or two of the wetness. She was still soaked and the wetness was slowly creeping further down her legs as she walked to the washing machine in the located in the small room off the kitchen that also housed the water heater and furnace. Annie heard the washing machine start, then saw Jenny walk back to her room butt naked.
Once both girls were ready, they got into Jenny's car and went to their favorite diner a few blocks away. They each ordered the chunky french toast, their favorite. After, they went to the store for some light grocery shopping. As they walked around, Annie caught Jenny checking out one of the girls stocking shelves. Annie was into guys, but she had to admit that this girl's butt looked mighty fine in her black work pants. Annie tried to encourage Jenny to go talk to her, but Jenny was too shy. Annie joked "Well if you don't then I will!" with a wink. Jenny stuck out her tongue and then replied "You like guys!" Annie laughed and said "She doesn't know that!"
Later, while they were loading groceries into the trunk of Jenny's car, Annie saw Jenny swaying slightly and clenching her legs together. She knew it well: Jenny had to pee. Annie said nothing about it. She knew Jenny wouldn't wet herself here, they come to this store frequently and she wouldn't want the embarrassment. Annie didn't want it either. Annie closed the trunk and Jenny took the empty cart to the corral. As Jenny was walking back, they heard "Annie, Jenny!" from across the aisle. Their cousin Megan with her daughter Katy was walking toward them. Megan was their favorite cousin, and the only one who lived in the same city (In fact she was only a few blocks away from Annie and Jenny's apartment). They would often babysit Katy for her when she had dates or had to work extra hours. They talked with Megan and Katy for several minutes. Jenny tried not to squirm as she started to become desperate to pee. Finally the conversation was over and they both hugged Megan and Katy, then got into Jenny's car. Jenny held herself with one hand as she drove home. Annie was amused and knew Jenny was planning to wet herself at home.
Annie and Jenny both picked up several bags from the trunk and walked toward the stairs. Annie could tell that Jenny was struggling to keep control. Annie purposely walked slowly up the stairs with Jenny behind her and then purposely was slow getting out her keys. She "accidentally" dropped her keys on the ground. Jenny was dancing back and forth now and urged "Hurry up!" Annie noticed a small wet spot in the crotch of Jenny's jeans as she picked up her keys. She turned the key in the lock, then turned the door knob, and as she pushed the door open she heard loud hissing coming from beside her and Jenny pushed past Annie. Annie watched as Jenny stood in the center of the living room with glistening wetness rapidly spreading down both of her legs while loud hissing emanated from her crotch. Jenny, still holding grocery bags in both hands, looked up at the ceiling a sighed in relief. Annie set her bags down on the counter in the kitchen and then headed out to get the rest from the trunk. She could still hear the hissing as she stepped out the door. She grabbed the last of the bags, closed the trunk, and headed up the stairs. She opened the door and found a large puddle in the center of the living room. Luckily, their apartment had linoleum floors in every room. They had specifically looked for an apartment with little or no carpet just for Jenny. Jenny was in the kitchen putting the groceries away, still wearing her pee soaked jeans, socks and shoes. Her shoes squeaked slightly with each step she took. Once the groceries were put away, Jenny went to the laundry room to grab a towel to clean up her puddle. Jenny had purchased yellow towels specifically for pee so that Annie wouldn't have to worry about the shower towels being used for that. They kept them in the laundry room and said that they were "cleaning" towels if anyone asked. Just as Jenny emerged from the laundry room, the apartment door opened. Annie immediately realized she had forgotten to lock it after she brought in the last of the groceries. Katy walked through the door and said "Hey! Whats up?" Megan came in behind her saying "Katy, you have to knock, you can't just walk into people's houses!" to which Katy quickly retorted "Mom, they're family, they don't care!" Katy then looked at Jenny and said "Uh oh, someone had an accident!" Katy was 8 years old. She was a good kid, did well in school, and listened to her mom. However, she was also spunky and very outgoing. Both Annie's and Jenny's faces went bright red. Annie attempted to save face for Jenny: "It was my fault, I couldn't get the door unlocked fast enough." Katy sat on the couch and asked "How often do you pee your pants?" Megan quickly interrupted "Katy! Sorry, we didn't mean to embarrass you, we just wanted to stop by for a surprise visit." Jenny found the courage to speak and said "It was sure a surprise" as she unfolded the towel she was holding and spread it over the puddle. Everyone chuckled and the three girls with dry pants all sat on the couch while Jenny continued to clean up her mess. Now that the embarrassment was gone, Jenny was mildly annoyed. She didn't want to change into dry pants, but it would be strange to Megan and Katy if she didn't. Once the puddle was cleaned up, she went to her room and put the towel in her hamper. She changed into dry clothes and joined the others in the living room. |
So, Im writing this story in this section as it did not happen to me. It was a story told to me by my other half whilst in the mood and although she assurs me it was real, I cant be sure. Modes feel free to move it to another section if you feel it qualifies. As such I will tell it from a third party prospective as that is how it has always told to me. She has given permission as long as I keep it annoymous. At the time of this story she was in gher early 20s.
She had been at work all day, on placement at a local hospital as a student nurse. As was always the case, working the wards even as a student, did not allow for many breaks and once the shift had finished she followed her friends out of the doors as quickly as possible, paying no mind to her bladder.
She waved goodbye to her friends after a swift drink at a local pub and started making her way towards the local station. She had two options on the way home - get a train to a stop near to her flat, or head to the station in the middle of town. Despite her bladder telling her she may need the loo soon, she knew there were everyday essentials she needed and wanted to get them in town before getting home, so that she could relax for the evening.
She was quick to exit the train as it pulled into the station to avoid the usual crush at the doors and the ensuing pressure on her ever filling bladder, despite still being positive she had made the right decision to get the shopping now instead of going home to relieve herself before going back out. Besides, the shops always had toilets and although she had not seen them here before, they must be there right?
As she hurried through the supermarket doors and into the isles, she realised that maybe her need was worse than expected. It must have been that drink that did it. She headed for customer services to ask where the loos were. " Sorry madam" the lady behind the counter said, "we used to have some but they were always being vandalised so we had to shut them off to the public. There are some public loos in the middle of the main shopping street though". Imidiately knowing the loos in question were a hike in the wrong direction, she decided to hold it and get a taxi up the hill for the short drive home. After all, she didnt need much and it wasnt far to get to the rank and then home, There were always taxis there too.
It was about 3/4 of the way through the 'few needed items' that she knew she was in trouble. In order to hold it she was now unable to stand still when stationary, either descreetly dancing or hopping to contain the flood. It wasnt long though before she was done. "Just have to pay and then I can get going home", she told herself as she headed for the tills....... then she saw the queues. They were at least 6 people long at their worst (remember in the 90's there were no automatic checkouts)
Having no choice, she joined the queue that looked quickest. She chose poorly. As is always the case, the old lady at the front was taking her time, the mum with kids was trying to do two things at once, the lady two people in front had forgotten something and ran off to find it. The other lines were moving faster and she cursed her choice.
When she was 3rd in the queue things became critical.... She was now physically holding herself, the impending flood hammering at the 'gates'. Her fanny was throbbing with the pressure as she tried to stand patiently. The 1st in the queue collected the bags and headed off to the exit and she moved one step closer, but it was going to be too late, and she knew it. A small spurt escaped into her knickers between hopping from foot to foot. She immediately halted her movement, jamming her hand into her crotch in a feeble attempt to halt the flow. By the time it had slowed and stopped she could feel warm wetness between her thighs. She was positive from the way it felt that it would have left a stain. She couldnt afford to check though and the shock of failing to hold it all back had afforded her a temporary break. If only it had been enough....
As the person in front of her left the store leaving her at the head of the queue, she was on her limit. She managed to to say a pained hello to the lady at the till and started to pack the first bag......then it all went south.
As the first items came down the belt, she leaked again. Bravely stopping the flow, she added the shopping to her bag. Then she leaked again, and this time she felt a trickle run down her legs. Again she held off the full flood. A few more minor leaks saw the last item going into her bag as she forced her legs together. She could hold this.....
"That will be £16.30 please" said the lady at the counter. As she gritted her teeth and handed over the money, she couldnt hold it any more....
At first it was a trickle she felt going down one leg. Then it was a full on spurt. As the counter clerk counted her change she managed one more brief hold, knowing she could not move and that the stains on her uniform trousers would now be clear. Then the flood came - gushing into her underwear and down her legs. A faint hissing betrayed that she had now lost all control. Biting her bottom lip and crossing her legs she bent over slightly as her muscles allowed the onslaught of urine to run down her legs like rivers. Knowing she was now full on wetting herself in public, she blushed and held her legs together with no other option left to her.
"Here is your change ma'am" said the counter clerk, clearly not seeing what was going on beneath the counter in front of her. Surprised that the clerk had not noticed but sure the gasps coming from the queue confirmed some had, she feebly said "thanks" as the pee continued to snake down her legs. She reached out to collect the change being careful not to meet the gaze of anyone behind. As she looked down to put the coins into her purse, she could not help but notice the puddle that had collected underneath her. "Shit" she muttered under her breath and quickly grabbed her shopping and headed for the exit - pee still slowly streaming down her legs. As she hurried into the outside air, the cold hit her and the last drops ran down her legs. Clocking that there were few people ouside the exit, she looked down at the damage - it was massive. Her trouser legs were glistening with wetness and had already started to cling to her skin. The stain spread outwards from her crotch to her pockets and then downwards, completely covering her front left leg where she had been standing cross-legged.
She could feel her cheeks flush with warmth as she felt embarassed, looking back at the train of pee she left leading through the exit to the store. Deciding that the incident was better left behind, she headed home with haste. She walked past the taxi rank, not wanting to risk the interior lights of the car betraying the evidence of her accident. Heading up the hill on foot she only passed a few padestrians, trying hard not to look at their faces. Did they see? She would never know.
After a short walk up the hill with cold soaked legs, she reached the door of her flat and went straight to her room to avoid her flatmates. There, she stripped off her soaked trousers and put on her dressing gown ready to head for a steaming hot bath. Later that night, she rang me on her phone to tell me of her accident. Knowing how much I loved such stories, she revelled in telling the tale and the excitement that followed down the other end of the line. "Did that excite you?", she asked. "Now its all over, its got me all hot" she said. "Maybe we could do this together some time?" She asked......
As said this was based on a true story that has been told to me many times by my other half and has been written with her consent.
Enjoy. |
Tonight was the Big Night.
It felt like I'd been waiting for my whole life to have this opportunity, and it had finally arrived this year. I was a senior in high school, and though I had auditioned for every school play since I was a freshman, I had only landed the lead this year. I had gotten the part of Juliet, and nothing had made me happier for as long as I could remember. It was even better because one of the nicest boys I knew—and the one I happened to have a massive crush on—had gotten the lead role opposite me, as Romeo. It was a literal dream come true.
Collin and I spent months rehearsing, often just the two of us. I ran through my lines whenever I wasn't in class (and often when I was). My favorite part of all of the practicing, though, was the stolen kisses in the halls. We had made it very clear in the beginning that it was strictly a rehearsal thing, but we wanted the chemistry on stage to look real. And that was why random spontaneous make-out sessions became a fairly regular thing. I didn't really care too much that it wasn't serious on Collin's part, because I was in heaven just being able to kiss him. I would do pretty much anything at that point to maintain that contact.
But now it was almost time for the play to begin. I was pacing up and down the hall outside the stage entrance, dressed fully in my authentic Medieval dress—corset, pantaloons and all. I couldn't stop going over all of the ways I could possibly mess up on opening night. I could trip over my ridiculous outfit; I could forget the scene blocking; I could forget all of my lines; I could break something—
"Claire."
I spun around in shock. Collin was standing right behind me, an amused expression on his face.
"Oh. Hi, Collin," I said in a small voice.
"Why are you so nervous?" he asked gently.
I raked my eyes over his glorious features—tall, dark brown hair, soft blue eyes—and took a deep breath. "I just know I'm going to mess up."
Collin laughed. "I highly doubt it," he said, taking a step closer to me. "Nobody has worked harder than you on this play. Nobody."
I gulped and took a step back. Collin simply took another step closer to me, and continued as I backed up. I held my breath when I felt my back hit the wall. "But—"
"You're not going to screw this up," he murmured, leaning in closer.
"You can't know that," I whispered, feeling my heart beating in my throat.
Collin rested his hands against the wall on either side of my head, then bent forward till his lips brushed my ear and whispered, "I won't let you mess it up."
I felt my face go up in flames. "But what about the scenes we're not in together?"
He shook his head. "You're impossible," he chuckled. "Just trust me, okay?"
I swallowed thickly and nodded. "Okay."
Before I could comprehend what was happening, Collin had closed the space between us and was kissing me. While it wasn't our first kiss by a long shot, this one felt so different from the rest. It was more. I quickly lost myself in the kiss, and wound my arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me flush against him. When I sighed, he deepened this kiss, and I clenched my hands in his hair. His silly plumed hat fell to the floor. Collin began tracing his hands up from my hips, over my waist, and towards my breasts. I was perfectly happy to let him continue until—
"Ahem."
We jumped apart, both very red in the face and short of breath.
The directer smirked at us knowingly. "Save it for the play, guys."
I nodded mutely, completely mortified at having been caught in such a situation.
Collin chuckled. "Well, then."
I met his eyes. "Yeah."
He reached out and hugged me to him again before leaning in and giving me a short, sweet kiss. "I guess we'll pick this up later."
I nodded again.
"See you out there."
He picked his hat up off the floor with a cheeky grin, placed it back on his head at a rather jaunty angle, then strode off down the hallway.
For a moment, all I could do was collapse against the wall and press my hand over my heart. It was thumping erratically. What had just happened? After I regained my composure, I went into the green room where the cast was getting one last pep talk from the director.
"We've worked hard for this," Mr. Warren said. "You guys are more than ready."
There was a murmur of skepticism from the cast.
"Really, you guys," he said with a wry grin. "You'll do great. Remember to stay hydrated, though. Those stage lights are hotter than Hell."
The room erupted in laughter, and the pre-performance tension was instantly eased.
"All right guys. Three minutes till curtain's up. Break a leg!"
Everyone emptied out of the room and filed backstage. I grabbed an ice-cold water bottle out of the cooler and sat down on a wood block to wait. I wouldn't be onstage until Act I Scene III. I twisted off the cap from my water and drank nearly half of it in one go.
"Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene," I heard Daniel, the narrator, begin the play.
I listened to the opening lines, taking sips of my water and remembering to breathe deeply. I couldn't afford a panic attack, especially in this corset.
Before I knew it, the scene had progressed to Collin's first entrance. I stood up, still clutching my water bottle, and hurried over to where there was a part in the curtains so I could watch.
"Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. We would as willingly give cure as know."
That was Collin's cue.
He strode onstage, looking every bit the part of Romeo. My heart fluttered in my chest.
"See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied," said Chris, who was playing the part of Benvolio.
"I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, to hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away," replied Mike, playing the part of Montague.
"Good-morrow, cousin," Chris said.
"Is the day so young?" Collin said jauntily.
"But new struck nine."
"Ay me! Sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?"
"It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?"
"Not having that, which, having, makes them short," Collin sighed.
"In love?"
"Out—"
"Of love?"
"Out of her favour, where I am in love."
I continued to watch as Collin moved about the stage, completely in his element. It was a sight to behold. As I watched, I finished the last of my water. Reluctantly, I turned away to get another. I didn't want to be dying of thirst when it was eventually my turn to perform. The scene continued to move forward, and soon enough, Scene II had started.
Time began to fly by. As my scene approached, I drank more and more water to try and calm my nerves.
"I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, but to rejoice in splendor of mine own." Collin stated his last line of Scene II.
My nerves skyrocketed as the stage went dark and the cast shuffled around. When the lights came back on, my friends Lindsay (Lady Capulet) and Brooke (Nurse) were walking onstage.
"Nurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me."
"Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! What, ladybird! God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!"
I gulped, set down my water bottle, and walked onstage. "How now! Who calls?"
"Your mother."
"Madam, I am here. What is your will?" I said in a much calmer voice than I was feeling.
The further along the scene moved, the more relaxed I became, and soon my lines were spilling from my mouth as if I spoke in Shakespearean language every day. When I was backstage again, I happily gulped down the rest of my second bottle of water, feeling much more confident in myself. I had survived my first scene without messing up any of my lines. Things were looking up. I grabbed a third bottle and began sipping on it as I went to watch Collin onstage once more.
And then it was time for my first scene with Collin. My heart pounded behind my ribs in excitement, and I smoothed the folds of my skirt in anticipation.
"We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all."
Smiling, I walked back onstage with the other cast members that were in the scene.
"Welcome, gentlemen!"
The scene moved on, and I stood in the background pretending to converse with another boy as was scripted.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard Collin utter his first line. "What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight?"
"I know not, sir."
"O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place stand, and, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
I fought to tame the smile that presented itself at hearing Collin speak that soliloquy. I desperately hoped that he meant the words he spoke, though it was unlikely. Still, I determined to act as though it were true, if only for authenticity's sake. A few moments later, Collin approached me, wearing a bright smile.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."
I blushed. "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss."
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair," Collin teased.
I smirked at him. "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged."
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took."
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."
"You kiss by the book."
"Madam, your mother craves a word with you," the nurse interrupted.
I shrugged and reluctantly turned to leave.
The scene moved forward, and then I was left onstage with just the nurse. I did my best acting in the moments when I "learned" that Romeo was a Montague, I think. Shortly after that, Act I was over, and the curtain fell over the stage.
I hurried backstage for more water. It felt like every ounce of water I'd had earlier had been sweat out underneath the hotter-than-Hell stage lights. The stage was busy as the crew hurriedly switched out the props for Act II.
I finished my fourth water bottle just in time for the iconic scene with Romeo in the orchard. I climbed the staircase to the fake tower window. At my cue, I swept aside the curtain and leaned upon the railing, daydreaming.
I listened to Romeo's monologue happily, and said my first line right on cue. Collin continued, and I reveled at the sound of his voice. Then it was my turn once again.
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse hty name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."
Collin murmured his next line as if to himself.
"Tis but thy name that is my enemy," I said longingly. "Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself."
"I take thee at thy word," Collin spoke up. "Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth, I never will be Romeo."
I gazed down at Collin with a dreamy smile as we finished up our scene. When it was finished, I hurried to finish one last bottle of water before my next scene approached, because I wouldn't have any other breaks for the rest of the play. As I waited for the rather short Act II Scene IV to play out, I felt a twinge in my bladder. Apparently I hadn't been sweating out all of the water I'd been drinking after all. But I wasn't worried; I'd be able to hold it just fine.
When the scene came for Romeo and Juliet to be married, when Collin kissed me, my bladder gave another great spasm. I was getting desperate to pee, but I wouldn't have enough time to use the restroom, especially with so many layers on. I gritted my teeth, though, because I could hold it. I would be just fine.
I wasn't fine.
I grew more restless with each passing moment. Soon enough I had to lay upon the altar and pretend to be dead. I had to lay perfectly still in this scene, which was increasingly difficult. I clenched my muscles as tightly as I could, but I just knew I was going to lose this battle. I itched to rub my thighs together or to grab my crotch, but that would get me in trouble with the director.
I balled my hands into fists as Collin delivered his dying monologue. When he reached the line about how often death occurs, a spurt of pee escaped. I clamped down harder on my bladder muscles. I only had a few minutes left, if I could hold it for just a little longer, I'd be home free!
A second, longer spurt burst out of me, and I only just managed to stop the flow before Collin approached me. I heard him stop at my right side and I held my breath.
But just as he took a breath to continue his lines, my bladder muscles gave out completely. There was nothing I could do. I was peeing forcefully through the many layers I was clothed in.
"Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?"
At first I was hopeful that my dress and underclothes would absorb all of my pee, but I was quickly disillusioned of that notion when a loud pattering sound reached my ears. I cracked open an eye to gauge Collin's reaction. He was staring at me, wide-eyed. The audience began to whisper amongst themselves.
"...that sound?"
"...some kind of liquid—"
"Is she peeing?!"
I gulped and closed my eyes tightly, trying not to cry. I was still peeing.
Collin, after a moment of awkward silence, cleared his throat and continued his monologue. I felt him shift to the side—presumably to avoid the ever-expanding puddle of my pee at his feet—just before he leaned over to kiss me one last time before faking his death. I just assumed that he would be careful to fall away from where I was still peeing.
After what felt like a lifetime, my bladder contracted one last time, and my pee slowed to a trickle. The liquid was still dripping steadily from my skirt. I waited for the next cast members to come on stage so I could just get out of there, but they never came.
Finally, I just sat up. My dress was completely soaked from waist to knees. I didn't even know I was capable of holding so much pee. In mortification, I leaped from the altar and ran backstage with tears streaming down my face. I ran all the way out into the hall and into the girls' bathroom, tearing at the ties on the back of my dress as I went.
I sobbed loudly. All I wanted was to be out of that dress and back home, preferably hiding under a blanket in my closet. I ripped a seam on my dress as I dragged it off of my shoulders and yanked it down my torso, leaving me only in the under-dress and pantaloons. I looked down at myself as I tossed the heavy dress to the side and sobbed again. The material was drenched, and still dripping onto the floor. There was a hint of yellow to the previously white garment.
"Claire?"
I clapped a hand over my mouth at the sound of Collin's voice. I didn't want him to see me like this, not after what had happened. I didn't think I could bear the shame.
"Claire, I'm coming in."
"NO!" I shouted.
He came in anyway. Collin's gaze swept over me once, but I couldn't read his expression. I looked down in shame before he could meet my gaze. But he refused to be ignored. He stepped closer to me and lifted my chin with one hand. With the other, he wiped away the tracks of tears on my face.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concern and empathy in his gaze.
I shook my head.
"Let me take you home, then."
"I—why?" I asked incredulously.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Collin leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.
I sighed. "I—I want to clean up first."
He nodded. "You go ahead to the girl's locker room. I'll grab your bag from the green room and meet you there."
Warmth swept through me at his kindness. I thought he would've been disgusted and never want to see me again, but here he was, taking care of me in the aftermath. Fresh tears filled my eyes.
"Thank you."
Collin gave me a lopsided smile. "Of course."
He turned and left the bathroom. I moved to the door and looked both ways down the hall to make sure the coast was clear. Then I kicked off the shoes I was wearing and sprinted down the hall and around the corner to the girl's locker room. I sighed in relief once I was safely behind the stall door of a shower. I turned the hot water on full blast and stood underneath the spray, still in my costume's underclothes.
Of all the things I thought could go wrong on opening night, peeing myself on stage was not one of them. And while that was a travesty, and the fallout would likely be the death of my social life, maybe something good would come of it. I smiled to myself as I heard Collin enter the locker room and set my bag on a bench.
Maybe life wouldn't be so bad after all. |
Yeah...in case you guys haven't noticed yet, I'm rather obsessed with Harry Potter. Anyway, this idea just kind of took hold, and I couldn't get it out of my head until I started writing it. It's one of the things that bothers me the most about the series, honestly. Why wasn't Harry more traumatized by what he went through in the fourth and fifth books? I mean, he was an angry SOB in the first part of the fifth book, but that didn't last very long. I know if I'd been through something like that, I wouldn't be able to let it go so easily. Pun not intended. So, without further ado, here is chapter one.
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On June 25, 1996, Harry Potter awoke in the Hospital Wing to a warm and wet bed. He was still groggy from the effects of the Dreamless Sleep potion he’d been given the night before, so he didn’t immediately realize what condition he was currently in. He kept his eyes closed as he listened to the murmurs from familiar voices surrounding his bed — voices he recognized as belonging to Mrs. Weasley and Sirius. He didn’t yet want to acknowledge his state of awareness, but something finally dawned on him.
He stifled a gasp as he recognized the sensation of emptying his bladder. Yes, Harry Potter was peeing himself in bed, with his godfather and surrogate mother just feet away. He would have clamped down on his muscles to stop what was happening, but he could tell he was nearly finished. Instead, he simply let his pee continue to flow until it slowed to a trickle and finally stopped.
What baffled him the most, though, was why he had just wet the bed. With his eyes still closed, and the voices around him still murmuring, he thought back to the time he had spent sleeping.
And he remembered everything. Apparently the potion hadn’t fulfilled its promise of a dreamless sleep. As Harry’s pajamas and bedding cooled down, he shuddered both from the chill and from remembering the nightmare he had awoken from.
“Kill the spare.” The high, cold voice echoed through his head again.
His eyes flew open. He had relived the horrible moments when Cedric Diggory was murdered, followed by the aftermath of Voldemort’s resurrection. Harry hadn’t shown it much in the cemetery, but he had been more scared last night than he could ever remember feeling. He only fought through it in an attempt to stay alive. But now that he was lying still, with no adrenaline rushing through his veins to preoccupy him, all he could do was think about the truly awful things he’d been through in the last day.
Harry must have made some kind of noise, for Mrs. Weasley and Sirius both turned to him with looks of deep concern on their faces. Harry pulled the blankets higher, pretending that he was cold in order to hide his accident from them.
“How are you feeling, Harry dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked.
“I’ve been better,” he admitted with a wry grin, thinking only of how very wet he was in that moment.
“Harry, stop,” Sirius said in a low voice. “Don’t put on a front for our sakes.”
He gulped and nodded. “Truthfully, I’d kind of like to be alone for a little while.” He didn’t mention why.
Sirius and Mrs. Weasley both frowned, but obligingly stood up and left the Hospital Wing. Once the door had swung shut behind them, Harry peered intently over at the place where the real Alastor Moody was resting. After detecting no movement from behind the curtains, he scrambled out of his clammy bedthings.
It was a bloody miracle that neither adult had noticed what happened. His pajama bottoms were soaked through. The sheets were practically transparent they were so wet, with the mattress faring no better beneath. The blanket also had a sizeable wet spot right about where his crotch was when he was laying down.
A mortifying thought occurred to him then: what if they had noticed, but were too polite to say anything? But he figured Mrs. Weasley would have come up with some excuse to stay and baby him if she suspected anything.
He relaxed a bit until something else crossed his mind. Merlin’s saggy left tit, he didn’t know any spells that could clean up this mess! How was he supposed to explain it away?
With his cheeks growing redder by the second, a very soggy Harry Potter walked over to Madam Pomfrey’s office. He knocked quietly, looking at his bare feet in shame while he waited for her to open the door.
When she did, he heard her cluck her tongue in sympathy before murmuring something indistinct. A warm feeling — rather like that of a Muggle blowdryer in use — rushed over him from head to toe. Almost as quickly as his pajamas had become wet, they were now dry and neatly pressed.
“You’re not the first, dear,” Madam Pomfrey said softly. “Dreamless Sleep often has this side effect because it makes the drinker sleep so deeply that they aren’t aware of their body’s needs. Don’t fret; it’s easily taken care of.”
Harry huffed in relief. He hadn’t wet the bed because of a nightmare, then. It was the potion that caused it to happen. He immediately determined to stay far away from any more Dreamless Sleep potion. He wasn’t too keen on this happening again.
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Harry was released from the Hospital Wing 24 hours after he’d first been admitted, and he spent the rest of the day wandering the halls aimlessly. Ron and Hermione tried to follow him, but he didn’t want their company. He managed to duck into a secret passage they didn’t know about, and they hadn’t bothered him since. What Harry didn’t expect was to bump into his godfather in that secret passage. Sirius, in his Animagus form, tilted his head and whined softly at him.
After that, Harry allowed Sirius to accompany him in his wanderings. They shared a solemn but companionable silence. Harry kept his left hand firmly embedded in the soft fur of Sirius’s neck; it provided him a sense of comfort that nothing else had since he’d returned from the graveyard. He returned to Gryffindor tower that evening and began packing his things, still stuck in a melancholy funk. It seemed like he’d never break out of the dark place he’d fallen into, but at that point, he didn’t really care if he did or not.
The next night was the annual Leaving Feast. Most of the students were subdued, and the chatter in the Great Hall was muffled. Harry sat between Ron and Hermione, moodily staring at the food on his plate but not eating anything. He only turned his attention to something else when Dumbledore stood up and began his speech. To say Harry was surprised that Dumbledore told them the story of how Cedric died would be a massive understatement. He clenched his teeth and stared at his goblet of pumpkin juice, fighting the feeling of hysteria that was threatening to overtake him. All he wanted was to escape the stares and whispers that were aimed his way.
He was relieved beyond words when the students were excused to bed. He was the first one out of the Great Hall, and he sprinted the entire way back to his dormitory. Tears were streaming down his face, and he didn’t want anyone to see him like that. Once he reached his bed, he yanked the curtains shut and curled up in the fetal position beneath his duvet.
A few minutes later, he heard Ron enter the room.
“Harry?”
“Go away,” Harry muttered.
“I’m here if you need to talk,” Ron persisted. “Hermione’s worried too, just so you know.”
Harry rolled over, refusing to respond to his best friend. Soon enough, he had drifted off to sleep.
He had yet another nightmare about Cedric’s death, likely brought on by Dumbledore discussing it at length at dinner. He sat straight up in bed with a muffled yell and realized almost immediately that he was peeing again. He buried his face in his hands miserably, too distraught over the fact that he was wetting the bed again to try and stop said occurrence.
He’d never be able to hide this accident. He hadn’t bothered to ask Madam Pomfrey for that spell, because he’d been sure that he wouldn’t have the problem again. But now that he had—or rather, was still having—he didn’t know what he would do.
He sat there in his expanding puddle of pee, feeling helpless and despondent. He was going to have to admit to someone what was happening. Wetting the bed clearly wasn’t going to be a one-off like he’d initially believed.
Harry’s cooling pee was soaking into his mattress before it even occurred to him how normal messes at Hogwarts were cleaned up. He straightened up, then whispered as loud as he dared for Dobby to come to his aid.
A loud crack! announced the house-elf’s arrival. “What can Dobby do for Harry Potter?” the elf asked in a quiet but squeaky voice.
“Er, Dobby, I seem to have…” Harry trailed off, too embarrassed to continue. Instead he simply gestured at his lap, which was just as thoroughly drenched as the first time he’d wet himself.
“Dobby understands, sir. Dobby is happy to help Harry Potter.”
“Dobby, don’t tell anyone, please?” Harry begged. “I don’t want anyone to know what happened.”
Dobby nodded. “Dobby will not say a word to anyone.”
Harry sighed in relief again as his favorite little house-elf began to clean up the mess. Wordlessly, Dobby indicated that he should get out of bed. He did so, and stood beside his bed, dripping pee onto the floor and shivering uncontrollably. Dobby removed the sheets and bedspread, then snapped his fingers. The soiled bedding disappeared. Dobby snapped his fingers again, and Harry's mattress was instantly dried. With a final snap of his fingers, Dobby had remade the bed. Harry noticed almost immediately that a fresh pair of pajamas were lying on his pillow.
"Thank you Dobby," he whispered. "Don't know what I'd have done without you."
The house-elf smiled brightly. "Dobby thinks Harry Potter should take a bath to help him relax. Dobby thinks that it will help Harry Potter feel better."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I will. Thanks again."
He gathered up his clean pajamas and briefs then made his way to the en suite bathroom. He turned the shower on full heat, then stripped off his pajamas. As he climbed into the shower, he saw his wet clothes disappear — likely Dobby's doing. Harry smiled softly at Dobby's help, then sighed miserably. He was going to have to figure out a way to handle his new bedwetting problem when he was back at the Dursleys, for they surely would be merciless if they ever found out. |
Chapter Two:
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The next afternoon, Harry was sequestered inside a compartment on the Hogwarts Express with Ron and Hermione. He had just been to see the Weasley twins and had given them his winnings from the Triwizard Tournament. Godric knew he didn’t want the money (nor did he need it), and Cedric’s parents refused to take it, so he thought Fred and George deserved to have it instead.
But once he got back to his compartment and sat down, exhaustion set in. After his accident last night, he hadn’t been able to fall back to sleep. He was actually kind of afraid to. What if he had that same nightmare and wet the bed again? He didn’t think he could bear the shame of calling for Dobby twice in one night.
Harry bought a bunch of sugary treats from the trolley when it came around, but the candy was doing nothing to help him stay awake. He yawned constantly and felt the urge to rub his eyes like he was a toddler fighting nap-time. But he was fourteen, for Merlin’s sake, and he could bloody well act like it! He wouldn’t fall asleep, and he certainly wouldn’t wet himself in front of his friends.
“Harry, you look awful,” Hermione said gently. “You really should get some rest.”
“I’m fine,” he responded gruffly. “Don’t want to sleep.”
Hermione pursed her lips. “Well, why not?”
“Just because, Hermione. Please drop it.” Harry turned his head to look out the window.
The compartment lapsed back into a sad, tense silence. Harry continued to watch the scenery flash past the window, lost in thought. And before he knew it, he was nodding off.
“Kill the spare.”
“Avada Kedavra!”
Harry stared into Cedric’s open, lifeless eyes. Everything had happened so fast; how would he explain this to everyone when he got back?
He was heaved roughly to his feet by a short, squat man, and promptly dragged over to a tombstone. The man shoved him against it, then conjured ropes from his wand that tied Harry to it so tightly that he could hardly breathe. At one point, though, as the man hit him in the struggle, he realized who was hidden under the cloak: Wormtail.
“You!” Harry gasped in fury.
Wormtail ignored Harry and stuffed a cloth into his mouth so that he could not speak. Wormtail then resumed his task. A few moments later, he pushed a giant cauldron into the space in front of Harry.
A bright flash of green light blinded him, and suddenly a tall man stood before him where the cauldron had once been.
“Robe me.”
Wormtail scurried forward and helped the man into a robe. The man turned his head and stared straight at Harry—the horrifying red eyes were the only thing Harry needed to see to know who this man was, though he had known it from the moment he recognized Wormtail. Lord Voldemort was back from the dead.
The green light flashed again, and Harry had been released from his bindings. He stood across a small circle of space from Voldemort, clutching his wand desperately.
“You have been taught how to duel, Harry Potter?”
Harry gulped.
“We bow to each other, Harry.”
A heavy, invisible force pressed Harry into a bowed position against his will. He glared at Voldemort as the weight was lifted, but didn’t say anything—for what could he say?
“Crucio!”
Harry banged his head against the window as he jolted back to awareness. He raised a hand to the throbbing bruise on his scalp, and it was then that he realized that he was peeing his pants. For the briefest moment, he simply allowed himself to pee the way he had the previous two times he wet the bed. It almost felt like comfort.
But then he realized what he was doing.
He clenched his muscles tightly and managed to stop the flow. Carefully, glanced at his lap to examine the damage he had done to his jeans. He sighed in relief; though he felt positively drenched, there wasn’t a visible wet spot on his lap. He sat up a little straighter, then realized that all of his pee had pooled in the seat of his trousers. Well, at least he’d be able to hide that for now. He would just have to stay in his seat for the rest of the ride home and hope that his jeans dried before he had to get off the train. He didn’t know what he’d say if they were still wet, but he had several hours still to come up with an excuse.
“Harry, are you all right?” Hermione asked.
He slowly nodded. “Nightmare.”
Her face scrunched in sympathy. “I’m sorry; I should’ve known.”
“It’s okay,” he muttered.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Ron asked.
Harry shook his head, a dull expression on his face. “Even a Dreamless Sleep potion didn’t stop the nightmares. I don’t think talking about them will, either.”
“Wish you could come straight to my place this summer,” Ron lamented.
“I wish there was some sort of news about You-Know-Who,” Hermione added.
“I wish I could sleep again,” Harry complained.
“You win, mate,” Ron said with a small grin.
The three friends burst into laughter. There were two sides to Ron, really: the side that could lighten even the darkest of moods with a well-timed joke, and the side that could create dark tension at the drop of a hat.
Harry soon relaxed, nearly forgetting about his wet pants. The only thing that prevented it from leaving his mind entirely was the fact that his arse was beginning to chafe against the material. Wet jeans were extremely uncomfortable. After an hour or so of sitting there like that, he could hardly sit still with the discomfort he was feeling.
Maybe I could just pee a little more to warm myself up, he thought. As he contemplated this, he even began to relax his bladder in preparation.
He started and clenched his muscles again when he realized what it was he had just considered doing. Harry Potter was many things, but he was not a pants-wetter on purpose. He took a deep breath, because he knew he needed to ask Hermione if she knew that cleaning spell.
“‘Mione, are there any cleaning spells in our textbooks?”
She frowned at him. “Of course, Harry. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious, I guess,” he mumbled, shrugging.
“Okay,” she said slowly, clearly suspicious of him. “Well, there’s Scourgify, which is the most commonly used one, although it only works on solids. Tergeo is the spell to clean spilled liquids.”
Harry nodded, pretending to be very interested. “I didn’t realize there were so many.”
“Yeah. There are dozens of them, but those are the two we learn while in school. The other spells sanitize things more, and are only really used at St. Mungo’s.” She turned her head to look out the window.
Harry gulped, worried that he was pushing his luck, but still asked, “Do you know any of those spells?”
Hermione turned and fixed him with a stern glare. “I know you’re not just curious, Harry. Why are you suddenly so interested in learning cleaning spells?”
“I — er — I was thinking maybe I could use them when the Dursleys ask me to clean the house, so I could get it done faster,” he lied, thinking quickly.
“Harry, you know you can’t do that,” she chastised. “Underage magic is against the law, and you don’t need to be getting yourself into trouble like that.”
“I suppose you’re right,” he said dejectedly. He was glad she had bought his cover story, though.
Ron, who had been staring oddly at Harry since the conversation had begun, finally cleared his throat. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong?” he asked carefully. “Something seems a bit off about you right now.”
“I’m fine!” Harry snapped. Though he had briefly considered confiding in his friends about his problem, he really didn’t want them to know. They would be disgusted with him.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” Ron said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
Harry sighed. “No, I’m sorry. I’m not mad; at least, not at you guys. Everything just feels so off.”
“I wish there was something I could do to help,” Hermione said softly.
“Same,” Ron agreed.
“Thanks.”
Once again, they stopped talking. Harry began shivering from the chill of his wet trousers. The urge to re-wet them just a little bit returned once more, but this time, he indulged the tiniest bit. He relaxed his bladder and peed slowly for five seconds — long enough to warm up his jeans, but not so long that he would get a wet spot on his crotch. He sighed as his hot urine soaked through his briefs and warmed him up. It felt so good that he almost let himself do it again. But he realized that if he did, it was quite possible that pee would start running over the edge of the seat; that would be a dead giveaway. Besides, they were nearly to King’s Cross. He’d just have to convince his friends that he needed a moment alone before leaving the train, and then he’d quickly change his briefs and pants. Yes, that was what he would have to do, else he risk everyone in school and all of their parents finding out that he was apparently a pants-wetting baby.
And because Hermione wouldn’t share those cleaning spells with him, he knew he was going to have to find another way to deal with his nighttime wettings once he was back with the Dursleys. |
First of all, I know a few events are out of order here. There wasn't much other choice. Also, events of the upcoming summer will be similar, but mostly different from the books. Also on purpose. Lastly, I hated writing Draco as the villain here. Even though he's a total git, I love him, and writing mean things about him hurt my soul. You may now proceed. XD
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Chapter Three
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About half an hour before they were due to arrive at Platform 9 ¾, Draco Malfoy and his stupid thugs dropped by to pay a visit. Hermione had just finished telling Harry and Ron about how she caught Rita Skeeter when the compartment door slid open.
“Very clever, Granger,” Malfoy sneered. “So you caught some pathetic reporter, and Potter’s Dumbledore’s favorite boy again. Big deal.”
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed silent, glaring at Malfoy.
He smirked maliciously at them. “Trying not to think about it, are we?” he gloated. “Trying to pretend it hasn’t happened?”
For a second, Harry thought Malfoy was referring to when he’d peed his pants having that nightmare. But he quickly realized that the wannabe Death Eater was talking about Voldemort and Cedric Diggory’s death. He continued to scowl at his arch nemesis.
“You’ve picked the losing side, Potter!” Malfoy said angrily. “I warned you! I told you you ought to choose your company more carefully, remember? When we met on the train, first day at Hogwarts? I told you not to hang around with riffraff like this!” He pointed at Ron and Hermione. “Too late now, Potter! They’ll be the first to go, now the Dark Lord’s back! Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers first! Well — second — Diggory was the f — “
As soon as Malfoy uttered Cedric’s name, Harry jumped to his feet, completely forgetting about his wet pants. “Furnunculus!” he roared.
Simultaneously, Ron and Hermione had also stood up and cast their own curses. Harry looked around after all of the spells had sizzled down. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were unconscious in the doorway of the compartment. Fred and George stood just beyond them in the corridor.
“Thought we’d see what those three were up to,” Fred announced, using Goyle as a doormat and entering the compartment.
“Interesting effect,” George added, stepping hard on Malfoy’s crotch as he, too, came inside. “Who used the Furnunculus Curse?”
“Me,” Harry admitted.
“Odd,” George said aloofly. “I used Jelly-Legs. Looks as though those two shouldn’t be mixed. He seems to have sprouted little tentacles all over his face. Well, let’s not leave them here. They don’t add much to the decor.”
Ron and George each started shoving one of the unconscious boys out of the compartment and into the corridor. Harry was worried about following suit, having suddenly remembered his wet jeans. He subtly reached his hand back and felt his backside. Wet, but feeling somewhat dry. Harry carefully moved forward to kick Malfoy out of the compartment as well, making sure to be done quicker than the other two boys and returning to his seat as fast as possible. He looked around at his friends, and was relieved to see that none of them were looking at him strangely. He knew they would be if they had noticed anything awry. The group settled in and began playing Exploding Snap. Soon the small space was filled with laughter, and the rest of the journey passed by rather quickly.
The Hogwarts Express pulled into the station precisely at 8 PM. Fred and George had excused themselves a few minutes ago to fetch their belongings, so as the brakes squealed and the train slowed, the trio were left alone in the compartment. When it finally shuddered to a stop, Ron and Hermione immediately began making sure all of their belongings were collected, then hauled their trunks off of the luggage racks. They both stopped and looked at Harry when they realized he wasn’t moving to do the same.
“Harry? Are you coming?” Hermione asked.
He nodded. “You guys go ahead, though. I need a minute alone before I face the Dursleys.”
“Don’t stay here too long, mate,” Ron cautioned. “Don’t want the train to take you back to Hogwarts.”
Harry smirked at him. “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.”
His friends left the compartment chuckling — struggling to move past Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle — and closed the door behind them. Harry immediately leapt to his feet and rushed to the door to pull the blind down. For what he was about to do, he wanted no witnesses, especially Malfoy and his goons. He couldn’t bear to think about what might happen if they were to wake while he was...busy. As soon as he was sure he was relatively alone, Harry sat back in his seat. Over the last 20 minutes, he had developed an ever-growing need to piss. He had ultimately decided he’d just wet himself the rest of the way since he was already halfway there.
He leaned over, groaning at the pressure this put on his bladder, and removed his socks and shoes. He put them on the seat across from him, then sat up straight and relaxed. Pee quickly re-wet his briefs; this time, the fabric wicked even more of the moisture until Harry could feel the wetness at his waistband. His jeans were even easier to soak. In fact, they became saturated so quickly that his pee arced out of his pants in a forceful stream. Harry hadn’t a clue he could pee so much.
His jeans grew wetter with each passing second, and soon he was drenched to his knees. He was glad he’d had the foresight to remove his shoes and socks, for the pee was now streaming down his calves and dripping off of his ankles onto the floor. Harry felt like he peed for another minute before his stream finally slowed. He pushed the last few spurts out, then sat there panting for a moment. He was glad he no longer needed to piss, but he was even more disgusted at himself for what he had just done.
Harry shuddered in horror before getting back to his feet. There was pee everywhere! He had left what he dubbed a small lake in his seat, and his pants were still dripping copious amounts of urine on the floor. There was nothing to be done about it, he determined. And because he was still on the train, the magic couldn’t be linked to him, so he hurriedly fished his wand out of his trunk.
“Tergeo,” he said firmly, waving his wand randomly.
Nothing happened.
Harry suspected that this was because he didn’t know the wand movement to accompany the spell. He sighed. He was just going to have to clean up the old fashioned way and hope nobody noticed the leftovers. He hauled his trunk off the luggage rack and opened it up. He tossed his wand back inside, then fished out a clean pair of jeans and briefs. Once he’d set those aside with his socks and shoes, Harry peeled off his wet clothing and used them as best he could to soak up the puddle in his seat.
When that still wasn’t enough, he pulled out an old jumper he’d inherited from Dudley and cleaned up the rest. He used one of the sleeves that was still dry to dry himself off. He hated the lingering smell of pee on his body, but still pulled on his clean clothes and shoes. He wrapped his drenched pants, briefs, and jumper inside of his winter cloak to keep them from leaking all over the rest of his belongings, then shut the lid. He locked it for good measure, just in case anyone tried to get in it.
Then he dragged his trunk out of the compartment, sighing in relief when he saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle still unconscious in the corridor. He made sure to run Malfoy over with his trunk as he exited the train.
“There you are,” Mrs. Weasley said loudly when she spotted him. “Is everything all right? Where were you?”
“I’m fine, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry replied. On a whim, he decided to tell the truth. “I just needed to use the bathroom.” Well, part of the truth, anyway.
“Oh, good. I was so worried,” she huffed in relief. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to let you out of my sight after what happened, dear.”
He smiled sadly. “I’ll write every day, I promise.”
“I suppose that will have to do for now,” Mrs. Weasley acquiesced. “But I will be writing to Dumbledore until he lets you come stay with us. I do think he will let you come to us later in the summer.”
“I appreciate that, Mrs. Weasley.”
“Well, I suppose it’s time to say our goodbyes, isn’t it?” she added, somewhat tearful.
“See you, Harry,” Ron said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Bye, Harry,” Hermione said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Harry — thanks,” George murmured in his ear. Fred was nodding enthusiastically on Harry’s other side.
Harry grinned at his delighted friends, glad that his prize money was able to do some good. Then he turned and strode through the barrier with his friends right behind him. Uncle Vernon was waiting — sulking — closer to platform 8 than where Harry stood. With a final wave to his friends, Harry followed his uncle to the car.
Throughout the long ride back to Privet Drive, Harry worried and wondered about how he would handle his newfound problem. First, and most important, he would never again pee his pants on purpose like he had back on the train. That simply wasn’t worth it. But beyond that, he was at a loss. Maybe he would have to try to use magic anyway, hoping that he didn’t get caught. Either way, he’d figure it out. And it was still worth hoping that he might not wet the bed anymore, fragile though that hope may be. |
Well, since I've already got this chapter done, I might as well post it to keep this thread alive! :D
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Chapter Four
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Harry stayed up extra late that night, hoping that if he went to the bathroom before falling asleep, he would be unable to wet the bed. It was sure to work, he just knew it. So he paced his room for hours, till his eyes were drooping and his feet were dragging. It was 2 AM when he finally decided it was time for a piss.
He quietly opened his door and tiptoed down the hallway to the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it, but didn’t turn on the light for fear of waking his aunt and uncle. He inched his way over to the toilet, feeling blindly with his hands outstretched. When he reached it, he pulled down his pajama pants and briefs, then sat on the toilet (so he wouldn’t have to worry about aim). He held his member downward and relaxed. He began to pee, but it was only a miniscule amount. Harry had been hoping he’d be more full by now. He sat on the toilet for another five minutes, just in case more urine had developed, but eventually deemed his attempt a failure and stood up. He flushed, washed his hands, then went back to his room dejectedly.
Hedwig hooted softly at him as he closed his bedroom door.
“I don’t know what to do, Hedwig,” Harry whispered. “What if I wet the bed again tonight? I’m fourteen years old — I shouldn’t have to worry about this.”
He shook his head sadly and climbed into bed. He was just going to have to hope for the best.
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Harry awoke to his aunt angrily pounding on his bedroom door the next morning.
“Get out of bed this instant!” she called through the door. “You’re supposed to be making breakfast!”
Harry rolled over, and as he did, he made contact with something that made a small splashing sound. His eyes widened in horror, and he sat bolt upright to stare at himself.
“Not again,” he whimpered.
“Now!” Aunt Petunia shouted.
“I’ll be right down,” Harry answered, trying to hide the panic in his voice.
He wasn’t as soaked as he had been the past few times he’d peed himself, and luckily his mattress had been spared because the bedspread had become bunched up beneath him. But he was still mortified with himself. How was he going to take care of this mess without making it painfully obvious what had happened? Harry sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he would have to ask to do laundry that afternoon.
He stripped his bed and rolled everything into a ball, which he stashed in the closet. Hopefully the room wouldn’t begin to smell before he got the chance to clean more thoroughly. When he was done with that, he looked around his room desperately for something he could use to clean himself up. He hadn’t showered last night, and now that he was covered in pee again, he knew he had to do something. But Aunt Petunia wasn’t patient; he didn’t have time for a shower right now, so he was going to have to improvise.
Harry’s gaze landed on his desk next to Hedwig’s cage. He had procured a bottle of hand sanitizer to use after he cleaned out his owl's cage, and he snatched it up quickly. This was going to be his saving grace. He stripped off his wet pajamas and briefs, tossed them on top of his pile of bedding in the closet, then wrenched an old shirt off of a hanger. He then pumped as much hand sanitizer as he could into his hand and began rubbing it up and down his legs. When he felt mostly satisfied, he wiped the excess off with the old shirt. Then he repeated the process on the rest of his body.
As he dressed for the day, he again tried to think of a way to fix his problem, or at least be able to clean up afterward. He decided as he clomped down the stairs and into the kitchen that he would have to actually read through his textbooks to try and find the cleaning spells Hermione had mentioned.
He was serving the bacon when he finally worked up the courage to ask his aunt, “Can I do some laundry later?”
His aunt and uncle both glared at him. Dudley snickered behind his hand, making Harry worry that his cousin knew what had happened somehow.
“The laundry needs doing anyway,” Petunia sniffed. “But you’ll do ours before you do yours, understood?”
Harry internally sighed with relief that she wasn’t going to put up a fight. “Yes, Aunt Petunia. Should I start right away?”
She nodded briskly, then turned her attention to her husband and son. Since Harry was done making breakfast, he quickly grabbed a piece of toast and a slice of bacon, then went to gather the household’s laundry. He was already in a much better place, knowing that he would be able to clean up his accident without anyone knowing.
Harry loaded up several baskets full of dirty clothes, sheets, and towels, then carried them to the laundry room. He sorted things by color — just the way Aunt Petunia liked — and started the first load. Once that was done, he ran back upstairs to his room to get his things arranged. He had a large rucksack that he had been given to put his laundry in; it was partially filled with clothes long-since forgotten. He dumped those things out, then unlocked his trunk and pulled out his wet clothes from yesterday. He shoved those into his bag, then made sure to check everything else in his trunk thoroughly for any damage from his wetting. Fortunately, everything appeared to be fine. Still, Harry shoved most of his clothes from his trunk into his laundry bag to be on the safe side. Lastly, he placed his pajamas from last night in the bag, then stacked it beside his bedding. Now all he had to do was wait his turn. In the meantime, he was going to do some actual studying, hoping to stumble across a good cleaning spell.
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By the end of the day, Harry had completed everyone’s laundry but his own. His aunt, uncle, and cousin had already retired to bed, so he was left alone to clean up his things. That was a great blessing for him, he figured, because nobody would be around to potentially see or smell his laundry. He hauled his things down to the laundry room with The Standard Book of Spells Grade 4 tucked underneath his arm. He might as well do more research while he waited for his laundry to be done.
Harry scoured each chapter of his textbook for some hint of a cleaning spell, but none were forthcoming. He sighed in frustration, then got up to switch his laundry around. He decided to take a shower while that load was being washed. Then, if he still had time before he went to bed, he would look through his older spellbooks. Maybe the spell he was looking for was mentioned in earlier years and he just hadn’t paid attention.
He kept his shower short, and returned to the laundry room with his other three spellbooks. His laundry was done an hour later, and he still hadn’t found anything useful. With a defeated sigh, he carried his things back to his room, made his bed, and went to sleep. Maybe he’d have more luck tomorrow.
He could have whooped with joy when he awoke to a dry bed the next morning. He spent the entire day reading through his textbooks — of every subject except History of Magic and Divination — for anything that might help him. Even if he had to brew some kind of potion in the dead of night to help himself stay dry, he would try it. But again, Harry didn’t find anything he could use. Hermione had said the cleaning spells were in their textbooks, yet he hadn’t even found a mention of them. Maybe she already had the books for fifth year and had read ahead. He smirked to himself at that thought. Of course Hermione would do something like that.
Harry sent Hedwig to Flourish and Blotts with a small bag of Galleons and a note requesting The Standard Book of Spells Year 5 the next morning, after nearly throwing a party for himself for staying dry for the second night in a row. Maybe he was going to break his bed-wetting problem without the assistance of magic. A boy could dream.
The day after that, he woke up dry once again. Harry was in such a good mood throughout the day that his aunt and uncle kept throwing him strange looks. He ignored them except to do the chores they gave him. That night when he was getting ready for bed, Hedwig returned with his new book. He set it on his nightstand with a cheerful smile, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t need to find a cleaning spell after all.
His lucky streak ended around 3 AM when he had another nightmare about Voldemort. This time it was a repeat of the dream he’d had last summer before returning to school; the one where he’d seen Voldemort kill the old man. Harry jolted awake at the flash of green light that ended the old man’s life. His heart was pounding, and he thought he could feel it pulsing in every part of his body.
Slowly, it dawned upon him that another part of his body was pulsing, but not with his heartbeat. He slumped in defeat against his pillows as he peed himself again. What was even the point of trying to stop once he’d started? So he just peed all over himself and the bed, this time well aware that he was getting pee on his mattress, too. He was so disheartened that he even considered just going back to sleep in his puddle of urine.
But Harry knew he’d soon be uncomfortable after he finished his pee, so he prepared himself once more to clean up a mess. Since it was still very early, he actually stood a chance of doing some laundry before the Dursleys woke up. His pee finally slowed to a dribble after what felt like five minutes. He pushed the last few drops out, making sure his bladder was completely empty, then climbed out of bed and stripped off the bedding for the second time in a week. He tiptoed out of his room and downstairs to the laundry room, still wearing his drenched pajamas. Once he reached the laundry room, he shoved everything inside of the washing machine, then peeled off his wet clothes and added those, too.
Harry stood there shivering as he started the washing machine. Then he grabbed a towel and went into the downstairs bathroom to take a shower while he waited for his laundry. For a long while, he sat on the floor of the shower, fighting the urge to cry. But he soon swallowed his self-pity and cleaned up. When he was finished, he wrapped the towel around his waist and went to move his laundry to the dryer.
After that, he returned to his bedroom to put on clean pajamas and grab his new spellbook.
He sat on the floor of the laundry room, taking comfort in the rumbling of the dryer while he carefully read through the Table of Contents. There wasn’t anything that specifically mentioned cleaning spells, yet again, but Harry wasn’t going to give up. He was through hoping that the problem would just go away, too. It was time to get in front of this train wreck and find a solution.
Harry slowly read through a chapter titled Common Charms for Everyday Use. There were charms to heal injuries, charms to weed a garden, charms to cook food, and even charms to get wads of gum off the underside of tables. But nothing was mentioned about a spell that could get rid of liquids. Maybe he’d have to try using Tergeo again. He didn’t know the wand movement, but maybe if he tried enough different things, he’d stumble across it. |
Chapter Five
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Harry spent the next five days attempting to find the correct way to cast Tergeo. When he had time to himself, he would spill small amounts of water on his desk. Then he would wave his wand and utter the spell. The very first wand movement he attempted was the tried-and-true swish and flick. It didn’t work, as he’d known it wouldn't, but he still felt like he’d accomplished something by trying it. He then tried waving his wand in every shape he could think of: circles, triangles, squares, diamonds, ovals, pentagons, rectangles, and even a seven-point star. When none of those worked either, he tried slashing his wand in every possible direction.
He eventually gave up, though. Nothing he tried was giving him even the tiniest bit of success, and he was sick and tired of wiping water off his desk. His one consolation was that during his hunt for the correct way to cast Tergeo, Harry hadn’t wet the bed once. He felt a lot more accomplished about this than he ought to as a fourteen-year-old. But five days of staying dry at night gave him more hope than he’d felt since before the Triwizard Tournament had begun last year. That was pretty significant.
The night after he ended his search also ended his nearly week-long streak of sleeping dry. It was, of course, triggered by another nightmare. But this one was different from the others; for once he didn’t dream of Cedric’s death or of fighting Voldemort in the graveyard...
Harry stood alone in a dark and cold corridor. Everything was shrouded in a black mist, with only the occasional flickering torch to provide a feeble, faltering light. He walked along the corridor, wondering where he was and why he was there. The further he walked, the harder it became to see, until he was finally running his hands along the wall on his right to keep from falling over.
Suddenly, the thick mist evaporated, and Harry was standing in front of a door. Instinctively, he just knew it was locked, and he also knew with a certainty that he had to see what was behind it. He reached out his hand to grab the doorknob.
His fingertips brushed against the cool metal—
A searing pain in Harry’s forehead had him sitting up with a sharp gasp. He rubbed his scar as the pain continued to throb, and he pondered his strange new dream. And then he realized that he was peeing. Again. His heart dropped into his stomach, which oddly caused his pee to flow harder. He was transfixed as he watched it arch out of his pajama bottoms and begin soaking into his blanket. It was one of the strangest things he had ever seen.
He watched as he peed all over himself and the bed until his stream finally came to a dribbling halt. When he was finally finished wetting, he looked over at his alarm clock and was horrified to see that it was nearly 8 AM. He wouldn’t have time to clean up this accident, much less himself, before the rest of the household awoke. In desperation, he scrambled out of bed and stripped his sheets and blanket off. The whole time, he was dimly aware of pee dripping from the cuffs of his pajamas.
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Unfortunately, Harry’s dry spell seemed permanently broken after that. Every night for the next week, he dreamed of that strange corridor, and every night he awoke to a sharp pain in his scar and pee streaming from his pajamas. Each time he awoke, he grew more and more depressed that he was officially a permanent bedwetter. Once again, he sent Hedwig to Flourish & Blotts to pick up a few advanced spell books, one of which taught theory on wordless and wandless magic. He hoped that if he could teach himself wandless magic, he wouldn’t have to master any kind of wand movement to use Tergeo. Hedwig returned with a note saying the books were out of stock and he would have to wait three more weeks for them to arrive.
Harry was officially out of ideas.
On the eighth night he awoke to find himself peeing his pants, he decided there was only one thing he could conceivably do to solve his problem. He had to resort to the Muggle method of handling bedwetters. He was going to have to buy adult-sized diapers.
Harry considered himself blessed when the Dursleys announced at breakfast that they were taking a drive to see Marge for the day. He nodded once to indicate that he’d heard their commands to not touch anything in the house, including the food, but he was more focused on how he was going to acquire the diapers he’d decided he needed. He excused himself from breakfast to grab a few things from his bedroom, then returned to the living room to wait for the Dursleys to leave.
As soon as the sound of the Dursleys’ car had faded into the distance, Harry bolted from the house and raced out of Privet Drive to a nearby neighborhood, his backpack bouncing against his back with every step. Once he reached Magnolia Crescent, he pulled his wand from the waistband of his jeans and held it up. Within seconds, the Knight Bus had appeared in front of him with a loud bang!
“Hey, Ern, look! It’s ‘Arry Potter!” Stan said gleefully when the doors opened.
“Hello, Stan,” Harry muttered.
“Wotchu call us for?”
“I need to visit Diagon Alley,” he admitted reluctantly.
Stan nodded. “Well, ‘op on!”
He climbed aboard and took one of the chairs near the back, hoping that Stan would just ignore him. Fortunately, there were plenty of other passengers on the bus for the conductor to harass, and Harry was able to take the entire ride in contemplative silence. Of course, the ride took less than 20 minutes because of how vomit-inducingly fast the bus was. Stan gave him a cheerful wave as he disembarked; he tried to return it, but he felt he was rather unsuccessful considering what he’d come to London to do.
Harry walked across the street, looking both ways before ducking into a deserted alleyway. Once there, he pulled his invisibility cloak out of his backpack and slipped it on. He really, really didn’t want anyone to see him or find out what he was doing. It was too mortifying to even consider. He adjusted the cloak, and when he was satisfied he was out of sight, he slipped inside the Leaky Cauldron and carefully made his way to the entrance to Diagon Alley.
The street was as bustling and busy as ever, which made it relatively difficult to maneuver his way to Gringotts. He eventually made it inside, and ducked behind an empty desk to remove the invisibility cloak. He shoved the cloak back into his backpack, then he approached the counter where the goblins waited to help the patrons.
“I need to get some money from my account and exchange it for Muggle currency, please,” Harry said nervously.
The goblin raised an eyebrow. “Do you have your key?”
He nodded and pulled the key from his pocket. The goblin took it from him and waved him in the direction of the vaults. Harry followed his guide to the minecarts and climbed inside the one indicated, then proceeded to wait some more for the ride to end.
When they went over a particularly rough patch of track, Harry felt a sick swooping feeling in his stomach. He suddenly realized he hadn’t peed since he’d wet the bed that morning, and he was rather desperate. He wasn’t quite sure how he’d missed the signal that he needed to take a piss, but he was now in for a bad way. What if he didn’t make it until he’d finished at Gringotts? He didn’t want to pee his pants before he was able to go to the convenience store.
He crossed his legs uncomfortably and fought the urge to grab his crotch. Just then, the cart went down a steep decline, and along with the drop in his stomach came a spurt of pee into his briefs. Harry crossed his legs tighter and clenched his muscles. He was never going to make it, he realized. The cart jerked to a stop, causing him to lose another, longer spurt of pee. His briefs were saturated now, and he was fairly certain there was a wet spot on the front of his jeans.
Harry clambered out of the cart as quickly as he was able with his full bladder. He waited impatiently for the goblin to get out and unlock his vault door. It slowly swung open with a loud and rusty squeak, and he had to fight the urge to duck inside and slam the door behind him. Instead, he put on a facade of calm and walked inside his vault.
“Could I have a few minutes?” he asked the goblin anxiously. “I wanted to grab a few heirlooms my parents left me, too.”
The goblin squinted suspiciously at him, but agreed to his request.
As soon as the vault door had boomed shut behind him, Harry began dancing in place. He was going to lose the contents of his bladder right then and there, he just knew it. In complete desperation, he fought to undo his belt buckle, nearly crying out in distress when he lost another spurt of pee. He hurried to an empty corner of his vault so he wouldn’t get piss all over his belongings, and he was on the verge of completely wetting himself when he finally managed to get his belt undone. He yanked his pants and briefs down as fast as he could. Pee burst out of him like the spray from a firehose as soon as his member sprang free, and he just barely managed to aim himself away from his jeans around his ankles.
It felt so good to relieve himself in that moment. Harry was, of course, mortified at his lack of self-control. He watched his puddle of pee grow ever wider, and his feeling of shame grew right alongside it. He felt like he peed for 2 straight minutes before his stream finally trickled to a stop. He carefully stepped back from his mess, then pulled his pants back up. With his face red in embarrassment, he quickly stuffed a bag full of Galleons. He glanced around quickly to see what else he could take with him so the goblin would be satisfied with his earlier excuse to be alone.
There was a rather nice pocket watch resting on a small shelf alongside a rather old book. Harry grabbed both items and dashed over to the vault door, which he knocked on twice. The door again opened, and he stepped outside before the entire vault could be revealed to the goblin, quickly slamming it closed behind him. He walked back to the minecart and climbed inside before shoving the pocketwatch and book into his backpack. He was beyond ready to be out of the bank and away from wizarding society.
The currency exchange took a lot less time than Harry had anticipated. He was striding out of Gringotts with over 500 pounds in his pockets within 10 minutes. He was glad for the excess of Muggle money if he was honest with himself. He didn’t know how many diapers he would end up needing over the course of the summer, and he didn’t want to have to make this same trip again.
Once outside the bank, he slipped back beneath his invisibility cloak and left Diagon Alley undetected. As he walked to a convenience store a few miles away, he counted how many days would be left until he returned to Hogwarts. Today was only July 15th, which meant he would need enough diapers to last him at least another 50 days.
Harry approached the small convenience store with a twinge of fear in his gut. He snuck into another alleyway close by and removed his invisibility cloak before shoving it back into his bag. Then he walked inside the store and made a beeline straight for the diapers. The aisle was split down the middle, with children’s diapers on one side and adult diapers on the other. His face flamed a bright red as he realized he was actually going through with this. He was going to wear diapers to bed for the foreseeable future.
Still, he wanted to make sure he chose the right product so that if — when — he wet the bed, he wouldn’t leak everywhere. Harry carefully examined the children’s nighttime diapers, some of them called Pull-Ups, and ultimately determined that, though they would fit around his skinny waist, they wouldn’t hold nearly enough of his pee to keep from making a mess. So he turned to browse through the adult diapers.
Harry liked the idea of diapers he could slip on and off because it was convenient. But as he examined the backs of those packages, he realized that there was every likelihood of those leaking, too, for the simple fact that they didn’t have anything to keep the pee from overflowing out the leg holes. So, with a heavy heart, he selected a package of diapers that had tapes to fasten around his hips. They were super heavy-duty protection and could hold up to 2300 ml of pee. They also had an elastic edging around the leg holes to prevent leaking. The package he had chosen contained 20 diapers inside it, so he grabbed a total of 3 packages.
As he had been perusing the diapers, he realized that there were probably other ways he could protect himself at night, so he started looking further down the aisle. There were plastic briefs he could wear over a diaper for extra protection, so he grabbed two of those. Next he picked up a large box of wipes — to use when he had accidents, of course. Then he walked over to the bedding aisle and looked for a waterproof mattress cover. He needed to keep his bed at the Dursleys’ as clean as possible, and it already had several yellow puddle-shaped stains from his previous accidents.
After that, he went over to the cleaning supplies and hunted for something that would clean the stains out of his mattress — or at least remove the smell. He ultimately settled upon a cleaner meant to remove pet urine stains. If it was powerful enough for that, it was powerful enough for his pee. Finally, he got himself a special laundry soap for his clothing. The last thing he wanted was to wear clothes that smelled of his piss.
Harry walked to the checkout counter, his arms loaded with his purchases. He fought the embarrassed blush that began staining his cheeks when he set everything down in front of the cashier. He couldn’t bring himself to meet her eyes.
“You taking care of your grandmother or grandfather?” the girl asked.
“Oh, er, my — my granddad,” Harry stuttered, eyes wide. He hadn’t even considered that the Muggles wouldn’t think the diapers were for him.
“That’s so sweet of you,” she continued as she scanned everything. “My grandparents have both passed.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that,” he said sincerely. “My parents both died when I was a baby, so my — granddad — raised me. It’s the least I can do to help him, right?”
The cashier nodded. “I bet he’s really proud of you.” She pressed a button on the cash register as Harry swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. He’d never know if his family was proud of him. Not really. “Your total is £123.97.”
Harry handed over the money, then thanked the cashier when she handed him 3 plastic bags full of his supplies. She smiled warmly at him as he left the store. As soon as he was clear of the doors, he was running back to the alley. He shrugged off his backpack once more, removed the invisibility cloak, book, and pocket watch, then began packing his purchases inside. He had to work hard to arrange everything so it would all fit, but he finally managed it. Then he placed his invisibility cloak and book on top, zipped up the bag, and began the walk back to the Leaky Cauldron. He shoved the watch into his pocket, grasping it as though it would anchor him to his parents.
His return trip home felt so much worse than his trip to London. Harry was certain everyone was staring at him and that they all knew exactly what was inside his backpack. He avoided looking anyone in the eye, and nearly sprinted back to Privet Drive once he’d gotten off the Knight Bus once again.
Back in his bedroom, Harry shoved all of his things under the loose floorboard beneath his bed. He would worry about sorting and organizing later, but for now all he wanted was to forget all about his predicament. He had had enough for one day. |
Flower, it was briefly mentioned in the first book that Harry saw grandparents and aunts and uncles surrounding him along with his parents when he first looked in the Mirror of Erised, but that was it.
Anyway, here's a rather long chapter again. :D
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Chapter Six
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Nobody noticed that Harry had been gone for most of the day, and for that he was grateful. He had briefly considered taking a nap after his tense and difficult trip, but realized that if he was going to sleep at all, he would need to wear a diaper. So he decided to turn his attention to the one other thing he had been thinking about nonstop since leaving school: Voldemort.
He pulled out three separate pieces of parchment and wrote short letters to Ron, Hermione, and Sirius. He asked them for updates in the wizarding world, especially any news concerning Voldemort and the Death Eaters. On a whim, he pulled out another piece of parchment and wrote a subscription request to the Daily Prophet. Once done, he tied the four notes (and a small sack of Galleons for the newspaper) to Hedwig’s leg and sent her off.
While he waited for responses to those letters, Harry decided he’d at least watch the Muggle news. If Voldemort was out there wreaking havoc, then surely the Muggle world would know about some of it and would be reporting on what they believed the cause to be. This was how the Dursleys found him later that evening.
“What are you doing boy?” Uncle Vernon roared. “We told you not to touch the telly!”
Dudley sneered at him from behind Petunia’s shoulder.
“I just wanted to watch the news,” Harry sighed. “I didn’t touch anything else, I swear.”
“Get to bed! I don’t want to see your ruddy face anywhere near me until I say you’re allowed out of your room!”
Harry did as he was told, figuring that it was late and he ought to get some sleep anyway. Before he holed himself up in his bedroom, he took a quick trip to the loo. He was able to pee like normal, and he wondered if it was because he was less afraid of wetting the bed from now on.
When he was back in his room, he made sure he locked the door. He didn’t want the Dursleys barging in on him when he was wearing a diaper. Who knew what they’d do? Slowly, Harry pulled his backpack out from underneath his loose floorboard. He took everything out, one item at a time, and arranged it all in rows on his bed. He had so little space to hide his diapers and other supplies in; still, there had to be somewhere that was easily accessible and also safe from prying eyes.
He finally realized he’d been staring at his answer all along: his school trunk. But in order to fit everything the way he wanted, he was going to have to organize his belongings. This, more than anything else, was perturbing for Harry. He still had junk in there from his first year at Hogwarts.
It took him an hour to finish emptying and sorting the massive amount of books, clothes, parchment, broken quills, empty ink bottles, old candy wrappers, and various random rubbish from his trunk. He thought it rather hilarious, in a manic sort of way, that his pile of things to toss was larger than his pile of things to keep. Then he began the tedious task of putting everything back that he intended to keep, including his diapers and other supplies.
That part of his job took a lot less time, something that he was immensely grateful for. When he was finished, and his diapers were carefully hidden beneath his invisibility cloak, he removed one diaper from a package. He held it in his hands, testing the weight and wondering how in Merlin’s name he was going to do this. Harry knew how he was going to do it, obviously, but he didn’t know how he would handle the emotional turmoil it brought with it. What he was doing was certainly a stigma, in either the Muggle or wizarding world. And yet, he was more afraid of what would happen if he didn’t use the diapers.
He then took the time to thoroughly scrub his mattress. The pee stains actually came out easier than he’d thought they would. When he was done with that, he put the waterproof cover on his bed, then added clean sheets and his comforter. Harry laughed to himself as he realized his bed was basically wearing a diaper, too.
And then it was finally time for him to do it. He didn’t know much about how nappies worked, but the pictures on the package were clear enough. He stripped down to his birthday suit, tossed his clothes to the side, then unfolded the diaper. At first, he tried to strap it on while he was standing up, but he couldn’t get it to stay in the right position. Harry soon realized he’d have to be laying down for it to work. He laid the diaper out on his bed, then carefully laid himself down on top of it, making sure to position himself in the correct place. Then he folded the front of it over his privates — making sure he was adjusted down there first. The tapes were easy enough to fasten once he figured out how to keep the diaper tight around his waist and legs.
Harry stood up once he was done and examined his reflection in the full-length mirror on his closet door. He flushed in embarrassment at the sight of himself. Still, he stared at the diaper taped around his waist with a sort of wonder. He was wearing a diaper...at nearly fifteen-years-old. He never would have thought such a thing was possible, and yet he currently stood in the middle of his bedroom, wearing nothing but a diaper. Huh.
He finally turned away and pulled a pair of plastic briefs over his diaper. Then he put on his pajamas and returned to looking at himself in the mirror. He had been beyond worried that it would be ridiculously obvious that he was wearing a diaper beneath his pajamas, but it wasn’t. He sighed in great relief at this revelation, because that meant he wouldn’t be discovered when he eventually was allowed to go stay with the Weasleys.
That was when Harry realized that he hadn’t heard back from Ron, Hermione, or Sirius. He walked over to the window and gazed out at the stars, hoping for a glimpse of Hedwig on the horizon. A few minutes later, he figured no letters were forthcoming, and decided to get some sleep.
The next morning, Harry was glad to wake up to a dry bed. It was odd, because he felt rather damp around his privates, yet his mattress and sheets were drier than desert sand. He took off his pajamas and examined himself in his mirror yet again. His diaper was obviously wet, though it hadn’t leaked at all. As he stared at himself, he became aware of his need to take his morning piss. An odd desire struck him then. He was already in a wet diaper — why not just pee in it again? What was the harm?
With that logic, he let go. Pee sprayed against the inside of his diaper, immediately surrounding his privates with warmth. The sensation was unlike anything Harry had ever experienced before, including when he’d purposely peed his pants on the Hogwarts Express. When he was finished, his diaper was positively bulging. The front of it was so saturated that it had a yellow tint to it. The sight was oddly comforting, though he had no clue why.
Harry shook his head and turned away from the mirror. He pulled off the plastic briefs, then carefully laid on the floor. He undid the tapes on his hips and slid the soaked diaper out from between his legs. He stood up again and pulled a few wipes from his stash, then proceeded to clean himself up. At the very least, he was satisfied that his bed would no longer be at risk of ruin from his nighttime accidents.
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After that first night, every morning Harry awoke wet — which was actually only once or twice a week — he would take his morning piss in his diaper. Every time he did, he found it to be comforting, though he still had yet to figure out why. For the time being, he wasn’t going to question it. He had other things he needed to use his brain power on.
And he did focus on the much more important issues surrounding Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It took four days for Hermione to write back to him, and when she did, she was less than forthcoming. She had simply stated that she couldn’t say anything in a letter, but that she wished she could. He received similar answers from Ron and Sirius a few days after that.
He continued to write to them, hoping that eventually they would cave and give him some information. In the meantime, he checked the Daily Prophet every morning for anything noteworthy. He usually tossed them to the side after seeing unimportant articles on the front page. If Voldemort had attacked someone, it was sure to be front page news.
With every passing day, he grew more and more frustrated that he hadn’t heard anything useful from his friends. Now that he didn’t have to panic over wetting the bed so much, he had a lot more energy to spend on being angry about his circumstances. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he should have been removed from the Dursleys’ home weeks ago. He was slightly glad he hadn’t because he’d been able to figure out a temporary solution to his bedwetting problem by himself. But mostly, he was furious that he hadn’t been given any information at all. In a moment of intense anger, he wrote a letter to Dumbledore demanding answers. He never heard back.
Harry’s life continued in much the same pattern for several more weeks. Depressingly enough, he even spent his birthday holed up with the Dursleys, though he had hoped he’d be long gone by then. His birthday cards from Ron, Hermione, and Sirius were just as bare of information as any of their letters. Hermione’s said “I expect we’ll see you soon,” but he had no idea what that meant. When was soon?
He was left to hunt for information on his own. The Daily Prophet never gave him any useful insight, but still he continued to get them every morning. He also continued to try and catch as much of the Muggle news as possible. His aunt and uncle caught him listening at the door one evening and eventually forbid him from so much as looking at the telly again.
So he simply took advantage of their oversight. During the day, he took to lounging beneath the sitting room window when the Dursleys would watch the news. He could hear it then, but he wasn’t technically looking at the television. He loved finding loopholes to the stupid rules the Dursleys gave him.
This particular day found him lurking once more behind the hydrangea bush beneath the sitting room window. And once again, nothing even remotely interesting was on the news. Still, he sat there, listening intently for even the most benign statement that might relate to Voldemort. He finally decided to just go for a walk around the neighborhood when the news turned to stupid gossip. He was crawling out of the hydrangea bush when a loud crack! echoed through the neighborhood.
Harry was instantly on his feet, pulling his wand out of the waistband of his jeans. In doing so, however, he had smacked his head against the open window. His eyes began watering and he was seeing spots. His vision completely blackened when his uncle appeared at the window and wrapped both of his meaty hands around Harry’s neck.
“Put — it — away!” Vernon hissed. “Now! Before — anyone — sees!”
“Get — off — me!” Harry choked out. He pulled uselessly at his uncle’s fingers with one hand while still clenching his wand in the other.
The pounding in his head worsened as his air supply was drastically lessened. Rather suddenly, a particularly painful beat resounded against the top of his head, and Vernon released him with a yelp. Harry fell over the hydrangea bush, gasping for air. He had just done accidental magic — again. He scrambled back to his feet and looked around the neighborhood for whatever had made the strange noise moments earlier. There was nothing but the curious neighbors peering out their open windows and doors.
“Lovely evening!” Vernon shouted. “Did you hear that car backfire just now? Gave Petunia and me quite a turn!”
When the neighbors had all retreated, Vernon motioned for Harry to return to the window. Harry did so, but remained far enough away that his uncle couldn’t touch him. A long argument ensued over why Harry had made such an infernal noise and why he was lurking under the window like a serial killer and why he was such a smartass. Eventually, he snapped at them, made sure they knew how stupid they were, and stomped off into the street before they could punish him further.
Harry found his temper escalating as he walked, rather than receding as it usually did. He began to fall into that same pit of despair he had been wallowing in far too frequently over the last several weeks. He took a detour from his usual path and headed toward the neighborhood playground. He dropped onto the only unbroken swing and resumed his moping. The afternoon faded to evening as he sat there, uncaring about anything but his own troubles.
He only looked up when he heard someone singing loudly and off-key. It was a crude song, and yet the person’s companions laughed raucously at it. Harry knew right away it was Dudley and his stupid thugs crossing the park. His anger flared again, and he found himself anxious for a confrontation with the bullies. He welcomed a fight; it would at least give him something to do.
But the group continued on without even noticing him. A few minutes later, Harry abandoned his swing and began the trek back to Privet Drive. As he walked, however, Dudley and his so-called friends re-entered his line of sight. They had stopped at an alleyway and were discussing the latest kid they had beaten to a pulp. Harry waited for the rest of the group to disperse before finally seeking out a fight with his cousin.
“Hey, Big D!” he shouted, using the stupid nickname Dudley’s friends had apparently given him.
Dudley turned around. “Oh, it’s you.”
“How long have you been ‘Big D’ then?” Harry taunted.
“Shut it,” Dudley snapped as he resumed walking home.
“Cool name,” Harry continued. “But you’ll always be Ickle Diddykins to me.”
“I said, SHUT IT!” his cousin roared.
“Don’t the boys know that’s what your mum calls you?” Harry pushed.
“Shut your face.”
“You don’t tell her to shut her face. What about ‘popkin’ and ‘Dinky Diddydums,’ can I use them then?”
Dudley glared at him and ground his teeth together.
“So who’ve you been beating up tonight?” Harry continued relentlessly. He was growing desperate for a fight of any kind, yet Dudley wasn’t rising to the bait. It was maddening. “Another ten-year-old? I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago.”
“He was asking for it,” Dudley snapped.
“Oh yeah?”
“He cheeked me.”
“Yeah? Did he say you look like a pig that’s been taught to walk on its hind legs? ‘Cause that’s not cheek, Dud, that’s true.” Harry grinned in satisfaction.
Dudley again resumed walking home, and as he did, he growled, “Think you’re a big man carrying that thing, don’t you?”
“What thing?” Harry asked, wanting to hear his cousin say the “forbidden” word.
“That — that thing you’re hiding.”
“Not as stupid as you look, are you Dud?” Harry said, smirking. “But I s’pose if you were, you wouldn’t be able to walk and talk at the same time…” Wanting to further provoke the fat lump, he pulled his wand out of his jeans once more.
“You’re not allowed!” Dudley said desperately. “I know you’re not. You’d get expelled from that freak school you go to.”
“How d’you know they haven’t changed the rules, Big D?”
“They haven’t,” he insisted.
Harry laughed.
“You haven’t got the guts to take me on without that thing, have you?” Dudley snapped.
“Whereas you just need four mates behind you before you can beat up a ten-year-old. You know that boxing title you keep banging on about? How old was your opponent? Seven? Eight?” Harry sneered.
“He was sixteen for your information, and he was out cold for twenty minutes after I’d finished with him and he was twice as heavy as you. You just wait till I tell Dad you had that thing out — “
“Running to Daddy now, are you? Is his ickle boxing champ frightened of nasty Harry’s wand?”
“Not this brave at night, are you?” Dudley snapped.
“This is night, Diddykins. That’s what we call it when it goes all dark like this.”
“I mean when you’re in bed!”
Harry’s stomach dropped to his feet. No. There was no way Dudley knew about...that. “What d’you mean, I’m not brave in bed? What — am I supposed to be frightened of pillows or something?” he taunted half-heartedly in an attempt to cover his sudden nerves.
“I heard you last night,” Dudley said, his eyes gleaming triumphantly. “Talking in your sleep. Moaning.”
Harry froze. He had dreamed about Cedric’s death last night, and had awoken in a very wet diaper. “What d’you mean?”
Dudley laughed. “‘Don’t kill Cedric! Don’t kill Cedric!’” he mimicked. “Who’s Cedric — your boyfriend?”
“I — you’re lying,” Harry said desperately.
“‘Dad! Help me, Dad! He’s going to kill me Dad! Boo-hoo!’”
“Shut up,” Harry snarled. “Shut up, Dudley, I’m warning you!”
"Come and help me, Dad! Mum, come and help me! He's killed Cedric! Dad, help me!"
Harry finally reached his limit of taking crap from Dudley, and aimed his wand at his fat cousin’s heart. “Don’t you ever talk about that again. D’you understand me?”
The two continued their standoff for several minutes when suddenly, the street went pitch dark. The air turned to ice, and terror took hold of Harry’s insides. He knew that feeling — but what were they doing in Little Whinging?
Dudley whimpered and insisted that Harry stop performing magic, and Harry insisted he wasn’t the one doing it. Dudley proceeded to punch him in the face, hard. That was when the dementors swooped in. Harry scrambled to his feet, hunting for his wand, and finally muttered, “Lumos!” in a desperate attempt to find it. As soon as he had hold of it, he was aiming it toward the dementors.
But he was having a hard time coming up with any good memories to fight them with. His first attempt at casting his Patronus only resulted in a small wisp of silver from his wand. Harry’s knees began trembling; memories were running through his head, memories of things he would much rather forget. Cedric, lying dead in the grass; Voldemort rising from the cauldron; himself, wetting the bed.
It was a few seconds before Harry realized he was peeing himself where he stood. He gasped and stared around, trying to stop the flood of urine coming from his jeans, but the freezing cold air and fright running through his veins prevented him from doing so. He continued to piss himself, and again tried to cast his Patronus. Again he failed.
More horrible memories washed through him, and Harry succumbed to the realization that he would die in that alley, peeing his pants, and never see his best friends again. Oddly, it was that thought that gave him the strength to raise his wand one more time and cast his Patronus. This time, he was successful, and the stag began chasing the dementors away from Little Whinging.
Harry sighed in relief that the cold and depression were lifting from the alley. He considered stopping his accident, but at the realization that he was nearly done peeing, decided not to. He pushed the last few drops out as his Patronus chased the last dementor away from Dudley. Then he moved to try and help his cousin off of the ground. As he moved, he realized he was cold all over; he was drenched in sweat. It was good, he thought, because it would hide the obviousness of his accident from the Dursleys.
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Harry would struggle in a lot of ways to recall the next several hours. Everything he thought he knew about his life on Privet Drive was turned on its head when it was revealed that Mrs. Figg wasn’t just his crazy neighbor, but a Squib very well aware of how important he was. His world spiraled out of control when his aunt admitted that she knew what dementors were. And he felt like he’d died when he received notice that he was expelled from Hogwarts for using the Patronus Charm.
Dudley was in a bad way all that night and into the next day. His parents decided that he needed a visit to a doctor, so they left the house and told Harry not to touch anything, as per usual. He paced back and forth in his bedroom until several witches and wizards arrived in the kitchen to steal him away from the Dursleys at last. Harry was most likely in a state of shock, he figured, because of the many traumatizing things he’d been through in the last 24 hours. All he wanted to do was sleep.
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This is my first story and an idea that's been floating around in my head for a while. If you have any constructive criticism for my please let me know.
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Maya didn't want to go to this stupid girl's summer camp in the first place, but her mom and dad were working and they didn't want her to spend the summer indoors. It didn't seem too bad, she thought as she read the itinerary. Her days did seem pretty jam packed, though. She wondered if she'd every get any free time.
"All right, kids!" A peppy female voice interrupted her musings. "I'm Makayla, I'm your counselor. I'm so excited to spend the summer with you! First thing first, we have a couple of rules to go over..." Her obviously fake excitement droned on and on and Maya let her mind drift and she took the last swig of her water bottle. Then, Makayla said something that caught her attention.
"Now, here at Camp Peak, we're very concerned with your safety. That's why we have the buddy system. You can't go anywhere without your buddy, not to the showers, not to bed, not even to the bathroom. If you're found wandering around alone, you will be punished severely. We'll call out names to set you up with your buddy. Joy L. and Bell D." She called out names until Maya finally heard her buddy. "Thea R, and Maya S." Maya stood up and looked around. She laid eyes on a pretty brunette with ice blue eyes. Maya's eyes drifted down the girl's impressively large chest to where a name tag with the name Thea on it rested. Thea gave Maya a small wave and walked over to her.
"So, I guess I'm your buddy." Maya said. somewhat awkwardly. Thea laughed and tossed her hair.
"Yeah. I'm Thea." Maya obviously knew this from the announcements but she stuck out her hand anyway.
"I'm Maya." Thea took her hand and smiled. "Well, Maya, you're in for a hell of a summer. I'm the most fun person I know." The girls noticed the lack of people around them and Thea glanced at her schedule.
"Shit!" Thea exclaimed. "We're going to be late for lunch." Maya blushed, feeling a bit of discomfort as her bladder alerted her of its fullness. She shrugged it off. She didn't want to be late for her first item of the day. Besides, she was sure she could hold it longer. Looking longingfully at the bathrooms, Maya trailed after her new friend.
The tables at the mess hall didn't have chairs, they just had long wooden benches, and Maya was extremely thankful for this. She sat at the edge of her seat, so that she could subtly use the chair to put pressure on her pee hole. When she did this, she forgot about her growing need and drank four glasses of water with her chili. However, when the water bottle she had emptied earlier started to hit her bladder, she started to regret that. She squirmed around in her seat, trying to give herself a little relief without holding herself. Thes pretended not to notice. Secretly, though, she was loving the show. This wasn't Thea's first summer here and she's decided that this time, she was going to have a little fun with it. As embarrassing as it was, Maya was going to have to say something to Thea. As the counselors announced that it was time to move to the next event, Maya decided she needed to say something.
"Hey, uh, Thea?" Maya's cheeks grew hot and Thea tried to look as innocent as possible. "Can we stop by the bathroom before our next event?" Thea pretended to look annoyed.
"Can't you just wait until a free time?" She fought the urge to smile, knowing that if it took that much desperation for Maya to ask to go to the bathroom, than she wouldn't never admit to not being able to wait. As Thea had predicted, Maya swallowed and nodded her head. The pair headed to arithmetic, then music, then art. By that point, Maya's bladder was reaching it's full capacity and she was fighting not to hold herself. She knew she would have to sacrifice her pride and ask Thea again.
"Thea? Can we stop at the bathroom on the way to the next event?" Thea shook her head.
"Our next event is awhile away. We might not even be on time as it is, so we don't have time to stop. "
"Oh. Ok." Maya mumbled, flushing. "What's our next event?"
"Gym, though I'm sure you won't have a problem with that." It was true. Maya loved to play sports and she looked the part, too. She had long bleached-blonde hair and tan skin from hours in the sun. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail that barely reached the neckline of her white T-shirt. Maya fidgeted with the black backpack that she had slung over one shoulder. They were barely on time for gym and didn't even have time to change, let alone go to the bathroom.
"Dodgeball." It was only a single word out of the counselors mouth and it's struck fear in Maya's heart. Dodgeball meant running and jumping, both of which were heightened challenges with the state of Maya's bladder. She decided she would have to avoid the game at all costs. Thea, however, had different plans for her. The moment the whistle sounded, Maya took off running away from the action. Her plan seemed to work for the first few minutes until the counselor yelled to Maya.
"Hey! You can't do that! Get up there and play the game." Maya painstakingly waddled over towards the center. She wished she could just get hit so she could sit down and not have to play. She took a deep breath and straightened up, making her the perfect target. Her eyes were closed, so she couldn't even brace herself for the hit Thea delivered. The ball struck her right on her bulging bladder. It spurted, wetting the front of Maya's underwear and started to travel down her black leggings. Maya's dropped to a squat with her legs splayed open and her hands flew to her crotch, trying to hold back the flood. She clenched every muscle in her body and closed her eyes. She would not pee herself like a baby in front of all these people.
"Oh my god!" Thea exclaimed from across the room, as loud as she possibly could. "Are you ok?" Mays's eyes flew open and saw everyone in the room staring at her. She would have loved to have removed her hands from her crotch so the whole class wouldn't know how bad off she was, but unless she wanted to pee herself with everyone watching, the hands were staying. The whole room was silent. Then she heard a snicker from Thea.
"Oh my god. Are you going to pee yourself?" The whole room erupted in laughter. Maya looked around for the counselor, hoping that she would stop the laughter. She was nowhere to be found, though, and Maya was paralyzed. Another girl chimed in to tease her.
"Actually, it looks like she already started!" Maya looked underneath her and found a small yellow puddle. The class laughed even harder and started to make remarks.
"Hissss" She heard people say. "Water, waterfalls, streams, pee." She tried her best to block them out and gripped her crotch tighter, but their taunts made it harder to hold on.
"Hold her down." She heard Thea say. Maya wanted to run, to get away from Thea, but she couldn't move. All she could to was sit there and pray that she would regain control. Then she felt hands on her shoulders, shoving her to the ground. She tried in vain to keep a grasp on her crotch put he hands were pried away and she was completely helpless as the kids help her down. She would fight, but all of her energy was going to not peeing herself. She saw Thea wasn't holding her down and she braced herself for what was to come. She felt Thea pull off her shoes, and then her pants and underwear, leaving her privates exposed for everyone to see. Thea hiked up Maya's shirt and traced a long fingernail around her belly button. Then, without warning, Thea started tickling her. Maya tensed and she felt a spurt wet the lips of her vagina. She fought to stop it but there was a small puddle underneath her before she could. The class jeered.
"Aw, is somebody going to wet themself?" One said
"Are you going to have an accident?" Said another
"If you have to use the potty you have to tell us!" Said a third.
Thea tickled again. Maya tried to fight, but it was no use. The dam broke. A hot jet of pee shot out of her at full force. The kids laughed even harder as her pee hissed.
"You're peeing yourself like a baby!"
"Ooh! Somebody's having a little accident!"
Thea stopped tickling and watched as Maya peed herself. Her relief was so huge any restraint she had left melted away to the bliss of relief. She felt an orgasm build up and she didn't even do anything to stop it. All that mattered was the amazing feeling she was having right now.
"Oh, oh, oh, ohh!" Maya cried out as the orgasm hit and her voice echoed off of the walls. As the bliss faded, she remembered where she was and the situation she was in. She opened her eyes to find the class gone and only Thea standing above her. She offered a hand to help her up. Maya took it tentatively. Thea handed her her pants.
"Let's... let's clean this up." Thea said, gesturing to Maya and the floor. Maya wasn't sure why Thea thought that they could be friends after that, but she was going to go along with it. Someday, somehow, she'd get her revenge. |
Jumin's alarm clock beeped, signalling to him that it was morning time. He turned over on his bed and hit the button on his clock, shutting it off. He slowly sat up and stretched. His head was hurting a bit. He had a bit too much wine last night so he was slightly hungover. Jumin looked over beside him and saw his cat, Elizabeth the 3rd, sleeping in his bed beside him. He gently pet his cat and smiled. "Good morning, princess. Sleep well?" he asked her. Elizabeth slowly woke up and looked up at him, meowing softly. Jumin smiled and pet her for a while longer until he looked over at his clock. It was almost 8:30 and he remembered that he was holding a meeting at the C&R building at 9. He sighed and got out of bed and started to get dressed. He luckily had a shower the night before so he would save time in the morning. He was responsible like that.While Jumin looked for his suit, he felt a bit of pressure in his bladder. The wine he had last night had caught up to him. Simply deciding that he didn't have time to use the bathroom, he donned his regular suit and went to the kitchen where his chef was. "Good morning, sir. For breakfast, I have made you a healthy fruit salad along with a glass of red wine." said the chef. Jumin smiled and nodded. "Thank you." He sat down and began to eat. After finishing the salad, he drank down his wine. "That was good." he said to himself, standing up and checking the time. 8:40. He decided that he had better leave now if he wanted to make it to the C&R building on time. After filling Elizabeth's food bowl, Jumin grabbed his things and headed down the elevator of his penthouse. As he exited the elevator, his driver, Driver Kim, was already waiting for him. He opened the car door for him and Jumin got in. During the drive, Jumin felt the wine from breakfast had made it's way to his bladder. He made a mental note to use the bathroom at the building before the meeting started. There was traffic on the road, so it took a bit longer then usual to get to the building. Jumin sighed and pressed his thighs together. He wasn't desperate yet, but he still felt like he should use the bathroom soon.Eventually, they made it to the C&R building. Jumin got out of the car and went into the building. After signing in, he made his way towards the bathrooms. He was just about to enter the men's room when his assistant, Jaehee Kang, stopped him. She had a cup of coffee in her hand. "Mr. Han, there you are. The meeting is about to start." she said to him. Jumin turned to her and nodded, temporarily forgetting about his need. "Right. I was just about to head to the meeting room." he said. Jaehee nodded. "Good. And I brought you your coffee." she said, handing him the cup of coffee. Jumin took it and smiled. "Thank you. Lead the way, Assistant Kang." he said, following her to the meeting room. On the way, Jumin sipped his coffee. It wasn't until he finished it that he realized that it would fill his bladder soon enough. He shook his head. How could he be so stupid? Oh well. Nothing he can do about it now. He would just have to wait until after the meeting to relieve his bladder.After entering the meeting room, Jumin saw that everyone was already there, talking among themselves. Since he was holding the meeting, he had to stand in the front of the room. As he walked to the front of the room, he gave his crotch a quick squeeze to help him hold his urine. He could already feel the coffee making its way to his bladder. He sighed and looked at everyone. "Good morning everyone. I called you all here today to discuss the new cat project I am planning." Jumin started the meeting about developing clothes for cats to wear. About ten minutes in, a wave of desperation washed over him, causing him to stop talking suddenly and bite his lip. Suddenly realizing what he was doing, he faked a cough. "Sorry. My throat is a bit scratchy." he said. He discreetly pressed his legs together and continued talking. Twenty minutes later, Jumin's need had gotten considerably worse. He was now walking around the large table as he talked, as he was unable to keep still. "Now, Assistant Kang has prepared a PowerPoint to explain my points." Jaehee opened her laptop and pulled up the PowerPoint. Jumin sat down in a chair and watched his assistant start to present it. Sitting down had eased his urge a bit. On the table was a large pitcher of water with cups around it. Jumin had gotten quite thirsty from talking for so long. He began to pour himself a glass of water. He drank it down and payed attention to the presentation again. As the PowerPoint went on, Jumin was beginning to regret drinking the water. His bladder was even fuller now. He bit his lip and crossed his legs to keep his urine from escaping. As much as he wanted to, he knew better than to interupt the meeting for something as small as his full bladder. He was determined to keep holding.Fifteen minutes later, though it felt like hours for Jumin, the PowerPoint finally ended, which meant Jumin would have to stand up again. Slowly, he uncrossed his legs and stood up, but something happened that made him gasp. He leaked. It was a small leak, but it still caught him off guard. He walked back to the front of the table with his legs pressed tightly together. He glanced up at the clock. He was halfway done with the meeting. He began to talk more about his project for another 20 minutes, his bladder getting fuller and fuller. Jumin let out another leak, a bit longer than the last one. While it looked like Jumin was completely calm while talking, he was actually panicking. If he were to wet himself in front of his co-workers, it would certainly ruin his reputation. "Now, I know a few of you had other ideas about cat projects to work on. You may come up here and present them." said Jumin, quickly sitting down to try and ease his urge a bit. One of his co-workers went up to the front and began to present his idea about a new toy for cats. Jumin tried to listen, but he was too focused on his overly full bladder. He honestly didn't remember when he decided to hold himself like a child, but he found himself gripping his cock through his pants. Another leak escaped and Jumin looked down. Even though his pants were dark, he could still see a tiny wet spot on his pants. He groaned softly and continued holding himself.Soon, the co-worker was finished presenting and Jumin had to wrap up the meeting. He took his hand off his crotch and slowly stood up again and waddled to the front. He talked quickly. "That wraps up the meeting. Make sure you look over your notes carefully and try to come up with new cat projects. We will meet again next week." he said. The workers and Jaehee began to file out of the room. Soon, Jumin was the only one left. His bladder let another leak escape and he gasped, his hands shooting to his crotch. He had to go so badly that he didn't think that he would even make it to the bathroom in time. Jumin looked around the room frantically and spotted the large potted plant in the corner. The pot was over filled with soil. That gave Jumin an idea. It was a stupid one, but his bladder was absolutely begging for release. With his hands still in his crotch, he hobbled over to the potted plant and stood in front of it. He unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. It was time. He was finally going to get release. He was just about to start relaxing when-"Mr. Han?"Jumin gasped and quickly put himself away and zipped himself up. He turned and saw his assistant atanding there. Jaehee looked at him. "I forgot my clipboard. What were you doing, Mr. Han?" she asked. Jumin looked away and tried to look like he wasn't about to relieve himself in the potted plant. "N-Nothing...I was just about to l-leave." he said, trying his harderst not to stutter. His legs were pressed tightly together and more leaks were escaping. Jumin hoped that Jaehee would leave soon so he could finally go. Jaehee just continued looking at him. "Are you alright, Mr. Han? You don't normally stutter." she said, a bit concerned. Jumin was trying to think of what he should say when it happened. His bladder could no longer hold. The floodgates opened and pee began to rush out of his cock. Jumin tried his hardest to stop it, but it was no use. It just kept coming. His pants got soaked and a stream of pee was falling from his pants, creating a puddle on the ground. Jumin held back back a moan of relief as his bladder finally emptied. Jaehee stood there in shock as she watched her boss have an accident. She wasn't quite sure what to think.After about five minutes, Jumin's pee finally slowed down and soon stopped. Jumin stood up straight and looked away. He couldn't look his assistant in the eyes. After a few moments of silence, he spoke. "I...I am very sorry. You should not have to...see me like this." To Jaehee's surprise, Jumin seemed calm and collected. "I will be going home now. I will see you tomorrow, Assitant Kang." And with that, Jumin walked out of the room. As he walked through the hall, he kept his gaze down. While he seemed to be completely calm on he outside, on the inside, he was extremely embarrased. He walked outside where Driver Kim was waiting for him. He wondered why Jumin's pants were darker than they were this morning, but didn't say anyhing. Jumin opened the truck of the car and pulled out a towel, setting it on the back seat. Getting into the car, he sat on the towel and Driver Kim began to drive him home. Jumin was quiet for the whole trip, replaying what just happened in his mind over and over again. He sighed looked out the window, trying to focus on something else for the ride home.As soon as he got home, Jumin took off his clothes. His underwear was soaked and he cringed as he peeled them off. He set up a hot shower for himself and stepped in, scrubbing himself good. He still couldn't believe he wet himself in front of his assistant. He wondered what she thought of him now. He worried that she was going to tell his co-workers, or worse, his father. Trying not to stress out, Jumin stepped out of the shower and dried off, putting on his bathrobe and walking back to his room. He poured himself a glass of wine and sat on the bed. Embarrasment was eating away at him, but he tried to remain calm. Elizabeth the 3rd jumped up on the bed and rubbed against Jumin. He looked at her and rubbed her head. "Elizabeth the 3rd...I had an....embarrasing experience at work today. You are my only comfort for this." he said quietly.Just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Jumin stood up and opened it. It was one of his security guards. "Sir, there is someone at the front door. She said her name is Jaehee Kang. Isn't she your assistant?" asked the guard. Jumin tried to hide his blush. Jaehee was the last person he wanted to see right now. Even so, he mustered up whatever courage he had left and asked the security guard to let Jaehee in. "Yes sir." said the guard and he went to get Jaehee. Jumin changed into a T-Shirt and jeans. By the time he was done changing, Jaehee arrived at his bedroom door. "Hello, Mr. Han." she said, flashing him an awkward smile. Jumin looked at her, then looked away. He was clearly still embarrassed about his accident. Jaehee spoke again. "Mr. Han...I am very sorry about your...accident. Please know that I do not think any differently of you, and I know how you feel in this situation." Jaehee blushed a bit. "Do you remember about three months ago when I was working and then suddenly asked to go home because I said I was feeling sick?" Jumin nodded, but didn't say anything. She continued. "Well...on that day...I actually had an accident myself. I was right outside a stall when it happened, so you couldn't see it, but that is why I asked to leave. So you see...everyone has accidents." she said softly. Jumin finally looked at Jaehee, not saying anything for a few moments. He then smirked and put a hand on his hip. "Hm...I was wondering why your pants were darker when you asked me that." he said. Jaehee blushed and rubbed her arm. "Y-Yes..." she said, now feeling a bit embarrassed herself. She looked at her watch and then back at Jumin. "I must head home. I need to get started on some paperwork. I...hope you feel better, Mr. Han." She turned to leave out the door when Jumin called out to her. "Assistant Kang...thank you." Jaehee smiled. "Anytime, Mr. Han. See you tomorrow." She then left. Jumin sat on his bed and sighed. He was lucky to have an assistant like her, but he seriously hoped that he wouldn't have anymore accidents like that in the future.
[Author's Note]
Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed my story! This was my first real attempt at making an omorashi fanfic, so I decided to go with the simple "desperate at work" scenario. If you have any constructive criticism, please tell me in the comments. Who knows, I might make another one one day. Thanks for reading! <3 |
Here's a My Little Pony fanfic I put on fimfiction.net (where I use a different but similar, French-sounding name). It is set in the Equestria Girls world and involves my four favorite Equestria Girls characters to fetishize: Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Aria Blaze.
If you're unfamiliar with their appearances and outfits mentioned, google image search for them.
My stories are generally criticized for poor quality, but this one is one of the better received stories and I hope you like it. If you do I might put more of them here, and for those that contain fetishes that might put you off (like fart scenes), I can edit those out. (There are none here, though a bit of spanking)
Aria's Revenge
Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie were sitting on a bench at the park, enjoying the lovely weather. Pinkie Pie and Rarity were wearing their respective jean shorts and purple shorts from Legend of Everfree, and Rainbow Dash was wearing her usual outfit, the pink skirt with skintight black shorts underneath.
Rarity was just starting to tell the other two girls about a fashion show she was planning when Aria Blaze walked out from behind a tree, wearing her usual purple pants.
"You again!" said Rainbow Dash.
"Where are the other two sirens?" said Pinkie Pie.
"Probably off sulking somewhere, I don't care," said Aria.
"Not so tough without your powers, are you?" said Rainbow Dash.
"You three act so tough when you've got Sunset Shimmer and Princess Twilight behind you."
"I could still kick your sorry butt!"
"Prove it," said Aria. "There is a haunted house on top of that hill over there. Go in there and prove you're not afraid of all the ghosts in there!"
"There's ghosts in the haunted house?" said Pinkie Pie, hiding behind Rarity.
"That's why it's called a haunted house, loser!" said Aria. "So, are you up for the challenge? Go in there for three hours. If I catch any of you leaving before then, or running out screaming, I win!"
"I don't see you going into the haunted house!" said Rainbow Dash.
"Fine," said Aria. "I'll go in with you! It'll be worth it to see the looks on your faces when the ghosts scare the piss out of you!"
"Dream on!" said Rainbow Dash. "If you run outside before all of us, we win!"
"But first," said Aria, trying to hide the smirk on her face, "I heard you bragging about beating Applejack at a cider drinking contest. I bet you couldn't even beat these two!"
"Yes I can!" said Rainbow Dash. "As a matter of fact, I'll take you all on!"
"No thanks," said Aria. "I have better things to do." She had an evil plan in place.
"Are you chicken?" said Rainbow Dash. "Afraid I'll beat you?"
"No!" said Aria. "I'll beat you easily!" This could be a problem, but hopefully she'd find a way around it.
Rainbow Dash led Pinkie Pie, Rarity, and Aria to her stash of cider. She took out 28 bottles of cider, seven for each of them. "First one to finish drinking all seven of their ciders wins!"
They all took a drink of cider, except Aria, who pretended to drink and started to pour it out.
Rainbow kicked her in the butt. "Hey, that's cheating! If you do that again, you lose by default!"
They drank as fast as they could. Rainbow finished first, Pinkie second, Rarity third, and Aria fourth. Aria, realizing she had lost the contest before she could finish her seventh bottle of cider, set it aside, and Pinkie Pie downed it in one gulp.
"Haha! I win!" said Rainbow Dash.
"That was just a warmup," said Aria. "The real challenge awaits in the haunted house!"
They walked toward the haunted house. The atmosphere seemed to get eerie as they got closer. They reached the haunted house, and its creaky door swung open of its own accord.
"Stay in here for three hours or you lose," said Aria.
"We win if you run first," said Rainbow Dash.
"Do we have to do this?" said Pinkie Pie.
"We can beat this awful siren!" said Rarity. "Stick close to Rainbow Dash and there's nothing to be afraid of!"
They entered the haunted house. It was dark and creepy inside.
"Well, let's just sit here," said Aria.
"No way!" said Rainbow Dash. "We're exploring every room and seeing if there's really any ghosts in here!"
They explored the rooms in the haunted house for about an hour. They didn't see any signs of ghosts, but they did hear some creaking and unearthly moaning.
"Is there a bathroom in here?" said Pinkie Pie. "I gotta go pee!"
Rainbow Dash and Rarity didn't want to admit it, but they were feeling a little uncomfortable as well. They hoped Aria would be suffering the same, although Aria had one less drink than them.
"We'll just have to find a bathroom," said Aria, both hoping for opportunities for them to run into ghosts before she got too desperate, or hoping she'd have access to a bathroom if they stayed or were able to hold it longer than her.
As they walked into a room with a chair inside it, Aria slapped Pinkie's butt.
"HEY!" said Pinkie Pie. She didn't really mind the slap, but it had nearly made her lose control.
They walked through a long hall for another ten minutes. Pinkie Pie was becoming more and more desperate. She put her hands over her crotch, a pained expression on her face. "Can we hurry up and find a bathroom? I REALLY have to go!"
"Wait a minute," said Rarity. "Where's Aria?"
"Maybe the ghosts got her," said Rainbow Dash.
"Maybe she got scared and ran!" said Pinkie Pie. "That means we win and I can get out of here and find a bathroom, right?"
They were on their way back down the hall, when suddenly Aria jumped out from behind a suit of armor. "BOO!"
Pinkie jumped with fright, then looked down and blushed as she felt her shorts grow damper and damper. "I wet myself," she said sheepishly.
"Haha, that's one down!" said Aria.
"I'm not gonna let that stop me!" said Pinkie, who was still peeing. "I'll stay in this haunted house until Rainbow Dash runs, and I know she won't cause she's not afraid of anything!"
"That's right," said Rainbow Dash, though her voice trembled slightly - she was much more nervous than she was letting on, and she could feel the pressure getting heavier.
They reached the end of the hall, and entered a room. Chairs were flying around.
"There really are ghosts in here!" said Rainbow Dash, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
Pinkie Pie jumped on Rarity's back and whimpered. Rarity peed a little from the strain, but managed to hold the rest of it in. "Get off my back," she said.
Then a chair flew at Rainbow Dash, but Rainbow kicked it away and it smashed on a wall. "Let's get out of here," she said, feeling a little more confident.
They walked outside the door and back through the hall. Moaning could be heard on the other side of a door they walked by on the way there.
"I dare you to go in there," said Aria.
"Not without you!" said Rainbow Dash.
"Are you scared?"
"No. Are you?"
"No!"
"Then come in with me!"
Aria was feeling the effects of the cider she had drank already. She hoped she could hold it in until she could find relief soon. Rainbow and Aria entered the room. A ghost flew up to them. "Ooooooo!" it said.
Rainbow Dash and Aria both ran outside the room. Rainbow Dash had to pee very badly, and so did Rarity, whose shorts were already slightly damp, and her underwear damper.
"You ran outside!" said Aria.
"So did you!" said Rainbow Dash.
"Yeah, well I'll go into that room for two full minutes! Don't any of you come in with me!" Aria pointed to a door she was sure was empty, hoping she could get in, pull her pants down, and pee there, under the guise of going into a haunted room alone to prove how daring she was.
"I bet you'll run out in a minute!" said Rainbow Dash.
Aria opened the door and walked into the room. She closed the door, found a piano to hide behind in case any of the other girls should peek inside, and was just about to pull down her pants when a ghost suddenly came out from the piano right in front of her. "Boo!" it said.
Aria let out a loud scream, wetting her pants slightly, and ran outside, slamming the door shut behind her and panting heavily.
"Heehee!" Pinkie giggled, noticing the damp spot on Aria's pants.
"At least I didn't wet myself all the way!" said Aria, blushing with anger and embarrassment. She took out her frustration on Rarity by kicking her in the butt.
"Ow!" said Rarity. A small jet of pee made its way out of her. She whimpered and held the rest of it in, but the small wet spot on her shorts was a little bigger now. She glared at Aria, rubbing her sore tush. "That is so uncouth!"
Rainbow Dash had to pee so badly now, having finished her cider first. She was holding herself, her eyes tearing up a bit. She wasn't sure she could make it.
Rarity wasn't doing much better. She was really squirming as they walked up the stairs.
They entered another room, which was seemingly empty, but a tapestry was hanging above a window.
"Oooh, a tapestry!" said Rarity, and she walked over to the window to get it. Instantly, a ghost flew out in front of Rarity. Rarity fell backwards on her butt, and then the floodgates opened. Tears poured down Rarity's face as she peed herself, flooding her purple shorts and forming a puddle under her where she sat. Pinkie and Aria giggled, Aria forgetting that she had to pee too, though not nearly as badly as Rainbow Dash, who was too busy holding it in to even chuckle.
"It's not funny, Pinkie Pie!" said Rarity, blushing beet red as she finished wetting herself.
"Yes it is, Rarity!" said Pinkie. "I wet myself too! Nothing to be ashamed of!" She held out her hand and helped Rarity to her feet. Rarity's shorts were soaked and her butt hurt even more, but Pinkie's words made her feel a little better.
"Two down!" said Aria.
"Did you have an ulterior motive bringing us here?" said Rainbow Dash, without removing her hands from her crotch.
"No!" Aria lied. "This is just a fun bonus, watching you suffer for taking away all my power!"
"I'm not suffering!" said Pinkie Pie. "I think it's kind of funny!"
"So, think you can hold it for another hour?" said Aria.
"No," said Rainbow Dash. She felt like she was about to burst.
"Well, there's an empty room over there," said Aria, pointing to a room that she had heard some creaks and crashes inside as they walked by it. "I didn't hear any sounds coming from it."
Rainbow Dash entered the room, but was on her guard every moment, not trusting Aria. After a few seconds with no ghost activity, Rainbow Dash walked toward a couch to pee behind it. Then the couch lifted up and flew at Rainbow Dash, while ghostly cackling could be heard. Rainbow Dash ducked, getting down on her knees to avoid it, and a dusty old pillow came flying and hit her rear. Because the pillow was so soft, it didn't affect her much, but she still really needed to go and couldn't hold it much longer. Rainbow stood up and ran for the door, but had to duck a flying table. A small dresser went flying just beside her and landed in front of the door. Rainbow Dash moved the dresser out of the way, trying her hardest to hold it in. Finally she opened the door and got outside.
"How did it go, Dashie?" said Pinkie Pie.
"There were ghosts in there!" said Rainbow Dash. "I barely made it out!"
Aria chuckled to herself. Rainbow knew she was moments away from peeing herself. She could feel the pee sloshing inside her.
"All right, there seem to be no ghosts in the main area," said Rainbow Dash. "I'll just find a corner to pee in! Nobody look!"
Rainbow Dash walked to a corner, then turned around. Pinkie and Rarity's backs were turned, but Aria was staring at her.
"Hey, stop staring!" said Rainbow Dash.
"No way," said Aria, trying not to fidget because now she really needed to pee. She wasn't sure what she should do - ensure that Rainbow Dash wet herself, or find a place to get her own relief? Rainbow Dash had drank one more cider than her and had drank them the fastest, surely Aria could outlast her.
Rainbow Dash ran down the stairs faster than she had ever run without Equestrian magic, and ran into one of the first rooms they had entered. There was a desk in the room, but she didn't bother hiding around it, she didn't have a second to spare. Before she could even lift her skirt up, she saw the desk start to levitate. "Oh come on!" She ran outside, and came face to face with Aria. Rainbow Dash ran the other way as fast as she could, but then, it was all over for her. Rainbow Dash froze as she felt her shorts grow warm and wet. She blushed with embarrassment as rivers of pee flowed from her skintight shorts down her legs. A puddle grew under her, and she tried to hold back her tears.
Rainbow Dash couldn't believe she, a world-class athlete, a member of the most awesome band, was wetting herself. Although she felt ashamed beyond belief, it did feel wonderful finally letting go after holding it in for so long, and she couldn't help but sigh of relief.
Aria watched Rainbow Dash's accident with great satisfaction. "Ha! Revenge is mine!" A jolt from her bladder reminded her of her own situation, and she stopped moving. "Well, I've had my revenge, so I'm going now!"
"But you said if you leave before all of us do, we win!" said Rainbow Dash. "If you leave now, you can't prove you're more daring than me!"
Aria let out a whimper. She had to pee badly, and now that Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie had wet themselves and gotten over it, they were going to stay here as long as they wanted to! She decided to high tail it out of here. Her contest was just a front anyway, she had already achieved her real objective and didn't want the same thing to happen to her. So what if she lost this fake contest? In the end she'd be bragging about being the only one of the four who didn't pee herself. She turned around and ran, but Rainbow Dash was faster. She grabbed Aria by the back of the shirt and dragged her back to where Rarity and Pinkie Pie were waiting.
"Stop!" said Aria, trying uselessly to get free of Rainbow's grip. "I really have to go!"
"You made us wet ourselves," said Rainbow Dash, "so now we return the favor!"
Rainbow dragged Aria up the stairs, hitting her butt against each step, with Aria wincing each time. Rainbow sat down on a nearby bench and put Aria over her lap. Aria could feel how wet Rainbow's skirt was and whimpered, as it nearly made her lose control. Rainbow Dash spanked Aria five times as hard as she could. After the fifth swat, Aria wet her pants. She blushed and whimpered as she felt the warm wetness soak her underwear and her purple jeans. In her position, she was peeing on Rainbow Dash too, but Rainbow didn't mind. Her shorts and legs were already soaked so it didn't make much of a difference. As a matter of fact, she kind of enjoyed it a little. Pinkie Pie was laughing hard the entire time.
Finally Aria stopped peeing, and got off Rainbow Dash, rubbing her butt while kneeling in the puddle she had made at Rainbow's feet.
Pinkie heard a loud crash inside a door, and opened it. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a big, creepy-looking ghost appeared right in front of Aria. "BOO!" it said the instant it appeared.
Aria's face turned white and she got up and ran for the door, her pants growing even wetter as all she had managed to hold in after her first accident came rushing out uncontrollably, leaving a trail of urine as she opened the exit door and ran outside screaming.
"Yeah! That means we win!" said Rainbow Dash.
"I hope she's learned her lesson," said Rarity. She was still feeling ashamed from wetting herself, and blushed lightly. "Let us never speak of this to anyone," she said.
"Our lips are sealed!" said Pinkie Pie.
"And if Aria tells anyone, we'll tell them that she wet herself too!" said Rainbow Dash.
"Now let's go home and clean up," said Rarity. "I do hope we don't run into anyone along the way."
"There's a pool of water on the way in here!" said Pinkie Pie. "We could just pretend we were going for a swim!"
Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity walked out the door. |
Hey guys! Long time lurker, first time poster! just thought I'd share a story I cranked out yesterday, hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing! ;)
(P.S, I know I didn't spend a lot of time on character descriptions, 'cause I wanted to get to the good stuff, but I'm sure most of you at least vaguely know what Batgirl and co. look like haha)
Fiiiiiiinally! Batgirl raced down the streets of Gotham on her motorcycle, a huge wave of relief washing over her. The Joker and Harley Quinn had been on a tear for weeks on end, and only with the help of Red Arrow and Huntress had she been able to capture them. Now all that was left to do was go home, use the bathroom, shower, and crash on the couch with some streaming TV and leftovers!
“BATGIRL!!! BATGIRL!!! BATGIRL!!!” crowds screamed and clapped as Barbara sped by, cheering her on after one hell of a month, and she thought, hell, the least I could do is stop for a minute to say ‘hi’ to everybody! Dismounting her bike, Babs was immediately surrounded by a crowd of onlookers, still hooping and hollering for Batgirl. I don’t know why Bruce doesn’t meet the public, everybody seems to love the Bat-family! Little did Barbara know that not everyone in the crowd was a fan of her work….
Silently worming through the crowd, a hooded figure snuck up on Batgirl and lightly tapped her on the shoulder. “Wha-” was all that could escape her lips before she was pushed to the ground and pinned by a boot… a red boot… oh no… “Too slow on the draw, Bat-brain!” Harley Quinn chuckled as she stepped harder on the caped crusader’s torso, feeling her writhe underneath her heel. “Aww, does somebody need some help up? Too bad! You’re right where I want ya!” Batgirl was confused, how did Harley escape Arkham!? She escorted the princess of punchlines there herself! As Babs stood (or lay) dumbfounded, a dark shadow stretched over the street, and the faint sound of pumps slowly became louder and louder….
“A pleasure to see you again, Bruja” it was Bane!!! He must have busted harley out, now it was all starting to make sense to Batgirl! Suddenly, Harley pulled out her novelty pop-gun and aimed it right at Bats, and with a pull of the trigger and a loud *BANG* Batgirl found entire torso wrapped in a straightjacket of colorful confetti, one of the Joker’s most infamous gags!
“On second thought, maybe I will help you up!” Harley teased as she grabbed Batgirl by the cape and hauled her up to her feet. Pretending to dust off her adversary, while a crowd of onlookers stood terrified, Quinn slunk around to Batgirl’s backside. “You hounded me and Mistah J for weeks, we barely had a moment of fun to ourselves! And now my lil’ green-haired devil is locked up in maximum security ‘cuz of you! WELL, I think it’s time me and ol’ Bane-Drain had some fun!” Bane snarled at his name being joked about it such a derogatory manner; “Be careful how you address me, Ms. Quinn; You may be paying me, but I have the strength AND the brawn in this coalition!” Harley scoffed “Oh lighten up, willya! I told’ja this’d be a fun job, didn’t I? And here’s… the...FUN!!!” Suddenly Batgirl’s pants were pulled down to her ankles, exposing her purple thong with black bat-logos to the entire crowd! She was mortified!!! “Awwwwwww, isn’t that cute Bane?? Now she’s all embarrassed!” Quinn reached over to pinch Barb’s quickly reddening cheeks, while simultaneously pushing on the small of Batgirl’s back with her other hand, causing her to fall over with her firm, round butt wiggling in the air!!!
Bane smirked at the once acclaimed batgirl, being exposed in such a manner, but he knew there was much worse to come. “Harley, let me go THIS INSTANT!!! When Batman finds out about thi-” suddenly Harley interjected in a mockingly scared fashion, “Oh no, if only I had thought of that! Oh wait... I did! I sent out a fake distress signal from “Adam Strange” telling Batman to bring the entire Justice League AND the reserves to the planet Rann! Now it’s just some no powered punks and you left on Earth for a few hours, and no one will get here in time to help!” Could this be true?? Batgirl thought, her mind slowly forgetting her embarrassing predicament, but only for a moment, as Harley suddenly reached down and, grabbing the waistband of the thong, gave Bats the BIGGEST atomic wedgie she could muster!!!!
“OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!” Batgirl SCREAMED in pain, kicking her boots and pants off while frantically trying to escape.Now barefoot and bare-legged, with the mother of all wedgies grinding into her pussy and clit, Barb could barely see through the tears streaming down her face. One thing she did see though? The crowd was laughing at her! Laughing and pointing, and, and, taking video!!!! In fact, almost everyone had their phones out, taking videos! Why would they do this to her!? Why would no one go for help??? “Aww, little Batsie’s gonna be a star! Smile for the cameras, cutie!” Batgirl started wailing again, sobbing and blubbering like an infant. My crimefighting career is finished, no one will take me seriously ever again! Harley’s voice suddenly snapped her out of her daze “Ooooh, someone’s shaved their widdle pussy, haven’t they?? Bane,be a dear and hold this, will ya?” Harley said as she handed off the back of Bats’ thong to Bane, who used only one hand to lift Batgirl high in the air, another screech escaping her full lips.
“Oh Ehm Gee, you even shaved it in the shape of a bat??” Quinn said as she swiped a phone from a twenty-something college kid, and got a close-up shot of the redhead’s curly pubic tufts. “Harley…. Please….” Batgirl sobbed as the thong dug into her bladder, making her desperate for relief in more ways than one! “I have to go…” Harley only laughed, “you’re not going anywhere sweetie! In fact, I’m calling the shots now, and we’re gonna put on a little show for these people! Bane, over your knee, if you please!” Suddenly Batgirl was lowered, a slight relief from her thong burrowing into her mound. Her relief was short-lived, however, as Bane quickly grabbed her by the torso with his massive hands, and laid her across his knee, her legs kicking the whole time. “NO! NO! STOP! NO!!!” screamed Barbara, flailing her legs as fast as she could in a futile attempt to run, her thong flopping from being stretched to its absolute limits earlier.
“Ah ah ah! You kick around like such a naughty girl and momma’s gonna spank! Oh, who am I kiddin’, you’re getting a spanking either way!!!” Batgirl was terrified; she had never been spanked before! How bad would it hurt?? Suddenly Harley pulled a paddle out from behind her back, almost like she produced it from thin air, and jokingly made a few fake practice swats, the kind a golfer would when envisioning his shot.
“Ready hon? Here’s the windup…………………….………………………… AND THE PITCH!!!!’
*KRAKK!!!!*
Batgirl nearly leapt out of her skin! The only thing keeping her from writhing in agony on the ground was Bane holding her in place! She hardly even noticed she was screaming at the top of her lungs, the pain was so intense! Through white spots she could see people pointing and laughing at her utter humiliation, and Babs wished she could crawl in a hole and die!
“Ready for more, huh??”
“Oh pleeeaaasssssseeee no more!!!! Please, I beg y-”
*KRAKK!!!!*
“Pleeeeeease stop Har-”
*WAAAKKK!!!*
“I’m begging you!!!” She cried, kicking her thong off her shapely legs and exposing her tight, warm pussy to every onlooker in the crowd! Everyone in the world watching the footage was gonna see every secret fold of her holiest of places!!!
*SMAKKKK!!!*
“OH GOD PLEASE I GOTTA GO SOOOO BAD!!!” Batgirl screamed to the highest Heavens!!!
*KRAKK!!!*
*WAAAAKKKKK!!!!*
*SMAKKKK!!!!*
*BRAKKK!!!!!*
Harley swung a few more times before pantomiming catching her breath, and, with Batgirl’s ass even more purple than her costume, set down the paddle. “Now, what were you saying Batsy? You have to go? Go what?” Harley cooed as she leaned in close to Batgirl's face, the teen still sobbing and moaning as her tears hit the pavement. “I… uhh… I didn’t mean anything by it Harley! Now please lemme go! I won’t tell Batman, I swear!” Quinn rolled her eyes at the helpless heroine, not buying it for a moment. “Reaaaallllly? You mean you don’t have to, y’know, go potty or anything??” Harley knew when she emphasized the word ‘potty’ she made Batgirls bladder twitch and saw just the smallest jet of urine spurt out! “HAH!!! I KNEW IT!!! Batgirl’s gotta peeeee-ee! Batgirl’s gotta peeeeee-ee!!!” She sang as Babs squirmed, knowing she was caught! Oh God, please don’t let me do this in front of everyone, in front of all those cameras, please?
“Tell ya what toots, I have a proposal for you! See, I was gonna end this little spanking demonstration with the ultimate humiliation, YOUR UNMASKING!!!” With this, Bane flipped Bats up and off his lap into a standing position, his hands still grasping both sides of her.
“NOOOO!!!!!” Barbara shrieked as Harley jokingly lunged for her cowl, then pulled back, and with a flourish put her hands on her hips. “Geez, settle down, I was only jokin’! See, I WAS gonna unmask you, but in light of your… ‘predicament’... I’ve decided to have a little contest! Here’s what I’m thinkin’-” Quinn said as she leaned on Bane’s shoulder, one hand propping up her head “- I’m gonna give you a chance to keep your mask, and all you have to do is…. Hold your pee!”
Really? That’s it? Batgirl thought, it won’t be easy, but I can try I guess! Sadly, Batgirl should have known that Quinn would never play fair, and, almost as if she could hear barbara’s thoughts, Harley produced a feather duster from behind her back! Batgirl's’ eyes widened in horror…. This wasn’t fair!!! She was cheating!!! She was-
“Cootchie cootchie coo!!!” Harley exclaimed as she rubbed the torturous tickling device over Batgirls bulging bladder, Batgirl trying feebly to kick Harley away while also keeping her own legs crossed to keep the dam from bursting. CONCENTRATE!!! Barbara screamed to herself, CONCENTRATE!!! Quinn was not amused, she thought Batgirl would’ve burst by now!!!! She still had one more idea though…
Harley skipped around to Banes side and, after whispering something in his ear, had him gently nudge apart Barb’s legs and place his feet between hers so that she was standing spread-eagle. I can’t hold it much longer… Bats thought, her face soaked with tears and sweat. The entire crowd waited in dead silence as Quinn deftly pulled off her glove, and started caressing Batgirl’s swollen tummy. “I dunno if you’ve ever been with a woman before, but this is always good for a sure-fire squirting from Ivy!” And with that, Quinn’s hand glid down to the delicate folds between Bats’ hips, gently circling and flicking her clit.
“Oooohhhhh Gaaaawwwdddd Harley pleeeeeaaasssssseeeeeeee…..”
“Can’t find the words, huh??”
“Pleeeeeease don’t do this….ooh!!! Uhh!!! Pleeeaassseeee!!!!”
“Gee, I dunno, it sure sounds like you want me to!”
“Ohhhh fuck!!! I mean, no! I mean, ahh!!!”
“Hmm, I know what’ll help speed this up!” Suddenly, Quinn slid her first two fingers into Batgirl's’ sopping wet pussy, while using her thumb to make circles on her clit! “You can hold out as long as you like, but I know eventually you’ll give in!”
“UHH!!! You cheater!!!” Batgirl seethed through moans of ecstasy. “Uhh, I’m a bad guy,hello?? Cheating is our thing!” Harley laughed “And as fun as this is, I REALLY want all these good people to see the finale, since they stuck around for so long!” Harley doubled her pace, sliding her fingers in and out of Barb’s tight hole and using her clit like a joystick, sending waves of pleasure through the teen heroes body!
“UHH!!! FUCK!!!”
“Gonna cum for me Batsy??”
“OH GOD YES, I MEAN NO, I…. GRAAAHHHH!!!!”
“C’monnnnnnn, y’know you want to!!!!”
Bane let go of one of Barbara’s arms, needing to hold her with only one hand to contain her, and grabbed the ear of her cowl with his thumb and forefinger. He could feel her entire body tense up against his chest, and knew what was about to happen! “OHHH GODDDD I’M CUMMINGGGG PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!” Barb screamed to the sky, an earth-shaking orgasm ripping through her body! Harley rolled up her red sleeve to reveal a wristwatch, and tapped the glass face with her finger. “Annnnd three…. two… one!”
*PWWWIIIISSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!*
Bats body convulsed as her bladder sprayed hot golden jets of urine from her, her bladder releasing its sweet nectar in an increasingly large pool that was soaking her bare feet. Everyone was howling and roaring in waves of laughter, but she didn’t care (well, maybe a little!) All that mattered was her thankfulness that the nightmare was almost over! Unfortunately, the relief was quickly chased away by the dawning realization that she’d failed, and Harley was still staring at her, as were the crowds, and Harley was still tapping her wristwatch…. Oh God… OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod oh no….
“Ready Bane?? Well then, everybody get your cameras ready! The secret identity of Batgirl is revealed in……….. THREE…...TWO…………………………………………..ONE!!!!!”
*SHRIIIIIPPPPP!!!!!*
THE END! |
Hey guys!!! Sorry it took so long to keep the story going, my computer is a hunk of junk :P Anywho, I hope you enjoy this next chapter and feel free to comment!!!
(Story picks up pretty soon after the first chapter!)
Batgirl was frozen in place. She tried to scream out but no sound escaped her lips, and her limbs refused to respond. Suddenly a burst of light temporarily blinded her, and when her sight returned, she was shocked to see she was surrounded by hundreds, no, thousands, no, MILLIONS of people! A sea of faces, all pointing and laughing at her with a deafening roar, which caused her to look down and notice… she was naked!!! Not a stitch of clothing on her, not even her mask to conceal her identity as Barbara Gordon! Everyone was privy to a view her firm, toned butt,her shapely legs, her perky breasts and the hidden treasure between her hips!Suddenly she felt an overwhelming urge in her bladder, and before she could recognize the meaning, her bladder gave out, sending streaks of urine down her pale, creamy legs and pooling at her bare feet. She was mortified beyond belief, but she couldn’t move a muscle!!!
Barbara burst into tears and openly wept as the flow turned into a fire hose, producing an impossible amount of piss from her poor aching bladder, when she somehow regained control of her legs. She turned to see that she was surrounded on all sides, and tried to make a mad dash,hoping the throngs of people would make way for her, but only succeeded in making it two feet before she slipped and fell into her own ocean of waste, still urinating as she went down! The crowd closed in on her as she tried to cover her privates with her hands, only succeeding in soaking them with urine, and through streaking tears she could see all her enemies descending upon her! Joker! Riddler! Poison Ivy! Harley Quinn! Penguin! Bane! And too many faceless henchmen to count!!! They all dogpiled on her, and as she struggled to breathe under the most diabolical of rogue’s galleries, she noticed another sensation… one trying to make its way out her backside…
*DEEEEETTT DEEEEETTT DEEEEETTT DEEEEETTT*
Barbara woke up with scream, temporarily confused, until she pushed away the fog of dreaming and remembered she was on the JLA watchtower, having been rescued by Wonder Woman and Zatanna after her… “ordeal” at the hands of Harley Quinn and Bane. Oh God, that dream felt so real, she thought, I can never show my face in Gotham again… Babs pulled her legs up to her chest and silently wept, before realizing the bed was cold… and wet… Quickly throwing off the covers she was faced with an enormous, bright yellow stain on the bed that had soaked through to every corner, and reeked of ammonia. Now openly sobbing, the entire ordeal came back to her in a flood of images, and she flipped around to cry into her pillows, not even caring that she was getting the front of her thin t-shirt and purple panties soaked.
Wonder Woman and Power Girl were walking down the halls of the satellite, going to check in on Red Tornado’s monitor duty, when they passed by Batgirl’s room and heard crying from within. PG knocked on the door with her finger “Everything okay in there Barb?” but she heard no response. Wonder Woman chimed in “If there’s anything you need sweetie, please let us know, okay?” Both women leaned in close to the door. “Please… go away…” was the only response they received from the other side. Feeling sympathetic to her humiliated comrade, Wonder Woman quietly ushered PG off with her to go check on Red Tornado.
Several hours later, Diana and Kara were having tee in Diana’s room. “I just feel so awful about what happened” exclaimed the Amazonian “If only we hadn’t been tricked off-world, we could’ve done something!” Kara quickly interjected “I still can’t believe Harley would go to all that trouble just for so little payoff! Plus, we couldn’t have just avoided the distress signal, and even Batman was fooled by it. That guy’s supposed to be a genius!!!” Her last comment made Diana chuckle softly “Well, he may be the smartest MAN I know, but back on Paradise Island our scholars would make him feel like a student on their first day of class!” Both women were laughing out loud at this point, doubled over and trying not to fall out of their seats, when they both had a sudden sensation in their guts.
“Oh goodness, please excuse me for a moment!” Diana said, standing up to leave. “Oh, I’ll come with you, I suddenly have to...y’know…” PG said snickering. They both rose from their seats and walked towards the automatic door and… nothing. The door didn’t move. “Hmm, that’s odd...” Kara remarked as she pressed the manual control button. And… Nothing! They both looked at each other and laughed nervously, the sensation growing slowly from a dull fullness into something more serious. Diana reached into the small opening between the two doors, and pulled with all her strength, but they wouldn’t budge. Kara tried to help, grabbing the opposite door and pulling with every ounce of energy she had, but it proved to be a futile effort…
With the only exit locked tight, the girls had to resort to pounding on the door, trying to get the attention of any passerby.
*BANG BANG BANG*
“HELP!!! HELP!!!! WE’RE STUCK IN HERE!!!”
*BANG BANG BANG*
“CAN ANYBODY HEAR US!?!?”
After several minutes of banging, with no response, Diana asked “computer, is there anyone else on board the satellite right now?”
“THERE ARE ONLY THREE KNOWN LIFE FORMS ON BOARD AT THIS TIME”
“What?? How can that be?? Red Tornado should at least be here!”
“RED TORNADO WAS CALLED TO AN EMERGENCY ON OA. PLASTIC MAN IS IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC ON A GOODWILL EXHIBITION. THE WHEREABOUTS OF BATMAN ARE CURRENTLY UNKNOWN. BLACK CANARY AND GREEN ARROW ARE-”
“Okay okay that’s enough!!!” Kara interjected, clutching her stomach in pain. Neither woman had ever felt discomfort of this level before, due to their amazing super strength and physical fortitude, but it seemed that they would soon have to put their powers to the ultimate test: not soiling themselves!!!
“Di?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you having the same problem *HNNNGGG* that I am?”
“I.. I think I am…”
“Well… we c-can’t just mess ourselves can we?”
“I-I would think not” Diana quietly laughed, then cut off quickly, realizing it was not helping her predicament.
“Okay, well, can you, maybe, look away? I’m gonna try and… uhh...” Kara said, her eyes scanning the room for a suitable receptacle “Di, would you be mad if I used your teapot? Pretty pretty please???” Diana’s face was red “I...I guess so, given the present CIRCUMSTANCES!” She shouted her last word, feeling her control slip for just an instant, and jammed her hands into her crotch, not caring if PG saw!
Kara quickly grabbed the teapot and set it on the ground, and yanked the crotch of her leotard and panties to the side, exposing her puffy, glistening lips and her neatly trimmed patch of blonde hairs.
*HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*
Kara’s urine sounded like raindrops hitting a tin roof as she emptied her bladder into the makeshift toilet, not realizing the effect she was having on Wonder Woman. Diana’s eyes were locked on the stream that seemed to last for hours, transfixed by the rushing liquid escaping that tantalizing area, and before she realized, Wonder Woman had let the floodgates open and was pissing right into her outfit!
“Oh geez Diana, I’m sorry!!!” cried Kara, snapping Diana out of her daze, but there was nothing to be done at this point, she couldn’t stem the tide if she wanted to! The golden liquid poured out of the star-spangled panties and crept up the front and back, leaving no doubt as to what happened! “Oh dear…” Wonder Woman whimpered, internally hoping that Power Girl was good at keeping secrets. “Well, at least we don’t have to worry about our bladders any more” Kara laughed, while Diana strained to find the humor in her situation. Several awkward moments passed before the silence was broken:
“Di?”
“Yes?”
“Um… I don’t know how to say this” Kara bit her bottom lip “… but… we still have a problem…”
“Oh?”
“I… umm… I really, REALLY have to… poop…”
Hope you guys enjoyed it! I wanna continue with Kara's dilemma, and I think you'll like how it ends, but I didn't know if people here like scat as much as omo, so please let me know!
Edited August 21, 2017 by redbunsbabe
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It was a college Halloween party. The men were handsome, but the girls were gorgeous. There was one girl, Elba, who spent the night shoving tacos down her throat. She ended up having to run to the bathroom, holding her gut.
There were of course other girls there. College, beautiful girls. Six of them were about to have a hell of a night. One of which, one of them would never forget. Because that one person did not make it to the toilet in time. There were six girls. Amy, who wore a cowgirl outfit from the old west. She had on a tight, white t-shirt that showed her belly button area, with skinny jeans, and tan boots that reached the knees. She had a large cowgirl hat, and the only thing larger was her bladder after several sodas and beers. She made her way to the one bathroom in the house. Then, Blanca. She was dressed as a sexy cat. Tight black boots and jumpsuit, with nylons over the exposed legs. With little freckles and whiskers painted don her face. Lana was dressed as a sexy elf. She wore a green top hat, tight black pants, which stretched over her body from straps. Her belly button was exposed, and belly had enlarged since the party started. Her and Blanca sat there with friends and both said, “I’m about to pee my panties. Be right back.” Jo, was dressed as a superhero. Black outfit, short shorts, her brown hair whisked down her shoulders, and this girl’s bladder had taken in a lot. Too bad it was naturally the size of a bat’s bladder. Alexa followed not long after Jo. She had curly black hair, and wore a short, dark red dress. Wings sprouted from the back. The devil. Krista who dressed in a boxing uniform had tight, red gym pants just above her ankles. Her blonde hair tied up, and black boxing gloves. She soon felt after someone near her poured some drinks was reminded of the river inside of her. Her legs started to shake and she headed upstairs to the one bathroom, praying no one occupied it.
However, once she reached there, five other girls stood outside the locked door. All very desperate. There was going to be a mess tonight.
“Damn!” Krista said. “How long have you guys been waiting?”
“I’ve been here the longest,” Amy said. Her tight jeans became tighter as she struggled to cross her legs and hold the pee that filled more and more inside of her. “About fifteen minutes so far.”
Krista’s jaw dropped. She felt as if someone was dribbling a basketball inside of her. She got into line. Her legs tight together and hands in her crotch.
Five more minutes went by. Amy was hopping, legs crossed. Behind her was Blanca, who also had her legs crossed in her kitty outfit, and pressed her hands against her stomach; she was in pain. Lana was bent over halfway and legs tight, one hand to her crotch, one on her belly, massaging it. Jo was the only one who seemed in control. She moved a little back and forth, but she was not about to drip on the carpet…at least, that’s not what it looked like. Alexa had her hands on her hips, legs crossed. Krista…well…she did not have much time left it seemed like.
Jo said, “Amy, can you knock on the door?”
Amy did. Then, she said, “Hey, whoever is in there, there are six of us girls desperate as hell. Come on already!”
Lana’s face grew with concern. Her eyes closed as she felt warmth in her crotch area. She whispered to herself, “No…no…please no.” Her tan belly expanded over the waist of her pants.
Jo massaged Lana on the back and told her she was going to be alright. But Jo, who still looked in control, was in a darker place in her mind. She landed against the wall, one leg up with the knee out. Was this superhero going to be able to save her panties from a massive flood.
Alexa was hopping around, arms around herself as if she were freezing. Sweat beamed out of her head. She said through her teeth, “Oh man, what a night to go commando.” Her legs, due to being crossed for so long, started to fall asleep. She uncrossed them and started to jog in place.
The door finally opened. Elba came out looking relieved. “Sorry guys,” she apologized. “But don’t worry, I sprayed it fresh. She left, and Amy darted right into the bathroom, shutting the door from behind her with great force.
Amy’s scream of relief echoed throughout the top floor of the house. Blanca though, her was closest to the door, felt the ocean inside of her now in storm mode. She felt waves of agonizing desperation pulse in her bladder. She was rubbing her arms, hopping in place, legs uncrossed but tight together, knees centered. The sound of Amy’s watery relief made her desperation intense.
“Oh…oh.” Blanca said. “I..” her teeth jittered, “I can’t…can’t….take it any…anymore.” But the door opened, Amy walked out with a smile, and right when Blanca was headed in someone pulled her from behind and through her to the ground. Blanca grabbed herself quickly and got back control. Lana mouthed the words, “Sorry,” and shut the door behind her.
Blanca pulled herself up off of the floor with crossed legs, using the door knob on the bathroom as something to hold onto. She banged on the door, “Hey! Come on, it is my turn! My gut is gonna burst or something.” Lana apologized through the door. Lana felt bad, but she was losing it. Her panties had already been stained just a bit but still. Survival of the fittest, that is what she tells herself to this day.
Blanca saw a litter box in the room down the hall. In her cat outfit, she fantasized about taking advantage of the animal’s spot. She then regained sanity and grabbed her crotch. She bent over. Jo, who was bisexual, liked Blanca’s tight butt in the black cat suit. But the power of her hormones worsened her situation and made her dance in place. Alexa stuttered to the front.
She begged Blanca, “Blanca, please. I…I…really REALLY need to go.” She was not lying, she felt a boiling, pressure of pain in her bladder.
Blanca shook her head. “There’s no way. I’m sorry, but I can’t wait anymore.” Alexa understood. She walked slowly to the back and saw what had become of Krista.
Poor Krista. Her legs were crossed, one foot on the floor over one leg and the other knee on the ground. She held herself, shaking as if she were freezing. She was holding her breath, sweating. She did not know what to do. If she moved when it was her turn, it was going to pour out of her.
Lana came out, relieved, and Blanca smacked her, and ran in. Inside the bathroom, Blanca reached for the back of her costume. She tried to untie the strings that held it together. She could not stop moving her legs, at risk of making a lake on the bathroom floor. She was fighting a losing battle. She opened the bathroom door, holding her hand out in front of Jo was cried and jumped.
Blanca called Krista over. She told her to roll over if she had to, or she was going to have an accident as well. Krista rolled over and Blanca pulled her inside. Krista bit the strings off Blanca’s costume with her teeth, and she relieved herself, then helped Krista onto the throne and she made it as well. Both came out of the bathroom relieved, and went downstairs.
Jo was at her bursting point. RED ALERT! Her bladder rung. She tried to go in but Alexa tried to push her out of the way. They were both at the doorway, stuck in, wrestling with each other.
“No way!” Jo yelled. “It’s my turn.”
Alexa argued, “I can’t make it. Please, I went commando cause this costume can get hot for some reason. If I have an accident, it is full on. Nothing to slow it down.”
Jo said, “Sorry, too bad.” Both stuck in the doorway pushed Alexa outwards. Alexa held onto both sides of the bathroom entrance.
Alexa said, “There is no way I am peeing myself!” Alexa shot her foot up to Jo’s face. She tried to pull herself in, but Jo put a leg in front of her. “grr go hee grrr,” Alexa muttered in discomfort.
Both girls felt their bladders getting hotter. They felt the pee making its way to the exit of the body. Jo and Alexa were in great anxiety. Alexa took a risk, but it was all she could think of.
She said, “Water, tsunamis, lots of them bashing against each other.” Jo’s eyes widened. Alexa was trying to get her body to give up, so the way she would give up and Alexa would have the restroom all to herself. Alexa was in pain as well, but she muttered through. “Rain storms. Drippy, drop, lots of watery.” It was working. Jo was losing control. Her muscle’s weakened. She did not wet, but Alexa overpowered her and tossed her aside. Alexa ran inside the bathroom and shut the door.
Jo tripped over the railing of the house and fell. Luckily, a guy caught her. She held herself, jumped out of his hands, and headed back for the staircase. “No.” she said to herself. “I am NOT going to pee myself in front of everyone, not here. I can’t.I CAN’T!”
As she got to the staircase, a whole new group of girls went up the stairs, very desperate. They all had put off going cause of the line they saw Jo in before in hopes it would die down. Jo crawled up the staircase, hand to crotch. Six new people squirmed in outside the bathroom. Alexa loudly moaned relief from inside. Jo could barely see through her eyes it had gotten so bad.
The door opened, the first new girl ran in. Alexa walked over to Jo and helped her up.
“Th-thank, you,” Jo muttered.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Alexa said. With an evil grin. “I’m not done “helping” you yet. WATER WATER WATER WATER….WATERFALLS!”
Jo screamed, “NO NOOOOOOOOOO!” Too late. Jo’s floodgates opened and pee rushed out of her. She felt her bladder pumping endlessly. She turned red, and everyone stared. Many laughed. It would not stop flowing out of her. Jo cried and ran out the front door, a trail of yellow following her.
She was at home, cleaned up, and crying. Then, a knock at her door. Bobby, her crush from freshmen year was there. He told her it was alright. He left the party because everyone there was a jerk. He told her what she did, accident or not, was hot. They kissed, years later got married, had kids, grew old, and lived happily ever after.
The end. |
"Alright Mugi, truth or dare?" The four members of the Sakuragaoka High Light Music Club were doing what any girls would during a sleepover: prodding into each other's lives and secrets under the pretense of a game. That's what Ritsu Tainaka was asking Tsumugi Kotobuki about.
"Hmmm,,," Mugi grabbed a sweet from the shared plate, chewing it down as she thought. "Dare!"
"Then I dare you to try to play your keyboard with your feet!"
Mugi jumped up, ready to fulfill the challenge, until Mio Akiyama objected. "Why are we wasting time playing? I thought we all agreed we'd practice after you spent enough time getting the energy out at the beach!" After all, this was setup as a practice retreat to give the band time to rehearse. It should have been a time for the slackers to buckle down, but since they had chosen one of Mugi's summer homes as the venue, it just gave them more opportunity to goof off.
"We're too tired to play music now, Mio-chan," Yui Hirasawa mumbled as she fell over onto her side. "We promise we'll practice first thing tomorrow." Laying down, she very nearly fell asleep on the spot.
"Why can't any of you take this seriously? Do you have any idea how much work we need to do before we're presentable?"
Ritsu, Mio's best friend, was not going to let this pass. "You know what I think, Mio? I think you're just trying to get out of Truth or Dare before someone makes you do something embarrassing." Ritsu was leaning close to her black-haired partner, smirking, bringing every other girl to the same level of suspicion.
In response to the accusation, Mio started blushing bright red. "T-that's not it at all!"
"Is that so? Okay then, Mugi, it's your turn, you know what to do!" Amidst Mio calling her out, Ritsu sat back to watch the humor unfold.
"Very well, then. Mio, truth or dare?"
Frankly, Ritsu's earliest threat about what dares they would unleash upon her was somewhat frightening the bassist. "Truth."
Bad choice. "What's your biggest secret?" Yui and Ritsu looked at each other and "oohed"; given Mio's shy and timid disposition, this would be juicy.
"Hey, that's crossing a line!" Mio crossed her arms and puffed her cheeks, denying her friends that intimate bit of her life.
"Aw, come on, Mio," Ritsu begged, reaching over to pull her cheek. "It's the rules, you have to answer."
"No means no! I don't care, there are things I'm not telling you!" Still, even if she was angry at them, she still grabbed her cup of tea and sipped some down, as they all had. Mugi's food kept them going. "We're not getting any work done today, are we?"
"Nope," all three of the girls unanimously agreed.
Mio sighed. "Fine, let's go to bed. At least then we can start rehearsing early tomorrow." She stood up and reached over to her bag for her light blue pajamas, though she'd need to find a secluded room to feel comfortable to change into them.
Yui, in a near catatonic state, suddenly jumped into full alertness. "I call bathroom first!" Realizing what that entailed, everyone else tried to call her off, but it was no use, the guitarist was in before she could listen. They all sighed, they'd be up another hour now waiting for the room to free, probably wouldn't be worth it.
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Tossing and turning in the middle of the night, Mio looked very uncomfortable in her sleep. To the surprise of no one that had known her for long, she was dealing with a nightmare, only freed from its terrifying clutches when she was jolted awake, tightly gripping the blanket covering her. "Just a dream," she panted, regaining the bearings of reality. It was dark, very little moonlight shining through the windows, and the other girls out cold. Maybe now, if she was lucky, Mio could fall back asleep. Or, more likely, she'd be kept awake by fear, no doubt affecting her performance the next day.
As she soon discovered from the sensation on her legs, this was an absolute worst-case scenario. "No, there's no way..." Feeling up her lap, her palms met with the covering, damp, and there was only one possibility to how it got that way. "I did," she admitted, choking back tears early. Mio had a mortifying problem, in that she occasionally wet her bed, more than was acceptable for someone her age. Considering that was something she should have grown out of 10 years ago, she would sooner die than let anyone else know. She did the laundry when it happened, even her parents had no idea. And she had just gone and done it at a sleepover where she could very well be caught.
She was stunned, humiliated, and needed to shake herself back to her senses. "What do I do now?!" Realizing that was a loud outburst, she covered her mouth with her dry hand, praying that hadn't woken anyone up. By some miracle, none of the girls stirred in the slightest, so that just left the cleanup to deal with. She just had no idea how, this had only ever happened in her own bed in her own house, now she had the handicaps of knowing where nothing was and necessitating the most extreme stealth.
First things first, hiding the evidence. Unlike many other parts of her life, Mio didn't even flinch picking up the pee-soaked blanket, she was just too used to something most others would find gross. "Where do I put this now?" She didn't know where she could wash it, and even then, not like she could just hang it up outside without prompting questions. She couldn't just get rid of it either, not without the means to replace it.
"Bathroom." Little late for that, but she could get the first step down by washing the sheet out, and get the time to improvise the rest. Balling the quilt up, she carried it through the house very slowly, racking her memory to recall the exact location of the bathroom. Good thing she was retentive, she stumbled into it soon enough, flipping the light switch on with her back.
Surprisingly, given Mio's personality in the situation she had been dealt, she was calm. Well, as calm as she could reasonably expect to be, she was still pretty shaken up about the whole matter, a blush having remained on her face since she discovered her accident. "Alright, just need to rinse this off." With no choice but to use the sink, she turned the faucet on to a normal strength, until her heightened and paranoid senses deemed that too much, reducing the flow to barely more than a trickle. "This is going to take forever," she whined, feeding the affected fabric under the spout.
She spent the next couple minutes busy fixing her own mistake. In that time, her pants cooled off from an uncomfortable warmth to an also awful chill, sticking the clothes to her legs. That sudden change in sensation sent a surge of raw emotion through her system, icing her veins over. "Oh, what am I doing? I'm not 4 anymore, why does this keep happening?" From the way her breathing picked up into heaving, Mio could tell she was about to lose it. She turned the water off, leaned on the sink for support, just in time for her muscles to buckle as she cried at last, it was inevitable.
She probably wouldn't have heard it anyway, but her weeping masked the footsteps of someone approaching until they entered. On edge already, Mio was paralyzed by the intrusion, all she could do was stare at her invader, which turned out to be Ritsu rubbing her eyes. She was barely awake, using the minimum possible brainpower to make it here. She hadn't even noticed that the bathroom was occupied, which gave Mio just the slightest chance to make it out of this. "Ritsu, get out! I'm in here!"
The drummer yawned. "Sorry Mio," she slurred, "Didn't realize it was taken already." Over her shock already, Mio rushed over and started shoving Ritsu out. Unfortunately, Mio was not particularly strong, and couldn't remove Ritsu entirely before the force woke her up further. "Hey hey, I said I was sorry! I'll leave, you don't have to push!" Agitated, she stared right in the eyes of her black-haired friend.
In response, Mio yelped and crossed her arms over her crotch, doing her best to cover the dark, shiny stain practically begging for attention. That was the biggest mistake she could have made, Ritsu had only intended on meeting her friend's gaze with no interest on the rest of her body, not until Mio made a big show out of it. Now, curiosity had bitten, and Ritsu didn't give up on something she had set her mind to. "Alright Mio, what are you hiding?"
"N-nothing! I told you to leave!" She wouldn't dare remove her hands now, but she still attempted to shove Ritsu away with her body. It was just too bad Mio was kind of delicate, not that Ritsu was muscular or particularly strong, she could just still overpower the scaredy-cat bassist. With her secret exposed, Mio shrieked and hid her face in her elbow.
On the outside, Ritsu had no idea how to take what had been presented before her. The first thought was, of course, that she had wet herself, but there was no way it could be that. Mio was a high school student, they were the same age, it had to be something mundane, a simple spill or whatever. That was the only logical explanation, she just needed some proof to feel at ease. What could have caused it, she wondered as she looked for some answer, and she found the blanket hanging out of the sink bowl. OK, that made sense, she didn't pee herself, it was indeed something else. "Oh! I get it! Mio, did you wet the bed?" Smooth.
The interrogation finally broke Mio, and she collapsed and cried, not in a gentle sob, but a loud wail this time. "I'm a failure, Ritsu! How can you justify this kind of thing?"
Ritsu may have spent nearly all of their friendship teasing Mio and getting her worked up, but actual, genuine sadness was too much to bear. She squatted down next to her friend and put an arm around her shoulder. "It's not that bad. One little mistake, who cares? I mess up all the time!"
"And so do I! This keeps happening to me!" The attempt at comforting had only made it worse.
That reveal took Ritsu aback. "What? We've had sleepovers before, this hasn't happened before...has it?" Mio shook her head. "Was it just luck, then?" Mio nodded, Ritsu joined in with a slower nod, and they said nothing for a little while. "Hey...this isn't my fault, is it? I know I always freak you out, was I going too far this whole time?"
That was a surprise, Ritsu feeling genuine remorse for her irresponsibility, now Mio felt on the spot and awkward. "No, it's not your fault, this has been happening since before I met you. I'd still like you to stop, but-"
Without any warning, Ritsu jumped to her feet and rubbed Mio's head. "If it's not doing anything bad, then I'm not stopping! It's too fun!"
"It is doing something bad," Mio retorted as she leapt to standing. "It's making me feel like I can't trust any of you! Can you blame me, all three of you constantly make fun of me, why would I ever admit this happens to me?! It'd just give you more ammo!"
Unexpected yet again, Ritsu now hugged her friend. "Okay, I get it," she whispered while patting her back. "I understand not telling Yui or Mugi when you've only known them for a few months, but we've been friends for years. You didn't notice that it's always been in good fun, I've never tried to hurt you or make you feel alienated."
"Then you're really bad at reading people." It was easy to still be mad, everything from Ritsu's friendship to her discovering Mio's darkest secret, but there was still a sense of solidarity between bandmates, between girls, between best friends. "Help me."
"Sure," Ritsu agreed while stepping away so they could look at each other again. "I can find some way to hide that blanket, tatami mats aren't hard to clean, and I promise I won't tell anyone else."
"That's not what I meant," Mio muttered, looking down at her feet, and her pants by extension. "I didn't bring another pair of pajamas. Or panties."
"That's it? That's not a big deal, just go commando."
"I'm not doing that!" She broke out into one of the brightest reds she had ever blushed, her underwear was a sensitive topic.
Again, Ritsu was right on top of it. "Got it. Well, I don't mind. You mind turning around?" Mio hadn't figured out what the plan was, but she still obeyed. Behind her was just the sound of rustling clothes for a little bit. "Okay, here you go!"
Mio looked, and Ritsu was happily holding a pair of orange boyshort panties. And considering the noises from before, she had a decent idea where they had come from. Apparently, she looked apprehensive about it, because Ritsu prodded her on. "Listen, it's either this, asking Yui or Mugi, or nothing."
The bassist agreed and took the item, her friend turned around to provide privacy to change. Finally, she got the chance to remove her wet clothes, she was more than thankful that time had come. With a bit of a tug to unstick the pants from her skin, they fell to her ankles, and she could see her own panties. They were initally blue and white striped, but now covered mostly in yellow, especially on the back. Cringing, she slid them down her legs and stepped out of both articles, hurrying to wipe herself down with some toilet paper to redress faster. The shorts were snug, and she had to struggle to get them all the way on, but they were soon enough. "They alright," Ritsu asked, turning back now that things were silent.
"Um...they're a little bit tight, and I don't like how constricting they are." She also had a complaint about them being warm, but it seemed like a rude thing to protest, especially considering her lack of focus, being nervous about being looked at in nothing more than underwear.
"Then you don't have to buy them for yourself. Point is, are you fine with it? Can your perfectionist tendencies live with them for another day?"
"Yeah, I'll survive." She shuffled on the tile floor, twisting her long hair between her fingers. "Ritsu...t-thanks. That was probably the nicest thing you've ever done for me."
"Have I really set the bar that low? Fine then, 'apparently best friend', let's just finish this off and go back to bed." She yanked the blanket out of the sink and led the way to the exit, until she froze right at the doorframe, pivoting to face Mio and stiffly offering her cargo. "Actually, can you wait outside for a minute?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Well, I got up because I really needed to leak, and, you know...still do. Might not make it until we're done with this." She put on a goofy smile, trying to not let it linger.
Mio sighed, reluctantly taking the thick, drenched item. "Have a little more shame." Ritsu didn't even wait to be completely alone before running to the toilet, only just holding off ripping her pants down before the door shut. A loud, relieving pee was nothing more than a sit away.
From outside, Mio could hear every detail of this toilet visit. All the splashing, sighing, moans of "that's good" and other things like it, it was uncomfortable to listen to. Ever since grade school, Ritsu had been pretty open about this kind of thing, but this was the first time it had ever been so close. She couldn't help but feel jealous. "Why couldn't that have been me?" |
The large crowds of people, the stale smell of sweat, the heat and humidity of the summer sun, and the distorted acoustics of rock. There was no doubt about it, this was a music festival. This was Natsu Fest, and Afternoon Tea Time was going to enjoy it. Not as performers, a high school light music club wasn't nearly prolific enough for that, but they were going to enjoy being in the audience.
Not all together, though, it'd be a waste to bunch all six of them and only be able to see one performance at a time. Instead, they paired off, Mio of course went with Ritsu, and Yui was with the youngest member of the club and fellow guitarist, Azusa Nakano. Right now, they had gotten lucky, standing relatively close to the stage of the outdoor arena, for a good view of the block of performances they were there to watch.
"Azunyan," Yui called, using her pet name for Azusa, and hugging her as she always did. "Look at that guitarist! Look at all those fancy things he's doing!"
There was a certain part of Azusa that wanted to really talk down to Yui, enlighten her that what the guitarist in question was doing was pretty standard showboating. But Yui was so optimistic and cheerful, purposefully bringing her down felt like a cruel thing. And it also seemed like it'd be rubbing in that she'd been playing guitar a lot longer than her senior.
Also, Azusa was distracted, not just in the external way by watching the show, but with an internal call added on. It was summer and they were mostly outdoors, their club adviser, chaperone, and old-school rocker Sawako Yamanaka had told all the girls it was vital to stay hydrated. That, plus the thumping bass shaking all who listened, made Azusa all too aware that she had yet to use the restroom since arriving on the fairgrounds.
It wasn't really her fault, she'd claim. They came here to watch music and that's what she was going to do. If she left now, she'd miss a handful of songs just waiting to get into the porta-potties she really didn't want to use, because of course there'd be a line. And if she left, she'd lose her good spot and be forced to the back, and Yui would be left alone. That could be catastrophic. It wouldn't be a problem if she made it a quick detour on the way to another stage, if they were planning to leave this spot within the next few hours.
Added together, it all meant Azusa would be holding for a while. That is, if she could even manage it, something looking more and more unlikely by the second. She was small, a distinct disadvantage in bladder capacity, and she was already so full. Really, she should have just given in already and realized it wasn't humanly possible to last, but it's not either choice was appealing, so she was taking the third option.
Unfortunately, given the facts, that third option was pushing until she inevitably wet herself, surrounded by strangers and someone she knew. She didn't know which was worse. "They can't really expect us to just hold it, or use those disgusting toilets," she whispered, drowned out by the instruments, defeating the purpose of even vocalizing.
Yet somehow, even amidst the din, Yui still noticed something was up. "Are you okay, Azunyan," she asked, looking her friend over with concern.
Azusa had no idea how Yui caught on. Did she somehow hear the muttering? Was she reading her mind? Or maybe Azusa was jittering and bouncing more than she realized, anyone paying attention would have come to the same conclusion. She just didn't want anyone on her trail, and began denying vehemently. "I-I'm fine, Yui-senpai. Just...tired, is all." Well, if she was only referring to a certain part of her, it wasn't technically a lie.
"Should we rest back at the tent?"
"What? No, I couldn't ask you to leave on my account!" She'd feel so guilty if Yui had to miss the show just because she was looking out for her. "If I need to, I'll take care of myself."
That independence talk earned her yet another Yui hug. "You're so adorable, Azunyan! I promise, I'll look out for you all the way!"
"No offense, Yui-senpai, but I'd feel more worried with you guarding me." The subtlety flew over Yui's head, who went back to watching the band, leaving Azusa free to once again mutter without fear of reply. "And I really don't want your brand of help with this." This delicate situation required finesse and precision, and this girl...good thing she had Ui,
The twintailed student was smart, even if she was purposefully pushing this problem away. She knew, if she waited until it was an absolute emergency, she wouldn't have the time to act. She needed a solution of some kind, she just wasn't getting it here.
That's what phones were invented for, Azusa reasoned as she pulled the device from her shorts pocket. So which one of her friends should she text to ask for help, she considered as she scrolled through her contact list. Somehow, she doubted Mugi would be of much use, and Mio would probably collapse just being put on that kind of spot. Maybe a tomboy like Ritsu would have an answer, Azusa might even be able to live with Ritsu being Ritsu and telling everyone afterwards. But she still had some instinct, a nagging feeling that it wouldn't help much.
That was every member of the light music club, none were really great, but at least one had a maybe lead. Azusa was about to open her conversation with the drummer, but one more name stuck out in her address book: Sawako Yamanaka. "That's...possible. She's done this kind of thing for years, she has to know what to do." It was all she had now, so she started a new message and furiously typed. Miss Yamanaka...I'm in a crowd and I really need to use the bathroom. What do I do?
She anxiously awaited a reply, it felt like an eternity before her phone chimed in her hand. How stuffed together is the crowd?
Decently dense, I guess. What does that have to do with anything?
If you've got the room, just pee yourself.
Azusa was really not expecting that to be her answer, she almost dropped the phone in shock. What kind of advice is that?!
That's what everyone does at these things, it's better than losing your spot and waiting forever to use a porta-potty. No one's paying attention to you and they won't see it later under your skirt.
That's beyond disgusting! Is that what you're telling everyone? She hesitated, but sent a followup text shortly after. Besides, I'm wearing shorts.
I'll tell them the same thing when they ask. And I told you all to wear skirts.
And that's why?! I assumed it was just for temperature, like a normal person!
Listen, you can do what you want, I'm just telling you what happens, make of it what you will.
This was far from the first time the adviser had campaigned to put the girls in compromising situations, usually revealing or otherwise inappropriate clothing, but never anything this bad. And, even if her suggestions were disconnected from reality, they came from an earnest place. Was it worth taking this one at face value?
Azusa had to reconsider everything. Now, she was seeing all the girls wearing skirts in a totally different light. "They couldn't possibly all be doing that..." She didn't want to believe it, because it was a gross thing to picture, but something else was bothering her much more. Yui, standing right to her left, was wearing a skirt. Azusa wasn't thinking she had done it, given the knowledge that the first to ask was herself, but another, worse question lingered. "If she knew...she wouldn't, would she?"
This possibility was bothering her. A lot. She couldn't stop thinking about it now, not just the need to know if everything she knew about her upperclassman would be shattered. Also, there was a new visual playing itself over and over, of pee pouring out from beneath Yui's skirt, rivulets snaking down her leggings, all of it puddling beneath her and the girl producing it looking not at all bothered.
That kind of image was definitely making Azusa's bladder way more restless and agitated, sympathy desperation from an imaginary scene. Suddenly, her need escalated from already bad to totally unbearable. If she was as shy as Mio, she would have barely resisted grabbing her crotch tight, the only thing preventing her from completely flooding her shorts now. It was do or die, something needed to be done this second. And she'd need help from a limited pool options. "Yui-senpai...help," she mewled, pulling on the sleeve of Yui's shirt.
Yui faced Azusa, who wasn't hiding her predicament. "You need a potty break, Azunyan?" She didn't even sound surprised, it was just a legitimate question.
"M-Miss Yamanaka said I should just do it here, she says that's what everyone does."
"Do they?" Yui looked around to investigate everyone, just as Azusa had. "Well, what do you think?"
"I..." Before she could finish the thought, Azusa began crying, full stop. "I really don't want to!" Her legs locked up, all she could do was tremble and clutch for dear life.
"Then we won't." This was the most sincere Yui had ever acted around her club members, gently putting her hand on Azusa's shoulder. "Let's get out of here while you still can." The younger girl couldn't even see through her tears, she just shuffled off following her senpai's lead. She was only barely aware of the music and crowd's noises growing dimmer over time. She had no idea where they were going, she could only trust Yui's judgment, a dangerous proposition any other time.
After some distance she couldn't judge, the movement stopped. "Wait here, Azunyan," Yui instructed, running off somewhere.
"Please...please tell me she didn't get distracted." The intense desperation had eased up just ever so slightly, barely enough for her to open her eyes. And oh, she was so happy with what they presented. Yui had guided her to the porta-potties, she didn't even care how gross they were anymore, she was just relieved that she had something workable this close. Just one issue, exactly as she had feared, the line to get in was incredible. She couldn't even see her guide amidst the new crowd.
Her heart dropped hard enough to crash into her stomach, it wouldn't be possible to hold long enough to make it through the queue. Azusa already felt about to burst, with the stinging pain in her abdomen, with the heavy breathing required to keep some kind of balance, and still dribbles leaking into her underwear already, no doubt soon the rest of her bladder would do the same. Her crotch was getting warm and damp, a very small fraction starting to be felt on her knuckles through the denim of her shorts. "No more...I'm at my limit, no more..."
"Azunyan, come on," Yui called from ahead. "I asked ahead, you can cut in line!" She rushed to Azusa's side, attempting to push her further along. "But you have to hurry! Quick!"
"I'm so sorry, Yui-senpai, I can't make it another step." She just barely choked it out before anything she said would be drowned out by a loud hissing and splattering, when everything between Azusa's legs began being soaked by a cascade of pee running down in an impressive display of power. It was hard to tell which was feeling the majority of the downpour, her shorts turning a much darker, shinier shade of blue, or the dirt beneath her feet unable to soak up the waterfall it fell victim to, the puddle instead splashing back up onto her socks with each bit of new fluid joining.
She was already crying before, that didn't change once her accident began, but it looked so much more heartbreaking all put together. Everyone else ahead of her in line, regardless of gender or disposition, felt sorry for the poor high school guitarist. They could all guess this was the most mortifying moment she had experienced in a very long time, maybe ever, but they couldn't look away. With all eyes on her, Azusa could barely keep the strength to not collapse in her own filth.
All senses lost to embarrassment, the only thing she felt was an embrace. Not a playful glomp like Yui usually gave, but a loving embrace like a parent. Azusa wiped her eyes with her dry elbow to see her comforter, amazed to see it was actually Yui, giving off a whole new vibe, hugging her close but keeping distance of their lower bodies. Smart girl. "It's okay, Azunyan," she cooed, petting Azusa's hair like...like a cat.
She wanted to respond with self-loathing through the gasps of sobbing, she just couldn't find the air, allowing Yui to keep the lead. "This is what Ui always does when I'm upset, and it always makes me feel better. How about you?"
This time, Azusa made a concerted effort to steady herself, at least enough to speak. "B-better...but I feel disgusting." Yui nodded, and stepped back to give Azusa the space to finish. It was an awkward silence, for sure, but Azusa was finally freed from its shackles after what felt like forever.
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Beneath the canvas of their tent, Azusa remorsefully looked over her stripped clothing. Her shorts were drenched, her white panties were basically ruined, and it looked like she needed more sunscreen too. Yui was off getting a towel wet in the river to give her friend a way to wash off, so she had that coming, but she still felt down.
But she stopped being so gloomy as panic took hold, with the sound of the tent's zipper opening behind her. She didn't even take a second, she hid her wet items beneath the nearest object just before they would have been visible. "Oh, sorry Azusa," Ritsu apologized, "Didn't know you were in here."
"W-what are you doing back already?"
"We're just stopping by for a quick change. Mio had a little 'incident'," the drummer snickered, prodding her partner's upper arm.
"It's not my fault her advice didn't work," Mio muttered, upset and bashfully covering the front of her skirt, as the tent flaps were closed once more.
Sure she had privacy again, Azusa pulled her belongings back out. "No way...Mio couldn't have." Given what just occurred, it was hard not to associate a similar scenario, but it just seemed unbelievable. "No, that's not possible, Mio's better than that." |
A/N: Another commission
Lettuce is going to be privately tutored by Pai, wearing a school girl uniform specifically because he thinks it looks cute on her. It’s not often that he says things like that, so she thinks that must mean it’s special, and it excites her to know that he thinks something she does is cute.
However, excitement is not the only thing she’s feeling; she’s also nervous, because she can feel the dull ache in her bladder growing more with each step. Long before they were together, she wet herself in front of him when he captured her, and he admits to still being intrigued by that. She isn’t sure how to feel, knowing that he’s developed such an unusual interest, but she is more than willing to give it a try for him.
“It’s good to see my favorite pupil,” he says, letting her in and welcoming her.
“It’s good to see you too, Professor Pai,” she says, blushing as she tries to slip into character.
The room she’s in is set up a bit like a classroom, with a blackboard with equations written on it. He asks her to start solving them, and she gets to it, most of them rather easy for someone like her. Pai praises her, saying, “Very good, another correct answer,” or, “I would expect no less from my favorite pupil.”
As she goes on, though, things get a bit more difficult, and whenever he notices a mistake, he steps up behind her to gently correct it. Having him close to her makes her feel warm all over, though even that is hardly enough to distract her from the growing pool in her bladder, and it aches and throbs more as time goes by.
Things only grow worse as Pai fetches a bottle of water for her, insisting that she stay well-hydrated during their lesson. Each sip she takes from the bottle feels like a stab to her bladder, even though she knows the water won’t actually hit it until later. She already has to pee so badly, and it gets harder to focus on the lesson, until she’s making more and more obvious mistakes that Pai has to correct.
“Are you doing alright?” he asks, pretending to be oblivious.
“Yes, professor,” she quickly lies, though she doesn’t know how long she’s going to be able to keep pretending that it isn’t seriously bothering her. It’s getting so bad, and she’s tempted more and more often to grab at herself under her skirt just to try and make it more bearable, but she doesn’t. At least for now, she’s going to keep her dignity in tact, she decides.
But her bladder has other plans for her, throbbing in protest so frequently now that she can barely keep her composure at all. If she doesn’t go soon, she knows she’s going to humiliate herself in front of Pai for the second time, and whether that’s what he wants or not, she knows that she has to at least try to be excused.
“P-professor?” she asks.
“Do you have a question?”
“U-uh, not about the problems, no…”
“Then what seems to be the matter?” He raises a brow, and she almost loses her nerve for a moment.
“I...I need to be excused.”
“And what do you need to be excused for? Is there something more important than your lesson?”
“I...I...I really need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be quick, but I…”
“Now, now...you know I can’t just let you go in the middle of the lesson,” he says gently. “If you’re going to be a nurse, you’re going to have to learn how to hold it for long periods of time, so just think of this as practical training.”
She nods, mortified, and continues the lesson, working through more and more difficult problems. Her focus continues to slip, and she starts to bend as the urge to grab herself returns, trying to do whatever she can to alleviate some of the pressure. However, just as she’s finding a comfortable position, she’s prodded in the back and turns to see Pai holding a ruler, pushing her until she’s standing up straight.
“You need to remain prim and proper, with correct posture,” he chides her.
She whimpers softly, unsure how she’s going to be able to carry on like this. It’s getting so bad that the numbers swim in front of her and it takes all of her focus to make sense of them while also not losing control of her bladder. Even with the extra strength that her mew powers lend her, her muscles can only do so much and she can feel herself growing strained as she rubs her thighs together.
“Please,” she says, speaking up. “I really can’t make it…”
“But you need to correct your work,” he replies. “See here? You’ve made some very obvious mistakes that I don’t think it will be hard for you to figure out how to correct, if you only concentrate.”
Frowning, she does what she can to correct it, but it takes her much longer than it would have normally due to the fact that she’s nearing her limit. Even when she’s done with it, he isn’t willing to let her go, and she keeps working her way through the problems he lays out for her until he finally says, “Alright, this will be our last problem of the evening.”
By now, she can’t even hold still, and she hopes that she has some chance of making it until the end now. However, this problem is the most difficult of them all, and one she would have trouble solving even if she weren’t so desperate that she can hardly think straight at all. Her breathing comes in ragged gasps and her whole body is shaking as she strains to hold on for just a few more minutes, just until the problem is solved, but it’s only halfway through that she feels her knees buckling, and she lets out a cry of distress as her bladder finally gives out.
He remains silent as he watches the stream gushing out of her, soaking down her legs and drenching her pantyhose, and Lettuce’s hand is still frozen with a piece of chalk in it, part way through writing. She closes her eyes and her face burns in humiliation, but the feeling of relief, the feeling of her bladder growing steadily empty and no longer strained is so wonderful that she nearly moans.
Once she’s done, Pai examines the large puddle on the ground beneath her, impressed, before he says, “Please lift your skirt so that I can assess the damage.”
Blushing furiously, she does as told, somehow more embarrassed to show him this than she was any times she was far more exposed. He can see just how soaked and stained her white pantyhose have become like this, and she can tell by the slightest shift in his expression that he is very, very pleased.
“I think we can end our session a bit early,” he says, and begins leading her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. “And I promise you, no one will ever know about this but me.” |
Hello again, friends! I spent a lot of time the last weekend playing Uncharted 2! As Naughty Dog games go, I've seen better (The Last of Us comes to mind), but the story of the game was really very good, and I enjoyed playing through it. I'd actually been putting it off for quite a while, seeing as how there were a lot of things on my plate, but a recommendation from one quintex96, along with a suggestion for a fan fiction, convinced me to play it a little further. Ultimately, I put in several hours, and this was the result. It's a bit lengthy, but if you like Elena and Chloe, you might just like this too.
"Elena,” shouted Nathan Drake from several feet below, “what the hell are you doing?! I thought you were going to cover me!”
“Yeah, sorry!” Elena Fisher called back, leaning out from cover to shoot several rounds at a nearby goon, then whipping back behind the makeshift shelter as several bullets whizzed by her head. She had been covering him… but not as well as she would’ve liked. The reason behind it was simple; Elena was distracted. Come on Elena, she chastised herself, You know you can't afford to be distracted like this! It could cost you and Nate your lives!
Elena shook her head to clear it, but when she stopped the nagging sensation was still there. She frowned irritably before firing a few more shots, then ducking behind cover once more. She had hit someone that time, but the annoyance currently occupying her attention kept her from any questions of morality. Right now, she needed to focus on keeping Nate safe… and her pants dry. She bit her lip as another desperate message reached her brain from her bladder. All the constant movement and the cold of their location weren’t helping her situation.
Another few shots were fired, another volley returned, but when she ducked behind cover this time, she had to grab herself to keep pee from leaking out. I'll just ask Nate if we can take a break after we take care of these guys, she decided. ‘Taking care of these guys,’ however, was proving to be a more difficult and lengthy task than she had expected. Nate seemed to be having trouble dealing with a heavily armored merc wielding an RPG, but none of her pistol bullets could pierce his heavy armor, so she was powerless to do anything but watch as Nate dodged around, avoiding bullets and rockets alike.
After several more minutes (and several more near-leaks for Elena), Nate had finally dispatched all of the mercenaries aside from the heavy, who he had evaded sufficiently enough to make his location unknown. As Nate creeped up on the mercenary, Elena watched with bated breath and heart racing. If the merc turned at the wrong time, that could be the end of Nate.
The adventurer vaulted another wall, nearing the heavy at an agonizingly slow pace, but the soldier was still focussed on the last place he had seen Nate and didn’t turn around. By the time he realized something was wrong, Nate was already on top of him, choking him out. The mercenary panicked and began to flail, but Elena knew he couldn’t escape that headlock and stood up. It was over… or so she thought.
In his last seconds of consciousness, the mercenary accidentally pulled the trigger of his RPG, firing the rocket loaded into the barrel. Nate cried out, Elena looked up just in time to see the explosive bearing down on her and jump off of the rooftop that she stood atop. The RPG destroyed the cover she had been behind and would’ve destroyed her too, had she moved a second later, but she didn’t even notice.
Elena was hunched over in a position unlike any Nate had ever seen her in. Her heel was jammed between her legs along with both her hands and she wore an expression of pain and immense panic.
“Elena!” Nate cried, sprinting over to her. “Are you alright?! What hurts?” Elena’s expression turned from alarm to embarrassment as the desperation passed and she realized that she had been holding herself in front of Nate. She stood up, blushing furiously and sputtering, unable to think of a viable excuse for her posture.
“I… uh… well… I just… I was…” she stuttered, stumbling over her words. “I’m… fine.” Her face burning bright red, she turned away from Nate and closed her eyes, trying to force herself over the humiliation. That impact had nearly caused her to wet herself, and, if she hadn’t done what she had done, Nate could have seen her do much worse than hold herself. She decided it was for the best, but… well, maybe she would ask Nate if she could pee a little later.
Turning back to face him, Elena brightened up as much as she could, ignoring the fullness of her bladder. “So,” she said, “where’s this secret entrance?”
…
Chloe Frazer was growing increasingly uncomfortable in her holdings. She’d only been in here for an hour or so, but she had needed to pee since before she had handed the ancient dagger to Nate, and they hadn’t left her a pot or anything to go in. She only hoped they’d let her go soon- if they were going to kill her for letting Nate go, she’d rather die with an empty bladder.
She sat in silence, waiting for someone to come get her. She waited, and waited, and waited. By the time Lazarević sent someone to retrieve her, she had begun to fidget every two or three seconds, with her hands constantly pressed into her crotch. The soldier that came to get her was gruff, but when she couldn’t stand without leaking, he began to help her and seemed sympathetic enough for her situation… until he shoved her back to the ground, causing her to leak. The wet spot was visible on the outside of her cargo pants, and her humiliation was visible on her face. The man laughed evilly.
“Get up. I’ll be back in a few minutes, and if you’re not up by then, I’ll put you down and tell Lazarević that you attacked me.” He left, and Chloe gradually dragged herself off the floor, stopping just twice to avoid leaking. When she was standing, the fullness of her bladder was much easier to endure, as she could cross her legs more easily. Lazarević’s man put an end to that comfort as well when he forbade her from crossing her legs.
And so they marched, a mercenary, with his gun to Chloe’s back, and Chloe, with fists clenched by her sides and jaw clenched, trying desperately to keep her bladder from leaking and wetting her pants further. By the time the two reached Lazarević’s headquarters at the center of the temple, Chloe had only failed to stave off a single squirt, but that squirt had left a wet patch the size of a tennis ball on the crotch of her pants.
Lazarević bade her stand in front of him, presumably so he could pace around her as he accused her of betrayal, but as soon as he saw the wet spot on her pants, his anger seemingly vanished and he simply laughed. While someone else may have taken this as a less dangerous situation, Chloe knew better; Lazarević’s emotions could change in a second. She wasn’t out of the woods yet.
“So, girl,” he said, seemingly amused, “you seem to be in need of a bathroom.” He walked in a slow circle, assessing her tensed muscles and constant fidgeting, then coming in close. Chloe cringed. “This is why you let Drake escape, yes?” Lazarević waited for her response expectantly, and Chloe considered lying to him for a moment, but when she looked into his eyes, it was clear that he already knew the answer.
“No.”
“No?” Lazarević asked. “Then… you let him escape because… you have been with him from the start.”
“Yes.”
“Well then,” Lazarević said, turning away from her suddenly, “we will take you to him! Does that sound good, girl?” Chloe didn’t bother responding. She knew that it wouldn’t matter what she said. Nate was as good as doomed.
…
Chloe was half marched, half dragged into the chamber below the monastery. The wet spot on her pants had grown to darken the fabric down both thighs on the walk over, but her bladder was still plenty full and the constant leaks had done little and less to removing the constant ache in her abdomen. She was bursting.
Nate was clearly horrified to see her, although whether that was because she was Lazarević’s hostage or simply because he didn’t like seeing her need to pee was beyond her. He immediately began to beg Lazarević to let her and Elena go, although Lazarević wasn’t having it. He threatened to kill both the women if Nate wouldn’t open the door to Shambhala. All of this was lost on Chloe, however, who was completely distracted with her swollen bladder, another wave of desperation would hit her every few moments and she would squirm in an attempt to keep it at bay, despite her captors’ attempts to stop her.
Despite her distraction, Chloe realized what was going on as soon as she looked up to find a gun pointed at her head. Tears filled her eyes as another wave of desperation washed over her, but she dared not move unless she wanted a bullet between her eyes. Instead, all she could do was stand still and clench to the best of her ability as the pressure on her bladder became stronger and stronger.
She ground her teeth together and more tears came to her eyes as sweat beaded on her forehead, but still she refused to move. The pressure on her tired bladder muscles reached unbearable levels, and she began to lose control, a tiny squirt of pee leaking into her panties, but still she couldn’t convince herself to move. The next squirt was longer, and the next escaped her panties, wetting her pants anew. Urine escaped her faster and faster as she stared down the barrel of the gun, unable to stop it. The next time she squirted, her leak didn’t stop and instead became a small stream, warming her leg as it dribbled down. The stream strengthened as her control left her more and more quickly. She felt the warm wetness spread across her butt and down the back of her legs, and heard it patter on the floor. Finally, the stream became a firehose, blasting pee into her pants and onto the floor. She was soaked when the flow finally subsided.
Lazarević didn’t miss his opportunity. “Look!” He blurted. “Your companion is so afraid that she wet herself. You really should open that gate, Drake.”
“Just do it, mate,” Harry agreed. “Best open it now before somebody gets shot.” Nate seemed to agree, because he sighed and walked resignedly over to the large stone in the center of the room, turning his back to them as he did what he needed to do. Chloe took the opportunity to look down and assess the damage. Her pants were nearly completely soaked. It look almost as if she had showered in them. She groaned quietly, unable to accept that she had wet herself like a little girl. It was only when she looked up that she noticed Nate’s other counterpart, Elena, dancing a desperate little dance, eyes shut tight, legs clamped together around hands jammed deep into her crotch. Chloe was amazed. She has to pee as badly as I did, she realized. She decided that, whatever happened, she would enjoy watching this.
…
Elena could hardly contain herself. Her bladder was almost unbearably full and she knew there was no chance that she’d be able to empty it in the immediate future, but she held it all the same. Well… held it as well as she could. While she waited for Nate to figure out the puzzle in this room, she had leaked a little bit. But now she was on the very edge. She was dancing constantly despite knowing how foolish she must look to everyone around her, but every few seconds she would have to stop and tense up to avoid wetting herself.
She hoped Nate would get the door open soon, so Lazarević would have what he wanted and leave them alone. Then, she could finally find somewhere to pee. For now, though, it was only a fantasy and she’d have to hold it for a while longer. Nate turned away from the stone in the middle of the room to ask for a lighter, and then turned back to it again, setting fire to something that made the room light up blue. Elena stopped squirming for a moment to look around the room, then returned to her dance until a loud rumble made her start, a squirt of pee leaking into her panties, dampening them yet again.
NO, she thought angrily. I'm a reporter, damn it! I do more difficult things than this all the time. If I can't hold my pee, I'm no better than Chloe. Despite her determination to outlast Nate’s new girl, Chloe’s accident had nearly destroyed her bladder control. She had held it, but watching the Australian soak her pants and hearing it drip onto the floor had made her squirt more than once.
The door was fully open now, and Lazarević’s troops were filing in. Elena was relieved, but only for a moment. The mercenary that had been keeping an eye on her began to push her towards the newly opened gate, to her horror. As soon as she took a step into the room, she knew she didn’t stand a chance. The sound of splashing water was deafening and as soon as the sound reached her ears, her bladder spasmed, sending pee into her panties and, after a few droplets, her jeans. She struggled to get her bladder under control, and, after a moment, managed to stop the flow.
She continued to squirm as Lazarević ordered Nate and Flynn to find a way to align the bridge, but she could feel her control slipping away in the face of the water crashing down all around her. Finally, she knew she could hold it no longer. She began to hobble away, desperate to find somewhere to relieve herself with a stream already beginning to escape her, when she heard the hammer of a pistol click behind her. She didn’t turn around; she knew who had a gun trained on her. “Stay where you are, girl,” the voice of Lazarević ordered her. She had no choice but to oblige.
Her muscles wavered as she stood, waiting for the sound of the bullet that would kill her, but it didn’t come. Instead, her bladder gave out; slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her stream became a river, then a hissing fire hose. The pee cascaded out of her, dripping down her legs, soaking her pants, spreading across her backside, drenching her like a hot rain. She managed to stem the flow for a second, but all she succeeded in doing during that time was falling to her knees in her pee puddle and soaking herself further. When her bladder was finally empty, she looked slowly around to see Lazarević- not aiming a gun at her, only watching with amusement as the second of Nathan Drake’s companions wet herself.
Elena stood up slowly, feeling the droplets that had collected while she sat drip down to collect in her shoes or the existing puddle. She turned and slowly walked back towards Chloe, face burning red, only to find the other girl wearing a smug grin. Elena fixed her with the dirtiest look she could manage, then moved to her side to watch Nate’s progress in connecting the bridge.
So that's the story. I know it was a bit long, even longer than usual, but if you made it this far, kudos and thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, feel free to let me know, if you didn't, constructive criticism is welcome as well, and if you have another request for a fan fic, you can let me know in the comments or message me directly.
Edited April 20, 2017 by Nineteen
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(Hey guys another little roleplay text me and my lover did together, it got really hot)
It was another night, we had a long day and really just wanted to cuddle in bed. Tonight i wanted it to make it more interesting. I walked out with my regular white cotton panties on, his favorite kind on me. He always loves how they shape my ass. I come out with my panties on and see him in briefs. I sat on the bed close to him and blushed "I wanna be a big girl, big girls dont tinkle their panties".
He smiled and pulled me closer to kiss me and caressed my sides, telling me how sexy i looked in my little panties. We both began drinking glasses of water together, determined to hold it. We snuggled into bed, holdin hands, and i was wiggling into the bed (ya know when your bed is super cozy and you just wiggle and sink into it?). We pulled a blanket over our heads and began watching some gamer videos we loved. He held me in his arms tightly, enjoying how close i was to his side. I suddenly started to get a few urges to pee but ignored it as we laughed and kept drinking water.
As we drink more, we both start getting signals that tell us its time to pee, but we ignore it. I see him looking a bit different "You ok pumpkin?" I ask. He caresses my sides again and smiled "Of course sweetie, im just full, you doing ok?" I nodded "Yea im full too, but im enjoying your company, you are so warm and soft like a teddy bear!" I said as i nestled my face in his chest. He smiled and chuckled, loving how affectionate i am.
I pulled him closer to me and kissed his forehead, and began to scratch his back lightly to soothe him. We both relaxed until more urges came. We both began squirming, and i began to press my legs together. He noticed this and slowly began rubbing my leg. I couldnt help but moan and began to rub his as well. "You getting desperate baby?" He said with a wink. I giggled "Yea, but im a big girl, i can hold it" i said, he nodded and continued his motions saying he could do the same.
He slowly kept rubbing my legs, making me wet, and i could see him getting hard. Soon we both began rubbing each other as we were feeling or urges more and more to pee. I was throbbing and squirming around "Mmmmm i really gotta go potty babe, but im a big girl and big girls dont pee their panties". He smiled "I can hold like a big boy, but i wouldn't mind if you had an accident sweetie".
I squirmed at the mention of an accident, drops of pee were begging to escape into my panties. We began to hold each other close, trying not to oress on each others bladders. However that was futile as they did, we both felt a few drops leak out. My love began to rub his cock against me. We kiss and moan and I squirm even more. "Mmmm baby i really really gotta go potty, i should really go like a big girl". I said this but noticed he was still grinding and had a good grip around me as he held me, he wasnt letting go, he was in charge.
"I do too baby but...... i dont feel like getting up" he said. I couldnt stop squirming around, my need to pee was rising more and more. " im suppose to be a big girl in my panties, if i stay here ill have an accident and pee my panties, you wouldnt want that.. would you?" I said in the most innocent tone, knowing that is EXACTLY what he wanted me to do. "I.... wouldnt mind" he said trying to be coy as he rubbed my damp panties harder.
I moaned louder a bit and began shaking, ohhhhh i had to pee so bad! I was still rubbing his cock like crazy as he rubbed me and leaked again into my panties. "Ohhh baby if i dont move ill pee my panties like a bad little girl! What should i do?" I asked, trying to contain the flood. "Mmmm i love when you are a bad girl, i think we should stop trying to be good and be bad and let it all out together" he said seductively. I moan and hold his hand, my other hand pressed against my pussy trying to hold the flood. He started holding his cock through his briefs.
"Y..you want me to tinkle my panties and be a bad girl?" I asked as i leaked again. He nodded " I want you to wet your panties like a bad girl sweetie...i want to soak the bed with you..." he said seriously to me. The way he commanded me made me so horny and need to pee more that i didnt question it no longer. I knelt down and kissed his cock through his briefs to keep him hard then stood up a bit.
I began to hover over his crotch, showing off my cute panties to him and sat right on his lap, i could feel his cock throbbing against me and i wiggled my ass for him to be sexy. The feeling of him against me made me spread my legs wide, giving my love the greatest view. He moaned and rubbed his cock against me, leaking again in his briefs. "Ohhhh baby i love it, i can feel your cock pressed against my pussy and ass, i cant hold it in anymore, my bladder is begging me to let it all out into my panties....." i told him. " Mmmm do it baby, wet your panties like a naughty girl" he said as he leaked again.
"Mmmmm baby i wanna feel your cock explode in those briefs and on me like the bad boy you are.... how much of a naughty girl am i baby? I wanna know how bad you want me to pee my panties and be a bad girl, commanding me to pee cuz u know i want it, mmmmm babe" I said in the sexiest voice i could. He moaned and kissed me all over and began to grind against me. " Ohhh yesss you are my naughty girl, i love it when you are bad like this...i wanna feel your pussy burst warm pee everywhere right through your cute little panties..". We were both leaking every five minutes, grinding against each other.
He was a bit more dominant tonight and i loved it and played along. "Mmmm what do you want me to do baby? Tell me.... command me to do it, you are so sexy when you want me to pee this much" i begged him. He looked me in the eye and pulled me closer. "Pee for me baby, spread your legs and wet your panties like a bad little girl, i want you soaked!" He said as he kissed me passionately, about to loose control. I was sweating, squirming and grinding against his cock faster and faster, i was so horny and had to pee so bad. My man held me closer and closer and urged me and commanded me in my ear.
"Pee baby, pee"
drip
"Mmmm pee baby, pee for me"
drip drip
"Be my naughty little girl and pee!"
drip drip drip, a new yellow wet spot forming on my panties " mmmmm baby i cant hold it i wanna pee! I wanna pee so bad! I cant hold it!" I said in a begging voice.
"I cant hold back either baby, spread your legs and pee, you know you want to, dont you?"
A spasm, a leak, i nodded and moaned "I do... i wanna spread them and pee like a bad girl"
"Then do it baby, pee for me!"
Psss
"Pee baby, C'mon"
Pssss
"Thats it baby, pee"
Pss pss
"pee pee pee"
"pee"
Pssssssss
"peeeee"
"PEE!"
"Its coming out! I cant hold it in any longer, its gonna come out!" I said with a gasp as pee gushes out into my panties, grinding on his cock as a loud hissing noise could be hear. A yellow wet spot slowly formed on my panties, bloomin from my pussy and soaking my panties faster and faster. "Mmmm baby i'm peeing my briefs" he said as he began to gush full force into his white briefs. We began grinding faster and faster, french kissing each other. He was peeing so forcefully it was hitting my clit, causing a warm sensation all over me.
"Mmmmm its spraying out from my pussy, im peeing, im peeing like a bad girl, i need to be put back in diapers i always wanna wet myself and be your bad little girl, i love you so much!" I tell him as i moan louder. " Mmmm i always wanna be your bad boy, i love you too baby" he said as he rubbed against me harder. A large hot puddle of pee formed under us as we went faster and faster.
"Am i a bad little girl baby?" I asked innocently. "Ohhhh yesssss you are my bad little girl forever baby" he said. He rubbed the tip of his cock harder into me through his soaked briefs, causing my body to tense up and shake. "Ohhhhh baby if you keep doing that im gonna cum!" He kissed me deeper, squeezing my tits and going faster " Ohhh me too baby i cant hold back around you". He grabbed my hand as we got faster, and faster, and faster. Suddenly we couldnt hold back no more and screamed each others names, cumming in our underwear. We panted and moaned and laid there, finally finished peeing, and fell asleep in our warm wet puddle with our soaked underwear on.
(Hope you guys enjoyed this! Let me know what you think)
Edited April 21, 2017 by Brittanybunny
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Hmmmmm....this is a really old thing, and I wrote it a loooong time ago.
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“Hey, pull over at the next fast food restaurant!” a young woman called to her driver, fidgeting a bit.
“Don't listen to Kaylee,” countered her close friend, who was sitting with her in the back of their van. He grinned at the girl, poking her in the stomach. “How about we have a contest instead?”
“What are you talking about, Alan?”
Alan moved to sit beside his best friend and pushed his palm against her abdomen. It was hard, difficult to press down on. She yelped and slapped at his hand, which caused him to pull his arm back. He had a grin plastered on his face and he was very obviously amused.
“Alan!” she squealed. “I'm going to pee if you do that!”
“That's why we shouldn't pull over!” He lifted up his hoodie and the shirt beneath it to show how his abdomen was slightly swollen. “I have to use the bathroom, too. Let's see who can hold it longer.”
It was probably a terrible idea, but it was thrilling all the same. They would both hold it until they absolutely couldn't anymore, and then they would burst, spilling urine into the carpet of the back of the van... But Kaylee was a rich girl and could waste some money to get it cleaned, so there was no real damage done. As long as the anime and manga collection they kept in the vehicle wasn't damaged, it could actually be quite fun.
“Actually, don't pull over!” she agreed, smiling over at the driver, who shook his head and sighed at the two in the back. He was always finished with their antics before they even started up, and this was clearly no exception.
Alan ran his fingers through his bleached blond hair before reaching over to the ice chest they kept with them, pulling out two cans of soda. He handed one to Kaylee as he sat back down. The can fizzed as he opened it, and he made a motion for his friend to open hers as well. “It's more fun if you're drinking something.”
“It's more fun? You've done this before?”
He shrugged. “I didn't have anything better to do with my time, so sure.”
That meant he knew for a fact this was fun, right? So then there was even less harm done in trying it. Their interests aligned with one another perfectly, and everything one was interested in, so was the other—so the theoretical probability of her enjoying a holding contest was one hundred percent, wasn't it?
She squirmed a little as she took a drink of her soda, hips wiggling as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her. Alan must have been feeling the effect of it, too, as he ground his crotch just a bit against the heel of his shoe. Still, he took a big gulp of it, grinning as he moved the can away from his lips. His gaze was taunting, as if he already knew beforehand that he was going to win the contest and she was going to lose. But she had a chance at beating him, right? Maybe his desperation would be worse than hers in the end.
“I bet I'm gonna definitely beat you at this,” he teased, setting his drink down and getting on his hands and knees to get in Kaylee's face. He raised one of his hands to poke her stomach before going up to tickle the crook of her neck.
She yelped and kicked at him, nailing him in hip and forcing him to fall backwards. The desperation was suddenly worse, and she jammed a hand between her legs to keep from letting anything spurt out. After a moment of squirming and gritting her teeth, she finally got herself under control and kicked the boy again. “Not fair! You can't do things like that.”
He grinned again, taking another drink of his soda and looking at Kaylee triumphantly. “Who said there were rules? I bet you almost just lost it!” he chirped in a singsong tone, happily flapping his left hand a few times.
“I did! Not faaaaiiiir!” She was wailing now, flailing in Alan's general direction. She huffed, but she still took another sip. She was taking smaller drinks than her friend, which probably wasn't fair, but with the move he just pulled, she couldn't find it in her to feel any guilt. Besides, if he kept drinking like he was, he was going to end up bursting long before her.
“You're going too slow.” It was almost like he read her mind, motioning to the soda can in her hand. “On three, we're both gonna chug the whole thing. ...One, two, three.”
She couldn't really argue with him, since she had agreed to partake in this little contest that her friend had come up with. She tipped her head back and downed her beverage without taking in a single breath before the container was empty. It left a sickish feeling in her stomach, but more than that, she really needed to use the restroom. Her hand went to her crotch and she crossed her legs, thighs pressing together tightly.
Alan seemed to be struggling now as well, sitting on his foot to grind down on the heel of his shoe. His thighs were trembling as he leaned forward, teeth clenched and both hands at his slightly bulging abdomen.
They seemed to be at the exact same point, and who would tip over the edge first was completely unknown. It could be either or at this point—they were both having trouble and they were both ready to burst.
Desperation hit the girl hard, and she felt a bit of warmth dampen her fingertips and her palms. She must have been leaking already! Her face went red with embarrassment, and Alan definitely took note. He gave her a teasing smile, though it looked forced, like he needed to put plenty of effort into it—which he probably did, considering the state he was in.
“Does that mean you've lost?” he asked, an edge of false innocence to his voice.
Kaylee refused to admit defeat, but another spurt of urine gushed out and spilled through her fingers, dampening the carpet that covered the back of the van. She definitely had lost, and there was no doubt there. She even let a moan slip as more piss spurted out of her and hit the floor.
“You did lose!” He ground down harder on his shoe, letting out a soft whimper as she noticed a wet patch darken the front of his pants. A heavy breath passed his lips as he leaned down even further, a moan coming from his throat. “I'm the winner, it looks like. But I bet I can last even longer! I won't...ahh...won't break until you wet yourself all the way...!”
He was struggling to speak properly, but then Kaylee had nothing to say, since she was trembling and too overwhelmed by the sensation to even manage to speak.
She couldn't hold on anymore, and it all came spilling out. She squeaked as urine soaked her dress and her thighs, and soaked into the carpet. It felt so good to let go, and she slumped down against the side of the vehicle once her bladder was empty.
Alan, who was still trying to maintain his control, finally relaxed. He moaned loudly as piss drenched his pants and his shoe, and he seemed perfectly content sitting in a puddle of his own urine afterwards.
Kaylee couldn't help giving a breathless laugh when she heard the driver mutter something about those damn kids, but he was just going to have to get used to it—she got the feeling that she and Alan were going to have plenty more “contests” in the future. |
sdkfjkdsf this was written forever ago
Warning: sexual contentWord Count: 1012Original Work
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Alistair and Ruby bet on a lot of things, so whenever one of them bet the other couldn't do something, the other wasn't surprised. Not even if the comment came out of the blue, not even if it didn't quite make a lot of sense.
That's why maybe Alistair shouldn't have actually choked on his drink when Ruby had placed her most recent bet: “I bet you can't hold it if we had sex. I bet you'd end up wetting all over me.”
But he had choked on his drink, and he'd also been completely speechless, not really knowing what he was supposed to say in response. He'd been fidgeting for the past hour and a half but was too comfortable to get up and use the restroom—and now his roommate was taking advantage of that. He really just wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but he always had to take her up on the things she bet. That was just how to two could get one another to do things, always without fail.
“I bet I can,” he returned, though he really wasn't sure of it himself. He set down his juice and got to his feet. “I bet I wouldn't.”
“Then shall we give that a test?” Her usually expressionless face held a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. She stood up herself and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. Their other roommate likely wouldn't be home for another hour—if not, longer—so they had plenty of time.
Ruby locked the door behind them despite the two being home by themselves, and she pushed him up against the wall to kiss him. Her kisses were always heated and intense no matter what, and this wasn't an exception. Her hands wandered up his shirt to his chest, and she pinched his nipples, eliciting a groan from the boy.
Arousal twitched in the pit of his stomach, along with an urgent need to relieve himself. He almost excused himself to do just that, but no, that would go against the little game they'd been playing for about a year now. So instead, he just took a deep breath in an attempt to keep his head clear, and he didn't do a thing to stop the girl.
Her lips found their way down to his neck and she gave a rough suck. Alistair's shoulders went back and he sucked in a shaky breath. He needed to use the restroom, or else he was definitely going to end up wetting himself. Still, he let her continue, leaving hickeys on his neck.
He squirmed beneath Ruby's touch, and his need to use the restroom was only getting more urgent. He probably was going to end up wetting all over her. Which would be a disaster, because then she would be disgusted with him and that wouldn't be good. But he couldn't back out now, could he? Even if he was ready to burst?
She got down on her knees and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles. His underwear was stained with a patch of pre-cum, and Ruby let out a small giggle. She teased the head of his cock through the fabric, and he let out a shaky breath. His hips wriggled just a bit, and he really needed to go relieve himself—but he also needed to win the bet.
Ruby pulled down his boxers and let them fall down with his pants. He took another shaky breath, trying his hardest to stand still, but his thighs were still beginning to quiver with more than just his arousal. The girl took note of this, and though she remained expressionless as always, there was a twinkle in her eyes that meant she felt satisfied with herself. Maybe she was even teasing him a bit as well.
She took off her shirt and her bra, tossing both to the side as she looked up at him. He knew what she was doing, and if he couldn't hold it, he would end up peeing all over her face. How embarrassing! He could feel his cheeks heating up just at the thought of it.
After giving his cock a few pumps, she put it between her breasts and began rubbing his dick up and down. He moaned softly, hips jerking slightly at the action. Pleasure coursed through him, tightened in the pit of his stomach along with the need to use the restroom.
As she continued, he could feel his release getting closer and closer and he needed to cum just as badly as he needed to pee.
“Ah—haah—! I'm...gonna cum soon if you...ahn...k-keep going...”
“Perfect,” Ruby murmured, and she would be grinning up at him if she kept her emotions displayed on her face. But she didn't, though that didn't suppress the sparkle in her eyes. She sped up her actions, causing him to let out a loud moan and squirm a bit.
His hands balled into fists as he came, spurting cum onto her face and her glasses. He almost fell forward and collapsed, but he kept himself standing upright. Before he could do anything to stop it, though, urine came flooding out of him, spattering the girl's face. She closed her eyes and her mouth, and while her face remained blank, he was so certain she was disgusted and wouldn't want anything to do with him for a while.
But no, there was a small smile twitching at the corners of her lips as he let out a small whimper and needed to use the wall to hold himself up. He looked down at her, face flushed, and she wiped the urine away from her eyes and mouth before she got to her feet and looked at him.
“That must have felt good,” she murmured, giving him a quick peck on his cheek.
He nodded, a bit breathless after what had happened, and gave a weak smile. “It did.”
“Good. We should do this again sometime.” |
//dabs
i'm just uploading my old stuff whoops
Warning: kinda-sorta sexual contentWord Count: 1395Fanfic: Durarara!!
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Izaya was not at all surprised to find himself kidnapped and taken to an abandoned warehouse, forced down on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. The rope bit into his wrists painfully, and he could feel the skin chafing just a bit more with each tiny movement he made. He didn't particularly mind it, if he was being honest—sometimes being kidnapped could be a fun experience. On rare occasions, he even dared to go as far as to describe it as exhilarating.
On this particular occasion, however, he wasn't too pleased with the situation. He'd meant to use the restroom before, but he didn't quite manage to before he'd found himself being dragged into the back of a van. Oh well—that just meant he needed to get out sooner than usual, and he couldn't quite take his time.
He wasn't quite expecting Masaomi to show up, however, but that's who entered the otherwise empty warehouse. He looked angry, and if it weren't for the gag in his mouth, Izaya would have teased him about directing rage toward himself. But now it was all for Izaya, it seemed, and he wasn't about to make any kind of negotiation.
Masaomi untied the yellow scarf that acted as a gag, keeping Izaya from saying anything. He wrinkled his nose when he found it covered in saliva, but he tossed it to the side quickly.
“Do you think we could hurry this up?” the informant questioned, voice light and a bit teasing as always. “I have business to attend to.”
“Is that so?” Masaomi grit his teeth, grabbing a fistful of Izaya's hair and forcing him to look up. It hurt and his neck popped from the rough action, but he didn't react with anything other than a small chuckle. “What is it that's so important? And just what right do you have to ask me to do anything after everything you've already done to me?”
“It's not entirely for my benefit, Kida-kun. I just thought that you'd prefer not having to clean up any kind of mess I might make.”
Masaomi didn't seem to understand right away, but after a moment, he wrinkled his nose again, looking disgusted. “You better not piss yourself here.” He brought his foot up to give the informant a hard kick to the side.
Izaya's bladder gave a dull throb as he fell, his head hitting the floor. All he could do was smile against the pain, unable to keep himself from wanting to upset Masaomi even further. “I told the driver to pull over to let me use the restroom first, but he didn't listen. Now whatever happens is what will happen, and if you have a problem with that, then I suggest you let me go.”
“Don't. Make. A. Mess.” Masaomi brought his foot down on Izaya's chest, causing him to choke on his air for a moment.
There was part of Izaya that was a bit tempted to just to spite him, but no—he wasn't willing to go quite that far. He'd prefer not to make a mess of himself, though judging by the fullness of his bladder, he likely wouldn't be able to avoid it.
Masaomi gripped a handful of Izaya's hair and yanked him back up to his knees, and the informant couldn't do much else aside from grit his teeth against the pain. “Did you hear me?”
“I'm not deaf, Kida-kun.”
“...Shut the fuck up.”
“You're the one who asked for an answer. I merely gave you what you wanted.”
Masaomi glared and brought his foot down on Izaya's crotch. The informant gasped and gave a pained groan, for once not having a smart-ass comment to shoot back at the brunet. Instead, he took what he got, trying to push away both the pain and the need to use the restroom. Masaomi moved his foot up to Izaya's abdomen and pushed down, forcing another groan as his bladder tried to protest. He could feel the smallest bit of urine escape him and he would have spoken up if the brunet hadn't chosen to push harder.
It hurt, but more than that, Izaya's bladder was threatening to burst from the applied pressure. He drew his legs closer together, pressing his thighs together in hopes that that would prevent any leaks.
“Look at you.” Masaomi pulled Izaya's head up by his hair, balling his hand into a fist. He drew his foot back and instead focused on landing a quick blow—a punch to the face, causing an instant bloody nose. “You're a fucking mess now.”
Izaya knew that. He didn't like to actually think about it, but there he was, in need of a restroom, his hair messed up, and now blood dripping from his nose, over his lips, and down his chin. He really was a mess, but he wouldn't ever acknowledge it. He was just fine.
Masaomi put his foot right back where it had been, pressed firmly against Izaya's bladder. Izaya almost whined at the pressure, but he was above that, so he swallowed it back and instead gave a subtle squirm. His hips shifted just the tiniest bit and he couldn't help grinding down on the heel of his shoe.
“Kida-kun.” His voice was a little strained, but he spoke as clearly as he could. “You told me not to wet myself, and here you are doing this. Is it that you actually want me to? Kiiiida-kun, could it be that you're a pervert, and that would turn you on?”
The brunet grit his teeth and pushed his foot against the informant harder. He groaned and leaned forward, hissing through his teeth and squirming a little more. He needed to use the restroom, and he needed to go now.
“Ah— Kida-kun, you really are a pervert. I bet you're going to get off on this.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
Masaomi drew his foot back and drove it back down hard. Izaya couldn't help moaning as he felt a spurt of urine escape, enough to soak through the crotch of his pants. The boy narrowed his eyes and took a knee, palming the informant a few times before giving an exaggerated gag.
“Disgusting. You're actually starting to piss yourself.”
Izaya grinned at him. “Getting handsy now, are we? Feel free to touch.”
The boy was very obviously repulsed, eyebrows knitting further. “You're the one getting turned on by this. You were getting hard, weren't you? Damn pervert.”
“I'm getting hard because I need to use the facilities, Kida-kun.”
“Sucks to be you, then.” He pushed his foot down harder, hands balling into trembling fists.
Izaya couldn't suppress a whimper, and he let out a heavy breath as warmth spilled to his thighs. God, maybe he was a little turned on by that.
“I can't—”
“I can see that.”
There was no more reason left to try to keep himself under control. He gave a soft moan as he completely let go, soaking his pants and creating a puddle beneath himself. He gave a breathy sigh when he was finished, his face faintly flushed with just a hint of arousal.
“You're still hard, huh?” Masaomi moved his foot down to Izaya's crotch, rubbing against his erection through his piss-soaked pants.
The informant let out a shaky breath, rocking his hips upward to get more friction. It was at that moment that Masaomi pulled his foot away.
“If you like it that much, to the work yourself.”
There was no shame. In fact, the man named Izaya Orihara had no idea what that word even meant, because it was nonexistent in his vocabulary. He managed to get himself forward a few inches, and the brunet slid his foot forward a little. Izaya had no problem with straddling Masaomi's foot and grinding down on it, breaths getting heavier as he got closer to release.
But Masaomi took a step back just as he was about to cum, and he smiled down at him with the most innocent look he could manage. He held two fingers up for a peace sign and stuck out his tongue. “I'll have someone untie you later. For now, sit tight, since there are places I need to be.”
This would be a problem.
Edited April 21, 2017 by YumenoKyuusaku
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I wrote this by request on fimfiction.net, thinking I wouldn't be able to do much with what little I got from the requestor, but I think it turned out well, and I thought I might put this story up here too (at least here no one will dislike it for the subject matter). I hope you like it, and don't find the quality too low, it's only my second golden shower story. Don't mind how stretchy the scenarios get or how OoC the characters might be. And I try to make the golden showers overlap with my preferred style and dislike for nudity.
This story is Equestria Girls themed, in case it isn't clear.
Rarity's Golden Shower
Rarity and Rainbow Dash were going for a walk at the park. Rarity was wearing her usual purple skirt, and Rainbow Dash was wearing her usual dark pink skirt with skintight black shorts underneath.
It was a hot summer day, so Rarity had drank about five bottles of water, six cups of cider, a can of soda, and two boxes of orange juice.
They sat on a bench, and Rarity talked about a fashion show she was planning, while Rainbow Dash talked about a soccer game she was going to be playing, and how she had won her last game.
About ten minutes into their conversation, Rarity felt a powerful urge to pee. All she had drank today had gone through her already. But she didn't want to break off the conversation with Rainbow Dash yet, so she crossed her legs and decided to hold it. After all, there was a bathroom just next to the park entrance. She could run to it any time she wanted.
"And then Sunset can wear this sparkly dress," said Rarity. "It will be fit for a princess. The crowd will simply adore..."
She stopped. She had drank so much, the need to pee was growing rapidly. She started fidgeting hard. She looked over at Rainbow Dash, and tried to stop, blushing at how obvious her desperation was.
"Rarity, if you have to go, just go," said Rainbow Dash. "There's a bathroom right over there."
Rarity stood up, and felt a small spurt of pee leak into her purple panties. She whimpered, but held the rest of it it, and ran toward the park bathroom as fast as she could.
She had barely gone a meter when out of nowhere, Pinkie Pie jumped out. "Hey Rarity! Whatchya..."
Unable to stop, Rarity smashed directly into Pinkie and fell on her butt. The sudden pressure was too much for Rarity, and she lost all control. A soft hissing sound could be heard, and a puddle grew under Rarity, rapidly expanding.
Rarity blushed with embarrassment as she flooded her panties, and the back of her skirt became soaked where she sat. It wasn't long before the front of her skirt was also soaked. She couldn't believe she was wetting herself in front of Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash.
Instead of whimpering, however, Rarity let out a sigh of relief and satisfaction. She loved the feeling of the warm wetness soaking her panties. She had never peed in her dress before - only dirty pairs of underwear at the end of the day, in the shower.
Twilight Sparkle of Equestria had wet herself once, and Rarity had found it arousing, although she hid this from her and everyone else. At the moment this had been overridden by her desire to make her feel better. But since then, Rarity had tried peeing her panties and found it one of her favorite things to do, in secret, for she didn't want anyone to know she did something so unladylike. She had later found out her fetish had a name: Omorashi, a type of watersports.
Now, here she was, wetting her skirt, in front of two of her friends. Although part of her felt embarrassed, most of her loved the thrill and the naughty feeling of what she was doing for the first time.
Rainbow Dash stared. She had been aroused by Twilight's accident, but Rarity's was even hotter. Rainbow felt bad for Rarity, she hadn't wanted her to pee herself, but she couldn't help but drool at the sight before her.
After almost a minute, Rarity finished peeing, and let out another satisfied sigh. "Ah, that's better. That was simply divine!"
Then she remembered her accident was out in the open, in front of Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash. She looked behind her at Rainbow Dash, blushing profusely. Rainbow also blushed, immediately changing the expression on her face.
Rarity stood up and ran, feeling ashamed. It was humiliating enough to wet herself in front of Rainbow Dash. It was another to show how much she had enjoyed it. What would Rainbow Dash think of her?
Rainbow watched Rarity run, and felt bad about how much she had enjoyed Rarity's accident. She didn't want to take pleasure in someone else's pain, especially Rarity, and was sure that Rarity had seen the look on her face. She stood up, deciding to find Rarity and make her feel better.
Rarity ran along a path, until she grew tired, and sat down, with her arms around her legs and her head buried in her knees. She was never going to live this down.
"Rarity!" came a familiar voice. Rarity lifted her head up and turned her head to see Rainbow Dash running up behind her. "Are you all right?"
"I... I don't think so," said Rarity.
"I never wanted that to happen," said Rainbow Dash. "And I still really like you. Come with me to my house and you can shower and change."
"So... you're not disgusted by this?"
Wait, she didn't know?
"Why would I be? Accidents happen. Was I disgusted when Twilight wet herself?"
"I know, but..." She hesitated, and then continued. "Didn't you see my... reaction to it?"
"No, why?" said Rainbow Dash, her heart pounding.
"I... have a watersports fetish. There, I said it. I hope you won't think of me any differently..."
Rainbow's heart leapt. "It's all right Rarity. Between you and me, I have a watersports fetish too!"
"You do?" said Rarity, feeling all shame leave her.
"Totally, for several years now. I felt really bad cause I really liked watching you pee, and I didn't want you to feel bad."
Rarity stood up and gave Rainbow Dash a hug. At the same time, something occurred to her. Something she'd always dreamed of that she would have never dared ask of anyone, but if anyone was right for the job, it was Rainbow. "Dashie, can I ask a small favor of you?"
"Anything you want, Rares," said Rainbow.
Rarity's heart was racing. "Since you and I both have the fetish... could you maybe... give me a golden shower? That's always been one of my deepest fantasies." She blushed.
"A golden shower?" said Rainbow Dash, her heart beating as fast as Rarity's. She had never thought she'd get to do this to someone. Much less the seemingly-prissy Rarity.
"You... do know what a golden shower is, right?"
"Of course I know! And I'd love to! I'll go get some drinks. I'll be right back."
Rarity sat patiently in her wet panties and skirt until Rainbow Dash returned with a big cooler on wheels containing several large bottles of soda, and some water bottles.
Rainbow drank five bottles of soda at once, and three bottles of water, until she couldn't drink anymore.
Ten minutes after, while Rainbow waited for her bladder to fill up, Rarity drank nearly as much as her. Rainbow had a hunch as to why Rarity was doing this. She didn't say anything in case she was wrong, but she was excited for it all the same. She drank another bottle of soda to speed things up.
An hour into the wait, Rainbow Dash felt like she was about to burst. "All right, it's time!"
Rarity's skirt was still damp, and she was looking forward to what was to come.
"You sure no one's going to see us?" said Rarity.
"If I see someone coming, we'll hide behind a tree until they're gone," said Rainbow Dash. "But I haven't seen anyone here except Pinkie Pie, and I don't see her anywhere."
Rarity was still sitting down on the path, and leaned backward slightly to lower her head, allowing Rainbow Dash to stand directly above her, with her legs on either side of Rarity.
"I don't have to pull my shorts down, do I?" said Rainbow.
"Do it however you want," said Rarity, who was already anxious for her golden shower and impatient from waiting an hour.
With that, Rainbow began peeing. Before long her shorts were soaked, and she was peeing through them all over Rarity, sighing of relief.
Rarity loved the feeling of the warm pee raining down on her, soaking her completely in a matter of seconds, including her already-damp skirt and panties. She let out a moan of ecstasy as her deepest fetish-related wish was fulfilled. This was even better than wetting herself, and she'd be sure to ask Rainbow to do this again!
Rainbow heard Rarity and knew she was enjoying this as much as she was. She had only had to pee for less than a minute, but already the relief felt great, and she liked the feeling of the warmth spreading through her shorts, some trickling down her legs, but most splashing on Rarity, the girl who shared her fetish.
After just over two minutes, Rainbow Dash stopped peeing, and stepped aside so she was facing Rarity. Rarity was soaked from head to foot and smelled of urine, but she was panting with immense satisfaction and arousal.
"That was... just wonderful, Dashie!"
"Thanks," said Rainbow, feeling how wet her shorts were and loving it. "We'll have to do this again sometime."
Rarity continued to sit there, taking in the moment of her deepest fetish being satisfied.
All of a sudden, Pinkie Pie came running out, positioning herself above Rarity the same way Rainbow Dash had. Rarity could see up her pink skirt, and blushed.
"Pinkie Pie, what are you doing..."
She paused as Pinkie's white panties grew wet, and another shower of hot pee cascaded on Rarity. Rainbow stared in utter amazement as Pinkie simultaneously wet herself and gave Rarity another golden shower, while Pinkie just giggled.
Rarity didn't stop to feel ashamed that Pinkie had most likely witnessed the whole thing between her and Rainbow Dash. All she felt was the yellow rain on her, and she loved it.
Pinkie peed for just under three minutes, which impressed Rainbow a great deal, and then stepped aside. Pinkie's underwear and the front of her skirt were soaked, but she didn't mind.
"What are you doing here?" said Rainbow Dash, though she was far from annoyed.
"I overheard you talking about golden showers, so I drank 10 big bottles of soda and waited for you to finish!" said Pinkie. "Since Rarity likes it so much and I find it really funny, I thought, why not do it to her as well?"
"We... find it more than just funny," said Rainbow Dash.
"Yes, but it was so divine!" said Rarity, who was soaking wet and satisfied beyond what she'd intended.
"Glad you liked it," said Pinkie.
"But promise not to tell anyone about any of this."
"Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye! See ya!" She casually ran off.
Before long, Rarity stood up and said "I have to pee something dreadful. Rainbow Dash, would you like a golden shower?"
"Would I?" said Rainbow Dash, and she sat down in the same position as Rarity, who stood above her so that Rainbow was between her legs. Rainbow could see Rarity's purple panties.
"Ahhhhhh," said Rarity as she started to pee. Her stream quickly passed through her soaking wet panties and showered Rainbow Dash, soaking her just as quickly as Rainbow had done to Rarity.
Rainbow could see why Rarity loved this so much. It felt just as relaxing as taking a regular shower, except one that satisfied her fetish. Rarity was peeing her panties all over her, and she loved it. Rainbow closed her eyes and sighed in satisfaction as she felt Rarity's pee soak her hair, her shirt, through her damp skirt and into her already-wet shorts.
Rarity also took great pleasure in this, peeing herself for the second time today, but this time without any shame, as well as returning the favor to Rainbow Dash for making her fantasy come true.
In the process, Rainbow felt her bladder fill up with what remained of what she had drank, so she let it all out in her shorts.
Rarity peed for just under two minutes, but it was still long enough for Rainbow Dash to enjoy it to the fullest extent.
"That... was... AWESOME!" said Rainbow Dash, who was just as wet as Rarity now and loved it.
They sat at the side of the path behind a tree, and had a fun conversation about watersports. By sunset they decided to go home. There was a water park somewhere in this park, so they played around in it to mostly wash the pee off them, and then returned to their respective homes, showered, changed into their pajamas, and thought about how fun today had been - and how fun the future would be! |
I'm new to all of this, and well... I don't know about the human body and all that. I really love Draco x Harry, and a few other things. If you don't like forced wetting then this isn't for you. Also not if you're a grammar nazi, I have the writing skills of a middke schooler. Hope I posted this in the right place... Enjoy!
Harry sat, tied up. Draco stared at him with a sadistic grin, or smirk.
Harry had his hands chained above his head, his mouth gagged. It had been Draco's idea to do this, to try it. If he was honest with himself, Harry kind of enjoyed it. But so did Draco.
Harry stared up at the silver eyed Slytherin, wondering what the older boy was going to do. He could feel the restraints scratching his arms, keeping him still and vulnerable.
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Draco traced Harry's arm with a knife around the boy's arms and where the chains met flesh.
Harry shivered.
Then the black haired boy noticed something, something about a lower part of his body. He had to piss.
He made a crossing motion with his hands and made a noise to get Draco's attention. "Aaa-oo!" (Draco).
The blond looked at him then saw the sign to stop. He was not happy about that. Draco took the gag put of Harry's mouth. "What?" He sounded almost angry.
Harry was embarrassed, but it would just be worse if he didn't say anything. He flushed scarlet. "I.. um.. well.."
"You what?" Draco was angry. Things had been going so well!
"I err... I gotta piss." He looked down.
Draco smirked. Of course the boy did, he had drank almost two bottles of water before they began. Well, he wasn't going to stop and untie him just so he could piss. He would just have to hold it, or wet himself.
That last thought was... intriguing. He wondered what he would have to do to make Harry do just that. It would just be so... gaaah.
Draco came forward, still smirking. "Oh, really? How bad?"
This took Harry off guard for a moment. He wanted out of the restraints so he could go piss, and Draco asks him how bad?
It wasn't so bad he supposed, but he could slowly feel it getting worse. If Draco got very rough, he'd probably wet himself. Considering he was only wearing a pair of tight leather jeans (and no shirt or anything else), that would be very uncomfortable.
"W-well... not that badly I guess... b-but I-I don't know.... Please Draco?" Harry almost pleaded. He really didn't want to piss himself. He had a fear of sorts, ever since he was beaten for it at the Dursley's. He nearly winced at the memory.
Draco would rather not, he was enjoying this too much. Maybe Draco could force his lover to drink more even.
"Harry, I don't think I like that idea. I think you need to practice your control," Draco said with a growing erection. "You seem a bit thirsty actually, maybe you should drink something? I would hate to have you dehydrated."
What??? Did Draco WANT him to piss himself!? He knew Draco was a sadist, hence the situation he was in, but damn. This was a bit different.
"D-Draco?" He stammered. He REALLY didn't want to piss himself, that was something he was told NEVER to do. Ever.
Draco snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared. "Bring us a glass and a pitcher of water, and maybe some coffee." The little elf nodded, left, and was back in about a minute.
Harry, who was sitting Indian style, switched to his knees in hopes of getting some comfort. It helped, a bit. Harry saw the elf come back and he was nearly shaking. Why did Draco want this??
"Draco, I-I don't think this is a g-good idea..." Harry whispered desperately.
"What do you mean Harry?" Draco asked as he stepped forward, coffee in hand. "Now open your mouth."
Harry gulped but did as he was told. Soon the liquid was poured down his throat, and what felt like straight to his bladder, which he knew was false. It can do things to your mind though. He squeezed his legs together, the pressure continuing to rapidly increase.
"Come on Draco, this isn't funny." Harry was almost crying now. He was just so scared...
"Of course it isn't, you need to learn control, Harry. It seems you don't really have any.. I'll just have to fix that," Draco claimed, shuddering at the thought in pleasure.
Draco poured a glass of water and fed it to the trembling boy. He repeated it a few times before stopping and looking at his now crying lover.
"D-Draco... I-I don't think I can h-hold it m-m-much l-l-longer." Harry was squirming, as much as a chained person can, and had his legs pressed together as much as humanly possible. It wouldn't work for much longer, however.
Harry really, really, really had to go.
"Of course you can hold it longer, or else I'll punish you." The blond's satanic grin was back, and it scared Harry. This wasn't good for his bladder, which pulsed dangerously.
Harry bit his lip, he was trying so hard to keep it all in. It wasn't like he wanted to piss himself.
Seeing such desperation made Draco lick his lips. He force fed Harry another glass of water and began tracing Harry's skin with his knife. About fifteen minutes passed.
Harry whimpered. Draco put the gag back into his lover and continued tracing the soft, pale skin. Harry whimpered again, it was getting so painful, and so impossible.
He squirmed, or tried to, again. He. Couldn't. Do. Anything. What was he supposed to do? Just piss himself sitting there? More whimpers.
Harry reeeeeeally didn't think he could hold it anymore, but she sure as hell was going to try. He could feel it on the edge if escaping. If he was honest, it felt kind of... nice. Just holding it like that. He just had to go SO BAD. But it also felt so nice.
He squirmed, whimpered, and kept his legs as close as possible. But his bladder felt so heavy. A few minutes ticked by with him sitting there, slightly enjoying himself.
He was on the very brink now, and oh, oh, OH! It felt amazing right at that moment. He squeezed his legs so close and he was so lost in it al that he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. He squeezed his legs together for another fifteen or so minutes, praying to god he wouldn't wet himself.
Draco raised his wand. 'This is going to be fantastic,' he thought to himself. He put the tickle charm on Harry, and in less than five minutes he had the desired effect.
Such a tight pressure and such a strong need. He felt the tickle charm and he nearly lost it right there. He was being tickled, oh god. Oh god, oh god, OH GOD, he felt it!
He didn't want it to leave, he didn't. He felt it about to leave, he tried so desperately for it not to. But Draco was using the tickle charm. Dear god, the tickle charm.
Harry gasped and pee came out of the petite boy rapidly. There was a LOT for such a tiny body. That, and Draco knew Harry had a bladder size of a small child. There must have been no holding it.
The boy sat there wetting for at least a straight minute, a strange look on his face. When he was finished there was a massive puddle on the floor beneath the boy, his leather pants absolutely soaking.
Harry realized what he had just done and began shaking once again. He had done something that he had been taught to be very bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.
If he had, had any piss left, it would have been gone just then when he thought about how bad he had been. Harry's face became very salty as he sat there in a puddle of his piss.
"Oh, you naughty boy, Harry. Look what you've done." Harry's cheeks shone red from embarrassment. Tears leaked from his eyes and he trembled waiting for what Draco would do to him.
Draco cut small scratches into the boy with arms chained above his head. "I do need to punish you, don't I?" |
Thank you guys for all the feedback. It's really appreciated. Also, sorry for the delay between parts. So, without further ado here's part two.
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The discomfort in Kate's stomach was absolutely killing her. It was getting to the point where she didn't feel suited to drive anymore. Kate physically could not get herself to stop moving. Not to mention she was constantly letting out farts. Her normally strong bladder was failing her. She felt like she had a balloon in her stomach. She was beyond embarrassed her daughter had to see her like this.
As amusing as Zoey did find her mom's situation, she had her own problems at the moment. Poor Zoey had actually already leaked a few times. She was doing all she could to hold it in but drops escaping her hold were almost a constant at this point. The fact that Zoey was wearing a thong also made the situation that much more uncomfortable. When Zoey leaked she could feel the pee hit her bare butt cheeks. Part of this whole experience almost seemed exciting to Zoey. Almost sexual. Zoey started to think she was getting a little turned on. Those thoughts were quickly pushed out of her mind as she saw a exit coming up.
"Mom, take this exit. I think there's a gas station there."
Kate could only muster out a timid "ok". She was really not doing well. Her bladder was giving out and fast. She now had no choice but to dig a hand into her crotch.
"Mom, I really really need to pee. " zoey felt the need to inform her mother of the obvious. She found it exciting that her mom not only knew of her situation but also was experiencing it.
"I know you do honey but I'm getting off now. Just hold it a little longer."
"l didn't even go this morning. I should have. I'm sorry, I know we're running late."
That much was true. Kate had noticed between stomach pains and bladder problems that they were cutting it close on time. They now had 45 minutes before their tour started at the college and they had about that much time left before they got there.
"Honey, it's ok. You can see how bad I need to go too."
By this time the two had taken the exit and made their way off the interstate. Kate saw a sign indicating a gas station a mile down the road.
"I don't know if I can hold it mom."
"Zoey, it's a mile. You are 18. At least your not about to shit yourself too" Kate said trying to get her point across as well as lighten the mood.
Come to think of it, Zoey hadn't went number two in about 24 hours. She did indeed feel a little pressure in her lower stomach. With that said, her main concern was keeping the flood of urine inside her. She had both hands buried into her crotch. Both of her long legs were wrapped around eachother and she,like her mom, was bouncing up and down in her seat like a child. Zoey let out another squrt and instantly felt it soak her butt and inner theighs. If she wasn't wearing black this all would be noticeable. She was indeed worried about the pee that was soaking through her shorts and creating a wet patch on the seat.
Kate finally saw the gas station and pulled into the spot right outside the door. Kate had barely shot off the car before Zoey was out of the car and running inside the building with her hand in the front of her short black shorts.
"Uhh, where's your bathroom?" A flustered Zoey asked the woman behind the counter. The name on her name tag read Holly. She looked about 30 to Zoey and was actually quite pretty for a gas station employee. She had long red hair and a curvy shape.
"Um, they are in the back" was Holly's response. She was a little taken by surprise by the pretty girl doing the potty dance before her. She looked entirely too old for her actions.
Zoey mustered out a very quiet "thanks" before taking off towards the back. On the way to the back Zoey ran past the front door and her mom who had just entered. Kate followed closely behind as her desperate daughter ran the length of the building and into the bathroom. Zoey threw open the door and immediately realized something of vital importance. It had only one toilet. This was a one person bathroom. Kate barged in behind Zoey and seem to realize the same thing Zoey just had.
"Mom, please let me go I'll be so quick"
Kate looked at her grown daughter with her hands in her crotch and legs crossed and that pained look on her face and couldn't argue.
" alright, just be really quick baby"
Kate existed the room she most desperately wanted to be in and took her place leaning against the wall with both her hands in the crotch of her leggings. Meanwhile, Zoey was pulling down her shorts and soaked thong in one motion. Next, Zoey plopped her round ass onto the seat below her. After a second of nothing, Zoey's brain finally gave her poor bladder the all-go. Pee gushed out of Zoey like a waterfall. Zoey couldn't help but to let out a sigh of relief. Her eyes watered with the relief. Zoey had never felt such intense relief before. After about a minute of peeing, Zoey's stream died down to a quiet tinkle and just like that she was done. The relived Zoey got up and flushed the toilet and immediately jumped back and screamed. A huge spider crawled out from the other side of the toilet and onto the seat. Kate stormed in upon hearing her daughter scream.
All Kate had to do was follow Zoey's gaze and saw what the source of her daughters terror was. Kate's heart dropped and without even thinking she turned and ran out of the bathroom and continued out of the building and into the car. Kate had the worst case of acrophobia ever. Kate's bodily needs would have to wait. There was simply no way she could use any bathroom in that building after seeing that nightmare. After receiving more weird looks from Holly, Zoey left the building and joined her terrified mother in the car. And just as her mother started the car and left the parking lot Zoey was hit with a very intense stomach pain.
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"Mom, you should have went."
"I'm fine zoey, you know I couldn't go there after seeing that monster in there. We gotta get you there anyway. We're so late."
Kate saw a look of discomfort cross her daughters face and would have questioned it more if she wasn't in such dire straits herself. It was going to be a photo finish on making it to Zoey's visit and now she still had a very full bladder and bowels. Almost on que, Kate let out a very loud and long fart. A very worried whimper exited Kate's lips. The front of her black leggings now had a noticeable wet patch on them. Her theighs and butt cheeks were wet due to the repeated leaks that were finding their way out of Kate(one particularly long leak was let out upon seeing the spider). The grown women physically could not sit still and was letting out farts almost constantly. One hand had found its way under her leggings and was now clutching the crotch of her soaked panties. She desperately wanted to grab her butt in order to keep the contents of her overfilled bowels inside but had to at least keep one hand to drive. Kate was not going to make it more than a few more minutes and she knew it.
Zoey could not take her eyes off of her mother. She had never seen anyone so desperate in her life. There was something so fascinating about a grown women who was quite obviously losing a battle with her own body. In the midst of Zoey watching her mother lose her struggle, Zoey was hit with a very intense stomach pain and was reminded of her own plight that had surfaced immediately after her opportunity to solve it had vanished. She,like her mother, had to poop. The urge had came on very strong in the past few minutes since they left the gas station. But Zoey could not tell her mother of her issue when her mother was obviously in more pain. Even considering the fact that she was doubting If she herself could make it, Zoey decided to simply be thankful that she did not need to pee anymore and hold in the rather large load that was inside of her small body.
Kate let out another whimper followed by a rather long fart. Zoey looked over to her mother and saw a look of absolute suffering on her face. Her usually composed mom was obviously about to make a large mess. Kate's hand was permanently clutching her crotch and was under her leggings. Her mothers butt was rapidly grinding into the car seat and looked as if it would never slow down.
"Mom, are you ok?"
"Yes honey, I'm completely and utterly fine." The sarcasm in Kate's voice was more than evident.
"We can't stop mom. We're going to be late."
"I know, I'm going to get you there on time don't worry. Just be happy you don't have to go anymore cause this is horrible."
Zoey wanted to inform her mom that she was fighting her own battle. Zoey herself was starting to grind her shapely bottom deep into the car seat below her. Looking at her beyond desperate mother was certainly not helping her take her mind off of it either. She would give anything to be sitting on that spider-ridden gas station toilet again. But she could not speak up. Not with the state her mother was in and the time limit they were under.
About 10 minutes went by and Zoey could swear she could see her mother's pants becoming wet. Zoey wondered how close Kate was to losing her other battle. After another fart rang through the air Zoey looked over towards her mother once more and saw tears in her eyes. Zoey could not believe it. Her mom actually was being brought to tears by her own bodily needs. Zoey instantly let go of any fascination she was experiencing as pure sympathy overcame her.
"Only about 20 minutes mom."
"I can't hold it anymore baby" Kate responded while obviously fighting back tears.
"Mom, you can do it. You have held it this long. We will find a bathroom right when we get there."
"No Zoey, we will have to park, find where the visit is, sign in and everything before we will get any chance at a bathroom."
Zoey was suddenly hit with the same realization her mother was just hit with. Zoey would probably have to go on her whole visit before she could relieve herself. That thought terrified Zoey. She was doubting her ability to make it to the college itself. She was now sitting on her hands in an attempt to hold herself without being obvious to her mother. Zoey had to fart but did not want to alert her mother of her predicament. Zoey had already embarrassed herself enough today with her close call earlier. She could not do it again. She had to hold on.
Just then, Kate started to signal and move lanes.
"What are you doing mom? There's not even an exit coming up."
"I just can't hold it anymore baby." Was the only response Kate could muster. The fact was that Kate was now wearing soaked panties and leggings. She still had at least a minutes worth of pee inside of her. Kate also was seconds away from losing her battle with the turd that had been right at the brim for 15 minutes now. Kate had even let a shart out earlier and would have to deal with that for the rest of their journey now as neither of them had any change of clothes.
Zoey watched in utter confusion as her mother drifted to the shoulder of road, stopped the car, and hopped out. Kate ran around the car and towards Zoey's window with a hand in her crotch as well as a hand firmly grasping her butt. Kate motioned for Zoey to roll her window down.
"Open your door and look the other way" was all Kate could say before yanking her obviously soaked pants and panties to her ankles and squatting down. Kate used Zoey's door to brace herself as an explosion started. There was no way Zoey could look away from this. Kate closed her eyes in utter relief as pee gushed from between her damp theighs. Kate then braced herself as another explosion came out from her backside. Kate was not able to hold back sighs of relief as an insane amount of waste exited her body. Kate finally opened her eyes and saw her daughter looking right at her display.
"Zoey, turn away!!" Kate then used her free hand to cover her pussy that was out in the open.
Zoey could not believe this. Her mother was peeing AND messing literally inches away from her. Zoey could not even say anything. A part of her felt as though she should be disgusted with the sights and sounds coming out of her mother while another could not help but be intrigued. And maybe even a little aroused. Zoey knew she should not be aroused and yet maybe that's why she was feeling such a way.
"I'm so so sorry you have to see this. I was about to lose it all. I'm so sorry."
Zoey could only muster out a "it's fine" as she was now throughly aroused as well as desperate. Zoey was desperate for the second time in one car journey and this time it was more serious. She could feel her waste right on the brim and her mother reliving herself literally right next to her was certainly not helping.
"There's nowhere else to go here. It's all fields. I needed the car for any sort of cover. It was coming out Zoey I'm so sorry."
"Mom, it's ok I swear you were crying I know it was bad."
" Thank god we saved those napkins from Starbucks earlier." Kate joked as she was now finishing up. Zoey was glad Kate could joke a little as she was obviously very embarrassed about the whole situation. As Kate cleaned herself up as much as she could and got back into the car Zoey thought about telling her mom of her predicament. Maybe it was her shy nature or simply a less than willing attitude to copy her mom's actions but Zoey did not say a word as they started to move again.
In fact, not much was said for the rest of the ride. Kate was obviously embarrassed and Zoey had her own reasons. There was simply not much to be said.
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"Alright, what building were we supposed to meet in again?" Kate asked her daughter.
Zoey looked at her mother as if it was the most complicated question ever.
"uhh...the administration building I think."
"Baby, I know that was a rough journey and your probably traumatized for life but let's just try to make the best of it. Look, I can tie my hoodie that I have in the back around my waist and no one will know that your mom can't make it to a potty in time." Kate said with a smile.
Zoey forced out a chuckle and smiled but that wasn't what she cared about at the moment. Yes, they had finally made it to their destination but Zoey was in the most pain she ever had been. Shooting pain in her stomach was a constant. Her thong had found its way very far into her butt as a result of Zoey wiggling her butt constanly as well as her hands being glued to her backside.
Kate looked at her daughter and knew something was wrong.
"Baby, are you ok? Did I really do that big a number on you?"
Just then, a fart filled the air and for once it didn't come from Kate. Kate now knew the real problem with her daughter.
"Honey, do you have to poop?
"Yes" Zoey replied while looking at the ground and blushing.
"How long have you had to go?"
"Since we left the gas station. I'm sorry mom I didn't want to say anything."
" You should have told me I would have stopped. I'm pretty sure we are late anyway. Your just lucky we are here."
Right after saying that Kate saw the admission building and pulled into the parking lot.
"Alright we're here, baby can you hand me that parking pass in the back seat so we can go in and you can go poop in a toilet and not in the street like me."
The fact was Zoey indeed wasn't going to poop in the streets. She was going to poop in her shorts. Tears started to form in Zoey's eyes as she officially lost her battle. Zoey was unable to move as the beginning of her relief took place. Zoey was powerless as waste forced its way out of her exhausted body. Her favorite thong offered little resistance as repeated farts and chunks of poop found their way into her short shorts.
It wasn't long after Kate pulled into a parking spot that she realized what was happening. She could only stare in complete shock as her 18 year old daughter shit herself right outside a building that certainly had a toilet inside.
Zoey now accepted her fate and gave up any attempts of holding anything back. The tiny shorts that Zoey was wearing could only hold so much and was now visibly leaking the contents of her bowels down her long legs and into the seat she had lost her battle in. Like her mother, Zoey could not say anything. The only noise in the car at all was those coming from Zoey's butt as well as the sobbing that Zoey now had no control over.
THE END
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Thanks to all who replied to the earlier parts of the story. Please keep the feedback coming! I know this installment ended a little abruptly but I felt as though this concept had run its course. However, I would be more than happy to continue writing stories staring these characters but using a different storyline. Anyone is more than welcome to leave suggestions for more with Zoey and Kate or for different fiction stories altogether.
Edited May 21, 2017 by Mrgala21
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Part 1
Zoe was excited and nervous for her first day of college. Being home schooled she had never learned how to fully interact with kids her own age, so college at the time seemed like a fantasy. "You got this, you got this, you got this" she said to herself. Wearing some red leggings and a black hoodie, she had dressed for the purpose of blending in, plus dressing for comfort was not something school she would ever give up. As she sat at the desk she noticed the other students were much older than her. The clock struck 12 and the professor walked in with a confused look on his face. "Excuse me, what is your name?" The whole class stared at Zoe and her anxiety began to take shape. "Zoe sir, I mean Zoe. I'm new, I mean I am a freshmen." The professor walked up to Zoe angrily.
"Zoe, you have the wrong class, this is for juniors. You have wasted our time, and you are now late to your own class. Get out!" The professor smacked her desk which made Zoe jump with fear. Running out of the class she began to have a panic attack. "No, no, no. Dammit I can't breathe." Zoe shut the door with a slam and began to breathe heavily with tears in her eyes. "I should skip today I don't think I can take coming in late, but this is all wrong. Stupid, stupid Zoe!"
Having sat on the bench for about 15 minutes Zoe noticed something on the bulletin board.
Zoe quickly reached for her cellphone and began to call. "Hi excuse me, is his the free hypnosis therapy number?" "Oh, wonderful! Hold on a second let me put something down. I'm so glad you called I didn't think I would have any takers." Zoe explained her situation, her anxiety and what she was hoping to accomplish. "This is perfect, come on by, my apartment is right next to the science building. I'm number 302, I can't wait to get started. My name is Roland, I'm very much looking forward to meeting you."
She had made it to Roland's apartment, a simple apartment with children's toys scattered about. Roland quick speaks "please forgive the mess. My daughter is a bit of a handful and we weren't originally expecting company." "It's alright, I'm just glad you are seeing it such short notice. How old is she?" "Chloe will be 4 in about a week now. She's taking a nap right now in the back. Would you like to get started, please lay down on the table." She slowly climbed up on the table and laid her head on the pillow. The table was a normal dinner table with a sheet over it but Zoe was small enough that it wasn't a problem. Roland closed the window covers and dimmed the lights. He began to light a candle that was placed next to her head. Roland began to speak "I want you to take 3 deep breaths, and as you exhale I want you to think about falling into total relaxation, right now just breathe." Roland had begun a musical tape that put her deeper into the hypnosis. She took the first breathe and a wave of relaxation hit her. She took a second breathe and she could feel herself drifting into another world. By the third breathe she was completely taken into the hypnosis.
Roland began to speak "From here on out every word I say to you is absolute truth. I want you to repeat them word by word as I say them. And when ever you hear the word "trigger" or say the word "trigger" you will physically and mentally prepare yourself to what I'm about to tell you. Is that understood." Zoe immediately responds in her deep state "I understand." "You will not let anxiety take over your life." Zoe repeats "I will not let anxiety take over my life." "You choose to feel comfortable around others." "I choose to feel comfortable around others." "You love myself, and you will forgive your mistakes." "I love myself and I will forgive my mistakes." "I...." Roland stops and hears his daughter crying. He rushes to his daughters bedroom while Zoe remains in the hypnotic state.
"It's okay to wet your bed" Roland tells his daughter. Zoe responds "It's okay to wet my bed." "Accidents happen to everyone, it's alright" "Accidents happen to everyone it's alright." Roland hugs his daughter "Peeing yourself happens, it's what you do." Zoe begins to relax her bladder. "Peeing myself happens, it's what I do". Zoe begins to relax her bladder, as minor drops begin to come into her underwear. The warmth feels so good to her even in this state, she begins to relax even more. Slowly a small stream begins to spread the warm pee into her underwear. A small dot appears on her red leggings as the pee begins to fill, and slowly but surely the pee the stream becomes a flood. She begins to overflow with pee, coming down her pants onto the table and the back of her hoodie. The power of her pee spread through the legs and create a large puddle under her, that begins to drip onto the floor. Roland laughs with his daughter "Your always be daddy's little bed-wetter and he'll always love you for it". Zoe repeats "I'll always be daddy's little bed-wetter and he'll always love me for it."
I plan to continue to update this, I have alot of places I can take it. Extra thanks to HypnoMangaEditor for Manga Manips and A Taste of Her Own Medicine as they inspired me to make this. Keep me updated if you guys like what I got so far. Thank you.
Edited April 23, 2017 by Metal Gear
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Hypnosis stories have certainly been done before, but with careful planning this could still be something special. Before I give you criticism, please keep in mind that if I didn't like it or think it had potential I wouldn't have bothered to respond. There are a lot of things I like in play here, but the attention and thought you've given to them just aren't quite there yet.
The most simple advice I can give is to write longer chapters from now on. It feels like you found a good place to end this chapter in terms of having a cliffhanger (or what might be called the inciting incident), but you didn't take enough time exploring what happened up until that point.
So far the main thing I can really say is that your pacing is way too fast. Believe me, I understand the urge to get to the smut right away but establishing your lead as a realistic and believable person is more important. There are a lot of threads that you just start and then drop right away.
You say that she immediately noticed the other students in the classroom were significantly older than her. Why didn't this set off any alarm bells? Perhaps due to homeschooling she entered college early? If so, how does she feel about that?
Calling the actions of the professor and Zoë's subsequent reaction unrealistic would be generous. In real life having people show up to the wrong room on the first day of class is very common and definitely not something that would actually merit being pissed off. Nothing of any consequence is ever done on the first day outside of giving a syllabus. And even if the professor was legitimately ticked off, anything outwardly aggressive like smacking her desk is a great way to get fired. Maybe this is her extremely dramatized recollection of events?
I can see you're trying to establish this anxiety problem as a big aspect of her character, but you need to lean into it harder. If I were you I probably would've devoted an entire paragraph to detailing what her anxiety feels like. Her knees are trembling. Her face is flushed. Her palms are sweating. And so on. Maybe her anxiety is a reason she wasn't in mainstream school? Maybe her family sought professional help for her? Either way, establishing the severity of this anxiety disorder is important for establishing her motivation.
So naturally it follows: why was she so willing to contact Roland in the first place? Has she ever had hypnotherapy before? It's far from something I would call normal in almost any college campus; it's definitely a fringe discipline.
And finally, there is the collosal issue of the hypnosis scene itself. Obviously the sort of hypnotism depicted in fiction can never be totally accurate... but we can try. Unfortunately, what might be the biggest problem with the scene also happens to be what the entire premise of the story stands upon. No hypnotherapist would have his or her sessions while they had to look after a child. And even if they were interrupted by the child, ending the session would not be difficult. Most hypnotherapists use a markedly different voice for sessions than for normal speech, although perhaps consoling a child might call for a similar tone. Unfortunately, I don't think these issues could be changed without fundamentally changing the premise. So on to things that could possibly be addressed without immense changes.
For one thing, the trope of quickly falling into a deep trance is complete bullshit. Hypnotic induction practices can vary but it is never an easy task. One common induction technique focuses on gradually relaxing different parts of the body in sequence. Even when the induction has completed the subject is still usually semi-conscious. Some people remember everything done in trance and some people remember very little.
But even more than induction technique, there are two fundamental truths of real hypnotherapy you may want to address. First, repetition is a big thing. Just like in any other pursuit, results will not come overnight. Second, in order for the script to have any real hope of success, the goal has to be one the subject wants on some level. Now here's the part where you can fudge it a bit and still have a tight narrative. As long as the goal is something desired, the means of accomplishing it can sort of be anything so long as the subconscious believes it will help with the goal. So far it seems like Zoë's goal is to be free of her anxiety, or, more broadly, "to relax". Based on what you've written it is apparent that wetting herself did help her relax. I think that this explanation is the one you should use for why her subconscious was willing to obey.
There are a couple of grammar errors in this chapter as well, but that is a very minor issue. I could always tell what you were meaning to say. Just keep in mind, proofreading is a magical thing.
As you mentioned, there are many places this situation could go to. Right now the next important thing is how Roland reacts when he sees what happened and of course what Zoë does when he brings her out.
Just please keep writing and I promise I will read it all and do whatever I can to help out.
Edited April 30, 2017 by juntaglom
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First I need to mention that this story is true in it's majority, because my cousins did visit me and spent some time at my place. They are super cute and good-looking, and just turned 18. And they were holding it quite a lot on our trips. But I place it here on fiction because I also want to write a lot of extra chapters, and some side stories that I'd have loved to witness.
Apart from that, enjoy and feel free to comment and ask details of the stories.
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Desperate Twins
My cousins Sofia and Lauren just turned 18 last month, and they decided to visit me and stay at my home for a couple of days, since I study abroad and they wanted to travel to Europe and get to know the city while saving on hotels and stuff. I refer to them as cousins, but the truth is they're very far relatives only, since they're daughters of a political cousin of my mother. Anyways.
They are twins, and they look exactly the same: long brown hair, beautiful caramel-brown eyes and a nice body. They're not so tall being around 155 cm, and they have almost flat chests, but they both have great butts and firm legs, and that simply compensate their lack of boobs. The truth is they were born in the Caribbean, and they have that latin look with a gorgeous tan and a playful, spanish accent.
So, even before they arrived I was already hoping to see them in any kind of desperate situation. And turns out I wasn't disappointed, because they often were holding it intentionally. I'll get to the point later, but I can directly tell they proved to have pretty strong bladders and to hold it a lot.
Chapter 1 - Arrival and first day
I went to pick them from the airport at around 7am. It was a Saturday morning, and particularly cold since we were on winter. The plane had landed at 07:05 after a long 9+ hours non-stop flight. I went to the arrival terminal and waited outside. At around 07:30 they finally came out of the doors. They were super cheerful and we started to talk about their trip and everything.
S-"The flight was super long!"
L-"Oh yes it was soo long, I'm so happy we finally landed"
S-"Yes it was crazy. And I didn't like the food in particular. I just skipped breakfast and only had apple juice"
L-"Oh yes the food was awful. Can we get some snacks for the trip home? We're starving"
We walked to a small shop and grabbed some sandwiches. Sofia grabbed a water bottle and Lauren followed with a big Arizona iced tea, 680 ml. I didn't give it much thought at the moment, but our trip home is more than an hour, and it was an aluminum can so there was no way to put a cap and save the drink for later. Nevermind. We sat in the tables for a while, ate together and immediately started for the train station. L was constantly sipping from her tea, and S already had her bottle halfway empty before even getting on the train.
We paid the tickets and just walked through the checker machines, when suddenly S turned and asked me with a slightly troubled face:
S-"Oh by the way, are there any toilets on this station? I forgot to use the ladies while looking for my backpack back there."
L-"I could use the restroom as well..."
I told them I'd look for a toilet, but we already crossed the checkpoint and there were really no toilets at that point. So I asked if they could wait a little until we reached the central station.
S-"Yes of course, it's not that urgent. I can wait."
Me-"And you L?"
L-"Me too. I'm fine."
We got to the platform and found out we had missed the train for just two minutes. The next one was departing in almost a quarter of hour. I suggested to get to a bench and sit there, and so we did. L was speaking continuously, really excited to be there, but S seemed to be alone in her own thoughts. She sat on the edge of the bench and placed her hands on her thighs, and tried to join the conversation casually. I went to check the train route on the maps, and I heard them speaking alone.
S-"Do you want some tea L? I'm too full, this can is too big for me"
L-"Let me try just to see how it tastes". -She grabbed the can, drank some and returned it. -"Oh I really like it! What is it, peach?"
S-"Yes it is. But keep it! I cannot drink anymore"
L-"Ok ok, I'll help then."
Lauren actually finished the can and dropped it to the trashcan before getting in our train. I was getting super distracted by all this but decided to keep talking and forgetting their troubles for a while.
Everything went fine. We got our train and were traveling to the central station, about half an hour away. The train had no toilets so the girls just had to sit and keep waiting. They were trying to act as casual as possible, especially S, but occasionally she shifted her legs or just bounce one of her legs up an down, biting her lips from time to time. She was getting more and more uncomfortable, but she was still trying to avoid looking desperate and kept talking just as if nothing happened. We spent the trip chatting about family and study and stuff, and eventually we got to the central station.
S-"At last! Can we look for a toilet now? I really need one".
Me-"Sure! Let's go".
I took them directly to the next public toilets available, and S made a dash and went directly inside. L followed right after, but I forgot to tell they needed to pay one euro each to use it. They returned one minute later, and S was looking at her limit. She was bending over a little and kept one hand placed softly at her pelvis, right in front of her bladder. L was not that desperate, but she was also shifting her weight from one leg to the other, trying not to squirm too much.
I looked in my pockets and just found one coin of 50 cents. But they were two, and the ticket machine at the restrooms wouldn't let them both get in with just that.
Me-"Ehm sorry but we need to get some change. Can you wait here just a little more? I will be right back".
S-"Ok but pleeease hurry up, yes?"
Me-"I will"
I went to the first bakery I could find and asked for some change. Then I returned to the girls and they were looking really at the limit. Both were doing a pretty cute pee dance, and as soon as they saw me they almost ran towards me.
S-"We've got a problem!"
Me-"What is it?"
L-"Well, we don't speak the language. But one old lady just came and said some strange stuff to us -and we didn't understand a thing- then pointed in that direction and entered the bathroom with a lot of cleaning stuff."
S-"And now we think the restrooms are closed for cleaning! What are we going to do?"
I just couldn't believe the strike of luck I just had. They both kept their cute dance while I was still thinking, and told them that the next bathrooms were at the opposite end of the station.
L-"I could probably wait until we get home, but I don't know about you S"
S-"I don't know, I really need to go"
L-"That bad?"
S-"Yes! I've been holding it for quite a while now"
L-"Uh. Just try, we're not that far from your place, are we?
Me-"Well it's not reaally that far only 15 minutes, but..."
S-"Ok ok fine, let's get going but hurry up. I'm a lady in trouble now"
We hurried to our platform and barely catched our train. S was looking openly desperate now, and she was squirming in her seat with her legs really pressed together. L was sitting in front of her, and she was really quiet now, thinking on her poor sis and maybe concentrating on her own bladder. The train was going fast but S seemed really worried and kept looking at her watch.
Finally we arrived to our station. S was barely able to walk now, she gave very small steps and walked hurriedly without talking to anyone but herself. -"I gotta pee, I gotta pee..."- She was constantly repeating it and from time to time she stopped walking and lifted one leg in place, as to regain control.
Me-"It's only 200 m to my place, are you sure you're ok?"
S-"I'm about to pee myself just hurry up!"
We walked as fast as possible and finally made it home, but I live on the third floor and there's no elevator on this building.
S-"Stairs, seriously!?"
She ran up and we followed, I unlocked the door and she went straight to the bathroom. We got in and left our stuff in the living room, and suddenly we heard like a river flowing, a lot of hissing and a relaxed moan. -"Aahh finally! This is heaven"-she cried from inside the bathroom.
L-"Just hurry up sis, I also gotta pee pretty bad"
She was now dancing in one place while she waited for her sister to finish.
S got out, L entered and also peed a lot. They both barely made it, and I thought it was not a bad start... I like to think they arrived with a small wet patch in their panties -at least S definitely would have lost some drops at the last moments- but I guess I'll never know.
"I'd love to be able to see them this desperate again" -were my thoughts at that moment. The destiny didn't disappoint me.
To be continued :) |
Chapter 2 - Holding challenge
The next day we woke up around 7-8 am and had a nice breakfast, consisting of scrambled eggs, toasts with marmalade and ham, orange juice and some tea. I don't like coffee, but I offered them a cup and S took one instead of her tea.
At 9 am we left the house, and went directly to the city center to pass the day. The city is huge and there's a lot to do, so we decided to get to the beach and just walk around until we find something better to do.
On our way to the central station we passed a small shop to pick some snacks, and L found some strange bottles in the fridges. They were Fanta, but the bottle was blue and the label didn't said what was the flavor.
L-"Hey S look! This Fanta is blue!"
S-"Noo way! What's this?"
Me-"Oh it's blue Fanta. Wanna try?"
L&S-"Of course!"
Me-"Ok just wait a moment"
I picked two bottles of 600 ml each, paid them and gave one to each girl. We walked out of the store and the girls were completely focused on the drinks.
S-"Haha this is crazy! I want to take a picture"
She took a long gulp from the bottle while L took a picture. Then they switched places and finally took a picture together. They were crazed about it and kept drinking and tasting the weird stuff.
L-"It tastes like grapefruit... But with something else"
S-"Yes it's definitely grapefruit"
In ten minutes they already drank more than half bottle each, and they kept sipping from the bottle on the train until both finished.
Me-"Wow you both were really thirsty!"
S-"Hehe yes, it was good"
L-"Now what do we do?"
Me-"I think we have a lot of options. We can get inside a boat and have a ride, or we can go to the museums"
L-"Let's go to the boats! I've never been into one"
Me-"OK let's go!"
A boat trip is it then. I took them to the port and got the three tickets, and since we had some time left I went to pick a bottle of water for myself. I got a one-liter bottle since it was a particularly warm day and I was sure the girls would ask me for some water later.
The ride was pretty good, we started at 10 a.m. and they took us through the river and right to the middle of the lake. The girls were enjoying the ride and we spent around 40 minutes relaxing on board of the small boat. Around 11 a.m. we were heading back to the port, and ten minutes later we were disembarking.
By this time I was starting to look for any sign showing that the girls needed a restroom, but they were as cheerful and talkative as always.
Me-"Let's head back to the city! It's time to see the City Hall and walk a little around the main street. Maybe we can have lunch there"
S-"Sounds good!"
A short metro ride and we were there. We spent another hour walking and looking at the city and the buildings, and by that time we started to think about lunch. It was already noon, and the girls had been out for more than four hours. S had a cup of coffee, a small glass of orange juice and the 600 ml Fanta. L also had about the same amount of liquids. They surely had to be needing a pee. But they didn't mention it so I kept quiet.
We took the fastest and cheapest option, which was grabbing a sandwich to go at the central station. The girls picked their options, and then S got a diet coke and L picked up an iced tea.
Me-"Are you sure you're ok with that?" -I was looking at their drinks and at the way they were drinking them.
S-"With what?"
Me-"Nevermind"
We then sat to a bench nearby and ate our meal. Now it was getting really interesting. They were drinking a lot and neither of them said a thing about the restrooms. They looked comfortable, but I was certain something was going on.
Me-"Ok let's move on!"
L-"Sure!"
The next hour was the lucky hour. We were walking though the main street and they found a really nice clothing store, so they immediately decided to go inside. They were looking through the cute summer designs and L found a beautiful floral dress. She decided to try it out, so I stood outside the dressing rooms waiting with S.
S-"I think I gotta pee." -She said it casually, shifting her weight from one leg to the other.
Me-"We can ask for the toilets here if you want"
S-"I'm fine, it's not really urgent"
L just came out of the dresser and showed us the cute dress she was wearing. It was a soft fabric, and her body was perfect for it.
L-"Isn't it too tight in the stomach?"
S-"No no, it looks great!"
L-"Hmm I don't know, maybe it's just my bladder because I really need to wee" -she said it while pressing the dress against her bladder, and it really looked full.
S-"Oh you too? I gotta go as well"
L-"Let's just get out of here, we will look for a toilet in the city".
We walked outside the store. They were walking normally, but now I knew they were both needing to pee. After all that liquid it was obvious they would reach that point.
Me-"Are you sure you are ok? You barely made it yesterday to my place"
S-"Oh don't worry, we're used to it"
Me-"Used to what?
S-"To hold it in."
Me-"How is that so?"
L-"The thing is, we never used the toilets at school. The teachers were super strict and wouldn't let us anyways. And the bathrooms are a mess. So we're really used to be full."
S-"I used to hold it for hours every day... and some days I'd have to wait until home."
L-"Haha I remember. You always ran to the toilet as soon as we open the door."
S-"But you did it as well!"
L-"Yes but I can hold way much longer than you..."
S-"Really? Because that's not how I remember it. You always begged me to let you go first."
L-"Haha that's not true, you were fidgeting as soon as we got on the school bus and couldn't even stay still..."
S-"That's nonsense. You know what? I'll prove my point. I won't use a toilet today unless you go first. I'm sure I can hold it longer."
L-"So be it! I won't go first. You'll regret it, I will last longer and you'll be squirming as always, begging me to let you go."
S-"Let's see."
L-"Let's see."
I was speechless. They were starting a holding challenge by mutual agreement, and considering they were both physically identical, I supposed they would be bursting at about the same time. They surely needed to pee quite bad already, but now their own sister pride wouldn't let them lose against the other.
We were now walking through the smaller streets of the city, but it was getting late and we decided to return to the central station. It was around 3:30 p.m. and I knew they both would like to be near home because their bladders were getting full. It was just a matter of time.
As soon as we got to the central station, I told them that I'd like to use the restrooms myself. They looked to each other and said they were fine. I used the loo and came back, and found them trying to pretend like nothing was really happening.
Me-"Are you sure you don't want to pee now?"
S-"I said I'm fine. Is L who is in trouble."
L-"Haha you'd wish. I can hold it for hours."
Me-"Ok. Then let's go. What do you want to do?"
L-"It's already 4:15 p.m., I'm a little bit tired. Maybe we can find a place to rest and talk for a while"
Me-"I know a small cafeteria that's really nice"
S-"Sounds nice, let's go!"
We walked to the place, but the girls were now walking with smaller steps and weren't as talkative as always. They were getting close to the limit. But none of them wanted to lose.
As soon as we got to the place, they looked for a table and sat down with the legs closed. S had her hands on her thighs and L was nervously bouncing in her seat.
Me-"I'll get a small capuccino. Would you like something?"
S-"I'll take one too." -she was looking directly at L, as to challenge her to keep up with her.
L-"One for me too!"
They started drinking very carefully from their coffee, and they knew they'd regret it. By the time we finished it was already past five. It was about that time when S started to break.
S-"Umm do you think we can get back home soon? I'm a bit tired"
Me-"It's a good idea, let's go back"
We went to the platform and got our train, and now they were completely quiet, looking at each other and trying to avoid looking desperate.
S-"You surely need to pee by now L, do you?"
L-"Of course I do. We've been drinking all day, I really need the loo. But you must be full too, aren't you?
S-"Yes I do, I'm really full too. But I'm still convinced I can hold it longer."
L-"I don't think so."
They were starting to squirm and really looked about to explode. After all, they had two soft drinks, two cups of coffee and some juice, and now all that liquid was in their bladders, so they were really having to restrain themselves and act like nothing happened.
We got out of the train and hurriedly walked to my home. As soon as I opened the door, both girls rushed in and went to sit down at the couch in the living room. They stopped trying to look casual and finally talked frankly about it. Both had a hand between their legs and they were both squirming a lot and trying to hold it in.
L-"Desperate now sis?"
S-"You're desperate too!"
L-"Just go first, I'll go right after"
S-"Ohh no I won't lose"
L-"I will not go first..."
They were holding it desperately. I was sitting right in front of them and didn't said a thing. S was now sitting on her heel and L was grabbing herself like a ten-year-old. Suddenly S stood up and started walking around the house, and L did the same. They were walking, but they lifted their legs a lot, almost like marching, and kept grabbing themselves.
Ten minutes later S started to moan, and she finally resigned and ran to the toilet. Finally! The sound of her peeing in the toiled could be heard from all the house. She was literally bursting, and she peed for a long time. In that time L was grabbing herself and biting her lips, and suddenly she stopped moving.
L-"Oh no... I can't hold it any longer... I can't..."
She was about to pee herself. At that moment S came out of the bathroom and she of course ran into it. She didn't even bother to close the door, she pee full-force for almost a minute too.
After that they both changed clothes into comfortable shorts and white cotton shirts, and they left all their clothes in a laundry basket in the bathroom. I went to the toilet myself pretending to use it, and discretely looked into the basket and checked their clothes. The jeans L was wearing had a slightly wet spot right in front of her crotch. She definitely was leaking a lot and had peed while she was waiting for her sister to finish. Her panties were completely soaked. As for S, her panties had also a wet spot but not as big as the other. And also her jeans were dry. For me it was clear, L had a smaller bladder and she almost lost it there.
It was a really interesting day. The girls had a real holding contest, and later when I asked, they said it was usual for them.
S-"We will tell you a secret."
L-"We saw the way you looked at us. And you seemed to enjoy a lot watching us getting full and needing to pee a lot."
S-"The thing is, we have good holding skills and in fact we like to compete and hold it like this, from time to time"
L-"And, since you're kinda hot and we like you, maybe we can let you judge and keep the score for our little contests."
S-"So what do you think? You're in?"
L-"Come on, we know you like it"
To be sincere, I had no idea what to reply for some seconds. Then evidently I replied.
Me-"Of course I'll help!"
And that's how the visit from these hot, twin sisters got a lot more interesting. From that day on, it was just normal to keep them holding and away from the toilets, and they'd gladly drink and keep it in just for the fun of it.
It was going to be a really interesting month.
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I hope you enjoyed the second chapter. Feel free to add comments and ideas for new chapters! I'm planning to take the girls to a pub for some beer and maybe a Bladder Burst event (those where there's free beer until someone pees) but I think there are a lot of interesting scenarios
Also tell me how can I improve the stories, I'd love to write better fics ;)
Cheers! |
REPOST from a story I published on Literotica (no sex, all clean...just a mention of a love scene)
Her name was Lily. There was a day when she had to use the bathroom and tinkle worse than anyone else ever, and tried very hard to find a proper place to go. The question (and story) is did she make it, or have an accident?Lily awoke that morning and had gotten up out of bed to start her day. She picked up a copy of her Morning To-Do List. It had several things on it which included to brush her teeth, use the toilet, shower, eat breakfast, and make sure her backpack was filled for her college classes that day. She was 21, a college student with big boobs, medium hips and legs, and soft brown hair. She went downstairs to get breakfast and placed her list on the counter. Her brother was there and was about to go grab the last bagel, but Lily saw him coming and grabbed it first. She bit into it and smiled."Sorry dude," Lily said. "You lose."Her brother Brad had a red face from his anger."You'll pay for that!" he said."Yeah, yeah," she laughed.Brad saw her list on the counter. He knew how strict she was about every detail of it and made a change. He crossed off "having breakfast," and "use the toilet." Lily had her eyes on the newspaper on the table.After her shower, Lily saw she just had to make sure she was ready to go to school. The twenty-one-year-old thought to herself, Hmm, I don't remember using the toilet. My bladder still feels like it had a night without taking a pee. However, she realized her list was never wrong, so she did not use the toilet and left in her car.Lily had on tight, short shorts that were black and made for the gym. She wore a muscle top that was pink, with black poke-a-dots, and black flip flops. The sun shined in the summer morning as she drank from her water bottle. She got to school and walked up to the main building. She went to a small college. Her bladder had a hard pinch, it made her knees twitch inward. She felt the urgent need to urinate, and she knew it was at the point of needing to find a bathroom fast."Wow, dang!" Lily said to herself. "I have to PEE! So, bad!" She ran inside and went straight to the women's restroom. Little did she know that inside Professor Patter and the janitor lady from Mexico had locked themselves inside and were making sweet, sweet, foreign love. Lily grabbed the handle and pulled. She pulled again harder, then knocked. "Hey! Can you please hurry up; I NEED to get in there?" No response (voices anyways). Lily walked away as her need became more desperate. Her legs walked towards the center, and her hips went back and forth. A worried expression appeared on her face. She almost lost in when her friend Abby pulled her on the arm out of nowhere."What the?" Lily said.Abby said, "Hey Lily. We have the assembly to get to, so come on.""I really have to find a bathroom first Abby. I don't know what happened, but I might have checked off the wrong spot on my list this morning. I have to go!"Abby said, "Lily, you're twenty-one, a fully-grown woman. You can hold it. Come on!" She pulled Lily towards the auditorium and Lily knew she might be in bigger trouble than she anticipated. Lily sat in the seat the next hour surrounded by others in the auditorium. Her arms were crossed across her stomach. One hand was up to her mouth as she bit her nails. Her body flinched up and down, with her legs spread wide open. "I feel like I'm going to give birth," she mumbled to herself. Her stomach felt like a huge pressure was about to burst out through the skin. She got up and was pulled back down by Abby. She was told to wait until the end. After the assembly, Lily ran out through the doors fast. She sprinted down the hall to the next bathroom. "Damn!" she yelled. A line of desperate girls was stretched out of it. Lily stumbled from foot to foot as if she would fall over. Her eyes filled with water. Just then, she felt the leak from her crotch. She grabbed herself down there and decided she had to leave early. The two ladies room were inaccessible and she had to GO!She went out to her car and saw it being towed. She had parked in front of the hydrant...again. She ran as fast as she could in flip flops, having stopped several times to grab her crotch again and stop the leaking. She got to the town diner and ran inside.She made it to the back where the bathrooms were. Both rooms were one toilet bathrooms. Only one person at a time could use them. Both were occupied. Lily danced up and down with her hands between her legs. She bit her bottom lip. Lily had reached her limit; her bladder was exploding with a lake off urine inside of her. She had not wet her pants since she was two. TWO. Almost twenty years later, she could not let it happen. She would not have an accident. She twisted her legs across each other and was standing on her toes. She crouched down while her hands were on her crotch. Sweat beat off her head. Tears bled from her eyes. Then, it got worse.Joey, her crush from math class who had asked her for coffee yesterday was here. He walked up to her."Lily, hey," Joey said, through his muscular face. "Are you ok?"Lily shook. "I...I...I got...gotta." She had to go so bad she could barely see. But the sound of Joey's sexy Texas voice, made her "more wet" in that area. Her being horny did not help the situation. "J...Joey. Pl...Please..."Joey looked confused. The women's room opened. Excitement went through Lily. But an old lady walked up looking desperate.She begged. "Dear, I'm sorry but may I please go in. I can't wait at my age."Lily was about to reject her as it felt like a bowling ball was coming out of her belly. She could feel the liquid breaking through her floodgate. Lily tried to speak, "I'm sor...sorry. But-.""Of course miss, go ahead," Joey said. The old lady rushed in and shut the door, locked. Lily's jaw dropped. She squealed and could hear the emergency alarm in her bladder. RED ALERT. RED ALERT. Joey asked, "Lily, you-."But then she saw the men's room door open and turned around. There was a person in a black hoodie and clown mask. He roared and made Lily jump. The roar got the attention of the whole diner who looked back and saw the three people. Lily screeched from the shock.Then, Lily screamed, "Oh no..." She grabbed her crotch, but too late. "NO PLEASE! THERE'S STILL TIME! PLEASE NO, NOOOOOO!" Her floodgates opened and pee poured out of her like a waterfall. It streamed down her legs and all over the floor so much, a puddle half an inch deep filled the diner. People laughed, screamed, left, and as it poured Lily ran out crying. She had an accident, and her favorite spot in town found it. The guy in the black hood and mask pulled it off; it was Brad, smiling.The end. |
This is just a first rough draft right now, which is why it's missing a lot of description and jumping around from scene to scene without much detail. I just thought of this fantasy yesterday and hurried to get it all written down in time before I forgot any of it. It's absolutely the hottest scenario I could imagine - the first man alive feeling his bladder fill up, not knowing what it is, and then exploding with piss and not understanding what's happening to him but feeling incredible relief. Since it's biblical/fantastical and all, I like to imagine that their pees go on for about 10 minutes, and they hurt a LOT more to hold in, but feel unimaginably better to let out. The rest of the story would detail Adam & Eve trying to figure out ways to contain all of their pee and control their bladders. They pee into animal furs, create prototype toilets, and will accidentally gush with a full bladdered piss at random times not realizing that they needed to go so badly.
The next scenario I thought of is then this Adam getting transported into the body of a modern day college student, still having no idea why he pees or understanding the phenomena, and not being sure if humans in this strange new world pee too or how they do it. The first idea I came up with is him having a close call but his roommate realizes his predicament and leads him to a toilet. Another scenario I'm thinking about is Adam & Eve having a guest over (I'm honestly thinking of having it be an alien.... yes I know, can this story get any weirder?) I'm thinking that this guest does not urinate themselves so Adam and Eve are really embarrassed when they have to go, and they drink a lot of wine with the guest and are so desperate. As soon as the guest leaves, both of them in agony, they uncontrollably pee together for a long time.
So here I will include the details I've written out so far... not a detailed story yet, but let me know if you're interested in a full draft with several chapters/installments. And let me know if you have other ideas. I'm not really into wetting or intentional holding but I love intense desperation, especially where the person is shy or embarrassed to communicate their need, and an explosive release that comes out gushing and lasts a long time. Also love people talking about how bad they need it or how good they feel afterwards.
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Adam’s lower pelvis had an odd feeling to it when he woke up the next day. An uncomfortable feeling inches above his dick. He decided to ignore it, as he must have just slept in an odd position. But he couldn’t help but fidget a bit as he started to feel more and more restless as the day went on. He thought about telling Eve, but he didn’t want to worry her, and he was embarrassed by his strange predicament. They spent the day doing blahblahblah, and the feeling become more and more noticeable. A dull, uncomfortable ache that started to spread down to the base of his penis. He squeezed his dick and relieved some of the pressure, but it wouldn’t go away. He decided to relax with Eve to take his mind off of this building problem. They lay down together under a tree and he noticed as he got down that his pelvic region became way more uncomfortable. He felt so much pressure down there he was squirming. Eve also ended up elbowing him there and he winced in pain. Finally, he had to tell her what the matter was. “I’ve felt this strange and uncomfortable feeling right here. It’s gotten worse and worse as the day’s gone on and now it’s starting to really hurt. It’s hurting in my penis too.”
“Maybe we should take a walk.” As they walked, Adam stopped in his tracks. “Eve, something’s really really wrong. My dick feels like it’s going to pop open. I can’t walk anymore. I’m in so much pain.” He hunched over and a thick stream of clear liquid immediately came gushing from his cock. They both gasped in shock, and Adam fell to his knees as gallons of it poured out of his dick at lightning speed. “Adam, what’s happening? I’m scared.” “I don’t know… but it feels really good. I think this is why I was in so much pain, I was holding this liquid inside of me and I never let it out.” He panted and sighed as an unbelievable volume of pure piss exploded out of him. Tears fell down his cheeks as each torrent of piss relieved his aching bladder more and more. He peed an ocean out for at least ten minutes before collapsing by the large puddle he just created.
Eve seemed nervous yet curious about this strange experience. “You feel better now?” “Yeah. I really thought my body would explode. I’m glad all that’s finally out of me. You can see why I was really hurting.”
The next night, Adam saw Eve squirming in her sleep. She moaned as she pressed her hands against her pussy. She woke up with a shock and shook Adam awake. “Adam! I think I need to do the thing you did yesterday. I think there’s water inside of me. A lot of it.” “Let’s go take a walk.” She walked with her hand between her legs. “Is it really hurting you?” “Yeah. It’s a strange sensation. I don’t think I can hold it inside much longer. It’s all burning inside of me.” Adam held her hand and walked her over to a patch of dirt, which he smoothed out with his hand and dug a little hole in to hold the water that was about to fall out of her. She ran over to it and pushed her butt out over the hole, and a waterfall shot out of her pussy. She had an orgasmic look on her face as the pee hissed out and came in waves, like buckets. “Oh Adam, this release feels so good. I’ve never known such pleasure could exist.”
“You know what, Eve? Watching you do that is making me feel like I need to go again too. I feel like I’m holding onto a lot of liquid in my penis, but not so much that it hurts. It would really feel good to get this out of me before we go back to sleep.” He walked over to the hole he dug for her and pressed on his pelvis where he felt the fluid stored. A clear stream shot out for a minute or two and he once again felt the tremendous release of uncomfortable liquids stored up in his body. “I really feel a lot better now. Let’s go back to sleep.”
They began to discover more and more when they absolutely needed to let out some liquid and then they could wait. They became more used to the sensation, but sometimes they would be busy doing something and it would accidentally started streaming out of them without their control. Adam tried peeing into animal furs, but they would usually get soaked through really fast. He mostly tried peeing into holes or even empty shells. But he also felt embarrassed by this strange occurrence and tried not to pee out in the open.
Adam got switched into a modern man’s body.
After drinking a lot of water, Adam was starting to feel the first stings of the fluid desperately trying to leave his body. He was so terrified of this strange new world and embarrassed to ask any questions about where he could relieve himself. He wasn’t sure if these people experienced the same thing he did. He walked with one of his roommates to class, not letting on that he was holding an insane amount of liquid inside of him. Huge hurricane torrents of pee tried to push their way out of his penis but he fought hard to keep it all inside. What would people think if wetness just appeared on his…. pants? “Hey man, you need to go to the bathroom or something?” “Uh, the bathroom?” “Yeah, you just look like you really gotta go. You’re all fidgety and stuff.” “What do you mean?” “Just like you gotta piss really bad, man. Like your pipe’s about to burst.” He figured there’s a good chance that a piss is exactly what he needed. “Yeah uh actually I really, really need that. I’m extremely uncomfortable. I’m just not really sure where to go.” “Ah man, why didn’t you say something sooner? There’s a bathroom in that building.”
Adam was excited at the prospect of letting out the gallons of piss waiting to be released. He needed to get this burning liquid out of him as fast as possible. He stopped on the way there and keeled over, grabbing his crotch. He was in complete agony over how much pee he was holding onto. “Oh man, why did you wait so long to go? Don’t piss yourself, man.” He walked up to the urinal and knew he needed to get his pants down fast. As soon as he did, he moaned with the release of what he had been holding onto for days. He peed and peed and tears fell down his face as his penis urgently exploded its contents into the urinal. The volume inside of him was incredible, he couldn’t believe he had managed to hold onto all of this without losing control. His roommate stared in disbelief.
“Man, you really shouldn’t hold onto your piss like that. You must have been in so much pain. I bet you feel way better now though, huh?”
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'That'll be twelve-fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?'
The man shakes his head and hands be the cash, a ten and a five. I hit the button on the till and put in the notes, pull out the change, and hand it over
'Thank you, have a nice day' I smile at him. He's already walking away as I say it.
It's no fun sat behind this till. I've only been here an hour and I'm bored out my mind. The chair's uncomfortable, the work is menial, and it smells like someone's spilt milk about a week ago and no-one's cleaned it up. But still, college won't pay for itself, so here I am, wasting my weekends away telling people about the special offer on any 'Diego' brand products. Buy one, get a free frying pan, *woohoo*. It isn't even a good frying pan - It's some soft, cheap metal that scratches is if you look at it too harshly. Still have to try and hand them out.
I sigh and lean back in my chair. I lift up my hand and glance at my watch. 6:15 AM. Sunday morning. I hate mornings. Who in their right mind is up before ten? Mad people, that's who. At least with a morning shift I get to go home at 1. Maybe then I could make up for lost sleep.
Leaning back, I puff out my cheeks and spin around on the chair. I'm the only one in at this time. Well, the manager's in, but she's always in. I don't think I've ever come in to this place and not seen her doing something. I'm not sure she even sleeps. Here she comes now, walking down the food aisle like she's got something to do
'Morning Katie' she sings to me cheerfully. Something must be up, she's not usually this happy
'Morning, Margret' I reply.
'Come now, liven up!' she trills. 'Big day today! It's our two-for-one offer on all Cola, so be ready for a busy day of work'
'It's sunday' I remind her. Her face drops and her mood darkens
'Look here Katie, If you don- *Ahem*'
She clears her throat, takes in a breath and restores her cheery attitude
'Oh, Katie!' she sings. 'We must always be ready for anything, here at LowCost!'
I've never seen her do this before.
'Are we being inspected?' I ask drily
She looks around quickly. No one here, of course. She turns back to me
'Yes. As it happens, we are.' she snarls. 'And you better make us look good so we can be the branch they film the next advert in, they're auditioning today, and if you ruin things with your 'couldn't-care-less' attitude, I'll-'
'Margret Ginger to the office pleeeaase, that's Margret Ginger to the main office pleeeeaaaaase'
Margret glares at me, cut off by the overhead speaker.
'Best. Behaviour.' She hisses, before she brushes herself off, and skips daintily away like butter wouldn't melt. Well, it wouldn't if someone fixed the dairy-fridge.
So today is the day the adverts are filmed. They'll film ads in a bunch of branches, and then air the best ones. This branch hasn't been in the advert for so long as I can remember, but Margret, with her delusions of grandeur, insists that we win it this time, and in her effort to win, she's hand-picked the staff that will be in today based on how attractive they are. Honestly I'd be a little flattered if most of the other staff here didn't look like they'd come from a middle-school portrait club. If it were any other store I probably wouldn't be in for this sort of thing, I'm not exactly a model or anything.
Don't get me wrong though, I'm not ugly or anything. I'm just unkempt. I've got blonde hair that reaches to my shoulders. Wavy and messy because brushing is something for people that don't have an essay due in every other day to do. Permanent bags under my blue eyes because sleep is for people who aren't three weeks behind on that one history paper. Un-ironed white shirt (I don't even know if I've got an ironing board), creased grey skirt that ends halfway up my thighs. I don't think I own a pair of tights that aren't laddered somewhere, and today's pair have a hole about 6 inches long up my inner-left thigh. Cheap white trainers. And a neat red tie and a name badge complete my ensemble. I don't think a day's gone by without Margret having a go at me for some part of my uniform. Today she gave me a hairbrush before we begun, so my hair is particularly neat (It doesn't stick out quite so much as usual)
While I'm sat here killing time, might as well tell you about myself. I'm 5 foot something, fairly light for my age, and I'm studying modern history at university. I'm living in the university dorm (one bedroom, one bathroom and a communal kitchen for about 9 others). I'm single, I enjoy long walks on short piers, I don't like mornings, I don't like Margret, I don't like working at this sh- Oh hang on, another customer.
The man dumps his shopping on the belt which brings it toward me. Just the usual groceries, milk, eggs, some sausages, and two bottles of cola. I swipe them over the scanner and put them to one side
'That's eight fifty' I tell him, trying to hold back a yawn. Would you like a bag?'
'Please'
I pull a bag from under the desk and hand it to him. He puts he stuff in, struggling with the sodas. Noticing how the liquid slops about though, it makes me think I ought to use the toilet soon. I can't go yet though, Margret might punch me if I left the tills empty. Even if the shop is empty. We've probably had most of our customers already. As the man walks out, receipt falling out of his bag as a breeze catches it, I can't help but think that I should have bought some of my coursework with me. Might take my mind off the boredom and my slowly filling bladder. Really starting to regret pulling an all-night study session, I feel like death, and I've put nothing into my body but coffee for the past twelve hours. It hasn't woke me up though - I feel like I'm vibrating but at the same time about to fall asleep. I'm sure that's not healthy.
I yawn and lean back again, kicking my shoes off under the desk. I know the shoes are part of the uniform, but it's not like anyone can see them. And even if they could, the 'no shirt no shoes' rule only applies to customers. I straighten out my body and stretch, arms over my head.
'Yaaawwwh..'
I glance at my watch. Six twenty. It's going to be a long day...
Two hours later and no-one's come in. I've been sat in this chair, trying not to fall asleep, when I could have been finishing off work, revising, sleeping, anything that wasn't sitting in this damn chair. Still haven't gone to the toilet. Turns out the other two folks who were meant to come in today are both off. So I'm the only one working the tills until the afternoon shift starts.
Ugh.
I look at my watch again. Still 8:15. I slouch over in my chair and slam into the till, head resting in my folded arms.
'KATE!' Margret screams from the other end of the store. I drag myself up while she thunders over.
'Katie, I swear to-' she stops shouting 'Katie, we're going to win this advertising deal okay? Because, if we do, I get a raise. That means if you make us lose, you're taking money away from me. So tha-
*dong*
The door's slide open and about six men come in, with cameras, a boom mic, and a clipboard.
'Oh Hello~~!' Margret warbles. 'So good that you're here! We've been expecting you!'
Guess this is it. My Television debut. Margret eagerly starts helping the crew bring in their equipment, while some of the men walk around looking at things. One of them heads over to me, I guess my unkempt everything is already ruining Margret's dream of being in an advert
He walks over and stares at my breasts, without even a lick of shame. In fact he looks sort of confused, what is he- Oh. He's looking at my name badge, which is upside down. I take it out, turn it around and put it back on. I look up and grin at him. He doesn't respond.
I lean back in my chair and sigh again. With this lot here now I have to pretend I want to be here. I sit up, straighten my tie and try to smile.
Sod that, they don't even have the camera's set up yet. Dropping my facade and leaning back, I try to ignore everything and just hope that time passes by without me noticing. Not likely though, my bladder is aching enough now that I can't ignore it. It's keeping me aware. Margret doesn't let us use the toilet most days, so today she'll be doing everything she can to have me stuck in this chair and looking my best.
It takes the team half an hour to set up, then another half hour to discuss the scripts with us. I don't know why we bother, I look like I've been dragged around, with my torn tights, creased shirt and messy hair. The stylist says I have a sort of 'shabby-chic' look. I say he has a 'I-don't-know-what-I'm-talking-about' look. Me and Margret are given scripts each, with awful cheesy lines like 'Here in the dairy, we have Moo-velous deals on skimmed milk!'. I can't think of too much that I'd rather be doing less, but I'm the only one on the floor today, So I kind of have to. Me and Margret take turns on the till to make sure it's never empty. I think some of the customers have spent more time looking around just to avoid being served by her. Anyway, my shift now, which means I get a fifteen minute break from filming.
I was right about customers avoiding Margret. When I sat down about three people came over immediately. All of them bought colas, two-for-one offers really are effective. Cola swilling about in a bottle is also pretty effective and making me realise just how much I need the bathroom. How long has it been since I last went, anyway? Let's think....I was studying last night at around six, had a short break playing Dark Souls until ten, had a coffee, studied until 11, had another Dark Souls break until three, went to the toilet, had a shower, had more coffee, got dressed, proof read my essay on Verdun, had another coffee, got my coat and left at five...
That might explain why I feel like a nuke about to go off. I'd better ask Margret if I can go, it's worth a shot...
No. A violent no. I thought she would bite my head off. She didn't scream or shout, but when I asked her she gave me a look like a punch to the head. If looks could kill I'd be obliterated. So I have to wait until the next break. Her exact words were 'N-not now Katie (she stammered holding back her anger, I could tell), the film crew won't be here much longer, just sit down and do your job'. She tried to make it sound sweet and friendly in front of the camera crew, but I'm sure they didn't buy her act.
No more customers have come in since the last three, which means I'm free to wriggle about behind my desk a little without looking silly. At least so long as the camera doesn't pan over to me. What an advert that would make - the camera pans round, catching all the sales and offers, then poor little me rocking back and forth in the background, red in the face and hands in my crotch. If Margret doesn't let me go soon, I'm sure that's what the ad will be. The tagline could be 'desperate offers!'. or 'Urine luck when you come to LowCost supermarkets!'. 'You won't Pee-lieve our low low prices!'
You know, I'm not sure Margret is legally allowed to stop me using the toilet. But I'm also not certain she won't explode if I mention that. I'm not certain I won't explode if I don't go soon though.
I'm at that point where I can't think of other things. My bladder is the main thing on my mind, but the time is a close second. I glance around my desk. I've got a half empty water bottle here. Perhaps I could sneak this under the table.... I take in hand and begin moving it down. I glance around just to make sure that-. Oh good. Margrets coming over now, abort mission. I put the bottle back quickly.
'Right, get a shot of me and Katie here' Margret says to them. 'I'll put my hand round her shoulders and say something about how nice the staff all are'
I stare pleadingly at the man behind the camera. He doesn't seem to notice.
'I- could I please-' I begin, before Margret jabs me in the forearm
'Shut up and smile with me'
She wraps one arm around my shoulder, her touch making me wince, but I force a cheesey grin. Then she notices my hands, pressed between my legs.
'Katie, make it look like you're scanning something' She says, glancing around for something. She picks up a cola bottle, one of the big ones. 'Hold this over the scanner'
'But Margret, I'
'DO IT' she hisses. I hold it up with both hands, forcing a grin while I do. Without my hands my bladder begins to scream. Nothing holding back now but sheer muscle. I'm trying so hard to hold it in, but it hurts so much! Hurry up and film the scene! Come on, I don't have forever!
'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly and here to help!' Margret sings in my ear, grinning like a Barbie doll. I force my own smile as best I can, while trying to stop a torrent of liquid coming out of me. Holding the bottle doesn't help. I don't think I can go on much longer....
'No no' the camera man says. 'Katie, darling, you need to smile naturally, you look crazed with that grin'
'Sorry, I just really need to'
'Katie...' Margret cuts in. 'Smile. Nicely.'
I try to pull a less forced smile, and they begin filming again.
'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly and here to help!'
I can feel sweat on my forehead as I try to hold back
'Just ask our lovely Katie here!' she grins. The camera zooms on me. I can see my face in one of the screens the men hold, showing what I look like. I'm blushing and grinning like I murdered someone and got away with it, and my forehead looks completely damp. My underwear feels like it might be just as damp soon.
'I, uhh'
'KATIE.' Margret shouts. 'I gave you the lines' she hisses. Read them again.
I put the bottle down and grab my crotch with one hand while I take the script in the other. My hand hits just in time - I feel a single drop hit my underwear, cooling quickly. Not enough to show, I hope. I read through the script. 'We'll tell you about our great offers when you reach the till'.
'Okay, scene, 1, 2, - '
I wipe my forehead and pick up the bottle with both hands. I almost lose control as I lift it over the scanner. I can feel pressure mounting.
'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly, and here to help!'
My bladder feels ready to explode. I won't make it....
'We'll tell y-you about our great offers when you reach the toilet' I say
'Katie.' Margret sighs. 'If you screw this up again...'
'S-sorry'. I mumble. The bottle feels really heavy in my hands now. Three litres of cheap cola, swilling side to side. I need to choose between holding the bottle or wetting my uniform. It's a tough decision, but I'm going to hold the bottle up a little longer.
I can feel my bladder getting angry at that decision. I hold it in the air and Margret starts talking again. I can't hear what she's saying anymore, the only thing on my mind is the ocean I'm holding back. All the while I'm grinning for the camera and trying to look natural.
'...here to help' Margret finishes.
Okay, my line now
'I need a wee'
Margret's hand turns into a vice. I can't see her face, but I can feel her glaring at me, her eyes cutting through me like knives. She has a grip like nothing I've felt before. if only my bladder was the same.
Margret starts yelling, but I can't focus on what Margret is shouting at me right now, but I can tell she's lost it, the camera man looks quite scared. My bladder is the only thing on my mind right now. I'm still forcing a grin. My bladder is getting closer and closer to breaking point.
'Once more' Margret sighs. I lift the bottle again.
'Here at LowCost, our staff are'
*PSSSSHHHHHH*
Oh god! I've gone and done it now! I'm wetting myself! I can feel it spraying on my face and - my face? I open my eyes and look at the spray, it's coming from the bottle. It's burst, and cheap cola is spurting everywhere! I toss it over the end of the till, letting it spray cola over the entire till as it flies. It bursts on the floor when it hits. I can't help but feel like it's some sort of warning. Hands free, I clamp them back down on my screaming bladder.
Margret looks like she's about to catch fire. The camera crew notice this.
'M-maybe we could film it on the next till down?'
If Margret does catch fire, I could probably put her out. She better hurry up though because otherwise it'll be too late.
She forces herself to calm down, breathing like an angry bull as she does.
'Yes. That's a good idea. Come on.'
The crew head over, and so does Margret. I stand up from my chair. Standing up feels like something is pushing against my bladder from the outside. Still, I have to hold on. I try and get a glance at the back of my skirt, check for any damage. I don't have a giraffe neck however, so I can only guess that I look fine. I run my hands over my ass to be sure. Taking my hands off is a mistake however, and I watch a drip fall from between my legs. I slam my legs together immediately and dash to the next till. I almost throw myself at the chair.
Margret hands me a new bottle - one of the new 'supreme' bottles. Five litres of cheap soda. Five litres of agony.
'Hold this'
I'm almost scared to touch it, just in case it's very touch will make me burst like a water main. I breath in, brace myself, and lift it.
My bladder isn't a fan of this action.
I have to hold it over the scanner like I'm scanning it. Which means holding it at an awkward angle at arms length. Usually I'd just drag something like this over the scanner and hope it gets picked up by the barcode-reader, but that doesn't look good on camera. So instead, I put my bladder muscles to the absolute test. It screams at me the second I lift the bottle
'Here at LowCost...' Margret begins
I feel a drop escape.
'...Our staff are friendly...'
Another drop, and another
'...And here to help' She finishes.
Drip, then drip, then drip.
Time for my line through my forced drip - I mean smile.
'We'll tell you...'
no just drips now, but a very slow trickle
'...about our great offers...'
My muscles begin to fail
'...when you reach the till!'
I can feel a puddle forming
'Great, cut!' the camera man says. I drop the bottle and slam my hands between my legs so hard I almost knock myself over.
'C-c-can I go to the-'
'YES KATIE, GO' Margret yells. I scramble from my chair. As I stand I can see the mess I've left, an orange sized puddle sits on the black leather.
At least that's all that I'll lose. I make a dash for the bathroom, as quick as I can, my feet pummelling the floor and then slipping the in soda
No! Not now! The camera crew look over to me as I stumble back to my feet, fighting back another wave as I do. I glance over to them - the camera's still rolling!
I don't have time to worry though, toilet toilet toilet!
Scrambling back up, I make a bolt forward.
I find myself back on my face. Wet shoes have betrayed me. I can't fight back tears as everything begins to get to me. It's like the world is trying to make me-
Drip!
Oh no, I'm really going to lose it now! I scramble up again, and make a charge forward, slipping immediately and landing on my face.
Not now! Not now! I have to get up! One leg up, now the other. I pull myself to full height, feeling my bladder lose control slightly as I do. I'm now losing a slow, steady trickle, which begins to run down my leg. I'll have to walk if I don't want to piss myself on all fours like some kid.
I go to step forward. As I move my leg my bladder loses control entirely and I lose a spurt. I bring my leg bag and stand still.
I can't move.
I mustn't move.
Because if I move, I'm going to wet myself.
I've never wet myself like this.
At work, in front of cameras.
I mustn't wet myself.
My bladder doesn't agree, and another drip falls from me and into my tights.
Here are my choices: Wet myself, have an accident, or pee in my tights.
I'll let my bladder make that choice.
I can feel the others looking at me.
I can't see them, but I can feel them.
I have to move.
I drag my leg forward, not taking it off the other. Even the pressure from that is too much and a dribble escapes and I hear a drip hit the floor.
I breath in deeply.
I step forward, big stride. My bladder loses control and I spurt through my tights.
Next step, same thing happens. I keep marching forward though, and with each step I spurt harshly.
It takes me about twenty steps to reach the staff-only door to the toilets. I look at the floor behind me to see what I've done.
Tiny puddles follow me up to the door, each one getting bigger and bigger until they reach my feet now. My bladder can't stop the flow now, and a gentle trickle is making its way down my leg and pooling by my feet. I grab the handle to the toilet and pull.
It doesn't move.
What
I pull again, spurting hard as I do. Nothing. I take hold of the door handle and pull on it. Legs apart, hands on the handle, I pull!
I pull again! I put all my effort into pulling!
And as I do so my bladder gives up. As I yank on the door I begin to pee. I Keep pulling, but my bladder keeps peeing, pushing out a gold stream into my wet tights.
I give up. It's not worth it.
I lean against the door, tearing up, and I relax my bladder. I just let go. The stream hisses as it comes out, splashing down my legs before hitting the ground and splashing back up my shins. Feet at shoulder width, the stream of piss falls freely down to the floor, splattering loudly. My tights catch and hold all they can, and a warm patch spreads around my ass, thighs, knees and shins, as pee slides down my legs and soaks into my shoes. The white trainers quickly get dyed a pale yellow as they absorb what they can, holding the pee around my soles, toes and ankles. I feel a wave of relief make its way up my back, like no relief I've ever felt before. I can't hold back a moan, as pee streaks down my legs and tears streak down my cheeks. Still leaning on the door, I begin to squat down, until my legs are folded together, and my skirt catches the flood of pee coming from my aching bladder. Pee begins to pool around my ass, before it is filtered through my skirt. At least now it doesn't splash quite so much. I close my eyes as I let my body empty itself into my tights.
While I have my accident, I remember why I had a shower at three in the morning...I hadn't made it to the toilet following my 'study break'. It felt strange back then. I felt silly, but also not too bothered, almost more relaxed than if I'd used the toilet. I did have to clean up after it though. Of course back then there wasn't a camera crew or a floor manager...
I open my eyes again and look at what I'm doing. A pale yellow puddle surrounds me, steam rising from it. As I finish having my little accident, the store falls silent, and I realise the only sound before had been the dripping of the contents of my bladder.
I stand up again, centred in my puddle. I'm almost proud of how large it is, but I'm also almost about to burst into tears. I take in a deep breath
I stand outside the puddle, shaking one leg off at a time, flicking a few drips back into it. I wipe my hands on my skirt, leaving palm prints on either side.
I let out another sigh, this time of relief. It felt so much better to not be carrying that around with me. I stand up and turn around, ready to head back -
The camera crew are stood right behind me. They filmed the whole thing. Margret is with them. What do I do? What can I say?
'Uhh, you w-won't Pee-lieve our low low prices'
After mopping up the mess, Margret came up to me and told me not to come in the next day. She hadn't fired me, she just felt bad about making me wet myself like that. Also I think she was worried that I might have filed a lawsuit or something. She also gave me some free stock as an apology, including one of those five litre bottles of cola. And she paid for a taxi to take me home. The driver was a little shocked to see me and my wet tights climb in the back, and Margret was a little shocked when the drive told her she'd have to pay a clean up fee. Still, now back in my dorm I can finally finish some of my essays that are due in tomorrow.
I've got changed now, into my comfy pyjamas and that one hoodie I own that's way too big for me, and I'm sat cross legged on my computer chair with a hot cup of tea and my essay on the Great War in front of me. Gotta finish this before tomorrow. I take a sip of coffee while I skim over what I've already wrote.
That said, I might take a short Dark Souls break first... |
'That'll be twelve fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?'
The man shakes his head, handing over a twenty. I take it from him and stuff it in the till, before handing him his change.
'Thanks for shopping here, come again -' he's already out the door. 'Soon...'
The man comes here daily for a pack of cigarettes, the least he could do is say thanks, or smile. Or even just have the decency to listen to me telling him to come back soon. Some people.
I lean back in my chair, glancing around the shop, looking for customers, other staff, or Margret. Empty. Like most Sunday morning shifts. Could be worse though, it could be busy. I hate busy periods, when there are a couple thousand peop,e all trying to buy at the same time, getting angry with the long queues and then taking it out on me. Yes mrs Jenkins, I do mean you, and the next time you call me a 'good for nothing college kid' I'm going to charge you double.
Last weeks advert deal wasn't much of a success. I was so desperate in the video it looked like I was being held at gunpoint. Not the vibe the LowCost executives want to give out.
That said, parts of the day did end up on television. Remember how I'd wet myself? Well, in my desperate dash to the bathroom I'd managed to slip and fall on my face three times in a row, and the camera team managed to catch the lot. And then genius camera man decides he's going to privately upload that to one of those 'you've been filmed' shows and earn himself a little money on the side. This of course means that I've been seen wetting myself on national television.
Okay, I might be exaggerating a little - you could barely tell that I was wetting myself in the video when I was falling over, and the clip was cut before I completely went, and they'd blurred out my face. But they didn't blur it enough to stop April from recognising me.
Who's April, you ask? One of the girls in my dorm, I reply.
April came into my room (without knocking, I'd like to add, that'll teach me to lock my door from now on) shouting that I was now a celebrity, before turning my TV over to the channel it was being showed on, just in time to see me fall on my face. She burst out laughing. I blushed like an embarrassed cherry.
No one else has recognised me yet though.
Today's shift ends at 12. Which is an hour or earlier than usual. This is because they've decided to do some building work. What are they building? Who knows. I've asked Margret but she didn't know. She said she just knew that if I didn't go back to the till she'd throw me back to it.
so now I'm back at the till of my own accord. But there is one thing I know about the building works: they've had to block off access to the toilets. Which could be an issue. They have given us some of those portaloos for now, but I would rather crap myself than ever use one of those.
Round about now is when my bladder decides to put that to the test by reminding me I've been drinking coffee and nothing else for about six hours straight. Don't worry though, I've not eaten anything, so I won't actually have to poop any time soon. But I do feel like my bladder is on overdrive.
Heck, I can hold it. It's only, like, half past nine. I can hold on until twelve. Right?
Wrong. It's barely been an hour, but it feels like a week. Half past ten, the clocks all say, but I feel like they're lying to me. Like they've all decided to slow down just to annoy me. My bladder is keeping me from sitting still, so I'm jiggling back and forth in my chair. I wouldn't be so bothered but it's now the morning rush.
Most days I'd go to the toilet at ten exactly, because that's when the morning rush begins, so I go to the loo right before the first customers hit the tills, and then I don't need to worry about going for a while, long enough for the rush to die down at least. But today isn't most days, today is 'let's replace the normal toilets with plastic-shit-boxes' day. And I refuse to use one. Ever. I would rather wet myself. I might wet myself.
Hmmm, I might wet myself....
What clothes am I wearing? If it's anything dark, I could get away with peeing a little bit, waiting for it to dry, then doing it again. I've had to get through exams like that. They don't stop us using toilets in exams, but I can't waste precious minutes for something so small as bodily functions or basic hygiene. One time I started an exam desperate, and by the time I'd finished the exam my bladder was empty. Just by peeing, little bits at a time. Right, if I'm wearing dark clothes, I'll do that! So what am I wearing?
Light brown shorts.
cool.
The kind of light brown that looks soaked if you sweat in them. The kind of shorts that are short enough that I need to be careful how I sit if I don't want to show people my underwear. Not the kind of shorts I could subtly pee in. Not the kind of shorts that are forgiving. The kind of shorts that I'm only wearing because I forgot to put the washer on 'dry' last night and all my other clothes are either dirty or wet.
Margret wasn't pleased when I came in wearing them, said they weren't regulation or part of the uniform. I told her why I was in them, she told me I'm on till duty all shift, that way no one would see them. Sat on the till, people can only see my shirt, which today is the uniforms casual option, grey polo with the LowCost logo on my right breast. Casual apparently meaning 'no tie required'.
What else am I wearing? Same white trainers as last time (washed since my accident, of course), some grey thigh-highs, and my unlucky grey panties.
Unlucky? Yes, unlucky. Some people have lucky underwear, I have unlucky underwear. I don't think I've ever worn these without something going wrong. So usually I'll wear them at home when I have nothing to do, but today I'm wearing them because I forgot to dry the washing. So far today I've tripped over getting off the bus, then I dropped a carton of eggs while scanning them at the till. Could be worse, I suppose. I might really need the toilet on a busy day, that would be worse. Here comes the first customer. It's about to get worse.
First customer dumps his shopping on the belt, which drags it toward me. A large cola, a bunch of instant noodles, and a box of washing capsules. I wave them over the scanner, pressing my legs together and trying to be subtle.
'That'll be eight thirty-three, would you like a b-bag?'
'please'
I pull up a bag from somewhere around my legs and pull it to the counter. He thanks me and fills it with his stuff.
'thank you, have a n-nice day'
How many coffees are too many coffees? April says there's no such thing, but then again April basically vibrates with the amount of caffeine in her. Too much is probably when you go from 'needing the little girls room' to 'oh god I'm about to burst piss everywhere' in the space of an hour. I'm not quite there yet, but I can feel myself getting close. Another customer wanders over to the till and drops her shopping onto it. Paper towels. Bottled water, Diego brand tortilla mix. Better offer her a pan
'w-with all our Diego range we offer a free frying pan, w-would you like one?'
'no thanks' the woman answers. 'I already have about four'
's-sure you don't want another?'
She chuckles. I swipe the items over the reader. The water bottle pack of sixteen, bursts.
Ack!
The plastic snaps, and the bottles are thrown about. The lids burst off and shoot water over my shirt, the till, the customer, everything. The paper towels are ruined.
'Oh, I-I'm so sorry!' I spurt out, trying to gauge the customer as I do. She doesn't look too pleased.
'I-it's okay...' she says, but she doesn't sound like it is. She sounds quite angry. 'I'll go and pick up some more' she says, heading back into the aisles, leaving the mess for me to tidy up.
Its these damn unlucky panties, I'm telling you. I must be soaked head to foot-
if I'm already soaked I could pee and no one would know.
I get ready to relax my bladder, but first I look down to see how much I could get away with. If there's water all over my shorts, I could let it all out. If there's only a little, I can still get away with a bit. I glance down.
Dry.
My shorts are dry.
My arms, shirt, shoes, and till are all soaked. But my shorts are completely dry. This is some next level bad luck I'm getting from these panties. I'm almost disappointed that I can't wet myself.
I open the wet towels the lady left behind and start mopping up. The receipt printer, and the roll inside, are completely soaked. I take the roll out and wipe the printer down.
Printer wiped down, I take the bottles off the till and start putting them in the bin. Then I get an idea....
Peeing in a bottle would be way too loud, and peeing on some tissues would make a mess. But if I put the tissues into the bottle, I could pee silently! The tissues would mask the splattering, and the bottle could hold it all in. I'm a genius!
first I'll need an empty bottle. Most of the bottles are empty, but they're also burst open, so I couldn't use one of them. I'll have to empty one. But there's nothing I could pour one into. What should I do? I pick up a bottle. 330 ml. Not loads, but enough that you'd notice a spill. How can I empty one?
I know, I'll drink it! I'm going to pee soon anyway, might as well drink it. Then once it's empty I can stuff it with tissue and fill it again.
I unscrew the lid and put the bottle to my lips. The touch of water on my tongue is almost enough to send my bladder over the edge, but I hold it in while I drink. It feels like much more than it looks. I take the bottle away. Half empty. I sigh, staring at the water. Bottoms up. I put the bottle back to my lips and drink again
'I'm back.'
!
I didn't hear her come back, she made me jump! I squeeze the bottle a little, splashing a little water down my face. Not a lot though, I'd just about finished it.
'O-oh, sorry!' I stutter, moving to scan her things again. Same as before, except this time I don't goof up. 'That's ten forty please' I say. 'Just make that eight, actually' I decide to cut the cost as an apology, I'll pay for that myself. Besides, I'll be the one using the bottles she was going to buy first time around. Speaking of which...
I grab the bottle again, and am about to stuff it full of tissue when I notice it. The burst in the plastic, where I'd squeezed it when the lady had made me jump. I can't pee in that! Great, I'd drunk that bottle for nothing. Hmph. Now what?
There are two more bottles that didn't spill. I guess I'll have to use one of those. Right then. I pick one up. Down the hatch.
The water touching my throat is enough to make me want to pee, but i can't and I don't. But, my word I want to. I finish about half the bottle before pulling it away from my face. I look at it and burp. I can't down it without being sick, I'll have to pace my self. I screw the lid back one and rub my thighs together. Not long now. Another customer could help me pass the time.
An elderly gentleman walks to the till, slowly taking things from his basket and placing them one at a time on the belt. Butter. Bacon. Sausages. Bread. Milk. Tea bags. Sugar. Milk. Basically a full English breakfast. As they come over to me I begin to scan them.
'That's twenty three, seventy please, wil, you need a bag'
'oh, yes please....' he says. He's in no rush. 'Oh, I have one of those store cards, can I use it here?'
's-sure' I tell him. He teaches for his wallet in his back pocket, taking a moment to pull it out. He looks at if for a few seconds like he doesn't know what it is.
'ah ha, forgot my glasses!' He says to me, smiling. 'Can't read without 'em'. He fumbles around his jacket pocket before pulling out the case. All the while I'm sat here, wiggling in my chair, thighs rubbing against each other. He cordially opens the case and puts his glasses on, then holds the cards up to his face. I'm crossing my legs back and forth under the till trying to hold it in. He hands me over the store card. I swipe it through the reader.
'card not recognised'
what do you mean, card not recognised. It's a LowCost card, why isn't it recognised? I swipe it again.
'Card not recognised.'
I take a moment to force my bladder to not lose the fight, then swipe the card a third time. It works this time, and the computer begins to make noises.
'I could never work these dang things out!' The man chuckles. 'Can drive a tank, but I can't send an email!'
A conversation might help me hold, might take my mind off my bladder.
'w-when did you drive t-tanks?' I ask him
'ohh, I drove 'em back in the Cold War, back when Germany was split in two. I was there at check point charlie the day there was that standoff! In fact I'm doing a talk on it at a university this week'
'o-oh really? Which one?'
'you know the one up by the station? Three towers university?'
'oh r-really? I go there!'
the machine bleeps a couple times, telling me it's accepted his card. It tells me I can discount him for two pounds.
'That's, uh, twenty one seventy' I tell him. He hands it over and picks up his bags. 'I look forward to seeing your talk!' I tell him, he smiles and thanks me.
I really do look forward to that talk. However, the talk isn't the most important thing right now, my bladder is. Well, it's up there, along with global affairs and politics. I pick up the half finished bottle and drink, one hand between my legs to hold my bladder back.
I can feel a tiny dribble escape as I finish the bottle, this time I put it down without crushing it. Two bottles of water on top of my already aching bladder do not help. I might have made it dry to twelve without them, though I'd be bobbing up and down and grunting out of desperation. Now I won't make it to twelve, that's for certain. I'd be lucky to reach ten thirty without wetting my shorts. I check the time - ten fifteen. I stand by what I said.
I begin stuffing the bottle with tissue, quickly but carefully. If i stuff it half way, I might be able to pull this off. Any less than half and it would be too noisy. Any more than half and there's me too much tissue to hold all my pee. Stuffed to half way, I bring the bottle below the till, and I lose another dribble in anticipation. I'm about to position the bottle when another customer comes over.
I recognise the customer from university. A total stoner, doing a course in philosophy. Make of that what you will. He takes his shopping from his basket, and I leave the bottle resting on my thighs. I might burst at any moment. His shopping is almost entirely Diego brand nachos and instant noodles.
'W-with every Diego p-product, we offer a free toilet- frying pan! We offer a f-frying pan!'
'oh dude, you serious? Free frying pan?' He seems amazed by this. 'Aw, man, I just bought a pan earlier for like a tenner, dude, bummer...'
There are cartoony stereotypes, then there's this guy.
'thats, uh, n-nine forty' I tell him, trying not to rock back and forth while my bladder tries to explode.
He fumbles around for the change, handing it to me. No coin larger than a fifty pence, I have to count them out carefully. Focusing on the coins is pure agony for my bladder, and I begin dribbling. Coins in hand, I'm moaning and blushing while I try not to wet myself and count the change. By the time I reach the number needed, I can feel a puddle between my thighs. So much for staying dry. I hand him his change.
't-thanks for,shopping, c-come again'
'hey, you know you said there'd be a free toilet with every Diego?'
oh god he noticed me peeing didn't he?
'oh, ha ha, that was m-my m-mistake!' I stutter
'you should totally do that, man! Everyone would buy them, just for the toilet. Imagine how much you'd sell!'
'ha, I'll c-consider it!' I say to him while he walks out. I forgot to offer him a bag, so he just stuffs the lot into his pockets.
I fumble for the bottle. I manage to knock it onto the floor, first try.
I wince as it clatters to the floor. I bend down in the seat to pick it up once it stops. Bad idea.
The second I'm low enough to reach the bottle my bladder squeezes and I spurt hard into my shorts. I gasp loudly as I do so. I jolt back up, bottle in hand. I inspect the bottle for any breakage. Nothing, luckily. I hold it down, against my thigh. Holding my legs open long enough to get in position hurts, and I begin lowering dribbles before I'm ready, adding to my already wet underwear. Using one hand to hold the bottle in place, I pull my underwear to one side. I push the bottle close as it will get. I spurt involuntarily, straight into the bottle. Perfect, I relax and-
'Katie?'
Oh god! It's margret, she sees me-
'Katie? Where are you?'
oh g-good! She's down the aisle, she can't see me yet. I force my bladder to stop - which is agony- and pull the bottle away. The tissue is stained a pale but noticeable yellow. I check the time - ten twenty five. What could Margret want?
'Ah, there you are.' She says, walking over to me. 'The builders are ahead of,schedule, so,were closing at eleven today, thought you might like to know.'. She walks off.
Now I can pee! I pick the bottle up again. Ive already made it quite warm by peeing in it. Time to make it warmer.
The store is empty. No one can see me. Now is my time to- Ack! The bottle!
My hands are shaking I'm so desperate, and two bottles of water have pushed me further than I thought I could go. And now to top it off, the bottle has split open. At least the tissues hold in what liquid there is, but if I went any more then I would-
*spurrrt*
Ack! I didn't mean to do that, I just-
*spuurrrttt*
oh god it's warm, I can't hold it back, I'm going to-!
'hnn!'
As if out of nowhere, my bladder takes over and I start wetting myself. Two, strong spurts into my shorts, and I'm desperate to do more. I've tasted sweet relief, and I need more of it! My bladder is screaming for me to let go.
And so I submit.
'haaaahhhhhh'
I can't hold back, and I don't even want to at this point. I relax and let my bladder do the work. It spills out into my shorts, hissing loudly as it does. The hot liquid spills and and clings to my thighs, engulfing my ass and flooding the chair. Within seconds it's spilling over the sides with a splatter, soaking into my grey socks from the top down, staining them a dark almost-black. I lean back in my chair and close my eyes - I don't want anything to interrupt this feeling! I feel it cascade down my legs and into my shoes, staining the yellow for the second week in a row, but I don't care. A hot wave of relief runs up my back as hot waves of urine run down my legs. I let my arms dangle down the sides of,the chair, streaks of pee occasionally brushing against my wrists and flowing down my hands before falling off my fingers. I could stop any time now, but I want to finish having my accident. I'd been holding on for so long, and trying so hard to hold back....there was something so liberating in having lost that fight. Perhaps it was the reward of finally letting it all out, or fact I get to feel all of it run down legs. Either way, I press my back into the chair and smile as I embrace the feeling. I can't hold back a childish giggle as my bladder empties. I don't open my eyes until the last drip falls.
*drip*
Feeling relaxed, I open my eyes again. I'm immediately thrown back to reality as I see a customer looking a bit uncomfortable. I blush immediately. I can feel the heat from my face radiating off of it. Or maybe that's the heat from my puddle.
'are you okay?' The customer asks me. 'Do you need to go to the bathroom or anything?'
'not anymore' I say, still blushing but trying to play it off.
'What happened? Why did you-'
'oh' I say, cutting him off. 'Toilets are out of order, so it was either this or using a portaloo. That'll be fourteen fifty' |
'That'll be twelve fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?'
The man shakes his head, handing over a handful of coins. I try not to sigh as I take them from him and count them. I sort out twelve fifteen and hand him back the rest.
'Thank you, have a nice day' I say to him. He's out the door again before I've even finished speaking. I've gotten used to it by now.
I sigh and lean back in my chair. Saturday night, around 7.55. Shift ends in five minutes, I'm meeting April here, and we'll be heading to the bank, then back to her place to revise. Her place is the room next to mine, but she's got a nicer bed. And two chairs. I don't have such luxuries in my room.
She needs to go to the bank because she lost her bank card. How do you lose something so important? Honestly, that girl could lose anything...
Anyway, just five minutes left. Store's about empty, just the odd shopper picking up stuff they'd forgot to get earlier. I can see Mrs. Jenkins down the aisle now, heading over with some potatoes. She was here earlier today getting other groceries, so I can only imagine she'd forgot to pick those up.
Fascinating, I know.
She dumps the bag on the belt, which hauls them over. Mrs Jenkins visibly resists the urge to sneer at me, the uppity...
Never mind.
'Hullo again Mrs Jenkins, I see-'
'Stop. Don't even start'
She does this every week, there's always something she'll have forgot. Last week it was bread.
'That's 85 pence Mrs Jenkins'
She sort of tosses a pound coin at me and leaves, leaving me with her change and her receipt. At least the guy who buys cigarettes has the decency to give me his money and not throw it at me.
I'm about to lean back in my chair when I see a familiar face skipping down the aisle toward me.
April saunters over with two tins of lemonade and places them in front of me, grinning
'Heya Katie!' she sings, energetic as ever
'Hey April' I respond, feeling better now she's here, partially because it means I can leave, partially because April's always fun to be with. Jumpy, energetic and imaginative. Perfect in boring situations, though she can be a bit overwhelming sometimes. We met because we're both taking history at the local university. We both did a presentation on the Berlin wall in the first week and we've been fast friends since.
'Ready to leave?' She says, leaning on the counter while I scan the two drinks. 'Bank closes in an hour'
'Don't you worry April!' I smile. 'Shift ends right about now, just gotta pay for these and we're off....That's one twenty'
'Don't I get mates rates?'
'That's a fiver'
She chuckles and hands me a note. I place it in the machine and hand her the change. I go to hand her the drinks and she pushes one back
'No no, that one's for you' She says
'Thanks!' I say, smiling. She pops open her tin and takes a drink
'I was gonna get the store brand stuff' She says before taking another sip. 'They're about half the price'
'Yeah but they're kinda bad' I remind her. 'Like half the taste'
'Suppose so' she nods, leaning against the counter again like it's a bar. I take of my badge and grab my jacket. 'They change the uniform?' She asks, pointing at my clothes
'Huh? Oh! No, I managed to drop a box of red wine earlier today, uniform got soaked'
'You seem to have gotten into a habit of wetting yourself here...' she smirks. I blush.
'This time it was wine! I dropped a bunch of bottles! It isn't wetting myself!'
'Well, you got wet, and you did it to yourself...'
I sigh and she grins at me playfully. She knew I'd wet myself last week, because I came home in wet shorts. She new I'd wet myself the week before because it was on national television. And of course this week I managed to paint my uniform red by dropping about six bottles of red wine because someone (Margret) had left something leaning on them in the store room. The second I touched one bottle they all fell on top of me, shattering on the floor and coating me. So today's uniform is in a plastic bag, and right now I'm wearing denim capris, sandals, and a white tee-shirt. All my other clothes are soaked and wine scented. Down to my underwear. I had to head out the shop in my lunch break and head to a shop that sold clothes and bought the cheapest things I could. Margret wanted me to stay in uniform so she wouldn't let me go in work hours, so I did have to spend about half an hour looking like I'd been in a knife fight with a wino.
'Done?' April asks me as I stand out my chair.
'Not yet, gotta hand in the badge and sign out' I tell her. Standing up out my chair and locking the till, I make my way over to the store office.
'See you tomorrow Jim' I shout across to the other till. He grunts back. He's been spending the past week staying up all night because he felt that revision was something for other people, then he absolutely flunked a practice test and now he's been cramming like nobody's business.
Just goes to show, you gotta revise. (should you be studying right now? Never mind, you can study when you've finished reading this)
I head back out the office and over to April, who stood facing me, still leaning on the till. She pushes herself off as I reach her though.
'You're just getting a new card, aren't you?' I ask.
'Yup' She nods. 'Shouldn't be long, then we can head back to mine and study for a bit. I've got noodles if you want to eat'
'Oh boy! Instant noodles!' I say, grinning. 'The staple diet of any student'
'I would cook us something else...' She begins, but I look at her with a raised eyebrow and she stops.
She's actually a decent cook, she's made some really good food before, but she hasn't cooked anything other than microwave or ready meals for the last few weeks.
'One day I will!' She says, starting out of nowhere and making me jump. 'One day I'm gonna cook you something great! Then we'll see who's laughing!'
We head out the store and into the street. It's a cool summer night, with a warm breeze blowing around. This place would be a great place to live if it wasn't so expensive.
The walk to the bank isn't too far, only takes about ten minutes to get there. Me and April talk and laugh about things that have been going on recently, poking fun at each other and just enjoying each other's company.
We reach the bank and head inside. The Air con doesn't work and the reception is surprisingly warm. There's a line of about eight people leading up to the desk. There's one person working behind the counter. I breathe in deep and then exhale. April hears me and laughs
'Don't worry Katie, we've got each other to talk to while we wait!'
That's true I suppose.
'So where did you get the clothes?' She asks me.
'Oh, just that clothes shop down the road, you know the one'
'No I don't'
'You know - the one that used to be the discount supermarket'
'Oh right, is it any good there?'
'Yeah it's okay. It's just a clothes shop' I shrug. Nothing special'
The person at the front of the line leaves and the next moves forward.
'What about you?' I ask. 'That's a new shirt, isn't it?'
She's wearing red jeans and a white polo with a logo over the breast. One of those designer ones, three stripes or something. Two red stripes and a grey stripe, with a bird's head looking in one direction. The kind of thing that cost about three times as much as it should because it has a logo on it. You know the thing. She's wearing some slightly worn white trainers that she's had for as long as I've known her.
'Nah, I've had the shirt a little while, someone got it for me a little while ago but I've just never worn it out. Really comfy' she says, pulling it down at the sides.
'Who got you it? Boyfriend? Sister? Friend?' I ask
'Nope, haven't even got a boyfriend. It was by aunt Jessica. You know, the ginger one'
'Oh I know the one. The one who once punched a pigeon?'
'Ha! Yeah, that's the one' April laughs. She'd invited me to go with her one time when she went shopping with her aunt a couple weeks back. A flock of pigeons flew into the air and directly at us three. Me and April has covered out faces with our arms, Aunt Jessica sucker punched a pigeon. We weren't bothered by pigeons for the rest of the day, so I guess it worked...
We giggle for a moment, trying to burst out laughing in front of about seven very irritable looking people in the line.
'When's she next in town, anyway?' I ask April once we've calmed down. The next person in the line finishes off and leaves. Just six left, not including us.
'Not sure really. She said she'd try and come over this month with her kids, you know, Jessica and Angie'
'She called her daughter Jessica too?'
'Oh yeah, her family's had a line of Jessica's. First daughter for about three generations'
'What if they have a son first?'
'They have another kid'
I laugh at that response. I should have saw it coming.
'Anyway' she goes on. 'One of them needs glasses, so they'll be coming down for that'
I nod and take a drink from my lemonade. I've only had a couple sips and it's gone flat by now. April finished hers almost as soon as we'd left the shop. She looks like she might be regretting it now. That's why I drink mine slowly, doesn't fill me up so fast. That said, I could use a toilet sometime soon....
We wait and talk for about half an hour, and only three more people go through. April's shifting foot to foot and pretending not to need the toilet. I've got one leg folded around the other, though I'm not trying to hide anything. Not in front of April anyway.
'W-what's the matter Katie?' April pipes up, pointing at my crossed leg. 'You gotta go? T-try not to have another accident!' she smirks
'A little' I say. She seems disappointed that I'm not even trying to hide it. 'Haven't been since my shift started at three this afternoon'
'...and it's about 8:30 now' April says, glancing at the clock and doing her best not to grab her crotch, swaying clenched fists to and fro in front of her waist. She's always had a small bladder, I've seen her go to the toilet three times in some lectures.
About fifteen minutes later April suddenly gives up her attempts to be subtle and slams her hands into her crotch. She isn't used to holding on for this long. I've finished my lemonade now, which was a bad idea, because I feel as bad as she looks.
'Need the loo?' I ask her. She winces and nods.
'Y-yeah, k-kinda...' She looks over to the line. Just two people ahead of us.
'Won't be too long now' I tell her, though I must admit this is more wishful thinking on my part than anything else. I don't want to go home wet again, but I feel like I might do if these people ahead don't hurry up. As if the universe hears my please, the first in the line finishes and leaves. One person ahead, now at the counter, then it's me and April. Speaking of April, she's leaning against the wall, one leg on the floor, one leg bent at the knee and resting on the wall while she grasps herself with both hands. She looks up at me with a couple tears forming in her eyes from the effort of holding back
'I shouldn't of taken that lemonade!' she chuckles. I smirk back at her. She's right, they were a bad idea. Still, not like we can un-drink them. The person in front of us wraps up with the counter and leaves. April hops forward and takes her place
'Good evening' the attendant says. 'Sorry about the wait, how can I help?'
'I, uhh, need a new bank card' April says, shifting foot to foot. 'I l-lost my old one...'
'Okay....' says the woman behind the counter, clearly in no rush. 'Do you have an appointment?'
'No. Wait, no, yes! I got an appointment last week to come here today!' April stutters. She's too desperate to think straight.
'Okay....' the woman says. She flickers through some paper work on the other side. 'Hmmm......'
'Take your time, no rush' April mutters, too desperate to be polite. The woman doesn't take kindly to this and decides to flicker through a little slower.
After about a minute she answers.
'Ah yes, April, right? Please take a seat, we'll be with you in a moment....' She says, pointing toward a two-seat sofa. April gestures at me to come with her, so I do.
We head over to the sofa. It's a plain red leather sofa, one cushion for a seat but wide enough for two. We sit down and the woman comes over to us.
'Right, I just have to get the forms to cancel your old card, then we can give you your new one' she says, then she walks off into an office
'You need forms to cancel a card?'
'I signed up for a study thing they do, they'll ask some questions when ever I'm in but they also give me a bonus for doing them. I guess they'll want to know how I lost it, where I last s-saw it....' April says. She's sat with both hands between her thighs, and one leg over the other. She's rocking back and forth a little two.
From the office I can hear a kettle turn on. First a quiet bubbling, followed by it getting louder and then hissing when it finishes boiling. All the while April is rocking back and forth. Then comes the sound of water being poured into a cup. I can see the strain on April's face as the sound of running water is almost enough to make her burst. The sound stops, and April leans back hard into the chair, her whole body tensed trying not to pee. She gasps, which I can only guess means she's just squirted a little into her jeans.
'K-Katie?' She whimpers.
'What's wrong?'
'Y-you know when you wet yourself?'
'Yeah, you keep reminding me about it' I say to her. I look at her and she's going red and breathing quickly.
'H-how did it b-begin?'
'What do you mean?'
'D-did you lose it all immediately, or did you lose it bit by bit?'
'Umm, first I lost a few drops, then I spurted a little out a few times, then my bladder squeezed and it all just came out and I couldn't stop it'. She seems alarmed. 'What stage are you at?' I ask
'I-I, umm, well I lost a few drips in the reception......and I just had my f-first spurt....' She blushes a bright red.
'Ask the woman if you can use the toilets' I say to her. Look, here she comes now!'
The woman wanders over with a cup of tea and some paper work.
'Kate!' April whispers into my ear. 'I'll tap you on the knee if I spurt again, okay?'
'Why not just ask to use the toilet?'
'Something the matter?' The woman asks us. April shakes her head quickly.
'Umm, could I use the toilet?' I ask the woman, on behalf of April, but also a little for myself. The woman looks at April and sees through my genius plan.
'Sorry' The woman says. 'Our toilet is out of order'. You'd have to go next door, like we've been doing all day'
'B-but next door is shut!' April spurts out.
'Well then you'll have to hold on' the woman tells us. She puts the papers on a coffee table in front of us.
April takes the papers and a pen. She's about to start writing when she tenses up for a second. Then she taps me on the knee quite urgently. I look at her sympathetically. She looks back, looking very nervous.
'Come on April' I say quietly. 'Once you've done this, we're done and we can go home'. It hasn't dawned on April yet, but it has on me, that even if she finishes without wetting herself, we still have a short train ride home, and then a ten minute walk from the station. I don't think I she'll make it.
April hurriedly scribbles out the answers on the form, which asks questions such as 'how often do you use the card', 'where do you keep it', that sort of thing. I wait, one hand pressed between my legs. It takes about a minute for April to finish the paper, then she hands it back to the woman. The woman smiles as she takes it, then she sits back down. April tenses again, for about three seconds, before jabbing me in the knee
'Ow!' I whisper harshly to her
'I-I-I can't h-hold it!' she whimpers. 'I spurted really hard!'
'I know' I tell her. 'I heard it'
She blushes.
The woman reads over the paper, then stands up. 'I'll just go and fetch you your new card, I'll be back soon'. She walks back off into the room where she'd been before. Once again the sound of pouring water interrupts the silence while she's in there
'Can you believe her?' I ask April, who doesn't respond. 'She's making tea again!'
I realise as I say this that the woman isn't making tea. April taps me on the knee a couple times, and I realise what's happening. I look over to April, who's face has drained white. I feel heat spread around my left leg and look down. The sound of pouring water is coming from next to me.
'I-I'm so sorry!' April whimpers. 'I-I couldn't hold it!'
I look down at the sofa to see a warm puddle spread around April and into me. The hot liquid quickly soaks into my jeans, staining them dark blue almost as soon as it touches. April's red jeans are similarly staining a dark red around her backside. She's moved her hands from her crotch, and where her legs are so tight together a small reservoir has grown, a tiny golden rippling lake sits between her thighs, steam rising from it. Beneath her legs the puddle grows quickly, pooling around her where she's pressing into the cushion. I'm close enough to her that my indent in the cushion is enough for it to spill around me as well. She looks apologetically into my eyes as my thighs are swallowed by the warm puddle. The quiet hiss is interrupted when the puddle begins to overflow the sofa and pours onto the grey carpet floor, pattering dully into the carpet and staining it black. The small streams quickly grow and merge into one larger stream; A yellow waterfall pounding into the carpet between April's feet.
'I-I-I'm trying to s-stop, I really am....' she mumbles to me. I place one hand on her thigh - on the dry part, obviously.
'Don't' I whisper. 'just let go'
She nods, closes her eyes, breathes in, and then sighs as she relaxes. The hissing grows louder as April relieves herself. The additional force from her bladder spreads the pee further down her legs, spreading the wet patch quickly. The wet patch catches my finger tips before I can realise and pull them away, but I get away with minimal damage. I can feel her puddle spreading around me faster, until it's almost reaching my other leg. As her bladder begins to draw empty I can hear her suppressing sobs.
'Hey' I whisper to her, putting one arm around her. 'Don't worry about it. Happens to the best of us. At least once a week'
She giggles and I smile.
'W-what should we say to her?'
'Hm? Oh, don't say anything. Pretend it didn't happen'
'What?!'
'Trust me, it works'
She nods, just in time for the woman to come back in with an envelope in her hand. She looks a little shocked when she sees the puddle we're sat in, and the puddle at April's feet. She looks at both of us, waiting for an explanation. Neither me nor April say anything, instead we look at her innocently.
'Oh....I, um, here's your card...' the woman says. April takes it. 'Have a nice, uh, weekend' she finishes. I thank her and we both nod, standing up. As April stands, the small puddle held between her thighs gets thrown forward onto the coffee table, flickering cooling drips toward the woman. She recoils quickly. April's pulling a great poker face. We start to walk out, April's trainers squishing with each step
'Oh my god!' April laughs when we walk out. 'I can't believe i just-!' She rubs her palms against her face. It's darker outside now, the light from the street-lamps being the only illumination left. The woman, still looking quite confused, follows us to the door, and places the 'closed' sign on the window. 'I can't believe I got away with that!' April says, looking at me
'We haven't yet' I remind her. 'We still need to get home, and I still need to go to the toilet'
April nods.
'Come on then' she says. 'Let's head over to the station.
The train ride home is mostly un-eventful, as is the walk to the dormitories. Aside from the occasional person taking a double take at April's glistening jeans, no-one seems to even mention the issue.
We both walk into April's dorm, and I throw my coat off to one side. By now I'm quite desperate to go, but at least now there's a toilet I can use. No need to panic. This week I won't be wetti-
'K-Katie?'
'Hm?'
'How do you feel after you've wet yourself?'
'Uh, I don't know...' I respond. 'Kinda embarrassed, kinda relieved, kinda sticky and itchy...why?'
'Oh, just wondering...I, uh, feel the same. As that.' She says, blushing a little. She's hiding something. As long as I've known her she's never been good at hiding things, but what was she hiding?
'Why? Do you feel anything else?'
'What? I, ha ha, no! W-why would I?'
I raise an eyebrow at her. She blushes and looks awkward. I decide to let it slide.
'Mind if I use your toilet?'
'How long can you hold it?' She asks, ignoring my question.
'I don't know!' I tell her. 'Not much longer, I've needed to go since you picked me up!'
'When did you last go then?'
'Uh, around three I guess. And it's about nine now, so....'
'That's quite a while....' she says.
'I'm guessing you can't hold it quite so long' I say, smirking. She doesn't immediately notice my smile, but she chuckles when she does
'I g-guess not!' she laughs. She looks at my legs, still damp where she'd wet them. 'Sorry I pee'd on you' she says. I giggle
'Hey, no worries!' I say. 'I've done it enough times recently, makes a change for someone else to do it!'
April giggles. She looks down at her wet clothes.
'I'd might as well get a laundry run going...' she says. She points to my bag. 'Want me to wash those too?'
'Yeah, sure, thanks!' I say. I hand her the bag. She starts to undo her jeans
'You don't mind me getting undressed do you?' She asks. I shake my head. Nothing she has that I don't.
She pulls them down, peeling the wet fabric from her glistening thighs. Her white cotton panties are now a see-through yellow. Having taken her jeans off, she then pulls them down too.
'Want me to take your jeans too Katie?' She asks, pointing to me. 'It is my fault that they're so wet.'
I nod and stand up, going to undo the button. I fiddle and pull at it but it doesn't move. I glance over to April, who is now peeling off her see-through socks.
'It's stuck' I say flatly. She giggles.
'What do you mean it's stuck?'
'I mean it's stuck!'
'Well unstick it!'
I pull and shake at the button. It refuses to go through the hole. Without a hand to help my bladder hold on, the need to pee grows immensely. I try alternating between the button and holding but it doesn't get any where. After five minutes of fiddling, while April helpfully sits bare-legged on her bed watching me, I figure out what I have to do.
The denim, being new, is still rather stiff. The button won't go through unless I pull on the side without the button in one direction, then let the button's rim slide along the denim until it fits through the hole. But here's the catch: I have to pee so badly I can't hold on without using my hand as an aid. I can't undo my button without wetting myself. And I can't use the toilet without undoing my button. I glance at April who realises this.
'I think that's called a catch 22' she tells me, grinning. I nod.
Then I get an idea
'April, what I'm going to do is I'm going to take my shoes off. Then I'm going to stand in your shower while I take my jeans off'
'Why?'
'So that when I wet myself it doesn't matter because it's in the shower'
She laughs and leads me into the bathroom. I stand in her shower cubicle and pull my sandals off. She takes them out and puts them in the hall, then comes back in
'You don't have to watch me, you know' I remind her.
'Yeah I know' She says.
'So why are you?'
She just giggles and shrugs.
Welp, here we go. I relax my bladder and begin peeing.
The relief that hits me as I start peeing is almost enough to distract me from the button. Almost. I manage to ignore the hot shiver up my back as my bladder spills its contents into my new jeans. Without any underwear to dampen the stream, I pee full force straight onto the denim, resulting in a rapidly spreading dark streak down my leg. I pull the side of my jeans without the button to one side, creating a space between the denim and my skin, which is quickly filled by hot urine where the denim can't absorb it quickly enough. The button starts to slide, until it falls into the hole. Holding it in place so it doesn't fall back through, I can see down the front of my jeans. I'm peeing quite powerfully and it's splattering all over my skin as it splashes off the denim. Two streams fall at my feet down either leg, pooling around my toes before streaking down to the drain. I manage to pull the button free, and I let the denim flap open, baring myself to April. I don't try to stop peeing now that I've started, instead I grin at her and let it out. She smirks at me from across the bathroom, and I smirk back.
'They were wet anyway' she reminds me.
'They're wetter now!'
I stand still and wait for my bladder to empty itself. Pee soaks around my thighs before it can soak through the denim, leaving a dark blue stain all around the front of my legs. The stain holds in the heat, which in the cold bathroom I'm quite grateful for. Still, the cold doesn't seem to bother April as she stands against the sink watching me. I press my legs together while I'm peeing to squeeze some out of my jeans. It doesn't really do anything, not that it would matter as I'd just replace it immediately. After a minute of peeing into them, I finish. The last few drips fall from me and I pull the jeans down. One foot after the other, I hop out of them and pick them up. They drip a little, but I don't want to squeeze them and get pee all over my hands. Legs is one thing but hands are another. April doesn't seem to mind though, and she takes them from me as if they're nothing weird about them. I can see a few streaks run down her hand
She puts my jeans in with hers and my uniform. She invites me to stay over the night, considering that she can't kick me out while I'm naked, she doesn't have any clothes my size, and that she needs someone to study with. We sit bare legged in her kitchen with the light on, revising late into the night before. She reminds me that I have work the next day. I remind her that we've got that test on Wednesday. She giggles again, and yawns. She decides to call it a night at around 3. I decide that sleep is for the week and eventually crash on her sofa at five. My alarm wakes me up at six, and I regret deciding that sleep is for the week. I take my clothes from the washer, crinkled and still hot from the drier and put them on. Before i leave I check on April, who is asleep in just her shirt and on top of her covers. I smirk before heading out her room. I breath in, and then out again in a sigh. Another day, another dollar. Time to start my Sunday morning shift |
'That'll be twelve-fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?'
The man shakes his head and hands me his card. I swipe it over the reader and hand it back
'Thank you, see you soon'
Of course he's left before I've finished again.
Another Sunday morning shift, and another sleepless night before. Last week I'd slept over at April's place, and I had an excuse to be tired. No excuse this week though. At least not one that Margret will accept. But then again, Margret can-
'Morning Katie!' comes a cheerful voice
Speak of the devil...
'We aren't filming again are we?' I ask, yawning.
'What do you mean?' she asks back, sounding genuinely curious
'You just seem really happy today' I tell her. 'Is something wrong?'
'Har har' She replies. 'Actually I'm being interviewed today for a promotion, so I'm trying to act happy'
'That must be hard'
'It is with you around' she frowns, before putting on a smile again. 'But who could be miserable with such lovely deals around!'
She looks at me, waiting for an answer. I look at her, waiting for her to say something amusing. I can see her eyes darting side to side. I think I know what's going on.
'Are they going to do one of those interviews where they send someone in secret? And he'll have a bunch of problems and you'll have to help him out?'
She glances side to side. Shop's empty. She leans in close to me.
'That is exactly what they're doing' she whispers. 'They said he'd be coming at some point over the month'
'Have you been keeping this up all week?' I ask. She nods.
She stands back up and sighs. 'Well, better keep at it...' she groans, before re-applying her smile and walking off. I almost wish I worked a week shift so I could watch her like this, it's great watching her try to stay cheerful, even while there's a bunch of kids charging about and knocking crisp packets flying. Luckily for her no-one goes shopping on a Sunday morning, except for that one man who always buys cigarettes. You know, I've never seen him buy anything else...
Hold on, gotta use the toilet. I'll be back in a moment
Never mind, some kids been sick all over the seat. I mean he could of at least opened it first.....
Looks like I get to hold on again! And we all know how well that ends up for me. I just seem to be having a run of bad luck with this sort of thing. Still, I haven't had a drink in ages. I can probably hold it quite a while today. Although that does just mean I'll feel desperate for longer. At least if you drink loads you might wet yourself and get it over with, but otherwise you get to sit with full bladder that doesn't burst. And that's almost worse.
I'm fine though. I don't need to go That badly. I think I can make it.
Probably anyway.
I lean back and look around the shop floor. As is expected, it's almost entirely empty except for Margret, wandering about and trying to look like she's busy. I don't think she's fooling anyone. I swing the chair side to side. It's going to be a long day....
Four hours since my shift started, it's now half past 11. Half an hour until I can leave. And as I predicted, my bladder has been screaming for the past half hour but it won't go. Haven't drunk anything. There's no liquids in my body that I can add to push my bladder over the edge. So I get to sit here, wriggling back and forth, safe in the knowledge that I won't be wetting myself any time soon.
While I'm thinking about how much I need to go, and how great it would be to go, a woman starts unpacking her shopping onto the belt. I glance over at her, then the shopping, then the till. Time to get scanning.
First a few bottles of water. They slosh about temptingly but I hold myself dry, Then some salad, a few vegetables, then a couple cans of sodas
'Oh, sorry, I just wanted four sodas, I've taken five by mistake' The woman says, handing one over. 'You've scanned it now, you might as well have it' she smiles at me. I smile back, thanking her. On the one hand, the last thing I want right now is a drink. On the other hand, I don't want to be rude and refuse it. Plus it was rather nice of her to give it to me
As she begins walking out, I open the tin without thinking. Realising what I've done, I sort of look at it for a moment. If I leave it open it will go flat, and then it won't be as nice. If I drink it now, I might wet myself within the hour. Hmmm.....What time is it?
I glance over to the clock on the wall. It's still half past 11. My shift ends at twelve. I might wet myself within the hour, but I'm only here for half an hour, that gives me fifty fifty odds of making it out the store dry.
Those are some odds I'll take! I put the tin to my lips and drink. It's only store brand cola, but when you haven't drunk anything since six in the morning it tastes like heaven! I can't stop myself drinking about half the tin before I pull it from my face, if only to breathe. Another customer has put their bags down, and is loading the shopping onto the belt. I start scanning it over
By twelve, I realise how much a difference half an hour can make. I finished the tin in about five minutes, and ever since then I've been wriggling in my chair, twisting it back and forth and rocking about when I think no-one's looking. But it's twelve now, and that means I get to leave! I made it out the store dry!
...That shouldn't be an accomplishment for me, I'm in my twenties....
I stand out my chair, un hook my name badge from my polo-shirt and put it in my pocket. I slide the chair back under the desk and walk out the till, head over to the office, and give my name badge in for the week.
'See you later Maggie!' I sing. Margret hates being called Maggie, but she also really doesn't want to risk being seen angry, so she forces a grin.
'Good bye Kate.' She hisses through a smile of clenched teeth. I grin as I saunter out the office. Round about now I realise I still have to get home. And that means the bus.
I mean it could be worse - the bus at midday isn't as bad as the bus at eight in the morning, or 4 in the afternoon. That's when all the school kids are on board. But that doesn't mean the busses are good. They still smell of bodily fluid, the floors are still sticky, and the drivers are never in any kind of rush, which is a real issue when you live at the other end of the bus route and your bladder feels like it might give up any moment.
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna call a cab!
I pull out my phone and tap in the number for the local taxi firm. After a moment of ringing someone picks up
'Hello? Yeah, a taxi please' I say into the phone, one hand holding it to my face, the other hand buried between my legs. 'That's right, to the university dorms.....five minutes? Yeah, that'll do'. He hangs up. I-I can make it five minutes, right? Not like I have a choice really...
I stand outside the store. It's warm outside, but that doesn't mean it doesn't look like it's about to start raining. Thick grey clouds seem to be blowing over from one direction. Guess I've got a thunderstorm to look forward to tonight....
It only takes five minutes for the cab to arrive, but it seems like hours, as I stand outside, hand between my thighs and twisting side to side. The cab pulls up, honking on the horn twice to signal me. The driver opens the door and I sit inside. The drive doesn't look too much older than me.
'Uh, hullo' he says as I sit in. 'University dorms, right?'
'Yeah!' I blurt out. 'T-that's the one!'. Sat in the passenger seat I pull over my seat belt and plant both hands between my legs. Jeans today, full length. Canvas shoes underneath. And the standard uniform polo shirt. Margret doesn't really like us wearing jeans, but Margret doesn't do my laundry.
'E-everything alright?' the driver asks. 'You seem on edge'
'I, uh, sorry...I really gotta, uh, go' I tell him. Usually I might keep it to myself, but it's kinda obvious with the way I've got my hands clasped on my crotch.
'ha ha, I'll get a move on then!' The drive says, trying to reassure me. It doesn't quite work. Mostly because as we pull out the main road we turn right, and straight into a line of traffic. I groan.
'Sorry...' He apologises.
'Don't w-worry' I tell him. 'N-not your fault...'
I gotta say, I really don't want to wet myself in this guys car. Partially because it would be embarrassing, partially because I'll be charged for cleaning, and I can't really afford to clean taxi chairs and also have steady meals.
'I-if I start.....' I begin saying, but I cut myself off.
'Start what?' He asks, occasionally going forward a few feet.
'I-if I start, you know......losing......Could you just let me hop out.....'
'Uh- yeah! I m-mean, if worse comes to worse-'
'And I think it could...'
'I-I'm sure you'll be fine!' He says to me, smiling reassuringly. I wish I believed him...
The drive is mostly quiet, aside from the hum of the engine, and the occasional grunt from myself as my bladder kicks up a fuss. So desperate to go! Can't pee in the cab though, and I might die of embarrassment if I do have to get him to open the car door so I can wet myself in the road. And I would wet myself - It's one thing to wet myself in public, but it's entirely another to expose myself in public. Got to draw a line somewhere. And I feel like I might be drawing lines down my jeans soon!
Slowly the traffic begins to clear, but slowly really is the word. Fifteen minutes - which feels like so much more - and I've barely made it half way down the high road. I could probably have walked faster. I'm trying my best not to rock back and forth like a mad-woman in the seat, my bladder begging for sweet relief at any price. But I can't let it happen now....
*drip*
Oh god! I felt it. I felt a drip. That's it. It's starting. I don't have long now. Gotta make a choice, do I soak this guys car-seat, or do I
'Open the door!' I spurt out. The driver blushes in shock and looks at me.
'W-what? That bad?'
'Y-Y-Yes!'
'Traffic's clearing now!' he splutters, putting his foot down and moving forward. I don't know what to do now. I need to go! And he won't let me!
'Open. The. Door.' I manage to hiss, barely holding on. By now my eyes are clenched shut, and the only thing I can hear is the engine rev up loudly, before I feel the car pull ahead.
'D-don't worry!' He says to me. 'I'll get you to the dorms real quick! I-I know a shortcut!'
I don't trust him to make it, but if he ends up with a wet car it's his fault. My bladder is silently screaming at me, and in my head I'm silently screaming at the driver, and I imagine he's silently screaming at me to hold on. I can barely tell the car is moving, with my eyes shut tight, legs pressed down hard on the floor, hands between them, and trying not to moan. Somehow I'm staying dry, then we hit a speed bump
*thunk*
The car shudders, and I lose control of my muscles, losing a hot streak of pee into my jeans, staining them almost immediately. I must have shrieked, as the drive nearly jumps out the car
'D-D-Don't worry! N-nearly there now!' He insists. I'm nearly there that's for sure, if there is at my breaking point. As I manage to regain control, I manage to open my eyes. I don't recognise the road we're in, but I can see the university bell tower in the skyline, so I know we're going the right way. I gasp when I see it, nearly losing more from anticipation. The car seems to glide down the alleys, though each corner presses down on my already aching bladder. The cooling wet patch between my legs tempts me more each second, as if it is a teaser of how I could feel, and I really do want to feel it.
'Hnn! Open the door!' I insist a third time, and the car pulls to a halt. I pull on the handle and am about to squat down when the driver says to me
'We're here!'
'What?'
'This is the dorm!' he says, leaning over.
'H-how much do I owe you?' I ask, pushing my hand into my pocket and slowly losing a trickle down my leg, which slowly stains the denim a darker blue.
'Given the situation' he says, 'no charge'
'T-thanks!' I say, looking at the set. A small few wet spots, I'd only just managed to hold all the liquid in my jeans, but a damp circle the size of an apple sits where I was a moment ago. 'Do you want me to pay for cleaning?' I ask, getting my priorities wrong and losing a couple dribbles as punishment.
'No, no!' he says. 'It's an emergency, I'm sure they'll understand at the dispatch!'
'T-thanks!' I say, turning and running to the dorm rooms. With each step i take my bladder loses another drip, when I get to the front door I'm clearly losing control, with a wet patch the size of a beer bottle down one leg. I thrust my hands into my pockets and pull out my keys, and as I yank them out I throw out a couple coins and my phone. Bending over to pick them up, I squirt quite hard, but I manage to recover everything before I start completely peeing. Standing up and looking down, I've left a few drips on the floor, and there's a wet line down to my knees. I jam the key into the hole, and luckily for me it goes it without any struggle. A quick twist to the left and the door swings open. I jog down the corridor, losing more and more until I reach my own room. As I fumble for my room key, my bladder begins to give way, slowly letting out a steady stream to replace the fierce spurts. The stream runs neatly down my legs, pouring off the cuff of the jeans and soaking into my shoes. Blushing a hot red, I fumble at the lock and push the key into it. It sticks at first, but it jerks into the lock, and I twist it. I step into my room, turning round and slamming the door shut, only just catching a glimpse of the dinner-plate sized puddle on the polished floor behind me. I kick of one shoe, then the other, then dart for the bathroom. I grab the door handle and pull - Nothing! I nearly give up right there before I remember I'm meant to push it. I lean into the door, losing another squirt as I do. Turning around and into the room, I look around for the toilet, so desperate now I can barely remember the layout of my own room. I look at it, and nearly burst as I do. Seat's down, So I lean over to pick it up, squirting once more as I do so, and this time I can't stop entirely - a gentle streak is determined to make its way out now, and as I try to turn around I flick fresh urine off my ass and around the bathroom. I don't have time to think about cleaning it up yet, all I can think of right now is taking off my jeans. I pull at the button, but to no avail. I push and pull, and slowly my streaming bladder picks up speed until I can hear dripping on the bathroom floor. The drips, the heat down my legs, and the cry for relief are all too much, and I just....
'Haaaahhhh!'
I let go. I can't hold back and I don't want to. My jeans were already too wet to wear without washing anyway - so I relax and let my bladder squeeze itself hard, pushing what seems like an ocean out into my jeans. The pent up pressure is released with force, hissing as it pounds into the seat of my jeans as I stand, knees bent with my hands over my fly. I tear up as the relief almost wipes me out, my body shuddering a couple times as by bladder really squeezes hard, forcing the stream out as best it can. My denim pants can barely even attempt to hold back the torrent erupting from inside me, which splashes onto the floor, making a strong yellow puddle in front of the toilet bowl. I try to step back in an effort to at least get it down the bowl, but my legs aren't listening to anything other than the Thsssshh! from inside my jeans. I can't move as my bladder drains itself loudly down my legs, but I can moan, so I do. I do of course mean I can't hold back a deep moan as the day's built up desperation bursts out in just over a few minutes; Every drop of pee I'd been holding in so tightly now spraying against my thighs just inches from the toilet. I can hardly think straight it feels so good to get it all out of me, even if it was ending up on the floor. Well, most of it was ending up still on me, in my jeans and in my socks, but what soaked through left it's mark all over the bathroom floor. As my bladder begins squeezing out the last few wave, I begin panting my body returns control to me. I slide my hands down to my knees, resting on them. I try to stand up, but the effort is too much and I fall forward onto my knees. I gasp a few time, feeling weak and worn out. It doesn't help that my sleep pattern is awful. The puddle feels cool against my legs, which had been kept warm by the thin layer of piss-soaked denim. I have to lean against the sink to keep myself from falling. I sit in my mess and just wait for a moment, trying to catch my breath.
After a minute or so, I've mostly recovered, though I still feel like I need to sleep, but that's nothing new. I stand up in the puddle, socks squishing and cold jeans clinging to my legs. I stand up straight, lean back and breath in deeply. Air taken in, I resume normal breathing and go to undo my button. It's a little stiff coming out the denim, but it's easier now the fabric is soaked. The button slides through, and then I can undo the zipper. The zip slides down with ease, though I brush of some still-warm drips with my hand as I pull the zipper down. I let my jeans slide down off me, helping them down by jerking my legs, flicking more drips about. I peel off my once-white panties, which are now see through and yellowed. I slump onto the toilet and kick the wet clothes off my legs and into the tub. I peel of my socks and chuck them in too. I try relaxing my bladder, but as expected there's nothing left to let out.
'Katie!' comes a voice from outside the room, almost making me jump through the roof.
'Katie!, you left your bag in my pla-'
April freezes as she looks into the bathroom. I freeze as I realise the importance of locking the bathroom door. I'm sat, naked on the toilet with a lake of pee stretching from my feet to the door. April looks a mix of shocked and impressed
'You, uh, you missed' She says after a pause. I can't stop myself giggling. I better tell her the whole story... |
'That'll be twelve-fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?'
The man shakes his head and hands me the exact change. I take the coins from him and put them in the cashier.
'Thank you, co-'
I hadn't even started talking and he'd already left. Didn't take a receipt or anything.
Still, not gonna let that get me down today! April's told me her friend managed to get her a discount at this campsite she works at, so April's taking me out for the weekend. Margret's not to happy I won't be in, but I did come in yesterday for work, and today too.
April will be picking me up in her car at about 5. It's 4.45 now, the weather is nice, and work is kinda slow, even considering it's a Friday evening. It's so empty I'm considering leaving early, but then again Margret might actually kill me if she catches me. She's already angry that I'm stretching the allowed uniform rules as far as I can.
I'm wearing pale brown capris pants and a pair of sandals. My shirt is a plain white tank top, a little small on me but it fits. And technically doesn't reveal my midriff which means it counts as uniform. In actuality, it shows a band of skin above my waistband most of the time, and if I stretch it goes as high as my rib cage. Perfect to show off my student body - thin, pale, and clearly un-used to seeing sunlight. I'm hardly wearing it for show anyway, the heatwave the city's going through would leave me sweating like mad in anything more, and I'm not sat close enough to the freezer section to stay cool inside.
I glance at my watch again. Still only 4.50, ten minutes to go. I'm feeling a little eager for quitting time, not just because I'm meeting April, but because I've been downing enough water all day to drown a fish, and I need the toilet. Like I say, it's been warm out. I'm doing my best not to wiggle about in my chair, but when no-one's here my hand is planted between my legs. And no one's here yet. Wait, scratch that, someone's here now
A customer walks up, middle-aged woman who looks like I might in thirty years (shortish, messy blonde hair, tired), and dumps a load of stuff on the belt. Three large bottles of soda, a couple diego brand Spanish-style sausage, a bunch of burgers, some buns, and a few bags of salad leaves. The deal where you get cooking equipment with the diego stuff ended a little while ago, much to my relief.
'Barbeque?' I ask, struggling to lift the soda bottles over the scanner and also not piss myself.
'Yes' she says, grinning. 'However did you guess?'
'Just a hunch' I say, smiling back. I have to swipe the bottles under the scanner a couple times, each time making the soda swill about and almost breaking my bladder. I manage to stay dry and scan the sodas though, cross my legs and carry on scanning.
'Sure has been warm recently' she says to me, putting her stuff in bags. 'I tell you, I've been drinking all day to keep cool...'
'So have I' I tell her. 'Been through about six bottles since lunch time'
She smiles at me. 'I couldn't use a bathroom in here could I? That water's been going straight through me...'
'Sure' I say. 'Bathrooms are just down at the back' I tell her, right as my watch begins beeping, telling me it's quitting time.
There's only one bathroom working today, more plumbing issues, and now this woman's in there. I'm going to wet myself, aren't I? The stars have aligned again, and something's going to stop me getting to the toilet, I just know it...
'Can I leave my stuff here while I go?' she asks me. I smile and nod. She hurries over to the bathroom. As she shuts the door I whip my hands back into holding positions, just in time to feel a first leak. I don't want to wet myself again, every time April's seen me these past few weeks I've had wet legs for some reason or another. I don't really want to end up being known for it...
I sit back, hands still clamped down, watching over the bags. The soda in the bottles still swills slightly, side to side. As small as the movement is, it seems to resonate with my bladder, and I get the powerful urge to give up and go under the desk. I would seriously consider it if I wasn't going camping with April. That said, she's told me that she's finished packing, and that means when she arrives she'll bring spare clothes. If I was to soak these, I could put on a clean pair when April gets here.... And then all I'd have to do is avoid getting a reputation. I'm about to let go and risk getting a reputation for wet pants when I hear the bathroom door open. I glance over and see the woman hurrying back over to the counter
'Thanks for waiting, really appreciate it!' she says, smiling. I nod and tell her it'll be twenty-two fourteen. She fumbles through her purse, struggling to find the exact change. I want to tell her not to bother and give me notes, but I also don't want to be rude. Each agonising second seems to take forever, and as her hand comes out her purse I feel another dribble. She hands me the exact change, I put it in the machine, and hand her the receipt once it finishes printing. She smiles and takes it
'Thanks for shopping her, hope to s-see you soon!' I say to her
'Thanks, bye!' she responds, picking up her bags and leaving. I wait for her to leave the shop.
The sliding doors close after she leaves, and my hands scramble for my badge. I fiddle with it, sweating a little, and manage to tear it open and out my shirt. I jump up, pushing back my chair as I stand up (nearly sending it flying over) and walk away from the till. I jog over to the store office and almost throw my badge at Margret, who barely has time to give me a sarcastic 'see you next week' before I'm running to the toilets. I jog past my till, and manage to fall flat on my face.
This feels familiar, but this time there's no film crew to catch me. I lie on the floor, considering not getting up and just giving up, but my hands seem to act on my own as they push me back up. I dash to the bathroom, throwing my body against the door. I swing inside, and slam the door shut, scrambling both hands to the lock in an attempt to shut it properly. I leak again, larger than before, and I'm certain this leak is visible. I manage to get the lock shut, and I take the two steps to the toilet bowl, spin around and grasp my flies. Another spurt escapes as I press on my bladder to get the button undone. Luckily for me, it slides out quickly, and I yank my pants down. My white knickers don't come with them, resulting in another spurt in them. I have to make another grab for those, and as I spring back to get them I almost punch my downstairs. I grab the waistband and yank them down, and I throw myself at the toilet backwards. I half expect to miss, but someone is on my side today. I slam into the seat, releasing without meaning to. I don't hold back - I've made it! Relief hits me like a truck and I have to try to suppress moans as I hiss fiercely into the porcelain bowl. I lean back and let my eyes roll, sighing as I do. There's nothing so good as finally making it after holding so much! I would say so long, but I haven't been holding very long.
It takes almost a minute for my bladder to even slow down. I open my eyes and decide to assess the damage. My underwear has a big semi-see-through wet spot where I'd lost enough to soak through, and there was a tiny dark spot on my pants. Nothing major, but visible from the outside. Luckily for me, a wet spot the size of two coins end to end and right between my legs isn't even visible, so long as I keep my legs closed. Even then, April's picking me up, and she'll understand if she does see the tiny spot. I smirk as my bladder empties, wipe myself off and pull my pants up. I wince a little at the already cool cotton touching my skin, then pull up my zipper and thread the button through. I almost feel rewarded as I press on the handle.
Like I say, I hadn't been holding for long, I'd just been holding a lot. I'd been to the toilet around a hour ago, and an hour before that. My problem is, I've been downing gallons of water in this heat. At least I'll be able to enjoy the heat when April picks me up. Nothing quite like relaxing in the late spring sun with a cold drink in one hand. Sat in a warm field, a few trees around, the smell of grass. The birds chirping. Much nicer than being sat in an uncomfortable chair with a few people wandering around, with the smell of spilt milk and the sounds of kids making a mess. Which is what I'm used to. And the water isn't even cold in here. It's not just water, it's warm water.
I head out the bathroom and catch April, sitting on my till. She's wearing a white tank top with an almost see-through thin short-sleeved over shirt that drapes over her, and some bold blue jeans that go down to her ankle. Not skin tight, but not loose, somewhere in between that shows off her form while also leaving breathing room and something to the imagination. A pair of sandals and a pair of sunglasses completes her ensemble.
'Heya Kaite!' she says with a grin. 'You ready to go?'
I smile back at her. 'You know it!' I say back.
'Want to pick up a couple drinks while we're here?'
'Didn't you bring any?'
'No...'
I sigh with a smile as I grab my till key out of my pocket. April jogs over to the drink fridges as I open everything up and get ready. She heads back with a four pack of beers and a six-pack of cheap lemonades. I smile at her choice. The lemonades are store brand, but they're also really good, and they cost about twenty pence a can. I swipe them through and open a lemonade, handing the other six to April
'Beers are for when we get there' she says to me, 'so don't open any when we're driving, you'll make me jealous'
I grin and nod at her, after taking a mouthful from the lemonade.
'So' I say. 'Remind me where we're going?'
'We're going to Libra hills, a few miles north of here. It's on top of a large hill, so the view is great and the air's a little cooler. The campsite itself is on the edge of a forest, so it's the perfect place to hide a body, so if there's anyone you want gone, you know where to go'
I grin at her little joke, but there's something about forests like that that can be a little scary. Not scary as in bed-wettingly terrifying, more the sort of exciting chills and standing hairs sort of scary. Enticing scary. And only scary at night, during the day those kind of forests are a great place to sit down and enjoy yourself with a friend or two.
'Anyway, let's get going' she says to me, hopping off the counter. I lock the till again, and come out from the till. I hurry over to the office, drop the key on the side before Margret says anything, and then hurry on out. April leads me out and over to her car, parked just outside.
'Okay' she says as we slump into the car-seats. 'Our bags are in the boot, I've got you five spare shirts, five sets of underwear, six spare pairs of socks, two pairs of shoes, and four sets of pants'
'Why so many pants?' I ask.
'Because I know what you're like!' April smirks at me. I roll my eyes and grin. 'I've done the same for myself anyway, it doesn't hurt to have more than you need.'
'What else will we need?'
'Just the usual camping stuff, a tent, a gas-stove, sleeping bags, et cetera et cetera'
I nod, and she turns the key in the ignition. The engine sputters to life, and we drive off.
We'd been driving for about half an hour, just talking and listening to the radio, occasionally joining in on the songs we like, and insulting the ones we don't. As we drive down the motorway, April turns to me.
'Hey Kate'
'Yeah?'
'I kinda need the loo'
'Yeah, me too, want to turn off at the next service station?'
'Well, not really, but I think we'll have to'
'Don't worry' I say, watching the road while she drives. 'There's a turning off just ahead'
'Where?'
'A little bit in the distance, you can see it from here'
'No I can't, where is it?'
'This one, here! Turn! Turn-turn-turn-You've missed it'
'Oh I see the one' she says, glancing in the wing mirror.
'April!' I say, looking straight at her. She flashes me a cheeky grin while looking forward. 'We just missed it!'
'Yeah, didn't see it in time...'
'I'm glad you find this funny' I tell her. 'Because these are your seats you're risking'
'Oh don't worry, Katie!' She laughs. 'There'll be another station up soon, there always is'.
'Yeah, there should be' I admit. 'Don't you miss this one...'
'I gotta pee too!' she says, grinning. 'We both need this'
After another five minutes I start getting uncomfortable in my chair as my bladder really fills up. I try to cross one leg over the other, but I catch my feet on the glove compartment. I decide instead to press one hand between my legs. I can't help but feel sorry for April who has both hands on the wheel, and her thighs pressed together.
'You gonna be okay April?' I ask, noticing a slight grimace on her face while she drives.
'I hope so....Haven't been to the toilet in a little while....I kinda need to go.'
'I'm s-sure you can make it!' I encourage her. 'Not long now until the next stop...Look! that road sign says there'll be another in two miles'
I can see the change on April's face as I tell her. I glance down at her jeans to make sure she isn't about to soak her seat. She isn't, as far as I can tell. Her legs are still clamped together. I look back out the window, as April merges into the middle lane to overtake a line of cars. I don't think she'd planned on the row being so long. I hear her moan as she realises the mistake she's made.
'April? You okay?' I ask.
'Look at that queue.... All on the outside row, it's going to block our exit'
'Service station soon, don't worry about the queue'
'That's why I'm worrying! If they block off the exit we can't use the service station!'
She is kinda right. We pass a second sign telling us the next station is just a mile ahead now, and the queue seems as long as ever.
That's when we see the signs from the station. A board with signs for a few burger joints, a bookstore, and of course, toilets, standing out between some bushes. April slows the car a little as she looks over the side toward the exit.
'Damn, no space....' she groans again, taking one hand of the wheel and planting it on her crotch. 'We'll have to hold on.'
She looks a little defeated, and I can't help but feel it too.
'There's always the next one' I say, trying to reassure her.
'Nah, our exit is next'
'How do you know?'
She gestures with her free hand, before putting it back on the wheel. I look where she pointed. Libra hills, next turning. April almost throws the car into the outer lane when she sees the first opening in the line, and a minute or two later we turn off the motorway. By now my bladder is aching, and by the look of April - who is rocking side to side - so is hers.
'Uh, April? Couldn't we pull over when we get on a country road?'
'W-what do you mean?'
'I-I think I'm gonna have an accident if you don't, and I don't want to ruin your car...'
'Aww, can't Katie hold it?' she says with thick set mockery in her tone.
'I- Of course I could hold it!' I say, taking the defensive and immediately regretting it. 'I'm, err, I was just thinking about you, you look like you need to g-'
'I'll be fine!' She bursts out, rubbing her thighs up and down. I can tell she won't
'Hey, it's your chair. If you want to wet it...'
'Hn! I'm fine!' she says. She looks back at me. 'Don't worry little miss wet-legs, I'll find a place to stop when we reach a quiet road'
I try to hide a smile, but April catches on and grins back.
Five minutes pass, and I'm squeezing my legs, wiggling in my chair, and my hands haven't left my crotch for about three of them. April is bouncing up and down in her chair, occasionally sending her hand down to hold herself. We've been too desperate to talk much, but luckily the radio's been playing some pleasant music. April turns us off the main road and we hit a dirt road - we're close to our destination now.
'You gonna stop?' I ask her as a reminder
'Huh? Yeah, just not in f-full view of the main road still'. We drive down a little further until we make a couple turns. Surrounded on each side by tall bushes and trees, April decides to pull over to one side of the road.
'R-right, I c-can't go much more...' I say to her, as we both frantically tug at our seat belts. I open the door and almost fall out, but I manage to stand. I look over to April, who has left the car and shuts the door. She walks over to me so we both have the car between us and the road
'Here, keep watch will you?' I say to her as I fumble at my pants.
'Car' She says to me, almost as soon as I'd asked her to keep watch. I stand up as straight as I can to mask what we're doing, and a car drives slowly toward us. Much slower than it needs to anyway. As I try standing straight the pressure on my bladder mounts, so much so that I can't keep it all in. As the car passes ours I lose a significant spurt, leaving a dark streak of about six inches on my pants. April hears the hiss and looks up, smirking. The sound of the other car fades away as it leaves our view, and I free the button, pull on my zipper, and thrust my pants down my legs. Again my underwear stays put, and I'm about to teach them a lesson by going through them when we hear another engine. I yank my pants back up and do the button up again. April's trying not to laugh at me. I don't know whether or not to appreciate that...
The engine belongs to a local police bike, which pulls over next to us. The policeman takes off his helmet and walks over to us
'You two okay? Not doing anything you shouldn't, right?'
April answers first.
'No officer, my friend here is just a little travel sick, and I don't want her sicking up in my new car.'
I don't know what to do, so I just nod and go with it. The policeman smiles reassuringly.
'Here' He says to us. 'I've got spare bags if you need it'. He walks over to his bike, opens the box and walks back to us with a couple paper bags in hand. I thank him and take one. As I take it my bladder decides to get angry at me and I dribble again. I try hard not to blush or squeal as I feel the heat of the liquid as it runs onto my leg and soaks into my pants. The policeman clearly notices.
'Err, do you need to-'
'No, I'm fine!' I respond to him immediately, forcing a smile. He looks at me in a way that suggests confusion and disbelief, but also that he doesn't really want to get too involved.
'Your fly's undone by the way' He says to me, walking back to his bike. I blush and look down, my bright white panties almost glowing through the open zipper of my brown capris. A dark streak down one leg only makes me feel more embarrassed.
He sits back on his bike and revs the engine, the roar startles me and I lose another drop or two. As he begins to drive away my bladder nearly gives up. I look back to April, who seems to be enjoying herself. As the policeman leaves our view, I slam my hands into my crotch to stop any more leaks.
'That was good of him wasn't it' April says, as I fumble at my button again.
'W-what?'
'Giving you a sick bag. Now we can carry on driving, and if you need to be sick you've got that bag'
'April, I n-never felt sick. You m-made that up' I stammer, still tugging at my button. I manage to pull it through, and I pull down on my capris.
'Car.' April says again. I almost don't care if anyone sees me, but I pull my pants back on anyway. A car pulls over toward us, stopping on the other side of April's car. The driver rolls the window down.
'Hey' the guy asks. He has an unlit cigarette in his mouth. 'Either of you two got a light?'
Me and April glance to each other. I don't have a lighter, I don't know if April does. April shakes her head at the guy. I move myself behind the door of our car as my bladder decides enough is enough, and I spurt hard again. My pants hang open, so the harsh hiss isn't muffled. April hears it I'm certain, as I hear her suppress a chuckle.
'Ah well' the man says. He looks to us again. 'Typical, right? My lighter had been working all day, and it goes out now!'
Me and April grin and nod, trying to be friendly as another wave hits me and I lose a massive stream of pee. Straight into my pants. I feel one leg warm up rapidly as the spurt floods over it, staining my pants a darker shade.
'Thanks anyway' the man says, rolling his window back up. April raises one hand to say good bye. The car pulls off.
April looks at me, waiting for me to do something. I try to pull my pants down, but what I actually do is not that. I place my hands on the roof of our car and my bladder tenses as hard as it can. I grimace, and a harsh *Hiss* erupts as my body forces out the contents of my bladder. I blush hard, tearing up a little as the relief sweeps me. It's all too much for me to hold back, and as another wave hits me I don't hold back. Clutching the roof of our car, ass sticking out behind me, a wave of clear urine floods out of me, flooding over my legs and staining my capris. I feel it sweep over my backside before cascading down my legs and over my feet. I hear myself moan as my full bladder claims relief with force. My pants hardly hold anything back, and streams of pee flow off from my legs, spattering into the muddy grass beneath me. I'm stood with my legs apart now, allowing for a powerful main stream to run straight out of myself, straight out my clothes, and straight onto the floor, pounding it hard. My mouth hangs open as the relief has me struck dumb, and I gasp for air. I feel April rest one hand on my ass as I continue to jet pee into my underwear and down my legs. She rubs her hand on me a little, through the wet fabric, which I can't say doesn't feel great...
By the time my bladder finishes, I'm out of breath, my legs are soaked, and I'm stood in a massive puddle of my own making. I can only take solace in the fact I'd drunk so much earlier that what I'd just let out was pretty clear, meaning it won't smell, and it isn't dirty. Well, it's still pee, which isn't exactly clean, but it could have been much worse. April, one hand still on my still wet backside, leans over and whispers in my ear.
'Couldn't hold it?'
I shake my head.
'Don't worry Katie' she says, pulling her head back. 'I won't tell anyone. You might want to get in the car though, there's another car on the way...'
I look up and hear the engine. Not wanting to be caught like this, I open the car door and swing myself inside, my soaked legs slapping against the chair. My capris' are still undone, and as I look at myself now I'm sat down I can see the damage to my underwear too. My panties are almost see-through with a wet stain almost reaching the waistband. I decide to keep my hands dry and leave them open for now. As April sits down next to me, another car drives past, not stopping as it does.
'D-didn't you need to pee?' I ask April
'Oh I really need to pee...but I'm sure you don't want to be seen so wet.'
'Uh, thanks'
We pull out again, leaving the cooling contents of my bladder behind us. At least it's good for the grass. I look at April, who is writhing in her chair, rubbing her legs against one another. I open the window and lean back. The cool breeze smacks into my wet legs. I smile and lean back.
'Oh, you have no idea how good that felt....' I say without thinking. 'I know I'm soaked now, but that was worth it'
'Katie! Y-you're making me need to go....'
I grin. 'It was sooo good to let go, you should try it...'
'Katie!'
'Just relax and let it all out'
'Katie...'
'The relief is amazing....'
'Thssshh...'
'Hmm?'
I look over to a very rigid and very red April, who has just pee'd hard into her jeans. Not too much, but enough to leave a stain, and loud enough to hear over the radio. I smirk wildly.
'I bet you're real glad to have spent the past week calling me 'Miss wet legs' now aren't you.
'Katie...I can't hold it....'
'Then find another place to pull over, then you can-'
'Thsssssh!'
'Or you could do that'
She's peed again, and I catch myself staring as a wet patch begins to grow. I put one hand on her leg.
'Let go.' I say to her. She seems to wince at those words.
'I c-can't...'
'Think about the relief...'
ssssss....
'...You won't feel desperate anymore...'
Sssssss...
I look over to see April, sat stiff as a board while her bladder forces shot after shot of urine into her jeans. I can almost feel what she must be feeling - pee pooling between her legs, soaking into the chair and creating a warm, wet patch that envelops her ass. The look in her eyes tells me how hard she's trying to hold back and also be able to drive.
'I-I-I'm gonna pull (Ssss!) O-over!' She manages to say, turning the car toward the side of the road again. As the car brakes, she pushes her seat belt and opens the door, spurting hard into her jeans, sending a stream straight into her chair. As she gets out the door, I admire the dinner-plate sized puddle in her chair. She stumbles out the car and begins walking around to my side, so that the car is between her and the road. I undo my belt and join her outside the car. As she steps over, more spurts fall out, streaking down her jeans as far as he knees. She stops still and looks at me.
'K-Katie?'
'Yeah'
'I can't hold it....'
As she says that, her bladder must have gave way, as a dark spot erupts between her legs and floods over her jeans. Her hands, stuck between her legs, have a pale yellow flood runs over and through her fingers before splattering on the ground below in an already growing puddle. She looks away like a guilty puppy, and I can't stop myself smiling. Her jeans glisten as pee flows over them on its way down. Golden streaks run over her feet and the straps of her sandals before spilling into the puddle she stands in. She starts sobbing gently as she stands in front of me, wetting herself. I take a step toward her to comfort her, but she puts a hand out to stop me. Then I notice she isn't sobbing. She looks back to me, with a grin on her face.
'It really did feel good...' she admits.
I laugh once, and I go to-
Hn!
She jumps into me and presses her lips into mine! I don't know what to do or where to look, but I can see her eyes are closed. She wraps her wet hands around my head, pulling it into hers. I can't move from the surprise, so I close my eyes and kiss her back
I do what!? I can't believe what I'm doing....I kiss her back! I close my eyes and wrap my own arms around April's waist, and I feel myself blush fiercely. I can feel the heat from her face as she does the same. We're kissing each other!
She drops her hands and falls back from me, and my arms fall back to my sides
'Uh, ha ha...' she chuckles nervously. 'Spur of the moment....sorry.....'
I don't know what to say, or what to do, and neither does she. We stand for a moment, avoiding eye contact and blushing. Her pee has got onto my own legs, and I can feel them cooling again. A last few drops fall from April's soaked jeans.
'S-shall we...?' She asks me. I nod. We both get back in the car. As we sit down, she moves her hand to disable the handbrake. Before she pulls it off, I place my hand on hers.
She looks at me, and I look at her. I smile at her and she smiles back at me.
It's going to be an interesting weekend... |
'That'll be twelve-fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?'
The man shakes his head and opens his mouth. Thick black smoke begins pouring out, swamping us both. An eye emerges from his mouth, his own eyes fall inside his head and I can hear someone chanting my name
'Katie. Katie. Katie...'
I push myself back in my chair, unable to move. I try to scream, but I make no sound. I can feel my shoulders shaking
'Katie!'
'YEEP!'
I squeal as April jerks me awake. Thank god, just a dream...
'Katie? What's wrong?' April asks, the dim light of an electric lamp revealing her face in the dark tent.
'Oh, sorry' I say, panting a little. 'I was having a bad dream'.
'Good thing I woke you up' April smiles. 'What was it?'
'Oh, nothing too serious' I tell her. 'Anyway, what did you want?'
'I need the loo'
I sit up in my sleeping bag. The dim light is barely enough to see around me, but I can just about make it out. Our tent is a decent sized three-man tent, with three 'bedroom' pods. We've left one in the bag of course, so we've got more space in the tent itself. My pod isn't massive, but it's big enough to crouch in, and long enough to fit comfortably with space to move in my sleeping bag. Speaking of my sleeping bag, I try to subtly slide one hand inside to make sure I'm still dry. After all, it was a scary dream...
'So' April says. 'Want to come with me?'
'I, um, not really April....it's still dark out.' I press a button on my phone, bringing up the lock-screen and the clock. It's 1 in the morning. 'April it's one in the morning, didn't you go before bed?'
'No....'
'Me neither' I admit with a smirk. 'Can't you hold it?'
'I don't think so...not for much longer...'
I pull down the zipper on my sleeping bag. It slides down easily, and I fold one flap of the bag over myself, exposing myself to the cool midnight air. Well, one-in-the-morning air. It's cool enough to hit me, but not so cold it's uncomfortable. I bring my legs up and hug my knees.
'Why don't you just go behind the tent?' I ask her
'I don't want anyone seeing...'
'April, it's one in the morning! No-one is awake at one in the morning'
'We're awake...'
'We must be the only tw-'
Coughing from outside the tent shuts me up. It makes me jump a little, but more importantly it proves me wrong. I sigh and look at April, who looks back at me pleadingly.
'Just go in your sleeping bag...' I suggest, pulling my own back over my legs.
'No! I haven't got anywhere else to sleep...'
'That's what I'm gonna do'
'Prove it'
'What?'
'You won't do that, you're just trying to get me out'
She's right. As much as April is one of my best friends, being awake at one in the morning is not something I'm too receptive to. I was hoping if she thought I was willing to wet myself rather than get up she'd just leave.
'Look, sorry to wake you up and all, I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me...' She says, looking away and twiddling her fingers. How can I stay mad at that face? I smile at her when she casts her eyes my way.
'Look, I appreciate that you'd think of me, but I'll be fine' I tell her. I don't usually wet the bed at least, and I don't think I will today. 'Good night' I say, sliding my legs back into the sleeping bag.
She heads out my sleeping pod, zips it up, and I hear her padding over to the tent door and unzipping it. Things go quiet for a moment, so I lay back down and shut my eyes. Then I hear my pod unzip again and see April's face poking through
'Sure you don't need to go?'
My midnight good will is quickly running out
'April, I'm fine, just go'
'I, umm, okay...'
She walks over to the tent's exit again before stopping. I hear her hop foot to foot a couple times. Then she comes back
'Katie?'
'April.'
'I'm scared!'
Can't say I expected her to say that, it catches me off guard and I can't stop a giggle. 'Scared of what?' I ask
'I don't know...it's dark out, and I'
'You're scared of the dark?'
'No! I - well, maybe....'
I smirk again. She's so cute!
I can't believe I just thought that...
She catches me grinning. 'It's not funny!' she insists. It kinda is though.
'Alright April, I'll keep you safe' I say, climbing out my sleeping bag. She folds her arms and 'hmphs' at me, making me grin more. 'I'll take little April to the little girl's room!'
'Katie!' She moans. 'You're teasing me!' I keep smirking at her
'Come on then April' I say. 'Try not to do a wee in your pyjamas!'
She frowns at me again. It's a playful frown, not an angry frown.
'Of all the people to suggest I might wet myself' she says. 'Little miss wets-once-a-week isn't really in a place to speak'
I put one hand on her shoulder. 'Come on, let's get you to the toilet'. I say with a smirk. She grins back to me.
We both leave my pod, and I start to look for my shoes. April stands by the door, shuffling side to side.
'D-do you really need shoes?'
I look down at my bare feet. The grass is a little chilly on them, and outside the tent it's going to be a little damp - it had rained while we had been putting the tent up, and of course it stopped raining the second we'd finished. I wriggle my toes through the grass and consider it. I glance over to April, who's also barefoot, stood with one leg bent and wrapped around the other. I glance around for my shoes again. I can't see them, maybe they're under something. I get on my hands and knees and look around, moving our stuff around, behind our folding table, behind the gas stove. I can't find them, maybe I - Never mind, they're sat by the sleeping pods. I pick them up and head over to one of the folding chairs, planting myself in it and untying my shoes.
'K-Katie! Just - just come on! I need to go!'
I look at her, stood with both hands between her legs. She's pulling her pyjama shorts quite tightly with her hands, making them crease up a little. Her shorts are light grey, with a white trim. They're fairly long for pyjama shorts - they almost reach her knees. They look like they might be her brother's or something. They're pretty loose too, not restricting movement or anything, real important feature when you're lying still for eight hours or so. On top she's got a loose white short sleeved tee, nothing fancy. The bottom of the shirt rests just above her waistband and sways in the breeze.
My pyjamas consist of loose full length pants in a shade of navy blue, in sharp contrast to hers. A couple of white strings dangle down from the waistband to tighten them should I need to, and I do. The pant-legs hang around my ankles, not long enough to get wet on the ground, but long enough to brush against the grass and make them damp enough to notice. My shirt is also a short sleeve tee, white with a thick navy blue strip going around my breasts and shoulder blades. Nothing fancy, but then again I'm sleeping in it, not doing a fashion show.
I toss the shoes to one side, I'll put up with wet feet so she doesn't have to put up with wet shorts.
'I - if you really want to wear shoes you can put them on, I'll hold...'
'Nah' I say. 'You look like you might go any minute'
'Well, put them away at least so you don't lose them'
I roll my eyes. 'Thanks mum, I'll do that' I say with a cheeky smirk. She laughs back.
I pick my shoes up again and put them at the end of my sleeping pod. I glance into hers on the way back out. She's got her jeans lying to one side, drying out, with wet underwear above. She's also got around four empty bottles lying around the room
'When did you drink those?'
'Uh, sort of overnight...'
'Come on April, no wonder you need the loo....I know it's warm and all, but if you drink that much water...' She blushes and looks away again. I tut and shake my head as I walk up to her. 'Anyone would think you're trying to make yourself need to go!' She blushes again and I grin at her.
We step outside the tent, wincing slightly as the cold grass tickles our soles. That's something we'll have to get used to. I can already feel a thin layer of mud on my feet, that's something I'll need to wash off before I can go back to bed, I should have bought my shoes. Too late now...
'So where are the toilets?' I ask. April glances around, hands still tucked between her thighs. 'There's a toilet block near the camp-site entrance...'
'And we're at the far end of the camp-site'
'Yeah...'
I look at her and she grins back apologetically.
'At least the weather's nice...' she says, trying to brighten the mood'
'You mean it isn't raining' I say, looking at the sky. The air is fairly cool, the ground is wet, but at least the sky is clear. The stars do look beautiful at this time of night...
'Well, it might rain soon...' April says as we start walking soon. 'And I don't mean the weather...'
The way to the toilets at the entrance of the camp-site is a ten-fifteen minute walk, depending on how fast you go. After you reach the edge of our campsite it goes through a cut-away path through some woods, then another field (once used for cows, now used for nothing), before you eventually reach the two buildings. A farm house where the site owners live, and a water and toilet block. Communal showers, communal toilets, communal taps. Not quite the life of luxury, but it's worth it to camp out somewhere a bit quiet and also have basic necessities like water. That said, communal toilets aren't any better than public toilets...
We walk down the field, which is fairly un-eventful. There's only a couple of other tents in the field, one of them has a lit camp-fire and about six people sat around it, talking and drinking. At one in the morning. I walk normally, hardly lifting my feet of the ground with each step. April doesn't walk normally, with one hand at her crotch at all times, not quite grabbing herself, but doing everything else she can to not wet herself. She slows down when we reach the forest path
'Katie...'
'What's up?'
'I really don't want to go in there...'
I grin again. I know why, but I still ask her 'Why not?'
'It's all dark, there could be anything in there...'
'That's alright, we can go through though can't we?'
'I don't know Kate...'
'Is something the matter?'
'Katie!....I'm sca-ared!' she laughs. It's a nervous laugh, and it's the cutest thing ever, I just want to -
I have to stop thinking these things. She's a great friend, I don't know if I want to -
'You first Kate...' she says in a quieter tone. I can't say I'm not a little nervous stepping into the forest, but I try to act brave. There's something a little bit thrilling about the whole thing.
Stepping out the grass and onto the drying mud is quite a change, and not entirely a good one. Occasional stones and twigs stick out, and being so dark I can barely see them, and being barefoot I can really feel them. It must be worse for April though, she needs a wee on top of all of that.
'You might want to tip-toe through her' I whisper to April, after stepping on a stone which pressed directly into my sole, making me jump back.
'Why, do you think someone might hear us?' She asks.
'No, I stepped on a stone' I respond still whispering. I don't know why I'm whispering, it just seems right.
'Yeep!' I hear her gasp
'Told you'
'When I got on my toes I leaked!' she hisses back at me. 'We have to hurry!' I can hear her voice tremble with each word. 'I-I'll risk stepping on something...'
I keep going forward on my toes, and April keeps going forward with a hand between her legs, the other hand waving about to keep her balanced as she carefully scans the floor before she steps anywhere. A quick glance at her face tells me that she's really concentrating hard, and that if I was to push her even a little it would be hilarious.
*Nudge*
'Katie! Don't do that!' April shrieks, after slamming one foot into the dirt to keep herself from toppling over. 'If you keep doing that I might-'
She stops mid-word and I can hear her inhale sharply. She stands pigeon toed, completely tense. She has her legs apart and is pulling upwards hard with both hands. Her entire face is screwed together as she does her best to avoid -
'Thssht!'
- That. She spurts hard into her shorts, and almost immediately a gold streak of liquid sprays out one leg and onto the floor, splattering onto one foot. She grunts softly as a couple more drips fall from the now wet leg of her shorts and onto the mud. The mud is dry enough too to show a dark patch where she's wetted it. It takes a second for her shorts to realise what she's done, and a dark streak develops down one leg. She opens her eyes and looks straight at me. I do my best not to laugh out loud
'Now my hands are wet....'
'Your legs are wet too' i remind her, pointing and grinning.
'Come on, let's get moving before that h-happens again...'
I turn around and start walking again. Behind me I can hear April moaning softly with every step. It makes me smile, and I can't quite say why.
We hear a rustle in the bushes and we both freeze. I look at her, she looks at me. We stand dead still, and I hold my breath. There's no breeze, the air is mild enough to ignore, and there are no noises, save April's shallow breaths and muffled whimpers. All I can feel is the cold mud against my feet.
Neither of us move for a while, looking around.
'I-it's nothing...' I say after a long pause. 'There's noth-'
Another rustle. We freeze. Or, I freeze, April tenses hard and I hear a splatter. I daren't look over but I know she's just lost a little more.
'K-Katie?'
I don't answer
'I don't know if I can h-hold it...'
I nod and gesture to her with one hand to carry on walking. I don't move myself but I hear her footsteps come closer until she's inches from me. I can feel the heat from her before I can bring myself to say anything
'Q-quickly, l-let's get moving...'
I start walking a little faster, no longer on tip-toes and trying my best to ignore the rough ground, April shuffles along behind me.
Another rustle
I hear April whimper again, then I feel a hot splash on the back of my foot. Another drop lost. She's close enough I can hear every breath she takes.
'K-Katie...' she whispers
We're about to move again when there's another rustle, and again we freeze. I put one hand behind me to stop April moving forward
'K-Kate?'
'Yeah?'
'That's my boob'
I take my hand off, blushing. 'Sorry'
The rustles are getting close. Me and April freeze entirely. I can hear the *pat pat* of a few drops escaping April's bladder. A couple drips splash onto my heels.
More rustling, closer now
More rustling!
We can see the bush nearest to us rustle and then-
A tiny fox darts out. April yelps and jumps onto one leg, I manage to stop myself squealing. The fox goes to run back, but stops and looks at us. We look back at it, feeling very silly. It walks over to us
'Heya fella!' I whisper, crouching down. It walks over and lets me stroke its head. April looks at it and smiles. I rub behind its ears and it seems to smile at me when I do.
'You're a brave one!' I whisper to it, still stroking it. 'Most foxes would have run by now...'
'K-kate...'
'Oh yeah, let's keep going'
We carry on walking down the path, both of us feeling a bit silly, and April feeling a little bit damp. We don't talk much, where April is too concentrated on stopping any further losses. After a couple minute's walk we reach the end of the forest path
'Okay, you just need to hold on a little longer' I tell April
'I, uh, s-sure' she responds. She doesn't sound certain, and a hiss from inside her shorts tell me neither is her bladder. Another squirt lands on the ground, and some warm droplets slide down her leg. I look at her. Her shorts have a dark streak down the inside of her right leg, and her skin looks damp, even in the moon-light. She's at the point where it's obvious she's wetting herself, even though she hasn't lost too much. Not enough anyway, she's still bent double and hopping foot to foot.
'Come on April...You can make it now' I tell her, but I don't think she'll make it half way. Her shorts look like she hasn't made it already. That said, the streak is only an inch wide down the leg, but her crotch has a dark spot almost the size of a large apple. We keep going, the grass being a much more comfortable surface to walk on, although the grass does tickle a little bit.
We're about half way through the field when April has her next incident
'Kate!'
'What's wrong?'
'I c-can't hold it! I'm gonna have to-'
'Come on! We're so close!' I encourage her.
'Just let me wet my-'
'No! We're nearly there!'
'P-please, I don't mind anymore'
'April - you woke me up at one in the morning. I'm not giving up now!'
'O-okay...' she says, both hands tight between her thighs. 'F-for you...'
Before she can move I see her tense up again. Another Fsssh from inside her shorts is followed by another splash on the floor. She moans again, and then keeps forcing one foot in front of the other.
Five minutes have passed when we reach the toilet block. There are some dim lights around the block, illuminating the two of us, really showing the extent of April's shorts. There's a concrete path leading up to the toilet, nice and smooth, much easier on the feet. We both leave wet footprints behind us from the wet grass. That said, April's wet foot-prints go a little further than mine, she must be losing dribbles fairly often now. Her shorts seem to confirm that - the wet streak has almost doubled in size.
'Here we are' I tell April. When she doesn't say anything I look over to her. She's stood about a foot away from me, and we're both about twenty feet from the ladies. She's stood completely still again, staring at the floor. 'April?'
'H-help...'
I walk over to her, she gives me her hand. I take it in mine, not considering whether or not that's sweat or something else making her hand so wet. She grabs me tightly as I help her step forward. We reach the doorway and she lets go. She shudders again and a powerful FSSssshh! erupts, followed by a short yellow stream landing on the concrete. April trembles as she goes to move another foot into the bathroom.
Her foot lands on the floor. She goes to lift another. It doesn't go with her.
'Katie...'
'I'm not taking you in, that floor is filthy' I tell her, still watching as dribbles run down her legs.
'I-I-I....' She turns to me and grabs me with both hands. One hand takes my elbow, the other hand grabs my left breast. 'I can't hold it!'
Her hands squeeze hard, and her bladder must do the same. I hear a vicious FSSSHHH!! as she really clenches me. A yellow stream bursts out her shorts legs, splattering directly onto her feet. Just a short spurt, and it ends quickly, giving her time to gasp for air. As soon as she's breathed in a second time she clenches again another hiss erupts, and a longer stream spills out, splattering onto the concrete. 'I-I-I!' She stutters, but she can't get the words out. I don't know what to say. She pulls herself into me and puts her head below my chin.
'S-s-sorry!' she whimpers, her whole body on mine. I can feel her whole body tense up, I can hear the hiss, and I can feel it as she pees fiercely into her shorts. She wraps her hands around me as the contents of her bladder flush out of her, onto her legs and mine. I stand stunned as she loses control, and I wrap my own hands around her back. I hear her whimper once before her bladder squeezes again, throwing out more onto my feet and staining the bottoms of my pyjama trousers.
'April, just go...' I say to her. I feel her nod against my breasts, and then she relaxes her hands. The fierce hisses end, and a quieter, consistent hiss takes their places. Her shorts barely soak any of her pee in as it falls out of her. It streaks down both legs and pool around her feet immediately. Streams fall from the loose legs of her shorts and directly from her crotch as she accepts the inevitable. She lets go of me and wraps her hands around my waist, pulling herself into me again. I can only look down at her while she does, holding up one foot in an attempt to keep at least some of me dry. April sighs loudly as relief takes her, as she powerfully relieves herself. The puddles made by the streams from her shorts begin to merge into one, surrounding her and reaching my one foot on the floor, soaking around my toes. Her face feels like fire against my chest, even through my shirt. She shudders a couple times, each time accompanies by a fiercer hiss, until eventually the splatters and splashes fall silent. She hugs me a little longer, before pulling back. She steps back and leans against the toilet-block wall, legs dripping the occasional yellow drip. I take a look at her shorts, the wet stain now covering the entire insides of the legs and spreading up the seat. The puddle on the floor is huge, it had grown to surround the two of us, my feet included. I'm still stood in the puddle, waiting to be able to make sense of things. She blushes and grins, as if proud of her accomplishment
'I, uh, sorry...' April giggles, blushing brightly. 'I c-couldn't hold it...'
'I noticed' I tell her. 'You sure held me though...'
She smirks and looks down.
'You know' I say. 'The reason I didn't go in the toilet was to avoid getting someone else's pee on my feet'
April giggles and joins me back in the puddle. I put my dry foot back into it. She walks close to me and takes my hands in hers. S-she's going to kiss me again!
She looks me in the eyes and I blush. I get ready to feel her press her face into mine. She blushes back. I close my eyes.
'Come on then' she says. I open my eyes. She's still smiling at me with my hands in hers. 'We'd better head back'
'I- Oh! Umm, yeah, of c-course'
I was so certain she'd -
Ahem
N-not that it's what I want, or-or anything. I just thought she m-might. B-because, you know - she'd done it before. It's n-not like I want her to....
We keep looking at each other, even having decided to move. I can feel my hands shaking in anticipation of what might happen. April looks cool and relieved, though that might be because she's just relieved herself down her legs.
'Sorry about getting you all wet' she says to me, leaning closer. S-she is going to kiss me!
'I just couldn't hold back...' she goes on, putting one wet foot onto mine. I blush again. She smiles at me, eyes half closed. I-I don't know w-what to say...
'And I can't hold back now...' she says, almost a whisper. Her face draws even closer to mine. Then she does it.
She presses her lips into mine again. Fingers intertwined, one foot on my own, she kisses me. We close our eyes at the same time and let ourselves be lost in the moment. She runs her foot against my leg a few times, letting it rest carefully back on my foot. I gladly kiss her back. We hold our hands at about shoulder height, our fingers clutching onto each others hands. She slowly pulls away and lets her eyes open. I do the same. Her face is a hot pink, and I imagine mine isn't much different
'L-lost in the moment?' I ask her, with a soft smile. She nods as she steps back. Then the world seems to hit her.
'I-I-I....We should, uh, head back....'
'April...'
'I, just, I - .....a little carried away....' she stutters, stumbling on her own words and scratching the back of her head. She looks to the floor.
'D-don't worry about it' I say to her, grinning.
'W-we should....we should head back....' April says, still red in the face.
It takes about fifteen minutes to reach the tent again, neither of us saying anything - none of us know what to say. By the time we reach the tent, April's shorts look a little drier - the once glistening stain is now a duller, softer grey. It still almost surrounds both her legs and covers her backside though. We stop as we reach the tent flap. She turns to me, grinning
'You okay?'
'I just gotta - '
She's interrupted by a splashing sound as she releases what has built up in her bladder since we left the toilet. Not a lot, but it's enough to streak down both legs, leaving wet lines over her feet, and pouring out her short's legs. She smiles blissfully as it runs out of her.
'Thought I'd get that out the way before we head back inside' she smiles at me. 'I won't try kissing you this time though...' she says, blushing and smiling. I blush and smile back.
We pull the flap over ourselves and head back inside the tent.
'Well, we'd better get some sleep' says April, looking almost disappointed.
'Maybe don't sleep in those wet pyjamas' I say to her, pointing at her shorts. She laughs
'You could be right!' she says, taking her shirt off. She pulls it over her head, and puts it onto one of the chairs. She looks at me, as if waiting for a response.
'Well, I kinda meant take of the wet stuff' I say with a grin. She grins back, and pulls them down. She steps out of them and holds them up. She's stood naked in front of me, holding her very wet shorts, a couple drips falling off them where she'd decided to wet them again before coming in.
'Alright then' I say to her. 'Good night'
She looks at me with a grin. 'Good night Katie!'
I'm about to head into my sleeping pod when she leans forward and pecks me, straight on the lips, catching me off guard. Just a quick peck, but it's enough for us to both blush red again.
She smiles and heads into her own pod, zipping it up behind her. I'm still stood outside, stunned.
I climb back into my pod, then into my sleeping back. A few wet stains on my pyjamas doesn't bother me too much, and I lie back, feeling very strange about myself.
As I lie there, beginning to drift of, I can't help but feel excited for the next day... |
'That'll be twelve-fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?'
I shake my head and hand over the cash, a ten and a five. The cashier takes the money, puts it in the till and hands me the change
'Thank you, see you soon' she says
I smile and say 'thanks' before me and April leave the camp-site store. We've just picked up a few things, some food (April forgot to pack food) and a thermal flask so we can have tea when we want it. Those things are surprisingly expensive.
'How do you manage to not pack food, April?' I ask playfully. She blushes and grins at me
'Wasn't thinking about food...' she says, smiling.
'What were you thinking of?'
'You!'
I blush deeply! I can't believe she said that! I don't know what to say!
'You're so cute when you do that!' April says, smiling at me. I blush harder.
We reach our tent after a short walk, leaving the food next to the gas-stove. I slump down in one of the folding chairs, April takes a seat on the folding table next to me. I lift up one leg and flick bits of dirt of my bare foot.
'So, anything you wanted to do today?' April asks me.
'I don't know, we could see what's around' i suggest
'That sounds alright. I hear there's a nice restaurant near by, we could head there'
I nod. 'That sounds nice!'
'I was thinking we could head up around 5 tonight, just the two of us...' April says, trying to look confident and calm, but I can see she's absolutely nervous! Look! She's blushing!
'I'd love to April!' I say to her, grinning, and feeling myself blush. She smiles back, turning pink as she does.
I rest my leg on top of the other, foot pointing toward April. She's still grinning. She's trying not to, she's trying to look calm and collected. She's not succeeding though, she's giddy as a schoolgirl! She's giggling now too! I love her!
...I love her.....
....I love her!
I repeat that phrase in my head. It's not something I ever really thought about, being like this with another girl....but it just seems....right....Not because she's a girl, but because she's April. I've only known her for as long as we've been at uni together, but we'd been fast friends! And now, we were going to be so much more....and it feels right!
'Everything alright Katie?' April asks, knocking me out of my haze. 'You look miles away?'
'Huh? I'm fine!' I say to her, blushing again 'Tell me about the restaurant'
She begins telling me about the place, it's got three Michelangelo stars, so you know it's going to be good! It's a little out the way, which means it'll probably be quiet. It overlooks the old town of Libra hills from atop a hill, funnily enough. It was an old farmhouse, but it's been converted. I'm really looking forward to it now...
'April! Come on! We have to get going!'
April's still getting dressed, inside her sleeping pod. Usually she's not shy about being nude around me, but today she wanted to surprise me. I think she'd been planning this whole camping trip miles ahead, and luckily for her everything's going to plan! Well, except the occasional accident, right? But not everything goes to plan I guess...
'Ready Katie?' She calls, pulling the zip on her pod
'I've been ready for the past half hour!'
We'd both had a shower in the shower block, we'd both told a confused old man he was in the woman's shower block, we'd both booked a table, and now we were both about to leave. April must of had some foresight, she'd bought my best clothes! Well, I say best, I mean my least casual. My grey work skirt, loose fitting and swaying around my thighs, my least laddered tights, a pair of brown shoes, and a white shirt. I look more like I'm going to an office than to a dinner. Oh, here she comes out her pod now!
She stands in the middle of the tent's main space and does a twirl. She's wearing a grey pinafore dress, white shirt, brown smart shoes, and white knee-socks. The dress hangs around the mid-point of her thighs. She looks like she's going to an office too...
'Hey, isn't that mine?' I ask her
She looks shiftily to one side
'no...'
'Yes it is!' I say, smirking. 'That's my dress!'
'S-sorry, I got my clothes at the last minute, my old dress is too big on me now...'
'That's fine!' I tell her. 'It really suits you anyway!'
'Thanks Katie!' she says, grinning. 'It's a little short on me'
'No, you're just too tall for it!'
We grin at each other.
'Right, you ready now?' I ask
She nods.
'Let's go then!' I say, not hiding my enthusiasm.
'Yep!' She says, getting out her car keys. We head out the tent, close the flap behind us and lock the zips together. We both know the lock combination of course. We're about to get into the car when I get a familiar urge
'Hey, April? Could we stop off at the toilet block first?'
'No'
I laugh. 'What do you mean no?'
'I mean no!'
She grins at me like she's telling me something. What ever it is I don't get it. I open the car door and slide into the seat
'What do you mean no, April?' I ask again
'We're in a bit of a rush' she tells me. 'You can go when we get there, okay?'
'Hnn, okay...'
'Good!' She says, turning the key in the ignition. 'We'll be there in half an hour'
'Half an hour!?'
She smirks at me again, same look as before. Is she getting at something?
We pull out from our car's spot, spitting up some wet grass as the tyres don't quite hold initially.
I sit in my chair squirming. When we pass the toilet block I can't help but look a little longingly at it, stopping only when I catch April grinning at me.
'Do you really need to go that bad?' She asks
'Yes!' I say, assuming she's about to stop and let me go.
'Well, you can make it half an hour!' she tells me. No I can't!
'April!' I protest. She smiles at me again. 'I need to pee!'
She smiles as she presses on the pedal and the car pulls out the campsite onto the main road. Well, it's hardly a main road, it's just the biggest dirt road. Being a dirt road it's a little bumpy, and with a bladder like mine that's could be an issue. I'm already squirming in my seat, with one hand between my thighs, one large bump and I might -
*Thunk*
The car goes over a pothole and jars quite nastily, and I slam my hands into the door and the chair to stabilise myself! It's only a second that the car jumps, but it's long enough that the contents of my bladder make a break for freedom! I shoot a tiny jet into my knickers, and as soon as the car is driving smoothly again I've slammed my hands onto the source. I only just manage to hold it back, and April seems to notice.
'You alright?'
'I peed!' I blurt out
'Huh, that bad?'
I nod, one eye open, the other clamped shut, hands between my thighs. There's no wet spot on my grey skirt somehow, and I'm quite surprised. So is April, judging by her face
'Think you'll make it to the restaurant?'
'N-no!'
She sighs and leans back, as if she's a little disappointed. She looks at me again. 'Absolutely sure?'
I can't say anything, but I manage a forced nod as another spurt escapes, encouraged to by the first.
'Alright, I'll pull the car over' She says. She slows down and pulls to the side of the road. I open the door, get into a squat, and hike my skirt up, baring my grey tights to the world. Well, the bushes. With my other hand I pull my tights halfway down my thighs. My bladder squeezes hard and I decide that my underwear is about to be collateral. A fierce hiss erupts as I pee powerfully into my knickers, the heat flooding my - err - myself, and the liquid splattering onto the dirt floor. Even though I'm squatting down the pee manages to splash up tiny brown flicks of warm mud which speckle the backs of my heels. The relief hits me like a tank and I can't hold back a relieved sigh and I roll back my eyes. I catch April watching me with intently, but I'm too relieved to care right now! The relief I'm getting from this is amazing, even if it is soaking my backside and ruining my clean knickers. I open my eyes and grin blissfully, catching April still staring at me, entranced. I wink at her, she doesn't notice
'April?' I say, my bladder still draining
'Hn? Yeah?'
'You okay?'
'G-great!' she says. She's blushing a warm red, and trying to look like she isn't...aroused?
'April?'
'Yeah?'
'Does this....'
'Does this what?'
I finish peeing and stand up. I face toward the car, giving April a frontal view of my soaked underwear. I can't see her face for the roof of the car, but something tells me she's impressed. I pull on my knickers and let them slap back on, flicking a couple pale yellow drips off myself. I bend down and pull up my tights, and then let my skirt fall over them again. I climb back inside, careful not to step in the fresh puddle.
'Did that tu - it's nothing....' I say. I was going to ask her something, but I'm looking too much into things.
'Did it what?'
'Oh, ha! It's nothing, I thought maybe....'
'Maybe what?'
'Maybe that me, err, going, was...turning you on?' I say, looking at her. She blushes, but her face stays still. 'Ha! Crazy, I know, why would it-'
'Yes.'
'What?'
She blushes bright red again, and looks forward in the car. I shut the door, and she drums her fingers on the wheel.
'I-I-it does.....' She manages to say. Somehow she blushes more.
'It turns you-'
'It arouses me!' she blurts out. 'I-I-I find it amazing when you wet yourself!'
I'm a little stunned. I mean, I think the relief is great and all but I don't.....well, I might.....a little.....
'S-sorry...' she says, looking at her lap.
'N-not a-'
'Not a normal thing, I-I know!' she interrupts. 'I m-mean, it's just pee right? Who would-'
'April'
She looks to me again
'If you like it....' I say. She looks like she's about to tear up. '....then I'll do it for you.....'
I didn't think I was going to say that! I thought I was going to tell her that it was okay, or that I didn't mind! But my mouth is doing its own thing now! Like it's doing right now! My lips are moving toward her, and....
....and we kiss
I lean into her and kiss her, the heat from her blush almost burning me. It catches her off guard, and when I pull back to look at her she's stunned. Eyes wide open, like a scared rabbit. I smile at her and blush. She smiles back and leans into me, and we kiss again. I can feel her eyelashes twitch as she closes her eyes, and her hand pressing gently against my cheek. Her tongue bursts out from her lips and then through mine, I wrap my tongue around hers, and we-
*BWEEEEE*
We jerk back! Still blushing bright red! We snap our heads forward and look out the window! It takes us a moment to realise that April had managed to bash her elbow into the car's horn, and we laugh when we realise. We finish laughing after a short while, and our eyes lock again. We lean in for one more quick kiss, and then we fall back in our chairs. April puts her foot down and we pull out again
'So, you aren't put off by my, err, thing?' April asks, after a five minute silence.
'I, well, no...' I say, looking over to her. She's still driving so she doesn't look to me, but she still blushes. 'I mean, if I'm honest....I sort of like it....'
I feel myself blush as I admit that. It feels good to say it, to admit it. It begins to dawn on me that I held myself for so long, so often, because....I enjoyed it.....I looked back on times I'd deliberately held on rather than using a toilet, so often resulting in accidents...When I was in secondary school I came home wet almost as often as I didn't, I often held till I couldn't while revising (or playing Dark Souls), resulting in wet chairs...only now did I really realise how much I'd enjoyed those times. At the times I'd told myself I didn't enjoy it, and that I was just silly. But now I've admitted to liking it...
'Y-You mean it?' April says, cutting into my thoughts. 'Y-you aren't just saying it for me?'
'N-no - I really do....'
She turns to me again, still blushing but trying her best to look unphased by it all. She's got a big silly grin she's trying to hide
'If that's the case' She says, looking back to the road. 'Then we're going to have a fun night!'
'What do you mean?' I ask, my heart jumping.
'I thought we'd make a little challenge out of tonight...Only if you want to of course!'
I nod to her. 'Tell me what you're thinking'
We make a right turn and the dirt floor gives way to a concrete car park.
'I'm thinking we aren't going to use the toilet at all tonight!'
I grin at her. I've never been so excited to not use a toilet!
'That said' she goes on. 'You've already pee'd, so we should make this fair. We both go when we're in, but not again until we get back!'
'Deal!' I say, way more eagerly than I thought I was going to. I can't help it! I'm excited!
We step out the car, shutting the doors behind us and walking to the entrance. The doors are both mahogany, with brass handles, and flawlessly clean windows. We push open a door each and head inside. A waitress leads us to our table, tells us about the specials of the day, and hands us a menu before walking away
'I though we were going to the loo?' I say to April.
'Yeah, we're just going to let her know what drink's we're ordering first' April says, wriggling a little in her chair.
The waitress heads back and asks what drinks we want. We start off ordering a couple glasses of lemonade, we'll drink wine with our food. She nods and leaves. We head to the bathrooms. We open the door and head in - the room is empty. There are two stalls. I go for one, April goes for the other. We share a quick kiss and head into the stalls to use the toilets. Tonight's about to get fun!
The night's been going well, we had some starters each, with a pint of lemonade. The food's expensive and the portions are a bit on the small side, but the quality makes up for it. Our main meal is a bit larger, and the food is fantastic! We took our time eating, making sure to finish a couple bottles of wine between us. By the time we've finished, things are feeling a little fuzzy, and we're feeling pretty full. Bladders and stomachs. We decide to have a cheeky night cap each and pass on dessert.
The waitress heads over with our nightcaps, a double Irish whiskey each, and the bill. April's way past the point of driving home, so we've agreed to get a taxi. We can come and pick up the car tomorrow, when we're a little less less giggly and a little more legally allowed to drive...
Of course that this point we're both squirming in our chairs, and we've both got a hand below the table at all times. I know I'm using mine to hold myself, and I assume April's doing the same.
'Sso!, bottoms up!' April slurs to me, grinning.
I grin back and raise my glass to her
'C-cheers!'
We both take a drink, finishing about half the glass. A quick shudder as the alcohol hits us, and we look at each other smiling again. We finish the glass and leave the money on the table. The waitress comes over, thanks us, and takes the money. We're free to leave!
April stands up and nearly staggers over, making me giggle. She giggles too when she regains her balance
We walk outside, April taking her phone out her pocket and dialling the number for a local taxi firm.
'How're you holding?' I ask her. She smiles and gives me an okay sign with her hands. Her squirms tell me otherwise though.
'H-hello?' She says on the phone. 'At taxsi please....to the, err (She turns around to read the name of the restaurant), the Washington Reshtaurant, please, to Libra Hills campsites....thanks....'
She hangs up and looks to me, giving me a nod and a thumb up like she's done something impressive. I grin at her and fold my arms. My arms don't stay folded for long though, I have to let one fall back to my crotch to hold on. It's getting harder to keep dry now, and it looks like April can't hold her drinks quite as well as I'm managing. Even then, I've got more than just a buzz.
'Great night, ain't it?' April says to me, trying not to slur as we wait in the car park. She leans against the wall of the restaurant, trying to look casual but I think she's trying not to fall over.
'Yyeah...' I say. 'Really clear sky too....You can see the stars so clearly....'
She looks up and smiles.
'Huh, yeah, you can!' She looks back at me. 'They sure are pretty...'
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me to her, and I can almost hear what she's going to say
'Nnot as pretty as you though' She says, smiling. She closes her eyes and moves in. I do the same, and our lips touch. She pulls my head into hers, and our tongues wrap around each other. I caress her back with my hands, managing to ignore my screaming bladder. We pull back after a short while, smiling softly at each other
'Do I get points for guessing that you'd say that?' I ask, grinning. She grins back.
'I might reward you when we get back' she says, hands still around my neck
After a short wait and some star-gazing the taxi arrives in the car park. By now April can barely sit still, squirming and rocking side to side, both hands planted between her legs. I'm squirming myself too, one hand between my thighs
We walk over to the taxi, doing our best to act like we aren't about to flood our skirts. Well, my skirts, April's still wearing mine.
We both take seats in the back, feeling a bit sorry for the driver, who rolls his eyes when two drunk girls slump in the back of his car. Poor guy, and at this time of night too!
'That's to the Libra hills campsite right?' the man says.
'Yesh' April says, playing up how drunk she is. I can almost feel the guy sighing.
'If either of you are sick, you're paying for the clean up' he says sternly
'We'll try not to be' April says, her acting could win her an award. 'But I do feel a little bit like I might-'
'Nope. Out. Get out' He says, cutting April off.
'What? No, dude! Sorry, I was playing!' Aprils bursts, suddenly sounding much more sober. Still a little slurred, but she could pass.
The driver glares at us, not sure he believes her.
'We aren't going to make a mess' I say to him. He seems to take my word for more than Aprils. He nods at me and begins driving
'Sorry and all girls, but I can't be doing with that sort of thing' He says to us. 'This is my own car, and I don't want to clear that out the seats'
'No worries, we get you!' April says to him. 'I wouldn't want that either'
'You had me worried there' He says. 'The amount of times I've had to clear out some sort of bodily fluids from this car...The smell never really goes away'
'It smells fine to me' April says. It doesn't really though, there's a definite odour of stale urine in the car. It's well masked though, I can only notice it if I focus.
I look over to April. She looks to me a bit urgently, pointing at her bladder with one hand - the other one is buried between her legs.
Somehow we make the taxi ride back dry. The taxi pulls up to the entrance of the campsite, and we open the doors and get out. I step out, April sort of throws herself out and lands on all fours. The driver looks at her wearily
'You two gonna be okay now?' He asks
'Should be, thanks for putting up with us'
'No worries, see you'
He turns away and drives off. April stands up, one hand between her legs, and her legs crossed over. She bobs up and down in front of me.
'Something the matter April?' I ask, knowing the answer already
'N-No! I'm fine!' She says, looking at me. She's lying of course, I can tell because she shudders hard and a spurt of pee hits the floor. As she stands bent double, the wet stain begins to form between her hands. Still looking me in the eye, she says 'Now I'm fine'
We start walking down to our tent, bobbing and squirming. By the time we reach the forest bit, I'm feeling the first few waves that are followed by losing control
Each step is harder to take than the last, particularly for April, who is barely shuffling along at this point. I stop and look at her. She doesn't notice me stop, and is still shuffling slowly
'April?'
'Y-yeah?' She manages to say
'How're you feeling?'
'I-I Gotta go!'
I smile at her. She shudders again and a jet escapes her, splattering against the dirt floor. She shudders again and moans, and a seconds and third spurt erupt from her. A small glistening stream runs down one of her legs, soaking into the top of her sock and leaving a yellowish stain. She manages to hold back, but only just. I look at her, and she looks pleadingly at me.
'What's wrong April? It getting too much?'
She nods.
I take her hands in mine - they're very wet and April's a bit reluctant to let me take them. I hold them a second, and a subtle hiss tells me why she was so reluctant
She winces as she looks me in the eye, and a gentle hiss shatters the silence in the woods. She hasn't quite given up, but she seems to have lost control - her bladder is releasing on its own. Her hands squeeze mine and she tenses up again, the soft hiss becoming fierce quickly. She whimpers softly and a stream pounds into the dirt. Smaller streams streak her thighs and stain her socks, running down into her shoes. She crosses one leg over the other, catching her dress - my dress - between her legs. The grey material is quickly stained almost black as urine soaks through it. I pull her toward me and wrap my hands around her waist, her stream now pattering onto my shoes and soaking into the shins of my tights. She hugs me back and I can feel her body relax as she lets go. I rub one hand over her backside, holding the dress to her skin and letting it soak up what it can, quickly growing warm, dark and damp. I slide one leg between her two, holding them apart now, and she loses any resistance. With a muffled whimper she pees fiercely straight through her underwear and onto my knee, the hot liquid spilling over it and down my shins. It feels amazing! The silence of the woods, cut away by the splattering of April's pee onto the floor, and the soft moans she lets out as she pees. As the splashes begin to slow down and her bladder finishes emptying itself, I push April's face up by her chin with one finger
'That feel good?'
She nods, tears in her eyes from the relief. I smile.
'It looked good'
I put one arm around her shoulder and we keep walking toward our tent. April is very much out of breath, and its getting harder and harder for me to hold back. A leak or two reach my knickers before I reach our tent. When we do reach the tent, April stops me.
'So, Katie'
'Yeah?'
'You've enjoyed tonight, right?'
'Of course!' I say. This nights been the best night of my life! This whole trip in fact.
'I'm glad' she says, smiling at me, eyes half closed. 'I, I...'
'You what?'
'I love you'
I saw it coming, but it still hits me hard. To hear her say it, it's so heartwarming. She loves me! And I love her! I should tell her -
'I love you too, April'
She pulls me toward her again and kisses me, rubbing her wet hands over my back. She pulls back from me and smiles
'I think we should head inside before someone has an accident' She says.
I'm about to have one too, I can't hold back a leak before she manages to open the tent flap. We walk inside, or more accurately I shuffle inside, April walks. We stand in the tent's open space, and she closes the flap again. I'm stood hopping foot to foot
'Your turn!' she says to me, grinning. Rather than let go I grab her by the shoulders and push my face into hers, catching her off guard and kissing her passionately! The initial surprise passes her, and she kisses back, our tongues meeting again. I push her to the floor of the tent, and sit on top of her. She looks up at me and grins
'My turn!' I say with a sly look, and as the next desperate wave hits me I let myself go! I sit on top of April's belly and a hissing erupts as I let my bladder drain! It cascades through my panties and tights, which offer little to no resistance. A stream of pee lands on April's chest, soaking into her dress and running down her. She grins and pulls me down, and I land on the wet patch, which squishes slightly. I kiss her again as I pee. She pushes her waist up and lets pee run up her torso, soaking her shirt and her dress, a few streaks emerging again when they reach the neck. Below her a puddle forms, soaking into the grass. I try to resist grinning as a wave of relief floods over me, the way I'm flooding over April. I can feel her lips smile against mine as she realises what's happening. She opens her mouth and our tongues wrap around each other again, and I run a hand up and over her soaking chest, stopping as I reach her breast. Where she has me pushed up at the waist, pee begins running down my own chest, soaking into my shirt and dripping of onto April. It streaks up my chest and runs out through the neck of my shirt, dripping down onto April along the way. She runs her own hand up and over my chest, mirroring my own movements. As my bladder reaches empty, my legs begin to feel weak, and I fall on top of April. She kisses me again, wrapping her hands around my back and holding me to her. We kiss passionately again, then I roll off onto the floor, splashing in my own puddle. I'm too exhausted to move...
We lie together for a short while, until my puddle starts to cool. When it does, we both get up, kiss, and get undressed. It's too late for us to carry on, and the drinks are having their toll on us now.
'You ready for bed?' April asks me, kissing my chin. I nod. She pulls me into her tent pod, the both of us nude, and we land on top of her sleeping bag. She hugs me from behind, letting her hand wander down me and caressing me gently. I moan softly as she runs her hand over me, but soon she's fallen asleep. I'll have to remember not to get her drunk again if I want to go further. That said, it's been a fun night. And there's always tomorrow... |
'That'll be twelve-fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?'
The man shakes his head and hands be the cash, a ten and a five. I hit the button on the till and put in the notes, pull out the change, and hand the man his change.
I don't bother saying anything this time, not like he'd stay to listen. As the automatic doors close behind him though I see him look back as if something wasn't right...
It's been a short while since anything interesting has happened. Haven't wet myself at work recently, spent some time studying with April. And by studying I mean avoiding studying and doing other things. I'll let you imagine the things we get up to.
And of course today is just another day at work. Well, a day at work in the middle of a heat wave. Temperature is almost twice what I'm used to down here, far too hot...
Still, April bought me a desk fan for work, so at least I've got this tiny thing blowing in my face all day. I kinda need it, without it I'd be soaked. In sweat that is.
It's been a bit of a boring few weeks really. With the heatwave, everyone is too warm to get anything done, and a lot of people are staying home. Of course I don't get that choice, unless I don't want to be able to buy food and pay rent. And as warm as it is, I'd rather be able to survive than not get too sweaty. Sometimes you need to put things into perspective
I lean back in my chair and resist the urge to put my feet up on the counter. Margret's already annoyed that I'm in shorts and sandals, they're both sort of against regulations. She won't do anything about it though, she's wearing sandals too. Shorts aren't really against regulations, but mine are a bit on the short side, but in this weather I don't care. Perspective again - I'd rather people looked at me than melting. And any way, under the desk, no-one can really see what I'm wearing, unless they leaned over the counter to take a look
I take my bottle of Soda and take a swig. This is my third already, I've just been downing them in this heat. I don't need the toilet though, just got back in fact. second time today, and we only get two toilet breaks. Luckily for me, I'm only in for another couple of hours, but I better start rationing the drinks anyway. I've already got through half a six pack in just my first three hours. Three more sitting by, which I'll probably take home if I'm sensible enough not to drink them all.
I take another few drinks from the bottle. It's gone from full to half full in just a minute or so with me drinking like that. So much for rationing it. As I put it down I see a customer come up. Girl, about my age, in a white summer dress. I think I recognise her...Oh yeah! It's Charlotte! She's in my history class! She looks different with her glasses off and her hair down. I don't know her too well, but she did once wet herself next to me in a lecture. I think she's been avoiding eye-contact ever since, and I can't blame her. It can be embarrassing, especially on the first day.
She puts two large bottles of lemonade on the till, followed by a microwave dinner, some instant noodles and a four-pack of cleaning sponges. Then she looks at me. The second our eyes meet she blushes bright red and glances away. I force myself to hold back a smirk - I don't want to embarrass her any more than she is. Firstly she seems like a nice girl, secondly she might catch fire. I probably would in this heat if I so much as blushed.
She takes in a deep breath then looks at me again. I give her a warm smile and she smiles back, turning a little redder
'Uhh, I, um, hello' She says, trying to give me eye contact while also trying to look anywhere but my eyes
Heya Charlotte, how are you?' I say to her.
She blushes even redder as she realises I recognise her. She looks at her feet
'Fine!' she squeaks.
'Something the matter?' I ask, pretending I don't remember her accident. I know they can be embarrassing and all, but I don't think I'd ever respond like this. That said, I might if I'd wet myself so close to someone that they ended up almost as wet on the first day I'd met them. I remember how warm it felt as it ran up to my leg and then up and down my thighs. I'd glanced down to see what it was, then looked over to the side to catch her with both hands between her legs, holding back whimpers. Poor girl
She looks back up at me, still red as before. I flash her a grin that seems to calm her down. She closes her eyes, takes in a deep breath, and looks at me.
'Umm, Kate? I wanted to say that I'm sorry for when I.....you know.....wet my-'
'Don't worry about it Charlotte!' I say to her. 'Could of happened to anyone!'
She seems relieved by my response. I smile at her again.
'Anyway, that was months ago!' I say
'Month ago' She corrects me. 'It was last month'
'Certainly made the lecture more interesting'
She giggles, and I start running her stuff over the scanner. She's bought the cheap store-brand lemonade, surprisingly good for the price. I mean it's not great but when you're on a student budget you take what you can get. I begin swiping over the food she's bought, same story for them too. Decent for the price.
'That's seven-forty' I say to her. 'D'you want a bag?'
'Please' she says, nodding. I hand her one and take the money from her. She starts putting the stuff in her bag as I put the cash away and hand her the change.
'See you next lecture Charlotte!' I say to her as she finished packing. She smiles
'Y-yeah, see you then!' she says back. She picks up her bag and heads out. I grab my drink from under my desk and take another swig. Or many. Okay, I finish the bottle. As I pull the now empty bottle from my lips I look into it and realise I may have made a poor choice. Still, I'm fine for now. Let's hope I stay that way...
As the hour drags on I realise the extent of my poor decision. As I lean over to take another drink out the bag from off the floor, the pressure on my bladder makes me realise how much I have to go. Nothing crazy, I can still hold for now. It's like a, err, six, out of ten. If ten is wetting myself anyway. I certainly feel the urge to go, and if it weren't for work I'd be heading over to the loos. How much more work do I have anyway? I glance at my watch.
One hour thirty.
In half an hour I've gone from fine to quite desperate. Good. I should be considering this as I unscrew the bottle and take a swig from the next bottle, but it's too hot!
I gotta hold it for another 90 minutes....and I'm just adding more to an already quite full bladder. As I pull the now empty bottle from my lips I realise that I might be an idiot.
No! Wait! I'm a genius! Empty bottle!
I glance around the shop. Empty. Margret's in her office. There's no-one coming in. There's no one walking about the aisles. Good! I take the bottle to my legs and wedge in inside one of the short legs. The shorts are my loose light brown pair, I've worn them here before. In fact I've wet them here before, the last time I'd decided to try using a bottle as an emergency loo. As the plastic sticks to my slightly sweaty thighs, I'm reminded of that time.
*Bzzt!*
The power cuts out! Lights go off, fan dies, and I jump so hard I jam the bottle into myself! Ouch! I wince and pull the bottle out and rub myself with the other hand...that really hurt...
I take a quick look around the shop again. Margret pokes her head out her office and looks over. I move my hand away from my legs so she doesn't get any ideas, and look at her hoping to get an answer. She gives me the same look. She leans back in the window and heads out the office door over to me. There's no-one else in, so she doesn't really have a choice of who to wander over to, and she looks like she doesn't like that fact.
'What's happened?' I ask her before she can ask me. Her face drops when she realises I know just as much as she does
'I was hoping you'd know' she sighs, leaning against the counter. 'Might have to close up for the day if it the power doesn't come back on soon'
'Probably just a powercut' I say. 'Should be back online soon enough'
She nods at me.
'Yeah I guess' she sniffs. 'Alright then, stay seated for now, I'll see if I can't call anyone up'
'You can't, power's down' I remind her. She looks at me funny.
'Oh yeah' She says, trying not to admit to making a mistake. 'I'll just, err, see if there's anything I can do in the office'
She pulls herself off the counter and heads back over. While she's not watching I put one hand between my legs. It's been a long time since the last power cut. I kinda thought they were a thing of the past, but here I am, sat in the dark. Well, not dark, it's still bright out and the light shines through the windows lighting the place up more than the electric lights do at this time of day. And as one might expect, that means it's also really warm, and now I'm realising how much I need that fan. I'm starting to sweat already and I haven't even moved. Just the heat doing this now...
I pick up another bottle. Am I really going to do this? I've already established that I need the toilet, but it's also really hot. And I'm thirsty. I'm also starting to sweat.
Okay, that's the kicker. I twist off the lid and drink. After about half the bottle is down me, I put the lid back on and put the bottle on the counter. On the one hand, the cold drink is quite a relief in this heat. On the other hand, it also hits my bladder like an anvil. Not great. I pick up the bottle again
Don't worry, I've got the sense not to drink any more. I press the half full bottle against my forehead. The plastic curves nicely over my head, like a hard-plastic cushion, and the cool drink laps side to side in the bottle. The quiet swilling is just enough to make me really need the toilet, but the coolness of the drink means I'm going to be holding it there until either the power comes back on or I'm told by Margret I can leave.
It must be my lucky day, five minutes has passed and the power's still out. Margret heads out her office with a look of resignation
'Power's still off' she say, walking over. She reaches me and leans over on the counter. 'That means you're free to-'
*Click*
The lights come back on, the electric till boots up again, and my little fan starts whirring once again. Margret looks at me and grins.
'Never mind' She says, heading back to the office.
I drop my head to the counter. Then I immediately bring it back up as the angle I'm at causes my bladder pressure to absolutely spike. One hand slams between my legs without me even thinking, and I come that close to losing a dribble.
Alright. There's not other choice now. I can either wet myself or....
I pick up a bottle and look around. Empty. Good. Once again I look down between my legs. It's now or never. And by never I mean in my shorts.
I undo the button and then the zipper, glancing around constantly in fear of being seen. I push my backside forward in my chair, and then I lean back. Using one hand I hold the mouth of the bottle against myself. It's still a little damp with soda, and the wet touch nearly pushes me over the edge, but I hold it back with a wince. I breathe in deeply and look around once more. This is it...
I relax!
It takes a couple seconds for my bladder to realise I'm being serious and that it's free to go. A small dribble runs out of me and into my shorts, but quickly a stream begins. Relief begins to sweep over me as a pale yellow stream hisses out and splatters surprisingly loudly into the plastic bottle. I blush and keep looking around as I empty my bladder, realising I should of got something to mask the sound like I was going to last time. Still, no-one' in so I can pee as loudly as I can. The bottle's nearly half full again, and a shiver of relief runs up my spine. I can't hold back a sigh and a grin...
I'm ready to completely start peeing hard when I hear the front door open! I clamp my bladder shut, the fierce heat hitting me as my bladder does it's best to keep itself going. I pull the bottle back as the stream slows to a dribble, releasing a couple drops into my shorts. I hold the bottle under the table and try to screw the lid on quickly as I can, getting my hand a little wet in the process. The wet touch, combined with me forcing myself to stop, is too much for me and a quick squirt escapes me. With the lid on, I slam a hand down to reinforce my bladder's efforts - and luckily it works. I wince for a second as I regain total control, trembling with effort. When I calm down I heave a sigh of relief, and move my hand away. I look down to assess the damage.
A small wet spot, between my backside and the chair. Not noticeable unless I stand up, but it'll probably be quite obvious when I do. I just hope the heat evaporates it in the time I have before I can leave. I look to the bottle. The contents are kinda clear, with a tint of yellow. I've drank enough today that it's near enough to water in the bottle, but I still wouldn't want to drink it. I tighten the lid, grasping the half full bottle in one hand. It's really warm...
I look back up to see who it was that came in. No-one I recognise, lucky for me. I place the bottle on the floor with the other 3, hoping that no-one will notice a clear bottle next to three soda bottles...
I pick up the hand sanitise - we all are require to have one at our tills now after some woman made a massive fuss that someone touched her vegetables without washing their hands first. Because you know, it's not like you're meant to wash vegetables before you cook them or anything...Either way, I'm sure that customer who just came in will be pleased to know I won't be getting pee on anything I handle.
I watch the man walk around the store, picking things off the shelves and putting them either in his basket or back on the shelves. I wriggle my legs under the desk. I've just let out quite a lot, but now that my bladder's felt some relief it want all the relief...
I lean down and pick up a bottle. It feels half empty. I look at it, just to make sure it's soda. It is, so I undo the lid and take a drink from it. Not much, just the rest of the bottle. Not a smart move in immediate hind-sight.
I drop the bottle on the floor with the other 2 empty ones. There would be three empty ones but I've half filled one of them. Well, half filled it, and my bladder's begging me to completely fill it. Of course I can't until the customer leaves. Still, it's just the one guy, he won't be too long
Okay I was wrong, he will be too long. Honestly, he's spent about ten minutes just on the first aisle. We don't even have much choice - we have store brand, store brand premium, and third party brand. Usually just the one brand for any product (Two brands is too much choice) and that brand is usually Diego. But three choices is too much for Mr picky over there. While he takes his time choosing, the sodas I've been downing (Third party brand by the way, a brand called future) have been piling down on my bladder. Future brand sodas, the ones that make you need the loo when you've been drinking them one bottle an hour. Okay, that's not the official tag line but it sure is accurate. While picky McGee over in the salad aisle inspects everything slowly I get to sit here squirming in my seat and trying to hold back without looking obvious.
While I continue swinging my legs under my chair, Mr picky slowly makes his way to the third aisle. We only have four aisles, but at the rate this guy's going we could probably make a fifth before he reaches it. He slowly waddles down the aisle, picking up every stick of butter and every bag of potatoes as if he's inspecting every single for one for the slightest imperfection. Meanwhile I'm gripping at the seat of my chair and trying to keep a straight face, but I can feel that I'm not doing a great job. I tilt my face down and stare at my seat, swinging my legs back and forth. In the corner of my eye I can see the bottles, including my emergency bottle. I can almost hear it calling me, telling me to grab it and fill it up some more....
Oh god, just the thought of going almost got me leaking! I grab onto myself and tilt my head back, letting out a soft moan. I glance over at the customer. He's still examining the food, right now it's a store brand bag of King Edwards. I could pick up the bottle without him seeing me...maybe just let a little out. Slowly so he can't hear it...
Okay no I can't, he's looking over at me. I force a smile in his direction and he smiles back, but I'm screaming inside as I swing my legs under my chair. He tosses the potatoes into his basket then begins walking in my direction...I don't want him to think I need to pee, so I do my best to sit still, but I can't help but rub my knees back and forth against each other.
Of course rubbing my legs together creates heat, and it's already damn warm today...I need a drink or I'm gonna melt! I reach down and grab a bottle of soda, unscrew the lid and go for it. The cold kiss of the soda is a welcome one, and I can't stop myself drinking my way through half the bottle. I don't even have time to screw the lid back on before I regret it. I can almost feel the liquid slam against my already aching bladder, which begs me to let it go. Of course I can't, and my bladder knows that too...
I lean down to put the bottle back on the floor, pressing my free hand between my legs to hold back the entire afternoon's load of drinks that now waits inside me. It only just works, and I can feel a spurt building up as I sit back up. Luckily I manage to hold it back now I'm sat up straight again, but only just. I smack my feet together under the chair as the customer walks over, finally happy with his selection. He carefully and slowly places each item on the belt, each second seeming to take hours as he cordially arranges his shopping. The first stuff begins to reach me and I'm forced to pull my hands from between my thighs to scan his stuff. Just taking my hands away is agony, so when I have to hold something over the scanner you can imagine it's even worse. Each time I pick up something heavier than a salad I can almost feel ever ounce of liquid in me smash against my bladder walls like a tidal wave. Speaking of salads, this guy has picked up each type of salad we offer, I don't know how he could fit it all in the basket.
'B-bag?' I ask him, not catching the stutter until after I've said it.
'Y'alright?' He asks me. 'You sound a little-'
'I'm thirsty is all!' I say, thinking quick as I can. Or not thinking, of all the things I could have said! I'll have to do something about this! I know, I'll get a drink!
I go to reach the soda and bring up a bottle. Giving the customer a quick smile as if to apologise for holding him up I open the bottle and bring it to my mouth
'Huh, I never knew Future started making lemonade'
They don't-
Oh god.
As the warm liquid touches my lips I realise the mistake I've made.
This isn't the right bottle.
My eyes widen in horror, but I try to force a straight face as I pretend to take a drink. I take the bottle from my face, dripping a little down my chin, and screw the lid back on. I put the bottle on the floor again, being careful to put it far away from the actual sodas. Bending down causes my bladder to shriek again, and without a hand to hold back I feel a single dribble make its way out. I try not to wince as I feel the fabric of my underwear quickly dampen and spread the heat over myself. Only a little mind you, but the feeling is unmistakable. I do my best not to wince, but I still inhale sharply, and the customer notices
'Are you sure you're okay'
'Yes!' I whimper. It's obvious I'm not. I breathe in. 'Everything's good, just, umm, bashed my foot. On the desk!'
'Whoops' he says, giving me a sympathetic grin. 'That's the worst, right!'
I can think of a whole lot worse, like wetting yourself massively in front of a stranger. But I don't say that, instead I chuckle and agree with him.
'Sure is!' I say with a grin. I can feel my bladder getting ready to squeeze even as I smile at the guy in front. I decide I might need to hurry him along. I start swiping his stuff a little quicker - not obviously so I look like I'm rushing, but quick enough that I might be able to get him out the shop before I end up sitting in a puddle
That's my goal more or less now, just don't wet myself in front of this guy...What a goal to have. Most people don't even wet themselves at home, never mind in public, and here I am doing my best to not wet myself directly in front of a guy...
I think back to the time I'd wet these exact shorts a few weeks ago, in half an effort to distract me from how close I am now. I'd sort of managed to pretend it wasn't an issue, but I was still absolutely embarrassed every time someone looked at the puddle protruding from under my desk, or noticed me squishing as I moved. Or even sniffed at the air and pulled a face...I didn't really want to go through that again. I remember managing to act as if I'd done nothing weird if anyone bought it up - like the guy I'd actually wet myself in front of - but I also remember wanting to wear a bag over my head in case someone recognised me. Not today, I can't let it happen today...
'Ahem!'
I look over to the customer. I've finished scanning his things and I'm groping for another thing on the belt as I day dream. Having been bought back to reality, I realise I'm grabbing at nothing...
'Oh! Sorry! I was miles away, ha ha!'
He doesn't seem impressed. At all.
'T-that'll be thirty three forty' I tell him. He pulls out a card so I activate the reader. He slots it into the machine and I slot my hand back between my legs. He pokes in his PIN and the machine hums and beeps before the receipt is printed out. He puts his shopping into his own bag, takes the receipt and leaves. Finally!
I grasp for a bottle of soda! I shouldn't drink but I've got a foul taste in my mouth about now! I screw open the lid and take a mouthful, which I swirl around my mouth before swallowing - I could hardly spit it out. Actually I could of, in one of the empty bottles now that I think about it - but I'm too desperate to be thinking straight! The drink is quite nice, so I have a couple more mouthfuls because I'm not the smartest check out girl. I screw the lid back on and glance around. I don't care if Margret gets angry, I'm going to the toilet, and I'm going right now! Well, if the place is empty I am!
And of course, someone's coming through the door. I glare at the automatic doors as they open and in comes-
April! Thank god, she can take the till for a moment! She wanders over, smiling as our eyes meet! I beckon her with one hand - the other hand is occupied - and she grins. She skips over to me, grinning as she catches me squirming in the chair.
'April!' I almost shout when she reaches me. 'Thank god! Here, can you take the till for a sec, I really gotta-'
'How bad?'
'What?'
She grins at me. 'I can tell you need the toilet' She says, slowly, walking her fingers up the counter. 'How badly do you need to go...'
I raise an eyebrow at her. She smiles back
'April! J-just look after the till!' I beg, rocking back and forth in the chair
'How bad is it?'
'It's real ba-hnnnnn!'
A short leak escapes me and I feel it crash into my underwear, spilling out and soaking into my shorts. A drip or two hit the floor, and I know there's a wet spot now.
She leans over the till, trying to push her head as far forward as she can to see what I've done. She ends up nearly throwing herself over the till, kicking her legs up in the air and nearly throwing her skirt over her backside. She slides back, her skirt catching again on the till and nearly exposing herself.
She smiles at me
'Already a wet patch? You really are close, aren't you?'
I can only nod.
'You have some sodas though...finish one and I'll let you go!'
'April!' I hiss. There's no way I could do that!
'Drink!' she insists. I glare at her, then lean down for the half empty bottle of soda. Double checking that I've got the right one and spurting again as I do, I bring it up to the counter. She gives me a nod of approval. I unscrew the lid.
I look into the bottle. The soda reflects my eye as I look into the mouth. Gaze ye not into the abyss, lest the abyss make you wet yourself. That's how the quote goes, right? Something like that. I take in a deep breath, then I go for it!
Each mouthful is agony, and with each swallow I can feel my bladder shouting at me. It seems angry and confused as to why I'm drinking more, and I feel the same way. But if it means I can go to the loo while April watches the till for me...
I finish the last mouthful and breath out hard, slamming the bottle on the table. I wince and shudder as another wave of desperation hits me, but I tell my bladder that the toilet is just seconds away, and it seems to listen.
'D-done!' I shout, proud of myself in a weird way.
April looks impressed.
'Alright, go on!' she says. I jump out the chair and to my feet.
'Hold on' she says. 'Hurry up, I've got a taxi coming to get me soon, and I can't miss it-'
*Beep*
A car outside honks the horn. We both look over. The sign on the window nearly knocks me over. 'Goldrush taxis' It says. April turns to me and I want to scream at her. She just winks at me.
'Oops, sorry!' she says with a smile. 'You'll have to take control for now!'
I want to shout various slurs at her, but she stops me with a quick kiss. I can't stay mad at her! Not too mad anyway...
As she walks out I pull up one leg, bending it at the knee and wrapping my foot around the other.
I. Can't. Hold. Much. Longer!
'Who was that?'
Margret's voice nearly makes me jump through the roof - I hadn't heard her come up!
'That your sister?'
'N-no, girlfriend' I mumble, standing now bent over double with both hands between my legs. 'L-look, Margret...' I begin. I freeze as waves begin to hit me. Waves that can only mean one thing.
'Margret, C-could you take the....the.....th....'
I breathe in sharply and my body tenses. The world seems to stop still for a second as every muscle in me pulls tight to stop my bladder squirting. My bladder squeezes harder and harder, but the rest of my body is on my side for once! My bladder squeezes, and I pull back against it! And I win this time! My bladder stops squeezing, but I know it'll be back with a vengeance very soon!
'What's up?' Margret asks, and I don't know if she's taking the piss
'Need. Toilet.' I manage to spit out. Speaking takes effort away from my other muscles which are holding back my bladder. With each word my bladder threatens to go.
'Please. Take. Till.' I finish. I can't look up. I can't see the face she's pulling at me, but I can hear her sigh.
'I don't know why I haven't fired you quite frankly' She says to me, and I have to agree. But I'm too desperate to think about that! I NEED THE LOO!
'...Fine. Go.' she says after a pause.
'Thanks!' I spit again, and I begin to drag myself, inch by inch, to the toilets. My legs are stuck together constantly, and I'm red in the face. I'm sweating and moaning slightly as I inch closer and closer. With each inch I get closer I feel my bladder prepare for the next round of waves.
There are three tills in total, I sit in the middle till. So I have to pass one till and the office block to reach the toilets - just a straight line and a short walk, but a long and arduous shuffle. By now I've cleared the till, and I'm about to reach the office...
Not now...not now!
The waves are beginning! Oh god they're coming and I can't stop them any more!
The first wave hits. I wince but hold back. I manage to shuffle another few steps.
Second wave, a dribble, but it wouldn't be noticeable. I've already got a wet stain though so it hardly matters. I try to lunge toward the door.
Third wave! I grab the door handle and tense up hard. Once again, I pull on every muscle I have available, but I can't...can't.....hold...................back........
*FSHssht!*
A harsh hiss as my bladder wins it's first major battle and a powerful streak gushes out of me, ignoring my underwear and splashing out the legs of my shorts. It shatters to the ground and leaves a few small puddles. The relief is almost enough to knock me over, but I keep holding what I can. I can feel wave four on the way already!
I yank open the door and dash inside. Wave four hits! I struggle, I tense up, and I...
*skSSHHHH!*
Ha-aah! Haah! I can't...stop it!
Here it....comes......
*Fsssst!*
It...won't....stop!
I've already clearly started wetting myself, and it looks obvious from the outside! But I've come to far to give up now! The toilet is right! IN! FRONT! OF! ME!!!
Hnnnn!
My knees give way and I fall to them! I kneel and look through tears at the toilet bowl. I can't even resist as wave five hits me....
Hnn--
The wave hits with force, and I don't hold back. With a fierce hiss my bladder squeezes hard and a stream of pee gushes into my underwear, spraying around inside my shorts. The initial force is short lived, but I can feel it push against my knickers hard, and when it dies down I'm still peeing at full force. Pee just floods out of me, up the front and back of my underwear, and of course soaking into my pale brown shorts. My head down, I watch tearfully as clear streaks of pee cascade down my legs and pool immediately at my knees. Hot lines of pee streak down my thighs, front, back and insides, catching in my knee-pits, teasing my calves, and streaming down to the floor. What doesn't stick to me pours out my short-legs, splattering onto the floor and back up my thighs. I fall back so I'm sat on my feet, and immediately I can feel the warm liquid running down them. Luckily for me I'm wearing sandals, so I've no socks to soak, but pee has free reign over my feet. I feel every drip run over my soles and between my toes, and I'm totally powerless to stop them! My arms fall limp to my sides, but with the force of my stream I've even soaked the outsides of my shorts, which brush against my hands. I close my eyes and let it happen, putting no resistance up to my bladder which revels in emptying itself after holding so much. I didn't realise initially, but I've been moaning softly with each breath out, a mix of relief and defeat. I sigh heavily as relief sweeps over me, the tingling running up my spine and reaching the base of my neck. I almost grin as it hits me, but I'm too exhausted already. It takes a lot of effort not to fall over, and I feel wobbly. My bladder seems strong as ever though, and I hardly feel close to done. I manage to wipe away some of the tears of relief and look down at myself. My bare legs glisten in the dim lamp-light of the bathroom, and the floor tiles reflect my face, blushing red, tearing up, and breathing heavily. And slightly yellow if the reflection is totally accurate, but that might just be pee. The puddle surrounds me now entirely, branching off in one direction as gravity pulls it toward the drain on the floor. I shiver again as another wave of relief hits me, taking the wind out of me with it. I fall to the left, sliding off my feet and landing on both hands, keeping me from hitting the floor entirely. Both hands are planted in a warm puddle of my own making. At this new angle, pee runs onto my leg rather than just down it, the heat crashing over my thigh rather than spraying against it. It trickles down between every crevice, a feeling I haven't had before, in a way that sort of tickles but doesn't make me laugh...It runs over the front and side of my left short-leg too, showing the path it takes to the ground. I feel the stream begin to slow down and the small spurt that has been landing on my leg slowly dies down until it's just trickling onto it, running through my groin and soaking over my backside instead. When I finally finish peeing, I'm a sweaty, heavy breathing mess sat in my own hot mess. I wish I could move, but I feel like the second I move my arm I'm going to land face first in fresh pee.
And so I sit in it.
For a short while I can't move at all - all I can do is breathe and try not to collapse. It's a short while before Margret realises something might be up...
'Katie?' I hear her shout outside 'Katie, what's taking you so long!?'
She pushes open the door, which blows cool air over me.
'Katie, what are y- oh.'
I can't bring myself to look up at her. I can barely bring myself to move.
'Couldn't h-hold it' I mumble.
She sighs and walks over to me, stepping outside my puddle.
'Let's get you cleaned up then' she sighs
You know, for all the shit I give Margret, she can be really kind hearted when it matters! Don't tell her I said that though. She took me up and held me stood up while I washed my hands, and she got me some clean clothes from the clothes shop next door. I mean, I paid her for them of course. I got dressed in clean clothes and she let me go for the rest of the day - granted it was only an extra hour or so anyway. I got home and went straight to April's with my wet shorts - she'd made me wet them, so she can clean them - It's only fair! I think I'll probably spend the rest of the night over at Aprils...who knows what we'll get up to! |
AuthorFaust: Hehehe...Faust is glad to get to reveal this sort of thing, finally. It has been a long time since Faust first started this series....... And, yet, Faust enjoys the thought of continuing. So, without further ado...Let's get his plot started.
[Chapter 1: Initiative]
"Three months...."
It had been three months since the boy had first obtained the wet note...
Two months ago, he'd discovered another note, being held by the hands of others...
And one month ago, he'd met, and befriended the lightly ditzy dart girl.....Lillica.....
Winter season was picking up in town, and all around the school it showed. Bare legs were now covered with long stockings, or tights.....
Shorts became pants, and the few that dared to expose any skin were barely able to keep still......The winds forcing them to shake faster than any full bladder could.
"Not like I've really had any good moments to test that.." the boy thought to himself, shaking his head as he walked along.
A dark green hoodie covered a blue shirt, long black pants shielding him from the cold. He idly rubbed the side of his head, thinking to the black notebook in his bag.
The Wet Note.....
A gift from a self-proclaimed Goddess of Lust, that held mysterious properties. He could write a person's name, and they would succumb to a warm, wet fate. The world would very well shift around to accommodate any specifications he made.....and, if he was feeling lazy...It was a mere timer to an accident.
An invaluable tool to someone with a lust for dampened garments, knocking knees, and desperate squirming.....Yet....
'I have to wonder....do I even want this anymore?' he thought, as he stepped into the building, unzipping his hoodie. 'I mean...it's lovely and all....But, the things people could do with this if I lost it...'
He shuddered, thinking back to how he'd managed to narrowly avoid Weiss's complete social destruction from the other wet note holders....And how much worse it could be. He didn't know the upper limits of it's power....But..
'If it's as powerful as I think it is..' he thought, absentmindedly walking through a door. 'Then...I don't think I could handle someone else having it...'
He'd nearly been lost enough in this thoughts to not realize where he was pacing...A slight thunking catching him out of his element.
"Ah..! Hey Faust. Getting cold these days, huh?"
The boy smiled lightly as he looked up at the sole member of the darts club...With an easy, friendly smile. A pink and plum hoodie that no doubt shielded her from the cold...A purple skirt that covered part of her thighs, long, straight plum colored hair and some knee-highs that accented her outfit nicely.. A single dart was twirled in her thumb as she greeted him, Faust waving back, and matching her smile.
"Yeah....I might have to wear another jacket over my jacket." the boy called out lightly, as Lillica lightly chuckled.
"You know...We could do another game of Jacket-Darts...." the girl remarked lightly, as the boy held up his hand.
"No." he started firmly....before starting to chuckle. "Never. Again."
"Aww. I'd even let you go first this time." the girl started back, before tossing the projectile in a perfect arc towards one of the dartboards. As expected, it nailed the bull's eye.....Not that he needed any more proof of the girl's absurdly powerful throwing capabilities.
"I'd rather we try extreme darts again." he added, moving to start to push the desks back into position.
"Well...I'm not so sure on that one.." Lillica remarked, doing so as well. "I mean...we got lucky last time.."
"Ch-Yeah...." the boy sounded, lightly shaking his head in recollection. "If it landed in anyone else..."
The two of you continue to reminisce for a bit as the classroom is returned to normal...just in time for the warning bell.
"Catch you later, Faust!" the plum haired girl called, waving as they parted ways.
"See you on lunch." he called back, before starting to pace up to his own classroom.
"Morning, Faust!" another familiar voice called, this one belonging to a girl with long pink hair in twintails. A fluffy red jacket was draped over the chair she was sitting on...But her outfit underneath was barely any different from the norm.
A short sleeved, blue shirt...and a knee-length skirt that matched. White thigh-highs covered her legs minus a few precious inches of thigh....And, the boy had to fight to not ogle that little section.
"Morning Yuno." he replied back, taking his seat next to her as the girl gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. He could feel his cheeks growing a bit rosy as the rest of the students started to file in, one by one.
"Yuno's got herself a coffee in her system.." the pinkette whispered to him, letting her fingers brush along his thigh a bit. "So, she might be a bit...fidget-y in class today."
Faust shivered a bit at the girl's words....giving her a small smile.
"I...wouldn't mind that." he whispered back to her, trying to muffle his blush.
Two months prior, on top of discovering the others with a note, his own lusts were found out by the girl next to him. Yet, rather than admonish him, she decided to indulge him every so often, holding deliberately during the days....Only going when it was an absolute emergency.
He appreciated her little indulgences, but part of him longed for a little bit more.. Something like he'd seen in times past....
A truly desperate, vicious accident. A complete gusher.....The complete and utter soaking of one's garments........
Though, Yuno was still adjusting to the sort of desires as a whole....
"M..M..Made it..!' another voice called, white hair in a bob cut atop a fairly petite figure in a teal dress...with long, black tights pacing in. Another girl he'd befriended....
"Congratulations, Youmu. " he mused to the girl, who flushed brightly, and started to take her seat behind him meekly....
Youmu, while adorable, was another girl in his life....But, one who was plagued with constant, never-ending tinkle-torture.... So, the idea of proposing her to have one for him was out of the question....
And Lillica....
....
He couldn't deny that he did feel some form of emotion for the plum haired girl....But, the idea of forcing her to have an accident......
'It'd be hot....But, she'd probably hate me forever.' he thought to himself, resting his head on his hand. Even if he used the wet note, he had some vague suspicion that she would find out anyways.....
'Never really had much of a poker face..'
The day to day routine had become a bit tiresome.....But, it seemed this morning was fated to bring him out of his lull....
"Class, we have a new student today.." the teacher's voice called, holding out her hand. Faust's ears perked up as the door opened.....And an unfamiliar figure quietly strode in....
A sort of homely girl, with long, dusty blonde twinbraids...Wearing a loose tan sweater, and an ankle-length dress. Hands rested in her lap as she stood, golden brown eyes looking over the class in an almost elegant expression...
"Hello.." the girl called in a soft, almost regal tone. "My name is Faye. Faye Lyras. It's nice to meet all of you."
She gave a deep bow, and Faust could see the outlines of a..less than modest bust silhouetted in the lines of her sweater. He eventually tore his eyes away from the girl, as the teacher gestured at a corner of the class.
"You can sit back over there.." the teacher called, waving her hand. "As for today, we're going over what we covered last week. Everyone, take out your books, and turn to page....."
.....
..........
..................
The ringing of the class bell felt like it took a bit too long....But, the boy wasn't exactly bothered by it. Especially with the pink haired girl bouncing on her toes to the left of him, lightly rocking back and forth.
"N..Nnnghhh.." she groaned quietly, turning to Faust with some pleading eyes. "Can...Can Yuno...Go use the potty now...?"
The boy smirked knowingly, lightly waving his hand.
"I dunno..." he teased lightly, the girl leaning in to whisper directly into his ear.
"P...Please....Yuno's panties already feel a bit damp.."
The boy quivered, but gave a small wave...relenting on his stance immediately.
"Go on...Just this once." he permitted, the girl standing up on wriggling feet, and darted out swiftly.....Followed by the silver haired girl with no doubt an equally bloated bladder.
The boy leaned forward in his desk a bit to conceal his growing excitement....Imagining the girl plopping down on the commode, and letting her waters flow. He gave a quiet giggle, before someone's figure peered over his desk.
"Hello..." the new girl, Faye, called. "Do, you mind if I talk to you for a bit?"
Faust glanced up at the girl at this.....reminding himself inadvertently of her bosom.
"Umm...Sure." he called, standing up....Grateful for his loose enough pants, as the girl curled up a finger, beckoning him outside. He paused, but followed the girl out of the classroom...Before she turned suddenly.
"You seem like you've got quite a following.." Faye added in a curt tone. "Something about you....Seems to draw people in. It's even trying to draw..me in.."
The boy raised an eyebrow at this, more than a little suspicious of the girl's statement.
"Um...We just met..." he added quietly, waving a hand out. "I..erm...Am not sure what you mean.."
"Hmm...I see.." the girl called quietly, before starting back into the classroom. "Perhaps I was mistaken.."
Faust couldn't help but feel a bit perturbed at this, but he returned to his classroom....The bell for second period ringing out after a few minutes.
As the pinkette returned with a warm smile and supported him through History class, Faust couldn't help but steal glances back at the dusty blonde....
'What...did she even mean by that..?' he thought to himself throughout the period...Eventually wresting his eyes away from her, and trying his best to remember what year the war of 1812 was held in.
....
'Gods I'm horrible at history.'
The second bell came way faster than the first. and though he would no doubt need to look over Yuno's notes a third or fourth time to retain any of the day's information........He could feel a bit relaxed now.
"Mmm....Yuno kind of wonders if she could have held it through second period.." she idly mused to the boy in a tease...prompting a slight flush.
"Well...Better to not risk it." he gently tugged her down from the lewd plots that could be stirring in her mind....As he stood up from his seat. "Come on, let's go get some lunch."
The pinkette popped up onto her toes at this, and giggled, gesturing along.
"Lead the way, Faust!" she cooed, letting the boy escort her away.
The classroom dispersed of people in a short time...leaving only a single figure still in their chair. The dusty-blonde, with a serious expression on her face.
"Did I guess wrong..?" she called to herself, her eyes closing for a moment...Before opening anew, golden brown giving way to a pinkish-violet. "I thought for sure I'd found Saril's Chosen."
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[Chapter 1: Initiative, End] |
[Chapter 2: Follow-up]
Faust stretched a bit as he took his seat at a table in the lunchroom....Looking down at the usual lunch food.
"God, I'm hungry today." he sounded to himself, starting to dig in. The pinkette moved beside him soon after, eating her food far more daintily.
"Well, Yuno herself is quite..thirsty." she mused to herself, starting to drink at her own beverage.....Crossing her legs over one another.
"Mmmth...Be careful with that, Yuno." he called to the girl, poking at her belly. "We've got gym next, and there are no breaks in gym."
"Mmm...Yuno will be careful." the girl mused, sipping at her beverage as they ate lunch together....Poking and teasing at one another over the hour.
Rrrrring...Rrrrinnnng...
The bell sounded, signaling the end of lunch then....Prompting the two to stand up and go to deposit their trays in the trashcan.
"Mmmm..Yuno's going to go ahead." the pinkette mused, Faust striding up to catch her pace.
"Oh? Is Yuno going to the bathroom so early?" he mused, the girl lightly swatting at his incoming hand.
"No, No. Yuno is going to hold it." she mused, sticking her tongue out lightly. "Yuno just has a friend to meet, is all."
The boy relented at this, letting the girl go ahead as he walked down the halls at his own pace.
'You know.....This could end badly...' he thought to himself, as he glanced down at his bag...and pondered. 'Maybe....Maybe I should....make sure she doesn't embarrass herself.'
He didn't use the note to cause a lot of accidents intentionally...But....Well...
'I could just..' he thought to himself, glancing around as he started to move towards the bathrooms...
"Ahem.."
The boy's head turned as the dusty-blonde from earlier, folding her arms over one another..and looking quite sour.
"Is...there a problem?" he asked the girl, who gave an obviously forced smile.
"Oh no....No problem at all." she called, her fingers very obviously tapping against her forearm. "I mean, it's not like You've slighted me, or wronged me in any way. No, no...Perish the thought.."
The boy paused for a bit, feeling a bit nervous at how stilted her acting was.....But, he internally shrugged.
"Right." he called, before turning a corner. "I've..gotta go to the bathroom. See ya."
He quickly started to put some distance between him and the girl...pushing open the heavy doors, and moving into the sanctuary of the.......
"Oh thank God."
Freshly cleaned bathrooms. He had a feeling they wouldn't stay that way long, so he quickly went to take shelter in one of the stalls, and sat down fully clothed on the commode.
'Now...' he thought, starting to lift up his bag as he unfastened it and started to pull out the black notebook. 'Just a little, simple bit to get her through the rest of the day..'
He pulled a pen out of his pocket, clicked the top of it to bring out the point, and...
SLAM.......................Clnnnng..
The door to the stall, along with the sliding lock was forced open....The dusty blonde looking at him with the same, forced smile...And sharp golden eyes.
"Are you done yet?"
Had he a heavier lunch, he certainly would have been at that point...Backing up over the commode.
"W..Wha...F..Faye?! Y..You can't come in here..!" he feebly called as the girl inched closer....A slow....menacing...pace...
Faust flinched, and braced himself as he felt the girl's hands come into contact with his shoulders, gripping him firmly in place....And then....
......
Snnnnnnff....
"A..Ah..?" he sounded, daring to open an eye as the girl was pressed up against him....and...smelling him?
"A bit of musk...A hint of lavender..." the girl called, in a soft tone. "A touch of desire......and a lot of lust....It's faint, but unmistakable. You've been blessed by the Goddess.."
"Um..W..what..?" the boy called, as the girl leaned back.
"You've got the scent of Saril on you. The Goddess of lust?" she started, her tensed expressions softened slightly....As she leaned in again. "It's enticing, and intoxicating....As one would expect....Tell me, when did you come into contact with her?"
The boy flinched at this, the girl namedropping the so-called Goddess he had kept a secret. Even Yuno didn't know about his connection with the otherworldly being....But.....
"I..I have no idea what you're talking about." he remarked, defiantly. "T..that must be the new cleaner that the Janitor is using..."
The boy tried to push Faye off at this, noticing his things scattered across the bathroom floor. He started to reach for them quickly, but....
"Aha.." Faye called out as she bent down to snatch up the black book....Holding it to her nose. "This...is it. A Lust Artifact, from the Goddess."
The boy paused.....As the girl ran her fingers over it, her body shivering wildly.
"Mmm...Just stroking it gives me shivers.... There's no mistaking it. One of the artifacts of Lust that Saril bequeaths to mortals in their times of desire and need. One of the Lustful desire conjurators."
"The....What..?" he asked, as the girl jabbed two fingers into his chest, pushing him back onto the commode.
"It's a notebook that lets you indulge in your deepest, lewdest desire." she addressed, firmly. "It manifests itself as whatever kink you wish to invoke in others...Shifting to suit the user. I wonder what sort of thought you have, you closet lech...."
"H..H...Hey, that's private information..!" the boy called out as he reach for the book, the girl's foot coming up to pin him to the commode by his waist. She flipped open the book...Flipping through the myriad of pages.
"Oh, you've barely even touched it!" she started...sounding...offended. "Empty...Empty...Empty...Empty...! You've hardly written any names in here! Don't you know what it can do?"
The boy flushed as he tried to wriggle free of the girl's overpowering foot, before she finally came to the front of the book.
"Ohohoho....Here we are. Yuno....Youmu...Marisa...Ellie..." the girl mused, grinning. "Ohhh...Ohh..So it's a wet note.."
Faust's face lit up like a streetlight, as the girl gave a soft grin...and eased her foot off of the boy.
"Harmless enough...." she mused, before closing it. "Good. I was worried you were going to be one of those kinds that enjoys something like..Killing people or the like."
'What, like a death note?' he thought to himself, before shaking his head....And starting to reach for it.
"Ah Ah....You owe me for lying, Faust." the girl added, holding the book over her head. "So, if you want this back....You're going to have to do me a little favor."
The boy flinched, biting his lip. Was she going to try to force him to contact Saril? To give up her location? Or......
"Use it." she called out firmly.....The boy flinching.
"I erm..don't have to go really.." he called, as the girl pulled out a pen.
"That can be arranged.." she quipped, pulling a pen out herself.
"A..Ah.....That won't be needed.." he assured her quickly as he started to unbutton his pants, the girl grinning.
"Heh...I hoped not."
It was...embarrassing, being watched...But, if it meant keeping the note....
.....
"T..There...Happy?" he called after the short period of relief, the girl smirking.
'Not quite.." she mused, as her hands gripped a sheet of paper.
Rrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.
"B..but you said..!" he started, as the girl ripped, and shoved a smaller piece of paper into his hands.
"I meant, use the note. Silly." she added in a faux-pleasant tone, the boy blushing. "You just assumed I wanted to see your..."
"E..Enough..!" he flushed, brightly. 'W..What do you want me to do? I don't want to make anyone.."
Faye pressed against the boy again, looking him into the eyes with her fierce, golden gaze.
"Someone in our next class." she stated, firmly. "I want proof, after all."
The boy found himself blushing again...As the girl lightly swatted at his crotch.
"Fly's down, by the way." she added, with a grin. "You have until the end of class. If someone isn't bursting into a pissy mess, then I'll be most upset with you."
The boy flinched, cupping himself after the girl swatted him...And froze...
'I.. I have to use it?' he thought, biting his lip. 'B..But.....'
He brought a finger to his lip to bite at it..pondering. Whoever he wrote would no doubt be shamed.... And worse.....
'This....paper is barely big enough to write on.' he thought, looking it over. 'I'd be hard pressed to get a name on here....forget any extra bits..'
No matter who he wrote...He couldn't imagine forgiving himself after that....As he picked up his things to start to class....
'What am I going to do..?'
He changed into his gym attire in the locker rooms, the little piece of paper in his pocket with a small pen.
'I have to write someone's name..' he thought as he took his seat, his friends from earlier passing by.
Yuno, looking a fair bit tense, but otherwise fine....Youmu a bit out of breath from having sprinted for the bell....and Lillica.....
...
There wasn't any doubt that he'd be upset seeing any of them in writhing need....A squirmy mess, or even the aftermath of such a situation.... Youmu's plump rump swaying in need....Yuno's bosom bouncing with her every step...or Lillica's....
...
'I..I shouldn't think about things like that..' he thought to himself as he internally debated....Wracking his brain. 'B..but what do I do?'
His mind was clouded with worry as gym class carried on....Basketball practice meaning every other thought was plagued with the Thump...Thumps of dribbling...As the dusty blonde kept watch on him through the corner of her eyes...
'If only I could...' he thought to himself....Before it suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. '...of course! Why didn't I think of that immediately?!
He pulled out the small piece of paper at this, and scrawled...struggling to get all of the letters onto the scrap he was forced to work with....
"N..Nnn....Yuno's got it bad..." the pinkette's voice called to him, as she held her ball against her waist. "If..If Yuno's not careful..."
"She'll....wet.." the boy mused back to the girl, who quivered in need.
"D..Don't.." Yuno added, trembling on the spot. "I..It already feels like it's going to....."
The boy turned a last look at the dusty-blonde, before gripping Yuno's hand.
"Come on. Locker rooms. Now." he told the girl, who was all too ready to follow wherever he wanted to lead her. The boy pushed towards the door, and tugged her along....Waiting..counting on being followed.
"A..Ah...F..Faust...!" the pinkette called, starting to freeze in place. "Y...Yuno knows..."
"Just a bit more.." the boy assured, as he heard the door come open...and then close quickly.
"Playing a bit of naughty hooky, are we?" Faye's voice called out, prompting the pinkette to blush.
"I...It's not what..." the pinkette called, throwing her hands up to cover her face....As the boy smirked.
"Well...." the boy started, as he watched Faye's expression. Gone, was all of the rage and anger of before.....
Instead, were glowing golden orbs, staring at the oncoming scene.
"Ahh...Ahhh..Ahhh.." the pinkette sounded out in alarm...As Faye peered around the boy.
"Nine letters..."
"Hm..?"
"Nine letters.." the boy called out, as he pulled out the small scrap of paper. "That's all I could fit on this little bit you gave me. No room for details...No room for time....Only nine.."
The dusty blonde suddenly flinched...Her legs buckling out from under her.
"I thought about writing her name.." he started, gesturing at the staggering girl as she staggered into a stall, and barely got her shorts down, positively blasting the commode with a nearly deafening PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH of barely contained waters. "Y-u-n-o, G-a-s-a-i. That's nine....But..."
"O..Ohhhhhhhhh....Ohhhhhh.....Yuno's shorts nearly got drenched..."
"I didn't want to do anything to a girl that didn't deserve it..." he called, trying to brush off the girl's...noisy comments. "But then..."
Faye covered her gym-shorts covered slit with her hands in need....As she felt herself sinking to the ground.
"I noticed.....'Faye Lyras' also was nine letters long. And, it just....baaaaaaaaaarely would fit."
A tint of red could be seen on the haughty girl's face....As warmth greeted her fingers quickly.
"But, I still didn't want you to be humiliated on your first day..." he added, gesturing around him. "So, I figured I could take advantage of Yuno's...predicament to lead you here, into the boy's locker room for the show. I knew you'd come running to see what I had planned, and well..."
He could see her face deepen red...As little leaks would no doubt cave to greater spurts...A few soft drippings becoming a slow, yet steady stream...
"You only assumed I wouldn't write your name down. But, that's okay. You were mistaken."
He grinned cockily, as the girl's body finally gave up...And he heard it...
The loud, telling...Psssshhhh..Psssshspshhhhhh of a taut, tinkle-tank, tormented after a short bit of toiling....Emptying through total toppling....A complete lapse in control.
He could see the girl's blue shorts now a deep navy....Clear, undaunted piddle pouring out onto the floor in sheets...As the girl's face flushed, and her breathing quickened. He could tell that it had come as a shock to her.....But, he wanted to bask in the glory a bit more, before he continued.
"I..........can't believe....You....Did that.." Faye's voice called out in a strange tone. Not of admonishment, but of accomplishment. He wondered for a moment if she expected this, as he strode over to the girl with his hand outstretched.
"I'd like my note back please." he asked firmly, giving her the same neutral expression he gave her when she had inquired about what he had that was 'drawing people in'. "I'd rather not have to use the back of this piece of paper. It's a pain, squeezing all of that into such a tiny space.."
The girl's eyes looked up at him...But, rather than the same, brilliant gold...They shimmered a sharp, pinkish violet instead.
"Ohhhh...Ohhhh, I'll return it.." she cooed out in....far too sugary sweet of a tone. "Gods knows you know how to use it. But there's a small miscalculation....One part you overlooked....One mistake...."
The girl leaned forward, cupping his hips as she spoke...her breath feeling hot against him.
"You......made....."
"Oh..?" the boy called out quietly, looking down at the girl with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Ohhh......You'll...... see.." she huffed in a suspicious tone...As he heard the bell ringing to end class.
"Phew...Time to get changed back." a familiar voice called, as the door to the locker rooms started to swing open. A female one......
'L..Lillica?!' the boy thought, before glancing around...And seeing various garments sprawled around....Including a familiar hoodie, and more than a few unfamiliar shirts.
"Shit..." he sounded to himself, as his brain went into overdrive, and his face flushed bright red in realization. ''We're....not in the boy's. We're in the Girl's locker room.'
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[Chapter 2: Follow-Up, End]
AuthorFaust: The Plum haired girl is none other than a cameo of Rainyday's famous character from the interactive story, Lillica Quest. |
[Chapter 3: Consideration]
Time was short....The boy could hear the clamoring footsteps of the entire mass of female students, as they made their way to the locker room....
'Shit....What do I do..?' The boy thought to himself, frantically searching for a place to hide. Leaving the room was impossible, and being discovered in the girl's locker room.....
Expulsion would be the least of his issues......If he was caught, looking like he was trying to peep on his female friends..He'd definitely be......
Fwunk.
The boy's head suddenly clanged against metal, as the dusty-blonde shoved him into a locker...slamming the door shut to black out most of his view.....
"Wow, Lillica! You're pretty amazing at shooting." a familiar, lightly regal voice called. The boy could picture long, pink hair....A respectable figure, and a lengthy dress....
'Ria..' he thought, as a slight chuckle could be heard...
"Ah, well...I've always been good at throwing things." Lillica's voice added, as the boy lightly rose to his feet....a small vent in the locker letting in the slightest amount of light....
"Eheh...I hope we don't have to play you during our testing time." Ria's voice mused, as the boy managed to barely peek out...his eyes going wide as he saw bare, creamy flesh....Only lightly covered by naughty material.....
'Stripes...' he thought, closing his eyes after a few dared moments....Holding his breath, and waiting...... 'I..I can't be found here..'
It felt like hours.......But, in reality, it was merely a few, tensed minutes......The noise inside of the locker rooms slowly dying down.......The crowd, slowly dispersing....And then...
....
FWUMP.
The boy's body tumbled to the ground as the door was opened, the dusty blonde standing behind the opened door, back to wearing her tan sweater, and ankle-length dress..
"Enjoy the show?" Faye's voice mused, as the boy shook his head.
"I..I didn't peek...Honest." he assured the girl...Whose expression glanced downward...and then sighed.
"I suppose..you didn't." the girl called, sounding a fair bit more...annoyed than before. "Figures that the almighty powerful artifact of lust, and desire....Falls into the hands of the one person who won't abuse it for their own personal, lustful gain.."
Faust went to raise himself up at this, glaring back at the girl.
"Speaking of, give it-" he started, as the girl held out the black notebook.
"Take it." the girl called, coldly. "I promised I would, and I'm not a liar.."
The boy took the book back from her quickly, and started to fan through the pages.....Glancing up at the girl after a bit.
"How do I know this is the real thing?" he stated, the girl's smile turning mischievous again.
"Could always write my name down again.." she mused, her hands gripping her long dress. "Make me do something demeaning....And then wet, again."
Faust glanced at the girl for a bit...before merely holding the book under his arm, and exhaling sharply.
"I'm fine, thanks.." he answered stiffly, glancing towards the door. "I...can test it later. When there's not so many people wandering around..."
"Oh? So you're one of those kinds?" Faye mused, giving a giggle. "Polite, and proper in public....but a freak in private.."
"Don't make such baseless assumptions.." Faust denied sharply, waving his hand side to side. "I just think...one wetting is enough for you today."
"Even though you could write more?" the girl mused back, grinning. "Could write anyone's name in it too. Make anyone do what you wanted with them......I saw you staring at-"
"I refuse." the boy stated firmly. "I don't plan on using the note, unless I have to....Abusing this kind of power would just be....unsightly."
"Heheh..So self-righteous.." Faye added, with a grin. "Very well...You can do what you want....For now..."
The boy watched as the girl started out ahead of him...her long dress waving side to side as she deliberately swayed her hips...the door closing on her back....
'....I..should get out of here..' he thought, before starting out of the room..quietly. If he stayed any longer....
....
.......
"So, someone knows about me?" the sultry voice of Saril called out to the boy, nonchalantly. "My my....It seems my reputation precedes me."
"It's so weird.." the boy snapped back, as he shut the door...Peering back at the ethereal, buxom woman...With ivory skin, violet eyes, and long black hair. "I mean..How many people have you given this notebook to before?"
"None." Saril answered quickly, as she floated in the air. "I've certainly catered to the desires of others before, but that notebook is my personal one. There's nothing else like it."
"Right.." the boy stated flatly, as he set the Wet Note on the table. "Aside from the literal fact of it making people soak.."
"Not entirely a unique feature.." the Goddess mused, as she floated down. "But, she made you use the Note."
"I didn't have a choice.." the boy called, as he sat down in his chair. "It was that, or she'd make off with it!"
"You could have prevented it, by writing her name before." The goddess called, as Faust shook his head.
"I just..don't want to have to rely on that kind of thing." the boy argued, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. "I just..."
...
The boy suddenly couldn't figure out how to finish that statement. He had a magical book, that could cater to his own desire....Something with a vast amount of power....And yet he....
He didn't want to use it?
'It's not that I don't want to, but..' he thought, as he remembered the girl's accident once more. Blue shorts, turning a sharp navy..... Her smug, confident expression.... melllllllting away as her urge overtook her.....
The growing, flowing puddle.....
"You look like you're enjoying yourself..." the Goddess's voice called, as his eyes opened once more.
"Well I..-" the boy started, before suddenly backing up, flushing. "S..Saril! Wh-wh-wh...."
"Oh, This?" the Goddess's voice mused, as she grinned. "I was just thinking..I should adopt a new look."
What was once a fully-grown, buxom woman....Was now only a slightly older girl...With softly pale skin....Violet hair tied into twintails..... And, what was originally a black corset...
Was now a violet blazer, and a knee-length plaid skirt, with tall purple stockings....
"S..so you just.." Faust remarked, as Saril brushed past him, with a grin.
"Yep." she mused, long black wings folding up neatly on her back...As she turned. "You don't mind, do you?"
The boy had certainly gotten used to Saril's adult figure......But, this modest, teenage one..?
"O..Of course not.." he bluffed, starting to turn on his computer. "You're...free to do as you...please..."
"Perfect. Heheheh...." the Goddess mused, letting out an amused giggle.....As she started off, swaying her hips with every step....
'Gods......' he thought to himself with the shake of his head, as he started to type away on his computer. 'She's just..trying to get me all bothered again..'
The boy started to peruse to a certain site....Curious about a mixture of updates, and submissions from...interesting parties.....
Booooooop....Booooooop....
The boy jumped as his computer started making noises at him.......One of the messenger apps he had open beeping...
[Call from: Lustful Lyras]
The boy, logically, denied the call....
Booop...booop...
Only to get it back....Again...and again...and again. Eventually, the boy groaned loudly, and clicked the button....Ready to give the pestering caller a piece of his mind...
"Hello, Faustus."
The moment he accepted the call, his monitor was filled corner-to-corner with the sandy-blonde haired girl from school....no longer wearing the same long dress, and concealing sweater....
But instead, simple....plain white lingerie.
He didn't have a camera on his computer.....But, somehow, it felt like her golden eyes were staring right at him, as she leaned back on a fluffy looking bed....The girl smiling.
"You didn't want to do this in school....So, I'm giving you a chance now.."
The boy found himself staring...mouth agape, as the girl spread her legs wide, her fingers running along the insides of her legs.
"Go on...Write my name." she softly groaned, her eyes practically glowing with desire. "Demean me....Humiliate me...make me bend to your will.."
The boy's eyes were still glued at the girl's legs, as she let out a loud, sweet moan....
"Ah..." the boy's mouth sounded quietly....As the girl's ears perked up...And she giggled.
"You sound needy.." the girl mused, as she leaned back on her bed. "Go ahead...write....I want to hear the noises you make..."
'How...did you even..?" Faust sounded out, as the girl rolled over onto her stomach...White panties cupping her ample bottom nicely.
"I Have my....ways." the girl's voice called dismissively......As she looked over her shoulder. "Do you like this angle? Or, would you prefer to see my..br-"
"I..I didn't ask for this..!" the boy snapped sharply, blushing from ear to ear.
"Oh, maybe not verbally..." the girl mused, brushing a finger against her lips. "But, your essence....Your Aura.."
Faust squeezed his eyes shut to try to block out the view..........
"It just screams to me....." she started, as her fingers slid down to the sides of her panties. "You want more. You want..."
BLIP.....
The screen went dark on Faust's end.....Everything shutting down suddenly....As the boy peeked out from nearly closed eyelids...
"Ah..?" he started, quietly. "The power's..."
The whole room had grown dark, and the bright lights of his monitor were now blackened....As he glanced around, warily.
"That's....odd timing.." he stated quietly, before standing up...The power blinking back on in a few moments. His computer started to stir to life, but the boy moved to turn it back off.....sighing lightly.
"Geez....Why me..?" the boy called to himself, pacing around his apartment....Glancing once more at the black notebook. "Maybe...Maybe I Should get rid of it, before I do something....stupid..."
"Would you rather I haunt someone else?" Saril mused from the hallway, the boy turning to face her...and then away once again at her teenage form. "I'm certain I could find a more amusing target than you at this rate. It's been so long before today.....Have you even considered using it for your own pleasures in these past few months?"
"Well...I.." the boy started quietly.....As Saril's fingers jabbed into his sternum.
"Let me answer that for yo- No." she stated, flatly. "So, how about a good old fashioned bribe?"
"A..bribe..?" the boy called, as the girl climbed up onto his desk, crossing her legs.
"Quite. It's the only way I ever get you to do anything..." she mused, tapping her fingers along her thighs. "Bring me the undergarments of four different girls....And I'll give you a blessing."
"Ah..?" the boy sounded quietly...As Saril held up her finger.
"Oh, but if you don't complete my mission by the end of the week..." she added, uncrossing her legs. "I will leave you to lead your boring school life....And, go follow around someone with a more active Libido."
"A week?!" the boy snapped, sharply. "B..But...!"
"No butts." Saril stated, firmly. "And don't try to cheat me on this. I'll know if you try to bring me a bunch from that pinkette....Or, just buy some at the store."
"I...I would never think of cheating like that.." the boy defended quickly, as the girl leaned into him....Violet eyes looking deep into his soul...
"Of course not..." Saril stated sweetly...before the boy felt a firm grip on a very sensitive part of him.....Saril's pleased, bemused expression suddenly looking icy cold... "Or...I'll have to take this with me when I go."
.....
Any thoughts of trying to game Saril's system were swiftly dispersed.....As the boy paled....
......
"Aww....It looks like he disconnected." Faye's voice mused, as she rocked back and forth on her bed. "Shame...and I was looking forward to soaking these..."
The girl sat up, and parted her legs...leaning back on her bed....
"Well, no sense in wasting good fodder.." she mused...closing her eyes, and letting out a loud....soft sigh...
Psssssssssshhhh...Psssshhhpshssssshhhh
As white material started to darken a faded grey....a puddle forming between her hips, and puddled under her bottom.
"Next time....Maybe I should try a more...subtle approach.."
Her eyes flickered purple again as she pondered....Letting her mind wander as she lightly marinated in her puddle...
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[Chapter 3: Consideration, End] |
Holding? What holding?
Prologue;
Warning, contains zero build up in the start, and speeds through the build ups in the next chapters. I am a very impatient writer when horny. Sorry. Not sorry.
23 year old Tess woke up. She moaned gently and shifted under the warm blankets that cocooned her.
She sat up slowly, her covers slipping off. She stretched her arms over her head, her back giving a few clicks. A ray of golden morning light slipped through the curtains of her high-rise appartment and highlighted her smooth, bare skin. She liked to appreciate the freedom of wearing nothing under the blankets.
Her stomach gave a little grumble. Tess glanced down at her rounded tummy and tutted. She smoothed a hand over her bulging abdomen and the grumble died down.
Suddenly her bladder convolsed and a squirt of pee jetted past her pussy and hit the sheats, Tess jumped up quickly, her bladder contracted again, and again, pumping squirt after squirt down her legs, she jammed her hands against her pee hole and promptly soaked them in warm piss. Her squirts got out of hand and quickly became a torrent, her swollen bladder so full of pee that she got no relief from the squirts.
She sprinted to the bathroom door, threw it open, all the while leaving a big trail of piss on her bedroom floor, then slapped her large, curvaceous butt on the toilet seat. Tess spread her thighs wide leaned back and let out a loud luxurious moaning sigh as her piss jetted against the toilet bowl. Her piss wet hands caressed her bladder bulge which was deflating slowly.
Tess considered yesterday, throughout the day at work she had drunk continuously from her large coffee mug which she liked to use for both tea and coffee alternatively. Her bladder ended up being quite huge by the end of the day, years of self training had left her with an enormous bladder. Her tight pencil skirt kept it from displaying its full size.
By eight o.clock she left work and caught the train home by which time she was rather desperate but she was more desperately tired, so she simply undressed and instantly crashed out on her big bed.
Tess continued to piss hard for two minuits before it turned into a gentle stream and then it dribbled to a stop. She had pissed so hard that she got alot of splash back from the toilet. Tess squeezed out a thick shot of piss and then another until she was completely empty.
She leaned forward and let out a large fart, it was loud and echoed in the bathroom. Satisfied her still damp hand went to her sopping pussy and neaded and rubbed at it in till she orgasmed, her body shuddering violently, translucent juices joined the mess and coated her hand, some dripping into the toilet water and piss below.
Now satisfied, Tess stood and made her way to the shower.
She shampooed her long wavy dark brown hair. Hot steaming water ran down her honey tanned skin and deflected off all her curves. Soap foam slid down her foam, some collecting in her enormous bust.
She would often catch people in the streets staring at her breasts, so large were they. She was above average weight and size, huge breasts, smallest at the waist, a large jiggly butt and thick thighs. Some might call her fat, but most would call it sexy.
Clean and dried off she went to her draws and pulled out a short, thin, summer dress and pulled it on. It was white with a blue flower pattern. It clung to her curves attractively, the hem stopping half thigh and draping loosely round her upper thighs and lovely buttocks. Feeling horny she decided not to ware a bra or knickers (she is a nudist, remember). The top part of the dress was held up by a string tied behind her neck. The material barely covered her ample breasts which jiggled and bounced freely within their confines, nipples threatening to slip free every time she made a sudden move.
She pulled her hair up into a loose bun, slipped on some strapy heels, slapped on some make-up, sunglasses, grabbed her purse and then trotted out the door.
Chapter 2
Tess was a 23 year old curvaceous brunette.
It's the weekend and Tess decides to spend the day holding at the beach. She has on a thin, short and revealing summer dress and strapy heels. She caries in her a hand bag a one litre water bottle and some cash.
Tess reaches into her handbag and pulls out a one litre water bottle and starts chugging. Once half empty she refilled the bottle and continued her way to the beach.
On her walk she took secret pleasure at seeing various men come in their pants as she walked past and even more pleasure at spotting a number of women trying not to stare, red faced and looking unstable on their feet. She she swung her hips smiled prettily and made sure her bust bounced alluringly in their direction.
It was morning and she was feeling rather hungry. She stopped by a cafe, ordered a large coffee and an Eggs Benedict knowing from previous experience their large coffee cups were bowl sized and they piled their plates of eggs Benedicts high with food.
She sat at a small table at the window, enjoying the feeling of her bare pussy touching the chilly wooden seat of her chair. By the time the food had come she had finished her coffee and so ordered another one.
Feeling full, well watered and energised she left the cafe and walked down the road to the beach. It was a little breezy and Tess had to hold on to the front of her dress to stop it from lifting up, the back of the dress would occasionally flutter up however, flashing anyone behind her huge gorgeous ass.
The beach was crowded with people and beach umbrellas, Tess chose a spot close to the drinking fountain and a hotdog vendor. She reached into her hand bag and pulled out a towel to lie on, a floppy wide brimed sun hat, sunscreen and a softcover novel. After putting some sunscreen on and her sun hat, she tucked her skirt into her buttocks so it won't flip up, lay on her towel and commenced reading her book, all the while sipping her water bottle.
At mid day Tess sat up. It was four hours since she first arrived and during that four hours she had refilled her water bottle three times and got herself five hotdogs from the hotdog stand. Having drunk about four and a half litres her bladder had swelled considerably, her lower abdomen bulging out somewhat, but Tess ignored it. The urge to piss was a small annoyance and new her bladder could hold much more. In addition to the bladder bulge, her stomach was further bulged by all the food she had eaten earlier. It grumbled and churned creating quite the food baby.
Feeling uncomfortable and over heated, Tess looked out at the sea, wishing she had her bikini with her so she can go swimming. She considered going in her dress but knew the dress turned translucent when wet, then she really would be showing all!
Sweating a little and feeling dehydrated, she gulped at her water bottle again, her bladder gave a little protest at the additional water being pumped into it and Tess gently
caressed it to sooth the dull ache. The bladder settled down. She continued eating hotdogs.
After another two hours, she was quite desperate. Farts had been escaping her tightly clenched ass hole consistently for an hour now.
Something churned and bubbled and shifted in her packed colon and there was a growing pain. Tess Gasped and clenched harder, her hands going to her but cheeks. A huge fart was threatening to escape! The gas kept on building up rapidly, she looked pregnant she was so swollen. The pain grew the more swollen her colon got.
She staggered as she quickly got up. For a moment she bent over groaning and wriggling on the spot. Her eyes locked on the public toilets down the beach and started to speed walk towards them, her ass hole threatening to open with every step she took.
The last few steps he ran into the restrooms, threw open one of the stalls, went in and collapsed on the small toilet.
With the door shut, she groaned, leaned forward and relaxed her sphincter. immediately her sphincter was blown violently open by the huge 12 second long fart. It was loud ,violent and echoed in the stall. Her dress fluttered from the force of it, her stomach deflating a little bit and she started to sweat. It cut off for a moment her sphincter clenching. Tess felt the relief from this release gave a little moan. She had to hold herself in the front to stop her piss from escaping. The pain built up again and she let out another long fart, it was 9 seconds long and was gentler than the other one. A fine brown mist sprayed out from between her huge cheeks with this fart, speckling the wall behind her in brown flecks. It sounded airy and slightly bubbly, then stopped.
Tess didn't have time to have time to enjoy the relief however when her stomach suddenly churned violently and a huge hard turd pressed against her quickly clenched ass hole. The mess in her bulging bowels bubbled and shifted further downwards, putting further pressure on her ass.
Tess squirmed and bounced on the toilet seat
" Not yet!"
She stood up suddenly hoping to hold on further, but then her stomach cramped, forcing Tess to bend over, her ass wriggling in the air as the tip of a huge turd forced it's way out. It was rounded and smooth and her ass hole had to stretch wider and wider as the log inched its way out.
Tess was trembling, sweat coated her body and dripped off her now exposed boobs.
Her stomach cramped again and the log grew faster, Tess couldn't get a proper breath it was so huge.
She pushed and grunted loudly, it broke and fell in the toilet splashing the back of Tess's legs. Tess crouched over the toilet and continued to push and grunt as thick soft turds were rapidly ejected into the toilet. The toilet was rather small and the huge smelly turds started to pile up. Tess stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Her stomach no longer bulged as it had done before.
There was still a bit left so she pushed again and liquid shit squirted out for 7 seconds. It coated the shit-pile and a few strings of it splashed on the toilet seat.
Exhausted, Tess leaned up against the door, her sweaty pillowy breasts squashed against her chest, sweat dripping from her soaked body.
She wriggled slightly as she clutched her pussy, getting her bladder back in control.
Tired but somewhat recovered, she wiped between her cheeks and her ass hole with a scrunch of toilet paper and placed it on top of the pile of shit. The peak of which poked a couple of inches above the toilet seat. Flies started to Buzz around it.
Tess adjusted her sweat damp dress to cover her nipples again, washed her hands and walked out. She wobbled slightly on unsteady legs and never minded the smell of shit that still clung to her.
Chapter three
Tess, the 23 year old, curvaceous brunette was full of piss and more was continuing to be added to her tank of a bladder.
Having shat her brains out three hours ago, Tess's bladder had more room to expand. And expand it did as Tess continued to guzzle bottle after bottle of water. Now extremely hydrated, her kidneys pumped all of it into her cavernous bladder. She looked ready to give birth.
In the past three hours she had joined a group of young beach goers and enjoyd herself chatting and flirting with them. One time she got into a wrestling match with another girl of similar build. Tess's dress becoming completely disarray, nipples slipping free and her dress bunched up to expose all, huge wobbling ass and her now sandy privates. There were Moist shorts and bikini bottoms galore.
The wrestling definitely increased the intensity of her needing to piss, the other girl would knock and squeeze her large, bulging bladder. After which both were thoroughly tired and sweaty and Tess had won, she had to squeeze and rub her pussy, exposing hersef in front of the group to get herself under control again. More moist and sticky bottoms.
It was heading into the afternoon and the group started to disperse and Tess began on the journey home.
Trouble was, her bladder had stretched so much, it was making it difficult for her to walk normally.
Throughout the day She had drunk about ten or eleven litres of liquids, non of which has escaped past her urethra.
Her dress was stretched tightly across the bulge raising the hem of the dress so she had to occasionally tug it down again to try and cover her naked pussy.
Tess walked stiffly along the footpath, hands clenched to her sides, her bladder aching and pulsing for her to piss with every step.
Suddenly her bladder was hit with urgency, squeezing and throbbing, Tess convolsed and jammed a hand in her pussy, the urgency increased, her lips red and swollen, her clit twitching with need, her fingers pressed hard and a squirt splashed out, wetting her hand, increasing her urgency. She squirmed, butt bouncing in the air as she doubled over. Another longer squirt escaped past her fingers onto her legs, then another! Panicking Tess clenched hard her sphincter letting one more squirt go before firmly closing again. She continued to hold herself as the urgency died down. Her bladder sloshed threatening, she could feel it stretch more as piss continued to be pumped in. Tess moaned loudly.
She could see her building by now and squirted again as she whimpered in relief.
She hobbled over to the building her wet hand buried in her crotch. Her other hand clutching her purse.
Inside the building she stepped inside the lift. The doors closed. Tess pressed the number for her floor and the lift started to rise slowly. Suddenly it gave a shudder and then halted. Tess was trapped!
A burning sensation started in her bladder, she squeaked and a jet of piss shot past her fingers hitting the dirty lift floor. Her bladder pulsed and more squirts jetted out, Tess jerking with every squirt, she fell to her knees as the squirts became longer, 2,3,5, second long, one wouldn't stop! It jetted out of her with force. She made a desperate decision.
Moaning and whimpering she dropped her hand bag and squatted over it, piss started pouring into it. As she pissed, she caressed her bulge, stroking softly. Her piss grew stronger in intensity and width, producing a loud hiss. Her piss splashed and filled the bag. Eventually It over flowed.
Trying to reposition herself, she slipped on the soaking wet floor, landing on her bag, piss splashed everywhere. Piss splashing up in her face, open mouth and exposed breasts. landing on her bladder, her cunt briefly turned into a fire hose. She got up onto all fours trembling and squeezed her bladder muscles harder the thick jet of piss pumped out violently against the metal side of the lift. It pumped and pumped and pumped, it just kept on coming, Tess orgasmed twice, she collapsed on the soaked floor and rubbed her body against it rolling and thrusting. Still peeing, she soaked herself in the two inch lake she had created, her hair and her dress coated in piss.
The piss slowed to a normal pressure for a minute then died off. Five minutes of peeing had produced a pool of piss in the lift which Tess now lay in. She gave one final weak moan and orgasmed again.
The lift shuddered to life again and started rising. Stopping at her floor, the lift dinged and the doors slid open. A small tidal wave washed out onto the hallway carpet, creating a huge smelly puddle.
Tess was now almost too exhausted to stand. Her was dress translucent and yellow with piss. She heaved herself up, staggering and dripped down the hall to her door. Opening it and stepped inside.
She immediately had a shower, washing her hair and body, her dress still on. After, she slipped out of it, dried herself off and and fell into her bed were she fell instantly asleep. Never mind the pee stain from earlier or the wet pissy floor from this morning.
She was so exhausted and content that she completely forgot that she had left her squashed piss purse in the lift.
End note;
Please forgive me for my poor writing skills, this is my first complete fic ever and the first one posted online. I have admired many of the fics on this site for a while now and felt influenced to write a story of my own. Thank you for your patience.
Edited April 26, 2017 by Brown&yellow
I'm New to posting and hadn't got the full story down.
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Jenny and Annie had been planning a weekend to go visit their parents. They planned to leave Friday afternoon after school and arrive at their parents' house in the late evening. They would spend all day Saturday visiting and then drive home again Sunday afternoon. The drive was just under five hours each way. They took Annie's car because it is much nicer than Jenny's.
They arrived at their parents' house a little after 6pm, just in time for dinner. They were greeted at the door with warm hugs, sloppy kisses, tantalizing smells from the kitchen, and the wagging tail of an old but excited black lab. After exchanges of greetings and quick small talk, the girls were finally free to lug their suitcases to their rooms. Their mother started dinner late as she expected them to arrive closer to 7, so there was roughly 20 minutes to spare before they had to take their seats at the dinner table. Jenny stepped into her room and looked around. It was the room she grew up in, only now void of all of her belongings, which were located in her room at the apartment she shared with her sister. In front of her was a window, cut into slivers by blinds that were twisted half shut. Below that was a wooden desk. It was worn in the center from years of use and one of the drawers was broken. It sat crooked in it's cavity. She moved to the closet to set her suitcase down inside. It seemed much larger than she remembered, though it was simply because now it was empty and not packed with clothes and toys. She turned to the bed. Her mother had already went to the trouble of making it for her. Jenny pulled back the covers to reveal sky blue sheets underneath. She ran her hand over them to feel the texture and then realized that her mother had placed a waterproof mattress protector underneath. Jenny's face flushed red and burned as she had two embarrassing flashbacks.
When Jenny was 14, she decided to experiment one night. She went to bed without using the toilet first, and when she awoke in the night with the need to pee, she simply relaxed and peed the bed. The excitement and pleasure kept her awake for a couple more hours and she decided that she loved it. For fear of being caught, however, she waited 6 months before doing it again. After that she waited only 3 months. Then only 1. That was when she got caught. Her mother came into her room unannounced while she was removing her sheets to take to the wash. Between the large wet spot on the mattress and the smell, there was no hiding it. Jenny wanted to crawl under her bed and disappear. Her mom assumed it was an accident and calmly helped Jenny clean up, teaching her how to remove urine from furniture in the process. That day, she purchased a waterproof mattress protector for Jenny "just in case".
By the time Jenny was 15, she had gotten into the habit of wetting the bed on purpose about once per week. As she neared 16, she became more daring and began wetting the bed nearly ever night. Busted again. Her mom noticed how frequently she was washing her sheets and the mattress protector and confronted Jenny. At first Jenny went along with the accidents excuse that her mother conveniently proposed for her. But then, her mom said that she was going to make a doctor appointment for Jenny to see if there are any treatments for nighttime incontinence. Even before her mother picked up the phone Jenny was humiliated. She pleaded with her mom, but her mother insisted. Jenny finally came clean as her mother typed digits into the phone. In tears, she confessed that she was wetting the bed on purpose and that she enjoyed it. Her mother paused in disbelief. She had dialed 5 digits and her finger was positioned to peck the 6th. She stared at Jenny for a long time. Jenny sat sideways in a kitchen with her head hung in embarrassment and tears rolling down her face. She dared not look at her mother. With each second of silence her anxiety grew. The butterflies in her stomach seemed to turn into hot snakes slithering around inside of her and her neck began to hurt from the weight of her sagging head and drooping shoulders. Finally her mother broke the silence. Her arms relaxed to her sides, her left hand still grasping the phone, she said softly "Is that the truth?" A lump in Jenny's throat prevented her from speaking and she simply nodded her head. Her mother looked past her and out the window, then back at Jenny. Still in disbelief she confirmed again "You...do it on purpose?" Jenny again nodded. Her mother set down the phone and left the room. Jenny went to her room and shut the door. An hour later her mother came in and made a deal with Jenny. Jenny could wet the bed as she pleases under three conditions: 1. She always cleans up after herself and doesn't ruin the mattress. 2. She does all of her own laundry from then on. 3. She doesn't let it become excessive.
Jenny forced a smile and pushed the memories out of her head. She closed and locked the door to her room, then pulled the covers all the way down. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and pulled them down. She had on a pair of dark red silky bikini style panties that hugged her butt just perfectly. They had only minimal frills along the edges. She sat down in the center of the bed and slid across so that her back was against the wall. Her jeans were bunched up around her ankles and the shoes that contained her feet dangled off the edge of the bed. She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes as she relaxed and began to pee. She had been holding it for a couple of hours and had much pressure built up. The stream hissed loudly as it pounded against her panties like a raging river pounding rocks in it's path. Quickly it pooled around her butt and soaked her panties. She opened her eyes and watched the dark wet spot on the blue sheet grow in all directions. It glistened and shined. A chill went down her spine and she suddenly had the urge to touch herself. She turned her gaze to her crotch and watched the hissing urine push through the dark fabric. She felt so naughty. The urge to masturbate grew stronger and stronger by the second, but she was mesmerized by the warm liquid gold that rushed from that area. Finally the stream began to fade along with the hissing and the pressure in her bladder. She leaned her head back against the wall and glanced at her watch. She had only 5 minutes until she had to be downstairs. She shall have to wait until later to pleasure herself. With a sigh of disappointment, she moved herself far across the bed to a dry spot and wiped her butt back and forth several times to remove some of the wetness from her panties. Then she stood up and pulled her jeans up over them. She turned the fan on and pointed it at the wet spot. She knew that it would still be wet come bed time, but she didn't mind. She shut the door as she left the room and joined her family downstairs. Annie was helping her mother set the table and her father was stirring a pitcher of juice. Jenny took her seat and fought the desire to touch herself under the table. Had she been home alone with Annie, she would've gone all out on herself. She and Annie were not the slightest bit shy in front of each other. But Jenny did not want to humiliate herself in front of her parents.
After dinner, Jenny and Annie helped their mother clean up while their father set up a movie on the living room TV. Jenny kept her backside facing away from her father as much as possible. The butt of her jeans was damp in the shape of her panties. One would have to be staring directly at them to notice, but regardless, she was careful. She didn't care if Annie noticed. Jenny pees her pants in front of Annie almost daily. She didn't want her mom to notice, but it was much better than her dad. As far as Jenny knows, her dad has never known about Jenny peeing herself, including her bed wetting.
While shuffling about in the kitchen, Jenny's mom leaned over to her and whispered in her ear "Did you pee your pants?" Jenny's gaze snapped to her mother's eyes with a look of surprise, even though she knew she really should not be surprised. Jenny whispered back a white lie "Just my panties on the toilet." Her mother looked relieved and responded "Oh, good. I was worried you might have done it on the dining room chair." The dining room chairs were padded with cloth covering. The covering could not be removed and the chair would've been nearly impossible to clean fully.
After the movie, everyone went to their separate rooms to get ready for bed. Jenny found Annie in the bathroom brushing her teeth. She joined her sister in brushing her teeth. After, she shut the door and sat on the toilet without pulling down her jeans and peed through them while Annie undressed and got in the shower. Jenny returned to her room and removed her wet jeans, then put on some pajama pants. She did not change her panties. She crawled into her still wet bed. It was cold and she immediately regretted peeing in the toilet. She could've peed the bed again to warm it back up. After a few shivering moments, she put her hands into her panties and began to masturbate vigorously. She warmed up and had an orgasm fairly quickly. She forgot to stifle her first moan and startled herself with it's volume. At home, she and Annie didn't worry about muffling themselves, but here, they didn't want their parents to hear. Jenny continued to masturbate even though she had already orgasmed. This time she dragged it out. Softly, she rolled slightly side to side. Her legs bent and straightened at seemingly random intervals. She took great care to keep her noises quiet. Her hands were covered with cum. Finally, after nearly half an hour she allowed herself to orgasm a second time. She was unable to keep the first moan quiet despite all of her effort. She quickly slapped a slimy hand over her mouth but the second moan was still too loud. She grabbed the pillow from behind her head and smashed it against her face as another loud moan escaped her lips. Perhaps if she stopped rubbing herself with her other hand she could control herself, but it was of no use. Her brain commanded her hand to remove itself from her panties, but sensations of her body overpowered the signal and she continued to rub. Her hips bounced uncontrollably against the soggy bed. She moaned again into the pillow. It was good fortune that the room next to hers was Annie's and not their parents'. This powerful orgasm, this unbelievably powerful orgasm lasted several minutes. Jenny jumped when her phone vibrated on the nightstand next to the fan. It snapped her out it and her orgasm quickly faded. She wiped her hands as best as she could on her pajamas and the sheets and then checked her phone. It was a text message from Annie: "Having fun over there? ;-)" Jenny smiled and sent back "Yeah, you jealous?" Annie responded with "Yeah. I can't be that loud without mom and dad hearing."
To be continued... |
AuthorFaust: For those who have already seen this: Right now Faust is just copying over the Fire Emblem Story to a different thread. So, nothing new has appeared..yet.
But, Faust just figured it was actually investing enough of a story for Faust, that he wanted to make it a bit easier to find, at a later time...And, the assorted fic thread is for..well, Assorted Fics. So, please...Bear with Faust a bit longer. He'll have an update on this soon.....
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[Chapter 1: Beginnings]
"Ugh....This should make about six, now.."
Six times, he'd wandered through the worlds....Six times, he'd arrived in this world, and refreshed his existence there....
Six times, he'd re-rolled his fate in this world.....And, hopefully, it would be his last.
"First, I need to direct Anna.." he called, answering the red haired girl's stock response of summoning him into the world......And the arrival of enemies. He raised his hand at this, pointing in the direction of an approaching Emblema solider....The red haired commander turning.
"On it..!" she called out, brandishing a large axe. Anna was a modestly endowed figure, with a red ponytail..and brilliant, golden armor. The typical armor of the Askr Empire, it seemed....And some very high crimson and golden boots.
She wielded an axe with noticeable skill.....And as she felled the foe before them with a pair of strikes...He continued along.
"Alright, let's keep moving Commander." he called to the woman, starting along..Thinking maybe...maybe this would be the one time....
"Oh damn...More soliders..! We're outnumbered..!"
...
'Never CAN get lucky with this sort of thing..' he addressed to himself flatly, before brandishing the divine artifact, Breidabrik, for the first...Arranged summon of the world...
"Virion..!" he called out, a regal looking man with silvery-blue hair emerging from what looked like the air...Brandishing a bow. His outfit looked not unlike the average noble, blue material accented by his white cravat.....As much as the summoner wanted to just call it a bib. "Attack that enemy! Anna, Follow up!"
It was like clockwork to him. The arrows would connect, and Anna's strike would fell the enemy. Then, an enemy archer would fire at Anna....
"Now, my skill Night Sky is..."
And she'd retaliate with a powerful strike of her axe, felling the man in a single blow. It was all the same as usual.....
"Right...We should leave, before we get found again." he added to the red haired girl, who nodded.
"Yes. Let's get a move on."
He'd found this world by almost accident, hearing about it from the other authors....Lightly experimenting time and again. Soon enough, he was taken to the Askr Empire...And, showed around a fair bit....
After the proper processes, shown around the castle...He moved straight for the summoning grounds....
"At this point, they start me off with enough for a full five summon, at least..." he stated, before glancing at the mass of orbs in a conjured space, provided by the deities of the world. "Maybe two..."
The summoning grounds were a mystical place. A stone platform with a magical rune in the center....And a pillar, with an indentation for the orbs."Process is simple enough.." the summoner called, settling down the set of orbs as he narrated himself.. "Set the orbs in place, stand in middle.."
The orbs started to glow, a mixture of Red and white.
"Load said orb into indentation.."
He lifted one of the red orbs, and slotted it into the indentation.
"Fire Breidabrik."
He held up the gun-like artifact, and pulled the trigger....Firing out a surge of energy that amassed in the orb.
The orbs would glow upon receiving the energy....Kick up some smoke, and then it would manifest in the form of a legendary Hero, from across the worlds.
'Or, as we tend to know them...The games.' the Summoner thought, folding his arms. 'Starting with a red should be safe enough. Hey, maybe I could get a real cutie. Like Lucina, or even Tiki.'
The summoner smiled lightly at the thought, losing himself in the pillowing smoke a bit.'I wouldn't mind getting called Onii-Chan again for a bit.'
He could feel a slight rumble under his feet at this......Snapping out of his trance in time for the figure to emerge....Bracing...
"Oooh..a rare one.." he noted, as the energy finally settled on a form....Green hair catching his eyes at first......
Followed swiftly by blue armor, and a familiar...brilliant blade...wielded in the left hand..
"Ah....It's.."
"My name is Alm, the leader of the Deliverance." the hero answered....Male, and looking a bit younger than expected. "You can count on me to take up my sword for your cause."
"It's nice to meet you, Alm." the summoner answered politely, offering his hand out in a shake. "The commander will be here to show you to your room soon enough. Welcome to the Askr Empire."
"Understood!" the boy called, lifting up his weapon. "My Falchion and I will serve you well."
The summoner nodded his head, as he started to repeat the process for the other orbs.
"Three colorless orbs.." the summoner stated, going through each summon in turn. First, a man with brown hair, and a red scarf....
'..An upgraded thief...'
A bit of smoke kicked up....followed by a slightly older man, with white hair and an eyepatch...
'That perverse archer...'
And, yet another archer...but, with blonde hair, and a purple outfit...
'And Klein. ....Not the worst.' the Summoner called, giving him the same response of sending him to his room as he did to Alm, and the others....
"Well..just...Just one red orb left." the summoner called to himself, sounding a bit distressed. He held the orb close to his face, as he started to whisper quietly to it...
"Tiki...Tiki...Tiki..." he chanted...."I'll settle for a Tharja, or a Lucina.."
He slotted the orb into position, and readied Breidabrik again. He held his breath, crossed his fingers metaphorically...and...
Bang...!
The energy coursed through the red orb....Starting to glow anew.
'C'mon.....C'mon...!'
A rush of billowing smoke....
'Yesss.....!'
A small rumble of the earth...
'Yesssss..!!!'
And, a flash of blue hair. He gasped softly....Before seeing some shoulder pauldrons, and an unfamiliar blade held at the side. A sharp exhale, attempting to hide his disappointment later, he appraised the figure. Long blue bangs...A flowing cape, and white gloves....
"I am Seliph, a Son pledged to fufilling a wish my father made as he died a bitter death......To battle Darkness."
"R...Right...Right." the summoner called, starting to compose himself. "Welcome to the Order of Heroes, Seliph..."
"I will aid you as best as I can, Summoner.." Seliph called, bowing his head. "My Tyrfing and I will endure any hardship that comes our way, to protect you."
"I'll be counting on you." the summoner called, gesturing aside. "Go ahead and step this way: Commander Anna should be arriving shortly to escort you to your quarters."
"Yessir."
The summoner lightly folded his arms, sighing lightly as soon as Seliph was out of earshot.
"I mean, two five star units is better than I've been getting.." he addressed, taking a tensed breath. "But, they're both reds....and both guys. Man, what's a guy gotta do to get a waifu around here?"
He considered scattering his essence, and re-constituting it...repeating the process he'd been enduring for the past few days...But relented, looking down at his bag.
"Just...barely have enough for one more full summon." he called, starting to pull them out. "If I don't get like, a Nino, a Cordelia, or just...some female, I might just have to re-roll again.."
He moved to the center of the summoning platform again, watching as the orbs manifested into different colors...Looking over them again.
"A Blue...Two Red..and two colorless.." the summoner stated, rubbing his head. "Well, no Nino to be found here.."
He moved over to lift the blue orb, settling it into the summoning pedestal again. He stepped back, and fired his tool yet again...Watching as it shimmered...
'No smoke....Means..' he noted as it formed...a younger looking boy, with a metallic pot on his head and a makeshift spear in his hand appearing.
'Farmboy..'
He lifted one of the colorless orbs, and fired again...Seeing a familiar figure.
'Gah, that same thief again..!' he snapped, seeing the brown haired thief he already summoned appear anew. It was...irritating to get mulitple iterations of the same hero, but he had to at least see the summoning through...lest he waste the orbs he'd used.
A red orb was loaded....Though, while his hopes were high, no signalling smoke meant that the figure that emerged would be...
'Well..At least this one is a girl..' he addressed, moving over to help a girl with long purple hair, and a flowing cape stay on her feet. 'But...She's a three star..'
He gently escorted the girl down the steps, as he moved back to the last two orbs...Another red, and another colorless one.
"Luck be a lady tonight..!" he called to himself, slotting the red orb in, and firing...watching....and slumping pre-emptively...
"No smoke..which means.." he started before the summoning even finished......A figure with orange hair emerging....Wielding a simple steel sword, and blue armor.
"My name is Eliwood. I am the ruler of.."
The summoner wasn't entirely listening...But, he nodded along politely. The man was a legendary figure to this world, responsible for a war long ago...Yet...
'Why do I keep getting all these three-stars?' he thought to himself, almost not wanting to pick up the last orb....But, relenting. 'I mean, I don't expect another five star, but would it be too much to ask for at least a four star?'
He held Breidabrik up high without even thinking anymore, firing it at the orb haphazardly. A few seconds passed....
Ksssshhh
A surge of pillowing smoke.....Enough to catch the summoner's eye.
'Oooh, maybe I can get a healer.' he thought, as he wafted through the possibilities. 'Like Elise, or Sakura, or..'
The ground started to rumble again...and the Summoner's eyes lit up.
'Ooooh!!! A Five star! Forget a healer, it might be a Taku-.'
The Surge of energy burst out at this...Forming in front of the summoner. He shielded his eyes for a few moments, before looking through the smoke....
'A Bow...' he thought, giddy...Before seeing a completely unfamiliar figure holding it. A girl, with dusty blonde hair that trailed over her shoulder in braided twintails, and a respectable figure with a more than modest bust. Her attire was rather plain...A large, tannish-red dress with a matching shawl, and some brown boots.... The summoner found himself looking her over a few more times quietly....leaving the girl to approach him, rather than the opposite.
"My name is Faye." she started, with an easy bow. "I'm glad to help. I've trained with the Deliverance, you know...."
"Ah...Right. I'm-" the summoner started, unsure of how to properly respond....Before suddenly feeling the girl's hand taking his. "Ah..? Is something.."
He felt his hand being lifted up to the girl's face, as she took in a deep breath...Smelling it?
"You smell like Alm...Have you seen him?" she called out in a low voice...barely above a whisper. The summoner visibly flinched at this, blinking in surprise.
"Ah..? Oh..Erm...Ah..." he stated quietly, thinking back a bit....Before recollecting the boy with green hair. "O..Oh yeah. He's here too! I summoned him earlier, and..."
He felt the girl get uncomfortably close to him, her chestnut-colored eyes gazing into his intensely.
"Take me to him..."
The summoner froze at this...The summoning ritual fading around them, as he held his ground for a few tensed moments...feeling his heart skip a beat.
"I...Sure..!" he answered after a pause....the girl slowly backing up, with a warm, easy smile.
"Thank you very much summoner." she called out in what sounded like a sincere tone, letting her hands rest behind her back. "Please, lead the way."
It wasn't unheard of for one of the summons to know another......Or to want to see one another. After all, the only real changes in demeanor he ever noticed was that they would loyally follow his orders in battle. They were still people.....
'Well, as much as they can be, at least...' he thought to himself as he started down the halls, glancing around for the telltale green hair, turning a bit.
"So....what do you like to do, Faye?' he called quietly, attempting to make small talk with the villager.
"Oh? Well....I like to pick flowers...." she started, lightly pressing her fingers to her chin. "And....selling flowers too!"
"I...see.." he answered back quietly, pausing as he saw the blue haired swordsman, Seliph again.
"Ah....Did you need something?" the man called out quickly, seeing the look in the summoner's eyes.
"Hm? Oh, yeah." the summoner replied, before glancing a bit at Faye. "Did you...see where Alm went? He's that swordsman with green hair, and.."
"Oh, he went to the training grounds." Seliph called, with a small nod. "Said he wanted to work hard. I should join him.."
It was barely a moment to pass for the summoner to turn around, before Faye was gone. He hesitated....But decided it was probably for the best if he'd just let the girl wander a bit....
"She'll...find it eventually." he told himself as he started along....Wondering just what kind of group he'd summoned this time...
......
............
"Yes, Yes...I know how to use an assist skill." the Summoner called after having gone through the rest of the hand-holding tutorial levels, gesturing with his hands. "Seliph, Alm! Take out Xander! Faye, take out that archer!"
"Do my best..." the blonde girl called, darting forward fearlessly, and pulling back an arrow. The summoner braced as he waited for the other unit to fight back....But, in surprise, noticed that he merely recoiled....Not even readying an arrow in response.
'Huh...That's new.' The summoner called, directing the Commander to finish off the Archer with her mighty axe...As the two swordsmen clashed with the horseback foe. As powerful as he could be, even he couldn't handle being outnumbered....And, in no time at all, the enemy forces were retreating.
"We did it!" the Commander called, grinning. "Good job summoner!"
The summoner chuckled lightly, starting back with the others. Yet....
"Thank you for your sound tactical advice, milord." Alm's kind voice called, clasping a hand on his shoulder. The summoner could be seen buckling a bit, but merely smiled, and nodded.
"We...Well, it was your hard work that won the day." he called, turning to Seliph. "You two....You and your Tyrfing are impressive as Alm's Falchion."
"Ah...You flatter me..." Seliph retorted, modestly. "It was thanks to Alm that I was able to catch him off guard. Thank you..."
"And Faye's arrow struck tru.." the summoner added...Finding the blonde haired girl nowhere to be seen. He paused....tilting his head a bit. "Where...did she go?"
"Don't tell me you didn't notice?" the commander mused, striding up to him. "Her rigid posture....Her tone of voice...."
"Ah..?" the summoner replied, as Seliph seemed to avert his gaze.
"Oh, so it's....that." he called, lightly brushing his hair back. "I..erm..didn't want to say anything..."
"Huh? What are you talking about..?"
It took the summoner a few moments more than he would have liked to understand what they meant....But, he felt a slight flush forming. She hadn't seemed...that tense when he was watching her. Her long legs weren't exactly pressed together, and....
...
'Oh God, I was staring at her, wasn't I?' he noted to himself, shaking his head.
"Ah, it's fine. I'm going to go train some more..." Alm called as they returned to the castle, heading down the path towards the training grounds. "Just...call me if you're in need, Summoner."
"Ah, permit me to join you.." Seliph called, pacing along with him. "I find training most effective with a partner..."
The summoner watched the two swordsmen start off together, and he let out a small sigh, glancing down at his pouch.
'I suppose I could try to summon again..' he thought, glancing down at the orbs within. 'I've got enough for two, if I...'
As if like clockwork, his pouch suddenly seemed to pop open...A single orb starting to roll away.
"Oh for the love of Naga..." he snapped, starting after it in a grumpy huff.
A small distance of rolling later though, as he scooped it up.....
"Oh Alm..." a familiar voice called, commanding his attention. "Can't you see how much I love you?"
The summoner looked up to see the familiar blonde hair, peering through a bush. He didn't need binoculars to know where the girl's attention was....pacing quietly closer to see the training grounds just within visibility of her location.
'Oh wow...She's a stalker..' he thought to himself, quietly pocketing the runaway orb...As he started to take a step back. 'I'd better...."
The sudden rustling of the bush caught his ears far too easily....And, as much as he wanted to retreat, his eyes found their way back to the girl's figure...Now hunched over in a kneeling position.
"Mmmmth...What would you have done, if you'd seen this..?" Faye's voice called out to the air, as she started to lift up her long dress...Revealing some lightly pale, creamy white thighs....And.....
"How you make me feel.....and....That I..."
A completely bare bottom, some sort of fluid trailing down her thighs. The summoner's face glew bright red at this....As he struggled to tear his eyes away from the sight.....
"Ahhhnn......"
Though, far too late to miss the show. A low, quiet trickling sound could be heard...as a small stream started to spray onto the ground at her feet, splashing noisily as she let out a soft, groan.
"Ohhhhhh...Oh Alm.... What would you do if you stumbled into me like this...?" she whispered to herself, her sputtering stream consistently squirting out of her. "Just...beyond my limits of control.....Unable to do anything but hike up my dress and.....Go."
The Summoner covered his mouth at this in an attempt to mask his breathing...The girl's stream splashing away merrily as Faye continued her inquisition.
"Would you scold me for waiting too long? Or, for daring to not wear anything under my dress?" she continued to ask, lightly bucking her hips. "Or maybe, you'd know that I've been going through so many garments around you that I quite simply can't....Keep...Dry.."
He could see her stream losing force.....Even as liquid glistened on her thighs....And, he knew he had to get out of there...He had to avoid being seen...
But.....
"Ohhhhhhh...." the girl's voice softly groaned...And he started to step away..
Crunch....
'Shit..!'
A rogue tree-branch, trodden on at the worst possible time. The Summoner flinched, held his breath, and prayed...Hoping that maybe....
"I know you're there."
A sudden shift in tone, the sweetly, naughty girl's voice gaining a fierce edge....And in just as many moments...The summoner could feel his blood run cold...
"Come out...slowly."
Every part of him wanted to run....Every fabric of his being screamed at him to leave the world, and never return.....
But, rational thought had left him...he'd merely complied, stepping out with his hands up.
"I'm sorry! I was just trying to follow this orb and...." he immediately confessed....His eyes slammed shut as if to pretend he hadn't had that amazing view....Pausing only when he felt something shockingly cold on his neck...
"How long...have you been there?" the girl's voice called....As he dared to open an eye...
"I...erm...I just..." he started, noticing an arrowtip held to his throat. "I...I heard you talking about Alm! And...and what you were wondering...and..and.."
He braced himself for the worst.....feeling the cold against his neck press a bit harder.....Followed by a sudden warmth on his shoulder, the girl's head now resting on his shoulder...
"I can smell Alm on you.." she mused again, in her softer....but still chilling tone. "You're the tactician.....So, I won't do anything......."
A sharp pain sparked through his body, the girl's teeth sinking into the shoulder that Alm had patted a short while ago...
"Yet."
He felt his whole body freeze up anew, feeling the girl's tongue lashing over him....Before pulling back with the same smile as when she first greeted him...Hiding her terrifying visage behind a sweet...innocent smile...
"But, you must not tell Alm of what you saw here.." she added, in a much more relaxed tone. "A maiden's heart is a sensitive thing....and I wish to confess at my own pace. I don't wish for anyone to spoil my affections for him. Understood?"
The Summoner merely nodded quietly, too afraid to even address the other part of what he'd seen...The girl's fingers brushing against his lips.
"As for peeping in on me, in such a delicate moment.." she interjected almost immediately, the Summoner's body visibly flinching and bracing for another assault.....Opening his eyes again after a few mere moments to a gentle smile.
"I don't see the harm in permitting you to watch....As proper compensation for bringing Alm and I together in this world as well...... Without any of those...troublesome girls to distract him...I can properly take my time expressing my love."
The summoner could feel his heart beating again at this, wondering if he'd gotten off of the hook for the accident....Before the girl's eyes shifted again.
"But know this..." she started again, her voice dropping to the menacing tone. "If you do...anything to sully my chances with Alm.... You WILL regret it."
"U...U..Understood!" the summoner called, nodding his head so hard he felt like it was going to fall off.....
"Wonderful!" she mused, her hand rubbing the same shoulder as before. "I'm glad we could have this talk. Now, you must be tired, Summoner. Please, get some rest for me, okay?"
"Y..Yes Ma'am!" he started, before seeing the girl's eyes darken again. "I..I mean Faye...!"
The girl's eyes brightened again, and he spared no further second to put as much distance between him and the girl again.
Darting through the halls, past the commander, the prince, and the princess, he hurriedly returned to his room, and almost completely collapsed onto the bed.
"Gods, what did I get myself into this time..?" he stated, brushing his hand over the bite mark on his shoulder. "I shouldn't stay here...It would be dangerous...."
But....
'But....'
He couldn't help but feel...a little more invested in this world than he had been before. Was it the implied death threat? Or.....
..
.........
"Mmm....He's not quite Alm, but...."
[Chapter 1: Beginnings, End]
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[Chatper 2: Dangerous]
[Dangerous, Part 1]
The next morning came all too soon, it felt....As the summoner quietly pushed himself out of bed.
"Nnngh...Maybe it was all some kind of bad dream.." he thought to himself audibly, rubbing the side of his head. "I..I mean..."
He shook off the thoughts of the previous night, feeling at his shoulder absentmindedly....And feeling the little marks.
"....I should do that summoning.." he remarked to himself to try to distance himself from the memories, quickly gathering his robe and darting down the halls.
"Good morning, summoner!" Seliph's voice calls as he practically zoomed past him, with a wave.
"Hi Seliph, Bye Seliph." he quipped, taking a left...and then a right.
"Morning, Summoner!" Alm politely greeted, as the summoner weaved past him as well.
"Hi Alm Bye Alm." he added, picking up the pace a bit. He wasn't exactly excited to do some summoning...rather, he was trying to avoid....
"Ah, Summoner!" the only person he couldn't blow off called out, freezing him in his tracks. "We've got a new recruit."
"C..Commander Anna.." he groaned quietly, before turning his head and...
....
"Hello...! You must be..the tactician around here?"
An unfamiliar girl, who was a little taller than him. With long, green hair that trailed down her back....A form-hugging sort of short dress...a white chest plate....
"Ah...Y..yes.." the summoner called, glancing down at her long legs...covered by what looked like some black tights, and knee-high boots. "I'm..."
"Hehehe...You're staring, you know?" she pointed out to him quietly, prompting a face-flush from the summoner. "It's okay, don't feel bad about it. I'm Palla, of the Macedonian Whitewings."
The summoner lightly snapped to attention, extending his hand out to the green haired girl.
"N..nice to meet you.." he called out lightly, as she took his hand. "Um..White Wings?"
"Named for the Pegasus they ride." Anna whispered into his ear, the boy flinching again.
"A..Ah...Right..!" he sounded, as Palla chuckled.
"Don't be afraid to come to me if you have any trouble." she assured, smiling a gentle, warm smile. "I've two younger siblings, so I've always been good at supporting people."
"I..I'll keep that in mind." the summoner remarked, nodding his head as Palla started off....Trying to shake off his embarrassment.
"Oh, and....Faye wanted to see you too..By the way." Anna added in a slightly matter-of-fact way. "Something about breakfast. Don't move too fast with her now, summoner."
"C..Commander..!" he stammered out far too late, watching as the mischievous redhead stuck her tongue out teasingly...And strode off to leave him alone with his thoughts.
"...W..Well, I can always summon afterwards.." he remarked to himself, quietly. "I..I'd better see what Faye wants..."
He could tell himself he didn't have to see her.....But, a small voice in his head told him it would be a bad idea to ignore her, and he reluctantly agreed. The summoner strode down the halls once more, passing by several other figures conversing, debating, and otherwise communicating with one another...Before pushing his way into the kitchen.
"Faye....? Are you in he-" he barely started, before seeing those familiar twinbraids...Dusty blonde hair quickly giving way to a.....worryingly sweet grin.
"Oh good morning, Summoner!" she called out in far too perky of a tone compared to the previous night. "I just thought that you deserved a little something for bringing me and Alm together in this world again. Sooooooo....I made you some breakfast!"
"R..Really..?" the summoner's mouth remarked, before he could properly stop himself, sheepishly taking a seat.. "U..Um..T..Thanks.."
"Ehehehe...No problem." she sounded in an almost song-like tone, as she set a plate of...remarkably normal looking food in front of him. The summoner paused for a bit, hesitantly reaching for a utensil as the girl watched him...eerily...
"No need to worry! It's perfectly safe." she mused, in a gently teasing tone. "Go on, eat up!"
'I feel like it would be unwise to accept her offer..' he thought, looking it over....before sticking in a spoonful. 'But, somehow I think it'd be more dangerous if I declined.'
He took a careful first bite...expecting something foul, or toxic...But instead....
"This is....Amazing..!" he called, before starting to dig in hungrily, his body finally seeming to remember how long it'd been since he'd eaten. "Faye, what...What did you put in this?"
"Ohhh, you know." she mused, letting a hand rest on her cheek. "The usual ingredients....A little bit of love.....And a bit of Crocus Sativus."
"Ah, I see.." he sounded, quietly between bites....Before visibly pausing. "Wait....A bit of what?"
"Hm? Crocus Sativus?" Faye inquired lightly, as she rest her head in her hand. "It's more commonly known as Saffron....An Aphrodisiac."
The summoner dropped his spoon, feeling his body starting to become..uncomfortably warm and tensed.
"Oh, looks like I used enough..." Faye mused, as she moved closer to the summoner's view, and knowingly knelt down so his eyes were level with her... considerable bust. "Well, then we can get to what I really wanted to talk about."
The Summoner tried his damnedest to tear his eyes away from the girl's dress, and some exposed cleavage....Fruitlessly.
"Now, I know we just got a new recruit." she stated quietly, in her menacing tone. "Miss Palla. Whitewing. You've met, I'm sure..."
"Y..Y..Yes.." the summoner stammered, still feebly trying to avert his gaze....his body starting to lightly quiver as his mind wandered. If her outfit went down a few more inches.....
"I would never suggest denying our army additional manpower..." Faye added coyly, as she shifted her arms a bit to lightly push her bosom out a bit more, making them look even larger than before. "But...Goodness knows I don't want Alm making eyes at another woman. So, I have a request..."
"Y..Y..Yes..?" he feebly sounded, wanting nothing more than to leap onto her, and pop her bust free of her dress, and.....
"Put Alm on training duty." she called, squeezing her arms around again. "Double down, even."
"D..Double..." the summoner mouthed lightly, prompting a few giggles from the menacing village girl.
"I'll decide for myself if she's going to be a problem...." Faye added, lightly inching back. "But until then, you are to bring her and me along in our battles......Understood?"
"Y..Y..Yes.." he weakly sounded, finally managing enough willpower to clasp his eyes shut...A soft, lithe finger brushing against his cheek.
"You do that..." the girl added, as she leaned into his ear, something soft pressing into his side. "And I'll...help you with your little..Problem. Sound like a deal?"
He couldn't think of any way out of this...and he certainly wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up a firm resistance....So...
"D..D..D..Deal..!" he sounded out in a shaky stutter, as the feeling of her body suddenly backed away.
"Perfect! I'll be waiting then, Summoner!" she mused, back in her usual, pleasant tone. "See you inna bit"
The summoner froze for a few moments, seeing the various cooking implements scattered around the kitchen....worrying about what he'd gotten himself into, despite all of the lustful thoughts plaguing him....
'Gods.....She's....a dangerous woman..'
And yet...
[Chapter 2, Dangerous, Part 1, End]
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[Chapter 2, Dangerous, Part 2]
Three..........Four...Five times now, the summoner had dunked his head in a well of cold water....
Trying desperately to calm himself after the morning's deception, still trying to subdue the lingering effects of Faye's meal....
"How was I supposed to know a girl was going to join our team on her own?" he called to himself, still lightly aflush. "Stupid....freaking.."
He shook his head, before starting along the area again, going to do what he'd intended to before the little distraction....
Finally visit the summoning grounds.
"Might as well see what I can get with these orbs.." he called to himself as he started to slot in the orbs....flinching as he realized something far too late...
"Grah..! I only have five!" he grumbled, gripping his hooded head between two clawed hands. "I thought for sure I had....Gahhhh..!"
He mentally chided himself for being so stupid....As the orbs charged into their colored forms...Four red, and a colorless..
"Well...Shit." he quipped to himself, looking at the colorless. Part of him wanted to reach for it, but the thought of another Faye possibly wandering around..
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.......
"Top one, don't fail me now!" he called, scooping it up, and starting to slot it into the pedestal. The other orbs lost their color almost immediately, as energy started to swirl around...
The crimson orb glowed......And, he raised his tool once more.....
BANG
Breidabrik fired into the orb, and he waited. Smoke started to pillow out from the pedestal, and he lightly perked up.
"Ah..?"
Rrrrummblll
"AH?!" he sounded even louder, bracing himself for the best...yet feebly trying to temper himself for inevitable failure....Before the all-encompassing light blinded him.....and then....
"You mean I don't have to sleep anymore? I can stay with everyone?"
The Summoner's eyes lit up for the first time in days wih pure glee, as he darted forward, and lifted up the summoned hero without pause. A petite girl, with a pink dress, a golden circlet, and long...forest green hair. A blue crystal was held in her grip, but...
"Uh huh..!" he called out, excitedly. "You can be with us, forever, Tiki!"
There was a small pause as much hugging occurred, before the girl's voice piped up again.
"...What about Vegetables?"
"We'll see." the Summoner called, lightly pressing on the girl's nose, and turning around. "C'mon, I'll show you around.."
"Okay..!" she mused back, holding out her hand for him to take. The Summoner smiled, and started to show her around the base for a time, before a familiar red haired girl interrupted his good time.
"Summoner, we've got reports of Emblema invading the world of mystery." Anna stated, quickly. "Muster your troops, and prepare for battle."
".....Yes Ma'am..." the summoner called in a deflated tone, kneeling down to the green haired girl. "We'll play around a bit later, okay? Just get used to the castle, and behave Tiki darling."
"Okay, I will!" the girl called in a perky tone, grinning. "Please be safe, summoner!"
He grinned back at her, before starting along...Heading out to the courtyard with a bit of spring in his step....
"Woah..! Easy girl...!"
The Summoner barely ducked out of the way of a descending Pegasus, seeing a familiar head of dark green.....
....
And, contrary to his previous conception, a sizable bottom, covered in very form fitting black spats. The boy found himself blushing once again, his previous lust having resurfaced almost immediately.
"Aha...Sorry. Was just taking her for a ride around here." Palla's voice called, as she dismounted the horse. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little red..."
"I..I'm fine.." he lied quickly, trying to avert his eyes from the girls....Even as his view trailed down her legs. It was easy to picture the girl's curves through her uniform, but.....
"Oh, you must be Palla.." Faye's voice interrupted, prompting the boy to stand at attention once more. "I'm Faye. It's nice to meet you."
"Oh, nice to meet you too." Palla added lightly, holding out a hand for the girl to take. "I got the orders. We're going to head out to help the World of Mystery, right?"
"Right." Faye mused, turning her head to look at the summoner...who was struggling to keep his eyes level with hers. "Will Alm be joining us?"
The Summoner froze at this.....but remembered the girl's words from earlier, and started to pull on his cloak nervously.
"U..Um...he...had a bunch of training he wanted to do.." he answered quickly, glancing along. "But, Seliph should be joining us. And..."
"Aww...Well, okay." Faye mused back innocently...and for a moment, the summoner wasn't sure he hadn't made a mistake somehow.....
"Well, I brought some drinks. In case we get thirsty." Palla called at this, reaching into a pouch on her pegasus's side to pull out a canteen. "Don't worry, I brought enough for everyone, so drink up."
"Oh...S..sure.." the summoner answered, politely taking a cup of it....Faye doing much of the same with...what he thought of as barely concealed intensity in her gaze.....along with her...shockingly calm breathing. He could barely see her ample bosom moving at all as they spoke, and..
....
'Gah..I need to focus..' he thought to himself, before starting to point forward.
"Enough talk! We should make our advance now!" he called out.....awkwardly. "I..I mean..the sooner we get this done, the better, yeah?"
"Mmm." Faye sounded in agreement, as the boy turned back to see Seliph arriving....And lead the group on...
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''Okay, yeah. I need to stop staring at Palla's ass.' the summoner thought to himself as he watched her pegasus swoop her down for another would-be deadly strike...proving their strength against the heroes of the world of mystery.....And freeing them....
...
Or, that was the plan, at least. He knew they were about halfway through the invasion, but before he could lead them towards their next destination, another pegasus swooped down from the skies...a girl with short blue hair, and a similar chemogasm/Breastplate combo to Palla....but, blue appearing.
"Sister, is that you?" the girl called, Palla leaping off of her mount to get a better look.
"Catria? What's wrong?" the green haired girl responded....As the summoner found himself looking back towards the blue haired girl. In the place of boots, she wore blue thigh-highs instead. And where he saw black material covering thigh with Palla...
Catria wore no such covering....Her own leap down from her pegasus making the summoner's addled mind wonder if she had anything on under it....
'No...No...Bad Summoner...Bad..' he thought to himself, shaking his head. 'Don't ogle the girl that we just met..'
Her bust was fairly modest as well...But, before he could get a better look at her, Palla quickly strode over to him, pure panic on her face.
"Summoner, Please..!" she remarked sharply, the boy wishing he hadn't missed the last part of the conversation. "We must go after them immediately! You understand, right?'
"U..Um...R..right.." he called, Palla's expression softening quickly.
"Thank you...!" she cried out, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him in a short, but tight hug.
"A..Ahhh...!"
He was certain she could feel a certain part of him against her thighs....But, if she minded, she didn't show it outwardly, as she leapt onto her pegasus.
"Come on, Let's go!"
The summoner nodded a bit, glancing to Faye who kept up her usual, slightly worrying smile...As they chased after....
...
.......
"A....Ahhhh.."
The group ended up eventually coming up to a battlezone, the summoner wincing as he looked around.
Armored knights, and discarded, bloody tomes scattered the wayside....Yet, as he looked up to see yet another pegasus with a different girl mounted atop it...Even he could see the weight of the situation through his lust-tainted mind.
"She's outnumbered..." he called out quietly, seeing the girl lunge with a spear at a foe swordsman. Her lance pierced his throat, and he fell to the ground.....
Yet, as he fell, it seemed as if three took his place, wielding different weapons. One holding a long lance, another gripping a heavy-looking axe....And another pulling back the string on a bow....
"Est..!" Palla's voice called, as the girl peeked over in their direction..The boy getting a glance at her. Pink hair, short like Catria.....But, while her outfit was a deep red, she wore long boots like Palla...Though....
"S..Sister..!" she cried out, her lance working to parry an incoming strike aimed at her pegasus....Looking to be her only advantage on the forces on the ground....
"But...archers are strong against Flyers.." he called to himself, scowling. "Shit...Seliph! Faye! I need you to head forward! Catria, Palla! Go save your sister!"
A mixed group of affirmations rang out as he sat back..trying to direct them through a quick path towards their target.
"I won't let you harm my sister!" Palla's voice cried out as the soliders turned....a few nasty grins on their faces.
"Eheh...Look here. Now there's one girl for each of us." the lance-wielding one called...prompting a scowl from the summoner.
"Well, you can have pinky." the axe-wielder called to the lance-wielder. "I like my girls to have some more shape on their bodies, like blue here..."
"Oh, so I get the plain green one?" the archer called, starting to aim an arrow. "Fine.... I'm gonna have fun pulling on that long hair."
'Okay, now I just wanna puke..' the summoner scowled, glancing over at Seliph. He darted forward with his legendary sword aloft, but....
"Gah...!"
The summoner's guard had been let down for a moment, and when he looked back, Catria had been knocked off of her Pegasus, tumbling to the ground as the axe-wielder started towards her. Though she quickly gripped her lance to strike back, the blade of his axe cleaved the end off of it handily.
"Shit...Seliph!" the summoner called as he brought down his blade on the man's shoulder, tearing open a sizable gash with a swift strike.....
"Tch..stupid heroes.." the lance-wielder called, plunging his spear into Palla's Pegasus, which left a very sizable wound....Palla leaping off with a bit more grace than her sibling.
"I won't forgive you for attacking my sister like that..!" she started, raising her blade to strike back.....Only to have the man butt the back of his spear against her stomach.
"I'm not asking for your forgiveness.." he called, sweeping the girl's legs in another fluid move. "No matter how much you scream for it.."
The summoner visibly flinched at this...Watching Est's pegasus buck her off to dodge an incoming arrow from the archer.
"Iyah....!" Est's voice squeaked out, as the archer paced closer....Kicking her now dropped lance firmly out of reach....
"Oi, check this out..." the lance wielder called, as all eyes on the battlefield turned towards him, and Palla. The Summoner's eyes went wide as he saw the man's spear lift up the front of her dress, and a pool of liquid started to sputter out between her thighs. "This one's pissing herself!"
Palla's cheeks burned in shame as the man roughly jabbed at her waist with the blunt side of his spear, clearly doing her body no favors.
"I wonder if this one would too." the archer called, pulling back an arrow aimed at Est's head. "You know you'll end up doing it when you die anyways, so might as well give us a show, pinkie!"
Est's body quivered, and shook...before the man let his arrow fly....
It missing her head, and planting itself into the ground right behind her.
"AHHH...Ahhhh..." the pinkette sounded, before a trickling could be heard...and her own thighs started to glisten with moisture.
"Ahahaha! These girls are barely out of diapers, yet they think themselves warriors? How shameful!"
"Yeah. Wetting yourself in front of the enemy. Do you sluts have no shame? I mean, come on..."
The summoner scowled, gripping Brediabrik, and leering up at the jeering man now hoisting Palla up by her hair.
"STOP IT, you MONSTERS!" he cried out to the man, who barely afforded him a distasteful glance.
"Shaddup..." the man called, before turning back to his prey. "We're going to have fun with you, aren't we?" he added, turning his head to look at his comrade in affirmation....freezing after a moment, and suddenly dropping Palla.
The summoner started towards the green haired rider immediately at this, his view going from her fallen form.... to the lance-wielding man beside her.
'Okay...So, If I charge him and thrust my weight into his chest, I might be able to.' he planned to himself as he started to get closer, looking over at the man...
Just in time to see his body tumble to the ground....red trickling down the visor of his helmet.
"Ah..? What the..." he sounded incredulously, looking for what caused it.....Noticing....
A single arrow....aimed true...Right between the eye holes of his helmet......
Fired by the dusty-blonde villager, who's eyes held a cold, steeled expression of pure malice.
"You people disgust me..." she snapped in a low tone, Seliph's own distaste for them apparent in the archer's own marred body....Slashed almost to the point of being unidentifiable.
The summoner breathed a sigh of relief, before darting over to the green haired girl, reaching out to help her up.
"Palla! Are you okay?" he called out quickly, Seliph helping Catria up, and Faye assisting Est to her feet.
"I...I've been better.." she groaned out, wincing. "Are Catria, and Est okay?"
"Yeah...Yeah they're fine." the Summoner called, hoisting the girl up onto his shoulder. "C'mon...Let's get you all back to base now..."
"Si...sisters.." Est sounded, looking near tears as Faye helped her over...Catria managing to hobble her way over as the trio embraced...Sniffling, some of them soaked, and crying...But, relieved.....
The summoner had been anxious for the longest time, but as they all started back, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment...The group managing to pull through their battles with everyone intact....
'E..Even if their garments are.....' he thought, stifling another flush. 'Are.....'
..
No, he couldn't focus on that. Not right now....
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"W..Well, we've left our...clothes with laundry...." Palla called out to the Summoner, wearing an oversized shirt at this. "So....I'm going to go take over the baths with my sisters right about now."
"A..Ah.." the summoner responded, finally feeling the aphrodisiac's effects waning, allowing him the ability to not think of them all stark-naked...rubbing, scrubbing, and otherwise touching at...various sensitive areas of their body. Not that he wouldn't still be thinking it. "O..Okay.."
"I'll see you later, Summoner." Palla added lightly, leaning down towards his ear. "Thank you for today. Hope you're as happy to see me again tomorrow."
The boy couldn't tell if she was teasing him or not, but he started to head back to his room at this, letting out a small yawn when....
"Summoner."
Faye's voice broke the near-silence of the halls, carrying a sort of box, and a bucket. The boy turned with a flinch at this, before glancing down.
"Do you...need help?" he offered, the girl shaking her head.
"Oh, Oh no..You don't have to.." she assured him, starting along. "Unless you want to carry along the whitewing's soaking wet dresses...and....naughty underthings...."
...
He hadn't quite expelled all effects of the aphrodisiac it seemed, as he blushed deeply and nodded, moving to help her lift it up.
"So..um..where to?" he asked the girl, who merely smiled and pointed in a vague direction ahead.
"Where we won't be seen, of course." she mused, leading him out of the castle....
And a far ways away.....Until he could hear the rushing waters of a nearby river......
"The moon's bright tonight." she called out to him, as she knelt down, and started to fill the bucket with water.
"Y..Yeah..It is.." the Summoner absentmindedly responded, as a heavy silence fell over the two......
....
"So, I promised you I'd help with that little...problem you have.." Faye added after a short bit, prompting the boy to flush.
"P...P..Problem? Wh..what problem? I d...don't have a problem! No, Honest!" he protested, starting to mentally plead with himself to keep his excitement repressed....As the girl turned her head to look at him.
"Lying is bad you know..." she leered at him, the boy's face going from flush to white in mere moments, as she started to move through the box.
"As the one on Laundry Duty..." she continued as if he hadn't said anything, starting to set out a few garments. "Responsibility to everyone's sacred undergarments falls to me. Though I would never think of pilfering someone's most intimate wears.....If a certain someone were to desire a bit for some naughty relief...Perhaps I could say it got washed away in the river, and we could...'find' it at a later date."
The boy paused for a moment, before blushing once more as he thought about it......The girl's eyes glancing back up at him as she started to pull out some key items.
"Perhaps....These oh so soaked spats." the girl started, holding up Palla's black shorts-like garments. "Held firm, and concealing over her thighs, and girlhood....Yet, in the end, they were tormented with her troubled tinkle-tank and are in a thorough needs of a cleansing."
The summoner shivered a bit, as the girl reach into the box again.
"Or, perchance, one would desire the clothes of someone smaller.." she added, pulling out a pair of pink, lacey panties....similarly darkened around the crotch region. "Form fitting, yet just as susceptible to spraying as any other garment. You could probably still smell her naughty scent if you tried hard enough..."
He quivered once more....As the girl then pulled out a pair of white garments....greyed around the crotch, and fairly up the back as well...
"Maybe one prefers the plain, but thorough approach.." Faye added, still wearing her casual grin. "Though she hid it better than her siblings, it seems they're less whitewings, and more...Wet wings, if you were to ask me..."
The boy blushed at the thought deeper, as Faye turned to look at him once more....holding up the trio of garments.
"Or...is there someone else whose garments you wish to....indulge in?" she asked...The boy flinching, and pausing...
'Is there a girl who's underwear I'd want..?' he thought to himself, feeling his body tense up. 'W..well of course..It's..'
The girl's eyes seemed to widen at this, as if reading his mind..Before hooking her hands to her dress.
"I'm sorry to say, but.." she mused, hoisting it up above her hips again to reveal what he knew he saw the previous night.
A perfectly shaven girlhood, creamy thighs.....soft-looking skin, all bare for his eyes to see...
"I simply don't wear any."
The boy's pants started to tent out wildly at the view, a bit of drool dripping down from his lips...As the girl let out a small...perky giggle.
"Goodness, you're an animal." she quipped, lightly. "Getting this worked up over a little view? Surely, you wouldn't be so satisfied with something like..."
"Do you need to pee again..?"
The words escaped his mouth before she could complete her sentence.....And before he could fully grip the weight of his words. He had lost himself in his lust for a few precious moments, and at even the slightest nudging.....
'Oh Naga, she's going to kill me..' the boy thought to himself, watching as the girl's eyes went from warm...to cold....to a strange lukewarm mixture of the two.
"You....want to watch me pee again..?" Faye asked, not quite sounding friendly....But, at the same time, not sounding angry. "Would you rather have that, than someone's underwear?"
The boy thought for a few tensed moments, before slowly nodding his head.
"I...If you don't mind.." he meekly requested..... Watching...waiting for some kind of telltale response. Would she comply? Would she rebuff him? Would she call him a creep, no better than the people they fought earlier?
"I...suppose I could.." she answered a bit oddly, adjusting her dress some more. "Just...do not tell anyone."
"I..I won't." he called immediately, as he watched the girl's eyes. They didn't shift from their middle-ground of emotions....Only glance downward as she, for the first time, avoided his gaze....
"Ah....Ahhhhhh...."
He could see a clear stream sputtering to life between the girl's lower lips...Spraying the ground beneath her feet fiercely...if not as powerfully as the night before.
Her puddle barely nipped at her own heels before it started to sputter to a stop, the girl's body shivering from top to bottom afterwards.
"Was...that enough for you?" she asked, a faint tinge of pink finding it's way to her cheeks.
"U..Um..Y..Yes..! Yes, it was.." the boy called, feeling his own face burning red, and his body demanding he mentally replay that scene over...and over again....
"Go..Good." Faye called, starting to dunk the girl's undergarments in the water. "Y..You should get back, before anyone wonders where you are."
"A..Ah...R..right.." the summoner called, starting to turn away from her.
"And.....Summoner.." the girl's voice called out, prompting him to pause, and turn.
"Y..Yeah?"
"Don't..."
"I won't tell anyone. Especially Alm." he answered quickly, the girl visibly flinching.
"R..Right..." she stammered, glancing down. "Please..Don't."
As the summoner started back towards the castle, she glanced back at the puddle on the ground, and the clothes she was to wash.
"He's....really...."
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"Alright...." the summoner called as he made his way back to his room, his mind still burning with the image he'd just witnessed. "Now, I can finally deal with this, and go to..."
No sooner had he started towards his bed, did a thumping sound catch his attention, prompting him over to the door.
He opened it quietly, seeing a familiar, petite green haired girl, clutching a pillow.
"I had a bad dream..." Tiki's voice called, gently rubbing her eyes. "Can...I sleep with you tonight..?"
.....
'Well, not getting that relief tonight..' he thought to himself, before opening the door, and pulling back his covers.
"Sure thing, sweetie." he called, starting to lay down in his bed. "Make yourself comfortable."
"Thank you..." Tiki sounded quietly, letting out a small yawn, before immediately starting to doze off.
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"Gods, I wish I could sleep like that."
[Chapter 2, Dangerous, part 2, end]
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AuthorFaust: Faust hopes you all enjoy this, and all further chapters. Faust hopes to have the next chapter of FE: Heroes up by next Friday. In the meantime, have fun, and a pleasant time! Faust hopes to update This, and Another Note soon. |
[Chapter 3: Trials, part 1]
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The sun had barely peeked through the windows, before the summoner was awake from the previous day.....Still looking slightly flushed.
'I...I still can't believe...' he thought quietly, holding his head a bit. 'That she....That that happened...'
True, he had expected something to occur with the girl...But, he hadn't expected her to expose herself as she did....Much less to show him something as..personal as that.
He slid his legs out over the side of the bed, glancing back to see the petite dragoness fast asleep in his bed....looking quite peaceful....
'She is adorable...' he thought to himself, as he stood up from his bed. 'B...But I'd better handle what happened yesterday, before it gets out of hand...'
The Summoner gathered his things, and started to head down the halls....Pausing after a few moments to sniff himself.
"Phew...I need a bath..." he remarked to himself, glancing through the hall of closed doors, and shrugged his shoulders. "Suppose No one else is really up at this hour..."
He paced down the winding halls quietly, moving to a certain door, and starting to open it........
"Hm..?"
The boy barely caught sight of dusty blonde hair before he shut the door....Blushing brightly.
'Why do I ever try?'
He never did have that great of luck with these situations......Jinxing himself at the worst times...Yet...
"Oh, don't be shy. " Faye's voice called out to him, through the door. "Please, join me. I could wash your back.."
The boy hesitated, starting to turn away...Before he heard something THUMP against the door.
"I Insist."
The summoner knew better than to stay defiant, closing his eyes as he turned the doorknob....Pacing in cautiously.....carefully....
"You can look, silly." Faye's voice mused out, the boy daring to peek....Seeing a towel wrapped around the girl's chest as she climbed out of the bath
"S..sorry.." the summoner called, as he inched closer, looking at the sort of tub she was about to sit in...Looking fairly large....some flames heating the water up a bit. "This kind of thing usually ends up with screaming...and yelling...and.."
BWAAAASHHHHHHHH
"EUUUUUYAHHHHHHH!" the summoner suddenly shrieked....As Faye splashed him with a bucket full of what he realized was cold water...Making the boy shiver wildly..
"Heheh....Kind of like that?" the girl teased, as he shook wildly....his clothes now dripping with what felt like ice-cold water.
"Y..Y..Y..You..." he snapped between shakes, as the girl lightly shook her head.
"You should take those off, before you get sick." she added lightly, moving over to hand him a towel. "Then, I'll make sure you're nice and clean."
The summoner was more than a little wary, but he had to risk it, or hypothermia. He slid off his robes, and underclothes....Wrapping the towel around his waist as the girl chuckled.
"Looks like you really weren't expecting that cold water." she adds, prompting the boy to flush.
"You....looked?!" he snapped defensively, before shaking his head. "Ugh....I mean....Ah.."
He couldn't believe it... The girl who seemed to be all serious and Alm...was teasing him?! How did he become the victim in this?
"Don't worry...." the girl mused, as she filled the bucket with water from the tub, and then dunked it over the boy's head. "I'll make sure to...warm you up."
The water she splashed over him was far more comfortable than the cold water....Yet, the shock made him shudder again....letting the warmth wash over him.
"B..better.." he sounded, starting to run his hands over his body....And feeling another pair of hands over him.
"You're not going to get clean like that." Faye's voice called out all too quickly, as she started to scrub his back. "Come on...As our summoner, you need to set an example."
The summoner couldn't move, feeling the girl's hands scrubbing along his shoulders, and inching down....shivering as warm water continued to melt away some aches and pains........Yet....
"H..hey..!" he quickly snapped as her hands started to snake forward, rubbing at a certain part...
"Oh, you must be enjoying this.." her voice started again, the boy flushing.
"A..Am N..."
GRIP.
"I told you.." the girl's voice started steely, as he felt himself grow to fill her hand. "Lying....Is...Bad..."
The boy gulped, the girl's grip on him firm, and quite unyielding.
"O..O..okay....I..I kind of am...enjoying..This.." he stammered quietly, as the girl's grip loosened ever so slightly, before he felt something soft press into his back.
"Mmm....And I think I know what else you'd enjoy..." Faye continued, starting to run her hand along him....back, and forth...Back...and forth.. "But...I'm going to need some more...assurance."
The summoner quivered in the girl's grip, feeling his body tense, and flush anew.
"W...wh..what do you need to..." the boy asked slowly, as if a wrong word would lead to his untimely transformation into a eunuch. The girl's warm body pressed into him a bit firmer, as her voice dropped to a low whisper.
"The same as Yesterday..." she sounded, quickening her pace. "I know we have quite a few girls with us now. I Just...want to make sure they're not a...threat."
The boy felt himself wriggling a bit at the girl's rapid stroking, shivering.
"So just...bring some along.." she added, her voice turning an almost deadly level of sweet. "And make sure Alm doesn't see them. Otherwise....."
He felt her grip suddenly tighten as he hit a dangerous level....Stopping his excitement's motions in it's tracks....
"This won't be the only part of you in need."
The boy couldn't move...Could barely flinch, and certainly couldn't try to wrestle away. He sat frozen in a mixture of pleasure and fear.....Before feeling the girl's grasp on him vanish, as she giggled anew.
"Hehehe. I should go get ready." she added, the boy not even daring to turn around. "Gonna be out all. day. After all. Need to get dressed, and ready to go."
He didn't move as a towel was thrown over him...Still warm, and filled with Faye's scent....blushing after the lightest of moments....And looking at the water.
"Y..Yeah...I should too.."
The warm water was a light reprieve from the mixture of terror, and enticement he had felt over what happened.
'Terricement? Enti-ror? What word would that be...' he thought to himself, sinking in the water for a bit....Postponing going out for just a bit longer......
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............
The boy eventually returned, changed into dry clothes, and started towards the summoning grounds,, He had a few orbs from their journeys yesterday, but didn't have the time to put them to use....Given Faye's little request.
The boy flushed slightly as he remembered the girl's offer of underwear.....then, her own stream of personal waters.....
'I wonder if....No...Better not think on it..' he thought to himself, as he set up the orbs he had. A bit of positioning, and the preparation of Breidabrik later....
Bang..!
The orb shimmered.....A brush of smoke....And, as it cleared...
"H..Hi! Hello! My name's Nino! Mage of the Black Fang..." a petite girl's voice called...Short green hair flowing along an adorable round face... Deep blue eyes stared at him, while she had a bright...wide smile. The summoner felt himself ease a bit, moving over to rub at the girl's head.
"Though, you're just a mage now." he mused, grinning. "I know I can count on you."
"Ehehe....I'll do my best." she piped back, and the Summoner leaned back a bit.
"C'mon, let's go."
He could almost forget about his worries and concerns throughout the day as the girl clung to his arm....pacing with him.
"Are we ready to head out?"
Almost.
"A..Ah... Yeah." the summoner called, turning his head. "I just..was about to pick up Tiki and someone to.."
"Ah..! Summoner.." a roughly familiar voice called, the boy turning to see a head of blue.
"Oh, Catria.." he remarked lightly, the Whitewing with a blue dress striding up.
"I was....just wondering.." the girl started, averting her gaze. "We...The whitewings probably left a bit of a...shameful display yesterday. And..I wanted to help rectify that. If you'll allow me to, of course."
The boy glanced at her, and then at Faye, who gave a small nod.
"Sure. We'd love to have you." he remarked with a smile, the blue haired girl blushing.
"Y.You got it." she called a bit seriously, nodding her head. "I'll..um..get my stuff. Be back as soon as I can."
The boy watched her dart off at this, the back of her dress fluttering more than he wanted to admit. He could almost feel a flush forming on his lips, before a familiar green haired girl started over.... Her pink dress looking a bit wrinkled from her slumber...
"Mmm...Are we going to be fighting?" Tiki's voice called, as the boy nodded a bit.
"Yeah... We have to, so we can save all of the heroes."
"Okay." Tiki remarked, smiling. "I'll do what I can to help."
The summoner smiled warmly, turning to see Faye's approving nod...And he gestured.
"Alright..! Let's go!" he called out..gesturing dramatically...........
.....After a short wait, of course.
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"And now!" the summoner called, gesturing at a red haired hero. "Catria! Finish him!"
The mounted Pegasus knight dove at this...her spear catching the legendary warrior in the chest, and knocking him to the ground. While the others were felled between Tiki's dragonic form....Nino's blades of wind, and Faye's deadly arrows..... Catria's lance was usually the deciding factor for most of their battles.
"Ah, Thank you! You've proven your might over us, so we can be free!" the warrior's voice called, as he pushed himself up. "I owe you my thanks.."
"No problem." the summoner called, waving a hand as he started through the path, heading towards the portal out of the world of binding. "Come on girls."
He waited for the group to follow him through another portal....A path towards a different dimension.
"The world of Awakening.." he thought to himself, closing his eyes....Before feeling an arm on his shoulder.
"Good work, summoner." Faye's voice called, as she pulled out a box. "I've brought us some food...So, we can keep going."
"Ah..! I could really go for something right now..!" Nino starts, before lightly covering her mouth. "Oh...but..Um..I can wait, if I have to.."
"I could go for something too.." Tiki adds, cupping her stomach. "I'm quite hungry..."
"Well, we can break in the next world.." Catria calls, quietly. "And..eat before we get into battle."
The summoner nodded as they passed through the portal...Into a beautiful world. The sun was held high..The fields were green, and lush with life.....
"Talk about perfect picnic weather..." he said to himself, as Faye pulled out a bag and started to hand out some things. A few cups, some rice balls and a kettle.
"Here. One for Tiki...One for Nino...one for Catria.." Faye mused out as she handed the cups and food out...Before turning to the summoner. "And don't think I've forgotten about you!"
She smiled as she gave him a riceball too, pulling out her kettle.
"It'll be a bit cold, but this tea should refresh all of you." she mused, pouring it out for each person in turn as well. The girls sipped at it quickly, their eyes going wide.
"O..Oh wow..!"
"This is really quite lovely..!"
"Excellent tea, Faye.."
The boy seemed to hesitate before drinking and eating..Watching as Faye poured everyone a second.....and even a third cup for Catria.... Moving over to sit next to the summoner.
"What's your secret?" Nino asked lightly, the girl lightly cupping her face.
"Oh, just....Love." Faye mused, leaning into the summoner. "And a few little things. It's all in the preparation."
The boy quietly started to sip at the tea....Finding it quite good as well...
"This is a bit of a mix....Dandelion tea always makes me feel better."
The boy paused for a bit, wondering if dandelion had some kind of extra effect, as he cautiously ate with the others......A short while passing, before they stood up.
"Alright! We'll clear this world, and head back!" the summoner called, pointing forward. "Everyone ready?"
"I'm prepared." Catria called, gripping her lance, and climbing atop her pegasus.....giving him another flash of her bare thighs..and nearly her bottom....
"Uh huh.." Tiki added, clutching a blue stone. A dragonstone, meant to help her control her powers. So she could manifest, on cue......
"O..Okay..." Nino added with a small nod....Her legs pressing together. The summoner glanced her over, thinking about asking her....Before the others started ahead.
"I'll..Do my best..!" Nino added as she charged after, the boy staring at her flowing, purple cape.
"Is..she okay..?" he sounded to himself, the dusty blonde striding past him.
"Well, Dandelion tea does have a bit of a side effect.." Faye mused, as she gripped her bow. "It is, after all... A Diuretic..."
....
"Oh dear.."
[Chapter 3: Trials, Part 1, End] |
[Chapter 3: Trials, Part 2:]
The world of Awakening was just as tainted as the other worlds.....The inhabitants all suspicious of the Summoner's group and preparing for battle. While Might, magic, and dragon power was enough to force away the first few waves....It wasn't very long before the summoner's eyes started to catch more than a few bouncing thighs.....
"N...Nnn..." Nino's voice grunted out as she held her hands over her white skirt, pressing firmly against it. "Are....we almost done with this world?"
"No...We have another battle to go to.." the Summoner called, trying his hardest to not stare at the girl's wriggling form. "Then, we should be able to free the people of this world.....and head back to the castle."
"Okay..." Catria's voice called as she held her spear up...The boy picturing her on the ground with the shaft of it pressed against her girlhood in agony. It was hard to get a good view while she was atop her pegasus, but he doubted she was much better off than Nino....
"Can we....hurry a bit?" Tiki's voice added, as the divine dragon kept her legs pressed. "I...I need to use the bathroom..."
"It won't be much longer...Don't worry." Faye's voice assured the girls for the summoner, lightly thumbing her bow. "We'll beat em, and get home in time for dinner."
"Mmmth.....Okay..!" Tiki sounded out as she stood firmly for a few moments with her legs apart....Before pressing them back together. "I..I'll manage."
"Nino, can you hold it a little while longer?" the summoner asked the green haired girl...Who locked her legs rigidly, and stood as straight as she could.
"I..I'll do my best!" she stated quietly, some soft whimpers audible through lightly clenched teeth.
The summoner lightly pat her head, and started forward at this.
"Onward!"
The group navigated through a chasm that lead into a cliff......Coming up on a settlement with more enemy forces. A boy with a pot on his head, and a woman with long, white pigtails. Other armored, proverbially faceless figures flanked their sides.....Prompting the summoner the lightest bit of pause.
"Nino, you take care of the farm-boy.." he directed, the little green-haired mage raising her hand high. Green blades crashed from the sky down onto the boy.....knocking him out in a dual-strike......Leaving the girl a few precious moments to grind her palm into the front of her skirt.
"O..Okay....G..Got it.." she signaled back to him, bouncing on her knees as she lightly hunched over.....Fighting her own internal tides from shoring up.....
'She's really having it rough...' he thought as the others started forward...Prompting him to point at the white-haired girl.
"Tiki! I need you to handle her!" he stated, quickly. "Catria, Faye! Go clean up the enemies around us."
"Okay..!" Tiki started as she charged towards the woman.....Vicious wind magic bursting out from the enemy's extended hand....
The summoner's cheeks flushed a bit as Tiki's mini-dress was lifted a few inches from the magic.....Showing off some Lacey purple panties. No doubt worn for comfort, rather than any kind of seduction, he couldn't help but feel a bit warmer seeing it.....
Before she clutched her dragonstone, and shifted. If he needed any form of deterrent to trying anything with the girl, her figure shifting to a much larger blue dragon was a pretty good incentive to stay on her good side.
Faye's own long tan dress gave little in the ways of a view....But, Catria's blue dress constantly threatened exposure with every flap of her Pegasus's wings....As she eventually stood up.
The white haired woman retreated after Tiki's flames licked at her robes....Leaving naught but the armored soliders left......
"Alright Catria! Finish it off!" he commanded with a confident grin, the girl standing atop her mount with her lance at hand.
"No matter the cost!" she cried out as she leapt from it with a practiced motion...Her spear plunging into the armored knight's chest.......
And the back of her dress flared up..Showing not the white garments from yesterday...
But a completely bare bottom, that prompted the summoner's own voice to shift to a bunch of stammers and noises.
"C..Catria..!" he snapped quickly, the rider turning after pulling out her lance.
"Yes? Is something wrong?" she replied quietly, smoothing out her dress, and starting to mount her Pegasus again.
"You're..! You're not...!" he stuttered, gesturing at the girl's hips.....And prompting a blush from her in turn.
"O..Oh...R..right.." she started, a bit too quickly. "I..erm...something appears to have happened to them. I couldn't find them this morning and well....I didn't want to stall our efforts... "
"I..It's fine.." the summoner called, stifling his own flush and starting to head forward in a bit of a rushed manner. "L.....Let's just....Just get through this last part...and We'll be able to head back."
"Got it...!"
"Okay."
"Alright!"
"W..wait up..!"
Perhaps it was because he was rushing a bit.....Or, maybe it was the white haired girl's escape...But, as the summoner climbed up a hill, wind magic lashed by him.....Barely avoided.
"I knew you'd make it here...." A firm, confident voice called out...The leader of their foes in the world....A strong looking man, with blue hair, and a brilliant sword....The Prince of Awakening...
"Be careful, Chrom! Their tactician is skilled...." the white haired girl from before called out just as quickly....readying her tome. "Perhaps, if we were to capture him.."
An arrow suddenly flew by the Summoner at this.....Faye's aim piercing the white haired girl's arm....
"Robin, back down. We'll handle this." Chrom's voice called as the rest of the summoner's team darted up....Catria's lance being held up.
"Just this last battle, and we can leave.." Catria sounded out. "Come on, let's go everyone!"
Nino and Faye took opposing sides to Catria....Preparing for battle.
Lance met sword.......Arrows were fired....and, a horse-mounted lancer was knocked aside by conjured green blades....From a shaky...trembly mage. Steel clashed with steel...
And, after a lengthy, fierce battle....The blue haired prince knelt before them.
"Hm..? So, you're not going to kill us.." he called, before slamming his fist on the ground. "Damn..I can't believe we were tricked by that...witch."
"W..witch? What is he talking about..?" Catria's voice called out as she dismounted her Pegasus... and the summoner pulled his hood over his face.
"Veronica.." he called, before shaking his head. "Either way, we should get going. This world has been saved, so..."
"A..Aaaaahhhhhh..!!!"
The summoner's gaze turned sharply at this, the green haired mage suddenly stumbling about...and hoisting up her white skirt as she knelt down into a squat. It didn't take long for the summoner to find out why.....Some teal material under it darkening to a deep green......As she....
'F..Flooding...' the summoner thought with a flush, covering his face as the petite mage whimpered...A steady, low hissing ringing out through the area.
"I..I'm so..sorry..." Nino's voice quivered as the summoner paced over to her, a clear stream still gushing down her thighs....And, puddling under her. "I..I was trying to...Until we...but I...."
The summoner flushed bright red....but, placed his hand on the girl's head, gently rubbing it.
"Don't...Worry about it.." he assured her, gently. "You tried your best......."
He did his best to keep his eyes off her glistening thighs....Her darkening panties......And, the growing puddle beneath her......But, he could only avert his eyes so much....
"Nnnnthh..! I need to go too.." Tiki's voice called out quickly, as a second hissing stream suddenly joined Nino's.....
The green haired, petite dragoness having taken a similar stance, but pulling the purple panties aside. The summoner had a bit of trouble averting his eyes with two girlhoods pumping out piddle.......
"You're staring, you know.." Faye's voice snapped him out of his trance.....Shaking his head.
"I..I know.." he answered her.....Trying to give the two some space. Nino's face was still flushed deep at wetting....But, Tiki merely sighed in relief.....Sagging slightly.
"Do you need to go too, Catria?" Faye asked the blue haired girl...Who shook her head.
"I...I can wait." Catria added quietly, her palm resting on the front of her dress "Just have to head back now......"
The summoner tried very hard to not think about it, watching as she hopped atop her Pegasus anew...Prompting him another view of her plump rump.....
And turned his head back to the two, peeing girls.
"A..are you two done?' he asked quietly, as their streams started to dwindle down...
"Y..yes...Sorry.." Nino apologized again, as the summoner moved over to rub her head again.
"It's okay. Don't apologize so much." he assured her gently, kneeling over to kiss her forehead. "You tried...and that's what counts. Good job kicking butt with your magic."
Nino flushed again, but averted her eyes....Smiling warmly...
"T..thank you.."
The summoner started to lead everyone back to the castle, parting ways with each of them in turn.
'I wonder if Faye's gonna nab me again..' he thought to himself, walking down the halls again.
"Summoner.."
As if on cue, the sandy twintailed girl appeared...prompting him to turn.sharply.
"Y..Yes..?" he asked out already....the girl's eyes averting a bit...
"I...wanted to suggest a little something.." she added, quietly. "Could..you follow me?"
'It's not like I actually have a choice...' the boy thought to himself as he nodded, holding out his arm.
"Lead the way, Faye." he called out as the girl started to practically zoom ahead...seeming in quite a rush.
"So....I got a lot of information today..." Faye started, breaking the silence. "And....did you...like seeing...that?"
"Watching you all bail me out..?" he asked, as the girl shook her head quietly.
"Ah, no. I meant..." the girl called...her voice lowering. "....With...Nino..."
Red could be seen rising to the boy's cheeks, as he averted his gaze....And a hand rested on his lap.
"Lying is bad...you know." Faye reminded the boy...Who felt her fingers brush against him...And nodded.
"Y..yes then...I...Kind of liked it." he mused, quietly. "W..why'd you do that, anyways? Set everyone up with the Diure-"
"In here...." Faye interrupted, pushing open a door and tugging him inside. The door was shut before he could ask where he was...The girl moving inward quickly.
"S..so..what did you want me in here fo.." the boy called, before realizing where he was.
'The...The latrines..' he thought to himself, as the girl moved a fair bit over...exchanging glances with him.
"You...want to see me do it again..?" she added, quietly. "J..just from here though. I'm not going to....lift up my..."
The boy felt his body perk up at her offer....But, he did his best to quell his excitement....Quietly nodding...
"S..s..sure.." he answered quietly...The girl's face flushing again.
"O..okay..."
The boy watched as Faye knelt down again, her long dress meaning he couldn't see her thighs or...any further up than her shins, but...
Psss...Psssshh....
He could still hear, and see the clear stream starting to sputter out of her....liquids starting to pool on the ground beneath her. He could see a fair bit of liquid glistening on the girl's legs after a bit....But, he did his best to remain calm....And not stare too much...
"T..there....I'm...I'm good." she called, quietly. "N..Now, you can go out..and.....Do as you will with...All of that imagery."
The summoner blushed brightly at this, but started over to the door, nodding.
"Th..thank you.." he answered....quickly heading out. "And..I won't say anything still..!"
"O..okay..!" the dusty blonde called back....Watching the boy leave...and the door shut behind him. She let out a long, tensed up sigh at this...And lifted her dress up....Greyed, formerly white panties cupping her girlhood, and still lightly dribbling with expelled waters...
'What would he think if he saw this...?' she thought quietly....starting to strip out of the wet garments......
"M..Maybe now I can finally.." the summoner called to himself as he went to head back to his room....As he heard some feverish knocking on a nearby door.
"E...Est, come on! Hurry up!" A familiar voice cried out, prompting the summoner to stop where he was standing...And peek around the corner. The blue haired Whitewing was busy bouncing in place....Her eyes half-squeezed shut, and her body tensing. "I..I'm gonna pop if you don't open up..!"
There was a bit of rustling, but the boy couldn't quite hear all of what was going on...Imagining what was going on...
'I'll be out in a minute!'
He felt his body tensing up anew at this.....Before something he hadn't expected started. The blue haired girl looked both ways at this...Before suddenly pacing away from the door, and to an open window....
"B..better than losing it again.." she called to herself, before raising her leg over to rest on the bottom of it...And pulled up her dress. Another bare girlhood on display for the boy....Followed by her parting her lower lips, and...
Pssssss....
A pale stream began to gush from the rider's lips....Arcing in such a way as to go out the window...Even as more than a few bits of piddle started to trickle down her inner thighs.......The girl letting out a deep sigh of relief...
"I hope no one sees me like this..."
The summoner felt his body tensing up anew at this....Mentally capturing the image of Catria's soft, pale skin.....And her clear arc.....
He almost wondered if she would end up spraying on someone....Before it started to trickle off, and merely splash against the walls and on the ground.
"Alright..! I'm coming out!" Est's voice called out quickly....As the blue haired girl smoothed out her dress, and pulled her leg down.
The boy watched as the door opened to show the pink haired girl with a towel wrapped around her petite frame....Looking over Catria.
"You didn't have to rush me, you know.." she added quietly, the girl waving her hand slightly.
"I..just really wanted to wash up after today." Catria called, defensively."Lots of fighting today...and all.."
"Suuuuure.." Est called, peering around. "Anyways...It's all yours now."
The Summoner watched the two girls part ways...Catria heading into the room..and Est moving away. He flushed deeply, and started down the other way..Trying to head to his room at this.
'Gods...So many good views...' he thought to himself, his body quivering with excitement as he hoped he'd get to have a little bit of privacy'So little time to enjoy it..'
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[Chapter 3: Trials, Part 2 End] |
[Chapter 4: Acknowledgement, Part 1]
It was early...
Far too early for most people to be awake. One could hear the snoring from some rooms, and the light tapping of shoes against the stone castle floor....
'I wonder what time he gets up..' the lone figure walking the halls pondered...Her dusty blonde hair dangling over her shoulders. 'Maybe I could surprise him with breakfast...'
She was good at cooking, after all.... And, with all of her practice, she could likely whip up something special. It was just....
'But....'
She couldn't be completely confident that it would be to his liking.....After all, she knew that it worked for the summoner, but.....
"Ah, hey there Faye."
The girl froze as she pushed into the kitchen, the white-robed summoner looking back at her under his robe.
"Can't sleep? Me neither.."
"Ah, I was.." she started, hesitating for a change. The last time she'd seen him was in the bathrooms the day before....And, since she usually was looking for him for a reason...
It was...odd to not have anything plotted, or planned for him. She could smell something unfamiliar in the air as the summoner moved to pour an unfamiliar, dark liquid into a glass.
"I've made some coffee. Do..they even have coffee here? " he called, before shrugging his shoulders. "Eh...I don't really care too much..."
"Hm..?" Faye replied, glancing it over. It certainly...smelled invigorating, but she hadn't had the chance to drink any before...
"If you want a cup, I could pour you one." he added, lightly. "Just, uh..be careful. It's hot. And it's also..... A diuretic.."
The girl nodded her head, watching the boy pour her a glass of the beverage as well...As she raised it to her lips...
"Ah..almost forgot..!" he added, moving to pull out another bottle. "You..probably want something to sweeten it. Gods knows it's way too bitter for m..."
She tilted the beverage back slowly....closing her eyes as she downed the warm....bitter beverage. Her lips slightly pursed, but she set the cup down...lightly smiling.
"It's okay.." she assured, nodding. "I..I don't mind bitter tastes."
The summoner's gaze seemed to avert at this, as she looked back up at him..And started to sip anew.
The air went silent between the two for a bit...before she finally decided to break the ice, with a simple question...
"So...are you feeling better after...Last night?" she asked, the summoner nearly spitting out his own drink...As he set the cup down.
"W..well..." he started, rubbing the back of his head. "I...erm..."
The boy flashed back to the previous night, fresh from seeing Catria's display of desperation....And felt himself tensing up...
"Maybe I should summon first...Then take care of this.." he said to himself, before prancing down to the halls for another summon.....
....
"From now on, I'll become your shadow...."
A girl with dark, black hair.....very form-fitting tights, and a rather revealing split dress greeted him....Followed by a pair of dark, dangerous eyes. The boy knew this girl....but he didn't know to the extent of what she seemed fond of....
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.......
Flashes plagued the boy's mind....
"Pardon? A bathroom break? The Apostle needs not these trivial things.."
A girl with long, purple hair, decorated in red and purple.. Her nose, slightly turned up, and her tone, regal...
"Y...You understand....Doing this kind of thing with me, Sanaki Kirsch Altina is a....great..honor...."
Shifting from haughty to naughty in mere moments....
"I...don't really like being gawked at in this robe.."
A girl with a long, flowing pink dress....And even longer brown hair......
"Mmmmaaaaahhh..Y.You know...You can watch, if you want. I don't mind.."
A stream flowing, and growing by the moment......Her garments pulled aside to show another bare girlhood.....
"You can think of me as a..Big sister.."
A buxom, affectionate girl, with curly, purple hair.....
"Naughty naughty, looking at me like this....."
A myriad of girls all flashed through his mind, before his body jerked awake, and he peered at a shadowy figure in his room....The same summoned girl peering over at him.
"You turned over thirteen times in your sleep.." she mused, with a growing smile. "Impressive. I take it my Lustful Hex had a favorable result?"
......
Faye saw the summoner's hood seem to fall back a bit at this...Golden-brown eyes looking distant as he recollected.
"Something was bothering me, so I couldn't." he answered quietly, before pulling the hood back up. "Either way....I'm gonna take the group out a bit later. World of Mystery is up next.... Did you want to come along? Or..."
Faye herself lightly snapped out of a trance she didn't know she was in, shaking her head.
"O..Oh, I just.." she started, shaking her hand. "I...would like a day off. Even I get tired of fighting sometimes.."
"Ah, okay." the summoner called, starting to set his cup down. "I'll make sure Alm's got the day off too, so you can..ya'know."
"O..Oh. R..right.." Faye sounded, nodding as the Summoner stood up.
"Well, I'm gonna go hit the baths." he mused, lightly. "Hope your day goes well today, Faye."
"Oh...Same...." the girl started absentmindedly, as something finally came to her attention. "Ah....It..occurs to me that I've never asked your name, Summoner."
"Hm? It's J-.." the summoner started, before raising his hand to his face...and glanced down. "....Faustus. Please, call me Faustus."
'J...?" she thought to herself, as the summoner started off.
"So, Faust?" she asked, as the summoner raised a hand.
"Faustus, please." he asserted, starting to seemingly vanish into the early morning dark.
Faye peered around the corner as he left, turning back with her own mind wondering....
'Faustus...' she thought, before shaking her head. 'Ah, doesn't matter! I have a day to myself! And Alm! I shouldn't worry about meaningless things like him......Right?.'
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[Chapter 4, Acknowledgement, part 1 end] |
[Chapter 4, Acknowledgement, Part 2]
The dusty blonde started along the castle with a small skip in her step...heading her way along to an all-too-familiar spot... a sizable bush giving her plenty of cover, as she looked on...
"I'll have the whole day to myself, and...watching Alm." she mused to herself, moving to her usual vantage point, and leaning down....
It wasn't long before the familiar, green haired and blue armored swordsman appeared at the training grounds.....Wielding his legendary blade, and striking at the training dummies.....
"Mmmm...Oh Alm..." the girl sounded to herself, letting herself laze under the morning sunlight, as a few other males joined Alm at the grounds.....Including an unfamiliar, yet royal figure with blue hair....
"My name is Ephraim!" she could make out from her spot, as he twirled a lance. "Come at me as you will, Alm!"
He seemed quite powerful.....And commanding...Yet, she could see the fire in Alm's eyes.... A vigor, to rise above the challenge...
'Lances are advantageous against swords..' Faye thought to herself, watching as the lance-lord handily parried Alm's strikes.... 'But..I believe in Alm..!'
She reach for her quiver, but realized in her eagerness to get to her vantage point, she had left it in her room.... Having planned to fire an arrow to give him the edge he'd need to overcome the new arrival......
'I'm sorry, Alm...It must have...' she thought to herself, chiding herself for letting it slip her mind. Though....
A firm panging in her lower abdomen gave her a timely reminder of what she had been doing out of the norm that morning....her legs involuntarily pressing together....
'Ah.....Right....'
Her morning encounter with the summoner, and his mystery beverage...
"Coffee..."
She'd heard of it before, but never had any before today, remembering the bitter taste....and the Summoner's warning...
'It's also...A diuretic..'
She'd still downed the beverage quietly, and commented on the taste. Part of her wondered why she felt like being polite to the summoner as she did....But, more importantly...she wondered why she would willingly ingest something that would make her need to go, outside of her usual dealings with the Summoner....
'He said he was going to be out with the others all day..' she thought, gently letting a hand lower to press at herself. 'So...there's no real reason to try to hold now, is there? I am wearing panties today, but. I can easily......'
She shifted her hips slightly, and watched as Ephraim parried Alm once more, the green haired swordsman standing up.
"Again..! I think I know what I did wrong.."
She watched as the boy pushed himself up, and prepared himself again...His strikes coming closer, but still being dodged by the blue haired lord's lance.
"Again..!"
Faye lightly gripped the knees of her dress, kneeling down a bit to get more comfortable...As she steeled herself.
'No.....This could be my penance for my mistake..' she thought to herself, her thighs tensing up slightly. 'I don't want to miss Alm Succeeding....And, he would have by now, if I had remembered my bow. So, until he makes that strike....I will sit here, and cheer him on.. From a distance, of course...'
The clangs of steel heralded a swifter strike than Ephraim had expected....But, he seemed unharmed, merely grinning an intense smirk at the boy.
"You're getting faster.." he called, placing his other hand on the edge of the lance at this. "Wonderful! I might have to actually try against you.."
The fire in Alm's eyes was almost corporeal, as he gripped his sizable blade in both hands, and grinned.
"Don't hold back on my Account..!"
To the girl's mild distress, Ephraim's parries got faster with every flourish....Alm's own pace quickening, but never coming any closer than the strike that sparked the Lord's interest....
'Come on Alm.....' she lightly prayed, her grip on her dress getting a bit tighter. 'You can...do it...'
The sun moved from it's path along the eastern skies, and progressed to about the midway point of the day.........The warm, summer's breeze started to quietly blow through.....
And yet, Alm and Ephraim's battle was still slanted in favor of the Lance-lord, who looked as if he'd seen better days...
"If you mean to outlast me.....You're in for a rude awakening.." he spat back towards Alm, who looked quite worn himself, the bulky blue armor no doubt weighing him down..
"I won't give up..."
Faye herself shook a bit more at the ordeal, both of her hands balled into fists as she bit her lower lip.....Her legs quivering intensely....
'I......I won't either..' she told herself, even as her body none-too-kindly reminded her of the growing, sloshing pressure in her internal reservoir....fighting to keep her body under control.... 'This pain....I'll endure it as long as it takes for you to succeed, Alm..'
She raised a hand to her uncomfortably firm bladder, as if trying to gently assure it as she stared intently...
'This time.....This time for sure...'
Yet as steel clashed with steel once more, Ephraim valiantly fought off Alm's advance once again...And the girl found herself cringing slightly....As if instead of striking his blade, the Lord had attacked her own bladder.....The girl now crossing her legs....
'Come on Alm.....' she prayed once more, closing her eyes as her hands pressed at the center of her dress. 'One strike...! You just need one strike!'
The sun continued to move, and the skies were turning a faint rouge, the day slowly wearing itself away...As the boy pushed himself up..
"Must we continue..? You've been trying all day..." Ephraim called out, leaning against his lance. "Your movements have gotten sloppy. You're just going to wear yourself out.."
"One....One more time.." Alm called out, sticking his blade into the ground..
"But you can barely.." the Lord started, as a loud clanging could be heard...The green haired boy's armor being stripped off, leaving him shirtless.... His bare, sculpted physique coated with sweat.....
"I'm...Just once more..." Alm called, readying himself. "Without that weighing me down, I can surely..."
Normally, Faye would have given just about anything for the boy to strip out of that armor and bare it all to the world.........But, in the current situation, she had her eyes half squeezed shut, and her body was shaking so wildly she couldn't enjoy the imagery....
'A...Alm...' she thought in a tensed, agonized wreck. 'Pee....Peelease....!'
Her eyes were watering...sweat was dripping down her body....As if trying to alleviate the mass of pressure within....As she shook, whimpered, trembled, and lowly whined....rubbing her knees together in a futile attempt to keep it back....
'Just.....This...Once...!more...!' she told herself, repeating the mantra that Alm had been echoing.....As her internal ocean threatened to swell.....
Both hands were now buried in her dress, and as the two went to collide once more, she squeezed her eyes shut....Gripping with all of her might...
CLANG...
The clash of steel once more....Followed by...
"Aha..! I knew it would help..."
"AH?!" Faye's voice practically yelled out in excitement, the blade at Ephraim's side, and the lance parried high......
"Very Good..." the Lord called, with a proud smirk, bringing his lance down to push some distance between the two. "Give me more...More!"
It was over.....The one strike had been made...!
'H..He did it..! I...I can...' the girl thought in intense relief.....Before something else tensed her up anew...
Ssssss.......
"A...AWAAAAH?!" she groaned out, a quick jet of warm, pent up waters spraying from her desperate girlhood through her panties, and making a large wet patch on her dress... "Ah...Nonono...! Not yet..!"
She struggled to clench off her flow, but before she could get her muscles to tense up anew..
"Ah..? Did you hear something?"
"Yes..... It was coming from over there.."
She had reacted too loud..! The duo had heard her...!
Sssss...Psssssssshhhhh..
The revelation, coupled with the sudden anxiety of being found out did nothing to help her situation, the warm, wet spurt starting to give way to a lengthier, relentless stream.....the wet patch of her dress growing from about a palm's length to two, and then three.....Her body refusing to succumb to her pleas of pause.....
'I...I can't stop it..!'
Her face burned with absolute shame as she hunched her head down, trying to make herself as small as possible, and squeezed her eyes shut.... In a few moments, the two would part the bush, and see her in a prone state.....Helplessly peeing her dress, like a small child.....
She wasn't worried about being found out as having been stalking the boy, knowing he was far too forgiving to let that bother him...But, to look like someone too immature to control their own urges...
Or worse, as being a kind of deviant who enjoyed such a vulgar, naughty habit....
Her body merrily pumped out what felt like pints of piddle into her poor, formerly pristine panties, and soaked through her dress, the girl feeling a copious amount of it running down her thighs, into her shoes....and some of it pooling a bit under her butt. If she opened her eyes, she imagined she could see a sizable puddle at her feet..... One that would spell her doom any moment now....
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Any moment now....
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"Aha...Sorry guys. I just....long trip today..Lavatories in use...So I...."
A familiar voice from behind caused the girl's eyes to open wide, her face going pale as she turned her head. The white robed summoner stood, his hands at his own personal area....Though, still clothed...
"Ah....Okay.." Alm's voice called out, casually.
"Ugh....disgusting " the Lord called out a bit indignantly, as the girl heard the two's footsteps pacing away....And she dared to peek through the bush....
'They're...leaving..' she noted to herself, as the green haired warrior went to adorn his armor, and the lord started back towards the castle....Leaving her in her own spot...still undiscovered....
By all but the summoner behind her...
"Sorry to be so crass, but.." the summoner called, his hands moving to his sides. "It was the only thing I could think of. I warned you about that coffee, you know..."
Faye's eyes welled up once more, before her face burned in shame again...As she averted her gaze from the boy...
"Thank you..." she uttered quietly, blushing brightly as her own stream finally started to dwindle down...Even if she could still feel several droplets dripping off her legs....
"G..Gonna be hard to get back to the castle like that..." he added, his own eyes averting from her body. "Don't..want anyone seeing you like that.."
The girl flushed once more, picturing it. Having to pace around, in a wet dress....The others happening to walk out and see it....The same amount of Ridicule as if she had been spotted.....Though, through a myriad of people, rather than just the boy...
She couldn't bear the thought, but before she could say anything..A white robe was thrown over her, covering her body.
"Here. I can tell em you just wanted to try it on. It is quite long and flow-y"
The girl clutched it as she wrapped the robe around her, looking back up at the summoner.
Golden-brown eyes gazed at her momentarily, while messy brown hair covered a fair portion of his head. She could make out a youthful visage, as he started along..red forming on his cheeks as he paced.
Faye found herself being quiet for a fair portion of their journey.....But, as they approached the safety of her own room, she finally turned to the Summoner for some kind of conversation.
"So..Um..How'd it go?" she called out, as the boy's eyes gazed away again.
"Ah...It was...fine.." he called, very deliberately avoiding looking down at her dress. "Seliph and Nino were doing work. The two are a powerful duo.... Oh, and I.....may have solved my sleeping problem.."
"Ah..?" she sounded quietly, as a voice called out from down the hall...
"Th..Tharja! I know you're Happy to see me, but we don't have to go into the baths at the same time..!"
"Why not? We're both girls, so it won't be a problem, Robin... No one should think..illicit thoughts .. about us."
"R..right.." the boy called, averting his eyes from the hall with Faye, as he held up a hand and started to move away. "I'll, um....Leave you to..."
"Hey, Faustus...?" the dusty blonde called again, prompting the boy to turn one last time towards her.
"Yeah, Faye?" he called, as she turned the knob on her door, and gripped the back of the robe....
"Thank you..."
She gripped the robe, and her dress under it with her hands, before hoisting them up high, flashing the soaked, white cotton still clinging to her bottom for a few, scarce moments at the summoner.....before starting into her room, and closing the door with her heels.
"G..Goodness..." the summoner called, still blushing ear to ear. "I'd...erm...better go do that summoning now.."
Faye quietly stripped out of her wet things, and tossed them aside as she prepared a change of clothes, sliding over to slump down into her bed.
'You know.....' she thought, her eyes fluttering closed as the night began to fall....sleep taking her quicker than it usually did. 'He's not....so bad...'
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[Chapter 4: Acknowledgement part 2, End]
AuthorFaust: Faust apologizes for taking so long to update this....But, it's out now! Faust hopes you enjoyed! And.....wonders about a few things.....Mostly though, if there are characters people want to see, or perhaps if one wants this to get....a bit steamier. |
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