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I know I still have an unfinished story but I keep getting ideas and if I don't put them down right away I lose them.
Jenny and Annie were getting ready for a movie night at home. Megan was coming over with Katy also. They originally planned to order pizza, but Annie decided she wanted burritos instead, so she offered to go out and get burritos and ice cream. Jenny told her what she wanted and Annie left. After sitting on the couch browsing her favorite Omo forum on her phone, Jenny headed down the hallway toward the bathroom. She looked at her watch as she pulled down her jeans and sat on the toilet. She had about half an hour until Megan and Katy were supposed to arrive. She decided to quickly take advantage of that time. Once she had finished peeing her panties on the toilet, she pulled her jeans up over them and washed her hands. She went back into the living room and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Standing in the center of the room, she started to play a game on her phone and a minute later, began pooping her pants. The apartment door creaked opened behind her. She didn't move an inch and continued playing her game and pooping her pants. Without looking up she said to Annie "That was fast!". Then she heard Megan's voice "What was fast?" Jenny's butt cheeks clenched around the poop and her head snapped to the side. Her face flushed bright red as she realized Megan and Katy had been the ones to open the door, not Annie. They were early. Katy appeared to have not noticed Jenny's dirty deed right away and was unloading a bag of Doritos and a bottle of salsa from a grocery bag onto the kitchen counter. Megan, on the other hand, was looking at Jenny with an odd expression on her face. It was clear to Jenny that she had noticed. Megan pretended that she hadn't noticed and forced a smile, then she went into the kitchen to unload the grocery back of snacks she was holding. It was things like hot sauce, popcorn, and various candy. Jenny walked awkwardly and quickly down the hallway and into her room, closing the door behind her. She twisted the blinds closed and then covered her face with her hands as she continued pooping her pants. She was so humiliated. She didn't want to leave her room. In fact, once she had finished pooping, she laid down on her bed and fought back tears. She had never been caught pooping her pants before (except by Annie). Peeing her pants was one thing. She could claim that to be an accident, even at home. But it was blatantly obvious that she was pooping her pants on purpose. The smell creeped into her nose. Under normal circumstances it didn't bother her. In her current state of embarrassment, however, it nearly caused her to gag. From the hallway she heard Katy shout "Jenny!" It got louder as Katy advanced down the hallway "Jenny? Where are you?" Jenny's stomach dropped and a lump formed in her throat as she realized she had forgotten to lock the door. If she jumped up now it would be too late by the time she reached the knob. The door knob jostled. Jenny peered at it with one wide eye, the other was covered by her arms crossed over to hide her face. Suddenly she heard "Katy, come back here. Jenny will be back soon." She was saved by Megan. Jenny sighed loudly and her body relaxed a bit. She laid there unmoving for 15 minutes. Then she heard the apartment door open. The sound of Annie, Megan and Katy all greeting each other was muffled through the closed door. She heard Annie ask "Where's Jenny?" Jenny swallowed hard and prepared for the ensuing embarrassment. Megan said simply "She's in her room" and followed it with a soft "I think she's embarrassed." Any other person might have asked why, but Annie knew what the likely reasons were. Rather than humiliate her sister more, Annie simply texted Jenny: "Are you ok?" Jenny wanted to ignore the message, and did for a few minutes. Finally she responded "They caught me." Though the message was vague, Annie understood immediately that it was one of two things. She replied "Can you clean up and join us please? I'll keep them distracted." Jenny sneered at the message and in hasty momentary annoyance typed "But I have to shower! I can't hide that!" Shortly after she sent the message she heard Annie "Hey, how about some music!" after which Annie's playlist began to fill the empty spaces of the apartment. Jenny fumed with frustration at first, but after some breathing, felt an overwhelming love and appreciation for her sister. She got up from her bed and retrieved some clean jeans and panties from her closet, then snuck across the hall to the bathroom. She cleaned herself up and showered as quickly as she could while also rinsing her panties in the shower. She quickly snuck back to her room and deposited the soiled clothing in her hamper. The room still smelled strongly of poop, so she opened the window and positioned her fan to blow outside in order to circulate fresh air in. Then she went to join the others in the living room, making sure to close the bedroom door behind her. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears and her face burned bright red as she approached the three girls sitting around the coffee table. They had all eaten already and were playing Uno. The music was slightly louder than Jenny was comfortable with for a social setting, but she was grateful that it had masked the sound of the shower running. "Finally! What took you so long?" piped up Katy. She had always been a bit spunky. Everyone ignored her comment and Annie quickly spoke up "Your burrito is in the fridge waiting for you." Jenny forced a smile and said "Thanks!" As she turned to go to the kitchen, she glanced at Megan. Their eyes met for a second and Megan winked. Jenny's stomach dropped again and her heart pounded faster. "She knows!" she thought as she approached the fridge. Jenny opened the fridge and stared at the burrito wrapped in foiled on the glass shelf. She was hungry but had no appetite. Her brain was preoccupied and she could not put together the reasoning to decide if she should eat the burrito now or wait, so she simply stood there and stared at it. Her feet were getting cold, but still she stood, like statue carved of marble. She jumped when the sink turned on behind her. She looked. It was Megan filling up her glass of water. Megan motioned toward the burrito and said sarcastically "Staring at it isn't going to cook it." Jenny forced a smile and a single chuckle but said nothing. Sensing her discomfort, Megan leaned in and mumbled into Jenny's ear. Her voice was barely audible through the music blasting in the living room. She said "You don't need to be embarrassed. I won't tell anyone and I won't make fun of you." Jenny felt relieved but was still embarrassed. Megan leaned in again to add one more thing "I'm pretty sure Katy didn't notice so don't worry about her either." Then Megan returned to the living room. With a large sigh Jenny felt most of the tension melt away. Her stomach growled and she decided she would eat her burrito. She put it in the microwave and cooked it, then joined everyone else in the living room. Jenny ate while they played one more round of Uno then started the movie. There was no mention of Jenny pooping her pants the rest of the night. |
this was from a prompt I got on Tumblr
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Yuuri has never felt this awkward in an elevator before in his life. He has no idea how someone two-thirds his age managed to intimidate him this much, but one look from Yurio and he found himself squishing as far away as the confined space would allow.
To make matters worse, the had elevator stopped functioning correctly with a loud groan a few minutes ago, and, after throwing a small fit, Yurio started squirming in place. He mutters under his breath about how stupid he’d been for not going in the downstairs lobby bathroom as he marches in place.
Yuuri not quite sure what to do in this situation. Console him? No, he’d probably just glare and bare his teeth like he always does. Offer him the empty bottle in his hand?
Maybe if I had a death wish, Yuuri decides, side-eyeing the teen.
Yuuri finds himself fidgeting in place, but more in discomfort at the feeling of anxiety curling in his stomach. Whether its from the elevator not moving, or being forced into such a small place with someone that would probably jump at the chance to kick his ass, he’s not sure.
Yurio gets a hold of himself enough to glance at Yuuri.
“You okay?” he asks, lips smacking together as he starts to say piggy.
Yuuri smiles at his forced niceness and takes a deep breath.
“I’m fine,” he says, and the anxiety spikes a bit to remind him that it’s there, so he adds, “Mostly.”
Yurio’s squirming again, and the desperation distracts him enough that Yuuri gets a chance to look at his concerned face before he wipes it away again. Yurio stomps his feet in place and bends forward at the waist with a huff.
“Don’t fold in on yourself like that,” Yuuri offers quietly, “it’ll just squish your bladder and make it worse.”
“I noticed,” Yurio says through grit teeth.
Yuuri expects him to be hostile about it, and it taken aback by the vulnerable look on his face. It reminds Yuuri of the one he received at the waterfall, all those months ago.
“Yuuri,” Yurio whimpers, sounding more like the kid he is than Yuuri has ever heard him sound, “I really have to go.”
Yuuri moves before he can talk himself out of it, stepping closer to Yurio to rub his back soothingly. Yurio presses his curled up fists to his eyes, and Yuuri bits his lip worriedly; Yurio’s nails have sunken so far into his skin that blood pools around the small cresents Yuuri is sure is there.
Yurio makes a pitiful sound and looks at Yuuri likes he has the answer to his problem. He’s hit with the overwhelming feeling of being the only actual adult in the room, and he can’t help but feel helpless; he has no idea how to help Yurio with his predicament.
Suddenly, Yurio’s hands are grasping onto Yuuri’s shirt desperately.
“I leaked,” he says, looking and sounding mortified.
“It’s okay,” Yuuri soothes, because Yurio looks dangerously close to crying.
“It hurts,” Yurio admits, looking at Yuuri with that vulnerable expression again.
Yuuri not that surprised, if he’s honest. Even if Yurio didn’t have such a slender frame, Yuuri is sure he’d still be able to make out the bulge Yurio is sporting. He looks as bloated and uncomfortable as he sounds, and Yuuri can’t help but wonder how he let himself get this bad.
Yurio makes a choked noise and a dark spot appears on his sweatpants. It’s more than a small leak his time, and Yuuri is almost sure that Yurio has lost all control, but it travels down to his knees before stopping. A small puddle forms on the elevator carpet, and Yurio refuses to open his eyes.
“It feels so tempting to just let go,” Yurio sobs, curling in on himself more.
“I know,” Yuuri says, wincing as he watches Yurio fold the watermelon shaped bulge sitting in between his hips in half.
The elevator jerks before moving again, and Yuuri nearly cries in relief. He truly has no idea how to comfort the teen falling apart in front of him.
“You can use mine and Victor’s bathroom,” Yuur says, trying to move himself so if anyone is standing outside of the elevator, they won’t be able to see the wet spot that’s been steadily growing on Yurio’s sweatpants. “It’s closer.”
Yurio nods gratefully and, clutching onto Yuuri’s wrist the whole time, lets the older man pull him down the hallway. Yuuri struggles with the keycard, having to use one hand to wiggle it from his pocket due to Yurio’s unwillingness to let his other hand go, and that’s ultimately Yurio’s demise.
Yuuri gets a sharp intake of a breath and a broken, “Oh, god” from behind him as a warning before thunderous sound echoes throughout the hallway. Once the door is open, Yuuri hurriedly ushers Yurio into his room.
Yuuri lets Yurio cling onto him despite getting wet himself, and waits it out. He pets Yurio’s hair and murmurs, “It’s okay,” for a good minute and a half before Yurio’s stream finally tampers off.
Yuuri cleans the mess while Yurio showers, and while Victor questions the events of the day when he comes back to find he has to fight a clingy and red-eyed Yurio for Yuuri’s affection for the rest of the night, they’re the only two that know what happened, to Yurio’s relief. |
this was another tumblr prompt
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“Give it back!” Leo yells chasing Guang Hong down the hallway.
Guang Hong whirls around, but keeps running backwards.
“If I give it back, you’ll stop paying attention to me,” he says, pouting and waving Leo’s iPod around.
He turns back around, but catches him around the waist and yanks him down to the floor with him.
“Leo,” Guang Hong complains, swatting his hands away to keep the iPod out of reach.
“What?” Leo laughs, pressing a kiss to the side of Guang Hong’s head, “I’m paying attention to you, just like you wanted.”
Leo struggles with a squirmy Guang Hong, trying to pull him onto his lap.
“No,” Guang Hong says, prying Leo’s fingers off of his iPod, “You’re just trying to distract me, and take your iPod back. Then you’re going to listen to music for hours and not talk to me anymore.”
Leo laughs again and kisses under his chin, “I’m still giving you attention, though.”
Guang Hong huffs, and shoves the iPod down his shirt. Leo rolls his eyes and pulls Guang Hong the rest of the way onto his lap. They bump noses and Leo grins.
“I’m not giving it back,” Guang Hong whispers, and Leo huffs another laugh.
“I didn’t expect you to,” he shrugs, “I’ll just have to keep you here until you decide to give it back.”
“Fine.”
“Fine,” Leo echoes.
Guang Hong shoves his face into the curve of Leo’s neck, to avoid maintaining eye contact. They sit in the hallway floor for a while, the only noise being the small sounds of content Guang Hong makes at finally having all of Leo’s attention.
Eventually, he pulls back and shifts his hips around.
“Can you let me up? I have to pee,” Guang Hong asks, blush dusting his cheeks and highlighting the light freckles there’s.
“Not unless you give me the iPod back,” Leo teases, pressing his hand against the outline of the device under Guang Hong’s shirt.
Guang Hong shivers as the cold plastic presses against his warm stomach.
“No,” he pouts, hooking his arms around Leo’s neck and pushing himself closer.
“You’re needy today,” Leo comments, affectionately running his hands down along Guang Hong’s spine.
“I’m needy everyday,” Guang Hong corrects, squirming again.
Leo hums and tickles Guang Hong’s sides.
“’Love your neediness,” he murmurs.
“Then pay attention to meee,” Guang Hong pouts, “and stop tickling me, I wasn’t kidding when I said I have to pee.”
“I always pay attention to you,” Leo says, lightly dragging his nails across the bottom of Guang Hong’s stomach.
Guang Hong tenses when Leo’s fingers near the iPod, but he never touches it.
“Not enough,” he murmurs, squirming his hips. “Seriously, Leo, I have to peeeeee.”
“That’s because you want 24/7 attention and I need to sleep,” Leo laughs, running his thumb along Guang Hong’s pouting lips, “and you can go pee, just give me the iPod back.”
Guang Hong groans and slumps against Leo’s chest.
“Imagine how good it’d feel to go,” Leo murmurs against his ear, “All you have to do it is give me my iPod back.”
“Not fair!” Guang Hong complains, squirming against him, “not fair at all!”
Leo laughs and moves his hands back to tickle Leo’s sides.
“Stoop!”
“Give it back and I will,” Leo taunts, moving his fingers faster.
He feels Guang Hong clench his thighs and try to pull them together, but Leo’s own legs block the way. Guang Hong’s huffing laughs and whimpers against his neck, and Leo pulls Guang Hong closer and squeezes him tight.
“Love you,” he murmurs, kissing Guang Hong’s ear.
Guang Hong takes a few aggriavated breathes before huffing out, “Love you, to -oh.”
He squeezes his eyes shut and a new blush erupts on his cheeks. His thighs clench and unclench against Leo’s in a rhythmic motion.
“What’s wrong?” Leo asks, gently stroking his thumb along the freckles on Guang Hong’s cheek.
“Leaked a little,” Guang Hong squeaks out, cracking an eye open.
“Give me the iPod back and you can go the whole way,” Leo says, leaning closer to Guang Hong’s face, “C’mon, think about it. All that pressure, just gone. It’d feel so good, and you know it.”
“Leo,” Guang Hong hisses, lightly and playfully slapping Leo’s arm.
He leaks a bit more, and he blushes at the warm and moist feeling in his underwear. He jerks his hips forward and presses himself closer to Leo to keep the fluid back.
“Just don’t think about it, and you’ll be fine,” Leo says, nonchalantly. “Just don’t picture finally letting go, and letting it all out. Don’t think about how good it would feel, or all the relief. Just don’t think about it.”
Guang Hong whimpers as he does just that. Even picturing a toilet is agonizing, and he wants the relief so bad he chokes out a sob.
“Leo, please,” he cries, “Please, I have go so bad.”
“Alright, fine,” Leo sighs, dropping his arms, “I’m not that cruel. Go ahead and go.”
Guang Hong’s body takes it as go ahead and start peeing, rather than go ahead and go the bathroom, and then start peeing.
“No, nonono, no,” he whimpers, clutching onto Leo’s arms.
“What?” Leo asks, worriedly rubbing Guang Hong’s back, “What’s wrong?”
But then he feels it. The liquid gushing from Guang Hong saturates his jeans as well, and pools around them in a steadily growing puddle.
Guang Hong sobs with a mixed feeling of relief and embarrassment.
Leo was right, his muddled thoughts supply, it does feel amazing to let go.
Guang Hong drops his head against Leo’s collarbone, worn out and spent but sill wetting. Figuring there’s no stopping it now, Leo helps it along by gently rubbing Guang Hong’s cramping abdomen.
Both of their laps are completely wet and warm by the time Guang Hong finishes, but their cool and gross feeling when Leo finally stops pressing reassuring kisses along the crown of Guang Hong’s head.
“Feel better now?” he asks, slipping the iPod out of Guang Hong’s shirt and tossing it far away from the puddle his boyfriend made.
“I’m sorry,” Guang Hong whimpers, instead of answering the question. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay,” Leo reassures, rubbing Guang Hong’s back. “It’s my fault, I should’ve known that you’d be too stubborn to give it back; I should’ve let you up sooner.”
Guang Hong hears the words, but it doesn’t stop him from sniffling.
“Come on,” Leo says, gathering Guang Hong in his arms, “let’s go take a bath, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Guang Hong says quietly, clinging onto his boyfriend. “… You still love me, right?”
“That’s the dumbest question you’ve ever asked me,” Leo says, stepping into the bathroom and setting Gaung Hong on the sink. “Of course I still love you, dummy.”
Guang Hong smiles and nods. “Okay.” |
Yuuri wakes up feeling light. Waking up in the arms of someone that swears to adore you is one of the nicest feelings in the world, in Yuuri’s opinion. He wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Well, except, maybe a trip to the bathroom. He can feel all of last night’s drinks settled nicely in his bladder and it’s a bit more than uncomfortable. Honestly, it’s nearly painful.
But, Viktor’s arms are loosely wrapped around his waist and his body is warm. Yuuri himself has never felt so comfortable before in his life, but it’s more than that – Viktor also looks peaceful.
Yuuri has never seen his face look so expressionless yet blissful before in all the time they’ve spent together, and he doesn’t want to be the reason he has to stop seeing it. Talk about self-sabotage.
Still, as Yuuri tries to relax, he can feel himself almost leak. He tenses all of his muscles before anything can spill out, but still. He’s too full for comfort and waves of urgency rock his middle as a vague threat that slowly gains more momentum, making it very clear that it won’t be just a threat for very long.
Yuuri takes a steadying breath, but he can’t bring himself to shake Viktor awake. It seems too embarrassing, the image of pushing Viktor into consciousness just so that he can pee, but he doesn’t see a way around it. Even if he wiggled his way out of his arms, that would surely wake him up, as well.
Contemplating a way to get to his relief proves to be too much for his bladder, and it starts spilling its contents without Yuuri’s consent. His thighs quickly dampen and he pushes himself away from Viktor and his warm hold.
He cups his hands over himself, trying to hold everything together, but he was too late. Yuuri’s face screws up, a squeak leaving his mouth as the stream picks up in speed. He doesn’t get up to sprint to the bathroom for fear of making a bigger mess, so he stays still, and prays it won’t get on Viktor.
The fluid leaks steadily through the material of his clothes, darkening them considerably. It gathers under him and then spread over the sheets – Viktor’s sheets - when it couldn’t soak fast enough. His legs grow wet, and he feels his lower back begin to get grossly warm along with his crotch and everywhere else his urine manages to reach.
When the stream finally stops nearly a minute later, Yuuri can feel Viktor’s eyes on him. It’s enough to make him choke on a sob, because there’s no way Viktor doesn’t hate him now. He pissed on his sheets because he was too embarrassed to wake him up.
On top of that, Yuuri notices from the corner of his eye, that the thighs and knees on Viktor’s pajama pants are a bit darker blue than the rest of the material. Yuuri squeezes his eyes shut and leans forward, chest heaving.
“Yuuri,” Viktor calls in that soft, yet non-patronizing voice he always uses when Yuuri’s anxiety gets the best of him, “it’s okay.”
“It’s not!” Yuuri insists, voice muffled by his knees.
“It is,” Viktor argues quietly, trying to manipulate Yuuri’s body so he can still hide his face, something Viktor has come to find makes Yuuri feel more comfortable expressing his emotions verbally, and Viktor can still hold him at the same time.
“Everyone has accidents,” Viktor reasons, resting his chin on Yuuri’s head.
Yuuri flinches as he shame is acknowledged out loud. There’s something about it being spoken out loud that makes it seem more undeniably true. You know, as if the wet sheets and clingy, soggy clothes wasn’t enough.
“I’ll clean it up,” Yuuri offers, trying to pull back from Viktor.
“No,” Viktor defies, pulling Yuuri back to his chest. “If I let you get up now, you’ll stop talking about it; you’ll let it eat at you, without saying anything, until I find you freaking out on the bathroom floor.”
Yuuri blushes, recalling all the times he’s had an anxiety freak outtm in the exact manner as Viktor described.
“I need you to know that is okay, that I still love you and I’m not going anywhere, before I let you up, okay?”
Viktor places his finger under Yuuri’s chin and uses it to guide him into tilting his head back, so Viktor can meet his eyes. He smiles when Yuuri finally meets his eyes, as they look a lot less panicky than they did when he first woke up. Tears are still gathered in the corners, but he doesn’t appear to want to sprint from the room any time soon.
“Okay,” Yuuri murmurs, tilting his head back down.
“Good,” Viktor says, before pressing a kiss to Yuuri’s forehead. “Now, let’s get this cleaned up, shall we?”
“You don’t have to-“
“I want to, because I love you, Yuuri Katsuki.”
Yuuri lowers his head further, “Now you’re just trying to be embarrassing.”
“Mm, maybe,” Viktor teases, throwing his arms around Yuuri’s shoulders and ducking his head to try to see his face, “but you look much happier than you did, and that’s all I really wanted.”
“See? Embarrassing,” Yuuri deadpans, but he’s smiling.
Viktor smiles back and kisses his cheek before pulling Yuuri off of the bed. They can’t stay in piss soaked sheets all day, after all. |
Yurio curls his toes and sucks in a harsh breath. Otabek glances at him, but Yuuri and Viktor don’t seem to hear, too wrapped up in the awful pop station blasting through the car’s speakers.
Yurio won’t meet his eyes, and Otabek shrugs it off. Until Yurio starts making more noises, more frequently.
Otabek eventually looks over again, and is surprised to find a small watch on Yurio’s shorts. He’s fanning his skinny thighs, and desperately wiggling his hips. His mouth moves, chanting a silent please no, please no, please no and Otabek takes it all in.
He forces himself to look away and scoots forward in his seat.
“Can we stop somewhere? I have to pee,” he says, bluntly.
Yurio groans at the mention of pee, and Otabek almost feels bad for asking.
“Of course!” Viktor says in his usual overly-enthusiastic manner.
It takes them nearly fifteen minutes to find a place to stop, and all the while Yurio is groaning and hissing through his teeth.
“I’m honestly glad you asked to stop; I’ve had to go for a while now,” Yuuri admits sheepishly, glancing back at Otabek as Viktor pulls into a rest stop.
“You could’ve just asked!” Viktor says, as the older two climb out of the car.
“I know, but..” Yuuri’s voice trails off as they walk into the building.
“Aren’t you going to go?” Otabek asks, glancing down at the wet spot on Yurio’s shorts.
It’s nearly doubled in size now.
“If I stand now, I’ll pee,” Yurio says, through gritted teeth.
“No, you won’t,” Otabek reassures, “It’s just a strong urge. We’ll wait for it to pass.”
For a few seconds, the only sound in the car is Otabek’s breathing and Yurio’s whines. Eventually, though, he seems to get a hold of himself.
“Okay,” he says, “Okay, I think I’m good.”
They both get out of the car, and Otabek lets Yurio grab a hold of the back of his shirt, so he can focus on walking and getting them there, and Yurio can focus on holding it in.
“We have to hurry though,” Yurio says, hanging his head in shame, “the urges are coming a lot more frequently and a lot more strongly and I’ve already leaked a lot but there’s still so much and I don’t know how much longer I can-”
Yurio stops talking and opts to whine instead. Otabek stops while Yurio fights another urge, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes at the force of it.
“… I leaked more,” he whispers, so only Otabek can hear.
He glances down, and sure enough, the wet stain has traveled to his thigh.
Otabek tries to hurry, but the long strides only cause Yurio more discomfort. By the time they reach the restroom, the wet patch has traveled to his knee, and it almost seems pointless to help him hobble over to a stall.
Otabek shuts the door behind him with a quiet, “Don’t bother with the lock, I’ll hold it closed for you.”
While waiting for Yurio to finish, Otabek notices a very concerned Yuuri looking at them in the mirror. He’d obviously been in the middle of washing his hands when they walked in.
Caught off guard by seeing Yuuri, despite him mentioning that he’d had to go pretty badly as well in the car, Otabek forgets to notice that he doesn’t hear any noise from the stall. Meaning, Yurio isn’t peeing.
“Are you alright?” he calls softly.
“I can’t-” Yurio chokes on a sob, “I can’t let go of my dick or I’m going to piss my pants!”
Otabek bites his tongue to keep from mentioning that he already has. The choked noise in Yurio’s voice has Yuuri walking towards them.
“I’ll keep the door shut,” he offers, and Otabek nods.
He swiftly enters the stall, trusting that Yuuri will keep his word. He wastes no time in yanking down Yurio’s pants and heavily saturated boxers.
Yurio doesn’t bother with aiming, and opts to sit instead, groaning with relief. Otabek blushes at the sound, and forces himself to look away.
Yurio’s pee lasts for a concerning amount of time, and he refuses to look at any of them - including Viktor, who’d wondered in when they all took too long - and Otabek isn’t sure what to do. It’s obvious Yurio’s distressed from his pulled-in shoulders, but Otabek isn’t sure how to comfort him, or even if its what Yurio needs.
Yuuri steps closer to him as he washes his hands, and Yurio tenses like a trapped wild animal. He cautiously reaches out and brushes Yurio’s hair behind his ear.
“I know that what I say might not mean much to you,” he starts, and Yurio doesn’t react; the first sign that something is wrong, “especially since I’m still trying to work it out myself, obviously, but… It’s okay to ask for the things you need, even if you think it’s embarrassing. We all care about you, Yurio; we won’t judge.”
Without saying a word, Yurio reaches out and turns off the water. He shakes his hands dry before turning towards the three of them and, without looking at any of them, makes grabby hands at them.
Yuuri, being the closest, is the first to wrap his arms around Yurio’s middle. Otabek is next, and Viktor wraps his arms around Yuuri and Yurio’s shoulders, completing the group hug.
“Thank you,” Yurio murmurs, and there’s a heavy weight in his words. |
Jeanie didn't have many friends. She wasn't a very popular person in her all-girls school. Her parents didn't understand why. After all, she was a very cute girl. Blue eyes, white teeth, nice smile... But Jeanie knew she wasn't like the other girls. Her hair was blue and pink, her fingernails were painted black, her music was punk and her attitude was negative, especially in school. The thing she hated the most in school was Ms. Jennis's class. Ms. Jennis was a cruel, strict teacher who always yelled at her if her earbuds were in or if she dozed off in class. She also had a strict rule about leaving her classroom. Jeanie was often forced to discreetly fidget around in her chair if her mean teacher would not permit her to use the lavatory. She's had a lot of close calls in that class, but she found herself walking miserably into it now like every day, and plopped herself down in her chair. The bell rang over her head and she groaned. "Only an hour and a half left to go," she said to herself.
A voice 'hello'd' her from behind. It was her best (and one of her only) friend Dallas. Jeanie made an honest half-smile and greeted her back, then made a small grimace. Memories of downing an entire monster can back at her house accompanied with a throb in her bladder came to her.
"Are you alright?" asked Dallas.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just kind of have to pee." Dallas frowned in worry.
"I'll be fine. It's only an hour and a half."
At the front of the class, Ms. Jennis clapped a ruler on her desk. "Quiet! I've got an announcement. Due to testing in the next hall ovee, you're going to be in here for the remainder of the day. This will give you time to finish up your project." This was mer with a unanimous groan from the entire class. Jeanie tensed. Eight hours in Ms. Jennis's class? This was not good at all. She felt another small twinge to pee.
The project Ms. Jennis gave out was huge. Pages of information, layouts, and work needed to be done. Thankfully, there were partners, and Jeanie's partner was Dallas. They exchanged funny jokes and insults about Ms. Jennis and laughed, and for a while Jeanie forgot she needed to pee at all, but about an hour later it came back. Her bladder was a dull throb in her abdomen.
She must have been making a face because Dallas asked is she was okay. "Yeah," she forced a laugh, "I just gotta pee."
"Maybe she'll let you go," said Dallas, but they both knew that wasn't going to happen. Jeanie would just have to go through it.
A while passed and her bladder was still a dull throb, although occasionally she would feel a wave of desperation that would cause her to push her legs together a bit. Her foot was constantly tapping, but this was all happening under the table where no one could see.
A wave that was noticeably stronger than the others hit her, and the dull throbbing in her abdomen got bigger. She lifted her leg for just a moment. She wanted to cross her legs, but it would be too obvious. She wasn't too keen on letting the whole class know she had to go to the bathroom.
An hour passed. Jeanie and Dallas were still working on the project.
"I told her what to do with him, and she didn't do it, and now look. They're both-- Jeanie are you alright? You don't seem to be listening."
"No, I'm fine." Dallas took notice of Jeanie's legs crossed, and her foot constantly tapping. It was true, her need to pee was increasing by the moment. What felt like a gallon of liquid was sitting dormant in her bladder justwaiting to be released. Dallas stayed silent, but it had only been three hours and Jeanie's condition was only going to get worse.
Later on, they had to return to their seats so Ms. Jennis could talk. Jeanie had both hands on either side of her seat, leaning forward and crosssing her legs. Her bladder yearned to be emptied. Her teacher rambled on, but Jeanie's mind was in a different place. Four hours worth of liquid being held does that. She noticed a few other people had to pee, too, but she could care less. A wave of desperation hit and Jeanie's hand automatically went to her crotch. A drip of pee escaped into her panties. She knew Dallas was doing her "Im concerned for you," look behind her, and she smiled a little bit. She noticed then this was making her kind of horny. Still, though, she would give a lot to go pee right now.
By the time another hour passed, it was an all-out emergency. She managed to non-chalantly put her bag on her lap so she can hold herself in peace. Under her fingers, she felt a wet spot. Her bladder was so full it felt like it was about to burst. Her chin was resting on the top of her bag so only her eyes were poking out under her pink and blue hair, and tears were beginning to well up. This is it, I'm going to piss myself at school and it's all that dumb bitches fault. Another small spurt of pee escaped inter her panties, one of many others. Her clit twitched under the pressure. She wondered if she could manage to pull off putting her hand in her pants to help hold it in.
After a quick glance around, she slipped her fingers into her pants and pressed on her bare pussy. Her fingers were cold, but it helped keep the dam from bursting. A wave hit and she shifted her butt around in the chair (as discreetly as possible) and rubbed her crotch to hold it in. A few drops escaped, along with something else... She was extremely horny from this. Her legs were rubbing against each other, and her fingers were rubbing her clit to keep from peeing. Someone touched her shoulder, and she took her hand out from inside her panties and black leggings and turned around. It was Dallas.
"You alright?" Jeanie just shrugged. There was a couple more hours left in school, and there was no way she would make it. Her hands went back into her pants.
Twenty minutes passed. Jeanie's bladder was about to explode. Tears were falling from her eyes, her hand pressed hard on her vagina, and her belly stuck out like an overfilled water balloon.
Ms. Jennis recieved a call and excused herself from the class. She left the door ajar. Jeanie eyed it. This is my chance! She got up and bolted out the door, not caring what anyone in the class thought. She sprinted down the hallway for the bathroom, crotch in hand. With every step it was like the enormous pressure on her bladder increased tenfold. The large amount of liquid inside her was going to come out soon. She came upon the toilets, and to her horror saw a sign that read "OUT OF ORDER: WATER DAMAGE" The bathrooms were completely blocked off.
Before she could run to another bathroom, an enormous wave hit her. "No..." she said to herself, and dropped to the ground, left knee on the ground and right knee up. Both hands oushing as hard as they can on her crotch, but it still wasn't enough. She peed hard into her leggings. It hissed out of her and splattered on the ground, soaking her legs and her butt as it did so. Her belly went down as streams of piss escaped her pussy and through her hands, all over the ground around her. Finally, after what felt like ten minutes, it ceased to a small sputter then stopped. Her bladder was finally empty. Jeanie sobbed in a vast puddle of urine, too much to be held by one person. Dallas came up behind her, having ran after her after she was gone for too long. Dallas's hand rested on Jeanie's back comforting her. She was humiliated, and she felt like a child. "It's alright," said Dallas, "it happens to everyone."
"No it doesn't! Not in high school!" Jeanie continued to cry.
"Come on, get up. We're going home." said Dallas. Her and Jeanie walked from the school. As they were walking, Jeanie shook her head. "What?" asked Dallas.
"Ms. Jennis's class sucks." |
I wrote a story again, guys. Sorry. I was asked to do one about The Last of Us by quintex96, and so I played through the DLC, had a great time doing it, wrote the story, and posted it right here. I really hope you like it, and if you do I'll leave links to my other stories down below so you can have a look. Anyways, have at it.
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Ellie had never entertained the notion that her older, wiser companion might come to harm before she did. He was constantly protecting her, but if Joel was anything, he was competent- so much so that it seemed he could take care of himself and Ellie easily. Which, of course, he had had no trouble with up until their last encounter with bandits. While Joel had been scuffling with one of them, they had broken a railing and fallen down to the level below. The bandit had died on impact, while Joel had been a little luckier. Only a little. He had been impaled by a piece of debris and was in bad shape. That’s how he and Ellie had wound up here.
When Joel had collapsed, Ellie had lead their horse, Callus, into the nearest structure- a long-abandoned shopping mall. Full of infected, it had been a deathtrap… but also her only option. Naturally, Joel was her first priority, but a close second was her growing need for a toilet. She had been too distracted with leading her injured friend past the remaining bandits to notice it at first, but now that they were out of harm’s way (for the most part), she could feel her bladder filling up. Her nerves weren’t helping much, either.
As soon as she had closed the shutters of the store they had holed up in and locked them, she bent slightly at the knees, trying to find a position that would relieve the pressure in her bladder. Much to her annoyance, the pain in her abdomen seemed to be beyond relief. She huffed irritably and began to head on her way. As much as she would have liked to stop and empty her bladder there, the mall was full of infected and she could be attacked at any moment. No, her bladder would have to wait. Maybe once she had patched Joel up, she could find somewhere safe to pee.
She only had to take another few steps before a solution revealed itself. Huh, Ellie thought happily. This might be easier than I thought. Walking slowly over to the pharmacy- for slow movement was all she could manage without putting unnecessary strain on her bladder- she smiled happily at her luck. The mall, however, did bring back some unpleasant memories. She did her best to shake them off, but as she wandered around the empty pharmacy looking for something- anything- that could help her keep Joel alive, the memories came back little by little.
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Ellie huffed quietly. Riley had woken her up too early, and she didn’t know if she was ready to forgive her just yet. After all, they’d parted on some pretty awful terms. I guess that doesn't matter now, Ellie thought as she followed Riley to her mystery destination, I already agreed to come. No reason to turn back now. They continued to walk for several minutes, occasionally dodging patrols and armed trucks, before they reached their destination- the same mall that they had gone to several times already. Ellie was none too impressed, but maybe Riley had something special planned. She decided she’d go along with it.
It only took a few minutes of walking through the mall to find what Riley was after. Winston, an old soldier that the girls had both known, had recently died of a heart attack, and Riley seemed eager to go through his possessions. Ellie was… less thrilled, to say the least, but this may factor into Riley’s surprise, so she went along with it.
Stepping through the flap of his tent, which was located in the middle of the mall, Ellie could see the makings of a fairly decent life. She walked over to the nightstand and began to look at a picture of a younger Winston along with a few other people. “Winston looks so much younger in this picture,” Ellie commented. Riley didn’t respond.
When Ellie turned to look at her, Riley grinned. In each of her hands was a huge bottle of some sort of alcohol. Ellie couldn’t make out the labels as Riley danced around happily. “Jackpot!” She exclaimed. Ellie was confused for a moment, until she realized what the alcohol was for. A smile began to emerge on her face as well.
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Ellie shook her head. Now was no time to be reminiscing about the past. This was important and she needed to focus on the present. She continued to search around the pharmacy, but she couldn’t find anything. She wiggled her hips back and forth as her bladder reminded her of her situation. She needed to find something to patch Joel up, and if she could do it before she wet herself, that would be ideal. She rolled her eyes as she considered the absurdity of that statement. If it really got that bad, she could just squat somewhere. It isn’t as though anyone was around. She squirmed again as her bladder complained once more.
She had been searching around here for too long. She gave the room one last look before turning to leave. It was only when she started for the door that she noticed a back room she hadn’t checked yet. She perked up and, when she looked through the window, she nearly jumped for joy (her bladder kept her grounded, though). There was a huge first-aid kit on the other side of the door. There has to be something I can use to fix Joel up in there!
She only hesitated for a moment before twisting the knob... except the knob didn't twist. Locked! Damn it, Ellie thought. How am I supposed to get in there? She scowled, then turned back to the pharmacy. After a few minutes of searching around the shop and finding nothing, her occasional fidget had turned into a nearly constant wiggle in her hips. Although she didn't want to admit it, she was starting to get desperate. She ground her teeth together and spun in a slow circle, then groaned. There has to be a key somewhere... her expression turned from one of annoyance to one of worry as she thought of how much blood Joel had been losing when she left.
Finally, her temper got the better of her and drew her foot back, kicking a nearby bottle with all her might. The effort made her bladder go into overdrive for a moment, and she had to grab herself to keep from leaking. She groaned again, standing up as straight as she could, then walking slowly over to where the bottle had come to a stop. The counter. Why hadn't she thought to check the counter before? She slapped herself in the forehead before walking slowly around the table.
Sure enough, there it was. A piece of paper, seemingly glowing among all the rubble in the room. She bent slowly to pick it up, but her bladder still felt the effort. She moaned softly as she grabbed herself to complete the maneuver. She stood back up much quicker, the strain of bending over causing even more stress on her ever-filling bladder. The rapid motion, however, startled her bladder as well, and she lost control for a moment. She gasped as she felt a few tiny drips of pee leak into her panties. She needed to find a way to patch Joel up, and soon.
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Ellie's first drink of the vodka had been the cause of much laughter in her friend. The flavor had been completely unbearable and she had spit it out almost instantly. Riley was still giggling as they set out to find something to cut it with. The mall was a good place to find lots of things, but, surprisingly, non-alcoholic beverages weren't one of them. Ellie was beginning to despair when they finally find something that fit the bill.
"Aha!" Riley said as she produced an enormous bottle of some kind of soda. The label said that it was lemon-lime, but Ellie had a difficult time figuring out the rest of it; the bottle was almost completely wrapper free.
"Will this do it?" Ellie asked hesitantly. "I mean... that stuff is pretty gross."
"This'll work," Riley responded confidently. "Or, at least, I'm pretty sure it will." Riley found a flat surface they could use nearby and began to carefully mix the two drinks in cups they had found during the search. "Let's hope this was worth the hastle," Riley said quietly as she mixed the drinks.
"It will be!" Ellie responded, looking at the drinks intently. "I know it will be!" She had wanted to do this for a long time, and Riley seemd like the perfect person to do it with. Nobody would judge her less than Riley.
"Alright," Riley said, handing one of the glasses. "Here goes nothing." The two girls looked directly at each other as Riley counted down, then downed their drinks. The taste was still rather disgusting, but Ellie could stomach it now... even more so, since she was so excited to do this. "Okay," Riley spoke up, her expression making it clear that she thought the drink was still disgusting. "The next round of drinks will come in about ten minutes. Until then... well, you know what to do." The two girls smiled at each other. The holding contest Ellie had always wanted was about to begin.
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Ellie had let herself be distracted again. She frowned at the damp feeling in her panties and again as she thought about the time she had spent away from Joel. The paper had said something about a doctor in the next room over, and, sure enough, here he was, right in front of her. He was not, however, a living doctor, and, as a result, the only way he could benefit her was the key in one of his pockets. She said a quiet prayer as she bent over (grabbing herself tightly to avoid another leak), hoping desperately that he wouldn't attack her.
It only took a few seconds to find the key, but to Ellie it seemed like an eternity. With the ocean of pee pushing harder and harder against her bladder and the threat of the doctor attacking her constantly present, her heart began to hammer in her chest. She squeezed herself harder, but her bladder seemed to be actively fighting her. She ground her teeth together and shifted on the spot, driving her heel into her bladder, but, despite her best efforts, a small spurt of pee shot out of her, wetting her panties further. Ellie gasped, then moaned as the warm wetness caused another squirt, then another. When she finally got it under control, she could see a wet spot on her pants.
She swallowed hard, and then felt the doctor's pockets more carefully, this time finding the key. She reached carefully in and pulled it out, before backing away slowly. She was nearly out of the corpse's reach when it moved suddenly, it's arm reaching to grab her. She sucked her breath in and fell backwards, before realizing that it was only the removal of the key that had caused the corpse to move... and that she had released a huge squirt of pee into her panties and pants. She cursed quietly and stood back up.
The wet spot was very noticeable now. Ellie contemplated pulling her pants down and peeing right there, but decided against it. She had wasted enough time here, and Joel needed her. She steeled her body for the walk back to the pharmacy, before waddling stiff-legged to the back room where the medkit was. She gave herself a squeeze before jamming the key into the lock and turning it. The door swung open with a creak and Ellie walked as quickly as she dared to the first-aid kit in the center of the room. She bent over, ignoring her bladder's protests, and swung open the lid. To her horror, she discovered the kit... completely empty.
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The holding contest had been going for quite a while. Ellie hardly expected it to last this long. With the amount of liquid they had taken in (Riley had been secretly adding more and more soda and removing more and more vodka) and the alcohol to expediate the process, three rounds of drinks had come and gone, and Ellie was at her limit.
She was bent over the counter, one leg crossed in front of the other and her bladder begging her for release. She could hardly contain herself. She was at her bursting point. Riley looked nearly as bad. Legs pressed together with both her hands jammed into her crotch and only her leaning on the counter keeping her from falling over. Both girls were at their limits, but the next round of drinks was coming up. Ellie downed hers reluctantly, hardly noticing the taste of the alcohol as the sickly sweet flat soda filled her mouth.
Her bladder screamed for release, but she was determined to beat Riley. She knew that she could only hold it for so long, but "so long" needed to be longer than her friend. She didn't know why, but she needed to win this. Almost as much as she needed to pee.
"Oooooooh Godddd..." Ellie whimpered under her breath. Riley looked at her with faux sympathy.
"What's wrong?" She asked, a tone of amusement creeping into her voice. "Does Ellie need a peeeeeeeee-eeek!" Riley's teasing was interrupted by a huge wave of desperation, and Ellie watched in amazement as she bent at the knees, dropping low, eyes closed tight, jaw clenched. Is she going to wet herself? Ellie was strangely excited; not only that she would finally get to pee, but that she would get to see Riley wet herself. This feeling was somewhat new to her, but she decided that what she was feeling was the least of her worries right now. She just needed to hold on a little bit longer.
Ellie's moment of triumph was suddenly interrupted, however, as Riley's quiet whining disappeared and she stood up. A wet spot was visible on her pants, but it could hardly be called a full accident. Ellie wasn't out of the woods yet.
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Ellie couldn't believe she was doing this. She had seen a crashed medical helicopter from the back room of the pharmacy, and now she was standing just beneath it. She wasn't even sure that there would be a first-aid kit in there, let alone that it would have everything she needed, and, if she climbed in, she would be risking her life; that helicopter could fall at any moment. Her thoughts were interrupted as a huge wave of desperation washed over her. Bending over, squeezing herself and jamming her legs together still couldn't prevent a large squirt and she knew she didn't have much time left.
She walked slowly toward the helicopter, her hands still jammed into her crotch- any attempt to remove them now could result in a mess- and prepared herself to climb. She would only need to jump and then pull herself up, but even that could result in a huge spray at best and a full wetting at worst. It doesn't matter, she reminded herself. I need this to save Joel. I'm not in the quarantine zone anymore. Nobody's around to care if I wet myself.
She braced herself for a moment, and then jumped, grabbing the lowest point of the open door of the helicopter. Sure enough, a huge spurt sprayed down her pant leg, but she kept going. Heaving herself up caused another jet of pee to escape her, but it was fine. She was in the helicopter. To her amazement, there was a kit of medical supplies not two feet in front of her. She moved to it on her hands and knees, ignoring the slow dribble that continued to escape her. Throwing open the lid, she found it full of bandages and sutures and everything she could need to have the best chance of saving Joel. She sat back, hugging the med-kit to her chest with one arm and using the other to stem the flow of urine escaping from her. "I'm never letting you go."
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Ellie's control was slipping. After her last round of drinks, her bladder had begun to give out. Now, after only a few moments, she was losing total control of her bladder. No matter what she tried- grabbing herself, bending over, hopping up and down, crossing her legs, wiggling her butt- nothing helped. She looked at Riley helplessly, but Riley's own struggle seemed to have stopped completely, and now her grin grew in proportion to Ellie's own wet spot. Ellie moaned quietly and fell to her knees.
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Ellie's eyes opened suddenly as the helicopter jolted forward. "Oh, no," she mumbled, grabbing onto a nearby seat and trying to stand up. Another jolt knocked her back to the ground, some pee escaping from her and spreading across her bottom. Oh God, Ellie thought. This could be bad. All she could do now was try to get herself out before the helicopter hit the ground and keep her pants dry.
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She could hardly control herself at all, now. Riley was most definitely enjoying the display, but Ellie had closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. She had lost the holding contest, she knew, so the most she could do was was try to keep from being embarrassed to the best of her abilities. The holding contest had been her idea, and she still managed to lose. Her face burned bright red even as a wet spot darkened her pants.
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Another jolt of the helicopter brought Ellie back to the present. Her heart was racing. If this helicopter falls all the way to the ground, the infected will have an easy time getting at me. The thought terrified her. All the more reason to get out of it now. She tried to stand up again, but another jolt knocked her to the ground. This time, her bladder did more than just squirt. Even as she struggled to regain her feet, her bladder gave out more and more. She sat down and grabbed onto the nearest stationary object, trying her best to pretend like she wasn't completely wetting herself.
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Ellie was totally soaked now. Riley had already gone off to relieve herself somewhere that wasn't her pants, so now all Ellie could do was clean up to the best of her ability. She stood, her face red and her blush only increasing as she felt even more warm pee drip down her legs. She had lost the holding competition, lost her dignity, and, more importantly, lost her favorite pair of pants. She closed her eyes and did her best to enjoy the wet feeling as much as she could.
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Ellie opened her eyes. The helicopter hadn't budged at all for the entire time that she had spent emptying her bladder. She blushed and stood up. Looking out, she could see that the wreckage hadn't fallen more than ten feet. She hopped nimbly out, doing her best to ignore the chill she felt as the cold air hit her warm, wet pants. She still had the first-aid kit and she could still save Joel. She just needed to get back to him first. She hoped it wasn't too late.
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If you're reading this, you made it all the way through my story. Thank you! If you enjoyed it, feel free to let me know, and, if you didn't, also tell me (like, I'm sure you all know the rule about "if you don't have anything nice to say..." but I really would like to know what I'm doing wrong). As promised, I'll leave the links to other stories down below and thanks again for reading.
This one is Dishonored 2!
This one is the sequel!
This one is Uncharted 2!
And this one is my very own real life experience! |
So since Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2. is out now in other countries besides the US (I've seen it already and it is an enjoyable film) I felt there should be a Guardians story out there. I'm surprised not many people take advantage of the MCU but whatever. As I've said before about when I talked about my Agent Carter story and other stories I personally don't think I'm good at this but if you enjoy then feel free to do so about this story of Gamora being desperate.
The Guardians of The Galaxy had been regarded as legends following of their defeat against Ronan the Accuser and saving the galaxy. Now everyone wanted to higher them for jobs thus increasing their wealth even if Rocket couldn't help but bargain for more money much to Star Lord and Gamora's annoyance. The team was currently on their way to take down an group of thugs who were terrorising a village of people. A lone woman though managed to call for the Guardians and hire them in an attempt to have them save their village from their oppressors. Star Lord was more than happy to take the mission not just because of the money which is why Rocket agreed but it reminded Star Lord of one of his childhood movies the Magnificent Seven. He was just finishing telling the tale of the film to the crew.
"And so Chris, Vin and Chico ride off into the sunset only for Chico to realise his true place is Petra as they observe the graves of their fallen comrades. The end." Star Lord surmised
"I am Groot." Baby Groot says.
"Yeah it's all sad boo hoo" Rocket said as he went to the ship's controls "I'm gonna see if we are there yet."
"The tale feels a bit too easy." Drax says unsure
"What do you mean?" Star Lord asked confused
"Well they seem to be gunned down quite quickly and defeat the Wallet character with ease as they all leave. I would think those men would stand and fight to avenge their leader." Drax said giving his opinion.
"Okay first off it's Wallach. Eli Wallach his name was Calvera in the movie" Star Lord began "And second I was raised by thieves when push comes to shove and you are cornered surrender and running away is probably your first instinct when you can do nothing else. What about you Gamora?"
Gamora didn't respond. She took in the story and while she admired the strength of the men involved she began to lose focus on it after awhile as she thought about the impending battles ahead. Somehow she felt that now that they were more well known it would only be a matter of time before a greater threat attacked them. One that attacked on a personal level and may even be as strong as her adoptive father Thanos who she still feared was out there somewhere waiting to make his move against her not to mention her Nebula was unaccounted for. She finally gave Peter a response as she noticed him looking at her both wanting his answer and in a love kind of way. He didn't exactly hide his feelings well. "I thought the men were brave and I feel sorry for the town even if it is a fictional story."
Star Lord smiled "While I'm glad you do appreciate one of my film stories. Now I'll tell you about how a boy went back in time too..."
"Hey quit your yapping some of us are trying to focus here." Rocket yelled
"Well I don't interrupt you and your stories" Star Lord yelled back annoyed
"Oh really what about the time I told the story about how you tripped and fell down some stairs and got captured by those girl bandits who you tried to sleep with and they kicked your ass so hard you couldn't feel it for a week everytime you laid or sat down everywhere. Drax took away the cushions in the seats and everything." Rocket countered
"Yes that was quite the hilarious tale." Drax laughed
"No it wasn't" Star Lord replied as he turned to Gamora "Tell them to stop."
"Leave him alone." Gamora said reprimanding them.
"Thank you" Star Lord said
"Besides you left out the part where he had to return naked" Gamora added as Star Lord groaned
"Which I caught you smiling at." Star Lord replied with a wink
Gamora glared at him before suddenly she felt a pang down below. She felt the need to use the bathroom. She had drank a bit earlier mostly to stay hydrated for the upcoming fight. Since they weren't there at the planet yet she felt she could take care of her need right now. Getting up from her seat she began to walk away as Peter called out to him "Hey where you going?"
Gamora turned to him "Well all need time to ourselves Peter. I trust you understand that."
"Loud and clear" Star Lord responded.
Gamora feeling grateful for his maturity left the cockpit as she began to head towards the bathroom. Before she left though she heard Drax's words from inside the room "If she wished to masturbate why not just tell us?"
"Dude!" Star Lord groaned
"That's not what I'm doing!" Gamora yelled frustrated as she headed down the hall towards the bathroom. While she cared for everyone here sometimes she felt they would be the death of her.
Finally she made it to the bathroom as she began to cross her legs a bit which annoyed her. Because of her biology she was allowed to handle and hold in her urine more than any other human or species. The fact it was getting to a point she was crossing her legs worried her and annoyed her do to the childishness of it. She wasn't some little girl she could do this no problem. Opening the door she walked in and closed the door as she moved over to the toilet. She turned and was about to sit down and unbuckle her pants and panties and sit down when she saw Baby Groot standing there having somehow followed her in "Groot!"
Groot just stood there confused and wondering what she was doing and why he couldn't watch.
"Groot please leave." Gamora said gently "I need too.... take care of something. And I'm afraid you can't watch me do it. Or help me."
Groot didn't say anything as he tried fiddling with the toilet paper.
"Hey no I need that!" Gamora said as she fixed herself and ran over to him and stopped him from fiddling with the toilet roll as she heard Rocket over the intercom "Hey Gamora we're approaching our stop. Whatever you're doing hurry it along already and if Groot's with you bring him along."
Gamora groaned as she began to cross her legs. She would have to wait. But she could hold it. A warrior would not give in like this. She pointed a finger at Groot talking to him like a stern mother would "We'll discuss this later."
Taking him in her hand she left the bathroom as she walked down the hallway into the cockpit "So we're here then?"
"Yeah looks like it" Star Lord said as the ship landed.
Everyone walked out one by one Groot returning to Rocket. Soon only Gamora and Star Lord were left as Gamora had to stop a bit making sure she wasn't leaking or anything. She knew she wouldn't but needed to be sure. Suddenly Star Lord walked over to her "Hey are you alright?"
"I'm fine Peter." Gamora replied
"And about what Drax said back there I totally knew you weren't doing that it's all him." Star Lord replied
"I appreciate it." Gamora replied as she bit her lip
"But I'm sorry if I may or may not have heard some dreams of yours at night that might have involved you gain some kind of pleasure maybe they were you finding a cookie jar or you were getting laid...." Star Lord trailed off.
"Just move along." Gamora said annoyed.
Star Lord walked off the ship as Gamora gave one more glance back. She could run now but she knew she couldn't. She would hold it. No matter what.
Making their way to the villagers the woman who hired them began to thank them "We thank you so much for hearing of our call."
"Well it's our honour ma'am." Star Lord replied "So what's your battle plan?"
"Battle plan?" The woman asked confused
"We feel that we may not be enough to take down the estimated group you said were invading your town." Gamora said "We propose that we shall train you in combat."
"But they return the following morning." The woman added "We may not have time."
"Look just grab your sticks and whatever the hell you have and get moving lady because life isn't going to wait for you in your fight against assholes. You gotta take the fight to them." Rocket said as he made his hand into a fist that pounded into another one.
"I am Groot." Groot said
"And yeah you can take something that is theirs if it's worth stealing. Not like they'll needed" Rocket translated
"We have some guns and spears in our sheds if they will do?" The woman asked
"They will. Let's get to work then a-holes." Star Lord announced as he went with the villagers to the sheds with Rocket and Groot going with.
Gamora smiled feeling grateful that they were going to be able to help. She suddenly felt another pang down below as she prepared to follow the others slightly hopping hand hoping nobody was noticing.
"Gamora I can't help but notice you are in the middle of a hopping motion. Either you are attempting to play the role of this rabbit creature Quill mentions sometimes or you may be distressed. Which is it?" Drax asked
"I'm fine Drax." Gamora responded as she tried not to show her need "I'm just doing a little prep movement for combat."
"Ah I see." Drax said understanding before blurting out "You need to evacuate your bladder and are too embarrassed to admit it."
Gamora widened her eyes as she then held her sword to his throat "Tell anyone and you will won't able to do so yourself."
Drax nodded his head in understanding as he walked away "You know you shouldn't be embarrased. Evacuating one's bladder is a part of life. You will have too eventually."
"I can hold it." Gamora replied "My metabolism allows me to maintain my urine can hold for longer than most. I can manage."
"Well as long as we're being honest. I evacuated my own bladder the minute you put that sword to my neck." Drax announced with no shame as he walked away from her.
Grimacing in disgust Gamora closed her eyes as she crossed her legs some more. "You are the Most Deadly Woman in the Galaxy. You can manage this."
The next day arrived as the villagers prepared themselves for battle. Gamora had helped train some villagers in gun play and with spears preventing her from taking care of her bladder. She was now holding more than she could but she still knew she had to hold on. Feeling there was still some time left she felt she could maybe take care of her need before battle as she went to the woman who hired them.
"Miss Gamora once again we cannot thank you enough for your help. The Guardians have inspired us. Were it not for you all we wouldn't have decided to make this final stand." The woman said gratefully
Gamora smiled forgetting her need "Your gratitude is welcomed but unnecessary. Action and helping others is our reward."
"No money is the reward. End of." Rocket said walking by as he was holding some kind of energy cannon device that he was prepping for the fight.
"But perhaps you could do me a small favour and answer me a question" Gamora said trying not to have her need come through
"Anything" the woman responded
"Is there a place where I can..." Gamora trailed off as she went over to the woman and pulled her into a huddle making sure nobody heard her "Urinate."
"Oh" the woman responded as she pointed out into the streets "Our outhouse is a couple of miles into the city. You can't miss it."
Gamora groaned that the bathroom was very far away. Still she would have to press on "Thank you."
Gamora walked through the streets trying not to make her need known as she fought the urge to grab her crotch area. As she continued through the streets she suddenly heard something flying through the sky as a group of ships had arrived.
Stepping out the alien oppressors observed the village not feeling impressed nor did they care "It seems you have been unable to provide us with what we wanted. You were supposed to leave and the town would be ours so we could tear it down and build a fortress here anew. A pity."
"Yeah well there's one thing you forgot to count on scrotum monkey. Us." Star Lord responded as he fired at the leader from a roof top.
Drax moved into battle as he unleashed his knives and cut one of the goons down as the town's people fired upon the attackers from balcony's up above as the ground troops moved in with their spears as Gamora joined them again putting off her need. Rocket jumped down from the balcony with Groot as they shot some goons down.
The leader needless to say was angered "Kill them all! Show these so called Guardians of the Galaxy no mercy!"
The fight broke out and continued for a long time. During the fight Gamora managed to maintain her composure as she cut down wave after wave of enemies but found herself stopping a few times as she struggled to hold on. She wouldn't allow herself to feel embarrassed by this and let it herself show such weakness.
"I can hold it just a little longer." Gamora said to herself as she found herself being knocked over by a goon. Her distracting bladder was what prevented her from seeing an attack like that coming from a mile away.
"Gamora. The Daughter of Thanos. Today is my lucky day as I shall finally kill the most deadly woman in the galaxy." the goon said smugly.
"If you are aware of my title then I suggest you walking away now. And your head may still be intact." Gamora threatened with a tone of frustration in her voice both from this foe annoying her and her nagging bladder screaming for it's relief.
The goon attacked Gamora as she avoided the attacks and made some swings and kicks as the goon eventually managed to get the drop on her as he gave her two kicks to the stomach and knocked her to the ground. Gamora slowly rose up from the ground as she heard a hissing noise. Widening her eyes she realised she was leaking a bit. Quickly she clenched her bladder muscles and held in her pee preventing any of it from falling out further.
The goon laughed as he noticed the small patch of urine "The deadliest woman in the galaxy. And yet like a little girl you pi...." the goon didn't finish his insult as he found his head flown clean off by Gamora cutting it off.
Clenching her muscles Gamora relaxed. She didn't fully wet herself. There was still time to empty her bladder somewhere and save herself from any further embarrassment. Looking around and seeing no goons, civillians or signs of her teammates she considered dropping her pants and letting go in the street much to her own displeasure. Often when staying in the wilderness as a child on missions with Nebula and later as she grew older she would squat in the wilderness to pee but she never liked doing it and it was only a resort when she had no bathroom to use. Sighing in defeat she was about to unbuckle her pants and panties and pull them down when she saw the remaining ships of the goons fleeing into the air.
A short time later The towns people were celebrating as Gamora smiled still putting off her need. Her teammates minus Star Lord who was being thanked by the woman who hired them and being paid. He then went off to get the ship.
Drax, Rocket, Groot and Gamora waited for Star Lord. Gamora crossed her legs a bit not caring who noticed as Rocket looked over confused "What's the matter with you? Drax put ants in your boots again."
"No he... Wait he does what?" Gamora asked angered
Drax didn't respond as he blurted out "She has had to urinate since we arrived here yesterday."
"And you held in your piss that long? Why didn't you go when we left?" Rocket asked bewildered
"Tell him." Gamora said to Groot.
"I am Groot." Groot said
"You tried to what?" Rocket asked "Oh dude I told you to stop looking at people on the crapper. Only do it to Quill. He's fine with it. So long as he doesn't notice you."
Soon the ship arrived as Star Lord opened up the ship "Okay guys we're ready..."
Gamora ran past Star Lord without a care as he looked at her confused "Boy she runs fast like a Jaguar."
Gamora ran down the hallway too the bathroom as she shut the door and ran to the toilet which looked like it was practically inviting her to sit on it.
Unbuckling her pants finally she yanked them and her panties down and sat down on the toilet and allowed herself to moan and sigh in relief as she allowed the floogates to finally open. She smiled happily in relief as the stream finally slowed to a trickle. Finishing up she wiped herself as she pulled her pants and pantied back up and flushed the toilet.
Slowly she walked out as she saw nobody was there. Grateful she headed off down another hallway as she prepared to change out of her slightly damp clothes and wash them as Star Lord suddenly appeared from behind a corner.
Startled Gamora felt embarrassed as she suspected he knew about her much needed trip to the bathroom. "I'm sorry for being so demanding. I am a warrior and I couldn't maintain my dignity."
"Hey we all pee and poop. Just be grateful you didn't hold that one in for a day." Star Lord said as Gamora glared at him "Look sometimes it's okay to let people know stuff. Even if it's when you gotta go. And if you gotta go. Then just go."
Gamora smiled "I'll keep that in mind."
Gamora left as Star Lord smiled and headed off down the hallway as she then called out to him "Groot watches you evacuate your bowels."
Star Lord suddenly turned back confused by this comment as he realised what she said and ran off down the hallway cursing the names of Groot and Rocket.
THE END.
Again rushed and nothing special but I hoped you enjoyed it. |
A/N: Someone requested this forever ago, and I was also recently commissioned to do something similar, so here it is.
Forrest likes the sort of social events he has to attend as a prince of Nohr, because they say a lot about the way things have changed for him. There was a time when he was certain that his father would never want him to be a part of this part of his life, when he thought he would always be kept out of the eye of the public. And even if he were to be a part of it, he never thought he would be able to truly do anything as himself.
So the fact that he’s an important part of the stuffy parties his father is forced into attending, and sometimes hosting, and the fact that he doesn’t have to hide anything about himself means a lot to him. He always does his best to make a good impression on everyone, and even though some people still haven’t completely accepted him as he is, his father never asks him to stay home. Forrest knows that he has to be the best he can be, as he is, to prove everyone else wrong.
And no one can deny that he’s charming, and he’s so beautiful that he can light up a room on his own. Those who do accept him all say that he’s the life of the party. Of course, whenever the children of his father’s retainers attend, he’s usually even more the center of attention, since the two of them are always able to draw eyes.
He has to be on his best behavior, especially with the two of them at his side. The eccentricities of his father’s retainers are well-known, so the eccentricities of their daughters are expected. Still, Ophelia and Nina aren’t so bad, and both have insisted on looking after him, determined to be appointed his retainers.
But there is one night when Forrest would rather not be there, and would rather not have eyes on him at all times. Though he’s done everything in his power to keep his predicament from showing on the outside, it’s starting to weigh on his mind more and more. It isn’t the first time he’s found himself in such a predicament, but it’s usually when the evening is coming to a close, not so early on.
But his bladder is certainly uncomfortably full, and the party- if such a dull affair can even be called that- is just barely in full swing. He’s dressed in his best, a dress designed and made just for this evening, and he’s even managed to convince his would-be retainers to wear some of his matching designs. The three of them look adorable together, but it’s hard for him to concentrate on anything but the fact that he can hardly stand still.
Biting his lip, Forrest looks down to avoid making eye contact with anyone in the hopes that no one will come up to talk to him. He just wants to keep a low profile until the night’s over, though it’s difficult with the two girls on either side of him. Every now and then, he catches Nina gawking at some pair of guests, grinning as she watches them converse, and he’s sure she’s making up conversations in her head. Ophelia will start monologuing at the drop of a hat, and Forrest can barely keep up with her topics when he isn’t distracted.
As long as they’re still occupied by their own things, he can keep them from figuring out that he’s getting more and more desperate as time goes on. He doesn’t know why it’s so bad right tonight, but he does know that there’s a chance he won’t make it until the end of the party, though he isn’t sure how he’s going to be able to excuse himself without drawing unwanted attention to himself. However, a throb from his bladder causes him to make a soft noise of discomfort, and he squeezes his thighs together.
“Is something up?” Nina asks. Ophelia turns to look at him as well.
“No, it’s nothing.” He forces a smile, but can’t help squirming under their gazes.
“I don’t know about that,” she replies.
“Yes, there’s definitely something troubling you,” adds Ophelia, and she actually squints at him.
“Really, I’m fine.”
“If there’s something going on, you know you can just say so, right?”
“Could it be that there are dark forces at play? Or perhaps a potential assassination? Just say the word and your loyal retainers will spring into action.”
“Honestly, there’s nothi-” His voice breaks as his bladder throbs, and he cringes, nearly doubling over.
“That doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Nina observes. “Are you feeling sick?”
“I just…” He shifts in place, their gazes putting all the more pressure on him. “It’s nothing I can deal with right now. We just need to enjoy the party.”
“How can we stand idly by when you’re clearly suffering? All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll do what I can to vanquish whatever evil has befallen you!” Ophelia protests.
“It’s not something I want to talk about,” he mumbles.
“I get you,” Nina says, holding up a hand to stop Ophelia from saying anything more. “If you don’t want to tell us what’s up, then that’s your call. Just make sure you tell us if things get serious. We’ll be on our best behavior in the meantime.”
He appreciates her listening to him, but he can’t help but wonder if she’s figured out what’s bothering him. It’s embarrassing, imagining that Nina already knows that he’s struggling against his bladder, and if she’s figured it out, then it’s only a matter of time before Ophelia figures it out as well. He was hoping he could keep it to himself, but now he’s wondering if that was ever a possibility to begin with.
With how bad it’s getting now, he keeps shifting from foot to foot, and whenever anyone comes to speak with him, his voice is strained and it’s a struggle to stand stiff and proper. Time passes so slowly, and his situation only gets worse and worse, his bladder feeling fuller and fuller. It aches so terribly that he can hardly breathe, and it’s nearly impossible to force a smile and make conversation with the guests.
It’s absolutely torture, trying to endure this, but he doesn’t want to mess this up. Things have finally been going well for him, and he just wants to do his part. He can’t take much more of this, and he lets out a soft, pained whimper, not realizing that it’s audible to the girls.
“We absolutely can’t ignore this anymore,” Ophelia says. “You’re sick or in pain, or...or…” It’s so obvious now that she already knows what the problem is, and he feels himself blushing at her words.
“Forrest, look, I’m not gonna say anything else, but if you want to leave, we can get you out of here. No one will question it too much, if we’re escorting you out like you’ve got somewhere important to be,” adds Nina.
Squirming under their gazes, he considers denying it further, but he isn’t going to last much longer like this and he knows it.
“Alright,” he says softly, “we can...go somewhere else.”
They take “escorting” him a little far, each grabbing one of his arms and guiding him out like they're on a mission, but, surprisingly, they prove to be right. Nobody questions it, and a few even give him polite waves. It's good that he isn't being stopped, since he can hardly walk at this point, and every step threatens to be the end of him. The first time he feels a bit spill over, a leak that isn't severe enough to show but is enough to alarm him, he lets out a soft squeak.
“Don't worry,” Ophelia murmurs, her voice so low that only he can hear it, “just a little bit longer.”
Oh, this has to be the most humiliating thing he's ever experienced! By the time they're outside, his legs are trembling and each step he takes is shakier than the last. He just needs to get away from the girls, just needs the tiniest shred of privacy, or else it's going to be too late and-
A hand is between his legs as soon as he feels another spurt escape, without him even thinking to do it. He supposes his body was willing to do whatever it took to stop more from escaping, but when he notices the girls staring at him, not doing a good job of concealing their shock, he drops his hand quickly, his face burning. No matter what happens, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to leave this down, and he has to get away from them, but he finds himself rooted to his spot, unable to move with risking a complete loss of control.
But if he just stands there, then he’ll definitely lose it! There isn’t anything he can do in this situation, and tears begin to spill down his cheeks as he accepts the fact that he is about to wet himself. He goes to speak, his voice cracking as gets out, “Go a- ah!” And that is the end of the line for him.
A burst of liquid escapes, and quickly turns into a steady stream, soaking through his petticoat and even leaking through to the front of his dress, streaming down his leg and staining his stockings.
Forrest quietly sobs as he gives in, the relief feeling so good even though he can’t truly enjoy it like this. He’s ruining his beautiful outfit, that he put so much work into, and he’s humiliating himself in front of two girls who are supposed to look to him as their prince, as someone they can depend on. It’s enough to make him absolutely die of shame.
“Please don’t cry, Forrest.” Ophelia is the first to speak up, and her voice is soft and gentle as she looks at him with pity in her eyes. She’s blushing a bit, but she doesn’t let the embarrassing situation deter her.
“Why shouldn’t I?” he asks. “Just look what I did! Oh, this is just...just awful !”
“It could be a lot worse,” says Nina, who seems to be blushing even more furiously than Ophelia. “I mean, it’s just us out here, right?”
“Yes, but...but it shouldn’t have happened at all! It doesn’t matter who saw me, it...I shouldn’t have…”
“But it happens sometimes,” she argues. “Neither of us is going to say anything, are we?”
“I will take this secret to the grave and beyond!” Ophelia agrees.
“Still, you must think so much less of me…” he says softly.
“Don’t be silly.” Ophelia shakes her head. “There’s nothing that could make me think less of you, Forrest. So cheer up!”
“That’s right. You’re not just our prince, you’re our friend too, and that’s what friends are for,” says Nina. “Listen to what Ophelia says, and cheer up, alright?”
“Thank you,” he says, not quite feeling better, but well on his way to it. He knows that he won’t feel completely better until he’s clean and until he’s made sure that his dress is salvageable, but at least he has nothing to worry about where the two of them are concerned.
“Come on, let’s get you back to your room.”
“That’s right!” says Ophelia, tugging on his arm. “We’ll use the cover of night to conceal you, and it’ll be like nothing ever happened!”
And so he follows the two of them, and Ophelia goes on about some friendship ritual that’s sure to lift his spirits, which he’s sure she made up on the spot. Nina actually accuses her of that, and the two bicker a bit, but they’re both smiling, and he is too, as he watches them. Tonight has been an experience, to say the least, but he feels so much better knowing that he has them to protect him, in every form that that protection may take. |
Ms. Landers was 30-year-old history teacher. She had dark hair, nice breasts, good-sized hips, and was wearing light-colored pants that day with a white shirt. Unfortunate for her, many of her male students suffered from OOD (omorashi-obsessive-disorder) lol.
Ms. Landers was writing on the board, ten minutes from class being over, when all the sudden, she felt a twitch in her bladder. That twitch then became a sudden urge of bladder pain beating inside of her saying, "Bathroom time! I need to exit! Find a toilet please!" Those last ten minutes were the longest of Landers' life. Sadly, as she sat, feet up at her desk, crossed, some of the male students were extremely turned on. She felt the pressure inside building up and then the bell rung. She got up, grabbed her bag, keys (one of which was for the private teacher's lavatory) but placed them down when Kevin, a student came up.
"Hey, Ms. Landers, I had a question about the assignment for tonight..." he said with a smirk. Her leg went back and started to shake from the growing desperation. "It's on this chapter on Washington..."
Landers tried to focus. She said, "Well, basically the assignment is about how to put on a good government." Another student, Greg, was close by shaking his water bottle back and forth. Landers looked away in agony. She could feel she needed a toilet, now! "Um, Kevin, is that it, because I really have to-."
"Oh sure, Ms. Landers. Thanks." Him and friends walked off, but were not done yet.
Landers locked her classroom up and hurried down the hall crowded with people. They were not moving fast enough. She grew concerned remembering how she lost her first teaching job: she wet her pants in front of the whole class. Parents were angry that a teacher would do something so horrendous. This made her anxiety grow remembering that, and of all the kids laughing at her.
She finally made it to the teacher's ladies room. Lucky for her, she was the only lady teacher on this floor, so it was very likely unoccupied. She looked at the door handle which had a "unoccupied" in the spot where the lock changed the sign. She placed the key in, breathed with relief, turned it and....tried to turn it again....and again, but it would not budge. "What the...?" she said. Landers looked and saw this key was not the bathroom key. Not far behind, the boys from class held the actual bathroom key. While Kevin had asked her questions for schoolwork, another boy sneaked it off her desk and removed the restroom key. Landers kept looking, through her bag, pockets, she was fighting a losing battle with her bladder. Out of frustration she started to bang on the door, wrestled with the handle. This only made it worse, as more of the OOD students saw she was desperate and wanted to part take on the action. Her stomach started to growl from a full bladder taking up space and she ran down the stairs.
Every step was agonizing bumps of added pressure to the poor history teacher's bladder. "Oh boy," she said. "I can't have an accident. I can't pee myself in front of all fellow staff and students. Can't!" One of the students knew where she was headed. He made it to the teacher's lounge before her and occupied the one bathroom in there. Landers ran in, grabbed the bathroom door handle and the sigh of relief made her bladder start to give away thinking she was going to finally go. But, it would not open. "No....No," Landers cried. She knocked on the door and said, "Umm....are you almost done in there? I really, really gotta go." The student remained silent, turning on the sink at full blast and flushing the toilet.
The student said in a ruffled voice, "I had a bad stomach ache. I can't really tell you." The sink and toilet watery sounds made her almost lose control of her orb of pee inside of her. Ms. Landers could not wait! She ran out of the lounge and down the hall to the handicap bathroom. There was no key needed, it locked from inside. She was just about there when Mrs. Alheart, a new teacher, young, hot, ran right past her in tight black pants, and black jacked, brown high heels, and pushed Landers out of the way to the ground. Landers grabbed her crotch, almost losing it. Alheart, before closing the bathroom door, said:
"I'm so sorry!" Alheart started to bounce. "But I've been holding it all day. I can't wai-" she slammed the door and locked. Landers wanted to wait, but could not. She needed a bathroom like yesterday.
She hurried down the hall, legs inwards at the knees, seeing the students, teachers, realizing in great fear she might have an accident in front of everyone again. She could lose everything, her job, friends, respect in the town. Her heart raced, and she reached one of the student restrooms. They had multiple stalls, and she went in. All four stalls had a member of the cheerleading squad standing in front. Landers begged, "Um, um girls, excuse me but I really, badly have to," as she rushed in the girls pushed her away one by one.
"We see the way our boyfriends look at you all the time," a cheerleader said. Each one was a girlfriend of the omorashi obsessed teen boys. "This is not so much personal, but punishment. If making you wet yourself gets you tossed out of this school, I'm for it." The other girls nodded in agreement. Landers' heart raced faster.
"What? But girls I...I...." one leg automatically crossed the other. She held herself, hopped in place. "Girls, pleasssse. I just signed a lease on the new apartment for another year. I can't lose this job."
"Too bad," one of the cheerleaders said. Landers almost broke down in tears but started to feel it. Urine was breaking through. Her bladder had reached the max capacity and then some, so it was started to head out whether she liked it or not. She rushed at the stalls again fighting with all her might but the cheerleaders pushed her out. Right before she went back in someone grabbed her from behind.
It was Principal Powers. An old, grumpy man. "Ms. Landers, I have been hearing talks you have been holding inappropriate positions in front of students."
Landers said, "But sire, please I..."
Powers said, "No no no, we need to talk." He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into this office, seating her across his desk.
Ms. Landers was holding herself on her light-colored pants which would clearly show any leaks. She worried about the embarrassment. Her legs crossed waving around over the other. Powers went on to explain, "Now, whether it is from some urge of tendencies or not, you must know that-." Landers could not hear him. Her nerves were making her shake too much, and she felt her whole stomach start to expand. Her mouth was shut tight in a frown. She had to find a toilet, a bathroom, now! Powers said, "Understand, Ms. Landers?" Landers nodded in agreement to nothing she heard. "Good. Then you can go back to your room and rearrange everything. Should take the rest of the day. Do not stop until it is done."
Landers stuttered, "Y-yes, ssssssssir. I just need to go to the bathroom very fast."
"Absolutely not!" Powers said. Landers heart sank. "I asked you if you would forgo any bathroom or lunch trips the rest of the day to finish your room. You agreed."
Landers could not believe it. Her own pain caused her demise. Oh, if only she had tried to focus better. Why is this happening to me? I don't deserve this....why!?!?"
Powers followed her back to her room. This meant climbing up the stairs. She started to cry tears, knowing there was no way she could make it. "S-siirrr. Please. Just thirty seconds. I can't wait, I need the bathroom please." Right then, Mrs. Alheart, who stole the bathroom before, walked by in relief, drying her hands on cloth.
"Ahh," Alheart said calmly. "Hey Ms. Landers. Thank you so much for letting me cut in front of you. It would have been humiliating to wet my pants in front of everyone."
Principal Powers nodded. "Yes, indeed. I can't think of anything more career-crushing and humiliating." Landers looked through the shards of her tears. She felt like she could lose control of the body of yellow water inside of her any moment. Alheart tapped her foot heel, making a clapping sound on the floor. One of the OOD students came by and offered them some sparkling water. He said they were giving it to the teachers as a reward for being awesome.
Principal Powers and Mrs. Alheart smiled. They took their cups as the student slowly poured it. Seeing the water pour, making a splashing sound, made Ms. Landers erupt into uncontrolled pain. She didn't know what to do. She blushed, tears ran down her face, knowing she was going to lose. She thought, I can't believe it is happening again. All I wanted to do was go pee. I'm going to have an accident, and everyone will see it. How could I lose my key, face the occupied restroom, those girls and--wait? Landers realized the boys from class had done all this. She thought she saw her key on one of them while in the halls. She went to her room, saw that the boys had left their backpacks in her class out of excitement to follow her and cause her to become desperate.
An hour later, the boys picked up their backpacks, laughing at a turned around Landers as they walked out. She was smiling......with an empty bladder.....and dry pants. The boys went into the hall and swung their backpacks on and out came splashed of yellow, smelly pee. Students turned around and gasped. They assumed the boys peed themselves. They all pointed and laughed at them and Powers who walked by Landers room to tell her it looked great, saw the boys.
"Dear sweet lord. You boys are coming with me. I want you after school, every day, for the next month. I'm going to teach you to learn how to control your bladders." he pulled the cruel boys away in defeat.
Ms. Landers had won the war.
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Landers did not forget about Alheart. After she went in the backpacks, Landers placed strong glue meant to fix walls on Alheart's seat. She also cut up a few of her laxatives and mixed it in Alheart's coffee mug. When the final bell rung, Alheart's class left. Her belly then grumbled. It was pain of expansion, and she felt her butt opening up. Her bladder had also become full.
Alheart got up but couldn't. She was glued to her chair. Her heart sank and she said, "Oh.......no." She could not even cross her legs due to the glue. She grabbed her crotch and bit her lip. She did not have much time. It was coming out. She tried pulling herself up using the computer. She tried swinging herself off by force. Nothing worked. Her stomach growled even louder. So loud students and teachers looked in her room.
Alheart was humiliated. She put on a fake smile and said, "Oh.....h-hey everyone I-." An eruption of hot force filled her stomach. Her toes curled up on those high heels, tears rained from her eyes. She could not believe what was about to happen. Her phone rang. A familiar voice said over it: "Hey Alheart, revenge is either sweet or stinky like what you're about to do. There's glue remover under your desk.....if you can reach it in time." The voice hung up.
Alheart looked underneath her desk. There it was: glue remover. She bent down which was agonizing as it only pushed on her waste, she reached out desperate to save herself. She was crying so hard. "Oh come on, please please! I can't soil myself." Poor Mrs. Alheart reached as far as she could but it did not work. She thought and envisioned people making fun of her, her next job finding out about her accident. What if kids recorded it? I can't pee or poop myself. I can't! She used her leg to kick it over. Then used her feet to grab and throw the bottle up. All this made the pressure inside 100x worse. She could feel the beast slipping through the cracks. She used the glue remover on her butt and it worked. Alheart was free.
She dashed into the hall. "I'm gonna make it! I'm gonna make it. Yes!" Then, Landers came around the corner and opened the bathroom door, smiling. Alheart's throat dropped into itself. She fell into despair. Landers occupied the bathroom. Alheart fought the handle but it was too late. "No No No NO!" People watched, some in horror as the hot teacher had waste of all kinds leaking out from her waist, pants zipper, and heels. She cried so hard and covered her mouth and many laughed. "Oh my god....O....I......can't believe it." It was a mixture of brown and yellow, her belly deflated, she felt it.
"Look, Mrs. Alheart is going in her pants!" many students laughed. Alhearts worst fear had come true. She really thought she had made it. But she didn't. She saw Landers behind her.
Landers said, "You're turn."
Alheart, crying so hard, said, "Wh-why? It's not fair."
Landers remembered why she got fired from her last job. "Life is never fair." Alheart could see all the people circling her, laughing at her unfortunate event. She was so embarrassed.
She ran away, waste still falling.
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"Ahh," Alheart said calmly. "Hey Ms. Landers. Thank you so much for letting me cut in front of you. It would have been humiliating to wet my pants in front of everyone."
Principal Powers nodded. "Yes, indeed. I can't think of anything more career-crushing and humiliating." Landers looked through the shards of her tears. She felt like she could lose control of the body of yellow water inside of her any moment. Alheart tapped her foot heel, making a clapping sound on the floor. One of the OOD students came by and offered them some sparkling water. He said they were giving it to the teachers as a reward for being awesome.
Principal Powers and Mrs. Alheart smiled. They took their cups as the student slowly poured it. Seeing the water pour, making a splashing sound, made Ms. Landers erupt into uncontrolled pain. She didn't know what to do. She blushed, tears ran down her face, knowing she was going to lose. She thought, I can't believe it is happening again. All I wanted to do was go pee. I'm going to have an accident, and everyone will see it! Landers' legs were twisted. The student held a cup in front of Ms. Landers as well asking if she wanted. She shook her head very hard. But the student poured it slowly right in front of her face. She watched in horror as some drops even splashed her face. She felt her bladder moving around inside.
Landers ran. Legs tight together, but ran. She had to make it to the bathroom, she just had to. She was not watching, and one of the OOD students spilled his water on purpose so she slipped. He caught Landers, but it caused her legs to spread and scared her. Her panties were hit, and people stared as her pants had a stain that went from small to huge in seconds. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Ms. Landers yelled. It spread out through under near her shoes. Pee even got on her shirt. She stunk and was soaked. No one deserved an accident this embarrassing.
One of the boys said, "Dang, maybe we made her wait too long." Ms. Landers cried as it just kept coming out. Many of the girls ran away, the cheerleaders stood by nodding in victory.
Principal Powers came by and looked outraged. "Ms. Landers! I can't believe this!"
Landers cried and begged, "But sir......I......please, I-."
"YOU'RE FIRED!!! And I'll make sure this incident stays on your record for any future interviews you may have." Landers could not believe her ears. She was still raining from her pants. She lost everything. People left as she fell to her knees in her own pee. Hands on face, crying in defeat.
Edited May 3, 2017 by Rick Dixon
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Jodie was in her mid-twenties, brown tied-back hair, and was not very skinny, nor obese. She was a good size. Legs and hips big enough that they could not perfectly cross, but nice breasts. She was also very cute. That day she wore tight jeans, black high heels, a tight black shirt. Her big, beautiful eyes looked out into the bar. It was her favorite spot ever. She had her first memories here. Sneaked in for first date, kiss, "activities" and made lots of friends. She celebrated every promotion and new job here. That night the bar was filled. It was up in the hills, away from civilization. She was there with her boyfriend , Jeff. Jodie just closed a huge deal with her firm's biggest client ever. Her coworkers and boss Fred took her out.
Jodie had spent two hours playing beer pong, and losing very badly. While she chugged down over a dozen half-filled solo cups of beer, she finished off her water bottle. She said to her peers, "Guys, I really needed this, thank you. Thank you too Fred." She then kissed Jeff. "And of course my favorite guy."
Fred said, "Jodie, you deserved it. Tonight is your night. We haven't won a deal this big and bloated in a long time." Hearing 'bloated' made Jodie feel a twitch from her thoughts . . . in her bladder. Fred continued, "Jodie, you washed away the competition like a rain storm." Jodie's leg moved forward and back. Her stomach made a growl as a signal. Jodie felt discomfort in her bladder. Her lower belly had a warm pressure in it. She knew her bladder was full. Fred's talk was reminding her and making it worse.
Jodie said, "Um, Fred-."
"Let me finish Jodie. Our firm is a wave of power now. An ocean." Jodie had a worried expression on her face. Her legs became more restless. She had to get away from Fred. She and Jeff went to a pool table where others were at a game.
"Hey fellas," she greeted the guys. They all said hi back. Complimenting Jodie on her big win at work. As they played, a waitress came by and asked if anyone wanted a refill of their beers. A couple did, and she started to pour above their glasses. A stream leaked down into their cups, splashing. Jodie's bladder felt like it was moving inside of her.
"Babe, you alright?" asked Jeff, noticing her discomfort.
"I think my drinks are finally catching up with me."
"Bathroom is over there."
"Nah. I can wait." Jodie was not a fan of public restrooms. She did not have shy bladder or anything. She just hated germs. She liked being clean, not covered in any filth at all. As the games went on, Jodie's awesome butt, round and covered in the tight blue of her jeans showed her cheeks going back and forth. During that time of watching their game, she had another beer with the guys. Desperate. That is what would describe her. Jodie really had to go. "Eeeee," she said. Croaking from the building bladder pressure. Jodie walked off towards the bathrooms. She went in the ladies room. No lines. Three stalls, only one occupied. She was about to go in but did not like the slight smell of dried alcohol-fused urine. Classic bar bathroom smell. She left the bathroom, bladder fully loaded.
She took Jeff to the dance floor in front of the band playing. They jumped up and down, all around to the beats of the hard rock. She could not notice her full bladder. Until the band took a break. Then, the boiling pressure hit her in the bottom of the belly, in between the legs like a baseball had hit her there. Jodie was desperate to pee. She had to go. Now!
Jodie sucked it up and went for the bathroom. Right as she opened the door, Fred grabbed her from behind. She even saw a free stall just as she was heading in. "Jodie!" he said. "I gotta do a toast for you before I leave. Come on."
"Umm," Jodie said, worried. Sweat started to form on her forehead. She hopped a little in place. "Fred, I just really have to-."
"Oh, if you need to go first, go right ahead." Jodie was about to go to the bathroom, finally, but did not want to be rude. Fred was a good boss. She thought, I really gotta go. Never drank this much in a bar. Crap!
"Let's go for that toast," she said in dread. Fred smiled and walked them over . . . away from Jodie's relief. Her much needed relief.
Fred held up a glass as the bartender poured, like a stream, lite, golden champagne into people's glasses. Jodie could not drink anymore. She was not drunk, but desperate to pee. Seeing the pouring of the golden liquid made her bounce. She tried to control it from the embarrassment of people knowing she had to go. She crossed her tight, high heeled leg over the other. Turning a couple of the guy's on. Fred forced a bigger glass than the others into her hand.
"Oh, no thank you Fred. I couldn't drink another-."
"Nonsense!" he said, pouring it in. Jodie's big eyes stared in torment. Utter agony as she saw and heard the splashing around in her glass. She wanted to leak like the bottle was. She had at least two chances. She felt like she was losing control and bit her lip, looking away. She could not drink this. "WE have never made a bigger splash in success than we did when Jodie joined the team. We drowned the competition like rain filling up the battlefield. Filling, and filling," Jodie felt it. SHE FELT IT. Oh no! Everyone I know is here. It's my night. I've never had an accident, I'll die of embarrassment.. She swore under her breath at herself. She wore her tightest jeans tonight. They were lite blue, so if she peed herself it would show. She almost felt sick as her gut expanded, jeans pushing on her bladder forcing pee to head out. She held her legs tight. Fred finished his speech, and they all lifted their glasses and drank. Jodie could not do it. She tried putting it down but Fred insisted. "Come on Jodie, you're the champ. Drink." Everyone chanted. "Drink! Drink! Drink!" Hearing those words made her bladder agony worse. This was going to end her. She had to dash for the bathroom after and prayed it was available. She closed her eyes, almost crying due to the fear of wetting herself in front of everyone, and drank the champagne. She drank and drank, and it rushed through her, hitting her bladder, but unable to fully get it since she was past her limit.
"Excuse me Fred," she said. Uncrossing her legs so she could walk, but keeping tight together. Fred held her in place. "Please, God-."
"Jodie, you got to say some words, come on." Jodie bit her lip. She was scared, in a pain of bladder urgency. She looked at the bathroom. No line. She could still make it.
"Ok, um, it was really nothing. I-I-- jjust, focused on the files and-." her bladder pounced with pain. It was a huge shot that almost made her lose it. "I . . . .owe it all to Fred. Best boss and mentor ever!" She hugged her boss and people clapped. "Everyone let's party on!" They did. She was free. Jodie's heart sparkled. She ran to the bathroom and, "Damn!" A line was outside the door. Jodie had a tear fall from her eye. What bad luck, blaming herself for not taking chances before. She could have gone. Douhhhhh! Why didn't I just go before!!? I can't have an accident!" She went in line. She was the most antsy person in it. Dancing with her legs going up and down, arms crossed across her chest. She was finally in the bathroom. No one was behind her. People were enjoying the band again.
"Thank god, I'm gonna make it," she whispered to herself. Relieved, but only slightly. She was still desperate as all hell. One of the stalls now had an OUT OF ORDER sign on it. A girl came out of a stall, leaving the restroom, not washing her hands. "Ew," Jodie said. She saw the toilet, and it caused her bladder to automatically started letting go. She hurried in, but a girl ran past her, going into the stall. Jodie stopped her. "No no no, I'm about to burst." The girl was crying. A guy then walked in and grabbed Jodie by the shoulders.
"I'm sorry, my girlfriend and I are...we need to talk. Give us a minute?" the guy said.
Jodie placed her hands on her crotch. She started bouncing, very fast. "No way! I've been dying all night to pee!" But the guy didn't care. He pushed Jodie out.
"She thinks I'm a cheater, use the men's room. We'll be done quick." He pushed Jodie out and shut the door. Jodie pushed at it, but it wouldn't open. She pushed hard, she had to get in there NOW! But he locked it from the inside. Jodie looked towards the men's room. Line, of course.
Jodie put her hands in her tight jeans pockets. Legs tight,moving around as she bounced. She had an expression of absolute fear and nervous on her. How was she going to make it. She felt the pee just above the exit righ to her panties and letting everyone see stained jeans. Gotta go, gotta go! Hold it Hold it Hold it! The very thought of her coworkers and others at her favoirte place seeing her fill her jeans with made her have so much anxiety. "Ahhhh, oooooooo, eeeeeee!" She knocked hard on the door. "You done yet?" The girl who had been in the other stall opened the door. Of course! It was Jodie's miracle of relief. Jodie darted in but the guy pushed her out again. She stomped her foot on the ground, making a clapping sound with the heel. She mumbled, "Ggggaaaaaageeheeh!" She had to get out of here. She left through the bar's doors and went to her car........her heart sank at the sight, and she stopped breathing. "N-no."
Some jerk had parked his huge truck in back of her car, making it boxed in on all sides. She was trapped. The only way to escape flooded panties, soaked jeans, and a lifetime of embarrassment in front of everyone she knew was the bar's bathroom. She stormed back inside. The ladies bathroom was open and no line! She ran as fast she could in those heels. Just then, a female bartender came out and locked the door. She placed a sign on it that almost shocked the pee out of Jodie: OUT OF ORDER. There was one on the men's room too.
Jodie asked the bartender. "W-w-what the hell happened to the b-bathroom?" Her legs we inwards at the knees. Her hands in her pockets, bouncing. Her whole body was tense, hot, and pressure formed from an even worse force of bloated pain in the bladder. RED ALERT! EMERGENCY! Her nice purple panties with a butterfly picture on the crotch. They would not survive watery pee blast of this proportion.
"Sorry miss," the bartender said. "The sewage system in our hills gets clogged sometimes. Roots always grow into them, and guess boss didn't keep up with having it taken care of."
Jodie asked, "W-well when will the toilets me working again?"
"You kidding? Our pipes are toast. Mud literally is in the toilets from the backup. I'll tell you, I'm glad it happened after the last people went. No one has to go through any torture or anything, you feel?"
Jodie only felt terrified, hopeless, and agony. She grabbed her crotch and legs turned in tight. She crossed them. Her bladder had become so full after hours of drinking and letting her tank fill WAY past max then she felt her arm touching her belly which expanded out , over her jean's waist and belt. Jodie was sweating like crazy. Eyes watery. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.
Jeff came up from behind her and spooked her. She almost lost it. She almost ALMOST had a few drops fall out. She was using every last ounce of muscle. "Hey babe." He said. "You alright?"
"Jeff, I never got to go! I have to pee worst than ever in my whole life, seriously. I don't know what to do, the bathrooms are locked down."
"Why didn't you go before?"
"I tried but I didn't like the smell, then I tried again but some jerk tossed me out, now this! I-." Her bladder started rupturing inside. It was about to burst. She had minutes...maybe seconds. She could feel HER PIPES leaking HER plumbing in her body overclogged.
"I'll cover you. Let's go in the woods. You can pee there, I won't look. You'll be fine."
Jodie hated the thought of that. But what choice did she have? She was going to pop and humiliate herself. Jodie started to breath heavy and headed out with one legs crossing in front of the other.
"You shrewd!" one girl screamed. She was yelling at her boyfriend, the one who locked Jodie out the bathroom. "You're a cheater, a liar,"she said yelling and walking away.
"Babe come on!" the boyfriend said.
The girl saw Jodie and grabbed her, pulling her over. Jodie reached out to Jeff as a cry for survival. "She heard you too. She knows your scum. Tell him girl! Hey everyone! LEt us girls tell you how this scum of a guy is." Why was this happening to Jodie.
Oh no oh no oh no!!!! Jeff watched Jodie in horror. She was crying, a stain started to form on the back center of her butt. Her walls keeping the flood in had come down. Jodie's legs burst open from the pressure of her bladder popping, causing a spasm in her whole body. "NO, NO...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" That's the scream as the pee in Jodie burst out. Her front and back had stains crawling everywhere. Her jeans becoming so damp. The spasm caused her jean's button to pop off and cause a faster release. Her bladder kept pouring and pouring. It would not stop.
People screamed. "Oh my god!" "What the hell girl!" "Nasty!" "HAHAHAH She's peeing herself!" Some guys watching in erousment. Jodie became so red. Tears rolled down her face,the bottom of her shirt covered with pee that splashed up. It leaked under her heels and all over them, her feet stained and smelley of pee. Jodie was humiliated. She could have made it hours ago and she knew it. She could have gone but she would not suck it up, and it cost her her reputation at this bar. Coworkers saw too. How would she face them Monday?
"I.....I......" Jodie was crying. She covered her face with her hands and ran off. Out the bar. Down the hill, leaving her car behind.She never returned to the bar.
The end. |
My fantasy scenario
The perfect scenario in my eyes would go like this.....
One of my girlfriends and I would be going on a girl's getaway weekend. We decide to stay somewhat close to home. We pick a nearby city..One that's very busy, fun and only two hours away. Since we are so close to home, I suggest we just get a cab so we can enjoy a few drinks on the way. Of course... I already have a plan in mind. I bring along a bottle of tequila, margarita mix and two large cups. For our first cocktail, I prepared the both of us a very stiff one. Soon we were sipping our drinks and chatting away. Our conversation started off with each of us sharing different memories of our younger years. As our stories poured out, so did our drinks. Before we knew it, the both of us were feeling quite tipsy and had to pee. As our urge to pee grew, both of us started to feel aroused. Soon our innocent stories began to get ornery. As we reminisced about all of our stories and experiences, the drinks kept flowing. Don't worry.... I know what I am doing. The best part is about to happen.... I know that we have about an 35 minutes left in our drive. Now's the time to turn it up. Little does she know, I have my husband already up at the hotel. He has no clue what's about to happen. He thinks I am coming alone. The two of them are going to be quite surprised. See... its his Birthday weekend, and I have wanted to fill one of his fantasies for a long time now. So a couple of weeks ago, I thought what would be a more perfect time than his Birthday?!! With only 30 minutes left in our drive, I made us another drink, this one especially stiff. I decided it was now time to make my next move, since we were both laughing, giggling, bouncing around and talking about how much we had to pee. Luckily... I knew exactly how full she was, and exactly what sensations she was feeling. Believe you, me... I am going to take full advantage of this situation!! With the very next words that came out of her mouth... I begin to giggle uncontrollably. As I was giggling, I started to bounce and wiggle all around. Then without notice... I grabbed my crotch. I sat there, clenching my pussy tightly, rocking back and forth in my seat. My friend sat there staring at me with great curiosity. I could tell she was very much interested in the situation and she was also extremely turned on by watching me in my desperation. As soon as I caught my breath, I looked over at her and blurted out the words... Wow! I am extremely turned on and horny right now, are you? She sat there silently just staring at me, as if she was in shock... disbelief, confused or in shame of the way she was feeling. At that very moment, I really wanted to talk to her, hold and caress her while explaining to her my fetish. I wanted her to know how much she was turning me on....I wanted her to know how much my husband would be turned on. But above all, I wanted to make her feel comfortable with the situation. After finding out about my husband's fantasy, she actually said "wow!! We should surprise the shit out of him sometime!" I thought to myself... Well that's going to happen sooner than you think. Unfortunately, we were pulling into the hotel parking lot. I suddenly realized that I've ran out of time. In a smidge of a panic, that she would immediately run to the public restroom in the lobby. I loaded her up with our luggage. I let her know that I already checked us in online and I only needed to pick up a key card. Then I convinced her that it would be more of a pain in the ass to set down the luggage and pee in the lobby restrooms. "Don't worry... I know we can hold it and make it to our room I said." Giggling under my breath a little, I secretly sent a quick text message to my husband. It was short and sweet... It read... Be prepared babe, I'm on my way up and I have a big surprise for you... It's one of your fantasies!!! I'm sure he was wondering WTF!! Just as I sent it, her and I were stepping into the elevator. Both of us bouncing and wiggling all around, just trying to hold on. As the elevator doors open, we both start to run towards our room. Just as I start to swipe the room key, my husband opens the door. The expression on my girlfriends face was priceless. She glanced over at me, with a look of somewhat nervous, confused and a bit of excitement. After a brief pause, she softly murmurs out... Wow.. you actually already planned his fantasy night out... Didn't you? I giggled a little as I confessed up. I also explained that I know her wild side and I also know that she is better at spontaneous than planned. And, if I would have told her sooner, she would of gotten nervous or chickened out. She agreed and said " you definitely know me way too much"
Shyly, my husband begin to approach, slowly he leaned in towards the two of us bouncing ladies. I reached out for his hands, pulling them close to our bodies. Gently I place one of hands on my friend Kelly's bulging belly and the other against my bulging belly. We just stand there, letting him enjoy the moment. It wasn't long before he started rubbing and pressing on our very full bladders. After a few minutes, he paused to make us a drink. As he was pouring up our drinks, we decided to surprise him and get naked. Now naked, we climbed up onto the bed. I couldn't fight off the urge I had to touch her. I softly placed my hand on her upper, inner thigh. Very slowly I started caressing her soft skin as I glided up her leg, until finally reaching her smooth pussy lips. I loved the softness, the smoothness, and the wetness of her. Rubbing her all over, finally she felt wet enough for me to slide my fingers inside her trembling pussy. I know exactly how horny and turned on she was feeling at this point. I've been there before. I know that she is definitely flipping between the emotions now. She's feeling desperate, nervous, shy and most of all, extremely horny. I know her pussy is needing... wanting begging for attention. Just then, my husband walks in with our drinks. I pause for a drink, fully knowing that little teaser only intensified her sensations. As she lays there in the bed, her desperation and horniness was very obvious now. Her body trembling as she tries to get a drink. Quickly she gets a drink, then lies back down. Positioning herself flat on her back, legs slightly spread. I straddled above her, watching her squirm and wiggle, occasionally closing her legs trying to hang on. All while grinding on a pillow. Her hips swaying back and forth. I know what she wants... I grab a hold of her knees and spread her legs wide open. Making sure to give my husband a full view, slowly start to run my tongue up her legs until finally reaching her wet pussy. Licking up and down her smooth pussy lips. Just teasing her, trying to push her to the point of bursting. Her body is trembling and shaking out of control... It's time. I go in for the goods... I push my tongue up against her clit, pressing down as tightly as I can. I start to wiggle and roll my tongue all over her vibrating clit. Just when I start to feel her hot liquids trickle out, I know she is about to explode, that's when I stop. Knowing that the bursting is my husband's favorite part of his biggest fantasy, I look over at him and motion for him to join us. Oh boy... This is going to throw him over the edge. His facial expression was priceless. His level of excitement couldn't be hidden.
As he walked towards the bed, I set up our position. I layed down on my back on the edge of the table. I had Kelly stand in front of me. Once my husband was close, I moved her close to me. Reaching out to her, putting my hand on the back of her head, then pulled her face up to mine. I started kissing her, while our bare breasts rubbed together. After the kiss, I whispered in her ear.... Please bend over and eat my pussy. As she gets in place and starts licking my pussy lips, and sucking on my clit, I lift up her head, and ask her "how would you like to have a nice stiff cock sliding into that wet pussy?" Her face lit up...She was extremely excited. This was just what she was wanting and needing. Without any hesitation, my husband moved up behind her. Forcefully grabbed a hold of her hips, slowly pulled her trembling body up against him. Slowly he slid his cock inside her wet pussy. Immediately she started to moan...The deeper he sank his manhood into her, the louder her moaning became. I sat there watching their every move, their every expression. Watching my husband with his cock fully thrusted inside her, I watched as her whole body begin to shake and quiver. Suddenly i seen her back begin to arch upwards, a sure sign that it wasn't going to be long. It was only a matter of minutes, maybe even seconds before she was going to lose control. Just then, she looked over at me, looking quite nervous, anxious and a bit embarrassed. Then uncontrollably she lets out a large sigh, followed by a long moan. Her body stiffins up, as she gives her every last efforts to hang on. Realizing that she wasn't going to be able to hold on, her expression quickly turned into panic. My husband and I noticeing her despair, we instantly caress her body with comforting strokes. Giving her reassureance and the courage to let herself go. Explaining to her that the both of us were extremely turned on by this exact situation. And as a matter of fact, this is one of our biggest fantasies. After a few minutes, we finally convinced her that it was more than ok. Still a bit nervous, she agreed to just give it a try. I had my husband lay down on his back. I reached out for her hands, and gently led her to him. I spread her legs, guided her up his body. Slowly positioning her in cowgirl style above his stiff, thick, throbbing cock. Holding onto her as she panted with great anticipation. Her whole body quivered with excitement. Just before I'm ready to guide her down onto him, I moisten my fingers in my already trickling pussy juices. Once they are nice and wet, I slide them up and down her smooth pussy lips and across her swollen clit for just a few minutes. intentionally teasing her, pushing her almost to her limit. When I know she is about to lose control, I press my body against hers. Place my hands on her hips and gently guide his cock inside her wet pussy. Very slowly , his cock slid deeper and deeper into her. She moaned and squealed louder and louder with every little bit more of cock she received. Grasping tightly onto his arms in somewhat of a nervous panic. Begging us to stop for a second, exclaiming how she was scared and a bit embarrassed that she was about to explode all over my husband. Again... We reassured her, and this time I even described to her how intense and amazing the orgasm she was about to have was going to be. After hearing about that, she started to lose control, at first... Losing little trickles, spurting small squirts of hot liquid running down my husband's shaft and balls. As he started to feel the warmth of her juices, he also began to moan with pleasure. Watching and hearing them moan with such great pleasure, totally threw me over my limit. I couldn't wait any longer. I straddled over him too. I crouched down on his lower adomen, facing her, pressed my nude body against hers. We engaged in a very wet seductive kiss. It was time.... I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close pressing our bodies tightly together. Making sure that I am putting extreme pressure on our very full protruding bellys. I felt her body tremble and stiffin up, just as he was thrusting upwards, driving his cock deeper inside of that wet warm pussy, I squeezed onto her even more tightly and pushed her body downwards... Forcing her to take all of his manhood. More than she planned on, more than she was prepared for. With that last deep thrust, she let out a loud squeal. Her back arched, she grabbed ahold of me as tight as she could as she yelled out.." oh my God!! Oh God!! I'm going to cum so hard!! Oh my God... I've never cum this hard!!" She took a deep breath, started to exhale.. before she could get the whole breath out, she lost it.. her hot liquids pouring out, drenching myself and my husband. Feeling all her hot liquids pouring over me made me lose control also. Suddenly, her and I were both screaming and squealing out loud with immense pleasure. As both of our hot pussy juices ran down and all over my husbands body, covering him from his chest to his lower adomen. Soon after our liquids started flowing over his manhood, he lost his mind. He reached out, and clutched a hold of my hips. Grasping tightly, back arched.... He let out a loud moan of great pleasure and relief. That was our first time doing this, but we are thinking about doing it again soon. |
I rub my thighs together and feel the friction of nylon on nylon. If we were in my bedroom you could hear the rasp of that motion, but not here. Here the air is loud with industry. Girls picking up receivers and asking "what's your number?", switches switched and plugs plugged, the distant clatter of Telex machines and the constant jangling, tingling, ringing of phones. Cacophonous. I love that word. Ca-co-phon-ous. It's like tripping down the stairs.
I need the loo. Which isn't a surprise. I drank two cups of tea with sugar at my afternoon break and didn't relieve myself even though I already needed to go rather badly.
I didn't forget. Though I'll certainly tell people that I did. Everyone except you. You get the truth. Maybe you might even understand. Maybe. I hope you do.
There is still almost an hour left in my shift and I don't think I can wait that long. I hope I can't. I've long wanted to have an accident, for as long as I can remember. To Wet. My. Pants. Even the words sound... subversive. Kinky. Naughty. I feel it in my bones. That desire, that need, that hunger. I'm sure that sounds ridiculous to you. Of course it does. It sounds ridiculous to me. Yet still it calls me.
So why haven't I? I'm twenty years old, it's not like I haven't had the opportunity. It's not like I haven't tried. But it's just never worked out for me. Maybe I have a strong bladder. Maybe I've just been unlucky. But whenever I'm absolutely desperate for a wee a toilet just seems to miraculously appear. Every time. And you can't wet your pants unless you couldn't help it. It's "the rules".
Except this time. This time it's going to happen. To me. I'm tingling with anticipation. I'm going to have an accident. I'm going to Wet. My. Pants. Are you turned on? I really hope so, because I'm making an absolutely tit of myself if this doesn't do anything for you.
The supervisors are not unreasonable for the most part. If one of us needs the loo we just raise one of our hands and wait for permission to leave our station. But sometimes if you ask at the wrong time they say no. And if you really need to go that can be crucial. Last week Irene wet the the floor ten minutes before shift change. None of the girls dared make fun of her, they all knew if could just as easily have been them. Today it will be me.
Mrs Ramage is the switchboard supervisor today. She's not well suited to the position. She gets stressed easily, and when she gets stressed she gets mean. None of the other supervisors deny bathroom visits nearly as often Mrs Ramage. I've counted. I chose my day with care and precision.
"What's your number? Hold please. Connecting you now." I have a script. I can recite it without thought. Pick up the phone. Plug the ringing cord into the correct jack. It's a vaguely sexual procedure isn't it? Is that just me as well?
If I intended to make it to a toilet I would raise my hand now. But I don't, so I don't. I'll wait till the last minute.
There isn't room to cross my legs beneath my switchboard. Heaven help me if I were a chunkier girl. But this is good. Leg crossing helps me hold on, and I wouldn't be able to justify not doing it if I possibly could. So instead I just sit at my board and do my job. God, I need a wee so badly. Do you mind me talking about this? You should probably stop reading if you do. I can talk to myself. It's OK.
The switchboard two machines down from me is malfunctioning. They do that often enough. Mrs Ramage is yelling at Alva for doing something wrong and breaking it. Maybe she did, but probably it just broke on its own. They do that. I raise my hand, now is the perfect time to ask permission to take a break.
Obviously she tells me no. I couldn't be happier. When I wet my clothes no one will blame me, it'll be nothing but sympathetic pats on the arm. And it'll be real. Almost real. Realesque. Close enough for horseshoes.
I'm biting my lip as I work. The pain is distracting from my other pain. I feel it where the waistband of my skirt presses against my bladder. Light grey. I want it to show. I feel the pressure between my legs. A constant surging, throbbing pain. I want to feel you between my legs. I want to score my fingernails down your back. I want to bite your neck. I want you inside me.
Irene's skirt was black the day she wet herself. You couldn't even tell if you hadn't seen the puddle beneath her chair. She looks over at me now and catches my eye. She mouths words of encouragement. I wonder if she really, really wants me to hold out or not. If I were to have an accident as well it would justify her failure.
I shouldn't ascribe bad faith to her. She'll want me to avoid the embarrassment she felt. The hot, wet, dripping embarrassment. I'm jealous for a moment. I want to be her. I want the memory of hot wee running, pouring, gushing, out of me and into my clothes. I want the memory of people looking at me in shock and sympathy. I want to know the feeling of my soaking skirt slapping against my thighs as I walk to the loo in tears to freshen up.
As always I'm tempted to simply let go, to let it happen. But then it wouldn't be an accident would it? And it has to be. It just does. The rules. Rules matter. So instead I just concentrate on my work.
"What's your number? Hold please. Connecting you now." Time gets away from me.
And then it happens.
The end of my shift. I connect my last call of the day and hobble out of the exchange room.
I wish I could tell you that the loo was further away, in a different building, across the yard maybe. That I wet myself halfway there. I broke-down into a sudden puddle amidst the scorching asphalt. I wish I could say that the other girls had taken all of the available stalls, leaving me waiting politely in a queue. Looking with longing at a toilet door until I burst and soaked myself all over the lavatory floor just meters and moments from the toilet.
But it isn't, and I can't. It's the first door on the right. I think the others are making sure a stall is available for me. I could just let go on purpose. But the rules. I can't do that. I'm so sorry.
I wee in the toilet like a good girl. Like always.
Are you disappointed? I am as well. But there is always a next time. Next time it'll happen for sure. |
In this story I put a desperation pee and a fear wetting in it. I really hope it's good, I kind of got lost near the end and had to make a lot of revisions. Enjoy
Tess was aboard the most magnifigant starship in the galaxy, the Coriphite. It was compact, but fast. It could hold only three people: Tess, Geneva, and Daniel. They'd been sent on this aircraft to investigate a strange distress call from an unknown ship.
Daniel was the pilot, Geneva the engineer, and Tess the soldier (in case there was trouble).
They were already three days into their voyage.
"What do you think happened to them?" asked Daniel through the intercom in the cockpit. "I don't know, I'm just here to fix their ship once we get there," answered Geneva from outside the ship. "Jeez, this panel is really busted. What did you say hit it?"
"Some random space debris. I swear I didn't see it."
"Mmhm," said Tess, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere behind Daniel. "Just like you swore you weren't watching me change this morning through the crack in the door."
Daniel turned bright red in the face. "I wasn't! Honest to god!" Although in his mind, he was picturing the pale, beautiful body he'd witnessed in the nude just a few hours before.
"Just keep driving, pervy!" Geneva teased. Daniel got even redder.
"I'm going to the bathroom," said Tess, "if I see you looking under the door I'll blow your head off." She smirked as she walked away. Daniel was grateful, because his boner that took long enough to get rid of this morning was back yet again.
Tess evered the restroom. This wasn't a normal toilet, though. Here, you had to press a button and it would rise from the ground. It helped get rid of odors and no one had to clean it. Tess tapped the button, but was greeted with nothing but a small click. She pressed it twice more, harder this time, but it was obvious that it was broken. She'd have to tell Geneva.
She looked in the mirror and fixed her white-blond hair, which embarrassingly stuck out to the side. Although she isn't one for vanity, she certainly would have spent more time on it if it weren't for the dull ache in her bladder.
In her room is an intercom where she can speak to the others.
"Geneva, are you busy? The toilet won't open up."
"Sorry, Tess, but the debris hit this thing pretty hard. I'm gonna have to be up here for a while."
Tess made an inward groan. "Alright, thanks."
They reached their destination after about three hours. Geneva was still outside of the ship and Tess was still out of luck. She often moved her hips aroundand did a slight dance in place, but this only went on for a few seconds. To anyone around her, it would appear she had a bladder of steel (and she does, for the most part), but on the inside she was hoping for the toilet to be fixed soon so she can release the liquid pent up inside her.
"We're almost there, you guys. Just another hour," said Daniel. Geneva was still outside of the ship. "That might be about how long this will take, too." She groaned. "I'm really tired."
"Hold in there," Daniel told Geneva, but it applied to Tess as well. She was about a 6 out of 10, even if she didn't show it.
An hour passed. Tess's condition only got worse. She was working out for a short time, but it only made her situation worse. The dull ache in her bladder was contracting more and more often, each time more intense. She couldn't help but move her feet around most of the time. Occasionally, she would put her hand on her crotch (something she would NEVER do in front of someone) and squeeze. It did help a lot to relieve the pressure.
Tess heard the side doors of the ship open, and Geneva came walking in. She took off her helmet, exposing her black, curly hair around her caramel brown face. (Tess always hated straightened hair, but hers would never curl, so she cut it short.) Tess shifted her weight as discreetly as she could now that she could be observed by someone else. "Hey, did you finish?" Tess asked.
"Yeah, and just in time. We'll be at the ship any moment now. Once we get back, I'll get started on the bathroom right away. I really need to pee," she laughed. Geneva was a bit more open about things than Tess, who just laughed and pushed her legs together.
Tess was back in her room when the ship landed. The jolt added extra pressure to her bladder, and she winced. She felt her belly with her fingers. A small yet firm bulge of urine could be detected. She shifted her weight on her buttcheeks and rubbed her crotch before getting up and putting on her suit to go out on the ship.
. . .
They were all suited upand were ready to leave onto the ship. It looked completely deserted. No lights or engines were on.
"Hey-- just to make sure..." Tess embarassingly asked, "can we use the bathroom in these suits?"
"Haha, no. I wish, though... Oh that's right! You have to pee! Are you going to be alright? You've been holding it for a long time."
Tess's cheeks turned red, and she fought the urge to move when another wave hit. "I'm fine. Not too bad."
When they entered the ship, it seemed like it was completely deserted. "We should split up to see if we can find someone. This could have just been an engine malfunction," said Geneva. "I'll go this way."
Tess walked alone down the corridor. The ship was way bigger than the Coriphite. When she shouted for any survivors, it echoed through the place. She moved her hand to her crotch and pushed with the tips of her fingers. It was an ache, but she didn't know when she would be able to still do that.
Suddenly, while she was walking, the biggest wave yet hit. She bent her knees, shoved her hand into her crotch, and accidentally let out a small spurt. Her bladder was giving in, and she had to fight it. She rubbed her clit hard to keep it in, then kept walking.
More waves like these kept happening. Her bladder would contract, and urine would squirt into her panties. You wouldn't be able to see it on her pants, but she could certainly feel it on her skin. She was doing a constant dance, where she kept doing a one-legged march.
She passed a bathroom. She hopefully pressed the button, but nothing happened. There was no power. She crossed her legs and bent forward as the intense pressure in her abdomen doubled. Pee shot out of her and trickled down her leg. Her pussy twitched under the enormous pressure, but her pride kept her fighting. She saw the cockpit in the distance, and that might give her some information about what happened.
As she walked, every few steps she had to stop to hold herself and bend forward. When she came into the pilot's chamber, there was a stack of danger warnings. Tess was intrigued.
Her legs were wildly bending and stepping about. Her hands kept switching between holding her crotch and looking through the papers. She whimpered and tears welled up in her eyes and her bladder decided for a second that it was too much, and a huge wave of desperation came over her. A two-second long pee ensued in her pants. There was no way she was going to make it back to the ship. She had to pee NOW.
She unzipped the zipper on the back of her suit that opened her back and exposed the top of her butt. The ship was chilly, and she contemplated whether or not she should actually go pee right now. A sudden wave hit, and she doubled over with her hands on her crotch, fighting the torrent built up inside of her. This was reason enough.
She scanned the room for somewhere to go, but her pee dance was causing her suit to fall further and further down on her body, and she decided to just go in the corner. she couldn't wait for any other oppurtunity.
She skinned the suit down off her legs just as a wave hit, and she spurted pee out onto her suit and the floor. She squatted as the dams burst and a foreceful stream of piss came hissing out, pattering on the floor. She couldn't help but moan a little. It just felt so damn good to finally get relief.
Her bladder emptied the last few spurts of pee she had left. Her pussy was soaked and quivered in the cold air. She let out a sigh of relief and began to pull her suit back over her exposed body, when she heard something strange-- Geneva scream.
. . .
When they split up, Geneva and Tess had a similar problem. they both needed to pee. Geneva didn't need to go nearly as badly as Tess, but it was still a dull ache in her abdomen. A pulsating reminder of it was constantly there.
She was checking all different rooms for someone. One room seemed like it was a hallway, and in the distance it looked like a person. She shouted for them, but they were already out of sight. She ran after them, anticipation and the movement put unwanted pressure on her bladder. When she turned the corner, she was greeted with a grotesque, horrifying alienmonster.
She screamed and fell backward, fear washing over her. It was too much for her to hold it. She was so scared that she emptied her bladder, a 20 second long piss erupting out of her groin into her suit and soaking herself.
From behind the alien creature came two laughing men, both of which were strangers to Geneva. "That was so good!" one of them said, "this is a great episode."
"What the hell is going on here?" Geneva yelled, getting up. She hid the discomfort she had from the pee held prisoner in her suit.
"Okay, time to confess. We're on a prank TV show, you've just been pranked by us?"
Geneva didn't say anything.
"You're gonna be on TV!" the other man said.
Tess came running in. "What happened? Who are you?"
They explained what they were doing. "We teamed up with your company to send you guys out here. Hidden cameras are everywhere here!" He glanced at a moniter showing the room Tess had peed in, then smiled. "Everywhere." She turned bright red in the face. It was unbelievable.
But that footage was later lost, along with the two men's dignity as they walked away with broken noses (gifts from Tess).
End |
A/N: Another commission, I took a more passive approach since it was set throughout in episode, I didn't just want to transcribe the episode
The party is all Valerie’s idea from the start, and so she hopes everything will go well for her. And she’s more enthusiastic about it than she has been about pretty much any Halloween in the past, since it’s going to be her first real Halloween party, and a chance to really have a good time for once. She picks out a costume that she thinks is absolutely adorable, thinking that no one could resist something so cute and fun- though she doesn’t really think about how childish it also looks.
She decides to wear a full duck suit, thinking that the duck looks super cute and that it’ll be really fun to wear. The only problem is, when she gets to the store to pick out the one she saw in the advertisement, there isn't one in her size. There are a few that are too big, and she wonders if she should chance it with that, when her mom tells her that they can make modifications to it, and that it'll be able to fit her just fine on Halloween.
Valerie is even more excited now, and as the party day grows closer, it gets even harder to contain her excitement. On the day of, she can't think about anything else. She finds herself staring at the clock, waiting for the time when it’s acceptable to get ready to head over there without being too early, until finally, she decides that she can't wait long enough to be fashionably late. She decides to go over early enough to help out with things, and hopes that won't look as bad as simply being the first one there without meaning to.
She rushes around to get ready before going to her mom to ask about her costume. “It's ready, almost,” she says. “I’m going to have to sew you into it , but then it will be done.”
“Alright, let’s get to it!” she says excitedly.
“Are you sure? Once you’re in, you won’t be able to get out until you get home, not without ruining the costume,” her mom tells her. “You’re going to be stuck in it for the whole party, so are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course I am!” she says, waving her hand. She wants to hurry up so that she can get to the party already, and she can barely hold still while her mom sews her into it, getting her all ready to go. She’s soon ready and heading out the door, hurrying over to Sabrina’s without a care in the world.
It isn’t until she’s waiting outside the door that she realizes that she kind of needs to pee.
Of course, she probably should have realized that she was forgetting something in her hurry, but she had just wanted to get out of there so badly that the thought had not even occurred to her, and now she’s wondering what she’s going to do about the slight pressure in her bladder, reminding her that she did not visit a bathroom before she got ready for the party, and that she really can’t remember the last time she went at all. It’s not that it’s particularly bad right now, but it’s still there, and she knows that it’s only going to get worse as the night goes on.
She doesn’t do anything to show her need to her friend, doing all she can to keep it to herself while she runs about, helping in whatever way she can. It’s easy to get distracted temporarily, but every now and then her bladder will remind her of her need and she’ll find herself worrying about it again. It’s going to be a long night of her pretending that she doesn’t have to pee when she totally does, but she won’t be able to do anything about it without going back home, and that would just be too embarrassing. Leaving a party early just to get her mom to help her out of her costume to go to the bathroom? Out of the question! Even if she came back, it’s not like she’d have a good excuse for that.
The only solution is continuing to keep it to herself and suffering in silence. She decides that it won’t be too hard as long as it continues like this, and as long as she doesn’t drink anything or do anything to increase her need. For a while, everything is just fine, but then, something that seems even worse than her impossible urge to pee happens.
When the other guests arrive, no one is in a costume, and she realizes for the first time that even Sabrina isn’t wearing a costume. She’s the only one dressed up and she realizes that she must look like a total child.
She flees in her distress, able to ignore her bladder for the time being as the horrible realization that her social life is coming to an end descends on her. All she wants is to be alone now, and for no one to see her or make fun of her. Sabrina’s attempts to comfort her don’t do much, and when she’s asked why she doesn’t just take the costume off, she’s reminded of the fact that being sewn in has caused her quite a lot of discomfort.
Suddenly, she remembers that she has to pee, and the urge seems worse than before now. Squirming on Sabrina’s bed, she wonders what she’s going to do about it now. She could always just go home, using her current humiliation as an excuse. After all, it’s not like she wants to be here anymore, and it’s not like the situation could get much worse. But she talked her friend into having this party, and she doesn’t want to just abandon her to it, without at least trying to have fun. Even though she’s embarrassed, and even though she needs to pee, she wants to try to have a good time for Sabrina’s sake.
Everyone keeps giving her looks, and she knows they all must be laughing at her whenever she isn’t looking. It’s the most agonizing sort of situation for her, and it makes her nervous, which makes her need to pee even worse. It’s almost like they can all see just how bad it’s getting and are all making fun of her for that too. Of course, she knows that’s not true, but she also knows that, if they could tell, they would certainly be making fun of her for that right now.
Wouldn’t it just be better for her to give up on the whole idea of this stupid party already? Hasn’t she suffered enough? Even though she’s promised herself that she isn’t going to ditch Sabrina when she had the biggest hand in making this party happen, whenever she thinks about just how awful all of this is, she really thinks that she needs to leave as soon as possible. Her bladder isn’t going to hold out forever, and she has no idea how long she’ll end up being here if she tries to stay until the end of the night.
She feels so guilty to even think about it, but she still can’t stop thinking about it. Staying here means suffering humiliation, and she has no idea where that humiliation will end, and it means forcing herself to hold it until it becomes painful. It’s been a really long time since she’s been forced to hold it for that long, and she doesn’t know what she’s going to do if it gets to the point that she can’t even stand it. Clearly, she’s going to suffer more if she suffers for her friend, but what kind of friend would she be?
She thinks about explaining the situation to Sabrina, certain that her friend would understand, but it’s impossible to get her alone as she’s always running about, dealing with stuff for the party. Of course, that just makes Valerie feel guilty all over again. Sabrina is only doing so much work and stressing herself out so much because she asked her to have the party, and she’s trying to trouble her with her own problems. Really, she must be the worst friend in the history of the world for thinking about ditching the party, rather than making the most of their time there and having a lot of fun, despite her suffering.
So she decides to help liven things up a little, though when she checks in on the guests, it seems like a totally lost cause. Sabrina has been so busy dealing with...whatever it is that she’s doing, that she hasn’t done anything to make the night more entertaining. She stands around in the room, squirming a bit in place, examining everyone in action...or, not really in action at all. There isn’t anything that she can think of to liven things up, and thinking too much just makes the situation at hand that much worse.
Her bladder continues to protest the longer that she ignores it, and that just doesn’t help things at all. It would be better for her if the party stayed dull and wore itself out, and everyone left early, giving her the perfect excuse to flee, but to think along those lines is to return to the traitorous thoughts that had her wanting to leave early in the first place. It will still be no good for Sabrina if something like that happens, even if it would be beneficial to her.
Why does she keep finding herself debating over this sort of thing? The answer should be so much more obvious than this, but she supposes she just isn’t as good of a friend as she tries to act like she is. If only she could stop being so selfish, but she has to pee so, so bad that that’s really all that’s on her mind. She isn’t even that concerned with how ridiculous she looks, all she can think about is the fact that she isn’t going to be able to hold it forever.
How is she going to survive this night? It was supposed to be fun, and she had been so excited, but it’s all slipping away from her. If she doesn’t get out of this stupid costume, she just knows that she’s going to end up wetting herself, and that’s going to ruin everything even worse than it already is. But whenever she sees how stressed out Sabrina is, she loses her resolve and knows that she has to stay, no matter what.
The problem is that nobody seems to be having any fun at all, and she doesn’t know how to fix that. She has to convince Sabrina to fix things for the party, and make sure that everyone has fun, quick. However, once Sabrina finally starts taking her seriously, things only get more serious by more cool kids showing up. At first, Valerie can hardly contain her excitement, seeing them arrive, but then she remembers her costume and is immediately distraught. As if she could make a good impression like this! And, to make matters worse, she’s absolutely dying for the bathroom, something that might become more obvious if she keeps delaying it.
This is supposed to be going better for her, but it’s already going so much worse. Not only is she being humiliated in front of the cool kids, but she could totally end up peeing herself, and the party is so lame that she and Sabrina might never live this humiliation down. She has to do something, she thinks, growing more and more frantic as she watches her friend continue to fail. Things come to a head as Sabrina gives up on her stereo for whatever reason.
She declares that she’s going to look for a transistor radio, not seeming to understand just how absolutely lame she sounds as she says it. Valerie can’t help cringing, but it’s not like she has any better ideas. She crosses her legs, hoping that nobody notices it, trying to keep her overwhelming desperation at bay. She definitely isn’t going to last much longer, and if she doesn’t do something about it, she knows that she’s going to end up wetting herself in front of everything.
What do I do? There’s nothing I can do now! She thinks, biting down hard on her lip and wishing that she still had her mask on to hide the look on her face. Instead, she forces herself to smile like before, until one of the guests says that he wants to go to someone else’s party.
At that, she knows that she absolutely has to spring into action, before it's too late! She can't let him leave, drawing everyone along with him, but her panic regarding that and her bladder makes it hard for her to think, and drawing attention to herself is certainly not a good idea right now. Still, she does what she has to do, and declares, “We don't need music to dance!”
Definitely not one of her better ideas, but it's much too late to back out of it now, and she gets into it quickly, moving around and waving her arms, though the movement only makes her feel closer to leaking. And, of course, nobody seems too keen on joining her, and she realizes in that moment that she’s only making herself look more ridiculous. Oh, this is just the worst, most humiliating night ever for her!
Except, just when she thinks that this can’t get any worse, she hears a strange sound coming from the floor beneath her. Why is it creaking like that? Is it just because the house is so old? As it turns out, she doesn’t have that much time to think about it. The floor creaks and creaks beneath her, and just as she stops to try to understand what happens, the floor makes one final odd sound, and then it caves in beneath her, causing her to fall through the floor into the basement below.
Valerie lets out a scream as she falls into the basement, and she hears Sabrina lets out a scream as she lunges forward, and before she even hits the floor, she feels her bladder start to give out on her. When she does finally hit the floor, it takes all she has to stop any more from coming out.
Fortunately for her, the fall is mostly broken by her costume, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s begun to wet herself, that her bladder is partially emptied now. She panics as she feels how wet the inside of her costume is, but when they look down to see if she’s okay, she puts on a brave face and lets everyone know that she’s doing just fine. They’re all quickly distracted by the hole in the floor, which gives her a chance to assess the damage.
To her surprise, the costume hasn’t been soaked through, despite how much she’s let out. There must be something trapping the liquid inside with her, which means that, unless someone gets a good whiff of her, then no one is going to be able to tell that she peed herself a little bit when she fell through the floor. However, that doesn’t mean that she’s in the clear now.
After all, her bladder is still partially full, and even though it’s a bit of a relief to be even a little bit emptied, her body is still frantic to empty the rest. She has to get out of the basement and back to the party, and judging by all the noise coming from upstairs, things are getting really lively up there without her. After all she has endured tonight, she deserves to have at least some fun tonight, and she tells her bladder that it’s just going to have to make do with what it’s had, and that she’ll empty it the rest of the way later.
When she gets out of the basement, she discovers that there are all sorts of cool and unbelievable things happening, special effects that she certainly wasn’t counting on. How Sabrina managed to pull this off, she isn’t sure, but she can see why it took some time for the party to really get into full swing. But the best thing of all is the group of people in really cool costumes, making her feel much, much less alone!
When they begin to play music, she even finds herself dancing with one of them, and she doesn’t care how uncomfortably wet her costume is, as she finally begins to enjoy her first real Halloween party. Nor does she care that she still needs to pee pretty badly, since she’s been coping with that for so long that it just feels like a part of things.
At least, that’s what she tells herself, but eventually, it gets to a point where she can’t deny it anymore. If she doesn’t get out of here quickly, she’s going to end up wetting herself even more, and this time, she isn’t sure if her costume will hold or not. Maybe she was just lucky when it didn’t leak before, and maybe this time it will leak through completely and everyone will see it. She can’t allow herself to be too careless about that, and even though she doesn’t want to be, she’s the first one to leave, ducking out of the party without saying goodbye to anyone.
She only makes it halfway down the street, her walk turning into a strange hobble before she doubles over and gives up, sighing as she wets herself the rest of the way. The warm liquid seeps down the legs of her costume, which still doesn’t allow any of it to escape. It feels strange, having it all trapped in there with her, and she doesn’t know how she’s going to be able to wash the costume out- though, after her humiliating night, she should probably just throw it out and forget about it.
The night has been nothing but tense, and now that she’s away from everyone, with her bladder completely emptied, she can finally relax. Next time, she’ll be more careful when it comes to parties and costumes. |
Amy was a beautiful girl in her mid-twenties. Shiny skin, cheeks that were kind of blushed red, nice legs which that night were covered with dark nylons. She wore white sneakers, very short black short shorts, and a long dark sweater over herself. A lot of the guys that night thought Amy looked so cute. She was the kind of girl who loved talking to everyone. She worked at an old bar in town. It had been around thirty years before she was born. While the walls and electric were up to date the floors, stoves, etc. were wayyyyyy past due to fixing up.
"Hi, I'm Amy," she said. She stood at the front as the bouncer checked IDs. The bar was a landmark for her hometown and was across from the college she went to. "Please take a seat wherever you like. There's plenty of room at the bar." One of her legs kicked back a little and floated there. She noticed a slight pressure in her bladder. She had gone through a water bottle tonight already and was halfway done with a second bottle. Inside her poor, girlish bladder swelled up as more pee poured inside of it. The expanded bladder pushed against Amy's muscles and made her flinch.
"How's everything Amy?" her boss Greg asked. A good guy, but did not always take the best care of his foundation. He was very cheap. Explains his three divorces. "You alright?" He noticed Amy's leg.
"Oh yeah, I'm good, Greg," she said with a sweet smile.
"You sure? You look uncomfortable. I told you to use the bathroom earlier like everyone else." Amy and the other bar workers came in an hour early to quickly clean up and make sure all was good. There were two bathrooms (men and women) but each was a single person’s bathroom. One toilet each. Amy did not like public bathrooms very much. She made sure to go before she left home, but after two hours and almost two bottles of water....
"Greg I'm-," Amy bent quick and flinched. One of her eyes shut tight. There was a sting of pressure in her bladder. "I'll be fine. I only have another two hours anyways."
The bar was packed after another hour. There were two stories in that place, so a lot of room for people. Amy had gone out on the first floor to help people who needed refills or checkout. She flipped her wavy, dark hair sideways and got a couple guys excited. "Hey Amy," they said. "Hey boys," she replied. She was a good girl. But everyone loves to flirt. It was just fun. When she went up to bring glasses to the bar she saw the bar tender pouring a huge stream of beer into a huge mug for a table. The stream and foam that built up, the sound and look of it made Amy remember that she had her own liquids. Unlike an hour ago where the pressure came and went, it started to stay. Her lower belly felt warm, filled, which is why she hopped in place while she saw the beer pour.
She went back up to the door. Her spot was right next to the window, and it was raining outside that night. It rained very hard and just like the beer, the sound and sight or moving liquids only made the ones inside of her slush around more. She tossed her bottle away. It was almost empty anyhow. She looked at the clock. Only fifteen minutes until her replacement came, then she could go home to her own sweet toilet. "God bless," she said. She let out a moan of relief.
After fifteen minutes, she figured her replacement would come soon to greet people and bust tables. She left, but decided she HAD to hit the bathroom first. Her house was on the other side of town. A night like this during playoffs there might be traffic from DUI checks by police. Since she smelled like beer from having worked in the bar all night she did not want to take a chance. Her bladder ached very bad. Her face showed discomfort and she held her breath for a minute to take control back. Her legs crossed as she headed to the bathrooms. She reached and tried to open the door to the lady’s room, but it was locked. "Occupied," the person inside said. Amy stepped back, disappointed, and leaned against the wall. Her legs trembled back and forth. She could feel she was losing control. Her whole stomach felt full of pee, and the throbs were as bad as pregnancy contractions. Amy was desperate.
"AMY!" Greg screamed from across the bar. She blushed as people looked at her. She hated others knowing she had to use the restroom. She ran over to Greg and saw the occupant leave the bathroom just as she did that. Amy swore under her breath and pictured Greg being pulled into Hell (Amy was a horror writer). She stood in front of Greg while she bounced in place. "You can't just leave your post."
"Allison was coming in, it was only a minute difference. I had to-." she cut herself off due to inner shame.
"Allison called out. Plus, Mario went home sick, so I had to send Paul off from the floor and into the kitchen to help cook. People love our famous roasted nachos." Amy agreed there, they were the best. "I need you to stay."
Amy's jaw dropped. Her eyes widened. "Wait, wait, wait," she said as Greg walked away. She grabbed him by the arm. "I can't, I really need to-." she stopped again. Damn this inner embarrassment she and others had of letting others know she had to pee.
"What?" Greg asked.
Amy stopped bouncing. "I . . . eh . . .nothing." Greg left and she stayed at her post. The poor, cute girl's bladder started to beat against her insides. She was a girl who was in shape, so there was not much extra room for the bladder to expand. Her knees went in and out from each other. She bit her bottom lip and looked around. God, I gotta pee! One of her legs crossed in front of the other. She continued to greet people, but after the bar's attendance dropped and less had come in, she felt time to spare. She had held in all her urine for four hours at this point. Her bladder had been full that long, and every minute just felt more pressure, and more pee poured in, making it overflow inside of her. She locked her legs tight as she noticed the warm pain. "Oh no," she whispered to herself.
Amy did not have a choice. She speeds walked to the back of the bar to the bathrooms. She wrestled with the handle. Occupied again! She kept wrestling with it. She knocked on the door, "Um, hello?" she squeaked. "Are you gonna be long, I really, really gotta pee!" No one answered. Amy placed a hand on the wall, the other one her hip, legs crossed, and hopped in place. She looked so sad. She saw everyone at the bar. She wished she could stop bouncing but she'd pee herself if she did. A few guys stared at her, a couple of them laughed. Amy shut her eyes and blushed fierce red. Her belly growled loudly, but not for hunger. It's a good thing she wore gym-style short shorts because the waist easily expanded as more and more pee formed inside and pushed against her muscle's walls, making her belly visibly expand.
She knocked hard on the door. She placed her hand to her mouth and eyes watered from sadness. She could feel herself as if she woke up early in the morning with a full bladder. But here, she was stuck. A blonde girl in a mini skirt walked up looking just as desperate. "Occupied, sorry," Amy said. That killed her a little inside because it meant bad for as well. The blonde though wrestled with the handle. No reply. She kicked the door and it opened. No one was inside. Amy's mouth dropped opened. It was never occupied; the door was probably just stuck at the knob. Everything so old and rusted in this place no wonder. The blonde sprinted in and shut the door, locking it. "Nooo!" Amy said. She covered her eyes with sleeves that covered her hands. One leg kicked back in the air as she squirmed. "Oh come on, I can't pee myself here. Not here. I know so many of these people." Her desperation was intense and she was worried. She really, really, REALLY needed a toilet. Her bladder stung with hot pain and kept shooting pressure throughout her body. God, I'm gonna pee my pants all because I was stupid and stood in front of a bathroom door that was never occupied! I could've gone! She thought to herself. She heard the toilet flush which caused an eruption of agony inside of her body and mind. She bent forward and held her hands on her knees as they wobbled. The blonde washed her hands and the sound of a pouring sink did not help Amy. The door opened.
The blonde left. A man left the men's room, and Amy had a toilet. FINALLY, she went in but before she even clsoed the door she heard rumbling. Brown stuff poured out of the sink, and the toilet started to overflow as well with the same stuff. "EWWW!" Amy shouted, dying inside from her bladder. She ran out and saw the same thing happening to the men's room. She called Greg over.
He swore. He shut both bathroom doors and locked them with his key. He slapped OUT OF ORDER signs on both doors. Amy's heart sank. She was afraid to ask. "G-Greg. What the h-hell h-happened?!?"
"I never did take good care of this place. The pipes on this end are so old and worn out all that stuff coming out was rust mixed with water and sewage waste. Can't let anyone in there."
Amy almost died from hearing that. Her legs squeezed together tight. She started to sweat. "Wait. No one c-c-can go in there? But Jeff I-." she stopped herself.
"You have to really go don't you?" Greg asked.
Amy shook her head. Lying.
"Yeah, ok," he said. "Well hang tight. I still need you here. Mikey is a trained plumber. He can fix the bathrooms in no time.
"Greg, I can't stay. I DO have to pee! I can barely hang on; I feel like I'm about to burst. I can't have an accident, please let me-."
"Look Amy,I let you have all last week off. You owe me. If you leave, don't come back."
This shocked her. Amy had to pee sooooooo bad. She really just wanted to go. Why was he acting like this towards her?
"Greg, I was sick all last week. I'm begging you," she said, hands folded out in a plea. She begged, "Please, I am gonna pee my pants if-." Greg put a hand in front of her. He left and Amy took a final glance at the doors. OUT OF ORDER. Those words at her strength. She felt the pee inside of her body boiling. She was dying to use the toilet already. Oh, if only she had realized no one was in it before. Amy went back to work. She passed Mikey who headed to the bathrooms with a toolbox.
"Don't worry Amy," he said passing by. "Hold on and you can go in no time. “He gave her a supporting slap on the back which made her eyes widen. She crossed her legs and and crouched a bit down. Tears fell from her eyes. The slap caused a shock through her body that made a couple drops leak out into her panties. Amy's poor black panties had been stained. But it was nothing compared to the mess that will happen if Mikey didn't hurry up.
She was helping at tables. Some of the guys turned on by her awkward desperation movements, and they checked her out. Those legs looked great in nylons. Her legs moved back and forth, and her voice trembled when helping customers. "Y-yes mamm, I'll gg-g-get the check for you." Amy could not stop glancing at the bathroom. Come on, come on, come onnnnn!!!!!!! She was trapped! Trapped in a prison without a bathroom. Dozens of people around her, ready to look and laugh if she started to pee her panties. She cried a little. Both from the pain of desperation and thought of embarrassing herself from going in her pants in public. She mumbled in bladder pressure pains, "Googhhg, ohhhhh, brrrgh. Oh....oh....oh." Her inner muscles were losing the battle. Pee was breaking through her cracks, coming through her exit area. "This can't be happening to me." she said.
She stood at the door to greet again. She held her arms around herself, her legs crossing and uncrossing, just squirming and squirming. Amy did not have much time left. She and her panties and nylons and reputation were doomed! Across the bar a worker was with guys watching the big screen. They opened a champagne to celebrate a score on the game. The top popped off and champagne shot and poured out. Amy looked in horror, boiling pressure inside of her. "Eeeeeeeeeeee," she squeaked through her teeth. It made her want to release her dying bladder and let it flow but she had to fight. Come on Amy, she thought to herself, You gotta hold it! You can't lose, you have to hold it!
She saw Mikey across at the bathrooms. He gave her the thumbs up. He had finished the ladies room. Amy sparked with joy. She was gonna make it. The guys at the table were clearly turned on by her desperation though. As she went to the toilets one grabbed her by the sweater. "Excuse me, can we get refills." Amy looked around, horrified, most of the waiters had gone home, but she was forced to stay. She took the mugs and went to the bar to pour drinks. The pouring killed her more and more mentally. "EEEEEEEEEEeeeee." She cried a bit, and realized she had maybe seconds to get to the toilet to avoid an accident. "Oh no," her heart skipped a beat. A couple more drops leaked out. She felt it under her nylon and roll down her leg. She ran to the guys with the beers. She started to walk away but was pulled again. "Don't forget your tip sweetie," the guy said. She took the $1 bill Seriously. She took off again and was at the bathroom door, toilet fixed, her breathing picking up.
"AMY!" Greg screamed. She shut her eyes, ready to close the door and relieve herself finally, but Greg waved for her to come over. She looked at the toilet and bounced in place very fast. The alarms on her bladder going off, as the dam inside was about to give way to her rushing waters. She walked over to Greg, VERY slowly. She was sweating under her sweater, lower belly, hanging over her shorts' waistband, the steaming pressure inside of her. As she got closer to Greg it started to happen. She could not feel it, yet, but it was happening. She was going in her pants. She shook in front of Greg. "I wanted to thank you for tonight. You've proven yourself a great employee and-." He noticed small leaks falling down her nylons.
"Oh no," Amy whispered. "God no, don’t let this-NOOOOOOO! No PLLLLLEASE NOOOOOOO!" And as she screamed that BOOM! Her bladder popped inside of her with such force she almost fainted. People watched in amazement, feeling bad for her, and both as a huge busted pipe of pee shot out of her bottom, pouring out of the bottom of her long sweater. It hurt so bad when her bladder popped but pee kept rushing out and streaming down her legs. People started to point and laugh she saw. One guy was even recording with his phone. Amy covered her mouth with her hands which were covered with long sleeves. She was crying so hard as more and more urine leaked out, the stream would not let up. She covered her whole face. Greg stepped back, looking turned on. Happy he hired her....even if he felt bad for this. The bottom of her sweater had pee shot at it, staining it all around from front to back, causing a stink or old vegetables on the floor and her. She almost made it. ALMOST avoided this embarrassing incident, but her poor bladder could not take any more pee. Now it looked like neither could the bar's floor. She tried to run out but slipped on her own pee, landing on her butt.
A sweet guy, probably the nicest in the bar, ran up to help her up, placed his sweatshirt around her and ran her out. "It's ok, it's ok," he said. She realized it was Jeffrey, the boy next door. Her childhood crush. Little did she know; she was his as well. He did not notice her all night since he was depressed all day. Amy looked up at him and hugged him so comfort. "It's ok, it's ok," he said. Hopefully, something good might come out from this horrible event.
THE END. |
Holding on to Doubt
The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild fanfiction by MasterXploder
(Note: Technically contains underaged wetting desperation, but she’s sixteen and looks eighteen so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
With thanks to Captain L for editing
“I wonder what could be taking him so long?”
The morning sun had just passed the top of the Lanayru mountain ranges, bringing rays of light onto the Zora River and the Inogo Bridge where Zelda stood. It was quite the breathtaking sight, the sun glistening off the tall blades of grass, helping keep Hyrule’s princess at ease while she waited.
While they waited, she quietly reminded herself. She was never truly alone in her travels across the kingdom; indeed, a quick glance confirmed that Link, her appointed knight and prophesied savior of Hyrule, was at her side as always.
“I mean, not that I’m the impatient type,” she continued, “but it’s not like Prince Sidon to be unpunctual.”
Zelda did not get a reply, nor she did expect one. Link was never one for words, yet she felt something needed to be said lest things fall into silence. They were not awkward silences; she had grown to appreciate the quiet in their travels, like there was little that needed to be said. But right now, she certainly wouldn’t have minded the distraction.
As they were on a tight schedule, Zelda and Link were quick to get up and depart from the stable they were staying at. A little too quickly for her, unfortunately, for she had neglected to visit an outhouse before leaving, a mistake she has only further regretted with time.
Their current location was not helping, either. Prince Sidon was a Zora, meaning he would likely be swimming down the river to meet up with them. Zelda had to keep an eye out for him, but that meant staring at the gallons upon gallons of water flowing towards her and listening to its gentle flowing sounds, both constant reminders of something she would really like to take care of soon.
“Um...” came a voice next to her.
“Yes?” Zelda glanced at Link to find him looking at her in concern. It was at this moment she became aware of the tenseness in her face and the fidget in her leg, both of which she promptly corrected.
“Ah, worried about Sidon, too?” she quickly followed up with. “I’m sure he’s fine, likely just making sure the trail is safe for us.” Zelda looked back at the river. “Though I do wish he would show soon. I’m starting to worry about him, myself.”
As if on cue, something in the distance caught her eye. A blue on the water’s surface was moving towards them, and quickly at that. She wondered for a moment if she should be worried, but that fell away once she could make out the red color of a certain zora as it got closer.
“Well, guess we don’t have to worry now,” she quipped.
Right as he reached the bridge, the zora shot straight up from the water and landed in front of the travelers in a stylish three-point landing. He then stood up straight to reveal himself as Prince Sidon, already a bit taller than the other two despite his young age.
“Ah, Princess Zelda and Link!” said Sidon with a smile, “It is good to see the two of you again.”
“We are happy to see you as well,” said Zelda, performing a small bow.
“I hope you can forgive me for my lateness. I was held up back at our domain by some last-minute business.”
Much as her bladder wanted her to say something, Zelda shook her head instead. They had business to attend to before she could deal with her personal business. “It is quite alright. We were just enjoying the view while we waited.”
“Well, that’s good to hear. I take it you’re both here to help us with our divine beast troubles?”
“Yes. Is Mipha still having difficulty getting Vah Ruta to move?”
“Sure is.” Sidon rubbed his chin. “It’s the darndest thing, too. She had it moving all around the reservoir the day before, and the next, it won’t budge an inch. We have no clue what could be going wrong.”
Zelda lowered her head in thought. “Hmm, that is a real conundrum. I’m not sure what the source of the problem could be, either.” She lifted her head back up. “We will have to visit Vah Ruta and examine it ourselves.”
Sidon chuckled. “Good thing we were making preparations for your visit already. If nothing else, I’m sure Mipha and father will enjoy seeing you two again!”
“Yes, Link and Mipha do get along quite well, don’t you?” She turned to Link with a smile.
At this, Link glanced away and rubbed the back of his head. Zelda felt like giggling at his embarrassment, but a pulse from below her stomach reminded her of more pressing matters.
“Er, I’m sorry to break the conversation, but we should probably make our way towards Zora’s Domain now,” said Zelda.
“Oh, of course!” Sidon looked at the two of them. “Er, will it just be the two of you on the trail?”
“Will that be a problem?”
“Not at all, I just expected the Princess to travel with more knights. We’re not exactly living in peaceful times, you know.”
“I appreciate the concern, but Link has proven himself to be all the protection I need.” Zelda then held up the Shiekah Slate in her hand. “And it’s not like I’m entirely defenseless by myself. This device has proven to have quite a few tricks up its sleeve. Did you know it can produce explosives made of nothing but hard light?”
Sidon beamed. “Wow! If it’s anything like Vah Ruta, I’d be more worried for anyone that tried to attack you.” He laughed for a bit. “Well then, I’ll head back up towards the domain to make sure everything’s ready for your visit. I didn’t see any monsters on the way down here, so you both should be fine.”
Prince Sidon then flexed his shoulder and flashed a smile that Zelda imagined has made many zora girls swoon. “Until we meet again! Stay safe!”
With that, the prince leapt back into the water with flawless technique and swam back upstream. If not for the splashes tantalizing her bladder right now, Zelda would have likely dwelled on the zora’s masterful attunement with water.
“Come now, Link, we should not keep the zoras waiting long,” said Zelda as she started walking the trail. Behind her, Link nodded and began following her.
If memory serves me, it should only be a couple hours walk to Zora’s Domain, Zelda thought to herself. I have held out for longer before, especially with him right behind me. Surely, I can make it through this just fine.
As it turned out, Zelda was not feeling very fine.
Normally, the peaceful views of Hyrule’s nature helped her find some form of tranquility in tough times. Unfortunately, the sights along this trail were nothing but torture for the relief-craving princess. Everywhere she turned, there was either a flowing river, small waterfalls crashing into the rocks, or standing puddles that she had no choice but to walk across, all of them amplifying the signals in her body to make a waterfall of her own.
They were hardly halfway to the Domain, not even reaching Luto’s Crossing yet, and her confidence fell into worry as the discomfort in her bladder grew worse. She was thankful that Link decided to walk ahead of her, for it was getting too difficult to hide the stiffness in her walk.
Yet despite her desperation, the solution of simply requesting a quick break was unthinkable to her, and the man in front of her was why. Though she no longer took out her frustrations on him, Zelda still could not help but feel a bit of envy whenever she looked at Link. He had taken to the legendary Master Sword like a rito to the sky, becoming an expert with it in hardly any time at all. Meanwhile, for all of her efforts and pressure from her father, the supposed power she possessed as a descendant of Hylia just would not come to her.
What was Link doing to earn his ability that she wasn't? She had contemplated undergoing the same training regimen as him and see if that worked. Perhaps now was the best time to try this out, and the first thing was holding out until they could come across a bathroom like a proper princess and soldier. Her urine may be begging her to let it out, but she would endure it if it meant unlocking the power that would seal away Calamity Ganon once more.
“Oh!”
If only the seal on her bladder could be just as strong.
A painful wave hit Zelda out of the blue, making her halt in her tracks and grab herself. Even worse, she could feel a dribble of warmth in her undergarments, with the feeling of even more just waiting to slip past her defenses. Fortunately, her resolve proved stronger at the moment, and nothing more leaked out just then, but the sheer fact that this had happened filled her breathing with anxiety.
Link clearing his throat three feet from her did not help, either.
“Oh, L-Link!” Zelda took a step back and stood up straight as she finally remembered his presence. He had to have heard her earlier, she surmised, and now he was checking to see if she was fine. She was normally okay with this, but him knowing of her need for a potty break was too much. She quietly thanked the fact she was wearing dark trousers at the moment.
“Y-you don’t need to worry about me,” she started, “I, er, was just… h-having some discomfort in my stomach!”
Link tilted his head, the concern in his eyes not diminishing.
“I think it’s just part of my breakfast not agreeing with me, that’s all.” Zelda smiled to try and better hide the actual discomfort she was feeling. “Let’s keep going. If it doesn’t get any better, I’m sure the zoras will have something to help me with, alright?”
A few agonizingly long seconds passed with Link still standing there and Zelda faking her smile until he finally nodded and turned back around. Once he had gotten far enough from her, Zelda dropped her grin and returned her hand to her groin as she walked behind him.
This is bad, she thought, at this rate, I will never make it to Zora’s Domain in time! She looked all around her for an answer that did not involve crouching behind some bushes, but nothing would come to her. Both the pressure of thinking on the spot and the pain from her urge to pee acted as powerful mental blocks. All the while, her worry only grew worse. She shuddered at the thought of Link seeing her wetting herself, the sheer shame freezing her to the spot and haunting her for all time.
Wait, freezing? Time?
An idea popped into her head just then. A poor idea, likely one with little chance of success, but it was all she had.
Zelda grabbed the Sheikah Slate attached to her hip and thumbed through its different runes until she brought up one called Stasis. She knew from testing that it had the ability to freeze an object in place for a little while, even living things like birds and bokoblins. It didn’t appear harmful so long as the creature in question wasn’t struck by anything, but she had to wonder just how precise she could adjust its locking properties.
Zelda fiddled with the slate until she believed to have achieved the desired result. Now activated, she placed the slate directly onto her distended bladder. It was probably the most boneheaded thing she had done in a long time, but her higher thinking was impaired at the moment, and what was science without a bit of risk anyway?
Throwing caution to the wind, Zelda pressed the button to activate the stasis, bracing herself for any number of things to go wrong. However, she did not expect to feel no change at all downstairs.
Had it activated, she wondered? It had to have; she heard the noise of ethereal chains locking something in place, yet the pressure of so much urine in her was still present.
No, wait, something was different. The discomfort remained, but it did not feel like it was trying to force its way out. She tested this by slightly relaxing the muscles in her urethra. Nothing came out, so she put her hands to her side and started walking normally. Not a single drop spilled, not even when she applied a bit of pressure to try and force a bit out.
Zelda would have danced if she thought it wouldn’t get Link’s attention. It had worked! She did not know for how long or if there would be any side effects, but it was hard to be concerned at the moment. She now stood a chance of reaching Zora’s Domain and finding a suitable restroom, with Link never learning of her plight.
Even better, a look at the map on the slate confirmed that Luto’s Crossing was just up ahead, and it wouldn’t be long from there to the Domain. They just had to take the narrow, winding trail with jagged cliffs towering above them. She almost couldn’t wait for the bridge to come into view now.
Which made it all the more sudden when Link came to a stop and put his hand up for Zelda to do the same.
“Er, is something wrong?” she asked.
Link made no noise, but Zelda could see his hand tensing up into a fist and reaching towards his sword. Whatever it was, he was not taking it lightly. She immediately got quiet and started looking around for anything that wasn’t right.
“Raaah!”
It all happened so fast, Zelda nearly did not have time to process it. A lizalfos leapt down from one of the cliff walls towards Link, a spear clutched in its hands ready to skewer. Link, however, was already prepared for such a thing. In one fluid motion, he unsheathed the Master Sword and his shield, knocking away the tip of the spear while striking the monster in the chest, sending it falling to the side.
Zelda gasped at the quick turn of events, but had no time to do anything else. Two more lizalfos jumped down from the walls to join their brethren as the first one got back to its feet. They shrieked and snarled, ready for a fight, but Link only lifted his weapons into a defensive stance in response.
Meanwhile, Zelda knew the best thing she could do was stay out of harm’s way, so she ran behind a corner in the rock wall, making sure to look out for any other monsters behind them. Once she was safe, she looked back at Link, who was looking back at her. They exchanged a nod before Link returned his attention to the enemies before him.
The lizalfos began their attack, leaping into battle with their weapons drawn, but Link was just as quick to respond. Despite being outnumbered, his training proved effective at dealing with the monsters as he weaved in and out of their range, dodging and blocking all their blows while landing a few hits of his own.
Zelda had seen him face down several enemies and come out on top before, but it never failed to impress her. His dedication to his duty was something she could admire, even if it somehow produced better results than hers.
Even now, Link was already close to defeating the pack, having already felled one monster. He parried another blow from the second, then leapt into the air and brought the Master Sword down onto its head, ending that one as well. Unfortunately, in his haste, it had left him wide open to attack.
“Look out!” yelled Zelda, but it was too late. The third lizalfos leapt in with a powerful smack from its tail, sending Link tumbling towards the wall. His sword fell out of his grip and onto the ground nearby, but by the time he regained his senses, the monster was already closing in on him.
Link needed rescue, and Zelda knew it. She immediately took out the Sheikah Slate and thumbed over to the stasis rune, ready to cast it but stopping her finger just short. The slate could only handle one rune, one target at a time, and it was still active on her bladder, possibly the only thing keeping its contents in check now. If she were to turn it off now, she had no idea what would happen next.
Zelda shook these thoughts out of her head. Someone’s life was on the line; her bladder was the last thing she needed to worry about right now. Without hesitation, she deactivated the stasis and changed its target, aiming it right at the lizalfos. Just as it was about to bring its club down upon Link, a series of magic chains appeared and locked the monster in place, trapping it in a yellow glow. For a moment, Link sat there and blinked, looking unsure as to what had just happened.
“He’s frozen! Get him now!” yelled Zelda.
Wasting no time, Link rushed over and grabbed his blade. He then returned to the frozen monster and proceeded to deal a flurry of blows, the Master Sword effortlessly slicing against the flesh, finishing with a strong upward swing just as the stasis expired on the lizalfos. The momentum of so many strikes unloaded all at once, launching the monster through the air and off the cliff behind them. Its shrieking could be heard all the way to the bottom, never to harm another soul again.
The danger had passed, and neither of them were seriously hurt. That alone should have been cause for Zelda to celebrate, not even considering that she helped out for once, but she could not think about that right now. While Link put his weapon away, all of her attention was forced onto the pain and pressure that returned to between her legs with a jolt. She had failed to take into account the subtle forces she imparted on her bladder just from walking building up the kinetic energy inside, and now that the stasis was gone, the overwhelming pressure hit hard.
Zelda whimpered at the renewed warmth in her smallclothes. No matter how hard she tried, she could not completely halt the flow, and so the wet feeling only grew bigger. By the time Link walked up to her, she could feel a trail running down her leg.
“L-Link,” she tried to speak to her worried-looking friend, her voice choked up.
It was pointless, and she knew it. Nothing she could say or do would avert her fate, let alone without Link being able to see, hear, and smell every last drop. With deep reluctance, Zelda lowered her head and removed her hands from her groin.
“P-please don’t watch,” was the last thing she said.
The faintest hissing could be heard as Zelda felt urine soaking her undergarments and quickly making its way elsewhere. Trails ran down her legs both inside and outside her trousers, the dark colors no longer able to hide the accident. Even without that, the multiple drops and broken streams of gold-tinted liquid pouring from the crotch and piddling onto the ground below would remove all doubt from anyone as to what was happening.
As disgraceful, disgusting, and demeaning as it felt to wet herself like a child, Zelda could not deny the pleasure that came with finally letting go of such a discomforting burden. She let out an open-mouthed moan and closed her eyes to take in the bliss working against the gross feelings on her legs and feet. The muscles in her legs grew weak in fatigue and pleasure, and she could no longer resist the urge to not stand anymore.
Zelda slid down to her knees while her peeing continued, resting her bottom on her ankles. While this meant much less of it was going down the legs and into her boots, the uncomfortable warmth now spread to her rump. Multiple drops and tiny streams dribbled from the back of her pants, making the puddle beneath her grow quicker.
It was here that she remained for the remaining minute that her relief lasted, the puddle nearly reaching her knees. As her flow tapered off, the satisfaction of an empty bladder was no longer enough to keep the shame at bay. The Princess of Hyrule and the one who would ultimately seal Ganon away had peed her pants. What would her father, nay, the citizens that depended on her think of her if they knew? What did Link, the sole witness of her accident, think of her now?
A lone tear ran down Zelda’s cheek while she stifled a sob. She wanted nothing more than to cry her eyes out and hope it was all just a bad dream, but she couldn’t. She was a princess, and she had to carry at least a modicum of grace and strength no matter what.
With that in mind, Zelda slowly stood back up, wincing at the discomfort of her pants clinging to her legs and bottom. Now that her attention was focused elsewhere, she finally noticed that she was staring at the back of Link’s head. Seems like he had complied with her request after all. Always at her beck and call, that one.
“Link,” said Zelda in a shaky voice, “You may look now.”
Perking up, Link turned around, revealing a brighter shade of red on his cheeks than normal. He took no more than a quick glance below Zelda’s waist to see the damage for himself before going back to eye contact. Zelda had her hands in front of her groin, though that did little to hide the wetness, which left a shine on her pants in the sunlight.
“I… I owe you an apology for my behavior,” said Zelda, unable to look Link in the eye. “You might have guessed by now, but I have not been entirely honest with you. The truth is, I knew I should have said something to you a while back, but I was a little… envious of you.”
To this, Link raised an eyebrow.
“Y-yes, you realized your potential with such ease, while I’ve yet to feel even a bit of the power I supposedly possess.” Zelda placed a hand on her chest. “So I thought if I tried to act as strong as you, then I would finally unlock my powers. I realize now that I was going about it the wrong way, and that maybe I wasn’t meant to be strong in the first place. Maybe I...”
She looked down and to the side, unable to say the next few words, no matter how truthful they may be. Perhaps they didn’t need to be said; surely, Link could see it clear as day now. Could the goddess really have entrusted such a great power to someone still capable of wetting themselves?
She was not able to dwell on this thought any longer. A warm hand gently rested itself on her upper arm, pulling her attention back to Link. He did not need words to convey his feelings to her, only the comfort of his smile and the compassion visible in his eyes.
It was then Zelda remembered the bigger picture of their task. The pesky doubts that weighed down on her faded from her mind, not gone entirely but not as overbearing. For the first time since this morning, she found a genuine smile once more.
“I’m being quite silly, aren’t I?” Zelda giggled. “We survived an attack by dangerous creatures, and here I am moping about ruining a pair of trousers. Really, I should be glad we’re both not hurt. We still have a chance to fulfill our destinies, after all.”
Gently, Zelda reached up and took Link’s hand off her arm. As he withdrew his hand, she looked down to survey the damage to her leggings with a frown.
“Hmm, I doubt it would be a good idea if I met with the zoras like this. I suppose backtracking to a pond to clean myself up is in order.” She chuckled to herself. “It seems Sidon will not be the only one late for his duties today.”
Link let out a chuckle himself and turned towards the trail they had just come from.
“Oh, and Link?” asked Zelda.
He turned around to see Zelda smiling at him.
“Thank you for being with me.”
With a gasp, Link suddenly became aware of his surroundings again. He glanced around the trees and mountains that made up the Lanayru region to make sure he wasn’t being watched. All that he could see was the occasional bird and lizard going by, so he returned his attention to the spot on the ground in front of him.
It was right here, he remembered; the exact spot where Zelda had her unfortunate mishap after that monster ambush. Time and nature had evaporated any trace of her accident long ago, but the memory was as fresh in his mind as if it had just happened.
He had gotten used to having these flashbacks on his journey, but there was something about this particular memory that made it different from the others. He could almost reach out and wipe a tear off Zelda’s cheek right now, maybe even say a word or two to comfort her in her time of need.
Of course, he knew she wasn’t there. Zelda was still awaiting him in Hyrule Castle, and so was Ganon and the rest of his destiny. Much as he would like to stay here and reminisce, Link had a job to finish. With his cheeks a little rosier than normal, Link put his Shiekah Slate back to his hip and walked off towards Zora’s Domain, letting the scene of her wetting fall into peace once more. Once Zelda was safe, he would have all the time in the world to share memories with her.
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Hi everyone,
I've been on these forums for the past five years but this is the first time I'm contributing something. This is my first attempt at fiction and I'm looking to improve. So I would love to receive criticism and suggestions with regards to the plot. This is only the first chapter for this story. I hope you guys enjoy.
Chapter 1:
Jake hung back as his dad went up to meet Anne. The past three years had managed to kill some of the animosity in this relationship but it was still far from cordial. There was no invitation for coffee and no pleasantries exchanged, merely a stiff handshake and curt nod.
“Hello Anne, I presume you had a good drive on the way up here.” Stated Jake’s father.
“Good enough,.” Replied Anne in an equally cold tone.
Jake himself hadn’t grown fully comfortable with Anne, and this was after almost three years of her being married to Jake’s mother. He really couldn’t blame his dad for how he acted around Anne, if anything he was proud that his father had overcome, or at least suppressed, his initial hatred for the woman.
He stepped forward and hugged his dad before saying goodbye and entering Anne’s car. This was the first time that Anne had come to pick Jake up alone. His mother had had a minor surgery a few weeks ago and wasn’t well enough to travel for the time being. Even though his mother had been with Anne for over three years now, Jake was still somewhat awkward around her. Initially he had blamed her for his parent’s divorce, never outright, but he’d thought it. But he had been younger then, at 13 years of age he didn’t know better, and although over the years that particular notion had evaporated some of the awkwardness had lingered. Jake saw his father in the rear view mirror shrinking as they pulled away from the house. He buckled in and prepared for an unusually silent car ride. His lack of sleep the night before and the monotone music on the radio acted as catalysts, putting him to sleep before they’d even hit the highway.
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Anne had never been good with kids, and when she had married a woman who had a thirteen year old son she was not sure she’d do so well with him. She was twenty-eight when she married Judy, a full ten years younger than her now wife, so she was sure she wouldn’t be able to have a motherly relationship with Jake. The first six months had been especially rough, Jake had insisted on living with his father and some of Brendan’s attitude had seeped over into the son, who’d been very cold to Anne in the beginning. It took almost a full year of the monthly visits Jake paid to his mother’s place to finally ease some of the tension between them. And although he’d softened in his hate on Anne, Jake still seemed reserved when around her. The longest time they’d spend together would be these monthly trips down from Brendan’s place, trapped in a car just the three of them. But Judy had always been present to keep the conversation going. Judy played the role of a bridge between Jake and Anne and now Anne was looking at a three hour drive without bridge.
As she looked at Jake she realized the sixteen year old was already starting to fall asleep, she turned the radio down and sped on toward the highway.
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Jake woke with a start, it took a him a few seconds to realize where he was . He looked at Anne who noticed him and asked “Up so soon?” in a cheerful tone.
He took a look at his watch and realized that they’d only been on the road for little over half an hour.
“I can never sleep in the car for too long.” He answered Anne before attempting to stretch a little.
Soon afterward Jake felt a twinge in his bladder. Nothing urgent but it was the need to urinate making itself known, however he was also aware that the need would get quite uncomfortable by the time he eventually reached his mother’s place. He pulled out his phone and tried to ignore the feeling, this was always the best move in these situations ‘get your mind off it and it won’t be a problem’. Jake leaned back and started scrolling through his social media feeds as the car drove on.
In the next 40 minutes his need to urinate worsened. It still wasn’t bad but it was now a constant pressure that kept nagging at him.
“There’s a rest stop coming up, you want to stop and get something to eat?” Anne asked Jake.
“Ugh, not really. I had a late breakfast.” Replied Jake.
“Oh, ok.” Said Anne, sounding a little disappointed.
Jake recognized that Anne wanted to spend some time with him, he also realized that if they’d stopped he’d have had a chance to relieve his bladder, still he had refused. He was in no mood to prolong this trip any more than it had to be.
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Anne had drove for the first 30 minutes of her journey in relative peace. Jake had fell asleep almost immediately after they left and other than the occasional car she had to overtake she had nothing on her mind. Well almost nothing. Anne hadn’t had a chance to use a toilet the entire day and now her bladder was getting uncomfortably full. So when Jake woke up she asked him if they could stop to eat, this would allow her to relieve her bladder and spend some quality time with Jake. Needless to say she was disappointed when he turned the idea down.
Anne drove on with the pressure in her bladder building rapidly, soon the need to pee was constantly poking at her and distracting her. She wished she was alone in the car so that she could hold herself, but if she’d been alone she would have stopped at the rest area they passed a few minutes ago. She pulled her legs closer together and locked her thigh in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure on her bladder. She looked over at Jake for a second and saw that he was busy scrolling away on his phone. What she didn’t notice in the brief moment that she looked at him was the fact that the 16 year old boy had his legs tightly crossed over each other.
In the next half-hour or so her need escalated at an exponential rate, she was now constantly moving her legs and fidgeting around. But with less than hour left before their exit, she reckoned she could deal with the discomfort a little longer. In her concentration she had almost forgot about Jake sitting next to her, until he spoke.
“You think we can stop anytime soon?” he asked.
“Why?” asked Anne, a little too harshly, she immediately caught herself and softened her tone.
“I mean our exit is less than an hour away and there are no more rest areas before then.”
“Oh” accepted Jake in a nervous tone.
Anne looked at Jake again and realized what the problem was, how could she have not seen it already? The boy had one hand lodged in his crotch and had twisted his legs one over the other. He was twitching nervously and had a look of intense concentration on his face. One thing was certain, a bathroom break was needed. But with forty minutes before the nearest exit and a very desperate sixteen year old, she wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.
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Chapter 2:
Jake was now reaching the point where he was finding it hard to sit still. He had no idea how his desperation had gotten to such an extreme stage so quickly, but he needed to do something about it. He looked over to Anne and saw that she was looking at him with concern. He realized that his actions portrayed his current desperate situation very clearly but at this point he was beyond caring.
“Are you sure there isn’t somewhere we can stop , I really need to go to the bathroom.” Even this was an understatement , as Jake had passed the “really need to go” point some time ago.
“There isn’t anything before our exit Jake, can you manage to hold it in a little longer?” Inquired Anne.
This made Jake go red in the face, no matter how dire his need was , it was embarrassing to be asked if you could hold it in. Jake kept his thoughts to himself though and simply redoubled his efforts into holding it.
The pressure quickly grew over the next few minutes and Jake now started to sweat. He constantly had both hands crushed between his thighs whilst he bounced up and down. Soon he felt a tingling sensation in his legs and a mounting pressure originating from his bladder, the two forces met somewhere around his crotch where he lost control for a brief moment and spurted. Piss flowed into his boxers for a couple of seconds before he finally managed to stem the flow. He had lost it, only for a moment , but he had. He was sure the damage was minimal and that it wasn’t showing on his jeans yet, but he dared not check fearing that he might lose control again. Jake decided it was time to dump the bravado and ask for help.
“Anne, can’t you just pull over? I really need to go.” Said Jake.
“Can you hold on for just twenty minutes?” Asked Anne.
“I don’t think I can.” Fessed up Jake.
PSHHHH
Jake lost another long spurt in his pants, he was sure that this one had wet the inside of his thighs.
“ANNE PLEASE PULL OVER!” Jake almost shouted.
Anne recognized the urgency started to pull over to the side of the road
PSHHHH
Jake spurted again, this time the flow lasted longer. He could feel the wetness on his inner thighs and could feel the urine pooling around the base of his boxers wetting his butt. By the time the car came to a stop Jake was leaking a continuous stream which had formed a small puddle under him. As soon as the car halted Jake jumped out and in one fluid motion pulled the zipper down and took his dick out. He faced away from the car and started to piss by the roadside. He went on for at least sixty seconds before he stopped. When he finally did, he turned to see the damage.
Anne was staring wide eyed at the boy who stood there with pants damp to the knees, the car seat had a big stain on it and Jake still hadn’t done up his zipper.
Anne had just witnessed Jake start leaking in the car then get off and continue to leak for a few seconds before he had managed to ‘successfully’ relieve himself .So naturally it was a moment before she could collect her thoughts and muster up words to say to the boy with the drenched pants who now stood facing her.
“Err your fly...” She left the implication hanging.
Jake quickly turned away and pulled his zipper up. The brunt of the damage was on the backside, since most of his accident had happened while seated his entire butt was soaked and the wet streaks ran down to his knees. She felt sorry for the poor boy but her own needs were calling urgently at the moment.
“Oh Jake, you should have told me that you had to go this bad. I would have stopped earlier for you.” Said Anne in a tone filled with sympathy.
“ I didn’t think I had to go this bad at first, and then you said there were no stops and then I just couldn’t …..” Jake hung his head whilst his eyes filled with tears.
“Well its not your fault, accidents can happen to anyone,” Said Anne awkwardly trying to console Jake. But every minute that was wasted here, was a minute that Anne herself was not getting to a bathroom. She realized that Jake probably didn’t want to sit in a puddle of his own urine in piss soaked clothes.
“Jake do you want to change your pants before getting back in? You can sit in the back then for the rest of the way.”
Jake’s only reply was a nod.
Anne popped the trunk and Jake went around back to get his bag from it. Anne also handed him a plastic bag to put his soiled clothes in. He stood in whatever little cover the car provided and peeled off his urine soaked jeans. His boxers were completely soaked , there was barely a dry spot on them. He looked to make sure Anne was looking in the opposite direction before quickly removing his boxers and putting on a new trouser. He was sure that a few passing cars had seen him and wondered why a sixteen year old boy was standing on the side of a highway changing his piss soaked clothes.
"All done?” Asked Anne, interrupting Jake’s thoughts.
Jake nodded and got in the backseat, putting the bag with his wet clothes on the floor of the car. Busy as he was thinking about his own humiliation, Jake had still failed to noticed that Anne looked overly impatient as well.
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I realize that I haven't posted an update in over an year, and that this story probably didn't have that much interest to begin with. But I wanted to write something new and thought that leaving this hanging would be a disservice to anyone who read the first two parts. Bear in mind that I haven't touched this story in over an year so I don't think its turned out all that well but I'll post it here anyway.
Chapter 3:
Jake had taken the seat directly behind Anne when he got back in the car, so he no longer had a clear view of her. Anne recognized this immediately and ground her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure off her aching bladder as she started driving again.
Anne’s predicament was getting worse by the minute, her need to go had increased exponentially over the past hour and the fact that she could not cross her legs was making her it much worse. A few minutes in she gave in and hiked up her skirt from the front, slid a hand between her legs and started holding herself. With how Jake was positioned he could not see what was going on in the drivers seat, which made Anne’s life a tiny bit easier.
Another half hour into the ride, Anne was almost constantly holding herself and viciously squirming around in her seat. She had needed to pee really badly only a number of times in her adult life, so she could recall them rather easily. The closest she’d gotten to an ‘accident’ was during college when she was on a road trip with some friends and she was hesitant in asking them to stop so she could visit the restroom. But even that time she had been in no real danger of going in her pants. This time was different, she had never had to pee this badly in her life before, and she was still about half an hour away from her home. With no rest areas coming up her best option would be to get off at her exit in about ten minutes and find a place to go before she got home. Anne was not excited about the idea of revealing to Jake that she too was on the verge of wetting herself but at this point pride mattered very little.
Five minutes into the drive she realized that she might not make it to the highway exit at all. This realization came in the form of a hot jet of piss shooting through her pee hole and wetting her panties. She instantly placed her hand, which she removed moments earlier, back between her legs and ground her thighs together. Anne was thankful that she had worn a loose skirt today, well as thankful as one can be when on the verge of wetting yourself in your car. She raised her butt slightly and hiked up her skirt from underneath herself, collecting it almost entirely around her waist. She sat back down, with her panties and her hand the only things between her overstretched bladder and her seat.
Two minutes down the line Anne lost another spurt into her panties, whilst only the second one it had been a long one. The crotch of her panties was now completely soaked and her hand had collected a lot of liquid as the first drops of her urine dripped onto the seat underneath her. Anne was frantic by this point. She realized that there was no hope of making it to a bathroom and her only other option was to stop the car and squat on the roadside with her already wet panties. She wasn’t particularly fond of this idea either with Jake being in the backseat, but both her options and her time was limited. Before she could make a decision she was interrupted by another spurt, this one didn’t feel short however. Hot pee shot out of Anne’s tortured pee hole and wet everything beneath her. She could feel it flowing through her hands, wetting her panties and the seat beneath her, it collected underneath her soaking into the seat and wetting her butt. As long as the spurt had seemed and as much damage as it had done, the it had lasted no longer than ten seconds, which meant that it was not even a fraction of the piss that Anne’s bladder was still holding.
Anne realized that she had lost the battle on both ends, not only had she ended up wetting herself and her seat, but her need to pee had barely been reduced. Stopping now to go pee wasn’t an option since she would have to go to a public toilet with piss clearly dripping off her panties and legs. And she was sure she wouldn’t be able to wait until she got home either. All the while she thought of what to do she was constantly losing the battle with her bladder, with small leaks coming every few seconds now, further wetting her seat and her ass. It seemed like her decision had been made for her, by her bladder.
The car already smelled like urine from Jake’s accident and Anne had popped the car windows as a result of the smell. The noise created by traveling on a highway with open windows meant that Jake was oblivious to the fact that a 31 year old woman was having a peeing accident in the front seat. Anne’s tired urethra now released pent up urine into her already wet panties and her already wet set. She could feel the wetness creep up her butt and seep in between her thighs. The seat could not absorb the pee as fast as Anne was wetting so she had to control her pace lest it spill over from her seat and fall to the floor of the car, something that would definately make Jake aware of what was happening. So Anne peed in little intervals, she would create a puddle in her seat and then hold the pee back so the seat would have a chance to absorb the liquid, then she would go again. She did this until she had emptied more than half of her bladder.
Her seat was now COMPLETELY soaked and had reached its maximum capacity, anymore pee and it would spill over to the floor. Her light blue panties were now a much deeper shade all the way through. And even though Jake was still unaware of her accident she had gone completely red at the thought of what she had just done.
As soon as they got home Anne told Jake to to go and greet his mother while she parked the car around back. As soon as Jake was out of the car she removed her soaking panties and retrieved the towel from the backseat that Jake had used to dry himself with. She wiped her legs and butt as best as she could and stepped out of the car, letting her skirt fall around her, now relatively dry, body. She still smelled like piss but she could attribute the smell to Jake’s accident. Finding cover behind the shed in their yard, Anne squatted down in the grass and emptied the rest of her bladder out in the open. Confident that Judy would not be able to tell that Anne had had an accident she walked into her home, with Judy now consoling a teary Jake about his accident.
At least she had an excuse to get the car detailed first thing in the morning.
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Note i am not a good author by any means but i do think this "story" that i am in the works of making is somewhat decent. I apologize if there isn't enough diaper nor wetting in it and too much messing but i will try and write the other 2 chapters soon (maybe) i plan on making c2 and 3 balanced between wet solid and diaper usage based on what you leave in the comments. with that said Enjoy :DBack in college me and 9 other girls in our senior year who lived on the same block of the apartment complex and had some lesbionic tendencies, had become friends after we would throw after test block parties when we did well. One night after midterms we had a party and there was some idiot who messed with our punch and things became a shit show in a literal sense because everyone was messing themselves as if they hadn't pooped in a week then couldn't hold the log back anymore. College was coming to an end soon and we all wanted to stay together after college was over and most of us had different majors so it was going to be difficult for example I was an English major. But we came into some luck when one of the girl's uncles died and he happened to have a giant secluded lake house in Wisconsin. We collectively decided to buy the property and share the property and do whatever we wanted on our own but once a year we would go there for 2 weeks and party, gossip and do stupid stuff that would make us better friends. A year later after we had all graduated we finally got together and we all had the 2 weeks for ourselves at this cabin and we decided to play a game called truth to all to bond with each other. This game how we set it up is we would all make a yes or no questions and put them in a bucket then someone would draw a question out of a bucket and read then it went around in a circle and we all answered yes or no and then the person who drew had to reveal something else that related to the question that is highly embarrassing along with their yes or no answer. Well, it was my turn and I grabbed probably the most personal question there was which was “Did anyone else get turned on by what happened at the punch accident party?”. And as it went around the circle everyone had said yes, some said it with an embarrassed look on their face others with confidence. Now everyone was looking at me for my answer and my embarrassing detail, so I confidently said Yes and then I told them I had a very enjoyable rest of my night as I used my vibrator. But they were not pleased with my answer and 6 of the other girls whispered to each other and demanded I tell in full detail what happened that night since nobody was giving good answers and I had the idea to play this game. I told them that after I started seeing people dropping their drinks, putting one hand on their stomach and the other on their ass as they suddenly bent over and shat themselves in despair I got confused. Shortly after I started realizing what was happening I started running home to the other side of the block to my apartment. I got right to the door when a powerful sharp urge to fart overwhelmed me as I froze in front of my door and I was unable to move without losing control. I decided to take a deep breath and try and let out a fart to relieve the pressure and so I did slowly for a few seconds then I felt a tingling sensation as a small mass crept out of my butt hole and made me clench up as there was a turd stuck between my butt checks that I was trying to keep from falling down into my panties. With some pressure released I was able to slowly move again, so I unlocked and opened my door and took off my shoes as I suddenly felt imaginable turned on by the firm yet squishy turd between my butt cheeks. so I walked to my room and as I knelled down to grab my vibrator but as I knelled I had momentarily unclenched and let more poop out and now it felt like there was a large warm ball of play dough between my butt cheeks. I pause for a moment and look at everyone staring at me a few of them awkwardly and others look like they are really getting into this story so I get back to it. I grab my vibrator, now turned on like a car engine, and start slowly walking to my bathroom as thoughts in my head are popping up like how amazing it will feel if I just relax and let go cloud my mind. I continue to head towards the good bathroom in my house so I go to the basement stairs but as I walk down step by step I feel the pressure becoming greater and greater and I clench every muscle in my crotch as hard as I can, then feel such an amazing sensation and realize I clenched wrong and the warm turd between my butt cheeks squished its way out and into my panties. I get to the bathroom with my panties now soiled and my vagina moist as fuck, I slip off my shirt, shorts, and socks as I very slowly go and lay in the bathtub. I sit down in the bathtub on the turd in my panties and moan as it pushes back up between my butt cheeks and attempts to go back in me, almost at my limit of what I can prevent from going in or out I collect myself and lean back in my bathtub thinking about how I should do this. I decide to try and let it out in short burst, I take a few deep breaths and collect myself then start rubbing my pussy as I let a burst of super squishy warm poop slip out in desperation and I moan in pleasure but I am not near done I clench as hard as I can and push at the same time to create a feel of ultimate desperation as I fill my panties with semi-solid poop and masturbate with my vibrator. I lose control and hot liquid shit flows uncontrollably out of me as it fills my panties to their limit then leaks out onto the bathtub and I start to lean forward and backwards as I am close to orgasming to squish the poop back into my butt for double penetration and it feels so unimaginably good as I start suddenly moaning uncontrollably as I approach my climax and have the best orgasm I have ever had, the end. I look around the circle and everyone looks amazed by my story and I sarcastically ask if that was detailed enough and then we continue on with the game they agreed it was a damn good story.One of the girls thought that I should ask a yes or no question of my choosing since I gave a good answer but this time I didn't have to give a big answer. Since the party has anyone started occasionally pooping themselves and masturbating to it? 7 out of the 9 other girls admitted they have and the two others admitted they had wanted to. Then we continued on with the game and About 15 minutes later we collectively decide that this game had gotten boring and we need to think of a new activity or a side activity and one that could last us the week. We started thinking about what we all liked and then I thought I’d suggest that we have a holding contest and last person to poop wins since we all enjoy or want to do it. Everyone was a bit skeptical at first but I managed to make them agree that that was a good idea. So then we discussed the rules and decided that when we needed to shower we would go to the shower house that didn't have any toilets and if we had to piss we would just piss over the shower drain.when we took showers since there are 3 stalls and 9 of us there would always be 3 people in at the same time so if anyone shat in the shower house there will be 2 witnesses. We also decided that nobody was allowed into the bathrooms until they pooped their bikini’s . What constitutes a loose is if anyone poops at all. We all decided for fun when someone loses we all have to go outside with 3 people recording from different angles and record the loser drop the full load or most of the load in their bikini (fast or slow or whatever way they want to to enjoy it) and the videos we would use for personal use if needed. After you dropped your load in your bikini outside you will go into the bathroom of shame as we called it which was an oddly well soundproof, master bathroom that was somewhat near the entrance of the house where we would “do what would need to be done” after we lost. We also decided to make a punishment so everyone would try their hardest and you would have to wear a diaper until the day after the contest was over and you were not allowed to change. If you were caught cheating or sabotaging you would have the normal lose punishment but you had to take half doses of laxatives daily and sleep in a tent outside and were not allowed to change until the two weeks were over or until we felt bad. And lastly to even the playing field we would all shit tonight and start the competition in the morning. ... to be continued
hope you enjoyed my first story theirs more to come if you want ill only know what yall think about it if you comment honestly.
note also i don't entirely know where to post this or if this is even the correct place to put it mods tell me where to put it if this is the wrong place
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Rory was happy. It had been a long and busy week for the senior honor student but today was Friday and she had the whole weekend to look forward to. As the pretty and popular brunette drove to school that sunny and crisp November morning, she had a lot on her mind. As she pulled into the student parking lot at Chilton Academy that morning she gulped down some more coffee. Rory just loved her coffee. Rory considered herself a morning person but that was only after she had her coffee -- that is, lots and lots of coffee. And, as she regularly did, she had a large coffee with her as she drove to school this morning.
As she parks and steps out of her car, she carefully straightens her blouse and uniform skirt and checks herself in her car mirrors. Chilton Academy is an elite private school with very strict rules and the school uniform is one of them. The last thing she wants on this Friday morning -- with the whole weekend to look forward to -- is to get in trouble at school. Traffic had been light and the drive to school was unusually easy that morning. Accordingly, Rory still has a good bit of coffee left in her big gulp that morning. As she grabs her books and heads through the parking lot, she decides to finish her coffee on the way. As that coffee does it’s magic in bringing Rory back to life that morning, and Rory heads into school, she is definitely feeling good on this beautiful Autumn Friday.
But suddenly, Rory’s bliss is interrupted by the shrill voice of the Assistant Headmistress. “Miss Gilmore!, what is that I see?” she asks Rory, a tinge of anger in her voice. Rory is startled at first and isn’t sure what Mrs. Smith is talking about. But then she realizes that she still has her coffee cup in her hand. Rory had unfortunately forgotten to finish her coffee in the parking lot and throw the cup away before she entered the school. “I’m sorry, Ma’am,” she quickly tells the Assistant Headmistress, “I wasn’t thinking -- I guess I just forgot to get rid of it before I came in.” But Mrs. Smith, who is in charge of discipline at Chilton, was a stickler for the rules and she wasn’t about to let it slide that easily.
“Obviously, you know that there are rules against food and drink outside the cafeteria,” Mrs. Smith lectures her, “As I recall, you’ve been spoken to about this several times before.” “Yes, Ma’am,” Rory acknowledges, obviously hoping that contrition mixed with her record of usually exemplary behavior, will buy her some leniency. That and the fact that drinking coffee in the school hallway hardly seems to be a grievous offense. But Mrs. Smith, in addition to being strict, has a good memory. She knows that Rory has been caught with coffee like this several times before. “You’ve been warned about this several times before, haven’t you?” she asks Rory, but it’s more a rhetorical question than anything else. “Yes, Ma’am,” Rory, once again, obediently answers. She realizes that Mrs. Smith is annoyed, but this hardly being a serious offense, she remains hopeful that another warning -- perhaps a sterner warning this time -- will suffice. But Mrs. Smith has other ideas.
“Obviously, this has become a bad habit with you,” she tells Rory in a stern tone, “Apparently, you need a reminder to help you remember where food and drink are allowed and not allowed at this school.” Mrs. Smith then directs that Rory follow her. At first, the pretty and popular senior doesn’t know where they are going, but she has a feeling she isn’t going to like it. Rory follows her down the hall to the classroom across from the Headmaster’s office. Officially, it’s “Classroom 0” but everyone knows it simply as “The Punishment Room.” In a nutshell, it was where girls were taken to be punished. They used it for Detention, In-School Suspension, and for various other disciplinary matters. Rory wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen next, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like it.
“I’m sorry Rory, but you’ve been previously warned about your coffee drinking outside the school cafeteria,” Mrs. Smith lecture here, “And obviously you’ve been warned about more than once.” She then points to a desk in the room and tells Rory to sit down. “I’m not saying it’s a serious offense, but it’s obviously a lesson you’ve yet to learn,” Mrs. Smith lectures her, “And obviously just speaking to you about it isn’t going to solve the problem.” The Assistant Headmistress then turns and picks up a piece of chalk. She writes on the blackboard, “I will not drink coffee or consume any other food and beverage outside the cafeteria at Chilton Academy again.” She then tells Rory that for punishment, she’ll have to write that sentence 100 times.
While obviously not intending to be disrespectful, Rory can’t help but give Mrs. Smith a look. She can’t even remember the last time she had to write lines for punishment. “Don’t you think that’s rather juvenile?” she asks Mrs. Smith. “Well, it’s pretty juvenile, don’t you think, to keep forgetting that food and drink is not allowed outside the cafeteria,” she suggests, “But I’m hoping that after writing it 100 times, you’re going to remember it next time.” “And if you don’t remember,” Mrs. Smith further suggests, “Next time we’ll have to make it 500 times.” Rory is annoyed both at being punished for this at all and especially at having to write lines like a grade schooler. But she’s smart enough to know that sometimes it’s pointless to argue and she knows that this is one of those times. And as juvenile as her punishment may be, 100 times isn’t all that bad and the last thing she wants to do is make it worse by arguing.
But before getting down to it, Rory has got some other business -- some suddenly urgent business -- that she needs to take care of first. “Um….Mrs. Smith?” Rory asks as she raises her hand, “May I please go to the girls’ room?” This time it’s Mrs. Smith giving Rory an annoyed look. She doesn’t actually tell Rory “no” verbally, but with that look on her face she doesn’t need to. But Rory doesn’t feel like she can wait. “Please, Mrs. Smith , I really need to use the lavatory,” the pretty brunette pleads, “Please ma’am -- I really need to go now.” But the strict Assistant Headmistress just isn’t buying it. “I’m sure you went when you first got up this morning,” Mrs. Smith tells her, “That couldn’t have been all that long ago.” “A girl your age ought to be able to hold it in much longer than that,” she explains to Rory, “Maybe you might be uncomfortable for a little while, but I certainly think you can wait until after you finish your lines.” Perhaps Mrs. Smith has a point (and Rory not only went when she first got up this morning but she went again before she left for school), but given all the coffee Rory drank this morning, she really does need the toilet again. She tries to explain all this to Mrs. Smith, but the Assistant Headmistress not only is unsympathetic to her plight, but actually kind of like the poetic justice involved in this situation.
“Maybe if you hadn‘t drunk so much coffee this morning you wouldn‘t have to go to the bathroom again so soon,” she suggests to the pretty honor student, “Perhaps you should consider that maybe your coffee drinking habit has gotten bit out of hand if it has a girl your age constantly running back and forth to the bathroom.” “Maybe you should seriously think about much coffee you are drinking, Rory,” Mrs. Smith further suggests, “First it lands you in the punishment room writing lines and now it’s giving you issues with controlling your bladder.” That -- especially that latter statement -- annoys Rory. Obviously (at least to Rory) it isn’t so much that she has trouble controlling her bladder -- it’s just that she needs to go quite frequently. But rather than argue with her on that point, Rory simply pleads her case about needing the bathroom. “Please ma’am, I guess it is all that coffee I drank, but I really do have to go,” Rory pleads, “Please ma’am, I really don’t want to have an accident.” But Mrs. Smith scoffs at that notion. “Somehow I think you‘re going to be able to hold it in,” she tells Rory, “Just because you’re uncomfortable holding it in, doesn’t mean you’re going to have an accident.” “You just sit there and hold it while you write your 100 sentences,” Mrs. Smiths orders her sternly, “Let that be another incentive not to be drinking coffee in the hallways again.” “If you really have to go as bad as you say, I suggest you get started,” she says, pointing the paper on Rory’s desk, “The sooner you finish your lines, the sooner you get to the go to the girls’ room.”
Rory has no choice but to pick up her pen and get to work. As her bladder continues to push for relief, Rory tries to remind herself that it’s only 100 times and it really shouldn’t take all that long to finish. She actually WANTS to believe what Mrs. Smith said -- specifically, that she’ll be uncomfortable holding it in, but, at her age, she can certainly hold it in long enough to avoid actually having an accident. But Rory quickly realizes that though only 100 times, it’s a particularly long sentence to write and it’s taking a lot longer than she expected. And trying to maintain control over a painfully full bladder while doing it, certainly isn’t making it any easier. As more and more of coffee makes it’s way through her system and into her already suffering bladder, it’s just getting worse and worse for Rory. As she sits and writes, it rapidly goes for uncomfortable to very uncomfortable to downright painful. Rory keeps trying to remind herself that she’s too old to wet herself, but now she seriously starts to question whether she’s going to make it to the toilet or not. And that, along with the writer’s cramp that’s she’s only starting to experience, is only serving to make it even longer that she has to wait.
Still, only halfway done, Rory was beyond desperate -- a few squirts of pee having already escaped into her panties. She once again pleads with Mrs. Smith to let her go. “Please Mrs. Smith, PLEASE!” Rory pleads, “I really have to go bad.” “I can’t wait -- I really have to go now,” she pleads further, now almost crying, “Please, Mrs. Smith -- please don’t make me wet myself.” Rory isn’t sure whether Mrs. Smith believes her and is just being cruel or whether Mrs. Smith believes that she is being over-dramatic. Rory only knows that she’s desperate and Mrs. Smith isn’t letting her go. “You’re NOT going to wet yourself,” Mrs. Smith tells her, matter-of-factly, “You better NOT have an accident in here, Rory.”
Rory’s bladder, however, seems to have other ideas. As she goes back to writing, she only feels more and more desperate. More and more squirts of pee escape beyond her control and each squirt seems to last longer and longer before Rory can regain control. “You’re 18 years old, Rory,” Mrs. Smith reminds her, “If you really can’t hold it in through 100 lines, you really do need to think about how much coffee you are drinking.” “And we are really going to have a problem if you have an accident here,” she tells Rory, sternly. But Rory realizes that she really does have a problem now. At this point, she’s not even actually holding it in. With squirt after squirt escaping as it is, she’s only wetting her pants slower than if she’d completely lose control and pee all at once.
Most girls her age would simply get up and go to the girls’ room in spite of not having permission to do so. But the impeccably behaved Rory isn’t typically one to defy her teachers. Still, the squirts of pee are gradually wetting her panties worse and worse and Rory begins to realize that she’s probably only moments away from completely losing it and totally flooding those panties. So far, with only squirts in her panties, she knows she can hide it from the others. But with the flood that she knows is coming, and if that comes in her panties rather than the toilet, they’ll be no way to maintain her dignity. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Smith but I really have to do now and there’s NOW and there’s no way I can hold it,” Rory tells the Assistant Headmistress. And as Rory says that she gets out of her seat and starts toward the door. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t ……………….,” Rory starts to say as she takes a few steps toward the door. Rory doesn’t even get to finish the sentence -- those few steps are enough to swing open the flood gates. It’s as if the girl’s bladder simply had a mind of it’s own and just decided that it had been held long enough.
Suddenly, Rory finds herself standing there with warm pee running down both legs. It starts just gushing out into her panties and her panties -- a bit wet already from the squirts it absorbed earlier -- simply can’t absorb any more. As the warm pee flows freely now from the poor girl’s bladder, it rolls in two steady streams all the way down to her socks and shoes. In no time at all, even Rory’s socks can’t absorb the flow and a puddle of pee starts forming at her feet. Rory at first tries to clamp down the flow but when she realizes that it’s pointless only prolonging her agony, she just lets go completely and lets the warm pee flow. Humiliating as it is, she can’t deny that the feeling of relief -- after holding it in as painfully long as she did -- is quite sweet in it’s own way. Rory -- at 18 and pretty much a full-grown adult -- just stands there in front of the Assistant Headmistress at her school, freely wetting herself. I suppose it would be worse if she were wearing jeans or pants rather than a skirt, but the flow is so great and the coffee-induce pee so voluminous, that even standing up, the skirt begins to take up some of the flow. Rory stands there in a trance-like state in a strange combination of utter humiliation and sweet relief as the warm pee continues to flow freely down both her legs.
“Stop it, Stop It -- Stop it, NOW!,” Mrs. Smith yells at her, suddenly drawing Rory back to the reality of what is going on. But even if Rory could stop it, what would be the point now. Eventually, the pee slows to only a trickle and by now, Rory does get a hold of herself and her bladder. But by this point, the puddle on the floor beneath her is such that it’s hard to believe that it all came from only one person. As Rory more and more regains her senses -- with Mrs. Smith yelling at her the whole time -- she starts to fully feel the humiliation of what she’s just done. She then runs crying from the room. With her bladder now all but completely empty, it may seem pointless to now run for the girls’ room, but what else is a girl to do in a situation such as this.
In the girls’ room, in a stall, Rory quickly takes off her skirt, pulls down her sopping wet panties and sits crying on the toilet. Suddenly, she’s aware of her rather urgent to do a bowel movement and Rory does that right there. With all the pressure on her bladder, she was unaware of needing to go #2, as well. Rory can only be thankful that she didn’t also do that in her panties. As bad as wetting herself was, she knows that having an accident the other way would have been even worse. Suddenly, the bell rings ending first period that morning. As the girls’ room fills with girls between class periods, Rory just sits there on the toilet trying to be inconspicuous. The four minute passing time passes without incident and by the time the bell rings again, Rory is once again alone in the bathroom. Mrs. Smith comes to check on her. She knocks on Rory’s stall door and tells her to take care of herself and then return to finish the punishment writing assignment. She admonishes Rory for being “immature” in wetting herself. The comment enrages Rory -- well, as enraged as the mild-mannered Rory can get -- but she’s still too distraught and embarrassed to respond.
Taking the toilet paper Rory, of course, wipes herself from the bowel movement. She then takes more toilet paper and dries herself. That’s a bigger job than usual, of course, as she has to dry herself down both thighs all the way to her feet. Her socks are wet, too, but she can’t worry about that now. Naked from the waist, she takes her skirt over the hot-air hand dryers and dries it as best she can. Fortunately, no one comes into the girls’ room while she does. Her first thought is to do the same with her panties. But the thought of putting her thoroughly peed-in panties back on, is repulsive to her. The skirt was only wet in spots whereas the panties were thoroughly soaked with pee. Instead, she just puts her panties in the garbage can, carefully covering them with other garbage. Putting her skirt back on, she decides to go “commando” for the rest of the day. Fortunately -- it being Friday -- she doesn’t have gym class today.
Returning back to the punishment room, Mrs. Smith seems annoyed at Rory for taking so long in the bathroom. Rory feels like telling her that it wouldn’t have taken so long if she had just been allowed to go to the girls’ room when she needed to, but she wisely holds her tongue. In the meantime, Mrs. Smith had gotten a mop and a janitor’s was bucket. Mrs. Smith then makes Rory mop up her puddle on the floor. Rory is even more amazed now at the volume pee she left on the floor. That done, Rory quickly gets back to work on her 100 times. With the pressure of holding her bladder now relieved, Rory is able to focus entirely on the writing and she gets that done in due course. That done, Rory is given a pass to return to class, but not before Mrs. Smith orders her to report to her after school for detention.
Returning to class, Rory remains optimistic that she can still keep her wetting accident a secret from the other kids. She doesn’t think anyone saw her running for the bathroom in her wet skirt and checking her skirt now, it shows no signs of having been wet. But Chilton is a small school and somehow the word gets around. I guess the news of a girl Rory’s age wetting herself in school is just too big to keep a secret. Rory is about as well liked as anyone could possibly be, but this is just one of those things that the others can’t help but tease someone about. Rory spends most of her lunch period crying in the girls’ room from the teasing she gets and the shame it brings. When she goes to pee later, some other girls applaud her for using the toilet. And on top of all of this, Mrs. Smith still wants to see her for detention after school. Maybe, Rory begins to wonder, Mrs. Smith wants to apologize for not letting her go to the girls’ room when she obviously had to go quite badly.
But reporting to Mrs. Smith after school, Rory finds that not only is the Assistant Headmistress unwilling to apologize, but even angrier than before. In fact, she blames Rory for wetting herself. “Needless to say, I’m very disappointed in you, Rory,” Mrs. Smith lectures her, “I really hope that you’re thoroughly ashamed of yourself for what you did.” For Rory, it’s like adding insult to injury. “Chilton Academy has very high standards, young lady,” Mrs. Smith continues to lecture her, “Obviously, we don’t allow students to wet themselves here.” Rory just stands there too stunned to even speak. Was Mrs. Smith really blaming Rory for wetting herself? Did she somehow think that Rory had done it on purpose? Did she really not know that Rory would give just about anything to erase the humiliation of what happened to her today? “How old are you, Rory?” she asks rhetorically, “Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be wetting your pants?” Her harsh words reduce the usually articulate Rory to tears.
Mrs. Smith doesn’t actually make her stay for detention -- Chilton doesn’t normally have detentions on Friday afternoons -- but instead hands her a sheet of paper. Written across the top of the paper is the sentence, “I must learn to maintain better control of my bodily functions in school.” Rory just stands there stunned as Mrs. Smith explains that instead of detention, Rory is going to have to do another writing assignment. This time, though, the punishment is going to be 500 times. “Write your 500 times over the weekend and hand it in first thing Monday morning,” she tells Rory, “And have your mother sign it, too.” “Maybe next time, you‘ll think twice before you make a puddle on my floor,” Mrs. Smith continues, “And if it’s not on my desk by first period Monday morning, it’s going to be 1,000 times.” Rory wants to argue but, recalling what was undoubtedly the most shameful moment of young life, she can’t seem to form the words. Besides, arguing would have probably gotten her the 1,000 times then and there.
At home, Rory goes to work writing her 500 lines. She thinks not only about wetting herself in school but how this weekend that she looked so forward to had turned into this. The punishment assignment, of course, takes up a good portion of her weekend. By Sunday night, she can just about write that stupid sentence in her sleep. She’s embarrassed to show her mom her sentences but her mom not only doesn’t blame Rory for wetting herself but instead blames the school for not letter her daughter go when she needed to. The only thing she’s actually mad at Rory for, is wasting her time writing those sentences when she hadn’t really done anything wrong. It actually takes Rory some time to calm her mother down and to convince her not to make an issue of it with the school. “That‘s the last thing I want, mom,” Rory pleads with her, “Please mom -- I just want everyone to forget about it.”
Lorelei eventually accedes to her daughter’s wishes. But still, it’s going to be a long, long, LONG time before ANYONE forgets about poor Rory just peeing herself in the punishment room that day. |
There is a list of people I’d like to thank before we get to the story.
I’d like to thank @Bulge_Lover for being my editor and inspiring me to write medieval themed stories. Had it not been for him, I would have never taken to writing about medieval stuff. He has always been there for me and motivated me whenever I needed it. Thank you so much my friend! Your advice has always proved to be helpful. Thank you so much for everything. It wouldn’t have been possible without you!
I’d like thank @KozmoFox for reviewing my work when it was still at a nascent stage. Thank you so much! You are an inspiration and your guidance was really helpful! I got to learn so much from you. Thank you! It wouldn’t have been possible without you!
Thank you @OmoCommando for editing the first part of this story for me. You were truly kind and helpful and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me with my work.
I’d like to thank @holditin for always inspiring me with his works and giving me the strength to believe that I can write whatever I love to write. Thank you so much buddy! You truly are an inspiration!
And in the end, I’d like to thank @full-bladder12 for always motivating me and pushing me to keep writing omorashi! Thank you so much for supporting my work! I owe you big time! Thank you!
Coming to the story, it is the sequel to my previous work, A Song of Swords, which I’m sure some of you might have read. It has a medieval setup which means it highly underlines the medieval practice of violence, though I promise you it was all necessary for the story. The story is built upon the base of the great fantasy works famous throughout the world, which will be evident once you begin the journey. These great works of literature have always inspired me and I’ve always wanted my work to be a reflection of them. I hope I’ve done justice to the great writers who have written these stories and to my readers as well.
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The Rains Of War
CHAPTER- I
THE CITY OF THE GODS
The loud cry of warhorns, the screech and thud of catapults tossing stones, the crashes and splinters, the crackle of burning pitch, the fling of scorpions releasing their iron headed shafts, the ceaseless clangour of bells... and with it all, the cries of dying men.
The sounds of battle pervaded the halls of the King’s Fort, where in a bunker the trestle tables were filled with the highborn ladies of the city, along with a handful of old men and young boys. The Queen had promised they all would be safe here.
She sat on the high dais with her son, Prince Iwan. Her gown had a shade of green, like the colour of the sea after a storm. Her hair was tied in a bun and around her slender neck hung a rope of diamonds and emeralds. She signalled for her mug of beer to be refilled while the others quietly went at their broth. They had been here since morning, since the first report of the advancing enemy had reached the castle, praying to the mother as their husbands, sons, fathers, brothers and nephews prepared for battle.
Though silence prevailed in the room, the air was heavy with fear, Queen Charlotte could sense it. If they were to lose this war, the Daltons would not spare even a single one of them.
They had been raiding her father’s lands ever since she had managed to slip out of their clutches almost a year ago. Towns were brutally sacked, the buildings burned, the bodies of men, women and children butchered in the streets and left as fodder for rats and carrion crows. The long struggle had left the Torrington forces tired, beaten and broken trying to defend their lands from the enemy’s incessant onslaught.
For long now, the Queen had worried about what would happen if Lord Reynard decided to march for Godswick. There was nothing to stop him from taking the city and the throne, and now all her fears were coming true. The attack she had dreaded for so long was at last at hand.
The news of the approaching Dalton army had incited terror in the city streets. Thousands of smallfolk had streamed out the city gates in these past few days, carrying their children and their worldly possessions on their backs to seek safety in the country side, while others dug pits and tunnels under their hovels, dark clammy holes where they hoped to hide whilst the city burned.
Riots had broken out all over the city as mobs surged through the streets, looting as they went. Hundreds died in stampedes, women were raped, and young ones had been plucked from their mothers’ breasts. The city guard lost over a hundred of their men trying to control the crowd.
The Queen had ordered the city gates to be closed and barred days ago, sending watchmen to the walls and dispatching pigeons to Longford, carrying a message for her brother Walter, pleading him to come to her aid at once.
As well, she had commanded pigeons to be sent to all the lords loyal to the crown, summoning them to the defence of their Queen, but most of them were afraid to stand against the Daltons and those who weren’t had already been put to sword. The city stood defenceless, like a lamb before a pack of wolves and the fate of the crown now rested in the hands of the almighty.
The broth was followed by a salad of diced red-skinned apples, celery, grapes, chopped walnuts and yogurt. However scared, the guests ate whatever was served to them, though not the Queen, her plate was left untouched.
After the salad came roast fowl, served along with frumenty and cabbage pottage, trailed by mutton roasted with leeks and carrots, served in trenchers of hollowed bread along with chicken covered with yolks and sprinkled with spices.
The war raged outside the city walls till late at night. Thousands lost their lives, some only their arms or legs. The city was an image of blood, mud, fire and smoke. Arrows, rocks, screams and curses flew freely in the air.
The guardians of the city fought bravely till the wee hours of morning but when the tide of the battle started turning in favour of the Daltons, their courage deserted them. Many threw down their weapons and ran, many yielded, but the most devastating blow to the city came when the captains commanding the twelve gates were murdered by their own men. A bit of coin had weakened the loyalty of those who were thought to be the city’s protectors.
The city gates were opened to the Dalton army. For all the vaunted strength of its walls, Godswick fell in less than a day.
A bloody fight waged at one of the gates where a few knights and men-at-arms still loyal to the crown tried to fight the enemies and hold against attacks both from inside the city and out, but their courage was for vain as Lord Reynard’s army poured in through the other gates unmolested. The realization that they were vastly outnumbered took the heart out of the Queen’s men.
When they saw that resistance was futile, the members of the royal council surrendered the keys to the castle, bowing their heads in defeat, and ordered the knights and men-at-arms to lay down their swords.
Though he had conquered the city, Lord Reynard’s triumph was far from complete.
The Dalton soldiers stormed the castle and killed everyone they could find. But when they broke down the doors of the bunker they only found a flock of frightened women. The Queen had fled with her son, along with the knights Barnabus Ricaud, Mark Ambrose, and Robyn Hawksworth of the Queensguard. Not even the members of the council seemed to know where they had gone, and none had seen them pass through the city gates.
CHAPTER- II
WELCOME
Rain lashed at Charlotte's face as she spurred her horse across the swollen stream. Beside her, Sir Mark gave the reins a tug and his mount neighed in response.
A cold wind made the trees dance and sent the wet leaves flapping around them. She looked back at Iwan and hoped he could keep up. Though the Prince was now all of eleven, he still was not a good rider even in fair weather, and a whole day of rain had left the ground muddy with hidden rocks.
The wind brought the water right into Charlotte’s eyes. Her wet clothes clung to her sodden and itching, her butt sore after the long ride. The sound of steady wash of rain against leaves filled her ears. It was mid-afternoon, yet the forest seemed as dark as dusk.
All the beer and water she had drunk since yesterday sloshed inside her cavernous bladder, yet she rode on without a thought of it. Even now she felt no more than a slight urge for relief. The cold air made her shivery and her fingers felt stiff, she longed for a fire and a little tea to warm her.
They wove a path between rocks and puddles, past great oaks, grey-green sentinels, and black-barked ironwoods. In places the branches wove a canopy overhead and she found a moment's respite from the drumming of the rain against her head.
From a distance, she could see the massive walls and stout towers of Tilsworth. Green banners flew from its battlements, displaying the graceful golden deer of its lord. Lord Gilbert Furnival had been a loyal support to her father and had followed him into many wars without doubts or questions. She knew he would protect her and her son.
When they got close enough a knight rode out to meet them. His armour was grey, but his cloak was the rippling green and black of Tilsworth. “Who goes there? State your purpose.”
“Sir Mark Ambrose, with Her Highness Queen Charlotte and Prince Iwan,” the Queensguard answered.
The knight lifted his visor. “I thought the lady looked familiar. It is a pleasure to have you both here, my Queen and my Prince,” he bowed.
“May we enter the castle?” Sir Barnabus asked.
The knight nodded in agreement. “In the name of Robert Furnival, Lord of Tilsworth, I bid you enter freely, and charge you to keep his peace.”
“Robert?” Charlotte’s voice sounded her confusion, “I’m here to meet Lord Gilbert, his father.”
“Forgive my man’s folly, my Queen,” she heard Robert call as he approached, guarded by half a dozen men-at-arms of his own. “My Lord father awaits you inside the castle.” He smiled and bowed. “My apologies he couldn’t be here to greet you, his health keeps him confined to his chambers.”
Her mind found itself restless, her body a victim of fatigue. All she wanted to do now was take a long piss and go to sleep. Dulled by exhaustion, she nodded at Sir Mark.
Stable boys took their horses from there and they walked inside afoot. “This way, if it please you, my Queen,” the Lord showed them the way, “You honour us greatly by being our guest, Your Highness.”
But before she could respond to Lord Robert’s greetings, they came across something in the courtyard they would have never imagined … though Lord Gilbert’s charred corpse was burned beyond all recognition, hanging from the gallows; only by the jade ring he used to wear on his left thumb did Charlotte know him.
The blood drained from the Queen’s cheeks, but young Prince Iwan was the first to realize what it meant. “Mother, run!” he shouted, but it was too late. Lord Robert’s men, over forty strong, fell upon the three Queensguard. An axe took Sir Robyn Hawksworth’s head before his sword could come out of its scabbard, and Sir Barnabus was stabbed through the back with a spear.
Men closed from both sides. Sir Mark Ambrose reached back over his shoulder, ripped his sword from its sheath, and buried the blade in the head of the first man to come at him. Bronze was no match for steel. The blow sheared right through the guard’s helm and deep into his skull, Sir Mark kicked on his shoulder to free his sword, which came out blanketed with blood.
Steel rang on steel as he danced with his sword and corpses fell to his feet, one after the other before a spear pierced through the back of his neck. Blood sprouted from his mouth as he choked with the fall and with him died the last of the Queen’s defenders.
“Sir Mark Ambrose.... the greatest swordsman to ever walk....,” Robert smiled as he looked at the dead bodies lying all around him.
Charlotte pulled her son to her chest,“Why?!” she yelled, tears welling from her eyes, the terror of her life stopping the words in her throat. For a moment she had thought she was safe.
“Sometimes the old must go, to make place for the new. King Reynard is the new lord of the twelve kingdoms and anyone who denies his claim will die, just like my old Lord father did,” Robert stated.
He signalled his guards with his head and they pulled Iwan away from her. “Mother!” he shouted.
“No!” she screamed, trying to fight the men but to no gain. Her son was gone, she could not see him anymore. Where had they taken him? She did not know.
CHAPTER- III
DARK
Her eyes had never starved for light like this ever before. There were no windows, no bed, no goblets made of gold that she was used to. Only darkness.
She remembered walls of black stone, incompletely covered in a blanket of moss, a brownish door of splintered wood, four inches thick and studded with iron. She had seen them, briefly, a quick glimpse as they shoved her inside.
Once the door had slammed shut, she had seen no more. The dark was absolute. She now knew how it might feel to be blind.
The dungeon was under the castle, deeper than she dared imagine. Robert’s face seemed to float before her in the darkness. His shrewd, cunning eyes, his smile reflecting mockery.
She wept when she thought of Iwan, though as silently as she could. The thought of him was as painful as a sword through the heart. She wondered where he was, what he was doing. She wondered whether she would ever see him again.
For how long she had been here she did not know. There was no sun and no moon. Charlotte closed her eyes and opened them; it made no difference. She slept and woke and slept again. She did not know which was more horrifying, waking or sleeping. When she slept, she dreamed of death and blood, and when she woke, all she could think of was about the same.
Her bladder was jutting out of her abdomen now, filled with three days worth of piss. She knew she was in a dungeon, she knew she was alone and no one would see her if she decided to relieve herself here on the floor, but her pride stopped her. She was a lady, and a proper lady always and only relieved herself in a privy or a chamber pot and nowhere else.
She was half-asleep when the footsteps came down the hall. Water, she thought. When the heavy wooden door creaked open, the sudden light was painful to her eyes, though she had grown used to it in this short while.
The gaoler thrust a jug at her. The clay was cool and beaded with moisture. She grasped it with both hands and drank eagerly till it was empty. They brought her water every three to four hours but every time she drank it like she’d been thirsty for days. Something made her throat dry, maybe it was the fear.
“How long..?” she asked weakly.
The gaoler was an ugly man with a pot belly and bald, clad in a mail shirt and a leather half cape. “No talking,” he said as he pulled the jug from her hands.
“Please,” Charlotte said, “my son...,” The door crashed shut. She blinked as the light vanished, lowered her head to her chest, and curled up on the straw. She could no longer tell the difference between waking and sleeping.
For as long as her spirit and strength gave her consent, she begged the man for some word of her son and the world beyond her cell. Grunts and kicks were her only replies. Later, when the stomach cramps began, she begged for food instead.
Though they did not feed her, the gaoler brought her mugs of milk from time to time. One thing was clear to her by now, if Robert wanted her dead, he would have cut her down the moment he saw her. He wanted her alive. Weak, desperate, yet alive. But why?
She lay there on the straw in silence as her bladder swelled further with all the water and milk and all the beer she had before leaving her castle. She ran a hand over her belly and wondered when she’d get to use a privy? Will they ever let her out of here? If not, would she just have to keep holding it?
For long she listened to the sounds of beating and torture from other cells, she listened until she could listen no more to the cries and pleas, begging for the gift of death.
Horror crept under her skin, so much that she lost her sleep. It had been two days since she had eaten, or maybe three. Down here in the dark it was hard to tell. But at least they brought her milk, the other prisoners did not get even that.
But she could feel all the liquid bothering her bladder now. She wondered what fate had in store for her. Would she get out alive? Whenever she closed her eyes, she found herself remembering her husband. All this would have never happened had he been alive.
Suddenly, she heard the sounds outside the dungeon door. It was strange. They had brought her water and milk just a while ago, so she knew this wasn’t that. They were coming to beat her, they would torture her. At once she froze, fearing even to breathe.
She listened in terror, hard as stone, to the scuff of boots and the clanking of iron keys. No, she thought, no, please gods, not me, not me. She did not want to die, not this way.
The sounds were growing louder. Please gods, he isn’t coming for me, she prayed, crouched down in a corner of her cell. Go away, she prayed, go away, pass me by, please, please.
But the footsteps stopped just when they were loudest, and the keys clattered right outside the door. Her hands trembled in horror. “No,” she mumbled, “Noooo.” Her clothes fought with the straw as she tried to push herself into the corner, into the cold damp stone walls.
The sound of the lock turning was the most terrible of all. Torchlight fell across her face as the door creaked open. She shielded her eyes with a hand. And when the man came to stand before her, she let out a shriek. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He was simply too big to be unintimidating and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of clay pots, and his feet in their leather boots were like tree trunks.
She looked at him wide eyed, afraid that he was going to smash her skull open or do something even worse. Charlotte was certain she was going to die tonight but then the giant opened his mouth, “My Queen, don’t be scared,” he bowed down a bit, “I’m Gunther, the kennel master, come with me, I’ll get you out of here” he said.
For a moment she did not believe him. Maybe this was a trap. But how much worse could it get? “My son” her lips trembled, tears flooding her cheeks.
He held out his vast muscular arms to help her up. “Don’t worry, he has escaped,” the giant whispered. “Now come with me before someone sees us.”
The gaoler was dead drunk in a puddle of wine, with his breeches down around his ankles. They quickly climbed the steep dungeon steps, the flame of the torch in Gunther’s hand flickering like a dancer’s hips.
“The Hunter’s Gate has no guards,” he spoke but Queen Charlotte didn’t reply; only looked at him. She walked rigidly, with her thighs slightly pressed together and a hand on her stomach, a sign that she would like to let out her three days worth of urine, but she didn’t let it show and kept her composure strong.
It was a chill dank autumn night. Clouds hid the roof of stars above and wind made the trees dance. It smelled like rain. Charlotte did not know whether that was good or bad for their escape.
No one saw them, and they saw no one, only a black cat creeping along atop the wall. The fires were out, and the castle fast asleep. The postern gate was unguarded, just as he had said. Outside the walls of Tilsworth, a wolf howled long and loud. Gunther lifted the bar, set it aside, and pulled open the heavy oak door, they slipped from the castle and splashed across the stream, stumbling over stones.
Wisps of pale mist threaded between the trees. Sentinels and soldier pines grew thick about here, and there was nothing as dark and gloomy as an evergreen forest.
CHAPTER- IV
A FRIEND INDEED
The rays of the morning sun pierced through the roof of leaves over their heads, showing them the way ahead. Her mount walked forward in the dense forest, beside Gunther’s large garron. They crossed a shallow stream and went deeper into the woods.
Many a times during the cold night that went by, Queen Charlotte had found the moments to close her eyes and sleep, even if it was for short whiles. But the man had been awake since their escape. Only once had he stopped to rest and eat apples that he had carried in a sack.
Charlotte had been fending off her increasing bladder pangs for hours now, trying not to think much of it. Taking a deep breath, she again reminded herself that she had to wait until she got to a privy or a chamber pot, no matter how badly she wanted to go. She knew her bladder was much too large but everyone had their limits. More and more she found herself thinking of emptying her swollen vessel but every time she erased the thought from her mind.
She looked around to take her mind off her need and felt as if she knew the place. “The Enchanted Forest,” she sighed. Of all the tales her Lord father had told her of the place, one she had cherished more than the rest. It told of a monstrous beast that lived in this forest over ten thousand years ago, a lion with the head of a goat arising from its back, and a tail that ended with a snake’s head. Every night the fiend would appear from the forest to hunt people from the nearby village. It killed anyone it could find men, women or children and dragged them back to its den to devour.
To appease the creature, the people of the village fed it two sheep every day. But when they ran out of sheep they started feeding it their children who they would choose through draw. There came a time when the lot fell on the lord’s daughter.The lord, in his grief, told the people they could have all his gold and silver and half of his lands if his daughter were spared but the people refused. The poor girl was sent out to the forest to be fed to the monster.
But just when it appeared from the woods, snarling at the trembling girl, Sir Richard Cantillon, who happened to be riding through, thrust his sword into the beast’s back. A gory battle took place between the knight and the monster which ended when Sir Richard buried his sword into the animal’s stomach. It died, but not before bathing the warrior in a burst of flames that cooked him in his armour.
When she was a child, all Charlotte wanted was to become like Sir Richard Cantillon, strong, valiant and kind. But the older she grew, the more she realized that what she wanted did not matter. What mattered was her father’s name and the honour of their house, what mattered was her husband’s crown and the name it held and what mattered was her son’s life and the throne he was going to sit on. She now knew that her life had never been her own. It had been for others, the ones she loved.
They went on for another hour before in the middle of the dense forest they came upon a small hut with a chimney that had smoke coming out of it.
Gunther lifted her from the saddle and gently landed her on the ground before knocking on the thick wooden door, “Martha?”
The door opened and stepped out a beautiful middle aged woman, who looked gentle by her appearance.
“Your Highness, this is Martha, my wife,” Gunther said.
“Oh, my Queen!” Martha bowed when she realized who stood before her, “It is such a great pleasure to have you here!” she couldn’t control her joy and kissed Charlotte’s hands, “Please do come in” she welcomed Her Highness, and the Queen smiled meekly, trying to conceal her bladder fatigue.
“The potatoes are on boiling and the kettle's singing, Gunther, you'll get us some fish," Martha echoed.
“Of course, my dear,” the giant picked up the net that hung outside and left for the brook nearby. Meanwhile Martha filled the kettle, lay the table, cut the bread and put the plates in the oven to heat and drew a huge jug of beer for Gunther from a barrel which stood in one corner of the house.
Just as the frying-pan was nicely hissing, Gunther came in with the fish which he had already opened with his knife and cleaned out in the open air. The new-caught fish smelled rich while they were fried it, making him feel hungrier. Martha drained the potatoes and then put them all back in the empty pot to dry on the side of the range before dishing up the trout as everyone prepared to eat. There was a jug of creamy milk for the Queen and a great big lump of deep yellow butter in the middle of the table to go with their potatoes.
Though the Queen only had some bread along with the milk, she felt hungry no more. “I would like to thank you both, I owe you my life,” Charlotte spoke, “I promise you’ll be rewarded handsomely for this,” she finished as she looked at them.
“Oh, that won’t be needed, my Queen,” Martha smiled, “It is our duty to serve Her Highness.”
She forced a smile but her concern soon boiled over. “I’m worried for Iwan, I don’t know where he might be now,” she held her face.
“Norman, one of the stable boys, I asked him to take the Prince to your brother who is not too far away from the capital now, moving forward with this mighty host,” Gunther assured her, “We could have escaped together but this way it will be difficult for them to catch us.”
“Does my brother know?” Charlotte asked, her fist clenching tightly over the table.
“No, he doesn’t,” Gunther replied, “Robert planned to sell you to a flesh merchant from across the Troubled Sea. Men would kill to have the Queen warm their bed. It won’t be long before the word gets out though,” he stood up, “Robert will have his men looking for you, that is why I brought you here.”
Martha filled one of Gunther’s huge beer jugs and placed it before the Queen. “Thank you,” Charlotte said with a wry smile, avoiding mentioning her swelling bladder. Despite a wait this long, the Queen was not desperate. The beer was going to make its presence felt soon enough but she knew she could hold it.
“Lord Walter plans to march on Godswick when the time is right. Reynard Dalton sits warily on the throne. His forces have dwindled but many have joined his cause, mainly out of fear,” the giant said.
“I must be with my brother... I must go to Walter...,” Charlotte found herself drowning in her pool of thoughts.
“It won’t be safe for you to move out right now,” Gunther added, “I say, you stay here, my Queen.”
“I know, but I need to know where Iwan is,” she said, “I’m worried for him.”
“I know, my Queen,” Gunther spoke softly, “....but I assure you he is safe, might have as well reached your brother’s camp.”
That calmed her down a bit but she still couldn’t stop thinking about him.
“I’m afraid I must leave your here with my wife, Your Highness,” Gunther said, “I must go back to Tilsworth or they’ll come looking for me.”
With a nod she gave him her leave and Gunther looked at his wife before stepping out of the door.
Just as he left, Martha came to her, with her legs crossed and her body bent a little, “My Queen, if I may have your permission, can I go out to relieve myself? I haven’t been all day.......,”
“Well, of course you may,” Charlotte answered. In that moment, she wished she was a commoner as well. Then she could have peed anywhere she wanted and no one would have cared. But she was the Queen; it would botch the name of her family if she was to do something like that. She shook her head and let that thought go. Hold it, she told herself as she clenched her fists over the table.
As Martha rushed out, Charlotte walked to the window and looked intently at the woman. She saw Martha lift up her dress, which revealed her bulging bladder, it was gigantic! It was nothing close to her own swollen bladder but it was huge none the less.
Charlotte turned around when she saw Martha begin to squat and went near the fire place but in her mind she imagined the relief that might be flowing through the woman’s body. She wanted that relief too but she knew she’d have to wait for it.
As the night fell, Charlotte began to feel cold. Thus Martha heated up the mare’s milk she had full in a huge cauldron and filled a mug for Charlotte. The Queen felt much better as she began to sip the hot drink. It was something she had never tasted before, sweet and foamy and creamy, and it warmed her right down to her toes. She stayed up all night, sitting by the fireplace with a blanket around her, drinking the mare’s milk.
By the morning the cauldron was empty but the Queen felt tired and her headache had worsened. Her shoulders pained and her fingers felt stiff.
After she came back from picking cherries off the bushes, Martha brewed the Queen a kettle of hot nettle tea, which gave the Charlotte a slight respite from the headache. The warmth spread through her body and made her feel better.
She cradled the tea in her hands and blew on it to cool it. Fate seems to be upset with me, Charlotte thought as she sipped the astringent tea, before I go to my son, I only wish to see my father once. But she knew she could not. She had written to him before the day Godswick fell. I love you father, I pray for you to the Lord each night, may he grant us strength in these difficult times.
Over the day she drank over a dozen kettles of nettle tea and though it made her feel warm and nice, it didn’t help abate her headache. It made her want to pee more but she corked it up like an iron horse.
When the night had shrouded the forest in its dark and Martha and Charlotte had fallen asleep, a sudden banging at the door woke them up.
Martha opened the door to find Gunther, with a look of fear on his face, “Hurry, we must leave right now, Lord Robert’s men are on their way here! There’s not a moment to lose...,”
Martha turned swiftly and handed over a blanket to Queen Charlotte, before picking up sacks and laying them on the table, "Gunther, just reach down that ham and get two or three loaves out of the crock over there in the corner."
"What are you doing?" exclaimed Gunther.
"Packing a load for each of us, dearie," said Martha chaotically. "You didn't think we'd set out on a journey with nothing to eat, did you?"
"But we do not have any time to waste!" said Charlotte, wrapping the blanket around herself. "They may be here any minute."
"That's what I say," added Gunther.
Martha packed whatever little she could and they all rushed out. Queen Charlotte walked, her bladder straining with the movement and Gunther helped her on her horse, before they set out into the cold night.
CHAPTER- V
THE ONE OF HER OWN
Martha had gone ahead to scout, and it was she who brought back word of the army at a distance. "By their fires I think they might be twenty thousand strong," she said. "Their banners are green, with a dancing horse."
"It is my brother," Charlotte said, her mammoth bladder aching after the long night’s ride.
She put her heels to her horse and trotted off, giving Gunther and his wife no choice but to follow or be left behind.
Distant watchers peered down from watchposts made of wood as the three rode towards them. A dozen crossbowmen manned the uneven hilltops.
Charlotte halted Martha and Gunther out of range and rode up. "Who commands here?" she shouted.
The captain was quick to appear, and even quicker to give them an escort when he recognized the Queen.
She could see the camp spread out to a vast distance. Mailed men sat under trees and honed their blades, and familiar banners fluttered from staffs thrust into the muddy ground. The air was filled with the smoky haze of a thousand cook fires. Thousands of pavilions rose from the grass like silken mushrooms.
A party of mounted horsemen rode forward to greet them as they ventured further in. The knight who led them wore silver armour inlaid with ametrine and striped purple and golden cloak and his shield bore a lamp for the sigil. Charlotte reined up to greet him. “Sir Adam.”
Sir Adam Popplewell lifted his visor. "Your Highness," he said in astonishment. "We all feared for your safety, it is a blessing to see you unharmed!" He looked at the giant and the beautiful woman besides him uncertainly. "These . . . friends of yours . . .”
"My travel companions," Charlotte said. "Where will I find my brother?"
"He is in his pavilion."
"I will see him at once."
"As you say, my Queen."
Lord Walter’s camp spread over leagues. Martha’s estimate of twenty thousand men could not be far wrong. The common men camped out in the open, but the knights had thrown up tents, and some of the high lords had erected pavilions as large as houses. Near all the chivalry of the east had come to Walter’s call, it seemed.
Charlotte could see the silver eagle of the Calverts, Lord Longwood's pine tree, the bells of Swinton, the beaver of Stillman. Everyone bowed as she rode past, containing all the water beer and milk she had consumed as it streamed into her bladder. And even though she was holding this much, her demeanour was calm as ever and only her bulbous abdomen could tell otherwise.
Martha was gaping back; beyond a certainty, she had never seen so many men, horses, and weapons in all her days.
A pair of house guards in greenish cloaks and helms stood outside the great pavilion, on either side of the door. Charlotte recognized their captain. "My brother?"
"Inside, my Queen."
"Those two who came with me will want clothes to wear, beds to rest and meat and mead to fill their stomachs," Charlotte told him. "See that they are well taken care of." She entered the pavilion, and there was Walter.
She found her brother surrounded by their father’s lords bannermen.
Walter Torrington, The acting Lord of Longford, was in his early thirties. He was tall, with long legs, broad shoulders and a flat stomach. With rich black hair, a handsome face and brown eyes.
He stood leaning onto the table, a pile of maps and papers in front of him, talking intently with Earl Calvert and Victor Atwell. At first he did not notice her... but the other lords did. The lords fell silent one by one, and Walter looked up at the sudden quiet and saw her. “Charlotte?” he said, his voice thick with sentiment.
Charlotte wanted to run to him, to hug him so she could feel safe again, but here in front of his lords, she dared not. So she held herself at the far end of the table.
Lord Hadrian was the first to travel across the tent to pay his respects, kneeling before her and pressing his brow to her hand. “My Queen,” he said, “you are fair as ever, a welcome sight in troubled times.”
Lord Earl followed, his son Baron, and the rest, one by one. Sir Duncan was the last. “I had not looked to see you here, my Queen,” he said as he knelt.
“I had not thought to be here,” Charlotte said, “....until I escaped from Tilsworth, and someone told me that Walter had his host moving towards the capital.”
“My Queen, we had men looking for you everywhere but none of them could find you...,” Lord Victor said.
The lords were anxious to talk to her, but Charlotte raised a hand. “No doubt we will have time for all this later, but my journey has fatigued me. I would speak with my brother alone. I know you will forgive me, my lords.” She gave them no choice; led by the ever-obliging Lord Calvert, the bannermen bowed and took their leave.
“Have you had any word of Iwan?” she asked the moment she was sure they were alone.
“There was a letter,” Walter said. He went to the table, rummaged among some maps and papers, and returned with a crumpled parchment.
Something in Walter’s tone troubled her. She smoothed out the paper and read. Concern gave way to disbelief, then to anger, and lastly to fear. Her son was Lord Reynard’s prisoner now.
She held the table for support as something broke inside her and tears came to her eyes.
“He wants me to surrender you to him as well and ask my men to ride back home,” he added. “And if we march... even if we win... he’ll kill Iwan.”
Her hopes were crushed, the light within her suddenly dimming. She did not know what to say. She did not know what to think. All she knew was she couldn’t lose. Not after coming this far.
“If you turn your tail and retreat to Longford, your lords will lose all respect for you. Some may even go over to the Daltons. Then Reynard, with that much less to fear, can do as he likes with Iwan,” Charlotte looked at him with pleading eyes. “Our best hope, our only true hope, is that you can defeat the foe in the field. If you should chance to take Lord Reynard or any of his sons captive, then a trade might very well be possible, but that is not the heart of it. So long as you have power enough that he must fear you, Iwan should be safe. Reynard is wise enough to know that he may need him to make peace, should the fighting go against him.”
“What if the fighting doesn’t go against him?” Walter asked. “What if it goes against us? He has twice the numbers I have.”
“They say the Daltons have hearts of stone.” Charlotte looked down for a moment and then towards him, “If you lose, there is no hope for any of us.”
Walter saw the fear and desperation in her eyes. “Then I will not lose,” he vowed.
CHAPTER- VI
THE STONE TABLE
The morning that followed was a strange one. Charlotte woke up in her pavilion that was larger than the common rooms of an inn and furnished with every comfort: feather mattress and sleeping furs, a wood-and-copper tub large enough for two, braziers to keep off the night's chill, slung leather camp chairs, a writing table with quills and inkpot, bowls of peaches, plums, and pears, a flagon of wine with a set of matched silver cups, cedar chests packed full of clothing, books, maps, game boards, a high harp, a tall bow and a quiver of arrows, a pair of red-tailed hunting hawks and more.
She tried to sit up on her bed but felt an immense increase in pressure as she did so. Her bladder was now rock hard. The barrel of beer she had emptied last night while discussing the battle plan with her brother and his bannermen was now brewing inside her bladder, stretching it out immensely. She still was not at her limits, but she was very, very full and her bladder felt very heavy in her abdomen. She quickly dressed herself up but before she left for her brother’s pavilion, Charlotte reminded herself that she had to act normally no matter how much her bladder ached. She was determined to keep her legs uncrossed all the times. She knew she was in full command of her bladder and she could wait to empty it.
So, nursing her bursting bladder, she walked as normally as she could to her brother’s camp. She found him sitting on his chair, looking carefully at the map that lay before him.
“Your Highness,” he rose up to greet her.
“Is there any word of Iwan?” Charlotte asked as she walked towards her seat, containing in her iron bladder litres and litres of urine.
“Well, no. But the scouts report King Reynard has moved his army further up,” Walter studied the pieces on the map, “He wants to end this as far away from the capital as he can.”
Just then a knight entered the pavilion, "Sorry to interrupt you My Lord, but there is a messenger from Reynard Dalton."
Charlotte looked at her brother and he looked back at her. "Let him approach," said Walter.
The knight went away and soon returned leading the King’s messenger.
“What is your message?” asked Walter.
"The King of Solambria desires a safe conduct to come and speak with you," he said, "on a matter which is of as much concern to you as to him."
"King of Solambria, indeed!" said Charlotte. "That bastard -"
“Charlotte, no,” said Walter, “.... we might have a chance to get Iwan back” he added, “Tell your King, that I grant him safe conduct.”
The messenger bowed and left. The hours that went by left Charlotte’s mind laden with the thoughts of her son and for once she did not think of her bladder that was now swollen outrageously to contain the copious amount of liquid she had consumed. Even when she felt the need she acted as if her bladder was empty. Only the significant bulge of her abdomen told otherwise. The wait was getting on her nerves, but she did not worry. She knew her bladder would swell further if needs be but would never crack or give way to any amount of pressure.
A herald’s voice suddenly boomed across the empty skies, “Here comes King Reynard of the House Dalton, the fifth of his name, Emperor of the twelve kingdoms and the father of the realm.”
The Queen felt a shudder running down her back at the sight of his face. Murmurs rose from the men around. The only two people present who seemed to be quite at their ease were Walter and the King himself.
They entered the tent and took their seats.
"The bitch is here," said Reynard looking at Charlotte, his voice cold and straight “and I have her pup.”
His words enraged Walter but he reined the storm within him.
"Well," said Walter. "What do you want from us?"
“What do I want? Huh!” Reynard grinned, “You speak as if you do not know. I want both their heads on spikes, yours too if you don’t mind.”
“You have Iwan, why haven’t you killed him yet if that is what you want?”
“Well oft times I’ve heard that a live captive is of more value than a dead one,” Reynard breathed. He looked at Charlotte and then at her brother. "Have you forgotten the Laws of the God?" asked the King, coming straight to the point, his voice stiller than before.
"Let us say I have forgotten them," answered Walter gravely. "Tell us of these Laws."
"Tell you?" said Reynard, his voice growing suddenly shriller. "Tell you what is written on that very Table of Stone that the Servants of the God carved with their own hands? You very well know the Laws of the God. You know that as the King of Solambria, every traitor belongs to me as my lawful prey and that for every treachery I have the right to kill." He looked at her again. "And so," continued Reynard, "....the Prince and his mother are mine. Their lives are forfeit to me. Their blood is my property."
Charlotte stood on Walter’s side, looking all the time at his face. She felt a choking feeling and wondered if she ought to say something; but she didn’t know what to say.
"Charlotte," said Walter, "I will talk to the King alone."
She turned and left the pavilion. It was a terrible time this - waiting and wondering while Walter and King Reynard talked. They talked for long and until the night fell dark and the shimmering stars glowed in the sky.
As she waited outside the tent, Charlotte gave an “aah!” and hiked one leg up as the bladder pangs grew stronger but then stood confidently without giving a trace of her desperation to the men around her, as her organ swelled past the six day mark. The gallons of water she had today were stretching her bladder walls even further. There was going to be no release of pressure until she wished it and there would be no giving into the desperate need to let out the massive lake that she had inside her, she’d just have to wait.
Then suddenly King Reynard appeared out of the tent and left without saying so much as a word.
Charlotte went to her brother who took a last sip from his goblet of wine. "I have settled the matter. He has renounced the claim on your lives."
Charlotte felt so relieved, as if she had began to breathe again. She held her bladder as a smile ran across her face.
“...and he promised to send Iwan back early on the morrow,” he continued.
She couldn’t believe her ears, her joy knew no bounds. Then, she stopped, “But what did he ask for in return?” she could read the sorrow on her brother’s face.
But of that she did not get an answer as Lord Walter stood up and left.
Charlotte couldn’t sleep that night. She had a horrible feeling - as if something was hanging over them. She felt as if something dreadful was going to happen to her brother.
Early morning the next day, as he had promised, King Reynard returned the Prince to them. Sir Adam Popplewell brought him to the Queen and she pulled him to her loving embrace, “Oh, my son....,” she cried as her fingers ruffled through his hair.
“Mother!” he sobbed, the wound on his lower lip paining him.
She ran her hands through his beautiful face and wept, thanking the God.
“They killed Norman and they tried to kill my friend too but he got away!” the young Prince cried when he found the strength to speak.
“Friend? Who?”
“My friend, Tirius!” Iwan told her, trembling.
“Tirius?” Charlotte believed she had never heard that name before.
“Yes, mother. He is my friend,” the Prince nodded, “You would not believe but he had legs like a goat’s and two small horns over his head, he brought me apples and cherries while I hid in the forest! But then they found me!”
Charlotte couldn’t believe the words of her son. Maybe the shock and fear had caught to him. She could not say. She only knew that the boy was frightened and only time would heal his wounds. She asked a squire to take the Prince to his pavilion and help him bathe, while she proceeded for the war meeting.
All through the meeting she strode about around the tent as she spoke to the lord’s bannermen, still keeping her legs apart and paying no mind to her aching bladder. She needed this victory more than she needed anything else and she was going to make every effort she could for it.
But during that day, many a times she heard her brother telling Lord Atwell how to place his men against the Dalton army while in battle. He told him of every move or strategy he could think of and also gave him the command of his army.
"But you will be there yourself, my Lord," Lord Atwell asked.
"I can give you no promise of that," Walter answered. He did not talk very much and seemed to them to be sad.
Walter's mood affected everyone that evening. Lord Atwell was feeling distressed also at the idea of fighting the battle on his own; the news that Lord Walter might not be there had come as a great shock to him. Supper that evening was a quiet meal.
This feeling affected Charlotte so much that she couldn't get to sleep when she went to bed. And after she had laid counting sheep and turning over and over she heard Martha give a long sigh and turn over just beside her in the darkness.
"Can't you get to sleep either?" asked the Queen.
“No,” said Martha. "I thought you were asleep, my Queen."
"No, I couldn’t. I've a most horrible feeling - as if something were hanging over us."
"Have you? Because, as a matter of fact, so have I."
"Something about Walter," said Charlotte. "Either some dreadful thing is going to happen to him, or something dreadful that he's going to do."
"There's been something wrong with him all afternoon," said Martha. “What was that he said about not being at the battle? You don't think he could be stealing away and leaving us tonight, do you?"
"I don’t know. Where is he now?" said the Queen. "Is he here in the pavilion? I’m worried for him,” she added, "I want to see him."
“My Queen, he must be asleep by now, can’t it wait till the morrow?
“No, I’ve to see him right now,” Charlotte threw away her blanket, “I have a feeling that he needs me.”
"All right, let's," said Martha, "....we might just as well be doing that as lying awake here."
So the two women slid out of the tent and quietly made their way towards Walter’s pavilion. The moonlight was bright and everything was quite still except for the noise of the river chattering over the stones.
Charlotte peeped into his tent and found he wasn’t there.
"Is he here in the pavilion?" asked Martha
"I don't think so."
"Let’s have a look round,” Martha spoke “We might see him."
And then, on the far side of the camping ground, just where the trees began, they saw her brother slowly walking away into the wood. Without a word they followed him.
He led them up the steep slope out of the river valley and then slightly to the right. On and on he led them, into dark shadows and out into pale moonlight, getting their feet wet with the heavy dew.
They saw that they were going up the slope of the hill on which the Stone Table stood, an ancient relic known to all the men of the realm.
They heard the sounds of men talking and the two women crouched behind a thick wall of bushes. Almost a score of men stood round the Stone Table. It was a great grim slab of grey stone supported on four upright stones. It looked very old; and it was cut all over with strange lines and figures that might be the letters of an unknown language. Though the moon was shining, many of them carried torches which burned with red flames and black smoke.
And right in the middle, standing by the Table, was King Reynard himself.
They laughed at her brother and made japes of him.
“The fool!" King Reynard said. "The fool has come. Bind him fast."
Charlotte and Martha held their breaths waiting for Walter to draw his great sword and cut his enemies down. But it never happened. Four soldiers came forward to tie his hands and legs to which he made no resistance at all. Then they began to drag him towards the Stone Table.
Everyone was at him now. Those who had been afraid to come near him even after he was bound began to find their courage, and for a few minutes the two women could not even see him - so thickly was he surrounded by the whole crowd of men kicking him, hitting him, spitting on him, jeering at him.
At last the rabble had had enough of this. They began to drag Walter to the Stone Table.
“Those bastards...,” sobbed Charlotte.
When once Walter had been tied on the flat stone, a silence fell on the crowd. Four men, holding four torches, stood at the corners of the Table. Reynard Dalton pulled out his sword. The thing shone in the moonlight, white as milk.
At last he drew near. He stood by Walter's head, who looked up at the sky, still quiet, neither angry nor afraid, but a little sad. Then, just before Reynard gave the blow, he stooped down and said in a quivering voice, “Fool, did you think that by all this you would save your sister and her pup? Now I will kill you instead of the Prince as our pact. But when you are dead what will prevent me from killing him and his bitch mother? And who will take them out of my hand then? I have two times the men you have but this has made things really easy for me. Without a leader your army will scatter in no time. Understand that you have handed over the fate of your sister and her son into my hands, you have lost your own life and you have not saved theirs. I hope you find peace in the afterlife.” He brought down his sword to pierce right through Walter’s chest. The blood of his life ran on the stone table and he closed his eyes.
Charlotte covered her face, trying to stop the images of her brother’s murder but it didn’t help. She cried without making a sound and Martha tried to hold her.
CHAPTER- VII
THE LAWS OF GODS AND MEN
While the two women still crouched in the bushes with their hands over their faces, they heard the voice of the King calling out, "Our work is done here. Now! Follow me all and we will set about what remains of this war! It will not take us long to crush the whore now that her foolish brother lies dead."
Charlotte and Martha held their breaths as the men walked past the bushes. They would be raped before being butchered if King Reynard got to know they hid here.
Their laughs and japes echoed in Charlotte’s ears as they mounted their horses and swept off the hill-top. At any other time she would have trembled with fear; but now the sadness and shame and horror of Walter’s death so filled her mind that she hardly thought of it.
As soon as the wood was silent again Charlotte and Martha crept out onto the open hill-top. The blanket of clouds hid the strokes of the moonlight, painting the night deeper and darker, but still they could see the shape of her brother’s body lying dead in his bonds.
They both knelt down in the grass, before the Queen kissed his cold face and stroked his beautiful black hair; “He did this to save us...,” tears flooded her cheeks, her voice shaken. She cried and cried till she could cry no more.
She looked at Martha and sobbed for she felt lonely and weak. "Help me" she said as she stood up and tried to pull out the sword that pierced her brother’s chest.
They put all their strength to pull out the sword that had cut into the stone and at last it came free, her brother’s blood dripping off its edge. Charlotte tossed it aside and fondled Walter’s face.
They tried to untie him but the cords were drawn so tight that they could do nothing of the knots. A certain quiet surrounded them. Charlotte felt as if nothing was going to happen ever again. Hours and hours went by in the dead calm, and they hardly noticed that they were getting colder and colder.
Though Martha noticed the sky on the east side of the hill was a little less dark than it had been an hour ago. Then Charlotte in a fit of broken despair tried to untie her brother for one last time, and this time she succeeded.
The sky in the east was whitish by now and the stars were getting fainter - all except one very big one low down on the eastern horizon. They felt colder than they had been all night.
Every moment Walter’s dead face looked nobler, as the light grew and they could see it better. In the wood behind them a bird gave a chuckling sound. It had been so still for hours and hours that it startled them. Then another bird answered it. Soon there were birds singing all over the place.
It was quite definitely early morning now, not late night. Martha rubbed arms to fight the cold as she looked on in despair at the broken Queen.
The rising of the sun had made everything look so different - all colours and shadows were changed that. Charlotte held her brother in a tight embrace. Lost. All was lost. Her brother was gone. Her tears knew no end and her breathes were broken still. Defeat was absolute.
“The Laws of the God...,” there came a voice from among the trees that startled both the women to the toes.
“Who’s there?” Charlotte went wide eyed, horror creeping under her skin.
Martha took a step back, sweat beading down her forehead.
And then a very strange person stepped out of the trees, into the light. He might have been as tall as Iwan. From the waist upwards he was like a man, but his legs were shaped like a goat's, the hair on them was glossy brown and instead of feet he had goat's hoofs and his skin was rather reddish too. He had a strange, but pleasant little face, with a short pointed beard and curly hair, and out of the hair there stuck two horns, one on each side of his forehead.
Charlotte and Martha couldn’t believe their eyes. A faun stood before them, a being of whom they had heard of only in fables. For a moment Charlotte thought she was dreaming but then the sight of her brother’s corpse stabbed her.
“My Queen, I’m Tirius, a friend to Prince Iwan,” he bowed before her.
The two of them didn’t know what to say. Fear stopped the words in their throats and left them shaking. Iwan was right, the person he had been describing was true after all.
“The Laws of God, my lady, are strange but just. They say, only he can govern what is true and what is false. Only he holds the right to give life and to take it back,” he walked towards them, “....but he is not the only one who can give life. A mother can give life as well.”
Charlotte looked at him with tear filled eyes. She couldn’t understand what he was saying and she didn’t know what to say.
“The Stone Table was built thousands of years ago, on the command of the almighty, to serve as a symbol of justice and only the King could serve this justice,” he looked at Walter’s face, which seemed to be at peace, “The King is next to the God and his word is absolute. But if the Lord almighty gave the King the power to take life, he gave the Queen Mother the power to give life as well.”
His words struck a string of hope within her. Suddenly her heart started to beat faster.
“The Stone Table does not agree to the blood of an innocent,” Tirius told them, “If someone, for no fault of his is executed on the Table, then he can be brought back to life, but only by the Queen Mother.”
“How?” she asked, her voice shaken, “It is not possible...,”
“But it is...,” Tirius said, “It could be...it all depends upon the faith.”
She looked at him, then at her brother and then at Martha. Wrecked by grief she stood up and placed her hands on the chest of her brother’s corpse, and though she didn’t believe the faun, the words came to her mouth, “My Lord, the creator of heaven and earth, I pray to you, shed your mercy upon us.....,”
Her words sounded hollow to her ears, her hands touching her mistrust. She tried and tried but her brother’s breathes did not return. She sighed, broken in spirit. Her eyes closed in defeat. Tears flowing down her face.
She looked at him, hoping he would move, hoping he would speak but his soul was gone. Gone far away. Her hands shook. She had lost. She looked at Martha, who stood still, not uttering a word.
Charlotte turned and walked, to where she did not know.
“My Lady there is one more way....,” Tirius spoke suddenly.
She stopped on her track, then started walking again.
“My Queen, without Lord Walter this war is lost,” Martha’s voice sounded in her ears, “Only he could have guided your men to victory.”
Charlotte knew that was the truth but could she believe the faun’s words?
“My Lady, inside the Castle of Light and Dark lays a hidden chamber. And inside that chamber is a tabernacle which holds a chalice of gold. The chalice that contains the God’s wine.” He stopped to catch his breath. “It is said that one can ask of anything from the Lord almighty if he succeeds to drink from the chalice and his wish shall be granted. But to get to the chalice is not easy....,” Tirius said, “It is said that magic guards the walls of the Castle of Light and Dark and to get past it is no feat for the faint of heart....,”
The Castle of Light and Dark? She had never heard of it before. Was the faun lying? But what if it was the truth? Maybe it was her only chance to get her brother back. “How far is the castle from here?”
“A day’s ride north,” Tirius replied, “...but my lady I must warn you, this may cost you your life...,”
“If this is the way to bring my brother back, then I must do it....,” Charlotte spoke, “No matter what the cost....,”
CHAPTER- VIII
THE CASTLE OF LIGHT AND DARK
Amongst the dense forest of larch and pine, Charlotte found the castle of Light and Dark. What she had presumed to be a magnificent stronghold was just a grey and ancient ruin, protected by the woods.
She stood there with a hand on her aching bladder, her thighs pressed together. Studying the fortress and guessing what it held inside.
The pressure inside her bladder had grown to the highest degree. The waterskin she had carried with her on the journey had been emptied and refilled over a dozen times since she had left Martha and her brother back at the camp yesterday and yet her bladder was unrelieved, still holding ten days worth of urine.
But Queen Charlotte was confident. She knew her bladder would never crack or give way to any amount of pressure. But what if it became her undoing inside the Castle of Light and Dark?
“My Queen,” Tirius said, “I want you to think this through one last time...”
“There is nothing to think about,” Charlotte spoke, her eyes stuck on the castle, “I have no other way,” she sighed.
“It is said that many go into The Castle of Light and Dark, but few come out,” he told, “If you have decided to follow your heart, then take me inside with you. I’ve heard many tales of the place, maybe they will come of help.”
“No,” she breathed, “Some places even the Queen must walk alone.”
This frightened the faun, “My Queen, you must remember, the front way leads in, but never out again. Heed my words, The Castle of Light and Dark was not made for mortal men. If you value your soul, take care and do just as I tell you.”
“I will do as you say,” Charlotte promised.
“When you enter, you will find yourself in a room with four doors: the one you have come through and three others. Take the door to your left. Each time, the door to your left. If you should come upon a stairwell, climb. Never go down, and never take any door but the first door to your left.”
“The door to my left,” Charlotte repeated. “I understand. And when I leave, the opposite?”
“No,” Tirius said. “Leaving and coming, it is the same. Always up. Always the door to your left.”
“I understand.”
She sighed and as the Queen walked towards the huge wooden door, it opened itself to let her in. She turned to look at the faun for one last time and then entered the castle. The door slowly closed behind her back.
She found herself in a stone anteroom with four doors, one on each wall. With some hesitation, she went to the door on her left and stepped through. The second room was a twin to the first. Again she turned to the left-hand door. When she pushed it open she faced yet another small antechamber with four doors. I am in the presence of sorcery.
She felt shaken but never did she let her fear overcome her. She took the door to the left once more and found herself in a long hall.
The long hall went on and on and on, with torches burning on the walls. She walked past more doors than she could count, closed doors and open ones, doors of wood and doors of iron, carved doors and plain ones, doors with pulls and doors with locks and doors with knockers.
Finally a great pair of bronze doors appeared to her left, grander than the rest. They swung open as she neared, and as she entered it, Queen Charlotte saw the thing for which she was not prepared.
A gigantic dragon, bound by chains lay before her, guarding the doors behind it. Even the darkness had not dimmed the beauty of its scales that shone a shade of dark green in the light that danced upon the torches.
For a moment, it took her breath away. Dragon? She couldn’t believe her eyes. She’d never seen one in her entire life and now, one was right before her!
That’s an Asgarothian Ironbelly! She realized. She had read about dragons in the books kept in the capital’s great library and knew they had all died out centuries ago. It was a miracle to find one alive.
Her amazement was short lived though as then the being sensed her. It turned its ugly head towards the Queen and roared with a noise that made the rocks tremble and then, it opened its mouth to spew a jet of fire that sent Charlotte running back. She held her bladder as she leaned back on the wall, her organ unprepared for this kind of rapid movement.
The Queen went back in again, peeping at first. She could make that the creature was partially blind but only more savage for that. It looked at her fierce but then suddenly the dragon began to shift backward, as if it was scared of her.
Charlotte couldn’t understand what was going on but she knew this was her only chance. The Queen slowly walked towards the wooden door behind the dragon and placed her hand on it. The door opened and she found herself in a room that was crammed from floor to ceiling with golden coins and goblets, silver armor, the skins of strange creatures— some with long spines, others with drooping wings — potions in jeweled flasks, and a skull still wearing a crown.
There at the end of the room, she saw the tabernacle. She hurried towards it and opened it to find a chalice full of red wine like the faun had told her.
Charlotte raised it to her lips. The first sip tasted sour, but when she swallowed it seemed to come to life within her. She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and blood. It was all the tastes she had ever known, and none of them . . . and then the chalice was empty.
She closed her eyes and prayed, “O’Lord almighty, creator of heaven and earth, I pray to you to show your mercy upon me and send my brother back to me....,” she couldn’t control her tears any longer.
Then all of a sudden the ground beneath her started to shake and the pillars that held the roof started to crumble.
Horror gripped Charlotte tighter than ever. “Oh no!” she wailed. Huge boulders fell down as the roof began to collapse.
The castle was coming down. Maybe it was the effect of her drinking from the chalice, she did not know. All she knew was that she needed to escape or she’d be crushed to death. She rushed towards the door as fast her swollen bladder would allow.
The bound dragon let out a roar but its posture still seemed submissive, as if it was afraid.
Then something happened, something clicked inside her and inspiration or madness came to Charlotte.
She rushed towards the dragon and climbed atop the creature, which strangely showed no resistance. “Go! Go! Go!” she commanded and go it went! Charlotte had to put all her strength into her pee hole to keep it shut but she had other things to worry about now.
The cuffs broke open with loud bangs.
The dragon’s scales were hard as steel; it did not even seem to feel her. Then the creature became aware that it was unbound. With a roar it reared: Charlotte dug in her knees, clutching as tightly as she could to the jagged scales as the wings opened, knocking the pillars aside like skittles. Charlotte, flat on its back, scraped against the ceiling as it dived toward the passage opening, while the castle continued to fall around her.
By sheer force the dragon clawed and fought its way through, a massive rock hitting its head, though it wasn’t enough to stop it. Charlotte’s eyes were shut tight against the heat and dust: Deafened by the crashing of rocks and the dragon’s roars, she could only cling to its back, expecting to be shaken off at any moment.
And then at last, as the result of the dragon’s brute strength, the remaining roof over its head fell apart.
Finally the dragon had room to stretch its wings: Turning its horned head toward the cool outside air it could smell around itself, the dragon climbed atop the rubble of the falling castle with Charlotte still clinging to its back. And then after a bit of struggle, it launched itself into the sky.
The Queen was crazed with fear. What if she fell off?! She looked down and saw the Castle of Light and Dark, only the way she had found it before. Unharmed, unbroken.
CHAPTER – IX
THE BATTLE FOR GODSWICK
Swords grazed the flesh off men and horses alike. Screams and shrieks filled the cold air and rivulets of blood ran through the field of battle. Murder was never a sight so common.
Lord Victor Atwell could feel a fluttering in his bowels, a queasy liquid feeling; he hoped he was not going to die sick. He saw Sir John impaled on a spear and watched Lord Borbon’s horse shatter a man’s ribs with a kick. A flight of arrows descended on them; where they came from he could not say, but they fell on Torrington and Dalton alike, rattling off armour or finding flesh. Lord Victor lifted his shield and hid beneath it. One by one, his men were falling. The chance of victory slipping from their hands.
With Lord Walter dead, there was no chance of defeating Reynard Dalton on the field. He should have known that. Lord Victor saw his son take an arrow to his eye before he fell to the ground, dead. Men stepped on his corpse. He screamed with grief and pain, louder than he had ever screamed but the sounds of the battle muffled his voice.
He ran and took the motionless body of his son in his hands and rested his head on his lap before he pulled the arrow out of his skull. Tears found their way to Victor’s blood soaked cheeks, his hands shivering and his lips trembling. His wails were loud, heavy with sorrow but unknown to the ones around him.
Then he stood up, swaying his sword, in anger, in pain, in defeat. But all was lost.
Someone struck him from behind and his body surrendered itself to the mud. He didn’t want to get back up. All was lost.
But then he heard something that left him numb, “Lord Walter is here!”
A huge roar of approval went up as men pointed their swords and spears towards the sky in joy! And then he saw him. Atop his white stallion, the Lord of Longford pierced through the enemy.
He saw Lord Walter catch an arrow mid air just when it was about to core his eye. What a magnificent warrior!
Walter Torrington tossed it aside and jumped off his horse, piercing his sword into an enemy as he landed.
Victor could not believe his eyes. A night ago he had wept over his Lord’s corpse that lied cold in his coffin and now he stood before him.
Just then the knight who had hit him came thundering down on Victor, swaying his axe. He hit Victor’s helm with the side of his weapon.
His head exploded with pain, his skull suddenly heavier than a boulder. Victor’s sword fell. He clawed on the ground for anything he could get his hands on, but the knight hit the side of his axe on Victor’s face once more and he fell down again. He did not recall hitting the ground, but when he looked up there was only sky above him. He rolled onto his side and tried to find his feet, but pain shuddered through him and the world throbbed. The knight drew up above him. "Lord Victor," he boomed down. "You are mine. Do you yield?"
Yes, he thought, but the word caught in his throat. He made a croaking sound and fought his way to his knees, fumbling for a weapon. His sword, his dirk, anything . . .
"Do you yield?" The knight loomed overhead. He seemed immense. The axe in his hand a raw piece of steel. Victor's hands were numb, his vision blurred, his scabbard empty. "Yield or die," the knight declared.
“Fuck you, pig,” Lord Atwell mouthed and in an instant his head was gone.
Lord Walter stood on the other side of the field. The battle seemed to have moved beyond him. No one remained on his part of the field save a large number of corpses. Ravens were already circling and landing to feed.
The sound of hooves coming up behind him made him whirl, and he saw King Reynard’s reserve come sweeping along. Walter watched as the remnants of his lines got shattered like glass beneath the hammer of the Dalton charge. He had lost the battle.
Then the enemies turned towards him. His eyes met theirs’. Suddenly Lord Walter felt as if the world had stopped moving and then he heard the word, “Charge!”
Thousands of mounted men were coming towards him. To kill him. To rip him apart. He readied himself, tightening the grip on his great sword.
He could feel the earth shuddering beneath his feet, sweat running through his brow, eyes pierced at the sea of warriors that was charging towards him. This was it. He had failed his sister. He had failed his men. This was his end.
He closed his eyes and remembered his father, his late mother and his sisters.
But then, a sound of thunderous roar filled the skies. Every eye on the battle field looked up and there it was. A dragon.
King Reynard watched open mouthed as the great being flapped its gigantic wings. And then he saw her. Sitting atop the dragon’s back. The Queen.
In the blink of an eye the dragon came sweeping down to rain fire on his men. Shrieks of horror went up in the skies as an inferno engulfed them. Many ran to save their lives, many got cooked.
The dry grasses and stands of wheat went up at once. The wind fanned the flames and blew the smoke into the face of the King.
The scent of fire sent the horses into panic, and as the smoke thickened, horse and rider alike were blinded. Their ranks began to break as walls of fire rose on every side of them. The remaining of the Torrington men waited with their bows and spears and made short work of the burned and burning Dalton men who came staggering from the hellhole.
More than twenty thousand men died in the flames and what remained of King Reynard’s men perished from swords and spears and arrows.
The beaten King looked on as the battle slipped from his hands. All was lost.
He began to flee but found someone standing before him. A ghost of his past. A man he had killed.
“I hope you find peace in the afterlife,” Lord Walter said before putting his sword through Reynard’s belly. Blood sprouted from his mouth before he fell to the ground. Dead.
The echoes of, “Long live the Queen!” and “Long may she reign!” filled the air.
A smile ran across Walter’s face. The war was over. They had won.
CHAPTER– X
THE END
The night that followed was that of celebration. Lord Walter held a small feast to mark their victory and everyone drank to the health of the Queen.
Charlotte herself drank a large amount of beer on the insistence of the Lords and knights present, though she had not wanted to. She had not made water in days, and the last thing she wanted was more liquid getting pumped inside her tired bladder, but she very well could not refuse the men who had fought for her.
As the night darkened and the Queen went to her bed, sleep evaded her. She was beginning to grow less and less confident in her ability to hold her piss and was clenching her muscles as tight as she could, her calmness slowly slipping away. The pressure was getting to her, even if she didn’t want to admit it.
Her bladder filled considerably during the night and by the time it was morning, Queen Charlotte was feeling a fairly intense urge to piss. She knew there was no room left for her bladder to expand and she had little will power to continue her hold. But regardless, she got up and dressed herself.
Her bladder felt like it was about to explode but the Queen withheld her pressure and waited calmly until it was time for her to leave for the capital.
She was dying to get to the castle, rush to the privy and take the piss of her life. She just wanted to let it all out. Hold on, you can hold on, she told herself.
Waves of urgency came upon her again and again as her bladder attempted to release its contents to save itself from bursting apart but the Queen held on, endlessly. Her composure unshaken.
But inside her chest, her heart beat faster than ever, her head heavier than a boulder. She realized she wasn’t able to think straight, did she really needed to pee that much? It did not matter. She would hold it till she reached inside the walls of the King’s Fort. Inside her chamber. Inside her privy. Only then would she relieve herself.
She thanked all the Lords for their support in the war and kissed her brother’s brow before climbing atop her horse, barely controlling her immense need to piss.
They all waved at her, Walter, Gunther, Martha and the rest, and she waved back, and so did her son who rode right beside her. Surrounded by a dozen guards, they went on their way as the others looked on.
As they rode on into the dusk, Charlotte found herself grabbing her crotch whenever she was sure no one was looking. She could not believe the pressure, it was more than she’d felt ever before. She had never wanted to wee this badly in all her life, yet she was determined not to let it show to the men who rode with her and especially not to her son.
She reminded herself that she did not need to worry; her bladder was cast-iron, strong and unbreakable. But then why did she feel so worried? She realized she did not want to think about it. They’d get to the capital tomorrow anyway, until then she’d just not think about it. She just pressed her crotch on the saddle of her horse and rode on.
After another hour of riding, they spotted a watchtower. It meant they were on the border of her father’s lands and the royal grounds started from here on out.
As they got closer to the tower, Charlotte spotted three armoured men on horsebacks. One carrying a banner with the rampant Griffin of House Seymour on it, the sigil of her late husband’s house and now hers. The three men rode towards them, grasping swords and shields.
“It’s an honour to have you here, my Queen and my Prince,” one of them said, “I would like to congratulate you on your victory.”
“Many thanks to you, my friend,” Queen Charlotte said forcing a smile. Her bladder was absolutely bursting by this point, her desperation growing by the minute. She realized her hands were shaking. She didn’t know what was happening to her, she was growing restless and panic was starting to crawl up her chest. Was this because she had to urinate? No, that couldn’t be. That couldn’t be. She was the Queen. She could hold on as long as she wanted to. Then why was she sweating? Why was she afraid of losing control? Why? Why?
Then, it suddenly hit her, I cannot hold it. M-my bladder is going to explode! I have to piss....i-it’s going to come out! I need to find somewhere to go! I have to piss! Oh my god, I have to piss!
Her body was trembling, but she couldn’t let it show to everyone. Hide it, hide it! She screamed within. Holding the reins tighter in her trembling hands.
“My Queen, we’d be honoured to have you as our guest at the tower, to share our meat and mead and our roof for the night,” Oliver, one of the men said.
Albert, the captain of the Queen’s escort replied, “I thank you for the offer, but we must continue on our way to the capital.”
“Wait,” Charlotte said suddenly. “I think we will accept your offer of hospitality. I am sure my guards are hungry, and my back is sore from riding. If you could give me a private room with a bed in which I could rest till the morrow, I would be very grateful to you.”
“My Queen,” Albert whispered quickly. “... the capital is just a few hours away, we’ll reach home if we cont--”
“I have given my command,” Charlotte said sternly, although on the inside she was frantic. She’d already waited past the breaking point. She knew she didn’t have much time left. “We’ll rest here for the night,” she finished much more politely, turning back to Oliver.
“Of course, my Queen,” Oliver said with a bow.
“I thank you. With haste, then,” Charlotte said loudly over the whispered protests of her guards. She ignored them completely as she reined her horse to follow Oliver towards the tower. It was a short ride, and soon they were dismounting and making their way into the tower.
Oh, she couldn’t wait to piss! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! She screamed internally at Oliver, who was leading them inside.
Charlotte walked into the lobby, her bladder ready to crack, “My room?” she asked straight away.
“My Queen, would you like some wine before your rest?” he asked.
“N-no, not at all,” Charlotte held her brow, squeezing her thighs as tightly together as she could, “Just show me to my room, please....”
“Of course,” Oliver replied. “If you would follow me.”
Charlotte turned to step after him, and he led her to the base of the tower's staircase. She trembled at the thought of climbing up stairs when she was just moments away from losing complete control of her bladder. Nor did she have the energy neither the time to fight off her need anymore. Still, there was no escaping it. She lifted her right leg and took the first step of the tall tower, then another with her left. Every time she raised a leg, her thigh pressed into the bottom of her bladder, causing it to send out a pulse of pain and pressure that rippled through her body.
A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she pressed her thighs together, her hands gripped in tight fists, nails digging into her pale skin. Charlotte gasped in pain, audibly but quietly, and her bladder throbbed strongly.
Then, suddenly, without her consent, her pole opened for a full second and a long, hot leak escaped into her smallclothes.
She froze in panic and quickly stood straight, clenching her muscles, stopping herself from wetting her dress any further. Looking down in horror and shame, she saw the wet spot on her dress, now dark green from the sudden spurt of her warm urine. Fuck, this is so embarrassing!
Despite her humiliation, she continued to climb the stairs, grabbing her crotch as tightly as she could.
Finally she came to a thick wooden door at the fifth floor, and she grasped the handle, stumbled inside and yelled, “Thank you so much!” to Oliver before banging the door shut at his face!
She dashed straight towards the window, lifting up her dress and tearing down her small clothes as she did so. Stricken with panic, she threw her bottom over the edge of the window and at that very moment, the flood inside her erupted completely.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!! Ooooooooohhhhhhhh mmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy ggggoooooddddd!!!” Queen Charlotte threw her head up as her eyes closed themselves tight with the immense relief that flowed through her exhausted body. Her toes curled in response of the enormous release. So much pressure... for so long...
“Oooooohhhh tthhhaaannnnkkk ggggoooddd!!!” she groaned, the relief rendering her unable to open her eyes. Her whole body shivered with respite as the endless flow of piss streamed out of her. Her brain felt numb. It felt so good to finally release it! Her bladder was stretched to the bursting point. How she had managed to hold it this long she’d never know.
She could feel the stream carry her stress out with it. Oh, how long had she waited for this! This glorious feeling of relief.
Another heartfelt groan of relief escaped her throat as she let out her long held waters. Oh, how much her bladder had ached! The feeling of bliss as she finally felt her organ shrink was beyond what words could describe, it was pure ecstasy.
The tower had come as a blessing in her time of desperate need. There was no way she could have held it all the way to the capital with her bladder that full. But now it was over. She did not have to worry anymore. She was saved.
“Phew!” she breathed as she felt the heavy stream run out of her, I really needed that. The relief was so overpowering that she felt light headed. It felt so good!
But this private moment of her release was interrupted when a fat man suddenly burst into her room!
“My Queen!” the man said with a big smile on his face, “Am I disturbing you?”
Charlotte’s eyes widened in shock and humiliation and with the fear of being found out! She didn’t know what to do or what to say! She froze where she was, not moving an inch as her piss continued to flow out of her.
“Oh, Your Highness! You mustn’t sit on the window like that!” he yelped, “You might fall off!”
The man she recalled as Lord Peter Walden. Many years ago she had granted him the custody of this watchtower for his dedicated service to the throne. Now he was standing before her, about to find out that she was weeing out of the window of his tower. Get lost! Get out, you idiot! She screamed within.
“M-my Lord, I-I assure you that I’m safe,” she said, trying her best to cut off her flow but her sphincters were too worn out, “T-to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”
“I am most grateful to you my Queen for the generosity you’ve shown us by being our guest for the night,” he said, “I hope you find your stay comfortable.”
Yes! Please get out of the room! Get out! Now!
“T-thank you, M’lord, that is so kind of you,” she forced a smile that told she wanted to kill him, “Is that all? You may leave now.” She was trying her best to stop the flood that was pouring out of her, all while keeping a straight face but it was out of her control now. There was no stopping it.
“Oh, my Queen, I must say we’ve never had a ruler more generous and kind than Your Highness,” he went to sit on her bed, much to Charlotte’s horror, “My Queen is the fairest of all!” he laughed.
Queen Charlotte felt like she’d rip him apart, but she was stuck on the window, her river of wee going on and on and on.
Then finally he stood up, “Well, my Queen, I beg for your leave now. I’d look forward to seeing you at the feast,” he bowed and left with a smile, closing the door behind him.
Charlotte let out a breath of relief. Lord Peter was an old man. She hoped he wouldn’t have noticed what she was doing.
Her piss continued unabated for a few more minutes before she found the strength to cut off the flow and quickly climb off the window. She had botched her family name and her title of the Queen, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She still had to pee a lot but her bladder was now empty more than half, which meant she had let the pressure off enough to be able to ride home.
She looked out of the window as she adjusted her smallclothes and found that the wall was drenched and at the ground a massive puddle sat as if made by an elephant. A small pond of warm piss.
I shouldn’t have relieved myself like that. She felt a sense of guilt overcome her but she tried to suppress it.
She quickly adjusted back her dress and went down for the feast. That whole night, the Queen didn’t even look at Lord Peter out of embarrassment, but the old man seemed normal to her, as if nothing had happened. Maybe he had not found out what she was doing back in the room. She thanked the God and participated in the feast with utmost graciousness.
During the entire feast, Charlotte didn’t take any wine or beer but only stuck to timely sips of water. Her bladder was completely exhausted and the last thing she wanted was more liquid making its way into it.
They left for the capital early on the morrow and after a few hours ride, they saw the massive walls of Godswick at a distance.
People praised her name as she rode through the city streets and children ran behind her contingent. But Charlotte cared for none of it. Her desperation had grown since they had left the tower and the Queen once again found herself on the edge of losing control. She had to get to the castle, and fast.
She found a small welcoming party along with the members of the royal council waiting for her at the foot of the King’s Fort, but she dismounted and walked past them, steeling herself from grabbing her crotch in full view of her people and leaving her son behind in her frantic run to reach the privy.
My room. The privy. Have to go so badly, it all took over her mind as she stepped into the great hall of her castle, ignoring the guards.
She slowly climbed the stairs that led to her chamber, stopping her piss at the gates. Her breathing was heavy and her bladder completely exhausted.
Hurry, hurry, hurry! She told herself. It’s going to come out! She grabbed her crotch as tightly as she could. She would never know how she had managed to put off her need to wee for so long.
Somehow she reached the top of the stairs, and she turned towards her chamber. Squeezing her crotch with her trembling hand as she held her breath tight.
She screamed out loud as her bladder pulsated madly within her. She needed to piss so badly! And the pressure was increasing rapidly. Her pee was just a hair breadth away from completely pouring out of her and her chamber still seemed so far. Then suddenly a long jet of her hot wee escaped out of her and she stopped in her track, her eyes widened in fear. There was nothing more she could do. I got so close...just a few more-
There was no stopping it anymore. Her piss exploded in a thick stream as relief washed over her body. The Queen was wetting herself.
She tried her hardest to stop the flow but failed. She looked on in disbelief at the puddle of hot piss as it grew beneath her, her eyes still wide with fear and humiliation.
“Stop! Please stop!” she sighed her hands holding her face on the sides. Her body was beaten. It could have not taken the pressure any more.
My God, why did you let this happen to me?! Shame crawled up her skin.
What if someone saw her like this? Wetting herself in the hallway. She could not let that happen. No. She’d be humiliated for the rest of her life. She needed to move from here, but her body was frozen. She could not move. Her legs trembling as the amazing relief flowed through her.
“My Queen?”
Charlotte’s heart practically stopped. She looked up, eyes wide. Her handmaidens Lucille and Mary stood before her, looking on with disbelief. The Queen was wetting herself. This was a sight they shouldn’t have witnessed.
The Queen’s embarrassment flowed from under her dress like a river, soaking into the carpet and spreading out in every direction. Her body was fatigued and she was completely defeated, humiliated in front of her servants, everything she thought of herself as a Queen flowing out of her, dampening the bottom of her skirt.
It just went on and on, a seemingly endless stream of hot piss that nearly reached Lucille and Mary who were standing several meters away.
Despite the absorption of the carpet, the puddle reached the ledge of the second floor of the entrance hall and fell to the marble below. Charlotte could hear it splattering against stone even at this distance, and she knew there was absolutely no hiding such an accident.
Even if she banished Lucille and Mary from the Capital, people would come into the hall at some point and see the mess coming from her wing of the castle. I'm going to have to run. Just shift to some other country and make a living as a cook. What if Iwan finds out about this? Oh, no! Not him!
It was several minutes before her waterfall fell silent. Her puddle was almost ten feet in span and the only sound that could be heard was of her pee falling to the floor below. Her two servants still stood by, watching her in disbelief. She wished they would look away, but it made no difference now. Her body and mind fatigued, she looked at the two young girls. “So, what is going to happen now?” Charlotte asked them, a semblance of hurt and humiliation in her voice. “Are you going to run and tell everyone what I have done here? This is a good chance for you to have your vengeance for how poorly I’ve treated you all, isn’t it?”
The two of them looked between Charlotte and her colossal puddle. They knew if the word of this got out, the Queen would have to face an embarrassment like no other.
Mustering her voice, Mary spoke first. “It was me who did this. I lost control of my waters. Please, forgive me.”
Charlotte sighed and smiled sincerely for the first time in what felt like days. “Oh, my sweet girl, that is so kind of you....,” she breathed. “However, nobody will believe that a tiny one like you could hold this much piss. I fear there is no possible way for me out of this.”
“I couldn't hold it either,” Lucille said suddenly, “We were so occupied in preparing for your welcome since morning, that we didn’t get a chance to use the chamberpot. We beg for your pardon, Your Highness...,”
At this very moment, Charlotte loved these girls like they were her own daughters. “You would take the blame for this, after how I have abused you over the years?”
“We owe you everything we have, my Queen,” Lucille said, “We were born to serve you.”
“I will never forget this,” Charlotte said, “You two will be rewarded with whatever you want for this.”
“Please, my Queen,” Lucille said. “Just see yourself to your chamber to wash.”
Charlotte nodded, her heart full of gratitude, before she rushed towards her chamber.
The End
Edited May 13, 2017 by Pain
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A/N: Hey guys. This is day one of my week of intensive writing. I was inspired by @Who Cares?'s fanfiction and the comments said they wanted more of Rey. As a writer, who am I to deprive them of pleasure? So here is Rey, in A Desperate Day for Rey.
What should I do tomorrow? Please comment below.
(Story begins)
Rey POV
I sigh as I attach one of my Blissex heads to my Pilex driver. Another day, another ship to scavenge.
But I don’t mind. I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember. I know these sands and I know exactly how to get the parts I want. I slide into the bow of an X-wing and start on the fuel injectors. Within minutes, I have one injector removed. And only a few more to go. I think to myself.
To keep the heat off, I have to drink water. So I stop every half an hour to an hour to take a drink of water. I always have much more water than I need. And then I get back to the fuel injectors. After another 15 minutes, I have all of them out and lying on the sand.
I start on the pistons. Because I am lying essentially on top of the X-wing, I feel a pressure on my lower abdomen. I know what this is. I have felt it so many times before. Put simply, I need a piss. And soon. But the good thing is, it’s already almost time to quit. So I brush it off and continue working.
Soon, the sun touches the horizon. I quickly realize that I should have headed back a long time ago. So I grab what I could salvage, and hop on my speeder bike. The pressure in my lower abdomen returns, stronger this time. I hope I can hold it all the way to Niima Outpost.
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I get to Niima Outpost just after the sun has gone down. It’s still hot, but not as hot as it was before. My bladder has filled up with all the water I drank today and it’s starting to catch up with me. I haul my stuff over to Unkar Plutt and he starts to assess it.
“Hmm… what you have brought me today is worth…” Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up… I’m about to explode here. I can feel the hot piss pushing down on my tired sphincter muscles. I subtly bounce on the balls of my feet to try and alleviate some of the pressure. This cursed belt isn’t helping either. I can feel it pushing down on my bladder.
“One portion.”
Unkar's voice startles me out of my desperation induced daze, and I lose control for a fraction of a second. I don’t leak, but it brings the raging lake inside of me to the tip of my urethra. I shuffle forward and take the portion on the counter. I am pretty sure I didn’t leak, but just to be sure, I shuffle over to one of two public restrooms in Niima Outpost. Luckily, the stall is open, so I enter as fast as I can and lock the door.
Now that I am out of public view, I start pee dancing for all I am worth. I grab my crotch with an iron grip and start doing high-knees. I let go with one hand to undo my belt. But this is unsatisfactory because I need two hands to undo it. So I brace myself, clench my sphincters with all the strength below my waist, and let go.
A wave of desperation washes over me, almost taking my control with it. I know that I have a limited time to hold without external pressure, so I undo my belt as quickly as I can and let it fall to the floor. I sigh with relief. The belt was putting more strain on my poor bladder than I thought. I stay like this just long enough to regain control then do what I came here to do. It is not to use the bathroom because as much as I would like to, there are two things stopping me. First, those things are smelly and as dirty as heck. Second, right now, it feels wrong to use the ‘right’ area to pee. I reach down into my pants to check for a wet spot.
I find one. Immediately, I panic. I thought I didn’t leak yet! But I go into my panties to double check. When I find the spot I relax and laugh at myself. Sure there’s wetness, but it’s from a different source.
Pondering, I wonder why I’m turned on by this. Oh well. Whatever the cause, it’s arousal and I can deal with that at home.
I put the belt back on, but only just tight enough so that it stays on, not enough to torture my bladder. I walk out to my speeder and begin the drive for home.
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It usually takes me about 30 minutes to get back home. But I have to stop after five minutes because my bladder has expanded once again and it’s digging into my belt. I consider loosening my belt, but then I would just have to keep loosening it. So I just remove it, and keep driving.
I have to stop soon after because I realize I am in danger of losing my top since most of it was held on by the belt. So I remove it. I don’t wear a bra because my tits stand on their own, so I was essentially riding topless. It was dark and no one was going to see me anyway. But if they did, I wouldn’t kill them, I would just hurt them really, really bad.
I find myself grinding my crotch into the saddle(?) of the speeder as it races across the Goazon. I have to stop though, because my thighs begin to cramp. But if I stop, it feels like all the water in the galaxy is about to come out of my hot throbbing lips.
I don’t want to ruin my clothes, because they always are a bitch to clean and I don’t have anything else. So I make another stop and take my pants off. I leave my panties on because that saddle can be a bitch to bare skin. I stow my pants with my shirt and belt and keep driving.
I grind as hard as I can into the saddle. I stop for a while when I get cramps and those few minutes are the most desperate I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
I feel a trickle leaking out of my sphincter, despite my best efforts to keep it in. I manage to clamp it off, but I stuff my right hand into my crotch, between the saddle and my damp panties. Lucky no one is out at this time of night because if they did, they would see me practically naked, and I would probably hit them, the way I’m handling this thing.
I am so in need of relief but the constant stops are stretching this drive to the maximum. I hope I can get home mostly dry...
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I arrive back at my AT-AT and park the speeder. My legs are trembling from the strain of keeping my waters inside my body. I have one hand permanently glued to my lower lips and with the other, I grab everything, and haul it inside.
Once inside, I drop everything and lay down on the floor. My legs are shaking too much to get into the hammock and stay there, and if I tried to get in, I would most certainly soak myself. I don’t want to relieve myself just yet, because the feeling of pee stretching my bladder and pounding at my sphincter is almost orgasmic.
I glance down toward my hand and am shocked by what I see. My bladder is stretching to its absolute limit to contain the flood within, and it juts out almost a full four inches. I gently caress my bladder and pleasure like I’ve never felt rocks my body. I slip one hand into my panties and brush past my clit to my urethra. I can feel the pee at the very tip of my pee hole and it’s driving me insane with lust.
With my middle finger I plug my urethra and with my index finger I brush my clit and with my ring finger I penetrate myself. I lost my virginity a few years ago which involved some drinking and a mistake, but now I know no man will be able to please me again. With my left hand I caress my bladder and apply some slight pressure to multiply the pleasure tenfold. I feel a spurt come out of my slit and I apply more pressure, but my second spurt tells me I should go outside before I completely drench myself.
I haul myself up and with both hands now pushing into my crotch, I make my way outside.
I sit behind one of the bends in the legs to shield me from common view. I rub my slit through my thin cotton panties with the elastic from a helmet chin strap. I rub myself until I am on the brink of orgasm… and then I can go no further. I rub as hard and as fast as I can, but no orgasm is achieved. The pressure from my bladder continues to build, so I decide to stop and hold myself.
But despite constant pressure, my muscles begin to tire. This is denoted by another spurt making it’s way out of my lips. And another. Soon, I have a slow but steady stream coming out of my aching pussy.I try to clamp it off, but my muscles refuse to respond. I shove my hand into my urethra and stop the flow by force. Now my bladder responds. It wants relief and it wants it now. My sphincters decide that the moment to relax completely is now.
I squeal as what seems like all the water on Kamino pours out of my lower lips from my tortured bladder. Almost instantaneously, the biggest orgasm of my life hits me like a speeder bike. And barely after the first, a second one hits, this time like Carbon Ridge falling on me. I yank my panties down and with the stream still falling from my desperate slit, I bring myself to orgasm no less that three more times before the stream stops.
I lay in the sand panting after my massive orgasms. I want to get back to my hammock. So I stand on wobbly legs, and take my first step forward and fall into the sand. Not because of my shaky legs, but because of the fact that my panties are still around my ankles. I remove them and decide to leave them in the AT-AT to dry.
I stumble into the living space and drop the now-saturated-with-piss panties on the ground. During the day, this thing heats up like an oven and the panties will dry in no time.
After my huge masturbation session, I drink two full canteens of water and go to my dresser to get another pair of panties for tomorrow.
Shock! My panties are all gone! Some horny teenager with a crush on me must have came and stolen them all! The bastard! Oh well. I guess I’ll just have to go commando tomorrow. I can try to make more. I lay down in my hammock naked, like I always did. It does get cold at night, but I love the cold night air on my naked pussy and swirling around my ample but firm breasts.
I fall asleep with almost a liter of water in me…
To Be Continued…
Edited May 14, 2017 by Guest
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Chapter Two! Please enjoy.
Rey’s POV
I wake up sometime after 8 o’clock. Because I had two canteens of water, and because I was sleeping on my stomach, I feel a huge wave of desperation hit. I clench my legs together and my hand almost loses feeling. I can fee the pee wanting to come rushing out of my tortured bladder, past my tired sphincters, and into my hammock, but I resist.
I wasn’t as full last night, but this doesn’t seem like too much more. I figured I could handle it.
My panties lay- MY PANTIES! THEY WERE GONE! I seethed. I couldn’t figure out how he managed to do it. If they were dry I was going to just wear them again! I franticly turned my AT-AT upside down in search of one pair of panties. No success. If I ever found out who took them, there would be hell to pay.
I sigh. Nothing I can do about it now. I decide to get dressed and start out. I start with my pants. I pull them on, and as soon as I let go they fall down to my ankles. I pull them up again and they fall to the floor once more. I sigh. I guess that my panties are made of pretty thick material after all. It would make sense that my sizing would change with and without the undergarment. So I pull my shirt on first, then my pants, then my belt.
I gasp as my bladder protests against the belt. But at the same time, I feel myself getting hornier by the second. So I tighten it another notch. And another. And another. Soon, my bladder is being compressed far beyond what it was yesterday. I can still feel my pants falling down so I
hike them up further. Then I am greeted with a surprise. The seam, the rough seam of the two legs is parting
everything from the waist down. I feel the seam riding into my butt. But most importantly, I can feel it separating my desperate, quivering lips and resting directly on my hot, throbbing clitoris. I walk around and it slides over my clit, driving me absolutely insane. I can literally feel myself getting wetter by the minute. It’s gonna be a good day today...
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I climb onto my speeder, shifting slightly because of my trembling bladder. I ride through the Goazon toward the starship graveyard to start my day.
I choose to work on the X-wing I found yesterday. It seems in pretty good condition and I am able to salvage the shield generator and the flight data box. I have to crawl in there to get a good grip on the box and while I do that, a massive wave makes my urge known. I don’t think that belt is helping matters. I clench with all the strength in my pelvic floor muscles and wriggle out.
Once out, I dance around, grabbing at my crotch, grinding that seam into my clit. It drives me absolutely insane with lust. I sit on the bow of the X-wing and focus on pleasuring myself a bit. I stop before I cum. I plan to do this throughout the day and then have a massive holding/ masturbation session when I get home. I hold myself through the shear cotton and hope no one around me is close enough to see what I’m doing.
One I regain some semblance of control, I continue back into the X-wing. This must be my lucky day because
there is a lot on this ship that is salvageable. But I am not concentrating on that. I am concentrating on holding all that water inside my tortured body. It’s driving me crazy with horniness. I loosen my belt one notch every half an hour or so, just to keep my bladder from getting too pressurized.
I realize that if I’m going to get home dry, well, at least from piss, then I should start heading out. I load the salvage onto my speeder, stopping occasionally to grab at my crotch. I climb onto the saddle and grinding my crotch into the saddle, I set out for Niima Outpost.
I realize that while the constant moving of the vehicle is making the hot pee inside of me slosh around, the saddle pressing up into my fanny and helping me hold.
It’s kind of a pleasurable paradox. While increasing my desperation, It is also helping me hold, and by helping me hold, it enables me to hang on for longer and gives my body time to pump more pee into my bladder. And all of this is increasing my horniness. I’ll be lucky if no one at Niima Outpost sees the evidence of my arousal.
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I pull up next to Unkar Plutt’s concession stand with my day’s scavenge and a full bladder. I take a moment to clench my internal and external sphincters and peel my pussy off the saddle.
Immediately, the entire weight of the liquid, aided by gravity is attacking my womanly gates. With every heartbeat I feel my clit throb, my bladder clench, and my snatch moisten.
I look up and feel my sphincter give out for just an
instant. There is a line to get the salvage assessed. I have no choice but to hold and get in line.
I shift from side to side, to keep my hot piss inside. I feel someone’s gaze on me from behind. I turn and see another human scavenger ogling my ass as it sways back and forth. I realize that because I had to pull my pants up so far, it rode up and showed off my luscious ass. I blush and quickly turn away.
Unkar takes a long time with the person in front of me while I am beginning to lose the battle. I haven’t been this desperate in years. I feel the smallest of drops leak into my pants, dampening my panties. I gasp slightly and clench my tired sphincters tighter.
“NEXT!” Unkar called. I shuffle forward and put the data box and the shield generator on the counter. Unkar’s eyes go wide. I don’t think he’s ever seen something like this before.
“What you have brought me today is worth...” I jiggle back and forth, giving that guy behind me quite a show. I’ll be surprised if his dick isn’t bursting out of his wrappings.
“8 portions.” I snap out of my daydream back into reality, clenching my perineum. I shuffle forward and snatch it off the counter. I REALLY need to get this belt off, or at least loosened, so I hobble as fast as I can to that bathroom once again.
Once inside, I shoot my hands to my crotch and clench as hard as I can, until I start to feel a burn in my sphincter. I redouble the pressure on my pee hole until I regain the strength to hold with my muscles and let go.
A huge wave suddenly assaults my snatch. I hop
around, wiggling my butt and undo my belt a few notches. Immediately, my bladder begins to settle. I leave it on loosely and walk out.
I see that guy from before staring at me as I leave. I wink cheekily at him before walking away with a more prominent sway in my hips than before. Not to tease him, but to help all the hot pee stay in and not come sizzling out like yesterday. I climb onto my bike and drive away.
I stop soon after Niima Outpost disappears over the horizon. By this time, my bladder has expanded even more than yesterday. It almost starts to feel like I’m on the edge of control. So I stop and remove everything from the waist up and continue on my way. I am grinding into the saddle, but despite that, I leaked the smallest of drops into my pants. I doubled over and tried to keep it in with mixed results. After another 10 minutes, another dribble leaks out. I am only 5 minutes from home, so I remove my pants to avoid soiling them.
The heat from the saddle, combined with the weight of my overly full bladder on my trembling pussy, combined with my already-peaking arousal makes the temptation to grind on the saddle until I come almost unbearable.
Finally, I give into my lust. I grind as hard as I can onto the saddle. I feel my arousal increasing toward my orgasm... and then it stops. I keep grinding, harder, faster, but nothing works. Whenever I did let go, I was going to be rocked by multiple orgasms.
I go over a particularly large sand dune and when I come down, I jolt down and my crotch moistens with another spurt of pee and it pools beneath me. I stuff a
hand into my crotch and sit on it to keep the waters within me there. But that leak was too tempting for my body and it expels another spurt, this one longer than the last.
I can see my AT-AT a few miles off so I gun the throttle and speed forward. The sudden acceleration jolts my bladder once again and I spurt for all of two seconds before regaining control. The saddle is getting wet from all the pee and arousal juice beneath me. I can feel my clit throbbing against the saddle in the warmth of the the bodily fluids.
I pull up next to the AT-AT with my slit spurting uncontrollably. One spurt every five seconds, each a split second long. I grind into my hand and prepare myself to get off the speeder. I will have to separate my legs to get off and lift myself off. I clamp my sphincter and perineum as hard as I can and lift one leg.
As soon as my leg leaves it’s previous position, I begin leaking, slowly but steadily. I freeze and try to stop it, but it just keeps going. I get off the speeder as fast as I can and as soon as both feet are on the ground the floodgates open.
Hot steaming piss streams down my long, muscular legs. My labia are visibly trembling from the effort of containing all the water inside for so long.
I sink to my knees and my hand shoots to my clit. In a few short strokes I am rocked by another orgasm, stronger than even yesterday. Like the Super Star Destroyer falling from the sky on top of my vagina. I penetrate myself with my long, slender middle finger and produce another orgasm.
I collapse face first into the sand, my hand still buried in my snatch.
To Be Continued |
So, it's been quite a while since I've written anything, but I've recently rewatched the entirety of the Monogatari series to prepare for Owarimonogatari's Second Season which is coming in July. Owarimonogatari's first season's first half focused on Ougi and Sodachi for the most part, and while Ougi gets, and is going to get, more character development, Sodachi's been written off on a bus. I wanted to do more than write a simple omorashi story, so I wanted to think of what happened to her after she transferred schools. Even though this is a fanfiction, since Sodachi is being written about through the eyes of someone who doesn't know her, you don't need to have seen Owarimonogatari to know her. As an aside, I highly recommend the Monogatari series to any of you anime-watchers out there. It's, to this day, my favorite anime series. (Yes, even over To Aru, but that might change if we could GET TO ARU SEASON THREE ALREADY COME ON J.C. STAFF).
Ahem.
Without further ado, here's the first installment of an Omorashi-centered spin off fanfiction to the Monogatari Series.
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Sodachi Locked
Oikura Sodachi was a very eccentric person.
Well, I’m saying that as a person who doesn’t know much about her, so maybe it’s a bit erroneous to speak like I know her as a person. But to the outside observer-- in other words, to someone like me-- to say Oikura Sodachi was an eccentric person was actually a bit of an understatement.
She had transferred to our school a week ago.
There was less than six months until graduation, but even with that being the case, she had transferred schools like it was the beginning of the school year or something.
I don’t know all her history. Apparently Sodachi attended Naoetsu Private High School previously. Well, I say attended, but if you looked at her attendance record, it was actually pretty poor. Some sort of incident happened in her first year, and she found herself unable to go to that school. She had, instead of attending classes, opted for homeschooling.
That was, until a month ago, when she returned to Naoetsu for a few days.
It was only a few days, and then, for a reason only she knows, she transferred schools here.
I can’t say it was something I was particularly thrilled about.
My name is Takashiro Haru, and I’m the class representative of my current class.
It’s not like I particularly wanted to be or anything. It was something that had been entrusted to me by the previous class representative, who stepped down a month into the school year. I can’t say I was thrilled about taking the position, either, but I learned the circumstances behind that ex-class rep’s reason for stepping down. It seemed a little hard to believe at the time, but she had been cursed with something not entirely mundane.
In other words, supernatural.
In other words, an “oddity”.
Well, I wasn’t in any sort of position to help her with that.
To make a long story short, that ex-class rep stepped down to deal with her “curse” and I stepped up to fill her spot.
In other words, I’m merely a stand-in. But it’s precisely that I know I don’t belong in the position of class representative that I work extra hard to stop people from saying bad things about me.
Simply for the sake of that ex-class representative, who I can’t help but I don’t want to let down, I’ve become something of a respectable class representative in her stead, although I’m only the fill-in. In fact, I’ve even heard people say I’m a better class rep than her, though I don’t take that kind of thing lightly.
In other words, I’m a fake who’s become even more real than the authentic article.
Well, that’s not really important.
Oikura Sodachi.
Her presence bothers me.
I say that mostly from a class representative’s standpoint. It’s kind of inconsiderate to transfer to a new school out of the blue, especially this deep into the year. Sodachi’s presence has already had a negative impact on the class, which I’m sure has had a negative impact on her in return.
Basically it comes down to the fact that, after a certain point, people become used to the people in their class. Transferring in carelessly, especially for third years, who have gotten used to not only those in their class, but also those attending their school in the first place-- at least, to some extent-- is like uprooting everything they know about their school.
Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration.
Still, the fact that Oikura Sodachi is an unfamiliar person has definitely negatively impacted how the class feels. Ultimately, I’m the one who has to clear that up, and if I wanted to go above and beyond, I’d even be expected to reach out to Sodachi and try to welcome her.
It’s not like I can’t do that.
I just really rather not.
That may seem rude of me, but in truth, it was a feeling that stemmed not as the class representative, but as a person.
The first conversation I ever had with Sodachi had been, in short, a total disaster.
Without going into too many details, I said something relatively careless.
Well, rather than saying something careless, I had made an offhanded joke about mathematics.
I meant it in a light-hearted sense, and I had no way of knowing the kind of respect she held for mathematics (actually, as someone who’s not very good at mathematics in the first place, I think I would’ve wound up joking about it regardless), but I’m pretty sure she took it as the gravest of insults.
I’m pretty sure that, rather than feeling welcomed by the class representative, thanks to that one mishap where I insulted the most sacred of school subjects, she absolutely despises me.
Well, saying “absolutely” before “despises” gives it the impression that she hates me like I killed her parents.
That really isn’t the case.
It’s more like every time we interact, she makes it a point to be as intentionally cruel as possible.
With her twintailed hairstyle, I’d almost say she’s a tsundere, but that would imply that there’s any warmth in her heart for me at all.
I’m not that deluded.
Even if she had some thread of forgiveness for me, even if she could find in her the slightest soft spot for the class representative that mocked the glorious subject of mathematics, I’m sure that’s all gone now.
After all, the situation we’ve gotten ourselves into is something I’m sure she’s already blamed on me.
In short, we were trapped in a classroom.
“The doors won’t budge, the windows won’t budge, and I doubt anyone would hear us if we called out,” I noted aloud after trying in vain to open the sliding door to Classroom 4-B. It was on the second-to-top floor of the school building, and the sun was already starting to set, meaning there probably wasn’t anyone around. Anyone with classroom duty would’ve gone home by now, and all of the club rooms were on the first floor of the school building (not that any of the clubs would run this late anyway).
“I honestly don’t even know why you needed to be here! Even if it’s a new school, classroom duty is classroom duty. I’m not incompetent to the extent I can’t figure out how to stack desks and clean floors,” Sodachi complained.
I let out a heavy sigh, “Even if you say that, it’s my responsibility as Class Rep to make you feel welcome. Besides, there’s stuff you wouldn’t have known if I wasn’t here. Like where the cleaning supplies are or how the desks are arranged.”
“Even a moron can figure out that cleaning supplies are stored in the back locker,” Sodachi pointed out, “And the arrangement of the desks is about as normal as you could get. I would’ve done fine without you.”
“Well, even so, it’s something I was expected to do as the Class Rep, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t act like it’s such a burden to you.”
“So, you admit that you’re only here out of an obligation? You only helped me to look good in front of your peers?”
“Well, I personally don’t think there’s anything wrong with doing something out of obligation. Is there any difference in value between help given because of obligation and help given out of kindness? Actually, wouldn’t it be worse if, instead of me doing this out of an obligation to make you feel more comfortable in this school, that I did it because I seriously pitied you?”
“There’s absolutely nothing to pity me about.”
“Someone who transfers schools this late into their third year, after an extended absence, definitely has something worth feeling sorry for them over. Whether it’s something that personally bothers you anymore or not, there’s no way you’re life up until now has been ‘normal’.”
“Well, even if you’re right about that, I still don’t understand why it had to be you, of all people, that I got trapped in this classroom with.”
“Shouldn’t you be wondering why you had to get trapped in the classroom in the first place?”
“To be fair, being trapped in a locked room doesn’t bother me.”
“Hey now! Don’t say such a dark thing so casually with no emotion, especially if you don’t want to be pitied.”
“At least there’s windows in this room.”
“You’re doing it on purpose now, aren’t you!?”
“Unfortunately, there’s you in this room too, Takashiro-san.”
“Are you saying you’d rather be trapped in a dark room than trapped in this room with me?”
“I’m saying windows are positive one, and you’re negative one, so you two cancel out and we get zero.”
“But isn’t the situation still negative because we’re trapped?”
“Well, zero isn’t a very positive-sounding number either, though that’s less due to the mathematical nature of zero and more due to the cultural and psychological implications of nothingness.”
“But someone like you, who loves mathematics so much, wouldn’t settle for that kind of answer. Right, Sodachi-san?”
“Don’t talk to me about mathematics so casually, you plebeian.”
“What era is this? Are you Archimedes?”
“Did you say Archimedes because you want to see me running through the streets naked?”
“That’s a stretch, especially for someone like me.”
“You were going to add something lewd like, ‘it’s not like you have anything to show off anyway, Sodachi-chan,’ weren’t you?”
“Since when did I become so casual towards my peers as Class Rep? No, more specifically, when did I become that kind of perverted character in the first place!?” I yelled. Realizing I had gotten caught up in Sodachi’s cruel banter yet again, I let out a sigh and shook my head, “Either way, aren’t we just distracting ourselves from the main problem? We’re trapped in this classroom.”
“You were the one who said it was hopeless,” Sodachi pointed out, “The door’s locked, the windows are locked, and no one would hear us if we called for help.”
“Well, we could try to contact someone with our phones.”
“This isn’t a situation where calling the police is a good idea. They’ll laugh at us and scold us for misusing their services.”
“I meant contacting another student!” I shouted.
Sodachi looked at me expectantly, and I realized that, being a recent transfer student, she probably hadn’t made any connections with anyone at this school, meaning that it was up to me to contact someone.
There was only one person I could think of who might, if we were lucky, be at the school this late.
I dialed the name of the ex-class rep, who might have very well been resting in the clinic.
“Hey, Haru-kun,” a soft, weak voice answered, “What’s up?”
“Hey, Yuuki-chan, I wanted to know if you were still anywhere near the school,” I replied, crossing my fingers for some good fortune.
“Eh, sorry, I’m not. I’ve been--” Yuuki’s reply was cut off by the sound of a hoarse cough, “I’m resting at home right now. Why? Did something happen?”
“A-ah, no, nothing happened,” I lied, earning a glare from Sodachi, “I uh… I was just in the area, so I wanted to see if you wanted to go to the bookstore together if you were. I’ll just go by myself, then.”
“Ah,” Yuuki replied, “Well, thanks for the invite anyway.”
“I’ll let you rest,” I replied, and I hung up the phone.
“Do you want us to be stuck here forever?” Sodachi accused, glaring at me.
“Even if we were stuck here for the rest of the night, we’d be let out tomorrow when our teacher arrives,” I reminded the twintailed girl, “Besides, the last thing Yuuki-chan needs to do is to rush down here and overexert herself.”
“Mashino Yuuki?” Sodachi asked, tilting her head like a confused puppy, “You mean that brown-haired girl I’ve seen you with quite often? She definitely seems quite sickly. I had a classmate who acted a lot like her back at my old school. Well, until recently.”
For some reason, Sodachi rubbed her cheek with her hand, as though she were recalling a memory where someone had hit her.
“Yeah, I guess sickly is a way to describe it,” I replied coyly, “Though I should say she’s not going to die or anything. Though, due to certain circumstances, I don’t think she’ll get better.”
Mashino Yuuki, the ex-class rep, was cursed.
It was a proper curse, so the only way to get rid of it was to redirect it to another person.
However, Mashino Yuuki was not the kind of person who would let another person suffer in her stead.
In other words, she had rejected seeking out help for the curse, and wound up shouldering that burden alone.
I don’t think I’ve quite gotten over that feeling of powerlessness I felt when I couldn’t convince her to do anything about it.
“Hmmm,” Sodachi frowned, “Well, I suppose you aren’t completely senseless. After hearing that, I can’t exactly blame you for not telling her our predicament.”
“You might not see me as this kind of person,” I began, taking a seat in one of the chairs, “but I do care about people. Even if it’s just to keep up appearances, someone like me wouldn’t be able to keep up this class rep business if I didn’t at least care about the well being of my peers.”
“I suppose that’s true.”
“Yeah.”
“You still managed to get us locked in this classroom!”
“I had nothing to do with us getting locked in! I don’t even know how we got locked in!”
“That’s something the person who inadvertently got us locked in a classroom together would say.”
“When you say something like that, there’s no way for me to refute your claims!”
“That’s the point, culprit.”
“You really despise me, don’t you?”
I narrowed my eyes and tossed Sodachi a dirty look, but what I saw was actually a bit surprising. Rather than glaring back up at me, the silver-haired girl was looking down, fidgeting with her skirt as she stood turned away from me.
Don’t suddenly change the tone of us getting locked in a room together by being bashful! That’s the on the opposite of verbal abuse and hatred!
But I soon realized that I was misreading things.
Or rather, it was the way Sodachi was rubbing her calf with her foot as she fidgeted that put the idea in my head that it was something entirely different in the first place.
Oikura Sodachi had been on classroom duty. So, when the last bell of the day rang and the other students packed up to go home, Sodachi had stayed behind in the classroom. That had been about three hours ago. Furthermore, the last class of the day was a mathematics class, so there was no way Sodachi would leave in the middle of that class period for any reason.
In other words, it had been at least 3 hours and 50 minutes since Sodachi was even free to use the bathroom, and that was assuming she took a break right before math. It’s not like I had been paying that much attention to what she was doing during break times, but I didn’t recall seeing her leave the classroom since lunch.
In other words, the possibility that Sodachi had to go to the bathroom existed.
I looked at the silver-haired girl, who was quietly fidgeting in place. She definitely seemed uncomfortable, but how much of that was from our current situation of being locked in a classroom together, and how much of that was her hypothetical need to pee, I wasn’t sure. Even after watching her out of the corner of my eye for a good minute, I couldn’t determine whether or not she had to go or if I was just misreading her restlessness.
Well, I suppose, as the class representative, ensuring the comfort of this new transfer student at our school is part of my duty. If I can’t figure out if she has to use the bathroom just by watching her, it’s my duty to find out so I may take action to alleviate her distress and make the classroom environment seem like a welcoming, hospitable one.
What I asked wasn’t out of any sort of personal curiosity. It was merely an attempt to fulfill my sacred duty, that was bestowed upon me by Yuuki, as class rep.
Yeah. That’s absolutely it.
“Sodachi-san,” I began, a little nervous despite my honorable intentions, “You seem a little restless. Is something wrong?”
“Yeah, we’re locked in a classroom together,” Sodachi shot back dryly.
“I mean besides that!” I clarified, though I don’t really think that was something that needed clarifying, “You could at least take a seat.”
Sodachi grabbed a chair as well and sat down in it swiftly. For the first few seconds, she seemed to stop fidgeting, and I thought my theory of her having to go to the bathroom was defunct. However, a few moments later, she began rubbing her knees together.
“We might wind up having to push desks together to sleep tonight,” I noted, “I don’t think there’s any other way out of here besides waiting it out.”
“That’s…” Sodachi frowned, squirming in her seat, “I don’t like the idea of spending a night in the same room with someone like you.”
“Neither do I, to be perfectly honest,” I replied, “Rumors will get out and Yuuki-chan will hate me forever. However, it’s not like we have much of a choice. We’re stuck. If we could get out, we would’ve already.”
Faced with those fair points, Sodachi was forced to swallow her own words.
“Still, this is kind of bad. I mean, we’re gonna run into problems eventually. For one, there’s no food in this classroom. There’s some water bottles in the back for emergency purposes, but that’s not gonna fill us up,” I paused, waiting to drop the final bomb, “Besides, there’s no toilets in here either.”
“That last part doesn’t need to be said!” Sodachi frowned, glaring at me.
“Oh?” I tilted my head, playing ignorant to the situation, “Sodachi-san, I didn’t think you were the kind of girl who got sensitive about those kinds of things.”
“It’s not about the subject matter, it’s that you said something unnecessary,” Sodachi scolded.
“Well, to be fair, I was stating the obvious the whole time anyway. Everything was kind of unnecessary.”
“So you’re admitting that everything you said was unnecessary?”
“Kind of, but” I paused, looking over at Sodachi, who seemed rather uncomfortable despite the fact that she was trying to insult me, “my point is, why’d you single out the subject of not having toilets in particular?”
“There’s no reason.”
If you’re not sensitive to the subject matter, then there’s probably a different reason, right?”
“I don’t see why this is even-”
“Could it be that, you, Oikura Sodachi, the proud girl who worships mathematics to the point of once trying to get everyone at her old school to call her Euler, are stuck in a situation where you have to use the bathroom but are unable to, because you’re trapped in a classroom with your class’s representative?”
At that, Sodachi’s eyes widened and she stopped squirming.
Or, more accurately, she tried to stop squirming. She managed to hold herself still for a few moments, but then she once again began rubbing her legs together and she gave me a truly pitiful look.
“I want to die.”
It was my turn to be surprised.
Rather, that was a very extreme reaction for even the silver-haired girl.
She tilted her head upwards, and her face was contorted into a soft, eerie smile. Her eyes betrayed no emotion, as though she didn’t care about anything anymore.
“I want to die. This is so humiliating. You, who has the nerve to sit here talking to me like we’re friends, who has the guts to talk about me like you know even the slightest thing about me, have to be trapped in this classroom together with me while I’m stuck here trying to hold it in. I’m stuck here, having to go to the bathroom while my enemy watches. I want to die.”
“Hey,” I leaned back, holding my hands up defensively like I had done anything wrong, “It’s not that bad! I mean, it’s natural for this kind of situation! That is… if you get stuck somewhere, you’re inevitably going to have to go, right? I mean, if we’re really gonna be stuck in here all night, I’m gonna have to go to, eventually! So it’s not like we’re not in the same boat! Rather, we should be focusing on finding something to use as a makeshift toilet for the night.”
“Absolutely not!” Sodachi shot down that idea, “There’s no way I’m peeing in the same room as you!”
“It’s not like you have a choice. If we’re truly stuck in here all night, there’s no way you’re gonna hold it in the whole time.”
“You underestimate my abilities!”
“It’s not a matter of your abilities, it’s a question of the limitations of the human body!”
I let out a heavy sigh. There was literally no reasoning with Sodachi at this point.
“Well, I’m going to look around the room for a container that I can use as a toilet for when I need to go. Don’t expect me to be as ridiculously stubborn as you when that time comes.”
So I said.
Not five minutes later, I pulled an old bucket out of the locker with the cleaning supplies. It was a spare, rather than the one we used to clean the floors, so no one would get too mad at us for using it as a toilet in this kind of situation.
I placed it in the corner and pointed to it for Sodachi, “I’d rather clean up a bucket tomorrow morning than the floor, and I doubt you’d want to sit in wet clothes for the rest of the night.”
“I’m not peeing in that.”
Sodachi rubbed her knees together and gazed at the bucket almost longingly, and for a second I figured she was gonna give in. But she took another look at me and turned her whole body away, scoffing.
I took a seat across the room from her, pulling out my phone and playing with it idly. I wasn’t planning on calling anyone else. In truth, I only had a handful of other people in my contacts list, and none of them were close enough that I’d consider calling them and asking them to run back to the school to bail us out. Besides, it was late enough that the school gates were probably closed by now. I wasn’t friends with anyone who would be willing to break into our school grounds just to unlock a door for me.
Well, Yuuki would, but…
Across the room, Sodachi was fiddling with her twintails as she bobbed up and down desperately.
“Don’t look at me with those pitiful eyes!” she snapped, glaring at me from across the room, “Stop staring at me in general, you pervert!”
“Even if you say that, I’m worried about you,” I replied, “Holding it in is supposed to be bad for your health.”
“That’s what they say, but of all the times I’ve been forced to hold it, I’ve never gotten sick,” Sodachi replied.
“You make it sound like you holding it is a bit of a habit for you.”
“Are you implying I do it intentionally? What kind of person do you think I am?”
“Even if you ask that, you did say you hold it in a lot.”
“I said I’ve been forced to, did I not?” Sodachi replied, glaring at me angrily, “I don’t want to discuss such unsavory things with the enemy, but my childhood was not a pleasant one. There were times when I would be locked in my bedroom for hours on end. If I tried to ask to come out to use the bathroom, I’d be yelled at. If I wet myself or made a mess on the floor, I’d be hit. Of course, that was back in middle school. After my parents split up, I was basically in charge of myself, so those days ended.”
I stopped.
This whole time, I was trying to mitigate the severity of being locked in a classroom.
Rather, I was trying to make it seem like being locked in a room for hours wasn’t that big of a deal.
To someone with the kind of childhood Sodachi had, the very situation probably brought about bad memories.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t pity me. You can’t change the past by showing me sympathy.”
“No, I mean, I’m sorry.”
Sodachi didn’t seem to understand what I meant, so I got to my feet and walked over to her.
“Sorry, Sodachi-san.”
I wrapped my arms around her in a hug and she let out a squeak of surprise. With my arms wrapped around her, I could feel her squirming, and her body was covered with a thin layer of sweat. The classroom wasn’t hot or anything, so I figured that was from the effort of her holding it in. From up close, I could hear her uneven breaths, and every now and then she’d moan quietly or inhale sharply.
I let go rather quickly, not wanting to make either of us any more uncomfortable than we already were, and stood back up. From our positions, Sodachi had to look up at me to meet my gaze, and likewise I was looking down at her.
Perhaps it was her pose, with her shoulders pointed inwards and her arms resting on her bouncing knees, or perhaps it was her slightly troubled, strained expression, but aside from the cold, strong-willed person that butted heads with me ever since she transferred into our class, Sodachi looked very vulnerable.
“What was that-”
“This whole time I’ve been thinking about how much of a nuisance you’ve been. You transferred so late into our third year… next term we’ll be taking college entrance exams, you know? Then on top of that, I was obligated as the class representative to try helping you adjust to school life here. I’ve been acting like you’re just some troublemaker with a bad attitude, but I never considered for a minute there might’ve been a reason for any of it. You’ve been abrasive, but I haven’t exactly been cordial either, right? Come to think of it, you probably didn’t want to get swept up from your old school either. It was probably happenstance, yet I treated it like it was your fault and resented you. So, please forgive me.”
After I said that, an uncomfortable silence filled the room.
Sodachi didn’t reply.
Instead, she kept staring up at me with a dull expression on her face.
Then…
“Ha…”
“....!?”
“Hahahahahaha! You idiot, if you make me laugh, I’ll wet myself.”
“What!?”
Sodachi’s eyes narrowed, “You resented me because I transferred here in the middle of our second term? I don’t care about that. You found my personality abrasive and you were cold towards me? That’s only natural. Out of all the things you apologized for, I don’t care about any of them.”
With a strong conviction, Sodachi said those words.
And then…
“The reason I hate you is simply because you insulted mathematics. You had the nerve to come before me and insult such a beautiful, logical subject. The reason I hate you runs no deeper than that. If you’re going to apologize for anything, apologize for that first!”
Sodachi removed her hands from her knees and crossed them over her chest to punctuate her point. She even managed to keep poised enough despite her situation to make it seem a little intimidating. It didn’t last long, however, and she started shaking a little bit afterwards.
Regardless.
“I’m sorry,” I bowed my head, “I’m sorry about that one comment I made. To be honest, I’m not really good at math, so I didn’t have any problems making fun of it. Still, that was a careless thing for me to say.”
“Do you want to improve?”
“Huh?” I looked up from bowing, and Sodachi was looking down at me.
“Do you want to improve your mathematics skills?”
“Huh? Well, I guess. I mean, it would be helpful for passing my college entrance exams.”
“No! It can’t be for any reason like that. Do you, Takashiro Haru, want to improve your skills in mathematics, for the sole purpose of garnering a better understanding of the subject. Do you want to understand mathematics so you can appreciate it, and cherish it?”
All that seemed like it was a little bit much for someone like me, but I felt like saying no in this situation would be like choosing the wrong option in a visual novel and breaking the social link.
“Y-yes.”
“Then, your apology is accepted,” Sodachi replied, “I will take it upon myself to be your personal math tutor until you learn enough about mathematics that you have no choice but to love it.”
And like that, the tension in the room died.
“Now, since we’re stuck here anyway and have nothing better to do,” Sodachi began, “Grab your bag and pull up a desk, we’re starting now!”
“You say that, but in this kind of situation, all I really want to do is take a nap and wait for someone to show up!”
“There’s no way I’m letting you relax when I’m in this kind of situation,” Sodachi replied angrily. She then turned away, blushing as she rubbed her legs together in desperation, “B-besides, I really want to get my mind off my bladder.”
So, we began a math lesson.
Well, I say it was a math lesson, but we were really just looking over our math homework together.
Still, that seemed a good of a place to start as any, or so said Sodachi.
In truth, it was hard for me to concentrate on the math.
After all, even if she was good at hiding it, Sodachi definitely had to go to the bathroom.
It was subtle motions here and there, and it was hard to see from across from her with two desks pushed up against each other. I imagine her legs were rubbing against each other and bouncing, but her upper body seemed relatively still. If I didn’t have the preexisting knowledge that Sodachi had to use the bathroom, I wouldn’t have even considered it from where I sat.
That was, until halfway through our homework problems.
“Now, should we use sine or cosine for this problem?” Sodachi quizzed me.
“Uh, it’s negative sine, right?”
“Wrong! Look here, if we’re supposed to take the derivative of sine, then-”
In the middle of her explanation, Sodachi gasped and jammed her hand beneath the desk. She twisted her body a little and I could hear her shoes tapping against the floor as she let out a quiet moan. She regained her composure a few moments later, but her hand remained below the desk.
“S-sorry, I… Let’s just continue,” Sodachi replied.
The lesson continued, but interruptions had become a lot more frequent. Sodachi would pause in the middle of sentences every so often, and her breathing sounded ragged. Sweat was dripping down her face, and she couldn’t keep still to save her life.
Still, somehow she made it to the end of our homework.
I looked over my completed answer sheet, and I couldn’t help but smile a little. Sodachi, rather than giving me all the answers and letting me walk away without learning anything, played her role as a math tutor well. The last couple of questions I was able to work through on my own with no problems, and I honestly felt like I understood the subject matter a little more.
Now, however, there was nothing to distract Sodachi from her problem, and it had definitely gotten worse since we started.
The silver-haired girl was whimpering almost non-stop now, dancing around in her seat with both hands jammed between her legs. She was resting her head on the desk currently, squeezing her eyes shut and taking sharp inhales of breath as though she were a martial artist ready to smash through a bunch of tiles with her hand.
I checked my cell phone. The time was 8 pm. The earliest anyone got to school was 5 am, so we wouldn’t be getting out before then.
Needless to say, there was absolutely no way Sodachi would make it until then.
Sodachi’s eyes shot open and she let out a desperate moan. She wriggled around in her seat before standing up and crossing her legs tightly as she doubled over and glanced around the room.
Her eyes fell upon the bucket I had taken out earlier and her face turned bright red.
Still, her eyes glistened with longing as she gazed at it, and I could tell she wanted to give into the temptation.
Well, it was her own stubbornness that was preventing her from using it in the first place, so I guess it would make sense that, now that she’s reaching her limit, she’d give in and just use the bucket.
Still, part of me felt almost disappointed at the prospect of Sodachi reaching that conclusion.
Or rather, regardless of how bad this sounds, I was starting to enjoy watching Sodachi struggle against her body’s needs.
“I…”
Sodachi straightened up, and, with as much composure as someone as desperate as her could muster up, she rubbed her legs together and said, “I… I’ll use it. That makeshift toilet. So you better not look!”
“Sure thing,” I replied, trying not to let my disappointment show as I turned around, “I’ll plug my ears too, if it’ll make you feel better.”
“G-good!” Sodachi noted.
I heard the silver-haired girl rush over to the other side of the room, where I had left the spare cleaning bucket. Rather than plugging my ears with my fingers, however, I grabbed a pair of headphones out of my pocket and plugged one end into a small music player I carried around with me.
I make a motion as though to turn it on, but the truth was I left it off so I could still hear relatively well.
I felt a little guilty, but after that display of desperation Sodachi put on for me, there was no way I was going to miss the resolution completely.
I heard the rustle of fabric as Sodachi presumably slid down her panties, and I waited to hear the sound of liquid splashing against the inside of a metal bucket. Instead, I heard the mechanical sound of a lock opening and the sound of a door sliding open.
Instinctually, I turned around without thinking.
I turned around at an incredible time, because Sodachi was still pulling up her panties.
It seemed she had balled her skirt up in front of her and had been holding it to keep it out of the way while she relieved herself, because the fabric was still mostly bunched up in front of her. By some mere coincidence, however, her back side was facing towards me right now, so she had just finished pulling her panties up and her skirt was almost entirely folded up in the back, giving me a clear view of her striped undergarments.
I almost wanted to laugh at how stereotypical it was for a girl to wear striped panties and sport a twintailed hairstyle. It was like Sodachi was self-aware of how tsundere she was.
Well, she was really just cold and abrasive. I had yet to find the dere. But now that I had seen her striped panties, I was sure she possessed the capability to go dere, even if it was a legendary transformation she hadn’t awakened to yet.
I also couldn’t help but notice a sizable wet patch in the crotch region of her panties.
By some miracle, Sodachi hadn’t noticed that I had seen all that, so I quickly averted my gaze and turned my attention towards the door as well.
The door slid open, and a familiar face appeared on the other side of it.
Sodachi was still in the middle of recovering from nearly getting caught peeing into a bucket in a classroom, so it was left to me to express my surprise at seeing this person at the door.
“Y-Yuuki-chan!?”
Yuuki was out of breath and her face was red like she had just run a marathon, but in reality her house was a half-hour walk away from the school, and it had been nearly an hour since we had called her. Even considering the energy she would’ve needed to climb the gate, she shouldn’t be this out of breath from a casual stroll.
That is, if she wasn’t cursed.
As it stood, Yuuki looked ready to pass out, and I rushed to her with a concerned gaze.
“Y-Yuuki-chan, are you alright? Why did you come here? I didn’t tell you we were stuck.”
“I figured something was wrong, so I called your house. Your cousin told me you hadn’t come home yet. I came as soon as I could.”
“But, you shouldn’t push yourself like that!”
“I know I should rest as much as possible, but I thought you might’ve gotten caught up with another oddity.”
“If that happened, you, as my only other friend who knows about them, would be the first to know!”
“I thought you wouldn’t want to trouble me with your situation! I mean, you couldn’t even tell me you were trapped in a classroom!”
“If it were an oddity, I could ask for advice on how to solve the problem. That’s something you can do without leaving the house.”
“Look, I know you’re concerned about me, but this curse is my burden to bear. That’s what I decided. So please, be more honest with me.”
I let out a heavy sigh and nodded, “Sure, sure. Next time I’ll--”
“M-move…”
Suddenly, a voice behind me gasped out those words.
“M-move… please…” Sodachi spoke. I turned around to find Sodachi, doubled over and looking on the brink of wetting herself, grabbing her crotch tightly and dancing in place. She was looking at us expectantly, and I realized me and Yuuki had been blocking the door.
We moved out of the way and Sodachi practically darted out of the classroom. I found myself stepping out into the hall and watching her sprint down towards the far end of the corridor where the bathrooms were.
Suddenly, however, the twintailed girl tripped and fell to the ground with a hard thud. Yuuki gasped, and we both rushed over to Sodachi.
“Are you okay?” Yuuki asked, once again freshly out of breath even after just a few meters of running.
Sodachi shakily shifted herself into a kneeling position, then brought one knee up to try to stand up. As she did, she gasped and immediately put the knee back down, jamming her hands between her legs.
“Can’t... “
“What’s wrong?” Yuuki asked.
“I… I can’t….” Sodachi trailed off, tears in her eyes as she practically trembled in her place on the floor, “I can’t move… it’s… it’s going to come out.”
Yuuki instantly realized what was going on and gasped, “Come on, we’ll help you up. Hang in there a little longer, the bathroom’s right over there!”
I got under one of Sodachi’s shoulders, and Yuuki got under her other, and we tried to ease Sodachi up as evenly as possible. Unfortunately, Yuuki couldn’t quite lift Sodachi up on her side, and she nearly dropped her. In panic, Sodachi wrapped her arms around me fully and stood up the rest of the way.
Unfortunately, by wrapping her arms around me, Sodachi had removed them from between her legs.
If she let go of me, she’d fall on her unsteady footing, but if she didn’t grab herself, she was going to burst.
“I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore….”
Sodachi stiffened up completely, unable to move. There was nothing I could do but stand there as Sodachi squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered. Suddenly, her eyes shot open and she gasped.
“No!”
A loud hissing sound resonated throughout the hallway as Sodachi exploded. Pee fell to the floor in patters like a heavy rain as rivulets ran down her long legs. As she peed, she continued to cling to me, extending her butt out and away from me to avoid peeing on me as well. She was trembling, and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she relieved herself right there in the school hallway.
Even after a good minute, Sodachi still seemed to be peeing at full force. She was panting like she had been holding it in for a while, and it wasn’t until I thought the silver-haired girl would break some kind of world record that the stream finally trickled off and stopped.
Even after the stream had stopped, pee still dripped down Sodachi’s legs like drops of rain off of wet leaves after a rainstorm.
Sodachi looked up at me with a tear-filled expression, and I was about to try to comfort her, when.
“I’ll kill you.”
Sodachi pushed herself off of me and glared at me with cold, intense eyes. It would’ve actually genuinely frightening if her skirt wasn’t dripping with her own urine.
“You idiot! You dumb pervert! I can’t believe I wet myself in front of you! This is your fault! I despise you!”
“H-hey, I didn’t-”
“I despise you! I can’t believe you saw such a shameful thing from me! I’ll gouge your eyes out!”
That wouldn’t get rid of the memory of what I saw, even if you did that.
No, rather…
“T-that’s a little extreme! I mean, we were locked in that room, so no one’s going to blame you-”
“Mashino-san wound up coming anyway! You should’ve just asked her for help from the start. If she had arrived five minutes earlier…!”
“Hey, you agreed with my reasoning when I told you why I didn’t tell her!”
“Oikura-san, it’s really alright. After all, you haven’t gone since you got to school right?”
Yuuki had said that.
Yuuki said that directly to Sodachi.
“Y-you…!”
“I used to be the class rep before Haru-san there,” Yuuki pointed out, “Of course I’m going to pay attention to the habits of the new transfer student. Force of habit, you know?”
Sodachi lowered her head, “It’s true. I’ve gotten into the habit of putting it off. Well, it’s more like, I know my limits and I stay within them.”
That must’ve been a habit stemming from her childhood.
She must’ve gotten used to holding it, so she’s the kind of person who can put off a trip to the bathroom even if she needs to go.
So… here’s the epilogue. Or should I say the punchline.
In the end, Sodachi continued to treat me with that abrasiveness from before, but she no longer made it a point to fill every one of her comments towards me with malice. We all helped clean up after Sodachi’s accident, so in the end, we really went above and beyond in terms of classroom duty.
Well, I say that.
But in the end, we forgot to push the desks that me and Sodachi had studied at, so the next day when we got to school, Sodachi and I wound up getting scolded for goofing around. Some unsavory rumors cropped up as well, regarding why the desks were out of place and what we did rather than organizing them. As the class rep, I tried to reprimand students for spreading rumors about the new transfer student, but since the rumors also involved me, that tactic more or less failed. Still, most of them were so ridiculous and over-the-top that they’d no doubt die down rather quickly.
A week after the incident, I found myself letting out a sigh as I stared out the window of the classroom. As the last class of the day was brought to a close by the sound of the bell, I grabbed my bag and stepped out into the hallway.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
A familiar voice called out from behind me, and I turned around to see Sodachi, standing in the door to the classroom with her hands on her hips, her bag held loosely in her left hand.
“You didn’t forget our agreement already, did you?” Sodachi scoffed, “Well, it’s like a baboon who can’t appreciate mathematics like you to forget, so I’ll remind you, you’re coming with me for math tutoring, remember!?”
“Yeah, I know,” I replied dryly.
We walked down the hall together as we made our way to the stairwell, but when Sodachi passed by the bathrooms, her eyes lingered on the door tellingly.
She still seemed a little embarrassed about last week, so I decided to do her a favor.
Maybe she’d go easy on me during tutoring if she realized I was trying to be nice.
Well, that was pretty unlikely.
“Actually, I had something to talk to Yuuki-chan about. I’m not trying to run away, I promise! I’ll just be five minutes, so I’ll meet you down by the shoe lockers, okay?”
Sodachi crossed her arms, “Fine! But if you’re not there, I’ll despise you, got it!”
I bit back a snarky, “don’t you already” and turned back towards the classroom. As I made my way back, I peeked at Sodachi out of the corner of my eye, and sure enough, she stepped into the girls’ bathroom.
--Sodachi Locked End--
Edited May 15, 2017 by Railgun-sama
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Here we go. The second arc. If you couldn't already tell from the first one, these are going to be story focused almost as much as desperation focused, but unfortunately this one's more the former than the latter. I'm trying to write a story where the desperation doesn't feel forced, like it's just squeezed in there for the sake of it, but unfortunately that means I'm often left wondering where I'm going to put the desperation in. In Sodachi's arc, I picked a scenario where desperation was almost inevitable, but I wasn't so lucky this time. Still, I managed to squeeze some in and make it plot relevant, and the second half of Yuuki Eel (which I've started on) will definitely have a bigger focus on desperation.
So, without further ado, I present the second arc of Omomonogatari!
-------------------------Yuuki Eel -- Remora Half001
For the second time in as many weeks, I found myself standing at the door of Oikura Sodachi’s apartment.
Well, I make it sound like I had come here on my own, but in truth, Sodachi had dragged me here as soon as class ended. We had walked here together, and the only reason I was waiting out here now, rather than inside the apartment with Sodachi, was because she said she wanted to change out of her uniform.
I let out a sigh and looked up at the blue sky, tugging on the collar of my own school uniform.
How inconsiderate of her, seeing as I had no choice but to be stuck in mine.
Well, I think it would be even weirder if she had been considerate of that, so I guess this means everything’s fine.
“Alright,” Sodachi replied as she opened the door, “You can come in now.”
I looked back down and turned towards the doorway, and my eyes widened.
“Hey, you said I could come in, but really, what are you trying to pull here?” I asked dryly.
“Huh?” Sodachi asked, tilting her head to the side innocently.
“I mean, why do you look like you’re ready to go to bed?”
Sodachi Oikura was standing in the doorway, wearing a loose-fitting, yellow, spaghetti strap nightgown and matching boyshorts with white trim and pink ribbons. No matter how you looked at it, a boy going into a girl’s apartment alone when she was wearing something like that had very obvious implications.
“I can’t afford the luxury of a diverse wardrobe, so this is the most comfortable set of clothes I own,” Sodachi explained, “Besides, if I’m a central character here, shouldn’t I appear in my most iconic outfit?”
“You have a lot of audacity, breaking the fourth wall after only a single arc.”
I shook my head.
“No no, wait… first I have to address the ridiculous notion that you want to wear that through our entire tutoring session.”
“I told you, it’s not that I want to specifically wear this outfit or anything, it’s just the most comfortable thing I own.”
“What’s wrong with just staying in your school uniform?”
“Well, now I’d have to waste more time changing back into it, so I’d rather not.”
“I’m asking why you changed out if it in the first place!?”
“A whim, I guess.”
“Once again, what exactly are you trying to pull here!?”
Sodachi grabbed my arm forcefully and dragged me inside her apartment, “We’re wasting time arguing about this. If you don’t like what I’m wearing, I’ll just strip down. You can’t complain about my clothes if I don’t have any, right?”
“Have a little bit of modesty, will you!?”
“Modesty, what’s that taste like?”
“You’re really clueless when it comes to things that aren’t mathematics, aren’t you?”
“No, that’s that ahoge-sporting protagonist of the main story. I’m better at academics in general.”
I let out a sigh and let it go, taking my shoes off and stepping further into the apartment.
Sodachi stepped past me and sat down at a small table in the center of the room. She had apparently prepared it ahead of time, as there were a few math textbooks and various writing implements placed upon it.
I sat down across from her, and the lesson began.
002
“So, since the derivative here is negative, that means the graph of the equation is decreasing on the interval from 0 to 1, got it?”
“Yeah, and that means that where the derivative is positive, the graph’s increasing?”
“Precisely. I’d say you catch on fast, but this is all stuff we went over in class two days ago.”
Even if Sodachi said that, I had absolutely no memory of going over this in class.
Still, arguing with Sodachi, who was practically in love with math and absolutely wouldn’t make a mistake about what we went over in math class, was pointless.
“Well, at least you’re not slow. I only had to explain it to you once,” Sodachi finished, “I’m surprised.”
“This is the third time we’ve had these lessons, act a little less impressed at my mental capacity.”
“Fine. You’re a complete moron.”
“That’s the other extreme!”
“Stop fooling around, we’re wasting-”
Sodachi’s sentence was cut off by the sound of my cell phone buzzing in my pocket.
I shot her an apologetic look and took out my phone, reading the name that showed up on the caller id.
Mashino Yuuki
Ordinarily, I would try to at least be cordial and notify the person I had been talking to the importance of the call. At the very least, I might’ve explained that, as someone close to Yuuki, anything she would be calling about could be important.
However, this was Sodachi we were dealing with here, so I didn’t exactly mind simply answering without preface.
“Hello?”
“Haru-san, are you busy right now?”
“A little,” I answered honestly, “I’m at Sodachi-san’s for our weekly math tutoring session. Why?”
“Oh, it’s not that big of a deal. I just… I heard a rumor about something strange going on in town today, so I figure I’d bring it up to a specialist first.”
A specialist.
Yes, that’s right.
Well, I suppose it’s only half-right.
I’m a specialist-in-training, rather than a full-fledged specialist, but I’ve been making progress in learning about oddities, so it’s true I’m something of an expert on the subject. Or, perhaps more accurately, I was to oddities as Sodachi was to mathematics. A peer tutor who could answer the stuff I’ve already been taught, but someone who still needed their own teacher.
Speaking of, my teacher was a vampire-exterminating specialist named Grimoire Cutlass.
How I became her student is a story for another day.
Right now, the important part was that Yuuki was seeking out my assistance as a specialist.
“I’m listening,” I replied.
“Well, if you’re busy with Sodachi-san, I don’t want to be a nuisance. At the very least, the rumor wasn’t anything too serious like a vampire showing up or anything, so it should be okay to wait until you get home.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be rude to Sodachi-san.”
That’s what she said, but….
Please, Yuuki-chan, save me from the endless math!
Yuuki told me to call her back when I was free and hung up without another word.
The second she did, Sodachi grabbed the cell phone out of my hand and flipped it closed with a rough clack.
“Carelessly announcing that I’m giving you math lessons… You do realize the rumors from the other week haven’t died down yet, right?”
Sodachi looked at me with an intense gaze, and I felt like my relaxed expression was probably a little insulting to her.
“Calm down,” I replied, holding a hand up defensively, “It was just Yuuki-chan. She knows basically all the details about the other day, so she’s not going to be spreading any rumors.”
Sodachi tilted her head to the side, leaning back onto her arms and letting one of the straps on her nightgown slip off her shoulder. It was a rather dangerous position she had put herself in, so I averted my gaze.
“Who is Mashino-san to you?”
That question caught my attention, and I turned back towards Sodachi almost immediately.
“I mean, you two seem rather close. What is your relationship with her?”
What indeed.
That was quite a complicated subject.
That sounds like the stereotypical thing to say when you’re talking about people who don’t know if they’re together or not, but it’s really not like that at all. Romantically, between me and Yuuki, there’s nothing there.
But as two people…
“Yuuki is someone I’d give up my left arm to protect if I had to,” I answered.
Coyly.
Unclearly.
There was no way Sodachi knew what I meant by that.
“I guess, the relationship between us is that of someone who made a promise to fix everything, only to fail. In that sense, I guess you could say my caring for Yuuki is out of atonement.”
“I feel like there’s a story there,” Sodachi replied, “I want to hear it.”
“W-well, it’s Yuuki-chan’s story,” I answered uneasily, “So, I’m not sure about just telling it outright like th- hey, what are you doing with my phone!?”
Sodachi sat up instantly and flipped my phone open, clicking through it briefly before hitting a button and holding it up to her ear.
“Hello, Mashino-san? Yes…. Yes, I took his phone… Yes, well, I had a question…. Would it be alright if Takashiro-san told me the story of how you two met? ….............. Well, I don’t know about that, but, I imagine it’s that one… alright… okay… I’ll tell him. Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow…. Later.”
Sodachi flipped the phone closed again and held it out for me.
“I have Mashino-san’s permission. You can tell me.”
I grabbed the phone hesitantly and nodded, “Y-yeah, alright.”
Although I said that, I wasn’t sure if it was really alright. My interactions with Yuuki have revolved around the supernatural from the very beginning. Oddities. Curses. Specialists. Those aren’t things someone who has had no exposure to the supernatural would readily accept without question.
Still, Sodachi wanted to know, and I had a feeling dodging my way out of this would only make her more curious.
“Well, I should start off by saying that this story is probably going to sound crazy and unbelievable to you. Actually, I’d be more worried if you found it easy to believe. Still, it’s all true.”
“I won’t promise I’ll believe you, but I’ll at least listen,” Sodachi nodded.
“Alright. It all began on the last day of school before Golden Week. The story of how I met Mashino Yuuki and failed to save her.”
003
The date was April 28th.
Tomorrow would be April 29th. Showa Day. The first day of Golden Week.
For many, that was reason enough to celebrate, but for me, it left me with a heavy heart.
The reason for that was simple-- while many others were looking forward to time off to relax from their studies and goof off, my Golden Week was not going to be relaxing. In reality, it had already been claimed by someone.
In other words, I had difficult obligations to fulfill, so I wasn’t exactly thrilled about that day coming.
Still, April 28th was my last day of freedom before then, so I suppose I was a little more relaxed than I should’ve been.
It started during physical education.
A girl with short brown hair and emerald green eyes, wearing our school’s female gym uniform that’s shameless enough to still have bloomers rather than gym shorts.
A girl with a petite yet still well-endowed figure.
The girl I knew back then only as our class representative.
Mashino Yuuki.
Just after I finished running, as I glanced over at the girl’s group.
Mashino Yuuki collapsed.
It was only spring, but it was particularly hot that day, so ordinarily, one would assume it was the result of heat exhaustion. At least, that would’ve been a reasonable assumption for anyone but Mashino Yuuki. She was the class representative and a model student in all fields, including personal health. She made sure to stay hydrated and she was physically fit, so something like this was really out of the blue.
It was possible it was a physical problem, but I had instantly considered an entirely different possibility altogether.
It was entirely me just jumping to conclusions, but the thought that ran through my mind was this.
Maybe Mashino Yuuki collapsed because of something supernatural. Maybe Mashino Yuuki had encountered an oddity.
Oddities.
Supernatural phenomenon, that exist only to be observed by humans.
Gods, Vampires, Ghosts…
Anything one would typically consider monsters would fall under the category of “Oddities”.
It might seem a little hard to believe for someone who’s never encountered anything supernatural, but all of these things exist.
I talk about the supernatural like I’ve known about it for my whole life, but at this point, it was only a month ago during spring break that I first encountered the world of the supernatural. That was the incident that set me down the path to become someone who specializes in the supernatural.
I suppose I should mention that, briefly.
Among humans, there are those who make it their job to deal with Oddities.
Some exorcise them. Some act as mediators or negotiators. Some manipulate the supernatural for the sake of their clients. Regardless of their methods, these people have a large amount of expertise when regarding the supernatural.
I should say, even now, the things I know about oddities and the supernatural is limited. I’d say I know more than the average person, but I’m nowhere near the level of being able to call myself a full-fledged specialist.
Back then, when Mashino Yuuki collapsed, I knew even less.
That’s why I have to say that assuming Yuuki collapsed because of an Oddity was a leap of logic at the time.
Regardless.
With that possibility in my mind, I rushed over to where Yuuki collapsed.
Obviously, since she had been on the other end of the field, surrounded by our other female classmates, she had already been helped into a sitting position, and was surrounded by people asking if she was okay. Actually, by the time I got there, the conversation had already progressed to deciding to take her to the nurse.
“I’ll do it!” I called out as I ran up to the girl’s group.
The female coach looked at me with some level of confusion.
“Takashiro-kun, what are you doing over here?”
“I saw Mashino-san collapse, so I wanted to see if I could help. I’ve finished my run, so it wouldn’t be a problem for me to take her to the nurse.”
“Well, that’s fine I suppose,” the coach agreed, “Mashino-san, can you walk?”
“I don’t think so,” Yuuki whimpered, looking down at her legs with trembling eyes, “I feel so weak all of a sudden…”
“Alright, Takashiro,” the coach turned to me, “You’ll have to carry her. No complaining, since you volunteered.”
And so, I found myself carrying our class representative on my back.
As I walked down the hallway towards the nurse’s office, Yuuki broke the silence and said, “I’m sorry… for causing you so much trouble.”
She was breathing heavily, and her voice was barely above a whisper. Yet she had apologized to me for making her carry her, even though I had volunteered. She was a class representative who would shoulder so many different responsibilities at once, yet the second someone else stepped in to help her out, she’d feel bad for troubling them.
I realized then that that was the kind of person Mashino Yuuki was.
“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, “Carrying you is really no big deal.”
That wasn’t something I just said to be nice.
Truthfully, carrying Yuuki didn’t in the least bit trouble me.
I might not look like it underneath a uniform, but I’m actually pretty muscular. I also have a lot of stamina, so even though I had just finished running, I wasn’t even out of breath. Not to mention that Yuuki, being nearly a foot shorter than me and having a small figure in general honestly didn’t weigh enough to inconvenience someone carrying them.
Putting that aside…
“Besides, you’re the class rep. You’ve worked really hard to maintain a relatively peaceful environment. As someone who’s benefited from your efforts, this is the least I can do.”
“Have I really done all that much, though? I mean, it’s still just the beginning of the year.”
“No, see, that’s what’s most impressive,” I answered, “It’s just the beginning of the year, but everyone’s already talking about how much work you’ve done as the class rep. You really shouldn’t sell yourself short.”
I paused. I was getting caught up in the conversation, but there was a reason I was here in the first place. I needed to find out if the ailment that caused Mashino Yuuki to collapse.
“Well, regardless, I was surprised when you collapsed abruptly like that. What exactly happened that made you collapse like that?”
Yuuki shook her head, “I don’t know. I just… my legs gave out on me all of a sudden. It’s like they just lost all their strength.”
“They lost their strength, huh?”
That did sound unusual.
Well, I say that, but there was no way of me determining whether it was a mundane kind of unusual or the kind of unusual that was caused by something supernatural. Moreover, from the way Yuuki had spoke, it didn’t sound like she knew much about what happened to her either. I guess I was hoping for something simple, like Yuuki seeing a ghost or an apparition or something right before it happened that she would’ve dismissed as her imagination, but it didn’t seem like there was anything like that.
In other words, as a novice specialist, my expertise had run out.
I let out a sigh and continued walking with Yuuki on my back.
That was, until Yuuki spoke up again.
“H-hey, Takashiro-san, you’re walking past the nurse’s office!”
I looked up and immediately realized she was right. To my left was the door to the nurse’s office, and beyond that were the faculty rooms and an exit to the side of the school.
“Geez,” Yuuki chided, “You’re really absentminded, aren’t you, Takashiro-san?”
“W-well, I’m not normally, I guess,” I tried to save face.
“Oho? Then is it that you’re distracted because you’re carrying a girl on your back?”
That was a comment I couldn’t let slide.
“Hey, Class Rep. You might not know me that well personally, but I’m not that kind of character.”
“Good. If you were, I’d have to teach you a lesson about leching after your classmates.”
Ignoring the fact that Yuuki couldn’t even walk by herself right now...
“Relationships between high school students aren’t taboo, you know? And don’t make it plural like I’m some kind of harem protagonist! Even if I was distracted by your well-endowed chest pressing against my back while carrying you or something, it’s still only one incident with one person, right?”
I had said all that in a breath. But suddenly I felt as though I had let something rather important slip out by accident.
“That’s… Takashiro-san, you…”
It seemed that, by saying something so carelessly, I had further broken Yuuki.
What a first impression I had made of myself.
Without waiting for Yuuki to recompose herself to come up with some response, I entered the nurse’s office at once.
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“She lost her strength?”
“Yeah,” I replied into my cell phone, which I was currently holding up to my ear, “She said her legs gave out underneath her like she lost all of her strength in them.”
“Hmmm….” the voice-- a mature, feminine voice that had some very distinct roughness to it spoke, “It started with her legs, then… but her whole body felt weak in general?”
“That’s what it seems like, yeah,” I replied, “She’s still being looked at by the nurse, so it could be nothing, but when I first saw it happen, my first impression was that it was an oddity. Maybe that’s a little naive to say.”
“Not at all, Takashiro-kun. As a specialist, your instinct is something you should rely on more. Actually, even from the limited information you told me, I do think it’s likely that this Mashiro-san has encountered some sort of oddity.”
“Wait, really!? So I was right?”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t say right, since you were completely clueless before calling me, but I’d say that your instincts were on point here. Well, I say that, but I don’t think I can know for sure unless I perform a direct examination. Do you think you’ll be able to bring Yuuki-chan to me?”
“Well,” I began, “She’s currently being looked over by the nurse. I’d imagine if they can’t figure out what’s wrong with her, they’ll likely send her home. If they feel it’s severe enough, they might send her to the hospital, though.”
“Hmm, if they do that, she’ll be there for a while. It’ll be trouble if that happens, so try to get her to me as soon as possible. Even if you have to kidnap her.”
“Don’t say such extreme things! I can’t do that no matter how you look at it!”
“Well, just try to get her to me as soon as possible. I hope I’m wrong, but if she’s encountered that oddity, then she’s already on borrowed time.”
“Hey, don’t joke about stuff like that. The way you say that, it makes it sound like Mashino-san’s going to die.”
“That’s a possibility. At least in the worst-case scenario. That’s why it’s important that you get her to me as quickly as possible. As a vampire-hunting specialist, I don’t particularly care about saving humans from other oddities, especially a high schooler who I can’t charge a hefty service fee to, but I can tell you’re someone who can’t stand the idea of someone dying. If she dies under your watch, you’ll become weak. I won’t lose the infinite potential of my protege to something so stupid.”
“Understood, I’ll come up with a way to get her to you by tonight. That’s enough time, right?”
“Sooner would be better, but even in the worst case scenario, I don’t think waiting until tonight will be a problem.”
With that, the woman on the other end of the phone hung up.
It was probably for the best. I was left without a single word in my mind to respond with.
Oddities were intense.
I had expected my experiences over spring break, where I was violently thrust into that world headfirst, were just a fluke. Like outliers that represented the most extreme experiences a human could expect to have. But hearing that a simple oddity that my classmate might have encountered by pure chance could wind up killing her…
I was in the middle of pondering all of this when the door to the nurse’s office opened.
I immediately jumped to attention and turned to the side, and I was surprised to see Yuuki, back on her feet-- albeit a bit shakily.
“H-hey, Takashiro-san… were you waiting for me?”
“Ah, yeah, something like that,” I replied, scratching the back of my head.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about me,” Yuuki smiled, “The nurse looked me over… looks like it was just a case of heat exhaustion after all. I don’t know how it happened, I was being careful and staying hydrated… but I guess I just got careless and pushed myself too hard.”
Heat exhaustion.
That didn’t seem like something that would affect only the legs.
Even still, Yuuki did say she was weak all over.
Maybe she just noticed her legs more because she had been running?
Either way, if that was the case, did that mean I didn’t need to bring her to my mentor?
I thought that with some relief, but…
In the end, wouldn’t it be safer just to double-check?
But if that was the case, how was I going to convince Yuuki to come with me, especially after she had been cleared by the nurse?
“Hey, Mashino-san,” I began, trailing off to try to come up with something to say.
“Hmm? What is it?” Yuuki asked.
She looked at me innocently, tilting her head in confusion.
Someone like this…
Someone like this couldn’t be close to dying, right?
No, more importantly, I couldn’t let someone like this die.
With that thought affirmed in my mind, I picked up Yuuki once more. It wasn’t piggyback this time, however. In the first place, it was impossible to give someone a piggyback ride without their consent.
No, I was instead carrying her bridal style.
I expected her to fight back, or yell, but instead, she let out a squeak that was way too cute for someone in her position and looked up at me.
“W-w-w-what do you think you’re doing, Takashiro-san!?”
“I’m saving your life,” I said, bluntly.
Well, it wasn’t that I knew that’s what I was doing yet.
In fact, I was hoping that she wouldn’t need saving.
But explaining everything would take too long, and there was still a chance she wouldn’t believe me in the first place.
“Trust me,” I asked Yuuki selfishly.
Like she’d have any reason to trust me.
Prior to her collapsing, our interactions were only that of distant classmates who knew each other by name only. We had talked maybe once or twice, but it was nothing substantial. Furthermore, I had made a careless comment about her chest while carrying her earlier, so she had even less of a reason to trust me in specific.
That’s what I had thought, anyway.
But Yuuki looked up to meet my eyes and nodded.
“I trust you.”
005
I was running.
With the brown-haired, green-eyed high school girl named Mashino Yuuki in my arms, I was running down the sidewalk at an alarming pace. That wasn’t an exaggeration. Yuuki seemed quite alarmed at how fast I was booking down the streets.
No matter how you looked at it, it was a pace you’d consider beyond the limit of human capabilities.
Well, there might have been some olympic runners that could come close in short sprints, but running across half the town at that rate would be impossible for a human to maintain.
The reason why I was able to maintain it was because of the secrets hidden under the pants-legs of my gym uniform. I say hidden, because even though it was the middle of spring, rather than wearing the short summer gym uniform, I was wearing the long sweatpants of our winter gym uniform.
The reason for that was also the secrets hidden under my gym uniform’s pant legs.
Well, when I put it like that, the only thing that you’d assume was hidden under pant legs would be legs themselves.
Indeed, all I had under the uniform pants were my own legs.
Well, I say they’re my legs, but in truth, they’re legs that, only recently fell under my ownership.
In other words, they were legs that did not originally belong to me.
And they were stronger than any human legs.
That’s right…
Both of my legs, from halfway down the thighs to my feet, were grafted the legs of a superhuman vampire.
Of course, even though my legs were that of a vampire, my lungs and heart were still human.
So, pushing myself to these limits still left me unable to explain any of this to Yuuki while I ran.
Instead, she must’ve thought she was being kidnapped by some monster.
Well, I guess that was exactly what was happening from a certain point of view.
Before long, we reached our destination-- an abandoned parking garage.
As I slowed down to a casual walking speed, Yuuki let out a sigh of relief.
“That was way too fast… it was like I was in riding a motorcycle.”
“Sorry,” I replied, gasping, “I wanted… to get you here… as fast as possible…”
“No, I mean, how did you even run that fast in the first place, Takashiro-san?”
I turned to reply, but it seemed like Yuuki had noticed something on my right arm, near where her head was. She turned her head, raising an arm and grabbed the sleeve of my gym uniform. She raised it up, revealing a red and white talisman with an intricate design plastered to my arm with medical tape.
“W-what’s this weird thing?” Yuuki asked, “It looks like something you’d buy at a shrine for New Years…”
“Ah, that,” I replied, “That’s just a-”
I froze as I watched Yuuki toying with the edge of the talisman, like she were going to peel it off.
“Please don’t touch that!”
“Why?” Yuuki asked, “Don’t tell me, Takashiro-san! You’re hiding a tattoo under there, even though you know tattoos are against school policy!”
“Why would I use such an intricate charm to hide a tattoo? Couldn’t I just wrap the area with gauze in that case?”
“Hmm… that logic also eliminates the idea that it’s an embarrassing scar or a fresh wound you don’t want others seeing…”
“Yeah, it’s none of those things,” I admitted.
“Then it should be fine if I take it off!”
“If you don’t want me to drop you, don’t take that off, please.”
“Now you’re just making me curious!”
I walked into the parking garage and made my way over to the staircase. I quickly carried Yuuki up to the fourth floor, the usual meeting spot for me and that woman.
That woman.
The second I emerged from the stairwell, I saw her.
A beautiful, yet still somewhat tomboyish woman.
Wearing a hoodie that was left unzipped past her breasts, which were not restrained by a bra, giving a full shot of her cleavage, and a skirt that barely extended below the end of the hoodie. With blood-red hair and matching red eyes.
She could almost pass off as a relatively normal, if not a little bit like an exhibisionist, if that were the extent of her outfit. However, she wore ridiculous black boots with countless buckles and crosses hanging from them, and the hoodie’s arms were torn clean off intentionally, revealing arms which were wrapped with tattoo sleeves. Well, I call them tattoos, but they looked more like alchemy runes for deconstructing and reconstructing matter.
She had the red eyes, she was just missing the scar.
I guess she’d also need white hair, too.
In addition, around her neck, on a necklace, dangled a glowing red eyeball pendant. The eye was narrow and elongated, like a serpents, and the orange-red color flickered like it was constantly burning. It was, easily, the most iconic and unsettling part of her design.
It would’ve also been the most noticeable thing about her, as well.
But right now, rather than looking poised like she usually does.
That woman.
She was squatting in the corner of the parking garage with her skirt raised and her thumbs underneath her panties as though she were ready to pull them down.
It was obvious what she had been planning on doing.
There wasn’t a bathroom in this abandoned parking garage.
Furthermore, that woman had taken up residence here, so it was only natural that she’d have to find a way to relieve herself.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t thought about those things up until this moment. I imagine she let her guard down.
In fact, she looked at us with a blank expression, like she hadn’t expected us.
Then it happened.
Before I could turn around.
Before I could mutter an apology…
Suddenly, her boot was being driven into my stomach.
Yuuki was gone. Or, more accurately, in that single moment, that red-haired woman had grabbed Yuuki out of my arms and kicked me in the stomach so hard I wanted to vomit.
I went flying back down into the stairwell, and tripped backwards down the stairs.
I don’t remember hitting the bottom.
Before I did, I blacked out.
006
It’s important to note that, at this point, I was unconscious. I only know these details because of what I was told after the fact. It seemed that, while I was out, Yuuki and that incorrigible woman had bonded somewhat.
“Aahhhh! Much better,” the red-haired woman who kicked me in the stomach sighed in relief as she, right there, in front of Yuuki, shamelessly did the thing she had kicked me in the stomach for walking in on her for.
In other words, squatting in the corner of the parking garage, where a small storm drain sat, that red-haired woman peed shamelessly at full force, like she was in a toilet stall.
I’d like to point out that I was still at the bottom of the stairwell at this time, so even if I had woken up, I wouldn’t have gotten to see such a sight.
Once she had finished up, she pulled her panties up and turned back towards Yuuki.
“So, you’re Takashiro-san’s classmate, Mashino Yuuki?”
Yuuki nodded, taking a step back. I had told her to trust me, but as I was currently unconscious, she was practically alone with such an eccentric stranger. I had told her to trust me, but it hadn’t been established whether she should trust who we were meeting with.
“Y-yeah,” Yuuki replied.
“Oh, pardon me, it must be rude, asking for your name when I haven’t even given you mine. I’m Grimoire Cutlass.”
“Cutlass…-san?” Yuuki echoed uneasily, unsure of how to approach such a foreign name.
“Hahahaha! Please, call me by my first name. Grimoire-san’s fine!”
“Grimoire-san, then,” Yuuki replied, “Why… what am I doing here?”
“Geez, didn’t Takashiro-san explain even that much? He knows that, as much as I have to, I hate being an expositional character.”
Grimoire did a show-offy cartwheel towards the center of the empty parking garage and turned back towards Yuuki, who was still walking around on shaky legs.
“To begin, Takashiro called me while you were at the nurse. He explained to me the situation under which you collapsed. A healthy, responsible girl like yourself collapsing of heat exhaustion… even to an adult like me who has to worry about pushing her body too hard knows that something seems off about that. Takashiro-san picked up on that and thought instantly that it was something strange.”
It was at this point that Grimoire gave Yuuki a rudimentary explanation of the supernatural. She explained about the relationship between oddities and specialists, and explained that she was currently mentoring me to become a specialist. It was also during this point that Grimoire told Yuuki to let me rest where I landed at the bottom of the stairs, and that I’d recover on my own eventually.
Don’t just leave me in such a position, even if I will recover!
But regardless...
“So, you think that I’ve encountered an oddity, and that’s why I collapsed?”
“I have yet to confirm it, but the fact that you can walk only increases this possibility. When Takashiro-san called, he said you couldn’t walk, but now you can, right?”
Yuuki nodded, “Yeah.”
“Then that means it’s already moving.”
Grimoire stepped back towards Yuuki and, abruptly, without warning, raised her gym shirt. Well, since Yuuki’s gym shirt was tucked into her bloomers, it took a little bit more than a single tug to lift the shirt up completely. Still, the end result was that Yuuki was standing there, being scrutinized by a stranger who was fine with wearing nothing but a hoodie that was only zipped up to just below the breasts.
“Hmm, it’s as I thought,” Grimoire frowned, “Truly, it’s the worst case scenario.”
“Worst case?”
“Mashino-san, have you pissed anyone off recently?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, is there anyone you’ve made mad in the last week or so. Well, perhaps since the beginning of the year would be a better question.”
“N-no, not that I can think of,” Yuuki replied, “I’m not close with everyone in my class, of course, but I don’t recall anyone ever saying mean things about me or looking at me with hateful eyes.”
“Is that so?” Grimoire narrowed her eyes at Yuuki, and she grinned a wide, toothy grin, “Because, Mashino-chan…”
Dropping the formalities, Grimoire referred to Yuuki like that.
“Someone really, really wants you dead.”
Yuuki told me later that hearing that, more than getting whisked away by a classmate who could run as fast as a car, or meeting a woman who was shameless enough to pee out in the open in an abandoned parking garage-- Yuuki had said that hearing someone wanted her dead made her heart skip a few beats.
“T-that’s…. That is…” Yuuki shook her head, “You’re lying…”
It wasn’t even an unreasonable thing to blurt out, in Yuuki’s case.
Yuuki, who had only recently been informed of the supernatural, and by a dubious person at that. And now that same dubious person was telling her that someone wanted her dead.
No, even more than that, it could be said that Yuuki’s entire personality was non-confrontational. She, being class representative, wouldn’t let certain things stand of course, but when it came to confronting someone doing something wrong, she took a peaceful approach. It worked most of the time, so I’d never seen her get aggressive with anyone. Actually, rather than just scolding people, she seemed to try her hardest to make other people understand different points of view from their own. It was conflict resolution that relied upon understanding rather than authority, so she was able to accomplish a lot more in such a short time.
That was why Yuuki was so incredible.
A non-confrontational person who easily understood others and was easily understood by others… a person like that couldn’t possibly have any enemies that would want them dead, right?
That’s probably what Yuuki herself had in mind.
She thought that she did everything right, so she didn’t understand why someone came to hate her anyway.
Or rather, she couldn’t understand it, so she rejected it.
“Well, you can say I’m lying all you want, but why else would someone put such a serious curse on someone else?”
“A c-curse?” Yuuki echoed dully.
“The Remora Eel,” Grimoire stated, “Well, it’s kind of a fictitious creature, since remoras and eels are different things entirely… but it’s been used as the base of a rather serious curse.”
Grimoire sat down, cross-legged on the ground, and patted the ground in front of her as if to beckon Yuuki to do the same. Yuuki complied, but it wasn’t like she had been completely comfortable around Grimoire in the first place. It was due more to the fact that Yuuki was still feeling unsteady on her legs.
As soon as Yuuki sat down, Grimoire extended a small cup towards her.
“It’s just water. Drink some.”
Yuuki looked down at the clear liquid uneasily, but Grimoire held up a popular brand of bottled water and shook it a few times to reassure the brown-haired girl. As if she needed more convincing, Grimoire then took a few swigs from the bottle itself, and Yuuki finally brought the cup to her lips.
It was just plain water after all.
“Now then,” Grimoire continued, “To understand the Remora Eel, we first have to understand the fundamentals behind curses. A curse is, to put it most simply, a mass of spiritual energy that binds itself onto a human. In general, this spiritual energy is negative, and imparts a negative effect to the person afflicted with the curse. As well, the spiritual energy more often than not takes the shape of an animal. The strongest curses impart an effect that naturally seems to align with the animal used for a base. For instance, if you wanted to make a curse that cuts a person’s speed, you might use a sloth or a snail as a base.”
Yuuki nodded, shifting uncomfortably on the ground. Grimoire either didn’t notice or didn’t care and continued.
“The Remora Eel was an oddity that was created for the sole purpose of being used as the base of the curse you have now. Well, in particular, Remoras have the characteristic of ‘latching on’, and some species of eels are parasitic, so the Remora Eel’s image is one of an animal that latches on and drains its host. Well, that was an image it got because the person who originally created the Remora Eel spread that idea in the heads of humans. The more people thought that such a creature existed in real life and could be used as the basis of a curse, the oddity that was the Remora Eel was born.”
“S-so,” Yuuki began, shifting her weight around and looking around nervously, “You mean that… I collapsed today because someone cursed me with such a thing?”
Grimoire nodded, “That’s what I believe, at least. I’ll confirm it in a bit, but allow me to explain the full effects of the Remora Eel’s curse.”
Yuuki nodded, shifting from a cross-legged position to a more traditional kneeling position, and placing her hands on her thighs.
“The Remora Eel Curse is parasitic in nature. The eel latches onto the victim, in this case you, at the feet and begins migrating up the legs and to the rest of the body. It’s a curse that, in the most basic form, saps a person’s strength. It takes all the energy from a person’s muscles and makes them unable to use them. Naturally, since it starts at the feet and works it’s way up, it will eventually reach some important muscles, like the diaphragm and the heart. If it reaches such vital muscles and saps their energy, obviously the person afflicted with the Remora Eel will die.”
Yuuki recalled in that moment what I had said to her back when I picked her up outside the nurse’s office.
“I’m saving your life.”
“S-so, I’m really going to die!” Yuuki asked as she squirmed around uncomfortably.
“Well, luckily it’s a curse, so there’s an easy countermeasure. The problem with curses, especially dangerous curses like the Remora Eel, is that they all can be rebound.”
“Re… rebound?”
“In other words, reflected back to the person who put the curse on you in the first place.”
Grimore said, with a grin.
“W-wait, wait a minute!” Yuuki frowned, fidgeting around in her spot on the ground, “I-if we rebound such a dangerous curse, wouldn’t the person who cursed me also die?”
“Yeah,” Grimoire nodded, smirking, “Revenge, retribution, and comeuppance, all at once. A capital punishment for trying to curse someone else with death. Isn’t that beautiful?”
“It’s unacceptable!” Yuuki replied firmly, “To kill another person, even if they tried to kill me first… it’s absolutely unacceptable!”
“Hey, hey,” Grimoire frowned, “Isn’t it a good thing if they die? Besides, if you don’t rebound the curse, you’ll die. It’s just like self-defense.”
“I won’t rebound it!”
Yuuki said that strongly.
Well, she tried to say it strongly.
But she was just a little bit…
“I won’t rebound it, and furthermore…”
Yuuki blushed, looking away.
“Grimoire-san… if there aren’t any toilets around here, I’d like to leave…”
“You can’t.”
Grimoire said, flatly.
“E-eh!?” Yuuki asked, rubbing her thighs together.
“Well, you can leave, if you can outrun me,” Grimoire replied, “But I’m not going to let you leave until we rebound that curse.”
“T-that’s unreasonable! I said I won’t rebound it!” Yuuki replied.
“Then you’ll have to get used to peeing openly like I did earlier. I won’t let you leave here with that curse. You either let me rebound it, or stay here until it kills you.”
“W-will you be able to explain the body!?” Yuuki asked.
“I’ll feed it to a vampire friend of mine. Actually, he’s doing me a big favor soon, so it’ll be convenient if I can give him some food.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
That wasn’t Yuuki’s voice.
It wasn’t Grimoire’s voice either.
No, by this time, I had recovered from my injuries sustained by falling down the stairs, and I regained consciousness.
“First of all, Mashino-san, she’s bluffing. Well, about feeding you to Dramaturgy, I mean. Vampires don’t like eating corpses.”
I got the image of that rather large, muscular man in my mind. I had met him only once, and that was a pretty disastrous meeting for me. At the time, he and Grimoire weren’t exactly on good terms, so by submitting myself as Grimoire’s apprentice as a specialist, I made myself his enemy as well. It was under those conditions we met, and he took exception to me almost immediately.
Well, to put it simply, to get back at Grimoire for betraying him, Dramaturgy tried to eat me.
Still, some events happened, and they seemed to have patched things up a little, so I don’t think I had to worry about that anymore.
“Furthermore, Mashino-san,” I replied, “You don’t even know who it is who tried to curse you. Why are you trying to protect them so badly?”
I said that.
But honestly, I understood her feelings.
It was less that she wanted to protect someone who had tried to kill her, and more that she didn’t think she was the kind of person who could make a conscious decision to bring harm to someone else.
Even if they had done it first.
Even if they had put the curse on her first…
Rebounding it and causing their death would be entirely Yuuki’s responsibility.
At least that’s what I thought.
“I don’t want anyone to suffer.”
Apparently, about Yuuki’s feelings. I was wrong.
“I don’t want anyone to suffer. I don’t want anyone to die. I want everyone to get along, and help each other. We’re all high school students, and most of us are aiming for the same thing in the end. We all want to graduate. That’s why I took my job as class representative seriously.”
Yuuki admitted.
“I’m the selfish kind of person who wants that kind of ideal world. I’m the ambitious kind of person who wants to work towards that goal. But even then, I understand it’s impossible.”
Yuuki, even amidst the squirming and wriggling around caused by her full bladder, said that.
“I understand that sometimes, people will hate each other. I understand that sometimes, people will suffer… but if I have to choose between suffering and letting someone else suffer, I’ll choose to suffer and just endure it. If I can save that other person, who wanted me to die so badly that they turned to the occult… if dying for that person’s sake or letting them die for my sake are my two options, then I’ll obviously chose to die!”
Yuuki finished.
She fell silent, and sat, squirming uncomfortably on the ground.
I couldn’t say anything to that.
Grimoire couldn’t argue with that.
No matter what either of us did or said, we wouldn’t get Yuuki to rebound the curse.
“But if I’m going to die, I’d like to at least say goodbye to my family first. Well, more importantly than that, I’d like to at least go to the bathroom first.”
Yuuki said that dark comedy line with a straight face.
“Actually, I really think that second one is a priority right now!”
Yuuki followed up, jamming her hands between her legs.
Grimoire responded by pointing to the corner where she had earlier relieved herself.
“If you have to go to the bathroom, go there.”
Yuuki squirmed around, looking to the corner with a horrified expression.
“I… I can’t go there!”
“There’s a drainage pipe there, so as long as you aim a little, it shouldn’t get on your shoes. It’s like using a regular squat toilet, so it should be easy.”
“It’s not a matter of ability, there are some things a girl just shouldn’t do.”
“I’ll knock Takashiro-san out again.”
“T-that’s not the issue here!”
“Even if you say that, it’s your only option, right, Mashino-chan? You must be at your limit by now.”
Yuuki squirmed around desperately, grabbing herself with both hands.
She didn’t need to answer that question.
It was obvious Grimoire was right.
“Even still, I can’t just… ah….!”
Yuuki doubled over, nearly falling over onto the floor where she sat.
As she bent forwards, her butt poked upwards in the air. From behind, around her fingers, that were grasping her crotch shamelessly, was a wet patch the size of a baseball staining her bloomers.
If she had leaked that much already, then she was really at her limit.
“I… I can’t hold it…”
Not a moment later after she said that, Yuuki began peeing right there in the middle of the parking garage.
Still doubled over, with her hands still squeezing her crotch ineffectively.
Golden liquid poured down, snaking it’s way through her fingers and falling down to the ground, accompanied by a muffled hissing. Yuuki sat silently, and because I was behind her, I couldn’t see her face.
Grimoire stared at Yuuki as she peed, grinning all the while. She was really a shameless woman.
Despite saying she was at her limit, Yuuki finished peeing rather quickly, and the puddle formed by her urine was negligible in size. It definitely didn’t seem like the kind of puddle someone would produce by holding it until they were at their limit.
Having finished, Yuuki shifted herself away from her puddle, buried her head in her hands, and began crying.
“Hey, Mashino-chan,” Grimoire called out in a soft voice, “It’s not your fault. I kind of forced this situation.”
Yuuki looked up at Grimoire with a mix of anger and confusion, and Grimoire pulled out the water bottle from before.
“I spiked this with a diuretic before offering some to you,” Grimoire admitted, “But it’s not because I’m a pervert or anything! I wanted to get a better idea of how far the Remora Eel’s progressed. It seems it’s right around your lower abdomen, which is why you wet yourself so easily. You reached your limit rather quickly not because your bladder filled up so fast, but because your muscles are weak down there right now.”
“So, this was all a consolation, so you could at least tell me how long I had left to live?” Yuuki asked bitterly.
“Not exactly. See, there is another option.”
Grimoire said that.
Yuuki had resigned herself to dying because she thought only two options existed-- either dying, or rebounding the curse and letting another person die instead.
However.
“There’s another way to deal with curses other than rebounding them,” Grimoire replied, “A way that doesn’t involve anyone dying.”
That’s what Grimoire said.
Just like that.
After making it sound like Yuuki would have to choose between dying or letting someone else die.
Grimoire gave that answer.
And then.
“Don’t think of me as heartless for hiding this until the very end,” Grimoire replied, as though she had read my thoughts, “After all, this is a solution where everyone becomes unhappy in the end.”
To Be Continued….
Edited May 20, 2017 by Railgun-sama
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Second Arc completed. I haven't fleshed out the next arc nearly as well as I had with this one after posting Sodachi Locked, but I want to go back to focusing on Sodachi and Takashiro after, since this arc focused exclusively on Takashiro and Yuuki's backstory. There's also a bigger focus on desperation in this part than in previous installments, so on the off chance you're just reading this story for that and you've actually made it this far, this chapter's for you.
Without further ado, let's get to the story!
-------------------------Yuuki Eel -- Eel Half
007
“There, I’m done.”
Yuuki announced as she stepped out of my bathroom, hair still somewhat wet from the shower she just took.
Grimoire had told Yuuki to go home and shower while she made preparations. Well, it was less that showering was a necessary step in the process for dealing with the curse, and more that she didn’t want Yuuki standing in a gym uniform soaked with her own urine during the entire ritual.
Naturally, given that Yuuki was going to shower and change, it would be natural to assume we would go to her house. However, my house was much closer to the parking garage. Furthermore, we were dealing with a time-sensitive curse that could seriously kill Yuuki if we didn’t hurry along, so expediting the process was necessary.
Therefore, we had gone to my house.
I live in a relatively large house with my cousin and my aunt. It’s an older, traditional-style house near the edge of the large town we live in. In other words, it’s one of those wooden houses with paper doors and a zen garden with one of those rocking bamboo fountains that an anime adaptation could cut to during breaks in dialogue.
“Is it really okay for me to borrow your cousin’s clothes and underwear without her permission?”
Yuuki asked me, looking down at her outfit. She had changed out of her wet uniform, and was now wearing a white t-shirt with a yellow star in the center, an orange skirt, and a pair of bright blue socks. And although I couldn’t see them, underneath the skirt, Yuuki was wearing a pair of blue striped panties that belonged to my cousin.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, because the difference in power level between my cousin’s chest size and Yuuki’s was clearly over nine thousand, so there was no reason to bother trying.
Though, if I said that to my cousin aloud, she’d say something like since she was still growing, her chest wasn’t even in it’s final form yet.
“It’s fine.”
“Moreover, going into your cousin’s room when she’s not home and digging through her underwear drawer…”
“It’s fine.”
“I have to ask, what kind of relationship do you have with your cousin?”
“I’m sure that if we were born into different families, we would’ve crossed the line between adolescents and adults by now.”
“That’s way too straightforward!”
“Actually, as it is, I’m trying really hard not to make her a part of my harem.”
“You have a harem?”
“You sound interested. Ah, there are quite a few vacancies, so I’m sure there’s a position you could fill.”
“Who else is in your harem?”
“Right now, no one.”
“Then what harem are you talking about!” Yuuki asked, “Actually, didn’t you say you weren’t that kind of person in the first place?”
“I said I wasn’t the kind of person to get distracted by cliche things. I’m still deep down a guy who dreams about having that kind of relationship with a girl.”
“Ah, so you’re still a person who can fall in love.”
“I meant more specifically that I’m still a person who wants to do lewd things with a willing female close to my age.”
“No, you shouldn’t have gotten into specifics there. Leaving it vague and romantic gets you more appeal.”
That was the advice that Yuuki gave me.
“Ah, well, I guess I do want to fall in love too.”
“Don’t put it back in just because I said so.”
“No, I’m being serious. That’s something I do genuinely want. Well, I say that, but I haven’t made a huge attempt to talk to anyone this year. I guess it’s only been a month in, but… well, you saw Grimoire-san. She introduced me to this crazy world that I had no idea about, so I find it hard to talk to people about normal things anymore.”
“So, what you’re saying is, you’d find it easier to talk to someone who knows about the supernatural?”
I nodded.
“And, you’d find it easier to fall in love with someone who could understand you?”
Once again, I nodded.
Yuuki turned away, and I looked up in time to catch her face just before she hid it from my view.
She was blushing.
“W-well, I guess, since now I know about these things… in other words, now that I can talk to you about the supernatural…”
Yuuki trailed off, then shook her head.
“W-well, at the very least, I can make a pretty good friend to you, right?”
I wasn’t dense.
I knew what Yuuki wanted to say.
Well, maybe I was reading too much into it, but I was pretty sure that friendship wasn’t what Yuuki was going for there.
Did I like Yuuki?
Did Yuuki like me?
Before I could figure that out, Yuuki squeaked and pressed her hand between her legs again.
“Ooohh… I can’t believe Grimoire-san gave me a diuretic… I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold it until we get back.”
Before coming here, Grimoire had explained the full plan.
“We’re going to exorcise the Remora Eel,” Grimoire stated.
It sounded like an answer that stemmed entirely from her job as a vampire-exorcising specialist. She was even wearing the same kind of twisted grin she got when talking about fighting a strong vampire.
“Huh? We can do that?” I asked.
“Of course, It’s an Oddity, after all,” she replied, “We draw it out, make it take physical form, and destroy it. It’s that simple.”
“Wait, if you can just do something like that, why did you tell me I’d have to rebound the curse?” Yuuki asked, still looking rather unhappy at Grimoire.
“That’s because this method won’t remove the curse, it will only weaken it,” Grimoire answered.
Weaken.
It would only be weakened.
In other words, Yuuki would live, but she won’t fully recover.
The person who cursed her wouldn’t see her die.
But Yuuki herself wouldn’t get to recover.
And I, as her classmate and now friend, wouldn’t get to save her.
None of us would be fully satisfied.
That’s what Grimoire meant when she said everyone would be unhappy.
“With a curse, even if you destroy the base, the negative energy still remains bound to the person,” Grimoire explained, “So you’d keep the effects of the curse, but the severity of the curse would be lessened. The Remora Eel will die, and the weakened curse, rather than disappearing along with it, will disperse and spread throughout your entire body.”
In other words.
“I’ll become weak all over,” Yuuki replied.
“You’ll be unable to live a normal life,” Grimoire replied, “Everyday things like running, and carrying things, and pushing doors open-- things that normal people can do without thinking about it-- they’ll be like heavy exercise to you. Your heart and diaphragm, being muscles, will also weaken somewhat. In other words, you’ll have a weak heart and heavy breathing will become difficult. You’ll become a sickly person. It won’t be enough to kill you, but you will struggle.”
Grimoire looked at Yuuki with a sharp expression.
Her eyes looked like they were piercing through Yuuki’s very soul.
“In addition to all of that… once the base is destroyed. Once we exorcise the Remora Eel from you, rebounding the curse normally will become impossible. In other words, you will be unable to turn back. You will be cursed forever to live like that.”
Yuuki nodded.
“I… I understand.”
Yuuki clenched her fists at her sides and met Grimoire’s piercing gaze with a resolved expression.
“I understand, and I accept that fate.”
“Takashiro-kun, want to try to talk it over with her?”
“There’s nothing more to say,” I replied, “Yuuki-san’s already made up her mind.”
“Very well,” Grimoire nodded, “Then, I’ll begin the preparations here. Mashino-chan, go home and take a shower, and change into clean clothes. It’s not important for the ritual, I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable while waiting.”
“Thank you, I will.”
Grimoire then made her way towards the stairwell of the parking garage.
“I’ll be on the 6th floor. Takashiro-kun, I’m sure you understand from just that what your role will be in this ritual, correct?”
I nodded, “Yeah.”
“Good. Wait out here when you get back. I’ll come down and get you when I’m done. In the off chance you guys aren’t back before I finish, I’ll call you, Takashiro-kun.”
With that, Grimoire began walking up the stairs.
“Oh,” she paused, “And one more thing. Mashino-chan…”
“Huh?” Yuuki asked, tilting her head to the side.
“If you have to pee again, from right now until we begin the ritual. Hold it. The Remora Eel responds to muscles that you’re using the most. It will only migrate in one direction, so even if you ran a marathon now, it wouldn’t go back to your legs. But if you keep using your abdominal muscles to hold it in, it’ll be less inclined to move. You’ll slow its progress down, at least.”
“I’ll try…” Yuuki replied nervously.
“That curse moves quickly,” Grimoire replied, “If you don’t do at least that much, we might run out of time before the preparations are complete.”
“G-got it!” Yuuki answered.
“Good, now hurry up. If your house isn’t close, use a public bath and buy clothes. Just try not to be longer than thirty minutes.”
That was what Grimoire had said.
My house, with me running at full speed, was five minutes away from the parking garage.
Even taking into consideration the detours I’d have to take to ensure I took the least populated route and wasn’t seen by anyone, it wouldn’t be longer than seven minutes.
Seven minutes to get here, and Yuuki took another fifteen minutes to shower and change. So we had just enough time to get back.
“Let’s get going, then,” I said as we both stood at the doorway to my family’s home.
I lowered my back to let Yuuki piggy-back again, but that only seemed to cause Yuuki to blush and sputter incoherently.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, turning back to look at the brown-haired girl.
“I… I think it’s a bad idea to carry me in a position where my legs will be apart,” Yuuki pointed out, shuffling her legs together for emphasis, “I wouldn’t want to get your clothes wet again…”
I had carried Yuuki back on my back after she had wet herself, so naturally some of the dampness from her bloomers soaked into the back of my gym shirt. Both were currently in the washing machine, going through a cycle.
Also, because of that, I had changed clothes as well. I was now wearing a red t-shirt with a white skull design across the chest and a pair of light grey jeans. I had opted to keep my gym sneakers on since they were the best footwear I had for running in.
“R-right. Uh, I guess I’ll carry you like before, then. Ready?”
Yuuki squeezed her thighs together as though bracing herself and took a deep breath before nodding.
“I’m ready!”
I hoisted her up bridal-style once again, and tensed my legs up once more.
“Hold on,” I spoke, keeping my words intentionally vague.
And with that, we were off.
008
By the time we got back to the parking garage, Yuuki was, quite plainly, at her limit.
Well, I say by the time we got there like it had taken that long, but in truth from her silence during the trip, as well as how much she was fidgeting and squirming around in my arms, she had probably spent the entire trip nearing her limit.
In other words, the second we got to the fourth floor and found that Grimoire was still making preparations, Yuuki collapsed onto the floor and whimpered pitifully while shaking.
“That… that… unreasonable woman… I know it’s to help me… but giving me diuretic… then telling me to hold it-ahhh!”
Yuuki rubbed her knees together as she bounced up and down.
Well, I felt kind of helpless, since all I could do was watch her. Actually, more than helpless, I was trying to pointedly avoid watching her at all. It wasn’t like it was the kind of situation where I sympathized with her so much that watching her pitiful dance was painful, but moreso the fact that Yuuki was, in actuality, really attractive.
“Takashiro-san…”
I say that like it was some kind of surprise that Mashino Yuuki was attractive, but it was moreso that, after spending half a day with her and worrying about her nonstop, my bond with her has grown beyond that of a classmate. As such, where her natural beauty was something I could gloss over before, right now it was pretty much unavoidable.
“Takashiro-san!”
So, now that there was an attractive girl bouncing around in front of me, squirming and breathing heavily, even occasionally letting out a desperate moan, it was hard to watch for those kinds of reasons. In the first place, when a girl as well endowed as Yuuki bounces, naturally other things will bounce as well.
“TAKASHIRO-SAN!”
“E-ehh?”
“Y-you’re… you’re staring at me... well, my chest in specifically… AH! I’m not wearing a bra! Are they poking out! Can you see them!?”
Even though Yuuki asked that, she didn’t make any effort to cover herself. Likely because both hands were jammed between her restless legs.
“A-ah, no, it’s not that, I was more focused on your desperation than your boobs.”
“E-eh?”
“A-ah, I mean, I was moreso feeling sorry for you, so I was watching you dance around cutely while you’re at your limit.”
“Ta-Takashiro-san…”
“I feel like I let something slip out accidentally again.”
“Y-you… you absolute pervert…you were watching me lewdly while I’m holding it all in, and you were enjoying it, right!?”
“Ah, that isn’t exactly… I mean, in that case, I was moreso watching your chest bounce… so…”
CLACK!
The sound of the hard rubber sole of a heavy boot striking concrete resonated through the mostly empty floor of the parking garage. The loud sound startled me, and Yuuki yelped before doubling over and shaking as she jammed her hands between her legs and crossed them as best as she could in her position.
I turned towards the stairwell of the parking garage, coming face to face to Grimoire Cutlass, wearing the same outfit, but with some sort of black and gold sailor hat resting on her head. One might imagine it was an accessory she brought out only when she was serious, but I had seen her fight vampires and she never once wore that hat. In fact, I had never seen her wear it before in my life.
The hat, combined with a wooden sword slung haphazardly over her shoulder, the woman looked like a right proper delinquent. Well, if a proper delinquent could be expected to wear her hoodie unzipped down to her navel.
Somehow, I feel like the zipper’s gotten lower since this afternoon.
“Alright, you lovebirds… I’m sure Mashino-chan is anxious to get this over with, so let’s begin the extermination!”
With neither me nor Yuuki responding to that first comment, we both followed the violent, grinning woman up to the sixth floor.
It was almost unrecognizable as the inside of a parking garage.
Charms and talismans were plastered across the flat surfaces of the room. The windows were completely boarded up, letting in absolutely none of the late-afternoon sun. Small candles were placed around the room instead, arranged in no particular way and illuminating the room quite dimly.
Right next to the stairwell, there was a tall folding table set up along the wall, and there was an incense burner placed upon it off to once side. Smoke rose from the burner and surrounded the table, but seemed to dissipate rather quickly the further away it got from the source.
“Allow me to explain succinctly...” Grimoire spoke, jumping over to the table and sitting down atop of it, next to the incense burner, “..the process by which we will exorcise the Remora Eel. Mashino-chan’s still quite desperate, so the Remora Eel should be focused around the abdomen. This incense will weaken the Remora Eel and it should appear just under the surface of Mashino-chan’s body. Takashiro-kun… you’ll be responsible for extracting it and exterminating it. Well, the process for extermination is more or less just to crush it. It’s supernatural energy, so if you crush it’s shape, it’ll disperse and return to Mashino-chan in that weakened state.”
“Eh, T-T-Takashiro-san will be extracting it?” Yuuki asked, surprised.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be supervising. If anything goes wrong, I’ll step in,” Grimoire replied, “But Takashiro-kun’s my pupil, so I have to give him some tasks regardless.”
“B-but, I mean, more specifically than that, if it’s just below the skin, then, doesn’t that mean a surgical extraction? It’s not something a normal high school student can do bare-handed!”
“Have you already forgotten?” Grimoire smirked, nodding her head towards me, “Takashiro-kun’s no ordinary student.”
“My legs, you’ve probably already realized that I run far faster than any ordinary human can,” I noted, “And that seal on my arm that you wanted to rip off casually…”
I rolled my pant-legs up to my knees, and I unrolled my sleeve all the way to my shoulder. I then reached my left arm up to the talisman-like seal on my right arm and ripped it off in one motion.
Outwardly nothing changed.
But there were candled scattered around the room.
Because of that, the truth of my nature was revealed.
Both my legs, from halfway down the thighs to the feet, and my arm, all the way up to where my shoulder met my chest…
If you looked at my shadow, I’d look like a triple amputee floating in the air.
“Three of my four limbs… my legs and my right arm… are those of a vampire.”
That’s why I always wore pants even in the summer.
That’s why I needed to seal away my arm’s vampiric nature with a special talisman during the day.
The events of my spring break, which had been chaotic in nature and nearly cost me my life, lead to my body being like this.
But that’s a story for another time.
My focus was on saving Yuuki.
“Mashino-chan, when you’re ready, come over here and stand in the incense,” Grimoire instructed.
Yuuki hobbled over to the table and Grimoire fanned the incense towards the brown-haired girl. Being enveloped in the smoke seemed to cause Yuuki to have a strange reaction, because she let out a sigh that made me almost think she had wet herself again.
“Ah… that’s better…”
Come to think of it, if the Remora Eel was draining the strength from Yuuki’s lower abdomen, the incense that was designed to weaken the oddity would naturally give Yuuki some of her holding power back.
“There, now it should be visible from the outside. Mashino-chan, take off your skirt and raise your shirt up.”
“H-huh!?”
“Don’t look at me like I’m some kind of pervert,” Grimoire frowned, “If the Remora Eel is only visible underneath your skin, and it’s hanging around by your bladder, then naturally we’ll need to get a clear view of your bladder before Takashiro-san can extract it.”
I was expecting more of a protest from Yuuki, but either she was desperate enough that he just wanted to get it over with, or realized that, with her life on the line, she didn’t have any other choice.
Yuuki slipped the skirt she had borrowed from my cousin down and raised the shirt up, revealing a good portion of her stomach. I expected a girl who was dancing around like she was at her limit earlier to have a visibly full bladder, but there was only the slightest of bulges sticking out. It must’ve been because her desperation was more caused by her weakness than her full bladder.
More importantly, I could now see it.
A long, snaking mass that was darkening the skin around Yuuki’s stomach.
The eel disappeared underneath the band of Yuuki’s panties, but the tail was up around her belly button. In other words, I could pull it out without asking Yuuki to relinquish the last of her dignity.
“Here goes!”
I placed my left and my right shoulder and swung my whole arm to the side. With practiced skill, the tips of my fingers changed shape, extending into long claws that grew even longer until they were long and almost needle-like.
I pierced through the outer layer of Yuuki’s skin near her belly button, and Yuuki winced. Still, with just that, I was able to burrow deep enough to grab the tail of the Remora Eel.
“Ripping it out carelessly will damage Yuuki’s body,” Grimoire instructed, “Restrain the eel with your fingers first.”
I closed my eyes and visualized the full eel, extending my fingernails out like a cage to trap the eel completely. Now that it was restrained, I began slowly pulling, drawing the eel out of Yuuki tail-first.
Yuuki winced and grit her teeth in pain, but it wasn’t the kind of severe reaction one would normally expect to see from someone having something like an eel being ripped out of of their stomach. That’s mostly because the eel was more-or-less just spiritual energy.
Once the Remora Eel was out completely, I could see the truly horrifying oddity in full. It was dark blue with purple splotches, and rather than a standard fish mouth, it’s face was adorned with a suction cup-like appendage with hook-like spikes lining the outside edge.
Still, the Remora Eel was only terrifying in the context of a curse.
With no effort at all, I tossed the creature across the room, away from Yuuki.
In the next instant, my hand had transformed back into that of a normal human’s (or, I suppose, a normal vampire’s), and I lunged at the creature I had just tossed. Catching up with it immediately, I waited until I was directly above it and punched the eel into the floor.
The floor of the parking garage cracked a little, but it seemed like the charms scattered about everywhere protected the building from stress to some extent. If that punch had been uninhibited, it would’ve smashed the eel through to the fifth floor.
Needless to say, the Remora Eel was exorcised fully.
I let out a sigh and wiped some sweat from my brow (even though the fight lasted for a single moment, my human body still strained itself to keep up with my vampire limbs) before turning back around towards Yuuki and Grimoire.
Yuuki, who was holding her stomach where I had pulled the eel out from, smiled at me and Grimoire nodded approvingly, likely at the flashy way I dispatched the Remora Eel.
The Remora Eel suddenly began to glow, and the energy dispersed into the air, floating and sparkling through the air until they reached Yuuki. Once all the energy had returned to Yuuki, the light faded, and Yuuki looked around, dazed by what had just happened.
Almost immediately afterwards, Yuuki doubled over again, and jammed her hands between her legs.
“Alright, Mashino-chan, you don’t have to hold it anymore. Just head down to the fourth floor and…”
“I’m not… I won’t make it!” Yuuki whined, dancing around desperately. She looked around until she spotted a similar storm drain to the one on the fourth floor and rushed towards it. Without a moment’s hesitation, she squatted down facing away from us and began peeing, full force, through the panties she was wearing.
“AAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh,” Yuuki moaned, letting her pee flow out of her freely. She tilted her head back in pure bliss, and I found myself unable to take my eyes off her as she urinated right there in front of me. Sure, she was still wearing panties, but it was the first time I had seen anyone pee before me without it being an accident.
Yuuki had, like before, finished relatively quickly, but it had been longer than when she wet herself. As soon as she did, she leaned back and wavered, and I realized what was about to happen. Rushing up to her, I caught her just before she could collapse.
“Yuuki-chan, are you okay? Yuuki-chan!?”
Yuuki’s eyes were closed, but she was breathing softly and deeply. Through my right arm, I could feel her heartbeat as it pulsed in her chest, first quickly, then gradually slowing down.
She had fallen asleep.
“Mashino-chan’s weak now, so it’s not surprising she passed out like that,” Grimoire noted, “She’ll find herself lacking energy from now on, and I’m sure this won’t be the first time she collapses. Not to mention she just witnessed the supernatural in action. Even after telling her, I doubt she was prepared for everything.”
“R-right,” I nodded, looking down at Yuuki.
Moving her to the table with the incense (Grimoire moved the incense bowl out of the way), I set Yuuki down and turned to Grimoire.
“What next?”
Grimoire tilted her head to the side, “What do you mean? It’s over. The Remora Eel is exorcised.”
“Don’t play dumb,” I replied, “Earlier, when you told Yuuki-chan that there was no going back, you mentioned that rebounding the curse regularly would become impossible. However, you didn’t say it was impossible altogether. That means there must be some other method of rebounding the curse, even now that the Remora Eel has been exorcised.”
Grimoire let out an exasperated sigh, “I’m not going to use that option.”
“You’re just denying it flat-out?”
“I mean, Mashino-chan would deny it even if I told her, so there’s no sense in being pointlessly cruel.”
“Isn’t it crueler not to tell her that there’s that option?”
“That’s a naive way of thinking, Takashiro-kun,” Grimoire replied firmly, crossing her arms and looking down at Yuuki, “That girl… your classmate isn’t the kind of person who wants others to suffer in her stead. She said that, right?”
“Yeah, but now that the curse won’t kill the other person, rebounding it should be fine, right?”
“It should, if Mashino-chan was only concerned about not killing anyone,” Grimoire pointed out, “But that girl’s kindness and self-sacrifice run deeper than that. Actually, now that the curse isn’t bound to kill her, she’s probably far less hesitant now to carry that burden than if it would cost her her life. The consequences may have become far less extreme if she were to rebound the curse, but they’ve also become less extreme if she just chooses to burden it herself.”
“But that’s…”
“When a person is staring down the barrel of a gun, they’re true nature is revealed,” Grimoire recited, “Mashino-chan was given a life-or-death ultimatum, and she chose to die rather than to condemn another person to die. Even though that was her character, I’m sure it wasn’t an easy decision to stick with. The way you’re looking at it, you think that now that the stakes are lower, that she’ll be more inclined to change her mind. However, all this does is make it easier for her to stick with her original decision.”
“But even still, the choice should be hers, right? Otherwise lying to her is just cruel!”
“Like I said, it’s telling her that would be cruel,” Grimoire replied, “We already know what decision she’ll make in the first place, but giving her that option will only put that burden on her instead. She’ll be determined to stick to what she feels is right, but on the days where her weakness gets in the way of things she wants to do and she becomes frustrated, that idea that there’s a way out brews in her mind. It’s like giving her a temptation that she’ll never give into, but will always haunt her. Like this, we may be lying to her, but in the end, the only burden she has to shoulder is the curse itself. We bear the burden of lying to her, she is spared the additional burden of that temptation. That’s why it’s less cruel not to say anything.”
I looked down at Yuuki. Despite Grimoire’s eccentric appearance and personality, she was wise, and I knew she was right. Still, I couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied with that.
Grimoire wrapped me in a hug abruptly, pressing my head into her cleavage and stroking my hair like I was a child.
“You’re probably thinking something like how that’s a very dissatisfying outcome, right, Haru-kun?” she spoke, “but not everything in life is supposed to have a full resolution. The cruelty here is in the fact that such a kind, honest girl had to get cursed in the first place. If you’re going to feel dissatisfied… if you’re going to feel frustrated, direct it at that unknown person who cursed Mashino-chan.”
Grimoire was a very dangerous woman. Despite finding her to be an exhibitionist pervert and disliking the current position I was in, the red-haired woman always smelled of vanilla and strawberries, and her usually rough hands that she used to fight vampires and other strong oddities were uncharacteristically gentle as she ran them through my hair. It calmed me down quickly, and I nearly felt like falling asleep standing up.
That was, until Grimoire pushed me off of her and jammed a hand between her legs.
“Ah… I forgot… I drank that diuretic too. I was too busy setting up this room that I didn’t have time for a break either…”
The red-haired woman sauntered off to the stairway.
“I’ll be on the fourth floor. If you walk in on me, I’ll punch you through the wall before you can re-apply that seal to your arm and expose you to the late afternoon sun.”
With that, I was left alone in the room with Yuuki, who was sleeping soundly on the table in a pair of wet panties and a t-shirt she borrowed from my cousin.
I sighed and placed the skirt she discarded earlier over her legs. I did say getting urine on them was a problem, but that was mostly to encourage Yuuki to hold on. I might have some awkward things to explain to my cousin or aunt if either of them caught me, but I wasn’t worried about that right now.
Actually, for the first time since I saw Yuuki collapse today, I let myself relax fully. I was mentally worn out, and exerting myself so much and relying on my vampire powers was exhausting. Letting out a yawn, I sat down and leaned against a support pillar near the stairway and closed my eyes, falling asleep on the sixth floor of that abandoned parking garage with Yuuki resting nearby.
I don’t know if I can truly say this, but, it was over.
009
And now for the conclusion, or perhaps it’s the punchline.
Golden Week came and went.
Well, I make it sound like it was no big deal, but in honesty Golden Week was a huge ordeal. Nothing really spectacular happened, but Grimoire made me spar against Dramaturgy to help me train with my vampire abilities. Actually, she had said something scary like “He can’t reach his full potential with only the right arm, so if you want to rip of his left arm, I’ll just switch it out for the vampire version, and he’ll have the full set.”
I fought harder than ever and I got to keep my left arm.
It’s worth mentioning that I had also run into Yuuki once or twice during Golden Week. Both times had been when I was rather close to her house, and both times she looked tired, like even walking that far had been a burden. She said she was exercising every day so she could at least walk to and from school properly, but it definitely seemed hard on her.
She also developed her cough then. She had always been a little asthmatic, but now that a simple walk was like running a marathon, she was pushing her lungs to their limits.
During one of our run-ins, I asked her in a roundabout way that, if there was any way to rebound the curse now that the Eel was destroyed and wouldn’t kill the person who targeted her if she’d be fine with that. I said it in a way that made it clear I was supposed to be speaking hypothetically, but even then she still said she’d carry the curse.
Grimoire had been right.
But still, Yuuki was suffering.
She wouldn’t let it show on her face, but I could tell she was struggling with her curse.
Then, we met back at school after Golden Week.
Yuuki asked me to stay behind with her after class.
Well, Yuuki had to stay behind for classroom duty, and I stayed behind to help her out, but after that, Yuuki pulled me to the side to talk.
“Takashiro-san,” Yuuki asked, turning to cough into her elbow before looking back up at me, “I have a request to ask of you.”
“There’s no need to be so formal, Yuuki-chan,” I replied casually, “What is it?”
“Well, I realize it’s going to be difficult… or rather, impossible for me to continue on as class representative from now on,” Yuuki admitted.
“Wait, you’re going to step down?” I asked, a little surprised despite knowing that she was right. The position of class representative would put a lot of strain on her, and she was already struggling with just the basic stuff.
“Yeah. I hate to leave my post, but I don’t have a choice. But I want to leave it in capable hands,” Yuuki replied, “That’s why I think you should be my replacement.”
“H-huh?” I tilted my head, “Isn’t it a democratic thing in the first place?”
Yuuki shook her head, “Well, technically it is. Actually, in the first place, the vice-representative is supposed to step up if the class rep steps down, but I’ve talked to Sanae-san about it already. She’s not interested in taking my job, to be honest. In that event, they hold a new election. Still, if I nominate someone I feel is capable, I’m sure the majority will agree with me. You’ll be elected for sure.”
“Well, I’m not so sure I’m cut out for being the class rep…” I scratched the back of my head, “In the first place, I’m not really friends with many of the other students. Going from that to being the class rep is like jumping from the level five boss to the level fifty boss without grinding at all in between.”
“I know I’m asking a lot of you,” Yuuki began, “but I won’t forget how you jumped to my aid, even though I was a random stranger. Even though you had no way of knowing if I was actually possessed by an oddity or not. That kind of kindness is part of your nature, even if you hide it away. I know you can do this.”
I was about to refuse again, but Yuuki was looking at me pleadingly by now. In the first place, who was I to refuse her, when I told her I would save her and only wound up half-saving her. I saved her life, but it was because there wasn’t a way to resolve this without involving another person that Yuuki was in this situation to begin with.
“I’ll do it,” I replied firmly, “I’ll succeed you as class rep, and become a class rep you can be proud to have nominated.”
I said something cool like that.
“Thank you so much, Takashiro-san!” Yuuki beamed, “Well, I should be heading home. I’m feeling a little sleepy already.”
“I’ll walk you there,” I said, “If you get tired, I don’t mind carrying you again.”
“A-ah… actually… Takashiro-san… do you mind carrying me from here? I seem to have overexerted myself today with the classroom duty...”
Looking at Yuuki a little more closely, I noticed that her whole body was quivering like she was having trouble standing up, and her forehead was glossed over with sweat.
I nodded, “Sure… sure thing.”
I bent down and extended my arms back to let Yuuki climb up on my back, but the brown-haired girl simply shook her head.
“N-not… not like that… at least… I’d prefer it if you carried me the… the other way.”
With a pink tinge on her cheeks, Yuuki said that to me.
I smiled and nodded, turning around and hoisting Yuuki up off her feet. Even though we were still near the school entrance, where we could be seen and rumors would start up, I walked casually to the sidewalk.
The late afternoon sun sunk lower into the sky, and a golden glow was cast over the entire city. It was a spectacle to behold, bright enough that the obtrusive lights of distant skyscrapers were still drowned out, but everything was painted in brilliant colors.
As I set off towards Yuuki’s home, I felt the brown-haired girl tug on my dress shirt.
“No running this time.”
“I won’t run.”
“No taking shortcuts.”
“I don’t know any to your house.”
“Don’t drop me.”
“Even if you took my seal off and my arm caught fire, I won’t drop you.”
Like that, walking casually through that golden town, I carried Yuuki to her home.
Then, later that night.
I found myself walking up to the fourth floor of a familiar abandoned parking garage.
“I was expecting you to show up here,” Grimoire replied, smirking as she wolfed down some meat she had just removed from a portable grill. There were more slices of beef searing on the grill in front of her, and even after I entered, she didn’t take her eyes off them.
Without asking why I was there. Without waiting for me to so much as acknowledge her greeting, she held up another piece of meat.
“People like us need to enjoy all the meat we can while we’re young! Meat is… well, I think meat’s probably all someone like me needs to be happy.”
Grimoire had a youthful appearance, but that didn’t mean she was young at all. Referring to herself as young only hinted at her delusions.
“Hey, Grimoire-sensei,” I replied, “You said you were expecting me. Does that mean you know why I came here?”
“I can guess,” Grimoire grinned, “After all, it was yours and Mashino-chan’s first day back after Golden Week, correct?”
“R-right.”
“So then, you’ve clearly come to me for some relationship advice. After all, she went ahead and confessed to you, right?”
“..........”
“Huh? Was I off? Oh, did you confess to her instead?”
“Forget about being off,” I replied dryly, “You’re so wrong it’s almost painful. In the first place, why would I go to an exhibitionist pervert for relationship advice? Besides, there’s nothing between us romantically.”
I said.
Well, it wasn’t like I hadn’t noticed.
Yuuki probably, no…
Yuuki definitely had feelings for me.
Back then, I might have been the same. I might’ve also had feelings for Yuuki.
But even if Yuuki had confessed, I wouldn’t have accepted her feelings.
After all.
I was planning on doing something that Yuuki would never forgive me for.
If she would wind up hating me, what was the point of letting her fall in love with me in the first place?
“I came here for a different reason,” I explained, “Grimoire-sensei, please… tell me how I can rebound Yuuki’s curse now that the Remora Eel has dispersed!”
I bowed down to Grimoire in prostration, that was how serious I was.
“Oho~? You plan on rebounding the curse? Have you gone and convinced Mashino-san… or…” Grimoire paused, her lips curling into a twisted smirk, “This is something you’re going to do on your own?”
“Even if she hates me afterwards, even if it’s going against her own morals… I’m not so selfless as to let my friend suffer for the sake of some cruel person who’d try to kill her.”
Grimoire let out a sigh and nodded, “Even if I didn’t tell you myself, you’d just wind up researching it. Actually, you might find erroneous information and make things worse, so I’ll just tell you. However, before I do, understand this: I will not help you with rebounding the curse in any way, so long as she doesn’t wish it.”
“That’s fine,” I nodded.
“Very well. To rebound the spell now that the focus of the spiritual energy… the oddity that formed the basis of the spell has been destroyed, you need four things. The first is the physical form of the person who has been cursed-- in other words, their body. The second is blood from the person who cursed the victim. The third is the name of the person who cursed the victim, and the fourth…”
Grimoire paused to grab another piece of meat. She held it up to her mouth and she flashed her canines in a toothy grin.
They weren’t on the level of vampire fangs.
But one would definitely call them sharper than an average human’s.
“The fourth thing you’ll need… is a vampire that can also be considered an Oddity Slayer. That is, a vampire who can drain the energy from oddities instead of just humans. Basically, a vampire of the same rare type as that iron-blooded, hot-blooded, cold-blooded vampire, Kissshot Acerola-orion Heart-under-blade.”
The strongest vampire.
The king of oddities.
I had met Grimoire Cutlass during spring break because she had been drawn to a nearby town at the prospect of hunting such a vampire. However, she found that there was too much competition there, and furthermore, that Dramaturgy, whom she was still on bad terms with, was pursuing her, so Grimoire caught onto the scent of another vampire.
I don’t think it needs to be said, but that other vampire was the original owner of my vampiric legs and right arm.
I needed a vampire who had more-or-less the same capabilities as Heart-under-blade to rebound the curse on Yuuki.
And Grimoire wouldn’t help me at all.
Which also meant that asking Dramaturgy, who despite resolving things with Grimoire still gave off the impression that he rather disliked me, was also out of the question.
Though even before worrying about all of that, I still needed to figure out who the person was that cursed Yuuki in the first place, if that was even possible. So even if I could figure out how I was going to get a vampire to cooperate without Grimoire's help, I still wouldn't be ready to help Yuuki. One of the strong points of curses was that they're completely anonymous, and if I went through the trouble of asking a vampire to help me and wound up picking the wrong person, I'm not sure what would happen. I doubt they'd offer me a second chance. In the worst case, they'd get mad that I wasted their time and kill me.
Even so...
“I’ll do it,” I replied, “Even if it takes me fifty years. Even if it takes me a hundred years… I’ll finish saving Yuuki-chan."
-- Yuuki Eel End -- |
Here's the third arc! Yes, yes, I know. It's been a while. I recently got a new job, and the training period, as well as just getting the swing of things in general, hasn't left me with a plethora of free time. Still, that's winding down and my new job gives me a lot of down-time in the first place, so I'm hoping to get back into writing this full force. I have a lot planned for this story, both in the desperation/wetting sense and also with the plot, so look forward to it!
-------------------------Sanae Frog001
Black.
All I saw was black.
No, I hadn’t gone mysteriously blind or anything. Nor had I been forced into such a state by circumstances beyond my control. The reason why all I saw was black was because I had my eyes closed.
I was trying to sleep.
It was early November, so the days were growing shorter and shorter as we approached the winter solstice. For most people, that would simply mean that the days would grow colder and they’d have to start wearing jackets and the like over their school uniforms. However, to someone like me, who was training under a vampire-exorcising specialist, it had extra importance.
More specifically, as the days grew shorter, the time both vampires and humans spent outside together grew longer. Humans, who had a set schedule in today’s modern society despite the change in daylight hours, and vampires, who were forced to wait until the sun had set to move around, would cross paths more often.
In other words, someone like Grimoire could become very busy.
Well, I say that, but from what I understand, there aren’t many vampires in Japan.
To the extent that Dramaturgy, and the other half-vampire vampire hunter that had come specifically to chase down Kissshot Acerola-orion Heart-under-blade, had already left Japan.
That being said, with those two gone, Grimoire was probably the strongest vampire-exorcising specialist left.
In other words, while she was staying somewhere that wasn’t well-known for vampire activity, she had also made the entirety of Japan her territory when it came to vampire-slaying. When I put it like that, it sounds like she should be busy every night.
But most of the time, I find her lounging around the abandoned parking garage.
Well, it does seem like she’s doing her job, since sometimes I come there and there’s some other assortment of vampire body parts from someone I’ve never met. I sometimes worry she wants to make more people like me, but she’s assured me she won’t take on any new disciples, and that what happened to me was due to extraneous circumstances.
I’m less inclined to believe that second part fully.
More to the point, Grimoire has been calling me over to her base of operations more frequently, and because the days are getting shorter, that means she has more time to train me at my “full power”.
In other words, I was sleeping because I was being overworked, and even though it was the lunch period at school, I would take any opportunity I got to make up some of that lost rest.
“Oh? Is that Takashiro-san sleeping during lunchtime? That’s rather unbecoming of the class representative, don’t you think?”
That teasing tone wasn’t the harsh, critical voice of Oikura Sodachi, nor was it the gentle reprimanding of Mashino Yuuki.
“Are you saying you’re embarrassed for my sake, Sanae-san?”
Senryuu Sanae.
Without opening my eyes, I could describe her perfectly.
A girl who carried herself like a princess, yet had the tongue of a dragon.
Her warm brown eyes and long, black hair that she wore in a straight cut gave her the appearance of traditional beauty, a proper Yamato Nadeshiko. She had a slender and well-endowed figure, and even though she wore the school’s uniform to regulation, she always managed to look well dressed compared to the others.
However, that belied her mischievous, teasing personality.
It wasn’t the kind of teasing that exhibitionist woman who lives in an abandoned parking garage likes to partake in. It’s more like a kind of meddling.
In other words, Sanae stuck her nose in places where you really didn’t want her to butt in.
“Embarrassed? Well, I guess that’s part of it, but I moreso wanted to know what’s wrong. After all, despite looking like a delinquent, you’re actually rather well-behaved. Being tired in the middle of the day is more Yuuki-chan’s shtick than yours, isn’t it?”
I previously had no intention of giving Sanae the satisfaction of making eye-contact, but her statement about Yuuki made me open my eyes.
Sanae was standing next to my desk, smirking like she was planning something.
“Oh, those eyes. They always catch me off guard… Red eyes! Are you sure you’re not some kind of demon or something?”
“Connecting red (赤 - aka) with demon (赤 - ma) , wouldn’t that make me a Red Mage (赤魔[道士]- akama[doushi])?”
“Well, your name, Takashiro, and your hair, both allude to the color white, so maybe you’re a white mage instead.”
“No, if anything, I’m more of a demon,” I replied obtusely.
“Well, as a demon, you still need proper sleep.”
“So in the end I’m still being lectured.”
“Maybe you’re not getting proper sleep because you and Oikura-san have been doing unmentionable things together,” Sanae proposed, her lips curling into a smirk, “Actually, come to think of it, Oikura-san hasn’t shown up today either.”
“What kind of conclusion is that!?” I asked, indignant, “Besides, there’s nothing going on between me and Sodachi-san. That was just a rumor!”
“Oh, but was it? Don’t you visit her apartment every week? She even lives alone, I hear.”
“I’ve told you before! She’s helping me with mathematics.”
“Hmm… so was she also helping you in mathematics when you two got locked in the classroom together a month ago?”
“Why do I get the feeling that you were the one who spread that rumor in the first place!?”
I yelled that out without thinking about it too much, but Sanae just said something rather interesting.
She said we got locked in.
Due to the events that transpired in the wake of us getting trapped in the classroom together, us three involved parties swore to never mention anything to anyone else. Therefore, the only people who knew Sodachi and I had been locked in that classroom were Sodachi, Yuuki, and me.
So, how did Sanae learn about it?
“Eh, don’t look so surprised that I know. Mashino-san and I are pretty much best friends, so we tell each other everything.”
That statement seemed pretty far from the actual truth.
“Also, I stole her phone and listened to some of the recorded calls.”
“That’s so shamelessly criminal I don’t even know how to rebuttal.”
“Actually, I’m the one who set Mashino-san’s phone to record calls in the first place without her knowing!”
“Are you a psychopath or something?”
“Well, she found me out eventually, so I guess I won’t be doing that again.”
“That’s relieving to hear, if you’re sincere about that.”
Sanae grinned, pointing her finger at me and snapping her other hand, “Anyway, you and your secret lover Oikura-san are staying up all night doing unspeakable things, which is why you’re so tired lately.”
I could only react by staring blankly at the hime-haired girl.
Don’t say that and point your figure like you’ve solved the case or something!
“Do I even need to tell you you’re off the mark?” I asked.
“Nope. I’ve pretty much decided I’m right anyway, so anything you say now would be wasting your breath.”
Sanae said that with an innocent grin on her face.
Vainly, ineffectually, I replied with, “Just don’t start any rumors again. Regardless of my personal stakes in the matter, it would be unbecoming of the class’s vice-representative to go causing trouble for a transfer student.”
“Yes, I understand, Takashiro-sama.”
What’s with that random formality?
No, that wasn’t important.
The important part was that Sanae was grinning mischievously, like she definitely wasn’t sincere at all.
I found myself rubbing the bridge of my nose irritably.
I don’t know how, for the first month of school, Yuuki put up with this woman.
No, come to think of it, the vice-representative is appointed by the class representative… so that means Yuuki specifically chose Senryuu Sanae.
I had been working off the assumption that Sanae had been elected for her charms and good looks, but now that I’ve realized that important detail, I feel as though I’ve been missing something critical.
Namely, if Senryuu Sanae has a history with Mashino Yuuki…
If this infuriatingly nosy woman has some sort of reason to despise Yuuki that started before our third year of high school…
Then maybe Sanae was a lead.
Maybe Senryuu Sanae was the one who cursed Mashino Yuuki.
“Oh, those demon eyes of yours have grown more intense, Takashiro-san,” Sanae noted, “What’s wrong now?”
I was about to turn away and dismiss it, when I saw something flicker on Sanae’s shoulder.
It was brief, like a subliminal message in the middle of a movie that you barely have time to register.
It was something small, sitting on her shoulder.
Something small and green, with large bulbous eyes and long, folded legs.
A frog.
By the time I had registered what it was I had just seen, it was gone, and before I had time to think about it, right then and there, someone who had gotten up to throw away their garbage from lunch tripped, and a can of black coffee was sent flying across the room.
The can spun around, spraying its contents all over the bags, desks, and floor. It was like someone had thrown a rotating sprinkler through the air.
The can careened through the air and smacked me square in the face, splashing me with col, bitter coffee. It then dropped into my lap and I felt coffee spilling out all over the pants of my school uniform.
It had spilled in a way that made it look like I had totally wet myself.
I glared at the can with irritation as it fell off my lap and onto the floor below.
Everything was a mess.
Everything except for Sanae.
She was standing right in front of me. There was no way she could’ve avoided being splashed a little bit when I was hit square in the face with the can.
“Oh, Takashiro-san, that’s an unfortunate look for you,” Sanae snickered, trying and failing to sound sympathetic as she held back a laugh.
But I no longer cared about that.
The frog…
And the fact that she had gone entirely untouched by the rain of coffee…
Even before that, I had suspected something was off about Sanae, specifically regarding her relationship with Yuuki.
But now that I had seen those two things, I was sure of one thing.
Senryuu Sanae, who was still gazing at me with eyes filled with laughter…
The vice-representative had her hands deep into the world of the occult.
002
“A Fortune Toad?” Grimoire asked, sounding rather incredulous at the theory I had just presented to her.
I was currently walking around the train station after school, holding my cell phone to my ear as I conversed with my mentor about the incident with Sanae. I had come here without a real purpose, so I wound up walking around aimlessly as I explained the situation.
“Yeah,” I answered confidently, “A Fortune Toad, and oddity that has powers over the fortune and misfortune of others. They’re Japanese-born oddities stemming from ancient myths regarding how frogs would show up in rice fields just after a much-needed rainstorm. Obviously, it’s common sense that frogs would show up when it rains, but back then they became an object of worship.”
“It’s good that you’ve been studying oddities,” Grimoire replied, “But it’s equally important to learn how to filter out what’s important with frivolous information. The question is, why do you believe Sanae to be possessed by a Fortune Toad?”
My efforts to show off had backfired, and I felt slightly dejected. I mean, in the first place, Grimoire was also known to go in-depth when explaining oddities. I distinctly remember her taking quite a while to fully explain to me the world I had been plunged into on the night I met her.
Either way, Grimoire had a point. How the Fortune Toad became an oddity is irrelevant. The important part is how it affects the world around it. In this case, it was more crucial to focus on its influence on Sanae.
“Sanae-san seems to be able to redirect misfortune.”
In contrast to my desire to show off earlier, this answer was direct and concise.
“Really now?”
“Well, to put it simply, someone splashed coffee all over the classroom. Yet even though I got the worst of it, Sanae, who was standing right next to me, was untouched.”
“Hmmm. Yes, that does sound like redirection of misfortune.”
“Moreover, I saw it.”
“Huh?”
“I saw the Fortune Toad sitting on Sanae-san’s shoulder. It was only for an instant, like a flicker, but I saw it.”
“Hehe, see,” Grimoire replied, and I could tell she was grinning on the other end of the phone, “You got mad at me for it over summer break, but those new eyes of yours are already coming in handy, aren’t they?”
“They’re still irritating. Even with the seal, they’re too sensitive to light… and I can’t believe no one’s noticed my eyes changing from brown to red.”
“They haven’t noticed because they suit you too well.”
“I resent that.”
“I’m sure, Takashiro-kun,” Grimoire replied dismissively, “However… what makes you so sure what you saw was a Fortune Toad?”
“Eh?”
It was a dumb, automatic response, and Grimoire let out a short, soft chuckle at it. Yet was my response really that unexpected. After all, I had already answered that question, right?
“I mean, didn’t I already establish that Sanae-san’s misfortune was redirected? Isn’t that the signature of the Fortune Toad?”
“You’re correct. The Fortune Toad is the only oddity known to both possess the form of a toad and also redirect misfortune. In fact, the number of oddities that specialize in redirecting fortune or misfortune can be said to be very low in the first place. Among them, it wouldn’t be inaccurate to say that the Fortune Toad is the most common one to encounter in Japan. In other words, I can’t fault you for so confidently declaring that what you encountered was a Fortune Toad. However, aren’t you only assuming that the oddity you saw sitting on Sanae-san’s shoulder had, in fact, redirected misfortune?”
“............”
“Takashiro-kun, are you still so naive?” Grimoire asked, her tone losing its playfulness, “You something that looked like redirected misfortune, but aren’t there other explanations as well? If you see a vampire burning in daylight, it’s natural to assume that they’re burning because of the sun. However, isn’t it also possible that they drank holy water, burst into flames, and in their pain they ran out of the cover of shade? It’s not a rational thing to assume, especially since the first option is much more likely. However, oddities are not rational creatures. The occult is a world where everything affects everything else in different ways. If a specialist carelessly approaches a problem assuming one thing, they could wind up doing more harm than good. It’s important to consider all possibilities, not just the most likely ones. That’s why specialists have a tendency to drag their feet when dealing with oddities. They’re not procrastinating. Instead, they’re observing, waiting to confirm if they’re really dealing with the right oddity. That’s the one thing I hate about doing work that doesn’t involve exorcising vampires.”
“Somehow, I didn’t picture you the type of person to dislike sitting around and waiting.”
“No, you misunderstand. That’s not the part I hate. The part I hate is, simply, having to watch oddities do what they want. Having to watch people suffer because of the supernatural, without being able to take action.”
That was an unusually compassionate sentiment, coming from Grimoire.
Well, I suppose it wasn’t entirely unfounded. After all, she had gone out of her way to rescue me after my own incident over spring break. I didn’t have money or skills to offer, and at the time, I was just a normal human. She had no reason to bother with me, especially since it directly interfered with one of her jobs at the time.
In other words, she had rescued me out of the kindness of her own heart, at a detriment to her.
Well, in the end, I became a valuable asset to her, now that I’ve been given body parts of a vampire.
I guess I was the result of her good karma.
“Well, moving forward, I suggest you test Sanae-san’s ability to redirect misfortune. Do you still have that package I gave you over summer break?”
“You mean you want me to use that?”
“Well, unless you can think of a better way to cause Sanae-san misfortune that can be redirected. However, I would imagine my method is far less violent and far more subtle than anything you could come up with. We can’t just repeat what happened today. A scenario like that doesn’t rule anything out.”
“..... Fine, I’ll do it.”
“Do what?”
That was not Grimoire’s voice.
In fact, that voice had not come over the phone at all.
“Oh, is there someone else there?” Grimoire asked playfully, “I’ll leave you two alone, then.”
With that, the red-haired exhibitionist I called my mentor hung up the phone, and I was left staring at a familiar face.
Silver twintails, billowing in the breeze.
A pale, fragile-looking figure, that belied her abrasiveness and aloofness.
“Sodachi-san!”
“That sounded like a serious conversation. Tell me, what is it that you plan on doing? Have you become a criminal in the day I was gone from school?”
Right.
Sodachi hadn’t been at school today.
“N-no! It’s nothing like that!” I held up my arms defensively, “It’s just work, I guess.”
“You mean to say it involves the supernatural, then?” Sodachi tilted her head to the side, “Is that what you’re telling me?”
“S-something like that.”
Sodachi scowled at me.
Sanae had been speculating that me and Sodachi were lovers because we were close, but that was actually not the case. A week ago, after I told Sanae about how Yuuki and I met and became friends, she started acting cold to me again. It was on a level where I was pretty sure it wasn’t just because she didn’t believe me about the supernatural.
Well, to put it simply, I don’t think it was at all because she didn’t believe me about the supernatural. If it was simply that she didn’t believe me, she could’ve done a number of things, like demand I show her the powers of my vampiric limbs, or take her to Grimoire herself to talk to her. Since she wasn’t asking me to do anything to prove I was telling the truth, I could only conclude that she believed me.
Yet, ever since that day, she’s distanced herself from me. She had been treating me almost as coldly as when we first met, and today, the day we were supposed to have math tutoring, she didn’t even come to school.
But…
If it was just that she was avoiding me, she would have no reason to approach me now, outside of school and in her free time. Even if we had been going the same way, it would’ve been simple enough to avoid me.
“Whether you’re dealing with the supernatural or not doesn’t seem like a question ‘something like that’ applies to.”
“Well, in short, I am dealing with the supernatural.”
“Is Mashino-san involved?”
“Only tangentially… I think.”
Sodachi scowled at me again, and I could tell immediately she expected me to elaborate.
“W-what I mean is, I’m dealing with someone I only know because of Yuuki-chan, but whether this particular incident has anything to do with Yuuki-chhan or her problem is something I haven’t determined yet.”
“In other words, you’re suspicious of the person you’re dealing with?” Sodachi asked directly, “You think they might have something to do with Mashino-san’s curse?”
“Well,” I paused, “I don’t think they cursed Yuuki-san, but I think she has the expertise to teach someone else how to curse someone in the first place. She’s that kind of person. However, she might be in over her head this time, if she’s trying to control the powers of this particular oddity.”
“Oh, so in the end, she’s another one of your damsels in distress?” Sodachi narrowed her eyes, “The girl of the week who needs your saving?”
That came out suddenly.
Abruptly.
An outburst that was both unexpected and scathing.
But, it belied another emotion, one that caused a rose-colored tinge to creep up on Sodachi’s face.
It was there for a brief moment, before it faded into a dull glare. Even though she was still scowling, it didn’t look nearly as imposing as before.
I chose my words carefully.
“It’s not about saving one person over another,” I replied, “They need my help and expertise. It’s a job. Besides, in this case, everyone around Sanae-san will be put in danger if she clings to the Fortune Toad she’s befriended, so I guess you could say I’m saving everyone.”
Sodachi didn’t seem content with this answer.
“You’re despicable,” Sodachi replied, “Tone down that unattractive egomania of yours. The only one you’re saving is yourself.”
“Maybe so,” I replied, “But if other people benefit from it, that’s the same as saving others, right?”
“Only if you’re actually talking about something dangerous here.”
“If you want to know how dangerous it is, I could tutor you on Oddities.”
“Aren’t you still learning from that exhibitionist red-haired squatter who lives in a parking garage?”
“Well, it would be the same as you tutoring me on math, even though you’re also taking math classes.”
“I’m not interested in things of the supernatural,” Sodachi dismissed.
“Suit yourself,” I shrugged.
“It’s unfortunate, but I guess we’ll be seeing each other in class tomorrow, then,” Sodachi sighed, turning around to leave, “Oh, and math tutoring is cancelled forever. I don’t feel like dealing with you anymore.”
“That’s fine. At least today I have other things to take care of in the first place,” I replied vaguely, thought it wasn’t like I was lying. I had a few preparations to make before school tomorrow if I was going to confirm Sanae’s possession of a Fortune Toad.
We turned our backs toward each other and I heard Sodachi walk away. Letting out a heavy sigh, I turned around and watched as she crossed the street towards her apartment.
Just before I turned back around, however, I caught sight of something discarded on the ground. It was something like a thin bracelet. I picked it up, and realized it was made of thin plastic and had a name and a barcode running across it.
A hospital bracelet.
“Who dropped this here, I wonder?” I asked aloud, turning the bracelet so I could read the name fully.
Familiar characters ran across the white surface, reading in clean, black print:
“Oikura Sodachi”
003
“I’m home!” I called out, sliding open the traditional paper doors to my aunt’s home and stepping in. Taking my shoes off and replacing them with a pair of house-friendly slippers, I glanced into the main room, and my eyes fell immediately upon a figure lounging in front of the TV.
The figure was a girl about two years my junior, clad in the uniform of an entirely different high school. She had silver hair tied up in a short ponytail and pale grey eyes that gazed idly at the television. A half-eaten rice cracker stuck out from her mouth, bouncing as she munched on it.
Her name was Yakamoto Akane.
She was the daughter of my mother’s sister. In other words, my cousin.
She appeared to be watching some anime I’d never seen before about high school girls driving tanks. Ordinarily, I might’ve been inclined to ask her about it, but I had a lot on my mind. There was the whole matter with Sanae and what was probably a Fortune Toad, and now there was that bracelet I found. I really just wanted to head to my room and think things through, so I passed by my cousin without another word.
My aunt had married into a rather well-off family, something like they were descended from a famous samurai or something. The house had belonged to my uncle, but he had died not too long after Akane was born, leaving her, my aunt, and me alone in an overly-large home.
Since the house was pretty big, it took me a few moments to get to my room.
Once I was there, I closed the door behind me looked around my bedroom. I made my way over to the desk and dug around the drawer until I found a small bottle filled with pale-yellow powder. On the bottle was a small label reading “Diuretic”. It was hand-written in English, probably by Grimoire herself.
Did Grimoire really expect me to drug Sanae with diuretic just to see if she the frog I had seen was actually a Fortune Toad?
Well, it wasn’t like that was anything unexpected or uncharacteristic for my perverted mentor, but just because I was learning from her didn’t mean I was comfortable with all her methods of dealing with Oddities. That being said, I was having trouble figuring out what else I could do to “bring misfortune” upon Sanae that wouldn’t put her in serious danger if I was wrong. Specifically on that matter, Grimoire was right.
“I suppose there’s no helping it. I’ll have to drug Sanae with this diuretic tomorrow,” I sighed.
Saying it aloud made me feel even worse about it.
Wait, but I don’t even know what this stuff is. Grimoire didn’t tell me how to use it, she just gave it to me and said I might need it one day. I don’t know how strong this stuff works or how much I should give Sanae tomorrow. If I didn’t give her enough, it might not take effect soon enough and she’d get a chance to go to the bathroom between classes. In that case, it would be better if I erred on the side of caution and gave her a larger dose.
However, diuretics can be dangerous if you overdose, since they work by increasing kidney function and inhibiting water re-absorption. At the very least, Sanae could become extremely dehydrated, and there were probably more serious side-effects of an overdose depending on what this powder was.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s right,” I nodded to myself, “I can’t just carelessly drug my classmates with sketchy diuretics given to me by an exhibitionist vampire hunter… I’ll have to wrack my brain for another option.”
However…
Even though I had said that, I couldn’t think of another option.
I flopped down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling as though that would help me think better. Raising the vial of pale yellow powder up to my face to study it, I wondered briefly how else I was going to bring misfortune to Sanae for her to redirect.
Some time passed, and I before I could come up with a solution, I heard a small knock on the wooden frame of my bedroom door.
“Haru-nii, dinner’s ready!”
I let out a soft sight and rose to my feet, turning to the door, “Alright, I’m on my way.”
I walked over to the door and stepped out, greeting my cousin, who had already turned and was making her way towards the kitchen. Just as I closed my bedroom door, I realized I still held the vial of diuretic in my hands. It would look weird if I went back into my bedroom after emerging, so I slipped the vial into my pocket instead.
“Mom’s not home yet. Probably tied up at the hospital or something, so I made dinner tonight.”
“That’s too bad that she’s held up, ah, but your cooking is always amazing, so I can’t say I’m disappointed that you made dinner.”
My cousin twirled around, walking backwards as she puffed out her chest, “Fufufu, well, I am the best cook in this house! Actually, I won the cooking competition at our school last month as well, so I’m the best cook at my high school. If I were to guess, I’d say I’m probably the best cook ever!”
Her boasting was completely undermined when she stumbled as she was walking backwards. She flailed her arms helplessly as she fell back, but I reacted quickly and caught her arm.
I pulled her forwards and she, either because she was unbalanced or to show off, spun around and landed in my arms.
“The best cook ever should watch where she’s walking.”
“How embarrassing,” Akane replied softly.
She pulled herself to her feet and jumped away from me, adding, “Thanks for catching me, but please don’t say cool things like that. Raising romance flags with your own cousin is pretty shameless.”
“You flirt with me all the time!”
“When I do it, it’s an endearing character trait,” Akane smiled, “besides, I can’t be doing things like that anymore. I have a boyfriend now.”
“A boyfriend?”
“Yeah, we started dating a week ago, actually.”
“What’s his name?”
“Haru Takakuro.”
“What is he, a BlazBlue character?”
“That reference was pushing it, even for you.”
“Well, I don’t know how to feel about the fact that his name’s so similar to mine, but it’s none of my business who you date. So congratulations, I guess.”
“Aw, you seem a lot less disappointed than I expected.”
“What’s with that? You just said I shouldn’t be raising any flags.”
“Well, I said that, but I wanted you to object more.”
“Do you even actually have a boyfriend, or are you just messing with me?”
Without answering, my cousin went ahead to the kitchen and retrieved two plates loaded with food. As she set it down, I took in the sight of chicken katsu served with a vegetable stir fry and rice.
“It looks great as always! Thanks for the food.”
We knelt down at the table and began eating, a comfortable silence falling between us. It wasn’t long, however, before my mind drifted back to my current predicament. I still was iffy about using the diuretic, but I wasn’t having any luck coming up with other options.
“You seem distracted,” Akane noted, just as we had finished our food, “Is what I said earlier bothering you?”
“Huh?” I looked up, snapping out of my thoughts, “Oh, no. It’s nothing like that.”
“Here, let me take your plate.”
I watched as Akane reached down and picked up my empty plate. She turned towards the kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink, beginning to wash them.
“I’ll help. You made dinner, so I’d feel bad if I let you clean up on your own.”
I stood up and took a spot next to her, grabbing my plate and a sponge and washing off the last remnants of Akane’s dish.
“Hey, you know. You’ve changed a lot recently, Haru-nii.”
“Huh? What do you mean by that?”
“Well, how do I put this… you seem like you’ve grown rather distant lately.”
“Are you saying I’m treating you or Aunt Hayate coldly?”
“No, it’s not like that, it just… it seems like there’s just something on your mind lately, and you haven’t asked me or Mom about it yet. I just thought… what could you be worried about that you can’t even confide in your family.”
The true answer to that question was far more complicated than I would’ve liked to get into right now. I mean, in the first place, what was I going to say? “I met a vampire hunter, discovered the supernatural world, and about one third of my body is now that of a vampire’s.”
Joking aside, I couldn’t exactly explain the situation to my cousin.
“Well, I don’t know what’s bothering you, but if there’s any way I can help, I’d gladly bear any burden for you!”
I didn’t seem to have any other choices other than using the diuretic on Sanae at this point, and if I were going to do that, I’d need to test it out first.
Of course, if I was going to test it out, I could do it on myself, but I really wasn’t looking forward to doing something like that, and here my cousin was, volunteering to help me with anything I might need.
Even if I didn’t tell her the full truth of what I needed help with, she volunteered, so there shouldn’t be any problems with this, right?
“Actually,” I replied, “there has been something bothering me lately.”
“Huh?”
“Well, I uh… That is to say…” I paused, coming up with something on the fly, “Tea club! There’s a girl in tea club at my school, and I wanted to ask her out, but I was worried that she would hate me if I wasn’t any good at preparing tea properly.”
“That’s a surprisingly lame problem.”
Without holding back, Akane said that with a bored expression on her face.
Even though it was a lie born from my desire to keep everything hidden from my cousin, I still found myself getting worked up over her dismissal.
“It’s important to me!” I shot back, “So, I need you to be my taste-tester. I’m going to make some tea, and I want you to tell me, honestly, how mediocre it is.”
“Sure thing. If that’s all it is, I have no problems lending a hand!”
“Didn’t you just say you’d shoulder any burden for my sake?”
“I was obviously lying. I’m not going to go to a public place and pretend to be your girlfriend just so you look better in front of your friends.”
“What kind of person do you take me for?”
“A sad sap who flirts with his cousin because he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
“Didn’t I just say I was planning on asking a girl out?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could totally reject you. To someone who’s in a relationship already, hearing something like ‘I plan on asking someone out’ isn’t really all that impressive. I’m already one stage ahead of you.”
“Do you even have a boyfriend? I mean, no matter how you look at it, Takakuro Haru is a fake name!”
“I’m sure Takakuro-kun would say the same thing about his adorable girlfriend’s lame cousin’s name.”
Suddenly, I didn’t feel all that bad that I was about to drug my cousin with diuretic.
After we finished the dishes, my cousin went back into the living room, kneeling down at the table and waiting patiently for me to finish preparing the tea. I just prepared the tea normally, though I did take care to watch the timing more than I normally would. Afterwards, I removed the bottle of diuretic from my pocket, taking care not to let Akane see it, and I sprinkled a small amount into her cup.
The way I saw it, since there wasn’t any urgency in having my cousin become desperate, I could play it safe and use a small amount. Whatever her reaction to the diuretic, whether strong or weak, I could adjust the amount I give Sanae accordingly.
With two cups of tea in hand, taking care to remember the one on my right hand contained the diuretic, I walked over to Akane and set the tea down in front of her, before taking a seat across from her and placing my own cup down.
“Haru-nii,” Akane replied, looking rather underwhelmed, “In the first place, this is just normal tea, isn’t it?”
“You haven’t even tried it yet!” I argued, “Don’t tell me you’re the kind of person who thinks they can judge the quality of tea based on its color alone.”
“Well, it smells pretty normal too.”
“Just taste it already!”
“Fine, fine, but I doubt it’ll be anything spectacular…”
Akane then took a sip, and her whole face lit up.
“This… this tea is… this is really, really amazing!”
Akane then quickly drank the rest of her tea, slamming the tea cup down on the table and exhaling in content like a drunk person downing a beer in one go.
Skeptical, I drank my tea to see if it really was good, but it just seemed like normal, mundane tea to me.
Whatever had made Akane’s tea taste so good had to have been in the diuretic.
“There’s more, right?” Akane asked.
I had in fact made a whole tea pot, however, no matter how you looked at it, the tea in that tea pot was just your average tea made by a high school student who just took extra care in timing. There wasn’t anything special about it.
If I gave that to my cousin as-is, she’d realize rather quickly that I had put something in her first cup.
“Well, I made a whole pot, but I--”
I never got the opportunity to finish.
Akane was at the tea pot in the blink of an eye. It was alarming how fast she could move.
Actually, she was already pouring herself another cup.
Before I could try to stop her, she had begun chugging the cup of tea she had just poured.
I was worried that she’d burn her mouth, but she downed the second cup without complaining and let out a content sigh.
“Ah, so good! Forget about impressing that tea snob, you’ve impressed me, and I don’t even particularly care what my tea tastes like!”
That was odd.
I hadn’t prepared the tea specially except for her first cup, but she still seemed to think it was amazing.
Maybe that was a side-effect of the diuretic as well?
I would definitely have to ask Grimoire about it the next time I saw her.
Before I knew it, my cousin had completely finished the rest of the tea.
“Well, if you want my opinion as to whether your tea will impress her, I’ll say probably,” Akane replied, setting the tea cup down on the table, “But you know, trying to win over a girl who likes tea by making good tea is pretty shallow. I mean, doesn’t that give off the impression that the only thing you know about her is that she’s in the tea club?”
“Well, I suppose that’s true, but it’s really just to give me a starting point. I might not know a lot about her, but even if that’s the case, making good tea will give us something to talk about that I know she’ll be interested in. From there, the conversation can branch out before it becomes obvious that I only took interest in tea on a superficial level.”
“Hmm,” my cousin tilted her head back to look at me, “I suppose that could work on some people, but Haru-nii, isn’t that a little too manipulative?”
“I don’t really think so… I mean, it’s not like I’m pretending to be someone I’m not. I’m just making tea to break the ice between me and her.”
Besides, it wasn’t even like any of this was real. But if I didn’t play along, I would raise suspicion.
“That’s true, I suppose--” my cousin trailed off suddenly, and she frowned slightly. In the next moment, her eyes widened, and she shifted her weight on her feet, pressing her thighs together.
“A...ah,” she moaned, grabbing at the front of her skirt with one hand, “perhaps I drank too much…”
That hadn’t taken long at all.
“I’m going to the toilet,” Akane declared shamelessly, stepping back from the counter where she had chugged the rest of the tea and turning around. She hobbled past me in the living room and made her way into the hallway quickly. I turned my eyes to watch her leave, and the second she thought she was out of my line of sight I saw her jam her hands between her legs quickly.
With that knowledge, I could rest easy knowing that, even in a small amount like the one I gave Akane, the diuretic would work quickly enough to catch Sanae off-guard in the middle of class.
However, very suddenly, the front door was unlocked, and an older woman with silver hair darted into the house. She was wearing a blue blouse, a black dress skirt, and a white lab coat that made it clear she was a doctor.
That woman was Yakamoto Hatate. She was my mother’s younger sister. In other words, my aunt.
“I’m home!” She called out quickly. Dashing in with urgency as she made her way down the hallway my cousin disappeared down. I heard a yelp and a muffled “sorry” and the sound of a door closing.
When I approached the scene, I found my cousin sitting on the ground off to one side of the hallway, whimpering with both hands pressed between her legs.
The door to the toilet was just a few meters down, but it was closed.
“Haru… Haru-nii, help me up…” Akane asked.
I held my hand out to Akane and she gingerly removed one of her hands from between her legs and grabbed mine. Slowly, she tried to get up, letting out a few moans and squeaks as she struggled with her bladder. Eventually, she was standing, her hand pressed hard between her legs and her other rubbing her full bladder.
“What happened?” I asked, though I could probably figure out most of it from the scenario I had walked into.
“Mom just rushed past me and ran into the toilet before I could get there,” Akane replied. She then made her way towards the door to the toilet and knocked on it frantically.
“Mom, hurry up!”
“Sorry, Aka-chan! One thing led to another and I wasn’t able to go to the bathroom before leaving work. I’ll hurry up, I promise!”
Akane wriggled around in front of the closed door, whimpering and moaning as she danced from foot to foot. Given that we lived in a rather sizable home, there was naturally another toilet in the house, but it was down a rather long hallway that passed the kitchen, the baths, and my aunt’s bedroom. It was enough of a walk that Akane probably figured she’d be better off staying put and waiting.
Actually, from the looks of it, she wouldn’t be able to walk very quickly in her current state, so it probably was faster just to wait.
“I’m not gonna…” Akane muttered under her breath, bringing one of her knees up as she jammed both hands between her legs, “It’s definitely gonna leak…!”
Suddenly, the sound of a toilet flushing reached our ears, and Akane clenched both eyes shut. She planted both feet firmly on the ground and pressed her thighs together as she whimpered. That was then followed by the sound of rushing water as my aunt washed her hands.
Akane was shaking, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned.
Ordinarily, hearing the sound of someone washing their hands in the bathroom would mean that they would be out soon. However, Yakamoto was a doctor, so she took particular care to wash her hands properly every time. Even though it was relatively short to someone not on the verge of wetting themselves, the amount of time that took was probably torture for Akane.
After a few more seconds, the water shut off and the door to the toilet opened.
Yakamoto stepped out, looking refreshed.
“Sorry about the wait, Aka-cha--”
Before she could even finish her sentence, Akane dashed past her and slammed the bathroom door closed. Not two seconds later, a loud, shameless sigh of relief echoed through the otherwise silent hallway.
My aunt looked at me, and I merely shrugged in mock ignorance as to what had just occurred.
Satisfied with that, Yakamoto spoke, loud enough to be heard through the door, “Well, to be honest, I got paged back to the hospital the instant I arrived home. I wasn’t going to make it back to the hospital without wetting myself, so I came inside to use the toilet, but I have to leave again. Sorry, you two. Have a good night!”
With that, that woman who had seemingly appeared just as a convenient plot point walked swiftly down the hallway and out the door without another word.
A bit later, I heard the toilet flush again and the sound of running water as my cousin washed her hands. Then, the door opened and she stepped out into the hallway.
“That was dangerous,” Akane sighed, “I’m never chugging tea like that again… well, maybe it would’ve been better if I had gone to the bathroom after dinner, since I kind of needed to already.”
Wait.
Wait wait wait.
She already had to go?
If she needed to after dinner, then just how much of an effect did the diuretic actually have on her?
I’m sure it played some role, but how could I be sure how much if she was already holding it in?
That meant I have no idea if Sanae would react similarly to the same amount of diuretic or not.
“I’m just gonna have to wing it tomorrow and put in more, aren’t I?” I muttered under my breath.
“What was that?” my cousin asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Nothing, nothing,” I shook my head before noting, “Well, tea has diuretic properties, so you might want to be careful for the rest of the night.”
With that warning, I left my cousin standing in the hallway and began preparing for bed. Whether I was prepared or not, tomorrow I'd be confronting Sanae.
To Be Continued... |
So, three years is a bit much to be considered a hiatus, and in truth I had entirely planned on dropping this story completely after my return to this site, but after encouraging words from a fan on one of my more recent stories and the fact that I had a basic framework for the story already planned out, as well as just generally being a fan of the Monogatari series and how it's written, I figured I'd give revitalizing this story a shot. So, without delaying this LONG overdue continuation, here's the next part.
004
The next day, at school, a feeling of anxious unrest grew in the pit of my stomach as I waited for lunch.
Well, for starters, Sodachi was there, and her gaze kept falling upon me suspiciously. There were actually quite a lot of things I wanted to ask her, but right now didn’t seem like a good time for any of them. There was the hospital band she had dropped yesterday (though I couldn’t be entirely positive she had dropped it on accident, considering the timing), but also in general I kind of wished things hadn’t gone so poorly between us after I told her how me and Yuuki met.
But it could easily be said that the issues between me and Sodachi were all a kind of side-story. Actually, if I were to describe it, I would call it more an afterthought than anything.
The main plot here was me drugging Sanae with diuretic to see if she had truly struck up a partnership with a Fortune Toad.
Well, how I was going to do it was simple enough, provided I got ample opportunity to do so without being noticed.
Sanae, being a rather health-conscious person, drank water throughout the day to stay hydrated. To achieve that goal, she could more often than not be found with a plastic water bottle sitting at the foot of her desk throughout the school day.
During lunch, where most of the students in the classroom would rush to either purchase meals from the school’s cafeteria, or to claim the roof or other ideal eating locations, Sanae would often leave the classroom as well. I had never paid too much mind to whether she was also buying lunch, going to the bathroom, or simply walking a little to stretch her legs, but why she was gone didn’t matter.
The important part was that I’d have enough time to snatch her bottle up and slip the diuretic into it.
The problem was….
Well, if not everyone left the classroom, or if I was caught, the dubiousness of that kind of situation would likely lead to another scandal.
No, forget just a simple scandal. If I was caught drugging the water bottle of a girl in my class, being forced to resign as Class Representative would be the least of my worries.
Perhaps I was exuding some sort of nervous, anxious, suspicious aura that Sodachi was picking up on. At any rate, she kept staring at me, drilling holes into the back of my head the whole day thus far.
With half the day over already before I knew it, the familiar sound of the lunch bell rang, and everyone trampled over one another to free themselves from the classroom.
In the end, I was left in the classroom with Sodachi.
Actually, that was probably the worst possible matchup.
After all, while I was sitting down, Sodachi’s eyes were still on me. Even if she looked away for a second, the second I moved she would notice and turn her attention back to me immediately. That would be a problem even if Sanae’s desk was next to mine.
But in reality, her desk sat on the other side of the classroom.
I frowned. What was I going to do about this situation?
“Hey, bonehead.”
That insult came from behind me.
Even if it hadn’t, there was only one other person in the classroom.
Perhaps it was because I was nervous about what I was about to do, but I felt myself shaking as I turned my head to face the silver-haired girl behind me.
“Y-y-y-yes?” I asked, stuttering conspicuously.
Sodachi didn’t look amused.
“You’ve been nervously avoiding my gaze, even though most days you glance back at me over your shoulder like you have something you want to say. It’s been like that since you told me those adventures of yours with our Ex-class Rep, but today’s the first day something’s been different. I’m not so unobservant that I wouldn’t notice you acting differently. Tell me, have you come to despise me after our conversation yesterday?”
“I was under the impression that you were the one who had come to despise me…”
That’s what I wanted to say.
I wanted to point out to that twintailed girl who looked down on me no matter what that she was acting very much like she despised me. That, in fact, she had only ever acted like she didn’t despise me for an incredibly brief amount of time.
In fact, if I had gone with that, I might have been able to produce an uncomfortable atmosphere that Sodachi felt inclined to leave. I could, with that, drive her out of the classroom. Even if she wouldn’t budge, I could make a scene and find Sanae to give her the diuretic some other way. I could do that without raising suspicion.
However, Sanae’s problem was the least on my mind at that moment.
Actually, my mind turned towards our conversation yesterday.
Or rather, what I had found after our conversation yesterday.
“Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you about, but I wasn’t sure how to approach you,” I slipped into that angle immediately.
“Approach me?”
I reached into my pocket and produced the medical bracelet I had found yesterday.
I had wanted to wait until resolving the situation with Sanae before asking her about it, but it was something that had been bothering me all night. I could no longer put it off now that Sodachi was talking to me.
I placed it on the table silently, keeping it close in case Sodachi tried to snatch it from me.
Even if she had, I already knew the name on it.
“‘Oikura Sodachi’,” I replied, “That’s the name on this bracelet. It’s written with the kanji for old (老, oi) the kanji for cellar (倉, kura) and the kanji for growing up (育, sodachi). In other words, exactly the way your name is written. This bracelet was yours.”
Sodachi remained silent.
“Well, yesterday you were absent. But someone like you, who prides themselves in all their studies despite being obsessed with only mathematics, wouldn’t skip class for the pathetic reason that you were trying to avoid your classmate who told you some ridiculous story about curses and eels and vampire limbs. But if you were at the hospital during school, something bad must’ve happened, is that right?”
Sodachi continued to look at me with an expression I couldn’t read.
“So I’ll ask earnestly, as someone who doesn’t despise you. Are you okay?”
Sodachi let out a light sigh.
“You’re wrong,” She said simply.
“Huh?”
“You’re wrong. I’m petty enough to skip class for the sake of avoiding you. I didn’t want to see you on the day we were supposed to have tutoring. It just so happened that I was due for a check up, and I scheduled it during class so I had the excuse that I was at the hospital. In other words, I used my doctor’s visit as an excuse to avoid seeing you. That’s all. Don’t read too much into it.”
With that, Sodachi turned to the side and stood up.
“Huh, you’re leaving?”
Sodachi looked back at me, who had uttered that dumb-sounding question, and frowned.
“I only addressed you because I wanted to know why you were acting strange. If you were bothered by this the whole time, my answer to your question should be enough. In mathematics, a problem that’s already been solved doesn’t offer anything worth looking over.”
With that, Sodachi left the classroom completely.
I was now alone in the classroom.
I had received an unsatisfactory answer to a question I had posed, forgetting myself and my mission. But now that Sodachi was gone, my mind snapped back to the water bottle beneath Sanae’s desk.
In the end, it was disturbingly easy to drug her water.
By the time anyone had returned to the classroom, I had already mixed the diuretic in thoroughly and screwed the bottle cap back on. In fact, I was already sitting back down, so there wasn’t even the risk of looking suspicious hovering around the other side of the room.
Sanae even came back, but as usual she had returned with juice from the vending machine and would not start sipping at her water until lunch was over. I occasionally glanced over at her, but otherwise lunch was relatively normal. Sodachi had returned some time after Sanae, cutting it close to the end of lunch period.
I would’ve liked to question her more, but there was something about her body language that told me I wouldn’t get anything more out of her, and if I said the wrong thing she might wind up leaving again even if it meant skipping the next class.
Unfortunately, the next class wasn’t mathematics, so it wasn’t like I had the confidence that Sodachi wouldn’t leave for petty reasons.
So, even though it made me uneasy, I put that problem out of my mind and turned my attention towards the black-haired girl sitting across the room from me. She was my focus right now. My job as a specialist took priority, since a high school student wandering around with a Fortune Toad could wind up being really bad.
It didn’t take long for something to happen.
About five minutes into class, Sanae shifted forward slightly and reached for the water bottle at her feet.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her unscrew the cap. Slowly, she brought the bottle to her lips and took a small sip.
Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she let out an audible squeak that interrupted even the teacher’s lecture. However, instead of responding in embarrassment, Sanae simply eyed the water bottle in amazement.
“This water is really refreshing!”
The usually poised and composed vice class-representative exclaimed.
Without noticing the strange looks of those around her, Sanae downed the rest of the bottle in one go and let out an exaggerated sigh of content.
Only then did she seem to realize the commotion she had caused.
Everyone had their eyes on her.
Her face lit up like a stop light and she bowed in apology, “Please forgive me, I seem to have done something rather unbecoming of me.”
Like that, she slipped back in her proper attitude.
The teacher asked if she was okay, but Sanae simply waved the notion something was wrong off with her hand and smiled as the blush faded from her face.
I was trying not to look too nervous myself, even watching her embarrass herself like that.
Does everyone react that way to the diuretic no matter what it’s put in!?
Well, I think that question had already been answered.
Either way, it was only a matter of time now. After all, I had put in more diuretic than with my cousin last night, since Akane had told me she had been holding it in since before she drank my tea.
Sure enough, not too long after, I saw the telltale signs of Sanae’s reaction to the drug. It was subtle, like something you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking for it. It was something that could easily be explained away by restlessness or pent-up-energy or nervousness, but Sanae’s leg began to bounce slightly.
Well, being the class representative, it was natural for me to be paired up with the vice-class representative for various projects and other discussions, so I was a bit more conscious of her habits than most people. She wasn’t the kind of person who would restlessly shake her leg from pent up energy. If she was shaking her leg, it definitely meant she was feeling uncomfortable because her bladder was filling up.
Sanae’s expression had turned to one of recovering from embarrassment to one of slight concern. She wasn’t letting it show, but her desperation was probably building quite quickly. It was the period right after lunch, so it wasn’t like she could even give a good reason for needing to use the bathroom so soon. Either way, it was doubtful the teacher would grant her permission to leave the classroom.
Only a few minutes later, Sanae’s movements had become more frantic, knees and thighs pressing together as she wriggled around in her seat. She kept glancing up at the clock anxiously, and her forehead was wrinkled in discomfort. I watched her, waiting to see if the Fortune Toad would appear again. Even if I turned away, the first thing I’d do upon glancing back at her is making sure she still looked like she had to go to the bathroom. As long as she was still desperate, it meant that she had not redirected her misfortune.
As class went on, I watched the black-haired girl grow more and more restless, doing things like squeezing her eyes shut and rubbing her abdomen in distress. She wasn’t holding herself, but the hand she wasn’t using for taking notes was rubbing up and down her thigh as it shook. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, but whether they were out of worry or from the effort of holding it in I couldn’t tell.
Suddenly, Sanae’s eyes shot open and she jammed her hand between her legs, straightening her back and clenching her teeth in concern. She glanced around worryingly and I snapped my head back towards the front of the class. I felt her gaze pass over me and continue on to make sure no one had noticed her plight.
A few minutes later I felt confident enough to look back without being noticed, and Sanae looked much worse. Her hand was still firmly jammed between her legs and she was shaking in her seat, her eyes gazing unfocused at the board as she concentrated only on holding it all in. Her chest was rising and falling in uneven breaths as she struggled to fight the diuretic she had no idea was working against her.
I continued to watch Sanae carefully as she struggled with her desperation. I was waiting for any sign of the Fortune Toad appearing, but so far, Sanae had not given up using natural means-- which was, of course, holding it in-- to survive this ordeal.
Halfway through class, she was doubled over her desk, trembling in the effort it took her to hold it. By now, surely some others had noticed her desperation, but she didn’t seem to be concerned with upholding appearances anymore. Still, it wasn’t like she could ask to use the bathroom. She had already disrupted the class, and it was just after lunch. The teacher would definitely not let her leave. She glanced up at the clock and her eyes squeezed shut in despair, likely realizing she was not going to make it to the end of the class period like this. She then glanced to the side and our eyes nearly met before I looked away quickly. However, out of the corner of my gaze, I noticed that she was not looking at me. She was looking just behind me. That was the desk where Oikura Sodachi was sitting.
With shaky motions, Sanae straightened herself up, and she closed her eyes like she was concentrating. Not too long after, her whole body relaxed like she had peed herself right there, but there was no accompanying indication that anything like that had occurred.
Instead, for a brief second, the Fortune Toad made itself visible.
And in the next moment, a quiet squeak came from behind me.
I turned around, and Oikura Sodachi was looking down at herself with wide eyes. She then jammed a hand underneath her desk and squeezed one eye shut as she whimpered. She then glanced up at me and glared fiercely at me, like I had anything to do with her current predicament.
Well, technically I did, but it wasn’t like I had intended for her to get desperate or anything.
Either way, she was mad enough at me already, so I turned around and pretended to do my schoolwork.
Glancing back at Sanae, she was still wriggling around a bit, but something about it seemed forced and unnatural, like she had realized other people had noticed she had to pee, and was trying to act like she still did. It only confirmed my suspicions, she had redirected the misfortune of having to pee onto Sodachi.
With that confirmed, I was fully prepared to allow myself to relax.
But, there was another problem.
Namely, Sodachi behind me.
I wasn’t watching her, but I could hear her. Every soft moan, every sharp intake of breath. I could hear her skirt ruffling as she rubbed her thighs together desperately. I could hear her socks scratch against each other as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.
I tried to tune it out, but every time I heard something else, I practically saw Sodachi sitting there behind me, squirming around and legs twisted together in an effort to hold in her sudden, unexpected desperation.
We still had fifteen minutes left when Sodachi doubled over her desk, growing dangerously close to me as I sat in mine. I could feel her warm breaths as she panted, and each whimper only sounded that much more intense.
I gulped and leaned forward in an attempt to distance myself from Sodachi, but naturally, I couldn’t get very far. So, I continued to endure the noises that silver-haired girl was making behind me as she struggled to hold her pee.
Even though I was the one who had indirectly caused this situation, I felt like I had been caught in some kind of trap. Like somehow that exhibitionist woman I call my mentor had predicted his outcome, and encouraged it to corrupt me.
When there were still five minutes left in class, I felt a light tap on my shoulder from behind me.
I turned around, and Sodachi looked absolutely pitiful. She was practically half-sprawled on her desk, wriggling around in obvious desperation, with a hand firmly shoved between her legs. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and I don’t think I had ever seen her make such a vulnerable expression, even when she had wet herself after we got locked in the classroom.
“You,” she replied, her tone still harsh despite her expression, “Ta-take responsibility… for this!”
“W-what?” I asked in a surprised, yet hushed tone.
“I know… you had something to do with me being like this now… so… take responsibility and fix it.”
“Even if I did have something to do with it, what do you want me to do?”
“.... Something… quickly….”
Sodachi slumped further down, squeezing both of her eyes shut as she trembled in her seat.
“Not… gonna make it…”
“Even if you say that, there really isn’t anything I can do about this.”
“I know this is your fault somehow, so hurry up and do somethi-!!”
Sodachi cut herself off as she jammed her other hand between her legs as well and shot upright. She was shaking furiously and her expression looked strained like she was on the verge of wetting herself.
“Sensei!” I called out, standing up and raising my hand. Suddenly, all eyes fell on me, and I quickly stood to hide Sodachi in her obvious predicament. I glanced over my shoulder at her, and Sodachi herself had regained just enough composure to hide her intense desperation.
“Sodachi isn’t feeling well. As the Class Representative, I’d like to escort her to the nurse, is that alright?”
“Well, there is only five minutes left of class, so I suppose it’s fine,” the teacher conceded.
I glanced behind me and Sodachi stood up shakily, trying to walk as straight as possible with her full bladder. I could feel everyone’s eyes on us as we left the classroom together. No doubt that would start more rumors, but I wasn’t concerned about that anymore.
The second we got out into the hallway, Sodachi jammed both of her hands between her legs again and began hobbling as quickly as she could to the bathroom. We only made it about halfway down the hall when she moaned and doubled over.
“I can’t hold it anymore! It’s gonna come out!”
She said that out loud shamelessly before bolting the rest of the way to the girl’s bathroom and rushing inside. I waited outside the bathroom patiently, and by the time Sodachi had emerged from the bathroom, the bell to signal the end of class had rung.
Sodachi stepped out looking much more relieved, but also a bit stiff, and stepped past me.
“Sodachi-san, wait up, I-”
“Do not think I’m going to act all grateful for you saving me from a humiliating situation. You were the one who got me into the mess to begin with.”
“That’s not true. Not entirely, anyway. I did intend for Sanae to become desperate to see what kind of Oddity she was possessed by, but I never intended you to get caught up in it!”
“But in the end, that’s what happened, and your actions were the catalyst. Is that an accurate assessment of the situation?”
I turned away.
“Well, yeah, you could say that, but-”
“Then in the end, all you did was fix a problem you caused in the first place. One plus negative one. That’s zero.”
Sodachi walked away from me, clenching her fists by her sides as she stomped off.
I let out a heavy sigh and closed my eyes. My relationship with Sodachi hadn’t improved at all but at least I had confirmed Sanae possessed a Fortune Toad.
I turned to head back to class, and noticed both Sanae and Yuuki walking towards me. Sanae had a hand jammed between her legs again, and I realized that the diuretic wouldn’t have just worn off after she foisted her desperation onto Sodachi.
As she passed me by, however, her eyes narrowed at me and she turned to me and smirked, whispering, “Nice save.”
She and Yuuki disappeared into the bathroom, and I felt a chill run down my spine. That girl with a Fortune Toad at her disposal was dangerous. There was no way I could let her just do what she wants with no consequences.
005
“So, essentially, after being desperate for half the class, this Senryuu Sanae basically transferred her desperation to Oikura Sodachi… is that what you’re telling me?”
Grimoire had asked that question immediately following my summary of the events during class, after I had drugged Sanae with the diuretic. As I talked, she was doing something that looked a lot like rolling cigarettes, but actually she was wrapping thin, sharpened wooden stakes in special charms for vampire-hunting.
“Yes,” I replied, “In other words, I’ve confirmed that Sanae is, in fact, possessed by a Fortune Toad.”
“Hmmm,” Grimoire frowned, holding up one of the weapons she had just created. At first I thought she was dissatisfied with the way it turned out, but then she followed up with, “But are you sure you’ve actually confirmed that?”
“What do you mean? You were the one who told me to test Sanae-san with the diuretic. Are you saying that test still isn’t enough?”
“No. But isn’t it true that you’re still jumping to conclusions, Takashiro-kun?”
I tilted my head to the side in confusion, and Grimoire sighed like I was a lost cause.
“What I mean to say, aren’t you jumping to the conclusion that what you saw was the redirection of misfortune?” Grimoire asked. She started on another stake, and continued on without waiting for a reply, “In the first place, do you even fully understand what redirection of misfortune is?”
“Wouldn’t that be taking something bad that’s happened to you and instead transferring it to someone else?”
Grimoire half-smirked, “Close. It’s taking something bad that is about to happen to you, and transferring that onto someone else. That distinction is crucial. If the bad thing has already happened, then any transfer of it to another person has to be the effect of something else.”
“But wouldn’t Sanae still fall into that category?” I asked, “I mean, she redirected her desperation to Sodachi before she wet herself. That’s still a redirection of misfortune, right?”
“Wetting yourself certainly seems like misfortune, but in reality it’s only the result of the misfortunate situation of being caught with a full bladder at the wrong time. In other words, the fact that Sanae was desperate at all means she didn’t automatically redirect any misfortune. That’s the sole ability of the Fortune Toad, so why wasn’t it working? The answer is because Sanae is not in possession of a Fortune Toad at all.”
My eyes widened.
Even if that were the case, it still looked like, both times, that Sanae had redirected misfortune.
Furthermore, a toad did appear on her shoulder both times misfortune was misdirected.
“You’re probably thinking something along the lines of, ‘that’s impossible. I saw the toad myself,’ or something like that. But let me ask you, do you think the Fortune Toad is the only entity shaped like a toad in the world of Oddities?”
“So, are you saying there’s an Oddity that both looks like a toad and has the similar ability of redirecting bad things from happening to somebody?”
“No, there’s nothing like that,” Grimoire replied, “If there were something that was that similar to a Fortune Toad, it would be a pain for us specialists to deal with. Actually, if there was an oddity that was different from a Fortune Toad, but had a very similar ability, over time it would pretty much become a Fortune Toad. However, there are other toad-like entities that might have control over other things, but could manipulate those other things to make it look like they were redirecting misfortune in these two situations.”
I tilted my head to the side, “There’s really an oddity like that? I mean, first of all, what’s the connection between these two incidents? I thought they were both Sanae redirecting misfortune, but if you’re telling me that’s not what happened, then they just seem like two random coincidences.”
Grimoire smiled, finishing another stake and standing up.
“If I told you all the answers, I wouldn’t be much of a teacher, now would I? It’s up to you to figure this one out. Though, I’d hurry if I were you. I’m sure Sanae-chan won’t sit still now that she knows you’re looking into her directly.”
That red-haired woman who wore her hoodie immodestly unzipped turned towards the staircase of the parking garage and started down it.
“Wait!” I called out, “Where are you going?”
“Huh? Where do you think I’m going? To do my job!”
With that, Grimoire continued down the staircase, grabbing some of the stakes she had just been working on and holding them between her fingers like she was ready to throw them at a moment’s notice. That lone vampire-exorcising specialist, who was possibly the only specialist currently in Japan, was going out to hunt tonight.
006
Even though Grimoire had told me to figure it out on my own, in the end, all I could do was wrack my brain until it became so late it was time for me to get ready for bed. I found myself soaking in the tub after showering, staring down at the reflection of the scar on my right arm where it had been severed and a vampire’s limb had been attached. Rising out of the water were my legs, which, halfway up the thighs, also bore similar scars.
In addition to those limbs, my eyes were also the red eyes of a vampire. They had been replaced later on, due to other circumstances that occurred after I had met Yuuki, but before I met Sodachi. I had been given them for the sole purpose of allowing me to use more of the latent vampiric powers locked away in my limbs.
Well, that was another story for another day.
“A connection…”
I muttered to myself, choosing to ignore the twisted body I now possessed.
I needed to find the connection between the incident with the coffee can and the incident with Sanae transferring her urge to pee over to Sodachi.
“There’s a connection, but what?”
What tied the scenario where Sanae miraculously avoided getting splashed by the coffee can to her transferring her desperation to Sodachi? If I assumed the toad-like oddity would exclusively be able to manipulate one thing, what one thing was being manipulated in both situations.
Unable to come up with an answer, I reached down and splashed myself with water from the bath. I had intended the action to help clear my mind, but instead my eyes widened as I realized just what that connection was.
“Water! Of course it’s water! Toads and frogs are amphibians, so there’s got to be a frog oddity that is associated with water! Sanae was manipulating the water in the situation, but she was throwing me off by making me think she had a Fortune Toad instead!”
Satisfied with my conclusion, I sprang up and grabbed my towel, drying myself off and rushing out of the bathroom. I passed Akane on the way out, and she looked over at me with a surprised expression.
“What’s with you, Haru-nii?”
“Ah, I managed to forget to pick something up at the bookstore! I want to get there before it closes!”
“What? But you just took a bath!”
“This is important!”
I didn’t have any books on oddities, and if Grimoire was busy dealing with a vampire, I would need to do the research on my own. In truth, it was probably a good idea to pick up some books on oddities anyway. So far, I’d been spoon-fed all the information I’ve needed from Grimoire, but if I was going to be a self-sufficient specialist, I’d need my own information sources.
I was dressed and rushing out the door in no time flat.
Above me, the sky was overcast, like it was ready to rain, but grabbing an umbrella would only slow me down. If anything, I could run really fast and minimize the time I was caught out in the storm.
Since it was nighttime, I could charge forward at full power without worrying about using my vampire abilities. I rushed past dead intersections and sprinted down empty sidewalks. It felt like I was the only one out tonight. Not that I had a license yet or anything, but even if I could drive I feel like it would’ve taken me longer to reach the bookstore.
However, just as I reached the final stretch, I caught a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye.
A girl still wearing our school’s uniform, with long black hair and brown eyes.
Senryuu Sanae.
She was standing in the road, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it was about to rain. But more importantly, she was staring directly at me, with a smirk playing across her lips.
“My my, Takashiro-san,” she replied in that ever teasing tone, “You’re in a hurry.”
But then, suddenly, she added something new. Something very un-Sanae-like, for lack of a better term.
“Did something good happen?”
I don’t know if it was because something about that seemed off, but my body recoiled at those words and I slowed down. I didn’t stop moving, but it felt like the world around me came to a halt as we made eye contact.
Then, the frog-like oddity on Sanae’s shoulder flickered, and something unusual happened.
My right shoulder burst into flames.
“GGGahhhhhh!” I cried, grasping my shoulder with my other hand. The fire receded quickly, but the burning sensation persisted. I looked down at the injury and noticed that it looked like someone had cut through my shoulder with a blade.
However, Sanae had nothing like that with her.
Moreover, despite it looking like a normal injury, my vampiric arm wasn’t healing as quickly as normal.
“Surprised?” Sanae asked, grinning, “Sorry, but I won’t tell you my secrets~ After all, I’m going to exterminate you now~”
“Exterminate?” I asked incredulously, “What are you doing, exactly? I’m a specialist, too, and at the very most I wouldn’t even qualify as a half-vampire. I’m off-limits.”
“Hmm? Off limits by that account, maybe,” Sanae nodded, “But you’re doing something rather unsightly. You’re a human who’s going around using vampire abilities to deal with oddities. Actually, you’ve very specifically added vampire components to your body to increase the amount of vampire abilities you can use. That would be enough for me to want to exterminate you."
“You say that like you have other reasons to exterminate me.”
“Ahahaha, Indeed I do~!” Sanae smiled, “But those aren’t things you need to worry about. Your life is about to end right here. I’m sure you’ve already figured it out, but I’m currently in command of a powerful oddity.”
“That toad on your shoulder!?” I asked, “You tried to make me think it was a Fortune Toad, but I know it’s something different!”
“Oh? So you figured that much out?” Sanae asked, “Well, even so, you can’t win this late in the game without knowing exactly what it is. Actually, even if you did know, you probably still couldn’t win. With my next move, I’ll tear off your left leg.”
Even though she said that, I was on edge. Either she had so much confidence that she was fine telling me exactly where her next attack would be aimed at, or she was trying to distract me. Either way, I tensed all my muscles and prepared to react to her movements. Without so much as waving a hand, however, the frog on her shoulder flickered into view again, and I lunged backwards. A sharp, burning pain erupted across my left leg right at the knee, and I nearly collapsed.
“Oho~ You managed to keep your leg! Still, you can’t move around very far like that!”
Even though my leg was in pain, I still launched off of it and started running. I didn’t want to fight Sanae if I could help it, but I wasn’t going to let myself be killed for some unknown reason.
In the first place, there was still a lot I didn’t know about Senryuu Sanae.
Why was she trying to kill me?
Was she actually a vampire-exorcising specialist?
And, most importantly, why did she wait until now to attack me?
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. Even if she was busy, calling Grimoire in this situation would be best.
However, as I raised it to my ear, a sharp pain shot through my right arm again and I dropped the phone on the ground. Even though I was running, Sanae was keeping pace with me rather well, likely due to my injured leg.
“I won’t let you call for backup!”
I turned around, trying to see where she was attacking from. However, once again, I couldn’t see any sort of physical weapon.
But wait, wasn’t that wrong in the first place? I knew she was attacking with the help of the frog-like oddity on her shoulder. If I was right, and that thing was manipulating water, then her attack must be water-based, rather than a physical weapon.
Actually, considering that it was a water-based attack, and considering it was preventing my injuries from healing despite my vampiric limbs, she had to be attacking with holy water, specifically.
That wasn’t something you could condense out of the air even if there was moisture. In fact, even if it started raining, she wouldn’t be able to just make more of it on the spot.
So she had to have some sort of supply.
Knowing that, I just had to find it.
Whirling around, I felt blood spurt out of my leg injury as I put weight on it. However, I worked through the pain and lunged back at Sanae directly.
Sanae seemed caught off by my sudden offensive, and leapt backwards. She fired another attack off at me, but once again, I couldn’t see where it was coming from. The attack struck my right leg near the shin, and I tripped and stumbled across the ground as the holy water burned my vampiric limb.
However, in the moment I fell, Sanae had perhaps let her guard down. I was at a lower vantage point, and the oncoming storm was whipping up a lot of night winds, so her skirt was fluttering up ever-so-slightly. It wasn’t to the point where I could see her panties, but there, strapped to her thigh, was a water bottle likely containing the holy water I was looking for.
Now that I knew where it was, if I could somehow get a hold of that bottle and drain the holy water from it in a way where Sanae couldn’t use it, I could disable her main weapon.
On the flip side, her attacks were too fast for me to respond to them, and I was already injured.
In other words, this was a one-sided battle of endurance where I needed to complete a specific goal in order to win.
Still, bemoaning that fact wouldn’t get me anywhere. I had to keep charging forward no matter what.
I pushed myself off the sidewalk and once again lunged at her, using all my strength and reaching out with my right hand. Sanae stepped backwards and a large cut ran across my right arm, bursting into flames as the holy water burned me. I winced, but continued onwards, reaching for that precarious position under Sanae’s skirt. Once she realized what I was going after, she twisted her body to protect the bottle and grabbed my right hand with her own. With a particularly powerful strike, I watched as a spear of razor-sharp holy water emerged from the bottle and severed my right hand.
The stump of my arm burst into flames, and the hand Sanae was grabbing onto burned away into dust. I clutched my newest injury in my left hand as Sanae looked down at me and waggled her fingers.
“You shouldn’t be trying to stick your hands up girl’s skirts, you know!”
However, just as that had happened, the straps Sanae had used to strap the water bottle to her thigh ripped off and the bottle fell to the ground.
Before she could even realize what had happened, I grabbed the water bottle with my bloodied left hand and poured its contents down a nearby storm drain before casually tossing the water bottle over my shoulder.
Sanae looked like a poker player who was confident they’d win with a straight flush, only to find out that their opponent had a royal flush in their hand the whole time.
“W-w-w-w-w-what? What did you do!?”
“I wasn’t just reaching for the water bottle,” I replied, “that would’ve been my ideal situation, but I was sure you wouldn’t let that happen. So I turned my fingers into claws and cut at the straps you were using to hold the water bottle instead. Well, you didn’t notice because you cut off my hand and it burned away before you could notice my fingers.”
Just then, the first drops of rain fell to the ground, striking Sanae in the forehead as she looked at me blankly.
As if the cloud was a crumbling dam, the second that first drop fell, the rain quickly picked up into a straight-up downpour.
As Sanae stood there, frozen, something else happened.
She suddenly squeaked and grabbed at her skirt, as something else fell down from it.
That something else was a pair of pink lace panties.
They were very risque panties, that only had enough fabric to cover the bare minimum of what would be considered decent in both the front and the back. Tied straps connected the two pieces like a swimsuit.
Well, they used to connect them, but it seemed that one of the straps had been cut.
Those panties fell to the ground and immediately became soaked with the rain.
Sanae was making a face that seemed like she was at her limit.
I was trying to project the air of someone who had nothing to do with the situation that just unfolded. As though Sanae’s panties falling down had nothing to do with me, and was merely an unfortunate accident that neither of us had control over.
“You... I want to die. I’m going to kill you, and then I’ll die!”
Sanae said that extreme thing, and at first I just thought it was an eruption of the utter embarrassment she was feeling.
But then, the rain around me moved.
Sanae’s frog-like oddity appeared, fully visible this time, as the rain twisted into watery tendrils. They wrapped around me, binding me in place, and Sanae formed a water spear that seemed to be spinning like a drill.
Even if it wasn’t holy water, something like that striking me would hurt.
Actually, something like that striking anywhere but my vampire parts would probably kill me outright.
There was only one thing I could do at this point, and that was use my vampiric abilities that I could not draw out just from having vampire limbs. I was going to tap into a vampire’s ability to manipulate the world around them without interacting with it physically.
In other words, I was going to have to use magic.
I could do this by asserting my dominance over my vampire limbs using the eyes I obtained in the last incident I had to deal with. I prepared to call out the name of the vampire who owned these limbs and these eyes in order to use that magic.
“Die!”
Sanae yelled, motioning forwards. As the drill approached me, I opened my mouth.
But then--
In an instant, the drill and tendrils had entirely disappeared.
It wasn’t like Sanae had decided her actions were foolish and simply dispelled her own attack due to some hesitation. It wasn’t born of something touching like she had seen me as a classmate rather than a monster in the last instant and decided she couldn’t go through with it.
Nor was it that I had stopped the attack with my abilities. In the first place, I hadn’t even had the chance to speak.
No, someone new had appeared, and it seemed that, just by him appearing, the attack disappeared. That person was a scruffy looking man in his mid-to-late 30s, wearing shorts, sandals, and a hawaiian print t-shirt.
“Phew, looks like I made it on time.”
He sighed around an unlit cigarette he held in his mouth. At first, I had thought it was simply unlit because it had been extinguished by the rain, but on closer inspection, the cigarette didn’t look like it had ever been lit in the first place.
“You!?” Sanae asked indignantly, as though she had seen the strange man before.
“Who are you?” I asked the man, standing over me with his arm outstretched. There seemed to be some kind of item in his hand, but I couldn’t quite see it from my position. I imagine whatever it was, it was what had dispelled Sanae’s attack.
“My name is Oshino Meme, it’s nice to meet you.” that man replied casually, as though he were merely introducing himself to someone he met at the convenience store, “I’m going to start negotiating with this dangerous specialist-in-training for your life now, so let’s take this somewhere else.”
To Be Continued... (Not in 3 years this time, I promise!) |
Here's the next part! Don't really have much to say about this one, other than it's a little exposition heavy. Most of that is to set up for stuff that's going to come later, though, but unfortunately that means there isn't a whole lot of substance in this chapter. There is a desperation scene, though, because I wouldn't leave you guys without one of those! Anyway, without further ado, here's the next part!
007
Apparently, there had been a lot going on behind the scenes.
Well, saying it was stuff going on behind the scenes wasn’t entirely correct. It might have been behind the scenes from my perspective, but if you looked at things from Sanae’s perspective, it was basically the main story.
Actually, there’s a particular word in the English language that seems to embody that kind of sudden realization. Sonder, or to realize abruptly that everyone around you, every single passerby, every person you’ve ever seen, has a life as long, detailed, and vivid as yours.
Well, I’d be surprised if they all had lives that got them wrapped up in vampires and other oddities, but that didn’t make me unique or special. It just made me a rare exception where I encountered things most people don’t on a daily basis.
Sanae was, apparently, another exception.
We had all moved to an abandoned building that used to be for some kind of business, but was now broken down with shattered glass and graffiti lining the walls. Oshino sat on what used to be a reception desk, with one leg dangling over the end and the other one raised so he could use it as a makeshift armrest.
Me and Sanae were sitting traditionally on the floor below. Sanae in particular looked rather uncomfortable, holding down her skirt with both hands as a last line of defense.
“Takashiro-kun,” Oshino spoke, “Right from the start, I’d like to apologize. I’ve been doing a lot of negotiating on behalf of Senryuu-chan and her mentor lately, but I seemed to have overdid it. I tipped the balance in her favor too much, and she got carried away and tried to do something extreme. The fact that you had to get wrapped up at all is my fault, so sorry about that.”
“N-n-no, that’s fine,” I held up my hands, “I don’t really understand what’s going on in the first place, so I’m just glad things didn’t escalate any further.”
“With that out of the way, I’d like to begin,” Oshino nodded to himself before turning to Sanae, “Senryuu-chan, I’d like to know why you, without being prompted by your mentor, decided to go ahead and exterminate Takashiro-kun.”
“It should be obvious,” Sanae replied stiffly, “It didn’t take me a long time to realize that Takashiro-san had the limbs of a vampire. The way he acted gave it away. Sometimes his shirt sleeves would fall when he raised his hand in class and I’d see a tell-tale sign of the talisman sealing his arm. He always wore long pants even during the summer when it was way too hot out. Then he got those red eyes. I suspect he used some sort of vampire magic to prevent normal people from noticing, but I noticed. He’s a monster who’s stolen the body parts of a vampire and is somewhere between a human and an Oddity.”
“Ah,” Oshino replied, “But… since he’s somewhere between a human and an Oddity, it means dealing with him, from a vampire-exorcising specialist’s perspective, isn’t something you should be concerning yourself with. In the first place, what are the things that are considered undesirable in terms of a vampire? First, you have the fact that a vampire will inevitably feed on a human being for survival. Second, you have the ability of a vampire to create kin. If there were a way to get vampires to agree to not eat humans and not create kin, vampire exorcists would become vampire negotiators instead. Usually, this is impossible, but Takashiro-kun’s not a true vampire, and he doesn’t possess fangs. Even if he was more vampire than human, he’s still essentially the ideal kind of vampire who can coexist with humans.”
Sanae frowned, shifting uncomfortably, “So, because he can exist peacefully with humans, we should ignore that he’s unnatural? He’s dangerous. He has the strength and some of the powers of a vampire. Shouldn’t that be enough to qualify him for extermination?”
“You’re naive if you believe having the ability to hurt someone is enough to regard someone as dangerous. You, after all, also possess the power to kill. You proved that earlier tonight with that frog of yours. Yet, if I called you dangerous and tried to exterminate you, you’d probably throw out some half-baked excuse like ‘I’m fighting against oddities, so it’s okay’. You’re being awfully hypocritical for someone so seemingly intolerant of oddities.”
Sanae seemed to have nothing to say to that. She merely squirmed underneath Oshino’s scrutinizing gaze.
“Unless, of course, there’s another reason you were trying to kill Takashiro-kun here.”
I instantly remembered the conversation Sanae had with me before she attacked him. She had indeed said something about having other reasons to want me dead. I glanced over at Sanae, who merely made an uncomfortable noise and tried to shrink down where she sat.
“Hit the nail on the head, it seems,” Oshino replied.
Sanae averted her gaze, looking behind her as if there was something over her shoulder. At first, I thought she had been looking at the invisible toad-like oddity on her shoulder, but then she turned to look over her other shoulder as well. It seemed more like she was worried someone else, someone dangerous to even her, was watching us.
“I was forced to, I didn’t have a choice,” Sanae replied, “It possessed my little sister, and threatened to kill her if I didn’t comply.”
Oshino tilted his head back in intrigue, while I found myself frowning.
“Who wants me dead badly enough that they’d hold your little sister hostage?”
Sanae turned away, fidgeting nervously under both mine and Oshino’s scrutinizing gazes.
Oshino stepped in, “I am a very good negotiator. My job as a specialist, as you know, is mediating peace between humans and oddities. I might be able to talk to this oddity and resolve this issue in a way that would allow Takashiro-kun to keep his life.”
Sanae turned to me, a hesitation in her eyes. It felt like my life was being weighed against the value of her sister’s. Then her eyes hardened and she frowned.
“I’m sorry, I can’t, my sister is-”
“That’s enough.”
A fourth voice came from out of nowhere, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that the voice had come from within my own mind, but I could tell from the other’s reactions that they had heard it too. Whatever was speaking to us was communicating telepathically, it seemed.
Oshino seemed to be the first to notice whoever it was who had spoken. His head turned upwards and he let out a noise halfway between a laugh and a scoff. Sanae and I both turned our gazes up to follow him, and Sanae let out a gasp.
There, standing vertically on one of the support pillars for the building in stark disregard for the law of gravity, was a black cat with red ears and two red tails. The tips of the cat’s ears and tails were burning with wispy red flames, and it’s eyes were a bright, piercing yellow.
As soon as we had all noticed it, the cat jumped down, landing elegantly on the ground before us and looking up.
“I was the one who asked Senryuu-san here to kill Takashiro-san.”
“You…” Sanae frowned, glaring at the black cat angrily, “This is all your fault!”
“Yes, it seems I’ve instigated quite a complicated situation here. For that. I apologize.”
“Ah, this has become a rather convoluted situation,” Oshino noted, “I’m sure there’s a specific story behind why a Kasha would be going after a human with vampire limbs.”
A Kasha. A mythological cat youkai that stole the corpses of the dead. Well, that was the myth, anyway. I had no way of knowing if actual Kasha stole corpses, of if the oddity had a different purpose altogether.
“Indeed,” the kasha spoke.
“A Kasha,” Oshino turned to me and Sanae, presumably to explain, “Is an oddity that concerns itself with ‘corpses’, as the legend goes. Or, in particular, it’s an oddity that goes after the spiritual energy left behind by inanimate objects that have been discarded.”
“Huh?” Sanae asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Well, how do I put it?” Oshino asked himself, “Ah, have you ever heard of tsukumogami? They’re the concept of inanimate objects that, for one reason or another, come to life. The concept extends beyond just special objects. Theoretically, any object could become an oddity, provided it accumulates enough spiritual energy. However, usually objects don’t accumulate spiritual energy naturally. It takes a special link between an object and a person to start gathering spiritual energy. Even gods are just normal things, either animals, people, or objects, that were worshipped by enough people for long enough that they became oddities. Of course, this also means that things that aren’t oddities can eventually become them. There are two things in the natural world that prevent this. One is an entity called ‘the Darkness’ that consumes oddities that pretend to be something they’re not. That way, simple oddities can’t arbitrarily become stronger oddities. The other are the Kasha, beings which gather spiritual energy from inanimate objects and prevent them from becoming tsukumogami.”
“Incidentally, corpses are also something that can become an oddity,” the Kasha explained, “that’s how we got our association as corpse-robbers. After all, bodies are more naturally inclined to accumulate spiritual energy, since they used to contain a soul. Moreover, humans typically mourn the passing of others, so corpses become the center of a lot of people’s prayers and attention.”
“Ah, I see,” I replied, “that does make sense.”
“But wait, I still don’t understand why you wanted me to kill Takashiro-san.”
“Hmm, yes, that is the core of the issue here,” Oshino pointed out, “Why would you, as a Kasha concerned with preventing the formation of tsukumogami, want to eliminate a human?”
“I thought it would be the simplest way to accomplish my own goals,” the Kasha replied, “Simply put, Takashiro is an obstacle, and I thought it best to get rid of him.”
“An obstacle?” I echoed, tilting my head to the side like a confused puppy.
I wouldn’t say that I was a normal high schooler, but however you looked at me, it would be hard to call me an obstacle for a Kasha. Even approaching it from the angle that I was training to be a specialist, I was being trained by a vampire hunter, and while I myself wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of being a vampire-exorcising specialist, it wasn’t like my role as a specialist-in-training had anything to do with encouraging the formation of a tsukumogami, or preventing a Kasha from destroying one.
“Simply put, I believed that your ties to Oikura Sodachi would put you in direct opposition with me.”
Sodachi.
I hadn’t expected her name to come up. Or rather, I hadn’t expected her to have any other connections to the supernatural world besides me. Perhaps that sounded conceited, but obviously there were more layers to this that I did not understand. Like a mathematical problem that required you to know multiple formulas to attain the correct answer.
“You see, us Kasha destroy Tsukumogami. But we don’t destroy all Tsukumogami. I could go into details of how we determine which Tsukumogami are the most in need of being destroyed, but in general our goal is to minimize the effects of a Tsukumogami on the outside world. It’s fine if a Tsukumogami butts in on matters of the supernatural, but the second one starts interfering with the natural order of the world outside the supernatural, it becomes a problem and must be eliminated.”
“I still don’t see what that has to do with Sodachi,” I replied, “Sodachi-san isn’t a tsukumogami, she’s my classmate.”
“Correct, but that’s the problem. In fact, a lot of things have been happening that shouldn’t be happening,” the Kasha noted, “In order to determine whether a tsukumogami poses a significant threat to the world outside the supernatural, we Kasha have a certain amount of clairvoyance, or perhaps I should say a certain understanding of fate of the world around us. Simply put, the life of Oikura Sodachi has been thrown off course by the actions of a very dangerous tsukumogami.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked, puzzled.
“Oikura Sodachi was supposed to move in with an elderly couple living in Osaka, the Hakobe family. She was supposed to start attending Shishikurosaki High School. Well, I can’t see much beyond that point, because obviously that didn’t happen, so now her fate is shifting.”
“Well, if that’s what was ‘supposed’ to happen or whatever, I am curious as to what made her move to this city,” I began, “But I still don’t see what that has to do with that.”
“You’re looking it at things the wrong way, Takashiro-kun,” Oshino chimed in, “You’re a specialist in training, so you have to be able to flip your thinking around a little. Rather than ‘I don’t see what Oikura Sodachi’s changed fate has to do with a tsukumogami’, think instead ‘because a Kasha has gotten involved, it’s likely that a tsukumogami was responsible for Oikura Sodachi’s changed fate’ and go from there.”
“In this case,” the Kasha continued, “Oikura Sodachi’s decision to start attending school here, and why she’s still living in an apartment, is because she recently encountered a tsukumogami that made her move here instead.”
“What kind of tsukumogami?”
“A corpse tsukumogami. A strong one, too,” the Kasha continued.
“Okay, but why do you want me to kill Takashiro-san over it?” Sanae asked irritably, “And why did you drag me and my sister into it?”
I looked over at Sanae. She was glaring at the Kasha angrily and shifting around uncomfortably. At first I had assumed she was grabbing at her skirt for the sake of preserving what was left of her dignity after I inadvertently cut her panties during our fight, but now she had both hands jammed between her legs and she was fidgeting around uncomfortably.
Actually, come to think of it, I had used a rather large dose of diuretics on her earlier today. It was possible she was still feeling the effects of those.
“Oikura Sodachi has been taking care of this particular tsukumogami. Moreover, I think she’s at least somewhat aware of its supernatural nature. On top of all that, she knows that Takashiro-san is a specialist with the limbs of a vampire. If I were to attack the tsukumogami indiscriminately, she would go to Takashiro-san for help, and I would wind up fighting 2-on-one with a human empowered with vampire body parts and a powerful tsukumogami. That is a fight I would not be able to win.”
“But why did you drag me into it?” Sanae asked angrily, still squirming around as she sat in place.
“Simple, as a vampire-exorcising specialist-in-training, I figured you would both be experienced enough to be able to combat a human with vampire powers, but inexperienced enough to not understand why a human like Takashiro-san would be off-limits from a specialist's standpoint. Plus, you were already harboring a grudge against Takashiro-san, so I figured you would be the easiest to convince to take him out. All I had to do was add the threat against your sister.”
“Oh? That’s quite manipulative of you, Kasha,” Oshino mused, “But I suppose you’re admitting all this because you intended to put an end to this farce in the first place.”
“Indeed. Once I saw that you would get involved, I realized I was making a mess of things.”
“I got involved because, coincidentally while meeting with an old friend, I realized the disciple of one powerful vampire-exorcising specialist was about to take out the disciple of another powerful specialist. Grimoire-chan and Hanatabe-kun are already bitter rivals. I’m pretty sure if Sanae-chan had succeeded in taking out Takashiro-kun, there would’ve been a rather disastrous battle on our hands. While trying to avoid fighting your own battles, you nearly caused an even bigger one.”
“Yes, I realize that now,” the Kasha bowed its head apologetically, “Please forgive me.”
“So you’ll stop manipulating me and let my sister go, right?” Sanae asked, however, without waiting for a response, she shot up, “Great! Alright, I’m going home!”
She immediately bolted for the door as soon as she had finished. I understood the source of her haste. She had looked uncomfortable from the start of our conversation and her need had only grown. The fact that the remnants of the diuretic I had given her were still working against her only made things worse.
“Wait just a minute, young lady,” Oshino replied firmly, stopping Sanae in her tracks and leaving her dancing in place desperately, “The fact that you were manipulated does not mean you’re absolved of all responsibility. Also, the Kasha mentioned you having a preexisting grudge against Takashiro-kun. Not like it’s my place to meddle, but if we could get to the bottom of that, I’ll rest easy knowing you won’t go after Takashiro-kun again.”
Sanae let out a grunt of frustration, though it seemed more at the fact that she was being held up and less at what Oshino had said. She turned around and gave me a look that was somewhere between upset and apologetic.
“I don’t have to explain anything to any of you about my grudges or my reasoning for disliking a person,” she replied, “But I am sorry I tried to kill you over it. You’re not a vampire and from a professional standpoint as a vampire-exorcising specialist-in-training, I don’t have the right to try to exterminate you. Even though this Kasha manipulated me and threatened my sister, it’s something I should’ve dealt with by asking Hanatabe-sensei, not by indiscriminately attacking you.”
Sanae’s tone shifted from aggravated to genuinely apologetic, almost soft, at that last part, and it did feel genuine. I genuinely felt like she wasn’t going to try to kill me anymore.
Suddenly, however, Sanae jammed her hands between her legs and straightened her body, pressing her thighs together as she danced in place. Her eyes shot open and she looked over at Oshino.
“If you’re satisfied, I’m seriously leaving now!”
“There is one more thing I wanted to address,” Oshino replied, glancing over to the Kasha.
Sanae grunted in equal parts frustration and desperation, but she made no moves towards the door.
“What do you intend to do now, if you’re not going to try to get Sanae-chan to eliminate Takashiro-kun?”
“I would like, if at all possible, to make a truce,” the Kasha replied, “I do not wish to trouble you any more than I already have, and I do not wish to make things difficult for Sodachi. However, I need to eliminate the tsukumogami she’s become quite friendly with lately. I do not know what the nature of the tsukumogami is, other than it is based off of a corpse and it is influencing her decisions dramatically. I fear simply trying to destroy the tsukumogami would cause a lot of distress for Sodachi, but I cannot abide it’s existence any longer. If possible, I would like you to try to convince Sodachi to abandon the tsukumogami, so I may destroy it properly before it causes any more problems.”
“That’s going to be a bit of a problem,” I admitted, “Since me and Sodachi aren’t exactly on good terms right now. At the very least, though, I’ll do my best, and if all else fails, I promise to stay out of your way, even if Sodachi herself asks me for help directly.”
“Very well,” the Kasha nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. He then turned to Oshino, “I assume that is a satisfactory result of these negotiations?”
“Yes, thank you for cooperating and coming to reasonable terms,” Oshino nodded, “You’re all dismissed.”
At that, the Kasha vanished in a flash of purple flame, and Sanae rushed outside, hand still jammed between her legs. I stood up myself and stretched. It had been a long night, but my wounds had finally healed and I was able to move around normally again. I turned to Oshino and bowed politely.
“Thanks again for helping me out!”
“Don’t mention it, as a negotiator, I was merely doing my job,” Oshino replied.
I nodded and turned around, heading out the same way Sanae had left. I was expecting to find myself alone, caught in the light drizzle that was still coming down, but instead, I saw Sanae there, doubled over with one hand against the wall.
At first I thought maybe she was wetting herself, but her skirt was dry aside from the few speckled droplets of rain that had hit her since she had left the building behind me. She was also crossing her legs desperately. I thought to leave her be, but she turned around and looked at me. Instead of anger or resentment, she looked at me with pleading eyes.
“I have… I have to pee…” she admitted.
Unnecessarily.
Of course I knew that. You could tell that just by looking at her.
“Just go, then. No one’s stopping you anymore,” I replied simply, turning around to head off in the opposite direction. I knew things likely weren’t that simple, but I was feigning ignorance on purpose.
“Takashiro-san,” she called out, “Please, I’m about to wet myself… I can barely walk.”
I looked at her with a blank expression.
“There are plenty of alleyways around. It’s raining and there aren’t many people out, so it should be fine to just go, right? Even if you’re not that shameless, you have that toad there. You can manipulate water, so it should be fine.”
“Oh right, you still don’t know about my Rainy Day Frog’s abilities,” Sanae replied. She looked like she was about to go into some kind of explanation, but before she could, she started dancing frantically and whimpered, “I’ll explain later, help me before I wet myself! There’s a convenience store two blocks down that way, but I… there’s no way I’ll make it in time!”
“What exactly do you want me to do about it?”
“Carry me,” she had requested shamelessly.
“Ah, my leg’s still sore from earlier. You madwoman, trying to attack me with holy water,” I replied, grabbing my leg in faux pain.
“You bastard, you’re healed already! I know enough about how vampires work to know that much,” Sanae accused, before letting out a moan of desperation and grabbing herself tighter, “I’m sorry, okay! Please! I’ve gotta go so bad! This is your fault too, anyway! You totally drugged me with some kind of diuretic, didn’t you?”
“I drugged you with diuretic, you attacked me with holy water,” I shrugged, “I mean, you tried to kill me which is a bit more extreme, but if you wet yourself in embarrassment I’ll be generous and call us even.”
Sanae glared at me and I motioned to turn around and walk away. It wasn’t like I wasn’t going to give in and help her, but she had been my enemy up until a certain point, and I still wasn’t sure if I could trust her. In fact, if she tried to kill me, there was also the possibility that, for some other reason, she had also tried to kill Yuuki.
In short, without feeling bad about it, I wanted to mess with her a little.
“Please, I’ll…” Sanae paused, though whether it was out of desperation or embarrassment I wasn’t sure, “I’ll… I’ll show you them. My panties. I mean.”
“I’ve already seen your panties,” I pointed out bluntly.
“I meant on me, you idiot!” she yelled, “I mean… I could show them to you if you help me… you seem like the kind of sick pervert who’d be fine with an exchange like that, and I’m running out of options here! Or maybe you like breasts better. I’ll let you grab them! They’re not as big as Yuuki-chan’s but I…”
Sanae paused to let out a gasp as she danced around, “Please, I’m about to wet myself here!”
“Fine, fine,” I acquiesced, not like I hadn’t been planning on it the whole time anyway, “If you’re that desperate, I’ll get you to the bathroom.”
I made my way over to her and picked her up. She was a bit heavier than Yuuki, but it wasn’t like it was a problem for me with my vampire limbs. I held her up and felt her squirm in my arms.
“P-pervert, sicko!” she spat, even as I began running to the convenience store and her relief.
“Hey, I never asked for you to show me your panties, or grab your breasts. Those were your ideas. I never said I wanted those things.”
“Good, I don’t want you seeing my panties or grabbing my boobs.”
“However, I never said I didn’t want them either.”
“Make up your mind, pervert.”
“I mean to say, if I wasn’t 100% positive you’d turn around and tell Yuuki-chan, I’d accept the opportunity given to me as an appreciative male adolescent,” I replied.
I expected some biting comment back at me, but instead I got silence. I didn’t think it was simply because Sanae was fighting to hold back her flood, either. I looked down and even through the desperate squirming I saw a strange, contemplative expression. However, before I could ask, the expression was replaced with one of desperation as she grabbed herself tighter and squirmed around in my arms. I could tell by her ragged breaths and her movements that she was reaching her limit.
Suddenly, she let out a sqeak, and yelled out, “Put me down!”
“Hold on, we’re almost-”
“Put me down right now! Hurry!”
I complied, letting her down. She rushed into an alley, looking around to make sure no one else was out, and squatted right there. Not a moment later, a loud hiss broke through the sound of the drizzled around us as she peed right there. I turned around to give her privacy, but I still listened as she emptied her full bladder right there in the alleyway. She let out a heavy sigh as she took in the relief of finally getting to let go. It took a while for her stream to taper off, but eventually the hissing quieted and I could no longer hear anything through the sound of the drizzle.
I heard Sanae stand up behind me, and I turned around.
SMACK!
Sanae had unceremoniously, out-of-the-blue, smacked me as hard as she could.
“This was all your fault in the first place,” she accused.
“Hey, I only drugged you with the diuretic because you openly used your abilities in front of me and made me think it was something more dangerous,” I pointed out, “Besides, if I had known from the start you were a vampire-exorcising specialist-in-training, I probably would’ve left you alone… well, at least until you attacked me.”
“Whatever,” Sanae frowned, “Anyway, I’m going home.”
“Hold on,” I stopped her, “You haven’t explained the Rainy Day Frog to me.”
“I’m not your teacher,” Sanae pointed out, “Figure it out on your own.”
“You did say you’d explain it to me, and I did go out of my way to help you. Or would you rather me claim the other reward instead?”
“You didn’t get me to the bathroom in time, so the offer’s null and void.”
“I got you halfway, so I should get half of the reward, right? Well, it’s not like I can see half of your panties, but I could grab just one-”
“Fine, I’ll explain the Rainy Day Frog to you. Pervert.”
008
For the sake of convenience, we had moved to a nearby park with a covered pavilion to get out of the rain.
Sanae reached up to her shoulder and grasped at something before placing it down on the picnic table in front of us. With a flicker, the green frog I had caught glimpses of had materialized fully.
“This is a Rainy Day Frog. Typically they use water vapor in the air to make themselves invisible, but when they’re controlling water they can’t maintain that kind of cloak, so they ‘flicker’ when controlling water. They’re a pretty powerful oddity. Not only can they manipulate water, they can also move it from one closed container to another, or from a closed container to out in the open. In other words, they can teleport water.”
“Okay, but you said earlier when you were desperate that you couldn’t just use the Rainy Day Frog to empty your bladder, even though that’s pretty much what you did in class.”
“The Rainy Day Frog is a powerful oddity, but frogs are not generally seen as powerful creatures,” Sanae explained, “The power between an oddity and the mundane base that forms the foundation of that oddity can’t be too great. So when an oddity falls into possession of a broad concept such as ‘water manipulation’, there have to be limitations to that to keep its power in check. In this case, rather than the ability itself being limited, it’s how often I can use it. Ordinarily after resorting to using the Rainy Day Frog to supernaturally transfer the contents of my bladder into the unsuspecting Sodachi-san, I wouldn’t have been able to attack you at all, but luckily for me, the Rainy Day Frog’s power is at its peak right before a rainstorm, as that’s traditionally when most people were grateful for the oddity’s appearance, assuming it had created the rain.”
“Ah, so in other words, due to the events earlier today, and during our battle, you exhausted all of the Rainy Day Frog’s power, and could no longer use it to do something like manipulate the contents of your bladder.”
“Pretty much. Are you satisfied with that explanation.”
“If I said no, would you still let me grab your breasts?”
“That was never something I was going to let you do in the first place, I only said it because I was desperate and not thinking straight,” Sanae admitted.
“Well, that’s fine anyway,” I replied, “Like I said, I know that the second I tried to grab your breasts, you’d go off telling Yuuki and she’d wind up hating me forever. That’s something I want to put off for as long as possible, if I can.”
Sanae frowned and looked away. There was that contemplative expression again. This time, perhaps because she wasn’t desperate, I noticed it was mixed in with a bit of bitterness. I would’ve asked about it, but there was essentially no way I was going to get a straight answer from her.
“Anyway, I’m going home,” Sanae replied, “It’s cold and thanks to you I’m going commando right now, so I’m extremely uncomfortable. Speak of any of this to anyone in class tomorrow, and I’ll spread rumors about you that’ll make the whole school despise you. Oh, and under no circumstances are you allowed to tell Yuuki-chan that I’m a vampire-hunting specialist that tried to kill you for selfish reasons. If you do tell her, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
With that, Sanae started heading home, and I did the same. There was a lot to take in, all things considered. Between the information I had received on Sanae, the Rainy Day Frog, and the Kasha, my head was practically spinning. Trying to get everything straight in my head, I unraveled each of the levels behind the events in my mind as I walked home.
First, there was Sanae’s attack on me. That had been prompted by the Kasha, who wanted me dead.
The Kasha wanted me dead because he needed to take care of a tsukumogami, but was afraid I’d stand in his way.
The reason why he thought I would stand in his way is because of that girl. My classmate who might despise me or might not despise me.
Oikura Sodachi.
Sanae Frog END
Edited April 24, 2020 by Railgun-sama
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Sodachi Corpse
001
It had been exactly a week since the incident where Senryuu Sanae had attacked me with the Rainy Day Frog, and I had learned of the Kasha’s mission to eliminate a tsukumogami in the care of Oikura Sodachi.
That had been the gist of it, but in reality the situation was a lot more complicated than it seemed. In the first place, if Sodachi was in possession of a tsukumogami, it was entirely possible she wasn’t even aware of it. Well, less so that she wouldn’t be aware of the tsukumogami itself, but moreso that she didn’t realize it was a tsukumogami.
Secondly, even if she was aware of it’s supernatural nature, she had grown attached to it. To the point where, in an alternate timeline where me and Sodachi were actually on good terms, she went to me for help when the Kasha attacked it, and I fought with the Kasha alongside the tsukumogami. At least that’s what the Kasha had told me. Not that I didn’t believe him, but it was hard for me to envision a world where Oikura Sodachi actively came to me for help on oddities.
But even beyond that, there was the simple fact that me and Sodachi were still not on good terms.
A week ago, Sodachi had expressed her feelings clearly by saying she didn’t want to deal with me anymore and cancelling our math lessons together forever. It wasn’t like I was particularly bothered by either of these things. Inevitably you are going to encounter a person that will despise you for what seems like no reason. Obviously there is a reason, but usually it’s a reason personal to them that you can’t understand and don’t really want to change.
If that was all this was, I could move on and be content with knowing that Sodachi merely despised me for some reason like that.
However, I had felt that me and Sodachi had been developing a strange friendship, right up until the time that I shared with her my story about Yuuki. Perhaps that I had said something or conveyed a part of myself that Sodachi inherently found distasteful, but part of me wondered if there wasn’t a deeper layer to it. If Sodachi was in contact with a dangerous supernatural creature knowingly, she might see my existence as a specialist a threat to her relationship with the tsukumogami.
Of course, if I was being personally honest with myself, all of this was a stretch and I just wanted there to be a reason she had been acting so weird that went beyond just her disliking me. If it had something to do with the tsukumogami, then at the very least once it was gone, our relationship could improve. It was that kind of line of thinking that got me hopeful that Sodachi did not despise me. If you asked me why I cared about Oikura Sodachi not despising me, I couldn’t exactly give you a direct answer.
I mean, it’s natural to not want to be hated, but as I said, being hated is inevitable, and on top of that it wasn’t like we were particularly close to begin with before she began despising me. It was like I was pursuing a goal that made no sense, especially when there was someone right in front of me who I was already close to.
“Hey, Takashiro-san! Are you listening?”
“Huh?” I looked up at Yuuki. She was sitting at her desk normally, and I was turned around in the seat in front of her to speak with her face-to-face. School was over, and normally Yuuki was tired enough by the end of the day to head straight home, but today she had a bit more energy than normal, and it had also been a while since we’d talked in person.
“Sorry, I got distracted.”
“You’re always like that, lately,” Yuuki replied with a concerned look, “Is it an oddity? Is everything going alright with your training?”
“Well, it’s not like it’s related to my training, but there’s been a lot of supernatural stuff going on lately.”
Sanae’s Rainy Day Frog, the Kasha, Sodachi’s mystery tsukumogami, and of course, there was still my underlying desire to find out who had cursed Yuuki. It was still my intention to rebound the curse and free Yuuki from a life of being a sickly, weak individual.
Of course, it wasn’t like I could tell Yuuki about Sanae, and I wasn’t about to admit to going behind her back to try to rebound the curse for her. So naturally I told her about the only thing I could. Socachi’s tsukumogami and the Kasha.
“I see,” Yuuki replied after listening to my story intently, “So this tsukumogami is dangerous, and for some reason Sodachi is particularly attached to it.”
“That’s about as much information as I have,” I replied, “My problem is this. I have no idea how to approach her at all. She despises me.”
“Despises you? Is that the impression you have of her?”
“Well, ever since the day I explained everything about oddities to her, she’s been avoiding me lately.”
“Hmm,” Yuuki frowned, placing an inquisitive finger on her lip in thought, “Is it not possible that Sodachi just happens to embody the characteristics one would attribute to a tsundere?”
“Typically a tsundere would still try to find excuses to spend time with a person, not completely avoid them,” I pointed out.
“I mean, more to the point, is it possible that you spoke of me in a way that would make Sodachi feel like you were romantically attracted to me?”
“Huh?”
Yuuki blushed, “I-I mean, if Sodachi likes you, then perhaps when you were telling her about how we met, she got the mistaken impression that you like me.”
“Hmm… well, when I was telling the story, I did mention various features, such as your large breasts, so at the very least she might’ve gotten the impression I was sexually attracted to you,” I pointed out.
Yuuki blushed harder and looked away, “H-hey! But I mean, if she was curious enough about our relationship in the first place, maybe she doesn’t despise you, but instead feels like you and her shouldn’t get closer for the sake of our relationship.”
“Well, that would be one thing,” I began, looking out the window and focusing on people running on the track field just below our classroom, “but in the end, that would imply she wants a more intimate relationship between her and myself than just being friends. In the first place, I don’t see that as likely.”
“Why is that?” Yuuki asked.
“Huh? Well, because I’m not exactly the kind of person you’d want to date.”
“Is that really your perception of yourself?” Yuuki asked.
I paused. The question hung in the air as the room grew silent, and I pondered exactly what Yuuki meant.
“W-well,” I began, suddenly unsure of myself, “I’m a Frankenstein’s monster stitched together with vampire parts. In fact, now with these eyes, you could even say I’m more vampire than human already. Even if I was just a normal human, I’m not exactly what you’d call an admirable person. I’m openly perverted and often do selfish things. Even the parts of me that you could call admirable, like the fact that I’m the class rep, or the fact that I’m studying hard to be a specialist, are things I’m doing out of obligations to other people.”
“What about how you swooped in and saved me when I was cursed? Or how you’ve decided to take on that Kasha’s problems because it concerns Sodachi’s well-being?” Yuuki pointed out, “Wouldn’t a selfish person just come up with some automatic answer like, ‘It’s not my problem, that’s your job to deal with?’”
“Is meddling in people’s business really that admirable? I mean, in the first place, I’m sure some people would find it annoying if they knew I couldn’t keep my nose out of things. I’m sure Sodachi would be angry with me if I barged in telling her I was going to deal with that tsukumogami of hers.”
Yuuki leaned forwards and flicked me on the forehead. She was glaring at me, face incredibly close to mine. Because she was leaning forwards, I could see a clear view down her uniform’s blouse and her cleavage. The bra that was holding back her large breasts was frilly and pink. If Yuuki noticed that I could see down her shirt, she definitely didn’t seem to care.
“Do you really think I see you saving me as just meddling? Do you really think I would say something like ‘you should have kept your nose out of it!’ after you saved my life?”
I gulped audibly and Yuuki leaned in even closer, her hot breath tickling my ear.
“I will always be grateful to you, Haru.”
“...............”
I looked over and Yuuki was blushing furiously, but at the same time she was smiling warmly. I stared at her, wide-eyed, and she gazed back at me. She was breathing heavily, and she looked like she wanted to do more. Due to her shy nature, I never expected this kind of thing from her, but a natural expert pervert like me could tell she was definitely on the verge of making some kind of move. She reached out like she was going to touch my face, and then she recoiled and pulled back all at once.
“S-sorry, I just… I want you to know that you’re a better person than you give yourself credit for, Haru-san.”
“Y-yeah.”
“W-well, I better get going!” Yuuki replied hurriedly, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow!”
Yuuki quickly grabbed her things and hurried off as fast as she could, and I let out a sigh. I don’t know what I expected, or if I expected anything. Or even if I secretly wanted anything to happen. I had outright refused to consider a romantic relationship with Yuuki because I fully intended to go behind her back and properly rebound the curse. But I hadn’t even properly thought about my actual feelings. Did I like Yuuki? And if Sodachi really did like me, what would happen between me and her?
“Well, thinking about all this now isn’t going to help. I need to focus on my role as a Specialist and find out about Sodachi. She might wind up hating me for it, but I might have to stop by her apartment… Since she didn’t show up to school today, I can always use the excuse that I’m doing my proper job as class rep and delivering her homework…”
I stepped out of the classroom and made my way for the stairwell, idly counting the doors out of boredom as I walked by. Then, suddenly, I stopped.
“Five…”
There were only supposed to be four classrooms between our homeroom class and the stairwell. I had attended this school for nearly three years now, and I had passed by this hallway countless times. I was sure I wasn’t mistaken. In fact, I remember counting the doors many times on my way home, and the number of doors was always four.
And yet, before me, was a fifth door.
Naturally, I entered.
Or, more specifically, it felt like some unknown force drove my body to enter whether I wanted to or not.
“Ah, Takashiro-kun. How kind of you to join us.”
The soft, androgynous voice came from a rather unusual girl sitting on the teacher’s desk, swinging her legs back and forth childishly. She had short black hair cut into a bob and was wearing a uniform completely unfamiliar to me, with a pink blouse, black tie, and dark grey skirt. The sleeves of her uniform were long and hung past the ends of her arms, and she was waving one enthusiastically at me.
“Who are you? How did you know my name?”
“That’s a mystery, isn’t it? But perhaps one easily solved if I tell you my name. I’m Oshino Ougi.”
Oshino.
The same surname as the blonde-haired Specialist who came to my aid after Sanae attacked me. If she was related to him, then that likely meant he had told her about me. At least, that’s what I figured she meant by “easily-solved”.
“Please, have a seat. But do be quiet. My other guest is sleeping quite soundly right now.”
Come to think of it, when I first walked in, Ougi did say “us”. I looked over at where she was motioning with her sleeve-covered hand, and nearly cried out in shock.
It was Oikura Sodachi. Clad in nothing but her pajamas that I got more than a good look at when she had invited me over for tutoring, sleeping soundly across a number of desks that had been pushed together.
“W-w-w-what? What’s she doing here? Wait, she’s still wearing her pajamas. Did you kidnap her?”
“Hmm, it’s possible I did, or it’s possible I didn’t. But if I did, it would only be to help her. As well as you. In fact, I can say that I showed up here for the sole purpose of helping you solve the mystery that’s already on your mind, and that concerns Oikura Sodachi.”
“Huh?” I asked, “You already know about the Tsukumogami?”
“No. That is to say, I have a hunch. Or rather, I had been involved in helping other people solve a mystery involving Sodachi a while back, and at that point I had thought that all of the pieces fell into place. But then I realized that there was something wrong with the conclusion we came to.”
Ougi jumped up on the desk and pulled a magnifying glass out of her pocket, pointing it at Sodachi.
“I don’t like getting things wrong. Though, I guess, rather than getting things wrong, it was a case of not having all the information. There were missing pieces that I couldn’t have known at the time. Ah, but I suppose you don’t have any idea what I’m talking about.”
That was for sure. It wasn’t like I had any way of knowing that Ougi and Sodachi had interacted in the past, so naturally I had no idea what she meant. Before I could even make sense of where to start asking questions, however, a groan sounded behind me, and I turned around in time to see Sodachi wake up.
She seemed to instantly notice that she wasn’t sleeping in her bed, and furthermore she quickly noticed she wasn’t alone in the room. One would expect a girl in her position to react defensively and cover herself, especially since she was really only wearing a nightgown and it was slipping in places and riding up in others. I remembered her also having a pair of matching pajama shorts, but apparently she didn’t wear those in her sleep, as they were missing and I got a clear shot of her white panties.
“W-what’s going on here? Where are we? Wait, Oshino-san, you’re here?”
“Ah, Oikura-senpai. I’m surprised you remember me,” Ouji replied, “But anyway, we’re at your new school. Though I guess technically we’re also not at your new school. This room here shouldn’t exist, and now that all of the participants are here, it cannot be opened or closed until our mystery is solved.”
“Mystery? What mystery?” Sodachi asked, “And why are you here, Takashiro-san?”
The way she spoke my name with something like venom made me shrink where I stood, but before I could reply, Ougi stepped in.
“The mystery of your tsukumogami. The one you should already know about.”
“Tsukumogami?” Sodachi asked.
“I’ll let Takashiro explain this one, since he’s the one training to be a Specialist here,” Ouji motioned to me, handing me the reins.
“A-ah,” I began, scratching the back of my head and trying not to stare too hard at Sodachi, who’s top was dangerously close to slipping and making her immodest, “W-well, a Tsukumogami is any kind of object that gathers enough spiritual energy to become an oddity. Anything that has a special bond and is cared for by humans has the potential to become a Tsukumogami, and apparently a really strong one has been hanging around you lately.”
“There isn’t anything like that around me,” Sodachi replied, almost a little too quickly. She glared at me and back at Ougi, clenching the desk she was sitting on irritably, “Sorry, but your mystery doesn’t exist. Now, I’m going to try to get home without causing a scene and spreading rumors that I’m an exhibitionist.”
She stood up quickly and moved over to the door, reaching for the handle and tugging on it to slide it open. However, it didn’t budge, and Sodachi whirled around and glared at Ougi.
“Let me out of here right now!”
“Sorry, not even I can open the door. The windows won’t budge either,” Ougi replied, “I told you, we won’t be getting out of here until the mystery of your tsukumogami is solved.”
“There’s no need for either of you to pry into anything! Everything’s going fine, so stay out of it and let me out!” Sodachi demanded, tapping her foot impatiently. She was glaring at us with her arms crossed, and her face was flushed from embarrassment at her current attire, or more specifically lack thereof.
Ougi moved swiftly and gracefully over to Sodachi and grabbed the hem of her nightgown. In one fell swoop, she lifted it up, exposing her panties and nearly exposing her breasts. I was about to turn around out of respect for Sodachi, but it was clear something was very wrong. There were nasty black bruises all over her stomach and upper thighs.
I also couldn’t help but notice a significant bulge in Sodachi’s usually slender abdomen. Perhaps her haste to leave the room was not entirely due to wanting to hide her situation.
Ougi lowered Sodachi’s nightgown and she grabbed at the hem angrily. Her face was even more red, and but she was no longer able to meet either of our eyes.
“S-Sodachi-”
“Not a goddamn word!” Sodachi yelled, “Don’t you dare take pity on me!”
“And there it is. Clearly something is wrong, so this room won’t open until this issue is resolved,” Ougi spoke affirmatively, “Perhaps it’s best to start where we left off. Ah, by me, I mean me, Araragi-senpai, and Hanekawa-senpai. Ah, but naturally Takashiro-san, you won’t have any idea who those people are. Have a seat, Oikura-senpai. I imagine standing there in front of a door that won’t open won’t be comfortable if we wind up having a long conversation.”
Sodachi glared at Ougi, but didn’t protest. She returned to the platform of desks and sat on them, drawing one leg up and fidgeting uncomfortably. Her movements confirmed my suspicion about that bulge earlier.
In an odd twist of fate, I had wound up in the same situation I had first met Sodachi. Locked together with her in a classroom, while she had to pee.
“Back then, I had worked together with a couple of people to figure out a particular mystery about Oikura-senpai’s past. Particularly, she had tasked us with finding the whereabouts of her mother. Ah, Oikura-senpai, I’m about to say a bunch of really personal stuff to Takashiro-san, do you mind?”
“You’re going to whether I want you to or not, aren’t you?” Sodachi asked.
“Oh? Are you perhaps implying I wouldn’t respect your privacy and personal wishes? No, if you tell me not to, I won’t go any further. Of course, this classroom won’t open either, because this information is necessary to solve the mystery of your Tsukumogami. I wonder how long we’ll all survive here without food or water?”
Sodachi shifted uncomfortably on the desk and bit her lip like she was biting back an insult. She tried to move subtly, but I caught her slip a hand between her legs and squeeze her crotch briefly.
“Anyway, if I have Oikura-senpai’s permission, I will share a brief overview of the situation. From what I’ve been told, when she was in 7th grade, her parents divorced because of her abusive father. Her mother fell into a depression and locked herself in her room, forcing Oikura-senpai to take care of her. Two years later, Oikura-senpai checked the room, only to find her mother gone, yet the door to the room was still locked. This was the fundamental of the mystery we had to solve. How did her mother get out of a locked room, and where did she go? Takashiro, do you have any clue?”
I looked over at Sodachi, who’s personal life had just been laid bare, at least in part, to me. She glared at me when our eyes met, like she was silently telling me not to pity her. However, she then lowered her leg and crossed it over her other leg, squirming around on the desk. As long as the classroom was locked, she’d be forced to hold it, so whether she wanted me to answer or not, it was clear that answering was the only way forward.
“A-ah, well, I don’t really know Sodachi-san’s mother, but if I were to guess, she probably just ran away from home. Or maybe she went to commit-”
I glanced back over at Sodachi and felt extremely uncomfortable finishing a sentence that would imply Sodachi’s mother had killed herself.
“Suicide,” Sodachi finished for me, turning to glare at me defiantly, even as she shuffled in desperation on the desk.
“Well, that definitely seems like a possibility,” Ougi replied, “But that leaves the mystery of the locked door. If the door was locked, how did Oikura-senpai’s mother leave the room? That was the question Araragi-senpai, who was a fool, and Hanekawa-senpai, who also turned out to be a fool, struggled with. Well, I suppose in the end, I also got it wrong, so I was also a fool. Ahaha.”
That laugh sent chills down my spine. It was less a laugh, and more like someone reading a laugh aloud without having ever heard what laughter sounded like. It was deeply unsettling, but in a weird way it was also calming.
“The conclusion we came to was this. In her grief, Oikura-senpai’s mother refused to eat, and died. Oikura-senpai, who was, or I suppose is, a deeply troubled individual due to her trauma, failed to notice this, and over time Oikura-senpai’s mother’s corpse decayed into bones and was mixed in with the trash that was piling up. The trash that Oikura-senpai was not properly able to deal with also masked the stench of the corpse. This was our conclusion, and Oikura-senpai, as well, ultimately agreed with this conclusion, like she had always known this is what had happened.”
“That’s…”
I refrained from voicing my sympathies in front of my desperate classmate, who had on multiple occasions made it clear that she didn’t want to be pitied.
Sodachi uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way, openly jamming a hand between her legs this time. She seemed quite a bit more restless than before, and it was clear she had to pee pretty bad. It was like she gave up trying to hide that she had to pee and decided that openly holding it was the only way she was going to make it through this.
“That was what Araragi told me back then,” Sodachi admitted, “I thought I remembered it. After all, the locked door meant that my mother truly couldn’t have left that room, and I do vaguely remember my mother refusing to eat for a time that would be impossible to survive if you thought about it rationally, or so I thought.”
“Or so you thought?” I asked.
“I was almost ready to accept that. But then my mother returned suddenly. She gave a heartfelt apology for abandoning me, and for making me take care of her. She then asked me to move in with her. I was able to stay in the city, rather than moving out with an old couple who didn’t know a damn thing about me. That bastard, that meddling bastard Araragi, when I asked him to find my mother earnestly, came back with some half-assed answer he came up with digging through memories that weren’t his! He convinced me that I had simply not noticed my own mother’s corpse! You got it wrong!”
Sodachi turned to glare at Ouji, “You all got it wrong and tried to implant false memories into me! There’s no more mystery!”
“But what about those bruises?” Ougi asked, “And what about that period of time when your mother didn’t eat even though it would’ve been impossible to survive that even you remember? There’s more to this mystery. Let’s get one fact out of the way. Oikura-senpai’s mother definitely died. She was locked in a room piled up with her own trash and waste, and refused to eat anything for a period of time that no one could survive. Takashiro-san, have you figured it out yet?”
“Hmm, well, I can’t really think of how that’s possible. I mean, even if you insist that she died, Sodachi-san just said that her mother’s alive, right? I mean, the bruises are concerning, but as much as I hate to say it, humans are capable of causing those bruises.”
“Have you forgotten already, Takashiro-san? Sodachi has a particularly powerful tsukumogami around her. That was the premise of why that Kasha asked you for help, correct?”
“I know, but I still don’t see-”
Realization struck me like a brick.
Kasha were known as corpse-gathering oddities because they would often gather around corpses, but ultimately that was just part of them fulfilling their duties of preventing the formation of tsukumogami. Corpses, due to them normally having a soul, and due to people’s connection and care of them even after death, were prone to becoming tsukumogami.
If Oikura Sodachi’s mother truly died, and she continued to take care of it like it was alive, that would mean the corpse was being cared for far more than a normal corpse, which was already prone to becoming a tsukumogami. Given that Sodachi’s mother recently reentered her life, plus the fact that the Kasha had mentioned Sodachi’s tsukumogami was a corpse, that probably meant her mother currently was a tsukumogami. That seemed to be the logical conclusion being drawn here.
“I see you’ve figured it out, Takashiro-san,” Ougi nodded, “Sodachi-san’s mother… because Sodachi-san cared for her corpse for two years after she died, became a tsukumogami. The very tsukumogami you’re hunting after.”
“Tha-that’s not possible!” Sodachi replied, though she didn’t seem all that convinced herself, “You’re lying!”
“Ah, Oikura-senpai, you’re looking a little restless there, is everything alright?” Ougi asked.
“I-I’m fine, can we hurry this up so you can let us out of here already?”
“Coincidentally, when I went to fetch Oikura-senpai, the door to her bedroom was locked from the outside. And her mother was nowhere to be seen. Oikura-senpai also seemed like she had been in her room for some time.”
“Wait, Sodachi-san, were you locked in your room?” I asked.
“T-that’s none of your…” Sodachi stopped and squeezed her thighs together, letting out a soft moan as she fought against her full bladder, “F-fine, yes, I was. All night.”
“And those bruises, don’t tell me…”
“Don’t you dare pity me, I told you! Ah!” Sodachi let out a cry and jumped off the desk. She rushed for the door, “Oshino-san, let me out right now! I… I’ve been locked in my room since last night, I haven’t gone to the bathroom! I can’t hold it!”
I looked down at the desk, and there was a small wet spot where Sodachi had leaked. If Sodachi had been holding it since last night, I don’t blame her for being so desperate. In fact, in this situation, it felt like keeping her in a locked room was wrong.
“Oshino-san, we should let her go, at least.”
“I told you, I can’t. This room wasn’t my doing. It’s a manifestation of the psychological and physical problems Oikura-senpai has been bottling up until now. It appeared because the situation has become dire, and multiple people and oddities are now involved,” Ougi explained, “Until Sodachi herself finally realizes the truth for herself and comes to terms with the truth, this room won’t open.”
“Okay, okay, fine!” Sodachi yelled, glaring at Ougi as she danced around desperately, “You’re right! I’ve noticed something… off about my mother, but I was just… I wanted her to be alive! I didn’t want to accept that she had died because I couldn’t take care of her properly! I beat myself up for not forcing her to eat. I could’ve saved her. That was why I ignored her death for so long. Then Araragi goes and drags it back up. Well, that was because I asked him…”
Sodachi paused, letting out another shocked gasp as she clamped down between her legs. A small spurt trickled down one of her legs, and she quickly rubbed it off with the other one, dancing around madly to hold it all in.
“S-so, when she reappeared, of course I thought something was wrong… but… but I convinced myself she was really still alive… I wanted that to be the case. But if that’s what you wanted me to say so bad, then… I’ve said it!”
Sodachi turned around and tried to tug the door open, but no matter how frantically she pulled, the door remained closed.
“Ah, it looks like Oikura-senpai is still bottling up her woes.”
“I can’t… there’s nothing else… I can’t…!”
Sodachi leaked again, and she collapsed into a kneeling position. She dug her heel into her crotch and squirmed around desperately, breaths ragged as she tried to hold on. I could see her panties clearly, a prominent wet spot soaking her crotch, growing larger as she lost another spurt into them.
“I can’t hold it… please… please open!”
Sodachi banged against the door uselessly with one hand as the other rubbed her swollen bladder. She then let out a surprised yelp and looked down in shock and horror as the dam burst. With her crotch still jammed against the heel of her foot, pee burst out of her, spraying out and stopping for the briefest of moments as she tried to stop the flow.
It quickly started again and rivulettes flowed around her heel and onto the floor below, pooling into a puddle that practically steamed against the cold tile floor below. The puddle spread out quickly and unevenly as she continued to wet herself, Making it all the way to the corner desk closest to the door. Even as the puddle grew to such an impressive size, she continued peeing, her ragged breaths shifting from strained to relieved as her bladder emptied itself.
Ougi had a sleeve-covered hand pressed up against her mouth like she was stifling a laugh, and I felt the need to yell at her. However, another part of me felt incredibly uncomfortable with even drawing attention to Sodachi’s situation as she was still wetting herself. I probably also should’ve felt bad for watching, but there were certain things a man had to see through to the end, even if it would get him in trouble afterwards.
After what seemed like ages, Sodachi’s flow finally staved off into a trickle, and then stopped, and she let out a long sigh of relief. She then nearly jumped in her own puddle as she realized what was going on. She shot up, covered her soaked-through panties with her nightgown as best as she could, and whirled around.
It was expecting a glare. Angry eyes and pouty cheeks as she prepared to threaten us to never speak of her accident again. After all, this was essentially the second time I had watched her wet herself in this kind of situation.
What I wasn’t suspecting was the utterly soft, abashed, vulnerable expression she was wearing on her face. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes, her fists were balled nervously at her sides, and her lip quivered like she was on the verge of bursting into tears.
Unexpectedly, she raised her nightgown again. Not to show off her soaked panties, but to once again show off the bruises on her thighs and stomach.
“My mother… no… the tsukumogami of my mother’s corpse… she does these things to me. She locks me in my room all night. Sometimes she’s kind and gentle, but sometimes…”
Sodachi trailed off, and suddenly fury boiled up inside my chest. That thing that was pretending to be Sodachi’s mother was treating her like this.
“I was in denial because I wanted her to be okay, but her strength was inhuman. So when you told me about the supernatural world, I instantly knew she was something from that world you live in,” Sodachi admitted, “So, to keep myself in my delusion, I pushed you away and convinced myself everything was normal. No, even before that, I remained cold towards you because I put myself in a position where I didn’t have an outlet to vent all the frustrations of the situation I had found myself in. I searched for reasons to hate you, and I internalized that hate without realizing it.”
Sodachi stepped out of her puddle and stepped towards us.
“I thought you were despicable after you told me Yuuki’s story. I thought you were the awful kind of person who’d meddle in everyone else’s business and try to save everyone no matter what. I thought you were the kind of naive person who thought that all it would take is someone reaching out their hand and they could save anyone just like that. I was bitter because I was suffering and you were talking about how you didn’t want anyone to suffer. You said that to my face and it made my blood boil, so I pushed you away and hated you. But deep down, the truth is, I’m jealous. I’m jealous that you want to fight so hard for someone else’s sake. I was envious that you were able to naively act like anyone could be saved when I thought it was impossible for that to happen to me. I was so focused on that jealousy and hate that I didn’t ever consider asking you for help.”
Sodachi reached me before collapsing onto the ground. She reached up weakly and tugged at my pantleg, looking up at me as she started sobbing.
“H-help me. Help me. Takashiro, I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to suffer anymore.”
Ougi looked over at the windows of the classroom. Although nothing had changed, it definitely seemed like the atmosphere outside had become lighter somehow.
“Ah, it looks like the room has unlocked itself. Once we all leave, it should cease to exist, so we shouldn’t have to worry about that puddle. Ah, but I still don’t want to get anything on my shoes,” Ougi headed over to one of the windows and opened it, letting in a gust of wind. She then jumped up onto the window sill and looked back at us with a wry smile, “I only came to follow up on a mystery that I failed to solve correctly, so I doubt we’ll see each other again. Farewell, Oikura-senpai, Takashiro-san!”
She then leapt out the window and vanished, leaving me and Sodachi alone in the room together. Sodachi was still bawling her eyes out. This was so far removed from the Oikura Sodachi I had grown to know, but somehow this one felt genuine. Like this was the real Oikura Sodachi, and the one I had known was made up of the walls she had built up for herself after years of suffering.
I patted her on the head, ruffling her hair gently. Her crying lessened and she looked up at me through puffy eyes.
“Of course I’ll help you,” I replied, “I’ll go eliminate that tsukumogami that’s been causing you a lot of grief. We can figure things out after that.”
I spoke gently, but my blood was boiling recalling the tsukumogami who had bruised Sodachi up like this and caused her so much suffering. Worse still, it was the corpse of her mother, who had used Sodachi’s psychological vulnerabilities to take advantage of her. Clenching my teeth, I hoisted her up into my arms, and she let out a surprised squeak.
First was getting her somewhere safe. Naturally the first place I thought of was the parking-garage where my mentor, Grimoire, was living. Then, after she was safe, I would go to Sodachi’s apartment and confront the cause of all this, the tsukumogami of Sodachi’s mother’s corpse.
To Be Continued... |
A/N: Another commisson
Sabrina isn’t sure what possesses her to do it, but her curiosity about something involving her magic typewriter continues to plague her. She’s certain that she shouldn’t do this, but it’s so hard for her to get the idea out of her head, and she wonders what would happen if she wrote out a story like this, involving a character based off one of her old friends.
It’s been so long since she’s seen Jenny that she wouldn’t even bother coming up with a false name for her character. Since they’ve been apart for so long it almost won’t even feel weird to write about her just as herself. The idea hasn’t been able to leave her mind, and she really wants to be able to see an idea like this come to mind. Why she’s fixated on Jenny so much for it, she isn’t sure, but she knows that it absolutely has to be her.
As for the scene, she decides to set it in another a story much like the soap opera of her life she once experienced, though she puts a lot less thought into the set up than she did with her secret agent story.. It doesn’t need to be super detailed, she knows; it just has to be good enough to get her to the point of the story that she’s most interested in seeing.
Jenny is innocently enjoying her day, not knowing that things are soon going to take a turn for the worse. She isn’t aware of the fact that someone has it out for her…
Sabrina pauses, wondering who would actually have it out for her friend. Perhaps she could just write in something ridiculous, like she would see in any soap opera. Nodding,s he gets back to it.
She doesn’t know anything about her mother’s evil twin, intent on stealing their happy family life for herself. Part of that process is going to involve taking Jenny captive, which is unfortunate for the poor girl!
~X~
Jenny has had a long day at school, and all she wants is to get home as quickly as possible. She’s been so busy between classes that she hasn’t had the chance to visit the bathroom since before lunch, and her bladder is pretty full now. It’s nothing she can’t handle, but she’d still rather be rid of the discomfort, as soon as possible. The quicker she gets home, the better for her, she knows.
As she gets her stuff ready to go home, she can feel her bladder throbbing. She would go to the bathroom at school, but it’s always so crowded directly after school, and she thinks that it would be less of a wait to just go home instead. Better to do that than to stand around, growing visibly more desperate as she waits for her turn in the bathroom, letting everyone see just how bad it is for her. She decides that she’s got to get home quickly, to avoid any unnecessary discomfort.
However, her walk home is filled with plenty of discomfort, as her bladder aches a bit more with each step. She supposes that, if she needed to, she could hold it for longer, but she doesn’t want to, and the idea of forcing herself to do something like that seems akin to torture. How she’s even ended up in a situation that’s gone this far is unknown to her, and she knows that she has to get home as quickly as she can. But her bladder protests if she walks too fast, so she knows that she has to take things a little bit slower. That is how she ends up taking her sweet time to get home, even though every minute wasted is another minute closer to her being forced to wet herself.
She isn’t going to do that, though; that’s not something that she’s going to even allow herself to think about. It’s not like she’s forcing herself to hold it for too long, this isn’t more than she can handle at all. She isn’t anywhere near actually wetting herself, no matter how nervous she might be now, as her bladder continues to throb and protest each step. She’s almost home now, and she definitely hasn’t pushed herself too far, and everything is going to be just fine.
Except when she opens the door, her mom is staring at her with a very strange expression. As far as Jenny knows, her mom shouldn’t even be home right now, but there she is, with a weird, almost menacing smile on her face. Jenny is suddenly very, very afraid, and her bladder feels weaker as a result, though that is far from her mind as she wonders what on earth is going on her.
“Mom?” she asks tentatively.
“Not yet,” the woman replies vaguely.
“Huh? What do you mean, mom?”
Suddenly, the woman pulls out a bunch of rope from behind her back, and her menacing smile grows. “I’m not your mother, but I will be soon,” she says. “This whole family is going to be mine, but I can’t have you getting in the way of my plan.” She begins to close on Jenny, who still doesn’t understand what on earth is going on here. Who is this, if it isn’t her mother? And what is she talking about with this plan? What is going on? All she knows is that she has to be in serious danger.
“Get away from me!” she cries, but the woman rounds on her, and though she tries to fight back, she isn’t able to. The woman overpowers her quickly, and even though she kicks and screams, the strange woman who looks like her mother is able to tie her up and drag her to a closet, locking her in.
“Let me go!”
“I’m sorry,” the voice on the other side of the door says, “but I just can’t afford you intervening until I’ve done everything I’m supposed to do. You’ll just have to wait until I come back for you.”
“But...but...please!” she cries in distress. “You don’t understand!”
“And just what don’t I understand?” she asks coldly. “Why should I let you out of there?”
“I really…” It’s embarrassing for Jenny to admit, but she knows that she can’t afford any shame right now. “I really need to go to the bathroom! Please, you can tie me right up again!”
“And risk having you try to escape? Just how stupid do you think I am? If you really have to go, you can just hold it,” she snaps. “Or you can have a little accident, I really don’t care either way. Mommy’s busy right now.”
And with that, Jenny hears her footsteps getting further and further away, leaving her trapped here for who knows how long! If only she had gone at school, she thinks; even though needing to pee is the least of her problems right now, it’s still a pretty big problem, and if she could have even one less, that would make this slightly more bearable. At least then she could wait for rescue with a bit less discomfort. Now, she doesn’t know what she’s going to do.
As long as she’s trapped in the closet, she’s completely out of luck, and that’s all she does know. Her only option is to try to hold it, but she isn’t sure how long she’s actually going to be able to hold it for, nor does she know how long she’s going to need to hold it for. Does anyone know what’s going on? Will there ever be any rescue for her? What on earth is the woman who looks like her mother trying to plan? How is she going to end up getting out of this?
~X~
Will she even be able to escape with her life? As Sabrina types, the story unfolds itself before her, and the more she watches her friend squirm and fidget in her bindings, the more excited she finds herself becoming, even though she still can’t quite put a name to that excitement, nor can she understand why this is what excites her in the first place.
The story is turning out pretty well, she thinks, but now comes the more difficult part. She has to make the buildup feel realistic and not rushed, without making it too tedious. It’s her first time writing anything like this, so she hopes that she doesn’t mess it up.
Now, where was she? She can imagine where this is going from here, but she has to make sure that she times everything just right to make it the best story possible. After all, if she doesn’t do her best at it, the story will unfold on its own, regardless of her wishes. Her story has to be absolutely perfect, so that it can go the way she wants it to, and so that she can enjoy it to the best of her ability.
She resumes typing with determination.
~X~
For now, there is nothing Jenny can do but try to keep herself calm. As long as she is tied up, she is trapped here, which means that there’s no use getting herself worked up over anything. The more nervous she becomes, the harder it is to hold it, because getting afraid nearly causes her to lose control. If she’s going to make it a bit longer, she has to keep herself calm.
In the back of her mind, she doesn’t know why she’s bothering in the first place, since she has no idea when she’s even going to be out of here, but it helps to focus on anything other than the fact that she’s been trapped by a terrifying stranger with her mother’s face.
Rather than thinking about that any further, or how scared she is of her, or how scared she is for the fate of her family, she only thinks about the fact that she has to keep a level head in order to keep her bladder in check. She’s had to go for so long now, and she can’t imagine being able to hold it for too much longer, but she does what she can to persevere.
Squirming where she’s bound, she does what she can to rub her thighs together as best as she can the way she is. There’s not much she can do with the way she’s tied up, which makes holding it all the more difficult for her right now. She bites down hard on her lip, and tries to think about something else, something unrelated, but it’s hard to distract herself in this state.
I’m not going to get out of this, am I? she asks herself. She knows that she shouldn’t lose heart, but what choice does she have? There’s nothing left for her to hope for anymore. She takes a deep breath, whimpering softly as she exhales. It hurts so much, and she can’t keep still, and she knows that it would be better to just let go now, rather than forcing herself to keep holding on, but she can’t let go of the ridiculous wish that someone might find her quickly, soon enough to let her out and let her go to the bathroom.
If she has even the slightest chance of making it, she wants to to do her best to keep waiting. If only she hadn’t pushed herself to wait this long...she could have been late for a class...she could have waited in line after school...she could have done anything but this, but there was no way for her to know that something so horrible would be waiting for her. Wishing to change the past won’t do anything for her now, but that’s all she can think about as she curses her own carelessness that helped lead her into such an awful situation.
I shouldn’t have waited for so long, she scolds herself. All I can do now is try to escape, even though I know that that’s probably never going to happen.
With that in mind, she begins to squirm differently, trying to feel for any weak spots in the rope that ties her arms and legs together. If she can get even one hand loose it would change everything, and she wonders if the lady is actually any good at tying rope, but as she struggles, it seems that she isn’t able to find any slack. Whoever it is, she must be very skilled in this, and must have gotten a lot of practice in for carrying out her evil scheme.
There aren’t any weak points, no matter how she struggles or pulls, and she supposes that she should just consider herself lucky that only her hands and feet are bound. If there were any rope digging into her stomach, she isn’t sure if her bladder would be able to take it, and that would mean disaster for sure. But without a way out of the rope, then there’s no way to try to break out of the closet. If she were standing, she could brace her weight against the door and try to break it down, but like this...like this, she’s completely helpless.
Maybe if she rammed her head against the door enough times, but that would only result in her getting her. Besides, the more she thinks about it, trying to break down the door would jostle her a lot, so maybe even if she could try, she wouldn’t be able to do it without causing her bladder to give out on her. Maybe it would be too much to try and hold it while doing such extreme physical labor, so maybe escape would be impossible for her no matter what.
She has no way of knowing how much time has passed while she’s in here. It feels like it’s been an eternity, but she knows that it’s probably just time seeming like it’s moving slowly because of how desperate she is to get out of here. Maybe it’s only been ten or fifteen minutes, maybe it’s only been an hour. She has no way of knowing, since she doesn’t have a watch or anything, and her wrists are tied behind her back anyway.
However long it’s been, it doesn’t really matter; she knows that she doesn’t have long left before she loses completely control anyway.
This situation has never been anything but hopeless from the start, and she should have just given up sooner, rather than forcing herself to wait until this point, so desperate now that she is near tears. It hurts so badly and she can’t keep still, squeezing her thighs together again and again, biting down hard on her lip as she tries and fails to ignore the over full sensation of her bladder. Yes, she’s definitely near tears now, as she can feel them pricking at her eyes, and she can’t help but let them fall, even though that feels like admitting defeat.
Still, there’s no point in denying it now; she is defeated, and she was the moment she got home and allowed herself to get caught. Nothing could have saved her from this, even if she had gone to the bathroom at school, she still would have ended up tied up in her closet, even if it would have been a slightly more bearable imprisonment. Whatever the case, she’s soon going to be soaked through on the floor of this closet, and she sniffs, allowing herself to cry freely as she fights the last legs of her losing battle.
Her breathing is so unsteady now, and it, accompanied by her desperate whimpers of pain, are the only sounds audible in the otherwise silent house. No one is going to come home and no one is going to come for her, not for a very long time. Even if someone does come, they probably won’t be there to help her, and things will likely only get worse for her from here. Wetting herself is not going to be the worst thing that happens to her today, and at this point, it’s totally inevitable. If only she could cross her legs or grab herself in order to lessen some of the pressure, but if she could do something like that, then that would mean that she would have freedom of movement, and maybe then she wouldn’t be in this predicament to begin with.
She begins to leak, once and then again, a moment later, and each leak is a quick burst of liquid that she is just barely able to stop. However, the second isn’t the last, and the third one is bigger, and from that point on, it becomes more and more frequent, and she is less and less able to fight them off, until finally, she is not able to fight them off at all.
Finally, she begins to wet herself completely, tears running down her face as she feels herself growing wetter and wetter, her bladder emptying itself as she sits on the closet floor, no closer to rescue than before. It feels like an eternity before she’s completely empty, and though the relief is overwhelming, the humiliation is unbearable like this. And she is still trapped, and still unsure of when she’ll be free. Until then, she has to sit in her own wet clothes and self-made puddle.
~X~
What will become of Jenny now? Will she ever be set free from her prison? What lays in store for her? As Sabrina types out the cliffhanger ending, she can’t help but feel proud of herself for this story, even if she still isn’t sure why she wanted to write it so much. It certainly excited her to write, and she really got sucked into it, but now that she’s come back to her senses, she realizes that she must have gotten to into it and lost track of time. Now it seems that she’s been neglecting her own needs, and she’s quick to get up to take care of that. |
[A friend of mine requested I write an Overwatch fanfic about Mercy messing herself...
... so here~ Figured I'd share it for fun :P]
Mercy was sitting casually as she made sure her staff was configured and well-maintained. Her and her team were playing Defense on Gibralter, and expected to be in the thick of it on the ground with the tanks while Ana provided support-heals.
At least, that was the plan anyways. Hopefully things go right this time... As of late team-communication had been severely lacking which ment a lot of de-ranking on comp-games... Lands 20k healing yet her team is too stupid to keep their shit together. So let's see here...
Their team comp was made up of herself, Ana, Reinhardt, D.Va, Junkrat, and your mandatory 76. Pretty solid all around, she thought to herself...
Speaking of solid, she could begin to feel something "solid" running through her system. Actually, it's been like that for several hours now...
She didn't have a chance to relieve herself either as she had to run to the payload. She could feel her stomach churn and growl as she overlooked the battleground atop the higher platform. She didn't have time to pop a squat either... not that she'd want to. Not only would removing her suit be taxing on time and effort, but she didn't want to desecrate this old nostalgic facility with her waste...
And thus, that usual five-second countdown began to... count down, and the gates opened up. The enemy's team consisted of Zenyatta, Lucio, Pharra, Zarya, Roadhog, and Genji.
Right off the bat, 76, D.Va, and Reinhardt where down in the shit, holding back the enemy's push while Junkrat provided hail Marys from above. Mercy leaped down and cringed as she landed, feeling a heavy blow on her bowels. She felt the load sliding it's way closer and closer to
her juicy butt... Oh god she wanted to just shit herself right there! But she had to hold it...
She felt a sense of terror creep up on her as a distant Roadhog had his eye on her... She knew right away that Roadhog was gonna target her the rest of the game, she felt it in her gut... Or maybe that was just her tumtum going dumdum on her bumbum...
She provided damage buffs for 76 while D.Va went out back to go bully the enemy squishies, particularly Zenyatta and Lucio. She made sure to stay behind Rein's shield at all costs, since the moment she did, that Roadhog would most likely snatch her up and open a hole in her big enough for the shit in her belly to pour out anyways.
76 was doing a decent job of pestering the enemy team as well, as to be expected...
Of course, Mercy could see her safety, just like her stomach's strength, slowly fading away as Rein's shield began cracking. Knowing this
grabbed the Roadhog's attention to hook Mercy, she quickly took action and hid behind the payload, which fortunately hasn't been pushed too far yet. Hell it hasn't even reached the first choke yet! But as Mercy lowered herself to remain safe, she clenched onto her staff and begged not to let 'it' happen... but of course it was inevitable...
*frrt~*
A tiiiiny toot escapes her angelic booty. It was quite sharp as well, however due to the deafening amount of hellfire, chances are no one heard that, which made her sigh a little in relief...
But her relief was swiftly snuffed as she felt the sharp pain of iron digging into her flesh, followed by an intense yank, making her fart MUCH louder than before! She looked in fear as she stared doom right in it's leather-clad face behind the end of his garbage-cannon of death.
Fortunately Reinhardt was quick on his feet. The moment before Roadhog filled Mercy's face with flaming instakill, he tackled the tubby demon away from her, freeing Mercy. But she was still injured and the pain was pushing her beyond her strength... The fact that she didn't shit herself right there was a miracle.
Meanwhile Reinhardt was duking it out with Roadhog. He almost managed to kill Mercy's captor when he healed up on the fly. And Roadhog began to quickly out-DPS Rein. In an attempt to save him, Mercy flew over to him... but doing so, she felt a massive rank fart propel her forward as she flew on her wings. It was a little hard to see, but a tiny stain had formed, showing signs her tummy-troubles would soon be too much to contain. She began pumping juice into Rein, but sadly it wasn't enough. Rein took one last mortal blow before falling dead... She had to run to the stair-corridor to escape from Roadhog, who swiftly began chasing after her. He goes for another hook-grab, but just BARELY misses her by the skin of her teeth. She ran up to where the support-fire was holed up and looked with fear and panic as she witnessed Pharrah blow her own mother to chunks, and Junkrat having too shit aim to hit her out of the air, resulting in swift death... 76 just got headshotted by Zenyatta too... And soon everyone quickly had the insight to know Mercy's ressurect was probably ready, which it was... and thus she was swarmed...
She tried to escape, but she was circled form all sides...
It was now or never... Mercy had to revive her team NOW before she ate it...
With that, a swift press of the Q button brought her team back to life (D.Va was still fine though being the indestructable teenage piece of shit). Pharrah tried to counter the rez with a Rocket Barrage, but 76's ult was ready so he shot her right back down. Ana knocked Roadhog out like a light while D.Va pounded her shotgun cannons into his face. Genji also made an attempt to Ult, but Rein smacked him up a bit and Junk picked him off with a Concussion Mine. The push was halted once again, thanks to a well-timed rez... But sadly... it came at a hefty price...
After that shitshow, Mercy collapsed onto her knees and began to weep, as a loud hiss and crackled filled her plump ass with poo, creating a massive bulge that almost everyone noticed right away... and it smelled BAAAAD.
Farts were also provided as Mercy involuntarily lost control of her bowels... She just laid there and cried as the last few seconds of the game counted down to zero... Defense made an astounding hold!! But Mercy did not...
And her actions were well-rewarded as well as she was granted Play of the Game~ So that everyone, including her team and enemy team could get a nice long look at Mercy's huge rez and huge accident... The enemy team began to taunt her messy poo in the chat, and even a few of her teammates gave her a hard time, despite the game-winning rez (fuckin' pricks)...
But 76 and Rein still appreciated her work and tossed in their end-card likes... Overall, Mercy WAS quite satisfied with her work today. Now to just take a long hot shower and get out of these sticky tights... ... ... |
Ellie Tests Incontinence PantiesAccidentally. In Public. Whoops.
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My name is Ellie, and I was an alcoholic. Not a great way for someone who's barely 21 to introduce herself, but at least now I can say was rather than am… at least most of the time. Cut me a little slack though, growing up dirt poor in the big city isn't easy, and I made it through mostly unscathed. Didn't get flunk out, didn't get pregnant, didn't get shot, and didn't terminally damage my kidneys, though I came close to a few of those (okay, maybe most of them). However, those are stories for a different time.
At 21, I had mostly turned my life around. I was doing decent in college; had mostly stopped drinking, most of the time; and had met Dan, my first boyfriend who wasn't a gang-banger. But my previous lifestyle had left some marks: after getting my act cleaned up, my doctor (the first I'd seen since early childhood) diagnosed me with overactive bladder syndrome - probably a result of excess alcohol consumption he said, and probably something I'd be dealing with for the rest of my life.
One night while reading online I saw an ad for a new line of "sexy" incontinence underwear. Sometimes it scares me that Google knows I want something before I even know it exists. They actually looked like underwear a normal 20-something year old would wear, although with their decent looks came some trade-offs: they weren't designed to hold much more than very light leaks. That was fine by me. Most of the time I made it to the bathroom fine. When I didn't, I usually didn't leak too much, but when you're out in public, returning from a bathroom break with even a small wet spot is still pretty embarrassing. Needless to say, I ordered a pair to try out.
The next Saturday, Dan invited me out to dinner and to a play that I had really been wanting to go see. It seemed like a very appropriate opportunity to try out my new purchase, especially because I sometimes have trouble staying completely dry for an entire movie or show. Over the new panties I wore some fairly tight faded blue jeans, which I knew from past experienced turned fairly dark when wet. It was great to be able to wear them for once without concern about leaks showing up.
At dinner I started with just water, and I had intended to stick to just water. However, after ordering my pepper-encrusted steak with sautéed onions, the waiter recommended we pair our meal with one of their in-house vintage wines. I was going to decline (really), but Dan said it sounded great to him. Sometimes it's hard to say no… so I got a glass as well. Normally I would never drink before any situation where I wouldn't have immediate access to a bathroom because alcohol tends to aggravate my OAB, but confidence in my new panties made me feel that I had a little extra wiggle room this evening.
Dinner was delicious, but the service was a bit slow. By the time we finished eating we were way behind schedule. As we waited for the check, Dan looked up walking directions on his phone and found that if we left immediately we could get there with about 5 minutes to spare. This was the type of show where if you were late, you didn't get in - it said so in bold text right on the ticket.
I was starting to feel the need to pee at this point and under normal circumstances would have started looking for a bathroom, but I was caught up worrying about whether we could get to the theatre in time. For the next couple minutes we sat in tense silence, anxiously looking around for our waiter.
Finally, Dan told me he was going to get up and go look for the waiter. This was pretty unusual behavior for Dan, but we both realized how little time we had to waste. I opened my mouth to tell Dan I was going to run to the restroom while he tracked down the bill, but before I could speak the waiter appeared next to our table, set down the bill, and wished us a good evening. In less than 30 seconds, Dan had paid in cash (also pretty unusual), and we were out the door and rushing down the street.
The sidewalks were crowded with people going out to enjoy their Saturday evening, but we set a rapid pace despite the congestion. Google Maps told us we would be late, but of course it assumed we would be walking at a normal pace. I nervously checked the time on my phone every two minutes, wondering first whether we would make it on time at all, and second whether there was any chance of us making it with enough time for me to use the bathroom before the show. Fortunately, we made good time and stepped through the front door and into the lobby with a couple minutes to spare.
The play we were going to see that night was at one of the few theatres in the city I hadn't been to before. The theatre building was an unusual and somewhat awkward shape, although I have to give props to the architects for managing to squeeze a building of any sort into the V-shaped lot at the corner of two streets that met at a 45 degree angle. The pie-slice-shaped building had its entrance and lobby at the tip of the V.
Immediately upon entering, I looked around for the bathroom, as I had reached the point where I would normally have stopped whatever I was doing and gone to pee. I had no trouble spotting it, but there was also already a woman standing next to the door waiting to use it. I only would have had time to use the bathroom had it been vacant, but even a one-person line meant someone was already inside. Cycling three of us through the bathroom before the show started wasn't going to happen, so I didn't even bother mentioning it to Dan.
The lobby had doors leading deeper into the V on either side of the back wall. I expected to find myself at the back of the auditorium when we went through the door, but instead we found ourselves walking down a straight dark hallway lit by tiny aisle lights near the floor. Moments later we emerged into the auditorium at its front, right next to the stage.
As we started climbing the stairs towards our seats, I looked back and saw a flood of light pouring into the dim auditorium through the two doors to the lobby. I understood now why the theatre didn't allow late admittance. I almost panicked when I realized that leaving in the middle of the show wouldn't be possible without causing a major disruption, but I managed to hold it together. To make matters worse, our seats were near the center of the row, and we had to climb over everyone who had arrived on time to get to them.
When we reached our seats I looked around for other exits. There were two at the back, but they were labeled as emergency-only exits. The dark hallways flanking the stage were the auditorium's only link to the lobby. It would have been nice of the architects to have blocked the light from the lobby by putting a zig-zag or curve in the hallways, or even a second set of doors on the auditorium side, but I guess between the need to have two forward-facing exits for the fire code and the desire to maximum the space available for the stage they hadn't been able to manage it.
As someone with OAB, I'm pretty familiar with the signals my bladder sends. So within about 10 minutes I knew with almost complete certainty that I wasn't going to be able to hold it for the remaining 80 minutes of the show. I was pretty pissed at myself for having that glass of wine at dinner and for not somehow managing to find a way to the bathroom before the show… although mostly for the glass of wine since that was actually under my control. At least I had chosen tonight to wear these incontinence underwear, although they were also the reason why I told myself it would be OK to order the wine, sooooo…
I wasn't paying any attention to the show at this point. My eyes were everywhere except the stage, looking for some way to get to the bathroom without causing a major disruption. We had probably already annoyed most of the people in our row by arriving at the last minute and having to climb over them as the show began, but they would forgive us for that. I wasn't willing to face the embarrassment of having to ask them to move again less than 10 minutes after the show started. I'm sure in their mind they would be thinking that anyone who had to pee so badly they disrupted the show after only a few minutes should have gone before the show started. Right.
I told myself I would wait at least another 20 minutes before getting up. Having to leave after only 30 minutes still didn't really seem acceptable, but it was sure a lot more reasonable than having to leave after 10. 20 more minutes without a small leak or a few dribbles was asking a lot of my poor bladder, but if my underwear worked as advertised it would be no problem.
Of course, I had turned my phone off for the show, so I didn't actually have any way of seeing what time it was or how much time had passed, but after what I thought must have been about 20 minutes I still hadn't leaked, or at least hadn't had any leaks significant enough for me to feel them. I did have to pee really badly though, like really badly.
In my mind I pictured how it would go: I would get up and disrupt each person in my row as they stood to allow me to pass by, and in turn the people standing would block the view of those behind them. Then I would draw everyone's attention, audience and actors alike, as I walked down the stairs to the lobby door, and finally I would blind everyone in the audience by opening the door and letting light from the lobby flood the room. Then I would do it again on the way back.
In that moment I decided I couldn't do it, even after I had promised myself that if I just waited 20 more minutes I would let myself get up and go. The embarrassment of having to leave the auditorium was simply too great and too immediate. Would it be more embarrassing than peeing my pants? Maybe or maybe not, but I hadn't lost control yet, so having to get up to go to the bathroom felt like more of an immediate threat than having wet pants.
I prayed that by some miracle the show would have an intermission and save me, although I didn't think one was scheduled. At least I had the new panties, although I really wished I had bothered to test them beforehand to see how much could actually hold. They were only advertised as being able to protect against mild leaks - a few teaspoons at most, but at that moment I was really hoping they were over-engineered. I knew they were going to get a little wet, even if the show did have an intermission, but hopefully not wet enough to show.
I felt torn between trying to stay dry for at least another 15 or 20 minutes to see if there would be an intermission, or testing the underwear right away while I still had reasonable control over my bladder. After waiting what felt like 5 more minutes I couldn't take it anymore. Here I was, a 21-year-old college student deciding to test a new incontinence product in the middle of a crowded theatre - great planning Ellie.
Given that I had little choice in the matter, my plan to test the panties was basically the same one I would have used in private: I would pee a little tiny bit, wait for a few minutes, and then check for any leaks. I expected the panties to leak at some point, so I would repeat the process a few times until they did. There was enough of the show left that a small leak would dry by the end; I had enough experience with minor leaks to know that. Hopefully the panties would absorb enough for me to hold the rest until an intermission or the end of the show. If they didn't, I would suck it up and go to the bathroom, because in my head I knew peeing myself would be a much more embarrassing and much longer-lasting ordeal than having to leave the auditorium during the show.
So then I tried to do something I had never tried to do on purpose before: I tried to pee myself a little while surrounded by other people. It was surprisingly difficult to do, despite how badly I had to pee at that point. Butterflies filled my stomach as I tried to relax. Then I felt a huge urge to pee building and quickly aborted the attempt because it felt like way too much was about to flood out.
I tried again and managed to let out a few agonizing dribbles. Less than I had hoped, but at least it was something. As I sat waiting for it to soak in I felt hot everywhere. My face was flushed and probably bright red, and my urethra felt warm and pleasant from the liquid that had just passed through it.
After a minute I stared down at my jeans to look for leaks. I didn't notice any, but it also wasn't really bright enough to see them very well. I discreetly rested a hand in my lap and probed with my fingers - they felt dry. Finally, I lifted one butt cheek and ran a hand under my bottom - also dry.
Winner of round one: panties. Time for round two. Butterflies built in my stomach again, but it was a lot easier to let go the second time - the pump was primed so to speak. I let loose a few high-pressure spurts. A little more than I had meant to this time, and I actually thought I heard an audible hissing in between lines of dialog. No one around me seemed to have noticed though, so I probably only heard it because I was listening for it (or maybe I just imagined it).
I stared down at my crotch again, and again it looked dry. A quick check with my hand in my lap also came back dry. When I ran my hand under my butt it felt like the tips of my fingers came back slightly damp. I checked again; they still felt damp. The panties had held quite a bit less than I had hoped they would (although to be fair, I was probably already pushing them beyond what they were rated for).
I wasn't really sure what to do at that point, although I knew I should probably just get up and go to the bathroom like a big girl. I didn't have to wait much longer though, a minute later I got a funny feeling in my stomach and felt a strong urge to pee coming on very quickly. I couldn't clamp down quickly enough to stop it and felt warmth in my lap as I filled my panties with a severe leak.
I immediately ran my hand under my bottom again. This time my entire hand, both butt-side and seat-side, came back obviously wet. I had only leaked for a second or two at most, but with the underwear's absorbent lining already saturated the pee had gone basically straight into my pants.
Now that my pants were obviously wet the entire embarrassment-equation had changed drastically. I would no longer really save myself any face by leaving to go to the bathroom, so that wasn't going to happen anymore. I didn't intentionally pee myself right then, but a few minutes later when I started leaking again I also didn't try too hard to stop it. I just tried to limit the flow to keep the noise at a minimum. However, I did stop when I heard drips beginning to fall off the seat and smack into the floor. At that point though I had gone enough to hold it for the rest of the show.
The show didn't have an intermission, and I ended up being pretty stiff by the end of it, because for the rest of the show I couldn't really shift my weight on the seat with compressing the cushion and sending audible drips of pee down to the floor. So I ended up sitting extremely still in my wet jeans for another 45 minutes or so.
I can't remember almost anything from the first half of the show, but the second half was good. Also the underwear do work, but only if used responsibly.
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Inspired by a true story: broadly.vice.com /en_us/article/polyuria-essay-pee-proof-underwear-review
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An accompanying video I found, showing an inside-the-panties view of the climactic moments of the story:
[contains nudity] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5892d3a4d4935 |
Hi guys :3
This is my first story and it's about a young woman named Layla, who inherited her mother's ability to talk with Pokemons, and Mike, her Eevee, in their first journey. It takes place in Kanto but it will not be limited to the 1st generation.
This story will contain male and female Pokemon omorashi (and Layla, obviously). I hope u enjoy.
Leave your suggestions, constructive criticism or just comment anything, it's really important to me :3
PS: I'm not English so it will probably have grammatical issues, don't hesitate to correct me.
PS²: I wrote it in my cellphone so i really don't know how it will look on desktop...
--- Layla POV ---
The annoying alarm clock started to ring but i was already awake, i was to anxious for this day that i barely slept, i jumped out of my bed. Today, i will go to my first journey, i walked to my closet, still dizzy from the sudden movement. Twenty minutes later, after a quick shower, i slowly went down the stars to the kitchen. A breakfast sandwich was waiting for me in a plate over the table.
[Good morning, honey.] My mom said with a warm voice. [Where's Mike?] She asked.
[Uhm...i..uhm...i don't know. I thought he was with you.] I answered while eating the sandwich.
[He must be in the backyard then. So...you still want to go in your journey?]
[Yeah, i'm not changing my mind mom.]
[Ok...i was just checking...] She said while putting something in the oven.
After finishing my breakfast, i went up to my room to get everything i would need. I was so excited to go to my first journey that i couldn't wait any more longer. My backpack was so full that i barely could close it, after that i went down to the backyard to find Mike. The Eevee was staring to a Pidgey that had landed at the top of the only tree in our backyard. I watched him for a moment. Mike has been with us since my 7 years old, i always wanted to be a Pokemon trainer like my mom used to be then, at my birthday, she gave me Mike when he still was just an egg, he has been my best friend ever since.
[Mike! It's time to go] I said in a loud tone, scaring the bird pokemon away and dragging Mike's attention.
He looked at me angrily because i scared his "prey" but, after realizing what i have said he shouted happily. [Really!?] And he came in my direction, his tail wiggling from side to side.
[You are already going, sweet?] My mom asked with a kind voice.
[Yeah, we can't wait anymore...] I answered hugging her [I'm gonna miss you so much]
She looked at me with a sad smile while combing my brown hair with her hand.
[Did you pick everything? Your jacket, potions, the map, a water bottle...your Pokedex...]
[Yes, yes i picked everything...]
[Ok, take care out there...]
[Bye mom...i love you]
[Don't forget to call me when you arrive at Pewter...i love you too, dear]
I ran towards the exit of the town while waving to my mother as our house became more and more distant. After a few minutes we reached the forest and the path that leads to Pewter, we continued to walk until the city's sounds disappeared, only the silence remains. The forest was very green with vibrant colours and filled with life, the sunlight was passing through the trees and gently warming my face.
[Do you think we gonna be ok?] I asked to Mike, who was walking by my side.
[Of course, i grew up in the wild, i will protect you.] He answered confident.
[You grew up in my backyard...]
[Right...but i still have the instincts of a wild beast]
[Ok, if you are saying...] I said giggling as we keep going through the path.
Mike always tried to act tougher than he really is and i think it's very charming that he is always trying to protect me. We walked for some long minutes before stopping by a clearing to rest and drink some water from the bottles.
[This breeze is so refreshing!] I exclaimed while leaning on a tree.
The tree rattled with the impact and something heavy fell from the leaves, landing near my side, i looked surprised at the yellow thing that almost fell in my head, it was a Kakuna. Shortly after that a wild Beedrill emerged from the leaves angrily buzzing.
[Oh shit!] I exclaimed before starting to run into the woods.
After getting a considerable distance from the wild Pokemon i turned to it ready to battle.
[Ok, let's do this...Mike..use Quick Attack!] I shouted pointing to the Beedrill.
Immediately, Mike rushed towards the other Pokemon with a incredible speed, hitting the Beedrill and safely landing on the ground.
[Nice...be careful, it's going to use Toxic Sting!] I warned him as the giant bee prepared its attack.
The enemy advanced in Mike, who evaded easily. [Now use Bite!] I ordered and Mike attacked the wild Pokemon vigorously. Immediately after getting hit, the Beedrill used Fury Attack and Mike had no time to evade.
[I'm fine] He said after recovering himself from the attacks.
[Ok, use Quick Attack again] The Eevee once again, rushed into the bug Pokemon, hitting it very fast and throwing it against a tree. The Beedrill, almost defeated, ran away and Mike tried to chased it through the woods but i stopped him.
[Let it go Mike...]
[But it attacked you...] He replied confused
[We already won the battle... it's enough.]
[Ok...] He sighed, still confused while i opened my backpack to grab one of the bottles.
[Do you need healing?] I asked concerned
[No... It's just a scratch...but i'm really thirsty]
After filling the bowl to Mike, i took a large gulp from the bottle then i started to notice some pressure under my stomach then i realized: I had forgotten to go to the bathroom before leaving home. I looked around and a second thought got me: Where are we? I was so focused on running from the Beedrill that i didn't saw where i was going and now i don't know where's the path...
[Mike...we have a problem...] I said slowly.
Edited May 17, 2017 by Rap0sa
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Hi guys, sorry for taking so long to update it, i will try to post the third part sooner.
And thanks for the comments, i really appreciate it. :D
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[Oh crap, what do we do now?] I murmured after telling Mike what was our situation.
[Didn't you have a map?] He asked trying to find a solution.
[Oh...yes, let me see...] I said while searching inside my backpack.
[Wait...no, i forgot it]
[What? But you confirmed to your mom that you picked it...] Mike mumbled hopeless.
[I wasn't really paying attention on her speech...i'm sorry] I whispered. [Let's just...walk until we leave the forest]
Mike just followed me without saying anything, his eyes fixed on the ground. I walked towards a tree that seemed familiar however, the more we walked, the more lost we became. Several minutes passed and still, no sign of the path. My urge has grown and now it has started to bother me.
[How you feeling?] I asked, breaking the silence.
[Uhm..normal...i think] Mike answered awkwardly.
I could see that he was worried, then i decided to say something to distract him.
[Have you ever heard the legend about a golden bird?]
[Uhm...no?]
[The legend say it has a golden glow and when it flies, it leaves a rainbow trail.]
[Did someone actually saw this bird?] He asked a little curious.
[Yes..i think...] I replied. [And is said to promise eternal happiness to all who see it.]
[And where can we find it?]
[It lived in a tower until a war broke out,burning the tower. Later a new tower was built, but since then it has never come back. It now flies through the world's skies in search of a trainer with pure heart.]
[But it's just a legend, isn't?]
[Maybe yes...maybe no...there's no way to know] I said as we walked more and more.
We keep walking and talking as the minutes passed, everything in this forest looked the same, it was like a maze in the woods. I was trying to ignore the growing pressure by talking with Mike but as the time passed, it became more difficult.
[Give me a sec.] Mike said after a while as he walked away from me.
[Ahn?]
Then i saw him ran to a tree and lifted his hind leg, he moaned as the yellow stream started to flow. The sight was making my own need worse but i couldn't stop looking. The pee was gushing out from his sheath and soaking the tree roots, the stream trembled as he slowly shaked his lifted leg, splashing over some dead leaves around the tree. After a while, it became a tinkle and finally stopped. Mike moved away from the puddle that formed at the tree base and came in my direction. As we went deeper into the woods it became more difficult to hide my desperation, since i started to cross my legs, after a while, Mike noticed it.
[What's wrong?] He asked friendly.
[It's nothing...i just need to...] I replied blushing.
[Need to..?] He insisted.
[I need to use the bathroom...] I whispered.
[Then why didn't you go into the bushes?...]
[What? No way!]
[Why not? Pokemons do it all the time...]
[Well... i'm not a Pokemon...] I ended.
We walked further into the forest until we reached a clearing, it wasn't the same as before but was better than nothing. We stopped by to take a break, i would sit down when a shiver went through my body then a few drops escaped...i couldn't hold anymore. I ran into some nearby bushes and unbuttoned my jeans, i was almost getting relieve when i heard a rustle from a shrub ahead, it was a kid holding a net, he didn't see me but immediately i got up and started to run away, more drops has leaked but it was almost imperceptible.
[What you're doing?] Mike interrupted me.
[What?] I said surprised.
[That kid probably knows the way out!] Mike whispered.
[Oh...right, we're still lost.] I said as i walked back to the bushes, this time the kid saw me.
[Hey lady, wanna battle with me?] He shouted from a distance.
[Not today, sorry...] I answered. [Do you know how to get to Pewter? We were kinda lost...] I asked while trying to hide my desperation.
[Sure, just go in this direction until you reach the path then just follow it.] He said with a smile while pointing to the trees.
[ Thank you very much] I said gratefully.
[No problem, bye lady]
Me and Mike ran as fast as we could, i was holding my crotch to avoid any accident. Not long after, we finally reached the path.
[Oh thank God!] I said relieved.
We could already see the city even though it was still far, the sight of it gave me the strength to keep going. The dirt road was almost entirely straight, i walked for a few minutes without feeling the aching pressure that tormented me for the last hour and, for a moment, i was hopeful that i would be able to hold it until we arrive in Pewter but suddenly, to my despair, a spurt came out. Immediately, i placed both hands on my groin, feeling the slightly wet spot in the middle of my pants, but it was useless...soon after, a second gush leaked, i was half squatted when a few drops ran through my blue jeans. At this point there was no way to hold it. I was trying to open my pants zipper when a forceful stream started with a hissing sound.
[No, please, not now!] I whispered to myself.
Some of the liquid was soaking my pants while the rest was gushing though my jeans and staining the ground under me. When i finally managed to open the zipper, i lowered my panties and i stopped fighting against my bladder. I moaned in relief as the strong stream hit the ground and mingling with earth, created a mud puddle. The pleasure to finally relieve my full bladder was almost orgasmic, the warm stream was steaming because of the fresh breeze,it lasted for almost one minute, then it finally began to weaken until it became a trickle as i sighed with relief. I was very ashamed but that didn't matter, a last gush came out, i was finally free.
--- Mike POV ---
Layla walked into some nearby bushes to change her clothes, luckily there was no one walking through the path besides us. Soon, she emerged from the shrubs, her blue stained pants were replaced by a white jeans then we resumed our walk. I didn't say anything since i didn't want to embarrass her even more. We walked in silence for long minutes until we finally reached Pewter. The first thing she did was go to a Pokemon Center. Layla had told me that PokeCenters are the places where you heal your Pokemons but also, where you can eat, pass the night and even wash your clothes in their public washing machines and that's what she did.
[Are you hungry?] She asked after starting the machine.
[Yeah, a lot] I quickly answered.
[No wonder you are hungry, it's already past noon.] She said looking at the watch. [So let's have lunch!] Layla said with a smile as we walked towards the tables. |
"Thank you sir, have an amazing day!" Rosie practically shouted at the old man who finished paying for his lottery ticket. She was 16 years old and working as a cashier at her local gas station, trying to earn money to buy herself a car. Her bubbly and chatty attitude made her popular among customers and made conversation with almost everyone who came by. Her good looks also contributed some to her popularity, between her long blonde hair and perfect teeth she almost always looked great; often without even trying.
As the man walked out the store, she looked over to her coworker and fellow cashier Walker who struggled to make eye contact with the woman approaching him. Rosie noticed she was fairly well dressed in a formal shirt and a pencil skirt, most likely on her way home from a meeting of some sort. Walker silently took her money and gave her the pack of gum she was buying, when suddenly the woman turns and asked him a question.
"Is there a restroom here? I couldn't seem to find one." Walker stared at the woman for a few moments, opened his mouth but what came out was so quiet and deep no human could understand it. "I'm sorry sir? Please if their is one tell me I desperately need to use a restroom."
"I'm sorry ma'am, there is no restroom, you'll have to find one somewhere else." Rosie interceded on Walker's behalf.
"Oh of course, I hope I can make it home." The woman walked out the store and out into the evening light. It was 8:45 PM on Friday night and the store was closing in 15 minutes.
"That was a little too much information huh?" Rosie attempted to make conversation with the awkward boy next to her. He was in her grade at school but he rarely spoke to anyone other than his small group of close friends. He was almost the polar opposite of her, he tried to avoid speaking to customers and mostly kept to himself.
"Uhhh, ye-yeah too much." He looked at her for a few seconds, before quickly looked down at his feet. Unknown to Rosie, Walker had gotten himself the job at the store specifically so he could be with her, as she had been his crush for over a year. Now that he had access to her, he found it hard to bring himself to make a move due to his awkwardness.
"I wonder if she'll make it, she looked like she was fall over when she walked outside." Rosie continued the conversation. The talk of pee got into Walker's deepest fantisies as he longingly imagined Rosie clutching her crotch against the counter trying to hold her pee. He had held a pee fetish since he was 13 and had frequently fantasized since then about females from their school getting desperate, both students and teachers. He decided to return conversation to Rosie for once.
"Have you ever been in that situation, like over the age of ten?" He asked, hoping to get her to confess a current need.
"When I was 12 I peed myself while doing a lemonade stand fundraiser for the school."
"Why did they need money?" Walker was secretly celebrating finally having a conversation with his secret love.
"It was for the school play, and there was that insanely hot spring break and if you were part of it you could volunteer to sell lemonade."
"How was it like?" Rosie was taken back by this comment. She giggled a bit and responded
"What do you mean?"
"Oh sorry, I meant like the pee, or whatever. I'm not trying to weird or anything." Trying to hide his true motives. Rosie kept giggling at the silly conversation, totally unaware of what was happening in her coworkers mind. It was 8:50 now and only ten minutes remained.
"Well, I went in the morning and set up my stand, of course me bring me decided to drink three water bottles before going out to start. Conveniently the girl was supposed to take turns with decided to get sick that day, leaving desperate me standing there having to watch I'm full detail the lemonade running from the pitcher to people's cups. I think you can figure out what that does to someone who has to pee."
"Yes I do." Walker nodded while thinking to his hundreds of hours browsing internet pee forums.
"The best part is my friend calls me and starts teasing me about running water and whatnot thinking it's a joke. Eventually, poor little 12 year old me succumbed to her bodily needs and peed myself right there." A man entered the store interrupting the story for a moment.
"I had to crouch down behind the stand to hide my jean shorts from being seen by anyone that happening to go by." Rosie was worried for a second but realized the man who had entered had mostly likely not heard her due to the headphones on his ears.
"What happened afterwards, did you ever have another accident?" Walker was fully invested in the story.
"I got revenge on my friend by teasing her during a final exam, I remember her face as she squirmed in her seat. She made it, but I'm sure I had some effect."
"What about you? Did you ever have an accident or near accident again?" Walker threw looking normal away and demanded more.
"Ever since then I have made perfect bathroom trips consistently almost every day. I took an oath that I would never pee myself again." Walker was crushed, he wanted to ask if she was ever even desperate but he was too hung up on the fear of his fantasy of desperate 16 year old Rosie never coming true. He wished he could send back the story just to be in the unknown again. At this moment he truly believed ignorance was bliss. Just as a lightbulb went off in his head on a loophole there was a large crash from the man and he ran out the store.
"Seriously? He knocked over the cracker boxes. Ugghh, I'll get it." Rosie walked out, looking down at her black converse, consistently putting one foot in front of the other. As she bent over to pick up the boxes, Walker stared directly at her rear end in her tight blue jeans, snickering to himself in his mind at his new question he wanted to ask her.
"You'll be breaking that oath real soon Rosie." He muttered under his breath, admiring her the whole time. She finished putting back the boxes and came back over.
"What a pain in the ass, what were we talking about again?" Walker chuckled silently after hearing her say ass, and thought back to his question.
"An oath to never pee yourself."
"Oh that's right, I'll never pee myself again." Walker finally asked his million dollar question.
"How do you pee in the store when you have to go? There's no bathroom here." He grinned like a movie villain.
"I hold it, sometimes I've gotten desperate at the counter."
"Oh really, I thought you made perfect bathroom breaks." His mind raced with evil plots.
"You're making fun of me aren't you? You think I have a weak bladder."
"That has nothing to do with it."
"What is your obsession with pee?"
"I just think it's funny, the girl who took an oath to never wet herself works at a place with no bathroom." Rosie was almost laughing hysterically.
"No one has made me laugh this much in a long time." She reaches down and pulls out her phone. "I want to give my number." Walker nearly faints with excitement. "Give me your phone." He pulls it out at Mach 3 barely able to handle his excitement. After putting it in, they text each other and verify and notice the time is 9:00, closing time. "My dad should be here soon, thanks for the great 15 minutes Walker"
Walker almost faints as she walks out the door. He had nearly had the greatest night of his life; he got his crush's phone number, heard stories of his fetish and got to share a laugh with a girl; something he hadn't done since elementary school. He looks out at her as she walks to her dad's car, taking in how pretty he thinks she is.
"Everyone's gotta pee sometime Rosie." He said as he began plotting for next Friday when they shared shifts again. |
After six long excruciating days, Walker finally woke up on Friday morning. He almost jumped out of bed and didn't even feel slightly tired despite his late night Call of Duty session. He almost leaped into the shower when he got into the bathroom. He had all week formulating his plan. He was gonna invite Rosie to his house and convince her to not use the bathroom befor going to work at 5:00 PM. Even though it was 11 hours away, it felt more like 1 million hours away. As he showered, he could imagine Rosie right outside the door, tugging on the locked doorknob as her bladder begged her to allow relea-
"Hurry up asshole I have to pee!" His 14-year old sister Hanna was outside the bathroom door. "Dad is messing downstairs so I have to use this one!" The Mitchell household tended to be very busy early in the morning. "Oh my god hurry up I'm bursting!"
"Does she have to make it awkward?" Nothing was worse than hearing one of his family members say they had to go.
"If I piss on the floor I'm not cleaning it up!" Walker opened the door and was pushed aside by his sister. She slammed the door shut in his face.
"Everything okay out here?" His sister's screaming had awoken their mother.
"Uhh, it's all okay here mom, don't worry." He didn't want to say the words aloud that his sister had to pee as it wouldn't be pleasant to have in his mind later.
"I hope you have a GREAT day at school sweetie!" His mom said as she kissed him on the forehead.
"Ughhhh" Walker groaned to himself.
The bus ride to school was uneventful, and when he got to school he went straight to his friends; Pete, John and Hayden.
"When are you gonna ask your little Rosie out?" Pete immediately joked at him.
"I'm not asking her out, I'm asking her if she wants a free ride to work from my parents at my house."
"Ohh, your house? I bet I know what's gonna go down there." The three chuckled at Hayden's joke while Walker turned red.
"My parents and my sister are gonna be home you idiots."
"Simple, just go to the basement!" The three kept laughing as Walker slowly turned to walk away. "Yo Walk!" He turned back around. "Good luck man."
"Thanks Pete." He said with a smile before he walked away.
Four hours later
Walker scanned the hallway. He had Lunch 4th period so he wasn't worried about being late to class. It was about 10:30 and he was standing outside the restrooms waiting for Rosie as he knew she would be coming at this time. He heard fast moving footsteps and looked down the hallway to see a girl that was not Rosie running towards the restrooms. She had to come from the gym as she was wearing leggings, sneakers and a white T-shirt. She had a hand firmly between her legs as they shuffled down the hallway. He knew who she was, she was a Freshman, but he couldn't quite put his finger on her name.
"Umm, hello?" He awkwardly waved the girl towards him. She stopped and started pee dancing on the spot. "Have you seen Rosie Kline anywhere around here?"
"She's coming down the hall, probably about 90 seconds until she arrives." The girl turned towards the bathrooms, smacking parts of Walker's face with her brown hair as she sprinted into the bathroom. She pulled the door from the doorstop accidentally sending the floorstop flying out into the hallway. As she opened the door she gave Walker a good view of her rear end before she dissapeared into the now locked from the inside bathroom.
"Oh shit!" Walker panicked, thinking that Rosie was gonna believe he was sabotaging her by locking the bathroom. She was growing more and more suspicious everyday as they texted each other. They had frequent conversations about pee stories of all different people mixed in with more simple topics like schoolwork, life and the like.
Walker looked down the hall to see a sight that made his eyes widen as always. Rosie was in a white shirt with a jean jacket, a black skirt and black riding boots. Her hair was artificially curled and she had on a massive smile when she saw Walker. He was almost paralyzed by the sight. He could not have thought of a better outfit for her to get desperate later in. But right now was a problem.
"Hey Walker!" She waved down the hall.
"H-h-h-h-hi Ro-Rosie." He was beyond nervous between her looks and the locked bathroom. "You co-coming to pee h-here?" He continued to stutter out.
"Well yes, and I actually missed one earlier so I guess I kinda gotta really go." For a minute he was almost happy, but then she spoke the dreadful words. "Did you lock the bathroom Walker?"
"N-n-no! Some girl was running and she kicked the doorstop out on accident!" Thankfully the girl opened the door at that moment to prove him innocent, but she came with bad news.
"OMG! All the stalls in there are occupied I actually think I'm gonna pee myself!"
"Hold on there Megan! You can make it." Rosie said. Walker than remembered the girl's name was Megan Keaton, one of his past targets of fantasy.
"I sure hope so Rosie!" Megan yelled as she ran off down the stairs. Walker put the doorstop back in before the door closed again.
"I guess you gotta wait until someone comes out." He looked at her, standing almost unphased. He was almost angry in a way she wasn't dancing or even desperate, but he remembered she probably didn't drink much in the past few hours.
Right as Rosie started to tap her foot and drive Walker crazy the door came open and one of Rosie's best friends, Lynn came out.
"Hey Rosie!"
"Hey Lynn!" Walker was slightly dissapointed as she walked into the bathroom but he understood it was for the better. She held a high reputation for being one of the most popular girls in the school due to her personality and looks, and peeing herself in the hallway could destroy that. When she emerged, he cleared his breath and finally asked her what he had been standing there for in the first place.
"Uhh Rosie would want to, uh, uh... come home to my house before work and you know, like study or something?" The very relieved Rosie looked at him with a huge smile.
"Yes!" Rosie gave him the moment he had been waiting for. Walker nearly fainted when he heard her say those words. The moment of excitement was interrupted by Megan who had returned from downstairs, still gripping her crotch.
"Downstairs was locked, what the hell?!" Megan pee danced her way to the bathroom door, showing Rosie and Walker the giant wet spot on the back of her leggings. She tried to pull the door but she had no strength. Walker and Rosie pulled it open for her but their already major damage on her leggings.
"Aw crap, I've ruined my leggings." Megan was luckily able to laugh off the situation due to her "I don't really give a damn" attitude.
"Don't worry, I'll let you borrow mine if you need."
"Don't bother, the period is over in a few minutes anyway. I'm just go get changed out of my gym clothes. You guys both promise this is a secret?"
"I promise" Said Rose
"I promise" Repeated Walker. "Bye Rosie, where should we meet up?"
"Lobby, 2:03."
"Got it!" Walker replied as he turned and went back to the lunchroom, eagerly awaiting the evening ahead. |
"Ughhhh, how long can one day take?" The time between 10:30 and 2:03 was supposed to be about 4 hours, but to Walker it was taking eons. Being excited can be fun, but it can also be punishing in the way it stretches time to be longer and longer.
"Mr. Mitchell, are we paying attention?" Ms. Jackson, his Science teacher had noticed him gazing into space.
"Ugh, so-sorry miss." He stammered out and she went back to the lesson. "C'mon, only 15 more minutes." It was 1:45. Classes for the day ended at 2:00 and he would meet with Rosie in the lobby at 2:03. He looked down at his phone and started to play Ballz when he was interrupted from behind with a tap to the shoulder. He turned around to see Lynn Hudson, who was Rosie's best friend he had seen earlier at the bathroom.
"I heard you're having a date with Rosie." She whispered to him.
"Uhh, no, no; we're just gonna hang out before work." His face turned deeply red.
"I know your secret." Walker's heart started pounded. "You're secret fetish."
"Uhh, n-no there I-is no se-cret fetish."
"I know what it is... feet." Walker took a sigh of relief upon hearing that. He had never said anything about feet so he knew it was a joke.
"Really? Who told you to say that?"
"It was a joke. I just wanted to see your reaction."
"You were testing me?"
"I wanted to figur-"...
"Mr. Mitchell, Ms. Hudson do you two have something to share with the class? Whispering behind someone's back is rude you know." Ms. Jackson noticed the two talking.
"Miss, I was asking Walker about the notes."
"Good, then you can pass my tests, go to college and make something of your life."
"Dramatic" Walker thought to himself. The period ended without incident and Walker began walking out to the lobby. He felt someone looking at the back of his head and turned to see Pete about 20 feet behind him smiling devilishly. Usually at this time Pete would run up to Walker and talk to him, but today he knew to stay behind. When Walker arrived at the lobby he noticed he was slightly late, but Rosie was no where to be found. After 60 seconds of panic and overthinking he spotted her coming towards him.
"Sorry I'm late Walker, I had to do a group presentation for my French class." Walker than realized that was the reason she had been dressed up that day.
"Alright just follow me to my bus." He sunk his fingernails into his hands as punishment for his stupid line. "She's not an idiot!" His brain screamed at him.
"What did you have last period?" She asked as they started to walk outside. They were fine on time as the buses left at 2:10.
"Science with Ms. Jackson."
"Lynn has class with you that period.
"Yeah, she sure does." He whispered to himself. He cleared his throat. "You're parents are okay with this whole thing right? I would hate to have your dad showing up on my doorstep to arrest me." He referred to Rosie's Dad who was a local police officer.
"Yes they're fine with it. What about your parents?"
"I already asked them they said it was okay." Hiding the fact that had talking to his parents about Rosie almost everyday for a week.
They got to the bus and started to get on, but they were stopped by the bus driver.
"Whose the girl?" He said pointing at Rosie. He was an elderly man well into his 60s with a massive white beard.
"She's a friend. She's coming to my house." He told the bus driver before they went and found a seat. "So, uh, what do we talk about?"
"Tell me what you're favorite movie is, Walker."
"Uh, Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back."
"Why, cause the main character is named Luke SkyWALKER?" She giggled.
"Haha, very funny. What's your favorite movie?"
"Titanic." The bus ride went on for a few minutes before grinding to a halt.
"Stop #1, we get off in about 8 minutes."
"That was quick."
"I live really close to the school."
"Oh nice." Rosie looked out the window. Walker looked down at her bare knees and thighs, imagining her hands clutching inside her skirt, holding back the flood. Her knees flung around wildly and the heels of her boots clacked together. The bus came to a stop and Walker's fantasy was interrupted.
"Oh, uh Rosie we're here let's go." The two stood up and walked down the isle.
"How a good weekend." The bus driver said in his usual monotone voice. The walk home consisted of the two continuing to casually converse with one another as they approached Walker's home. Walker's mom's car was still in the driveway almost signaling of the impending embarrassment.
"My little boy is home from school!" Walker immediately regretted opening the door.
"Oh my god, mom!" His face turned beat red and Rosie started giggling.
"Oh, I'm sorry I'll just go cry now that my little boy is all grown up!" His mom sarcastically yelled and ran up the stairs, leaving him paralyzed with embarrassment.
"S-so ugh you can leave your boots next to the door." He pointed down at the corner of the doorframe. I'm just gonna put my sneakers in my room." As Rosie bent down to unzip her boots, Walker brought his sneakers up to his room and came back. He came down the stairs to see Rosie rubbing the toes of her high socks together.
"So what are we gonna do?" She said with a cheery grin.
"Well, ugh we could study." Walker shrugged. He no real intention of studying and neither did she.
"How about truth or dare?" Her smile changed from cheery to smugly.
"Okay, fine. Even though he wasn't a fan of truth or dare he didn't want to disagree with his crush.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth"
"Who was your first kiss." Walker cursed at himself. He was already not having fun.
"I, I've never had a kiss. Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"What is the closest you've come to peeing yourself since you were 12?"
"Well, honestly, today."
"You barely tapped your foot!"
"I have developed a strong bladder. My turn Walker, Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Whose your crush?"
"I uhhhh, oh." He was backed into a corner. Butterflies filled his stomach. "I don't have one."
"C'mon, you gotta like someone?"
"That's private business, besides you would probably tell her right away anyway."
"Don't be a chicken, you gotta ask her out eventually right?"
"Yeah, yeah you're right I will." He looked at the ground, then looked up again and changed they subject. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare!" Rosie was feeling confident. Walker looked at her for a few moments, before he said it:
"Don't go to the bathroom until you get home tonight. Whatever you're holding right now, everything building up right now and all that builds inside you during work. When the last time you peed?" Rosie wasn't even phased.
"Last time I peed was when I was with you at 10:30. If I hold until I get home it would be almost 11 hours. That wouldn't even be a challenge."
"Really? So you'll do it?"
"Yes, so you'll stop thinking I have a small bladder."
"I never thought you had a small bladder, you made in your mind that I think you have a small bladder." Inside he wished she had a tiny bladder.
"Whatever you think, I'm gonna get this challenge easy! Go get me a water bottle!" Rosie was feeling adventurous now that Walker had managed to convince her to be so.
Walker couldn't contain his excitement. After a year of watching Rosie from a distance thinking "if only" he managed to get her to hold it and hang out with him. Of course, there was one final obstacle, confessing his feelings and officially asking her out.
"You ready to see my bladder's strength tonight!"
"Aye whatever happens, happens you know."
"I'm gonna breeze right through this no problem!" She confidently exclaimed as she chugged down the water bottle. |
"I can't believe you're doubting me!" Rosie giggled as she stood behind the concounter with Walker.
"How does it feel?" Walker was absolutely engrossed in watching Rosie, waiting for the first signs. He genuinely felt he was finally gonna see his ultimate fantasy fulfilled.
"Nothing I can't handle." Rosie confidently placed her hands on her hips as she looked to see the newest customer enter.
It was 5:15, only fifteen minutes since the start of their four-hour Friday evening shift. The man who had entered brought a bag of Doritos over to the counter.
"Hello sir! Is that all you're buying?" Rosie asked the man in her usual cheerful attitude.
"Yes miss." The man had no intention of speaking to anyone.
"Okay sir, here's your change." She sprinkled coins into his hand. "Have a great day!" The man ignored her as he walked out into the warm May afternoon.
"He seemed like a ray of sunshine." Walker joked about the man. He looked down to keep from staring at Rosie when he spotted her foot tapping up and down. Instantly his mind began rapidly fantasizing but he stopped it as the images started to form to keep from missing the real thing.
Click, click, click, click. The sound of the front of Rosie's boot hitting the ground echoed through the silent store. Walker stood still, trying not to stare at Rosie's lower half. The tapping was interrupted for a second as Rosie fixed her skirt.
"Still feeling confident?" Walker finally broke several minutes of silence.
"Are you kidding? I'm completely fine right now. I've held in three water bottles, a can of iced tea from lunch and several stops at the fountain from school since 10:30 and I'm fine." There was no faking it. Rosie was still genuinely confident in her ability to hold it.
"I've never seen anyone act as confident as you right now." He was slightly upset at the lack of "action" but he was also impressed.
"I'm not gonna pee myself. I said I would never pee myself again and if I thought I couldn't make it I wouldn't have accepted your challenge." She looked up to the clock. It was 5:45. "Just 3 hours and 15 minutes, nothing to sweat!" She continued to smile.
Time passed on a people came and went, including one of their teachers from school who they spoke too for a few minutes. Even though Rosie was her usual chatty self, a large amount of customers were impressed by Walker.
"Well you've changed in a week." Rosie commented after a woman left Walker with a tip for his kindness. It was about 6:35 at this time.
"I guess I've just gotten good huh?" He smiled back at Rosie. The real reason being his social liberation through talking to Rosie.
At 7:00 Walker looked at Rosie and basically gave up.
"I guess you're fine huh? There's only two hours left and you've barely tapped you're foot. Why do you even bother with the set bathroom breaks?"
"I'm starting to think maybe I can take away a few, cut it down from 10 a day to about 6."
"Ten a day? Why would you need ten when you've gotta a bladder like yours?"
"Haha, I think my pee holding skills are just that good." She flipped her hair back and looked at the ceiling confidently.
"At this point I think you win, Rosie." He felt slightly bummed as she hadn't shown any signs of desperation other than tapping her foot.
"I know I do, I'm just that good!" She claimed sarcastically. She did a dance in place, almost mocking the pee dance but without her hands. She went over to Walker. "If I make it, you have to ask out your crush the next time you see her."
Walker felt fear shake his core. He knew she was gonna make it, and he would see her right there. He had gotten so caught up in watching Rosie for signs of desperation he had forgotten to prepare himself for the possibility of asking her out.
"Don't worry Walker, you'll be fine." She reached over and tapped his shoulder lightly, and instantly she regretted it. The vribation of slapping his shoulder recoiled and shook her whole body.
Walker could see it. Rosie's eyes immediately changed. Her smile was wiped from her face and her cheerfulness evaporated into the air. She took two steps back, as if she had touched an alien. She stepped back to the far corner behind the counter.
"Oh my gawd, oh my gawd!" She crossed her legs tight at the knees.
"Uhhhh, just hold it Rosie you'll be fine." Walker's attitude changed too, his priority quickly switched from getting arousal to making sure his crush was okay. She was most definitely not okay.
Rosie leaned the whole top half of her body over the counter. Her hands were clutched in her crotch.
"Walker i'm not gonna make it!" Rosie went into a total panic. Walker saw a customer approaching the door.
"Rosie you gotta stand up someone's coming in!" She barely managed to pull herself up from the counter. She placed her hands on the counter away from her crotch. Her whole lower half swayed side to side behind the counter. The customer who came in was a college age girl who approached the counter.
"Excuse is there a restroom here?" Rosie quickly through on a fake smile.
"No ma'am there is not, one of those things here." Rosie stammered out as she danced behind the counter.
"That sucks, I have been dying for a piss for an hour!" The girl stated.
"Sorry ma'am you'll have to go somewhere e-else." Rosie started tapping her fingers on the counter.
"What kinda place doesn't have a bathroom? I mean when someone's bladder is full they gotta go!"
"Ma'am, are gonna buy something?" Walker jumped in.
"I'm gonna buy something when I have somewhere to pee!"
"You're not helping your bladder by standing here and argueing ma'am. If it's that bad go find somewhere to pee." The girl turned angrily and marched out to her car.
"Thanks." Rosie barely managed to pull off a smile. "Walker, you do know I'm not gonna make it right?"
"Don't say that, you can decide whether or not you make it not your body, I think."
"I think you need to pay better attention in Biology class." Rosie joked as she once again grabbed her crotch. She attempted to double cross her legs but her boots made it so she could only cross one of either knees or ankles. She crossed her knees and began bouncing up and down in place.
Walker looked around, trying to figure out a way for Rosie to pee discreetly.
"Hey, Rosie! I'm gonna get those big jugs of water and let you pee in them!" Walker run over to the water jugs. He picked up the container that held all of them and tried to bring it over to the counter. "I am so gonna lose my job!" He yelled to himself, although it was quite loud. He brought it over but his plan was foiled, the container couldn't fit behind the counter.
"Walker, cars!" Cars pulled into the parking lot outside and Walker scrambled to bring the container back to where it was.
"Hey" He waved to customers coming in the door as he walked back over to the counter. When to Rosie and whispered to her. "I'll take the customers."
"O-okay, thanks." Someone walked up to the counter and Walker motioned him to come over. The line started to build up at the register. Someone went over to Rosie's register.
"Um, mister? Can you come over here please?" He motioned the man over.
"It's alright I got it." Rosie took two agonizing steps up to the counter, constantly moving her legs as she took the products and the money. "Th-thank you sir."
"Thank you ma'am!" The man walked out.
By 8:15 the store was empty and Walker was going around trying to think of something he could find Rosie to pee in. He tried as hard as possible to force the arousal thoughts from his mind but seeing her dance around was almost irresistible.
"C'mon asshole, she's not a pornstar." He yelled at himself as he kept glanced at her.
He heard the door open and a woman walked in. It didn't take long to recognize her. It was the woman from the week prior, wearing dress clothes again. Walker couldn't get to the register fast enough and the woman went up to Rosie.
"H-hi ma'am." Rosie had to hold on to everything around and drag herself to the counter. The woman gave her the pack of gum and the dollar.
"You remember me?" The woman asked Rosie.
"Yes ma'am, is that all?" Rosie couldn't stand still.
"Actually, hold on!" The woman grabbed a bottle of lemonade of one of the ice containers. She sent it on the counter hard it's content sloshed around inside. "Nothing like a good bottle of lemonade to clear your throat after a long presentation at work.
In that moment, Rosie was twelve again. She was at in lemonade stand. A man walked up and asked for lemonade and she started pouring it. As she watched it fall from into the pitcher into the cup, her bladder pulsed again. In her ear, she could hear Lynn's voice on the phone. Saying waterfalls! Waterfalls! Whoosh! Her bladder contracted, sending pee into her shorts.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh"Rosie had the heel of her left boot barely touching the tip of her right boot when it began. The stream let loose with some going straight to the floor and some going down her bare thighs. Her high socks that extended slightly past the end of her boots began soaking it up. Her panties were completely soaked and her skirt was wet on the edges. A massive puddle began forming at her feet and soaking the counter. Walker managed to get behind the counter to watch the pee as it ran down her legs and was awed by the sight. For almost two minutes he was mesmerized by the sight.
"Keep the change." The woman said as she turned to walk about. The woman threw the lemonade bottle in the trash as soon as she got outside. "Don't deny me a bathroom next time bitch." However, the woman realized too late that her own bladder had leaked at seeing Rosie pee and she had a massive wet spot on the back of her skirt . The woman began walking to her car as fast as she could in her heels but a bystander managed to snap a full picture of her wet rear end before she made it.
Inside, Rosie stood stunned at what had happened. She stepped away from the puddle, pee dripping from her boots as she lifted them up and down.
"R-Rosie are you okay?" Walker approached her.
"That was... I don't really know to describe it."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'm not really that mad."
"R-really? You mean, you enjoyed it?" Walker couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"In a way, did you enjoy it?" She put on a huge grin.
"Oh yes I did." They got closer. "I gotta tell you the truth, I think you're really cute. Would you wanna go out with me?"
"Yes! I absolutely would!"
"Comehere miss peepee!" Rosie and Walker got closer and kissed each other right on the lips. Walker pushed her hair back. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever met." He said as they spun in circles holding each other.
"And you're the most charming guy I've ever met." She placed her head on his shoulder.
"So, what time is the first date?" Walker said to her in her ear as she lay on his shoulder.
"You mean the second?" They both laughed.
"How about Sunday? I hear there's a new pizza place over by where my friend Pete lives."
"Sounds nice." They continued to hold one another. "You know what Walker?"
"Yes baby?"
"I wouldn't trade back a thing to not pee myself tonight."
"Niether would I."
Two hours later, while lying in bed Walker received a message from Rosie saying goodnight, and with that, his day was complete. |
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" Rosie unloaded her bladder into the toilet. It was still sore from her previous day holding and her morning load had felt three times heavier than usual. She pulled up old pair of running shorts she used for sleeping and realized she had leaked while she had been sleeping. Rosie was shocked, she never leaked not even during tests or long car trips.
She looked at her phone and saw it was 11:30 AM, meaning Walker had just started his shift at work. She felt lucky as she got to sleep in while he had to go to work. Although she couldn't take forever with her morning routine as she was going to hang out with Lynn at 12:15.
After showering she put on a red shirt, tight blue jeans and Boat Shoes. She pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail and took a picture of herself in her mirror to send to Walker. However she got a call from Lynn in the process.
"Ohhhhhh, Walker I wove you Walky" Lynn started the conversation off in the usual sarcastic way she would always start in.
"Yeah, yeah. Where should I meet you?"
"Behind the Elementary school."
"Is that legal?"
"Of course it's legal. If it was Waaaaalker you would go."
"Okay than." She ended the call and sighed. Everyone at school had always wondered how Rosie and Lynn were friends due to their radically different personalities. When they were in first grade they got put next to one another in class and somehow they had popped it off right there.
Rosie stepped out her front door and walked down her driveway. It was empty as her parents were work and she was an only child so she didn't have to worry about taking care of any siblings.
The sun beat especially hot as May was on it's way out and June was quickly creeping in. Rosie quickly turned around, went into her garage and grabbed a water bottle from the mini-fridge. Than she continued back on her way.
The Elementary school she had once gone to was only fifteen minutes from her house. When she arrived she saw Lynn turned in circles like an idiot.
"I'm free, free falling!" Lynn sang to herself.
"What are you doing?"
"Enjoying myself and not wasting my time asking rhetorical questions." Lynn stopped spinning and started pacing instead. She was wearing a pink and white flower shirt, black leggings and white high-top converse. "Where's the BF?"
"Work, and why would I bring him if I was hanging out with you?"
"I used to third wheel in seventh grade remember?"
"No"
"Because it wasn't with you, you didn't have a boyfriend!" Lynn spun herself around again on her toes, her short curly brown hair slightly swinging.
"How much caffeine did you have this morning?"
"Probably too much but oh well." There was a slight pause. "Oh boy, maybe I had too much." Lynn's hips swayed slightly.
"You alright Lynn?"
"Never felt, uhhh, uh better!" Lynn straightened herself.
"So what do you want to do?"
"We can go sneak into the Middle School play, it starts at 1:00.
"Eh, alright."
The two walked seven minutes from the Elementary School to the Middle School. There was a huge line going in the front door with a ticket booth selling tickets.
"Lynn, how much money do you have on you?"
"5 bucks, why?"
"We don't have to "sneak in" a ticket is $2. I can pay you back later."
"Hell no, I'm not spending any money to see middle school kids attempt to act! We're going in the back."
"Won't there be people back there?"
"This is a school play not a presidential inauguration." The two went around to where the back door of the school conveniently happened to be open.
"This feels kinda wrong." Rosie stammered slightly nervousnessly.
"Lighten up. We're not gonna caught." Luckily Lynn was right. The two managed to walk from the door to the auditorium fine. The two girls sat in the far back beyond even the small room set up for the camera filming the play for home DVDs. The nearest people to them were 12 rows ahead.
"What are we gonna do here?" Rosie was still worried.
"When you become a worrier? You've always had an optimistic attitude."
"Uhh, I don't know." Rosie felt a slight pang in her sore bladder.
"Looks like we ain't getting out of here until it's over." Lynn pointed at the doors to the auditorium we're now had staff members watching them. "They won't let us back in if we don't have tickets."
"Oh, great." Rosie felt her bladder strike again. One bottle of water was starting to feel like three.
About a half hour into the play and boredom had struck the two girls.
"You wanna leave?" Lynn was half slouched over in her seat.
"If we walk out past the staff they're gonna know we didn't have tickets."
"Shiiiit!" Lynn was now sitting up and looking on edge.
"Whats wrong?"
"I really gotta piss." Lynn grabbed at her crotch with her left hand.
"Yeah me too." Rosie reached down to loosen her jeans but she soon realized that wasn't happening with her belt on.
"What do we do?" Lynn was now panicking
"We either go past the staff and get ourselves in trouble or we hold it."
"I sure as hell ain't handing myself in." Lynn clutched her hands over her crotch. "I can hold it."
"That's what I though yesterday." Rosie whispered to herself as she dug her hands on her own crotch.
As the school play dragged on the two girls became increasingly desperate. Rosie's bladder felt ten times worse than it should have due to the soreness.
I'm an attemp to distract herself, Rosie scanned the crowd searching for people she knew. Unfortunately, the only person she found was the same college girl who had come into the store the night prior and argued with Walker over using a bathroom. She looked away before the girl could look over for fear of being recognized. The last thing her bladder needed was someone coming over and yelling at her due to not getting a toilet.
"Rosie I'm not gonna last five more minutes, let alone an hour. I NEED to go pee!"
"Yeah, me neither. I think we're gonna have to turn ourselves in." The two carefully stood up. Lynn lost several drops into her leggings while doing so.
"Ahhhhh" Lynn let out a small shriek, drawing attention of several nearby audience members.
"Yeah, sorry! Sorry!" Rosie covered for her friend who was too desperate to even speak. "Lynn you have to be quiet!" Rosie quietly snapped at her friend. Rosie leaked out of fear as they passed the middle school staff st the door but thankfully they weren't even suspicious. When they entered the hallway, a very angry Lynn yelled at Rosie.
"We could've left like a half hour ago!"
"How was I supposed to know!" Unfortunately, the bathroom had a large que of girls, including Walker's sister Hanna.
"Look it's my brother's girlfriend!" Hanna shouted, causing all the middle schoolers to giggle while Rosie turned red faced.
"Yeah, hi, hi."
"Do any of them actually need to pee?" Lynn commented noticing that none of the middle schoolers appeared even slightly desperate.
"Hey, guys could we get in front of you guys it's just that we really gotta go." Rosie attempted to get in front of the line, but it was a bad mistake.
"Waterfalls! Waterfalls!" The middle schoolers shouted as Rosie and Lynn squirmed in place.
"Rosie we can't stay here!"
"Let's go, there's a bathroom on the other side of the school." The two sprinted to the other end of the school, leaking the whole way there. However when they arrived, all they faced was more defeat as the bathroom was locked.
"Nonononononono!" Lynn threw herself the bathroom door, left hand spinning the knob in vain while the right slapped the door repeatedly. As the two continued to bounce up and down, a girl came around the corner. It was the college age girl.
"Did you two lock this bathroom?" The girl was as visibly desperate with her hands buried in the crotch of her white jeans.
"No, we're desperate too!" Lynn said not thinking twice.
"If I wet myself because you two locked the damn bath- wait a minute, I know you!" She pointed at Rosie.
"Uhh, no you don't." Rosie took several steps back, feeling her bladder push down harder each step.
"Arrgggghhhh!" The girl squirmed fast, more desperate than Rosie and Lynn put together. "Nooooo!" The girl began a light but steady stream. As she attempts to stop it in vain several of the middle school girls came around the corner.
"Oh my god she peed herself!" The girl ran off in tears leaving Rosie and Lynn desperate with a bunch of 14 and 13 year olds watching them.
"Were do we go now?" Lynn turned to Rosie.
"We gotta pee outside!" The two sprinted outside and ran into a corner.
"Oh thank god!" Lynn ran into the corner and began taking off her leggings.
"Lynn, wait!" Rosie struggled with her tight belted jeans. Lynn turned and pulled up her leggings- big mistake. Pee began flowing down Lynn's legs.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Lynn was mesmerized as she peed and Rosie decided to give in as well and flooded her jeans. After they finished the two made eye contact and started laughing hysterically. They stood up carefully to not get anymore pee on them.
"Lynn, take a picture of my wet jeans." Rosie looked down at her jeans which were completely soaked.
"Why?"
"Just do it!" Rosie handed Lynn her phone. Lynn walked a few feet behind Rosie and took the picture.
"Why'd you need that?" Lynn asked as she handed Rosie back her phone.
"Nothing special." Rosie went into text messages and went to Walker. She sent him the photo labeled "for you :)".
"You wanna go to my house to clean up, there's a path through the woods that will keep you from getting seen."
"Okay sure" And the two set off.
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19-year old Natalie Peltzer leaned against the outside wall of the middle school, sobbing to herself. She had been seen peeing herself by several middle schoolers and she was certain she had been sabotaged by a teenage girl. She pulled her hands from her face and saw a woman in roughly her late 20s approaching.
"Hello?" She asked the woman.
"Hello, I'm Christina Hannon. Last night I had a "run in" with the same teenage girl you did."
"Blonde hair?"
"Yeah, she works at that convenience store that everyone goes too. I was thinking you and me could share a similar goal." The 31-year old continued.
"What do you want me to do?" Natalie started smiling.
"Meet me tomorrow at Giordo's pizza, I think it's time she be put in her place." She then turned and walked away. |
March 2003
"And so on June 28th 1914 Archduke Franz Ferdinand was shot in his car in Sarajevo, Bosnia starting World War 1 and..." 17-year old Christina Hannon listened to her Social Studies teacher going on about some country she had never even heard of. She was in a private school, which meant two hour classes and the uniforms she hated. Tan jacket, skirt, black converse and high socks; the perfect cliche.
As her teacher moaned on, Christina started to feel an international incident brewing in her bladder. She attempted to raise her head, but her teacher slamming his hand in anger over whatever country he was talking about sent her hands down as she felt a sharp ping in her bladder. She held herself through her skirt, knees rubbing up and down along each other.
When the bell finally rang, she nearly lost it as she was startled at the sound. She attempted to make her way down the hallway, but she was intercepted by one of her "enemies" Kate Packowski.
"Where you off to in such a hurry."
"Please Kate not right now I really gotta get to my next class." Christina was bouncing up and down with her legs crossed.
"No I think somebody needs a tinkle. I remember what happened to me the first day of freshman year." She was referring to the event that had caused the problems between them in the first place.
"It wasnt my fault you couldn't find the bathroom!"
"Yes but how you humiliated and mocked me afterwards was. You ain't going to any bathroom!" She was cornered against the lockers. She tried to cross her legs and hold her self but she was rapidly losing control. Everyone around her was watching her, waiting for the moment. She could the pressure mounting, her bladder began to contract and the stream started to gush out...
14 years later
"Hello? Miss Hannon?" Christina looked up. Across the table was her "temporary assistant" Natalie Peltzer.
"Sorry, I was just getting lost in my mind there."
"I think the girl is here, over there in the hood." They looked over and saw a girl in a sweatshirt with the hood up sitting across from a dorky looking kid.
"That kid is always at the store with her." Christina tried to subtly look past Natalie's head. She looked back down at her phone on the table when the boy looked over.
"That's her boyfriend, his dad is on the town council."
"Does that mean they'll be at the town party next weekend?"
"Of course."
"I think we have our opportunity to take our revenge." In her head, Christina didn't know if she wanted revenge on the girl, or if it was really Kate.
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"Rosie, its seventy-four degrees outside and it's our first date. Take that stupid hood off." Walker looked slightly past his girlfriend's head at the two women sitting near the register.
"It can't be a coincidence that the two of them are here together."
"What would they even want with you anyways?"
"The older one is a business of some sort, she'll probably force me to push papers all day."
"C'mon, I doubt they're here for you."
"Yeah cause a woman in like her late twenties or early thirties is gonna hang out with a girl who just graduated high school less than a year ago."
"Look at me baby." He took her hand over the table. "You have nothing to worry about okay? I wouldn't let them do anything to you while I'm around." If it had been two months they had been together he'd probably be frustrated, but since it had been two days he was gung-ho on keeping her happy. "Besides, what kind of thirty something year-old woman has a grudge with a sixteen year-old?"
"You're right. I'm gonna use the bathroom really fast." She stood up from the table.
"Not on the floor this time, or your jeans? Referring to the prior two days.
"You know what? I'm not gonna go." She turned and smiled as she said it. Walker took hold of Rosie's hand led her out of the restaurant.
"You paid right?" Rosie joked.
"Nah I just decided not to."
"Wait, really?"
"Why does it say guillible on the front of the restaurant?" Rosie turned around.
"Omygawd I'm gonna hit you!" She gently slapped him.
"What? Didn't like my joke?"
"At least you paid."
"No I really didn't."
"Walker! You can't just do that!"
"You believed me again?"
"I... I'm done! Nope!" The two burst into laughter.
The two continued to walk down the sidewalk until they finally reached Walker's house. His sister Hanna was outside desperately trying to get in the front door.
"Oh my god why won't this fucking door open!" She was almost throwing herself against the door.
"You alright there?" Walker yelled up the stairs.
"Shut up asshole, stop trying to look cool in front of your girlfriend." She pulled herself off the door and placed her hands in her crotch. "I gotta pee!"
Watching Hanna hold herself reminded Rosie of her own need. She quietly crossed her legs without saying anything.
"Well, I don't have a key I was expecting you to have one and already be inside when I got home."
"I forgot okay! Don't blame me for being rushed this morning so you could be ready on time for your date!"
"I'm not blami- look just hold it okay Rosie has to pee too."
"Walker?!" Rosie gave him a light slap on his arm. Walker pulled her up real close.
"I just needed to calm her down alright." He pulled her even closer. "I'll bring you to the back yard you can pee there." The two went into Walker's backyard which was barely twenty feet.
"Kinda small don't you think?" Rosie looked down. She felt something under her sneaker. "What is that?" She lifted her foot to see a piece of green plastic sticking out of the ground.
"One of my old army soldiers. Pete, Hayden, John and I used to have wars with all of our toy soldiers in the back yard. I was the Americans, Hayden was the Chinese, John was the Russians and Pete was the North Koreans. There is probably dozens of those little things buried back here."
"Oh that's great." Rosie said sarcastically as she placed a hand on her crotch, almost stretching her athletic shorts as she crossed her legs. "Hurry please!" She wasn't going to wet herself for the third day in a row.
Fortunately, Walker's backyard turned into a forest twenty feet back. Rosie ran to get behind a tree.
"Walker, are you gonna turn around?" She was in a squating position.
"Uh, yeah, yeah." He turned and looked towards his house. He heard Rosie let out a deep sigh and pee hitting the ground. He almost started moaning as he listened to the stream hitting against the exposed tree roots. He heard Rosie pull up her shorts and he lost control and immediately pulled her close and kissed her, not caring if they stepping in pee.
In that moment, Hanna had come around the house and saw them. She attempted to say "oh my god" but her mouth moved with no noise and she stood with her legs apart. Huge mistake.
As she was struck by watching Walker and Rosie kiss, Hanna started unloading pee into her green jeans shorts without realizing it. Pee pooled at her feet going onto her feet in her sandals.
At that moment, Walker's dad arrived home. Without saying a word to his daughter who was speechless while looking down at herself, he unlocked the house and let the three go in. Hanna disappeared to her room while Rosie and Walker sat on the downstairs couch.
"Will she be okay?"
"Yeah she'll be okay, just give her time." He pulled Rosie's head up to his shoulder. "She's peed before like on car trips. Are you okay?"
"Im okay, what are we gonna do?"
"I'll see what's on the TV." And the two huddled close. |
"Do I look okay?" Rosie was getting picked up by Walker to go to the town's annual beginning of summer party. It was one week since Rosie's first accident and their boss had collided the store for the day.
"You... you look stunning." Rosie was in a blue dress with high heels and her hair curled.
"Lynn sent me a picture of her dress, she looks like a cherry it's so red!" Rosie jokingly mentioned her best friend.
"Yeah maybe if I had worn white we could've been the early 4th of July celebration trio."
"You kinda look like a lumberjack." Rosie pointed at Walker's plaid blue and red shirt.
"Yeah I think I underdressed. Either that or you overdressed."
"Taylor Simon looks like she's going to prom, she has a full dress on. I saw it on Instagram."
"Well, that's, that's unnecessary- we should probably like go my dad is waiting in the car, and he kinda has to be there since he's one of the hosts of the party." Walker took Rosie's hand and his dad honked the horn twice to prove his point.
The car mostly consisted of simple small talk and Walker's dad giving a long speech about responsibility. They arrived at 8:46, 15 minutes before the start of the party. Walker's dad headed inside while the two teens stood on the sidewalk in front of the catering place the town council had rented with their residents tax money.
"16+? What's the point of that?" Rosie pointed at the sign next to the door. "Seems kinda pointless, there's no alcohol here so why no children?"
"My dad is against the stupid 16+ rule but the other town board members threaten him that if it's not 16+ it'll become 18+."
The wind picked up and the June night actually became slightly cold. Rosie walked close to Walker and leaned on him. In her high heels she was about the same height as him. At 8:57 Lynn arrived with her older brothers.
"Is that Romeo and Juliet?" Lynn barked in her usual sarcastic attitude as she approached the two. Her red dress glittered in the light coming from inside the building.
"You didn't bring a guy? Your just gonna third wheel?" Rosie jokingly struck back.
"A few of those dickhead seniors tried to get me to go with them. I'm not a whore like Taylor, dressing up like prom and purposely going with the biggest and baddest senior kick to look cool."
"Well that was, blunt." Walker ironically pointed out bluntly.
"All jokes aside, you're okay with me Walker. Rosie needs a nice guy like you."
"Lynn he's taken." Noticing her friend was starting to go a little too far.
"Maybe she'll meet a dashing man at this party." Walker tried to diffuse the awkwardness.
"I'll be on the hunt." Lynn said unenthusiasticly. The trio kept going back and forth until a car pulled up and unveiled Rosie's worst nightmare.
The doors open and out stepped Christina Hannon in a dark black dress that exposed her left shoulder. Her 19-year old sidekick was noticeably missing. She approached some guys around her own age, giving Rosie a death stare every few seconds. If looks could kill, Rosie would be long wiped from the Earth.
"Ugh, it's 9:00 let's go in now." Walker noticed the opportunity to get his girlfriend out of the situation and took advantage of it. The interior was almost immaculate, the place had been made to be fit for a wedding. In the far corner, a crude wooden sign stated "bathroom" above the door.
For the first ten minutes Walker's dad and a bunch of other town council stood up and rambled on about the "Pride of our town's people" and some other nonsense no one really cared about. While the monologue took place, Walker's three friends entered the building. They saw him standing with Rosie and Lynn against the wall and came over. Right before they reached the talks ended and the place lit up with chatter.
Walker Ed saw his dad walk over and sit next to his mother who had been helping prepare the place all day, only realize his mother was crying at the sight of her little boy with a girl.
After a brief moment of turning red faced he turned back to his girlfriend and tried to ignore the embassment.
His three friends stood a few feet away from Walker, Rosie and Lynn laughing amongst themselves. Eventually, Pete came over to the three but what he did shocked them. He wasn't coming to talk to Walker or his girlfriend, he was coming to hit on Lynn.
"Hey there cutie." Pete leaned against the wall and ran his hand through his hair.
"Hey." Lynn seemed slightly off edge. "Is the bathroom available?" She pointed her finger and Walker could tell she wasn't just trying to escape. Lynn was lightly dancing her feet around.
"I dunno, why don't you ask Walker he's the one who likes the pee."
"What the hell?" Even though his girlfriend already knew he still was opposed to the idea of it being mentioned aloud by his friends.
"So that's why Rosie had me send that picture." Lynn had a lightbulb go off over her head. Walker and Rosie both stood with their faces beat red.
"Hey it's alright man, everyone has there own things that they're into, kinda like how I'm into this cutie right here." Pete turned back towards the desperate Lynn.
"I think my eventual boyfriend wouldn't approach a girl that's gotta go." Lynn crossed her legs.
"Well you're eventual boyfriend just did." Pete put on a smile, refusing to backdown.
"What are you the dashing rogue?" Lynn continued to test him, trying to see if she was gonna continue letting him come at her.
"No Im just the guy whose gonna impress you tonight." He got even closer.
"You don't have to act like one of those senior jock dicks I know you hate."
"I'm not acting like them, I'm giving you the choice."
"Alright, you know what. I'll give you your night Mr Petey." Lynn put on a defiant smile and placed her hands on her hips and went off with him.
"Well that was, odd." Walker pointed out the obvious.
"How did he get her again?" Rosie raised her eyebrow.
"Body language I've seen him do it before. I've just never seen him act so serious about it usually he goofs around with a girl more."
"Maybe he really likes her."
"I bet not as much as I like you." Walker smiled and gave Rosie a kiss.
About a half hour later Walker and Rosie went to use the restroom but found it locked. They headed outside to relieve themselves in the alleyway about twenty feet from the building with a convenient wall between them and the building. Walker relieved himself and Rosie was about to do the same when she heard loud footsteps only high heels could make. They looked around the corner to see Christina.
"Hey, what are you kids doing back there?"
"Ugh, nothing." Walker stepped out while Rosie crossed her legs behind him.
"Sounded like I heard liquid. I don't know, maybe I'm going crazy." She laughed and walked away.
"Oh my god Walker she's trying to make sure I don't pee. Is she still outside?"
"Ugh yep, she's on her cellphone next to the doorway." Walker came back from looking around the corner. "Look, you gotta stop Rosie. I doubt she's out to get you or anything okay. Just let it go."
"She wants me humiliated Walker! How have you not figured it out yet?!"
"Just stop okay! She's 31 she doesn't care about some teenager! Her little partner in crime as you thought is gone anyway you're just being rediculous!"
"No, what's ridiculous is that I'm peeing my pants for you while you discard my concerns. Are you gonna help me?
"Help you? How am I supposed to help you?"
"I know how. By not speaking to me ever again." Rosie turned and walked back into the party, Christina chuckling to herself and following behind.
"Son of a bitch!" Walker turned to the sodabottle that had been on the ground and kicked it. "God fucking damnit!" He placed his forehead on the wall next to him and covered. "Why did I have to be cursed with this fucking fetish! No convincing her to pee in the store no worry, nope could've just kept admired her from a distance which is more fun than losing her in a fucking week!" His ranting turned into sobs. He fell to his knees and placed his hands over his face.
After a few moments he heard a noise coming from the abandoned building behind him. He wiped off his face and went to investigate. He peered around inside and saw what looked a woman with a bag over her head in a white dress with her wrists tied to a pipe. The woman had a pool of urine at her crotch, most likely a result of being there so long. He carefully reached and pulled the bag from her head.
"Arrrgghhhh!" The woman shrieked from under the tape on her mouth sending Walker flying back. He readjusted himself and realized it was Natalie Peltzer. He pulled the tape from her mouth and let her speak.
"You have to stop that crazy bitch! She plans to make every female in that party pee themselves!"
"What are you talking about?"
"She used me, made it seem that she had a vendetta against your little girlfriend. She's going to humiliate every single woman and girl in there to make herself seem like the iron bladder."
"What? Why?" Walker was panicking. His mother, Rosie, and Lynn were all at risk.
"Listen to me, she's locked the bathroom and is gonna put a diuretic in all the beverages. You have to stop her!"
"Why is she doing this?"
"Something about her childhood or something. I guess as a kid she swore to never pee herself over something and wants to prove herself or something. I guess she took an oath."
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Make her break the oath!"
TO BE CONCLUDED... |
"Still locked, crap." Rosie attempted to pull on the door again. Someone had been the bathroom for almost forty-five minutes. She leaned against the wall and crossed her legs tight.
She looked over at Pete and Lynn who were standing laughing with one another, with Lynn barely able to stand still.
"Bathroom's locked?" Rosie turned to Christina behind her. She couldn't admit it but she held a strong jealousy for the body the woman had in her tight dress.
"Umm, yeah. I've been holding it for a little while." Rosie said as she was forced to re-adjust her whole body.
"Its no fun having to pee real bad huh? I just hope the person in the bathroom here gets out in time for all the people that need the restroom." Christina put on a devilish smile.
"What do you want? I don't do anything to you okay?" Rosie's voice held a strong sense of urgency in it due to her extreme need.
"When I was a girl I was forced to pee myself in front of everyone at school as some girl's sick payback for me making fun of her wetting herself, and now two weeks ago you deny me a restroom in your store causing me to pee myself in my car, and causing me to have a wet spot that some perverted fuck in a hood took a picture of the next week."
"I didn't cause that! I peed myself you watched it happen!"
"Oh yes you peed yourself for your little pervert boyfriend, how cute. Why don't you try having to drive home for 45 minutes in wet underwear being reminded of your childhood torment. Now you are gonna humiliate yourself here, as is your little friend in the red dress and as will all the poor people who drink from the punch." Christina ended her mologue and looked over at the punch bowl. "Say anything, and tickle you until your bladder explodes right now." She turned and walked over the bowl. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small bag most likely filled with crushed up diuretic pills.
Rosie cupped both of her hands over her crotch, desperately trying to hold on. She carefully stepped from foot and foot, which was not easily with both high heels and a full bladder.
In that moment, Walker came into the building. He looked Rosie dead in the eyes and ran over to her.
"Babe I'm so sorry!" He gave her a hug. "I found her partner tied up outside we gotta stop her. She has the keys to the bathroom."
"What are we gonna do?" Rosie was almost unable to stand.
"Uhhh, uh I need you to distract her okay?"
"How do I do that?"
"Just try to keep her attention." The two made their way over to where Christina was standing.
"Hey, you know I should tell you a story about me peeing." Rosie got Christina's attention.
"Oh really? What's that?"
"Well you see, when I was twelve..." Walker snuck around Christina. He saw something at her rear end and grabbed for it.
"What the fuck? This pervert just touched my ass!" Christina screamed, getting the attention of everyone in the party.
"Hey, Walker Mitchell what's going on here!" It was Walker's dad.
"Everybody, this woman has put diuretics in the punches and is waiting for you all to drink it."
"Why would you say something so stupid? Why would I want to do that?" Unfortunately, Christina had fairly decent acting skills.
"Because you want to humiliate everyone in here to justify yourself over something that happened years ago. If you say there's no diuretics in the punch, why won't you drink a cup?"
"Walker you stop this right now!" His father yelled again furiously.
"I believe him. And I say she should have a drink!" Pete said.
"So do I!" Said John, Hayden and Lynn. A few people around them started to agree and soon most in the party had rallied.
"Go on, have a drink." Walker did his best Vana White imitation with his arms.
"Fine, I'll have a drink." Christina took a full plastic cup full and downed it in one gulp. Walker stood watching while Rosie stood fidgeting behind him.
Within in sixty seconds Christina started to look anxious and bite her lip. Walker did a hand signal behind him while Rosie and Lynn escaped outside to relieve themselves.
After about 100 seconds Christina crossed her legs and had to wipe sweat off her brow. Walker noticed her hand starting to twitch. She looked up at the ceiling and started to mouth something.
At three minutes Christina nearly toppled backwards when her heel almost landed wrong on the floor as she stepped back. She closed her eyes tight and looked at the floor.
"You win! I did it! I did i! I put diuretics in the punch!" She turned and walked as quickly as se could to the bathroom. She reached back for the stolen bathroom keys. "What?!" She reached into her pocket but there was nothing.
"Looking for something?" Walker dangled the keys in his hand, revealing why he had gone behind her bum.
"Shit, shit." She attempted to sprint outside but an elderly man held the door shut alongside Rosie and Lynn. "Someone stop this insanity!" She yelled as the partygoers bombarded her with unsympathetic looks.
"You stand alone." Walker's father firmly stated. Christina grabbed at her crotch and stepped around all around her but her bladder was winning.
"Aggghhhhhhhh!" The woman's urethra unleashed the yellow flood into her panties and Christina was defeated.
Police sirens were heard outside. Several officers entered the building alongside Natalie who had a jacket wrapped around her waist.
"Christina Hannon you are under arrest for the kidnapping of Natalie Peltzer!" One of the officers yelled before escorting her out in handcuffs. Walker and Rosie following slightly behind watching. Right before she loaded into the car, a female police officer clearly of high rank held up her hand.
"Let her go." The woman ordered the two officers escorting her.
"Kate?" Christina looked up.
"I never wanted it too come to this Christina. All I had wanted back in High School was to redeem myself, clearly now you wanted the same thing. But I found revenge isn't the answer. I'm offering you a pardon, as I feel you've already faced your punishment. Leave this city and never come back."
"Uhh, yes, yes." Christina ran to her car and drove off.
"You kids okay?" One of the officers asked Walker and Rosie.
"Yeah we're fine, could we just have a moment?"
"Uhh, yeah of course." He walked away.
"Rosie, I, I'm sorry I'll do anything to make it up to you okay?" He placed his hands on her waist.
"You already have made it up to me Walker." She smiled before the two leaned in and kissed.
"Rosie, I love you."
"I love you too." They took each other's hands and walked inside.
"What's this?" Walker pointed at Pete and Lynn who were also holding hands.
"It just happened you know. She asked me and I said yes." Pete said confidently.
"You asked me Peter." Lynn give him a light tap on the elbow.
"Been a long time since I heard someone call him Peter."
"There's for everything huh." The four shared one big hug before Hayden and John joined in.
"I'm proud of you son." Walker's dad came over.
"My little bo... I mean my grown up man." Walker's mom came in.
"It wasn't just me, it was you people, thank you; all of you." Walker looked around at everyone at the party.
"Whose gonna clean up the pee?" Someone asked before they all erupted in laughter.
Six months later
"Merry Christmas!" Walker yelled the passerbyer going past his house. Him and Rosie were outside in Santa hats.
"Kids, why don't you come inside it's freezing out here!" Walker's mom yelled.
"One second mom!" He yelled before leaning in to whisper something to Rosie.
"I made cookies!" His mom yelled.
"I guess that second just got a whole lot shorter." He said and the two went inside. His dad and Hanna were arguing about something jokingly.
"You're making that up dad, I'm not stupid."
"No you can ask Walker a woman peed herself during the start of summer party."
"I think you're full of shit dad."
"Language!" Walker's mom shouted before turning to Walker and Rosie. "You two gonna have some? These are warm and fresh."
"Heck yeah." Walker said before sitting down.
About ten ten minutes later the couple went back outside but behind the house this time. They got behind a tree and Walker laid down next to a tree while Rosie stood with her legs spread above him in her skirt.
"Ready?" Walker asked her.
"Yep." Rosie replied before letting her stream loose.
THE END |
*Hey, guys. So I made a promise a while back that I would be contributing to the fan-fictions and fictions here but have yet to post anything! To honor that late promise I will be... doing that now. THIS is my new/old promise! Without further ado...
I am a monster. I get that now.
...
And they are weaker. I understand that too.
So why don't these thugs run? Don't they exhibit a survival instinct? She thought to herself as the first of these "thugs" came at her with a "Freeze! Put your hands in the air."
She does as she was told. As the undercover officer goes around to cuff her hands behind her back, she makes her move. She grips both his hands with her own, sending him backwards crying in pain as his hands seemingly explode with blood bursting out of every vessel.
Guess the old man's teachings were wrong.
The ability you've just witnessed is called Blood on Hands, an ability that allows the user to inflict (a) hemorrhage(s) through skin-to-skin contact.
BANG!
"Gah!" She yelped as the shot tore through her left shoulder, passing through her full head of long, dark hair. You'll pay for that. She thought to herself.
She lunges at the shooting officer with tremendous speed and make like she was going to hit his face with a right hook. He half-block-half-dodges it with both his hands up, hoping to block the blow. He did but then was taken by surprise as he immediately felt pressure on his chest. Her left hand was right where his heart is!
"ARGH!!!" He cried briefly as he was pushed away and his uniform darkens at the chest with blood.
Shit, that hurts. She thought. I've got to get out of here.
With that, she rushes out the front door of her favorite Mexican grill restaurant, Chipotle. Wait, hold up. She walks back inside (to the first officer's terror) and then grabs her soda drink before taking her leave once again. There we go. Now THAT could've been a disaster. She thought to herself as she downs the Mountain Dew and runs into the darkness of the night.
"What happened?" The chief asked.
"She's here," replied Officer Todd. "Hemera, the She-devil, is here."
He passes out.
(Five hours after the incident)
Hemera, a twenty year-old demon with a vampire-kind of tan, was walking down a lonely road all by herself. it was nighttime. Picturesque and countryside-like, a single street light illuminated the surrounding isolated area. There was a house on her right with the light and on her left was... well, still a bullet wound but further beyond was a hill leading down to a small river covered with trees. She hugged herself as the cold was finally starting to get to her. Once directly under the light she turns her head to catch her slight reflection in the house's windows. She stood at five feet eight inches and was a holy sight to behold in her red dress, a demonic apparel that was made to look like regular human clothing. She wore, with it, black heels that were just regular human footwear and a black choker, as it is in popular fashion. She had looked at herself because the house seemed empty and abandoned. Her facial features are perhaps her most valuable assets. He looks cute when she doesn't try and sexy when she does.
I should stop. She thought before striking a pose. But I'm really hot.
With a smile she then continues walking. Not a fourth step into her continuation she felt a sharp pang in her bladder.
"ahh," she moaned quietly. She touches her stomach before tracing her hand down to her crotch, pressing into it slightly. Her smile grows as what she had hoped would happen happens: she'd become desperate for a pee. Almost as soon as the urge struck her her panties became damp from heat. She swings her butt as if she's at her limit while contemplating on what to do next.
Now's not the time, though. I've still got to focus on regenerating my shoulder. Mhm. Then I'll figure out how I want to pee myself. Maybe I should go check out the house while I can. Might be a good place to hide and heal up. Mhm.
She gave herself once hard squeeze before turning back around and heading towards the house.
"Excuse me. Is anybody here?" Well, that was stupid, she thought. There's no way anyone would be living her-. The door opens.
Well, shit.
Behind the door was a tall, young man (most likely in his twenties as well) with blond hair and a... pretty big junk?
No, wait, she thought. That's a colt single action revolver. Damn you, darkness, for besmirching my mind like that.
Just then, another sharp pang struck her bladder. She froze. She thought she must've showed some sort of fear reaction too because the man immediately started apologizing to her.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I just thought you were trying to rob me or someone trying to rob me or something. Here, let me help you."
"Ah." He must be talking about my wound, she thought. He invited her inside. Maybe i should kill him now when he's not looking so I can have the whole house to mysel-.
"You must be hungry. Here, have some food while I go get some gauze," he says as he produces two sticks of bread and half a pitcher of lemonade... weird.
"Thank you." I might as well fill up a bit more for later, she thought to herself as she proceeds to drink the lemonade first, sitting at his dinner table. There were candles in the middle of it that lit up most of the room fairly well but a little too brightly for her taste. An old, gray couch sat diagonally across from her right, facing in the same direction as she is at a very old fireplace. Its coffee table looks way too short to be as useful as a coffee table. It didn't look right at all, the room she was in.
...
... This isn't lemonade.
What, the... ffuuuucccccc... She collapses onto the floor. A small hiss accompanied the sound of her crashing as her bladder emptied itself into her panties and then her dress. Dark yellow rivers run their messy course down the sides of her legs. Some make their way around the curvature of her butt. The puddle stretches across the wooden floor, reaching up to just below where her breasts lie.
(Four hours later)
... Mhm, but I don't want to change into diapers... what the...? She finally wakes up. Where am I...?
"She-devil!" A voice boomed.
Ah, she remembers. What she doesn't remember, though, is the strange feeling of emptiness that she's feeling right now. Uh-oh. She looks down to find herself stained. She blushes deeply.
"You disgust me. You creatures of the night and shadows have no place here on Earth. Hell is where you belong. You..." She couldn't listen to him talk anymore. Her embarrassment was getting the better of her as she squirms around in her chains and shackles. Ah, and she almost forgot about those. She was locked inside a kind of homemade prison cell with only the two sticks of bread the man had given her. How kind.
But how did he figured it out so quickly? She thought to herself.
"Judging by the confusion on your face you must be wondering who I am and how I had beaten you," he says. "I am an angel. My name is Baron the Witchhunter."
This is so embarrassing, Hemera thought. To be caught by a lowly angel who's only a witchhunter! What's worse, I've managed to wet myself in front of him when I should've done so in my own privacy! Her blushing only got deeper and deeper as she feels another urge coming up to her. It would be very soon... |
*Thanks! I'm also interested in writing other stories and KINDS of stories too so I might go and do just that sometimes. For now, I'm going to see where this is headed...
(1:58 am)
As her eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, Hemera starts to make out her captor's new appearance. Baron was now wearing a silver chainmail armor with a matching silver sword in his right hand and a silver helm as he stands over her. His hips hold a holster with his gun in it, a silver revolver. Aside from the historically scandalous look, she really is kind of scared.
"Wait, what's going to happen to me?" She asked.
He cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean? Do you really think you could feign innocence to anyone after all you have done? Your fate is for you to be executed and nothing less will satisfy m-."
"What time is it?"
"... If you must know, we are in the second hour of ante meridiem," he answered.
Did he change his speech or something? She thought. Anyway, I've got to get out of here. With that, Hemera shifts both her palms towards Baron and blasts him with a dark shade of linear projection.
"Hahh!"
"Oof!" None other than the sound of speeding air suddenly fills the room for a brief second before disappearing. In an instant, Baron flies backwards across from the cell into a drywall from behind him. The sound of crashing wood pulp thunders through the room.
The ability you've just witnessed is called Light of Nyx, a quasar of a shadow that shreds mortal flesh like paper but can only be used at night.
"Ahh, ahhh... ahhhhh," she breathed heavily. Damn, that was WAY too taxing on my body. I need to take a break. But as soon as she lets her guard drop, a massive wave of unholy desperation hits her bladder.
"Hiii!" She squealed quietly before bending over. Wha-what is this? That move shouldn't have THIS much e-effect on my bladder! She puts her right hand over her quivering pee hole as droplets of her hot pee threaten to escape. Fighting against spasms upon spasms, she readies herself to stand with her left hand on one of the iron bars.
Come on, Hemera, you've got this! A demon like yourself, who strikes fear into the hearts of men, shouldn't even be in this mess!
*Spurt.
Her eyes stretch nearly into ovals as she feels herself losing a bit of control. She blushes heavily. Her dark hair begins to sway in motion with her legs. The faint but lingering smell of pee from before did nothing to help her predicament. Under normal circumstances, she would've enjoyed this oh-so much but now she's in a situation where her pride was on the line. She couldn't uncontrollably wet herself twice!
"Mhmmmm," she whines. Ever so close to her goal of standing, another wave hits. The shock from the surprise causes her to lean towards the cell bars.
Ahh, this is b-bad. I can't even stand by myself anymore. What should I do? Huuuu... w-wait a minute! I need to hold on. What if I use the bar like this....? She positions herself so that she has her crotch pressed firmly against one of the bars. Her dress could not be removed out of the way in time before her sweats start to stain it even further, the gusset of her panties would be the first to drench.
Now that that's taken care of (temporarily, at least), I have to find a way to get out of here. The Light of Nyx only affects the flesh, not inanimate objects. If I want to get out I need to get the Witchhunter's attention.
...
... Oh, that's right, she thoughts. Suddenly, she hears some footsteps. Small and from afar but definite, they were there. Reality finally hits her that she was still positioned rather suggestively.
But i-if I let go, I might... 'l-let go', she thought to herself. Alas, there was no decision to be made, she had to do it. At least, this way, she'd have some privacy to herself. She slowly drops down on her bums and let go.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Her moaning was a bit louder than she had hoped but it was all so WORTH IT. She didn't even think to pull her dress up or her panties aside before succumbing to the call of nature. Her pee makes a small pool on and between her thighs as the rest soaks her dress once again. Much of it also makes its way down over her pussy, some goes as far as her butt. Needless to say, there was a massive puddle.
"hello?" Asked a tiny little voice, putting an end to the state of bliss that she was in. From the right corner of the room comes a figure of child-like proportions... actually, it is a child. Embarrassment takes over as Hemera understands that she was about to be discovered in (twice) wet clothing.
Huh? Something feels off, she thought. There was something strange about the boy, not particularly about how he looks but more about... his essence. He'd yet to see her. The little boy, appearing to be about eight to ten years old, only seems to notice Baron as he lays still.
"...oh... huh?" Finally, the boy notices Hemera.
As embarrassing as it is, I need this kid's help or I'll never get out of here, she thought.
"Hey there, little guy. Can you help me out?"
"...uhh," he replies.
"It'll only take a second," she said. "Pretty please?"
"What happened?"
"Oh, um, so my friend over here was trying to help me out because a bi-I mean, a... small... witch's cat had trapped me in here. But just before he could open the door, it came back and pounced on his face! That's why he crashed through the wall. But the cat fell too, slipped because... he couldn't hang on. And he disappeared just like that, he disintegrated!" It was, perhaps, the biggest and most difficult to believe lie she had ever told but she was desperate... now in another sense.
"Okay, I believe you," the boy says.
Huh?
"What can I do to help?"
"Oh, uh, I think he may still have the key on him could you check?"
"Sure, no problem. Should I wake him up too?"
"Nonono, that's okay! He really needs his rest."
"Oh, okay... hmm... aha! I've found it!"
"Good job, little guy! Now open this door for me!"
"Sure thing."
YEEESSSSS!!! She thought. As the door opens, she swears she could feel his gaze upon her condition, which extremely embarrasses her, and she blush. Mercifully, he doesn't say anything or ask about it.
"Alright, let's go."
"Wait, hold on."
"Hmm?"
"Can you come with me and my sister?"
"What do you mean? Why?"
"We know you're a demon."
"... What?"
"Yeah."
...
... Why does everyone seems to have a way of detecting demons all of the sudden?
"It'd pleases us greatly if you'd go! We just want to play and we've never played with a demon before."
"Well... you did help me out a bit there."
...
...
"Fine, I'll come along but can you at least tell me what you are?" At the very least, this should be interesting. It's not like I have somewhere to be, anyway.
"I'm a ghost and me and my sister are twins! Come on, she's waiting upstairs in the entryway. She's going to be so surprised! And she loves surprises!" |
*And we're back to our regularly scheduled posting! By the way, if you guys want to see something happen later on, feel free to ask! and share your opinions!
(2:17 am)
"Hiya! My name is Alex! It's nice to meet you!" Says the little girl standing in the doorway.
"And my name is Alex, too!" Says the boy Alex.
"...uhh..." What were the parents of these kids like? Hemera thought.
"Oh, no. Not the number two! I meant that my name is Alex... too!"
"He meant, 'also'," says the girl Alex, giggling.
"Same difference!" Says the boy Alex, pouting.
"... Well, that's neat...?" They both nod their heads in unison.
"Okay, then. Where do you want to -."
*Gasps. "I know, I know! Let's go to the woods over there and play!" Says the twins, also in unison. Together, they point to the hill sloping downwards from across the house. Giant trees make it so that anyone and/or anything under it would be under a second sky but of shadows. As if on cue by their gazing, branches on the trees move as a soft wind blows eerily through and the air feels colder to the skin (though that might very well be because of Hemera's wetted womanhood, legs, and clothes).
Meh, I've felt worse, she thought to herself.
"Alright, kids. Let's go."
"Yeah!" They replied.
(Thirty minutes later)
Mhm. Although the bullet wound on my shoulder has completely disappeared, I'm still feeling really tired. The regeneration process was supposed to take a toll on my stamina but it should have stopped. Maybe I've overdone it a little with the witchhunter, Hemera thought.
"Hmm? Excuse me, miss," says the girl Alex. "Are you feeling okay?"
Miss? Oh, wait. That's right. I haven't told them my name yet.
"If you need a rest, we'll be okay."
"Nonono, you can't be tired yet! We've still got to play!" Says the boy Alex.
"Don't be so rude! She can't help it if she needs a potty break," says the girl Alex. Hemera immediately blushes at her statement. "She's not like us."
"Oh, okay. If it's a potty break then we can definitely wait for you."
"No, that's not it! I'm just really, really tired and sleepy," Hemera says in her defense.
"But... you said you'd play with us. We've never played with a demon before," says the boy Alex.
"I'm sorry but even demons need their rest. We can play in the morning."
*Groans. "But I don't want to play in the morning!"
"Wait, I think I've got an idea," says the girl Alex.
"What is it?" He asks.
"What if we perform the transformation ritual?"
A transformation ritual? Hemera thought. With her current time, she have had plenty of opportunities to perform a demonic transformation ritual herself but (because she prefers the company of human and her mortal good looks) she had decided not to go through with it. Power was not worth the happiness that she has by finding comfort in kind and exciting strangers. In fact, she wouldn't ever give it up for anything else. Though, as of late, she had been running into trouble with the police of the area.
*Giggles. "We should! You're right, we should!" The boy Alex replies.
*Giggles. "Yeah."
"Wait, what's this ritual about?" Hemera asks.
"It's a transformation ritual that will grant you the passive ability of sleeplessness," she replies.
"Basically, you'll never have to go to sleep again and you'll still feel great!" The boy Alex says.
Amazing! With something like that I'll have saved plenty of time to explore the entire world!
"Let's get started, right away," the girl Alex says. After they've gathered some objects for the ritual (fruits and berries, leaves, pine cones, etcetera) they proceed to the incantation. A brief enchantment later and it was already done.
The ability that Hemera had just gained is called Immortal Embodiment, an ability that allows the user to stay awake for as long as he/she wants until he/she goes to sleep.
"Wow, it works! I don't feel sleepy anymore," Hemera thought.
*Giggles. "Then let's go!" The boy Alex says.
"Let the game begins!" Says his twin.
"Wait, what game? What are the rules? Hey, you guys?" But they are gone. Hide-and-seek it is, then.
Only in the quietness of the trees does Hemera finally realize that she is up against an impossible task: to find two ghosts who are hiding from her. As she approaches a small river, however, her bladder awakens suddenly. Though not a very strong urge, it is there once again.
What? How is this even possible? Is my bladder really that small? She thought to herself. No, of course not. It must be starting to become overactive after everything that had happened back at the house.
Just then, a figure darts out of a bush nearby and closes in on her! Under normal circumstances, she would have no problem dodging a kid trying to scare her. Here, her bladder decides for her that she is going to stand there as the surprise causes her to pee a measurable stream straight onto the front of her dress.
"Ahh!" She yelped while holding on to her pride (or what's left of it) with both of her hands. Then, before she could remember, she falls to the ground with some impact as the boy Alex 'tackles' her (if tackling includes pulling on to another person's clothing). With Hemera down, he goes to hold her in her place while a second figure appears from behind a tree.
W-wait, what are they doing?! She thought. She was quickly answered, though, as the girl Alex jumps on Hemera's left side and begins to tickle her vigorously.
"Hahahahaha, no - please st-stop - hahahaha!" But there simply is no stopping, not even when the faint hiss of Hemera's bladder emptying itself into her panties could be heard as clearly as the current that constantly moves in the river. When the flow finally stops, the twins burst out laughing, uncontrollably too.
"We're - haha - sorry - hahaha!" Said the girl Alex.
"We - hahaha - couldn't help ourselves!" Said her twin.
"The ritual that we did did a little more than end your sleepiness. In return, you had to give up whatever adult control you have over your bladder." Hemera is mortified!
Oh, COME ON! At this rate, I'm going to have to burn this dress! With that thought (and an empty bladder), she then begins to contemplate her revenge plans when all of the sudden, a massive roar rips through the trees.
*RRROOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR.
*Spurt.
Correction, now she has an empty bladder. |
*Yeah, it's about time for her bladder to take a break! I was planning on it, too, but was also worrying about how some people doesn't like it. But I want to try for a messing update every two or three posts. This is going to be one of them!
"... what was that?" Asked the girl Alex.
*RRROOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR, it replies with. To Hemera, somehow, it invokes a familiar feeling - the sound, not the wetness. Yet, she had never heard of such a monstrosity of a roar in the human world.
So this could only mean one thing, she thought to herself.
"It's a demon," says the boy Alex. "And it doesn't want to play."
"We have to get out of here! Come on, miss, you have to get up!" Says his twin, snapping Hemera out of her trance. That's right, she had to get up because, whatever this thing is, it's not family. She gets up on her feet.
"Alright, follow me," she says. "And don't give it any thoughts. Some demons feed on the negative emotions of others and some feed on dark thoughts."
"So... it can't hurt us if we're happy?" Asks the boy Alex.
"Yes." And with that, they start walking. From the opposite of them, the river starts to disappear within the trees. Yet, Hemera couldn't shake off the feeling that she's still being followed.
*Gurgles.
... By another kind of monster.
Oh, no. Not now! She thinks to herself as her bowels start to churn. She hadn't gone in a day and a half but just today, JUST within this decisive hour of life or death, she gets nature's return call. Her butt twitches as a fart escapes her hold.
*Pfffttttt.
It was a long one.
*Snickers.
"Ewww," says the twins between giggles.
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Hemera is mortified. Not only did she just pass gas but, as she moves along, she could feel quite a skid mark...
Never in my fucking life, she thinks to herself as she blushes aggressively. The twins does nothing to provide her comfort as they snickered away from behind, nearly doubling over just like her. She HAS to void her bowels soon. It is coming like a train on an intestinal track that is heading to her hot-ass Texas, down South, and threatening to cross the border, that is her panties, to visi-.
*Pppfffffttttttt.
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That was a much longer one and the great damage is the evidence. She immediately sends her hands back to cover her butt as she could no longer hide her predicament and, as she does so, she feels a small lump through the soggy bottom of her dress. Accidentally, she presses on it, sending shivers up her spine as one of its tips slides (slightly) back in. But in the middle of her VERY personal conflict (shame on you for reading this one and shame on me for writing it), she hears a familiar voice...
"HALT, DEMON! I WILL CUT YOU WHERE YOU STAND!" Bellows a Baron in a ripped chainmail. Where she stands, Hemera is about eye level with his crotch and bending forward with her hands still cupping her backdoor to smelly hell. Slowly, with beads of sweat starting to show, she meets with him eye to eye. Baron seems to be focused on her and her alone but when voices (like snickers) come to quiet, the change in the atmosphere causes him to look around. And he finally meets their gaze.
"Children...? You would even take young, defenseless children to go feed the Darkness?" He questions.
*Gurgles.
She replies. He is not amused.
"Despicable witch! Disgusting wretch! First you waste your water in your own clothes and now you seek to empty your bowels? REVOLTING!" Baron yells.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh..........."
*Gurgles.
"Stop your borborygmus this INSTANT or I will do it for you!"
...
*Pfffttttt.
"THAT'S IT!" He says as he raises his sword and -.
*RRROOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR.
It shakes off the leaves of the trees surrounding it as the shadow demon steps out from under the shades of the darker shadows. Its eyes, three round eyes, are red and its form is Goliath-like. It is no ordinary shadow demon to Hemera's instincts. It is an EVOLVED shadow demon. And that's too much for Hemera.
"Huuu... ahhh, hahhh............... nooo... nnnggg," she grunts in vain as she begins to poop herself. Her butt bounces to a slow descent as her anus opens up and solid wastes sag themselves into her panties. Her eyes begin to water for the first time in a long time while her chest pushes out to let her go more easily. Lastly, she starts to pee herself, too. There is only little but they snake down her legs anyway.
"S-so, this isn't your master, huh?" Asks Baron as he stares the creature down. "You seem incapable of helping me or the children so you shall stay where you are! I will slay this monster before I come for you," he says before flanking the evolved shadow demon on its right.
"Pssst, hey," the girl Alex whispers. Hemera can't turn her head. Being embarrassed makes it too hard for her. The twin doesn't notice it, though, and only think that she is ignoring them.
"Come on, we're sorry for taking it too far. We'll help you restore your adult control, though, we promise!" Says the boy Alex.
...
"We don't have time for this so, really, come on!"
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"Dang it, we don't have time for this," says his twin before she reaches up from under Hemera's dress and yank her panties down, causing her to yelp in surprise.
"Hiiiii-!" he cuts her off short by placing his hands over her mouth.
"Look, we know a couple of hiding places that we can go to where you can clean up too so let's go," the girl Alex says before making Hemera step out of her panties and dragging her away.
...
"I want a new pair of panties," she finally says. |
*So I was thinking about either moving this to the Interactive Stories section as an interactive story or starting a new story that's going to be an interactive story. What do you guys think?
(4:20 am)
"We're here," says the girl Alex as they stand before a normal-looking tree.
It may look like a regular tree but my senses are telling me that there is something more to it, Hemera thinks to herself. "What is it?"
"It's a magical tree!" Says the boy Alex.
...
"It's a memory tree - only accessible by ghosts like us. This one is special because it contains the memories of our home," says the girl Alex.
"Oh, does that mean that you two used to live in the woods?" Hemera asks.
"Yeah! Now let's go."
"Wait, go where?"
"Just grab onto our hands," she says before the three are all holding on to each other. "Here we go." With that, the area surrounding them becomes invaded with a ghostly mist as Hemera suddenly feels impossibly sleepy.
Wait, she thinks. But... how.........?
"We're finally back!" Says the boy Alex.
"See that cabin over there...? Oh, she's sleeping," says his twin as she turns around to see Hemera in her state of commando. She is sprawled out, on her back, among the colorful, fallen leaves of autumn (as it was so long ago). Her knees rest on one another in equilibrium as her legs makes a pose that's like she has to hold it in. Her dress is totally useless in hiding anything below her waist.
"Uuu... how shameful," exclaims the girl Alex as she blushes a little bit. "We have to get her inside."
"Wah...? Oh, y-yeah. Of course. Good idea, sis," says her twin, feeling weird all of a sudden. They bring her into their cabin home where they set her on a bed (and the girl Alex covers her up quickly against the boy Alex's indescribable emotion).
"So... what now?" He asks his sister.
"Hmm, I don't know," she replies.
"Wanna play tag?"
"No. Actually, I think we should try to find a way to help her to not pee and poop herself again like we promised."
"How are we going to do that?"
"I don't know. Maybe there's a book on it. Let's go into our room and check together."
"Alright." A candle flickers softly in the bedroom as the twins search for a curse-lifting book together, the daybreak becoming more and more prominent as its light starts to add to the coloration of the cabin.
"Let's see her... Witches Weekly, Witches Illustrated, New Witch Times... nothing," says the girl Alex.
"I can't find anything either," her twin replies.
"What should we do now?"
"Hmm... actually, what about... these?"
"But they don't really help to solve the problem."
"Do you have a better solution?"
"No. Alright, let's do it."
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Hemera wakes up slowly with the comfort of the bed that she is in, her pretty (messy) hair sliding across her shoulders as she gets up.
Wait a second, why am I here? She asks no one in particular. Wait another second. Fearfully, she checks the surface of the blanket for a wet spot. Nothing.
"Thank the - wait a minute." She drops a hand down to her crotch to feel.
"WHY THE HELL AM I WEARING A DIAPER?!!!"
"Oh, she's awake," says the boy Alex.
"Did you two do this?"
"Well, we did say that we were going to fix it so... ta-da!" Says the girl Alex.
*Sign.
"Oh, and just to clear up any confusion, you're in the tree that we were looking at before you went to sleep."
"Wait, why did I go to sleep anyway? I thought that ritual was to make me never have to go to sleep again."
"That's what it did but whenever there's two combating types of magic involved, one always goes home the victor. Here, it's the memory tree."
"If that's the case then shouldn't my curse be lifted too?"
"No, that'd be like you're making a fire to keep yourself warm at the cost of some wood but when a gust of wind blows it out, you're then asking to have your firewood back."
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"It's o-okay if you get mad but we're really sorry and we didn't mean for it to get out of hand! We just wanted to play with you!" Says the girl Alex.
"No, I'm not mad," Hemera replies.
"... Huh?" Barely noticeable, Hemera's fidgeting stops completely.
"I... umm... think I might've... wet my diaper while I was sleeping," she says while blushing a darker shade of red than that of a red leaf on the ground outside the bedroom's window. She is glowing radiant.
"I need a change."
"I can help you!" The boy Alex asks almost enthusiastically.
"I meant that I just need another diaper!"
"Wait, you don't hate them? Why would you want to change into another one?" His twin asks.
"O-of course I hate the! It's just that... ah, I don't want to be indecent by wearing nothing under once we head out again." At this, the girl Alex nods her head in understanding and goes to hand Hemera another diaper.
"By the way, where are these diapers coming from?"
"We grew up here with our mom. We never had much so she studied witch magic to better care for us. If you want, here's a book on how to make your own diapers." And with that, she hands Hemera the book.
"Oh, um, thanks."
"Look, miss, we're really sorry for all the trouble we've caused. Please, take this. It's only one of our mom's many dresses but it's clean," the boy Alex says, handing Hemera a dress now too. Even though it was true that many of her latest misfortunes have come from these kids, she still feels kind of bad for them feeling bad.
"Hey, I'm not really mad, I told you guys. Look, it just wasn't a good time to play but without you... Alex," she points at the boy, "I would still be locked in a cage. And without you... also, Alex," she points at the girl, "I would've been monster chow." At this, the twins smile.
*Phew.
Emotional crisis adverted, Hemera thinks to herself. With a hug from both of them, Hemera decides that it is time for her to get on her way - to return to her other adventure (or find new ones).
"Just focus your mind on a destination and time and the tree will take you there," the girl Alex says.
"Thanks," Hemera replies before closing her eyes and...
*Pssst.
"We didn't hear that!" says the boy Alex.
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'"Uhhhhh................."
*Facepalm.
Just take me out of here. |
*"If it ain't broke, don't fix it." I think I'm going to stay with this until we come to a satisfying conclusion before moving on. Also, Hemera still needs her diaper changed...
With a flash, Hemera goes back home.
(Time: ???)
Hemera opens her eyes to a familiar sight. It is her room: a massive, royal bedroom in her two favorite colors (red and black). Around the bed itself are pillars and walls donning her many interests and achievements. A study table hangs from a wall with a bejeweled chair in front of it and, while her eyes lay themselves on this table, she notices something. There, on the table, is her unfinished book about anthropology - the study of humans. She goes over to pick it up and flips through some of its pages.
Ah, it's outdated. I should make the edits after I clean up, she thinks to herself before her right hand makes itself at home, buried between her diaper and womanhood. She couldn't tell which is wetter.
On second thought, they can wait. It's been - ahh - too long since I've had the chance to do this properly.
Shuffling across to the other side of the room (hand in diaper and all), Hemera opens her private refrigerator to find a bottle of a mixture for her secret little fetish: a concoction of hawthorn (and berries), jade dragon tea (very expensive in hell), and succubus magic. Of course, she could only take a sip.
Who knows what might happen if I go ahead and chug this whole thing? And with my bladder still cursed and all, I'd probably be living in my room for the next month!
Hemera takes a drink.
*Gulp.
... Ahh, that hits the spot....... right in my bladder, she thinks to herself before putting the bottle down and grabbing herself with both hands this time. She squirms in place as the potion starts to take effect. Before long, her bladder gives out.
*Pppsssssttttttt.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... huh...? CRAP!
Without warning, Hemera's diaper starts leaking! Little yellow rivers of pee makes their way down her legs as she dances around, trying to cut the current shorter than it could possibly be at this point. Her bladder is in control now and her will no longer holds any jurisdiction over it. In a panic, Hemera grabs the back of her dress between her legs and yanks it up between them, hoping to stop her carpet from getting destroyed.
Uhhhhh, please... please, please..... it's not working! I have to get to the toilet!
With that, she rushes to her private bathroom but it is JUST in time for her stream to die down. She sits on the toilet and relaxes, letting out a barely audible sigh as her bladder completes its duty.
Damn it! I knew I should've changed before I wetted myself. Mhmm. Now what am I going to tell Kylie when she gets here?
And right as she finishes, her hears knocking on her door.
"Mistress? Are you there? The staff and I want to congratulate you on completing your studies," a soft voice says.
"Crap. Don't, uh, worry about it. It was nothing, really," Hemera replies.
"But still, your safe return is surely enough to call for a celebration!"
"T-then I'll see you out in the dinning room in a bit! When I'm ready, yeah!"
"Alright, then we'll be waiting."
*Phew.
Thank you, she says to no one in particular. Now let's see if I can clean up properly. Ah, I should throw away the diaper.
She walks over to her fireplace and throws her soggy diaper in, burning it out of existence in hellish flames. She then goes over to her walk-in closet and picks out her new wardrobe for the day, a pair of black leather pants and underwear and a crimson leather jacket. She also puts on a pair of black boots as well and a necklace her mother had handed down to her, a golden head of a lady with a head of snakes that her father had brought home one night to give to her mother.
Crazy, it's only been two years and yet it feels like a century has passed since - wait, I can't lose focus right now. I need to just hurry up and join up with the others.
Finally, she drags a rug over the wet spot on her carpet and walks out to the dinning room.
"Well, took you long enough," the soft voice speaks again by the doors leading to the dinning room.
"Hey, Kylie. It's good to see you too," Hemera replies.
"Come here." She pulls Hemera in for a hug.
*Sniff, sniff.
"W-why are you crying? I wasn't gone for that long."
"I'm not. It just smells like someone was enjoying herself a little too much from before she got here."
"Oh, shut up." Kylie starts to giggle quietly. "How do you tell anyway?"
"I'm a succubus, babe. I know. Plus, I've already told you, you smell."
"What happened to all the formality from before, 'babe'?" Hemera says as she cocks an eyebrow.
"Oh, hush. If you want, I could go back to calling you "Princess Pottypants.""
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"On second thought, I'm okay," she says as the comment brings back years worth of embarrassing moments about her. Sometimes she forgets that Kylie is older than her by two years (as Kylie's twenty two years old). Her skillful teasing reminds Hemera today.
"Good. Now, are you ready?"
"Yeah, let's get this over with already. I've got to get back to writing my book."
"Writing a book? Sure," Kylie says sarcastically.
"Hey, fuck you."
Together, the two joins up with the whole as they proceed to eat, talk, and (most dangerous for Hemera of all) drink. Within thirty minutes, her bladder is full once again. She shifts around in her seat as Kylie takes notice and starts to tease her innocently or, in other words, without the others knowing.
"But, my mistress, surely you were mistaking something else for that dreaded shadow demon," says Lucas the Minotaur.
"Yeah, nah. I saw it with my own eyes. From the glowing red pupils to the ominous air," Hemera says as her legs jiggle under the dinner table. "It was definitely a shadow demon."
"Oh, you poor thing! That must've been a terrifying experience for you to go through! But I bet you were so brave. Why, if I had been in that situation, I probably wet myself!" Hemera's right eye twitches at the comment.
"And I would've probably done something worse! Hahaha!" Lucas says, giving off a hearty laughter for his own humor. Hemera's mouth forms a little O as her floodgates threaten to open.
"Oh, yes, and how did you fare with taking care of your... ah, 'business'? Being on the road usually promotes... unsavory instances where you do need to take care of it in 'creative ways'," Kylie says with a smirk on her face.
Oh, she is enjoying this WAY too much, Hemera thinks to herself.
"Now hold on, Kylie. Mistress, you needn't to say such personal things. I apologize for the maid's impoliteness," says Lucas before Hemera shoots Kylie a look of victory.
Yeah, apologize!
*Spurt.
Hemera's eyes are wide as she feels her panties dampened. She is getting turned on but, at the same time, it is incredibly embarrassing. A trip to her room is exactly what the doctor orders for her now.
"It's fine. Well, you know what? I'm getting tired. Tell Mr. Bill thanks for the food and it was great. I'll be in my room." And with that, Hemera makes her exit.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. This won't do, Kylie thinks to herself as she rubs her pussy from under the table.
"I'm going to go apologize to the mistress, clean up in the meantime for me?" She asks.
"Sure. You're coming back, though, right?" He asks.
"Yeah, don't worry. I won't take long."
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Hemera is just about to enter her room when Kylie shows up again.
"Hey," Kylie says.
"Hey. What do you want?" Hemera says as she shakes in response to a wave of desperation.
"I want to play."
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not in a state to play right now. Go away."
"But who else am I suppose to go to when I'm not even ready to play by myself? Come on, it's going to be fun," Kylie says teasingly as she moves closer.
"What game?"
"I'm glad you're interested. So here are the rules: we will walk over to my room where I will produce thirty teacups. Your challenge is to pee in all thirty cups WITHOUT spilling more than what you put in. You'll be required to completely empty your bladder. If you win, I'll do whatever you want, humiliating or health-concerning or not. If you lose, you will wet yourself in front of me while wearing my maid outfit."
"... You really don't mince words, do you?"
"Nope!"
"Fine, I accept your challenge!"
With that, they head over to the super massive staff hall of Hemera's subordinates. There is a large line for the women's bathroom with some maids dancing in their own little spot.
"I take it that that's your doing?" Hemera asks.
"Yup!" Kylie replies cheekily.
"You're so sick."
"Right back at you, babe."
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I really hate being called that word.
When they finally arrive at Kylie's room, Hemera notices that there is already three long lines of teacups on Kylie's coffee table.
"Horny succubus," Hemera says.
"That's like calling a mermaid fishy. It just doesn't make sense for an insult. Now, do you need help taking off your pants, Princess Pottyp-."
"THAT is getting old." Hemera unbuttons her pants and lowers them down to her knees as she stands over the coffee table. She goes to remove her panties when suddenly...
"Uh, what do you think you're doing?"
"What? This is me doing our bet... isn't it?"
"Umm, not quite," Kylie says before yanking Hemera's panties back up (a little too far, too, giving her a bit of a wedgie) and leading her by the panties over to a bucket in Kylie's bedroom.
"You think it would be THAT easy? I actually want to be a part of this, mind you. Now, spread your legs," Kylie says as she moves the panties out of the way. Hemera decides that she would do as she's told. Dancing slightly in desperation, she moves her legs apart from each other. "I'm going to be holding up these teacups one by one. If you pee anywhere else besides right into them, the bucket's going to catch it."
Hemera's face goes white with fear as she finally realizes the worst part of the challenge. She was never any good at holding for long and with the twins' curse in effect, there is a great chance that she might not make it.
"So, are we ready?" Kylie asks. Hemera's bladder spurts in response and the pee lands..................... in the bucket.
Crap, she thinks to herself.
"Oops. I guess you're a little more than ready. Start as you wish." Hemera immediately bursts as a torrent of pee flies straight over the teacup and splashes itself in Kylie's face before it slows to a quivering flow that Hemera could barely contain.
"Ahh! Sorry, sorry! Mhmmmm, pleasegetthenextcupalreadyI'mreallygoingtogo!" She exclaims in panic while Kylie smiles before slowly putting the overflowing teacup down and putting the next one up close against Hemera's hot pussy. Like this, they continue for a while until the last four teacups.
"Ahhh! No, no, no, no, no! Come on! Nggghhhhh!" She struggles as her bladder, once again, dominates her very being. Her legs drop her down to just above the bucket as her bladder empties itself into it. Finally, Hemera gives in to the pleasure of her relief and moans to herself as if she's in no other presence but her own.
"Wow, that was... fun," says Kylie as she starts to feel horny herself.
Huh.....? Did... I do it.........? Hemera could barely think to herself. She begins to look down... and her face turns white again.
T-that much? No w-way...
"Alright, Mistress. Let's see what we've got!" |
Kate’s Wet Day
Despite all the advantages of modern technology, email, file sharing, video calling and everything else there are always clients who simply must have a face to face meeting. The fact that designs, layouts and artwork can all be shared, discussed and agreed remotely simply has not registered with some people resulting in time wasted stuck in traffic travelling to unnecessary meetings. So, couple of weeks ago I found myself travelling back to Didcot from just such a meeting with a company based near Northampton.
Coming away with a signed contract at least made the trip worthwhile and so I headed back down the A43, expecting to be home in little over an hour. All should have been uneventful, but things don’t always go according to plan. Firstly, I shouldn’t, in hindsight have had so many cups of coffee and secondly I should have used the toilet
before hitting the road; but then I didn’t need to pee at the time and there were several service stations on my route if I needed a quick pit stop.
Of course, half an hour into the journey the coffee caught up with me and I realised that I really should have popped into the Ladies before leaving but, since I was almost half way home it wasn’t likely to be a serious problem. That was until the traffic came to a standstill approaching the junction with the M40. This can often be something of bottleneck but normally sorts itself out fairly quickly – but not today. As I discovered later there had been a relatively minor accident that blocked the roundabout and slip road due to one of the vehicles, a delivery van ending up on its side. We were going nowhere until a recovery vehicle could get there and move the thing.
After almost an hour we hadn’t moved at all but at least I could see that a big tow truck had arrived, though how much longer it would take I had no idea. By now I was really starting to feel the growing pressure in my bladder, to the point that I was wriggling and fidgeting in my seat, squeezing my thighs together to help me hold it. If the traffic didn’t start moving soon so that I could stop at the Cherwell services, which were now less that a mile away, I was going to be in difficulty. To be honest I was beginning to panic as I really was in real danger of doing the unthinkable – losing control and wetting myself in the car.
Another twenty minutes passed, by which time I actually had my hand between my legs, literally holding myself through my knickers to keep back the impending flood. Memories of a previous occasion when I’d been desperate in traffic only made my plight worse. On that occasion I had finally been able to pull into a lay-by with some cover, intending to pop a squat behind the bushes. As a seasoned rambler peeing al-fresco holds no fears for me as on a long hike across moorland or open upland there is no alternative. Hiding in a lay-by on a main road when someone might come and park near me at any time didn’t appeal but needs must – it was that or a wet seat. Except that things didn’t quite work as intended.
I managed to get out of the car and up the slope into the bushes but that was as far as I got. The extra stress on my bladder from the short climb pushed me to my limit and I began to lose it, little spurts and dribbles rapidly dampening my pants. Before I could wriggle my tight skirt up and pull my knickers and tights down it happened; I lost the battle and totally flooded myself. I literally burst or at least that’s what it felt like as a torrent poured down my legs. My knickers were soaked, my tights were soaked, my shoes were soaked, while my skirt clung damply to the back of my legs. It was one of the few occasions in my adult life so far that I had completely lost control and totally wet myself. Fortunately I’m a stoic and resourceful type so simply cursed myself for my stupidity in getting so desperate that I had actually pissed myself but then simply dealt with the problem. There was no point getting upset as it wouldn’t change the situation and it had happened on the return journey so I was not going to be in the awkward situation of having to cancel an appointment.
Fortunately no other cars pulled into the lay-by and I was able to get back to my car relatively unseen except by passing traffic. I had my sports bag with me and was able to get a towel to dry myself off. A plastic bag on the seat with the towel over it stopped me making a mess of the upholstery and by the time I reached home I was dry enough that my accident was not too noticeable. Clothes in the washing machine, a quick shower and all was well again. Only I knew what I’d done, and while annoying we all have to accept that accidents happen.
This time it was rather different. There was no convenient lay-by or roadside cover and if I lost it now I was going to have a huge cleaning job at the very least. Hell, what was I going to do? Then finally the traffic began to move. Maybe I could make it to the services and that much needed toilet after all. Unfortunately most of the vehicles in front of me seemed to have the same idea, a tortuous queue moving slowly down the access road, everyone looking for a parking space; not that there were many available as this was a busy summer Friday afternoon with a lot of holiday traffic about. At least I was driving an automatic so was able to continue to hold myself through my knickers, not caring by that stage if anyone saw me.
As the cars inched forward I was muttering and cursing under my breath, “Ooooh! Come on. Please, please, I’m going to wet my pants in a minute. Just move. Oh hell, I’m almost wetting myself!” I doubt if I was the only woman struggling to keep her pants dry as I saw a number of people get out of cars in the queue and head for the main building and the toilets. Whether they all made it in time is another matter: I really was not sure that I would be able to, even if I was able to find somewhere to park.
Eventually, having worked my way right round the car park I found myself on a wide exit road with caravan parking along it, fortunately empty as it was hidden from the main buildings by a tall hedge and thus not exactly a secure location but it would have to do; so breathing a sigh of relief I parked up. Now all I had to do was find my way to the toilets and join the inevitable queue and hope not to disgrace myself with a puddle on the floor as I waited in line. I wasn’t sure that I could cope with that sort of embarrassment!
I never did make it to the Ladies. In fact I hardly made it out of the car, let alone across the car park. Still holding myself I opened the car door and very carefully got out, almost losing control as I did so; but as I pushed the door shut my knickers suddenly felt wet as a warm, wet spurt escaped and trickled over the fingers that were still jammed up my skirt. What the hell was I going to do? To walk to the toilets I would have to stop holding myself but if I did that I’d I was going wet my pants. I could try to make it to the loo and probably wet myself in the middle of the car park or just stay where I was, standing between my car and the hedge where I couldn’t really be seen. The decision was made for me as that first spurt became a steady and uncontrollable dribble. I tried to clamp down and stop myself peeing but when I relaxed slightly an even longer spurt filled my knickers and trickled down my legs. At that point I tried to squat, pulling my skirt up as far as I could just as I lost all control and totally flooded my knickers and tights, a huge puddle spreading around my feet and running under the car. I couldn’t quite believe how much pee was in my bladder as it just seemed to go on an on. Finally I finished and trembling with both fear and relief glanced round to see if anyone had seen me but no-one was parked nearby and I had, I hope, been hidden from cars leaving on the exit road.
Now I had a different problem. At least I didn’t need to pee anymore but my soaking pants and tights were still dripping pee down my legs and a quick feel soon told me that the back of my skirt was equally wet – I hadn’t manage to pull it fully out of the was as I squatted down. By now I just wanted to dry myself off a bit and get the hell out of there but I didn’t have a towel this time just a couple of cloths used to wipe the windscreen and a box of tissues. I didn’t even have my usual spare pair of knickers in my handbag as I forgotten to replace them after my period finished. The cloths and tissues would just have to do so using these I managed to dry off my legs but I now needed something to protect my seat. Quickly searching the car I found an old plastic carrier bag but that wasn’t going to keep my seat dry, and then came across my lightweight emergency raincoat. That would at least cover the seat and could be washed so I used that.
Feeling very damp and uncomfortable I sat back in the car and headed back to the motorway and home. Because I was now in rush hour traffic it took nearly another hour before I pulled into my parking space at home, the car by now filled with the aroma of my pee-soaked clothing – I’d need to spray it with air freshener tomorrow. I was sure that it would be obvious to anyone who saw me walking to my flat that I’d wet myself so I sat there for a couple of minutes until I was sure I could make a dash for my door without being seen. Finally, as I closed the front door behind me I was able to breathe a huge sigh of relief. What a day – I’d won the contract, wasted hours in traffic and totally peed my knickers in public. And I now needed to pee again, quite badly in fact and also urgently needed a shower and to put my wet clothes in the wash.
I was also hungry and desperately needed a drink, an alcoholic drink! So instead of going to the loo went into the kitchen and poured myself a large glass of wine. A second glass followed quickly before the now urgent need to pee sent me heading for the bathroom. I must admit that I didn’t even bother to pull down my still damp underwear before peeing. There didn’t seem any point as it was going straight into the wash so I just sat on the loo and wet my knickers for the second time that day. I probably should be ashamed of myself but why should I, wetting myself occasionally is just part of life’s rich tapestry and no big deal. Accidents happen.
Kate |
Annie was a beautiful and relaxed college girl. Skinny, but muscle as well. That day she wore a white sweatshirt that was unzipped, VERY short shorts that were tight and made of black latex (like you see on tights in the gym). She had flip flips on, and wavy dark hair. As she got out of her car after a tiresome day at school and working in the college lunch area she felt more then ready to use the bathroom. Her bladder was almost full. But enough to weigh down discomfort on her. Annie's face twitched and frowned as she walked to her front door of her family's house. She had forgotten to use the bathroom this morning before she left. She did not wake up uncomfortable, so it was not on her mind. It had been hours since she started to feel it, and the bathroom at her college where she exited was out of order. The others were too far to walk to. After a ride home of bumps on the road which shook her bladder and sloshed the pee inside she was like, "Got to get it, get to the toilet, pull down these shorts and pee, pee, pee!"
She walked into the house. Annie dropped her bag on the floor and walked around the corner to the house's smallest of three bathrooms. It was just a sink and toilet. She went grabbed the handle and her face hit the door as she tried to push it open. Locked! She knocked and her from her mother that she was in there. Annie let out a breath of annoyance and went upstairs. She grabbed the door handle and it would not move. She banged the door hard, feeling the intensity in her bladder which pounded with heat against the inside of her stomach. "Hello? Almost done?" Her sister replied, "No!" Annie ran downstairs, each step feeling like a punch in the gut. She said, "Oh, o, eeee." She was was at the fixed up basement/living room. She saw the bathroom door closed and knocked. Her father replied his diareeha acted up. She walked backwards holding her face in disappointment and fell over the couch, her sexy exposed legs from the tight short shorts going up in the air and out from each other.
Annie sat on the couch waiting. Her arms crossed on her torso and rubbing herself. Her legs were wobbling towards and away from each other. Every now and again they would stop and would start shaking in place up and down. Her father was still in the bathroom. It had been ten minutes. The pressure of pee pain built up higher in her stomach. She got up and almost tipped from the weight of her bladder. She ran upstairs and to the first bathroom, the smallest one. She wrestled with the handle.
"Hey can you wait?" her mother yelled.
"Come on Mom!" Annie screamed. "All three of you are using these bathrooms still? I'm going to pee my pants!"
"You better not missy! Our rugs are new."
"So are these new short shorts, but my bladder can't take much mooooore." She bent over a bit and held her stomach. Then she placed her hands on her knees.
"Go try the upstairs one. I think your sister left.."
Annie ran upstairs. The joy of finally having relief made her bladder get a signal to let it out. She had to hurry or lose control. She hit the door. What was her sister doing in there? Annie banged hard. "Lizzie! Please, I'm gonna pee my pants!"
Lizzie said, "Um...sorry Annie. But I....um...." Annie could not take it anymore. She was dancing around in circles. She kicked at the door and it flung opened.
Lizzie was standing over the toilet and shoving papers down it. "Annie, I'm so sorry. These are my term papers from college, I failed each one , Mom cannot see them!"
Annie said, "Why can't you just toss them out at a public trash can!"
Lizzie said, "Because screw you that's why!" As she flushed the toilet, the sound caused a feeling of eruption in Annie. "EEEEEEEEEE!" One bare leg started to cross the other. The toilet started to overfill and water poured out of the top, splashing the floor beneath. Annie's mouth dropped opened and she bounced in place.
"Ooooohhhhh god!" Annie said. She breathed heavy. "Goodnish-gracosus-ehagso." she mumbled. She ran out and downstairs. She felt a couple drops escape and quickly crossed her legs and held still. She got home desperate to pee and that was almost an hour ago. Her bladder wanted to nearly give up an hour ago, what was she going to do? "ooooo, eeeeee, ahhhhh, eeeeeee!"
She ran outside to her neighbor's house that she knew. She knocked on the door. Mr. Stallson came out. "Annie! What can I do for you?" He seemed nervous. His shirt which was usually tucked it was hanging out.
"I am so sorry for bothering you Mr. Stallson," Annie said as her legs wobbled. "I really have to go to the bathroom and we're having issues at homes. If I can-." She tried running in but he stopped her and pushed her away.
"I'm-I'm sorry but I can't now. I'm busy."
Annie's arms crossed against her stomach and held tight. Her foot with a flip flop started to tap the ground hard. "B-but-."
"Whose that?" said a blonde lady who was NOT Mrs. Stallson hugging him. She was in her undies.
"Mr. Stallson!" Annie said. "A-are you?" He slammed the door and Annie ran off.
She ran as fast as she could in flip flops and reached her friend Mary's house. She ran up the porch and knocked on the door. She mumbled under her breath, "Cm......open upppppp!" Her legs hopped in the air back and forth. She felt the pee was going to burst out any second. She had to hold on. She knocked again. She saw the sprinklers in the neighbors yard come out of the ground and started to spray everywhere. Annie's bladder vibrated inside of her. The pee smacking against the walls like waves of a storm. "AHHHHHHHHH! COME ON!" People were walking up and down the street. She was not going to make it anywhere else. Annie was going to pee her panties and ruin her new short shorts. Mary answered the door.
"Um, hey Annie, you okay?"
Annie shook her head fast and bit her bottom lip. One legs kicked back as she hopped. "Ma-M-Marry. I-I-I n-need to use your bathroom. Please. NOW!" Mary's older brother Ronnie stood not far. He heard it as well. Being an omorashi fan, this would not be good for Annie.
Mary let her in. There was one bathroom in the house. Annie ran up and fought to get in. OCCUPIED! Ronnie was inside and looking at his web cam. A camera was on the hutch outside the bathroom and showed Annie on his screen in torment. She banged on the door hard. Both hands on it as she bounced in place. "Let me in! My bladder is going to explode! These short were $200 and will be ruined!" Ronnie was so turned on. He was not doing anything now but watching. He was saving the thoughts for tonight. Annie felt her stomach expanding and expanding further. She felt so much pressure she was in pain.
Ronnie opened the door. Annie said, "Oh thank g-."
He stopped her and grabbed one hand, placed another on her waist, and said, "Let's dance!" He hit the radio to some Spanish dance music. He held Annie close and their crotches touched. Her expanded bladder which was sensitive now against his. They danced back and forth and Mary laughed. They were dancing like in preschool again. Annie's eyes filled with tears as she was dealing with the sloshing liquids in her. She could not take it anymore. Ronnie dropped her back and held on, pulling her sexy bare leg up to his side. At that moment, Annie felt turned on a lot as well. She stole her sister's credit card to buy the shorts anyways. "Screw it," she said. Ronnie was cute anyways. Might as well make an orgasm out of this.
She let it go. She lifted her leg as far she she could and gave Ronnie a sexy smile and winked. The pee rushed out of her in a wave of intense streams. At first it burned but then it was relief. She felt her stomach deflating. The pee drizzled down her legs and dampened her whole crotch, and Ronnie's. Her feet and flip flops were soaked. In a peaceful tone, "ahhhhh, nice." Her panties were destroyed. Then she and Ronnie kissed in the puddle around them.
The end.
**no bladders or underwear were harmed in the making of this story**
Edited May 22, 2017 by Rick Dixon
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"This ship is a mess. How am I supposed to fix this?" Roll Caskett looked over the engine, or what remained of it, to their Flutter airship. It was a wonder it had made it this long before breaking down, but it still died at a bad time, forcing a crash land on Kattelox Island. They were stranded for the foreseeable future, she had the ability to repair the ship, but without the parts, it didn't mean much. With Grandpa Barrel busy doing his own thing in town, she was alone on this job.
And it wasn't just the engine refractor out of order, the impact of landing shook up and broke apart more of the delicate workings of the Flutter. Things like the electrical wiring were easy to repair, but something more complex like, say, the plumbing would take a lot more effort, and Roll hadn't gotten around to that yet, not when she was busy doing things like getting this ship to fly or building weapons, things with an immediate benefit to others.
Though, she was wishing she had the free time to get on that project, because she could really use it. All this time without a working bathroom had left the blonde technician wanting, she needed some relief. Her desperation wasn't that bad right now, but that more-than-dull ache still wanted attention, and it was distracting her from the patchwork repair job. Perhaps helping herself to the soda in the fridge wasn't the best idea.
The idea had certainly occurred to take the support car into town and find a bathroom in one short trip, but that seemed like a weird thing to do. She had only gone in on foot once, in a hurry to find Gramps, so it barely even counted. It'd be kinda strange to introduce herself to the citizens, when they had some idea of her already, in the same sentence asking to use the little girl's room.
"Maybe I should just run outside for a minute..." The Flutter landed in Cardon Forest outside the island's city, she might be able to get away with doing her business out there. But she was apprehensive about the idea as well, the forest was actually a lot of empty plains with very few trees or anything else for cover, and she'd always seen someone wandering out. If she went through with it, there was a very real chance she'd be caught.
Still, Roll put it under consideration. While she might be caught, it was a slim possibility if she was smart. The most important thing was ensuring she was alone, and she couldn't do that from the engine room. Working, she usually kept her jacket off to stay cool, so she grabbed the red clothing off the floor. Not that she was topless without it, she didn't care if someone close saw, but the black undershirt wasn't the best at covering sensitive parts, so it wouldn't be enough for anything outside the hull of the Flutter.
Fully dressed, Roll climbed the ladder out of the engine room to the living quarters, where she could access the outer door. "Data! I'm going out for a little," she called to their tiny robot monkey companion as she opened the exit hatch. Leaning on the deck railings, she looked out over the surrounding area. Small hills as tall as the airship blocked some of the paths from view, but from here to the outer walls of the city, the coast was clear.
Taking the good sign, Roll smiled and slid down the long ladder that led to the ground. The first plan was to use the large body of the Flutter as a wall, no way she'd be spotted that way unless the intruder got really close, but a closer look revealed it wouldn't work that well. Sliding through the earth from the emergency descent had scraped away some of the plating from the bottom hull, most of the innards at the dirt line were exposed. It was a minor problem for a non-seacraft in normal operation, but if she were to stay close enough for appropriate shielding, there was the chance of liquids leaking in, and that might screw with something.
Out here, the choices for what would become her makeshift toilet were limited, but she still found a lone tree outside the thick tree line suitable enough for her needs. It wasn't much, but the trunk was probably thick enough that she'd be covered enough should someone wander over. Maybe was good enough for now, and Roll ran over to the plant, placing it between herself and the route from town. "This is good enough," she decided, undoing the belt holding her shorts up.
Still, she kept them up after gravity would have been able to take them. While she was never against the idea, she had just never had a reason to empty herself like this. Between the limited time they spent on islands, her jobs involving staying close to the Flutter or maybe quickly going into town for parts, and the usual working order of the vessel, she always had easy access to a real bathroom. She just never had reason to experiment or learn.
"Eh," she shrugged, "wouldn't be the first time I tried something new on the fly." That was all the convincing she'd need, it was time to pull her pants down. The red shorts dropped to her boots as soon as she let go of the waist, but she was still far from done. Below those were a pair of black spandex shorts, same as her undershirt, and panties below those. She would have grabbed them both at once to slip them off, but her fingers were not very precise beneath her work gloves, she only managed the second pair of shorts on the first pass. Just some white underwear stood between her and relief now.
"Roll? Roll, do you copy?" Despite hearing her name, Roll didn't panic yet, the voice was distorted and static, the person wasn't in the area. It was the walkie talkie in her pocket, which meant the only person it could be on the other end was Roll's adoptive brother, her best friend, the Digger to her Spotter, MegaMan Volnutt. He was off on a grand adventure, excavating ancient ruins, fighting pirates, becoming a local hero, but he always made sure to call his mechanic should he need some new weapons built. After all, his good deeds scored them the support car, and that had proven handy thus far.
Even if it was voice only, Roll didn't want to talk to MegaMan half-naked, and she pulled her clothes back up her legs, though not reclasping her belt quite yet. "What is it, MegaMan?"
"Are you busy right now?"
Roll had to think about how to answer that. She wasn't working, but she was in the middle of something. "Not at the moment, no." Well, if she took an extra minute bringing the car around, no one would know, no reason to arouse suspicion.
"Can you come to the boathouse in Uptown? I've got a new project for you." That was an appealing proposition, if he was building suspense, it was probably a big task.
Exactly the kind of challenge Roll loved. "I'm on my way." She fastened her belt and ran to the car, swinging the driver's side door open and jumping into the seat. Data jumped in after her despite no one telling him anything, and they drove towards the city. She had neglected to actually pee, probably a dumb move, but she wasn't worried. She didn't have to go that bad, and this wouldn't take long. She could do whatever when she got back.
Kattelox Island was small, it only took a few minutes to reach the destination, parking on the summit of Uptown's hill, right outside the boathouse's entrance. She grabbed her toolbox from the passenger seat and took it through the door right before her, excited to see what was in store, and found MegaMan on the pier on the other side of the fence, waving for her. She gave a quick wave back and ran through the building to loop around. "What did you call me over for?"
"There's a Gate on an island out there, all the boats are missing except this one, and it's broken. Do you think that yellow refractor we found will be enough?"
It was clear why MegaMan wasn't the mechanic if that was the best answer he could come up with. "If the refractor is the only issue, that yellow one would be enough to do the trick. I'll take a look inside." She climbed inside and began to poke around, expecting to find a lot broken like the Flutter, but this seemed almost pristine in comparison. "It looks like it's just the refractor couplings not working, and that's an easy fix. I'll get on it right away!"
As MegaMan continued to hand tools down the hatch and Roll made frequent adjustments, it was easy to get absorbed in the work. Roll was almost completely lost in this boat's parts, but even this wasn't enough to make her forget her bladder's troubles. Feeling the room around her bob in the lake, that sound of water crashing against the walls surrounding her, they were doing wonders at shooting her desperation way up. It went from kinda annoying to urgent in minutes, she was rapidly tapping her foot to cope.
"Really gotta go, really gotta go," she muttered, putting the finishing touches on the engine, slipping the refractor into place. The highest priority now was finding a bathroom, before it got to be too much to hold, a level it really might hit soon enough at this rate. But it wouldn't be long, she just had to climb out and ask the boat owner to use their toilet. She fixed their only boat, it was the least they could do to repay her. "MegaMan, I'm finished," she announced as she met the sun's light again.
She was planning to meet with the owner, but she wasn't expecting him to be waiting for her right outside. And he was intimidating, Roll's breathing halted as soon as she saw his face. He was grizzled, missing an eye, wild gray hair, she could see him being a villain in some comic or whatever. Without any prompting, she felt she had to apologize. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I see a broken machine, I feel the need to fix it." She wasn't shaking anymore, like showing any kind of physical weakness would prompt an attack.
The man contemplated in silence, and Roll almost wet herself from fear and other things. "Well, then I'm lucky to have such a cute girl fixing my boats," he finally answered, a voice as deep as expected, but not the tone. Roll wasn't scared anymore, but she was uncomfortable for a different reason now. "Well, then I'll let you use that boat anytime you want." He left to go back to work, and the kids were alone with their new prize.
MegaMan wasn't unsettled in the slightest, with his usual optimistic attitude unwavering. "C'mon Roll, let's get to that Sub-Gate!" He picked up Data from the dock and tossed him into the control seat.
She had given up on the idea of asking about a boathouse bathroom, but she was still fully planning on finding another one now. It was bad enough to go on a dig, she couldn't handle being out on the lake. It would have been so easy to just tell him that she needed a pit stop, but her excuse for why she hasn't yet was so flimsy, it was kind of embarrassing to admit she had just procrastinated. "Okay, MegaMan! Hop on and we'll be there in no time!" She'd regret it, she was already nervous, but she'd be a good partner regardless.
Her repair work was solid, so the boat's voyage began smoothly, but it didn't last. The sonar on the control panel started lighting up and beeping with dots all around them. "Uh, MegaMan? Do you see anything outside?"
"Yeah, those pirates are back! You keep driving, I'll take care of them!" His Buster started firing off, hitting the attacking submarines and airships. Now they couldn't dock, they had to continue moving until things calmed down, because everything had to waste Roll's time when she had little to spare. MegaMan was doing his best to shoot down the pirates, along with intercepting their missiles and torpedoes, but some machine gun fire and explosives found their way through the defense. Not enough to seriously damage the vehicle, but it was shaking the cockpit, sending shudders through the pilot. It was agonizing, and it kept on happening.
It felt like an eternity, and the boat was half-destroyed, but the assault finally ended. Even though she hadn't been the one in combat, Roll was panting and sweating, she had to wipe her forehead with the back of her glove. She was still tense from her holding, but she relaxed a little at the peace. Until the sonar began beeping again soon after, a signal bigger than anything prior combined. Apparently, while she was looking at the data, MegaMan just started shooting at it without any thought, because he reported in before long. "I don't think I'm damaging it, Roll!"
Clearly, whatever contraption the pirates had cooked up, it was dangerous. Their track record against the pirates was good so far, but was this the one that would change the tides? It would be a battle for both MegaMan and Roll, and she wasn't so sure she could hold up her end. She was already rubbing her thighs together, afraid she'd no longer stay dry if she stopped, it was no wonder she was scared. "I'm not so sure about this one, MegaMan. I think we should retreat." After all, the robot was confined to the water, it wouldn't go anywhere if they escaped, only long enough to pee. She begged her brother to agree.
"No! We're not running away!" The Digger was steadfast, gung-ho, and confident, totally unlike how his Spotter was acting. That was humiliating, being left in the dust like that, it made her look weak in comparison.
She was the one in control, she could disobey her brother and return to shore, but that was just wrong when he was fired up. He'd probably forgive her even without knowing the reason why, but she'd be weighed down by guilt. It would be a minor mistake next to some of the other times she'd steered him wrong, but the blame could only be placed on her this time. She might not be happy, but she wasn't backing down. "Okay, I'll try and find some way to outmaneuver them. We might be able to find a weak spot then."
A small tributary leading off Lake Jyun, just wide enough for both to enter, was the best solution. For now, that left their ship only able to hit the invincible front of the pirate's machine, but it led into a small pond that allowed them to circle the large machine. MegaMan wasted no time shooting out their weapons now that he had them in sight, forcing the pirates to pull out the big guns, and the generator to power it. That was enough to guarantee their defeat, their assault sunk.
It wasn't a long battle, but the emergency edging closer meant every second counted, and Roll was panicked by the end of it. She was close to hitting that limit, far from the town that could bring her relief. And now they had made it to the Sub-Gate, there was no chance she could convince MegaMan to turn back. He'd already run in, so she'd have to stay. She'd have to...hold it more. She groaned at the thought, forcing her butt as far down in the seat as it could go to provide some physical resistance.
Without any place to drain her coolant, she needed some way to steel herself. Dwelling on her bladder would only bring her to burst faster, she needed something else to put all her attention in. Like all the extra machinery built into this boat, stuff she was familiar with. "This is all Spotter equipment. Did the owner used to be a Spotter?" That was an interesting development, and now she had something to do instead of just torturing herself, waiting in silence.
In fact, she got so into her duties, her strife became...bearable, to put it charitably. Her thighs were crossed tightly, her left hand was crushed between them, and she was biting her bottom lip whenever she didn't need to provide instruction. Didn't bother her that Data could see, he couldn't tell anyone. But as five minutes in the ruins turned into ten, into fifteen, into twenty, Roll was starting to accept MegaMan would be a while. His signal was still moving, he wasn't in danger, just exploring thoroughly without need of assistance, probably finding the starter keys without much trouble. Good attitude and skill for a Digger, but an awful time to keep a girl waiting and without distraction.
"I need you to hurry up, MegaMan," she growled, "I can't hold out much longer." Her bladder was burning, stinging, cramping, and stretched out, in what was without a doubt the worst she had ever needed to pee in her life. She was really trying to delay the inevitable, but it couldn't be put off forever and her gate door finally opened just a crack, and she leaked into her panties. It wasn't much, but it meant that her legs would soon be covered by endless water unless something was done now.
There was nothing for her in here, so as painful as it was, she climbed out of the boat and jumped to the island. It didn't leave her unscathed, the exertion loosened her grip to really wet her underwear until her first layer of shorts were feeling it. She had to hunch over with both hands clutching her crotch just to maintain equilibrium, her face growing redder and hotter until she finally overcame the wave of desperation, more like a tsunami.
"Gotta...pee..." Her words were strained like she was suffocating, her eyes shut so tightly to help with holding, it forced tears out. Being out in the open air, without metal to deflect the sound of crashing waves, was plenty to shatter the little resistance Roll still had. She was alone, far from civilization, it was time to add some volume to the lake. She was frantically unclipping her belt and tearing down her shorts, take two on her bathroom break.
Just before her shorts could be dropped enough to show how yellowed her underwear now was, the Sub-Gate started whirring before she could start whizzing. Experience around these portals had taught Roll what that sound meant: the main elevator either ascending or descending. And process of elimination led her to one conclusion. "Great, now he comes back!" She considered going through with it anyway, letting MegaMan get a lot more of a view than she would allow otherwise.
It took until the door slowly opened before she decided against it, hurrying to redress before anyone could question what she was doing. She pivoted to meet MegaMan's eyes as he emerged, consciously trying too look casual as she begged her body not to have an accident now. "MegaMan, you're back! What did you fi-" Trying to hard to look right at him, Roll missed the giant red refractor he was carrying out. "Woah, that's huge! We could fix the Flutter with that thing!"
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking! Let's get going!" The Digger ran towards the boat, but stopped just as he passed his sister. She gulped, was she being too obvious about acting normal? Was her secret out? "Took me this long to realize it, that's what was bothering me! You forgot your hat!" Smiling without a care, he jumped onto the deck of the boat for the ride.
Surprised, Roll patted the top of her head, feeling hair instead of the cap she always wore. In her haste and haze back at the Flutter, she had missed that piece of her wardrobe. "I'm a total mess," she whispered, wasting no time running back to the pilot's seat. She was still basically at her bodily limit, but it couldn't take that long to get back to the Flutter, where that tree was looking as good as any toilet. She just needed to reach the support car in one piece, the boat ride back didn't take too long, and she somehow managed to not look like she was bursting until she reached the van.
She could now say, with experience, it was harder to drive a car desperate than to fly an airship. Yes, she had one less dimension of movement to be concerned about, but there were very few obstacles in the sky. Her driving now was shaky, a lot of sharp turns and overcorrections, stepping on the gas or full stop without any speeds in between. It was bumpier than her driving in a battle zone, each jolt spurting out more urine, but it'd be worth it if she could make it back without entirely wetting herself.
They were at the main walls, just needed to pass the Apple Market, and they'd be in Cardon Forest. It was so close, and a knock came from the back compartment, scaring Roll enough to make her jump, and of course leak even further. "Can you stop here, Roll," MegaMan asked, "I need to visit the junk store."
Roll almost yelled at her brother, to demand he wait and go shopping on his own time, but she didn't have the energy to resist anymore. She just pulled to a stop and let him jump out the back while she took her hands off the wheel to hold. By this point, she could feel the wetness on her shorts, what was the point of waiting when she was already half-soaked? He couldn't say anything, but Data was looking at her from the passenger seat, sorry for her, or maybe pitying her.
"I have to go right now," she finally admitted, leaping out with a plan to do her business right outside the door. She noticed there were people walking and cars driving by, she just couldn't afford to wait. She was close to stripping there with no sense of modesty, she would have done it if she had no choice, but an idea flashed through her mind, one thing she could do for cover. She dashed into the back compartment of the support car, the only place she could feasibly reach where she'd be alone.
She made it into the trunk, now what? She'd gladly pee herself here, but all that delicate electronic equipment for Spotters and weapon upgrades, she didn't want to get any of that wet, it could be destroyed beyond repair and MegaMan would be on his own in the ruins and against the pirates. "Maybe I can g-go towards the back, let it leak out beneath the doors." Not open them so everyone could see, but let it seep through the narrow openings. It'd work, she was more than happy to go through with it.
She almost did, when she noticed something laying on the floor that usually wasn't there. "MegaMan must have dropped his energy canteen," she complained, though trailing off at the end. It was such a good solution, it didn't take her long to pick it up and shake it around to check the contents. "Empty. Perfect!" It may have been an overexaggeration, it wasn't that big a container with a small opening, but it was something, anything was acceptable right now. For the third time, she unlatched her belt, almost ripping it apart before throwing her shorts down, all three parts in rapid succession, each one more drenched than the last.
Much like handling herself outside, Roll had also never used a bottle or anything similar substituting for a toilet. But she was feeling particularly experimental, probably because she had no choice, no qualms about putting the canteen mouth right up against her dripping privates. And, despite the constant near-accidents up to now, she couldn't force her bladder to let anything out. It hurt so much, she couldn't bear it, but she couldn't get rid of it either. "Come on...come on! I have to pee already! Just go," she cried, pleading to lose control.
Entirely too long later, her bladder finally broke, a loud, golden, hissing pee pouring out, in the general direction of the canteen, but even that was being generous. It wasn't aimed in the right spot to begin with, it wasn't anywhere close to steady, and of course, the thickness was more than the container could take. But at least some of it was getting in, Roll felt it get heavier while her gloves got covered with everything else. At least they were a water resistant material, but it still loosened her grip on the smooth bottle surface.
Somehow, the small percentage of pee making it in was enough to fill the flask, Roll had to wonder how much use MegaMan could get out of it with so little capacity. Warm yellow urine gushed out of the small hole, backing up onto her gloves and down her legs, further dampening her shorts. Maybe it would have been better to fully remove them, if she had the time, as if the damage on her clothes could get worse.
Even being a mechanic frequently covered in other fluids, Roll would normally be at least a little grossed out by this, but frankly, she couldn't bring herself to care. This didn't feel amazing, it was kind of painful in fact, but it was also the culmination of pushing herself. Granted, not a safe thing to do, pushing the Flutter like that destroyed its power source, but risks like that happened. She didn't think she had done anything wrong in pushing her needs off, she could have certainly done better, but all this was just bad luck.
Miraculously, the torrent of pee finally eased up. It still took a long time to wind down from that, but at some point, it was over. Roll took one last gasp for breath and looked over the damage she caused, amazed by what she could do. Besides the canteen full to the brim, there was a puddle on the floor so massive it was dripping out between the rear doors, kind of like the original plan but much slower. And, being gathered at her feet, of course it was soaking into the clothes bunched on her boots. "Probably would have ended up drier just wetting myself." Still, not like she had anything else to wear, so she pulled her panties and shorts back up and looked for a rag or something to sit on.
This whole ordeal was bad luck, she should have expected it wasn't over yet. Bent over away from the door, she only heard the hinges creak as the metal barriers opened to the outside. "Hey Roll, I think something's leaking in here, you got any ide-" MegaMan's query stopped abruptly as he saw the focal point of the car's workshop. His sister, his Spotter, with her shorts (her butt, most prominently) absolutely drenched like she had fallen in the lake.
She was too afraid to look, but Roll had an idea what kind of facial expression her actions had produced: total shock, some amount of disgust, and all confusion. Roll's face, meanwhile, was as red as that refractor they just recovered, and scared. "What are you doing?! G-get out!"
He hadn't really invaded her privacy, but MegaMan still obeyed and slammed the doors shut. Taking a few seconds to recover from that outburst, Roll looked over her mess again and groaned. At least she did spot a towel hanging on a rack behind some machinery, she could wrap that around her waist to cover herself somewhat, not that it mattered anymore. Without caring about stepping in the pool, she trudged out of the car to her Digger. "Sorry about that, MegaMan. I'm not mad, it's fine."
"You calmed down fast."
"Yeah, you know me, I don't hold grudges."
"Well, it's fine from me too. I won't blame you for...whatever happened. You need help cleaning up?"
"N-no, I couldn't ask you to do that! It's all my fault, I'll take care of it on my own. You've got your own missions, right?"
"I guess so. Well, we should at least go back to the lake or something first, right? Get some water for cleaning?"
Roll looked back at the huge puddle again. She would need some way to wash that out, along with her clothes, and without any water on the Flutter. "Yeah, that's a good idea. It's going to take a while, you should probably just go back to your own thing."
MegaMan stepped back, and hesitated. "I need to stop by the Flutter too. A-actually, I'll just go back there now, drop off the refractor."
Only now did Roll notice MegaMan was carrying something, a bag from one of the stores in the Apple Market. "You bought something?" She couldn't see what it was through the plastic, but the silhouette from the sun at least revealed its shape. "A magazine?"
Looked like she was on track, because he held it as far away from her as he could, staring right at her with a serious, scared face. "I won't tell Gramps about what you did, you forget about this."
No idea what kind of purchase it could be that would get him so worked up, but if he was so adamant about keeping it from her, she'd respect it. "Deal. Alright, you just keep doing your thing, I'll take care of this." She giggled a little, MegaMan laughed nervously, and ran off. Roll may have come to terms with what she had done, but she didn't need the reminder, as she shut the rear car doors without looking inside again, and was eager to get out of here and remove the evidence. The faster she could forget about all this, the sooner she could get back to work. Clean up at the lake, get a change of clothes at the Flutter, and definitely look around the stores for some pipes. "I need to fix the plumbing right now." |
2. Soggy Sheets
During one of our pee talks, several months after she had first introduced me to the pleasures of the wet side Beth suddenly asked me if I’d ever wet the bed and if so when was the last time. Blushing, I admitted that I’d only done it once that I could recall; when I was aged 11 and had been dry at night for years. Curiously I could remember the event quite clearly. It had been the summer of my last year at primary school and I was becoming very stressed over the impending attainment tests. Then the weekend before the tests it happened. I can still remember that at some point during the Saturday night I had a vivid dream. In the dream I was in the middle of the test and desperately needed the toilet but was too nervous to ask the strange teacher who was in charge if I could be excused. Of course I couldn’t hold on to the end and kept releasing long wet spurts into my knickers. In reality I was wetting my bed. When I woke in the morning I didn’t realise at first what had happened although my pyjamas were obviously soaked – I really thought I was just wet from sweating as it had been a hot night. I didn’t even say anything to my mother who only discovered my wet bed when she went to tidy my room.
She didn’t even question me about it, but simply stripped the bed and leant the mattress against the open window to dry. It was only when she asked me to bring the sheets and clothes from my room for washing and I saw the wet stain on the mattress and picked up my soggy nightclothes that it finally dawned on me that I’d wet the bed. In hindsight I can’t understand why I didn’t get upset when I realised what I’d done but was probably too embarrassed to admit it, even to myself. Mum was obviously very understanding so nothing further was said by either of us. It was a curious one off incident and I’d never done it again. Not that I haven’t come close – those occasional but annoying dreams of desperately seeking a toilet and not finding one only to wake up bursting and on the point of having an accident have almost caught me out a few times, to the extent that I can recall three or four times when a change of knickers or pyjamas was required when I didn’t quite reach the loo in time. But I hadn’t actually wet the bed again. That was soon to change.
Beth then asked me if I’d ever been tempted to just pee myself when I woke up from these dreams. It had never even crossed my mind – the thought of dealing with a wet mattress was enough to stop me and anyway, grown women didn’t wet the bed. Beth stood up and pulled back her duvet and sheet, pointing at the mattress cover, something that was on all beds in the halls, though hers was also covered with a thick folded towel. Why did our beds have waterproof mattress covers if not because of bed wetting accidents which, given the usual drinking culture amongst students were probably quite common. At that I just had to ask Beth when she last wet her bed. Last night came the immediate reply! She had been woken by a bursting bladder in the early hours and, only half awake simply rolled over, peed herself and went back to sleep.
She told me that for her there was something uniquely naughty and sensuous about wetting the bed whether by accident (she had two or three a year), laziness as last nights wetting had been, or deliberately just for the thrill. Initially I couldn’t quite see the attraction but of course, with good mattress protection, it simply meant extra washing. There was also the fact that, perhaps surprisingly I still had good recall of my own wet night of almost ten years earlier. Did the fact that I remembered it so clearly and hadn’t been phased by it mean that, for some reason I didn’t understand, actually enjoyed the experience? Were the regular pee dreams trying to tell me something? And what would happen if next time I told myself to just let nature take its course?
I was intrigued by how it would feel to wake up in a wet bed and also what it would feel like if I did it deliberately but for a while couldn’t bring myself to do it, although I had made up my bed with a thick towel beneath me just in case. After all, it was best to be prepared in case of an accident! When it did finally happen, towards the end of term when I was tired out working all hours to finish essays and a dissertation it pretty much was a genuine accident. I had worked late on a Friday night to complete my final paper ready for checking, kept awake by numerous cups of coffee, finally collapsing into bed around 1 a.m. and immediately falling into a deep sleep. Now when I sleep deeply I also tend to have vivid dreams and sometime during the night had a pee dream in which I was lazing on a quiet beach and desperate for a pee. There were no toilets and the sea was cold so I wandered into the rocks looking for a cave or other private place to relieve myself but there was always a reason why it wasn’t suitable and I found myself again lying on my towel. By then I just couldn’t wait any longer so decided to just lay back and wet myself. So I did.
In reality I was in that odd half awake and half asleep stage. I knew I should get up and go to the toilet but as I peed in my dream I started to pee in real life and made no effort to stop myself. I was lying on my back and felt the first short spurts wet my pyjamas and trickle under my bottom followed by a slow steady stream soaking my pyjamas, thighs and the bed beneath me. It was warm, wet and a glorious relief; utterly relaxing to my tired body and though I was half aware of what I’d just done made no effort to get up and deal with it; I simply lay there and was soon fast asleep again.
When I finally woke up again several hours later I was bursting again and only realised that I was wet when rather groggily I got up to go to the loo. Having peed I went back to bed but still half asleep couldn’t understand at first why my pyjamas were clinging damply to me and the bed was so wet. Eventually I came round properly and the reality of my situation became clear. It had happened. I had wet the bed for the first time as an adult. Then I recalled the dream, my tired body and over-full bladder relaxing and the feelings as it happened, though I really wasn’t sure if I had had a real accident or had done it semi-deliberately. Not that it mattered. It had been a lovely feeling when I was wetting and it was a novel and interesting experience to be sitting on my bed in wet pyjamas looking at the large wet area on the sheet as I mentally chastised myself for being a bad girl who pissed her bed. Beth was right, it was a unique and lovely experience.
After I had stripped my bed and put the sheet, towel and pyjamas into a black bin bag to take to the laundry room I showered and went to confide my ‘accident’ to Beth. It turned out that she had also wet her bed, though in her case deliberately since, as she said, “I just couldn’t be bothered to get up and pee in the toilet.” After breakfast together we had headed for the laundry room, hoping that we would have the place to ourselves which fortunately we did.
Since that damp awakening there have been several more wet beds, mostly deliberate but a couple were genuine night time accidents. While I do regularly wet my knickers for fun and relaxation I prefer to keep bedwetting as a special and occasional treat, a special experience that I’ve earned through working hard all week. While at uni and again when living on my own for a few months afterwards, wetting my bed on a Friday or Saturday night was my choice, but once Brian and I got together became much more difficult. For this reason I really looked forward to Brian’s regular football trips. |
3. Enjoying My Wet Weekend
Brian and I had met soon after we both started work at the same firm, me in PR and he in IT. We hit it off immediately and are compatible in so many ways, a joy after several short term and unsatisfactory relationships with often over-sexed and immature fellow students. Brian is gentle, caring and understanding, both generally and in the bedroom and we soon talked about and understood each others needs, both sexual and social. I’m happy to accept his interest in football and all that involves while he allows me the time to indulge my damp pleasures. When we are together I generally try to keep my pants dry (occasional little accidents excepted) and have never wet the bed with him beside me. But, when he goes of to away matches my time and pleasures are my own – it works well for both of us.
With Brian’s trip to Barcelona I was looking forward to my first two days of self indulgence for several weeks. That’s not to say there had been a drought so to speak; a girl can always wet herself discretely and hid the evidence from a partner if she needs to as I did when I needed to relieve work or other stress, but on my own I could really just let myself go – quite literally.
My preparations started even before I got home from work by ensuring that I remained well hydrated so that my evening mugs of tea would have maximum effect. As soon as Brian left I made my key preparations – waterproof sheet and two thick towels on the bed over the usual quilted cover (also waterproof) plus a waterproof cover on the duvet under its cotton cover. Satin pyjamas and silky knickers were laid out ready for later plus my favourite wetting clothes for the next couple of days. There was going to be a lot of washing this weekend!
With the flat to myself I relaxed with a mug of tea, regularly refilled and chose the best ways to enjoy myself. I had already decided to be a good girl that evening, after all, it is possible to have too much of a good thing, but, after several glasses of wine, which always makes me sleep well, I was fairly sure that my fun would begin when I woke up in a wet bed the next morning. All the tea would ensure that I needed to pee while a long hot shower and the wine ought to make me sleep deeply resulting in both a full bladder and lovely pee dreams, something I hadn’t been able to enjoy for many weeks.
Fully relaxed I took a last pee in the toilet, pulled on my soft, silky knickers and pyjamas and tumbled into bed, rapidly falling asleep despite the frisson of excitement from knowing what was likely to happen later. It did. Sometime in the early hours I half woke from a dream in which I was on the bus home, stuck in traffic and desperate for the toilet (actually something of a nightmare for me as it’s not a nice thing to happen). Eventually in the dream I couldn’t hold on any longer and began to leak little dribbles into my knickers. Then suddenly we were at my stop and I dashed off the bus and into my flat, a trickle of pee running down my leg, straight into the toilet where I simply sat down and peed through my pants. In the real world I lay in my half way world between sleep and waking, a few dribbles dampening my knickers before a steady warm stream washed over my thighs and bottom, soaking my pyjamas and the sheet beneath me. As the dream faded I sank back into full sleep and was finally woken by my aching bladder at around 8 o’clock.
I came round; initially wondering why I was all wet till I realised that I’d wet the bed in my sleep. Usually I wake up as I’m doing it and can’t get back to sleep easily but waking to wet clinging nightclothes and a soggy sheet made a lovely start to my weekend. I lay back, luxuriating in the warm, comforting wetness, enjoying the sensuous feelings of running my hands over the silky damp material of my pyjamas and gently rubbing myself to control my now desperate need to empty my bursting bladder. My body reacted as expected and I suddenly found myself both coming and going – as I climaxed and lost control, flooding my bed for a second time.
Sated, I lay there for perhaps another half hour before throwing back the duvet and inspecting the damage. My pants and pyjama trousers were almost totally soaked and my top wet halfway up my back. The towels had soaked up a lot of my pee but a great circle of wetness about a metre across covered the sheet together with a smaller wet area on the duvet cover. Pulling the wet towels off but leaving the sheet I headed for the bathroom, stopping to inspect my soggy state in the full-length mirror. Leaving the towels on the floor I stripped off my wet things, adding them to the pile then washed and showered. The bed I intended to leave, hoping it would be dry enough by the evening for me not to have to change the sheet as I wanted a new experience, that of sleeping in pee stained sheet with the aroma of the previous night’s accident in my nostrils. The room would have to be properly aired and plenty of air freshener sprayed round before Brian returned of course.
Shower and make-up completed I dressed in my first outfit – modest top and a jumper, a quite short and loose denim skirt and another pair of satin micro-fibre knickers with a pair of thick opaque tights over the top. This is a lovely combination of fabrics to wet in as it seems to hold the moisture for ages so prolonging the pleasure. After a quick breakfast, including a couple of large coffees I walked into over two hours had passed since I last peed and I definitely needed to go but instead of finding a public loo headed for a café, sat down and ordered another coffee. By the time I had finished it I could hardly sit still but still didn’t use toilet.
I had intended to walk home but instead decided to take the ten minute bus ride instead. Sitting on the bus being bounced around was exquisite torture, every bump threatening a leak from my over-full bladder till, standing up to get off at my stop, I felt a first warm trickle in my knickers. It was a real challenge walking the last 100 metres to the flat, little dribbles escaping into my pants and tights with almost every step to the extent that by the time I got to my door the tops of my thighs were definitely wet. As I closed the door behind me I almost lost it, a long spurt soaking through my knickers and tights and running down my leg, a small puddle forming on the floor.
Quickly, before I completely lost it I hobble into the bathroom where I stood in the show and simply let it flow. What a wonderful hot, wet release!
Having enjoyed the wetness of my pants and tights against my skin for a few minutes I peeled them off and dried legs with a towel, added the wet knickers and tights to the wet pyjamas lying in a damp pile on the bathroom floor. I didn’t shower but simply pulled on clean dry satin knickers and black leggings under my skirt (which amazingly had stayed dry). Pottering at home doing the inevitable chores kept me busy followed by lunch, while I read forum post on my tablet and, of course, more coffee. I had already protected the sofa I was sitting on with a plastic sheet and thick towel, just in case of accidents you understand. Feeling very relaxed I sat there reading, enjoying the growing pressure, followed eventually by little dribbles and leaks, enjoying warm wetness slowly spreading from my crotch to the tops of my thighs and my bottom. Finally, my bladder began to spasm so relinquishing control I just sat there and wet my pants again! More clothes were soon added to the growing pile while I hung my skirt up to dry off, intending to wear it again later.
Usually I go for a run or two at the weekend as part of my occasional keep-fit regime. Having dried myself off again I put on my running top, cotton pants and lycra joggers (black of course), downed a bottle of water to keep myself hydrated, took another one with me and without peeing again headed out for my usual route. Leaky bladders when running are a well know problem for women, along of course with wetting ourselves when laughing hard. Half way round I had drunk my second water bottle with my rapidly filling bladder being bounced about as I ran I realised that it was beginning to threaten a rather too public flood if I wasn’t careful so I took a shorter route to cut the time. Even so for the last half mile or so I was leaking with almost every step. By the time I arrived home I was wet to the knees and hardly needed to wee by then – I’d already done most of it in my pants. At least when I checked nothing showed on the shiny lycra material and I felt amazed at myself for actually having an accident in public like that. Finishing my pee though my pants while sat on the loo I added them to the growing soggy pile, noticing the definite smell of wee in the bathroom, some of coming from me as I now definitely smelled as if I peed myself. I was hot and sweaty as well so did take another shower this time.
It was now late afternoon and so far I had wet my bed twice and my knickers three times. How much more washing was I going to create?
Out of the shower I chose some cotton knickers and an old, worn pair of jeans as my next outfit. Back on the sofa, sitting on yet another towel I watched a film on TV while I filled up with a large pot of tea. Tea always makes me need to pee and it didn’t take long before I was enjoying that desperate feeling again. I hung on till the end of the film, but had already started to wee in my pants so went to bathroom and again simply stood in shower and weed down my legs. More soaked clothes on the washing pile!
For my final outfit of the day I put on the same denim skirt from earlier (it was almost dry by then) and another pair of full-cut silky pants. With another film on the TV , a simple salad for dinner with a bottle of wine with coffee after I was feeling even more relaxed than ever as I reflected on my stress relieving day, wondering what my work colleagues would think of me if they knew what I’d spent the day doing. Eventually I stopped the film and went to wash up. Now that was torture! Standing with your hands in warm water when you are bursting for a wee is a recipe for disaster but somehow I managed to hold most of it though my knickers were quite wet and a couple of dribbles had run down my bare legs. To prolong my fun I went back to the sofa to watch the last 20 minutes of the film – still bursting, leaking, and with already wet knickers. As soon as the film ended I could hang on no longer and dashing into the bathroom finally wet myself completely sitting on the loo still with my pants on.
By this time it was after 10:30 and sleep was calling. The bed had dried with a lovely yellow stain on the old white sheet and that unmistakeable smell of bedwetting that rarely have a chance to enjoy. I placed a new towel under the sheet just in case I wet the bed again (knowing I probably would), put on another pair of satin knickers and pyjamas and climbed into bed, breathing in the scent of the previous nights accident.
Sometime during the night I had another pee dream in which I was at a festival with the usual horrible toilets so after hanging on for a while sat on the grass and peed through my knickers. Of course, that was probably the point where I actually peed the bed as for the second day running I woke to wet pyjamas and sheet, a lively new wet stain inside the old one. Of course, I needed to wee again but lay there in the wetness until I started leaking then deliberately didn’t quite make it to the loo and wet myself again all over the bathroom floor. The large pile of damp towels came in useful to mop up my latest puddle.
Showered, dressed in clean clothes I surveyed the result of my weekend adventures while reminding myself that I had to stay dry from now on as Brian was coming home that afternoon. After breakfast my first job was to strip my wet bed and wash the sheets. Once these were in the dryer there was a still a pile of very wet towels and lastly my pee soaked night clothes, tights, joggers, jeans and knickers to deal with. Quite a washing load, but then I had wet the bed three times, wet myself clothed five times (not counting the final accident in the bathroom but my pyjamas were already wet when that took place).
What weekend! Now I had about six hours to make sure all the washing was done and the bedroom and bathroom clean and smelling fresh for Brian’s return and to hide my ‘wetting kit’ of waterproof bed covers and old sheets. I was naughty one last time though as I kept putting of weeing as I did the cleaning and without intending too started to wet my knickers completely by accident, probably as a result of having simply wet myself so many times over the previous 24 hours. So, yet another pair of knickers to wash – the seventh. I’d have to be careful though and make sure I had regained full control by the end of the day. A wet bed that night or an accident at work on Monday would be a little difficult to explain.
It was several more weeks before I had another chance for some ‘me time’ but that was nothing like that wonderful wet weekend in Margate. |
EPISODE 4
“Time’s up!” echoed the Relief Officer. All this while, she had been timing Nick’s permitted duration of relief on her stopwatch. A mere ten minutes. Sadly, that never gave him any relief. All what happened during those ten minutes is build up. A strong buildup of pressure waves in his bladder. Truth was that… he had to pee worse than before!
As she leaned over, replaced and locked the latching device over his bloated crotch, she noted the frantic look on his face - almost as if he were begging her for more time. “I’m sorry Nick. I really wish that I could grant you more time. Maybe even a little leak to relieve that pressure. But unfortunately, rules don’t permit me to do so.”
Nick’s cock and bladder ached with the tremendous need for release as the latching device locked over his fullness. His pee organ and urinary bladder throbbed violently in an attempt to push out the contents. But he held it with all his might, doing all what he could to keep it in - leaning forward, rocking back and forth, jiggling his legs, fanning his legs, bouncing on his seat, edging. None of this helped. There was only one solution - let it all out!
The woman eyed the bulge in his pants as it contracted and popped out rhythmically. “It’s only for a couple of hours more Nick. After that, you can pee to your heart’s desire.”
“I won’t last that long,” he breathed through the thin sheen of sweat on his face.
“You can do it Nick. You have to.”
All the while, Nick struggled to drive. He was having a tough time trying to concentrate on the traffic. There were all the chances of an accident. He was bursting. Beyond words. And all what we wanted was to take that piss. All of a sudden, the money didn’t matter. It was what made him sign up for this job in the first place. He was ready to lose it all. His job. His money. Anything for that long and hard blissful piss in the toilet. But then he remembered, he doesn’t get to take that. After his shift, he had to report to his manager without fail. With his painfully full bladder! That gruelling meeting usually took around thirty minutes. He would be edging on his seat… dying for that piss… waiting desperately for it to get over so that he could empty his contents into a special cup in the manager’s room. This cup was connected to a device that measured the authenticity of the fluids poured into it. It could calculate when this urine started to form in the body, since when it had been stored in the bladder and the amount of urine that had been lost through spurting, leaking or cheating. Based on this information, the device would display the percentage of authenticity, desperation endured in the day and fullness level of the bladder. This was what determined his pay for the day. Or even his cut for the day or week! Which was how it turned out most of the time. Not many could manage to get their hands on that handsome pay every time. Most of the senior drivers do though! Through time and training, they had learnt to control their bladders and hold it all in. They are the ones who always manages to pick up that hefty pay plus bonuses.
The younger drivers like Nick were still learning. The level of control over their bladders were just not good enough. Halfway through the job, most of them would finally figure out that this was all a bad idea. The dream of pocketing that huge pay would seem like a distant dream and they would try to quit their jobs. But that’s where the catch is! While joining, they had signed an agreement which clearly states that… “any employee of Eco Express who wishes to resign from his duties would be required to undergo the resignation formality. This is a 24 hour extensive procedure in which the employee would be required to take in plenty of fluids every ten to fifteen minutes. There would be zero bathroom breaks. On successful completion of this procedure, the employee would be credited to his bank account with an additional $100,000.00”
But of course, none of them could complete this procedure. It was simply not possible with the amount of fluids they had to consume and the limited breaks. The next clause states that “if the employee fails to complete the procedure, he would be (i) required to pay $100,000.00 in damages to the company and (ii) resume duties without pay, or until all dues are cleared.”
Meanwhile, Nick had shot a long spurt of piss into his pants.
“Oh no Nick. You’re going to get into trouble,” the Relief Officer warned.
“I’m trying,” he said, shaking. “I’m just not able to hold it in anymore.”
The bus began to stall, shifting in between neck breaking acceleration and to a point where it almost shuts down. Nick could neither control the bus nor his bladder.
“Hang on,” said the Relief Officer and pointed a device to his trembling cock. It looked like one of those electronic thermometers.
The device displayed a number in digital red - 115%
She looked at her watch and then to the street before them. “You’ve got four more hours left. Do you think that you can wait till then?”
She slowly turned her gaze to him and finds him bouncing on the edge of his seat in utter desperation. “Your bladder is a 115% full. You’re holding good.”
That made him more desperate - knowing how full he was!
The Relief Officer paused as a loud trickle caught her attention. When the beeper started to sound its alarm, it all became clear. Nick was wetting his pants.
“Oh no you don’t!” She leapt forward and pointed the desperation meter at his crotch. The latching device tightened its hold over his swollen dick, thereby shutting down the involuntary flow of urine.
Nick, crippled by desperation, curled into himself. His stomach cramped terribly as the piss got locked in. “Please, stop,” he begged.
“Hold it in, you can do it,” she encouraged.
“Please, my bladder’s bursting, I’m hurting badly… please…”
She sighed and pointed the desperation meter at his crotch once again. When she did, the latching device throbbed over his erection. It slid up and down his cock, simulating a “hold it - jerking.”
Nick groaned and hissed as the device gave him a sense of growing pleasure over his utter desperation.
She pointed the meter at his crotch again. This time, the reading displayed 85%.
Meanwhile, Nick was still having a tough time driving. The latching devices’ sliding action over his cock speeded up, giving him the feeling of approaching orgasm.
“I’m about to cum… anytime.” he announced through a tortured groan.
“Well, we don’t have to go that far,” saying this, she restored the latching device to its normal functions. “The only purpose of this action is to give you relief. To help you hold longer. Cumming is not part of this exercise.”
Nick wasn’t too happy at this. He was enjoying it and wanted to cum. He tried to fan his legs in an attempt to relieve that growing feeling. Growing. He looked down and realized that his cock had grown to its full length. A good 8 inches. A length that he had never achieved before.
“That’s one big boner,” said the Relief Officer quietly. “You’re going to have to reward me well tonight.” |
So far the day has been packed with fun for Michael and Jeremy. Michael had spent the night over at Jeremy, his boyfriend’s house, and all morning they played video games, and Michael chugged his Crystal Pepsi the whole time, with Jeremy opting for his usual Mountain Dew Red. It’s difficult for him to drink other beverages ever since the S.Q.U.I.P. incident.
That afternoon, they decided to go see a new horror movie that everyone has been raving about. They planned to laugh all the way through, after all, it surely won’t be that scary. However, by the time they finished level 14 of Apocalypse of the Damned, Jeremy looked at the time and realized that the movie starts in 20 minutes- and they were both still in their pajamas.
“Michael, fuck! Hurry up and get dressed, we have to leave in 5 minutes if we’re gonna make it on time!” Jeremy shouted, saving the game quickly and taking off his shirt to get changed. Michael cursed and started to get changed as well, throwing on his favorite black and green “CREEPS” shirt and a pair of gray skinny jeans. Knowing that he’s been drinking a lot of soda that morning, he starts to head to the bathroom but Jeremy grabs his arm and starts to pull him out the door.
“Come on, we have to leave now or we won’t have time to get popcorn” he states, dragging his boyfriend out the front door. Looks like his bladder would have to wait.
The boys arrive at the movie theater and purchase their tickets, and hurry through the line to get snacks- after all, popcorn is a movie theater MUST.
“No soda for me, my buddy, I’m broke as hell.” Michael half-lies. He could afford the soda easily, but he doesn't want to risk having to take a “potty break” in the middle of the movie.
“No dumbass, I’m paying for you, you don’t have to worry about it!” Jeremy says lovingly, and turns back to the cashier, “One medium pepsi, a large popcorn, and a….water, I guess?”
Michael sighs internally. He was flattered at Jeremy’s generosity, but he doesn't want to miss any of the movie because of a full bladder; he could already feel himself starting to fill up. But it was no big deal, he could wait until a dull moment and make a quick run to the restrooms. “Thanks, babe.” He smiles, and grabs Jeremy’s hand. Jeremy smiles his dorky smile back at him.
They walk into their theater a few minutes late, but luckily it was still only showing previews. Michael leads Jeremy to the top row, and choose seats far away from anyone else. They laugh and joke with the previews, poking fun at all of them and having a great time. Michael was having such a great time that he completely forgot about his need to pee, and missed out on what would have been the perfect opportunity to make a run to the bathrooms. By the time the movie started, he had already absentmindedly drank about a fourth of his soda.
“Shit..” he quietly whispers to himself. He definitely needs to pee. But now that the movie was starting he couldn’t just leave, he would miss important exposition! Obviously he would have to hold it a little while longer. But it definitely isn’t anything he needed to worry about, he’s 18, he knows how to hold his piss. So, he takes a handful of popcorn and points at a continuity error on the screen and makes a joke about it to his buddy, and has another sip of his soda to wash down the popcorn with.
It’s an hour into the movie and Michael Mell really needs to piss. He’s stopped being able to focus on what’s happening onscreen. Jeremy’s shaking leg that was causing his seat to shake as well definitely isn’t helping either. His bladder is so full now, he realizes that he hasn’t relieved himself since that morning, a full 6 hours ago. And to top it off, he has at least a liter of soda weighing him down by now.
Fuck, this is definitely not good. One bad jumpscare and I’m gonna have to explain to Jeremy, and anyone else who sees me, why my pants are soaked and smell like piss.
Michael slowly starts to get up, being careful not to jar his bladder, but Jeremy grabs his arm and yanks him back down quickly. A small spurt of pee dampen his boxers and he quickly grabs his crotch to stop the flow before any shows up on his pants. He is starting to panic a bit internally.
“What the hell, Jeremy?” he whispers.
“Please don’t leave me alone, this movie is scarier than I expected it to be” Jeremy whispers back, clutching Michael’s arm tightly. Michael softens up, seeing his boyfriend like his was definitely very cute, and also he didn’t want to be a bad boyfriend by leaving Jeremy alone and scared. Reluctantly, he sinks back into his seat, still clutching the tip of his penis as discreetly as he could.
“Of course, mahal ko.” Michael whispers gently, and holds Jeremy’s hand with his free hand, allowing the frightened boy to squeeze it tightly, and the desperate one to squeeze just as tightly back.
As another short leak dribbled into Michael’s underwear, he started to wonder less if he would make it to the bathroom in time, and more how dry would his pants be by the time he was able to get to a bathroom. His leg was shaking too now, and he was squirming slightly, squeezing his crotch as tight as he could, fighting against the leaks that were begging to come out.
Without warning, a big jumpscare exploded onscreen. Jeremy shouted and pressed himself back in his seat, folding his legs to his chest. Michael suffered quite a bigger misfortune than a temporary fright. The creature in the movie had caught him so off guard that he had started to lose control of his bladder with one long, big leak which spread to his pants in no time, and lasted a good 4 seconds. By the time he regained control, the wet spot on the front of his pants was about the size of an iPhone 6. He removed his other hand from Jeremy and leaned over, using both hands to squeeze his cock, trying desperately to stop as much as he could from coming out.
Fuck, oh god, oh no, this is NOT happening! I did not just piss my fucking pants in front of Jeremy!
For a brief moment he considers getting up and running to the bathroom and finishing up there, to save what little dignity he has left, along with his pants. But that requires having to walk out of the theater, and through the public space with a giant piss spot on the front of his crotch. No way in hell was he about to do that!
Suddenly, Jeremy stands up and bolts out of the room without a word. Michael doesn’t register what just happened for a moment, and doesn’t react immediately. Once he does realize the situation however, he forgets all about his pride, and bladder, and stands up as well, walking as quickly as he can out of the room, not even caring that he’s leaking with every step he takes. Something was clearly wrong, and he needed to make sure Jeremy was safe and okay, that takes top priority.
Once he exits the first door out of the theater and enters the middle room between their movie and the public, he sees Jeremy kneeling about mid-way through the room, sobbing.
“Jeremy!” He calls out, and starts to run over to him, but momentarily lets go of his crotch and forgets what he is doing, and then that’s it. His bladder gave up. Pee comes flowing out of him and he has no control over stopping it. He freezes and shouts, “Fuck, no!” and tries desperately to stop the flow, but it’s too late. His pants are soaked to the floor and there is now a small puddle starting to form beneath him.
Realizing that he no longer has any control, he relaxes and sits down, peeing full force into his pants until it slows and finally stops, probably about 45 seconds later. There’s now a puddle staining the carpet around him for about 2 feet. Michael sits there for a moment, not quite processing what just happened.
“Michael..?” came Jeremy’s soft voice. Shit. He looks up and sees his boyfriend is turned halfway around and staring at him with wide eyes.
He blushes deeply and looks down. “God, I- I’m so sorry...I don’t even know what happened. I just...I’m so sorry, Jeremy.”
Silence. Michael stares at the floor and mentally curses himself out for being so negligent to his bathroom needs. Jeremy probably is disgusted, he’s probably considering dumping Michael right there.
Then, laughter. He looks up and sees Jeremy looking down and softly laughing, and then getting a little bit louder with his laughs. Michael looks down again and buries his face in his hands and knees, “Oh god, please don’t laugh, this is embarrassing enough as it is.”
Jeremy is laughing harder now and manages to stop long enough to say, “No, I mean,” He laughs and stands up, revealing his own pants to Michael- pants that are also very clearly saturated with urine, all the way down and around. There’s even a small puddle below his feet!
Michael stares, eyes wide, “You...you- oh my god, you pissed yourself too?!” He stands up and walks over to the shorter boy and slowly starts to laugh as well. Soon, they’re laughing hysterically together, leaning on each other for support and occasionally glancing at each other’s soaking wet pants and laughing even harder.
Soon, they calm down and sit next to each other by the wall.
“I guess maybe we should have taken that bathroom break before we left the house” Jeremy admits.
“Yeah, or during the movie previews” Michael adds
“Or literally any time before….this!” They both start laughing again at this.
“You’re such a dork.” Jeremy says lovingly, leaning his head on his boy’s shoulder.
“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” Michael says, and kisses Jeremy’s forehead. “Now come on, let’s try to sneak out of here before anybody from school sees that we both just pissed our pants as freshmen in college.”
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A/N: My first omo fanfic and first Be More Chill fanfic, please feel free to leave constructive criticism and feedback!! These characters are from the musical Be More Chill. I'm also going to be working on a SFW/Non-omo version of this same general scenario, so I'll be happy to link anyone to that once it gets done and posted somewhere (not here, obviously). I also might later post a drawing, maaaybe two, to go along with this. |
Well, I'm about to write a story that's never been written before. I can only hope the other omorashi lovers will like it. If anyone wants to make art based on this, be my guest, I'd LOVE to see it!
Notes: This is a Mario fanfic, or rather one based on Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Games. In this story, some of the races or events might be longer than in the games, and Daisy does NOT change out of her usual sports outfit for gymnastics, aquatics, or Equestrian)
Princess Daisy's Olympic Desperation
Princess Daisy was feeling very energetic today. Perhaps it was the energy drink she drank earlier today. She wanted to compete in as many Olympic events as possible, so she signed up for several events in a row today!
She was wearing her usual sports outfit - a yellow tank top and short, orange shorts.
She started out with a warmup - 100M Sprint. She ran the race, and, being as fast as she was, won the race easily. After she was presented with her gold medal, she drank five bottles of water, for she was a little thirsty after running the race and it was a mildly hot day.
Next, Daisy did Rhythmic Ribbon. She was up first, and ran around, making the correct motions with her ribbon. Once she was done, she drank five more bottles of water and a soda while watching Peach, Blaze, and Wario do Rhythmic Ribbon. Blaze proved to be more graceful than her and won, but Daisy got the bronze medal.
Next was a game of table tennis against Donkey Kong. The game dragged on for a while, with them each alternating between scoring a point, causing the game to go on for about half an hour. Daisy lost a point when she realized that she was going to miss her 100M Freestyle. But, eventually, she beat Donkey Kong when she scored two points in a row.
Daisy missed 100M Freestyle, but hopefully she would be in time for 100M Hurdles. She ran to the event and just made it in time, drinking seven bottles of water because she hadn't had time to drink it after the tennis game.
She ran the Hurdles, jumping over every one perfectly and winning the race. She drank three more bottles of water after this.
As Daisy made her way to 4 by 100M Relay, she felt she needed to pee. She had drank a lot of water and it was starting to go through her. But, she was sure she could hold it.
Daisy was to be the third to run. The first was Wario, and the second was Bowser. She was a little concerned that they wouldn't get to her fast enough. Ahead of her was Sonic, so he'd make up for their slowness.
The race began. Daisy fidgeted slightly as she waited for Wario and Bowser to get to her. Eventually, Bowser reached her and threw the baton to her. Daisy dropped it due to her need to pee and Bowser's clumsiness. Daisy picked it up and ran as fast as she could, giving the baton to Sonic as soon as she reached him. Sonic won the race. Daisy was panting, and drank four more bottles of water.
Daisy looked at the clock, hoping she'd have time to use the bathroom, but to her dismay she saw that it was almost time for her next event to start - Long Jump.
She and each of the other eight had to jump three times. Daisy was always the last to jump, and fidgeted hard for it. As she watched them jump, Daisy felt her need to pee become greater. After her first jump, she realized she could just go to the bathroom while her opponents jumped, but found all the stalls to be full of female Toads. She ran fast and got all the highest score on all three jumps.
Daisy had to rush to cycling immediately, and got there less than a minute before the beginning of the event. On her team were Peach, Mario, and Luigi. Daisy rode her bike as fast as she could, and the others could barely keep up with her. When she began to get tired, she moved to the back. With her teammates in front of her, she had to go a little slower. Once she was in front again, they rode fast enough to catch the opposing team.
Daisy was tired, and a little sweaty, so she drank five bottles of water, not thinking of the consequences.
She wished she could have allowed herself a break between events at least once, for she really needed to go, but had to run to volleyball. It was Daisy and Vector against Knuckles and Amy.
She decided to win the game right away so she could have some time to spare before trampoline and go to the bathroom. She had to pee really badly.
It was all she could do to hit the ball and not have her hands on her crotch. She nearly lost it when she jumped up to spike the ball, so she was more cautious after.
The game lasted average length, and Daisy and Vector lost. Daisy looked at the clock. It was time for trampoline to begin.
Daisy chugged down three more bottles of water and ran to trampoline. This would be torture to do while holding it, but she'd do her best.
She jumped up and down on the trampoline and posed as best she could, but the throbbing of her bladder made it very difficult for her, and she nearly leaked when getting into a position in which she stretched backwards. As a result, she didn't pose as good as she could have, and placed sixth.
With one hand on her crotch, she checked the screen for what her next event was, and cringed when she saw it was uneven bars, right away. She drank two more water bottles, and ran to the event as fast as she could. By the time she got there, Silver was already doing the uneven bars.
"I have to go to the bathroom!" said Daisy.
"The bathroom of this area is out of order," said Toad.
Daisy moaned and sat down on the sidelines, fidgeting hard. She was in desperate need of a bathroom, but the one time she had the chance she couldn't go!
After Silver, Bowser Jr., and Waluigi finished their Uneven Bars, it was Daisy's turn. She swung around on the bars as best she could. This was even worse than trampoline due to her very full bladder, which was filling up even more by the second from all the water she had continued to drink. This affected her performance again, and she slipped up a few times. Finally, it came time for the last swing. She swung on the bar and jumped to the ground, trying to pose, but instead she fell on her butt, squirting slightly into her underwear and dampening her shorts slightly.
Daisy placed fourth, but she didn't care, she just wanted to find a bathroom.
Sadly for her, it was time for a 500 meter race instead.
She ran to the racetrack, and ran the race. Her need to pee made her run faster, as if she was running to a bathroom. She won by a landslide, but was exhausted, and her shorts were a little damp with sweat. She wished she had sweated enough to soak them completely, so she could just pee herself and no one would notice. She also wished she had signed up for an aquatics event next so she could pee in the water. The next one was so far away and she wasn't sure she could make it.
She drank five more bottles of water, knowing she'd regret it later. After receiving her gold medal, she ran to her next event, Equestrian.
Daisy sat atop her horse, with Luigi, Tails, and Metal Sonic as her three opponents. Luigi went first, and Daisy had to wait on her horse for him to finish. She fidgeted even harder, and her horse looked a little nervous that Daisy might pee all over it. She tried crossing her legs, but fell off the horse and nearly wet herself there. After rubbing her sore butt for a few seconds, she climbed back onto her horse and continued to squirm.
After Luigi, Tails, and Metal Sonic were done, it was Daisy's turn. She ran her horse as fast as she could, jumping a few hurdles but knocking several of them over, and she even fell off the horse again. She climbed back up and finished the race, placing third.
She immediately had to run to Football (soccer) after that. Her team was Luigi, Wario, and Blaze, and her opponents were Peach, Bowser Jr., Metal Sonic, and Waluigi.
Daisy was usually really good at this sport, but right now she needed to pee more badly than she ever had in her life, and could barely keep the ball for two seconds before one of her opponents stole it. Waluigi and Bowser Jr. tripped her several times, nearly causing her to lose control. Bowser Jr. even kicked her in the butt once, seeing how badly she needed to go.
The game went on for several rounds without a goal, and with each round the pressure in Daisy's bladder grew, so that the throbbing became unbearable. She was holding herself the entire game. She still had to drink a bottle of water between each game, but decided to not drink more than absolutely necessary anymore.
Her shorts were no longer damp with sweat, so if she peed herself it would be very noticeable.
Eventually, Luigi scored a goal, and when time ran out, Daisy's team won.
After taking the gold medal, Daisy ran. Due to the length of the game she had missed her javelin throw, discus, her next hurdles, and her 400 meter race, but she was just in time for her hammer throw. It was her turn fourth, and as she swung the hammer around, she leaked a little, forming a small wet spot on her shorts. She threw the hammer, and had to wait for the other four players to finish, fidgeting even harder, feeling the pee slosh around inside her.
Daisy won a gold medal, and immediately ran to her next event, Badminton. It was her and Mario against Sonic and Silver.
She was more desperate than ever, and could barely even hit the birdie, holding the racket with one hand and holding herself with the other. She was close to reaching her limit. But, if she could just make it past this event and the next, there would be 100M Freestyle, and she could just pee in the water then, and no one would notice.
Sonic spiked the birdie down, hitting Daisy in the face and knocking her on her butt. She leaked for three seconds, and whimpered a little. Her panties were wetter, and the wet spot on her shorts was easier to notice. She got to her feet, still shaking with the effort of holding in her pee, and continued playing, but the tremendous waves of pee sloshing inside her kept her from playing better, causing Sonic and Silver to win.
Her next event was fencing, and she ran to it, dribbling the entire way, the wet spot on her shorts growing bigger. Her fencing match was against Peach. At this moment, she felt she was about to burst. But all she had to do was hold it for this event, win or lose, then get to her swimming race. Although, her shorts were getting pretty wet, she hadn't soaked them yet.
Daisy frantically swung her sword at Peach, hitting her a few times, but Peach parried her, and hit her several times. She used her special thrust, knocking Peach to the edge, and then hit her again, winning the match. Daisy fell on her butt and leaked for five seconds.
Fortunately for her, the attention was on Peach for winning. Peach blushed lightly at the sight of Daisy's shorts darkening a little more. Daisy got up, her bladder still trembling and feeling it could release itself any moment, and ran toward the swimming pool.
Unfortunately for her, the pool was on the opposite side of the olympic stadium as the swimming pool. She ran as fast as she could, dribbling more. At one point she bumped into Bowser and fell on her butt, wetting her shorts for six seconds. She got up, brushed herself off, and ran.
As the pool came into view, she lost control. Daisy leaked again, but instead of stopping, it became a steady stream, which only got harder. Daisy stopped in her tracks, blushing with embarrassment as she peed herself all the way. The warm wetness soaked her shorts, and waterfalls of pee flowed down her legs, forming a puddle at her feet and soaking her socks and shoes.
She couldn't help but feel relieved, despite her humiliation. She had held so much in for so long, and it felt wonderful to just let go.
"Ahhhhh, that's better," said Daisy, enjoying her accident for the moment.
She peed for a little over two and a half minutes, and eventually finished. Her shorts were soaked, and her legs glistened with pee, but she was feeling much better.
She remembered she was to start a swimming race - she couldn't miss this, or everyone in the event after would notice that only her shorts were wet and deduce that she wet herself.
She ran into the pool area. The race was about to start - Daisy had had the two minutes to spare, since the fencing match was over so quickly and she ran so fast. She quickly ran to her position, and hoped no one noticed the state she was in.
"On your mark... get set... go!"
Daisy dove into the water. She won the race, feeling refreshed at the swim, her now-empty bladder, and the fact that her accident could no longer be noticed.
Her next event was a 1,000 meter race, which she won, and drank 10 bottles of water. By the end of the race she had dried off. Then was a game of Football, with her, Peach, Mario, and Luigi against Bowser, Bowser Jr., Wario, and Waluigi. As the game began, Daisy felt a powerful urge to pee again - a combination of some of the pee left over, along with the water she had just drank, as her kidneys were on overdrive.
The game lasted over fifty rounds without a goal, and, in part due to the fouls caused by her opponents, Daisy didn't make it.
She made a mental note to allow a few breaks between events next time to avoid a repeat of this day. Even though she did find the experience to be slightly enjoyable... |
Based on the below prompt:
"Imagine your OTP has a small child that's reluctant to use the potty. Parent A (who has 0% pee-kinkage) pees in the training potty to show the child how easy and comfortable it is. Parent B (who has a 100% secret interest in pee) walks in on this scene and tries to pretend the sight of their partner filling a tiny potty doesn't affect them. What happens later is the writer's choice."
This is exciting; my first fanfic on this website! Well, if you happen to stumble upon this, I hope you enjoy reading! This is a NaruMayo fanfic, in which they are married and have a kid together. Takes place a few years after the games, though there are no spoilers to speak of.
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Potty Training
"Amelia, do you have to go potty?" Phoenix asked his three-year-old daughter, when he glanced up long enough to see her squirming around and tugging at her t-shirt as if conceal her exposed diaper. It had been four years since he married Maya, who was the love of his life, and a little over three years since their daughter, Amelia, was born. Now little Amelia was on the path to becoming a big girl. Or so her parents would hope.
"No." Amelia answered as she shook her head. This was the third time they had this conversation, and the first two times ended with Amelia needing a diaper change not even ten minutes later. Phoenix knew he had to be patient with her, but it was clear she was ready to use the potty! She was probably just stubborn about giving up diapers, much like he was at her age, something his mother attested to previously.
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"If she's anything like my boy here, she's going to be one stubborn kid!" Mrs. Wright stated, jabbing her index finger into her son's arm.
"Mom..." Phoenix lightly groaned, already embarrassed.
"Was Nick really hard to potty train?" Maya inquired, curious as both a mother and a wife.
"At first, yeah!" Mrs. Wright answered. "He'd go anywhere except the potty. In fact, he still owes me for that pee stain he left on my bedroom carpet-"
"MOM!" he screamed, his face now beet red.
"You peed on her carpet?!" Maya laughed at her now thoroughly embarrassed husband.
"He soaked through his pull-up and piddled on the floor!" Mrs. Wright confirmed as she also laughed.
"After all the juice you gave me that day, do you seriously think that was my fault?!" the embarrassed lawyer questioned, though he too, couldn't help but laugh a little at the memory of running around the house and suddenly freezing up as he completely drenched himself, tearing up as he left a decently large spot on the carpet.
"Oh, oh I hope Amelia doesn't do that!" Maya stated in between catching her breath.
"Then keep our bedroom door shut!" he added.
"Will do!" Maya held back one last laugh.
"Well, the day after that happened..." Mrs. Wright continued explaining. "...I wondered if he would give the potty a try if he watched somebody else use it first. So, I took him into the bathroom, and set myself on his training potty..."
"You what?!" Maya asked, surprised.
"...And peed while he watched! After I emptied it out, he said: 'Mommy, I wanna try now!'. Two minutes later, he was officially a big boy! And to think, that was the only time I had to do that."
"I would hope so!" said Maya. Phoenix could have sworn she rolled her eyes.
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"Amelia?" Phoenix motioned for his daughter to approach him.
"Yes, Daddy?" the three-year-old toddled over to her father, thinking she had done something wrong. Once they were face-to-face, he picked her up, and set her onto his lap.
"Now, look, Amelia. You don't wanna wear diapers forever, do you?" he asked. "Don't you wanna be a big girl?"
"Can't I wear diapers, and be a big girl?" Amelia asked in response. "It'd be easier! Besides, I don't like the potty."
"How do you know unless you try?" he asked, giving her a soft, reassuring smile.
"...I'm too scared to try." Amelia confessed while she looked away, her gaze fixated on her own lap. "None of my friends in the playgroup use the potty yet, so I-" she stopped as her diaper suddenly grew warm while a familiar wetness spread. "Uh oh..." she whispered. "Daddy, I think I just..."
"I know, honey." Phoenix said sympathetically, feeling a twinge of guilt as he felt the radiating heat on his own lap. "Mommy and Daddy have been giving you a lot more juice lately, but we'll cut back, okay?"
Amelia nodded an 'okay'.
"Alright, let's go get you changed." he said as he got up and carried her to her room, where her changing table was.
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A few hours had passed, and Amelia was now sitting in her still dry diaper, watching cartoons, while her dad continued to go over a case file he had been looking at since that morning. Incidentally, a pen rolled off the desk, and Phoenix bent down to retrieve it, only to feel a dull pain in his lower abdomen, right about where his bladder was. It was enough to remind him of his own juice consumption over the course of that entire day. As he got up and headed for the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of his toddler daughter, and remembered their earlier conversation. He also recalled the chat between him, Maya, and his mother from the other day, particularly that one part.
I guess it was destined to happen... he thought as he approached his daughter. "Amelia?"
"Hm?" she paused her show so they could talk. Meanwhile, he bent down to her level despite his bladder's protests.
"Do you remember our talk earlier?" he asked.
"Yeah." Amelia answered as she nodded. "Why?"
"Well, I thought about what you said, and I think I understand." he explained. "When I was your age, I didn't wanna use the potty either."
"You didn't?" she asked, surprised.
"Nope." he answered. "But then one day, Nana let me watch her go potty, and showed me it wasn't all that bad." He paused to make sure Amelia was still listening, which she was. "So, I'm thinking...Would it help if you watched Daddy go potty? To see it's not all that bad?" Either way, I really have to go!
Amelia pondered for a minute, then got up from the couch before giving her answer. "Okay!" she beamed as she took her dad's hand as he stood up. "But don't say I didn't warn you!" she stated as she pointed up with the index finger of her free hand. He couldn't help but chuckle a little.
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Phoenix knew in any other situation, he would not be able to live this down. After all, he was about to sit on top of his kid's training potty and piss in it! He hadn't even needed to sit down to pee since he was five; he had no reason to do this except for Amelia's sake. Anything to finally wean her out of diapers, really. The child took her seat on the bath mat to watch her dad prove his statements true.
After opening the potty, then pulling down his trousers, followed by his underpants, Phoenix sat down, making sure his tingling penis was behind the built-in splash guard, and relaxed. After a few seconds of waiting, he felt a steady stream flow out of his urethra, and was soon listening to the pitter-patter of about six glasses worth of juice hitting the plastic bowl beneath him. He sighed in content as his bladder gradually emptied, while the pitter-patter became more of a tinkle as the plastic bowl gradually started to fill up. Curious as to see what was going on, Amelia stood up and stepped over to get a closer look. She was unable to see him piddle due to the splash guard, so Phoenix did the next best thing, pushing down on his bladder to make the steady stream's faint hissing more audible to her ears.
Unintentionally, it was also audible to his wife, Maya, who just happened to hear it as she walked past the bathroom door, and jumped to the conclusion her daughter was finally using the potty! Camera at the ready, she opened the door and popped in! Only to discover the source of urination as, not her three year old daughter, but rather, her 5'9" frame of a husband, who was quite shocked at the sudden barging, to say the least.
"M-Maya!?" he shouted, face flushed from embarrassment, as he was still peeing, despite trying to cut off the flow. "W-What's with the camera?!"
"N-Nick!" she responded, also quite shocked. She blushed, but not for the same reason as Phoenix. Ever since she was a teen, even the thought of watching a man urinate aroused her big time! She couldn't explain why, it just...did! In fact, if the room was kid-free, she would have made a move right then. "I-I thought Amelia was-"
"Look, Mommy!" Amelia enthusiastically spoke up. "Daddy's going pee pee! In the potty, no less!"
Maya giggled. "Yeah, Daddy's a real big boy, isn't he?" she said as she knelt down to their level, and petted at Phoenix's hair, which was her subtle way of telling him she was turned on, to which he couldn't help but look at her, confused and surprised. Who could honestly blame her? The image of her successful lawyer of a husband, sitting (or awkwardly squatting, to be more specific!) on a training potty, with his pants around his ankles while he filled the tiny potty with his piddling was just...adorable really! After another half-minute of being watched by two sets of eyes now, his steady stream died down to a trickle, then nothing. He gave a small sigh of content and relief, standing up to pull his pants back on before emptying out the plastic bowl, which was only one inch away from being full to the brim by the time he finished. How it wasn't overflowing was anybody's guess.
I didn't even think I had to go that bad! he thought as he poured the unbelievably large quantity of urine, which smelled lightly of grapes, into the toilet.
"Um...Daddy?" Amelia spoke, fidgeting a little.
"Yes, Amelia?" he asked, setting the empty bowl back into its place on the potty.
"I...I think it's my turn!" she stated, tugging at her shirt. For a brief moment, her parents looked at each other, surprised this crazy idea actually worked! With that, Maya helped her daughter out of her diaper, and set her on top of the potty. About a minute later, there was another pitter-patter, followed by another tinkle, as the plastic bowl filled up once more. Amelia grinned with pride as she proclaimed "I did it! I'm going just like a big girl!" Two minutes, and one photo later, she was cleaned off and put into a pair of training pants.
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It was now night time, and Amelia was already put to bed. Despite her success, she still had to sleep in a diaper 'to keep her bed dry' as her parents reasoned. It would be awhile before they let her wear big girl pants to bed, that was for sure! Meanwhile, in the parent's bedroom, they were about to go to bed themselves.
"I am never doing that again!" Phoenix firmly stated, after he flopped down on to his side of the bed. Even after six hours, the embarrassment still had yet to fully subside.
"I don't think you'll have to!" Maya assured as she joined him on their marital bed. "Amelia caught on rather quickly."
"That's true." he remarked. "The potty was full twice after she went the first time!"
Maya held back a giggle. "Not counting your turn before hers?" she asked as she looked down at him, a seductive glimmer in her eye.
"Maya..." Phoenix spoke as he sat up. "...I have to ask, even though I am slightly afraid to, but does watching me pee really...turn you on?"
Maya nodded in confirmation without hesitation. "I've fantasized about it ever since I was a teen." she explained. "Just the thought of watching a man urinate after he's been holding it for so long, or after he's had so much to drink-" she paused to catch her breath. "I get wet just thinking about it!" she stated as she felt her thighs grow damp out of arousal. Phoenix smiled seductively as he put his hand in his wife's panties.
"I meant to tell you even back when you were still my boyfriend- Whoa! Easy, Nick! -but I never really had a opportunity until today." she added.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized she was right; for as long as they knew each other, there really were so few instances of him needing a toilet bad enough, and if it ever got to that point, she wasn't able to watch him go. "You know, Maya, you're Wright! " he laughed.
"Oh, Nick. That pun was terrible, I love it!" Maya also laughed. "Almost as much as I love you!" she added with a kiss on his lips.
"And I love you, my beautiful Maya!" he said, as he kissed her in return. "Now peeing still doesn't turn me on, but since you enjoy it so much, we could always do it as foreplay!"
"Yes! I love that idea!" Maya happily breathed out. She leaned her head back in content as her husband continued fingering her, until he suddenly stopped and drew his hand back. "Nick, why did you st-?" she received her answer before she finished asking; as she focused back on him, she saw he had both of his hands tightly gripping his crotch while he squirmed and squeezed his thighs, and even started to whimper a little in desperation. "N-Nick?!" Maya almost exclaimed. "D-Do you have to-" As if I have to ask!
"I, um, h-haven't used the bathroom since...earlier." he sheepishly admitted.
Maya licked her lips. "Well..." she said with a husky voice. "Why don't we get my big boy to the potty before he wets himself, then?"
"As long as it's the big potty!" Phoenix requested as they both stood up. "The other one felt really tight!"
"As long as you don't piddle on the floor!" she playfully teased and winked as she took one of his hands to lead him to the bathroom.
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And that's the story! I'll have to write more NaruMayo omo in the not-so-immediate future! ;)
I'll concede Maya would have been better as Parent A, but...
1. I prefer adult male omo. I can't work with females as well (except if diapers are involved; then I can go either way).
2. I can't really picture Nick having any interest in pee. He just doesn't seem like the type to, IMO.
Anyway, if you made it to the end of this story, thank you so much for reading! =)
Edited May 26, 2017 by AceOmorashi
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Thursday, February 16th, 2017
Dear Diary~
Something really strange happened to me today. Let me start from the beginning... This morning, I was at school just waiting for football practice like usual. The only decent thing about the bloody place. I drank a bottle of Gatorade at lunch like I always do before practice, but today they were serving my favorite sort of tea and I drank four cups of it. Of course I needed a wee when practice began an hour later, but we were already out of the locker rooms and it wasn't too bad, so I just played.
When practice ended, I was bursting. The other girls always need to go afterwards as well, so there was a bit of a rush for the locker room. I needed to wee so badly that I couldn't run properly, and by the time I got inside, Jen and Tessa were already on the toilets. I undressed while I waited for them to clear out, but then Rachel turned on one of the showers...
I just couldn't hold it with the shower going. The pressure was unbelievable. I've been desperate to go before, but this was something new. The other girls were busy with their own stuff and I bolted out of the room. It was the girl's time in the gym so I knew the boy's locker room would be empty, and I didn't really have any choice. I went in there and made for the toilets, but...
I don't know why I'm so embarrassed just writing to myself, but I actually started leaking before I even got half way across the room. I panicked and pulled my shorts down and just weed on the floor... The relief was so intense, and this is where it gets really weird... I actually had an orgasm right there. At least, I think that's what it was...I've never had one before, but it was just so intense and amazing. I couldn't even keep my footing. At least I was smart enough to fall backwards so I didn't roll into my wee. I kept going hard for such a long time and it felt so good...
When I finally finished, I stood up and turned on all the showers for a minute to wash all my pee away. Luckily the wet spot on my shorts was small, so nobody could see as long as I kept my legs together. After I turned off the showers, I walked back to the girl's lockers. Everyone questioned where I went so I made up a fib about needing a drink from the water fountain in the hall. I'm really lucky that nobody saw me. I still can't believe that I had my first orgasm just from peeing. It honestly felt better than anything I've ever experienced before. I feel like I should maybe investigate this further.
*****
Tuesday, February 22nd, 2017.
Dear Diary~
It happened again today. I was hanging out at the mall with Kelly and Amy and we decided to go see a movie. We watched Lego Batman first, but then we decided to see John Wick 2 as well. Through the movies each of us drank two large sodas. By the time the second movie ended, we were all dying to wee. It was late at night and the theater had locked up tightly, including the toilets. We went outside and headed to the car, but Kelly and Amy couldn't hold it. They both just peed in the parking lot, but I figured I could make it home. I was frantic the whole ride, trying not to wet myself in Kelly's car. However, when I was holding myself, I got SO TURNED ON it was insane. The feeling of my hands against my vagina while I was so desperate almost made me get off in my seat. For some reason, having a really full bladder seems to make me incredibly sensitive down there. It hurts...but not in a bad way. Just awesome pressure that enhances every feeling tenfold.
Anyway, we made it to Amy's house and I was still dry. Well...DRY isn't the right word for it. I hadn't let any wee out yet, but I was so turned on that my knickers were soaked. I could hardly walk so Amy helped me into her house so I could wee. I barely made it into her loo before I started wetting my leggings. I sat on the toilet but I left a huge puddle on the floor first. As I relieved myself, I had another orgasm! It just felt like my vagina exploded with pleasure, I could feel it all through my legs and belly, it's so amazing! I always knew it would feel good, but it's so much better than I ever imagined.
I cleaned up my puddle and Amy wasn't upset. She gave me a pair of her own leggings so Kelly wouldn't know what happened when she drove me home. After I got back into my bedroom, I started playing with myself, this time remembering the sight of Kelly and Amy, with their skirts pulled up, emptying their full bladders on the concrete. Even though I no longer needed to go, the vision of them in my head was enough, and I had my third orgasm ever.
At this point, I knew that I needed to fully explore this. I wanted to see just how desperate I could become, and I wanted to feel even stronger sensations than I already did.
*****
Sunday, February 26th, 2017.
Dear Diary~
Today was indescribable. And yet, I'm going to describe it to you. Because you're a diary, and that's what you're bloody for, innit?
My parents left for church at like eight in the morning, and then they were going to meet friends for golf, so I had the house to myself the entire day. I knew what I was gonna do as soon as I woke up. I dressed in my pajama top and pink knickers and headed downstairs and filled like ten big glasses of water, then set them up on my desk. I started watching Steven Universe and drank a glass during every episode. I already had to wee after six episodes, and I was squirming after eight. I was too distracted to pay attention at that point, so I grabbed all the empty glasses and brought them to the sink.
Obviously I had to hide the evidence, so I rinsed the glasses, dried them, and put them back in the cupboard. Running the sink was torture, I had to twist my legs up so hard to stop myself from weeing right there. Once that was done, I grabbed my two remaining glasses and went up to my room. Climbing the stairs was painful, but I made it up dry. I couldn't believe how badly I needed to go already, but I couldn't yet. I really wanted to see how far I could take it. I drank another glass of water and laid back on my bed. I felt so full and desperate, and when I poked my belly where all the pressure was, it felt SO GOOD but hurt so bad at the same time. It's such an insane sensation, and it's ssoooo intense.
My vagina was so sensitive that every time I moved my legs, just my knickers brushing it sent shivers up my spine. I started playing with myself, but something started nagging at my mind. “I wonder how much wee is in there,” I thought. I wanted to measure it. I hobbled downstairs and opened the cupboard again, grabbing our measuring cup. It only went up to 250 millilitres, and I knew it wouldn't be enough. I didn't want to risk pouring it out and filling it again, because I didn't think I'd be able to stop weeing once I started. Now that I'm not desperate and out-of-my-mind randy, the obvious answer would be to just wee in a big pan and then pour it into the measuring cup as many times as I needed to.
However, desperate me decided the better idea would be to walk to the shop a half kilometer down the street and buy a bigger measuring jug. I went back upstairs and put on a proper blouse, and I decided to wear a long skirt so it wouldn't show if I couldn't hold it the whole way home. In fear of wetting myself while I was in the store, I pulled down my panties and put in a maxi pad. It wouldn't stop a real accident, but it would save me from a few leaks.
As if I wasn't being crazy enough, I drank the last glass of water. I did the math, I drank two and a half litres of water before I left the house. That's so much! I looked online and read that the average human bladder capacity is like five hundred millilitres. I almost stopped there, certain that I would wet myself if I tried to do this, but I guess desperate me has way more courage (or insanity) than normal me.
So I stepped outside with an absolutely bursting bladder and started walking towards the store. The maxi pad was rubbing against my vagina with every step I took. Obviously I've worn pads before, but I never felt them like this! Being so desperate had my nerve endings on fire. I could feel my blouse rubbing my nipples. I had to fight really hard not to have another orgasm. I knew if I did I would fall over and wet myself. I kept thinking of all sorts of horrible things to calm myself down.
When I was about half way to the store, I leaked for the first time. There were people around and it took all I had not to yelp and hold myself. I kept walking steady and managed to regain control. I placed a hand on my belly as I walked, oh god it felt so hard and full. I didn't even push on it, but just touching it sent a huge pulse all around my body. I felt so hot and flushed too, I was absolutely coated in sweat and my chest was on fire, my heart beating so fast. I don't know if it was from the effort of holding it or if it was just because I was so turned on, but it felt like I was standing on the sun. I finally got to the store and made a beeline for the baking isle. I found what I needed easily enough, a huge jug that I think is supposed to be used for storing flour or something like that. It has lines up to two litres and it only cost three pounds.
I went for the register as fast as I could without bursting on the shop's floor. Thankfully there was only one person in the queue before me. She left quickly enough, and I placed my jug on the belt. The cashier rung it up – And that's when I realized that I FORGOT MY BLOODY PURSE AT HOME! I was so frantic that I completely forgot the need to, you know, PAY FOR GOODS.
I just stood there stammering. I wasn't holding myself or crossing my legs, but I was nearly bent double and I know that I was bouncing involuntarily. Anyone with half a brain would know that I was dying to wee. I was burning with embarrassment and I was about to just sprint away in shame, probably wetting myself in the process. However, a guy who was in the queue behind me caught on that I forgot my money, and he immediately offered to pay. In any other state of mind I would have declined, but I just nodded shamefully and thanked him. As I grabbed my jug, he told me: “Good luck.”
It was a weird thing to say. Good luck with what? Good luck getting home without wetting myself? Good luck with whatever I needed the jug for? Did he know that I intended to wee in the jug? Good luck aiming properly with girl parts, then? It's really hard to imagine that he DIDN'T know that I was on the verge of an accident. There was just no hiding it anymore.
I hobbled out of the shop and started the half kilometer walk home. As soon as I cleared the shop's lot, I started leaking again. I had to stop this time or I really would have lost control. I weed for like three seconds, the pad felt so full, I was really afraid of overflowing it. There was nobody around, and I took a big chance. I slid my left hand through the waistband of my skirt and down the front of my knickers and held myself tightly. It was so wet and slippery, and the feel of my fingers against my vagina almost forced me into another orgasm. Trying not to get off was almost harder than trying not to wee. In fact, I'd say that it actually was harder. At least I had some control over my bladder, but I knew once I hit a tipping point, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from cumming.
I forced myself to pull my hand out and keep walking. I leaked every few steps for almost the whole trip. They weren't huge spurts like the first time, just tiny drips, pushed out because my bladder had to be at its absolute maximum capacity. I was maybe a hundred meters from my house when I felt the first little stream slide down my thigh. The pad had reached its limit. By the time I entered the driveway, my knickers and both my thighs were very damp, but it was nothing compared to the bucket of wee still inside of me. I got inside and tore off my blouse and skirt. I swear, I looked pregnant, there was just so much wee in there.
I twisted open the jug and immediately squeezed it between my thighs, but there was still a part of me that wanted to keep holding it in. I wanted to feel it, I wanted to feel my absolute limit. There was also a much larger part of me that NEEDED to cum before I let all my wee out. Despite the unfathomable pressure and pain I was feeling, I removed the jug and made for the stairs to my room. I had to climb them on all fours, the effort of lifting my weight with my legs alone wouldn't allow me to keep holding. It took almost five minutes just to get upstairs. I somehow made it into my room, and I reached into my knickers and tore the pad out. I tossed it into the rubbish and leaned back into my bed, my legs hanging off the side.
I was safe now, away from the public eye. I reached between my legs, and within half a second of touching myself through my knickers, I had an explosive orgasm that blew my last one out of the water. I lost all control of my limbs, my legs shaking violently and my chest heaving. If it wasn't for the contractions in my privates, I would have weed on the carpet. As soon as I regained the slightest bit of control over my body, slid off the bed into a kneel and shoved the open jug between my legs again. And I held it in, I kept holding it for as long as I bloody could. Ten minutes passed, and I was almost screaming from the effort of holding it, biting into my bra strap to suppress the sound. I had another orgasm right then, and I managed to turn around and lean against my bed so I wouldn't collapse. And then it happened again.
The way my body was feeling, it was completely unreal. I never could have imagined that pleasure like that could possibly exist. I didn't even feel human, I felt BETTER than human. I was unaware of my actual body, I was just a cluster of nerves firing on all cylinders as I came again and again without even touching myself. Even though my vision was blurred, I could see on my bedside clock that I had held it in for FORTY MINUTES after I got home. My bladder was screaming, all my senses completely consumed by my need to wee. I reached fifty one minutes before it finally happened.
I honestly didn't even notice at first. The sensations consuming my body were so strong that I couldn't feel myself weeing. I heard it first, the splattering under me. I rubbed tears of pleasure out of my eyes on my blanket and looked down, and I couldn't believe the torrent that was flowing through my knickers. It was seriously like a waterfall. I pressed myself really hard against the opening of the jug so none of it would leak out past my butt. I didn't want to pull my knickers aside because I might lose my grip on the jug if I let go of it with one hand. Eventually, the feeling came back between my legs, and I could feel the warmth of my wee flooding through my knickers. The relief was...it was just out of this world. I was too spent to cum again, but finally emptying my bladder legitimately felt better.
I now wish that I'd turned on the stopwatch on my mobile. I wasn't even paying attention to my bedside clock anymore. There's no way to tell, but I seriously think I peed for over two minutes. It just went on for so long. Eventually though, it came to a stop. I couldn't even move for a few minutes after. I was just so exhausted. It took maybe ten minutes before I could slide off of the jug. I sat down in the carpet, my soaked knickers leaving a stain that luckily dried by now...
I looked at the jug through hazy eyes, trying to make out the measurements. One thousand, two hundred and fifty millilitres, it said. At the moment, I couldn't believe it. I had more than DOUBLED the 'average' capacity that I'd read about. I was ecstatic. However, I now find myself disappointed. After I recovered, I went online and started searching for other people who might share the same love of holding it that I do. There's actually a huge community out there, thousands of videos, pictures, and stories. There's so much about my sexuality that I never knew. It's so overwhelming. So far I've seen videos of women weeing more than one and a half litres, there was even one that did TWO WHOLE LITRES! I might be far above average, but there's so much room for improvement.
I will make it, though. I'm gonna become a better holder than any of them.
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It was Lily's wedding. She had waited her whole life to find the man of her dreams. She worked hard to lose weight after high school, got a great job, saved every penny, and she made her man to be. It was her wedding day, and the tall blonde with her hair tied up and in her big wedding dress over her in-shape body. She had three maids of honor, each in a unique dress. There way Keena, a brunette with her hair tied into a bun, and her black dress hung just above her sexy leg's knees. There was Jennie, who wore a pink dress that tightened over her big breasts. Then, there was Crystal. Lily's older sister who had a short dress that if she bent over her panties would have shown. She had blonde hair that hung out in little curls and was very tan. All these lovely friends had something in common on this wedding day: they each had a LOT to drink in the limo on the way over to the after reception.
They all had their legs crossed until they got out of the limo. Lily had rushed around all morning. She felt like she had to go the most. It was not quite desperate yet for her, but it was getting there. Sadly, she and her groom had to go around and talk to everyone. Keena sat on a chair with her legs crossed. She felt the hot pressure building inside of her. The leg that hung over on top dangled and made her high heel shake to the edge of her toe. She noticed Crystal walking around worried.
"What's going on?" Keena asked her after she got up.
Crystal said, "I gotta pee my brains out." She bounced.
Keena nodded. "I'm pretty bad too. We had too much champagne in the car. Where's the bathroom?" They noticed Jennie walking with some guy. They ran up to them.
"Hey guys," Jennie said, a bit discomfort under her voice. "I just had to use the restroom really fast." She held her hands against her expanding stomach.
"Us too," Crystal said. "Where is it?"
"That guy told me this way." All three walked over. Lily's cousin Minnie was outside the bathroom door with her arms crossed on her chest. Her dark hair waved down, a dark maroon dress above the knees just about, and she tapped her foot. "Are you kidding me?"
"Nope," Minnie said, annoyed. "Crystal, your mom is in there. It's a bathroom and she locked up the whole thing. She's crying because her two girls are growing up.
Crystal was angry. She was a muscular girl. She lifted weights every day. She could feel her abs wrestling with the expansion of her bladder. She went up to the door and banged hard. "Mom! There's like four of us out here and we all have to pee like hell!"
Her mother sobbed. "I . . . just need a moment dear. Pl-please." All the girls were annoyed. Minnie continued to tap her foot hard as the other three formed a line. Crystal was at the end, Keena in front of her, and Jennie was right behind Minnie. Line: Minnie, Jennie, Keena, and Crystal.
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Ten minutes went by. The four girls held onto their bodies with their arms. They waved back and forth. Crystal, being more boyish, tightened her hands against her stomach and crotch. She bit her lip and hopped a little. Minnie heard her aunt's sobs. All the girls were annoyed, but more worried at this point.
Jennie bounced in place. "I swear my pantie are in danger of becoming a pool if I don't get in the bathroom soon."
Crystal said, "Daa, I,mmmm, me too." She struggled with her discomfort. "Mom! H-hurry up." Her legs crossed. She was at the end of the line and if she thought about that she still had to wait for the other girls to go in, undo their dresses, pee, put dresses back, up, wash hands, if the mother left the bathroom now, she was still probably 20 minutes away from getting to the toilet. "EEEEEE."
Keena rolled her eyes over and over. She gripped her hands behind her tight, black dress and lifted a leg up against the wall. She pushed it against the other to hold on. "I gotta peeeee."
Five more minutes went by. "I'll be out soon, just give me some more time." This didn't annoy the girls. It horrified them! Each of them were squirming in place. Minnie tapped her foot harder and faster. Her legs tight together. The mother turned on the faucet in the bathroom. All the girls heard the running water leaking and swirling down the drain. It reminded each of them how bad they had to pee. They all started to worry, "Oh my god, all our friends are here. These dresses were rented and are a fortune. If we pee ourselves, our lives are over. "
"Oh no!" someone screamed from behind. It was Lily. The bride, the girl with full bladder and special day was today. She could NOT pee herself. It would ruin her. She started to bounce in that white dress.
"M-M-mom is in there," Crystal said. Her hands were between her legs. Those tan legs shuffled over each other.
Lily held her white dress as she knocked on the door. "Mom! My friends and I really REALLY have to pee!"
"Just give me a little more time! This is a bad day for me."
All the girls felt annoyed and bounced. Lily stood there squirming. Minnie looked at her, "Lily, you're not cutting me."
Lily looked horrified. "B-but, it's my day. And my bladder is spilling over like a waterfall!"
Minnie's arms were at her side tight. She made fists. Legs crossed. "I-I-I don't care. I gggotta pee like crazy!"
"There's no way I can wait longer either Lily," Crystal said. "I'm about to burst like a water balloon against a brick wall. I can feel my bladder crack." Her tan, muscular legs shuffled faster. Lily bounced faster. The mother finally exited the bathroom. Minnie started to run in, but Lily grabbed her and pushed her to the side. She ran in and slammed the door behind her. Jennie ran up to the door and Minnie got up. They both started to knock and mess with the handle. Crystal moaned, "Noooooooooo!"
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Ten more minutes went by. The girls were squirming faster and antsier than ever. Jennie and Keena had their arms crossed, legs crossed, and nearly cried as they bounced. Crystal bit hard onto her bottom lip and eyes watered due to the overflowing feeling and anxiety of possible embarrassment if she did not get in there and wet herself. Minnie held onto her head as she went up and down. Tears fell from her eyes as she knew she could not wait any longer. Her bladder pushed against her organs, and she felt the liquid pouring over and coming out to her panties. She froze as she felt dampness in her panties. "O-oh no." She could not pee herself here.
Minnie ran. She had to find another bathroom. She stopped and asked a bartender. The response, "Nope. That's the only bathroom." Minnie's heart stopped for a second. Pee started to flood her red panties. She grabbed herself and tried to stop but could not. She lost control over her bladder. It poured and poured and her feet and heels were stained and soaked. Her family and friend were about to look....BUT THEN, Crystal realized she was not going to make it. Plus, she had more muscle than any person at this wedding. If anybody laughed she'd kick their butts. She ran to her friend and stood in front of her and let it loose. She felt relief as her bladder gave out. Her belly deflated as pee soaked her all over and people looked. They did not look in time to see Minnie's accident. So Crystal basically made it look like it was all her. At least she helped her cousin.
"Minnie, there's a spare dress in the trunk of my car," Crystal whispered to her. "Go change." Minnie gave her cousin a kiss on the cheek. She owed her everything. "What?" Crystal said. No one laughed. One guy started to, and he pointed. Then Crystal walked up to him and punched his lights out. "Very funny, anyone else want to laugh?" No one spoke. "Anybody into omorashi? How'd you like to dance with a wet girl?" A Chinese man came forward. Her neighbor, Josh-Li. It was a hot dance.
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Minnie was saved, Lily was going, Crystal just did not care and gave in, but Jennie and Keena both hopped in place. Their knees shuffled under their dresses. They turned red and felt hot. They felt their bladders about to give out. Jennie bit onto her bottom lip as she held onto her crotch. Keena backed against the wall, legs out in front, crossed, foot on top dangled, and she rubbed her sides.
"I can't last much longer," Keena complained.
"I'm going to wet myself in front of everyone we ever knew. I can't believe this." She started to cry. Her bladder filled more and more. Inside her bladder tipped to the side from the weight. Jennie almost lost it but held on.
A waiter walked over with a pitcher and glasses. "Would you ladies like some beverages while you wait?" He started to pour already. The water splashed into the bottom of the glasses and mixed with the sound of Lily washing her hands inside the bathroom. They were so close. They could still make it. They both tightened their legs. They felt their bladders blowing up more and more and more. Their bellies were over their waist's.
Keena cried, "This can't be happening. Oooooo, eeeeh, mmmmm!"
"Errrghhhhh," Jennie mumbled. She moaned from discomfort. She felt like her whole body was filled with pee. "Oh no, oh no, NOOOO!" Her bladder popped. It hurt so bad and her body spasmed. Pee shot out of her. Her dress soaked all over and legs covered and smelled. Keena saw and it was too much to take. She held tight and shifted her body trying to hold on.
"No.....no....NOOOOO!" But Keena lost too. Her bladder shot her legs apart so fast her black dress ripped a bit. Both girls leaked and leaked, urine everywhere. They both cried. Turning red from such humiliation. They had....a wet wedding.
The end.
Edited May 26, 2017 by Rick Dixon
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***ALTERNATE ENDING (I was rushed in finishing it, so here's a further expansion from:
......."Minnie was saved, Lily was going, Crystal just did not care and gave in, but Jennie and Keena both hopped in place. Their knees shuffled under their dresses. They turned red and felt hot. They felt their bladders about to give out. Jennie bit onto her bottom lip as she held onto her crotch. Keena backed against the wall, legs out in front, crossed, foot on top dangled, and she rubbed her sides.
"I can't...can't, last much longer," Keena complained.
Jennie said. "I'm going to wet myself in front of everyone we ever knew. I can't believe this." She started to cry. Her bladder filled more and more. Inside her bladder tipped to the side from the weight. Jennie almost lost it but held on.
They both stared out at the crowd. Friends they went to high school with, family they knew as bring friends of their whole lives, cute waiters serving food and drinks, and they were at risk of wetting themselves in front of all of them. The very thought tortured their minds and made them mentally push against the physical growing pressure within their bladders. Their bladders expanded over their waists and showed on their dresses. THEY HAD TO PEE BAD!
Keena asked, "Jennie, ccan I go first?"
Jennie gave her a bad look. "Hellz no! Are you crazy? I'm-OWWWWWWW!" Jennie felt a huge wave of pressure shoot into her waist. It stung like Lucille on a skull. "I-I'm-I'm, gonna burst. I feel like Hilary when she walked in on Monica and Bill."
"The hell does that mean?" Keena asked.
"I don't know. She probably felt a sting in her girl parts then too." Jennie hopped with her hands deeper into her crotch. She sweat from her head, and Keena's lips wobbled from trying to get her focus back to holding it. Keena's arms crossed on her chest, legs crossed tight up to her private parts, and she bent over a little.
"MMMMMMMMM!" Keena mumbled in deep agony. She started to cry, thinking of the humiliation.
A waiter walked over. "Would you ladies like a drink?" He started to pour water into two glasses. The water splashing on the bottom in drop and sounds tortured Keena and Jennie to the point of almost bursting. They heard Lily flushing and turning the sink on to wash her hands. The combination of hearing the pouring from the waiter, the flushing of the toilet, the sink inside going, it added tons and tons of pain into the girls. They both cried.
Keena squealed, "NNNoooo."
Jennie said, "This ccan't be hhhappening. We're good people, why here, why now?!?"
They both squirmed in place digging deep into their crotches with their hands. They shook their heads. They breathed heavy. Their breaths pushed against their big,bloated bladders. Then, the bathroom door opened.
Lily came out, but was in tears. She had her feet juggling up and down and hands on her stomach.
"What happened?" Keena asked.
Lily cried. "I couldn't get my dress undone. I flushed the toilet and used the sink to make the zipper slippery by using their water. But it's stuck. I-." But Lily noticed the waiter pouring the water. Having been so close to going and on high desperation caused the pouring to finish her off. "Girls, help, hurry! Or we're all doomed!"
Jennie and Keena struggled over with their legs squeezed tight, They tugged at Lily's dress's zipper. All three of their desperation's growing and growing. Their legs wobbled as they tightened on the upper part. Keena and Jennie tapped their heels on the ground. Jennie almost got knocked out from the pressure. All of their hips shook side to side.
POP! Someone popped a champagne bottle. Lily's new husband ran over and pulled her away. "Babe, we have to give a speech, come on!" Lily cried as she was pulled from her friends. Jennie and Keena saw the unoccupied bathroom and ran over. They both were caught in the doorway and squrimed trying to get by one another. But then Lily's mom came and pulled them away.
"Time for the big speech girls."
Keena stuttered. "Bbut, Mr.s.....we gotta pee. Okay!? We gotta go now."
"Let us go!" Jennie said, pulling hard. But Lily's mom pushed them next to Lily as all the guests stared. The husband poured the champagne and their was rain outside. It was all too much for the three girl's enlarged bladders. Lily's big day was ruined.
"NOOOO!" Lily screamed. It happened. Her bladder exploded, and pee rushed out and filled her panties, splashed across her dress, and made the white yellow. Seeing it shot loads of desperation pains to Keena and Jennie.
"This can't be!!!" Keena and Jennie screamed together. They lost it as well. They tried to run to the bathroom, but Lily grabbed them by the back of their dresses. She was not going down alone. Keena and Jennie peed gallons out. It rushed down their legs from the bottom of their expensive dresses now ruined. They gasped as each wave pushed and pumped out of their bladders. They all cried, as people laughed, and the horny waiter who poured the water went to the bathroom.
"I-I," Jennie said in tears. "I'm so humiliated."
Keena was still spraying from her pee hole. People pointed and laughed. She turned bright red. "No ho ho ho ohhh." They were all damp, smelly girls.
Lily cried, "It was suppose to be my day!" She fell to her knees.
a wet wedding it was. They thought George RR Martin wrote it considering the badness.
The end.
Edited June 5, 2017 by Rick Dixon
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The first part of this story is poop, then it moves into pee desperation. If you aren't into that, please skip to the second part marked 'PART TWO PEE'.
Honestly, I wasn't too happy with how this story turned out. I'm enjoyed writing it, but I feel like there was too much trivial information that I talked about and not enough about pee. I think it's OK. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!
PART ONE (POOP)
Cassidy sat in her seat, fidgeting and sweating. She drummed her fingers on the desk and moved the auburn hair out from her eyes. Her three requests to go to the restroom had been denied. She was sure if her teacher knew the severity of the situation, he'd let her go in no time, but it's the schools damn new bathroom rule that prevents him from letting anyone leave the classroom. No one is allowed to roam the halls while testing is going on.
"We've only got like fifteen more minutes," her friend told her, "then you can go pee."
Cassidy said yeah, but pee wasn't the only problem that was ailing her right now. Her belly groaned and her butthole flexed, holding in a fart she knew would be loud. It hurt. She held in so many of these already she felt she would burst.
She wiggled her butt on her chair, but it didn't help. Her sister, who is much more outgoing and open than her, would refer to Cassidy's current state as "prairie doggin'". She smiled to herself.
'Five more minutes,' she thought, 'I can make it.' Her belly groaned again, and the pressure increased inside her. She held in another fart, and her stomach groaned even louder. She recieved a quick but noticable look from her friend, who by now probably knew what she needed to do, and her face went beet red.
The bell above her head rang. She rushed out the door, down the hallway and into the bathroom. She loosened her belt (which was relievig in itself) skinned her jeans and panties off, and sat down on the toilet. As she did this, though, she heard three girls go into the bathroom. They put their things down on the sink and began speaking. Sounds of hairspray and other things emerged.
'Fuck,' Cassidy thought. She always held it in whenever she heard other people in the bathroom to hide her embarrassment, and couldn't even bring herself to relief at a moment like this.
They were talking, and the longer they did the more it tortured the poor girl. She had her hands on either side of her butt, pushing hard on the toilet and lifting her butt for wiggle room. Her butthole flexed hard. Her belly groaned again, and the pressure increased tenfold. Her pale skin grew clammy, and she shut her eyes, leaving a few tears to trail down her face. She wanted- she NEEDED- to let this go NOW.
It sounded like the girls were packing up their things. Cassidy was sweating and tearing and shaking and her stomach was constantly complaining.
The girls finally left. Cassidy let go of the toilet, plopped her butt down and the seat, and let go. Enormous amounts of pent up waste erupted out of her poor behind. All the farts that she was forced to retain were let out at once. She sighed, leaned back on the toilet, and enjoyed her final relief.
PART TWO (PEE)
It was the morning before school. Cassidy stared blankly at the coffeemaker in her kitchen and thought back to the close call she had the day before. No way was she going to drink a laxitive after THAT. She skipped it and ate toast with no drink.
On the bus, she regretted this decision. Her throat dried and her body begged for something to drink. She was completely parched.
Cassidy tapped her friend Dominic on the shoulder. "Please tell me you have something I can drink right now, I'll make it up to you."
"I got this, but its huge." Dominic pulled a large canister of iced tea out of his bag. "It's too sugary, I don't like it, but you have to finish it before we get to the school, remember?"
"Why do I have to finish it now?" Asked Cassidy, hastily tearing open the top.
"Well, it isn't resealable, and they don't let you have open drinks in the hallway.
She rolled her eyes. "All they do is make stupid rules like that now," she said, eagerly gulping down the drink. It was half empty when she stopped. She was no longer thirsty, but they were coming upon the school. The girl swallowed her weakness and drank the rest of it.
She threw the empty can into her bag. She clutched her belly. "Jeez, I feel like I'm gonna throw up."
"Aim that way," joked Dominic. He didn't recieve a laugh, though. The contents of the can were too much for Cassidy to comfortably hold back, especially all at once. She forced herself up and walked to the front of the bus waiting for the doors to open.
...
In first period, she had digested enough of the liquid to sit comfortably in her chair and socialize with her friends there. Her best friend, Jasmine, had light blong hair and pale skin, even paler than Cassidy. Jasmine's personality was so close to Cassidy's that it was even eerie.
Today, testing was still going on. That meant another extra long first period for them, NO leaving the classroom. "Can't wait for nothing to happen again," said Jasmine, "like fucking always."
"Haha, yeah. I almost wish there was an assignment or something to do instead of just sitting here."
Jasmine looked at her funny. "I said ALMOST."
This pleasent banter was what made school bearable for Cassidy. She could be quoted as saying "hell, what am I in school for when I'm probably just gonna be a stripper anyway." Cassidy wasn't a whore, but she wasn't particularly aware of herself sometimes. If she was, her anxious nature would collapse and she'd die on the spot. Like now, where she sat forward in her chair exposing just a bit of asscrack for the perverts in the back to enjoy. Jasmine is equally oblivious.
Forty-five minutes passed. Cassidy had just awoken from a deep sleep. She dreamt she was in the school, but there were no doors. She was trying to find a bathroom, but it was completely walled up around her. The halls were infinite. She needed to pee bad. Where WAS everything???
She awoke to find part of her dream was true. She felt a dull ache in her abdomen where her bladder was complaining.
'Oh god, that tea!' she thought to herself. She didn't want to drink coffee to avoid the same situation as yesterday, but her predicament today is just as bad. Maybe. Was messing yourself worse than wetting yourself?
She supposed so. Either way, her bladder was rather full and needed emptying. She drank far too much in too short a time.
Jasmine awoke from her sleep. With groggy eyes she looked at Cassidy. "What's the problem?" she tiredly asked, "you look worried."
"I need to go to the bathroom," Cassidy checked the time. Over three hours left.
"Just go back to sleep. You'll wake up at the end of class, you can just go then." Jasmine layed her head back down.
The girl thought this advice was sound. She was known for being able to sleep through long periods, anyway. She leaned forward and out her head down. Although her bladder protested against this position (with her jeans digging into her belly) she closed her eyes and fell back to sleep.
An hour passed this time. It was her bladder that woke her up. In the time she rested, it only filled past the point of "uncomfortable" and was now beginning to get difficult to contain. Cassidy fanned her legs and looked around for Jasmine. Her and a few other people were rolling a ball to each other on the ground. They were catching it with their hands between their outstretched legs.
There was no way she could sleep now. That position made her jeans push on her bladder. She rubbed the slight bulge and felt the indent of where her pants had left their damage. A small wave of desperation hit and she leaned forward in her chair. She put her hand between her legs, but didn't hold herself.
Her leg bounced before she stood up and joined the group. She sat criss cross with one hand in her lap.
"You have to sit like this," Jasmine told her, motioning towards her outstretched legs.
"I'm fine like this," she replied.
"No, it's part of the game. You have to sit like this." another girl said.
Cassidy bounced her knees. A wave hit, but she hid her desperation. She really needed to pee, but the only person she would let know that would be Jasmine.
She hesitantly spread her legs like the others. As if on cue, her bladder contracted. Her shy self held it in using only willpower (and the rapid movements of her feet). Her legs din't move, and her hands stayed supporting her body behind her.
The game went like this: One person chose something you weren't allowed to do, like use your right hand or laugh or something. They could also say you had to close one eye or similar things to make the game more difficult. It was like a pee gauntlet for Cassidy.
"You have to keep one leg up off the ground" one girl commanded.
Cassidy wasn't very strong. Neither was Jasmine, but she didn't have a belly full of pee. Almost all the other peple playing this were athletes.
Her leg shook as she held it up, partially out of lack of strength, but mostly because she was struggling to hold in the torrent within her.
"Now you have to keep both legs up."
Cassidy let out a small spurt. Very small, but noticeable by her. Her legs dropped and she jammed her hand in her crotch for only a second, then resumed. She was moving her butt back and forth on the ground a little, any bit of discreet effort to hold back the dam would help. Her pussy quivered as she contracted and began to leak. Finally, the round ended.
"Now you have to lay down as we pass the ball."
Cassidy layed down. She brought her fingers to her bladder as her too-short shirt was lifted. It was hard, and bulging just a little. Her leg jerked up a couple times as another wave of desperation hit. She involuntarily rubbed her crotch for a second.
Out of nowhere, the ball came at her and fell on her stomach. She lurched forward as a hard stream of piss shot out into her lace underwear. She was moving her legs wildy and keeping her hand near, but not on, her crotch.
The girl who threw it laughed. "You good?"
"Yeah," she answered, embarrassed, and layed back down and threw the ball. She needed to pee even worse than before. It was bad.
After a long time, the group disbanded and the game stopped. Cassidy was desperate for a toilet. She was often forced to put her hand to her crotch, cross her legs, or shake her butt to help keep the ocean of urine inside. She sat down in her chair with her legs crossed, and Jasmine sat down beside her. "You can hold it for another hour and a half, right?" she asked.
If she knew, everyone knew, thought Cassidy. How embarrassing.
"Sure," she said uncertainly. She fidgeted with her hand between her legs.
A huge wave of desperation hit, and she brought her knees up to her chest fast. Her hands were pushing hard on her crotch. She was leaking a bit, making the small golf-ball sized spot on her jeans just a little bigger. There were small tears forrming in her eyes, her bladder was hard and bulgeing out of her abdomen, and her hands were grabbing hard in between her legs. She checked the time. An hour and 28 minutes until they left.
She weighed her options: Wait in that position until she ultimately wet herself or risk qetting herself by standing up adn asking if she could go. If the answer was no, she was going anyway.
She decided to take the chance of walking up to the front of the room.
Hesitantly, she stood up. The poor girl almost lost control right there, buckling under the immense pressure she was under. She walked, both hands in her crotch, to the front. She bent over the desk of her teacher with one hand still holding back the ocean of pee inside her.
"Can I please go to the restroom?" she asked quietly. She could feel all eyes on her.
"I can't let you go."
One of her legs bent under her. She was squirming badly on the spot, shaking her butt and rubbing with her hand. "Please," she said, even quiter, "I'm not going to make it..."
The man quickly examined her desperate position, then said "Go. Go now, quick."
She took off out the door and ran down the hallway. Every couple of steps, a little bit of the torrent inside her escaped. Her underwear was getting wetter and wetter.
She felt the dampness with her hand as she sprinted into the bathroom, opened the stall, and fumbled with her jeans.
Those damn jeans that wouldn't unbutton for anything. She was practically jumping, her legs going all sorts of directions, leaking more and more.
Her jeans finally allowed her to escape in the nick of time. She began to go in her pants as she pulled them down and sat down on the toilet. At last she achieved relief, and it was almost orgasmic. Her underwear was soaked, but she leaned back and enjoyed almost 2 minutes of urination. |
I tried to make a kind of twist on this story by avoiding a situation where she was forced to hold her pee (like in a school or work environment) or wanted to. I hope you enjoy!
People called Riley a whore. She never thought of herself as one, and neither did her friends, but she decided that her new relationship would be different than the others. Before this, she felt like they rushed into sex. Sending nudes, kissing on the first date, etc. She shut her locker and exchanged cold glances with her ex Kevin, who simply complimented her on a "cute pussy" and never spoke to her again. She wouldn't make that mistake again. She'd been dating Nicholas (her current boyfriend) for almost ten months and they didn't do anything sexual yet. She wanted to make sure it wasn't the only thing he was after. But now, as she secretly watched him get his things for the next class, she wanted to do it. Tonight. They had plans to "hang out at Nick's house" and maybe spend the night, which they did many times before, but this time was going to be different.
Later, she was sitting on her couch. She hadn't masturbated in almost a week and a half, and she was horny. Riley considered it, but didn't. Tonight she would have the real thing.
She heard Nick's truck pull up in her driveway. Immediately she jumped up and headed for the door before she realized she forgot her shoes. 'A little less eager,' she thought, 'come on now.'
She got inside the car.
"What do you want to do tonight?" Nick asked.
"I don't know, I kind of want to stay in. We should watch a movie. Are your parents home? Maybe we can use the big TV."
"They're in Atlanta for some kind of business trip."
Perfect.
Riley took a black hairtie from her wrist and fixed her blond-brown hair into a ponytail. She wasn't going to suck his dick, she just wanted to look nice.
They stopped at a store.
"What movie?"
"I don't care."
He jumped out of the car and left for a redbox.
Riley waited and waited and waited. What the hell was taking him so long? She was horny. She wasn't used to having to wait so long. She took two of her fingers and touched them to her crotch and rubbed. Slowly and sensually, up and down, rythmatically. This wouldn't do the job, but it felt good.
The door suddenly opening made her jump. "It ws broken. Some guy was fixing it but he was taking too long, lets just use netflix."
"Okay," she replied. She was jittery now.
She later found herself in his house with the lights turned off, watching a screen browse Netflix. It was 8 pm and she was nervous. She never had to make the first move before, and this was a relationship built off love, not lust. She excused herself to the bathroom.
As she sat on the toilet, a million scenarios ran through her head about how she would go about doing this. She was nervous, but even more so she was horny.
She opened the bathroom door, but still had no idea what she was going to do.
"What do you want to watch?" asked Nick.
"How about this?"
GOD that was awkward. Why was she being so awkward? What a weird thing to say, they're not in a movie.
Although her nerves made her regret having said that, it was too late to turn back now. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her beautiful body. She did the same to her jeans and kicked them off.
They kissed. "I'll do anything you want," she said, pushing her tits together.
"Anything?" Nick asked, smiling and unhooking her bra.
"Anything."
"Then I... I have a request."
Riley looked at him sideways. "What kind of request?"
"I'm into this... kind of taboo thing.... Not super weird, like I don't want to suck your toes toes or something, but uh..."
She watched him fumble for words.
"I want to watch you hold your pee."
"Hold my pee?"
"To your limit, as long as you can."
She wasn't expecting this. "I umm... I just peed, though."
"It hits you faster than you think, trust me."
Riley hesitated. "Okay, sure. I'll do it."
Nick laughed and kissed her. She kissed back, but her mind was racing. 'Hold my pee? I can't believe I agreed to that. I just had to go and say "ANYTHING"'
She had a two liter bottle of sprite next to her throughout the movie. She didn't drink anything for a long time, so she was able to finish almost half the bottle by the 30 minute mark. After about an hour, she felt a vague twinge in her bladder.
"Do you have to pee yet?" he asked.
"I guess..." Riley was seriously looking forward to conventional sex. She was really horny, and almost wet. Nicholas was in front of her so she was out of his sight, and she began to touch herself.
After 20 minutes, he suddenly turned around. It made her jump again. "You gotta finish the bottle soon so you have to pee."
"Finish it? It's so much!"
"It's less than it looks."
She finished the bottle. Her belly was bloated and she felt like she was going to throw up. She was sitting as still as she possibly could.
Later on, this feeling faded away. She took off her bra and threw it in front of him as a not-so-subtle hint that she wanted to go all the way. He looked at her and saw her tits for the first time and smiled. She sat up on her knees and he got onto the couch with her, where they kissed passionately, he felt her boobs in his hand, and his other hand lightly touched her pussy through her underwear. She was more turned on than she'd ever been.
Suddenly, it was as if the contents of the bottle dropped into her bladder.
With a small "ooh!" she bent at the waist a bit.
"You have to pee?"
She was fidgeting already. "Yeah..." As a girl who always went to the bathroom as soon as the urge hit her, she knew this wouldn't be an easy challenge for her. Nick kissed her until she layed down on the bed, then stopped and sat up.
"What the hell?" Riley asked, confused and fidgety.
"Wait just a little longer."
Throughout the movie, her situation got worse and worse. She edged in her seat, fanned her legs, rocked back and forth, and anything else to help ease her situation.
Finally, the movie ended. Nick turned to her. "You good?"
She needed to pee desperately. She'd never held it in for long periods at a time. The longest she'd ever held it in was probably for an hour in school, and she didn't drink too much water. She hadn't wet herself since she was a toddler. All she could think about right now is the urine inside her waiting to get out.
"I'm fine," she told him. She was clearly squirming and grabbing at herself.
"I want you to stand up for me." She did. She was doing a dance-in-place with her hands at her sides.
"Come on, Nick, let me pee," she said, laughing, "I really gotta go."
"Take your underwear off." She did. Riley openly pressed her fingers onto her pussy to hold it in. Nick began to touch himself watching her.
She crossed her legs and bent forward. "Oooo... I'm not gonna last much longer..."
"Hold it," he said, unzipping his pants. "I want you to keep your hands at your sides and don't cross your legs."
"I'll pee!"
"Just do it."
She let her hands stay at their sides. She was still shifting her weight and sometimes marching with one leg. Her naked body shivered.
"Push your pelvis out." She did it. Tears began streaming down her face. "This... it's... my bladders going to explode!"
"That's impossible. You're okay." He examined the poor girl's pee bulge. It portruded out of her belly like a water balloon. He touched his fingers to it. He immediately saw a jet of pee escape out of her pussy.
"Don't do that... please... it really hurts..."
He pushed down hard on it. All of the urine that was pent up inside her shot out. She lurched forward and fell, one knee and one foot on the ground. Pee was streaming out of her quivering pussy all over her ankles, legs and floor. Nick kissed her while she peed for a long time. He grabbed her tit and felt her urine stream escape.
"Oh my god, there's pee everywhere," Riley said shamefully.
Nicholas said nothing. They made their way to the couch and made love over an enormous puddle of her pee. |
A Wet Night with a Dragon
Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Captain L for editing
(Note: Contains scenes involving underaged urination. Reader discretion advised.)
“Hmmm?”
For some reason, the waking world had decided to gently pull Lucoa, the divine dragon and former goddess, from her pleasant dreams a little earlier than usual. As she opened her eyes, she realized it was still the middle of the night, for the room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds coming from the ceiling fan above.
Though she was awake now, her eyelids still drooped with fatigue, and the desire to return to sleep was quite strong. However, another desire proved stronger, and that was to check on the bed’s other occupant. As quietly and smoothly as she could, she propped herself up and took a look at him, her dragon eyes working just as well as they did in broad daylight.
Shouta, her sweet little master of sorts, lied fast asleep as she expected. Clad in his green pajamas, his chest gently rose and fell with each silent breath. His left hand lied next to his head in a half-closed fist while his right arm rested on his stomach.
Lucoa sighed wistfully as she gazed at the dozing child. He looked so adorable with his face at total ease, a rare sight for her despite how much time they spent together. On the other hand, she also noticed that his body was uncovered all the way down to his socks. He must have tossed the blanket off him in his sleep, she surmised.
That was just no good. It was a rather frigid night, and those thin PJ’s wouldn’t do much against the chilly air. She would never forgive herself if she allowed him to catch a cold overnight.
Her first thought was to cuddle up and share her plentiful body heat, but she quickly dismissed it. The last time she tried that, Shouta complained about nearly suffocating underneath her “giant demon orbs” as he called them. That left the other option of pulling the covers over him and maybe nudging a little closer to him just in case. She slowly reached her hand over and grabbed the blanket, intending to do just that.
“Num-hmm-hmm…”
Lucoa froze up as Shouta mumbled suddenly. Had she stirred him awake by accident? She watched over him, looking for any signs that he would wake soon. Shouta fidgeted a little and kept muttering, his face tensing up in discomfort, but his eyes did not open.
Lucoa frowned at the sight. The poor kid must be having a bad dream. She would have to do something about that. With a quick wave of her hand, a magic circle appeared, sending a soft light around Shouta’s head. The magic dispelled the nightmare, and he soon returned to a peaceful snooze.
Satisfied with her work, Lucoa went to put the blanket back on him, but she stopped again. A very quiet noise, one that she would not have heard if not for her draconic senses, emanated from Shouta. If she didn’t know any better, it sounded like water hitting fabric, but the only way that would be possible at this time was if…
“Oh dear.”
A quick look down was all it took to confirm her worry. A wet patch had formed on Shouta’s pants and grew bigger by the second. It soon spread to between his legs and onto the mattress, growing into a pool around his bottom. Before long, urine was visibly breaking the cotton barrier, amplifying the sound of whizzing.
As a neutrally-aligned dragon, Lucoa did not meddle in human affairs, but she had picked up on a few of their quirks. For instance, humans had the peculiar behavior of being embarrassed and ashamed about removing waste from their bodies, only doing so in designated places closed off from others. Should they end up voiding in their clothing, they tended to get very upset. At least, that’s what she gleamed from watching TV with Shouta.
She could not imagine him being any different. It was such a strange sight to her, seeing him wet the bed yet not showing the slightest care on his face. The poor boy must have no idea what was happening, just the feeling of something discomforting slowly going away and relaxing him back into a deep sleep. Of course, that would no doubt change the instant he woke up and felt the cold, smelly liquid drenching his PJ’s.
She was not about to let that happen. As soon as he finished his business, she would cast another spell that would remove all traces of urine, making it appear as if an accident never happened.
She had to wait a while before that could happen, though. Shouta must have had something to drink and forgotten to pee before bed, it was the only way to explain how long his wetting was taking. By the time the sound of peeing came to a stop, the front of his pants were thoroughly soaked, and the back was likely not any better.
But the more she watched Shouta relieve himself, the more Lucoa became aware of a tingling between her legs as well. Maybe it was the just of watching someone else go, or maybe it was the culprit for waking her up in the first place, but she wouldn’t mind having a potty break herself now.
Unfortunately, she did not find getting up to use the toilet a good idea. Her movements might wake Shouta, who would probably cry his eyes out upon realizing he wet the bed. That could be solved simply by cleaning the mattress before she got out, but it was a convenient excuse. In truth, she was feeling rather lazy, the warmth of the bed a little too enticing to leave its embrace.
Still, she needed to rid herself of that pesky pressure before she could get comfortable enough to go back to sleep. The simple solution was to magically remove the urine in her at the same time as she did Shouta’s, but then she thought of another idea. A far cheekier one.
As a dragon, the concept of wetting oneself was still a foreign one to her. The only time she could recall that happening to her was when she was slipped with that tainted alcohol, and all she could recall was waking up in wet scales. It was a surprising moment, though not entirely unpleasant, at least compared to the other consequences of her drunken night.
Taking one last look at Shouta, Lucoa lowered herself back into bed and snuggled into the covers. Her urine pressed against her bladder begging for release, but she no longer resisted it. She was going to satisfy her curiosity and see what the fuss of peeing herself was like.
“Oh!”
Lucoa gasped as the first bit of pee slipped out and hit the scales masquerading as her panties, the only thing she wore below her shirt. It felt so… warm, and the way it made her pseudo-undies cling to her privates only doubled that sensation. It was a strange sensation to be sure, but not a very uncomfortable one. She did not see the fuss behind having an accident just yet.
It was time to open the floodgates. The dragon went from passively allowing pee to leave her to actively forcing it out, and the effect was instant. The room filled with a loud hissing noise as an amount of urine greater than any human could produce gushed from between her legs. In no time at all, her legs were soaked as well as the mattress below and blankets above. Drops of it soon ran down the mattress’ side, spreading the puddle onto the floor.
The wet warm feelings running all over her lower body sent a medley of strange signals to the dragon’s brain, leaving her unsure what to think of her wetting. It was uncomfortable, and she definitely would not want to go back to sleep like this for sure. On the other hand, it also felt oddly relaxing, being able to just relax and let go without leaving the comfort of the bed. She wouldn’t mind doing this again, though she would need to do something about the pee getting everywhere.
Even though Lucoa did not consider herself bursting to go, her wetting took far longer than Shouta’s. It was only after about five minutes that her stream began to taper off, the hissing dying down to a piddle. The mattress had been completely soaked through on her side, and the puddle on the floor reached out so far, it looked as if someone dumped a ten-gallon container’s worth of urine.
Yet through all that, Lucoa kept one eye on Shouta the entire time, and not once did he stir in his sleep. She never figured him to be such a heavy sleeper. Maybe her magic to dispel the nightmare was a little stronger than she meant. She also had to wonder if his parents had heard her accident in the next room over. Then again, they never said anything on the night Shouta woke up screaming because he found out he was groping her by accident. Maybe the whole family was full of heavy sleepers.
But as she looked at Shouta, Lucoa fell into a peaceful state despite the massive amount of pee in the room. “Even in your sleep, you still come up with great ideas.”
Shouta groaned as a ray of sunlight reached his eyes, bringing him out of his slumber. He did not open them just yet, instead choosing to turn his head away and hope that Lucoa’s world-class qualities were not right in front of him.
While he lied there, memories of his last dream gradually returned to him. He had been in front of his cauldron performing a summoning spell when Lucoa jumped out without a shred of clothing on, just like their first meeting. That was bad enough on its own, but then the cauldron started spewing water everywhere, quickly flooding the room and knocking him over in surprise. The feeling of wetness as the water reached his legs was so strong, it was almost like…
Oh no!
Shouta felt a cold sweat coming on. He really couldn’t have, could he? It had been so long since the last time it happened, well before summoning Lucoa. On the other hand, he couldn’t recall using the bathroom before he went to bed, and that almost always spelled trouble for him.
He really did not want to, but Shouta lowered a hand to check his pants for a wet patch. He had no idea what he was going to do if Lucoa found about this. Taking a gulp, he gave his crotch a couple pats, fully expecting the worst.
“Huh?”
Dry as a bone. Any other time, this would bring relief to Shouta, but now it only brought confusion. That dream felt so real, he was certain something had to have come out. He needed to take a close look to be sure.
Carefully opening his eyes, Shouta found that he was the only one in bed. He wondered where Lucoa could have gone for a moment, but quickly returned to the matter at hand. He pulled the covers off of him and sat up, the sun coming through the window giving him enough to see.
Nothing. Not a single drop of pee anywhere. The panic and dread began to die down in Shouta, though the confusion remained. If he hadn’t wet the bed, then where did that sensation come from?
“Oh.”
That’s when he felt it, that familiar pressure that often got him out of bed in the mornings. All that urine he worried about leaking out was still inside him, and boy, did it want out now. Shouta wondered if that dream he had was his body’s way of waking him up before he could wet the bed, but he would dwell on that as soon as his bladder was empty.
With no Lucoa to worry about, Shouta climbed out of bed, feeling the full weight of his bladder as he walked out of his bedroom and into the upstairs bathroom, thankfully unoccupied. Closing the door, he lifted up the toilet seat and pulled down the front of his jammie pants. He then took aim and relaxed his holding muscles.
A trickle of tinkle soon came out of him and arced into the toilet, making a satisfying splashing noise that could be heard outside the bathroom. Seeing that his aim was spot-on, Shouta looked straight ahead and breathed out in contentment. It seemed like he had outgrown his bed-wetting just like his mom said he would. He didn’t have to worry about anyone else finding out, especially not Lucoa.
With that in mind, Shouta’s mind remained at ease as his morning pee slowly came to an end, bringing his hips forward to compensate for his weakening stream. A slight shiver ran through him while he forced out the last few spurts and shook out any remaining drops. In all, his pee took maybe twenty seconds, which he found a little odd. He normally went for a good deal longer in the mornings. Perhaps he hadn’t had as much to drink yesterday as he thought.
Shouta shrugged and flushed the toilet, sending the yellowed water off to who knows where. He had bigger things to focus on today.
“Good morning, Shouta!”
Two of those bigger things were right in front of him.
“L-L-Lucoa!?” Shouta jumped back at the dragon lady next to him.
“How are you feeling this morning?” she asked with a smile.
“H-h-how long have you been standing there!?”
Lucoa put a finger to her chin. “Hmm, about shortly after you came in. Why do you ask?”
“You did? B-but that means…” Shouta’s eyes grew big as saucers as it dawned on him.
“Shouta, are you okay?” Lucoa turned her head.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
Faster than even a divine dragon could imagine, Shouta ran between Lucoa’s legs and out the bathroom door. The whole house was then filled with the sound of him screaming “The succubus is watching me pee!”
All the while, Lucoa stood there with a puzzled look. She had followed the human custom of waiting until somebody was finished relieving themselves before speaking to them. Why he still got upset was simply beyond her.
But as she stood there, another thought crossed her mind, and an important one at that. She turned around and leaned out the bathroom door, shouting as loud as Shouta did.
“Shouta, don’t forget to wash your hands!”
(A/N: Two more firsts completed: First non-game omofic and first bedwetting. The story's a bit short this time, but I can check those off the bucket list regardless. Onto the next fic!) |
I really like this one, even if the end is kind of hardcore. Although, compared to some other things I've seen with omorashi, this is still pretty soft.
Mariah was devious. She even considered herself a bitch. She smiled at the fact that she's been messing around with her ex's girlfriend for months now, not out of hidden love but out of spite.
She sat naked on the bed of her ex-girlfriend, Ari, with only an unbuttoned flannel shirt on. She was waiting for Samantha, Ari's unfaithful current.
Samantha stepped out of the bathroom with only a robe on. She let it drop to her ankles, revealing her pale, beautiful body. Her long, black hair was concealing her breasts in a modest-like fashion, even though she was anything but.
"What took you so long?" Mariah asked, feigning sadness and pushing her tits together. She had her red hair up in a messy bun on her head. She spread her legs and threw her flannel shirt to the ground as Samantha climbed onto her and they kissed passionately.
This was a great moment that couldn't be interrupted, definitely not by Mariah's full bladder. She really had to go, but it could wait. There were more pressing needs.
She had Samantha's breasts in her hands, and Samantha's hand on her pussy. She was getting wet as her lover pushed her fingertips up inside her.
Suddenly, downstairs, a door closing could be heard. The couple stopped. Samantha looked at Mariah frantically.
"Ari!" she mouthed silently to her. They both got up and panicked as they looked for somewhere Mariah could hide.
They heard Ari coming up the steps. Mariah dove under the bed and could hear Samantha jumping onto the bed and rusting the blankets. Ari came into the room.
A familiar shy laugh from Ari made Mariah burn with anger. Anything she did made her mad now. She also felt a twinge in her abdomen, a certain need that came back after a few moments of silence. She really needed to pee.
"Are you naked under there?" Ari asked rhetorically, and dropped her things on the ground. Mariah thought she could hear her undressing, then kissing. She burned even more, then laughed at herself. Was she really jealous of someone that was being cheated on with her?
She brought her knees up and fanned her legs. The bed was luckily just high enough off the ground for her to do that, and she was just short enough. She needed to pee badly.
From under the bed she saw a fur coat fall to the ground. I bought her that coat...
That was followed by a shirt, then jeans, then a bra, then lace underwear. Mariah found herself angry at Samantha too, for some reason. She was fucking someone else within minutes of fucking her. She also found herself pressing her fingers to her crotch as the need to pee was increasing. Three iced coffees seemed like a great idea at the time.
Her bladder yearned for relief. She was constantly fidgeting with her feet, crossing her legs and holding herself. Why didn't she go when she had the chance? 'Excuse me, Samantha, but I really gotta pee. I'll go do that real quick.' It would have been that easy. Instead, now she lay naked underneath a bed, dying for a piss while two people fucked right above her. Excellent.
A mild wave hit her. The fidgeting got really bad for a moment before she decided to lay on her side with her knees positioned closer to her stomach to keep the urine in. It wasn't very comfortable, given the bit of extra pressure on her bladder, but she didn't want to move around too much and make a lot of noise.
She really needed to pee.
The two above her were beginning to make more noise. Moaning, gasping, calling out each other's name... Samantha remembered she was under here, right?
A wave hit, and she pressed her legs together even harder. A few drops escaped, and she movd her hands back into her crotch. Unlucky me, she thought. I'm nude and I just touched my bare piss.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head to the ground and, suprisingly enough, fell asleep.
She woke up to the sound of rustling. She jolted awake, not remembering where she was, then she remembered.
"Come onnnn, you really have to go now?" she heard Samantha whine, "You've got an hour before you have to be there."
"It does help to arrive early to these things," Ari replied, "besides, It'll only be a couple hours. I'll be back soon."
"You sure you don't want another round?" The two giggled, and the sound of kissing filled the room again. Mariah remembered where she was and why she was there completely. She also remembered that she needed to pee really badly.
REALLY badly.
She must have been asleep for hours, and it was bad before. She couldn't move. It felt like there was an ocean of urine in her poor bladder. A rock hard bulge was visible in her belly. The pressure was unbelievable.
She layed there in silent agony for almost twenty minutes, her bladder screaming for relief before it bursts. She begged them to hurry up and leave already, she couldn't take it anymore! If she had to wait any longer she was going to die!
"More... More!" Ari moaned.
Mariah's pain was incredible. She'd never had to pee this badly before. There was so much pent up urine inside her, stretching her bladder past her limit, that she feared she would literally pop.
It must be the position I fell asleep in, she thought, it must have actually closed my pussy. I definitely would have pissed myself by now.
The poor girl was shaking and sweating. It was too much to bear.
"Oh!" moaned Samantha, "I'm there!" The two finally ceased. They layed there in silence for a while.
Mariah rolled over on her back again. Her legs were still shut, both hands pushing firmly down on her crotch. She leaked a bit, then a bit more.
Ari laughed. "Alright, now I really have to leave." They kissed. She took an eternity to get her things ready.
Mariah was in so much pain. Her eyes were shut as tears were streaming down her face, her legs clenched as hard as they could, and her fingers almost dipping into her pussy trying to keep the flood at bay. It was too much. She heard Ari kiss Samantha again.
"I'll be back in a couple of hours," she said.
"Wait!" said Samantha.
Please, I'm begging you. I have to pee. I've never had to pee this bad in my life I just really need to go.
"Do you want me to drive you?"
"Sure, that's fine."
Samantha could be heard getting her things together.
Mariah began leaking. A small but steady stream of urine falling from her pussy and onto the floor, through her fingers. Her sphincter tightened, her tears doubled, and the pain in her bladder remained. It stopped, but she was still shaking
Samantha and Ari kissed again, and then they left, closing the door behind them.
Mariah wasted no time, opening her legs and relaxing her muscles... but nothing came.
The pain was still there. The intense, unbearable agony was still inside her, torturing her to no end. She pushed, but it just made the pain worse. She was sobbing hard. She heard the car leave the driveway.
She slowly pulled herself out from under the bed, crying and shaking, trying so hard to relax herself enough to urinate. She didn't know where she was going, there was no way she could stand, let alone get help. She seriously damaged herself now.
Her bladder bulge was huge. Bigger than she ever thought was possible. She was crying loudly, pleading with herself to just pee. She pulled her pussy apart gently to coax herself, but it hurt worse. Her nerves were on fire. She pushed on her bladder and almost screamed.
Mariah didn't know what to do. She was sobbing on the floor of someone else's house, naked, begging to relieve her overfilled bladder, and completely out of options.
Then, a miracle happened.
She began leaking. Small, then growing to a loud, powerful stream. Pee exploded out of her, all over her legs and the floor. She moaned loudly as the contents of her bladder finally left their prison and spilled out onto the floor. She came, then came again. The relief was so much. She peed a strong, hissing stream of urine for minutes.
It began dying down until the last few spurts of urine came out of her. There was pee everywhere. She layed there in the puddle, breathing heavily, in bliss. She'd never had an orgasm like that before. She'd never known relief like that before now.
She peeked down. What looked like ten gallons of urine was spread around, staining the carpet. Her pale, nude body was drenched in it.
She shakily got to her feet. Suddenly, another stream of urine came out of her. Only a few seconds, but still there. She felt empty.
What happened today changed how she looked at sex forever. She would have sex and masturbate all normal, but with a full bladder, aiming for the orgasm she just had. |
Yuuri knows, in the deep, logical part of his brain, that he is being irrational. Logically, the few pounds since he’s gained since the off season started aren’t really a big deal. The biggest point to defend this is that Victor still lets him skate whenever he wants, no questions asked, and no resistance given to Yuuri’s requests.
However, the voice that keeps tracks of Victor and everything he does in regards to Yuuri is a little louder. He knows Victor is busy as of late, never being one to take a real break, but also knows that Victor hasn’t made him breakfast in fifteen days; hasn’t held him close in a week as of today, not even asleep. Hasn’t called him beautiful/gorgeous/ something of the sort in three weeks.
The killer, though, the thing that made Yuuri rush to a mirror to look for new flaws in the first place, is that he hasn’t said I love youin four days. Which wouldn’t have been the cause of so much panic, probably, if he wasn’t someone that said it every day.
He’d once gone on a long (and very public) drunken rant about how Yuuri deserved to know just how loved he is. It had been embarrassing then, and he’s sure Chris or Minami still have the video of said rant, accompanied by quiet but forceful protests from Yuuri in the background.
Yuuri kind of wishes he could go back in time and force his past self to appreciate the sentiment. In his past self’s defense, he never envisioned that it would go from loud and boisterous exclamation of love to Yuuri being hunched over his laptop at 3 in the morning like some sort of gremlin, browser open with ‘how to get the spark back into your relationship’ typed into a search engine.
He thinks over every interaction he’s had with victor in the past month, trying to pinpoint the moment Victor stopped being so attentive.
Had he demanded too much of Victor’s attention? He said he liked looking after Yuuri so much, but what if he’d lied for his anxiety sake? Was it something he said to Yurio? Lord knows that despite how they may seem, they’d rip apart the person who hurt the other without a second thought.
Yuuri decides that can’t be it, because Yurio had been becoming warmer as of late. He still shows Yuuri love in the weird ways he’d grown accustomed to, so Yurio isn’t the problem.
Was he just too annoying, now? Too boring, now that the skating season is over? Oh, God, what if that’s it? What if Yuuri is so boring without skating to talk about that Victor is forcing himself to be busy? Honestly, Yuuri can’t remember the last time they’d had a conversation where skating wasn’t mentioned. But that’s just because they both love it, right?
Yuuri looks down at his stomach and sets a hand on it. He’d gone from competition ready to a bit chubby in a mere month. Is thiswhy Victor won’t touch him; why he’ll barely look at him, anymore?
God, what if it’s all of the above? He’s fat and bothersome and annoying and rude and boring, and – Yuuri heaves on a choked breath – and victor doesn’t love him anymore.
How could he? Yuuri thinks, pulling at the extra skin on his thighs miserably.
With a heavy heart, Yuuri returns to sorting through the articles online.
As he reads through he can feel plump tears roll from his equally pump cheeks and drip down his chin to his thighs. They roll faster, racing to the edge of his face with every but it might never come back. In this situation, divorce may be the best option.
The only other options are open communication, which Yuuri’s stomach heaves at. He can’t imagine how it would feel to hear the words ‘I don’t love you anymore’ roll from Victor’s heart-shaped mouth. Yuuri doesn’t think he’d be able to handle the irony of it all.
The other is indulging in his partner’s kinks, but Yuuri doesn’t know if Victor even has any…
Yuuri looks off to the left, a small idea planting itself in his head. He bites his lip and begins a staring contest with Victor’s laptop.
Anxiety never stilling for a moment, Yuuri gingerly gets off the bed. He touches the lid of the laptop gently, mulling over what he’s about to do. It’s an invasion of privacy, he knows it is, but he’s not thinking clearly; hasn’t been, since four days nine hours and thirty-two minutes ago.
He lifts the lid with his right pointer-finger, sliding into the desk chair as he does it. He checks the door, though he knows Victor has been gone for four hours and plans to be out for three more.
Taking a few steadying breaths, Yuur begins skimming Victor’s browser history. Everything seems normal, at first, and Yuuri deflates more and more with every second that passes.
The oddly placed sense of hope he’d received is quickly leaving him, when he stumbles across a blog he didn’t know Victor ran. He furrows his eyebrows at the content.
Every time his thinly disguised name pops up, Yuuri blushes harder. He hides his face behind his palm, but he doesn’t stop skimming through.
The blog reads like a diary, every entry about Victor’s desperate need to piss or the times Yuuri squirmed enough that Victor thought he was desperate and – oh, God – the time Yuuri nearly wet himself because of his nervous bladder.
Yuuri reaches the part of the blog that Victor had been running before they’d met, and quickly exits the browser after erasing the days history.
Yuuri sits back in the desk chair, heart hammering in his chest. He simultaneously feels guilty for invading Victor’s privacy like this, but also elated that he’s found a way to make Victory look at him again. And all he has to do is squirm.
He barely believes that it would be that easy, but he tests it the next day, when Victor has nothing to do. They lounge around all day, and they start off on separate sides of the couch.
Yuuri drinks coffee and waits for the diuretic effects in it (he may have done more research last night than he’d care to admit).
The more he squirms and drinks, the closer Victor gets.
Yuuri doesn’t get up until it nearly hurts, and he reveals in the lustful look Victor gives him (the first in 37 days, mind you) as he says, “I’ll be right back, I really have to pee.”
He sprints from the room to add to the show he’s been putting on for Victor. When he returns, Victor is flushed and looks downright embarrassed.
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Yuuri feigns sleep that night, and waits for Victor to sneak off to his laptop. Surely that show he put on was blog entry worthy, and Yuuri flushes with pride when he finds out he’s right.
Yuuri wraps his arms around Victor’s chest, halting the typing noises and murmurs, “What’re you doing?”
Victor yelps and slams the laptop lid shut so fast he snags his fingers.
“Yuuri! I was, uh-“
“If you were into that, you should’ve just told me.”
“Um. Okay,” Victor says, sounding dazed and not quite like his usual self.
Yuuri had seen it coming though, having seen the self-deprecating blog posts Victor had made about himself and how disgusting he and his kink is. Yuuri had been floored then, because he’d never known Victor to be anything but confident and sure of himself. So sure of himself, in fact, that some of his confidence flowed into Yuuri.
Yuuri reaches forward to smooth the worried crease in between Victor’s eyebrows, and carefully lowers himself in his lap. Victor wraps his arms around Yuuri’s middle for the first time in eight days.
Yuuri gently trails his finger-tips down Victor’s cheek as he murmurs, “Tell me all your fantasies.”
Had he been awake enough to fully register what he’d just said, Yuuri would’ve ran from the room, screaming in embarrassment. But Victor’s looking at him with a wonder in his eyes that Yuuri has never quite managed to make happen off of the ice, and he’s beyond giddy.
For the first time in five days, sixteen hours and eleven minutes, things almost seem right again. |
This is my first attempt at fiction so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
Emma was stuck at the dinner table while her parents were whispering over on the other side. Emma is an only child and is in 12th grade. She is 5"6' and has long wavy red hair.
"Emma, Emma" her parents were saying while touching her arm. She realized she had completely zoned out and her parents were trying to get her attention.
"Yeah" she replied and her parents looked relieved.
Her parents then put a serious tone on and started talking, "We are going to have to leave for the weekend for work. Is that okay with you?"
Emma started to get excited. A whole weekend being able to do whatever she wanted without her parents knowing? fantasies started appearing in her beofre she realized that she needed to respond. "Oh, ya thats fine"
Her parents then told her to makes sure not to burn the house down and also told her that she couldnt host any parties at her house but the occasional friend was fine. She was getting excited. It was friday evening and her parents were about to leave. She knew what she wanted to do and started making some coffee to drink. When her parents left she downed the entire pot and started sipping on some tea. She started to try and think of what she could do when it came to her. The bathroom was off limits tonight unless she had to go #2. She decided to let a short spurt fall into her panties while leaning up against the counter.
Throughout the next 30 minutes she decided she was going to catch up on a couple of shows when she got a text from peter. Peter was a friend from class who she had a major crush on. They had been friends for years and often just showed up at each others house since they were neighbors. The text said, "why is your front door locked xD." She quickly ran down the stairs and felt her bladder feeling against this notion. Emma looked towards the bathroom, but then went i can hold it and dashed to the door.
Peter came in and He stretched his arms out wanting a hug. She gratefully excepted and led him into her room in the house. Peter asked where her parents were and she told him everything. They continued to chat for a while when hazel thought of a really good idea. Why dont i just let a little out every time my panties are dry so i dont get desperate. While peter was talking and they were both sitting on the floor she let a little bit out and it felt amazing. She continued doing this for quite a while. She would let a little bit out and wait till she couldnt feel wetness which was pretty wuick since it was close to 90 degrees in her room. After another 30 minutes though she started to get really desperate. though. She didnt want to excuse herself to the bathroom because they were having a really good conversation.
Emma knew she needed to think of something quick. They were both sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor and she knew if she moved it would make him think she didnt care about the conversation which she did. She thought of something. "Do you want something to drink" She said.
"Oh um, sure" he replied
She led him downstairs and into the kitchen which allowed her to at least of her legs together even though standing wasnt helping much. She knew that if she was able to get peter to go one side of the island with her on the other she could even openly hold herself without getting caught. She was still letting spurts out but it was getting harder to control. A lot harder. When Emma and Peter got to the kitchen Emma poured Peter some water. The continued talking and her plan had worked. She was able to hold herself but it wasnt helping as much as she had hoped. Then she felt liquid slid down her abdomen to the slit between her legs she fought back and succeeded and she let out another spurt except she got a little more than she bargained for. She felt herslef do a spurt and then leak for a good 15 seconds afterword into her light blue pants. She looked down for a second and luckily Peter didnt notice but she had a bigger problem. She saw there was a softball sized wet spot between her legs. She also didnt feel any relief. She was absolutely bursting for a wee. It had been 3 hours since she had drank the coffee and she had drunk 3 bottles of water to go along with it.
Suddenly Peter looked up and said, "Can i use the bathroom?"
She told Peter she could and suddenly thought of a plan. She thought if she could get onto the sink she could pee into that while peter was in the bathroom, she would just need to act fast. She pulled herself onto the sink and felt many spurts come out as she sat on the sink. She saw that that softball sized wet spot had grown into a dinner plate sized wet spot and she felt herself spurt again. She quickly slid down her pants but didnt have enough time to remove her panties before starting to pee full force. She felt liquid launching out of her and it felt orgasmic. She finished going and hopped down just in time right as peter turned the corner but things did not go to plan. To hid the fact she was cleaning out the sink, Emma started washing Peters water glass and peter rushed over to help her, she turned to say that she got it but it was too late, he has seen how wet her pants are.
"Is that water or pee?" peter asked
She confessed everything, starting with the fact that she had been needing to pee ever since he had come over and that she had been slowly peeing herself behind the counter and that she had peed in the sink. Peter told her, "its okay, everyone has accidents, why didnt you just go to the bathroom?"
"I enjoyed it." Emma replied
"oh."
Then she confessed that she liked peeing and holding and that it was okay if he didnt want to be friends afterword. He walked forward and just kissed her. She was taken aback. She had been expecting him to never want to see her again saying that he hated her and here she was kissing him. He pulled back and looked very relieved.
Peter started to talk slowly, like he was confessing something, "I have liked you since the day we met all those years ago. You couldnt do anything to make me hate you, and im also enjoy peeing. Im sorry if i was too forward"
Emma was just taken aback, she couldnt even formulate words. All she managed to say was,"oh." He started to look worried and was thinking that she didnt feel the same way. She quickly told him that she also had liked him and they both just kind of sat there looking really awkwardly with each other until Peters phone started ringing. It was his mom calling saying he needed to be home ASAP. He asked if she wanted to hang out and she smiled and said yes. He quickly turned and ran out the door.
To be continued if anyone wants more on this story. I hope you enjoyed! |
Kim sighed while flicking her long black hair out of my face. Jo, Leah and Kevin watched anticipating which paper she would pick out of the jar of embarrassment. There are only a few rules for the jar of embarrassment it involves a choice, nothing life threatening and once all of the dares are completed everyone votes for one the one which a person must do again. There were four papers one written by each person. It was a game we as a group loved to play. Kim picked first then Leah, Kevin and Joe. Leah went first. "Roll the 2 dice and you must take off the number of clothes depending on the number and walk outside. If you run out of clothes we get to take 5 pictures and you must pose the way we want you to or you have to stand in the road for an hour" she read. She rolled a 8 and sighed knowing her fate. Her jumper came off then her top and skirt. She now only had a bra and underwear, socks and shoes. That is seven she counted after stripping completely. "Choose to go outside or let us take pictures" said Kevin a smile spread across his. "Pictures" replied Leah. "Spread your legs and show your face" said Kevin and she did as she was told. After he took all the pictures he sent it to the rest of us then we moved on to Kevin. "Send pics of your boobs if you are a girl or penis picks if you are a guy to your mom or dad" read Kevin. Reluctantly Kevin stripped his lower half and took a pic and sent it to his dad. He cringed as he pressed the send button. Joe laughed as he opened his dare "Kiss pick n mix." Jo had to choose a random name and kiss that person intensely. He picked out of the jar and read Kim. "I'll get the popcorn Leah" joked Kevin. His lips slowly touched mine, his tongue entered my mouth and entwined with mine. It felt good but I pretended to feel nothing. After it was over I could feel the tips of my ears going red. Leah cheered then told me to open mine. "Wear a super XL diaper to school while wearing tight jeans or wear a diaper now and pee in it and we can all video." Kim let out a deep sigh and attempted to get out of the situation. "Guys please don't do this it is inhumane." Kevin grabbed my arms while Leah yanked down my pants and underwear. Kim heard a click above it was handcuffs. They dragged me to a chair and tied my arms to the chair. Now all Kim could do was kick her legs. "Guys please stop" Kim cried. "As you broke the rules and rebelled I might as well strip your upper half as well" said Kevin and ripped off my top and bra. Now Kim was naked, Kim felt humiliated and looked at Joe who sat there not even attempting to help her. Leah walked over with a diaper and slipped it under her bottom then strapped it around Kim. She stepped back and set up a camera and pressed record. Leah and Joe watched while Kevin did the work. He walked over with a ver large water bottle and ordered me to drink. Kim refused but Kevin held her nose and forced the water into my mouth. With no chance to breath Kim gulped down the large amount of water. After Kim had finished he whispered in my ear that he had drugged it. To finish he opened my legs and threatened to give her laxatives if she dared to close them. After few minutes Kim felt a sudden large amount of pressure on my bladder. I think Kevin could tell as a smirk was slowly spreading across his face. Kim's legs began to shake as the effort to hold it in was becoming painful. Kim felt a spurt escape into the diaper and let out another plea. Kevin whispered something into Leah's ear and she nodded before passing on the message to Joe who had no reaction. Leah wrote something on a piece of paper and held it up.
PEE IN THE NEXT FEW MINUTES OR WE WILL GIVE YOU LAXATIVES AND SEND THIS VIDEO TO EVERYONE
Kim stared at the sign in horror but the mental blocks stopped her from peeing but eventually the strain was too hard and a hissing sound filled the room. The diaper slowly expanded and the room remained silent until she was done. When she was done she lowered her head in shame she wanted to run away. Her boobs were exposed and she had wet a nappy! Now it was time for the vote. "Lets say if Kevin is chosen he must send a picture to his Mom, Leah must strip and walk around the neighbourhood, Joe must Kiss 5 random people on the lips in the street that we choose and Kim will wear go on toilet ban or wear diapers when we go camping over the weekend tomorrow but first let's get cleaned up. Leah put on her clothes and I put on my spares as my top and bra were ruined. "Who votes for Kim potty pants?" asked Kevin as we sat in the voting circle. He raised his hand along with Leah and I knew my fate was decided. Kim attempted to escape but Kevin whacked her on the head knocking her out.
Kim opened her eyes slowly and looked beside her it was the evening of Friday she hadn't packed for camping tomorrow! She also felt a strong urge to relieve her bladder. Then she realised she was naked and unable to get up. She tried to get up but the strain caused her to we the bed at that moment her mother walked in and saw the disaster. "Your friends told me you have bladder problems and that they will fix them over the weekend when you go camping I have already packed your bags"
"I don't have problems Mum" replied Kim but her argument was useless due to her wet sheets. Kim having no choice showered and changed her sheets before going back to bed. She woke up early that morning this time dry. Stephe checked her belongings and headed out to the van where Leah, Kevin, Joe and Joe's twin Leo were waiting. Leo had been absent the day before as he had been sick but it seemed he had been updated on the news as he laughed and mocked her. Kevin and Leah sat in the two front seats but then before Kim could react Joe yanked down her skirt and clipped her into the middle seat that had a padlock. She sat between Joe and Leo. Then the long 6 hour journey began. 5 minutes in Kevin said "Kim if you wet or mess yourself you will wear nappies 24/7".The leather seats were hot and hurt Kim's bare legs but soon no one could bare it and the AC was turned on. They had McDonald's and there was a toilet break but Kim could not get out of her seat. 4 hours in Kim felt her stomach rumbling and her bowels became restless. She begged to use the toilet but Joe handed her a complicated equation to solve that would give her the answer to the padlock. Kim knew my that should couldn't answer it and begged to be freed. As they hit the rough country roads the car leapt up and down encouraging Kim's first log to peek through. Realising this Kevin sped over the bumps. Kim let out another yelp. As the first log escaped. The firm log pressed against her but and spread. "Guys I am about to poop my pants please..." Kim let out a loud noticeable wet fart then she couldn't stop. Then the poop triggered a natural pee that soaked her wet panties. All the evidence was on show as her white panties were stained yellow at the front and Kim was sure there was a brown stain. Kevin continued to speed over the bumpy roads causing the mess she had made to slide all over her bottom. After what felt like hours they arrived at the camp site. They undid the padlock and ordered Kim to stand outside while they unpacked the trunk. Passerbys and fellow campers pointed, mocked and some even took pictures. All Kim could do was stand in her messy panties and cover her red, puffy, tear stained face. After finding their part of the campsite they set up Kim still walking around awkwardly to avoid the mess slipping down her legs. A storm started so the helpers and runners of the campsite gave them a dorm with a kitchen bathroom and many rooms. They also made sure that the bathroom had a changing table. The team arrived and finally dealt with Kim.
"You lost the bet take of your pants and take a shower" ordered Kevin. Kim did as she was told and when she had finished she walked into the room naked and ashamed. She lay on the ground legs open for everyone to see and they strapped the diaper on her. "As punishment you will not get any pants" said Leah after pulling a top over her head. They had dinner and Joe put laxatives in her drink Kim drank it and found herself messing the diaper at the table. "Well done baby Kim" they all said giving her a pat to help her burp.
Hi I am new here and this is my first story I don't think it is very good so I am not going to continue. |
Might be a little lengthy but any comments are welcome.
Flowers blossomed into vivid shades around campus, but no one could enjoy it for the muggy heat. Although, there was a sense of electricity carried by every student. Specifically, Sarah and Aaron. It was summer.
The couple was closing their sophomore year of college out in South Carolina, and would soon be headed to the Grand Canyon as the first vacation they would take together.
Sarah was keeping her apartment over the summer, while Aaron had to move out of the dorms today.
"I think that is everything," He remarked. Boxes were stacked in the corner of Sarah's bedroom. A mini fridge jutting out of the doorway. A pile of hanging clothes flung over the bed. "We could go ahead and clean this up some more if you would like?"
Sarah's body was nearly jittery from the urge take his clothes off now, not later in a hotel. That auburn hair and those chocolate eyes didn't help either. "Hm?" She hummed.
"Want to clean the mess?" He replied.
Her arm flung out, around the room, "This? No. Don't worry. My door is going to be shut for the next two and half weeks. Madison and Lane won't bother anything. Now let's hit the road."
He nodded in agreement. Aaron used the restroom while Sarah said goodbye to her roommates. They then met the luggage that was already waiting in the car.
Thirty minutes down the road Aaron eased the blaring music to talk to Sarah who had propped her legs onto the dash and was DJing, "Since it's already 2:30, I think our best bet is to find a hotel on the other side of Atlanta."
"Why on the other side?" She wondered curiously. She didn't know much about geography. This would be the first long road trip she had been on since she was fifteen.
"Atlanta is huge and the traffic is terrible. If we get to the other side we can wake up bright and early but miss the morning traffic," He explained.
She nodded, still sidetracked from his muscular arms. Her hand wrapped around his. His thumb rubbed her knuckle and she melted.
The bliss lasted for a long time. Until the monstrous Atlanta came into view. They had barely made it on the outskirts when the standstill started. For as long as she could see traffic was stopped, not moving any.
Aaron stretched and for the first time in over an hour they weren't touching at all, "we didn't miss the afternoon traffic." A glance confirmed it was 4:40, "It just started. This is going to be awhile."
Sarah isn't sure if it had been there warning her for a long time. Or if it had just started. She had her legs crossed already, so it had probably been creeping up on her.
Now, stopped and backed up in traffic, it hit her. All at once there was a sensory overload. The pressure on her bladder was immense. Her water bottle long ago emptied. Her legs now tensing as her urethra screamed for relief.
Her brain scrambled in circles. Aaron kept blabbering, but it took all her concentration to not hold herself.
"Well?" He asked her a question. What had he said?
"Uhh..." She stammered. Her bladder spasmed, and with horror she reached toward her crotch. Breathing deeply, she rested the hand on her thigh.
"When we finally get through here, do you want to stop for food or just get room service?" His voice floated through.
"Whatever you want. Probably stop, it will be che-eaper. When do you think that will be?" She managed to make out.
I should just tell him. But what if he freaks out? I shouldn't tell him because he can't do anything, we are stuck. But I trust him and I know him enough...
"Okay that sounds good. It'll probably be another hour, I'm not sure though. Top hits or eighties? Oh, bug." He laughed at their silly car game.
When Sarah remained quiet, clearly trapped in her own world, he glanced over.
At the realization of what was going on a smile almost hinted at the edge of his lips. He knew that Sarah wasn't into this kind of thing from the party, but he was.
"I need to use the restroom," She let out.
I wonder how badly? Popped into his head. At this point he calculated it was bad because he could tell by looking.
She was tensed. Legs crossed at an oddly tight angle. Wearing a bewildered look with squinted brows.
It was further confirmed a second later as she squirmed in her seat, her lips pouting and face embarrassed.
Sarah was in the worse predicament she had ever been in. Her bladder was bursting, these liquids sloshing around were soon going to overflow.
Pink crept up in her cheeks as she told Aaron and remained as she had to wiggle in her seat to hold back the flood.
But it wasn't giving up, waves of desperation racked her. The pressure built. Her urethra tingled on fire.
If I leak, she thought, I might not be able to stop. I can't leak.
"What can I do?" Aaron asked.
She half shrugged, repositioning her legs. Oh no! She tensed her pelvic muscles, too late. She wedged herself in her seat loosing a bit more before clamping off the flow.
Aaron saw the shock pass over her face, biting her lip. "If you need to, uh, hold. I mean... feel free." He turned his body slightly in the other direction.
"I don't, it, um, it's not that bad," She stuttered out, knowing that it was.
Another minute passed before she caved. Aaron saw it out of the corner of his eye.
She uncrossed her legs, keeping her thighs together the whole time. Her legs jiggle up and down, and there was a barely audible noise between a whimper and moan. Her hand resting on her lower thighs slid up between her legs.
Is she loosing it? He wondered, but couldn't get the courage to ask.
The traffic inched forward and stopped again.
"Do you think there's somewhere on one of these exits to get off?" Sarah asked desperately, thrashing and bouncing in her seat.
This is a loosing battle, she thought. There's so much, I have to go so bad... please, please don't leak.
"Maybe, I'm not sure which exit or if the traffic would be bad trying to get off," Aaron replied. He realized that it would be okay with him if they didn't find a bathroom. But at the thought of how Sarah would feel, he picked up his phone to Google it.
"I hope there's somewhere," Her voice sounded small and quivered slightly. The effort to hold was beginning to make her sweat. She didn't know how much longer she could wait, but she had to try, right?
"Well, I found a couple. Looks like there will be the least traffic up the road. About 4 more miles." At this point they had made it three miles in thirty minutes.
Sarah was calculating as Aaron continued, "Maps says it will be about twenty five minutes."
"That's great," She replied full of sarcasm. "Ugh," She grunted.
Another five minutes passed and they were finally creeping along, Sarah figured it would be doubtful if she made it anywhere dry.
In response her pelvic muscles failed and more creeped out, dampening her underwear.
She tightened her grip, not sure that is was helping much, and bobbed up and down. It was jut a drop, it's okay, you've got this, she cheered herself on.
Two exits later, and beyond bursting her muscles throbbing and bladder quivering she leaked.
She whimper, tearing up, as Aaron looked over. "Hey," He murmured gently, "it's okay."
"But I," she protested her hand jiggling.
Aaron continued, "I'm not upset or anything, as soon as this is over we never have to talk of it again. And it won't make me love you any less, I promise," He added. He enjoyed this but seeing her in pain was enough. They need to be getting to a bathroom now.
They were in the right hand land and Aaron spotted a truck spot right off of the next exit.
"I'm going there," He pointed. They weren't far from being able to take the exit.
I can wait that long for sure. But setting herself up for relief was almost to much when her bladder cried in agony.
Her jeans were now damp, much more and there would be now holding back.
She counted seconds and squirmed and wiggling her all her might every thirty seconds.
Then they were there. The bathrooms were less than thirty feet away she could see the sign from the window.
"I don't, I don't know if I can," She started not moving.
Aaron smiled warmly, seemingly not phased by this, "You can, just go, it's alright."
She nodded hurriedly walking and jogging into the bathroom loosing some on the way.
Aaron got out of the car and retrieved her jacket before going to the bathroom himself.
He was waiting her Sarah exited, her face flushed. He handed her the jacket, but didn't comment as she tied it around her waist. He knew.
"Thank you," She said once they were back in the car.
He nodded, this time picking up her hand to hold.
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Emily was staring out the windows staring at the sky, It was bright blue with a couple of wispy clouds hovering in the air. She was sitting in the windowsill waiting for her friends, staring out at the endless blue. Emily is about 5"5' with long blonde hair and she was wearing a red tank top and blue skinny jeans. There was a knock at the door, she snapped back into the real world and skipped over to the door. She opened it the door to welcome Hailey and Amy who were both wearing blue skinny jeans and were the same height as Emily. Hailey had short brown hair and Amy had long wavy red hair. Hailey was wearing a black t-shirt and Amy was wearing a blue t-shirt. They all walked in and Emily asked, "Can i get you anything to drink?"
"If its not to much trouble, water would be great." Amy and Hailey both replied.
Emily walked into the kitchen area and poured three glasses of water. It was a sunny Saturday morning and Emily's parents had gone out of town for the weekend. They started chatting and started making breakfast. They were very efficient, passing eggs, flour, butter, and the lot to each other to make some pancakes. Amy covered her hand with flour and set it on Emily's shoulder, Emily didnt realize what was going on until it was too late, Amy had covered her arm with flour and Hailey was watching this whole thing laughing like there was no tomorrow. They got back at each other and then finally sat down to eat. They all were so hungry at that point that they inhaled the pancakes and not a single word was said while they were eating. "Those were amazing!" Hailey exclaimed!
"We did a pretty swell job " Amy replied.
"My arms dirty." Emily said half jokingly.
The group finished eating and Amy pulled out her phone and started looking at mountain biking trails while Hailey and Emily did the dishes. Amy showed them a trail a 25 mile trail through the countryside that was rated very highly. The pondered over the prospect of mountain biking and decided you know what why not. Emily felt a little pressure from her bladder but was too shy to admit it, little did she know Amy and Hailey just went through the exact same thought process. They all packed some water and snacks into 3 backpacks they would carry and threw three bikes into the bike rack. They all stepped into the car and drove off towards the trail header.
30 minutes later they arrived at the trail header and now Emily felt herself needing to pee. Ill be fine she told herself, ill be fine. They all got on their bikes and took off down the trail. It was a dirt single track leading through rolling hills and with a small river flowing alongside them.
"It's beautiful!" exclaimed Amy!
"This is amazing!" the other 2 replied.
The sun was shining down on the rolling hills and causing them to look gold. Emily looked over at her surroundings and saw a forest to the right with densely packed trees, in front of her were rolling olden hills extending on as far as they eye could see. The river to their left glimmered from the suns rays reflecting off of its surface, It was a sight to behold. Though the more Emily thought about the river, the more she realized just how desperate she was getting in terms of her bladder. The trail suddenly veered to the right and into a less dense part of the forest. The trail stayed this way for the next 30 minutes when Emily was getting really desperate. She felt her bladder screaming for relief and she knew she couldnt hold it for much longer. All the sudden she felt a little bit of liquid dribbe out into her panties. She felt the fabric soak it up and it wasnt visible but she knew she had to find a place to pee soon or she was going to have an accident. Amy was too feeling desperate. Even more than Emily. She had dribbled a little about 5 minutes ago and now she felt it, her muscles gave out for a second and she felt a felt a spurt saturate her panties and leave a dime sized wet spot on her jeans. Hailey was doing pretty bad as well. She hadnt dribbled at all but felt herself leak for a good 10-15 seconds beofre stopping it, causing a small wet spot to form on her jeans.
"Hey guys, I really have to pee." said Amy.
"me too" replied Emily.
"I leaked a bit" replied Hailey.
"What if we did a challenge." Emily replied, a bit nervous.
"What do you mean?" replied Amy and Hailey.
"What if we try to hold in our pee as long as we can and the last person to wet themselves wins." Emily said.
"ok, im intrigued." replied Hailey.
"Oh what the hell, ill do it." replied Amy
And it began. Little did the others know but all of them were into omarashi but were to shy to admit it to each other. As the ride continued, Emily figured out a strategy. She sat a little forward on the seat so that the thinner part at the front was pushing her urethra and had the same affect as if she had held herself. They continued the ride and it was pretty uneventful or so they thought. Amy had been leaking a little bit every couple of minutes and knew she was about to lose it, She felt her muscles contract again and a 3 second long spurt come flooding her pants. She saw the wet spot on her pants grew and knew it was almost over. Another ten minutes past and all the sudden Amy groaned. The wet spot on her jeans was growing at an alarming rate. Amy felt pee gushing out her and it felt amazing. She peed for a solid 2 minutes before realizing what had just happened. Well crap she said to herself. Emily and Hailey were both in shock, Emily felt a slow leak coming out during the event as she lost concentration and she knew she was going to lose control soon. Hailey wasnt doing much better, Every time she peddled she leaked a little bit, they both had softball sized wet spots on their pants. Over the next 10 minutes nothing happened, a little leak there a little leak here, until Hailey felt it, her bladder contracted and she couldnt fight it. Pee poured out of her, soaking her pants and pee was pouring onto the trail as they rode. This was all too much for Emily, As soon as Hailey stopped, She started. It started as a trickle and then turned into niagra falls, She felt pee Filling her pants and puring down her legs. Now all three of them were wet. "I guess i won?" asked Emily.
"Only this time." replied Amy, who knew she would win next time.
maybe continued, depends on what the readers want. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated and let me know if you want me to continue this story! |
*Jack's brother, Dylan, vigorously shakes Anthony*
Dylan: Wake up! It's twelve!
Jack: Oh shit! I'm late for class!
*Jack jumped out of bed then threw his clothes as fast as he could, chowed down his breakfast as fast as he could, and jumped in his car and drove to school*
Jack's thoughts: Damn, I was in such a rush to get to school I didn't even pee. Will Ms. Sonny let me? She hates it when students are late, I doubt she'll hate me so much that she'll make me hold it. Man, I've been missing class a lot!
*Jack feels a spurt and he quickly grabs his crotch*
Jack: Damn, why does school have to be so far away?
*He felt his bladder twinge, it was really full, he didn't take a morning pee and he slept until twelve. He was bursting*
Jack: Shit come on car, drive! I really have to pee!
*Jack began to speed down the road but was then stopped by a police car. He groaned and pulled over to the side of the road. The cop took his sweet ass time and slowly got out of the car. Jack grabbed his cock and bounces in his seat like crazy*
Jack's thoughts: Gotta pee, hurry up! Gotta pee, hurry up! Gotta pee, hurry up!
*The cop walked up to the window and looked in. He saw Jack's body language and sighed*
Officer Shipman: I'm officer Shipman, did you realize you were speeding?
Jack: Yes sir, but you see-
Officer Shipman: Why are you so energetic? Are you nervous? Because I think you've got some drugs in your car...
*Jack shook his head and squeezed us cock as hard as he could*
Officer Shipman: So a high-schooler was speeding down the road not in school and he can't sit still, what else am I suppose to assume?
Jack: Officer, I just really need to use the bathroom! *Jack felt another spurt escape as he clenched his muscles again tightly. The officer laughed*
Officer Shipman: Oh, that make sense, I'm sorry for accusing you... you sure look like you're dying to go.
*Jack quickly nods and crosses his legs tightly*
Officer Shipman: Now I believe you and all, but I still need to do a test, so please leave the car.
*Jack groaned and got out, he took the test and scored a positive. The entire time through the test, feeling like he was about to pee all over himself right in front of the officer*
Officer Shipman: Alright, you're good, stay out of trouble.
*Officer Shipman get in his car and drove off, after a painful half hour drive, forty minutes if you count the ticket, he made it to school and ran to class*
Jack: Damn it i am so dead!
*He made it to class after three minutes*
Jack's thoughts: Okay, I just have to hold it for an hour, then class will be over. Ugh, why did i have to come at the start of my second class! I should have went to the bathroom, I'm already late.
Ms. Sonny: Hey, you were late to class again!
Jack: So sorry, Ms. Sonny
Ms. Sonny: You better because you're going to have to redo all the classes you missed, and no lunch! Jack: O-okay
Jack's thoughts: Damn it! I really need to pee!
*He crossed his legs tightly and grabbed his groin with his hand and began writing with the other. Half an hour later, his bladder was getting dangerously full. Jack raised his hand*
Jack: Ms. Sonny...
*He stood up and walked over to her*
Jack: Ms. Sonny, please may I use the bathroom?
*Jack was very shy about this sort of thing. Ms. Sonny gave her a look that could only be described as annoyed.*
Ms. Sonny: You're going to skip my class, then ask to be excused? No way! You can sit down and hold it!
Jack: But miss, I-
Ms. Sonny: No means no, now sit down and do your work!
Jack: Miss, I can't focus on my work, I have to pee far too badly!
*Jack bounced and pressed his legs together tightly. He then crossed them and hunched forward*
Ms. Sonny: Well figure something out! You're not leaving!
Jack's thoughts: Ugh, I'm going to have to wait an hour then redo all my classes. I can't wait that long! I have to pee far too badly! Ms. Sonny is so mean!
*He crosses his legs tightly and bounced up and down in his seat. He rubbed his bladder to feel how full it was*
Ms. Sonny: Is someone about to have an accident?
jack: Yes, Ms. Sonny
Ms. Sonny: Well too bad, you missed too much school and if you miss another class you'll be kicked out!
*Jack whimpered and wiggled in his seat*
Jack's thoughts: Oh come on come on come on COME ON!
*Jack began to pee a little, he felt the warmth in his hands between his legs and quickly clenched all his muscles. Class ends, and Jack is just about to charge for the bathroom*
Ms. Sonny: Hey, I want to see you in math class, science class, and every class you skipped on this list!
*Ms. Sonny handed Jack a list of classes*
Jack's thoughts: God damn it! I have to pee so freaking badly!
*Jack grabbed himself and pressed his legs tightly against each other as he jumped up and down on the spot*
Ms. Sonny: Stop acting like such a child and get to class!
Jack: I'm sorry Ms. Sonny, I just... I really really REALLY need to use the bathroom! I've held it in all-
Ms. Sonny: I don't care! You're going to math class, right now!
Jack: But please Ms. Sonny, I really-
Ms. Sonny: Right! Now!
*Jack walked to the math class with Ms. Sonny walking right next to him to make sure he didn't skip and went straight to math class. He then walked into the class about to lose it in his pants. He's never held it in this long before, he was born with a tiny bladder, he didn't think he could hold it this long. Jack felt another spurt escape into his hand, he gasped*
Jack: Ms. Sonny, please can I use the bathroom?! I'm about to die!
*Jack crossed and uncrossed his legs rapidly*
Ms. Sonny: Nope, not until all of your classes are done, you should have gotten here on time, then you could have went during lunch!
*Jack groaned, he was embarrassed as hell! Here he was, in high school about to pee all over himself like a kindergartener. He felt a drop came out, then a spurt, then a small stream, then a full on blast like it was out of a water hose. He gave a loud sigh of relief as he felt the warm liquid spread across his legs and down his pants. He felt the crotch of his pants soak as well as his hands between his legs. Jack smiled widely as his bladder finally got the chance to relax after such a tiring day. Jack felt his eyes water as all his problems shoot out of his manhood.*
Ms. Sonny: Oh, so you can't hold it like a child, then I'll be calling your parents about this!
*Jack had to sit in Ms. Sonny's office until Jack's brother, Dylan, came with some new pants. When Dylan came he laughed*
Dylan: Haha, couldn't hold it there buddy?
Jack: Shut up!
*Jack jerked the pants away from Dylan. He red with anger and embarrassment. Here he was, standing in front of his brother with drenched pants because he peed himself like a little kid*
Dylan: That's a big stain, maybe we'll have to put you in diapers
*Dylan laughed until Jack punched him in the arm*
Dylan: Ouch! It's not my fault you're such a baby you can't hold it!
*Dylan began to laugh again as Jack angrily stampeded away, leaving the office. From that day forward, he hated Ms. Sonny*
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For anyone who loves to see farting combined with omorashi, as I know one person here besides me does. If this is a huge turn-off for you don't read. But, it doesn't come until after the end of the omorashi segment.
Omorashi with a Side of Farts
Tiffany was a very attractive girl, 22 years of age, with long blonde hair. Today she was wearing a cute black tank top and short, skintight, pink shorts.
About an hour ago she had gotten back from a long bike ride. It was a hot summer day, so she had drank several glasses of water, and a few cans of soda.
After having some beans for lunch, she got into her car and hit the road. She was on her way to get an extra pair of shorts, for she always liked to have four, and one of her other pairs had split yesterday, as they were a size too small from when she was a little younger. Fortunately no one had been around to witness the event.
Her favorite store to get them at was about a half hour away, for she lived in a big city.
After the half hour drive, she reached the store, picked out a light blue pair of shorts she really liked, tried them on, decided they were perfect, paid for them at the counter, and got back into her car.
As soon as she was out of the parking lot, she felt an urge to pee, as all the water and soda she had drank had gone through her. She wasn't too worried, though. She could hold it for a half hour.
However, ten minutes into the drive she hit a traffic jam. The cars only moved about an inch every minute.
Half an hour went by, with very little progress. Tiffany felt the pressure grow heavier, and crossed her legs. A man walked past her to the front of the jam, to inspect what was causing it. When he returned, Tiffany rolled down the window.
"What's going on?"
"There was an accident up the road. Both cars are really smashed up. It won't go for quite some time."
"There's gonna be an accident in here soon if we don't get going!"
With each minute, Tiffany felt her need to pee become greater. She considered running out of her car to the nearest bathroom, but the cars were very slowly moving forward and she didn't want to delay anyone behind her.
Another hour went by. By now she really needed to go. She was fidgeting hard, feeling the pee sloshing around inside her, wishing she had gone to the bathroom before she left home, or better yet, the store.
At long last, the traffic started moving again. Tiffany drove as fast as she could, without exceeding the speed limit. She knew it wouldn't help her make it if she got pulled over for speeding.
Somehow she seemed to hit every single red light just as it began. Two times this happened she leaked a bit, dampening her shorts but not enough to get the seat of her car wet.
Finally she reached the roads with houses on the sides. Her home was not very far away.
She stopped at a stop sign, where several cars drove by. It didn't look like she was about to go anywhere anytime soon. Some cars came from the right, so she could have turned right if she wanted to, but she had to turn left. She could feel waves of pee inside her, and she was about to burst, fidgeting harder than ever, another leak making her underwear even wetter.
Finally she got the chance to turn left, and in about a minute she reached her home.
She quickly ran out of her car and to the door of her house, but just as she was unlocking the door, the dam burst.
Her pink shorts darkened, and she could feel them grow warm and wet. Rivers of pee flowed down her legs, forming a puddle on the front porch. As humiliating as it was to wet herself like this, she couldn't deny the release felt good after holding it for so long.
"Ahhhhh, that's better."
When she finished peeing, the crotch and butt of her shorts were soaked, but she didn't mind too much. At least no one had seen it.
FFFFFFRRRRRRRT
Tiffany was surprised at the loud, wet fart that came out of her. She blushed, but giggled a bit. It was not ladylike to fart so loudly, but she secretly thought it was fun to fart. That's why she liked beans so much.
She quickly walked inside her house. She realized she had left her new shorts in the car, so she decided to change into something else and get them later.
But... for now she wanted to stay in her wet shorts. She didn't know why, but she liked the feeling of it. It just felt so naughty.
BBBBRRRRRT! PPPPFFFFTT! BBBRRRRAAAAAP! PPPPBBBBTH!
She giggled as she released a series of boisterous wet farts. Usually they were silent, but they were probably wetter because her shorts were wet. She slapped her butt playfully as she let out another fart.
Eventually, she set up a bubblebath and jumped in the tub without bothering to undress first. She farted in the tub and giggled. She was going to have a lot of fun with her newfound fetish for omorashi and love for farting loudly.
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Author's note: The thing with the traffic jam and stop signs are some of my primary fears for what might cause me to have an accident one day. But, I wasn't too hard on her - she at least didn't pee on the seat of her car, and she found she enjoyed it.
Also, it took so long to write this it logged me out, but fortunately it saved what I wrote when I logged back in. |
So if you haven’t played Prey, I dunno what you’re doing with your life, but you’re doing it wrong. There were several moments in the game where, considering I nearly wet myself just playing it, I thought it was impossible someone really in that situation wouldn’t have lost control of themselves. If this turns out well, I might do some other stories of a similar theme, and maybe some more Prey ones.
And fear not, this fic will be almost completely spoiler free. All major scenes, twists, events, and so on, will not be spoiled.
As always, any and all feedback is appreciated. I know it’s a bit shorter than what I usually post, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
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Talos 1 Lobby, 2035
Morgan Yu peered as slowly and carefully through the large doorway as she could. Considering the mutilated human corpse she found just a short distance behind her, she wasn’t taking any chances. The Typhon were lethal and merciless, and they could be anywhere. Wrench in hand, Morgan slowly walked through the doorway, and entered the lobby. A massive window to her right constituted the wall of the space station. The area around was lavish and lovingly furnished, but for the moment she was captivated by the sight of Earth as it took up a good portion of her view out the window.
She walked forward, stopping at a table with some snacks and water bottles on it, still admiring the view of her home. Her quiet moment of reflection was rudely interrupted as she heard a very sudden rustling from behind her. Raising her wrench to strike, she whipped around, and wasn’t surprised when there were no enemies to strike. Instead, she saw only an apple on the ground, lazily rolling towards her feet. She was not fooled, however.
Raising the wrench high in the air, she slammed it down, towards the apple. Unsurprisingly, the apple was suddenly engulfed in black smoke as the four-legged beast shifted into its true form, a Mimic. They were spider-like creatures composed of hundreds of little black tendrils. This one wasn’t going to be making a meal out of Morgan today, as she deftly smashed the wrench into the creature, causing to explode into several bits and lots of black goo.
She reeled a bit. The Typhon were great at messing with people’s heads, and even the humble Mimic was no different. Upon seeing them transform, it always hurt her head and eyes a bit. As she groaned in pain and rubbed her temples lightly, Morgan became conscious of the fact that she needed the restroom. All the running around, wrench-swinging, and alien battling she’d been doing had worn her out, and she’d been drinking a ton of water she’d found in order to keep hydrated. And now that was coming back to bite her.
She sighed in annoyance. They never show in movies or videogames that you still have to go to the bathroom, even if you’re an action hero. Her annoyance about quadrupled when she also felt the need to get rid of the other kind of waste present itself. She had a station to save, she couldn’t lose so much time just to go to bathroom!
Of course, the obvious alternative was to just… go. To go to the bathroom in her suit. As compelling as the thought of saving time was, it most certainly was not worth the humiliation of wetting and soiling herself.
As something in the room to her left very suddenly and very quickly shifted position, she wondered if she’d really have a choice in the matter, as the damned Typhon might just scare it out of her before she even reaches the bathroom. She moved to the right, giving the now suspect room a wide berth.
Morgan continued walking throughout the lobby, suddenly very paranoid of the large open space it presented. So many corners… so many places for things to hide. She could feel her heartbeat quicken, yet her blood ran cold. So many things around her seemed to be changing position. Any random thing she walked by could be her death.
Her control faltered in her paranoid state, and she was vaguely conscious of the fact that she was dribbling into her red boxers. The crotch of her underwear darkened as it met with her urine, and she could feel a few wet trails racing down her thighs. Fortunately, her rubbery suit would show no trace of her leaking. Morgan slowed her breathing, and tried to remain calm. The Typhon mess with people’s heads, and right now, they were getting into hers.
After calming down, she looked around again, and noted that everything seemed to be in order, more or less. If there were more Mimics, they weren’t right next to her, at least. She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her eyes widened when she noticed the cooling wetness on her crotch. She clamped her thighs together, attempting to hold the rest of her urine. She needed a bathroom, and now.
Scanning the room, her prayers were answered as she saw a sign labelling a nearby hallway as the bathroom she was after. Taking one last look around her for any Typhon aliens, she rushed towards the God-sent hallway. Curiously, the entrance to one of the restrooms was barricaded by large crates. Conveniently, it was the men’s restroom. Of course, she didn’t think anyone was going to scold for using the wrong toilet at this point, anyway. She entered the ladies’ room, and could feel her bladder and bowels nearly give out in relief.
She slid open the door to one of the stalls, and smiled gratefully when she saw this one was stocked with extra toilet paper. She reached for the zipper on the front of her suit, and suddenly made a realization, as the Mimic that was masquerading as the spare paper lunged at her. She only barely managed to swing the wrench fast enough to stop the alien mid-jump. It skittered away, and hopped up onto the counter, preparing its front legs to strike. Morgan made sure it never got that chance, and crushed it under her trusty wrench. Her swing was powerful enough to crack the counter the Mimic was on.
As Morgan panted, trying to catch her breath, her attention immediately snapped to her decreasing need to use the restroom. It took her a moment to realize that the scare the Mimic gave her had startled her into… going in her suit.
The wet stain on the crotch of her boxers had rapidly expanded, and the stain travelled down both legs. Small rivers of hot urine now poured past the cuffs of her underwear, racing down her legs and filling her boots. She firmly planted her hands in her crotch, attempting to regain control, but by the time she did, most of the damage was done. She also became aware of the load that now occupied the back of her red boxers. She had even pooped her pants, she was so startled. Her mess weighed down her underwear, and she could feel it pressing up against her bottom.
And the worst part was: She wasn’t done.
She sighed, and, with tears just beginning to form in her eyes, resigned herself to just finishing now, in her clothes. She already had to clean up, anyway.
She spread her legs, and released her hold on her pee. Her privates were suddenly warmed, and she felt much smaller rivulets than before streaming down her thighs, then past her knees, then into her boots. Her hands were still hovering over her crotch, and through her suit, they could feel the heat and vibrations caused by the urine impacting the suit.
Now for the rest… she thought, as she squatted down. She could feel the mess that was already present be squished against a little as she did so. She scrunched her face, and pushed. Her mess came out, slow and steady. It met the existing load, and caused her underwear to bulge out far, then her suit to bulge out as the underwear made contact with it. She could feel her boxers growing heavier and heavier, and was beginning to lament her decision to not just finish in the toilet. The mess was downright huge, and she worried about her underwear's ability to hold all of it. She reached a hand back and felt the end result. It was a lot. Even though her thick, concealing jumpsuit, it would be completely obvious she'd voided her bowels on herself.
After another moment of pooping herself, she was done. She sighed in embarrassment, her cheeks burning. As she prepared to stand up, a loud, distorted human voice yelled something near the entrance to the bathroom. Morgan slipped, and found herself recoiling in disgust as she fell on her rear, smushing her mess under her. She could feel it smooth and flatten out, covering her backside. The urine that was still trapped in her suit levelled out as she changed position, some of it returning to her thighs. As she sat there, she didn’t know if she was grateful or not that her puddle and mess were confined to her suit.
She gave herself a quick little slap to her face, and bolted upright.
What was she doing?!
An alien might be right behind her, and she’s too busy feeling sorry for herself to notice!
Coming to her senses, she grabbed her wrench, and slowly looked out the doorway into the lobby. A strange, human-shaped figure was wandering towards the bathroom area. It seemed to be made of the same black tendrils that comprised the Mimics. Despite everything she’d just been through, she somehow found herself leaking even more pee into her suit, but she no longer cared.
As she waited, her back to the wall, the creature seemed to lose interest, and turned around. She released a pent-up breath. As long as it didn’t come back, she figured she should have a couple of minutes to clean herself up, then hopefully save the entire station. Assuming she could refrain from doing something like this again.
Funny, out of all the terrible things that happened to her today, she couldn’t decide what was the worst: the alien invasion, or her complete accident. It would take some time to come up with an answer. |
First story guys, so leave your thoughts and critiques :)
Sasuke awoke out of his bed thinking about another lousy mission the Hokage would have his team do today. Walking dogs, helping a citizen plant their crops...all ridiculous and cutting into the training he could be doing to defeat his brother.
It was extremely hot today so he decided to drink more water than he usually did at breakfast, and brought some with him. He looked at his time and silently cursed...if he didn’t hurry he would “probably” be later than Kakashi…probably.
When he arrived at the spot they were supposed to meet which was by the lake, Sakura was already there smiling when she saw him.
“Morning Sasuke”, she said with the biggest smile on her face.
“Morning”, he said while taking another sip of his water. It didn’t take long for the silence to be broken when they heard a familiar voice yelling.
“I’m here”, while running to where they were. “I’m here, I’m here, gee I thought I was late”. Naruto said.
“You are, stupid”, Sakura replied. While waiting for another hour, Kakashi finally showed up.
“Morning guys, sorry I’m late I had to pick up a few things on my way down”, he said. The three of them just glared at him.
“Ok, maybe this would cheer you guys up”. He pulled out bottles of water for them to carry on the mission.
“Whaaa, but we always carry water on missions, Kakashi sensei you jerk”, Naruto said.
“No, Naruto you see its extremely hot today and I don’t want my genin passing out, now would I, so I brought extras”. “Now, our mission today is to find out what has been disturbing this family at night”. “The family said they have been hearing noises and scratches whenever they go to sleep.
“Do you think it could be a ghost Kakashi sensei?” Sakura said.
“Who knows”
“A g-ghost”, Naruto said.
“Yeah, unless you’re too scared to see.” Sasuke inputted with a slight grin.
“I AM NOT SCARED”. I can take on anything believe it”.
“Well then let’s go” Kakashi said.
The ninja arrived at their destination and greeted the family who they were assigned to. They live in a mansion, but the ninja decided to stake out, outside. They were going to start investigating at night inside the mansion. While they were sharpening weapons and setting up camp, they were drinking water as well. Sasuke started to feel a small twinge in his bladder, but didn’t pay any attention to it. He drunk some more of his water and finished sharpening his weapons. When night fell, his bladder started to feel fuller. He started to think about all the water he drunk today and that made his bladder pulse more. Sasuke didn’t want to let his silly bladder get in the way of this mission so he ignored it and got ready for the mission. Besides it was time to go anyway…even the thought of “go” made his bladder pulse again.
They walked inside the mansion and Kakashi started devising a plan. Sasuke wanted nothing more for Kakashi to hurry and say this stupid plan, so they could hurry and do the stupid mission so he could pee. His bladder was starting to fill up more now from all that water he was drinking earlier and he started to slightly move one of his thighs on the other squeezing his package. It was a quick discrete move which he hoped nobody saw.
“Well now that we know the plan, and there’s no questions let’s go” Kakashi said.
“Yeahhh I’m so ready”, Naruto said loudly.
“Shut up idiot, or you’re going to wake up the whole family”. Sasuke said.
Kakashi split up the group leaving Naruto and Sasuke on one team and Sakura and himself on the next. Kakashi and Sakura went to investigate one half of the mansion and the boys did the other half. They would meet up by morning in the same spot they all started, and with that they took off.
Sasuke and Naruto first looked in the family room for anything. Sasuke bladder was pounding now and he couldn’t help but squeeze his thighs together when he bent down to look behind the Television. It felt so good to take some pressure off his bladder as he continued looking.
“Nothing out of the ordinary here”, Sasuke said. They left the family room and opened the door to another room. When they turned on the lights, it was the bathroom and Sasuke quickly gave his crotch a long squeeze.
“Um, Naruto can you check in there, I rather check the kitchen”, Sasuke said while shaking.
“What, I think-”.
“Just do it”, Sakuke said in an irritated way and ran off to the kitchen. He was starting to get desperate now and thought he could have used that toilet but he had a mission to complete and couldn’t waste time.
While Naruto was away he grabbed himself and started to bounce slightly.
“Where is this stupid ghost or whatever this thing is, I have to pee”, he said.
“You have to what?” Naruto said, while walking into the kitchen. Sasuke quickly stopped the bouncing and the grabbing when he heard Naruto’s voice.
“Nothing”.
“Righttt”. Naruto studied Sasuke carefully, he knew he heard something but didn’t quite catch it. Saskue was so desperate to cross his legs, bounce, crawl…whatever it would take not to wet his shorts.
“What are you looking at loser, we have a mission to complete lets go”. Sasuke said.
They walked to a room what looked like an office and started to look around. It wasn’t long before they started to hear some scratching noises in the wall behind the painting. Naruto removed the painting off the wall and saw a hole.
“Well I guess we are going in, Naruto said”. “When I thought to crawl I didn’t mean literally”. Saskue thought to himself. They crawled until they fell into this room.
“Uh”, Sasuke grabbed his crotch so hard like it was going to fall off. “Why was that drop so deep”? He started to step side to side not noticing that Naruto was watching him.
“So that’s what you had to do”, Naruto said grinning.
“Do wha-”. As soon as he said that he realized.
“You have to pee don’t you”.
Saskue didn’t reply he just turned his head. He felt embarrassed to mention the truth to him, but he knew he was going to find out soon because he couldn’t keep hiding his need.
“Yes, now can we please get out of here so I can pee.” He sat on the ground and starting rocking back and forth while trying to examine the room.
“Wait, we passed a bathroom earlier, why didn’t you just-” Naruto stopped when he started to get a death glare from Sasuke.
“I didn’t want to do that during a mission”. After hearing the word bathroom, Sasuke closed his eyes, grabbed himself with both hands now and continued to rock back and forth.
“And look where that has got you” Naruto laughed as he looked at Sasuke.
Naruto stopped laughing when he felt something fury rubbing across his legs. He quickly got out his kunai knife and jumped back. To his surprise it was a cat. He picked it up and started putting two and two together….
“The cat must have jumped up to that hole in the wall and followed the trail that leads to the painting we saw earlier and scratched the back of it.” “The question is…how did it get here”
“We will find that out later, let’s just go and bring the cat, I have to pee so bad” Sasuke said, while attempting to get to his feet. He had his hands on his knees until the urges stopped. He closed his eyes tightly again, almost losing a squirt in his underwear.
“Yeah, before you drown us in this room” Naruto said.
Sasuke finally stood up straighter and waited for Naruto to get up in the hole again with the cat. He crossed his legs and bend down then back up again. “Hurry up”.
“Ok, ok gee no one told you not to go to the bathroom, Mr. Can’t wait” Naruto said while crawling in the hole.
Sasuke followed, having to stop crawling at some point to grab himself. He could feel the pee at the tip of his crotch, ready to just burst out.
They finally made it out and came out the office room and to Sasuke’s luck saw Kakashi sensei and Sakura upstairs. The two jumped down when they saw the cat in Naruto’s arms. Sasuke tried to stop the fidgeting but did not stop it completely.
“We think we found the ‘ghost’”, as Naruto lifted up the cat.
“That’s a cat, idiot”. Sakura said. Then she hit Naruto in the head
“Ow”, Sakura I know”. You didn’t let me finish. This cat was making the scratching noise.
“Yes, and I think I know why” Kakashi said. He jumped up back to the stairs when he felt his senses telling him that someone was there. He saw the girl that was a part of this family, and she admitted to hiding the cat in that place because her parents wouldn’t let her keep it. She was watching to make sure they wouldn’t hurt the cat.
Saskue wasn’t even listening, he was too distracted by his need to focus and started fidgeting more.
Naruto caught Saskue fidgeting again and said “Oh yeah and Saskue’s gotta pee” He laughed
Saskue was about to punch him, when a drop of pee came out. He quickly ran to the bathroom that they went to earlier and slammed the door.
“Told ya” Naruto said
Sasuke quickly pulled down his pants with his boxers and started peeing in the toilet. His stream was so strong and loud that the rest could hear it. He held his head back and closed his eyes as relief finally came over his body. He learned a lesson here…pee before a mission. |
Well, hi!
For months I've searched for an omo fiction about this show but without success, also my fav ship is Cora/Robert (Cora is my absolute fav character) which means it's even harder. Soooo I thought "the hell, I'm doing it."
I saw there's a lot of topics about the Victorian Era and since my story is set in 1890 ca I read some of them.. which are mostly about the middle class or lower ones; Downton Abbey, of course, revolves around the higher classes, being Cora and Robert a Countess and an earl (I can hardly imagine one of the "Upstairs" squatting down to pee in the middle of the gardens, so to speak), so I thought I'd give my take on the following events.
That said, it's fiction so everything that's wrong according to the period, please note that is for narrative purposes. Also, I'm not a native but I like this language very much, every grammatic error or spelling mistake is mine. Don't roast me on that.. not much! Eheh, I'll try my best.
Oh, yes, it's multichapter. So if you like this, please let me know and I'll post more as soon as I can ;)
A Proper Lady
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Characters: Cora, Robert, Violet
Setting: pre-serie (around 1890)
Warning for this chapter: none (desperation)
Chapter 1: Tea Party
It was her first tea party as a married woman and Cora couldn't have been more excited. Since she married Robert Crawley, in February, everyone started to look her in a different way: not the American Princess with a lot of money anymore, but a simple woman that earned her right to be in the strict English society.
And since a baron, friend of the family, who recently got married himself, had planned to organize a tea party for May, every important family of the Yorkshire had devoted months to buy the finest frocks, jewels for the lady and carved canes for the lords to win an unannounced competition for the best look during the opening party for the summer.
Because looks were everything. Cora knew that very well and had to keep that in mind this time particularly, since it was her first time as Countess, as Robert's wife, Violet's daughter-in-law. It was like her society debut all over again, except this time there wouldn't be just one king whose eyes were keen on inspect her for thirty second top, no, there would have been hundreds of kings and queens, much more critical and attentive, ready to judge her at her first tiny mistake, and for hours. Violet had dedicated her entire time for weeks to instruct the girl on that particular day, so she could not misbehave and make her son's terrible choice of wife at least look decent.
Cora could sense Violet's close eyes on each breath she took, judging harshly – silently, with stern glances – the way she talked, the way she forced her laugh whenever a silly bachelor teased her about her birth country, the way she walked among other much more elegant, in Violet's eye, English girls her age, even the way she sipped her tea. Cora felt it all.
And of course, it was a damper on her entire mood.
Her excitement, also, had dropped considerably since her expectations hadn't exactly turned up as she'd imagined. Yes, girls and boys were more open with her, they sometimes talked to her, but basically, she just felt the outcast of the group.
Robert couldn't help, she couldn’t blame him. He had to stay with his male friends, just like the code imposed; as for her, she was supposed to hang around other young countesses or baronesses or duchesses around her age, but she felt like they all snobbed her.. without even bother to hide their intentions with much effort at all!
Cora hated it all, but she had to admit that when Violet said that everyone looked at her with a different eye, she was right. They hadn't stopped their teasing, but they had indeed stopped looking down on her and if they did, their envy was quite blatant.. Violet told her that she should've felt proud at least for that, or look like she was.
Even if she didn't feel she belonged there, she had to act like it for Robert and yes, after all, there was room for improvement, she could see that. It was her chance to start with the right foot and within a couple of years, maybe, she would have blended in with the others snobs and aristocrat.
She could do it.
That party was her baptism. She must have been impeccable.
And being impeccable also included never ask where the loo was, right in the middle of a conversation about Paris.
Cora pretended to listen to the mistress of the house as she babbled about her honeymoon in the city of love, nodding when she saw the other nodding, sipping the smallest amount of tea once in a while not to look weird being the only one not drinking tea during a tea party.
Each girl around her gulped down cup after cup in the most gracious ways all the while biting on biscuits and chatting on every silly subject.
Cora had troubles finish her first one.
Not that she didn't like the mix of special of tea leaves, of course, but currently she was cursing herself for that cup of tea during her breakfast in the Abbey, that glass of water she took right before the meal and all the wine that Robert offered her to taste. No, actually she was cursing herself for having skipped a loo stop right before leaving for the tea party. But the thought, back then, just had slipped her mind: she'd been too excited and impatient.. for nothing. And now she was in trouble.
Her need had made itself known right after their arrival, few hours before when she stepped out of the carriage and gravity took over her bladder.
She'd been able to ignore that bothering sensation quite well, distracting herself with talking and strolling in the gardens whenever someone suggested something, but she couldn't have avoided that three or four toasts in honor of the newlywed and consequently she had to drink three or four flutes of champagne accordingly. She'd stopped counting, by then. And right now it was five o'clock, so she just had to enjoy a good cup of hot steaming tea.
Cora wasn't enjoying it at all.
She'd considered asking someone where the loo was, but to whom? And then, she was just too shy to ask in front of everyone, since girls apparently lived as a group rather than individuals and men, well, they were out of questions. Violet couldn’t be bothered or course and then.. would it be appropriate in the first place? How come a problem like that had never come up during their “lessons”? Yes, back at home she could go visit the bathroom whenever she pleased but still, none of them had thought of that natural inconvenience? Why everyone else seemed so calm? Was she the only human needing to pee in there? Impossible, seen the amount of liquids everyone had gulped down since they first arrived.
Cora shut her eyes and took a sharp, small, breath. Eight hours. Eight hours since she woke up at nine, that day, eight hours since she'd relieved herself, eight hours she'd been holding and waiting to do that again. Eight hours.
She couldn't think of that.
“You don't like your tea, dear?”
“What?”
Cora shot her eyes open, blushing when she noticed that the small group of four people was staring right at her. Not much people, but still four, judging, a few years older wives like her.
“You can tell me,” the Baroness continued with a fake smile “if the mix is too much for you.”
Cora smiled back, hating that she implied that her American taste wasn't sophisticated enough. She knew each zinger too well, by now.
“No, it's delicious.” she replied, rotating her cup with a graceful gesture of her wrist. She was pretending to mix the colored liquid when actually she was just considering the amount she had to drink.
She mirrored the other woman when she took a sip and did the same, with the only difference of gulping her half-cup down in one go. Maybe it had been a mistake. It hadn't been that graceful and light giggles had started to spread.
Well, at least she had finished her cup.
“Another one?”
This time, Cora was sure that the Baroness had smirked. Maybe she knew? Impossible.
“Thank you.” she politely smiled at the footman refilling her cup, immediately sipping some to prove.. well, something to the Baroness. It seemed to work, because the conversation went on and everybody unfocused their attention from her.
The pressure in her lower stomach started to bother her more than it should have. And still she had a couple of hours before the party would be over, a carriage ride to survive until the Abbey and then, oh sweet heaven, she should've changed for dinner, meaning she could visit her bathroom without problems at all. The only question was if she would have make it.
But then again she'd been holding for hours and her need had just started to bother her considerably, what were two more abundant hours?
Cora sipped again from her cup, crossing her ankles so she could press harder her thighs together. That seemed to help. Because a proper Lady would never cross her legs, even if that was what she wanted to do, badly.
She fidgeted a little on the spot, shifting on the edge of the stuffed chair she was sitting – alone, fortunately – creating a light friction against the aching area with her clothes. It helped too and all when unnoticed.
Being the outcast had its advantages.
From that moment on, she focused herself on crossing and uncrossing her ankles, changing position on her chair every now and then, trying so hard to distract her brain from her need and focus on the conversation. It did lack of interesting subjects, so that too was a challenge for her as well.
By the time she'd finished her second cup, her nails unwillingly dug into the arm of the chair. She relaxed her hand before anyone could notice, but it was clear to her that she would have never make it through the party without humiliating herself and ridicule the entire family.
A countess, in her twenties, that peed herself in the middle of a party, in front of everyone. She would have been the laughingstock of the English society for generations. And Robert? She couldn't do that to Robert!
All because she'd refused to ask where the bathroom was? She refused to be that shy. The embarrassment for that question would have easily faded, but the embarrassment of losing control of her own body in front of the Yorkshire? Never.
“Are you all right, Cora?” The Baroness asked with a smirk. That sadistic woman almost seemed to enjoy her discomfort, even if she didn't know the source of it. No, Cora was sure she was enjoying it and the other ladies too. How mean.
“Yes.” She lied. Her voice cracked a little and she felt hot blood rushing to her cheeks. Cora tried to dissimulate with a smile. “I just need some air, it's a little too warm in here.” of course no one would offer to accompany her. But Cora was happy it happened, this time. She would have searched for a maid and ask for her help or at least where the toilet was; that wasn't forbidden, was it?
“You're right. We'll take a stroll with the men, later, before the farewells.” The Baroness informed, unimpressed by her sudden departure “You'll join?”
“Of course.” Cora nodded with a grateful smile “If you'll excuse me.”
She waited for the Baroness to give her permission to leave – which took a while – and then she stood up.
Cora was happy that no one was watching her, because it was blatant that something was wrong with her. As soon as her body left the support of the chair and the safety of a sitting position, she realized how heavy her bladder actually was. It felt like a brick stuck inside of her. A liquid brick. Moving down.
She shot her eyes open for a while, fearing the worst.
Cora didn't bother to check if everything was fine, if she could walk trusting her muscles, she just bolted away, trying to ignore the surprised giggles fading behind her, whispering wanders and suppositions. Luckily – or not – the few she heard were wrong.
She was walking quickly, her back stiff, both loving and hating the corset for supporting her back and pushing mercilessly against her full bladder. Without it she would walk doubled-over, making quite obvious her embarrassing need, yet her stomach would have had much more room to expand. What a blessed curse.
Cora didn't remember that house being so big when she arrived, almost nine hours before. Also, not that crowded. And yet it was, bursting with people just as she was bursting for an entirely different thing. There were people at every corner: men chatting, ladies laughing, footmen preparing trays of appetizers and glasses full of every liquor and champagne imaginable.
Seeing all that light yellow liquid bubbling sent a sharp stab in her belly and she almost lost control. It was too much and she was starting to feel tired.. her muscles felt tired. She just wanted to let go. Of course, she couldn't.
She just needed to find someone, anyone she could ask where the bathroom was. Was she asking for the moon?
She slipped into a corridor, almost running past groups of people too caught up with their conversations to notice her and she ended up into a hall, as well full of people. All those footmen and no maids? Not even one?
Her eyes darted in all directions, frantically. It was then when she didn't notice a child's play of chasing and a little girl stumbled on her, laughing and offering her excuses. That midget demon was running with her arms in front of her and like a battering ram, she'd pushed her little hands on her stomach. The corset absorbed most of the impact, but the sudden constriction had been very bad for her weak and over-strained bladder. It was really too much.
Cora gasped loud – although the chattering covered her sound – and she felt a hot damp work through her undergarments. She hurriedly crossed her legs while standing, relieved that her crème dress covered her bottom half of her body, closing both of her hands in tight fists, restraining her own body from the mad need of grabbing herself to prevent a much more problematic leaking.
She fought hard to regain control without any other help, but when the muscles tighten again enough, she decided it was time to find that damned maid. Quickly. No excuses.
She decided to go into an adjacent room and then in the next one and a corridor and another room. That house was immense and everywhere, there were people.
Cora started to see blurred. Her eyes had started to leak as well. She felt desperate physically and emotionally and there was no one she could go to.
She turned a corner and then another one, until she found the smallest passage between two rooms. It was a bit dusty there and she supposed no one used that passage since it was right next to a much more beautiful and wide corridor.
Still no one. She was alone.
She was alone! Cora gasped again, shoving her gloved hand between her legs, pressing hard against her womanhood through all that layers of clothing. She buckled her hips softly, dancing on one foot as she gently moaned in relief from that little help. She considered staying there a couple of seconds to regain complete control, but she knew she couldn’t wait long.
She swallowed, massaging herself to better the relieve and she leaned against the wall, breathing hard.
One, two, three. She counted, closing her eyes to prepare herself for another mad searching. She peeled slowly from the wall, but made only one step before the scare almost made her leak again.. and worse. She couldn't help her doubling over her hand, her heart hammering inside her chest.
“Cora, what are you doing?” Violet was staring at her with a disapproving face.
“I- I.” She stuttered, trying so hard to straighten her back. She did after a few attempts and quickly she removed her hand too.
“Running away like that.” The older woman clicked her tongue “I've been observing you.”
That was no surprise. And frankly, Cora was kinda happy she had been. Because now Violet would have helped her. She would, right?
“I.. I need-” Cora bit her lip, pressing hard her thighs together.
“I know. I watched your pitiful dance.” She sighed in dismay pursing her lips as she took a good look at the girl. Cora was fidgeting on the spot, shaking, shifting her weight from a foot to another.
“I was about to find someone,” Cora spoke low, careful to control every other part of the body as she concentrate on talking “to ask where-”
“Never!” Violet yelled in a stern whisper, canceling the distance between them with a wide step “Never do that.” she repeated, kinder now. “A proper Lady should never ask for the toilet when she's in public.”
For how much absurd it sounded, Cora could see that. After all, they were supposed to be beautiful doll to expose, faint at the view of blood and of course not proving to the world that they were human being too, so body functions were a big nono in every area.
“What can I do?” Cora almost shirked “I really need to-”
“I can see that.” Violet sighed matter-of-factly “But I told you, that's not how a proper lady behaves.” there was something in her ice-blue eyes that scared the girl.
“What?” Cora's eyes widen at her words and her bladder twitched with a painful spasm. She had no choice but to grab herself for a moment before she decided it was safe to let go. “What do you mean-?”
“That's not how I taught you, Cora.” Violet asserted “Didn't I told you to use the loo every time before leaving?” there was a wicked smile forming on her woman's lips “I knew this would happen.”
“I forgot.” Cora felt her cheeks blushing even more.
“You forgot?” Violet let out a hint of chuckle “Well, that's your punishment for not listening to me, thinking you know better.” she paused, watching as Cora suddenly grabbed herself in despair. Both hands. “I knew you weren't a proper Lady, you will never be.”
“I am.” Cora cried softly “I can prove it to you.” she nodded as she pressed herself harder against her own fingers.
“Prove it to me?” Violet faked a surprised look “A proper Lady should be able to control herself and her need and you clearly aren't.”
“But I-” Cora sobbed “I could make it.”
“Not like that, you won't.” Violet crossed her arms on her chest. She studied as the girl before her swung and danced, frowning but never giving up once. “You're so determined on proving you can be a lady?”
“Yes.”
“I'll give you another chance, then.” Violet was smiling now “If you can make it through dinner, I won't bother you on the subject anymore.”
“I will, I promise.” Cora nodded, her shoulder hitting the wall for support as she held herself. “If you could just let me go now, I will.”
“What the point would be? If you ask for the loo, everyone will know you're not a proper Lady.” Violet pointed out. “And proving to me this evening won't change the fact that everybody will know what you will never be.”
“I made a mistake not going to the toilet before leaving, but-” She shut her eyes tight, dancing a little on the spot “But-I can't hold it much longer.” Cora confessed and her cheeks turned bright red. She was on the edge of crying. “I'll lose control and I'll embarrass you all, and Robert-” She gasped. He may not loved her like she did, but he was a kind and a good man, he didn't deserve the shame of an improper wife. She couldn’t ask for the loo for Robert, as well she couldn't wet herself for everyone to see.
Violet was thinking the same thing.
“I guess everyone is entitled of one error.” the older woman conceded. “You made this to yourself, but we can't allow that kind of humiliation today. We have to manage on our own.”
Cora nodded briefly. Violet was right, after all. A proper Lady should've been able to hold herself through a party or a dinner. It could have been a real lesson for her, even if it looked like another teasing of her mother-in-law, it wasn't.
“You'll help me?” She agreed.
“We must cooperate to limit the damage. Follow me.” Violet gestured with a tilt of her head. Noticing Cora still grabbing herself, walking stiffly and slowly, reluctant of letting go of her crotch, she sighed through her hinted smile, a sympathetic one “Whenever you're ready. But I suggest you hurry. Robert's coming over here.” |
@HoldingPrinces thank you too for the feedback! Hope you (all) like the second part. Here we go!
p.s.: I'd like to change my previous statement with the current one "I can hardly imagine one of the "Upstairs" squatting down to pee in the middle of the gardens LIKE IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL OR FOR EVERYONE TO SEE" for obvious reason ;) pardon me if I didn't explain myself decently before.
A Proper Lady
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Characters: Cora, Robert, Violet
Setting: pre- serie (around 1890)
Warning for this chapter: none (desperation)
Chapter 2: On the Edge
Cora was starting to panic. With her heart drumming inside her chest and the terrible fear of Robert coming too near and notice her distress, her bladder quivered and throbbed with pain. She was still grabbing herself, hard, too afraid of letting go. Yet she had to.
She stopped few feet behind Violet, hiding discretely behind her body, slowly massaging her crotch until she could no more, for her husband was too close and he'd notice.
“Cora, mama.” He looked at them, surprised “What are you doing here?”
“We were just talking.” Violet promptly answered.
“The Baroness told me you didn't feel well?” He looked preoccupied.
Cora thought it was really sweet of him to worry, as well very mean of her to alert her husband about something he shouldn't bother.
“Actually I did not feel quite well so Cora was about to accompany me outside.” Violet cut in, turning her head slightly and waiting for Cora to nod.
“If you're sure.” Robert frowned.
Cora felt his all attention on her. Of course, it was not normal for her to remain silent – that much silent, anyway – and her face, she imagined, surely didn't look reassuring.
“I'll join you.” Robert continued and Cora had to shift on the other foot, pressing quickly her thighs together to avoid a leaking.
“No.” Violet smiled forcefully “We'll be fine. We'll join everybody for the stroll, later as promised.” she nodded “Go now, they'll be asking where you are.”
Cora and Robert exchanged a weird glance. She was sure he was worried for her because it was more than rare that his mother asked for some time alone with her and maybe he was thinking that an epic scold was ahead for her but she had no other choice. He was being so nice and cute, but he had to go. He had to go now.
“Go on, Robert.” Cora smiled and she was surprised that her voice hadn't cracked from the effort of clenching her muscles without any extra help, from the fear of being caught by her husband “We'll join you soon.”
“All right then.” Robert finally gave up and with a gentle smile, he turned his back to them and walked away.
“That was close.” By that time Violet had commented the event and turned slightly to face her daughter-in-law again, she was helplessly leaning against the wall, this time facing it, her forehead pressed against the wallpaper, breathing had, both of her hand deeply shoved between her legs, massaging frantically to give herself some relief.
Violet look at her for a moment. Never in her life, she'd seen Cora in such a desperate state and she must've been really dying to relieve herself if she was allowing herself to grab her own crotch, moan and pant in front of her, the one who practically spent her whole day judging every small movement.
Cora must've been literally bursting. She considered, for a second, to tell her to turn over to open her dress and loosen her corset, but what if someone caught them? They couldn't risk that.
“Violet, I really- can't-” Cora panted hard, gasping and bucking her hips toward her gloved fingers, pushing her body's lower-half against the wall to enhance the pressure against her crotch. “I'm-”
“Don't.” Violet sternly whispered, really fearing she would leak through her dress, ruining everything “Quickly, follow me.”
“I don't know if I can walk.” she hissed, throwing a desperate, wet glance at the older woman. She couldn’t know if she could trust her muscles to walk.. god knows where.
“You must, child.” Violet sighed, this time looking worried and preoccupied.
“It's starting to hurt.” Cora whined, detaching from the wall, trying so hard to test if she could trust her own body to follow her mother-in-law without having to touch herself.
“Well, we have no choice.” Violet swallowed. She really felt bad for her now.. but what could she do, really? She didn't want to prove anyone that Cora wasn't able to control her body functions, which meant she couldn't ask for the bathroom and she couldn't wet herself either, naturally. “C'mon.” she urged and pulled her gently toward the end of the corridor, from her wrist, forcing her to lastly spare her clasping.
Cora wasn't expecting that. She felt a hot spurt dampening her underwear.
“I can't!” She whined, crossing her legs and doubling over. She feared she might have had a spot on her dress now. Everyone would've noticed.
“C'mon!” Violet replied; she was having none. She pulled her harder, and Cora had no choice but follow her.
Fortunately, the walking allowed her to change position often and she could press her thighs hard, so it made her felt a little more confident as they walked through the crowd, heading outside, toward the big garden.
As soon as the groups of people became more scarce, all too little to mind them as they strolled on their own, Cora grabbed herself again, closing her eyes shut as Violet pulled further and further from the manor.
“Stop grabbing yourself, suppose someone notices.” Violet scolded her with a low voice. Cora shook her head hard.
“I can't stop. I'll leak if I don't.” She cried in response.
Violet sighed. She stopped for an instant, to look around, then pulled her for other five or six steps, then stopped for good.
Cora dared to open her eyes and she found herself surrounded by colorful bushes at the feet of a large oak.
Suddenly, Violet's plan came far too real before her eyes and her cheeks turned bright red.
“If you have a better idea.” Violet pointed out, almost reading through her mind.
“I can't-” Cora sobbed, not sure herself if she was referring on peeing in the garden at the mercy of possibly everyone or on her impossibility of holding her flow for another minute. “I- I- Ok-” She finally gave up, then froze, wondering how and, most important, if Violet had to assist at her final humiliation. “You'll stay?”
“Of course I'll stay.” The older woman seemed impatient herself “You can't take off your clothes in the middle of a garden, suppose someone comes over. I need to check if your dress gets wet, you must just squat and lift your skirt- you can't to much more!”
Cora hit the trunk of the tree with her back, still grabbing herself with both hands, massaging with intention her aching area.
“I have to pee in front of you?” She screeched, terror in her eyes.
“I suggest you only leaking, or else it would be impossible not to wet your clothes. Also, you still need to prove me something.” Violet reminded her, but still, she looked conflicted.
“I do want to prove I'm a Lady worth of your son.” Cora reiterated, panting hard.
“Then took only the edge off and do mind your skirt.” The older woman said “Do it quickly, I'll give you a minute.”
Cora could cry that instant, but her urge was far greater than her shyness at the moment. She grouped her skirts up her hips, holding the bundle of fabric with her left arm and squatted down, all the while grabbing herself powerfully with her left hand, under the dress, but still over her undergarments.
She took her time to spread her trembling legs and removed her hand, clenching her muscles as thigh as she could as she moved away the fabric from her over-sensitive skin.
As soon as the cottony cloth caressed her throbbing folds, her body decided for her and let go of the flow.
She was peeing full-force and she was panting hard, fearing the countdown rolling on the Countess' head. She may not be able to stop herself and that would've been bad too. She closed her eyes anyhow, enjoying the blessing feeling of her bladder finally having its release.
“Watch it, you're wetting your-” Violet warned with a preoccupied voice, but it was her sudden interruption that scared Cora the most.
She worked her inner muscles to tighten and reduce the stream, and it was then that she realized it would've been almost impossible to stop peeing at all. Still, why did Violet stop talking?
“What's happening?”
“Stand up this instant. The Baron is coming over. He saw me.”
Fear took over her and a big splat of urine hit the ground. She tried to clench her muscles, but it didn't work.
“Violet!” She sobbed, desperately stuffing her gloved hands between her legs, her middle finger aiming directly on her spurting pee-hole. It hurt.
“Stand up, now!”
Before Cora could've regained total control, she felt Violet's grab upon her shoulder, lifting her up, forcing her to stand while leaning against the oak.
Cora let go of her dress, but her hand was still under the skirt, rubbing hard.
“Violet!” The Baron gleefully greeted and in the moment Cora heard his voice, she let go of herself, feeling hot streams leaking down her legs.
She clenched her muscles tight, as well as her fists, trying so hard to stop the flow. She couldn't and the Baron was feet away.
She grabbed herself one last time, spreading her legs and shoving as much fabric she could in the inner part of her legs, as further as she could, before pressing hard her legs together, bouncing in place as the need to finish her releasing swept painfully through her. Then smoothed the outside layer and concentrate on holding everything in place, knot of dampening cloth included. It worked.
“Hello.” Violet smiled gracefully, visibly relieved that her frantic work served a purpose, at least apparently. “We were admiring this beautiful garden.”
“Thank you, thank you.” The Baron laughed proudly “I saw you all alone, I didn't spot you Cora before, you were hiding behind the tree?” He chuckled and she stepped forward with a sweet smile, trying to shield the puddle around her feet from his eyes with her presence. “Anyway, I was wondering if you'll join us for the stroll, before the farewells.”
“In a couple of minutes, Baron.” Violet smiled “This tea party was a success, the perfect way to celebrate the beginning of the summer.”
At the word “tea” Cora's bladder gave another spasm, but luckily she was able to control herself. Her muscles were still tired and her body needed a release, but the brick in her stomach had alleviated considerably.
“Why, thank you.” The man nodded “See you there.” He hinted a bow and turned his back to them, leaving quite quickly.
“Let me look at you.” Violet immediately took both of her wrists with caution – careful not to touch her hands – spreading her arms to inspect the damages.
There was an irregular darker spot on her crotch, right where she held herself and her right glove was soaking wet. The baron hadn't notice because Cora strategically had joint her hands in front of her in the most natural way, for a proper Lady.
“I'm- I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.” Cora sobbed, lowering her eyes in shame.
“I know.” Violet conceded “Another close call.” She sighed then. “But you managed.”
“Thank you.” Cora whispered, fidgeting on the spot ever-so-slightly, conceding herself to let go of the bundle of clothes still resting against her womanhood. Her undergarments were damp and maybe even her petticoat was too, in some points.. her lady's maid would've asked questions, once back home. No, she needn't think of that now.
“Take your gloves off and-” The older woman brushed harshly her fingers against her daughter-in-law crotch, testing the dampness of the spot there.
“Please, don't- please.” Cora backed off immediately, holding her stomach with her left hand, rubbing down gently her lower abdomen, few inches above the spot. She was still rather full and the small spats hurt her aching bladder. She still needed to pee.
“Well, it'll dry soon. It's only slightly moist, luckily.” Violet considered. “Feel any better?”
“Yes.” Cora nodded shyly.
“You think you can honor the agreement now?” The older woman asked, raising suspiciously her eyebrow.
Cora didn't know. She needed to go, approximately her bladder had only emptied by three-quarters or maybe little more. And surviving dinner at the Abbey meant surviving also the carriage ride and a couple of hours dinner and the after dinner, which would be quite short, considering they'd been out the whole afternoon, hence someone would call an early night.
Four hours still. Four hours top before she could finally relieve herself. She could make it, she had to.
“Of course.” She said, over-confident. Truthfully, she didn't know. It would be a challenge for her.
“I must tell you that you're on the good path.” Violet smiled at her, this time, without irony. She walked away, preceding her toward the group gathering outside the front door of the manor for the stroll.
Cora felt pride spreading inside her chest. She finally had managed to do something right to that woman's eye. Now she was even more motivated in succeeding in their secret undertaking. She would've shown Violet that she was indeed a proper Lady, that that had been her first and last mistake.. and prove her also that her muscles, determination and will were much stronger than she thought.
She had to win the challenge. She had to hold her need inside until the end of the evening. It was also personal, now.
She wouldn't drink, she wouldn't grab her crotch when someone could see, she wouldn't give up until the end of the evening at home. After this experience, she could feel she could face any other problems she may encounter in the future. She'd been prepared. She'd know her limits.
Cora lightly pressed on the stomach, testing her resistance. She was aching, but if she didn't strain her abdomen, the bother was bearable; not in the least comparable to before her few seconds relieving.
She hurriedly took off her gloves, wring out the right one, and she shoved everything in her wrist purse in a messy ball; then she walked gracefully toward the growing group of people, her hands elegantly joint in front of her to hide the drying spot on her crotch, fading reminder of her almost fatal accident.
The stroll actually went quite well, her stomach didn't even felt that full though it was almost completely. Walking and talking and admiring the plants were good distractions, mostly because she knew that afterward she could go home and finally start her ultimate challenge.
She was almost feeling.. excited about that.
Proving she was a proper Lady not only to Violet, but to her unknowing husband and herself as well. Was it so wrong to actually enjoy her final test? Because it wasn't just about strong will but about physical strength, determination, good acting and the gift of disillusion. It was the essence of a proper wife, in that society. It was what she'd been waiting all her life. Her last test.
“How are you doing?” Violet discretely approached her and slipped her arm in hers.
“Quite well.” Cora replied. She wasn't lying and her smooth walk was a proof of that. Her bother was there, a tiny bell constantly ringing inside her brain, but she easily ignore it with a quick rub of her thighs at every stop they made to admire this or that flower.
“Good.” The older woman nodded “I'll see you in the carriage.”
Cora didn't answer, she just nodded before taking her place at her husband's side. He was a handsome man and her pride while strolling arm in arm with him was radiating around her, making her almost forget her impending need. Which had been good for a while, but after the farewells, it had revealed quite an unfortunate event: her lower abdomen had started to feel heavy again and her over-stretched bladder again ached with throbbing pain.
She left a relieved sigh when she sat in the carriage next to Robert. Sitting down almost erased her aching completely.
Dreadful thing was the irregular pulling of the two horses, trotting their way back to the Abbey. Cora felt each pebble they hit with the wheels, every speeding and every stop with utterly unpleasant waves into her bladder. The liquid moving inside of her was enough to make her almost sick.
Cora threw a quick glance over her mother-in-law, who was sitting across of her, alone, and then to Robert, next to her. He seemed asleep for his head hanged from his neck, slightly bouncing against the window.
Cora wondered if she could dare to.. no, she had to keep composure for Violet. Showing her she could manage at her best. Also, if she started to grab herself now, how did she expect to last other three hours and half?
She decided to go for a leg crossing, which under her dress, went almost unnoticed.
“Clever.” Violet made her almost startle. Cora didn't answer, only looked back at her with a puzzled look. “You can do whatever you need to do as long as no one notices your attempt to relieve the pressure. I know your needs, now, so I'll notice more, but during dinner, you must not let out a single hint. I'll judge you and tell tomorrow morning if you did well enough.”
“I will.” Cora assured, smiling. Violet smiled back before turning her head again to look outside.
Cora checked for a moment on Robert, ensuring he was indeed asleep and tried to do the same. She kept awakening from her troubled sleep from that sharp waves inside her bladder. Pressure was starting to build, now, she couldn't ignore the feeling anymore. Cora sighed, uncrossing and recrossing her legs to change position, trying to fool her body and it seemed to work for a while. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a light slumber, thinking constantly at home, imagining everything was already over, dreaming about relieving her bladder, finally, letting go what she was holding since morning.
When she blinked her eyes open, the carriage had stopped in front of the Abbey.
Robert thought he'd been to harsh on waking her wife from her dreams, but in reality the fullness of her body hit her like a smack in the face and she had to grip on the carriage door, as well as shifting on the edge of the seat and tightening her legs not to lose control of her body.
She walked in stiffly, bolting – even if discretely – up the stairs announcing she wanted to change immediately from those worn out clothes. As she climbed the stairs, she heard the butler giving the gong.
It was eight pm, one hour to go for dinner and three top before going to bed. She was already feeling desperate. She needed to find a solution.
Cora let herself fall on the bed, taking off her shoes with her feet so she could bend one leg under herself, the heel deep between her legs. She started to rock slowly on the spot, feeling her foot working just fine over her pounding womanhood.
She closed her eyes, searching blindly for the bell cord and pulling to call her maid.
She had a couple of minutes before her maid would show herself up, so she started to think of a plan.
“M'lady?”
Cora rose her head and shot herself up as well. The pressure was starting to bother her considerably now. She couldn't think of anything else but relieving herself and let go the content of her bladder. She couldn't, of course.
“Come on in.” She said kindly, smiling when she saw the young maid with her navy dress in her arm.
Cora diligently turned her back to her, patiently waiting for her to unbuckle her creme dress to put on the evening one. When the time came to wear it, she stopped the girl.
“M'lady?”
“I decided not to wear the corset tonight.” She declared “My back hurts from wearing it all day and I think we tighten it too much this morning.” She explained. She could see the lady's maid frown through the mirror, but she obeyed with no more questions.
Cora silently sang the hallelujah when finally her bladder had more space to expand itself. It almost made her feel good, not desperate for a pee at all. Almost.
Because now her body had to be wrapped again into a new frock and she unpleasantly felt every button being laced up, every pulling of the fabric, much more intense now that the poor maid had to close the back of her dress without a corset to clench her ribcage.
“All done, M'lady.” the girl announced, collecting her old dress in her hand.
“The gloves are in my purse. I spilled some champagne on the right one.” Cora smiled sweetly, pressing instinctively her thighs together when she mentioned the champagne.
“Perfect.”
“That would be all, thank you. I'll ring for you after dinner.”
“Very well, M'lady.” The girl bowed and slipped out of the room with the slightest noise.
Cora fell down on the chair of her vanity, sighing and smiling happily for having fooled the maid. She bet the girl didn't even notice her fidgeting between one dress and the other. She could make it. She could do everything and still remain unnoticed the entire time. She just needed to stay calm and be careful of everything.
Now she wasn't that desperate, still the need was there. And in a matter of minute, her acting would have started. She could grab herself under the table, avoid any beverage and most of all refusing the alcohol after dinner. She needed to plan all.
Maybe she could concede herself some help now, because who knows when she could actually do as she planned. Suppose a footman decided to stay right behind her the entire dinner, suppose something she couldn’t see now would happen.
She must've been impeccable.
Who knows when she would be able to have any external help for her tired muscles.
Cora sighed noisily, allowing herself a long grab of her crotch through her fresh navy dress, an aimed massage to her inner folds as she bucked her hips against her fingers, her back pressed on the chair as her muscles went stiff.
She moaned and then inhaled sharply. It worked, it helped. Quite a lot, too.
She breathed softly, removing her hand and smothering her skirt. She placed her hand over her abdomen, rubbing gently the length of the bump of her bladder, from her navel down to the crotch.
She felt wrong for actually.. enjoying it. She realized she finally had control over something in her life and all the while proving the world she was a proper Lady.
She smiled when Robert knocked on the door and she heavenly told him to come in. He hadn't noticed anything wrong with his wife, which made her both happy and sad. He may not loved her like she did, but she would prove his mother and herself, she was worth of him. |
A Proper Lady
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Characters: Cora, Robert, Violet
Setting: pre- serie (around 1890)WARNINGS for this chapter: desperation, wetting (bit explicit), mild sexual references.
Chapter 3: A Perfect Lady
The waiting for dinner wasn't bad at all. She managed to converse with her husband and mother-in-law as nothing was wrong and on more than one occasion she was sure she'd spotted some sort of admiration from the latter. Always in an utter discrete way.
Perhaps Violet thought she'd relieved herself before coming down? But no, they both knew she would have never done such thing, because she still had to prove something, she still had to honor a deal and she was not the cheating one. Violet could think a lot about her but she knew Cora was sincere with everything she did.
“Dinner's served, milady.” The butler announced and Violet exited first the sitting room toward the dining room.
Cora rose up from her seat, smiling sweetly as she followed her husband. The dull ache she felt in her crotch was rather because of her long, endured holding than the actual amount of liquid inside her bladder, now that she wasn't squeezed by the corset. Still, it wasn't easy. The small leaking she had in the garden a couple of hours before only reminded her body the bliss of aiming for a hollow bladder, which itself claimed the yearned the full release of its content. It was a mere mental state. She could do it, cause now it was like having an almost fresh start.. she just needed to fool her body, making it believe there was still room inside of her, that it could wait longer with no troubles at all. She could take over her body. She had to.
Cora frowned when a big bowl of consomme was placed in front of her. She could smell the delicious fragrance of it, a beef consomme, her favorite; it would have been odd for her to refute it or not finish it to the very end. She had to gulp it down.
As soon as she dipped her spoon in the golden liquid, her bladder complained. And she hadn't even started to eat yet.
She decided to go for a leg crossing under the table. It went unnoticed.
Spoon after spoon, she stuffed her stomach with that tasteful soup, trying to focus on the taste rather than on the hot liquid way down to her lower part of her body. In that moment she felt like her mouth was directly linked to her bladder even if it was not.
Dinner was quiet, they were all tired for the long day and she simply hated that sound of spoons hitting the china, as well she hated hearing every noise Violet and Robert made as they drink from their glasses of water. Of course, she didn't touch hers.
When she'd finished, Cora noticed she was slightly fidgeting on her chair. Settling back her napkin on her knees, she rubbed briefly her crotch. The kindest pressure there made her almost leak.
Cora swallowed, striving to keep her composure and a straight face. She wasn't expecting to fill so quickly. Perhaps she'd overestimated her body. Worst error she could've made, but what else she could do other than avoiding beverages?
“I was thinking about expanding the rose garden.” Violet's sharp voice cut the air and Cora was happy that someone had decided to break the silence, so she could have some distraction.
“The baron's one was lovely.” Cora agreed. She knew that her mother-in-law was envy. She couldn't bear the thought of having a smaller.. anything.
“Maybe we could find some new types of flowers.” Robert cut in, gesturing for the butler to refill his wine glass.
Cora watched in horror as the man poured the golden liquid in the crystal, slowly, creating that annoying sound of a small waterfall for an instant. To her, it seemed an eternity.
“We could ask the gardener to start some research. I can talk to him tomorrow morning.” Cora proposed, thinking hard at that moment when her bladder would be finally empty and her life would continue normally.. as a real, certified, Lady.
“Awesome idea. Cora would you like to taste this?” Robert was openly smiling at her, keeping the butler in waiting, with the wine decanter in hands.
Cora gasped a little, crossing a glance with Violet, who remained completely impassive.
“I think I drank too much champagne at the party.” The girl politely refused with a sweet smile and the butler bowed a little before stepping back to his place.
“Just a sip, darling. I really want you to taste it.” Robert took a sip himself “It's sweet, just how you like it.”
Cora swallowed and smile. There was no reason to deny once more: after all, what would have been a taste of wine for an unknowing person? What was just a sip of wine for her, after all that consomme?
“All right, then.” She conceded and the pleased look on her husband's face repaid her doubt. She moistened her lips with the cold wine, almost immediately enjoying its taste. She dared to take a sip and let the gulp slip down her throat. She smiled.
“You were right, I like it.” Cora nodded and for a moment she saw the approving look of Violet.
Cora had to clench hard her muscles for that sip had gone right in her bladder. It throbbed painfully for a moment, but luckily it settled down, only giving Cora an evident feeling of heaviness and fullness in her abdomen. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs.
She was just happy that Robert hadn't insisted more after her admittance and let her have just that scarce glass, which she had to drink all down anyway because it would have been weird otherwise.
The second curse was very light: chicken, salad and finally an ice-cream with apple slices. It all ended up quickly and, thanking heaven, Cora had to leave the dining room quite soon.
She, of course, hadn't the chance of testing her muscles and actual state until she rose up from her chair. She faked a little stumble on a chair's legs so she could grip onto something, rubbing, for a moment, her thighs together. She felt like bursting.
Yet she couldn’t even grab herself: she was surrounded by people.
The small walk she had to do from the dining room back to the sitting room was torture. She had to pretend everything was fine when, actually, nothing was.
Cora let herself almost fall into her favorite sofa, immediately crossing her ankle to increase the tightness of her hold.
They started to chat a little more about the party, about Robert's friends who believed that a war was ahead in the Southern region of Africa, discussing his possible role in the army.. all in a theoretical way, just in the mere excuse of a conversation.
She was listening closely, rocking ever-so-lightly on her spot to feel some sort of friction in her privates, when the corner of her eye caught the silver tray that had been lower down for her. The footman was offering her her usual cup of herbal tea.. how could she have forgotten about that?
“Thank you.” She politely accepted her infusion and the footman diligently stepped back.
Violet threw her an impressed look.
It was exactly the fuel that Cora needed to drink that last cup down, sipping elegantly like she would have done normally. She was even thankful that Violet proposed taking an early night as soon as everybody had finished her drink – it would have been unkind to do otherwise – not to prolong her daughter-in-law agony more than necessary.
When they prepared to leave and give their goodnight at the staff, Violet smiled at her and though it wasn't morning and the Countess hadn't yet given her the verdict, Cora had a great sensation about it.
She climbed up the stairs with Robert, him holding the candle for the both of them and with the excuse of lifting the hem of her skirt to avoid a trip on the stairs, she discretely rubbed the tips of her fingers on her crotch, daring to slip her forefinger within when the step allowed her to do so.
She felt the desperation building quickly, so quickly that she feared the heat she felt on her folds was actually a leaking she couldn't recognize.
Robert stopped in front of the Mercia room, Cora's bedroom, and bend down to kiss her cheek. Cora removed her hand unseen.
“I'll see you later.” He informed, smiling.
She smiled back, but she was happy that it was dark so her pallor hadn't been noticed. That last sentence meant tonight Robert expected from her to fulfill her wife's duty. After a long day out, after a whole day of strenuous holding, he expected from her to put other stress on her poor body.
But after all, it was what a proper Lady was suppose to endure; and having intercourse with Robert was, so far, her favorite activity. She needed to think of it as a sort of reward for her really hard challenge.
She waited for him to turn his back to her and then suddenly all the pressure hit her like a wave. Cora grabbed herself with both of her hands, harder than ever before, squeezing her fingers against her sex until it hurt.
The bathroom. Now she could finally go to the bathroom! After all those hours of holding, she could let go. She was so happy she almost cried.
She walked into her room with slow steps, each time bucking her hips and pushing further up her forefingers into her folds, as the layers of clothes allowed.
Cora was heading toward the bathroom and never in her life it had seemed so far from her. She couldn't run or else she was sure she'd leak on the carpet and she couldn't have that.
She had just crossed her vanity when she felt a hot spurt dampening her thigh.
Cora immediately grabbed the back of the chair, sitting down on it to regain control. She doubled over her fingers, commanding her own muscles to clench a little longer. She was shaking.
She panted hard as she tried to stand up, but in that exact moment, the door squeaked open and her maid came in with her nightgown. She hadn't turned her attention to her mistress right away, so Cora had time to remove her hand and take a decent position. Yet, she couldn't help but buckle into her seat.
Cora's heart dropped and she felt her eyes stinging with desperate tears. She couldn't go until she left the room, because she was still under judgment. Personal principles. And self-esteem, of course, she couldn't let her maid witness to her mistress wetting herself or absolutely bursting for a wee.
“Could we hurry up, please?” Cora demanded, her voice cracked a little and she cleared her throat “I'm really tired.” She explained.
“Of course m'lady.” The maid replied, bolting right away to her mistress to help her out of the frock.
Cora stood up on her quivering legs, waiting patiently as the girl unbuttoned the dress. Since she was giving her back to the maid, Cora grabbed herself to avoid any other leaking, checking on the mirror on her vanity if the maid could actually see her and what she was doing. Apparently not.
She sighed in relief when the dress fell off her shoulders and she just had to step out of it with a little movement, then the petticoat and chemise. She was finally free.
Lastly, she slipped her nightgown on and Cora was ready for bed.
She just stood there for a couple of seconds, gripping on the back of the chair to wait for her to go, so she could run to the bathroom. For some reason, she wasn't feeling comfortable with going when the maid was still in the room. Suppose her stream would last forever, suppose she would pee full-force, hence being loud, suppose she couldn't avoid moaning for the pleasure of a relive. No, she couldn't. She felt incredibly shy about that, no matter her despair.
She waited until the girl bent down to collect her clothes and she hurriedly walked to the bed, hiding under the cover so she could grab herself, hard.
Her eyes were studying the girl's movements, praying so hard for her to be quick and not noticing the small patches on the fabrics, result of her leaking. Luckily the maid had collected the ball of clothes without checking on them or else Cora would have died from embarrassment.
Cora was fidgeting uncontrollably under the sheets, her nightgown covering her modesty, her fingers rubbing down the length of her sex to give herself some sort of relief that never came.
They gave each other goodnight and then she was already savoring the moment she could slip out the bed and finally go to the bathroom, before Robert would come in and pretend to get down to business.
It was now or never. She waited for her to leave, but in the exact moment in which she slipped her leg out from the covers, touching the floor and, for an instant, spreading her legs, she felt a leaking. The realization hit her like a painful slap: she couldn't move without wetting the floor.
And then Robert came in.
She quickly returned under the covers, grouping her nightdress up so she could shove both her hands down between her legs. The direct contact helped much better. But she had no escape now.
Cora felt like crying.
“You're beautiful, my darling.” He greeted, nice and kind like always, as he removed his robe and slippers.
Cora smiled warmly at him but her face turned into a mask of horror when he walked closer and closer to the bed. She moved one hand from her crotch to her stomach, over her bladder as if she could give it some help to support.. of course, it didn't help and the temporally lighter hold of her sex made her spurt again. She returned quickly to her double-hold, biting hard on her lip to find a solution.
“Robert,” She swallowed and he took his time to sit next to him before looking at her. He frowned because she looked odd “I don't think I can-” she panted, shaking her head. She had no choice but tell him. She had no choice and she was dying.
“Cora, are you all-right?” He seemed preoccupied now. He cupped her face with his hand, looking directly into her eyes “What's wrong?”
“I- I can't-” She whined and when a sharp wave worked painfully on her throbbing bladder, she had no choice but to buckle her hips up, meeting her fingers strongly. She even had shut her eyes tight. I was too late. The liquids inside of her were fighting hard to escape from her body.
“Cora, you're-” He gasped when he saw her distress and with a swift moment he took off the covers from her body.
Cora was shivering madly, her legs rubbing furiously against each other and her hands deeply shoved between her legs, grabbing her crotch.
She blushed violently.
“I'm sorry- but I really need to-” She sobbed.
“Why didn't you go before?” Robert asked in dismay, kneeling beside her to think of a way to help his wife.
“There was my maid and- and it's not how a proper Lady behaves.” She panted hard and he watched, still, as she rubbed her skin to alleviate the pressure.
At first, those words didn't make sense. Then the party came to mind, the Baroness' words, finding his wife and mother plotting something mysterious in that cramped corridor, her fidgeting at dinner and her doubts about taking her favorite herbal tea before bed and the wine also.
“How long have you been holding?” He asked in concern, jumping off the bed to rush to her side.
“Since this morning.” Cora sighed loudly “But it became difficult only at the party and then- then I had to prove something to your mother-” She explained, breathing often between words.
“That is so silly of you!” He scolded, brushing his hair with his fingers.
“It's not. It's a test and- I won.” Cora replied, so sure of herself.
Robert swallowed hard. He may not comprehend completely the meaning of all this but he certainly did not like the consequence of it. She was in distress, clearly in pain also and she needed to relieve herself as soon as possible.
“I'll help you to the bathroom, c'mon.” He extended his arm, waiting for her to grab his hand. Cora shook her head furiously, her eyes still shut.
“I can't hold it in. I'll wet the carpet.” Cora yelled under her breath. A tear rolled down her cheek “I can't move.” She was clenching hard her inner muscles and she feared she could do that no more. Wetting the bed, wetting the carpet.. it was a humiliation she couldn't bear.
“I'll carry you.” Robert immediately proposed and shifted his arm under her knees.
She lifted few inches from the mattress when she cried out.
“I'm leaking!” She panted. Another hot spurt dripped down her fingers.
Robert put her back down.
“Hold it in. I've got an idea.” Robert finally announced and Cora nodded immediately, tough she didn’t know if she could make it.
“Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..” She chanted.
Robert returned to her with the empty copper bucket the maid used to fill the bathtub. He put it down next to the bed and looked up at her.
“Go.” He simply stated.
“I- I can't move-” She sobbed, swallowing hard as she attempted to sit up and shift to the edge of the bed to finally let go. Another couple of tears dampened her cheeks. The effort was too great. “I can't do it-” She cried softly, begging with her eyes for some help.
“Here.” He immediately offered, jumping on the bed by her side and pulling her to his chest so she could lean her back on him and have the support she needed.
He held her firmly but gently not to strain her body shifting with her toward the edge or the bed and put his legs down. Now Cora too was sitting on the border of the mattress, the buckle of salvation under her, but her legs were intertwined on themselves, her hands still massaging her inner folds, her forefinger pressing down her leaking hole because it was the only thing actually holding back the flow, by now.
Robert was holding her from behind, peeking from her shoulder to wait for the moment of her releasing. He lifted her nightgown up into a messy bundle around her waist to leave her more freedom. Cora however only fidgeted and moaned, without moving and her skin started to feel sweaty trough the thin fabric of her nightgown.
“I can't-” Cora cried again, hissing loudly.
“Yes, you can.” Robert replied, talking calmly next to her ear. He placed his hands over hers and he gently caressed the back of her hand. “We'll do it together, now trust me and relax.”
“I can't when you're watching.” Cora desperately whispered through her clenched teeth.
“Of course you can.” Robert insisted. She was rocking so hard that without his support she would roll on her back again and then she would have been helpless. Then, why wait more? “Spread you legs now. C'mon.”
“No, I-”
“Spread your legs.”
Robert felt the violent quiver of her muscles. Then he heard her breathing slower and finally lighten the pressure between her thighs. She indeed spread her legs completely and he profited in orde to make them both shift further on the edge.
The buckle was now directly under her womanhood. She just needed to let go.
Her hands, however, still clenched her sex, rubbing, massaging, capping on her hole.
“I can't-” She sobbed, shaking softly her head.
“Remove your hands, Cora.” He kissed gently her cheek, trying to encourage her.
“No.”
“C'mon, you'll get sick.” He replied quietly, grabbing one of her hand and lifting it up from her crotch. “You'll half-way through, darling, c'mon. You can let go now.” He begged.
Cora inhaled sharply, the removed her other hand. She felt the uncontrollable need of hold on to something and she dug her nails into both of his upper arms.
Robert silently protested, but he was happy that she wasn't grabbing herself anymore.
Immediately a spurt escaped from her and it hit the bottom of the buckle with a loud rattle sound.
“I can't- I can't-” She buckled her hips up and down, shaking furiously her head, the nape of her neck hitting his shoulder. She had no control over her body, it was like experiencing brutal convulsions.
“Relax, you just have to let go.” He said “Cora, just let go, darling.”
Still, she shook her head “no”.
Robert was fearing for her health now. She could feel embarrassed because her husband would have witnessed her taking a wee, still, the situation was beyond help. He needed to do something.
“I can't-” Cora panted.
“D'you trust me, darling?” Robert asked. Cora didn't move and he feared another no from her “You need to let go.” He said again. Finally, Cora nodded her consent.
“I trust you, but I really can't Robert.” She shut her eyes tight again, her cheeks on fire. Her hips were bucking mercilessly, her inner muscles clenching painfully to hold in the flow. She'd been holding for so long that she had trouble on letting go, now, plus Robert was there and he would have witnessed. Her body just refused to cooperate.
“Relax.” He said again and slipped a hand under her arm, rubbing gently over her hip. Then he moved, feeling shivers running on her skin and then goosebumps. He kissed gently her neck, trying so hard to make her relax and he trailed down her stomach, brushed over her navel and finally over the swell of her bladder.
It really was huge. He'd never touched her skin there to find it so tensed; he could almost feel the liquid flutter underneath his pads.
“It hurts.” She cried helplessly and her nails dug deeper into his skin. Cora turned her head to him, panting hot breaths on his neck.
“I know, darling, just-” He took a breath himself. It wasn't difficult to believe it hurt her. She'd been holding her pee inside forever. “I'm sorry.” He whispered and at her next moan he pressed down onto her bladder, gently, but enough to make her loose control. A strong gush of golden liquid hit the bottom of the bucket, but as soon as she realized what her body was doing, Cora unwillingly shut her legs closed, crossing her knees and ankles.
“No, no. I can't like this- I can't-” She shook her head madly. Pee dripping down her legs. “The carpet-” She sobbed. Few drops hit dully the carpet beneath them, then the small stream stopped again. Her thighs felt damp.
“Cora you must let go, now.” Robert repeated, a little more authoritatively “Trust me.”
Cora swallowed hard, moaning in pain as she spread her legs again, and other few drops and more consistent leaking fell into the bucket.
“It hurts like this.” Cora was sobbing.
Robert knew it was the best she could do, for now. Her muscles had clenched so hard for so long that just couldn't let go immediately. Yet she needed to release the content of her bladder right away, as soon as possible because she was hurting. He hated to see her hurting.
“Relax.” He stated again and though shaking, Cora obeyed, her body still leaking slower than he should have. It was torture too even if she was indeed relieving herself.
“Robert-” She gasped in surprise when she felt his hand shifting down, from the swell of her abdomen to her crotch, joined soon by his other hand. He placed his palm on her thighs, rubbing gently onto her quivering skin as he pushed her legs wider. Then his fingers trailed down her folds. She blushed violently knowing he'd touched her wetness. The embarrassment made her stop leaking again.
She instinctively pressed her womanhood against his palm and he offered a quick caress to her aching muscles. She moaned at the ease.
“There, now let go. Don't worry, Cora.” Robert encouraged “Let go.”
Cora did what she was told and when she moaned again, this time for the pain of the thin stream escaping her body, he placed both his forefingers near the leaking, one for each side, and spread her gently. As soon as her hole was free from the clench of her own muscles, a forceful stream burst out of her, hitting the bucket with a loud splattering. She arched her back, closing her eyes in bliss as her bladder emptied in the bucket at her feet.
She went on peeing for ages, filling it almost completely. She moaned again, panting through her smile. It had been embarrassing, wrong and.. messy, but she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the fidgeting, the holding, the endless waiting, she enjoyed having being caught by her husband too, in a sense, and she just had loved the erotic turned it had taken.
The last dribbles splashed down as she pushed forcefully everything out.
Cora relaxed her back against his chest, fearing what his husband would have thought of her if he knew her pleasure right now, for something so.. unladylike.
She suddenly felt the urge to touch herself, if only to alleviate the dull ache she still felt, yet she gasped when she realized that Robert's hand was already there.
“Robert?”
“So beautiful, Cora.” He whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse.
Cora smiled in surprise, her heart hammering inside her chest as she dug her hand into his hair, pulling gently his locks. It was then that she noticed his hardness pressing more and more on her lower back.
Then he'd enjoyed it too? She wasn't the only weird one, then?
Before she could answer, Cora felt his fingers massaging with purpose her folds, kneading her wetness over her skin. Then he edged one finger inside.
Maybe they could be weird together.
She moaned again, the turned her head to kiss him passionately.
“You liked what you saw?” It wasn't really a question though, it was a statement.
“So beautiful, Cora.” He repeated in bliss, sliding his whole finger inside. “You're all right?” He asked, still a little concerned about her pain.
“Wonderful.” Cora closed her eyes feeling his hand work with aim. She was sore, but not enough to refuse his offer. “I could do it again for you.” She whispered sensually.
Robert froze on the spot for a moment.
Cora felt his hardness growing more against her back. She smiled.
“Perfect.” He kissed her neck feverishly. “You're such a perfect Lady.”
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A Proper Lady
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Characters: Cora, Robert
Setting: pre-serie (around 1890)
Warning for this chapter: none (desperation)
Chapter 4: The Gardens #1
In the two following weeks, life had been a bliss. Since they’d discovered they finally had something in common, something arousing to do as a couple, their marriage had taken the wanted curve.
First, it was a very private thing, because who knew what another person would think of that and second, they'd discussed for hours about the amusing shade it could take if they used it as a game before sex, which lead to the most important matter of all: they were married now and they must produce a child.
Before the tea party, they had a mere – sporadic – intercourse. Now things were much better. They almost meet every night and have multiple rounds.
They finally enjoyed it, truly, both of them.
Since Cora had strained her body with that endless hold, they had just talked about it, but even that was enough to make them both turned on.
That particular night, they had been fantasized upon the next time they'd tried for a desperation session hold, because it would have been something planned, something they could both share and enjoy firsthand. They had sex, of course, and they'd been so tired that Robert stayed in her bed for the night. Scandalous, but exciting.
Cora smiled in her sleep when she felt her husband's hand slipping to her front, kneading her breast under her nightgown with a ghostly touch. It was the best way to wake up from that deep slumber after a whole night of lovemaking.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispered, nibbling her ear playfully.
“Good morning.” She sighed blissfully, turning into his hold to face him. His hands joined behind her, on the small of her back, their noses touched.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
“Great.” Cora promptly answered; when she heard him inhale sharply and a quiver coming from his lower abdomen, she smiled upon his lips. Maybe he wanted to have a morning round to start the day? “Why?”
“I was thinking, maybe-” Robert talked slow, stopping once to kiss her lips “We could try our game today.” Cora's eyes widened in surprise. A good surprise indeed. She wasn't expecting that.
“Really?” She teased, biting her lips. Cora could already feel heat pooling between her legs, for her bladder was full, having held all night long while she slept. It was only just a reminder of how she would have felt in few hours if they indeed started their game and it was exciting.
“If you're ready of course.” Robert said. They decided to took time after the tea party, to let her recover from that experience. They also agreed on never get past the limit, hence never ever experience pain during their game.
“I think I am.” Cora nodded with a smile. “I want to hold for you.” She whispered sensually, kissing him passionately afterward.
He broke the kiss only when he had no more air in his lungs. His manhood was already throbbing in his pants: listening to those words made his head spin, drunken of love and impatient to see her shaking and grabbing herself and moaning just for him. So beautiful, his goddess. A dream.
“Would you like to set the rules?” Robert asked, trailing down her body with his fingers. He brushed her stomach and passed her navel, stroking over the small bulge that was her bladder. She was a fragile woman, Cora, hence the smallest fullness – of her bladder or stomach after a meal – worked wonders on her figure when she wasn't wearing dresses or corsets and he loved the view so.
“No.” Cora calmly shook her head “That is, if you have something interesting in mind.” She smirked “I can tell you by your eyes you have. Tell me.” She urged, bending her knees up to fight off the spasm of her bladder; she usually emptied it every morning as soon as she woke up, so staying in bed, talking of desperation and holding made her little fidgety.
“Maybe.” Robert shrugged his shoulders “I need to know something, before.”
“Oh? What is it?” Cora looked up at him curiously, then rubbed her thighs together for a moment.
“I keep thinking about something.” He began, his forefinger painting a semicircle underneath her navel, tickling her slightly tensed skin. “About a month ago, during our usual evening stroll.”
“Yes?” She urged. A month ago, how she was supposed to remember something so random, so long into the past? And he seemed so thrilled about the memory. She couldn't think of one exciting thing happened during one of their pre-dinner strolls, unless..
“You were dying for the loo, weren't you?” Robert smirked a little, sighing as a smile formed on his lips “I've always hoped it was that but I wasn't sure.”
“That day we came back from London?” Cora narrowed her eyes “That time the train stopped in the middle of nowhere and the ride lasted for five hours and a half and the ladies toilet was out of service and then your mother wanted to go straight home and then you suggested to have a stroll to stretch our legs totally forgetting I was holding since noon and forced me to bolt up the stairs as the gong rang to avoid an accident? No, I do not remember.” She was smiling now, quite diverted, yet her cheeks dyed with the most lovely shade of red.
“My poor love.” Robert cooed, bending over her to place a kiss on her lips. “I loved watching you squirm and fidget and cross your legs whenever possible and then, that run. I let my mind fly, thinking you were desperate, but I couldn’t totally convince myself I was right.”
“You were.” Cora nodded “You've been fantasizing quite a lot these past few months.”
“Yeah.” It was Robert's turn to blush. “But I wasn't comfortable with telling you. I couldn't possibly know you enjoyed this as much as I do.”
“Quite right.” Cora agreed, nodding gently. “Anyway, what's the point in bringing this out now?”
There was a long pause, where Robert just stared at her as she tried so hard to find the solution to that mystery. Then he spoke.
“I'd give anything to have another stroll like that. Knowing you're actually holding.. for me.” He said with a whisper that caressed her ear.
“We can do that.” She was smiling mildly now, nodding ever-so-slightly.
“This evening?” Robert asked, hopeful, his eyes shimmering in anticipation.
Cora pouted. The idea was thrilling, also she would have the entire day to fill her bladder and update her husband about her needs building up, yet, she didn't want to wait that much: the evening stroll, the one they used to take before dinner, meant at least ten hours before the fun, and to make sure to arrive properly there she would have to relieve herself sometime during the day, maybe start to really hold by noon. It was a nice thought, but she wanted to do something sooner.
“What about a mid-morning stroll?” She proposed, looking up at him. He almost got lost in those big, blue, pleading eyes. Not that there was something to plead for, of course. “I don't want to wait.” She extended her leg completely – clenching tighter her lower muscles – and arched slightly her back. Her bulge jutted out much clearer.
“You're sure?” Robert asked, joining her hand and brushing his fingers over her tensed skin. “You must drink a lot to get at least a little desperate for noon.” He clicked his tongue. Not that he didn't like the thought, but drinking glass of water after glass of water could be nauseating.
Cora just shook her head no. She went to cradle her lower belly with her hand, pushing gently to test her own fullness. When she felt a distinct burning sensation down to her hole, she removed any sort of pressure whatsoever. She decided she was quite full, but not bursting yet.
“I don't want to waste this either.” She declared allusively. “I want to skip my morning release.”
Robert looked back at her befuddled, his lips parted in surprise.
“You've held it in all night and I saw you drink the whole pitcher of water by yourself, last night.” He reminded, concern written all over his face.
“I'm fine.” Cora assured lying a little, but indeed glanced over the pitcher on the table: empty. It must've been a liter or so. “Now off you go.” She smiled, gesturing his dressing room with her chin. “I'll call my maid right away, you call your valet and we'll get this day started. I can't wait to meet you outside.”
“Twelve o'clock at the Temple of Diana?” Robert suggested; she nodded enthusiastically, chewing her lip.
“I'll see you there.” She assured, sitting on the mattress as she watched him leave. She allowed a loose rub of her joints, where her muscles were already aching a little for their overnight holding but removed her hand straight away, thinking that if she was already in troubles now, she would have been a mess way before noon, which meant three hours at least and she still had to eat her breakfast and then survive the morning and a stroll by herself until the temple; she needed to be desperate to pleasure her husband but in control of her own body enough to endure all the activities that preceded their encounter. She needed to plan everything and she needed to trust – and know – her body completely.
Three hours, she could do it.
An hour later, Cora was about to sit at her desk, in the drawing room, to write some letters and catch up with the correspondence.
And she was dying to do so, sitting, because her bladder felt heavy.
She wasn't in pain, though, except for those times when she had to fight the waves and the muscles of her womanhood stretched and contracted on their own, willing to release the flood she was so stubbornly holding in.
Cora placed her hand over her stomach, rubbing it gently through the corset, sadly noticing it wasn't helping a bit: the whale's bones arched her back, the strings squeezed her hips and her bladder was trapped into a grip where it could not expand. She sighed and decided to focus on her work.
By the fourth of fifth letter, her writing had become quite impatient and uneven. Cora frowned, as she took a look at her job: her first letter was the portrait of elegance and graciousness, her latter was almost the scribbles of a child and her desire to get the thing done was blatant. For what purpose then? Like she could get up as soon as she'd finished and go to the toilet? It was not going to happen.
She threw away the letter and started again.
When her list was clear, Cora let out a relieved sigh. She allowed herself to rest her back on the chair and it was then that she noticed her hand dipped between her thighs, her skirt wrinkled there, the fabric tracing distinctively the outline of her legs.
She hurriedly removed her hand and her bladder gave a spasm for the abrupt movement. Cora gasped, rushing to cross her knees and squeeze her privates in the most efficient way without the help of her hands.
She glanced at the clock, which sadly only read few minutes past eleven, which meant it was early, way too early to go outside to meet with Robert – he would stay in his office working at least for another hour – and also way too early to feel desperate.
Cora sighed, a little frustrated, and started to pace around the room, often throwing glances outside to distract herself with thoughts about the lovely weather and the green grass, about the colors and scents she'd be watch and smell by noon, with Robert, while enjoying the stroll and her holding.
She crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing her thighs without even thinking about, turning when she heard the door squeaked open and the towering figure of the butler making its entrance, a silver tray in hand and a stoic expression spread on his face.
“Your toner, my Lady.” He announced a carried the glass over to her.
“Thank you.” Cora smiled.
She'd totally forgot about her tonic, that strange medicine Violet wanted her to gulp down because she was too weak. Of course, she didn't feel weak, she'd been a fragile type her whole life, but she didn't wish to start another conflict with her mother-in-law, and what was a small tonic every day to please her will? Her slender fingers wrapped the cold glass and within a few seconds, she'd drunken that bitter liquid, looking back at the butler with a disgusted face she couldn't manage to change.
“Would you like me to bring you some water?” The butler proposed, a sympathetic and sorrowful wince on his face.
“No, thank you.” She swallowed with some difficulties “I'm fine.” she lied, then. Of course she wanted some water, but how could she manage to drink it when she was supposed to hold until mid-day? Any extra beverages needed to be avoided at all costs. Not to mention that she had her tea with her breakfast and also that that ghastly medicine also worked on her bladder, usually, an unfortunate detail she was trying to hide in some corner of her brain, for now.
“If you're finished with your morning duties, my Lady, I could call the stable-boy to saddle your horse.” The butler proposed again. “The weather is wonderful today.”
“I'd love to, but I'm supposed to meet Lord Grantham outside at noon.” She explained with a sweet smile “Perhaps tomorrow. Will you please warn my maid? I shall need my parasol by then. She can leave it on the table in the hall.” He nodded, and she thanked the butler with another gracious nod when he bowed and let himself out.
There was not a chance on earth she would be able to ride with her full bladder without making a mess and for as much as she'd liked to greet her husband from the back of her horse, showing off her skills and dare – not to mention that he said more than once that he loved how her riding outfit looked on her body -, she knew she couldn't do it.
The butler, however, gave her some few ideas for the future. She'd talk about those with Robert that same night.
Cora grinned her thoughts away as she renewed her slow walk around the room.
Cora opted to read for a while, one of her favorite novels, because sewing was out of question: she needed concentration to embroider, something she didn't have by now. She needed to be precise ad fully concentrated to follow the patterns of the roses and leaves and birds she was creating, right now she couldn't even sit still.
She had her legs crossed – which was already something unladylike – and the book was resting upon her knee. It was shaking madly with her thigh, making her effort to read quite challenging; the words didn't trap her between the pages anymore, she was not in Mr. Bennet's house, she was not dancing with him, nor with Elizabeth. She was just fidgeting on the couch of her own house, while her eyes kept moving on the black letters without catching one single meaning, her mind continuously thinking about her throbbing bladder and the massive amount of liquid that threatened to gush out her thighs any minute if she'd just let go.
She sighed frustrated, giving up on reading for she'd turned several pages without understanding the most part of the novel. There was no point on moving the bookmark either. Cora threw the book on the couch, hiding her face behind her palms, conceding herself to squirm a little more obviously on the edge of it, so there was a little friction between the seat ant the fabric of her dress.
Maybe skipping her morning pee hadn't been a good idea, because probably she would have been desperate anyway with her tea and tonic, yet what's done it's done and she had to live with it for the next.. hour or so.
She glanced up the clock, which read it was half past eleven. Maybe she could just start to approach the temple since it was pretty far into the woods of the manor and she thought better walk slowly not to strain her bladder more than necessary.
Cora sighed again, standing up with all the carefulness in the world. Her bladder was so full now. She clenched her muscles, one of her hand balling at her side, then the fingers aimed for the smallest squeeze of her crotch before she started to walk her way out of the room and house. She'd adjusted the strings of her undergarment, or so she though she had, at least loosening the constriction a bit, of course it was just an impression.
She grabbed the parasol with one hand as she smiled warmly to the first footman guarding the open front door. She felt sorry for him, because he had to stay there in the wind – chilly despite the season – but her attentions quickly returned to herself, for a cold breath of wind wrapped her completely, sending needles to her lower abdomen. She struggled a few instant with her umbrella, then she opened it, following the path that would take her to the Temple of Diana, where her husband would've waited for her. Cora was impatient to tell him everything and make a little show for him, a forced show and yet pleasurable show for the both of them as she tried to cope with her over-full bladder and strained body.
Ten minutes had passed and still no sign of the Temple whatsoever. She even doubted her brain because she couldn't focus on anything else than her willing to let everything burst out of her there and then; maybe she'd took the wrong path.
Fear took over her for an instant and she stopped moving. Her thighs weren't rubbing against each other anymore, her lower body wasn't focused on walking anymore.
A wave of desperation swept through her and she had no choice but to grab herself with her free hand, forcing her breathing to go slower as she gained the control back. A part of her was searching for a gardener or a woods guard to ask if she was on the right route, yet the other part of her was just happy she was alone, so she could grip tightly her womanhood and positively postpone an accident.
Cora looked around confused, beginning to just hate the constriction of her clothes and the heaviness of her bladder which put her muscles to work, she was hating the odd mix of cold air that cloaked her ever so often and the opposite warm feeling that came from within her, making her blush and sweaty.
She massaged her crotch for a moment before resuming her wandering around, the uneven steps she had to take on the pebbles, made the liquid inside her boil against the wall of her bladder.
She chose the worst day in the world to get lost.
Cora spun around, trying to locate the Abbey and everything else she could remember: from her room, she could see Jackdaw's Castle, another temple, which meant that Diana's wasn't in that direction. She sighed and opted to take a nearby path, which went deeper into the woods.
She'd taken the longest way, but she indeed saw the white dome peeking from the top of some oaks.
That was fifteen minutes later… and she was now officially bursting.
How on earth would she get there, enjoy a stroll with her husband and walk back to the Abbey to visit the toilet before lunch, it was a mystery she wasn't willing to think about for the moment.
Cora decided it was fine to hold at her crotch until she reached the location of the meeting, that was, if Robert wasn't there yet. He was.
She gasped silently, peeling her hand away from herself and tensing the muscles within her to better control her spasms. She gripped to her umbrella with both of her hands, nervously.
Yet she wasn't showing any sign of apparent distress, for her bright smile enlightened her whole face as soon as her eyes met her husband's.
Robert was leaning against one of the several pillars, the sole of one foot resting on it, his eyes lost somewhere in the woods before him. He turned to her almost immediately, like someone had called him, and struggled for a second to gain the perfect posture of a gentleman.
Cora, likewise, thought she better fake some sort of comfort, to make things a little bit pleasing. She would tell him how she felt, showing a straight face for the whole time. That was her goal.
“Good morning.” He greeted with a sly smirk, offering his hand with his palm facing the sky.
“Good morning.” She answered gracefully, mirroring his expression as she placed her smaller hand in his.
“How do you feel?” Robert asked. It was a normal question, yet they both knew there was so much more behind it.
“How much would you like to stroll?” Cora replied with a coy smile, without answering his question.
“Why?” He grinned.
“No reason.” Cora shrugged, her black eyelashes fluttering in the air.
“How do you feel, darling?” Robert asked again, a little more impatiently this time.
“Bursting.” She simply answered, like she said nothing particularly out of the ordinary. “Absolutely bursting.”
“That bad already?” Robert inquired, his eyes full of wonder.
“Yes. I had tea this morning and that tonic your mother forces me to take.” She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for a longer blink as a wave of desperation took over her bladder for a while.
“Tell me more, darling.” Robert put his hand over hers as she gripped her fingers around his elbow, tugging to the fabric for dear life. At his gentle touch, her clasp relaxed a bit.
“I haven't released myself in over-” She stopped to do a little math, her mind distracting from her holding for few seconds “Twelve hours.” She sighed, doubling slightly over as she pressed her thighs together. “I've skipped my morning loo… something I regret dearly.” She hinted a suffered chuckle.
“And you had your tea?” Robert tilted his head down to her, studying her face as she told him everything about her holding through the morning.
“Yes.” She nodded. “I finished my cup.” A small breath “It was like each sip went directly through my bladder. I felt every drop. I-” Cora stopped, looking up at him for the quickest instant. Then her cheeks turned red.
“You what..?” He asked curiously and, undoubtedly, a little aroused.
“I may-” Cora looked up at him again, smiling “have held myself as I drank, under the covers.”
“I'd love to see you doing it, someday.” He replied in awe as the image of her wife sipping her tea crossed his mind. Maybe she had had her eyes shut tight as she forced to gulp, and oh, he needed to stop thinking about the outline of her hand, below the thin cover, as she gripped her womanhood, even massaging her skin, or plugging her throbbing hole with her finger as she rode the waves of desperation off. Beautiful.
“Why not.” She nodded, but her voice cracked a little. Keeping a straight face was way more challenging than she thought: she wanted to grab herself again, now, stronger than ever before, she wanted to sit down and rub directly her skin, she wanted to spread her legs and let go and moan as the flood poured out of her with a long and loud hiss.
“You're all right?” Robert inquired, a little worried as he stared at her, whose lips were parted into a silent scream.
“I- I-” She stuttered, fidgeting on the spot. She started to squirm immediately, without being able to do anything much about it. Her aim to keep her straight face was shattered in the instant she felt her muscles giving up – no warning whatsoever – her pee hole burning hot and a gush of warm liquid dampening her underwear.
Cora had no choice but to grasp herself tightly. Her parasol flew off for few feet before hitting the ground.
It had only been a spurt, so she regained control right back. But it had been easy only because she used her hand to help her muscles to clench shut again.
“You're hurting, darling?” Robert put his hand over her shoulder, smiling sympathetically now. Of course he was aroused, but there were priorities and they'd agree on never feeling pain, but endure their game as long as it would have been fun and pleasing for both of them.
“Yes.” She said, but she was smiling. “In a good way. I feel so full.” She grinned. “I need to sit down, can we do that?”
“Of course we can.” He nodded, a sparkle of pride burning inside of him. She was so desperate and yet so determined, so beautiful. “We can go home any minute, you know. You just have to tell me.”
Cora shook her head no.
She knew her limits, or better, she thought she did.
She was wrong.
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A Proper Lady
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Characters: Cora, Robert
Setting: pre-serie (around 1890)
Warning for this chapter: desperation, wetting.
Chapter 4: The Gardens #2
Robert helped his wife sitting down on the nearest bench, which had been almost ten minutes away from the Temple of Diana. It was one of the forgotten bench of the manor, old, rusty and hidden behind a big tree and surrounded by untrimmed bushes of berries.
Cora lowered herself down with all the precaution needed, only to let herself fall down on the seat when her doubling over to sit put extra pressure on her abdomen. She immediately rested her back on the wood behind her, sighing in relief when she extended her legs, to reduce considerably the pressure on her bladder. Her ankles were crossed and they popped out the skirt of her dress.
“You look lovely, you know that?” Robert smiled, his glance traveling on her body, from the fidget of her ankles, up to her bouncing knees and quivering thighs, her slender fingers cradling her stomach – where the skirt and the top of the dress met – often tugging at the fabric, her chest unmoving beneath the corset and yet where the dress ended, just above the top swell of her breasts, rising and falling like mad as her breathing became more and more irregular; then there were tiny drops of sweat adorning her collarbone as if they were a necklace and her face, her beautiful face, the pure image of desperation: her lips were pursed, yet frequently she opened them abruptly into a mute cry, her eyes shut tight, her eyebrow and forehead constantly wrinkling and moving. She was a piece of work, his piece of work.
“I don't feel lovely.” She gasped through her hinted smile. “My stomach's so full. I'm bursting.” She let out the smallest breath as her whole body spasmed forward.
Cora had already said that, but this time, that word came out from her clenching teeth. It meant she had to go pretty bad now. He should've felt sorry for her, nevertheless, Robert's heart was hammering inside his chest. He was enjoying it and so was she – Cora was enduring by her own will, so he felt the only need of savoring the situation. It was the ultimate perfection.
“Can I feel it?” He asked, outstretching his palm over her stomach. His fingers were still in the air, few inches away from actually touching her and he was watching her, asking for the permission.
Cora's blue eyes blinked oped. She was almost tearing, which made her even more beautiful.
“Yes.” She nodded, even if her confident had dropped almost completely. “But don't press down.” She warned. He nodded, silently swearing to keep his world.
Cora trusted him completely, what she didn't trust was her body and muscles. She may completely lose control any moment.
She tried to still her movement and, slowly, she moved her hands away from her bulge to make room for him. Her fingers were now gripping the fabric on her hips, her legs bouncing rhythmically up and down, her hole already burning with anticipation, for she knew that even the slightest touch – from someone that wasn't herself – would've put her muscles to yet another, extra test.
The tip of his fingers brushed against the front of her dress, the light pink fabric rustling softly under his touch as he trailed further down, where her fingers had been moments earlier.
Cora squirmed once, tensing her whole body and then another time, before she managed to still enough for him to feel her bladder. Even if she was wearing layers of clothing, there was hardness where the corset was and it continued where it ended. With surprise his pads brushed crossed the transition from it to where her bladder was without even notice: she was rock hard. No doubt she was bursting.
“Darling..” He whispered in awe, attempting a little caress, following the length of the prodding bulge down to her crotch.
It was enough to make her wobble firmer, her hand finally giving up with their useless tugging to join on her crotch, massaging roughly.
“Oh..” She hissed, inhaling some cool air between her clenching teeth.
“I'm sorry, darling.” He whispered in her ear. He wanted to brush everything away but he realized it wasn't the best thing to do, naturally.
“Do it.” She panted then. “You want to feel properly, do it, darling.” She said mischievously. “Just let me get ready.” Cora chewed down on her lip, her eyes dropping to her own crotch. She took a small breath before spreading her legs, shoving both of her hands to her joint – fingers deep buried between the layers of the skirt, tracing the outline of her thighs – and then she slammed her legs close again, her knees hitting with a dull thump. “Do it.” She repeated with a sweet smile and a nod of encouragement.
He, of course, needn’t to be told twice.
Robert restored his original position, first touching the firm bulge with the tip of his fingers. Two pairs of eyes were locked to the movement of his hand when he stretched his fingers, placing his whole palm flat on her stomach.
Cora flinched forward a bit, but breathed out and rode off the wave of pure desperation as he rubbed with a ghostly touch on her belly.
The firmer his stroke became, the deeper her fingers reached to her inner folds, until the layers of clothes became too much to handle and the only thing preventing her from leaking would have been a direct grasp of her fingers and womanhood.
“Enough, enough darling.” She pleaded, and another little spurt made its way on her garments. Her hold worked on it just fine to prevent resulting into a full accident.
Robert, of course, had stopped and peeled away his hand as soon as she spoke, but it took more, for her, to realize that the pressure from him was gone.
“Want to head home?” Robert proposed with a smile, kissing her temple. He knew she was at the limit and that their game had endured far enough; now it was time to get her to the loo, release her bladder and let her wear some fresh undergarments before a much deserved, quiet lunch.
Cora, yet again, shook her head no.
“I can't.” She declared, shaking. “I'm far too gone.”
“Darling?” He asked, this time the worry in his voice was clear. “I'll get you home in fifteen minutes top. You mean you can make it?”
“I may.” Cora hinted a chuckle, looking sheepishly up at him “But I can't walk into the front door while grabbing myself now, can I?” She leaned forward again as a wave swept through her, stronger than ever before. Her pee-hole was on fire. “And I can't let go either or else I'd be leaving a trail or darker patches on the carpet as I walk, everyone will know what's happening.”
“You want to go here?” Robert asked, one of his eyebrow lifted. He was both surprised and utterly aroused by the implication: she would have been naked – or better she would have flash him – in the middle of the gardens.
“Got a better idea, darling?” She asked rhetorically, all the while rubbing harder at her joint. “I'm open to suggestions.” She grunted, her lids trembling as she shot her eyes closed.
Robert watched in awe as she succumbed to her own body and she spread her legs, both her hands jolting up further into her dress and her left knee flying in the air toward her torso.
“You want to go here.” He confirmed, smiling a little.
“Not that I have much choice.” She chuckled with him “Help me, will you? I'm running out of options way quicker than I expected.”
“Of course, darling.” He rose up immediately, eager to help his wife warding off her distress.
“I can't get soak any of this clothes. Got any idea?” She was pleading him with her eyes.
Robert knelt beside her, one hand on the seat next to her thigh. Wetting her clothes was out of question, she was right, because how could she explain the stains on her fresh dress to her maid? And taking her undergarments off – like he would do – was not an option either due to the structure of the female fashion: the thin cloth made of cotton that kept her privates part from being free was laced to her corset, which made impossible taking it off without the latter, which also required the dress off. It was all chained.
He woke up from his thoughts when he heard her definitely moan in distress, a desperate sound that died in her throat. Then he got his eureka moment of the day, something that could help her but also that made him quiver with excitement.
“Stay like this, darling.” He instructed her “Can you keep your knee up a little longer?”
“Be quick, it's pressing against my stomach.” Cora nodded frantically. It was true, that her thigh irremediably dug into her bladder, then why her brain made her curl up like that? The pressure seemed only to get worse.
“Spread a little your legs.” Robert said, while his hands were working on grouping the front of her skirt, lifting the messy fabric roll up, so that her undergarments were now at the sun.
“Can't.” She panted, profiting of the situation to hold herself from her undergarments rather than through all the layer of clothing.
“Just a little more.” Robert encouraged, charmed by the movements of her fingers, now moving on the thin fabric that sheltered her womanhood. Her throbbing and swollen folds where clearly visible through the moisten patch on her crotch. “I need you to let go, darling.”
“I'll get everything wet.” Cora grunted, clenching her jaw. The patch on her undergarments grew lager. “I'm losing it.” She hissed her whole body curling forward as she rode the worst wave of desperation off.
“Do as I say, I promise I'll be quick.” Robert positioned himself between her parted legs, his hand balling in the air ready to put into practice his thoughts.
“Fine.” She almost screamed. Giving herself one last squeeze before preparing on following her husband's instructions. She knew she had no choice, because one way or the other she would have pee in her dress, any other option was welcomed, especially if it came from Robert.
He waited for her to remove her fingers and as soon as she did so, he took over the undergarment that covered her womanhood; he firmly gripped the fabric with his fingers and, with a resolute movement, he ripped the seam apart in the exact moment when a spurt of golden liquid gushed out of her with strength.
Cora hardly understood what just happened, she was just happy she could hold herself directly, plugging her burning hole with her fingers as her whole body continued to spasm. She dropped her knee and remained there with her legs spread open, her dress buckled up and her womanhood exposed, massaging herself with intention.
“It happens all the time.” He chuckled, shrugging a little his shoulders: it wasn't unusual for underpants to rip like that, so no maid would have asked questions about the tear there. Maybe he'd been a little too harsh, because he almost ripped the cloth in two, but that wasn't important.
“Speak for yourself.” She replied with a giggle, silently thanking him with her eyes. Now one problem had been solved, but there was one much more pressing one and it needed to be sorted out immediately.
Robert was smiling now, his eyes locked on her most sensitive skin, throbbing and bursting and convulsing to get rid of the liquid it was storing. But nothing happened. He moved from her a bit, thinking that maybe she wasn't letting go to avoid leaking on top of him, but when he moved again, positioning behind her leg so he could have the perfect view without being in the way, still nothing was happening.
“You can let go now, darling.” He encouraged, thoughts of the first night when she wet herself crossing his mind: what if she couldn't go? What if he muscles refused to give up quickly enough for her to get comfortable soon?
“No, I can't.” Cora replied, shooting her eyes open in his direction. “I'll get the skirt wet anyway. I can't control the direction, you know.” She pointed out allusively.
That wasn't something he'd thought about. Yes, the bucket, the first night, was directly under her, so she had been able to aim in it, but sitting on a bench? The first few seconds would've been no problem, for he was ready to bet that she would pee full-force far away from the bench. But what about the end of her release? The stream would be scarce, it would have ended on her shoes, legs, skirt and then any effort would've been useless.
“What do you want to do?” Robert asked frantically.
“I need to get up.” Cora stated, pleading with her eyes to help her on her feet while she still held herself. She wanted to wait until the flood within her would've actually burst out from her, and she didn't want to do that squatting down for Robert only to see her making a puddle.
“Want me to help you sit down?” He asked. Cora shook her head no with a grin.
Suddenly, her idea came to his mind clear: she wanted to pee while standing like a man would do and now that she was free from the fear of soaking her clothes she could do that freely. It appeared to be such a turn on for him: he would've been able to see her, to see everything, to see the waterfall of golden liquid gush out of her with no barriers.
He nodded in bliss as he helped her up.
Cora’s knees were shaking a great deal, making every effort to move rather difficult. She managed to walk stiffly few steps, at the end, but after her fifth one, it was obvious that she wasn't going far.
“Here, here.” She panted, collapsing with her shoulder on the trunk of the nearest tree.
Cora breathed hard, her lips parted and the corner of her mouth slightly bent up as she looked around her: they were in the middle of nowhere, the woods sheltered them from curious eyes and they were also surrounded by neglected bushes that reached their hips. She smiled openly, sighing when she finally turned to face her husband, her back and shoulder propped flatly against the hard wood.
“Better?” Robert asked, though he highly doubted that.
“Worse.” She confirmed with a chuckle, as gravity took over her over-stretched bladder too.
“Now?” He asked impatiently, both aroused and sad if she indeed wanted to let go: he was yearning to finally witness at her release but egotistically speaking he would dream about this going on and on forever.
“I want to burst, now.” Cora smiled coyly “Just for you.” She didn't have to make it to the castle anymore and she wasn't in so much pain other than her hole burning for the overly postponed release, not to mention that it was a game for their own pleasure and she was indeed enjoying. He clothes wouldn't get wet, so holding as long as she could make totally sense.
And then there was Robert's expression, making her undoubtedly know she was doing right.
“Oh, Cora..” He murmured, placing himself in front of her only to slid to her side, slightly hovering her figure. “Dearest.” He smiled putting his hand on her hip and then making his way down her arm and hands and fingers, intertwined on her bare crotch as she held herself tight. “Let me feel you.”
“You've already done that.” Cora pointed out, leaning the back of her neck on the trunk too. She was starting to feel exhausted.
“Let me feel you.. as you let go.” Robert corrected, watching directly into her blue eyes, memories of their first night crossing both of their minds. How his fingers felt against her throbbing folds, how she rubbed herself in his palm how he stretched her to make the ocean inside of her flow out.
“I don't want to let go yet.” She stubbornly said, remaining with her lips parted as another spasm took over her bladder. She bent her knees and stomped one foot on the ground, grunts escaping her mouth as the effort became unbearable.
Robert watched silently as a spurt of water gushed out the web of her fingers, so yellow to look like liquid gold, and spat into the ground between her feet.
He couldn't control his own action and joined her hands with hers.
Cora jumped slightly up, slamming her thighs close. She gained the control back but having three hands between her legs made the effort of clenching her muscles rather difficult; she didn't want to have her legs spread when she was passing through her last moments of holding, at the contrary she wanted to close every possible threatening hole to keep everything jealousy inside of her.
Warm liquid dampened his hand and sent chill down his spine.
Cora looked up at him and saw wonder into his eyes. He would've never let go.
“Let me.” He whispered hoarsely.
It was too much to bear and she decided to let go of herself, trusting him completely.
When her fingers slid out, replaced immediately by his, she sighed in distress as another leaking hit his palm.
Robert gripped firmly her womanhood and everything stood in place.
He wasn't shaking and his eyes were full of lust. He was perfect to help her hold longer. Longer than she imagined. Even for a minute, because she was sure that without his hand down there, gripping and kneading, by now she would be peeing all over the grass.
“Distract me.” She whispered into his ear and slammed her palms on the trunk behind her. She clawed the wood, even if she couldn't cause the slightest scratch on it, of course, it was for mere support, a mental one.
Robert smiled, deepening his fingers between her legs and made sure to put the palm on her wet pee hole – what a bliss he will feel when she'd explode into his hand – and kneaded a little more, playing with her folds. He could feel her muscles contracting and spasming rhythmically as they wanted to push the liquid out and she strove to fight them, she could feel her squirming and hear her gasping and moaning and a different kind of moisture pooling between her legs, where his pads were.
He smiled, daring to edge slightly inside of her.
“How this feels?” He asked softly. While her body was completely tensed, he'd found the only spot of her where she'd begun to relax.
“More.” She only pleaded, squirming harder on the spot. Cora felt it all, from the spreading of her fold to the entering of her walls to end up with his finger's settlement and little curling, which ended up digging right into her bladder. She shot her eyes open, unable to enjoy the treatment, stirring with her feet and knees until he was out, his hands still gripping her. “Oh no, oh no.” She chanted behind her teeth.
Robert's eyes grew wider when he felt a longer leaking pouring into his palm.
Cora stomped her foot, raising her skirt up with her shaking arms to avoid any unfortunate stain on it. Soon, the realization that she couldn't hold it in a second longer hit her hard and she just surrendered, spreading her legs and bending slightly her knees.
She let go a loud sigh and with it the flood that was within her.
Golden liquid gushed out the small spaces between his fingers and he focused on his palm, where her hole was hissing his skin with an incredible strength. Despite his hand, a physical barrier, was there, her bladder was pushing so hard that her pee poured out no matter what.
Robert kissed her neck lovingly, unable to detach his eyes from such beauty and let go completely of her, watching as her stream rushed out of her and arched in the air, only to fall into the grass few feet away; then it pooled into a puddle that kept growing in size. Bubbling mud was forming. She was even digging her hole into the ground.
She peed hard and long.
She did so for over three minutes before her stream decided to reduce its power to become a soft river, then a small fountain, then spurts as Cora pushed everything out of her and turned it into a slow leaking that ran down her legs for few drops.
Cora collapsed into his arms, panting hard but with the most satisfied grin painted on her lips.
Robert was kissing her jawline in bliss.
She let go of her skirt and swallowed few times to moisten her dry throat.
They started to giggle, talking about how they would resume every detail of the event the same night, to relive everything again and have they yearned, ultimate release. The fun part was that now Cora felt thirsty, but wandered off the idea of a second hold in the same day, only to think that she was dying to something like that again, soon.
Yet things would not go exactly as she expected.
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A Proper Lady
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Characters: Cora, Robert
Setting: pre-serie (around 1890)
Warning for this chapter: desperation, wetting.
Chapter 5 – Lemonade
It was a sunny morning of July, and being summer, their schedule was pretty tight: they had meetings almost every day, picnics and strolls that took place in all the Yorkshire. Barons and Lords and Dukes getting busy on hoard the perfect day to have as many guests as possible, a choice which usually ended up to be the weekends.
The summer season was the best one whenever they turned up to be in London – that was what Robert said – but for Cora, being only her second year in England, traveling around the countryside, each day into a different direction, was way more exciting than choosing the best ballroom in a noisy city. Of course, her husband had been there all his life and London had to be more interesting to him, still, at the idea of exploring yet another manor like hers, different woods and admiring the nature, made her feel happy. After all, she'd been living all her life between Cincinnati and New York and the gentle and quiet hills of the Yorkshire were her ultimate dreams. In any case, despite their preference, being one of the newlywed couples left them no choice: they had to live the mundane life of their land, which meant strolls, hunting, trip to lakes and picnics. Cora was happy and for that, Robert was too.
And a picnic indeed was what they would attend today, at five o'clock, to make the tea hour a little more interesting. Actually, she was looking for it, curious how those impeccable Brits would do to break their beloved routines and traditions.
Cora sighed heavily, glancing up at the clock in the small library. How terrible to be alone at that time of the day. Yes, by five she would have been with hundreds of people, chatting and gossiping and eating and drinking yet the waiting hours were terrible: Robert was out and he promised to be at home just in time to leave with her and Violet, who was busy taking a nap to prepare her skin for her beauty treatment, driving her maid crazy because she wouldn't be pleased with anything.
She smiled, sympathizing with her maid. She still had more than an hour, for the clock read half past two, before she needed to get ready – visit the loo and checking on her makeup and dress -, meet the family outside and jump into the carriage to reach the station, where a train would take them to Driffield, where the picnic would've taken place.
Cora stretched blindly her hand to her side, gripping the cold glass resting on the table at her left, and brought it to her lips. She gulped down the entire amount of water that was in it and put the empty glass back. With a smile, she acknowledged she'd emptied her whole pitcher. She was happy, because the doctor said to stay hydrated in preparation of the afternoon in the countryside and she accepted more than merrily the suggestion of drinking as much as possible: she was planning on stuffing her bladder as much as she could, emptying it right before leaving so she could benefit the extra space for her pee during the picnic without stressing about getting desperate.
That was her plan and she was sure it would work.
Or, at least, it could be an experiment, see what would suit her most; after all, she needed to find a solution that could work with her body.
By now, Cora was experiencing the odd sensation of her stomach's slow expansion. The water inside of her had stretched the wall of her bladder and even though she didn't feel exactly desperate to pee, she could definitely say she was full: the water within her swung each time she took a stronger breath, deliciously blubbing when she suddenly changed position.
She decided to store it in until it was time for her to leave, optimizing her time and room for the afternoon because she could bet there would be tea and lemonade and other things to try and she wouldn't enjoy any of those if she had to worry about her bladder. And enjoy her day was what she wanted to do indeed.
Cora sighed contentedly, resuming the reading she'd left behind. More than an hour to distract herself would work just fine on her body, plus she was in the middle of her favorite part of the novel.
She read with eagerness ten pages or more and when the end of the chapter showed up with a blank page, she sighed with a melancholic smile upon her face; she loved that part and now she was just sad it was over. It took her way less time to finish than her usual, she had eaten up paragraph after paragraph.
Cora stretched her back, closing her book with her finger between the pages as it was a bookmark. Her other hand, however, went straight to her abdomen.
She brushed her fingers down to the length of her protruding bladder, a small bulge this time, for her corset only pressed on her ribcage, leaving half of her belly free – her maid had chosen that one particularly so she could move more freely on the grass since she was supposed to sit on blankets and so on, very spartan – the swell of her bladder popped out from beneath the constriction, she was sure it was only the smallest part of it and that smallest part was rock hard under her dress, a cottony one, very light and soft.
She spread her legs a little under her skirt, a movement that from outside it wasn't noticeable, and went for a tiny push on the lower part of her bulge. She felt the water within her work its way down fast and she slapped immediately her knees back together.
She cleared her throat and leaned the back of her neck the pillow behind her head. It was comfortable. Maybe closing her eyes and drifting away for a bit, it would help her stretching her bladder her little more without having to worry about feeling desperate. Sleeping would help her for sure.
Cora got comfortable enough with her position and five minutes later, hand on her groin as she cradled her firm bulge with her fingers to give herself a little support, she drifted away.
Se woke up not more than ten minutes later to the hellish cry of her husband calling her name.
Cora jolted up on her seat, hissing when the sudden movements almost made her leak due to the unbelievable amount of liquid inside her bladder. She frowned deeply, opting for a quick rub of her crotch before resting her hand on the joint of her groin. She was sure she hadn't slept a lot, not more than ten minutes, then why was she hearing Robert calling her name like that, as she was terribly late?
She glanced up at the clock.. which still read a quarter past one: the hands hadn't moved a bit from her last check.
“Oh no.” Cora mumbled in shock.
“Cora, what are you doing here?” Robert sighed harshly when he found her lying on the couch, a book in her hand “We've been waiting for you, we'll be late!”
“The clock-” She stuttered, pointing roughly at it “I thought I had time!” Then she realized it must've been neglected and nobody had charged it. Now that she thoughtof that, she didn't see anyone attending to the library clocks since she came down, early in the morning.
“We'll miss the train now, c'mon.” Robert stretched his hand in her direction, trying to spur her up.
“I- I can't I'm not ready, I-” She stood up rather fumblingly and gripped his hand in support. Her bladder felt so heavy now.
“You're beautiful, darling.” He hinted a quick yet sincere smile and bent down to kiss her cheek. “Let's go now, mama will lose her mind in a minute.”
“Robert, I need to use the loo.” She blushed deeply, rubbing her thighs together allusively.
“Cora.. it's almost three o'clock.” He sighed, rolling his eyes thoughtfully “You'll go at the station. Can you hold it until there?” He proposed, his eyes full of hope.
Cora swallowed hard. If the choice was hers, she'd go right away, but of course it wasn't. They were terribly late, maybe they would've even lost the train and then.. then Robert was practically begging her. She wanted to save themselves from Violet's wrath and proudly talking, she wanted to show him she was stronger than she looked like – and a little smarter than she actually felt, for drinking more water than she should have. Her timing really needed to get better or else it would've been her ultimate undoing.
“Yes, I can.” She nodded. “I don't have to go that bad.” She lied, knowing already she would regret the decision, Violet's voice, reminding her to empty her bladder each time before leaving home, ringing in loop inside her brain. Not that she could do much about it.
“I know, toilets at the station are not exactly Buckingham Palace, but-” Robert tried, almost pulling her from her elbow toward the front door.
“I don't mind.” Cora reassured him with a smile. Of course she minded, public toilets were nasty, not to mention that usually the lower class used those and the result was even less comforting.. still, it was no time to get picky: she needed to use the toilet as soon as possible, she would have dig a hole into the ground if that was necessary to avoid embarrassment. Well, not, that only in extreme cases.
“Thank you, darling.” Robert hurriedly said, before waving his hat at the carriage waiting outside.
Wait- there were two.
Cora frowned deeply, locking her glance to the window of the first one, where Violet was sitting, tapping on her cane with her gloved fingers. She was impatient and she was furious and she was in company. That was unexpected.
“What's going on?” She asked softly, but Robert seemed confused as much as she was.
“The Duchess was going to escort us to the picnic.” Violet was saying, though she was distant from her talking to her son, Cora could hear clearly their words. “We thought we could go there by carriage, make a classic entrance.”
“If that makes you happy, mama.”
“It does.” Violet replied, “Now get in the other carriage with Cora, I'll keep the Duchess company.”
“Yes, mama.”
As soon as he turned back, facing Cora once again, she widened her eyes, shaking discretely her head into a silent plead. She needed the loo, she needed the loo now! If she wasn't allowed to go in the house, at least at the station. She couldn't bear over two hours of carriage ride without a wee break.
“I'm sorry, darling, we really must be going.”
Before she could inform her husband about the actual condition of her desperation, which was already pretty bad despite what she'd said to him, he was already pushing on her back, escorting her on the second carriage, hopping in right after her.
“You can hold it, right?” Robert nodded confident “It's not bad, we'll stop halfway to let the horses rest. It'll be near a pub I know, I'll say I'm thirsty and you'll join me.”
Cora stared at him blankly. He really had thought of that, which was.. impressive. Or maybe he'd been desperate himself in the past? She would investigate, but some other time.
“How long?” She asked, and managed to do it naturally, without showing a sign of her real distress; now that she was sitting down, the pressure had mildly dropped.
“About an hour.” He assured, putting his hand on her knees. Cora stopped abruptly her bouncing. “Too much?”
“No, it'll be fine.” She smiled back and, with a sigh, she turned to glance outside the window.
With a strong tug, the carriage moved forward and her bladder jolted too, reminding her, maybe too painfully, of her lie.
She didn't know why she'd done that, since she and Robert talked openly about that, both enjoying holding and desperation yet that one.. was a completely different situation: they hadn't planned it, she decided by herself to stuff her bladder with so much water, thinking she had time, thinking she was doing good when in reality she was doing everything wrong. She was going back, back to not being a Lady anymore, because that wasn't what a Lady would do – getting desperate on purposes, be late, get in trouble, making an awful decision and be desperate during a public occasion without the chance of being anything but perfect. She couldn't admit it to Robert though, at one point, she wouldn't have any choice.
“Why don't you get some rest?” Robert proposed with a smile, giving her a reassuring squeeze before retrieving for good his hand off her knees. She started to bounce it lightly right away. “Kills some time.”
“I'll try that.” Cora smiled him back, snuggling up to his shoulder to find a better position against the jolting ride.
“Good, I'll wake you up at the pub.” He kissed her forehead and hugged her, waiting for her to drift away.
Cora woke up to the high neigh of a horse.
She gasped silently when the heaviness of her bladder dropped down to her womanhood, radiating a familiar heat to her core. She clenched immediately her muscles while sifting with her bum to the edge of her seat, so that her grip would be more efficient.
Her action didn't go unnoticed, for Robert hurriedly covered her shoulders with his arm, patting lightly on her skin.
“Are you all-right?” He asked worriedly.
“Yes.” She nodded, but her voice was still shaking for the effort. Did she leak or did she not? The knuckles on her left hand, firmly gripping the seat next to her quivering thigh, turned white. “Just felt a wave hitting my stomach.” She attempted to smile, but ended up only bending her lips into a cracked grin of pure suffering.
“Don't worry, darling. We're few minutes away from the pub.” He assured.
“Good. Because I really need to use the loo now.” This time, Cora tried and succeeded to smile, as the wave faded away. It had been a strong and a long one and she could hardly bear to think of the amount of liquid that now were sloshing inside her bladder. But soon, soon it would have been all out.
“I know, I'm sorry.” Robert offered a sympathetic smile. It was the third time she'd informed him about her need and he was starting to fell concerned. It wasn't like her to complain about some discomfort of hers so much, so she must've lied about the actual gravity of the situation. Still, they were ten minutes away from the pub. Maybe he could distract her with something..
Cora sighed, trying to find a more comfortable position to wait for the pub to appear – she didn't have the least idea of what to expect, so she just imagined an old building made out of wood with a lot of horses and carriages and maybe men drinking beers – when, looking out of the window, she noticed that the trees were static. She didn't even feel the carriage jolting along the road.
“Robert, why aren't we moving?” She shot her eyes open, turning harshly to him with a death stare. She immediately started to rub her thighs together, fidgeting a little on the spot: the idea of holding a minute more than the required made her feel nauseous.
“One of the horses has cast a shoe.” He explained, rubbing her back to soothe her down “They're fixing it, it won't be long now.”
Those kinds of things took fifteen minutes usually and since they were working on it for a while now, he was confident they would proceed any time now. He hoped so, because he couldn't bear the thought of his wife being in distress without her wanting to or neither a quick solution to treat the problem.
“Hopefully.” Cora whispered between her teeth, glancing outside to follow closely the work of the men. She could even hear Violet shouting and complaining about how long was it taking, gaining back nothing more than apologies that served nothing. Few were the times when she could agree with her mother-in-law, but that was one of them: she would've shouted herself if it could help.
Her fidgeting increased exponentially. Cora was swinging her hips every now and then, drumming her fingers on the seat, hidden from Robert by her thigh – still the soft noise was audible – constantly trying to even her breath to hide her true distress.
Five minutes later she succumbed the overwhelming need of crossing her legs.
Cora tried to keep her eyes on the window, hoping that her husband hadn't noticed or let her movement slide, but she was wrong and his sudden change of position – she was sure he was now looking directly in her direction – made her heart hammer inside her chest, which also increased her breathing, her expanding lungs pressing even more on her strained bladder. It was a disaster.
She immediately clenched her muscles tighter, interlacing her legs and put her hand on her knees to bring them closer to her chest as she rode the wave of desperation off. Cora forcefully breathed slower, until she was sure she could trust her own body again.
That wine she had at lunch and that over liter of water she drank before leaving were moving down, quickly as she expected.
“Cora, is that bad already?” Robert asked, quite befuddled, with a long sigh. She was truly sorry for her.
“It's pretty bad, actually.” She inhaled quickly, trying for a smile that never came. Then another wave hit and she had no choice but to spread her legs open to slam her hand at her crotch and doubled over. For inches, she didn't hit the opposite seat of the carriage with her forehead.
“Cora?” He bent over her, alarmed, rubbing his hand on her back; he felt helpless, truly helpless this time, because what he could do when they were both stuck into a carriage in the middle of the wood, if not wait to arrive at the pub?
“I lied.” She grunted, her voice a hinted sob. “I lied before. I've been desperate some time before you came to get me in the library.”
“What?” Robert tried to bent forward as much as he could to see her face. “What are you saying?”
“I thought I had time, Robert. I'm- I'm sorry!” She cried, rocking strongly her hip on the seat. Her face was on fire, her eyes closed and her forehead frowned.
“Why didn't you tell me, darling?” Robert stuttered, now feeling guilty. He'd been too harsh asking her to follow him right away? She did ask to visit the loo before leaving, but he didn't let her.
“I didn't want to let you down.” Cora whispered quieter, her hand massaging with purpose on her skirt. She eventually fought the desperation's stab and let her hand there, opting only for a leg crossing.
“Let me down?” Robert asked. His eyes were now wandering around madly – from his wife to the window, stretching his neck to see further – to see if there were any improvements.
“I drank a lot of water.” Cora inhaled deeply, trying to tell him without thinking too much of the water she'd gulped down. “To stretch my bladder. So I could have more space for this afternoon.” She sighed, swinging a little “It would have worked if the clock hadn’t betrayed me.”
“Why this would disappoint me, exactly?” Robert rose his eyebrow, looking dumbly in her direction. He wasn't disappointed.. he was aroused – unluckily – because he knew Cora, which meant she had drunk more than necessary. When it came to proving she was a Lady to anyone else that wasn't him, she tended to exaggerate with things, plus she thought she had the chance of relieving herself before leaving, so she had no reason to contain herself, quite the contrary, actually. The poor thing was bursting.
It made him sad and worried, because it wasn't something for their pleasure and she didn't have any escape.
“Look at me, Robert, do I look like a Lady to you?” Cora asked him rhetorically, her voice reaching a high pitch.
He stared at her without answering. It that question had been for him, he would've answered yes straight away, but only because Cora was his Lady no matter what and actually when she was desperate, she turned him on in a way that made him no gentleman. Yet that question was not about him, it was about all the guests there at the picnic, all the people who would see she was obviously bursting for a wee – she could fool the ones in the pub perhaps, but she couldn't make it to the party! - and Violet, what would she think? And the Duchess? It was such an unsafe situation.
“We're only few minutes away from the pub, darling.” He sighed, trying to be reassuring “I'm sorry, I should've known.”
“How could you know?” Cora replied, offering a sweet smile.
“But let me tell you, to my eyes, you couldn't be more beautiful.” He smiled openly, pulling her toward his torso with a light grip on her shoulders.
“Yes, but you're not reliable.” She chuckled, following his suggestion and laid on his chest, trying to relax the muscles of her abdomen and leaving more room to her bladder with her half-lying position.
“Have a break, darling. Don't think about it.” He kissed her temple and reached down between her legs, touching her hand with his and stroking with her. “We're close.” He whispered and smiled when she closed her eyes and slowly took her hands away, enjoying only his strokes, more and more firm as her hips rocking increased.
Finally, the carriage started moving with a harsh pull. He gripped firmly to her womanhood, his forefinger aiming where he thought her throbbing hole was, because he imagined it was what she would've done herself.
Her hand stood in middle-air, balling around for some moments before dropping to her side. He'd done well.
“I'm going insane.”
Only five minutes had passed, but Cora felt it like it had been an hour: her husband's rubs weren't enough anymore and she had replaced his hand with both of hers, pulling up rhythmically rather than only rubbing her crotch. She was panting hard, cursing every pebble that made the carriage bounce, along with the horses – poor creatures – that with their trotting were pulling unevenly the whole thing.
"We're almost there.” Robert went for a reassuring squeeze of her knees, which was hitting unmercifully the other one. He pressed his pad against the window, toward a group of small buildings where a massive flow of carriages were heading – he chose not to comment about how many people would have been queued there, waiting for the toilets. “See?”
“Don't do this.” She cried, almost chuckling under her hiss “You're making me go worse!” Knowing she was about to relieve her bladder, indeed made her feel worse. Her hole was on fire, her whole crotch was tired of the clenching and her bladder was spasming nearly constantly now. She couldn't say she was in real pain, but she was almost there.
“You can do it, darling.” He encouraged, smiling deeper when the familiar building came clearly to sight.
The heavenly vision grew larger and larger as they approached and Cora couldn't help but smile when they were few meters away.
The carriage got closer.
And crossed it.
“We passed it.” Cora's jaw dropped. “We passed it. We didn't stop!” She cried, actual tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
“What?” Robert almost yelled, fumbling around to get a closer look. His heart sunk when he actually saw the building running behind them, rather quickly too. “This can't be.” He frowned.
“What am I going to do?!” She cried, her thighs slamming together. Being so close to relief and watch the occasion passing by under her nose.. there couldn't have been an eviler fate.
“Hey mate!” Robert climbed up to his seat, tapping his fingers on the small window that divided the back of the carriage from the front, where the coachman was, reins and whip in his hands, clicking his tongue with a jolly tune. “Why didn't we stop at the inn?”
“The horses got some rest earlier, milord.” The man replied, turning slightly to watch the earl, but not fully to mind the horses and the road. “Lady Grantham and the Duchess orders are to drive straight to the party. Sorry, milord.”
“Thank you.” He muttered low, then he waited for the driver to turn again and pulled the small curtain to shield the window. “You could go once there, Cora.” He went on, well knowing she couldn't last that long and if she did, it would've been a miracle. Plus, her dance would've been too obvious. Only a miracle could save them.
“Robert, you do not understand.” She stomped her feet repeatedly, her whole body shaking “I need to pee! I need to pee now!” She kicked her shoes off and, with a lot of difficulties and determination, she sat on her knees, her left heel working between her folds, under her skirt, where her aching hands have been.
She had never been so specific about her needs. That was how bad she needed to go. It made him shiver, but he didn't know if because he was excited or because he felt incredibly sorry for his poor wife. Seeing her like this made him want to go too, even if his bladder was empty.
“I do understand, darling, but what can we do about it?” He tried to reason, stroking his hair with his hand. “The only thing would be warning mama and the Duchess-”
“Have you lost your mind?” Cora screeched, sobbing a little as a tear rolled down her cheek. Her bladder felt heavier than ever, her inner walls about to explode, literally.
“I could say it's for me.” He proposed.
“I wouldn't have any reason to follow you, plus it would be obvious. I can't stand still anymore.” Cora shook vehemently her head, then her lips opened up abruptly into a silent cry, only sharp breaths came out of her. “Oh I'm leaking- I'm leaking!” She hissed, moving her hips and legs, clenching every muscle she knew she had in her body to stop the dampness moving around her skirts.
“Cora, there must be something-”
“There's no time, help me or I'll pee all over the carriage!” She shouted. At this point, she didn't even care if the coachman had heard.
“Let me think, let me think!” He hummed, tapping his fingers onto his forehead. Cora's suffering moan ringing inside his brain, both hurrying hi and distract him.
“Heavens, I'm peeing already.” She said behind clenched teeth, grouping her skirt to hold herself more efficiently. She eventually stopped the flow, with some effort and a lot of spurts; she was wet. Cora sighed and rocked stronger her whole body, back and forth, praying for him to find a solution.
“Hold on, dear.” He encouraged, though, at his choice of words, he got a scoff.
He looked around frantically, though they were rather trapped. It was a carriage, after all, so nothing more than a box with wheels pulled by horses, and what did they have? Not even a blanket to wipe the flood if she ended up having an accident because it was summer, not a thing resembling a bowl to collect her pee, only his hat, which was out of the question for so many reasons. And then, what they were supposed to do? Walk out of the carriage with a bowl full of golden liquid?
“Robert, did we brought something to drink?” Cora asked, almost in tears, rocking so hard that she was hitting the door with her shoulder. He was sure she would end up black and blue before sunset.
At first, the meaning of that wasn't clear to him: asking for something drink when she was already bursting to wee, but then.. then, all became clear. And this time, luck had been on their side: they put the picnic basket in their carriage.
He immediately went to open it, digging his fingers between sandwiches and cookies, cakes and pies – that new cook truly wanted to make an impression – and finally he found it.
“Lemonade.” Robert pulled out the bottle with a triumphant look. “We can disguise.”
The vision made her cry. She wasn't sure if out of happiness or out of desperation, because the briefest look at that lemonade made her spurt again and her only way to stop the flow had been plugging her hole with her finger, which hurt. She was now in pain.
“Until someone wants to try it.” She chuckled, tears rolling freely down her cheeks. Not that she cared much.
“I'll pour it out of the window, darling, just hang in there.”
“Oh, I'm hanging all-right.” Cora smiled miserably, but as soon as she realized what he was doing, she shook her head no and stabbed him with her elbow strongly “No! Don't do that, they could see!”
“You're right.” Robert froze with the cap in his hand. “I'll drink it.” He decided. He held the bottle with his knees and went to dig more into the basket.
What was he doing, was beyond her.
“Robert, what the hell are you doing?”
He shot his head up, glancing over her matter-of-factly.
“I'm looking for the glass.”
“Don't mind the glass! I'll pee all over you!” She played, though she was really bursting.
Robert felt incredibly dumb to let his wife suffer even one second more over such a silly thing. He brought the bottle to his lips and tried to gulp down the entire liquid as fast as he could. It was refreshing but sour and he didn't like sour things.
Cora tried to focus on anything else rather than his gulping sounds and the sloshing of the lemonade inside the bottle. She knew he didn't like lemonade and truly she was already impressed… he was going fast, but not fast enough.
She shifted to the edge of the seat when another wave took over, her bladder spasmed and through her fingers a big spurt exploded and ended up on the floor, next to his feet.
He dropped his eyes in horror, his lips red and marked by the mouth of the bottle. He was only half way. He would have never make it and the realization swept through him painfully: he was helpless before his wife's pain.
“I'm trying, darling.” He panted.
“I know.” She nodded, gasping “But I can't wait.” She cried and stole the bottle from his hands. Without thinking twice she started to drink, gulping down without setting her mind on the idea of stuffing more liquids inside of her.
Her fingers dig further between her folds, plugging her leaking hole until it hurt and then squeezed her skin with the remained fingers, trying to produce some sort of physical barrier which could be held with only one hand.
She licked her lips, the taste bringing her back in time when she spent her summer at Newport drinking lemonade with her mother under the loan. She forced herself to think of that and let her shaking hand to drop, the now empty bottle approaching slowly her crotch area.
When she hid it under the skirt and prepare to let her muscles loose and free her flow, she realized she yet couldn't: too many fabric. She wouldn’t be able to see the stream and she would make a mess, maybe even stain or ruin her dress; of course she couldn't have that.
“What's the problem?” Robert asked nervously.
“I can't!” She cried “I need to take my skirt off!” She panted and put the bottle on the seat as she stuffed her hands down to her womanhood, under the skirts of her dress. She turned to give him her back. “Help me, please!”
“The whole dress off?” He asked frantically, pulling close all the window as he waited for an answer. It went dark almost immediately, but there still was light enough to see decently. If the choose was to have little more difficulties or having his wife's privates displayed in the middle of the road.. surely he wouldn't pick the latter.
“No, it's two pieces.” Cora instructed, panting harder. “There's a ribbon and few buttons for the skirt.” She was thanking warmly her maid for her choice of a two-pieces dress for the occasion, claiming it was more practical – heavens, it was.
Cora felt it all, just like her first hold, that fatal night. Also, his fingers were much larger than the maid's so it was even worse. She lost a few drops before he finally announced she was free.
It took her some time to get rid of the voluminous skirt, but when she did, the bulge of her rock hard bladder was even more prominent. She cradled it to give it more support and felt it was almost as wide as her first.
Cora had just gripped the bottle when her husband’s yell made her froze on the spot and even loose some more spurts.
“Cora, what's that?” He had his eyes open wide.
“It's a crotch open underwear, silly.” She giggled, sitting back down with her hand firmly gripping her womanhood, her thighs pressing together hard – she feared she might have even stopped the blood circulation of her hand. “I had plans for tonight. Why you don't like it?”
“I do like it.” Robert cleared his throat. He could see the dark patch of hair peeking through her fingers. Dribbling fingers. “I'm not sure how I feel about you being at the party, all the while also being practically naked the whole time.” He tried to look angry, but he just couldn't. He was too aroused from both the vision and her desperation.
“No one can see that. Now, please be quiet.” She inhaled sharply through her nose and let a slow blow of air out of her mouth as she attempted to spread her quivering legs to position the bottle decently.
Another leaking made her hands wet, warm and slippery. It took all her strength not to squirm away and lost her position.
Robert watched in awe as she grunted, clenching her teeth tight when she slowly peeled her hand away from her folds and liquids started to drip out of her. She was so full that her bulge bubbled visibly through the spasms of her bladder and her skin was so tense that the smallest veins were coloring red her navel area, down to her crotch.
Cora spread her legs wide open. She struggled to align the bottle with her hole, the drops helping her with the process, but she didn't even secure it when the waterfall started to gush out of her.
She gasped loudly, pressing the mouth of the bottle close to her skin, trying to ignore the pain of the external object pressing to her privates.
Cora was peeing hard, the water clear that took the lemonade's place quickly.
Too quickly.
Her pee sloshed inside the glass and it was filling it.
It has almost reached the top of the bottle, but she showed no sign of stopping. She needed to go still. She felt so full even if she almost filled the bottle.
“Darling, stop.” He whispered concerned, his eyes locked on the yellowish liquid continuing to arrive into the transparent recipient.
“I- I can't!” Cora sobbed, indeed trying to clench her muscles to stop the flow. The stream decreased, but it didn't stop at all.
“You need to stop.” Robert raised his voice a little, gripping the bottle himself. Not that he could take it away from her, of course.
“I'm going to pee all over!” She cried loudly and he hissed, his teeth clenched, when the stream reduced again into spurts, then drops. The liquid overflowed and he took the bottle away to cap it.
Cora shoved her hands into her crotch, massaging the growing wetness with aim as her hips rocked on their own. She stopped the leaking, yet the need of finish her pee was there, strong and powerful and almost overwhelming.
She started to pant, moving one hand over her stomach to test her fullness. She was softer, but she was still full. Normally, at this point, in the quietness of her home, she would start thinking of visiting the loo.
Suddenly, the waved passed and she took a long breath, shrugging her dripping fingers in the air to get them dry.
She closed her legs and, with a sigh, noted she could act normally as nothing had happened. She could bear the sensation. For at least a couple of hours, maybe more, until the end of the party.
She was smiling, Robert giggling, as he helped her back into her dress and cover the mess that laid on the bottom of the carriage. Once again, maybe, she was safe.
Or was she?
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A Proper Lady
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Characters: Cora, Robert, various
Setting: pre-serie (around 1890)
Warning for this chapter: desperation (+group desp), wetting.
Chapter 6 – Picnic Party
About an hour later, they arrived at the picnic party.
Robert had the bottle in his hand and as soon as he climbed down the carriage, he faked a stumble and dropped the bottle, which shattered into pieces instantly. A couple of scolds from his mother about his clumsiness were nothing, compared to the avoided disaster.
Cora on the other hand, still needed to pee. It was a constant thought that she could successfully push in the back of her mind, for the moment and she was only happy that she'd emptied her bladder – half of it, she feared – not enough to erase her discomfort completely, but enough for her to act normally. She'd endured much more with worse scenery, so she was confident she could survive the party without any trouble or very little ones.
That was what she thought, at least.
Mindful of her previous experience, she knew she couldn't ask where the loo was or her lady reputation would've been ruined – that Robert didn't know or never thought about it, so she needed to put on a straight face and survive the party as best as she could. Hopefully, they would stop at the pub on the way home, but at the worst, Cora was confident she could hold on until home.
She playfully scolded her husband too, who combed his hair with his hand, faking an embarrassed smile as his mouth cast apologies to his deaf mother.
“Try to behave yourself!” Violet concluded with a stern look before leaving with the Duchess, heading to a group of older lady nearby.
Of course, groups were already forming and Cora felt sick to the heart thinking she would've to go herself to meet with petulant girls about her age. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed to never be enough for them.
“You'll be alright, Cora?” Robert was whispering, concern all over his face. She thought he was cute.
“Of course I will.” She promptly replied, smiling sweetly. “You can go with your friends now.”
“It's a picnic darling.” He giggled, quite softened by her confused expression. Sometimes she really looked like a child and those are the occasion where Robert truly realized she was still new to their customs. Sure, in America they all had the same things, but they were done differently. “I'd like to stay with you, if you don't mind.” He winked, making her blush.
“Of course I don't mind.” She replied mildly, taking his arm.
They had done a little stroll before Cora's eyes caught a familiar silhouette standing alone by a tree. She squinted her eyes, tugging a little he husband's jacket to catch his attention too.
“Isn't that Myrtle?” Robert inquired. It was odd to find her there, by herself, pacing restlessly under a tree with her head down: since the first day they'd met her she had been the gleeful one, timid and shy, but joyful.. with Cora and Robert of course, since she was a simple girl who had married a noble, quite Cora and Robert's story to the eyes of the other girls.
“Myrtle?” Cora called her softly as soon as they got closer. Still, the blond hadn't noticed. When she heard her friend calling, she nearly jumped.
Her face was red and her lips parted; they could almost hear her heart thumping inside her chest, only slowing down at the realization of who she had before her.
“Cora, Robert!” She smiled, still, her voice was uneven. “You're here too!” and she attempted a clumsily hug. When she detached from Cora, she swallowed hard.
“What are you doing here by yourself? Where's Anthony?” Cora asked, leaving Robert alone so she could take Myrtle's arm instead. “Are you alright?”
“Oh I'm alright.” She nodded, but didn't look convinced at all “Anthony is sick, nothing serious, but he preferred to stay at home. I'm here with my mother in law, she's with the matrons of course.” She sighed “You know I don't like our lovely friends, Cora, they would mock me.”
“I know what you mean.” Cora agreed, well knowing the joy o being alone in a group of snobs. “But now there's two of us.”
“Yes, so they can mock us both.” Myrtle scoffed.
“Myrtle, that is so not like you.” Robert playfully replied “How do you know?”
“I know alright!” Myrtle spat, looking quite angry all of a sudden.
Cora and Robert exchanged a perplexed look.
“Are you sure you're alright?” Cora asked again.
“I'm really sorry-” Myrtle gasped, asking silently for forgiveness, looking directly at Robert “it's just-” the girl turned her head to Cora this time, blinking allusively “I really-”
“Robert, darling, be an angel. Would you fetch us some drinks?” Cora asked.
Robert frowned deeply, staring at them both. His wife would have never asked for drinks after that crazy carriage ride and he could bet she needed to visit the bathroom still. He cleared his throat and gave a nod, deciding it was about womanly things he couldn't understand.
“I really don't know what to do.” Myrtle whispered – a loud whisper – when they found themselves alone.
“About what?” Cora questioned. She was starting to think wildly: cheating, betrayals, finance problems, babies…
“I got myself into troubles.” Myrtle gasped sadly. Her eyes weren't for Cora though, for they were scanning the place searching for something or so it seemed.
“What kind of trouble, dear?” Cora asked again, following her into her nervous stroll, the smallest she'd ever seen: a couple of steps away from the tree and then back again. “I could help.”
“How could you?” She was smiling now but it was a sad one.
“Myrtle you're scaring me.” Cora said sincerely. “You're the only friend I've got, I want to help!” it was true. They only had each other in that mean world. They both knew that.
“I'm about to lose control of my bladder.” Myrtle mumbled, softly but clearly between her clenched teeth. He cheeks became the color of two ripe tomatoes.
“What?” Cora stuttered.
“I need to use the loo. Like right now.” the blond growled.
Only then Cora realized that her nervous stroll was only a masquerade for her potty-dance.
“Oh.” Cora sighed. She felt relieved for she was not the only one with that pressing need but also she felt sorry for her friend, not to mention that seeing her distress made her a little more desperate herself.
“My mother-in-law wants me to hold until the end of the party.” She gasped and crossed her ankles. “But I won't. I know I won't.”
Cora was speechless. Not only she completely understand what her friends was going through, now that she knew her needs, she could detect much clearer her problems and gestures, which were pretty obvious even to an unknown eye. That only meant that she needed to go, bad, way worse than her.
“Of course you will.” Cora said encouragingly, even though she doubt it: who better than her could identify those specific signs?
“My mother-in-law will think I'm some sort of peasant girl who can't control herself. I will never be a lady.” She lamented and her knees went weak for a moment.
Cora was starting to think that it was some sort of tradition or a tire of passage. She even thought of herself being mean to her son's wife if one day she'd had a son.
“We can do this, Myrtle, come on.” She cleared her throat, her friend's movements playing with her own brain. “I- kinda need to go too.”
“You do?” Myrtle asked, her eyes growing wide in surprise.
“I do.” Cora nodded.
“I wish I were Belle.” The blond chuckled, sighing heavily as she leaned against the trunk.
“Who?” Cora lifted her eyebrow, happy that the new subject could distract Myrtle and herself from their dances. After all, she really didn't know who was this Belle.
“Belle. She's well- you know.” Myrtle awkwardly gestured toward a group of laughing men. Most of them were young and they were loud, each one of them with a strong drink in his hand, to tell the truth, two: one full and one empty.
“Why is she here then?” She whispered. Cora was shocked: they all wanted ladies at their parties and yet they invited a.. seducer to their gatherings.
“She threatens everybody to speak. She has many partners you know. After all, she just wants to attend these parties and entertain the men.. those fools, they let her catch 'em like that.” Myrtle sighed, then shook her head “Parties for silence, sounds like a good compromise.”
“Well, what does she has to do with our problem?” Cora wondered.
“She's no lady!” Myrtle spat, matter-of-factly. Cora nodded, even if she didn't quite catch the meaning of all that. Right now she could only think about that she needed the loo, so everything was complicated for her focused brain.
“She can go whenever she wants?” Cora tried.
“Oh she does much worse.” Myrtle moaned a little, crossing her legs under her dress. Her eyes were squinted. “The boys stuff her with as many drinks as possible, then group around her and play. Making her wet herself right in the middle of the garden.”
“Why would they do that?” Cora was truly shocked.
“She is no lady but she doesn't want to walk around with a wet dress. There's a chance she might flash 'em.” She shook violently her head. Maybe those talks weren't what she needed after all. “Nobody judges her. Quite the contrary.” She hissed and there was a hint of envy in Myrtle's eyes.
Cora could understand. Not being judge and enjoy something like that. She wished she were Belle too! But she had to admit she had her fun in her bedroom with Robert and she could bet that was much better than what Belle offered.
“I must admit she's lucky.” Cora commented, beginning to swift on her spot for her bladder had started to fill up. With those talks and that view of Myrtle squirming to hold everything in.
“I thought I could find a solution.” Myrtle sobbed. “But I'm too scared.”
Suddenly, Cora realized what Myrtle wanted to do behind that tree and it was the worst idea she could have: she was too exposed.
“It's too dangerous, Myrtle and-”
“And-?”
“And they're coming over here.” Cora swallowed hard, trying her best to smile at the group of girls approaching, their chattering and high giggles ringing into her ears. They say her accent was awful but Cora found those chirping way more annoying.
“I'm sorry Sarah but the spot is occupied already.” the baroness smirked.
Cora well remembered her face, her voice, the hatred she felt when she had to endure through her first hold. That hideous girl seemed to be associated with that kind of problem way too much.. she smelled one girl's needs like a hunter dog!
Only seconds later she noticed that one of the baroness' group was red as a tomato, squirming and eying around with a preoccupied face.
She, the baroness and some other of her friends, seemed to doing great while Myrtle and this Sarah girl seemed in trouble. Doing good made Cora felt proud and confident.
“Is there something wrong, here?” She asked nonchalantly, almost neglecting Myrtle, who suddenly gripped to her arm. It looked like a normal gesture, but her nails were digging into Cora's flesh and the gloves didn't help a bit – she knew Myrtle was trying to better cope with her body and her spasming bladder, so she tried her best to act normal.
“Of course not!” Sarah spat, her cheeks growing purple.
“No.” The baroness repeated, but a diverted and mean smirk was painted upon her thin lips.
Sarah was a petite girl with red hair and a tiny waist, surely squeezed into a corset that had been pulled to its limits. Her green dress wrapped her slim body perfectly and the skirt was considerably less wider than the average, which didn't cover well the movements of her legs. She was shaking, rubbing her thighs and her hands were balling at her sides.
Cora swallowed hard. Now things would get interesting. Sarah, Myrtle… not to mention herself! Her bladder was extending, she could almost feel her skin stretching as her needs became more and more compelling. Having those two right before her eyes, knowing exactly what was the problem, was torturing her body.
“Well, I think we shall find my husband. He was about to bring us something to drink.” Cora said casually, searching with not precise aim into the crowd.
“Of course. He's there.” the baroness pointed her finger: Robert was approaching with two glasses and a large smile. “We'll wait for you here. We'll take tea together.”
Cora's heart dropped. She almost screamed when Myrtle dug her nails deeper into her skin. She felt a small spurt escaping her muscles and she clenched everything back.
Myrtle's stiff walk was an obvious warning of her needs, but she managed to stroll alongside Cora until they meet Robert.
“Here.” He said proudly, but his smile sunk when he noticed their faces and the baroness with her group of friends behind them. “Are they mocking you again?”
“No, they set us up.” Myrtle murmured, taking her cup filled with reddish liquid between her shaking hands.
“What do you mean? You need help?” Robert asked, throwing an eloquent glance at her wife. Cora shook her head.
“No, you go. We'll manage, somehow.” She smiled and sighed loudly. “I'm sorry Myrtle but we must drink this.”
“No, I can not.” the girl shook violently her head.
“We have no choice.” Cora sighed and gulped down the content of her glass, leaving just a few drops on the bottom.
Myrtle didn't reply and did the same.
Five minutes later, they were all sitting in a circle of cushions, under a white tent with a very short legged table in the middle of them. They were six: Cora, Myrtle, the baroness, Sarah and other two, twin sisters coming from Edinburgh to pay a visit to their relative.
It made Cora a little uneasy that everyone obviously knew about Myrtle and Sarah's need to pee. Nobody seemed to care about that, not that they could talk about it, of course, but what made Cora mad was the baroness, always daring them to drink more tea. She looked so willing to find out who would give up first.
And she didn't even know about her own need, thank God! Those were two fine English girl – even if Myrtle wasn't noble – she couldn't even imagine she would have done with her! Well, she did, actually, because now that the baroness was playing with those two, Cora couldn't help but notice that it was almost the same game she endured when she was the one suffering.
Cora sighed, pretending to sip from her cup which surprisingly hosted the same amount of liquid after every gulp. Fortunately, this time, the attentions weren't for her.
She could only feel sorry for Myrtle, now squirming impatiently, sometimes even closing her eyes, when the baroness offered more tea to Sarah and vice versa. Myrtle and Sarah were desperate. Everybody knew that and no one could do anything.
Cora, on the other hand, was distracted by her own impelling need: her bladder felt incredibly heavy and an odd warmness was spreading at her core. She wasn't sure it was a leaking of just sweat, because she felt generally hot and down there, her muscles were working hard to avoid the yearned release and also to fight her own bladder, which was spasming terribly, more and more often now, since it had its first, uncompleted relief.
She'd strategically sat down on the top of a small pyramid of three cushions, and placed herself right in the middle in a half-sitting, half-kneeling position. The third cushions was between her legs, its stuffed corner pointing upward, pressing rather annoyingly to her center; but it was helping and that was the only thing that mattered.
Cora stared with difficulty as her friends was forced to squirm like mad and gulp down cup after cup, until it was too late and her hand flew between her legs like it had its own will. Myrtle's face grew more red, like never before, and a soft giggling spread around the small group, starting from the baroness and ending with the twins. Sarah was gasping loudly, gripping to a cushion, refusing so hard to grip at her own crotch even if that was the only real thing she wanted to do and it was written all over her face.
“Looks like we've got a winner.” the baroness said proudly, but it was then that Cora noticed a darker shadow spreading near her. And the source of it was Sarah.
A squirming, red, mortified Sarah wiggling her legs and making a mess with the smaller cushions in front of them as she tried to stop the flow that gushed out from between her legs. At some point her knee bumped into the small table and knocked all the cups.
“Sarah!” the baroness screamed, jumping onto her feet, quickly mirrored by the twins.
“I- I can't stop!” Sarah whimpered and Cora stared at the poor girl with her wet dress. Her bladder was spasming and she had to focus to push back the will of grabbing herself to a corner of her head.
“You're such a disappointment!” the baroness scolded and left, chaperoned by the other two.
Sarah was left alone in her warm puddle, which kept growing in size as the girl stayed there, watching as her accident made itself more and more noticeable.
Cora felt sorry for her and Myrtle.. Myrtle almost didn't even noticed. Or she did and she was trying her best to control herself: all that tea and the sight of the relief right in front of her, she sound of the drops falling from the dress and hitting the carpet. Everything was torture. It was a torture for Cora, she couldn't imagine what it was for Myrtle.
Nevertheless, she wanted to end her friend's suffering. She wasn't like her, after all, she couldn’t possibly enjoy the feeling, since she'd been complaining since she first arrived. But now.. now they had an ally, right?
“Sarah, don't worry. You'll be fine.” Cora tried to sound comforting toward the girl, but Sarah kept staring at the void, also, her brow seemed to get increasingly wrinkled.
“Spare me.” She grunted. “Happy? You filthy peasant!” she screamed, this time she was talking to Myrtle, who rose two big, watery eyes as her lips were parted into a silent scream and both of her hands were buried down her crotch area.
“I didn't do anything!” Myrtle screamed back, her voice quivered.
“You didn't that's right! So I lost it!” Sarah whimpered, still angry “And now I lost the baroness' sympathy too!” She gasped and stood up with some difficulty. The front of her dress was completely soaked but she didn't seem to care a bit. “Go on and pee! You won!” She spat and ran away, trying to cover herself with her closed umbrella.
Cora watched the scene with shock on her face. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen nor heard.
“I'm losing it.” Myrtle whimpered loudly.
Cora nodded and tried to stand up. The heaviness on her bladder worked hard on her muscles and the brick she was storing inside dropped dangerously further down.
Se crossed her ankles under her dress and tried to act normal as she offered her friend a hand to stand as well.
Myrtle leaned almost completely on top of her and the extra weight made her silently whimper.
“Myrtle, if you don't want to end up like Sarah you must do something!” She warned. Oh how much she wanted to 'do something' herself!
“I must ask for the bathroom, I have no choice.” the girl sobbed, and pulled Cora – for as much as she could – toward a group of servant discussing the better way to serve the beverages.
Five minutes later – which seemed like hundreds for poor Myrtle – they were heading toward the bathrooms, escorted by a kind maid which swore not to talk to anyone about that inconvenience. Myrtle was walking oddly but no one could tell if it was for desperation or for a sore ankle, which was pretty good.
Cora envied her: she was past pride and past the consideration of what a proper lady had to do, she just went to ask where the loo was and now she was in there, few seconds away to let the river flow.
Cora was on the other side of the door, swinging slightly from one foot to the other, waiting patiently in the silence of a hollow corridor.
And then.. she heard it. The muffled sigh coming from Myrtle, the loud hissing, the powerful stream hitting the wall of the bowl, going on for ages.
It was too much to handle. Cora grabbed herself hard, through the dress as her other hand went to search through the folds of her skirts until it reached the inner one, the cottony fabric of her undergarments, open at her crotch area. She pushed her forefinger directly on her engorged pearl to transport her focus from her pulsating core to her throbbing skin and it worked for a moment. Then, stronger, it came back the sensation of a wave hitting the lower barrier of her bladder.
Her finger touched something wet and hot.
Cora slammed her thighs back together hard and removed her hand to avoid a more consistent leaking. Why touching herself didn't help her like always?
She stayed frozen for a minute or two, gasping hard and rubbing her knees together. Myrtle was still peeing, softly now, but still peeing.
Cora sighed and closed her eyes.
“Who's in there?!”
Cora shot her eyes open with her heart thumping in her throat. It wasn't a familiar voice and it scared the hell out of her. The damp feeling between her legs was a painful proof of that.
“No one, ma'am.” Cora promptly answered.
“Don't play with me, child. I prayed it was you the weak soul who wanted to be a lady but isn't able but.. it's Myrtle. I knew it wasn't suitable for my son!”
Cora's heart started to run. She was sorry for Myrtle but.. what about her reputation too? She'd worked so hard with Violet and now Myrtle's mother-in-law was about to threaten everything?
“She really had no choice.” Cora murmured.
“Poor Sarah lost her battle but she fought!” The older woman pointed out. “Go now child. Your family is looking for you.” she sternly said. “Unfortunately for me, I know you didn't do anything wrong.”
Cora wasn't sure how to feel about that last sentence, but she was thankful that she was safe, at least. But.. what about poor Myrtle?
“Give her a second chance, will you?” Cora tried, swallowing hard at the muffled sobbing sound coming from behind the door.
“I said go.” the woman repeated.
“Go, Cora. I'll be fine.” Myrtle's voice sounded awful. “Thank you for being a good friend.”
Reluctantly, Cora left her friends alone. But happily she found out that Violet decided it was time to return home already. She didn't know the source of that miracle, but frankly she didn't care. Something about a mismatch between her mother-in-law and the duke, her husband had told her; but as long as it was something that could take her home and save her from embarrassment, Cora wasn't about to ask questions.
She would have written to Myrtle as soon as she got home.
“How are you, darling?” Robert asked preoccupied as soon as they got into the carriage.
“I'm surviving.” Cora chuckled, leaning her back to her seat so she could relax a bit more her tensed muscles.
“I saw you heading with Myrtle to the loo?” He inquired. There was some sort of hope in his eyes and the fact that he didn't want her to suffer to the point that he clearly hoped for a yes, despite everything that came with such an answer, really made her happy.
“Poor Myrtle had no choice. I stayed to guard but..” Cora sighed, chewing on her lip.
“But?”
“I didn't do a good job because she was being loud and she was making me more desperate and I closed my eyes and her mother-in-law caught us.” She shook her head and unintentionally crossed her legs.
“What did she say?” He asked alarmed.
“To me? Nothing. But poor Myrtle..” Cora sighed again, rubbing her hand on her lower abdomen. It was hard and even if she was applying the slightest pressure, she could definitely feel a burning sensation down to her hole. Her tensed skin screamed for release. She gasped.
“How bad is it?” Robert inquired.
“It's bad. Your drink dropped directly in my tummy and those sips of tea did wonders to my brain.” She sighed, slightly irritated.
“I figured it.” He said.
Cora only then noticed he was carrying the most malicious smile upon his face.
“You did?” She asked with a smirk, shifting a little on the seat and turning her torso toward her husband.
“I brought you a gift.” He nodded and, from the basket, he pulled out an empty flute for champagne.
“What's that for?” Cora asked confused, eying the shiny glass. Of course, they couldn't walk out of the carriage with a suspicious flute full of yellow liquid, nor they could toss its content out of the window.
“Don't worry, my dearest.” Robert chuckled, almost as he could read her mind. “It's for later.”
He hid the glass inside his jacket with a swift movement, the same smoothness Cora used to hid her hand between her legs, under her skirt, massaging mildly her dripping folds. Her muscles clenched, the sloshing ocean inside of her magically settling; she could tell he had something in mind and the thrill was overwhelming.
If that was a challenge, she accepted. She could definitely save her fullness for a later entertainment.
So there she was, shutting her eyes as she was trying to shut her muscles, all the while the carriage loped down the path. The way home seemed shorter, in a way, which amused her, how that feeling was the same in every journey and also delighted her, now, given the situation.
Thankfully, the Countess decided to have dinner in her room that night, claiming a terrible headache, which meant she would retire as soon as they'd crossed the front door.
They didn't see why they couldn't do the same.
Cora was rubbing her thighs together, in the hall, patiently waiting for her husband to explain that, given the big meal they both had during the party, they preferred not to eat at all. Both her maid and his valet seemed confused, trying more than once to suggest a light broth or a simple tea with toast. It goes without saying that at the thought of tea – or hot steaming broth, for the records – Cora's bladder boiled within her, sending a sharp wave of desperation down to her center.
She gasped lightly, covering her mouth with her gloved hand and faked a small yawn, at which both the member of the staff responded with a sympathetic glance. Maybe they'd finally convinced themselves?
“Oh and that would be all,” Robert added with a neutral smile “you're both dispensed for the night. See you tomorrow morning.”
Cora felt her cheek on fire at the implication. She hardly thought she could stay still while her maid took off her dress and unpin her hair and dress her for the night, but saying out that they would spend the night together was an entirely different matter.
“Goodnight milord, milady.” They both bowed and she replied with a timid goodbye.
“Robert you're-” She clenched her teeth, a new wave of desperation forcing her to double over.
“Forget it, I don't want to wait a second more.” He replied with enthusiasm, pushing on the handle and open the door for her, which locked behind his back half a second later.
“I don't think I can wait a second more.” Cora chuckled, though she was panting, still slightly bowed, now with her hand at her crotch, her wide dress with a cleft in the middle.
“That's what I thought.” He smiled back, walking next to her. “And it makes you so beautiful.” He added with a sigh.
At the low parlor light of the room, the warmness spreading from the mantel, she indeed was beautiful and her soft panting, her uneven dance, her attempting backing toward the bed to have some sort of support enhanced her beauty, at his eyes.
Cora giggled, the fullness in her body sinking lower and lower each tick of the clock.
She watched carefully her husband's moves as he removed his jacket and suspenders, leaving them hanging at his sides, and built a throne of pillows against the head of the bed; he removed the covers and rushed in the adjacent bathroom to retrieve some towels, which he folded and placed on the linens. Lastly, he put the flute on the bedside table and walked hurriedly at her side.
“You thought of everything, I see.” She beamed, drawing a small breath when she felt his fingers work on the laces of her dress until it finally came undone and roll off of her. Cora stepped out of it with no small difficulties, her hands finally touching her bare skin at her womanhood, hot and pulsating and screaming its release.
“I had some free time.” He replied with a chuckle and hurriedly looked for the corset.
“Leave it.” She said with a challenging tone. “The opening it's on the front, I'll manage. At the right time.” The corner of her mouth tilted deliciously up. “Now tell me what you'd like to do.”
“I just want to see how many flutes are in you.” Robert said with a playful tone.
“One at the time?” Cora asked. That implied that she needed to control her flow each time, and wait while he emptied the glass somewhere – perhaps on command too.
“How's that sounds?” He looked thrilled.
“Sounds challenging.” Cora nodded. “I like it.”
She walked stiffly to the bed, rubbing her feet against the carpet, fearing that one daring move would compromise her hold. Cora fell on top of the bed, which bounced vigorously under her weight, making her regret the decision of letting her body fall down loose end. The water inside of her sloshed unmerciful inside her bladder, stretching its walls in various ways.
Her slender fingers explored her folds and plugged the leaking hole, her thighs shut and her breathing irregular.
When she decided it was safe to move again, she shifted into the bed, settling her bum on the folded towel, and propped her back against the pillows.
She was shaking, her knees bent up as her hand rubbed her center, waiting for the right moment to remove it and let her husband free access to start their new game.
Robert gently sat to her side, his torso turned to her, her quivering legs in front of her and he started to rub her thigh, whispering encouraging words as he held the flute in his hand.
Cora smiled and tried to relax. She tilted her head back and slowly, very slowly, removed her hand, which was moist and hot, and closed it into a fist around the sheets.
“This is going to be very hard.” She panted, a grin spreading across her face as she carefully parted her knees from each other.
She clenched harder her inner muscles, trying to mimic the procedure with her jaw; small sparkles of sweat adorning her forehead as she spread her legs wide for him, leaving him to look freely at her pulsating womanhood, her muscles contracting to keep everything inside.
Cora couldn't stay still and her hips rolled on their own, yet she was determined in keeping her thighs wide open. She was contorting, but from her waist up.
“Hold it?” Robert proposed and she just nodded. His hands moved from the outside of her thigh to the inner part of it. The crotch open underwear framing the divine vision before him.
A glimpse of water peeked through her stretched folds and he hurriedly put the flute against the leaking. It was a single drop, which caused a long moan to escape Cora's lip, but it remained alone and it slid to the bottom of the glass in no time.
“Not yet.” Cora murmured, her hand balling to her side and settling to the bump of her bladder. It was small, squished inside the corset, but she knew it would have been much bigger without any clothes on – oh, if she knew!
“You can fill your first flute whenever you want, darling.” He said gently, keeping the glass under her throbbing hole.
“Have you ever seen Belle?” Cora asked, with no warning whatsoever. It was clear that seen Belle meant actually seen some private part of the girl, but her tone wasn't angry, not at all. It was clear she was just curious and, why not, also intrigued by what he might told her.
“I'd lie if I say no.” Robert confessed with the same grimace she had “But her shows were quite poor.”
“I'm better?” Cora chuckled, her fingers indulging on her folds, insinuating between her skin and the glass for a quick rub.
“Far better.” He nodded “You're perfect and mine.”
“Good.” She beamed, and after a little push on her center, she put both of her hands on the opening of the corset, unbuttoning it with a click. “Has she ever shown you this?” Cora asked, as the elastics and the whale's bones returned to their original form.
“You're so beautiful.” He murmured in awe, sliding the cloth off her torso to reveal a protruding round bulge right above her dark patch of hair.
Both of her hands went to cradle it, tasting its absolute fullness, her bladder about to burst any moment.
“I'm about to lose it.” She whispered behind clenched teeth.
“Then do it, my darling.” He smiled, fixing his eyes upon the flute.
At first there was another drop, which blended with the first at the bottom of the glass. Yellow and translucent liquid dancing in circles, just the smallest part of the flow that was inside of her. Then there was a small leaking and then a spurt.
A more consistent stream fell into the glass, a controlled one, which made Cora sweat with the effort.
“Do I have to stop?” Cora panted. She'd peed, but she felt like she'd released only a drop compared with what was storing inside her.
“Stop.” He confirmed, when the liquid was nearing the edge.
The stream got thinner, then transformed into spurts before stopping completely.
“I won't be able to keep it for long, now.” Cora whined, her hand immediately rubbing her center to plug the water in. She was wet and dribbling and now her whole body was claiming the full emptiness of her bladder.
Having to stop after ten seconds was a real torture. She felt like the brick inside of her had moved even lower in her abdomen.
“I'll be right back.” Robert assured, standing up and emptying the flute into a bucket, which he carried closed to the bed. “One.”
“It's too much.” She breathed, rocking on her bum as the waves hit her hard. “I'm leaking again.”
Robert brought the glass under her hand, capturing the drops that seeped through her fingers. She only moved her hand up few millimeters and the pee sloshed inside the glass.
“Two.” He counted as he emptied it into the bucket. The sound was hell's cry in Cora's ears. It was amazing, for her, how could she fight her own body like that, responding to each spasm with a clench of muscles and a rub of her sex, focusing her mind on the painful and delighted feeling on her bundle of nerves rather than the stinging sensation at the base of her hole.
Robert counted three, four, seven, then he reached ten and fifteen and still she had to go badly. She needed to rub her folds and shut her thighs every once in a while, trying to keep the remaining inside.
She massaged the tense skin on her lower abdomen, which got a little smaller, but it was still round and firm, resembling a balloon. Cora felt like she could go on peeing for ages.
“How about we switch roles?” Cora panted, stretching her wet hand toward him, showing her will to hold the empty glass herself. She was tired because of the continuous rubbing and her arm was starting to ache.
“Of course, my dear.” Robert nodded with a bright smile, carefully placing his bolder fingers to her hole, the back of his fingers so he could rub more gently against her.
Cora kept the edge of the glass close to her as she pressed her sex against the light caress of her husband, his other free hand stroking the roundness of her belly.
“I need to pee.” She told him, feeling like she'd repeated that same words forever and when he moved to her bundle of nerves, now swollen and pulsating, a golden stream rushed out of her into the flute.
“Stop.” He said and stole the glass from her hand to empty it, just to returned it to her a second later. “How do you feel?” He asked. He noticed that the rocking had reduced, while the spasms were more frequent.
“Better. I don't think there's much more inside, but-” She panted, pressing hard her middle on the back of his fingers, his thumb wet from its plugging directly to her hole. “but it's so difficult to keep it in.”
“Try to.” Robert said and from the way the words had come out, it was clear that he was smiling. Grinning actually. “If these are the last glasses-”
“They are.” She nodded vigorously, mimicking his expression. She was always down for new challenges.
“Hold it as much as you can, then.” Robert said and brought his other hand to join his first.
Like the first night, he placed his open hands on her womanhood, covering it completely, and then, gently, she forced her legs to spread wider. His thumbs trailed down from her protruding peak to her slit, stroking gently her dripping hole.
Her muscles were clenching desperately and delicious moans were filling his ears.
He put his thumbs to each side of her leaking opening and spread her gently, until the water started to come out on its own.
Cora's hands were shaking as she held the glass in place, collecting everything that was escaping her hopeless hold, her limbs convulsing, her heart galloping inside her chest for the effort.
“I can't stop this time!” She groaned, as the nineteenth flute couldn’t welcome its content and the water overflowed on the towel.
“Don't.” Robert removed his hands to catch the glass before she let it drop completely and emptied it into the bucket as she spread her legs wider, relaxing her thighs to let her bladder empty completely onto the towel.
He could have count up to twenty-two, maybe, with everything that was in the towel.
Cora pushed everything out before collapsing onto the pillow behind her, panting and sweating, chuckling because if someone would have seen her now, he would have thought she had just delivered a baby, but no, just her own pee.
“Magnificent, my darling.” Robert's sweet voice joined her content smile as she felt him moving around the room, collecting the towel and the bucket, bringing her nightgown and preparing the bed for the both of them. “Someone deserves a new dress.” He smiled.
“That sounds nice.” Cora agreed. Of course, it was something Violet had planned for a long time and she couldn't see a reason why they couldn't transform it into a more amusing trip than just a plain day of shopping.
It was such a warm thing to plan, as she drifted into slumber next to her husband.
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So I have decided to write a Marvel Vs. D. C. Omo Fanfic and I was planning on writing the first three days but I only wrote 1 and ran out of time. I'll upload the next two days later. Past that I have no plans :P. Anyways, here's the first day of it. I'm sorry about Selina not acting like Selina and that it probably kinda sucks.
Part One
Marilynn Lynn pulled out a lock-pick out the pocket of her skin-tight, black cat outfit. She wore a cat outfit because she idolized Catwoman, she loved her ever since she got into the crime business. She was about to break into a jewelry store. The suit had short cat ears so they didn't stick out and it had a cat mask that had whiskers and large see-through yellow eyes. It lacked a tail due to her fear of it poking out and triggering something. She had short blonde hair and shiny light green eyes, she had red lipstick under her mask and she was pretty short. She was very light and flexible and great at aerobatics, she had a lot of stamina, she could run for hours, she was incredibly swift as well. She could out match almost any normal person in a fight using her speed but her defense relied mostly on gadgets she created and built.
She opened the door and realized she was in the bathroom, she also saw three girls dressed in guards uniforms staring at her. She quickly jumped, pinning one down and kicking the other two in their faces. One falls down and lands pretty hard on a corner and stays down, the other falls back a bit and leans against a wall. Marilynn stands on the guard she pinned down's throat and slammed the other guard's head against a wall, knocking her out. She pins down the last guard again and held her hand onto her mouth as she screamed. She pulled out a tranquilizer and injected it into the guard and in seconds she passed out. Marilynn looked at the stalls, she felt her bladder twinge a little, she didn't realize this until now but she could really use a toilet break. She opened the stall door and went in but then remembered, she's in a full-body skin-tight suit, which isn't easy to get in and out of whenever you want. She groaned and shifted weight from foot to foot, thinking about what to do. She figured she could hold it until after the robbery, it's not like it would take that long anyways, it's just a jewelry store.
She tied up the guards together with duct tape and taped their mouths shut and placed them in a stall to hide them. She slowly opened the door and looked around. There was no one around but two cameras looking down two corridors, she walks slowly under one of the cameras, until she realized there was a camera just above the bathroom door. The camera sees her and an alarm is triggered. She runs back through the bathroom and out the store, using a grappling hook, she climbed up a neighboring building and pulled out some binoculars, watching from a distance. She notices a woman in a shiny leather black suit on the roof of the store, quickly whipping onto another building. She could identify that woman anywhere, it was her idol, Catwoman. She couldn't believe this, she whip to the building across from her, and from the look Marilynn saw, she knew Catwoman saw her. She made her way to Marilynn and stood in front of her, with a face that could only be described as annoyed.
This is perfect, just perfect! Out of all the ways she could meet her idol, it had to be because she messed up a robbery they were doing. She took the cat-mask off and began to sweat profusely out of nervousness and shame.
"I-I'm sorry Miss Catwoman! I swear it was an accident!", Marilynn began, looking down in shame.
Catwoman rolled her eyes, "Kid, maybe you should stick to robbing people or convenient stores and leave store robbing to the big girls.", she said. Marilynn was slightly offended, she was an 18 year old (well, 18 in a week) woman, she was not a little kid.
"Excuse me, Miss Catwoman, but I've done this since I was 16 (well, a week away from 17) and I know how to rob a store, this is not my first rodeo! I swear this was the only time something like this happened, I usually see all the cameras and avoid them.", she explained.
"Yeah, I doubt that.", Catwoman said.
"I could prove it, if you could let me come with you I'll show you I'm a great robber!", Marilynn says confidently and nervously, was she really about to argue with her idol?
Catwoman laughed, "ok, here's a deal, I was planning on robbing a bank just outside of Gotham, if you join a robbery with me and if we get caught, I'll take 10,000 dollars from your bank account, however, if we don't you get 75% of the loot. Deal?", Marilynn couldn't believe this. Not only was she about to go do a robbery with her hero but she was going to make more than her?! Only for a simple bank heist?! She's in!
"You're on!", Marilynn said. 'You're on... urine... oh crap! Is still need to pee! Oh well, I can hold it. Ohhh, this suit is really crushing my bladder! I probably don't even have to go that bad, but this suit is squishing my bladder, making it feel full. Oh well, this won't be that hard.', Marilynn though as she shifted weight from one foot to the other.
"Alright, get in my car", Catwoman says as she get in the driver's seat of her car. Marilynn got on the passenger side of the car and laid back, crossing her legs. Catwoman begins to speed down the road, causing Marilynn to sink further down into her seat. This catches her by surprise and she leaks a little, but thankfully her suit was black so it didn't show. They sped down the streets to the bank and park far away, they then watch the bank from the roof of a building across it.
"Alright, now it's time for you to see how a real bank robber does things", Catwoman says, "what's your name anyways?"
"Marilynn", Marilynn replies, Catwoman slaps her in the back of her head, "not you're real name you idiot! Like how I'm Catwoman but obviously my real name isn't Catwoman, what's yours?", she explains.
Marilynn shrugs, "I don't know, never thought of one"
"Yeah, well you're SneakCattack now", Catwoman said.
'SneakCattack, kinda cheesy but I like it.', she thought as she pulled out binoculars and watched around the store, she decided to grappling hook to the roof of the bank and slide there. She quickly and quietly to the door as she begins to lock-pick the roof door. Catwoman whips to the roof and meets SneakCattack there.
"SneakCattack?! What are you doing?! There's probably an alarm system and-"
"Calm down, I've already got that taken care off", SneakCattack says as she pushes the door open. There is no alarm and SneakCattack quickly slides down the rail to the top floor, just below the roof.
SneakCattack lock-picks the next door and opens it slowly to see a guard, Catwoman walked up to SneakCattack. "Do you see anything?", she says loudly, alerting the guard. SneakCattack quickly shoots a tranquilizer dart at his head and pulls him into the room with her grappling hook. She hid him under the stairs and waited for the alarm to trigger, but nothing happened, the security guard must have been looking away from that camera and the cameras must not have audio.
"I think the guard was looking away from that camera screen and the camera's must not have audio.", SneakCattack says. "That's good", Catwoman whispers. SneakCattack lightly slaps Catwoman in the right arm. "Stop fucking talking so loud!", she quietly yells, Catwoman laughs quietly. "Just help me find the security camera room.", SneakCattack says. Catwoman points to a room across the stairwell and loudly asks, "Is that it?". SneakCattack pushes her against a wall and covers her mouth, she pulls her fist back aiming it at her, if she wasn't her idol she would be locked behind some bars in the Arkham Prison with some pretty dark bruises everywhere.
SneakCattack used her grappling hook to quickly zoom to the other side when she saw that the coast was clear, followed by Catwoman. She pulled out a knife that heated up to 1000 degrees Fahrenheit when activated. She whispered to Catwoman, "keep an eye out for any guards" as she cut the lock bar of the door and opened it wide open. There was a guard inside so SneakCattack quickly ran up to him and held the knife at his throat as she pulled out a syringe. "Hey, Sneak, there's two guards coming up the stairwell right now", Catwoman said. SneakCattack stabbed the guard and he passed out, when she turned around and looked at Catwoman she saw her just stand there and stare at her. SneakCattack groaned and shot out of the room, jumping out of the doorway and shooting both guards with a tranquilizer dart from her wrist. She readied her hand like she was about to slap the shit out of Catwoman but she heard a "Hello? Hello?" from the guard's walkie-talkie. She quickly ran to it and answered it, "uhhh... I'm sorry, I saw down and accidentally hit the button", the voice responded, "oh, ok" and hung up.
SneakCattack picked up the two bodies and threw them in the security camera room. She felt a twinge in her bladder and had to hunch forward and grab herself a little, she felt pretty desperate to piddle, but she couldn't leave the operation with four unconscious guard and she DEFINITELY couldn't trust Catwoman all by herself! She'll just have to hold it and delay nature a bit. She looked through the cameras to analyze her surroundings, it was a three story bank, two story bank with an indoor balcony as a third floor really, there were quite a few guards, 12 to be specific. She was going to have to either rob the place behind everyone's back or knock everyone out, the latter seeming to be much easier. She crossed and uncrossed her legs constantly to avoid her bladder being a distraction. Catwoman walked around for a bit and whistled, she was pissing SneakCattack off, a lot! She decided that she needed to get rid of the guard answering the radioes, then it should be a piece of cake.
She was about to walk down the stairs but Catwoman tripped her and she was about to fall forward but did a cartwheel down the stairs and landed on her feet. She gave Catwoman a very furious look that was covered by her mask but she knew, she knew very well that SneakCattack was mad, and it was nearly impossible not to burst into laughter. She angrily walked down to the second floor and snuck around to see if the radio room was down their, she didn't know which room it was in. There wasn't exactly a giant sign that yelled "RADIO ROOM". She saw a guard and quickly ducked behind a corner, Catwoman walked into the corridor and pointed to him, "hey, look at this dude's mustache. It looks like-", she is cut off when SneakCattack pushes her and shoots the guard in the lung with a dart. "Did you say something?", a female guard called out, she walked into the corridor and saw the other guard laying on the floor face first. Before she knows what's going on, she is pulled by SneakCattack's grappling hook and she was holding her up with her forearm by the throat so she wouldn't yell. She could see her angry eyes through the yellow eyes and must have gotten pretty scared because next thing SneakCattack knew she heard a loud hissing noise and was standing in a large pool of urine. It wasn't her puddle of piddle though, it was the guard's, she gave a face with a mixture of embarrassment and fear.
"I-I-I...", she began until SneakCattack punched her lights out with all the rage Catwoman gave her. She fell down face first into her puddle, her shirt now soaked along with her pants and SneakCattack was pretty sure the guard's radio short-circuited from the urine. The guard's pee got on SneakCattack's outfit but it just rolled off since it was leather, but the sight, smell, and feel of warm pee on her caused her to break into a mini-dance. Catwoman giggled, she didn't notice SneakCattack's little dance. "Pissy cat, pissy cat", she sings jokingly when she sees the guard pee on her. Hearing the word 'piss' only made her need much worse but she wasn't about to do a potty dance like a little girl in front of her now-semi-idol, so she decided to grind against a railing. "Come on", Catwoman said, "we've got more guards to get rid off, you can't just grind things when we're in an operation", Catwoman explained. SneakCattack stopped and snuck around to find the room.
What the fuck is happening to her right now? She was about to pee her pants next to her idol who was determined to make sure she failed. If she went back in time and told her younger self this should would have called the crazy house. She snapped out of this thought when Catwoman tripped her, and again she did a cartwheel so she didn't fall down and cause a ruckus. She stopped and clenched her hands into a fist and presses her legs tightly together, Catwoman thought it was because she was mad at her, but the actual reason was because she felt a tiny spurt and wanted to do a full on potty dance right there but couldn't, her semi-idol was watching and giggled. She felt tingles come up her spine, but her fears were put to rest when she heard Catwoman said "I love annoying you, you get so mad!". They continued to sneak until they passed the radio room.
"Hey, maybe this is the room", Catwoman says loudly. On the other side of the door, a man asks "who's there?". SneakCattack pushed Catwoman out of the way and cut the lock-bar and pushed the door open, picking the guard up and slamming his head onto the table. With the radio and cameras out the rest of the mission was a piece of cake, just shoot all the guards or knock them out by beating them up. Then they opened the safe with SneakCattacks knife and spent 2 hours loading the doe into Catwoman's trunk. That day, SneakCattack learned that 2 hours + a mind-numbingly tedious and boring task + a full bladder =/= a good experience. When she got into Catwoman's car she was on the verge of an explosion and her skin-tight suit crushed her bladder. She tightly crossed her legs and squirmed in her seat with both hands in her crotch. Catwoman gave her a confused look, "the robbery is over, we have all the money and everyone is still unconscious, why are you so nervous?", Catwoman asked. SneakCattack had to think do a lie, she wasn't about to say "oh, I'm about to pee my suit because I've been bursting for a pee for the last three hours", especially not in HER car! "I always get nervous after heists, I always feel that we're being watched and followed", she explains. Catwoman shrugged, "I understand, after a few big heists you'll get used to it and understand that no one knows", she explained. They made it to Catwoman's base and she sighed.
"I guess I lost kid, once I cash in the money, you get 75%. You won even when I tried to make you fail... to an extent of course! You're almost as good a burglar as I am with those gizmos", Catwoman said. SneakCattack smiled, there were two things she could think right now, "Holy shit! Catwoman just accepted defeat AND admitted that I'm a pretty good robber! Oh my god this is the bestest day ever!", and "Holy shit, I need to pee so damn badly!". SneakCattack felt so complemented by this, she felt a bit cocky at that point. "Well, almost as good as a burglar as I am", Catwoman said. "Nope, how about another bet? I bet your I'm the better burglar!", SneakCattack said smiling as she took her mask off. Catwoman smiled, "alright, you're on!", "Ugh! Urine! Urine! Urine! I need to pee so damn badly! I gotta goooo!", SneakCattack thought as she bounces a bit. "How about this, we both go out and rob something, whoever gets the most money out of their loot wins, we meet here tomorrow at 11 o'clock PM", Catwoman says. "You're... Agreed! Fair game!", SneakCattack says. Catwoman smiled, "great, prepare to lose! Now get out!", she said as she got out of the car. SneakCattack got out too and left her hideout.
As soon as SneakCattack was out of the hideout she took off down the street as fast as she could with her hands in her crotch. Every thirty seconds she would leak and after every leak she ran faster and faster. She ran faster than she ever ran in her life that night, well, technically that morning, the sun began to come out. She made it to her house with her outfit drenched but you couldn't tell by how dark it was. Her parents weren't there (she was going to move out in a week) and so she unlocked the door with her key in her pocket and she dashed to the bathroom. Lucky for her, it was just in front of the entrance door. She ran in the bathroom and looked away from the toilet, she quickly unzipped her outfit and began to pee herself. She practically jumped on the toilet and finally let loose. Her outfit now down to her shins, she didn't have time to take her panties off, she was pissing forcefully into the toilet below her through her panties. She moaned so loudly in relief that she was pretty sure she woke the neighbors up, heck the loud ass piss stream probably woke the town up! For a few seconds she couldn't even hear her thoughts past the loud stream. She relaxed and breathed deeply, she finally relaxed after 3 hours of distress. She felt her bladder slowly deflate and after about 2 minutes her stream died out. She felt amazing! It felt almost orgasmic! She rubbed her now tired bladder and gave a deep breath of relief.
She pulled the handle on the toilet to flush it, but it didn't flush. She got up and looked at the toilet, the water rose, she guessed that her toilet was stopped up. She looked down at her pink panties, obviously there was a large stain, she didn't think that the stain would wash out. She was going to fix the toilet later, right now she was thinking about a place to rob to out-profit Catwoman. She thought about one place that anyone with young children or any historian or archeologist would know is full of expensive stuff. The museum.
Please tell me what you think and offer some criticism :) sorry that it's not very good
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Harry Potter omorashi fanfic with some drarry;) this is my first ever story on here so please be nice {1} Harry's accident...
Harry was sitting in Snape's Potions class squirming on his seat. Luckily no one could see him since he sat all the way in the back of the classroom right in between Ron and Hermoine. That last one was way too busy writing down everything Snape said so she didn't notice his desperation.
He really needed to use the bathroom. He already had to go at the end of Transfiguration but he thought he could use the bathroom quickly in between classes. Too bad Snape was already waiting for them in the hallway and they all had to go straight to the classroom.
Harry looked at the clock. It was only twenty more minutes. It wasn't that long. He could do this. He had to, he really didn't want to ask Snape if he could go to the restroom now. He wouldn't allow him. Therefore he hated Harry too much.
Harry tried his best to pay attention which was really hard because he kept focussing on his full bladder. He hadn't used the bathroom today and it was almost lunch so he really had to go now.
Harry couldn't sit still, he kept moving on his seat trying to relieve some of the pressure on his bladder.
It wasn't the first time he was desperate in class, once he had drank a lot of water before Defense against The Dark Arts and he had to go real badly. Luckily his teacher was professor Lupin and he knew about Harry's bladder trouble. Ever since he had met Harry for the first time on the Hogwarts Express and he helped him to clean himself up after he had an accident.
This time it was professor Snape and he wouldn't be this nice. Harry was not going to wet himself during this class though. He just couldn't do it.He had to hold it. He was 14 so he should've to be able to hold it for another fifteen minutes.
At least that's what he tried to tell himself. His bladder was telling him otherwise. The pressure got worse every minute and Harry was now really uncomfortable. He knew he couldn't wait until the end of class so he raised his hand, more nervous than ever. Because one: he was embarrassed to ask it cause they had class with the Slytherins and two: Snape hated him and he would never allow him to leave the classroom. Harry had no other choice though. He sat there raising his hand for quite a while since Snape had seen it but he just ignored him. He kept squirming on his seat and his desperation was now very visible.
Snape looked at him annoyed.
'Yes Potter?'
Harry got all nervous and his hand was all sweaty.
'Can I please go to the restroom, Sir?' He asked, his voice sounded shaky.
Snape now looked even more annoyed.
'Haven't I told before that no one leaves my class before the bell rings?'
Harry felt another wave of desperation hit him and he bit his lip, squeezing his thighs together to hold back the flow.
'I know Sir...' He answered. 'But I really need to go...'
It was obvious that he was dying for a pee but Snape ignored it.
'It's only 10 minutes left, Potter. You can wait.'
Harry knew he couldn't but he didn't say anything. He could see Malfoy -who was sitting at the other side of the class- laughing.
'Harry Potty is going to wet himself again!'
Harry felt horrible but he tried to ignore Malfoy's comment.
Hermoine and Ron looked at him worried.
'Are you okay, Harry?' Hermoine asked.
Seeing the desperate look on his face he clearly was not.
'I'm fine...' Harry lied while he grabbed his crotch, luckily he was sitting at his desk so no one could see.
He had to go so bad and it was 10 more minutes. It was impossible that he could get out of this classroom without having accident. He got even more nervous which only made it worse.
Every now and then he saw Malfoy looking at him. Grinning.
After the worst 10 minutes of his life the bell finally rang. All of the students hurried out of the classroom. Harry was surprisingly still pretty dry, he only peed a little in his underwear. He made sure Ron and Hermoine already left and he got out of the classroom as fast as he could, running to the boys bathroom at the end of the hallway. He was almost there, in a couple seconds he could finally pee. Harry's need to go got worse the closer he came to the bathroom. He was so happy that he was almost there but when he arrived he wasn't anymore...
Malfoy was standing right in front of the door to get into the toilets.
Harry suddenly felt like he was about to cry.
Just no. Malfoy smiled evil.
'Look who's there. Harry Potty!'
He started laughing hard with his own joke but Harry didn't think it was funny.
He stood there, shifting his weight from his one leg to his other trying not to wet himself.
'Come on, Malfoy!' He said annoyed. 'Let me go.'
Malfoy nodded his head.
'Why would I?'
Harry started to get even more nervous. His bladder was hurting and he started to leak. Warm pee started running into his underwear. Oh no he was having an accident...
'I need to go, Malfoy, please!' Harry said desperate while he crossed his legs tightly to stop himself from peeing. It worked but it wouldn't be for long.
Malfoy looked at him, crossing his arms in front of him.
He clearly enjoyed seeing Harry this desperate.
'You're such a baby, Potter!' He said then.
Harry was getting mad and wanted to push him so he couldn't get into the bathroom but he had to hold his crotch to make sure he wouldn't start peeing.
'Malfoy please...' Harry begged.
'Let me pass, please... I can't hold it...'
It was the truth. His bladder was about to burst and it was really hurting him.
'No, Potter.' Malfoy answered while looking at him. Harry didn't know why but he looked at him in a different way. He was still annoying but it looked like he didn't have the hatred he usually had.
Harry didn't get it.
'Please...' Harry tried again.
'Just follow me okay?' Malfoy said then.
Harry didn't care anymore and he just did what he asked. He'd do everything to use the bathroom now.
Malfoy opened the door of the boys restroom and got in there.
'Come on...'
Harry followed him and Malfoy closed the door behind him.
Harry didn't know what to do.
'Now what?' He asked, squirming.
Malfoy didn't say anything and walked up to him.
'What's are you doing...'
Harry started panicking, this caused him to pee a little more.
'Sssshhh...'
Ohhh. That noise only made him have to go worse. Harry closed his eyes and suddenly he felt Malfoy grabbing him.
'Malfoy...what...'
The blonde boy didn't listen and grabbed Harry, pushing him against the wall.
Harry didn't say anything, he was shocked and shaking because he was scared and about to pee himself.
His bladder was hurting even more and it started cramping. He knew he was gonna lose it soon.
Malfoy started touching him, first his chest then he started going lower...
Harry felt how Malfoy touched his tummy and he couldn't help it but moan.
'Ahhh...'
'Don't say anything Harry...'
Malfoy's hands went down Harry's belly to his lower stomach.
This was it, he couldn't take it anymore.
His bladder was cramping worse than before and Harry couldn't hold it any longer. The pee started dripping in his underwear, and he couldn't stop. He started peeing forcefully and the warm pee started running down his legs. He tried his best to stop it but he just couldn't. Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed relieving himself.
'Ohhh...'
When he was done peeing, his bladder still sore from the holding he opened his eyes and saw Draco still standing in front of him.
Oh god.
'Malfoy...I...I need to go now...'
He tried to get away but Malfoy didn't let him.
Harry felt so embarrassed.
Malfoy looked at him.
'No you don't.'
'What?...I don't get it.' Harry answered confused. 'Why did you do this to me?'
Malfoy didn't answer.
'You're such a baby, Potter.' He said then again.
'But I like that...'
Harry didn't believe what was happening.
'Are you telling me that...'
Malfoy came closer to Harry, his body touching Harry's.
'I've been waiting for this for so long...'
Harry still didn't get why Malfoy acted like this, but didn't do anything.
Suddenly Malfoy came even more close, closer to his face and then it happened.
He kissed him. Harry was breathing heavily, but he didn't stop him. His pants were all wet but he somehow didn't pay attention to that.
When they were done kissing they looked at each other.
Harry didn't know what to say.
This was the first time he noticed Malfoy's blue eyes. How beautiful they were.
'You're even better than I imagined.' Malfoy whispered touching Harry's hair.
Harry looked at him shy and couldn't help but smile a little.
What the hell had just happened? Draco Malfoy kissed him...
And the worst thing was that he didn't dislike it... |
I've been watching Eromanga sensei recently, and there are certain elements of that show that really jumped out at me as omo opportunities. Sadly, the author hasn't showed much interest in Omo, even though his works are generally pretty Ecchi, so I figured I'd share one of my fantasies with you guys instead. I have a few other scenarios in my head for this series, so I may add a few more chapters later. For those of you who don't know the show, I'll warn here that Sagiri is middle school aged, and though not actually related to the main character in any way, there are incest connotations.
"Perverted Onii-chan." The silver-haired artist grumbles to herself, after she pours over the latest chapter in Masamune's manuscript- specifically, the scene she's supposed to be illustrating. Of course, he doesn't know that she can only draw things she experiences herself at this point, so it's not exactly his fault, but even so, Sagiri can't help but blush and scowl at the request.
"Stupid Onii-chan." she grumbles again. The scene in question depicts one of the more popular Heroines in his Silverwolf series, she's been captured by the enemy and is currently held in a cell. The rest of the party are on their way to save her, but she has a more pressing issue- She was captured during the night, when she left the camp site to attend nature's call. It's been nearly 6 hours since then, and she's getting close to her limit.
The girl in question is... something of a parallel of Sagiri herself- another reason why she's pouting furiously as she reads about the girl's predicament. A shy, cute, younger-sister-type who, despite loving the main character, is overlooked as 'family' despite having no blood relation. Nevertheless, Sagiri's perverted side is a little curious. She's been desperate a few times since she locked herself in her room- refusing to leave to use the bathroom while Masamune is in the house and awake will do that. But it's the ending of the scene that has her red from ear to ear- the girl finally reaches her limit just before the main group arrive, and they find her crying in her own- own...
"Puddle." Sagiri says, reading the line for the tenth time. She gulps hard, her imagination running wild as she thinks about it, flip-flopping between ashamed indignation and perverse curiosity at what she's about to do. A few hours earlier, when Masamune delivered her lunch, she left him a note on the return tray, asking for a 2 liter bottle of iced kocha. She glances at the bottle now- about two thirds empty, but with droplets of condensation rolling down the side of the bottle, which acutely reminds her of just how much liquid is sloshing around in her bladder right now. Se shivers a little, squeezing her legs together and standing back up again, pacing back and forth again.
Sagiri hadn't been to the bathroom since around 5AM that morning- she always made sure to go before Masamune's alarm woke him up. And it was now almost seven in the afternoon. It was a Sunday, so of course he'd been in the house all day anyway. Normally Sagiri would be careful about how much she drank on days like this, and on occasion she'd even been forced to 'recycle' a bottle but she'd never actually had an accident. And of course, she wants her drawings to be as realistic as possible, so she's determined to... have an accident.
She'd dressed herself up in a cosplay outfit of the character she was supposed to be drawing, for maximum authenticity- it's a risqué outfit, with a tiny skirt and a midrif-baring split blouse that Sagiri would rather jump off a bridge than be seen wearing in public. She looks at herself once more in the mirror, and swears she can feel the sweat boiling off her brow her face is so red. She buries her head in her hands and squeezes her legs together again, spending a few moments bobbing up and down in place as her bladder sends yet more urgent signals that it is very close to overflowing. However, something catches her eyes, and she looks back at the mirror, gasping at what she sees.
She turns to her side a little, to observe her normally very flat tummy. There's a noticeable bulge, just above her pelvis. She touches the smooth, pale skin ever so gently, feeling how hard and full her bladder is, but then winces at the sudden twinge of pain and urgency in her nethers the slight touch brings. Her hand darts between her legs, and she squeezes as hard as she can, bending her knees and almost doubling over. The twinge lasts for a few moments, and she feels a hot sensation inching its way towards her trembling girlhood- then a sudden wetness between her legs. The urgency subsides, but when she lifts her skirt to look at the damage with tearful eyes, she sees a long, narrow wet patch on her stripy panties- that stretches from the gusset almost to the frilly bow at the waistband.
The shape of the wet patch catches her by surprise, but she realizes it must be because of her position when she leaked. Blinking away tears of embarrassment, she pushes a hand against her-now soaked- girlhood again and grabs her phone. She gingerly moves her hand away, curtseying and bobbing in place as she holds back with willpower alone, to snap a photo for reference. As soon as it's done, she tosses her phone down and shoves both hands back between her legs- another wave overcoming her. This time, it's not a slow leak- she feels the hot liquid saturate her panties and soak her hands almost before she realizes what's happening, the sensation accompanied by a soft hissing. She falls onto her knees, and wiggles her heel under herself, pushing down on it to stop the flow.
It felt like she was peeing forever, even though only a few moments had passed, but when she finally feels like she is back in control, she opens her eyes again and looks down. Her panties are completely saturated, both the front of the skirt where it's pressed between her legs, and the back where it hangs beneath her have wet patches. There's another wet patch, about the size of a grapefruit, on the floor beneath her. She takes a few short, tearful breaths, and then releases one hand's grip on her crotch to stretch out and reach for a towel she had pilfered earlier for this reason. Before she's even reached it, she whimpers and shivers, screwing her eyes shut as another wave of pressure looms.
She tenses up with all her might, trying desperately to stop this newest leak- the sudden hiss dies down to a dribble, but she can't seem to stop the flow completely and it hurts. She gasps, as a few more sudden squirts escape, rivulets forming on her upper thighs, and flowing down to soak her socks underneath. She finally shoves the towel underneath herself, still trying to halt the flow, but her long tired girlhood can't fight any more. With a half-sob, half-sigh her fading hold dissapears completely and the soft hissing grows louder.
As the tension drains from her legs, her feet splay out underneath her soaked backside, and her curled toes relax. Her pee- almost clear, from how much she'd drank that evening, is pouring out of her so quickly it actually causes her panties to swell out slightly. It flows in rivulets down her thighs, some of it falling off in torrents onto the towel underneath her, some of it clinging to her skin until it reaches her knees on the carpet, and soaking in there. The swell in her naval gradually deflates, as hours and hours of pent up pee pours out of her. It goes on for almost a full minute at that pace, before it finally subsides to a gentle trickle for another thirty seconds. She sniffles, and wipes her eyes with the back of her arm, before finally reaching for her phone. First of all, she takes a selfie from above- the perspective she's going to be drawing. She thinks about it for a moment, and then leans forwards, resting on knees and one elbow, so she can take another snap at the back of her panties.
"Stupid, Pervert, Omo-freak Onii-chan." She sniffles, one last time as she looks at herself in the mirror. But despite her teary eyes, she can't help a faint, perverse smile. |
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Conner had the children's files, and James had a notepad to write down what he observed. after about fifteen minutes, they had made a decision. Conner found a file of a girl who seemed just perfect. she was 13, his age, she was timid just like him, and she seemed friendly from what he had seen. her name was Jessica. he had gone to find her and ask some questions, only to find his dad already with her. They thanked her, and went on to discuss who they would adopt. they both immediately agreed on Jessica. unsure of what to do, they went back to Amy's office.
"you decided yet?" Amy asked.
"yes, we want the girl named Jessica" they both said in unison. James smiled. he loved that his son was like him in so many ways.
" ah, such a sweet girl. I'll go get her." Amy walked out, and returned in a matter of seconds, with Jessica following close behind.
Jessica like these people, but she was worried. she was likeable enough, but every time she was adopted, she was returned within the first week. people thought she was boring. they thought she didn't do anything other than exactly what they said. It was true, but Jessica only behaved like that because she didn't feel comfortable with them. she didn't feel like they loved her, witch made her uncomfortable. but she sensed these people would be different. maybe her time had finally come.
Amy gave James a paper to sign and all of her information. then she gave him another paper to sign. she explained a few things to Conner, but Jessica had gone through this enough times that she had almost memorized it. as she waited for her turn to sign the paper, she fidgeted in her chair as her leg bounced. she hadn't noticed before, but all the nervous adrenaline running through her body was filling her bladder quickly. Maybe she could sneak off before she went home with these new people.
once everything was settled, Amy made sure James had her number, then brought Jessica out to say her goodbyes. Jessica had no clear chance to go to the bathroom, and now Amy was going to take her picture with her new family. she smiled and stood as still as she could. after that, Amy left. Jessica hadn't gotten over her shyness yet, and she didn't feel comfortable asking for anything just yet. she hoped James didn't live to far away. she told herself she would just go to the bathroom there.
James had Conner fill Jessica in on everything she would need to know, while he put Jessica's stuff in the back of the car. "we have a spare room for you, but it's empty now so you'll sleep with me for a while. no-one else lives with us, just me and dad, and you now......" he finished talking, and showed Jessica where she would sit in the car.
after five minute on the road, Jessica was no longer able to sit still,. her problem wasn't too obvious, but Conner knew right away. nobody knew, but Conner was a huge omorashi fan. he had accounts on various omorashi websites, he had and old pair of jeans that he put on when he felt like wetting, and he watched omorashi porn when nobody was around. he knew Jessica had to pee, but he kept silent.
All Jessica could think about was her need for relief. she crossed her legs, hoping the movement looked natural. she tried to minimize any bouncing, so as to not alert Conner of her problem. She didn't see him watching her and s far as she was concerned he hadn't noticed. eventually she wasn't able to stop bouncing. James glanced up at the mirror, but he mistook the bouncing for excitement. "we should be there soon, as long as traffic stays good."
as much as Conner loved watching Jessica like this, he didn't want her to have and accident. He understood that she was still to shy to ask, so he did " Dad, can we stop at a gas station? I need to go to the bathroom." James replied, "sure, but the next station isn't for about ten minutes, can you wait?" Connor knew he could wait, but could Jessica? "um, yeah, i guess."
Jessica squeezed he legs together and closed her eyes, willing herself not to pee. she was relived that Conner ad asked to stop, but she wasn't sure if she could wait ten minutes.
turns out, Jessica was able to wait the twelve minutes it took to get the next gas station. James decided to fill up the tank since they were there anyway. once he parked, Conner opened his door and got out, then asked Jessica, " wanna come too?" relived, Jessica nodded. They walked to the building together and straight to the bathroom. it was a single gender neutral bathroom. Conner hesitated, he was the one who had asked to stop, and if he hadn't they would still be on the road. but on the other hand, he wasn't the one who had to pee...... but he was the one who liked omorashi. he held up one finger and said "i'll be out in a sec,"
Jessica crossed he legs, both hands in between them. she bounced up and down, trying to distract herself by observing a display of chips. she heard the toilet flush, and she winced at the sound of water running. as soon as the door opened and Conner appeared, she rushed in.
Conner was a bit disappointed he didn't get to see Jessica wet, but he also didn't want her to be embarrassed. the tiny voice in the back of his mind was saying there's still time, she might not make it to the toilet. He kicked himself for thinking that way about his new sister. What kind of sicko was he to hope a girl would pee herself?
inside the bathroom, Jessica was shaking, legs crossed, hands in her crotch, eyes closed. This was the worst she had ever had to pee. she finally opened her eyes, and gasped as her bladder released at the sight of the toilet. she stood there peeing her self, in a bathroom, unable to move. when she finished, she sat don in the puddle, tears streaming down her face. what was she supposed to do now?
Conner had been standing out side for awhile and he still hadn't heard the toilet flush. he put his ear to the door, and heard sobbing. oh, he thought. he knocked on the door softly. "Jessica? you ok?" he listened for a second, then heard "no". "can i- can i come in?" he asked. he heard the lock click, so he opened the door. Jessica was sitting on the floor in a huge puddle of pee, crying.
Conner bent down and pulled her into a hug. "it'll be ok, I'll go ask dad for some of your pants from your bag." he whispered in her ear. Jessica nodded gratefully.
when Conner returned, he gave Jessica another pai of pants and when to wait buy the chips. Jessica came out holding her soaked pants, blushing. "thank you Conner. I'm really sorry.." "it's fine let's go back to the car."
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A/N: hey, I hope this chapter was better, I'll work on more detail and longer chapters for the future. if you have and suggestions, please comment! bye!
Edited June 7, 2017 by purplepotato
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{2} Flying lessons
Today the Gryffindor and Slytherin students had flying lessons. It had been a while since their teacher was ill for two weeks. But today she was back and they had a double lesson. She started by explaining some basic things and afterwards they had to try it themselves. With most students it went pretty well. Except for Neville who couldn't even get his broom to fly. Harry was standing with Ron and Hermoine when he noticed Draco looking at him.
Ever since the bathroom incident he had been very nice and it felt like Malfoy started to like him... Harry felt kinda weird about it but he also quite liked him...Of course he didn't tell Ron and Hermoine, they would think he had gone mad. Harry saw Draco looking again and he smiled. Malfoy smiled back. Ron gave Harry a confused look.
'What's that for?'
'Nothing...' Harry didn't want to talk about it and focussed on making his broom fly, which was pretty easy.
Next step was to sit on the broom and make it fly. Everyone was really exited about this, Harry had been too but he was kinda scared that he wouldn't be able to do it.
The Slytherins seemed to be good at it, and Malfoy wasn't scared at all. Harry was surprised and wished that he could do it as well as him.
They were practising for a while and Harry started to feel the need to pee. It had been a while since he went to the bathroom and he realized that he should've gone before class. He didn't really like asking the teachers if he could use the bathroom since they were always annoyed about it.
He would just try to hold it till the end of class. He didn't know how long it was but he didn't need to go that bad yet...
Then it finally was time for the Gryffindors to fly on their broomsticks. Hermoine was the first one to try and it went pretty well. Harry decided that he would try it too but it didn't go like he expected...
His broom didn't really 'listen' to him and went way too fast and way too high. Harry was scared and started panicking. The broom kept flying higher and he felt like he was going to fall. Plus he had to pee really bad right now and because he was scared it only got worse. He heard his teacher yell that he had to come back down but it didn't work. Harry started freaking out, his hands getting all sweaty and he almost lost the grip on his broom. He wasn't paying attention to which direction he was flying in and he suddenly saw a big tree right in front of him...
Before he even realized it and could do something it was already too late. He hit the tree real hard and suddenly everything went black...
When Harry opened his eyes he was all alone in a dark room. His head hurt and his legs felt painfully heavy. At first he couldn't remember what happened. He only felt confused and he felt an enormous pressure on his bladder.
The broom...
Suddenly it came back. He tried flying on a broom but then he hit that tree. He now realized he was laying in a bed in the school hospital. He started panicking again. Where was everyone? Did he break something? His head hurt so badly.
Harry tried to think and clam down but he only got more worried. He needed to pee so badly, his bladder was about to explode. Why was he all alone?
He suddenly remembered that he already needed to pee during flying lesson and he was afraid to ask. How long had he been holding it? It was long for sure. His bladder was hurting like hell. He had to go now...but no one was there...
Then he had to do it by himself. Harry ignored the pain he felt all over his body and tried to get up. Which didn't work at all. He couldn't move his legs. He panicked again. What was wrong?
Just at that moment he heard someone come in. They turned on a small light and the woman walked up to his bed.
'Hello, Harry. Are you alright?' She asked kind.
Harry recognized her, it was the nurse.
He nodded his head, which hurt him but he ignored it.
'That's good. You need to rest though, Harry. You had a pretty bad accident.' He said while looking at him.
'I...I can't move my legs...' Harry said quietly, surprised when he heard his voice. It sounded way more silent than he expected.
'Don't worry, boy. It will be alright. I gave you some medicine for it. This is mostly because of the shock. It should be way better by tomorrow. You're staying here for tonight of course.' She continued.
Harry wanted to ask her something but he didn't get the chance.
'Do you mind getting some visit? Someone came asking about you.' The nurse said then.
'Eh...no I don't.' Harry answered, wondering who it was.
'I'll leave you two alone then.' She said. 'Think about it. Not too long, boys. Harry needs some rest.'
The nurse left and a blonde boy came in. Harry was surprised.
'Draco?' He asked when Malfoy walked up to him.
'Yes.' He answered. 'You weren't expecting me?'
'To be honest...no...'
Malfoy smiled and looked at Harry.
'Are you doing okay? I saw it happening and I thought you weren't gonna wake up again today....' Malfoy said worried.
'I'm okay.' Harry answered, trying to act like he felt good even though he felt horrible.
Malfoy sat on the chair next to him.
'So what did the nurse say?'
'Not that much. Mostly that I need to rest.' Harry answered, trying to ignore his painfully full bladder. He just really had to go now. He didn't even have time to ask the nurse. Maybe he should tell Draco?
He was embarrassed but he didn't really have any other choice.
'Eh...Draco?' Harry whispered.
'Yes?'
'Could you help me?'
'Yeah of course. Do I need to get you something?' Malfoy asked.
'No...' Harry answered shy.
The blonde boy looked at him.
'It's just...I need to...you know..."go"...' Harry said, blushing a little.
'Ohhh.' Answered Malfoy. 'Can you get up?'
Harry felt bad.
'Well that's the problem. I can't. I can't move my legs it's like I can't feel anymore...' Harry answered worried.
Malfoy seemed worried as well.
'Can't you ask the nurse when she comes back?'
Harry felt a wave of desperation hit him and he was sure he couldn't.
'I'm afraid I can't...I have to go so bad...'
Malfoy saw the desperate look on Harry's face.
'Oh no...'
'I'm sorry..' Answered Harry shy.
'Why are you sorry?'
'I don't know... I don't wanna be annoying...' Harry answered quietly.
Malfoy looked at him.
'You aren't annoying.'
Harry forced a smile.
'Thanks.'
The pressure on his bladder was now unbearable. He felt like he was going to lose it soon.
'Ohhh...'
'Are you alright?'
'Not really...' Harry replied uncomfortable. 'I can't hold it anymore...'
Draco knew he was being serious and that he needed to do something.
'You want me to get the nurse?' He asked worried.
Harry shook his head. 'No, that's gonna take way too long. I seriously can't wait any longer. Please help me, Draco!'
Harry was about to cry and Malfoy wanted to help him but he didn't really know how.
'Okay. What do you want me to do?' He asked while he got up.
'I don't know....' Harry cried panicking. 'Just help me please I'm going to wet myself...'
It was true. He already felt some pee dripping in his underwear.
'Ahhh...'
Malfoy looked at him, it was horrible seeing him like this. He wished he could help but he didn't know how.
Harry looked at him.
'Draco? Can you carry me?'
'What?'
'Carry me.' Harry replied. 'Just carry me to the bathroom please before it's too late!' He said desperately.
Malfoy was nervous as well now.
'Okay I'll try to...'
He got off he blanket that was laying on top of Harry and stood there for a moment thinking of how he was going to do this. He hadn't picked up a boy before and he knew this was going to be weird.
'Hurry...' Cried Harry.
His bladder was hurting so bad and he was going to lose it soon. It was like he could just start peeing right now.
'Good.'
Malfoy didn't think about it anymore and picked up Harry. The brown haired boy was now laying in Draco's arms, it felt like he was carrying a baby. A larger sized baby obviously but Harry was pretty small so he was lucky with that.
It only felt very awkward. For both of them.
'Eh so...to the bathroom right?'
'YES!'
'Okay sorry.'
Harry felt bad, he felt like he was being very annoying but he couldn't help it. He had to pee so bad and it hurt, it really hurt.
Malfoy walked all the way to the door with Harry in his arms, they were almost there when Harry suddenly screamed.
'Ohhh!!!'
'What's wrong?'
'I can't hold it anymore! I'm peeing...' Harry cried.
'Oh my god...Harry hold it!' Malfoy answered, you could clearly hear the panic in his voice as he hurried to the bathroom door.
'I can't....' Harry tried the hardest he could but he just couldn't hold it any longer. The pee started flowing and he couldn't stop it.
'Ohh...' He started crying and tears ran down his face while he was peeling forcefully.
Draco was still holding Harry and he didn't say anything. He just let it happen because he was pretty confused and didn't really realize it until he felt the warm pee wet his robes as well. Draco tried his best to not show the disgust on his face.
Harry peed for a whole while and when he was finally done he felt even worse than before.
'I'm so sorry...' He said crying.
Malfoy looked at him.
'It's alright Harry.' He said softly. It seemed like he genuinely cared about him.
'But...I peed on you...' Harry sniffed.
'I know you did.' Draco answered with a grin on his face.
'But you couldn't help it. It was an accident, okay?' He continued, trying to make Potter feel a bit better.
Harry was still crying. He felt like a real baby laying in Malfoy's arms with his pants all wet and warm from the pee.
'Really?' He asked shy.
'Yes, really Harry. It's alright.'
'But I'm so embarrassed.' Harry answered.
'You don't have to be. I won't tell anyone okay? Do you want me to help you clean up?'
Harry blushed.
'If you want to...'
'Of course.'
They looked at each other for a while without saying anything.
'Maybe I should put you back in bed before the nurse comes back.' Malfoy said then.
'Yes good idea.'
He put Harry back into bed and looked at him.
'Did I already tell you how cute you are?' He said then.
Harry was surprised.
'Eh...no...'
'Well you are.' Draco answered, smiling at him.
Harry couldn't help it but smiled.
Malfoy smiled back.
'Come on, let's help you get changed.' |
{3} Back to class
It was three days since Harry had the accident with his broom and he was already doing much better. But that didn't mean he felt great. Even though he still wasn't feeling that good the nurse told him it was a good idea to go back to class since he would miss a lot of the lessons. Harry didn't have any choice. He didn't want to go back yet since somehow since the accident it seemed like his bladder trouble got worse. He had lost all control the first day when he asked Malfoy to carry him to the restroom and he felt so embarrassed about it. Draco had comforted him and helped him change into other clothes. Which was pretty awkward since his underwear needed to be changed as well...
Harry was thankful that Malfoy had helped him though, he was pretty ashamed when talking to him now.
Harry's legs were still hurting and he couldn't walk for long. The nurse had asked if someone could stay with him during the day and Malfoy told that he would do it. Harry was happy about that but didn't know what to say to Ron or Hermoine since it would be really weird seeing him with Malfoy -all day...
But anyway, Harry went back to class and Draco stayed by his side. Ron indeed didn't get what was happening and seemed kinda annoyed, he didn't say anything to Harry all morning. Harry felt bad, he didn't mean to make him mad.
He tried to forget about it and focus on the lessons. The last lesson before lunch was Potion Class from Snape. Harry was not looking forward to it at all.
Draco was walking next to him while going to class and made sure he was okay. Harry really started to like him now...
Harry sat down on his seat, glad he didn't have to walk for a while because his legs started hurting again. Draco sat next to him and couldn't stop looking at him. Harry had noticed that Ron was clearly mad. He needed to talk to him about this is as soon as possible. After this lesson.
Snape walked into the classroom, told them to open their books on page 394 and started with his lesson about werewolves.( Normally, professor Lupin would do this but he got very ill...)
It was pretty interesting but somehow Harry couldn't stay focused. He started to feel some pressure on his bladder and he realized he needed to use the restroom soon. Not again during class, he thought. He hated when this happened and definitely during Snape's class. He tried to ignore it but he couldn't do it for long. For some reason he already had to go pretty badly and he knew he just needed to go. When Snape wasn't paying attention Draco looked at Harry cause he had seen him squirming in his seat.
'Are you alright, baby?' He asked worried.
Harry looked shy and blushed. He just called him baby...
'I need to go to the bathroom...' He whispered, avoiding to make eye contact with the blonde boy.
Malfoy knew this was bad.
'Can you hold it till the end of class?'
Harry crossed his legs tightly.
'I don't think so...I already need to go badly...'
He looked uncomfortable.
Suddenly Snape walked up to them and stood right in front of them.
'Draco and Potter! What's going on here? You're not paying attention, are you?'
They didn't say anything.
'Thought so.' Said Snape annoyed.
He walked back to the front of the classroom without looking at them once again.
Draco looked at Harry.
'I don't think he's in such a good mood...'
Harry had noticed that and started to get nervous. The pressure in his bladder started building up and he knew he couldn't wait until class was finished. He had to ask Snape if he could go to the bathroom. And he was scared to do it...
Five more minutes passed and Harry finally found the courage to raise his hand. He was shaking a little and he was squeezing his thighs together trying to hold it.
Snape didn't ignore him like he usually did and he walked up to him.
'What's wrong again, Potter?'
Harry felt bad.
'Can I please go to the restroom sir?' He asked quietly.
Snape sighed.
'Seriously, Potter. How many times are you going to ask? It's like you're doing it on purpose, every time during MY lesson.'
Harry looked at him.
'I'm not doing it on purpose. I just need to go.' He said softly, his voice sounded desperate and sad.
He squirmed in his seat trying to relieve some of the pressure.
He prayed that Snape would let him go. He was still pretty weak from the accident and he knew he couldn't hold it much longer.
'It's fine. For this time you can go, Potter. But only for once. Think about going to the bathroom before class next time.'
'Yes, sir.' Harry answered shyly.
Snape wanted to walk away.
'Can I go with him?' Malfoy asked then.
Snape looked surprised.
'What's that good for?'
'The nurse asked me to stay with him in case something happens.' Draco replied.
Snape sighed again.
'Fine, but hurry.'
Both of the boys got out of the classroom and they had to walk all the way to the end of the hallway to reach the boys bathroom.
Harry was getting more desperate every second and he started to panic. His bladder started cramping and he knew that he was about to have an accident when this happened.
'Ohh...' Harry stopped and bended over.
'Are you okay?' Draco asked worried.
'No...I can't hold it anymore...' Harry answered desperate.
'Come on, Harry. We're almost there, you can do this.' Malfoy encouraged him.
'I don't know...'
Harry tried to walk as fast as possible but his legs didn't allow him. The pressure on his bladder was unbearable and he didn't know what to do...
The bathroom was so close now...
Harry felt another wave of desperation hit him and he moaned.
Draco looked at him worried.
'Come on, Harry. We're almost there.'
Harry was about to cry. It hurt him so much he just couldn't hold it anymore.
'I know but I can't walk faster...' He whispered.
Draco knew what he had to do.
'I'll carry you to the bathroom then.' He decided.
'But...last time...'
'Don't think about last time. You will make it. I'll make sure you do.' Draco answered.
Harry just nodded his head and didn't say anything. He was shaking cause he needed to pee so bad.
Draco felt bad for him. In the past he enjoyed seeing Potter feel bad but now he just couldn't take it. Proof that he liked him...
'I'm gonna pick you up, okay? Hold on.'
'Okay...'
Harry tried his best to hold it but he started leaking a little when the blonde boy picked him up.
'You alright?' He asked then.
'I need to go....right now! I'm gonna have an accident...' Harry said with a desperate look on his face.
'You're not.'
Draco walked all the way to the bathroom with Harry in his arms.
When they arrived he put him back on the ground.
'You can go now, I'll wait here.'
Harry didn't say anything and walked to the nearest stall and got in there, without even locking the door.
He stood there squirming, trying to undo his belt but his hands were all sweaty and he couldn't get it.
'Ohh...'
He tried as hard as he could but somehow it wouldn't work, probably because he was so nervous. His bladder was bursting, it hurt him so much he just couldn't hold it anymore. Pee started dripping in his underwear.
'No...' Harry whispered, squeezing his legs trying to hold back the flow.
He needed help, otherwise he was gonna wet himself.
He felt horribly embarrassed but he had no other choice.
'Draco...' Harry asked desperate.
'Yeah?'
'Can you help me? I can't undo my belt...oh god I'm peeing...'
Draco knew this was going to be awkward but he had to help him.
'Yeah sure... Can I come in?'
Harry stood there shifting from his one leg to his other.
'Yes hurry...'
Malfoy opened the door and looked at Harry who was clearly about to lose the battle with his bladder.
'I'll help you okay...'
He squad down and started to undo Harry's belt, which was difficult because the brown haired boy couldn't stand still.
'Ohh...' He moaned desperately.
'Almost done, Harry...'
'I can't hold it!!'
'Just a second...'
Harry tried the hardest he could to hold it but he just couldn't do it anymore. His bladder was weak and he couldn't take the pain anymore. When he started leaking again he didn't try to hold it back anymore since he knew he couldn't do it. The pee started filling his underwear and soon he was peeing forcefully into his trousers, pee running down his left leg and making a large puddle on the floor.
Malfoy had stopped trying to undo Harry's belt and just stood there, looking at him. For some reason he enjoyed this... Not seeing Harry this desperate but seeing him wetting himself. Watching it happen and hearing the hissing sound of Harry's piss made him exited. Fuck not now!
Harry was finally done peeing and he couldn't help it and started crying.
He didn't say anything, he was way too embarrassed.
Draco tried to ignore the need he felt to kiss him and instead got up and put his hand on Harry's shoulder.
'It's alright, Harry.' He said calming.
'No it's not!' Harry answered, tears running down his face.
'I did it again! I can't even hold it. I'm 14, Malfoy!'
'I know you are. But it doesn't matter. Accidents happen, Harry.' Draco tried to calm him down.
Harry didn't say anything and just stood there crying like a little boy.
Malfoy couldn't help it and hugged Harry. 'It's alright baby.' He whispered while touching his hair.
Harry was still crying but he liked what Malfoy was doing. It calmed him down. For some reason he felt safe. He didn't pay attention to his with pee drenched trousers anymore and enjoyed hugging Malfoy.
The blonde boy came closer and started kissing him. Harry let it happen and closed his eyes.
Draco was now touching him. Harry liked it, he relaxed.
'I love you, Potter...' Malfoy whispered, his hands going lower and touching Harry's wet crotch.
Harry could feel he was getting exited and he hoped Draco didn't notice.
Harry opened his eyes and Malfoy smiled at him.
Harry had now stopped crying and even smiled back.
'I love you too...' |
{4} Shower
Harry was still embarrassed about what happened but Draco made him feel better. They had been kissing in the bathroom stall for a while when suddenly they heard someone come in.
Fuck...
'Malfoy! Potter!' A voice yelled.
It was Snape!
Harry and Draco stopped kissing and Draco buttoned up his shirt again. Shit...
'I know you are there!' Snape said.
'So don't try to hide from me.'
Harry and Draco looked at each other.
'It's gonna be okay.' The blonde boy whispered.
'I can hear you!' Snape yelled.
His footsteps were now coming closer.
'If you do not open the door, I will do it for you!'
Draco winked at Harry, it looked like he knew what he was doing. Harry hoped that at least.
Malfoy opened the door of the bathroom stall and Snape stood right in front of them.
'What are you two doing in that bathroom stall together?' He asked, annoyed and surprised at the same time.
'I had to help Harry with his belt.' Malfoy said calm.
'Ohh.' Answered Snape fake surprised. 'So Potter can't undo his own belt?'
Harry felt so stupid. He was still standing there with his wet trousers and he started to feel bad again.
Malfoy ignored Snape's comment.
'I don't think you'll be able to come back to class like this, Potter.' Severus said then. 'Go to your room and get yourself cleaned up.'
Harry just nodded his head.
'And you Draco, you come back to class.'
Malfoy looked annoyed. He didn't want to go back to class. He wanted to stay with Harry, they were having such a nice time...
'But sir...' Draco tried. 'Remember what the nurse told? I need to stay with Harry in case he needs something...'
Snape sighed.
'Fine. Just get out of my eyes, both of you!'
Harry and Draco didn't say anything anymore and walked out of the bathrooms.
Malfoy grinned while they were walking down the hallway, going to their rooms.
'Are you really coming with me?' Harry asked, kinda worried.
'You don't want me to?' Malfoy asked with a fake sad face. He knew Harry didn't mean it like this.
'Of course I want you to come!' Harry answered. 'But...what if someone sees you?'
Malfoy didn't think about that. He was in Slytherin and Harry in Gryffindor so he had to go into the Gryffindor rooms. He knew you weren't allowed to come into other houses rooms but everyone was in class so no one would notice right?
'I don't care. No one will find us.' He said winking at Harry.
Harry forced a smile but he wasn't so sure...
They walked to the Gryffindor bedrooms and when Harry was in his room that he shared with Ron and Neville he got some new underwear, trousers and another robe.
It was kinda awkward since Draco didn't know how "far" he could go...
'I'll wait here then...' He said when Harry wanted to walk to the private bathroom all the way in the back of the room.
Harry looked at him and realized it was too dangerous.
'No you can't.' He said quickly. 'If someone sees you we're screwed...'
Malfoy looked at him.
'What do you want me to do then?' He asked, like he really didn't know!
Harry knew he had no other choice...
'Just come in the bathroom with me...but don't look okay?'
Draco nodded his head.
'Okay I won't.'
Harry got into the bathroom and Draco followed him.
It was pretty awkward. Harry was standing there, embarrassed because he had to take of his (wet) clothes.
He turned at Draco.
'Oh yeah I'll turn around.' He said.
He obviously didn't want to but he knew Harry was shy.
Carefully Harry started taking off his clothes. He dropped his drenched trousers and boxers on the floor and walked to the shower. He closed the curtain behind him and tried to relax. He was so nervous now Draco was around!
Malfoy had turned back around since Harry was behind the shower curtain. He looked at the boy's wet pants and underwear and couldn't help but thinking it was hot.
He actually needed to pee quite bad as well now... There was a toilet in the bathroom but he was kinda shy using it when Harry was in the same room. He just could hold it.
He hoped Harry would hurry a little...
Draco leaned against the wall looking at the ceiling when Harry suddenly turned on the water.
This was definitely not good for his bladder. It only made him have to go worse.
Harry was now standing under the shower, hot water was running and he finally relaxed. He even forgot that Draco was still there.
Which caused him to take his time...
Malfoy was now starting to get desperate and he started squirming a little. He just really had to go... He looked at the toilet, it was so close... But Harry was there and...he just couldn't do it.
'Harry?' He asked then.
'Uh...yes?'
'Are you almost done?'
Harry was now washing his hair.
'Not yet...why?'
'Oh nothing, just asking.'
'Okay.'
Clearly Harry wasn't aware of Draco's need to use the toilet.
The blonde boy hoped he would hurry...
When Harry finished washing his hair he turned on the water again to rinse it.
The running water caused Draco's bladder to cramp. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on holding it, squeezing his thighs together.
'Come on, Potter...' He whispered, not aware that Harry could hear it.
'What?' Harry asked suddenly.
'Huh?' Draco opened his eyes again. Quickly he looked at his pants to see but luckily there wasn't any damage...at least not yet...
'You were talking to me?' Harry said.
'No I wasn't!' Draco answered kinda annoyed. His growing need to pee made him nervous and he was clearly not good at hiding this.
'Ohh...I thought you...nevermind...'
Harry was now done rinsing his hair, he could've turned of the water but he realized he kinda needed to pee again...
Usually he would just get out of the shower and use the bathroom instead since it was kinda weird to just pee in the shower. At least for him. But now Draco was standing there and he wasn't going to pee right in front of him...
The water was running anyway...maybe he could just...
Harry closed his eyes and tried to relax, not thinking about Draco being in the bathroom with him.
It didn't take long before warm liquid started running down his legs. He was peeing and it felt so good.
Weird enough Harry enjoyed it... When he was done he opened his eyes again and turned off the water. He was done showering now. He wanted to get out when he realized Malfoy was standing there and he didn't have a towel...
'Eh...Draco?...' Harry asked shy.
Malfoy who was now squirming and holding his crotch got out of his concentration which caused him to start peeing a little...
'Fuck....' He cursed not thinking about Harry being in the same room.
'What?'
Harry was getting confused.
'Nothing...what's wrong?'
Harry's face appeared from behind the shower curtain.
'Can you please give me that towel?'
'Yeah sure...'
Draco tried to walk to the towel as casually as he could, grabbed it and handed it to Harry.
'Thanks.' Answered Harry who smiled.
Malfoy did his best to smile back.
Harry noticed the blonde boy was uncomfortable and couldn't help but asking him about it.
'Are you alright?'
Draco looked at him annoyed.
'Yes!'
The way he was standing there, shifting his weight and crossing his legs was telling something else.
'You sure?' Asked Harry who had now put the towel around his waist so everything that needed to be covered now was covered. It made him feel less uncomfortable.
Draco looked at him. This was the first time Harry had actually seen him shy... Usually he was arrogant and annoying. Even though he now knew he could be very nice and caring as well.
'I need to pee okay...' Draco admitted. He said it very quietly and Harry noticed a red blush on his pale face.
Harry smiled again.
'Why didn't you say that immediately? Just go, it doesn't matter.'
Malfoy looked down. Another wave of desperation hit him but he knew he wasn't going to be able to pee when Harry was around.
He crossed his legs tightly.
'It's not that...' He said quietly.' I can't go...'
'What do you mean? It doesn't bother me.' Harry tried to comfort him.
'No...its just...I can't go when you're around...I'm kinda...pee shy...'
Harry looked at him.
'Oh okay...I can stay here behind the shower curtain if you want. I won't look.'
He winked.
Draco forced a smile but Harry could see he was very uncomfortable.
'It's alright. I'll just wait till you're done.' He then answered.
'You sure?'
Draco nodded his head.
'Yeah. I can wait. I don't have to go that bad.'
'Okay.'
He knew he was lying to Harry. He didn't have to go that bad! Bullshit! He was about to wet himself but he just couldn't admit it. He was way too embarrassed to.
Draco hoped that Harry would hurry up because he knew that if his bladder started cramping again he wouldn't be able to take it...
When Harry was done drying himself he realized that he had to ask Draco to hand his fresh clothes.
'Eh..Draco?' He asked softly.
Malfoy tried his best to not sound annoyed.
'Yes?'
'I'm sorry but...can you please give me my clothes?'
Draco looked at the pile of clean clothes laying by the sink.
'Yeah.'
He walked to it, his legs pressed together to make sure he wouldn't lose it.
'There you go.'
'Thanks.' Harry answered.
He took a quick look at Malfoy who was now sorta doing the pee pee dance. Harry couldn't help but think it was kinda cute.
He wanted to get dressed and got back behind the shower curtain. Harry started off by putting on his boxers. That felt better. He wanted to put on his shirt when he suddenly heard Malfoy moaning.
'Ohh...no please...Ohhh fuck...'
Harry didn't think about it and got out of the shower, his pants and shirt still in his hands. Then he saw Draco leaning against the wall, his legs crossed and both of his hands holding his crotch.
'Are you alright?' Harry asked worried.
'No...'
Was he crying? Harry noticed tears run down the pale boy's face.
Malfoy didn't care anymore and let go of his crotch. The warm pee running into his underwear, all down his legs and forming a puddle on the floor.
'Ahhh...'
Harry didn't know what to do. The only thing he could do was watch. And ignore what was happening in his underwear. Something started to get big... Hopefully Malfoy wouldn't notice...
Harry watched as Malfoy relieved himself. When he finally was done he looked at Harry, wiping the tears from his face.
'Are you...'
'No! I'm not crying.' He cut him off. 'I just got something in my eye...'
Yeah right. Harry ignored it and walked up to him.
'It's okay...I know how it feels.'
Draco looked at him. Annoyed but embarrassed at the same time.
'Now I know how you feel...horrible.' Malfoy said quietly.
Harry felt sorry for him.
'Well...it was an accident...you couldn't help it.'
'I could've went to the toilet. But I couldn't cause I'm fucking pee shy!' Draco yelled, he started crying again.
Harry put his clothes back on the sink, he was standing there only in his boxers. He got closer the Draco and hugged him.
'It's okay. You can take a shower as well if you want.'
'Yeah..'
Suddenly they heard voices come from the room next to them.
'No, no idea Neville. You can ask him when he comes back. By the way, I need to use the bathroom real quick, I'll be right back.'
That was Ron's voice! Oh no!
Before they even could think of anything the bathroom door opened and the ginger stood right in front of them. He screamed when he say both of the boys standing there, hugging, almost kissing.
'What's wrong Ron?' Neville asked.
Ron didn't say anything. He looked at Harry and Draco with big eyes.
Harry had let go of Draco and stepped aside. He grabbed his clothes and held them in front of him.
'It's not what you think...'
'Bloody hell...'
'What's...'
Now also Neville came to see what was going on. He and Ron were standing in front of the bathroom door.
'Wow! What is Malfoy doing here?' Neville asked stupid.
'That's what I was wondering as well!' Answered Ron annoyed. He looked at Harry, then at the blonde boy who was so embarrassed he wished he could just disappear. He held his hands in front of his crotch trying to hide the wetness.
'It's not what you think...' Harry started again.
'Of course it isn't!' Ron yelled.
'You and Malfoy are in the bathroom together, and you're almost naked! Of course it's not what I think!'
Ron sounded so mad. Harry felt bad.
'Listen Ron. I wanted to talk to you about this... I can explain...'
Ron looked at him.
'I don't need your explanation, Harry. Just leave me alone!'
'But Ron...' Harry tried.
Ron walked into the bathroom.
'You heard me! And get Malfoy out of the bathroom please!'
Harry looked at Ron, then at Malfoy.
'Come on, baby. I think you need to go. Don't worry I'll come with you.'
He gave Ron an angry look and he and Malfoy walked out of the bathroom. Ron closed the door really hard.
'I'm sorry about what happened. Harry answered. 'It's my fault. I shouldn't have let you come to our room...'
Draco looked at him but didn't say anything.
Neville was still standing there, looking at both of them confused.
'Are you two a couple now?'
'Well....'
... |
So Livinginfinite invited me to write some stories for something he was working on, and naturally, I accepted. Full credit for the setting, culture, and tons of other details go to him. If you'd like to see his art (a lot of his recent work is set in this universe), you can use these links to check out his tumblr or his pixiv (I think you'll need to make an account to see a lot of his stuff on pixiv).
In short, it's in a setting where an extremely advanced and powerful empire with access to magic-based technology fields many female knights, but they have "issues" with their continence, which is not the way the Empire wants people to view their soldiers.
I'm extremely grateful for the chance to write in this setting, and I hope you all enjoy the pair of stories. As always: messing. And lots of it.
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Knights of the Empire
A Painful Lesson
“Starseer, right?” asked a young woman who worked with the Royal Order. The woman she was speaking to had been waiting just outside a door, staring out the windows of the hallway at the magically-powered neon signs that shone just outside.
“Yes, Anna Starseer” the waiting woman answered, excitedly raising her hand. She was quite energetic, and had darker skin than was common of citizens of the Empire. Her dark brown hair was held back in a ponytail, while her bangs hung free, to the sides of her face. For this outing, she wore a basic, blue coat and tight, white pants. Almost any other time, she could be seen in her smooth, black armor, but it was improper for such a simple meeting.
“Major General Hardelle will see you, now,” the assistant, wearing an elegant white skirt that reached to her knees along with a perfectly matching suit top opened the large, grandiose door, and gestured for Anna to step inside. Rising from the bench she sat on, Anna walked inside. She was elated. She’d been doing very well in her training as a knight, vastly outperforming knights who’d joined at the same time she did, as well as many who’d been there for much longer. She was sure that this meeting was to inform her of some sort of promotion. Maybe even to full knighthood, though that was unlikely. More likely, she was going to be appointed apprentice and squire to a more experienced knight, where she would complete her training.
She entered, and the sight of the stone-faced woman and her office shocked the smile off of her face. Major General Hardelle, though not a soldier, was certainly as frightening as one. She wore the dark-blue officer’s jacket that was indicative of her status. If the jacket wasn’t enough, gold shoulder pads adorned her jacket’s shoulders, and the space over her left breast was heavily decorated with several medals. As a non-combatant, she had been able to grow her hair out long, and it hanged down past her shoulders, smooth and golden-blonde.
Her office certainly fit her, as well. Some sort of magical device in the room kept it perpetually cold, to the point of discomfort. Strange trinkets adorned her desk and walls. Anna’s eyes kept drifting to a mangled, blood-stained steel helmet with horns that sat upon a mannequin head on a nearby bookshelf. A plaque beneath it read: “Helm of Skoval the Merciless, Scourge of Athessia, Slain by the Forces of Salendia Hardelle”. The rumors said that Hardelle never actually went into battle herself, but was still a famed tactician. After taking in the strange office, Anna sat down in one of the nice chairs in front of the major general’s desk.
Hardelle simply stared at Anna for a moment, her stoic eyes burning into her. Anna struggled very hard to keep her composure in front of this woman, and shamefully felt a second long release of urine meet her panties. Her crotch grew warm. After the major general finished sizing her up, she finally spoke: “Anna Starseer, yes?” she asked as she checked some papers on her desk. Before Anna could reply, she continued, “I’m told you’ve excelled in your training...”
Anna proudly put a hand on her chest, “the best trainee they have!”
“According to the records, nearly every other trainee you spar with has wet and/or soiled their pants. Would you say this is correct?”.
“It is,” she wasn’t lying. She was so feared among her company of trainees that many wet themselves the moment they learned they were fighting Anna. She always did enjoy seeing the trails of urine snaking down her opponent’s legs. She loved hearing the telltale pltbpltblptlbplt that accompanied a messier accident.
Hardelle continued, “You even outshine them in that respect, yes? The record only lists three times you’ve wet yourself, and only once you’ve soiled yourself. That is not without merit, and the Royal Order and Ministry of Propaganda have taken notice,”.
“They have?”
“They have,” Anna could swear she actually heard some respect in the major general’s voice. “In fact, they want you to skip massive portions of the Fear Response Mitigation Training, possibly jumping you to phase 4 or phase 5” this was an interesting development. The FRMT typically revolved around being subjected to horrifying magic until you stopped pissing and shitting yourself at them. Only the first time she was subjected to it had Anna had an accident. She was totally unprepared, and completely filled her diaper so much that someone else had to assist in the changing. After that, she managed to constantly remind herself that she was in no real danger, and had kept from wetting or soiling herself again.
Of course, you never really left the program, either. Phase 5 lasted indefinitely. During each phase, the participant was issued a somewhat smaller diaper, to coincide with the woman's improved continence. They even gave them cool names, too. In order, the diapers issued each phase had been: the Huggies Titan, big and bulky; the Pampers Vanguard, a slightly smaller Titan, which, along with the Titan, required an assistant to help with the changing; The Pull-ups Sentinel, noticeably smaller; the Depend Bulwark, almost small enough to pass as panties; and the Poise Guardian, which was small enough to be nearly indistinguishable from normal panties. The Guardian was phase 5, and meant to be worn for all of a female knight's career, in order to preserve their image in the public eye. Couldn't have the Empire's soldiers seen with loads in their pants.
Anna had started the program, as it was a normal part of any female knight's training, but had so far not really needed the rather bulky Titan diaper they had issued her. Every day, she found herself wearing a downright massive diaper to bed, to training, to lunch, and only three times had she needed it. It was nice to get some recognition. Anna spoke, "I might just skip to phase 5? To the Guardian? has anyone ever done that before?"
“Nope. No one. You would actually be the first knight in history to forego so much of the training," as Anna was getting excited, the major general continued, "I, of course, shot that idea down,”.
What?!
“What?!” Anna leaned forward in alarm, “Why? I've been in phase 1 of the program for months, and I've only needed to be changed three times! That's incredible,” Anna said, poiting a finger at the Major General for emphasis.
“You’re a natural when it comes to fighting. I’d wager none of the other trainees have ever been a match for you. You’ve never fought against a real threat,” that was correct. Many of them wet themselves if Anna passed by them in a narrow hallway. “I’d also wager that you’re about as continent as a newborn baby when face-to-face with a real threat,”.
“You’re wrong!” Anna shouted. The major general’s eyes widened only for a moment. Anna shrank back, horrified that she’d yelled at a major general. She felt her bladder release another short spurt of urine into her panties. A small wet spot the size of a penny showed on her pants. She crossed her legs to hide the stain. She was wrong, though; Anna was superbly continent.
“Am, I now?" the General began, with some contempt in her voice, "Well, it just so happens that I’ve prepared a deal for you,”.
“What sort of deal?”.
“My theory that you only stay clean and dry because of weak opponents is just that: a theory. Prove it wrong, and I’ll approve you to skip the FRMT, as well as authorize your promotion to a knight’s apprentice,”.
“How do I prove it wrong?”
“A fighter has been selected to face you in non-lethal single combat. If you can complete the duel without wetting or soiling yourself, I’ll approve you,”.
“Who am I fighting?”
“Irrelevant, we’ll contact you when it’s time. Should be noon tomorrow”.
“Well, I accept this challenge,” Anna stood from her seat, “Get ready to see my opponent make a mess of their pants while I stay clean,”. With their business concluded, Anna turned and left the office. She returned to her barrack just as the clock struck 10 PM. Though she was far too excited to sleep, it was worth trying. If she was to face a “real threat” tomorrow, she would need her energy.
She fell into a fitful sleep, plagued with nightmares. In one of them, she stood in an arena, naked save for her white panties, as spectators cheered. From the other side of the arena, the opponent she was to fight advanced towards her. It looked like a human, but it was massive. Easily over 15 feet tall, and brimming with muscle. At the mere sight of the beast, her bladder gave way. Her panties were not nearly enough to stop the flood, and the front of them quickly darkened, as pee sprayed out of them, and down her legs. As her enemy began sprinting towards her, she pitifully covered her head with her arms, and as she did so, a log of shit forced its way into her panties. They bulged out far, and began to sag. Following the solid matter was some slightly less solid matter, which began filling her underwear to the brim, as well as turning the white seat of them a fetid brown. Just before the beast could strike, she awoke.
Anna was gasping for breath. Her nightmare had betrayed her nervousness about her battle today. As she got a hold of her senses, she felt something strange around her butt and privates. She stepped out of bed to reveal that her panties were sodden and yellowed in the front, and greatly filled up at the back. Her accident was still warm, and it mushed around her butt as she examined it. She sighed, for she knew it was going to be a long day. The other trainees could hardly judge her for her accident, however, as nighttime releases were fairly common for women in their positions. They just weren’t common for Anna. She looked to the bunk to her right, and gained some comfort from the fact that the bunk's inhabitant made a bigger than she did. They'd broken protocol, and gone to bed in ordinary panties. The massive wet splotch on the front of her blanket would teach her a lesson about that.
She cleaned herself up, and left to train in the scant few hours she had until noon.
When the summons came, Hardelle’s assistant from earlier appeared to lead Anna to the site of the battle. They boarded one of the strange, automated carriages that were reserved for the highest-ranking government officials. They called it a “car”. To break the awkward silence that had filled the cabin of the vehicle, Anna began talking to the assistant.
“So, who am I fighting?”
“You will see soon enough,”.
“Would it really kill you to tell me now?”
“Hardelle might,” the assistant answered, matter-of-factly.
“... fair enough,”.
The awkward silence that followed was once again unbearable, so Anna changed the subject, “So, how is it working for Hardelle?”
“You work for her, too,”.
“Yeah, but not as her right-hand-woman. What’s that like?”
“Trying,”.
“Hm. Soooo… has she really never had an accident?”
The new topic caused the assistant to bristle with discomfort, “N-no, she hasn’t,”.
“Come on, there has to be at least one time when she-”
“Typically, whomever she’s speaking with is the one who loses control,” she said, trying to end the discussion.
Seems this awkward silence was here to stay. Anna simple looked out the window of the car. Large, elegant buildings with a heavy Gothic style rose in all directions. Looking far enough, Anna could see the drop-off where the edge of the flying city was. Beyond that, she could see the ground, sitting very far below their hovering home. She decided to look away from the ground. Seeing just how far up the city was always managed to fill her with acrophobia. In the past, she’d had this nightmare where she got so scared while looking over the edge that she wet herself, then slipped in the puddle and fell all the way-
Probably not the best line of thought if she was supposed to be proving her continence.
After a few more agonizingly quiet minutes, they arrived at some strange, almost featureless building. Quite frankly, it was very conspicuous in its simplicity. At least that meant the fight wouldn’t spectated by thousands of people in the arena. The two of them entered the building, and were greeted by Hardelle and some people from the Ministry. She was instructed to don her armor.
She emerged from a nearby changing room, dressed in black, skintight armor. The chestplate wrapped around each individual breast to retain a feminine appearance, and reached down to her waistline. Her shoulders and outer arms were covered in armor that was smooth and slick, reflecting the light in the room beautifully. She wore armored leggings which mirrored her top half's armors smoothness and shinyness. Her thighs, pelvic region and buttocks, however, were not covered by any armor. Normally, this would be to enhance her movement. Today, however, it had a special purpose. Today, her easily-visible bottom, covered only a leotard bottom and her panties, was not going to be soiled, and she wanted them to see her success. For the purpose of the experiment, she had been permitted to wear regular underwear, instead of her embarassingly thick Titan diaper. Once her outfit was inspected and given the go-ahead, they handed her her weapon: a heavily-dulled metal sword. Totally non-lethal, in accordance with the rules of the duel.
They explained that Anna’s sterling continence was, thus far, ridiculously higher than any female's. With some practice, they felt Anna had the potential to be on par with some males, and they believed that if they studied her, they may be able to find some permanent solution to the issue of women’s incontinence in combat. Anna was flattered, but she was also anxious to get to fighting. The others were anxious to watch, so they led her to a large cobblestone chamber. The roof was thirty feet high, and the room was around 120 feet long. A strange, eerie blue light filtered in from… somewhere. Ominous stains that looked like blood dotted the floor. Anna guessed that she was not the first person they’ve brought in to fight here.
Her opponent entered from the far end. Once they were close enough, Anna could see that… oh.
Oh no.
Her opponent was to be the legendary Lycelia Windhowl. The Slayer of Men. The Doom of Kingdoms. Her status as a legendary warrior overshadowed whatever her egregiously high military rank was. Anna felt some pee escape into her panties at the mere sight of the approaching woman. Simple, black, carapace-like armor covered every part of the woman, save for her head. No other skin was visible. Her face bore a scar across her left eye, and her almost silver hair was tied back in a bun. Her skin was pale as could be. Anna steeled herself, wondering if this was how the other trainees felt when they fought her, and began walking towards her.
The two held the swords out till the tips touched. After they held that stance for a few moments, they both dropped back into a combat stance. Anna struck first, launching into a barrage of hits, all of which Lycelia parried. As Anna began to run out of breath, Lycelia performed a particularly devastating parry, knocking Anna completely off-balance. As she struggled to regain her footing, Lycelia drove the pommel of her sword into Anna’s face.
Anna saw stars, the collapsed backwards, landing flat on her back. As her vision began come back into focus, she noticed how warm her butt had suddenly become. Her eyes opened wide in alarm, as she realized she just pissed herself. She shot back upright like a bullet, still peeing. The urine came out messily, flowing down her legs, into her armor, and splattering noisily onto the ground. She was vaguely aware of the Ministry men writing something on clipboards behind her.
In her anger, she felt renewed, and began delivering strike after strike onto the much larger woman’s armor, as she was unable to keep up with and parry many of the hits. Having grown tired of the farce, Lycelia swung her sword, impacting Anna’s with such force that it shot out of her hand, and flew away…
...Directly towards the spectators. Hardelle’s assistant shrieked in fear as the sword whizzed by her head. A wet patch began appearing on her skirt, and a puddle formed below her. The others around her also became aware of a sudden foul odor in the air as the woman had filled her panties in her fear, as well.
Now weaponless, it was safe to say that Lycelia had decisively won the duel. So why was she still lifting her weapon into the air to strike? She didn’t seriously intend to beat Anna, did she? Was she going to… kill her?
Anna raised her arms to cover her head, cowering before the mighty woman. She closed her eyes as the weapon began its descent. A loud SKRLTCH sound accompanied the loss of control over her bowels. She felt the mess spill out of her, filling her panties to the brim, then some of it escaped due to the sheer volume of the release, running down her legs. Her leotard was filled with her warm, wet mess, bulging badly and becoming discolored.
But the blow never came. She looked up, and saw that Lycelia had dropped her sword. She simply eyed Anna curiously.
“You’re arrogant,” Lycelia began, “You’re brash, impulsive, naive, and you don’t know your place,”.
Anna looked down in shame.
“But...” Lycelia continued. Anna looked back up, “I’ve never seen such a talented trainee. No one has ever landed so many attacks on me like that. I’m impressed,”.
Anna just stared in disbelief that she was being praised even though she had a load in her pants. Lycelia put a hand on Anna’s shoulder, then spoke again “That is why I’ve decided to take you as my apprentice,”.
“What? You? Really!?” Anna began asking in disbelief. Her shock was shared by the spectators. Hardelle stepped forward, angered.
“Windhowl! We had a deal! She failed,” Hardelle said commandingly, pointing at Anna.
“I only agreed to fight her, Hardelle. I decide what happens to her. Besides, the Order values me much than you,” Lycelia said in the most frightening way she could. She stood imposingly over Hardelle, at least a foot taller than the major general.
Anna looked in disbelief as she saw the major general’s fine, white pants darken between her legs, and small rivers began flowing down them, until both of her legs were totally wet, and a massive puddle occupied the ground below her. Hardelle simply glared. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. The major general had just pissed her pants. In fear. If she was wearing any sort of protection, perhaps a Poise Guardian, it did nothing to stop the flow.
“Fine. Take the woman, but don’t think you can defy my orders like this, again,” the major general answered, as she turned to leave. Any attempts to save face were ruined as the major general fully turned around, and a positively massive bulge was visible on her ass. Her pants sagged down quite far, and some of her mess had escaped into her pants. Her pants had turned brown around the accident. She and her assistant both left the building, both equally wet and messy.
Lycelia began talking over the details with the Ministry men, but Anna was in too much shock from what she’d seen to really hear any of it. After a few moments, Lycelia walked over to Anna, and spoke, “Okay, you’re mine. We’ll be setting off on a mission to a nearby kingdom to retrieve some hostages in three days,”.
“O-okay. I’ll be ready...” Lycelia seemed content to leave it there, but Anna spoke again, “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you take me as your apprentice? I’m pretty clearly not all I’m cracked up to be,” she said sadly, gripping the large bulge on her ass.
“Everyone has accidents, Anna. The fact that you rarely did was far from the most impressive thing about you. I am going to shape you and your skill with that weapon into one of the deadliest soldiers the world has ever seen. Pissed and shat-in panties be damned,”.
Lycelia led Anna to her new home, aboard a fearsome airship. It was the standard black of the Empire, and adorned with blades and spikes, as well. Lycelia showed Anna to the showers, then to her new cabin. After that, she left her to sleep for the night, heading off to who-knows-where.
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Lycelia was glad to finally be away from other people. She retreated to her expansive quarters, which were complete with a large bathroom, shower, and well-stocked diaper changing station. She took her powerful armor off, revealing her well-muscled body and abs, as well as her moderately-sized breasts which were covered by a lacy white bra. However, any observer’s eyes would likely be drawn to the enormously thick, and very dirty diaper that covered her crotch and butt. The word “Colossus” was written upon the diaper.
The Colossus, true to its name, made the Titan look puny by comparison. This mammoth diaper was used only in very rare, unique cases. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Lycelia was actually one of the least continent soldiers in the Empire. She wet and soiled herself in nearly every battle she’d ever been in. Her duel today was no exception. Even though Anna had been no match for her, Her bowels and bladder had utterly failed her when Anna began landing hits on her armor. She wore thick armor to conceal the diaper, but that frequently backfired, as the tight armor often caused the mess to be squished up against her, and today was no different.
She cleaned herself in the shower, donned another Colossus diaper, and went to bed. Tomorrow she would begin training her new apprentice.
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Knights of the Empire
The Raid
“I am Umira Paleblade,” a proud woman stated, strutting forward. A number of men were gathered around a fire, and one other woman numbered among their ranks. They were from all walks; some were bandits and barbarians, and some were disgraced knights. If some were to be believed, they were exiled nobles. But all here had one common purpose.
“Umira Paleblade,” an older man echoed from the opposite end of the campfire, “In two days we are to raid an Imperial convoy. You will need skill and bravery far beyond what most women possess. Will you stand alongside us?”.
“I will,” Umira answered, readily, “I sought you out to prove my strength and courage,”. She scanned the cave that they called home, and looked into the eyes of everyone present. The sole other woman in the room seemed to regard her proudly.
The Empire had as many friends as it had enemies, and soon this group would make itself known, and capture an Imperial convoy, hoping to access some of the Empire’s advanced technology. It was risky beyond description, but if they pulled it off, it would be a major blow.
“Then we are honored to have you stand with us… warrior,” He gestured to the other woman in the cave, “Lorette wished to speak with you before the attack, Umira,”. The rest of the men resumed discussing their plans of attack, and the other woman, Lorette, stood.
She was dressed in old, tattered knight’s armor. It had clearly seen many, many battles. Her blonde hair was very short, and very messy. A long scar across her right eye marred her otherwise spotless face. She placed an armored hand on Umira’s shoulder, and led her down one of the cave’s twisting pathways.
Umira herself looked the part of a warrior. Outside of the Empire, it was extremely uncommon for women to become soldiers of any kind, so the ones that do must train constantly. Umira put effort into looking like a ferocious killer, and her body was covered only a cloak of bear hide, a “shirt” made of animal leathers that covered her breasts and little else, and a sort-of skirt made from various furs. Hard muscle was plainly visible on her exposed skin, and a set of rigid abs were proudly displayed.
Once they had reached their destination, evidently the area of the cave Lorette had made hers, they stopped. “If you’re going to join us in battling the Empire,” Lorette began, as she started fishing through one of her packs, “You’re going to need to know my secret trick,”.
“What sort of trick?”
“This sort,” Lorette answered, and pulled out what appeared to be a pair of bulky panties.
“What? Is that...?”
“A diaper, yes, stolen from the Empire,”
Umira simply burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the caves.
“You laugh, but I promise you will not be laughing when you need it,” Lorette responded, evidently having expected such a reaction.
“Why does the Empire have… those?!”
“I am not sure. I participated in a raid, and noticed a couple female Imperials wearing them. I found a stash of them, and kept them,”
“Do you mean to tell me that you’re wearing… one of those now? Under your armor?”
“No, Umira. But when it come time to fight, you’ll wish you had one,” In truth, Lorette was actually wearing a much larger diaper, one stolen from the Empire. They called it the “Vanguard”.
“Ridiculous. If I am to piss and shit myself in combat, then may my shame be shown to everyone. I won’t wear something that only hides my failures,”.
“If that’s what you want,” Lorette relented, giving a slight shrug.
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The “blade” of a wooden training sword slammed into Anna’s stomach with incredible speed. She staggered slightly, attempting to catch her breath. The next attack from her instructor caught her in the face, and she spun as she fell down to the ground, landing on her stomach. She felt her bladder begin to empty itself a little. She clamped down hard, but she felt the warmth spread between her legs, soaked up by her diaper.
A part of Windhowl’s training regiment, as it happened, was to spar while under the effects of a magic spell that greatly increased one’s need to use the bathroom. Anna was to hold it in as long as possible, but Windhowl was simply too brutal. Her attacks were swift and strong, and frankly, terrifying. Anna had been leaking throughout the entire sparring session, and must have peed about twice as much as she could normally hold by now. Her bowels still obeyed her, at the very least.
Both women wore a light training uniform, a simple gray shirt and gray pants, designed to fit snugly yet still be loose enough to allow for easy movement. Anna’s diaper was easily visible by its distinct bulge around her pelvis. As Anna expected, Windhowl had no visible diaper bulge. Whether that meant she was wearing a more discreet brand, or perhaps, no diaper at all, Anna could not tell. Then again, Windhowl’s pants were far more baggy than her own, so a larger diaper could be concealed under them. Windhowl assumed a combat stance, prompting Anna to do the same.
The two women attacked each other once more, the harsh clacking of their wooden swords filling the otherwise silent room. As she twisted and contorted her body to parry Windhowl’s rapid strikes, Anna could feel herself freely, openly peeing, as the insidious spell continued to fill her bowels and bladder. And speaking of her bowels, she could feel her body working overtime to vacate itself. Each movement pushed her closer and closer to completely soiling herself. She became sluggish, not daring to move so as not to provoke her bowels, and Windhowl was taking advantage of that. Painful lashes of the wooden blade struck Anna across her body.
After taking hit after hit, Anna’s body began forcefully emptying her bladder. An audible hiss filled the room, and Anna’s diaper was filled to capacity. Wet crescents formed on the insides of both of her thighs as her diaper gave up, her gray pants darkening as the urine soaked. Anna looked down in stunned disbelief, utterly humiliated by this lapse in control. She looked back up to see Windhowl’s blade flying towards her. Her distraction cost her dearly, as she was unable to parry or dodge the hit. The wooden blade slammed into her stomach, sending her reeling backwards as she fell to her knees. All the waste that had been pent up in her bowels finally found its way out, and she began messily filling her diaper. The spell had done its trick on her, and she continually crapped herself for nearly twenty seconds. Her diaper barely contained the absolutely massive bulge, and she could feel the warm, sticky substance cover every inch of her backside. Windhowl regarded her with something approximating pity.
“Why did you take so long assessing yourself when you urinated?” Windhowl asked.
“Because I’m a little unaccustomed to pissing in my pants,” Anna retorted.
“Well get used to it. In battle, it’s going to happen a lot, and if you have to take that long to get a hold of yourself, your enemy’s going to a lot worse to you than just make you wet yourself,”.
“What, like make me fill my pants, too?” Anna said in quiet scorn, putting her hand on the massive bulge on her butt, feeling it squish under her hand.
“Like kill you, Anna” Windhowl said very seriously.
“I know, Ma’am, it was a joke,”.
“Well, keep your jokes to a minimum. We’re to go out on a mission soon, and I don’t want you to die on your first outing,” Windhowl continued on after this sentence, speaking about their mission, but Anna was focused on something else…
While Windhowl’s back was turned, Anna quickly drew her wooden sword, and thrust it towards Windhowl. The blade found its way into one of the commander’s belt loops, and then Anna yanked the blade down as hard as she could.
Without much fuss, Lycelia Windhowl’s pants dropped to her ankles, revealing a very large diaper, with little, colorful shapes and patterns on it. Windhowl had stopped mid-sentence, stunned, and red in the face. Anna simply stared in awe. The commander’s diaper was far larger than her own. As Windhowl struggled to regain her senses, she became aware of a growing warmth between her legs. She looked down to see the front of the diaper changing color rapidly, as it filled with her pee. A wet crackle sounded from her butt as she filled her diaper with mess, as well. Anna had a good view of the diaper as it suddenly ballooned out and turned brown in the back.
Windhowl’s face had begun turning as-yet unseen shades of red. As she slowly and carefully turned to face her trainee, Anna could feel some more urine leak out into her full diaper upon seeing the commander’s rage-twisted face.
“So, uh… I see you also… wear,” Anna cleared her throat, “diapers,”.
But Windhowl did not reply.
Anna prayed that Windhowl would be gentle.
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A small Imperial skyship rested close to the ground. Several workers were just finishing their task of delivering supplies to it that would be ferried up to the Empire’s floating city. A few attendants took stock of each crate brought aboard, while several others began priming the ship’s magical circuitry for flight. If nothing went wrong, they’d be on the clouds in roughly thirty minutes.
As one of the loading men set his box down to take a quick breath, he barely heard a sound as the knife slipped between his ribs, and punctured his vital organs. One of the rebel men, Asanos, expertly tossed the body behind some crates. Across the docks, he could see as Lorette struck down another loader, their new recruit following just behind her. Several other men caught up with them, and he signalled to storm the skyship.
Each of them issued a mighty war cry, and charged up the bridge and onto the ship. The security was overwhelmed almost immediately, as they’d only been equipped to deal with a few people, not the small battalion that had just boarded them.
The rebels began subduing and tying up the surviving crew members. Umira was escorting an Imperial woman whose hands were tied behind her back into the room where the rest of the crew had been moved. She shoved the woman into a kneeling position.
“Now stay here!” Umira shouted, in her most imposing voice, “Or I’ll paint the ship with your insides!”.
The woman who’d just been escorted in lost control of herself, and her blue pants began to darken at the crotch, and twin wet stains spread down her thighs. A puddle began forming underneath her, and a small amount of steam rose from the pool of urine she now sat in. Umira glanced around the room, and saw that this woman was not the only one to wet herself. A number of women now knelt in puddles and wore stained pants. Judging by the smell, more than one had soiled their pants as well. If her understanding of Imperial women was correct, then the ones whose pants weren’t ruined were likely wearing diapers of some sort. It’s quite likely a lot of the wet ones did as well, they had simply overloaded them.
“Fucking unbelievable,” Umira began, “Have a little dignity, you cowards!”
As the warrior glanced through the doorway, she saw Lorette and Asanos had rounded up the skyship’s leadership. A tall woman in a blue jacket with elegant shoulder pads and white pants had been brought to the center of the deck. Umira assumed that this must be the captain.
“How do we pilot this vessel?” Lorette asked the captain. The captain only glared in reply.
Lorette leaned in very close to the captain’s face, “We killed anyone who could save you, captain. Cooperate and you may yet live,” The captain’s steely gaze faltered for a second, but returned.
“Have it your way,” Lorette said, and drew her sword, swinging for the woman’s throat, but stopping just shy of hitting it.
The captain gasped sharply, and she could feel her stomach suddenly feel much lighter, in contrast to how her underwear suddenly felt much heavier. Even from where Umira was watching, the sound of the captain losing control of her bowels was audible. A lumpy, brown bulge formed between the woman’s legs, and the brown stain spread, flowing down her legs a ways. The captain’s face grew red as she noticed her men attempting to pretend they didn’t notice that her Poise Guardian diaper had been completely overwhelmed.
“Feeling more cooperative?” Lorette asked, smirking.
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Anna stood on the top deck of the skyship as it sailed through the clouds. She still wore her training clothes, albeit with panties now and no diaper. She was being forced to mop up the deck, and was certain that Windhowl had instructed everyone else to spill and drop everything they had on this deck.
At first, Anna felt that her punishment was extremely lenient, considering the absolutely stunning amount of disrespect she showed her commander. After a couple hours, she understood her punishment well: she’d been allowed to change back into her panties, but Windhowl had never removed the spell that continually filled her bowels and bladder. She was reaching the breaking point, and soon would have to go in her pants, with everyone on deck able to see.
Windhowl was not gentle with punishments. She dipped the mop into the bucket of fetid water, cringing at the sloshing noise. She felt her bladder beg, then felt a lance of heat race down her right thigh. She snapped to her senses and clamped down. She looked to her legs, and saw a small, inch-wide stain reaching almost to her right knee. She felt the blood rush to her face, knowing that someone was bound to notice her release.
“How’s the floor coming, Anna?” Windhowl asked from behind her.
“F-fine, Ma’am!” Anna answered, snapping to attention and saluting the commander. At the sudden change, she leaked slightly more, and a circular damp spot formed around her crotch.
“Careful, soldier. You’ll just have more to mop up,” Windhowl turned and began walking away, chuckling slightly.
Once she was no longer mandated to stand at attention, Anna shoved her hands into her privates, desperately clenching up. She knew that Windhowl would do something worse to her if she tried to make it to a bathroom.
With small tears in her eyes, Anna accepted her punishment, and crouched down. She inhaled, then exhaled, and released her bladder. Wet warmth flooded into her gray pants, drenching her crotch and ass before streaming out of her pants and splattering loudly onto the ground. She dared not open her eyes to look around- she knew anyone on deck could see her.
Regrettably, she also knew she wasn’t done. With the same mentality that it would be pointless to hold it, she emptied her bowels, as well. Solid mess entered into her panties. Slowly at first, causing a very slow-growing bulge to appear. With a quick grunt, the mess rocketed out, and her pants and panties tented out, before the log crumpled and more mess came out of her. The bulge began to spread to the sides, not being able to reach out any further. She felt the hot, sticky mess mix with the wetness in her pants, creating the perfect mess. With her pants completely soiled, she stood, ignoring the stares from her crewmates, and set about mopping up her puddle of urine.
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“This is Captain Shayla of the skyship Cloudkeeper, we are under attack!” A small crystal ball reflected an image of the Cloudkeeper’s captain, her SOS being received by Windhowl.
The reflection of the captain looked behind her in alarm, then back at Windhowl, “A large number of attackers have boarded my ship, and are ransacking Imperial supplies!”.
Windhowl summoned her crew, and informed of their new mission: to save the Cloudkeeper.
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Umira and several others were rifling through the many crates aboard the Cloudkeeper, pocketing anything of value. Of course, much of it were strange devices that they did not understand. Lorette had urged them to be careful, but Umira saw no cause for concern from these toys.
Eventually she found a box marked “TRAINING - F” and popped it open. She was eager to see what sort of implements the Empire used to train its- of course.
Diapers.
Half the crate was laden with diapers of varying size. Fucking Imperials.
“Hey Lorette!” Umira shouted, catching the knight’s attention. “Got a present for ya!,” the warrior shouted, throwing a bulky diaper at Lorette’s face, but she caught it before it made contact. She blushed upon realizing what was thrown to her. Umira laughed a bit, as did several of the other individuals looting the ship.
Umira turned her attention back to the crate, and a small talisman caught her eye. She picked it up, and held it to the light. It appeared to be a magical device of some sort, but Umira couldn’t discern its purpose. It looked like a small, purple gem embedded in a gray, circular plate. She turned it over in her hands repeatedly, before roughly tapping the gem with her knuckle. As she did so, the gem’s color faded, and this cold sensation washed over her body for a moment. Slightly worried, she looked herself over, but could not find anything amiss. Whatever the item was, it had cast some sort of spell on her.
She tossed the talisman away, and cracked open another chest. In the middle of looting, however, she felt a very sudden need to urinate. She rose, and exited the room. She found herself in some hallway in the ship, looking for a restroom. She wasn’t the most civilized individual, but she wasn’t crazy about the thought of her comrades walking in on her pissing on the floor. She looked around, feeling her urge growing stronger. Her strong, muscled thighs clamped together to keep from wetting herself, but she could tell it would be for nothing if she didn’t find a bathroom immediately.
She began just randomly opening doors, and hoping to see a lavatory. She came upon one door, and opened it to see an Imperial woman standing inside. Umira hopped back in shock, filled with disgust at the several lines of warmth that now traced their way down her legs. Her damp crotch filled her with shame, but her shame was significantly overshadowed by her anger at this woman who had not been captured.
Umira drew her small war axe, and walked towards the woman. The Imperial backed up until her back was against the wall. With nowhere else to go, the woman closed her eyes and waited for death. A loud brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaap-fssshhhhcht filled the room as the woman filled her pants, the giant load now resting against her asscheeks. She emptied her bladder as well, hard enough that Umira could hear the hissing. The lack of staining on the Imperial’s pants indicated that she must have been wearing a diaper.
Umira took another step forward, but the sight of this woman completely soiling herself caused her to notice just how badly she needed to relieve her bowels, as well. Her bladder continued to scream for release. Another few streams coursed down her legs, her tan panties soaking up the release. She clamped her thighs together, feeling the warmth radiating from her crotch. At the other end, she felt the tip of her mess meeting her panties. It was only through sheer force of will that she kept from losing control completely.
The Imperial woman opened her eyes to see why she wasn’t dead yet, and gave an understanding look as she saw the woman on the cusp of losing it. “D-do y-y-you need to… go?” The Imperial asked.
“No, be quiet!” Umira replied hotly.
“T-there’s some p-protection in that chest, there,” She said, pointing to a footlocker. Umira knelt and opened it, revealing an adult diaper. Her face went red with equal parts embarrassment and fury. “P-please, just take it and let me go...” The Imperial begged.
“RRRRRAGH What is it with you Imperials and your constant pissing and shitting yourselves?!” Umira shouted, despite her own situation. She refused to be like them. She steeled herself, and stood, regaining control over her body. Her legs were damp, and her panties wet, but she managed to hold most of her waste.
She moved to the Imperial, and grabbed her by the shoulder, leading her into the hostage room. Once she was secured, Umira made her way to the deck. Just in time, it seems, to see the ship’s captain giving Lorette a lesson in how to operate the skyship. In the middle of the lecture, however, the captain chuckled at something. She turned suddenly, and looked up at the clouds above them. In the blink of an eye, a massive shadow appeared behind them, and a colossal skyship broke through, blotting out the sun.
At the sight of the incoming ship, Umira’s mind began racing. She tried to count just how many fighters the ship could hold, how fast it was moving, how long they had to get away, and-
Pssssssssssssssssh…
She stood with her legs parted, a solid stream of urine falling between her legs, splattering onto the ground. Several rivulets wound down her legs, cascading into her boots. She urinated for upwards of thirty seconds. The mess that had been poking against her panties earlier now slid out with no resistance. A crackling sound accompanied her fearful reaction, and her firm logs of waste tented out her panties, and caused them to sag down far. Hardly anyone on the deck was looking at her, but that still didn’t stop her from being completely ashamed of herself.
Asanos spoke up, “Grab whatever you can, we need to leave, now!”.
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“So what supplies were taken?” Windhowl asked in a professional tone.
“Mostly food and unimportant resources. I don’t think they knew what was worth taking,” The Cloudkeeper’s captain responded, shuffling in embarrassment as she stood in front of the mighty Lycelia Windhowl with a load in her pants. “We’re still taking stock, but I don’t believe anything critical was lost-”
“Captain, if I may…?” A young female officer asked. The wet stains on her legs and smell that followed her were telling.
“Proceed,”
“They actually did take some sensitive materials: some of the more… feminine supplies,”.
After a moment, both Windhowl and the captain realized what she meant.
Windhowl spoke in a grave voice, “That’s not good. The Ministry can cover up these sorts of things in the Empire, but we can’t let word get out among the lower kingdoms. We’ll have to get those… supplies back, and fast,”.
“The Cloudkeeper and her crew are happy to help however we can, Commander,”.
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Squish.
Squish.
Squish.
With every step, Umira could feel her release mushing about in her panties. Her wet legs were chill in the breeze as the group travelled through the forest. Out of everyone and everything, she was the angriest at herself for having such poor control. How did she not realize how badly she had to go?
“Changed your mind?” Lorette asked, in a tone that suggested she already knew the answer.
“What?”
“About my security that I offered you,”
“...No. I stand by what I said. This is my shame to bear,”
“How honorable,”
“So how about you? Did you wind up needing that thing?” Umira asked, gesturing towards the knight’s pelvic region.
“Not too badly,” Lorette lied. In truth, her diaper was soaked and filled to capacity. Her armor kept the extent of her accident from being visible. It also tightly held her wetness and mess against her, squishing it flat. “Perhaps in the future, you’ll listen to me when I try to help you,”
“Perhaps in the future, you’ll realize I don’t want you help,” Umira replied, nonchalantly hiking her panties up to keep them from sagging further.
For the time being, they had to go into hiding with their new supplies. The Empire would not take this lightly, and they would be hunted.
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{5} Hogsmeade
Harry had felt bad the rest of the evening and he didn't sleep well. He was still tired when he went to breakfast and he wasn't in a good mood.
He sat next to Hermione who was already eating some toast.
'Good morning.' Harry said softly.
'Oh hey good morning, Harry.' Hermione answered.
She clearly hadn't talked to Ron about what happened.
Harry just drank some water and sat there staring at the table.
'Aren't you going to eat?' Hermione asked suddenly.
Harry nodded his head.
'I'm not hungry.'
'Are you feeling sick?'
He didn't get the chance to answer cause Ron walked up to the table and sat right in front of him, giving him an angry look.
'Hi, Ron.' Said Hermione, not knowing what was going on between the two boys.
'Hermione.' Answered Ron short.
The girl noticed he didn't say anything to Harry and now started to realize that something was wrong.
'Are you guys alright?' She asked.
Ron didn't answer and put a large piece of toast in his mouth. The argument didn't seem to bother him.
Hermione looked at Harry. Before he could say anything Ron started talking.
'You still need to explain me why Malfoy was in our bathroom yesterday.' He said while giving Harry an angry look.
Harry didn't expect this.
'I thought you didn't want my explanation.' He answered.
Hermione looked at both of them confused.
'What happened?' She asked.
Harry wanted to say something but Ron didn't let him.
'Yesterday when me and Neville came back from class we found Harry and Malfoy kissing in the bathroom, almost naked.' Ron almost yelled, his mouth full of toast.
Hermione turned her eyes.
'Ronald, behave yourself.' She pointed at the toast.
'Whatever...did you hear what I just said?'
Hermione nodded her head and looked at Harry.
'Is that true, Harry?'
'No, we weren't kissing. And we weren't naked either.'
'I said ALMOST naked!' Ron interrupted him.
Harry didn't want to have this argument early in the morning. He already felt bad enough. And he hadn't seen Draco today, he was worried he would be mad for what happened yesterday.
'I wonder, what was that stupid Malfoy doing in OUR bathroom?' Ron continued being annoying.
Hermione wanted to say something but Harry was first.
'Malfoy isn't stupid!' He yelled while getting up. Ron stared at him with big eyes.
'Where are you going?' Hermione asked worried, she noticed that Ron had hurt him by saying that.
Harry felt like he was going to cry and he didn't want that to happen in front of Ron.
'I need to use the bathroom.' He said before walking away.
'But...Harry you need to eat something!' Hermione said, caring as she usually was.
'Don't you see that he's running away from the problem?' Ron said annoyed.
Hermione looked at him.
'Maybe it's just better to leave him alone now...'
Harry couldn't help it but tears were running down his face as he ran down the hallway to the closest boys bathroom.
Ron used to be his friend. Why did he act like this?
Harry was mad, sad at the same time. He got into the bathroom and started crying harder, without shame when he suddenly heard a toilet being flushed.
Fuck there was someone in there...
Harry hurried and wiped away his tears but he couldn't hide he had been crying, his face was all red.
A bathroom stall opened and to his surprise Draco came out of it.
'Harry?...'
The blonde boy walked up to him.
'Are you okay?' He asked worried.
Harry shook his head.
'No...'
'Why what happened?'
Malfoy came closer to him and couldn't help but holding Harry.
It made Harry feel better.
'It's Ron.' He said then.
'That stupid Weasel.'
Harry didn't react. Usually he used to get mad when Malfoy called Ron this. But now he didn't. He felt like he deserved it.
'He already told Hermione...' Harry continued.
Draco wanted to say: 'that Mudblood.' But he shut his mouth since he knew Harry wouldn't like this.
'What did she say?' He asked instead.
'Nothing but...I don't want everyone to find out.' Harry answered.
Draco looked at him and hugged him even tighter.
'Same...we'll need to find a way to hide this...I'm sure we will.' He said while putting his hand on Harry's shoulder.
'I hope so...' Harry answered sad.
It was silent for a while.
Draco stopped hugging Harry and looked at him.
'By the way are you coming to Hogsmeade this afternoon?'
Harry had totally forgot about that. Now he finally had the permission from Sirius, so he didn't have to use his invisibility cloak anymore to sneak into Hogsmeade.
He looked at Draco and forced a smile.
'Yes.'
As planned the Hogwarts students were going to Hogsmeade in the afternoon. Usually Harry would be with Ron and Hermione but since Ron was acting like this he just stayed away from him. He was with Draco instead. And he enjoyed it.
It was nice not having class this afternoon. When they were at Hogsmeade they were usually free to do whatever they wanted. He always used to go to The Three Broomsticks with Ron and Hermione. Maybe he could go with Draco...
As the afternoon passed it had been snowing and it was pretty cold now. Harry and Draco had been walking in the forest for quite a while.
Even though Harry was still sad about what happened this morning he felt better, being with Draco.
Harry's legs started to hurt from the walking and he decided that it would be a good idea to sit down to rest. Luckily there was a tree stump and Harry could sit on it. Malfoy sat next to him.
'Are you alright?' He asked looking at him.
'Yeah...just a little tired...' Harry answered.
Draco smiled at him and came a little closer.
'It's cold...'
'I know right.' Harry answered, smiling a little.
It was silent for a while and Harry suddenly felt some pressure on his bladder. He needed to pee...
Not the right moment.
Harry didn't pay attention to it. He was just thinking about him and Malfoy.
'Are you a couple now?' Neville had asked yesterday.
To be honest, he didn't know the answer. He liked Draco...and Draco liked him...but that didn't mean they were a couple, right?
Harry looked at the blonde boy and noticed he was squirming a bit.
'Is there something wrong?' He asked.
Draco looked at him. He clearly wasn't expecting this question.
Was it so visible then?...
'No...nothing.' He answered forcing a smile.
The truth was: he really needed to pee. The cold wasn't making him feel any better. But he wasn't going to tell Harry. He had embarrassed himself enough yesterday by wetting himself in front of Potter. He hoped they would go back to Hogwarts soon...
Suddenly Harry got up.
'What are you doing?' Draco asked.
Harry looked at him shy.
'I need to pee...' He said quietly. Draco noticed Harry was blushing.
'Do you know if there's a bathroom somewhere?' Malfoy asked. Hoping he would so he could maybe use it too.
Harry nodded his head.
'I don't think so...' He answered while shifting from his one leg to his other.
'I'll just go behind a tree...'
'Okay...I'll wait here.'
Draco watched as Harry walked a little further into the forest.
This wasn't fair. Potter was just going to pee behind a tree and he had to hold it. He wasn't doing this. It was freaking gross and by the way: he was pee shy. He couldn't do it....
Draco started squirming trying to relieve some of the pressure on his bladder.
When Harry finished peeing he zipped up his pants again and walked back to Malfoy, noticing that he wasn't sitting on the tree stump anymore. He just stood there, squirming. Harry knew he needed to pee as well. He just didn't want to admit it...
Harry walked back as casual as possible.
Draco turned around.
'Oh you're back.' He said kinda bored. He was more thinking about his need to pee.
'Yes.' Harry answered. 'I feel better now. I had to go pretty bad.'
Gosh Potter, shut up!
Draco tried to not show how desperate he was by now. It was going to be fine. Harry didn't need to know about this. He could hold it.
At least...that's what he tried to tell himself.
Because it was cold and Harry was kinda tired of walking around the whole time he decided to go to The Three Broomsticks with Malfoy.
When they got in there it was nice and warm. Harry sat at a table in the back, Draco next to him.
Harry ordered two pints of Butterbeer.
Malfoy thought it was pretty nice of him...but he really needed to pee right now. Drinking something was only going to make it worse...
He crossed his legs tightly trying to sit still but it was really hard.
He hoped Harry wouldn't notice...
A little later the woman arrived with their drinks.
Harry started drinking immediately and was looking at Draco.
He also took a sip of the warm liquid just to please Harry but it wasn't making him feel better.
The urge to pee was getting worse every minute and he didn't know how long he could still hold it.
Draco started squirming a little trying to relieve some of the pressure on his bladder. It wasn't really helping.
'Are you okay?' Harry asked suddenly.
Fuck...he noticed...
Malfoy looked up, crossing his legs again.
'Yeah sure...Why are you even asking?' He answered kinda annoyed.
'Nothing...just it's like your uncomfortable.' Harry replied.
'I am totally fine.' Draco lied.
He didn't know for how long he could hide this. But he felt so embarrassed admitting this to Harry. He should've went to the bathroom before going to Hogsmeade...
Harry wanted to say something but just at that moment he saw the door of the pub opening and a ginger boy walking inside.
Ron! This wasn't okay...
Harry was hoping he would just ignore them but when Ron noticed Harry and the blonde boy sitting at a table together he walked up to them.
'Still can't believe you're doing this, Harry.' He said while nodding his head.
Harry looked at him but didn't say anything. He did not want to have this argument.
'You realize this is just a trick, do you?' Weasley continued. 'You don't believe that he actually likes you I hope?'
Draco was getting very annoyed and couldn't take it that the Weasel was assuming all of these things that weren't true. He actually liked Harry...it was hard to admit it to himself at first but he knew he did.
The annoying Ron helped him to not think about his need to pee, at least for now...
'I bet he's just helping Voldemort!' Ron started again.
Harry looked at him with big eyes. Malfoy was seriously done.
'Listen up, Weasel! You're gonna leave us alone right now and shut the fuck up! Will ya?'
The blonde boy now got up and walked up to the ginger, who was a bit taller than him.
'How cute, you're helping your "boyfriend"!' Ron yelled.
'Weasley I swear that if you don't shut your mouth right now I'm gonna...'
'You're gonna do what?' Ron interrupted him.
'Tell your father?' He answered laughing at his own joke.
Malfoy started turning red and was a little embarrassed.
'No I'm not gonna tell my father.' He answered annoyed.
'I am gonna...'
He suddenly felt his bladder cramping. Oh my god he couldn't take this anymore. He had to pee right now!! Fuck!!
He couldn't help it and he crossed his legs tightly to prevent himself from wetting.
Ron started to laugh.
'What's wrong, Malfoy? Need to go potty?'
Draco felt more embarrassed than ever but tried to stay calm.
'No I don't!' He answered annoyed and he walked up to Ron.
Harry looked at him.
'Baby leave him alone.' He tried to calm Draco down.
'I'm not! He needs to keep his nose out of OUR business!' Draco answered. The pressure in his bladder was now worse than ever and it really started hurting him.
'I know but fighting won't help...' Harry answered calm.
Draco didn't listen.
He grabbed Ron and looked at him.
'Did you hear what I said? Once more and...'
Ron looked at him angry.
'Do not touch me!'
He tried to get away but Draco didn't let him go.
'Draco please...' Harry said knowing this wasn't going to turn out good.
Malfoy ignored Harry.
'I'm done with this! We can do whatever we want and you're gonna leave us alone!' He yelled.
Ron pushed him away but the other boy grabbed him again, harder this time.
'I will!' Ron answered.
'And will you please let me go now?'
'No!'
'Let me go, Malfoy!'
'I said no!'
Ron was getting more angry and couldn't help it.
'What will your father say when he hears that you're gay?' He yelled then.
This was it. Draco hadn't even thought about this and the thought of his father finding out about this drove him crazy. He was now furious and walked up to Ron, pushing him so he fell against the table at the other side.
Ron quickly got up and excused himself to the people who were sitting there.
'Sorry....'
He walked back to Malfoy more angry than before.
'This is it, Malfoy!'
He grabbed the blonde boy who lost his balance and he fell on the ground.
Harry was shocked about what was happening. He wanted to go to Malfoy and help him, ask him if he was okay but he didn't move and Ron stood right in front of him.
He looked at the blonde boy, laying on the ground.
'This! Weasel! You're gonna regret this!' Malfoy yelled trying to get up. It was hard, not because he had hurt him but cause the pressure on his bladder was now unbearable.
Ron looked at him, full of hatred and he kicked the blonde boy so he couldn't get up-right in the lower stomach...
Draco completely lost it. Ron's kicking had made his bladder cramp again and he just couldn't hold it any longer. Pee started gushing out, while he was still laying on the ground-now curled up in a ball because of the pain in his bladder.
'Ahh...'
He just couldn't help it. He felt so horrible. The pee kept flowing and made a large puddle on the floor. He had to fucking stop! But he just couldn't...
Draco kept peeing till he was done.
Afterwards he started crying.
Ron started laughing.
'This is ridiculous! You were so scared you peed yourself!' He yelled looking at the blonde boy.
'Get the fuck out, Weasley!' Draco yelled, tears running down his face. His pants were all wet and warm from the pee.
Harry was still standing aside, astonished from what had happened when suddenly the door of The Three Broomsticks opened and professor Snape came in, followed my some other people.
This was not okay...
Harry bit his lip, scared of what was going to happen now. This didn't look good.
As soon as Snape saw Draco laying on the ground he walked up to them.
'What is going on here, Potter?' He yelled.
Harry was surprised. Why was he yelling at him? He didn't do anything!
'Nothing sir...well...'
'Then why is Mr. Malfoy laying on the ground? Crying?' Snape yelled.
Harry wanted to say something but Draco was first.
'It's that Weasley there! He pushed me!' He yelled, trying to get up-pointing at Ron.
He was still so mad that he forgot about his wet pants.
Snape looked at him while he got up.
'What happened to your trousers, Mr. Malfoy?...'
Oh no.
Draco's face got all red.
'Eh nothing sir....I eh...I fell in the snow...' He realized that this excuse was pretty stupid since all the wetness was at his crotch area.
'Right...' Snape answered dry.
'I don't know what has happened but Mr. Weasley?' Snape said while turned around and looking at Ron.
'Make sure you come to my office when we're back at school. We need to talk about this.'
'Yes sir...' Answered Ron scared.
Malfoy gave him a look full of hatred.
Snape now turned around to Harry and Draco.
'I think it's better that you two go now...'
'Yes sir...' Harry answered.
He thought Draco was going to talk to him but to his surprise the Slytherin walked out of the pub without saying anything.
Harry didn't get it.
'Draco! Wait!'
The blonde boy started running away, back to the forest.
Harry ran after him calling his name but Malfoy ignored him.
He felt horrible. Tears were running down his face again. This was probably the most embarrassing moment in his entire life! What was worse than wetting yourself in front of Potter? Wetting yourself in front of Potter, Weasley and Snape!
When he was far enough in the forest and he couldn't see Harry anymore he sat down under a tree. In the snow. It was cold but he didn't care, his pants were wet anyways.
That Weasel was right! If his father found out about this he would probably kill him. He knew Snape was going to tell him about what happened today...
He started crying harder.
Harry was still running and totally out of breath he stopped. He saw Draco sitting on the ground, in the snow. Crying like a little kid. Harry felt sorry for him. He knew the boy wanted to be alone but he couldn't help himself and walked up to him.
'Draco...'
Malfoy looked up. Like he usually did he wiped away as much of the tears from his face as he could, so Harry wouldn't notice. But it was obvious that he had been crying.
'Are you alight?' Harry asked worried, sitting next to him in the cold snow.
Malfoy nodded his head.
'I'm fine...'
Harry put his hand on his shoulder.
'No you're not. Please don't lie to me.'
Draco looked at him. There was so much sadness in his eyes that Harry never noticed before.
'I just feel horrible...' Draco admitted, sniffing a little.
Harry came closer to him.
'It's okay. It's horrible what Ron did. I don't get it... He used to be so nice...'
'He clearly isn't anymore...' And he never was, went to Draco's mind but he kept it to himself.
Harry sighed looking at Draco.
'Are you okay? I mean why didn't you tell me you had to pee? We could've searched for a bathroom...'
Draco looked down. This was so embarrassing.
'I didn't have to go that bad anyway...'
'Come on...you were squirming all the time...'
Malfoy didn't look at him.
'I had to go...but I thought I could wait...'
'It's okay.' Harry said while hugging him.
Draco felt so bad right now. He couldn't help it and started crying again.
'It's okay.' Harry said softly. 'It's okay to cry. It'll make you feel better.'
"You don't know what I'm going through, Potter...."
.... |
{6} Snape's class
Draco suddenly woke up. He still felt tired and wanted to turn around when he suddenly noticed it was very quite in the boys bedroom...
He opened his eyes and looked around, blinded by the sunlight that was coming in through the window.
Then he realized that the other boys weren't there anymore...
Draco looked at his clock and saw that it was 8:45. His first class started at 9:00 today!
That was in fifteen minutes! Oh god he overslept. He suddenly started panicking and got out of his bed real quick. He really had to hurry now, sure there wouldn't be time for breakfast. It didn't matter though, he wasn't hungry anyway. He didn't feel great since what happened yesterday. He just didn't have time to think about that now.
In a hurry he walked to the bathroom taking his robe and trousers. He got dressed quickly and started brushing his light blonde hair. He sat on the side of his bed while tying his shoes when he suddenly felt the pressure on his bladder and realized he really needed to pee. But he was already late. He had ten more minutes and he had to walk all the way to the Potions classroom and Snape would get very angry if he was late again.
He squirmed, noticing his bladder was pretty full. He usually had to go and have his morning pee after he woke up but today he just didn't have time for it. Unfortunately...
Draco got his bag with all of his books for next lessons and hurried out of the boys bedroom, going to the Slytherin common room -that was totally empty- and went down the hallway going to the stairs to go upstairs to the Potions classroom.
He was way too in a hurry to pay attention to his full bladder but this sure was going to cause him some trouble...
Harry was already sitting in Snape's Potion class, Hermione next to him, Ron all the way at the other side of the classroom. He hadn't said anything since yesterday. Probably Snape had found out that it was him who pushed Draco and gave him a punishment. Hermione hadn't talked to him either. Well she tried to but found that Ron was really exaggerating and decided to ignore him. That's what Harry tried as well. But Ron kept giving him angry looks. Why couldn't he just stop acting so childish?
Harry kept looking at the door of the classroom. Draco still wasn't there and Harry was getting nervous. He was worried about him. Usually he was on time and he hadn't seen him today- not in the bathroom, not during breakfast...
Harry knew it was because of yesterday and that he wasn't feeling good.
Just when Harry thought Draco wouldn't come anymore and when Snape walked to the door to close it and start his lesson the blonde boy ran into the classroom.
'You're late, Mr. Malfoy.' Said Snape annoyed. Draco didn't look at him. He was kinda out of breath from running and his hair got in his face.
'I'm sorry sir...It won't happen again.' Draco said without facing his teacher.
Snape looked at him.
'Better won't.'
Draco blushed a little, being embarrassed cause everyone was looking at him and he walked straight to his seat and sat down next to Harry.
Harry smiled.
'Hey. I thought you weren't coming anymore. Are you alright?'
Draco looked at him.
'I'm fine.' He answered kinda annoyed. By now Harry knew he didn't mean it like that.
Actually he was pretty insecure but he just acted this way to hide it.
'Get your books on page 260.' Snape said while walking to the front of the class. Everyone got out their books. Harry and Draco were sitting on the second row, so Snape wasn't paying that much attention to them. When Harry got out his book and put it on the desk in front of him he noticed that Draco was squirming in his seat.
He didn't have to go already, did he?
Harry didn't ask him since he felt like he wasn't in such a good mood.
Draco opened his book on the page Snape asked and tried to pay attention to what he was saying. He already couldn't sit still. The pressure on his bladder was really bad and he regretted he didn't use the bathroom before class. He was late anyway. He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold it the entire hour. But he had no other choice.
By the way: he wasn't a little kid anymore. He just had to hold it.
Snape started talking about dangerous curses and time passed slowly.
Draco started squirming in his seat.
He really had to go...
He just felt so embarrassed to admit he needed the bathroom and Snape wouldn't let him go anyway. He never let someone go.
When Snape walked up to Neville in the back of the class to explain something Harry turned to Draco.
'What's wrong?' He whispered.
The blonde boy gave him an annoyed look. He was definitely not in a good mood.
'Nothing...'
Harry looked at him.
'Come on, Draco. Why are you squirming like that?'
He looked down. Why did he always have to notice?
'I need to use the bathroom okay. I woke up late this morning and I didn't have time to...'
He couldn't finish his sentence cause Snape walked back to his desk.
'Silence!' He yelled.
Draco didn't say anything anymore. He crossed his legs tightly trying to hold back the flow when suddenly a wave of desperation hit him. He felt miserable. He just really, really had to go now.
Snape looked at the class with an evil grin on his face.
'I think it's time for a test...' He said while taking some papers.
All of the students were scared for a test but they didn't say anything. Snape started handing out the tests.
When he was done he walked back to his desk and sat down.
'You have till the end of this class to finish this test. Make sure you're on time. And no cheating!'
It was completely silent and everyone started filling in their test. It was a test about how to make advanced potions and it was really complicated.
For Hermione, it was peace of cake of course.
Harry thought it was extremely difficult but then he noticed Malfoy and he knew it was worse for him.
The poor blonde boy was squirming all the time, squeezing his thighs together to prevent himself from peeing.
He was really desperate now and he was sure he couldn't hold it until the end of class. It really started to hurt him...
His painfully full bladder also was distracting him from concentrating on the test. He just couldn't think clear. He was going to fail the test anyway. His father would be so mad...
He couldn't take it anymore. Another wave of desperation hit him and he felt some wetness in his underwear. He was peeing...
No, please no, not here Draco... He tried to tell himself and he panicked now cause he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
He crossed his legs as tight as he could and closed his eyes trying to concentrate on holding it. All of his muscles were working together but he knew he couldn't do this for long. It was just exhausting.
Draco wasn't feeling good. The unbearable pressure on his bladder was making him feel kinda dizzy and even a little nauseous.
He didn't have any other choice now. He had to ask Snape, he couldn't take this anymore.
Draco opened his eyes again, he took a quick look at his pants and robe, but nothing had happened yet.
He felt so embarrassed but he knew he had to do this.
He raised his hand and noticed he was shaking. Harry saw what was happening and felt sorry for him. He had been in this situation before. He know how horrible it was.
Snape decided to ignore him for a while and Draco only got more desperate. He felt so horrible right now. His bladder was hurting so bad he just couldn't hold it anymore. He couldn't help but grabbing his crotch with his left hand that he was hiding under his desk.
Cause he kept raising his hand, Professor Snape looked at him.
'Yes, Mr. Malfoy?' He said annoyed.
'Could I...please be excused sir...?' Malfoy asked with a shaky voice.
He hoped no one was paying attention but some students definitely were.
'And why Mr. Malfoy?' Snape asked, as if he knew how horrible it was for him to tell this.
'I...I need to use the bathroom sir...' Draco answered quietly.
Snape sighed.
Draco knew what was coming now. He felt worse every minute and the pain in his bladder was just unbearable.
'You're making a test and if you leave the classroom you have to hand in the test. It's far from finished from what I see...'
Draco looked down. He couldn't do it anymore. It was hurting so much and he was about to pee himself, right in front of everyone.
'Please sir...' He answered, almost begging.
'It's an emergency...' He said while squirming in his seat, worse then ever. Snape should've known that he wasn't lying. He was way too embarrassed to admit that he needed to go. If it wasn't urgent he wouldn't have asked.
'Finish your test!' Snape answered.
Draco had to do his best not to cry.
'But sir...I can't hold it...'
'I said finish your test! And if I were you I would stop talking now or I'll give you another detention!'
He didn't say anything anymore. He honestly didn't care anymore either.
Another wave of desperation hit him and he bended over, holding his crotch trying to hold it as good as he could but he just couldn't do it anymore. Pee started dripping in his underwear and he squeezed but it didn't help. He was wetting himself... First it was just a little but he couldn't stop and the pee started gushing out, filling his underwear and his chair.
No no please...
He had to stop!! How hard he tried, he just couldn't, the warm pee now started running down his left leg, making a puddle on the ground.
Harry noticed a hissing sound and knew what was happening. He couldn't help but look next to him and see Malfoy wetting himself.
'Draco...'
He ignored Harry and still tried to stop peeing. He felt like he was about to cry...
Suddenly Snape noticed the puddle on the floor. He got up and walked to Draco looking at him.
'What are you doing, Mr. Malfoy?' He asked, annoyed and surprised at the same time.
Draco didn't answer and felt tears running down his face.
Don't cry, you're only making it worse...
He just couldn't help it.
He was still peeing when Snape was standing next to him but he tried and forced himself to stop. Surprisingly he managed to stop the flow, but he still wasn't done. He still had to go. Badly...
Just wait now ok? It's already bad enough...
Snape was still looking at him.
'Unbelievable...' He nodded his head. Draco didn't look at him.
He was still crying.
'Can you come with me for a moment, Mr. Malfoy?' Snape asked then. 'I want to talk to you about this.'...
Could it get worse? He just wet himself in front of the whole class and now Snape asked him to get up and follow him?
Draco felt even worse than before but he knew he had no other choice. He got up, leaving a wet chair behind him and walked behind Snape who was going to the office next to the classroom.
'Everyone is quite while me and Mr. Malfoy are having our conversation!' He said before opening the door to his office and getting inside.
Draco followed him. He was shaking and he had to force himself to stop crying. This was ridiculous!
His grey trousers were all wet and it felt warm and sticky. The worst part was that he still needed to pee. He knew he couldn't hold it for long cause his bladder was just way too sore from the holding.
Snape sat down on the chair.
'Take a seat...' Said Snape. Draco did what he asked and Snape realized that this wasn't such a good idea since Draco's trousers and robe were drenched with pee.
'Shouldn't have said that. Anyway, Mr. Malfoy. I wanted to talk to you about something. I feel like you're not feeling that good lately. Isn't it?'
He was not going to talk about this.
Draco tried his best to ignore his throbbing bladder and gave Snape the same annoyed look as usual.
'No.'
'Strange...' Snape answered nodding his head.
'Then why are you wetting yourself? There must be a reason...'
Draco was embarrassed he wanted to cry again but he made sure he didn't. He squirmed a little and looked at Snape.
'There isn't.'
'Sure...you do it for fun, I propose?'
That grin afterwards.
Malfoy was getting really annoyed, especially since he still needed to pee.
'It was just an accident...' He admitted shyly.
'Boys your age do not have accidents like this anymore, Draco.'
He didn't look at him. He looked down at his shoes and started moving on his seat.
'I don't wanna have this conversation with you now, sir.' He said then.
Snape looked at him, the fake surprised face.
'Why not? Don't tell me you want to finish your test because that was a disaster anyway.' The professor answered.
Draco felt bad.
He really needed to pee...
'No sir...I need to...' He was so embarrassed. 'Use the bathroom...' He finished his sentence.
Snape laughed.
'Mr. Malfoy, you just went! I'm not that stupid. Like I said, I can feel something is going on and I will have to talk to your father about this...'
Draco looked up when he said that. Not his father, please! If he knew about this he would kill him!
He just felt worse every minute. He just had to pee, okay? Why couldn't he just let him go? He was seriously done with everything...
It was so hard holding it and he felt so horrible.
Snape was just looking at him without saying anything.
Draco just couldn't take it anymore. His bladder was cramping and the urge to pee was now worse than before.
'Talk to me, Draco.' Snape said then, he noticed the boy was very uncomfortable.
'No.' Even though he felt this bad he wasn't giving in.
'Draco...'
He could feel more wetness in his underwear, warm and new wetness. He was losing it again...
'Sir...I need to...'
'Don't interrupt me!' Snape yelled.
Draco didn't say anything. He squeezed his thighs together to try and stop himself from peeing but the warm pee was running down his leg.
'Sir...I need to...' He tried again.
Snape was very mad and wanted to yell but Draco didn't care anymore. He got up, this caused him to pee some more, held his crotch and ran out of Snape's office. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway. He couldn't make it...
'Mr. Malfoy! Come back!' Snape yelled, as he got up from behind his desk and walked to the door of his office.
Draco ignored his teacher and ran as fast as he could, pee running down his legs.
When he finally arrived in the boys bathroom he just couldn't do it anymore. He didn't even try to get into the closest stall, he just stood there and let it happen.
Draco was peeing forcefully, the warm pee was running down his legs causing his grey trousers to get drenched even more. He was shaking and crying but he honestly didn't care anymore.
When he was done there was a huge puddle on the floor. His bladder was sore from holding it so long and he felt empty. Not only his bladder but in general. It had been exhausting to hold it this long, he had put so much effort in it. And he failed. Again. Thinking about this made him cry even harder. He turned around and walked to the sink to look in the mirror. Looking at himself only made it worse. How pathetic! Even though he was sad this made him angry as well. He was 15 and he just peed himself. If his father would hear about this...
Suddenly the door of the boys bathroom opened and Draco held his breath, fearing it was Snape who would walk in. But it wasn't. It was Harry. The brown haired boy walked up to him with a worried look on his face.
'Draco? Are you okay?' Harry couldn't help it and put his hand on Draco's shoulder, just to get in touch with him. Malfoy had now stopped crying, cause he didn't want Harry to see and he gave Potter an annoyed look.
'Does it look like I am?' He answered coldly.
'No...sorry..' Harry said, not knowing what he could say to help.
He looked at Draco, at his wet pants and at the puddle on the floor. He must have been holding it for quite a long time... Poor boy. He felt so bad for him. The hatred Draco always caused Harry to have towards him was now completely gone.
Harry couldn't help it and came closer to him, holding him to try and clam him down but it didn't have the effect he expected.
Draco pushed him away, trying to get away.
'Leave me alone...'
'Baby...I just want to help...'
Draco's sadness now had turned into anger. The anger he always had.
'I'm not your baby and you can't help. So please leave me alone.' He said with a shaking voice.
Harry looked down.
'Sorry...Draco I just...'
'Are you deaf or something, Potter?' Draco yelled. 'I said leave me alone!'
Harry was shocked. He wasn't expecting this. He had hoped Draco would accept his help, but no. Instead of that he just got back into his old habits. It made Harry sad and confused. They had been so close last days and now this happened...
He decided to just leave and do what Draco asked him to. Leave him alone. Even though it wasn't right...
Harry looked at him once again. He looked miserable but he didn't want to admit it. Typically. Harry didn't say anything anymore and walked out of the boys bathroom. Feeling bad.
Draco was now alone again and started crying, for the third time. He knew Snape was going to tell his father about this and this wasn't going to turn out good... |
This is a follow-up to a previous post "Lesbien Desperation and Wetting" (yes, lesbian being misspelled) aka part One. You don't need to read the first one to understand this, it isn't really a chronological story, but it is referenced a few times. There's no wetting in this one.
mI actually made this thing where Ari walks in on them and catches them and Mariah wets the bed because Samantha locked herelf in the bathroom to cry, but I didn't really like that ending. Plus, it's a two story house. Why didn't she just use another bathroom? Anyway, that's why the second half of this story might seem a little rushed. I was also not really feeling this one. Sorry if it isn't good.
Mariah put her hand over her belly. She needed to go to the bathroom rather badly. It wasn't like she couldn't, though. She glanced over at the unoccupied toilet that tempted her, and she bounced her leg. She was expecting Samantha to arrive at any minute, this time with no interruptions from Ari.
Mariah's conscience was nowhere to be found in these sort of things. She tempted Samantha to be unfaithful to Ari from the start. Sometimes she would feel a pang of guilt for doing this to her, but what she doesn't know can't hurt her, right?
She found her hand buried in her crotch, and she put it at her side. Obviously when Samantha returned to the house she saw the mess Mariah had made. She told her the truth, but nothing abou the sexual thrill it gave her. That had to stay secret.
She heard a car pull up in her driveway. She got up and peeked out the window at Samantha getting out in a bathing suit that was too small. Already she was aroused.
She was doing a pee dance in place, crossing her legs and marching. Samantha was comfortable enough with her that she just walked in. Mariah gave herself a squeeze before she entered.
"Sorry I'm late. I just came from the beach, I lost track of time."
"You're fine," she answered, pushing her tits together. She crossed her legs nonchalantly and bounced a little. Mariah fidgeted while they kissed. 'Luckily, Samantha is an idiot and won't notice no matter how much I move around' she thought.
"I'll be right back." Mariah made her way downstairs to the kitchen, took out a jug of milk, and chugged a lot of it. Then, she took out juice and downed a lot of that. She felt bloated and nauseas, but she wasn't finished. She didn't have to pee badly enough.
She finished a bottle of yoohoo and a tall glass of water. She was positioned over the sink holding her mouth closed in an attempt to keep it down. Carefully letting out a burp, she went back upstairs to her room where Samantha was waiting.
While they were making out, Mariah was already feeling the effects of the copious amount of liquid she just drank. It hadn't made it's way to urine yet, but her bloated stomach certainly pressed hard on her full bladder.
She pulled Samantha's bikini top loose and let it fall into her lap. She removed the tank top and bra that she had on, then her black jeans. It was relieving to take away the constrictions from her belly, but she still had to do a bit of a pee dance once she was out of them. She kissed Samantha again to distract her. She pulled down her lover's bikini bottom and put her hand on her pussy, and she did the same. Mariah jolted. She really needed to pee right now. "Your hands are cold!" she lied.
Samantha apologized, but didnt stop. They fell into the bed and went under the covers, fucking until midnight came. Then, they lay together in silence.
Mariah had been focusing both on her full bladder and on Samantha's fingers of magic. It seemed as though sex helped ease her desperation and allowed her to keep it under control as the liquids from before gradually moved into her bladder, but now they were laying still together. She was fighting every urge to fidget as much as she could. Her urethra burned for relief. A small amount of urine escaped, but that didn't make her hold herself. From what she experienced before, she felt her limit was whatever she wished it to be. She layed there completely still, even though her need to urinate was dire, and held it in with sheer willpower.
"I could lay here forever," Samantha said.
'I can't,' Mariah wanted to say, but laughed to herself and rested her head on Samantha's chest waiting for the perfect wave to hit.
The ocean of pee inside her formed a hard bulge in her abdomen, pulsating and trying to leak out. She put her hand over it and pushed down. The pressure increased tenfold. Now it was a REAL emergency.
She had to pee so badly. A painful ache was constantly inside her begging to come out. A wave of desperation hit, and she pushed even harder down on her bladder.
She moved herhand back onto Samantha's pussy and sucked on her tit. She wanted to wait even longer, but she couldn't. She was so horny and so desperate for a toilet.
Sex barely helped at all this time. She really needed to go. At one point, Samantha accidentally hit her poor lovers belly, causing her to shake and fidget in extreme desperation. Tears began flowing from her eyes.
"Holy shit, you squirted!" Samantha laughed. Mariah wasn't squirting though, she was losing control.
Why the hell was this happening now? Last time she'd held it for so long, what seemed like almost three liters of urine came out! Why was it so difficult to hold on this time?
She wasnt even focusing on Samantha now. All of her efforts were towards holding in the torrent of piss inside her, begging to be let out.
A wave hit. An extreme, overbearing wave. It caused her to double over. She let a spurt of urine escape, and sprinted to the bathroom door. It was stuck. She danced around helplessly, pushing until it opened, then sat her self on the toilet and let loose. An enormous amount of urine spilled out of her and into the toilet. She leaned back in bliss and enjoyed it.
"Wow," said Samantha, "that's a lot of piss. If you have to go that bad, you really don't have to hold it for me."
Mariah didn't respond. She just sat there and let the last bit of pee leak out. |
Well, here's another story I wrote on fimfiction.net that I think would be appreciate here. (Note: Unlike the other two this is the ponies, not the Equestria Girls)
Warning: Contains a few fart scenes. Let me know if that's a huge turn-off for you and I'll re-post it without them.
Twilight's Desperation
Applejack and Rainbow Dash challenged the other four ponies to a game of volleyball. Since Applejack and Rainbow Dash were the best athletes, they decided to be on opposite teams to make it even. Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were on Rainbow Dash's team while Twilight and Rarity were on Applejack's team.
Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie already had exercise outfits, and Rarity fashioned similar outfits for herself, Applejack, and Twilight. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy's outfits were a yellow tank top and skintight white shorts; Pinkie Pie's was similar, but with teal shorts; Rarity's was also similar, but with pink shorts; Applejack's was the same as Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash; and Twilight's was a dark blue tank top and skintight red shorts. These felt a little tight, and Twilight suspected Rarity might have made them a size too small, but she'd worry about that once the game was over.
It was a hot summer day today, so the ponies kept drinking water. Twilight had been outside setting up the volleyball net with her wings and magic, and Pinkie Pie had been outside doing completely random stuff, so they'd both drank at least ten bottles of water each. Rainbow Dash and Applejack, who were busy practicing for the game, had drank twice as much.
After about an hour of playing volleyball, Applejack needed to pee. There was one bathroom in the area, which was bigger than an outhouse, with its own sink and even a shower, but it had only one toilet, without a stall, so the door came with a lock. No one really saw how that was really productive, since no ponies would use the toilet if another was using the shower, even though showering ponies usually left the door unlocked. The ponies that built the bathroom had promised to put a stall around the toilet and remove the lock on the door, but their next chance to do so would be next week.
"Hold on!" said Applejack. "I gotta use the little filly's room!" She ran off toward the bathroom.
Now that she mentioned it, Rainbow Dash needed to pee really badly too. She flew toward the bathroom as fast as she could, hoping she wouldn't lose control from it. She reached the door just as Applejack closed it, and slammed face first into it.
"I gotta go pee too!" said Pinkie Pie, and she zipped toward the bathroom.
"I... I think I do too," said Twilight, and she ran toward the bathroom, choosing not to fly.
Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Twilight waited for Applejack to get out. Rainbow Dash desperately needed to pee, and Pinkie and Twilight were very uncomfortable too.
Eventually they heard a toilet flush, and Applejack walked out. Rainbow Dash quickly entered the bathroom. She was so desperate she didn't even pull her shorts down; she just sat on the toilet and peed through them.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," sighed Rainbow Dash in relief. "That's better..."
She peed for about a minute and 15 seconds, soaking her shorts and rump within seconds, while the sounds could be heard outside by Pinkie Pie and Twilight, making them more uncomfortable.
Twilight sat down and squirmed. She had never had to pee this badly in her life. If Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie didn't hurry up, she'd have an accident in her new shorts. She could tell Pinkie wasn't doing much better, as she was doing the same frantic dance she had done in front of the outhouse at Dodge Junction.
It was then that another feeling hit Twilight, one that might make it harder to hold it. Deciding it would be less embarrassing than wetting herself, Twilight closed her eyes and farted loudly. This took a bit of pressure off, but she blushed a little. Pinkie Pie didn't even notice, as she had to pee too badly.
When Rainbow Dash finished peeing, she decided to take a quick shower. She had rather enjoyed wetting herself, but would be too embarrassed to admit that she had done so to the ponies. She entered the shower and turned it on. She'd just tell her friends that she needed to cool down, it being such a hot day.
Twilight could hear the shower from the other side of the door, and this made the pressure in her bladder heavier.
"I don't think I'm gonna make it!" said Pinkie Pie, crossing her legs tight, and fearing she'd wet herself if she moved out of this position.
It seemed like an hour to Twilight, but Rainbow Dash's shower was over in less than a minute. Rainbow knew other ponies were in need of a bathroom, and didn't want them to have an accident. She opened the door and walked out, soaking wet and, quite legitimately, cooler than before. Her excuse was definitely going to fly.
She flew away, and Pinkie didn't even bother to wonder why Rainbow Dash had suddenly showered. She got up and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Twilight kept fidgeting, hoping Pinkie Pie wouldn't take any longer than Rainbow Dash. She was almost there!
Pinkie Pie was halfway to the toilet, when she suddenly felt her shorts grow warm and wet. She froze in her tracks as she peed herself. Rivers of pee flowed down her legs, and a puddle grew under her. Pinkie wasn't without shame; she felt embarrassed about wetting her shorts like this, but she did have to admit the relief felt wonderful.
Once she finished peeing, Pinkie sat down in the puddle she had made on the floor and thought about how much she liked the feeling of wetting herself. Her shorts were saturated by now, but she didn't mind.
At least not until she remembered she would have to get back to the volleyball game. She blushed a little, ashamed at the thought of anyone finding out about her accident. So, she took some paper towel and began cleaning up her puddle.
Twilight's urge to pee became greater and greater as time went by. She was now squirming harder than before, not daring to stand up. Why was Pinkie taking so long?
It took a few minutes, but Pinkie Pie finally cleaned up her puddle. She was about to open the door, when she remembered her shorts were still wet. She remembered the sound of Rainbow Dash taking a shower, so she decided she'd shower off to hide her accident. She assumed Rainbow Dash had showered to cool down because it was a really hot day, so she'd just tell the other ponies the same.
Twilight heard the shower turn on, and moaned. This meant she'd have to wait longer to find relief, and the sound of the running water made her feel like she was seconds away from wetting herself. She stood up and started dancing around desperately, at first on all four hooves, her bladder absolutely throbbing.
PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRT!
A loud, wet fart made its way out of her butt, much to her surprise. Twilight blushed; it wasn't very princesslike to fart so loud. But, she was sure no one had heard. In her desperation she hadn't even realized how gassy she was now, but she was thankful that it had only been this that had burst out of her, and not her pee. At this point she wouldn't have dared try to fart of her own accord, for fear that she might accidentally pee in the process.
Pinkie Pie sighed in satisfaction at the coolness of the shower as it soaked her completely and washed all the pee off her. This really did cool her down on such a hot day. She wanted to stay here forever. She stood there for minute after minute after minute, taking in the refreshing feeling of the cool water, and completely forgetting that Twilight was outside waiting for her turn.
Outside, Twilight was doing the potty dance more vigorously than ever, standing on her back hooves with both her front hooves on her crotch. She could feel the pee sloshing inside her, just waiting to burst out. She wouldn't be able to hold it for much longer.
After ten minutes, Pinkie was still showering. Twilight couldn't take it anymore so she banged on the door with one hoof, while still holding herself with the other. "Hurry up in there! I really gotta go!"
Pinkie snapped back to her senses. Feeling ashamed of keeping Twilight waiting for so long, Pinkie quickly turned off the shower and ran outside, hitting Twilight in the face and knocking her on her butt.
"Sorry about that Twilight," said Pinkie, and she quickly zipped over to the volleyball net.
Twilight got up, having barely managed to keep her shorts dry. She ran into the bathroom. She was halfway to the toilet when she realized the door was still open. She closed and locked it with her magic, and then ran to the toilet. At last, she was going to get her much-needed relief.
To her dismay, she found she could not get her shorts down. They were, after all, a size too small. Twilight began panicking. She was about to burst, and she was right next to a toilet, but her shorts wouldn't come off!
When using her hooves didn't work, Twilight tried to remove them with her mouth, and then with her magic, but they refused to budge. Twilight needed to pee REALLY badly now, and desperately tried pulling her shorts down in any way she could, even using her wings.
"Come on come on come on!" she said frantically, simultaneously pulling hard with her hooves and doing a two-legged potty dance.
After about a minute and a half, Twilight couldn't hold it anymore. She blushed as her shorts got wetter and wetter, and waterfalls of pee gushed down her back legs, forming a puddle. Twilight almost felt numb from the relief, but she was blushing profusely. She, a princess of Equestria, was peeing herself like a little filly. She had never felt so ashamed, not even that time when she had farted loudly in front of Rarity and Princess Celestia, even though Celestia had seemed amused rather than offended.
Twilight peed for about a minute, and once she was done, she stood there for about another minute, very wet and still in utter disbelief at what she had done. She farted for about five seconds during this minute, but barely even noticed.
She suddenly slipped on her puddle and fell on her butt. What part of her shorts that had stayed dry was now soaked. Twilight stood up, flying into the air to avoid slipping again, and used her magic to clean up the puddle.
Because of the shame of her accident, Twilight wasn't thinking straight, so it never even occurred to her to shower. She decided to fly home and change. She had just stepped out of the bathroom, but then stopped, turned around, and began walking absentmindedly.
She didn't have any other sports outfits to change into, even if she could find a way to remove her shorts. As soon as they saw her without her outfit on, they'd ask why she had taken it off when the game was still going. She could just pretend she got distracted studying... but then, she'd have to explain why she had ran home instead of returning to the game.
It was only then that the shower idea occurred to her. Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie had both showered, most likely to cool down from the summer heat. She could just shower and pretend that she had the same idea. She'd be quick about it in case Fluttershy or Rarity needed the bathroom while she was in there. She didn't want to put either of them through what she'd just been through.
She was just about to find her way back to the bathroom, when she looked up, and realized where she was.
Without realizing it, she had wandered all the way back to the volleyball net, and her friends all had a full view of her in her pee-soaked shorts. She knew beyond all doubt they had noticed, from the way they were looking at her. Twilight blushed and giggled nervously, peeing a little.
"I'm really really sorry Twilight," said Pinkie Pie, also blushing. "If it makes you feel any better, I wet myself too! That's the real reason I showered." She giggled, pretending to find her own accident amusing so Twilight would feel less ashamed.
"Is that so?" said Applejack, who turned toward Rainbow Dash. Both mares blushed, Rainbow Dash trying not to make eye contact.
"It wasn't your fault, Pinkie," said Twilight. "My shorts were too tight. I couldn't get them down."
"Oh dear," said Rarity. "I'm dreadfully sorry about that, darling. First thing after our game is done I'll make a pair for you that are the right size. Why don't you... wash up... and we'll continue our game, if you feel up for it."
Twilight nodded, feeling a little better. She turned around and saw a jewel on the ground that Rarity had put on her own sports outfit, and had evidently fallen off. As she bent down to pick it up, a loud ripping noise could be heard. Her shorts split at the butt, exposing her pink, wet panties. She blushed beet red, and Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie couldn't help but laugh.
To add the final touch to her total humiliation, Twilight accidentally farted. Rainbow and Pinkie laughed harder, and Rarity and Applejack gave them disapproving looks.
"It's not funny!" said Twilight as she let out another loud, wet fart.
"Yes it is!" said Rainbow Dash, patting her lightly on the butt. "We're laughing with you, not at you!"
Twilight farted again, and hung her head in shame.
Once her farting had subsided, she showered off, and the volleyball game continued. Both Rarity and Fluttershy had to pause to use the bathroom before the game was over, but both of them made it easily. Rainbow Dash's team won, then Rarity took Twilight to Carousel Boutique. Twilight peed on the way there, as her later drinks during the game had already gone through her, and blushed. Rarity noticed, but said nothing, nor did she express disgust at Twilight's constant farting in front of her, for she knew it was the last thing she needed.
Arriving at Carousel Boutique, Rarity took some scissors and cut Twilight's shorts off. Twilight sat in her wet panties as Rarity began making shorts a size bigger, and she was feeling much better already. Soon she could put this awful experience behind her!
...
Note: Again, if the farting was too big a turn-off for you I can redo the story without them. (But I do know it will be a turn-on for at least one user here) |
My friend gave me a challenge I simply had to accept. I'm going to give you three facts about her, he said, and I'm going to give her three facts about you. I bet that's enough to go on. It's up to you two to make it a reality, but I bet by the end of the night you won't want to leave each other's side.
My three facts about her were as follows:
She has brown hair and blue eyes. (I would have thought those were two facts, but I wasn't going to argue.)
She's a bit clumsy.
You have at least one major interest in common.
Those weren't his exact words, but that's the paraphrase I spent the day thinking about. I wondered what her three facts about me were. It was, you might say, an unconventional setup. I didn't even know her name. But Alex was a good friend of mine, and apparently she was one of those good friends of his that I'd never met. Alex is the kind of guy who effortlessly slides into and out of social circles, a natural-born networker. He's introduced me to far more people than I've introduced to him, and I get along with nearly all of them. If he thought this girl was a good match for me, I was gonna give it a shot. I hadn't really been dating much since my last relationship ended, six months earlier, but now that I thought about it I was itching to put myself out there again.
A bunch of us were gathering on the beach to have a little barbecue, drink and have a good time. I knew most of the people who were coming already, so it shouldn't be too hard to single out who she was. It was what came after that both worried and excited me. It was around 8PM when I headed out, on a nice and warm June evening. I carried with me a few hotdogs and a cooler with a sixpack of beer and a couple of water bottles. I wasn't wearing anything special, just some sneakers, board shorts and a faded t-shirt featuring the silhouette of a rock climber. I didn't know enough about her to even speculate what kind of attire would impress her, so I wasn't even going to try. I'd made sure to shave, put on a dash of cologne, and a little wax to tame my awful hairdo, and I hoped that would be enough.
When I arrived, there were only three people there. Apparently I was early. I recognized the two guys, but, wouldn't you know it, the third person sitting there was a girl I didn't recognize, with short, brown hair and, when I got closer, it seemed her eyes were blue, although the way the light works at dusk it can be hard to tell. "Hey, man," said Robbie, the larger of the two guys. "Saved you a spot," he said, indicating the empty space on the logs they were sitting on—since there were only four of us, we could each have ten feet of space to wriggle our asses on if we wanted.
"What's up," I said, and put down my cooler. Then my eyes wandered back to the unfamiliar girl. It had to be her, right? "Uh," I stammered, unsure how to proceed. "I don't believe we've met."
She was sitting on a log by herself, on the other side of the little bonfire the guys had set up. Now she patted the space beside her and shot me a little smirk. "You're Alex's friend, aren't you," she said.
I nodded. "And you are...?"
"Hope," she said.
I sat down beside her. "I'm Tom," I said. I stretched out my hand to shake hers, but instead, she handed me a skewer made of a tree branch with the end sharpened.
"Put some meat on this," she said, and giggled a little. I noticed there were already a couple empty beer cans sitting around her feet, and she was rather short and slender, so I guess she was already tipsy. "I'm starving, haven't eaten anything all day. Well, since lunch, that's like seven hours ago."
I stuck a couple hot dogs onto the skewer and aimed it at the fire. "So," I said. "Well... Uh..."
"Guess which three facts Alex gave me," she said. "I'll give you a hint: uh... um..."
I blushed, then tried my hardest to will my cheeks into submission and attempted to shrug it off. "No idea. Isn't that part of the fun?" I noticed in my peripheral vision that Robbie was giving me a weird look. Clearly these guys weren't clued in on the whole deal, and I think maybe he was a bit jealous. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for me, you only get one chance at a first impression, and he'd clearly not taken it. They must have been here an hour already, judging by the beer cans, and it looked like he'd barely spoken a word to Hope.
"He said you're clumsy with words. Specifically," she said, leaning in closer so the other guys wouldn't overhear us, "specifically around cute girls."
I felt my cheeks blossoming again. "What a coincidence," I said. "He told me you were a bit clumsy, like, in general."
She gave me a playful shove. "You're joking," she said. "There's no way that's true. I'm as nimble as a nymph and steady as a fucking ballet dancer. Watch!" Before I could say anything, she'd turned around climbed onto the log, then stood on her hands, perfectly still, giving me a nice little sneak peak at her bum. She was wearing jeans shorts that were cut off right below her bum cheeks, and I definitely liked what I saw. Then her balance wavered, and for a moment I thought she'd fall backwards into the bonfire. Before I knew it, I was on my feet, then I had my hands around her waist, and then I'd turned her right side up.
"Careful," I said. "Ballet dancers don't drink before they do their pirouettes, do they?"
She blushed a bit and sat down again. "Well, there's no way that's what he said about me. Anyways," she said, "You want a beer?"
I opened the cooler and grabbed a cold one. "Stick yours in there," I said. "Uh, the beers..."
She picked up the unopened cans that were sitting in the sand around her feet, then leaned over me to deposit them in the cooler. I had to work hard to maintain my gaze at a point far off in the distance, beyond the bonfire, because if I lowered my gaze ever so slightly I'd be staring straight down her cleavage. When she leaned back, she noticed my shirt. "You climb?"
"Oh yeah, that... Yeah, I like to go rock climbing sometimes."
"Oh my god, me too!" She said. I suppose that was our common interests. "What's your favorite spot?"
I pointed to a craggy cliff in the distance. It was a steep drop down into the ocean. "You're fucking with me," she said. "That looks dangerous as all hell."
"I use ropes and pegs," I said. "It's actually not such an uncommon spot. You can't see it from this angle, but 'round the other side it's not quite as steep, and you can climb there fairly safely. But it's not for beginners."
"I'm impressed," she said. "I mostly go bouldering, no assistance, but then I don't go risking my life on some steep-ass cliff that drops straight into even steeper rocks and then the ocean below there."
"Let's go together sometime," I said. "It's a challenge, but it's a ton of fun."
She leaned into me, and for a moment I thought she was going to kiss me—which seemed a bit forward, although I wouldn't have minded—but then she grabbed my skewer and tore off a hot dog. "Told you, I'm starving," she said.
I took a look around and saw that a few more people were trickling in, but there was still room around the bonfire, and they were mostly respecting our privacy. I gave them a silent thanks. "Cheers," I said, and we clinked our beer cans together.
Over the next hour or so, the rest of our party arrived, and so I had to scoot closer to Hope to give room. Our thighs were touching—hers smooth and mine hairy—and she was leaning in any time she had something to say, which was frequently. Unlike me, Hope seemed to never run out of things to talk about. By the time everyone had arrived, however, I'd downed a couple of beers and could feel my inhibitions slipping. What seemed inane and too dumb to bring up an hour ago now seemed like perfect conversation material. We discussed climbing, and compared musical tastes—hers tended towards metal, mine leaning more towards classical rock—but also which animal is lazier—a sloth or a snail?—and many other things which I've since forgotten. Our conversation wasn't the thing I'd remember about this night. It's not the reason I'm telling you this story, anonymously, years after it happened. It's just, I think this is the sort of thing you guys might enjoy. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Alex arrived last. He gave me a fist bump as he passed by, then dragged an ancient-looking portable record player out of his backpack. "Ey, everyone!" He shouted. "On the count of three, show of hands. Hendrix or Stones? All for the former, vote now!" A number of hands shot up. "And Stones?" A few hands. "Votes are in," he announced, and put on All Along the Watchtower. There was a tiny crackle when he first put on the record, but then the sound was smooth as butter, and I thought, hmm, so that's why some people still prefer old records to mp3s. As soon as the music came on, everyone's spirits seemed to be lifted to a higher plane, and the talk turned louder, voices competing with the music for attention.
"Hey, guys," a voice said. A middle-aged man in a police uniform had materialized in our midst. "You're sort of out of the way, so I'm going to let it slide if you keep your noise levels reasonable. Okay? Don't make me come back here and break you guys up. Believe me, I don't want to. Especially since you have such excellent taste in music."
"Aye, aye, captain," Alex said, and twiddled a knob to lower the volume slightly. The officer gave him a nod and a smile, and then he was gone.
"Wow," I said, leaning into Hope. "That went better than expected."
"Alex is such a smooth sailor," she said. For a moment, her eyes glimmered and I felt my heart sink. Maybe she was into him? But then she added, "But he doesn't climb bad-ass motherfucking cliffs, does he?"
"Absolutely not. He'd piss himself before he was halfway up," I said.
"Ughhh..." She groaned, and leaned forwards.
Did I say something wrong? Did I do something wrong?
"Sorry," she said, straightening herself. "It's just, you reminded me I kind of have to pee. But there's nowhere to go around here, is there?"
I took a look around. We were on a long, sandy beach. The road was several hundred yards up, and there was not a tree in sight. "I guess not," I said.
"Eh," she said. "It's not so bad. Just don't mention waterfalls or anything."
I grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler and handed it to her. "Take a gulp of water before you drink any more beer. You know how it is, beer flows straight through..."
"Yeah," she said. I noticed she'd crossed her legs, and looked a bit uncomfortable, but she was trying to put on a brave face.
"There's a bus shelter up by the road, and the road's all but deserted at this time of night," I offered. "If you get desperate."
"I'll be fine," she insisted.
"Look," I said, changing the subject. I pointed up at the sky. "The moon's up."
She followed my finger up towards the sky. Here on the beach, we were shielded from light pollution, so we had a nice view of a pretty, starry sky. "I feel like going for a little walk," I said. I took a chance and grabbed her hand, better sorry than safe, tonight. "Join me?"
"Love to," she said, giving my hand a squeeze. We got up and began walking away from the party. As the sound of voices and music faded, we could return our voices to a normal level. She still leaned into me when she spoke, in a hushed whisper, as if confiding some terrible secret. What she actually said was simply, "this feels nice. Being here, tonight, with you."
I felt my heart flutter, gave her hand another squeeze. "It does, doesn't it?"
By now, we were at a safe distance from the rest of the party. I stopped and turned her around to face me. Looked deep into her eyes. I felt my heart threaten to escape through my mouth, but I held her gaze. Then I closed my eyes and leaned in, hoping I'd find her lips and not her cheek. I did. I don't know how long it lasted—probably not more than fifteen, twenty seconds—but in that moment, the world stood still. She broke away first, but she gave me a huge grin. "That was nice," she whispered.
I agreed. It had been more than six months—that was when we officially broke up, but we hadn't been getting along for a while—more than six months, and now for the first time since the week after I broke up with my ex, I felt myself missing that human touch. The feeling of soft lips against mine. I was going to have to do something real nice for Alex to thank him for this. So far, the night had been perfect.
Then she let go of my hand and bent over, grabbing her crotch with a fierce grip. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," she mumbled, bouncing from one foot to another. It took her a minute to regain her composure. "I'm sorry," she said again. "I really like you, but I think right now I really need to go home or I'm gonna go in my pants." She was clearly flustered, blushing, and completely unable to stand still. It seemed like all the beer had caught up with her, and she was in dire straits.
"At least let me walk you home," I offered.
"I'd... I'd prefer to go alone. It's just..."
"Okay," I said. "But only if it's not because you're embarrassed. Everyone pees, nothing to worry about. You don't have to be shy around me."
"Okay..." She said, and grabbed my hand again. "Promise not to laugh?"
"I might laugh," I said. "But not because you're bouncing around like a schoolgirl who forgot to go at recess."
She let my hand go. "Don't be mean," she said. "This is serious." She was now half walking, half hobbling, and every three or four steps she had to stop and hold herself. Up until this point, I'd assumed it was urgent, but not emergency level. Now, it dawned on me that she might not make it. I tried to formulate some kind of plan to save her, but I couldn't think of anywhere for her to go; then I tried to formulate some kind of appropriate response to the sight of a drunk girl in her mid twenties pissing herself in front of you, and I couldn't think of anything either. I silently cursed her bladder and hoped it wouldn't completely ruined what might have been the start of a relationship. If worst came to worst, if she did actually pee herself in front of me, she'd probably be too embarrassed to ever go out with me again.
Then it dawned on me. Yes, I'm that dumb. What was it Alex had said, his second fact about Hope, exactly? I'd taken it to mean she's clumsy, but what he'd actually said, now that I thought about it, was she's a bit accident prone. Surely he didn't mean...? I didn't want to ask her and embarrass her further, but it was apparent now that the only thing in her mind was her desperate need to relieve herself, so I guessed she wouldn't be able to focus on any other sort of conversational topic. "Hey, it wasn't you're clumsy Alex said," I offered. "I think what he actually said was that you're accident prone."
She stopped in her tracks. "Oh my fucking god," she said. "That asshole. And you're an asshole for bringing it up! Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" She was shouting now.
I took a step back and held out my hands. "I'm sorry for..."
"Don't be," she said, biting her lip. "Forget it. Of course you'd bring it up. I'm actually amazing that you managed to translate that into clumsy, but thanks, that's awfully nice of you to assume. That fucking jerk though, I can't believe..."
I interrupted her stream of words. "But is it true? Did he mean...?"
She sat down on her heel, clutching furiously at the front of her jeans shorts. We were now rather close to the rest of the party, so I moved in front of her to shield her. "Yes, okay," she said. "Maybe something like this has happened before, once or twice." Before she could say anything more, a moan escaped her. "Ughh..." She said, and then she stood up very quickly. "No, no..." She mumbled. I looked down at her shorts. There was now a quarter-sized wet spot around her zipper. She was actually losing it!
"Come on," I said. "Let's get out of here before anyone sees."
"What about your stuff?" She said, hobble-speed-walking beside me. Yes, that's a word, I just invented it, fuck you, Webster's.
"Forget it. Somebody will bring it back. They're gonna assume I'm getting laid and be all bro about it."
"You are not getting into my pants tonight," she said.
"Never said I was," I said, shrugging. "But wouldn't you rather they think that, instead of...?" I gestured in the direction of her crotch. The wet spot had grown a bit, and her face was contorted grotesquely, as if she could somehow use her facial muscles to control her bladder.
"I guess," she said. "Fuck, fuck..." We were now just out of earshot of the party. She bent over and crossed her legs, clutched at her crotch, but a little trickle escaped her, running over her fingers, down to the edge of her fringy shorts, and running down her bare thighs and legs. It lasted for maybe three seconds, but in that time, the area under her hand was thoroughly soaked. I looked into her eyes, and they were watering. I had to do something to save her dignity, somehow. I was certain that if I didn't, she would be too embarrassed to ever see me again, and by this point, I was already picturing us as a couple. So I lied. It was a white lie, a lie of necessity—and it actually became a truth, later.
"I have to confess something," I whispered. "That's actually kind of hot." It was a desperate gamble on my part. I was vaguely familiar with pee fetishes, just one of those things you hear about, like some people are into bondage, some people find peeing arousing. Truth be told, at this point in my life, I was a vanilla square. My naughtiest fantasies were, like, a threesome or doing anal. I couldn't say that I'd ever been aroused by anything to do with bodily fluids.
"It's what now?" She said. Like I said, total gamble. Not only was it a lie—I was actually extremely embarrassed for her, and that overshadowed any naughty thoughts I had about her, admittedly, very fine body—and there was a big chance she'd be totally disgusted with me. And if I then tried to say it was a lie, she'd never believe me, and we'd be over. But I charged on.
"This situation," I said. "It's a bit kinky, but I find it hot. When a girl has to pee, that sort of thing."
"You are a nasty guy," she said. "But really?"
"Yes, really," I said. Don't worry: I later admitted that I was just trying to save her from embarrassment. And then she admitted that when she thought about it later, remembering what had transpired, she was a bit aroused, and then that turned into some experimentation, and then... The rest, as they say, is history. But at this point, that was still the future, and we were here in the present, and I was flat out lying about having some weird fetish to save my crush from some embarrassment.
"That's weird," she said. "But I guess it's better that way... I can't make it. I know I can't." She stopped in her tracks, and then she surprised me by turning around and bending over. She had her fingers clenched tightly between her legs, her fingertips barely visible between her bum cheeks, and then she bent over, moaning. "I can't... Ah..." She gasped.
Then the flood happened. Two little streams emerged between her fingers, one running down each leg, and then she really started going, so forcefully it sprayed straight through the denim, pitter-pattering against the sand. She stood like that, bent forward with her ass stretched out towards me, and I was mesmerized. I wanted to look away—remember, at this point I was not, in actual fact, a pee fetishist—but at the same time, like a trainwreck, I was morbidly fascinated. Adding to my confusion, the sight of her firm ass in that position stirred something in my own crotch. It was like the logical brain was saying she's peeing herself, how gross, look away, and then my dick was like, but would you look at that ass?
Finally, she was done. Her shorts were soaked through, and she was standing in a circle of darkened sand. I walked over and put my hands around her shoulders. "There, there," I said. "Let's get you home."
I tried to grab her hand, but she swatted my hand away. "Sorry, it's just, I got pee all over," she said. I guess it made sense. But still, I wanted to comfort her, and so I ended up holding my arm around her shoulders and leading her away from the puddle.
"So," she said. "Did you enjoy the show?" She did a little pirouette, showing off the soaked front of her shorts, then the back, and the glistening wetness on her thighs and all the way down to her ankles. Her sneakers had gotten wet, too. I nodded.
"Ugh, this is nasty," she said. "If I was with anyone else I'd be mortified."
"But it's not the first time?" I ventured.
"Unfortunately, no. But if you want the dirty deets to jack off too, sorry, not gonna happen," she said.
"No, no. Just trying to make conversation. You know, this is awkward for me too. I'm wracking my brain trying to think of how to tell you that, well, this doesn't change anything. I still like you. I hope you're not too embarrassed to see me again."
She turned around and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "We'll see," she said. "It's okay, you can walk me home. Remind me to look out for a bathroom before I down five beers next time."
And yes, in case it wasn't clear: there was a next time. And a time after that. And it wasn't the last time she got into a situation like that. But no, I'm not telling. |
Spoiler warning: I did my best to avoid any spoilers, but this still takes place in the last third of Ghost Trick, so I'd still recommend playing it for full context.
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1:28 AM
Temsik Park. I've heard so much about this place in tonight's tangled ribbon of mystery, and the path of the phantom has finally brought me here. As I approach the receiver of the phone I've dialed to reach this place, I realize I've actually been here already. Not for long, granted, but I did save the life of a police officer located here a few hours ago. Perhaps this time, I'll finally discover what "Temsik" is.
My name is Sissel...I think. I died earlier this evening, but I'm still here. I'm a ghost, with some special powers to boot. I can manipulate inanimate objects, and I can save others from my fate. By rewinding time to four minutes before the death of any fresh body, I can avert their gruesome end, a power I've had to use many times in my short time of possessing it. All in the name of solving my own enigma. Who was I? Why was I killed? What other forces are at play?
First things first, I've got my own detective to meet up with. Right off the bat, I can't see the redhead, and that's got me worried. This would be, what? Death number five in this night alone? If I didn't have the power to undo death, she'd have been doomed ages ago. "I should probably find her. Or at least her corpse." Entering the ghost world, I can see the nondescript silhouette of my little lady, and she's laying on the ground. "Can't say I'm surprised." I jump across various objects to get close, and connect to her core to meet her disconnected spirit.
In an instant, I was met with her angry face/ "Hey, what do you think you're looking at?!"
"If you're embarrassed about being seen while dead, Lynne, you're a little late on it. I thought you were used to it by now."
"Oh, it's just you, Sissel. Well, there's plenty of reason for a beautiful woman like me to be naturally worried in a park alone in the middle of the night. I'm just being proactive."
"Alright, I'll just hurry up and rewind time to save you. I want to get your next canceled funeral over with so we can get back to the important stuff."
Lynne reeled back upon hearing of her impending resurrection, even though, by all respects, this should be routine by now. That's the impression I got from her previous, scarily jaunty reactions to death. I don't have a choice, but...how can I hide that part, she thought.
"No secrets in the ghost world, remember?" Ghosts don't so much speak as beam thoughts directly to the other party in the conversation, and thoughts meant to stay internal were included in that. "So does this secret you're hiding impact me in any way?"
Lynne stayed quiet this time, pouting but still refusing eye contact, so I hope it wasn't important. Though, if it had something to do with her death, I suppose I'll find out soon enough. I rewind time to solve this riddle, so I can return to the actual story. Somehow, I get the feeling this one won't impact anything.
Four minutes before death, we can't act yet, now is the time to just observe the road to passing. So far, there's nothing interesting, Lynne's entering the park and leaning against a small, aged gray building, and looking around for anyone else. Given the hit taken out on here a mere few hours ago, and the fact that she might still be a police fugitive, can't say I blame her for being cautious.
The part piquing my curiosity, however, is how she's still moving. She hasn't drifted from her spot on the wall, but her legs are shifting around, with her knees rubbing together. She was cradling herself in her own arms, gripping the edges of her yellow jacket. "Are you cold, Lynne?" That's something I can sympathize with, I've always liked things warm, not that I can feel temperature anymore.
Surprisingly, the detective stayed quiet. That was a weird feeling, Lynne was always loud and in charge whenever she was part of the conversation, I'm just used to hearing her by now. It wouldn't be incorrect to claim she's as quiet as the dead, but this doesn't seem like the time to make jokes. Actually, the fact that she's ignoring a veritable ghost is frustrating. "If you're trying to hide something, it doesn't matter. I'm about to see whatever you're keeping from me." Once again, the silent treatment, so I just start ignoring her too.
Finally, the living Lynne makes a move. She disappears behind a barrier on the left half of the building, I didn't even realize it wasn't a flat wall from this angle. But it's easy to adjust our viewing, so long as I don't try and act, and I take a peek around the obstruction. Looks like it was keeping a door out of view, marked by a symbol I don't recognize, and Lynne wants to get in. She's making no progress, however, the door handle won't budge. "Really, locked," she growls in disbelief, and runs to a similar door with a similar marking on the opposite end. As expected, both entrances are sealed.
Her teeth are clenched, it's pretty clear she's angry at being denied entrance, I just can't figure out why she's so determined to get in. "Do you think the music box ended up in this building?" Not that I would have gotten an answer, but there wasn't time for one, Lynne threw her arms up in defeat and ran behind the building, where I found her. "Nothing's happened yet, so only what happens in this final minute matters. This'll be the easiest case yet."
Finally, the spirit snapped. "Alright, fine, if you're going to pry! I had to leak really bad! The bathroom doors were locked, what the hell else was I supposed to do?" Just to prove the point, her physical counterpart looked around once more and, finding no onlookers, lifted up her police uniform skirt. Her pantyhose and red underwear were pulled down soon after, to the top of her tall boots, and she squatted close to the ground.
Now it all made sense, the little lady needed to relieve herself. Did she ever, with how much is steadily pouring out and puddling beneath her. I'm not the type of man to look at a woman compromised like this, and my focus turns instead to her face, which is relaxed and sighing in total bliss. Can't say I blame her, all things considered. The real question is, "how does this lead to your death?"
"That's your only reaction," spirit Lynne asked incredulously.
"Sure, why wouldn't it be? You're not doing anything particularly unusual." I shrug it off, I don't really care what she's doing, the vital thing is her impending demise, which is finally here. The puddle continued to grow to a large diameter, reaching the wall of the building she was using for cover. That's when I notice something wrong with an electrical outlet mounted on the concrete, namely the wire casing leading up to it being broken and exposed. When the liquids reached the fraying, all the pieces came together. A spark of life from electricity, conducting through water, and Lynne falls over dead. It's kind of scary how quick human life can be extinguished.
"Okay, I can understand having hits on me, but two accidental deaths?" The memories of a ghost are shaky, if they're present at all, Lynne only realized how her departure unfolded after seeing it. But where most are stunned or sullen witnessing their passing, she's used to it and remains in good spirits, her usual self to me. "What are we supposed to do about that?"
"You certainly recovered quickly. Well, it seems the easiest solution is that you just don't go back there. That'd avoid the problem entirely."
"Not happening," she answered curtly. "You saw what happened at the Chicken Kitchen."
"Yes, but I don't see how that's relevant."
"I drank three big glasses of water! And I've been busy all night, either running around for evidence or being held in custody, I haven't had a break yet! There is zero chance I'm not going to pee right then. It's your job to protect me so I can do it in peace." She seems pretty proud that she's passing that duty off.
Still, even with the handicap of not having any influence over the soon-to-be victim, this still seems pretty simple. In fact, I've already got a solution in mind as the timer resets and the four minutes begin anew. Starting from where she'll fall, I jump across the park's scattered debris to the first door she's going to check. "You've got a plan, Sissel?"
"Once you go behind the building, it's all over. So, the key is stopping you right up front. And if you can get into this room, you won't have any reason to look for something else. So I use a trick to unlock this door..."
"...and I get to use an actual toilet instead," Lynne finished. "Alright, good plan!" We waited until the living detective put her hand on the door handle. To be safe, I only use my trick at the last second, in case it only worked for a limited time or if something internal broke.
There's a click as my alteration is successful, and the steel door opens before its user. "Oh thank everything, it's open," Lynne exclaims, a big smile on her face, as she runs into the dark room. I can't see her anymore, not without entering the ghost world, but her muttering is still audible from this distance. "Ew, this is my only option?" She sounds apprehensive, and she's hesitating. "Is it even worth it?"
I'm not sure what she's talking about, but the Lynne in my company has personal insight to the matter. "Sounds like it's disgusting enough that I don't want to use it. I should have expected that, honestly. Public bathrooms are always awful. How about opening the other door, Sissel?"
"If they're all so awful, how do you expect this other one to be an improvement?"
"I've heard the guy's room is usually cleaner, and I'm desperate as hell. If no one else is around, I've got no problem trying it, I'm not some delicate damsel!"
Ain't that the truth, I think, knowing full well she'll hear. I stretch my soul towards that other door, but my short reach isn't anywhere near enough to reach that handle, and there are no cores anywhere on that end. So, unless there's a complicated series of other objects to move, I'm not getting there.
And I don't have the time to try, because Lynne emerges from the shadow, still talking to herself. "Ugh, I'm seriously about to lose it, I can't hold out much longer." She turned back to the room behind her, considering using it anyway despite her concerns. "I'll check the guy's room, if not..." She didn't need to finish the thought, I knew what would happen.
I can't even use the detective as transportation, she doesn't have anything on her person to connect to, and I can't talk to anyone in the past. Instead, I can only watch as she futilely pulls the handle, only for it to not budge. "Damn." She grips the front of her skirt and one of her legs starts shaking hard. "That's it, I'm popping a squat behind the building!" She hurries away, pretty fast for someone holding herself.
That didn't change her fate at all?! It's not like I had anything to work with here, and I certainly can't do anything now. Maybe I needed to do something further away while I still have the chance? I prepare to restart the sequence, get ready to enter the trial-and-error phase of life-saving. I don't think anyone would trust me with their most precious possession if they knew I handled it with such a loose and experimental touch.
"Sissel, can I ask a favor," Lynne asked, back in that bashful tone. "Don't abuse your ability to rewind infinitely, fix this as quickly as possible."
"I already said it doesn't matter to me what you're doing, why would I care about seeing it?"
"Because I just don't like being seen! Didn't you see me looking around, ensuring I had privacy before I did anything?" That's a good point, she had been very careful up to this point, though it did nothing to prevent any deaths. Even in her current state, if there was some sound that could convince her she wasn't alone, she just might stop.
That's another idea I can work with, at least as a starting point. "Lynne, how much noise would it take before you get paranoid about having company?"
She's a smart girl, she caught on quickly. "Probably not much, the real concern is whether I'll physically be able to stop. I've never been very good at that."
"You're the kind that sees everything through to the end."
The redhead laughed. "I guess that's a way of looking at it. You get to making noise, I guarantee I'm going to rush to get to a point I can hold the rest."
"Let's just hope that's enough." It's not often my objective is to be noticed, usually I'm naturally stealthy and unknown until it's time to strike, this could be a fun divergence. This'll be easy. How many times am I going to say that before it's true? I jump to the nearest piece of playground equipment, ready to start my mayhem.
Messing with all the toys is a simple matter, pushing the seat held by loud, rusty chains, spinning a hollow globe with an orange ball banging around inside it, raising and lowering this lever device with another ball sitting on its surface. I'm having a great time, and it's definitely raising some din. No way this is going unnoticed.
Elsewhere, alive Lynne has realized something's up. She hasn't called out for fear that it might be hostile, but she's wary and keeping an ear out, not an easy task over the crashing torrent directly below her drowning out most other sounds. "Really, now? Why is it so hard for a girl to just be allowed to whiz?" She hugged her knees and leaned her body forward into her thighs, but the waterfall didn't slow.
I won't be deterred so easily. I focus on one contraption at a time, making it seem more like it's an actual person in a location rather than a scattering of tricks. It's working, our target is breathing heavier, starting to panic. "Come on, come on! You need to hurry up, bladder!" She's urging herself on, spinning her hand to speed through nature's call.
I thought her flow was large before, but it's got nothing on how she's amplifying it. If she had started like this, she'd probably be in her own world, senses isolated from all surroundings. Unfortunately, the huge volume she's adding is only making her pool expand faster, reducing the clock we have. She's straining, her face is red as its cap and sweating, it's clear she's trying to stop, it just might not be enough.
With a display of effort and willpower anyone could be proud of, the golden tide cut off abruptly. There's still a few small drops in a light dribble, but Lynne doesn't care, she pulls up her clothes without any kind of wait, there's a few tiny rivulets running down her leggings if one were to look closely. She takes one large step away, before realizing she can't handle that kind of motion. Instead, she presses her legs together and hobbles away.
"Alright, who's out here?! Is it you, Sissel?" Excellent guess, but she still looked over the park for any signs of life, at least in the immediate area. She gained quite some distance, finding absolutely nothing. "Alone, good, thank you so much!" She ducked behind a not-so-modest tree trunk, again ripping her underwear off and squatting down. Clearly not her first choice, but she probably couldn't make it back to the building in time.
"Looks like this part isn't so easily changed," I muse, half waiting for this relocation to lead to another death. I really expected it, until she peeked out from behind the foliage and reemerged, standing, fully dressed, and calm. Fate averted.
Time jumped forward, back to the present, where Lynne is looking at a giant rock with a face past all the children's fixtures. And it looks like the chef from the Chicken Kitchen has joined in the meantime, minding his own business on the swinging seat. I don't know if it would have helped or hurt if he had arrived earlier. He's no concern of me, so I jump over and connect to Lynne. "All's well with you?"
"Not exactly, I half-wet my panties with all the little things I let out, and I'm not going to get a chance to change. I'd go commando if my skirt wasn't so short. But I'm alive, so thanks again for that. I really would have hated to meet my end by peeing." For something she was so shy about when I got here, she's pretty shameless about it now. "But forget about that, there's something else you need to look at." Okay, she's still pretty quick to brush past it.
As requested, I enter the ghost world to get a better view of important things, and what a surprise, there's a corpse under this boulder. There's no time to dwell on the little lady's struggle now, with another murder on our hands. With the moon lowering from its perch at the apex of the starry sky, I connect to the dead body, hopeful this one will be another clue to the sweeping puzzle of the night. |
Andy was bouncing up and down, watching the seconds on the clock tick by. His bladder was full to the brim with urine that desperately wanted to come out. He could feel the pee waiting at the tip of his erect cock, ready to soak his pants and spurt on to the floor.
Andy had recently discovered his desperation fetish after an accident he had walking home from the grocery store. He knew it was a mistake not to pee before he left, but of course he didn't listen. He was standing outside his house, gripping his cock desperately as he tried to climb up the steps to the door. It felt like his bladder was going to be ripped apart if he didn't release soon. The urine waiting to exit his body left his cock tingling with a feeling he never felt before. Andy was so close, but his bladder couldn't take it. A torrent of urine came gushing out of his hard cock and drenched his shorts, running down his legs and leaving a large puddle underneath him. He couldn't stop the stream, it felt so incredibly erotic that he just pulled his cock out from his shorts and watched the pee gush out from his pinkish swollen tip. Andy was dripping with urine, and he had a massive erection, but thankfully nobody saw what just happened.
This time, he didn't seem so lucky. In a crowded classroom, with a teacher who wouldn't let him be excused, he was mortified. At first Andy thought it would be exhilarating to be desperate in public, but he didn't intent to get this desperate. Though it felt incredible he didn't want to risk peeing himself infront of his classmates.
Andy sat at the back of the classroom so nobody could see his hand slip down to his crotch. He gave his hardening cock a relieving squeeze, but it only lasted a few seconds. The desperation had returned. His bladder, swollen and pressing against his pants was pleading to be released. He fought back groans that threatened to escape and looked up at the clock. Five more minutes and he could sprint into the woods to relieve himself.
Just the thought of release got him too excited and a tiny spurt of pee shot out of his cock. Andy realized and instantly tensed his muscles, cutting off the flow. His body began trembling as he fought hard the keep the urine inside of him. His damp underwear was just so arousing that his penis got even harder.
Andy had an obvious bludge in his loose pants, his cock was sticking right up for everyone to see. Thankfully nobody looked and nobody saw how badly he needed to pee.
Oh god, oh god, it's getting worse. I can't piss myself infornt of everyone.
Andy looked up at the clock. Yes! Just a few more seconds and school would be over. He started lifting his backpack onto his shoulders and stared at the door, waiting for the bell to ring.
"Remember you have a test in two days." The teacher announced as the bell rang. Andy didn't care, he darted out of the room as fast as he could. He quickly came to a halt because all that movement had upset his aching bladder. Andy jammed his hand down his pants and underwear and pressed against the opening of his urethra just in case urine was going to leak out. He could feel his penis tingling, needing to let it all out so bad. His hand pressed against his rock hard cock felt incredible, but if anyone caught him touching himself in the hallway he would get in big trouble.
Andy slowly walking out the door, careful not to jiggle his pulsating bladder and cock. God, he could feel that urine waiting at the brim of his penis, about to pour out any second. He exited the door, and saw the foliage of trees and shrubs as his shelter and personal toilet.
So close...
Suddenly, he felt a hot jet of pee hissing into his underwear. Shit! He was loosing control. Andy abruptly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to tense his muscles and squeeze his cock in between his legs. He was shaking, barely holding on. A few more drips of pee dampened his underwear even more, leaving him breathless and urging him to walk faster.
With a sudden burst of energy, Andy took off into the woods, running through the defensive shield of thick trees that gave him privacy. He flung off his backpack and leaned against the tree not caring if his pants got soaked. His muscles relaxed and instantly a powerful stream of urine came rushing out of his throbbing penis. Andy moaned, leaning his head back as the pee squirted down his legs and drenched the forest floor. It took minutes for his release to die down. Andys pants and shoes were dripping wet, but he had another problem.
He eagerly yanked down his pants exposing his wet, erect penis. His head had turned purple, swelling slightly as it throbbed, begging to be touched. Andy moved his hand up and down, rubbing over the tip gently. It felt so good, his knees grew wobbly from the intense feeling. He moaned, throwing his head back and spreading his legs more as it grew stronger, spreading throughout his body.
He could feel a strong sensation building up in his gut. Andys breathing quickened as he jerked his hand faster over his cock, making the feeling more intense. He was getting close, he could feel his climax building up as he tended his muscles. His sticky cum spewed out from his penis like white ribbon. His body was engulfed with pure pleasure as he climaxed on the forest floor.
So this is my second story, I'm not that good yet but I hope you all enjoy. You vpcan expect a part two for this. ;)
Edited June 12, 2017 by GabbyR
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(Author's Note: The characters of this story are all OC's, currently active in my Fire Emblem inspired Interactive Story. This isn't canon to the primary story, but rather a calm aside, just for the hell of it, just because I feel like writing right now. This will get updated whenever I feel like updating it, just when I'm in a writing mood)
Prologue: The Calm
6:58.... Rose thought to herself as she stared at the clock. Two minutes till showtime. She felt more nervous than she should have. She had most of the afternoon getting stuff ready. Buying drinks and snacks, getting together sleeping bags, renting a scary movie, trying to figure a way out of the party her girlfriend had pressured her into throwing, getting shot glasses, which her girlfriend also pressured her into doing. She honestly wondered why she let Vera pressure her so often, though she guessed it was something to do with how good she looked when naked. The thought made Rose blush slightly. She then noticed that the clock had gone forward a minute. Almost time... A slight twinge in her bladder alerted her to her own growing need to relieve herself. She internally debated if she had enough time to go. She went through the guest list in her head. First, there was Vera, her purple haired girlfriend. She would be a little bit late. Feya, a fellow red head and her and Vera's.... other girlfriend would be with her. Rose had accepted that rather odd relationship a while ago. The three of them had gone through a lot together, and Vera refused to let either red head get too far from her. Besides, Feya was just kinky enough to satisfy Vera where Rose was too reserved to. Moving down the guest list, Reyne was coming as well. Another red head, this girl was far different from the others. Rose was slightly worried about Reyne coming. Not because she would make trouble, very much the opposite. Reyne was more reserved than Rose was, as far as she had seen. Ironic, considering her companion, Belle, who was also coming. That long haired blond was as kinky as Feya and just as easy. Reyne would be here soon, Rose knew, since her reserved nature stemmed from her rich upbringing, which also made her punctual, which meant that she would be there on time. As the clock struck seven, Rose knew she'd hear the doorbell any second. As for her last guest, she knew that Kara wouldn't take long to show up either. Vera had made sure that Kara was coming, and Rose knew the exact reason. Vera wanted Kara to be there because Kara had something that none of the other girls had, being a futanari. It was better than having a boy around, Vera had argued. Well, it's not like she'll be pulling it out. Rose thought to herself. She's not that easy.
Knock Knock
"Coming." Rose called out. She took one last look over her living room. It was big enough to easily fit all of them. She had moved her couch back so the majority of the floor was open for the six sleeping bags to cover the floor. She also had a flat screen on the wall, as well as the table that held up the drinks and snacks. Satisfied that it would work for the night, Rose walked to the door. Before opening it, she turned to the mirror a few feet from the door, one last check to make sure she was all together. Her hair was freshly combed and went to her shoulders. Her pajamas were boring as usual, pure black bottoms and a plain white top, and nothing under them, how she usually slept. As she gripped the door knob, a sudden bolt of dread shot through her as Vera's words rang through her head. "Just show up in what you wear to bed." She had said to the group. To a normal group of girls, that would mean pajamas, as Rose now wore. However, the group invited was no normal group of girls. She would be amazed if no one arrived armed. But show up in what you wear to bed... Rose sighed so loudly that whoever was behind the door was sure to hear her. Well, nothing to fix it now. Might as well take a toll of who shows up naked. She guessed at least half, then opened the door. As she expected, Reyne and Belle stood behind it. Both wore identical white robes, monogrammed with with the letter R in bright red letters. Rose smiled warmly at them, honestly surprised that Belle wasn't naked. "Good evening, Rose." Reyne said, in that royal sounding British accent of hers. Belle then slapped her on the back. "C'mon Reyne, don't be so formal." Belle said. She then walked up to Rose and pulled her into her strong arms. "Hey Rose, it's been too long."
Rose couldn't help but laugh as she returned Belle's hug. An involuntary blush crept onto her face as she felt Belle's massive breasts press against her body. The woman was muscular and well endowed, it made sense that she was Reyne's bodyguard and personal trainer. Trainer in multiple different ways, as Belle explained it, which always prompted a bright blush from Reyne. "Nice to see you too, Belle, but it's only been like two days since we last spoke." "Two days too long then." she then let go of Rose, then walked past her into the house. Rose then turned to Reyne, who seemed to realize something, then go after Belle."Belle, keep your robe on." Reyne called after her as she sped past Rose after her escort. Rose looked around outside and, upon seeing no one, reentered the house, shutting the door behind her. Upon entering, she was immediately greeted by a lovely view of Belle's exposed breasts as Reyne attempted to pull her robe back on her. "Belle..." Reyne growled. Belle stared her down, a slight smile on her face, staying firm in her attempt to strip. "Reyne, it's fine." Belle explained, holding her robe down. "Vera said that we should come how we sleep. I go to bed in a robe, but I sleep naked, so that means I can hang out naked.""Technically, that's true..." Rose said, softly. She had no qualms with a bunch of naked girls walking around her house, despite herself remaining clothed whenever she wasn't bathing or changing. However, she wanted to have a relaxing night with a few friends, instead of the orgy Vera was most likely planning. She was then alerted by another twinge in her bladder. She watched as Reyne relented, allowing Belle to strip naked, throwing her robe to the side. Belle's muscular body on display was enough to make Rose forget how to speak for a second, but she quickly regained composure. "Would you two like something to drink?" She asked. Her eyes peered over to the clock on the wall. 7:02 and she already had a large breasts woman naked in her living room. Tonight was going to be a long night. |
Hey guys, this story is a continuation of my previous one, but you don't have to read them in order to understand. Hope you enjoy.
It was summer break and Andys parents we gone for a five day anniversary vacation. He was thrilled to have the house to himself. Finally he could get some privacy, and also have fun with a his secret fetish.
Andy has discovered his desperation and peeing link accidentally, but it had stuck with him. He would hold his pee for as long as he could, until his bladder gave out and the urine came gushing like a hose. It would soak his underwear and pants, but he loved the feeling of soggy clothing against his dick. It always got him hard. Of course this all happened when he was alone. Andy didn't want anyone finding out about this. He got close one time at school, but he managed to run fast enough.
This week was going to be incredible. The minute his parents left the house Andy started chugging as much water as his stomach could hold. He sprawled himself out on the couch and stripped all his clothes except for his underwear. He turned on the tv and watched Netflix, waiting patiently for the water to kick in.
Less then an hour in and his bladder was tingling slightly. It was already filling up, Andy had a very weak bladder. The feeling was light enough to ignore and take slow sips of a bottle of coke.
He had almost forgotten what he was waiting for when a much more powerful urge struck him. Andy could feel his bladder pulsating, asking him to release the urine. His lower abdomen and penis were tingling like crazy, making him feel slightly aroused.
"Mmm" he moaned, bouncing and jiggling his legs slowly to ease the increasing pressure. He could see how much his bladder had already expanded. Urine had begun filling up at the tip of his urethra, just waiting for the signal to exit his body. His dick was throbbing and pulsing even harder.
Andy brought his hand down and started rubbing up and down against his crotch to sooth himself. He gently rocked his hips and squeezed his muscles, relieving some of that built up desperation. The teenage boy let out a louder moan as his dick started reacting to his touch. His penis had become fully erect and poked out of his underwear. Andy so desperately wanted to pull down his boxers and masturbate, but he would have plenty of time to do that.
His urge was getting worse and worse. Andy was unable to sit still, he was constantly adjusting himself and bouncing his legs faster. Urine had slowly made its way out the tip of his dick in tiny droplets. Andy felt dampness in his boxers and clenched his thighs together. He squeezed his dick again, growing more desperate and needy for release. 'Shit' he muttered and eased his way off the couch. If he was going to piss himself, he was going to do it on hardwood floor.
As he stood up, a spurt of pee gushed out of his dick agressively. Andy felt the force of the urine and clamped his hand on the tip of his dick. It had cut off the flow. Temporarily. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. His muscles were growing achey from being constantly tense.
Andy began rubbing his dick through damp boxers, fighting back moans and his alarming urge to pee. It was growing so intense that his body began trembling. 'Oh god...' He groaned and leaned his head against the wall, squeezing his thighs hard against his penis.
He was getting close. Andys bladder would burst if he didn't pee soon. Even though he was exhausted and extremely desperate, he fought longer. This whole experience was incredibly pleasurable. His tingling dick sent shivers up his spine. Andys full bladder made him feel even more erotic and horny.
He felt a harder blast of pee shoot out and soak his boxers, lasting seconds before he desperately tried to cut off the flow. Andy yelped, his hands traveling down to his dick. He winced as the stream was cut off, his bladder and penis were aching like crazy.
More tiny spurts shot out through his pulsing dick as the urine travelled down his urethra. He tried to cut it off, but a blast of urine erupted from his dick. It was so powerful that the stream shot out through his boxers and splattered onto the floor. The urine continued to gush out like a dam opening, making Andy cry out with pleasure. He could feel the pee running down his thighs, and he spread his legs wider.
The stream was pouring out even stronger while his bladder slowly shrank down. Andy pulled out his penis to release the last of his contents freely. The gushing torrent of urine had slowly piddled down to a few dribbles. The only thing left was his swollen and erect penis.
Andy jerked his hand up and down over top of his drenched boxers. The moist cloth rubbing against his hard dick felt so good. He moaned softly, increasing his speed and rubbing the tip of his dick gently. Andys breathing began speeding up as the incredible sensation began spreading. He clenched his toes and let out a long groan while he massaged the head of his penis, feeling how swollen it had really become. Andy could feel something different than pee building up in his gut. His hands moved faster and his breathing hitched. Andy cried out loudly as he climaxed, cumming all over his boxers. He was right, this week was going to be a lot of fun. |
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