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The Girl Who Didn’t Care
Anna woke up in the morning and threw her alarm clock across the room, almost smiling in satisfaction but not having the strength to do it. Yeah, was this the way to start freshman year. She had been up late the day before moving in, and literally knew no one. She was functioning on four hours of sleep and really didn’t care about anything. Not to mention, the bus came in half an hour.
Sighing, she got out of bed, put on the first thing she could find (a shirt that said “I’m not stubborn, my way is just better” and short shorts) and went downstairs to find some breakfast. Only one thing from home had been taken out, and that was the smoothie machine, so she had a fruit smoothie while she took out her phone and looked at what had happened in the world.
As she was turning it on, she saw Snapchat, Twitter, and Instagram in the bottom right corner. She didn’t have those apps. She turned and glared at her mom.
“You know, most kids complain that their parents don’t let them have social media. Really, mom? I can make friends on my own.”
“I know, I just worry is all. It has to be easier this way, right? Anyway, let’s just move on. The bus comes in twenty minutes, you know. Are you ready?”
“I guess. I mean, binder, fully stocked with stuff, I have my phone, and I’m dressed. What’s left?”
“Good. In that case, let’s go watch some TV.”
“I’m reading mom. Can’t you see that?”
“Ok, ok. No need to go full-blown teen snark on me. I get it. You’re a teen, you’re in high school now, you don’t want to identify with your parents.”
“Chill mom. Of course I still love you and dad. It’s too early for anyone to be nice. Hey, you know what I forgot? I forgot to throw my stuff in my backpack. Be right back.”
When Anna went to put her stuff in her bag, she realized she had forgotten her textbooks. When she got those, she realized she didn’t have any paper. At that point, no matter what she did, there was something else missing. Eventually, she had to sprint out the door to catch the bus.
When she got to the bus stop, she realized just how tired she was. Usually she could tune people’s thoughts out, but this time, she couldn’t, and the wave of voices washed over her and actually caused her to take a physical step back. She quickly looked for the thoughts that were the most similar to hers to take, assume they were her own, and then shove it into the back of her mind. That was how she tuned people out.
There was a girl standing under a tree thinking “I’m new. What if no one likes me? What if I can’t make any friends? Gotta look confident.” She walked over to the girl and stood next to her. All of a sudden, Anna started wondering if she was tall, or if the girl was short. At 5’7, she didn’t feel all that tall. Maybe it was just the girl who was short.
“Hi. I’m Anna.” She extended her hand.
The other girl took it. “I’m Sophia. Just moved here from Alaska. It’s sort of weird to start freshman year in a new school, you know? At least it’s not senior year.”
“Wow, I know! I just moved here from Hawaii. It’s such a change.”
“Yeah. I hope I can actually make friends. I don’t know anyone, and I’m not the most social person.”
“I’m the complete opposite. Anyway, you just made one friend.” Just then, a pang from Anna’s bladder hit her, reminding her of yet another thing she’d forgotten that morning.
“You ok?” Sophia asked.
“Yeah. Just realized that I forgot to go to the bathroom this morning.”
“Oh, man. I’d die if that happened to me. I have like the smallest bladder ever. Can you keep a secret?”
Anna nodded, intrigued.
“I still have to wear diapers to bed. I know, right? I’m fourteen and my bladder is so small I can’t make it through the night.”
Anna almost laughed. This hyperactive, short girl with the rainbow dyed hair was the strangest girl she had ever met. “I’m surprised you say you’re antisocial.”
“I didn’t say I’m antisocial. You said I’m antisocial. I said I’m not the most social. Still, it’ll be fine.” Just then, the bus pulled in. Anna got in, only to be yanked out of line.
“Stand at the back, freshie. Seniors get on first.” The tallest guy Anna had ever seen said, having yanked her aside. He was to die for, with short hair and blue eyes, strong, and almost definitely a basketball player. Anna didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as a spurt had been released from her already bursting bladder and she was focused on stopping it. She simply nodded.
The ride was a short one, and very quickly Sophia and Anna had broken off a conversation about childhood memories to get off the bus. They headed in, looked at a wall chart, and then headed to their homeroom. Their teacher was an ancient woman named Mrs. Malin, who apparently taught earth science and was older than some of the things she taught about.
After comparing classes the girls were thrilled that they had five classes together, including the first four. Their first class was Gym. They headed down that way. Halfway down, a cramp from Anna’s bladder forced her to double over.
“Are you ok?” Sophia asked.
“I’m not sure. I really need to find a bathroom.” Just then, a high pitched beeping emitted from the speakers. “Shit, is that the minute bell? I hope there’s a bathroom in the locker room.”
It turned out Anna wouldn’t get to find out. They weren’t in the locker room that day. It was too early in the year. They were going over rules and regulations. As it turned out, Anna wouldn’t get a chance to go to the bathroom until lunch. She had held on until then with much squirming and holding of her crotch.
Finally, at lunch, she and Sophia sat down on the grass.
“Fuck this.” A desperate Anna said. “I can’t hold it any longer.” In full view of everyone there, she yanked down her shorts, popped a squat, and moaned in relief as a gusher emerged from deep inside her. It went on for probably a minute before it finally stopped. It felt so good Anna couldn’t help but stop and rub one out before pulling her pants up. For a first day, it was strange, and it was only lunchtime. |
During summer in Gravity Falls, Dipper sat on the porch of the Mystery Shack, adding his notes to the journal. "The Summerween monster is a lot like No Face. I guess I should add a note how many times Mabel has seen Spirited Away. Let's see, I think this is the 82nd time." He added a note as Mabel came out. "Well, another wathching of Spirited Away done." She paused and felt a sudden need to pee. "Wow, 2 hours of sitting with drinks can make you go." Dipper watched her walk down the steps. "Where are you going?" "This is the perfect chance to go to the bathroom outside like nature intended." She went into the woods. Dipper ran after her. "Mabel!"
In a secluded spot, Dipper caught up with her. "If you want to go outside, fine. But you shouldn't walk alone in these woods." "Do you see anything around here?" asked Mabel. Dipper didn't. He sat down and continued writing. Mabel chose a tree to her liking and lowered her skirt and panties and crouched down, peeing onto the grass. Then she tried to stand. "Look, I'm Dipper, Dipper!" Dipper looked up in time to see Mabel trying to hold her vagina and fall over. "Mabel, haven't you learned that standing is for boys?" "Then show me. It's been a while. Come on, we're family." "Fine," said Dipper, marking his place in the journal. With Mabel by his side, Dipper lowered his shorts and underwear and aimed his penis, letting out a stream that arched and hit the tree. Mabel was amazed as usual. Dipper finished and dressed. "Well, now that that's done, let's head back."
Sometime later, Dipper was reading in the shop when Wendy came up and gave him a soda and ice cream sandwich as usual. Dipper once more tried to have a normal conversation with her, but became flustered as he always did, accidently mentioning his time with Mabel in the woods, trying to find something interesting to say about the day. Wendy seemed laid back about it. "That brings back memories of my youth with my brothers. We're a lumberjack family after all." Dipper seized the chance and tried to keep it going, barely able to ask if she had peed like Mabel did. To his surprise, Wendy answered as though it was the most basic question asked. "For quite a few years. My brothers showed off how they could stand and I couldn't every chance they got. Then I taught myself to stand. Boy, were they surprised." "Mabel's been trying to stand like me for years," said Dipper. "Maybe I should help her with that," said Wendy, simply.
A little later, Wendy took Dipper outside. "I don't know about this," said Dipper. "Dude, I've got three brothers I saw do this my whole life. I'm sure you have nothing to hide. It's only fair since I'm teaching Mabel." The idea of seeing Wendy peeing was appealing to Dipper and felt this feeling overcome his own doubt. Wendy urged him on. "Unless you're afraid. Come on, show me, show me!" "Alright," said Dipper. The two stood by a tree, standing side by side. The two exposed their privates and let out two streams onto the tree. Dipper couldn't help but admire the Wendy looked and the way she held her folds. "Now let's see if you can beat a girl standing," said Wendy. Her stream rose higher to her waist. Dipper did the same. "Fine, but I'm only giving you that since I'm taller," said Wendy. "Can you hit this spot this far back?" She stepped back, the stream becoming longer as it continued to hit the same spot. Dipper stood next to Wendy and pushed out his stream, but fell over. Wendy cheered. "Yes! Point for me!" She took Dipper's hand and pulled him up. "Come on, no hard feelings. Let's finish with something fun." They ended with crossing streams, Dipper's stream hitting the grass at Wendy's feet, while her stream hit the ground in front of Dipper. Wendy cleaned with leaves and dressed with Dipper. "Thanks for the fun, man. Let me know when you want to try again. I look forward to beating a boy at taking a leak standing again." She playfully pulled down Dipper's hat.
Wendy soon came upon Mabel once peeing outside. "Dude, you really should try standing if you're going to be outside like this," said Wendy. "I thought girls can't stand," said Mabel. "You'd be surprised," said Wendy. When Mabel agreed to let Wendy teach her, Wendy suggested Mabel remove her sweater to keep it dry. Then both girls exposed their privates and Mabel copied the way Wendy adjusted her folds and peed out a stream that arced at her waist for a few seconds before it lost control. "Good enough first try," said Wendy. "Keep it up and eventually be able to do this." Wendy made more adjustments to herself, sending her stream in different directions. Mabel was amazed. "It's like magic." She meant to try it. Wendy stopped her. "Whoa, dude, just stick with regular standing for now. Don't worry, once you get that down, we can move on to other moves. We have all summer." Mabel thanked her, and kept practicing on her own.
After Mabel finally got the hang of standing from Wendy, she invited Dipper to watch. Back in the woods, as Dipper stood, Mabel was standing beside him, skirt and panties at her ankles, holding her folds like Wendy did, and peeing out an arc as high as Dipper. "Look, I'm Dipper, Dipper!" "Nice work, Mabel," said Dipper. "If only I could this years ago, we could have more fun than," said Mabel. "Come on," said Dipper. "Just sneaking outside to pee was fun enough." "Even more fun when we went all the teacher's desk in school?" "You did that. I wrote on the blackboard," said Dipper. "True. That was a funny messasge you wrote." After a pause, Mabel peed out a 3x3 grid. "Want to play tic-tac-toe?" Dipper peed out an X. "Hey, I want to Xs. Let me be X's," said Mabel. Dipper sighed and peed out an O. "Yay!" Mabel made an X. "Actually, I'm sorry, I changed my mind. I'll be Os." Dipper made an X. "Ok, you're going to hate me, but is X's still a posibility?" Dipper wrote out random symbols in annoyance. Mabel studied Dipper's work. "I don't think you're playing this right." After playing rock paper scissors where the winner chose which letter to use, they played a series of games of tic- tac- toe. The sun was setting when they went back. After sharing an awkward sibling hug, they settled down inside for their movie night. Mabel, of course, chose Spirited Away. This time, Dipper was able to enjoy it sitting with Mabel. |
On a day, Sofia and James were fencing outside. Finding fencing to be thirsty work, they shared a large drink as Amber walked by. "I hope you'll be done soon. The party is in four hours. That barely gives me enough time to get ready." "We don't need four hours like you," said James. "Be that as it may," said Amber. "Also, easy with drinking. You know better than to ask to use the bathroom during such an event." She walked on. "Maybe we should go before getting ready," said Sofia. James agreed and both peed on a hedge. "Now that that's taken of, I can have a little more to drink," said James and they finished their drink.
At night, everyone gathered for the gathering, along with Ruby and Jade. When they went inside, Ruby and Jade asked to use the bathroom. "You should have gone before coming," said Amber. Although Amber also felt a slight need to pee. Spending four hours getting ready gave her no time to use the bathroom. "Just think about something else," said Sofia. "It won't last long." Sofia also started to feel the need to go and hoped the event would be over soon. A couple minutes later, James signs of discomfort. "I really have to use the bathroom and that fountain centerpiece isn't helping." "You should think about going," said Sofia. "After all, a prince may ask rather than a princess," said Amber. James thought about it. "I know a couple girls have to go. It wouldn't be fair that I can use the bathroom when they can't ask. I'll be fine."
Ruby and Jade were walking around, trying to act normal. They walked by a punch bowl and noticed punch slowly being poured out. "That is really making me have to go," said Jade. "Me too," said Ruby. "But I'm sure it'll be over soon and we can go." "But if everyone is waiting for the end, the line might be too long," said Jade. "I can't wait that long." Ruby noticed an open window. She made up her mind. "I'm not a princess. I'm a village girl and Buttercup and I'm going to tinkle like one." "Me too," said Jade. "I have to spinkle so much and I'll do so like the village girl and Buttercup I am." They slipped outside and landed inside a large foliage. Concealed, they fumbled with their dresses. Too desperate, they pulled their dresses completely off as two streams of pee flowed out their vaginas, hitting the leaves and falling onto the ground.
Ruby and Jade sighed in relief as two large foamy puddles pooled at their feet. "I can't believe how good it feels," said Ruby. "I guess it's because we were holding it for so long," said Jade. "I can't remember that last time I held it so long when I really had to go." After a couple minutes, their streams slowed to a trickle and dripped down in steady drips into the large puddle. Having pushed out the last spurts of pee, Ruby and Jade used their Buttercup skills to choose safe leaves and clean themselves and spent a couple minutes getting their dresses on and returning inside. James, meanwhile, was having a hard time ignoring the steady increase of desperation he felt. When no one was looking, he would lose composure and hold himself. The third time this happened, he heard laughter. James turned and saw a group of people laughing at a joke they were telling each other. Although they didn't notice James, he almost wished they did if it meant he didn't have to watch their drinks slosh around in their glasses and some drops fell to the floor. James looked at the time. "How could so little time have passed? The clock must be broken. How can I wait much longer?"
Another ten minutes slowly passed and James noticed one person with a spilled drink and drops were softly falling to the floor. He felt a few drops of pee escape his bladder and make a slight spot in his underwear. "Oh, I have to go so bad! I can't take it anymore!" Clutching himself, he ran out, looking for something to pee on. Then he noticed the deserted punch bowl. Too desperate to think, he seized the bowl and ran, looking for a private place. Sofia walked by. "What are you doing, James?" "Out of my way, Sofia. I have to use the bathroom and I can't wait any longer." Sofia guessed what James intended to do. "I feel nature calling, so I'll join you. Going in the punch bowl sounds like fun." No one saw them slip out the room. Away from the party, they put the bowl down. James lowered the front of his pants and underwear down and aimed his penis over the punch. At last, he released the contents of his aching bladder and sighed in relief as his pee poured out his penis, arc, then pour down and empty into the punch. Sofia lifted her dress, pulled down her underwear, adjusted her folds and peed into the punch, sighing in relief after waiting to use the bathroom for so long.
Both looked down as the punch foamed around where the streams hit and the color seemed to become slightly foggy. At last, their streams slowed and and the last drops dripped into the punch. Fully relieved, James pulled up his underwear and pants and lent Sofia his handkerchief to clean up and she pulled on her underwear and adjusted her dress. Feeling adventurous, she tasted the punch. "It really doesn't taste like it should." James also tasted it. "Well, as long as no one knows what happened and it was us, I don't care." They managed to replace the punch bowl without being seen. Amber, meanwhile, was quickly becoming desperate to pee. At times, she was sitting, thinking about pulling her dress and underwear to the side and peeing under a table, but couldn't do it. Maintaining her composure, she walked around, fighting the thoughts of water and peeing filling her mind. "If I relieve myself in my dress, no one will know. But I can't ruin this dress. I'll only have ten more this good."
When Cedric started performing and everyone was looking the other way, Amber knew this was her chance to pee without being noticed. She wandered around and noticed the centerpiece. Now, extremely desperate, she resigned herself to peeing on it. She went behind it and peered out, making sure no one was watching. Amber slid back behind the centerpiece and lifted her dress. Lowering her underwear so just her vagina was exposed, she relaxed and peed into the water. Sweet relief washed over her as she felt her bladder slowly draining and her pee held for so long, rushing out her slit, against her folds with a slight tickle, and pour into the water. Looking down at the stream and the bubbling water, Amber closed her eyes, silently sighing in relief. Completely immersed in relief, Amber listened to the splashing of her pee mixing with water. At last, her stream died down. Making sure no drops would get on her clothes, Amber made sure they fell in the water, then cleaned with her handkerchief and adjusted her clothes.
Amber was walking by the punch when James came by. "Whatever you do, don't drink the punch." Amber's question was soon answered when Ruby and Jade came up. "You don't have to wait for us to tinkle anymore," said Ruby. "We don't have to go anymore." "We just sprinkled outside," said Jade. "In that case, I just went to the bathroom in the punch," said James. "When nature called, I joined James," said Sofia, coming up. She shrugged. "It just seemed like fun." Amber felt slightly left out. Finally, she spoke. "I relieved myself in the centerpiece." She sighed. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about that now." The rest of the party went on uneventfully. When the night ended, Sofia, Amber, James, Ruby, and Jade, were alone. "It's strange to say, but having to go to the bathroom was the most excitement I had," said James. "I always find these parties stuffy and boring. I wish we could do something more fun with them." Sofia had an idea and encouraged everyone, even Amber, to join in.
Later at night, in Sofia's room, they had their own party with their own idea of fun. "If you will excuse me, I must use the bathroom," said James. "If you don't mind, I'll use the punch brought up." "That's fine with us," said Sofia. "I should wish to accompany you as well." "In that case, sister, would care for a fencing match? I could use more practice." Sofia curtsied. "It would be my pleasure." When the two peed in the drink, they crossed streams, each aiming to strike the other. Soon, Amber excused herself. "I should relieve myself as well." "Jade and I were thinking of tinkling out the window," said Ruby. "Perhaps you would care to join us." "It would be an honor if a princess joins us," said Jade. "Well, a princess should make others happy," said Amber, joining them as they peed out the window. Afterwards, James offered to clean the girls, which they accepted, especially Ruby and Jade. With that, they had more that night than they ever thought they would have. |
Sofia was practicing her ice skating. She started to feel a need to use the bathroom. Making sure she was alone, Sofia lowered her pants and underwear and held up her dress, peeing onto the ice. She noticed her skates were still moving and saw the stream following her. Curious, Sofia skated in a line and peed out a line. Then she spun around, making a circle of pee. Sofia started to have fun and tried a series of moves. When she finished, Sofia noticed Amber watching.
"That was lovely," said Amber. "Thank you," said Sofia. Amber seemed a little concerned. "Aren't you worried someone might see you?" "I think it's fun," said Sofia. "As long as I'm doing what I like, I don't care what anyone else thinks." "Well, don't let me interrupt your fun," said Amber. "I'm meeting up with James. We'll meet you later." James, meanwhile, was playing in the snow. Soon, he had to pee. James casually went to a tree, pulled down his pants and underwear, and peed on the tree and into the snow, writing his name. "Typical boy," said Amber, walking up. "Acting as proper as usual," said James, glancing at her. "One of us has to," said Amber. "Sofia was doing what you're doing while skating."
James was interested. "That sounds like fun and I'm sure it was beautiful to watch." Amber shrugged. "I guess if you like that kind of thing. Sofia never seems to get what being a princess is about." "Says the princess who uses the bathroom in a teapot during table gatherings and has fun with her brother and sister," said James. "I can tell you liked what Sofia was doing." "Fine, I found her performance quite elegant. Are you satisfied now?" James smiled. "Almost. Why don't you join me, darling sister?" Amber allowed herself a smile and peed onto the snow with James, writing her name more elegantly than James.
The siblings then met up with Sofia. James asked Sofia to perform for them. Sofia was more than happy to show her new moves. James was completely enthralled. "That's amazing! If you could do that in a show, I'm sure everyone would love it." "Maybe I should," said Sofia. "I'd be happy to skate like this for the other princesses." Amber wasn't so sure. "Don't you care what they would think?" Sofia replied. "I don't care. I just want to skate in a way I love." Amber couldn't convince Sofia otherwise and James was eager to see it. So one day, the princesses gathered to watch a special performance by Sofia. Amber and Sofia looked at the princesses gathered. "Sofia, you don't have to do this."
Sofia was slightly nervous. Then she breathed. "I'm doing what I love and I won't worry what others think and who might see." Then her performance began. The princesses were surprised to see Sofia peeing in a straight line as she skated. Then Sofia spun in midair, her stream making a perfect circle and everyone was impressed by her acrobatic skill. Then Sofia spun in a circle as she stood in place, peeing in a circle that rose around her waist. Everyone gasped in amazement as her clear stream sparkled and shone bright against the snow. By the time Sofia peed out a figure eight, the princesses were completely enthralled by what they were seeing. Euphoria seemed to come over everyone who watched. Amber and James watched from the side. "She is quite graceful," said Amber.
"I can see you want to try it," said James. Sofia finished a leap, causing a long arch of pee. Then she asked Amber and James to join in. James happily skated onto the ice. He took out his penis and peed out shapes with perfect aim. Amber was caught up with the performance she found herself taking Sofia's hand and skating with her. "Everyone's watching," said Amber. "Don't worry about them," said Sofia. "It's just us having fun. Why should we worry who sees and what they think?" "I'm having fun," said James. "What should we do together?" "Just do what comes to mind," said Sofia. The three relaxed and performed moves that came naturally. Sofia threw Amber in the air. She spun, making a golden circle and landing on a spot James peed on from a distance.
The three spun on the ice, making three circles around them and came together, making a large circle spin around them, and James moved his penis, causing swirls in the circle. They skated around and peed on each others private areas as they moved past. Sofia and Amber's streams met and James jumped, spinning in mid air, making a circle above them. Then he aimed his penis and his stream came down and hit the other two before landing at the point the streams met. They continued to make different shapes and figure eights, accompanied with spins. For the finale, Sofia stood in the center of Amber and James as the three held hands and spun in a line, making one large circle. The princesses cheered, sending a feeling of euphoria and excitement through the three as they stood amid the cheers. As the princesses expressed their enjoyment, some said they wanted to try it as well.
They seemed to be unsure about actually trying it with so many other around. But Sofia did a quick jump and let out a short stream of pee. "I'm doing what I love and I don't care who watches and what they think. If you think it's fun, you should try it. Don't worry about others and enjoy what you love. I'm not going to let anyone stop me for doing what I love and neither should you." So the princesses began to try their own moves. Princess Hildegard and Princess Clio took turns tossing each other into the air so they could spin and caught each other, while Princess Maya tried peeing figure eights. Sofia taught them to leap in the air and make arches. Everyone had fun and didn't care they were watched by everyone else.
On the way home, Sofia and James peed on a tree. Then Amber joined them. Sofia told her she didn't have to pee so in the open. Amber smiled. "I'm having fun with you and I don't care what anyone thinks, Sofia." The three finished and walked on, leaving behind their names written the snow, Amber proud how elegantly she could write. |
In the kingdom of Avalor, Sofia, Amber and James spent a day in the kingdom after the freeing of Princess Elena and her family, including Princess Isabel. In the royal gardens, Sofia was admiring the birdbath Isabel had built. Isabel turned a level and caused a fountain to appear, pouring down fresh water into the birdbath. Sofia was amazed. They then enjoyed the other sights of the garden. "By the way, Isabel, I can't believe you spent 47 years in a painting. How do you feel now?" Isabel looked back at the falling water and suddenly held herself. "Like I really have to pee. Not going for 47 years must have that effect on you." Isabel walked to a tree. Sofia came up. "I have to pee too." Isabel smiled. "Then I can show you a trick I taught myself." She lifted her dress, lowered her underskirt, and adjusted her folds, letting out a yellow arc. "I'm actually pretty good at tinkling standing myself and I've showed a few other girls," said Sofia.
She copied Isabel and peed, her stream arcing at her waist. "Impressive," said Isabel. She adjusted herself and used her stream to draw the designs of the birdbath with a working fountain. "Wow, I can only write my name," said Sofia, tracing her name. "Still impressive," said Isabel. "Amber can pee out her name more elegantly than that," said James, coming up with Amber. Amber shifted. "That is not something that should be spoken so openly," said Amber. "I like the idea of girls, especially princesses that can pee out their name," said Isabel. "I see the princesses here have a different way of speaking properly," said Amber. Isabel shrugged. "I was always into my inventions and studying the flora and fauna outside, I never bothered to learn proper speaking ediquite." "Fine," said Amber. "But, Sofia, you are studying to be a real princess. Please speak a bit more properly." Sofia giggled. "We don't have to speak properly all the time. In those times, I don't mind talking about sprinkling, tinkling, or peeing. I think they can be fun to say and that's all that matters to me."
Amber smiled softly. "I sometimes wish I could be a bit more carefree." "Try speaking less proper," said Sofia. "You might like it." Amber considered for some time. She seemed to struggle with herself. "I'll try. I think sprinking outside can be fun. I can tinkle while stading and I can pee out my name most elegantly." She breathed slowly. "I can't believe I said that." James put an arm around her. "You just need to practice. Try saying it a few times and it'll be easier. But you saying it once is enough for me." Amber smiled. "I can show you how I can write my name while relieving myself. I mean while peeing standing." She exposed her vagina and peed out a stream and traced her name in beautiful cursive letters.
Inside the castle, James and the three princesses walked together. James spoke up. "Isabel, have you ever peed behind a suit of armor? I've done it plenty of times." "I have sometimes," said Isabel. "I've created a way to keep the armor clean. A special stone with a cleaning solution. I can show you." James joined Isabel behind a suit of armor and both exposed their privates and peed onto the armor, Isabel showing no surprise at the differences between her and James. Once finished, she slid back a hidden panel in the base that she installed, removed the stone and scrubbed the armor clean. "I usually tinkle on plants in the hall," said Sofia. "Sometimes I also sprinkle behind a tapestry." She and Isabel went behind a tapestry, squatted down and peed onto the floor and also stood peeing onto a potted plant. "I am surprised other royal members came up with ways to pee around a castle," said Isabel.
"Sometimes I have to sprinkle at night," said Amber slowly with a slight cringe as she spoke so improperly. "I usually tinkle out the window. It is better than relieving, I mean, peeing on my fine bed sheets." Isabel shrugged. "I don't really care about bed sheets, but one invention of mine is good at changing sheets." Isabel took them to her room where she peed onto her bed. Then she showed how she made additions to her bed that when a crank was used, activated a mechanism that removed the sheets and placed new sheets on the bed. "Still have to prefect the making the bed part of it." She made a note in her journal. The sun was beginning to set when they paused outside on the bridge over the large waterfall where the evil queen had plunged down after her defeat. "Maybe we can share one final pee moment," said Amber, cringing only slightly at what she was saying. "That sounds like fun," said Sofia. "I guess peeing over the edge and down the waterfall." James and Isabel agreed and all four let out streams that arched over the edge and down the side of the waterfall.
Isabel made calculations and adjusted her stream so it struck the rays of the setting sun, giving it a bright color. The others were amazed and tried, managing to get some the sun's rays reflected in their streams. Everyone finished, cleaned off, and got dressed. "Well, that was fun in its own way," said Amber. "I mean just peeing not catching the light." She saw she wasn't cringing anymore. "I like to sprinkle outside? I can tinkle while standing? I can pee over the side of the bridge? Am I really speaking so improperly and finding it easy?" "I'm proud of you, Amber," said Sofia, hugging her. James did the same while Isabel smiled. "I guess it's ok to speak like this sometimes," said Amber. "I shouldn't in front of others though. But Sofia, if you want to talk about sprinkling, tinkling, or peeing around the other princesses, go ahead. I won't let them make fun of you." "I appreciate it," said Sofia. "Don't be afraid to speak like that in front of others. As long as you're ok with it, that's all that matters." "You can wait as long as you want," said James. "You were courageous enough for now." Amber was pleased with herself. They made their way back. "I think I can use some of these ideas we've tried with my sister," said Isabel. She looked forward to spending such a day with Elena for the first time in years. |
THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION.
Ella's eye were glued to the clock. Only 15 minutes until she was off work. What a morning it had been. Starbucks was packed. About usual for a Saturday morning. Unfortunately, Ella hadn't been pee since the night before. She forgot to go before work but it wasn't bad. She was going to right after work. The need to go was definitely there but she couldn't go until her replacement clocked in and took over. Luckily, the girl was sitting out in the lobby waiting for 3 o'clock to hit. Ella could feel her belt digging into her bladder. It was starting to make the wait almost unbearable. She was wearing black work pants, a black t shirt, black nike running shoes, and wrist brace as she had recently sprained it after falling at work.
Finally! 3 o'clock hit! She patiently waited for the new girl to come take over for her. They sat there and chatted for a minute. Ella was trying non chalantly to hide the fact that she really had to pee. Her replacement was Claire. She had been there only a few days and wanted to Ask some questions before starting her shift. Ella tried to be as nice as possible while still trying to hurry the process up so she could pee. Claire noticed that she really had to pee.
"You look like you really have to pee." said Claire.
"Uhhh yeah. Really really bad." said Ella.
"Okay, I'll let you go before you pee yourself. I'd hate to see that." said Claire as she winked.
"What was the wink for?"
"Oh, uh...well...it's nothing. I'll text you about it later." said Claire before turning to help the next customer.
This stood out to Ella but she was to desperate to care. She walked over to the bathroom only to find it occupied. She decided to wait. She stood there, thighs pressed together and arms crossed. Finally, the door opened. It was a young mother, probably in her early 20's, and her daughter. The girl was trying to stay in the bathroom and the mom was trying to pull her out. Finally they were out of the way and Ella walked in. As she did, she struggled to undo her belt due to her wrist brace. Finally she got it. Ella quickly pulled her pants and thong down. She peed for almost a whole two minutes. The whole time she sighed a huge relief.
Ella emerged a few minutes later. Her face was still slightly flustered from the desperation. She noticed Claire was free and went over to chat for a minute.
"Okay, I've gotta know. Why did you wink at me?" said Ella.
"Well, I haven't said a word to anybody about this since it happened. My second night I was here and I closed by myself. It wasn't busy at all but I had a lot to do and drink. Well, as soon as I started cleaning the milk machine, the urge to pee hit me. And really strong too. But I couldn't leave it once I started. I tried so hard not to pee then and there. I was doing the pee-pee dance the whole time. I tried to clean as fast as I could. When I finished, I threw a hand between my legs and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could. But it was like as soon as I saw the toilet, my body just lost control. I was within inches of relief and my body gave in. My pants were soaked. I was so embarrassed I didn't come out for 10 minutes. I didn't have extra clothes and had half the store to clean still. I finally got everyting cleaned up and hurriedly walked out to my car. I was SO nervos someone would see me or worse, someone I know. But I didn't see anyone. I got in car and left."
"Whoa. I'm sorry to hear that. Did you clean the bathroom after?"
"No, I just left it. Whats weird though is that it was kinda fun."
"Hmm. Well that still sucks. Sometimes it is fun to hold it though. Feel free to text me anytime." said Ella.
"Okay, maybe we can hangout sometime." said Claire.
"Oh, for sure!" said Ella.
Ella turned and started walking to her car. 'That was kinda odd but oh well, made a new friend.' she thought. She just smiled and kept walking, preparing for her night out. Little did she know, she would be having quite the night of her life.
Ella arrived home safe and sound. The entire drive she was thinking about the conversation she had with Claire. She was so surprised she had met someone with the same interest. Especially one like this. She quickly forgot as she had to start getting ready for her night out. As she was getting ready, her friends texted her and said that some of them wouldn't make it out tonight. She said thats fine and we can reschedule. Instead of being disappointed, she saw this as an oppurtunity. She decided to throw some gray leggings and a blue shirt on and run up to Starbucks and see what Claire was doing.
Ella arrived at Starbucks a few minutes before close. Claire was by herself again. She smiled and waved to Ella when she walked in the door.
"Hey Claire!"
"Hey Ella! What are you doing back here?"
"I was bored sitting at the house. Thought I'd see if you wanted to hangout and have some fun."
"Well sure! I'm free all night and tomorrow as well!"
"Alrighty! I can't wait. I'm just gonna hangout here until you get off!"
Ella ordered a grande iced mocha and sat down until Claire got off work. As closing time came, Claire clocked out and walked over to Ella and said, "What do you wanna do?"
"I don't know, I thought maybe we could talk more about what we discussed earlier?"
"Oh..uhh..okay. Thats fine. I didn't think we'd ever talk about it again honestly." said Claire.
"Well, you said it was fun and I thought I could help you experience it more." said Ella.
"Yeah. Sounds fun. Can we run by my place so I can change into something else?"
"Well of course!"
The two left and went over to Claire's house. Claire ran inside and changed into a skirt and t shirt with some tan flats. Claire was a stunning girl, About 5'4, slightly bigger than an athletic body type like Ella. She had dark red, almost maroon colored, shoulder length hair. She came back out after a few minutes inside. She had a water bottle in hand. They left and returned to Ella's house shortly. They chatted for a few minutes about work and whatnot until Claire mentioned that she had to pee.
"You can't go pee yet. You haven't even been holding an hour!"
"But I was gonna go now then start holding after that. Like drain the lake?"
"Good idea! I'll go too!" said Ella.
They both went pee and then walked into the kitchen. They agreed that 3 glasses would good to start with. They would hold for at least 3 hours, or longer. Until one of them buckled and went pee or peed themselves. Neither of them would be allowed to go in the toilet either. The drank the three glasses of water and went to watch a movie. Every hour they were holding, they had to drink another glass. So they picked out a movie and then started the timer.
Time quickly went by until about an hour in. Ella noticed she was starting to have to pee. She glanced over and wondered if Claire had to go yet. She tried to forget about it. It worked until about 30 minutes later.
"Do you gotta pee any yet Ella? I'm starting to really feel it!"
"Yeah a little bit. You don't do this a lot do you?"
"Uh...once before my accident at work. And that made two. This makes three."
Ella didn't say anything else. She was starting to get more desperate by the minute. She was sitting with one leg under her and the other hanging down. She noticed Claire was sitting over there cross-legged and shifting her weight occasionally. She didn't have much longer compared to Ella. After there 2nd glass of water, she was starting to feel it even worse. By now, Ella was sitting straight up like a bored. Claire had one hand kinda shoved int her crotch and her face was starting fluster. Ella knew she was gonna win the battle.
"Uh Ella, I don't think I can hold on much longer. Do you have a...aaaa...towel or anything for me to sit on?" Said Claire.
"Uhhhh....yeah...why don't we just go outside on the back deck? None of my neighbors can see us plus its dark outside." said Ella.
"Sure...whatever is best...I really have to go though. Can we go now? Pleasseeee!!"
"Lets get a glass to take with us first."
"Please no more water. I'm gonna be peeing all night now!" pleaded Claire.
"Sorry not sorry."
Ella went into the kitchen and got two of the biggest glasses and filled Claire's all the way up and her only half way. She was feeling devilish and wanted to have some fun with her guest now. Claire was already sitting on the deck now when Ella returned. She gave Claire the glass and told her she had to drink it all and she had already drank half of hers. Claire sighed and then took the glass. She chugged it really fast and sat the glass down. She was starting to shake from the desperation. Ella grinned and almost forgot her need to pee. Ella was starting to feel the shakes coming on though. So she wasn't far behind. Claire had both of her hands stuffed between her legs as she danced from foot to foot.
"El--Ella..how long has it been?"
"2 hours and 56 minutes to be exact."
Claire sighed and continued her little dance. Ella had one hand in her crotch. She was sarting to get the goose bumps from the cold water. She looked at Claire and was actually kind of relieved that she might win. She had never done anything like this and was so glad she could. About that time...
"ELLA!! I'm losing it!! Ella!! Ellaaaaaa!!! I can't stop it!!!"
"Shhh stop yelling! And its fine just let it go!"
Claire pulled her hands from under her skirt and lifted it. She squatted down just let the pee go. It was during this that Ella realized Claire wasn't wearing any underwear. Claire sighed for a good minute before she stopped peeing. Now all Ella had to do was keep holding until she could beat her goal of 3 and a half hours. She only had 20 minutes to go. Claire was so embarrassed that she just peed herself but didn't care anymore. She was watching Ella now and talking to her. Ella was trying her hardest to keep her compusre but 20 minutes seemed like 20 hours when your dying to pee! She had both hands shoved into her crotch. She was dancing around like a mad man. She kept looking at the clock and saying only a few more minutes. Just a few more. Ella was trying so hard to hold it.
She had only 5 minutes left when it started. Claire lunged her and started tickling her sides.
"Claire!!! Stop please!! I'm trying to set a record! PLEASE!!"
"Aww poor Ella!!! I know you set me up earlier to ee first so I'm returning the favor!" shouted Claire.
Claire kept attacking her with the tickling. Finally Ella shouted "STOP STOP ITS HAPPENING!" Ella tried so hard to hold it back. She only had 2 minutes to go and flood gates opened up. But there was nothing she could do now except accept defeat. She spread her legs and just watched the pee streak down her legs until it was a giant puddle under feet. Her butt was soaked as most of it had went behind her. Only a little bit went down the front of her legs. She was so relieved and disappointed she had failed her goal.
"Damn Ella, you must've really had a lot pent up in there."
"Yeah I did...."
"So... you're pretty cute in soaked pants." Claire said. "Almost cute enought to kiss."
This caught Ella extremely off guard. "Uhh thanks...I noticed you weren't wearing any underwear. Whys that?"
"I was hoping you noticed...so I might kinda have a crush on you and I was hoping we could experiment a little bit besides the pee part." said Claire.
Ella had never imagined something like that would happen. She had thoughts but never thought it would happen. "I would love that! I've dreamed but never thought possible!"
"What do you say we shower then take the fun into the bedroom?" said Claire.
"Lets do it." said Ella.
They both walked into the house and took off there dirty clothes. They both kissed and walked into the bathroom together. Ella was so blown away this had happened but so so glad!
I hope you guys enjoy it. Sorry its a little on the long side. But feel free to leave suggestions for Chapter 3.
Edited June 15, 2017 by sammilove
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I based this off someone's fantasy I read on a request thread, and I hope it can satisfy him.
This is a Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic, although it borrows elements from Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Games. Probably not my best work, I'm not too good at the adventure-themed ones.
Blaze's Desperate Adventure
Blaze had just run a long race at a stadium on a massive island about the size of West Side Island. She won the race by a landslide. Exhausted and panting, she drank about twenty bottles of water. She was currently wearing an exercise outfit, consisting of a short purple dress and long, black, skintight shorts underneath. (This is her Aquatics outfit in Mario & Sonic at the London 2012 Olympic Games)
There were eight racers each race, and sixteen racers total. The winners of each race would face each other in the finals. Blaze sat on the sidelines, watching a badger win the race. Once the badger had time to rest, Blaze raced him and won. She drank about ten more bottles of water afterwards.
After being presented with her trophy, Blaze felt a sudden urge to pee. She had drank a lot of water. So she walked toward the stadium bathroom.
Suddenly, there was a series of explosions, and the stadium - including its bathroom - was reduced to rubble.
Doctor Eggman Nega flew over with his Eggmobile.
"Hee hee hee! I'm taking over this island now!"
"Don't count on it!" said Blaze.
"Drat! Blaze is here? I'd better run!"
Nega flew away. Blaze ran after him. She was a ways away from the ruined stadium when she realized she still had to pee. If she could find a bathroom or outhouse on the way there, she could spare some time to use it. Until then, she used it as motivation to run faster.
She ran through a grassland, running across loops and destroying robots (think the classic Sonic games). As she ran, her need to pee became greater.
Eventually, Nega got into a mecha and attacked Blaze. She defeated him easily, though it was a little harder than usual because of her extreme need to pee.
Nega flew away, and Blaze followed him into a desert. The dryness of the desert offered her some comfort, though she still had to pee really badly.
After defeating Nega again, Blaze entered a zone that was the exact opposite of the previous one: A cavern with waterfalls. The sound of running water was torture for her, and she could feel herself leak into her shorts. She hoped this would be one of those zones where she would have to go underwater, then she'd be soaked and could pee in the water or even out of it, and no one would ever be able to tell.
However, there was not a single underwater part of the path, and wherever the waterfalls were flowing was way down. As she ran, she could feel the pee sloshing around inside her and knew she couldn't last much longer.
She fought Nega again in a room surrounded by waterfalls. By now Blaze REALLY needed to go. She jumped up and attacked Nega's cockpit, but then another spurt caused her to put both hands on her crotch. Nega quickly shot a missile at Blaze, knocking her on her butt.
Blaze felt her shorts grow warm and wet as she began peeing full force. She desperately tried to stop, but it was no use. Blaze, the princess of her home dimension, the fiercest warrior of the land, was wetting herself. She blushed beet red with embarrassment.
"Hee hee hee!" Nega teased. "Did Blaze wet herself?"
Blaze stood up, still peeing, and now furious. She jumped up and, in a flurry of flaming strikes, demolished Nega's mecha. Nega looked as though he was about to wet himself - but he didn't - as he flew away.
Blaze had hoped her flaming attacks would dry her off, but they didn't. Her shorts were soaked and smelled of pee, and she wouldn't be able to change out of them until Nega was defeated. She sat in her wet shorts hanging her head in shame for about five minutes. Her only hope was that she could find somewhere to go for a swim and wash off, or else a volcanic area that would dry her off.
She pulled herself together and ran into the next zone, which was a marble cave. As she ran, she felt a sense of relief that she didn't have to go anymore, though she still felt humiliated and disliked the feeling of her pee-soaked shorts. She would much prefer to be completely soaked with water, as she often would be on her journeys.
Though, deep down a part of her did like the naughty thrill of it, but she brushed it off.
She defeated Nega again after he teased her about her accident again. The next zone was a casino, during which Blaze got lost and confused quite often. She was about halfway through the second part of it when she had to pee again - it was time for the second wave, and there was a lot left over!
After another somewhat difficult fight with Nega, Blaze entered a forest. Her need to pee grew greater. Her shorts were still wet but she didn't want to pee herself twice in one day. That would be even more undignified.
Blaze barely defeated Nega again and rode an elevator to Nega's fortress. As she ran, she could feel the pressure increasing, the waves of pee sloshing around.
She reached Nega, who flipped a switch, and the walls of the room disappeared as the floor rose high up into the air. Blaze cringed. She was afraid of heights, and they were now really high up. She leaked a little into her already-wet shorts for about five seconds.
Nega got into a giant mecha, and fought Blaze. Blaze fought hard, determined to not have another accident, and was too much for Nega, destroying his mecha. Nega flew away swearing revenge, and his platform began to fall. Blaze held onto it, wetting herself again during the fall. She finished peeing just as the platform was close to the ground, and jumped off. The platform hit the ground next to her with a loud KLUNK. Blaze lay on the ground, panting, and feeling ashamed that she had peed herself again.
She looked around. She was still in the forest, with no pools of water in sight. She sighed, and made her way back to the stadium ruins.
After a long journey, she finally reached the beach. The anthros walked up to her and asked if she had defeated Nega. She told them everything had been taken care of, hoping they wouldn't notice her wet state. Her shorts were black so the wetness was hard to see, and her skirt was too wide for it to get wet, but she feared they might notice a smell.
Once Blaze was able to shake them, she said she needed to go for a refreshing swim, and ran out to the water of the beach.
So, she had avoided total humiliation. Only Nega knew she had wet herself, and she hoped he wouldn't mention it. If he did, she'd tell them he was lying. |
So early in the morning that the sun hadn't risen yet, a young girl in a hat and school uniform was sitting alone in a diner in the New Meridian downtown, sipping a root beer float. Her name was Filia, but that was the only thing about herself she could tell you. She had suffered amnesia and lost a large part of herself, on a quest to recover that missing chunk, on the trail of a mystical artifact.
Even if she couldn't say anything about herself, there was still a man at the bar that wanted to get to know her. "Well well well, what have we here? What say I buy you a real drink, sister?" Filia was planning to ignore the "flirting", just a failure of a pervert trying to hit on an underage girl, until he made a physical move, reaching under the seat and grabbing her upper leg, dangerously close to groping her ass. And none of the other patrons, if they even noticed, were speaking up. What she had heard before was true, this was a seedy part of town.
"We've already got a drink, thanks," came a deep, gravely voice from the person in the seat.
"Uh, that's quite the deep voice you've got there, little lady. But it's cool." That probably would have scared off any normal creeper, but this guy wasn't backing off. Maybe he had a weird fetish for this, maybe he had very low standards, or maybe he had been entranced by Filia's visible and large thighs and wasn't letting go.
The schoolgirl had yet to say anything, being in shock from the sudden sexual harassment, but the deep voice returned. "That's it! You had a chance to walk away!" Filia's hat flew off and her long black hair flowed down her back, until one tendril of it reeled back for a punch. It decided that wasn't enough, and a half-dozen more tentacles lunged at the man. Each one missed him, but they carried enough force to push him back and cause damage to the floor beneath. He saw a pair of yellow eyes and sharp teeth threatening him, but honestly, he'd say it was still worth it for the view of what Filia's short skirt was hiding this low angle provided.
The creep had no intention of dying, and he bolted out of the cafe. Filia looked over the chaos, knowing that now all eyes were on her, and suddenly she didn't feel thirsty anymore. "Sorry about the mess," she sheepishly apologized, putting a few extra dollars on the counter and leaving, without taking her hat back. "Samson, you've got to stop doing that. You're drawing too much attention to us!"
Her "hair" was actually a parasite named Samson that had latched onto her some time back. That was the earliest memory she had, he may have caused the amnesia, but she couldn't get him off so it wouldn't do any good resisting. Samson had the tendency to get her into trouble, acting out on his own in his own way of protecting his host, and Filia never enjoyed seeing the violence towards bystanders. "It didn't look like you were enjoying that beverage anyway, what does it matter if you had to leave?"
"I would have liked to use their bathroom first, in fact! That root beer's going to go south eventually, and I could already use that kind of break." She scraped one of her shoes on the concrete in mild discomfort.
"Then why didn't you go before sitting down?"
"You can't go into a restaurant and use their bathroom before buying something! And in a place like this, I wasn't going to leave what I ordered sitting there for a minute while I ran off. You never know what people like that guy will slip in."
"Hmph. With how often you complain about 'I need to use the bathroom', 'I'm going to burst', 'I really can't hold another drop', it's a wonder you still choose to wear white panties."
"Hey, it's not like I actually have accidents...that often," she added, very quietly and aside. "Fine then, I can hold it. We need leads on the Skull Heart, I've got to wish my memories back."
Samson had a few more points to crack about Filia's bladder, but if she went back to the real mission, then whatever. "It's definitely in New Meridian...I can feel it. With all these Skullgirl rumors floating around, I bet we can find a lead just by looking for trouble."
Filia would have protested the method, with a stance against unnecessary violence and a worry about straining herself in a fight when she couldn't afford a misstep, but she couldn't think of an alternative plan. If she just went along with it, Samson would cooperate and get her through it quickly. Once things were done, he wouldn't care if she took a minute or two for herself. "Fine, we'll do it your way."
Despite what one might suspect of a schoolgirl wandering around a big city alone at night, Filia had no complications in her search, the one time she wanted a little chaos. Very few people to bother her, only a few passing cars creating noise, she'd be alone if not for Samson, something to talk to. "I thought cities were always busy, where do you think everyone is?"
"Don't involve me in your inane chatter. You're just trying to use me as a distraction so you don't have to think about your own little problem." The host looked down and whined in her throat, and her parasite sighed, though it sounded more like a growl. "Fine, if you're going to be such a baby about it, go in one of those alleys."
Filia looked over the gap between skyscrapers she was being pointed to. She could see why this was an option, it was dark, out of the way, and it had trash cans for some kind of cover. It was just...too out in the open for her liking. It wouldn't be impossible that someone would spot her, and she couldn't think of anything more mortifying than that. "I'll...just wait, actually." Despite Samson's claims that she always needed to pee, claims that weren't entirely untrue, Filia actually had quite the impressive capacity, she could probably wait a while longer.
A car skidded over, sliding to a park on the curb right next to Filia with an ear-piercing screech that made her jump back in shock. And, in that surprise, leak just a tiny bit into her underwear. "Eep!" She lifted one of her legs up like a flamingo to press it against the other as she bounced on the foot still standing, just to ensure that little bit was all that escaped her, a difficult request she was lucky her body obeyed.
So preoccupied with the small matter that she had nearly wet herself, she almost missed the car's riders opening the front doors and exiting onto the sidewalk. Both the driver and passenger were the same, soldiers in black with helmets, goggles, and gas masks that completely obscured their faces, and one of them opened a rear door and held his arm inside, assisting the backseat passenger out. Being escorted around, this girl was the interesting sight. She was tall, slender, long ruby hair, a tight black dress, and a closed umbrella.
Filia was fascinated by what kind of woman needed to travel with armed guards, but Samson jumped on edge, his limbs freezing like a cat's fur jutting out to appear larger when scared. "Careful, Filia! I can sense an aura from her, she's definitely got some connection to the Skull Heart."
This mystery girl heard Samson's warning, and suddenly all her attention was on Filia. "What do you want with the Skull Heart, girl?" She gripped the handle of her umbrella tight, but still holding it casually.
Filia had a hard time responding, with that one amber eye glaring down at her, until Samson spanked her to prod her on. He was a bit too rough, making her jump and dribble, just barely not running down her legs yet. "I need to find the Skull Heart to restore my memories, and if you're going to try and stop me, then you leave me no choice but to fight!" She got into a stiff fighting stance, with Samson moving himself more fluidly, he would be the primary combatant.
The woman waved her hand and dismissed her body guards, holding the umbrella before her like a blade, and pulling a pistol from down the top of her dress, no easy feat with a dress that exposed no cleavage. "My name is Parasoul, and I will not allow another to fall victim to the Skull Heart's evil. En garde!"
For an ancient artifact that can grant a woman's wish, Filia didn't expect her first opposition to be out of protection rather than competition. If this Parasoul wasn't selfish, maybe Filia could at least ask for a little time before they fought, she wasn't so sure how well she could hold herself in a fast-paced, acrobatic fight. "You better not be thinking about running away," Samson reprimanded.
"I really don't think I can manage like this," Filia whispered back.
"You leave the fighting to me, same as always. Just don't go looking pitiful, crossing your legs or grabbing yourself and making me embarrassed to have you as my host." Samson snapped himself overhead like giant scissor blades with a sharp crunch of collision, and Parasoul readied her weapon like a rapier. Filia, meanwhile, was afraid this battle would leave her lower half soaking wet, it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge when she already needed to go like this. She just had to trust that Samson would handle most of the actions and leave her doing nothing more than movement.
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Parasoul was down for the count, being propped up by one of her soldiers cursing out the girl that dared attack their liege. She was carried away into the car she arrived in to give her a moment to regain her composure, and they drove away. Out of sight, Filia wasted no time gripping the hem of the front of her skirt, shivering in desperation, fighting to not cry. She hadn't wet herself, but with the pressure in her abdomen skyrocketing and the constant control losses, she could swear she was halfway there, tiny tastes of relief only making the rest way more painful. "Why does this have to be so hard?"
"I told you not to bitch about yourself," Samson scolded. "I did all the work!" True, he was the one landing all the blows, grabbing, stabbing, biting, and spinning hairballs. But that still left Filia moving, jumping, airdashing, a lot of very stressful movements. "You ready to piss in the alley now?"
"It's...too bright now..." They had taken so long that morning had risen, the streets were becoming more populated, there were just too many people passing by. They weren't paying attention to her desperation, not even the visible hair demon turned any heads, but if she were to remove her underwear, that would change, no doubt. "There has to be somewhere else!"
Grumbling at his host's stubborn bashfulness, the hair parasite still looked for something to meet the high standards Filia was sticking to. With eyes looking in both directions, it only took a fraction of the time, and Samson had the honor of being the one to find it. "Fine then, go to the park I'm facing now. If you can't find anything there, I can't help you."
Filia swiveled to look, she could see it, but it was a few blocks away. "You're asking a little much of me!" She would have preferred some kind of business with a public restroom, though neither had considered they might not be open yet. She even tossed around the idea of running up to an apartment building or something and asking, but she couldn't bring herself to go through with it. With no other option, she braced herself and ran for the trees.
The meadows looked very nice, all the flora painted in autumn reds, the schoolgirl was just entirely preoccupied finding a nice, private spot to dye her own shade of gold. And worried she might not make it long enough to do even that, the spurts leaking into her panties were growing more frequent, and even the tight grip between her legs wasn't slowing their pace. She just wasn't strong enough to make a difference...but she had someone to make up for it. "Samson, I need you to grab my crotch!"
"What the hell kind of request is that to just throw out?!"
"Please!" Facing opposite directions, neither could see the face of the other without the use of mirrors, but Samson could just picture Filia's pleading face. Not daring to give a real response, the parasite just extended two tendrils and pressed them forcefully on her underwear, sighing as he felt the wetness. That kind of muscle hurt, forcing a squeal of torment out of Filia. "You're tough, you can handle the pain. You're tough, you can handle the pain," she repeated, gritting her teeth to push through it.
"Woah, what kind of exhibitionist foreplay did I stumble into?" Filia hadn't noticed anyone else in the park up to now, she would have let go of herself to look casual, if only she was in charge of that now. All she could do was find the witness to her shame, and she did find someone leaning against a tree trunk. And she couldn't have made this one up if she tried. A tanned girl, barely clothed, various pieces of her body stitched on, and her head in her hands instead of on her neck, a head with cat ears.
The beyond desperate girl almost let this sin of nature slide to instead run away, when Samson extended two more spears to anchor her to the spot. "Really? You're going to try and avoid this one? You really think a freak like this has nothing to do with the Skull Heart?"
"That's really not my concern right this minute," Filia shouted back, completely out of patience.
"Yeah, you should listen to the parasite in your hair," the mystery girl intruded. "The...hairasite!" She stopped to laugh at her own terrible joke, leaving a great opening to run if one wasn't stuck in place. "Anyway, my name's Ms. Fortune, it's nice to meet you! And it sounds like we're looking for the same thing!" Fortune stood up, spinning her head on her finger like a basketball. A keen eye could point out, in the fraction of a second the face was visible, it looked like she was about to be sick. "Do you want to team up, or is this one of those situations where we have to fight?"
The girls stared each other down, though the cat was more eager for a battle. "Samson, you free me this instant. I am running behind those bushes and taking a massive pee, and I need you not to stop me," Filia whispered.
"I am not letting you run away from a fight," Samson grunted back. "You hold it like a big girl, or you piss yourself!"
"I'm going to burst, I really can't hold another drop! Fine, if you don't let me go, I am going to use you to dry my clothes. Got it?" The black monster growled, so loud and deep Filia was scared she'd be eaten, when the tethers between her and the pavement retracted. She wasted no time dashing behind some shrubbery near Ms. Fortune, waving to her as she passed. "Sorry, I'll be back in a couple minutes!"
With a little cover, Filia got straight to work undressing, her hands still free to deal with her skirt. Problem was, it had been a little while since she'd bought new clothes, and her skirt was maybe a size too small. Removing it was a hassle, she bent over to both ease it off and keep her bladder in check, wiggling her hips and ass while pulling as hard as she could manage. Right before she asked Samson to just rip it off, it finally gave and slid down her legs.
Thankfully, her stained panties didn't have the same problem, but she had to be fast about removing them. "Okay Samson, on the count of three...you remove your tentacles, I'll pull my underwear down. One, two, three!" The tendrils yanked away and down came the panties to the top of her tall socks. And in the blink of an eye, she was squatting, her parasite wrapping himself around the tree, resigning himself to the role of her ballast so his host wouldn't fall forward.
Before she even fully lowered her lower body, her bladder gave up its hold, and Filia was peeing into the grass. Or "gushing" might be the more accurate word, her torrent was thick, powerful, and flowing into a foamy golden river. She was not exaggerating about how close she was to losing it up to now, and from what she knew of her capacity limit, she'd be going like this for quite a while.
The girl was out of breath from the way she pushed herself, gasping to recapture oxygen in her lungs. It was a little painful to push out this kind of volume, but the way she could practically feel her bladder drain was too much for words. She couldn't sigh in relief, given her lack of consistent air, but she tried, and it came out more like choking, or maybe moaning in pain. "How...how could I have managed this much?"
"Whoops!" Someone yelling pulled her from her trance and got her attention, and it didn't take long for her to spot Ms. Fortune's head bounce to a halt in front of her, spinning until her face was looking right at her. "Sorry, my hand slipped. No worries, you can just bring my head back when you're finished. No rush, no rush." She just continued to stare right at Filia's privates with a blank smile, humming very quietly.
Being looked at in her most intimate actions by another pervert, Filia would have stopped and run away, if she even could. Instead, her waterfall continued to rage on like a force of nature, and the only thing she could do was block the view of her genitals with her hands held in front of them. But that didn't seem to deter the decapitated cat, she didn't even look slightly disappointed at her peep show being denied. Ashamed, she had to rely on Samson to fight another battle for her. "Alright, you pussy! You creep on my host like that any longer, and you're not getting your head back!" Too bad he had no limbs left to carry out the threat, Fortune wasn't scared.
With no choice but to continue her leaking, Filia just accepted that this was happening and waited for her insane quantity to run out. Even Fortune found herself impressed. "Damn! How much can you drink, girl?! I wish my bladder was that good when I was alive!" It always felt like an eternity already, but being watched made it feel like it took double, triple the time. And when it was over a minute, minute and a half, from start to finish, that made for some incredible waiting.
Still, she couldn't keep it up forever, and she eventually had no more pee to give. Not that it was new, but it never ceased to amaze how big of a puddle she could make. Fortune's head landed a distance from her, and the edge of the puddle still almost reached. Filia wanted to get this over with as fast as possible, she didn't bother to wipe with a leaf or anything, she just pulled her panties back up. Not like they could get more wet, they were basically entirely soaked and yellowed. "Oof, that has to suck. I think you might have to throw those panties away, they're ruined," Fortune offered.
"Alright, that's it," Samson barked, uncoiling himself from the trunk. "Filia, you get me closer to her! I am going to beat the everloving crap out of this kitty!" His host couldn't even argue with that sentiment, she just struggled to get her skirt back on, the second round of wiggling providing some nice upper body bouncing for Fortune to enjoy. Once she was fully dressed, Filia marched to the head, and Samson mimed cracking knuckles. "Here comes the pitch," he shouted, grabbing Fortune's skull and launching it towards the body, crashing into her stomach. "No one acts like a degenerate to my host!"
"Come on, you're taking this too seriously," Fortune defended. "We're both girls, it's not like I saw anything I don't have too."
Filia nodded. "Okay, I don't have a problem fighting you."
"That's more like it," her parasite congratulated. "Better brace yourself, bitch, because I'm going to rip you apart!" Samson readied himself for another fight, Ms. Fortune extended her claws, and they charged at each other to battle. |
Kelly was a bright college student. She was near the end of the semester, and everyone in her dorm was partying and drinking like there was no tomorrow. (remember…they were drinking a LOT). She had to ace her paper, but it was almost midnight and what was she to do? She picked up her laptop, all her notes, and went to the private one-person bathroom down the hall. It had a shower, sink, and toilet. The door was very thick so not much nosie broke through. She went in, locked it up, and got to work. She fell asleep by accident around 2am. Most of the other girls in the dorm had went to bed after partying. As morning approached, Kelly woke up realizing she slept all night. She HAD to make deadline. She would not leave the bathroom until she had done so. There were other restrooms anyways….That was true, but there was so much partying going on last night that people threw stuff in the bathrooms and shattered lights and the glass of the toilet’s structure. So the other two restrooms had been closed. It was okay though, most of the girls in the dorm besides a few had gotten up before the dean came and lectured them and locked the bathrooms until someone could fix it. So all those girls went to the toilet already…a few others…not so much.
Kristen came out of her room. She had felt a powerful pressure in her lower belly since she sat up in bed. She put on her pink bath robe that cut off at about a little above her ankles. She had black flip flops and her dark-blonde hair was short. Just as she was. As she got closer to the bathroom her face scrunched and her need to release grew. She got there just as another girl, Alli, got up and followed behind. Alli was just as beautiful but a little taller, and blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She wore a blue bath robe and was barefoot. Her tummy too ached for release of her pee as Kristen’s did.
Kristen grabbed the door knob of the one-person restroom and pulled. Locked. She knocked. “Hello?”
Kelly answered from inside, “Be out soon.” She had a lot of work on her paper to do though.
Kristen thought whatever. So did Alli. They both stood there, hopping a moment here and there. As time went on, more of their drinks caught up with them.
“Seriously?” said Lily, a blonde girl in nothing but a white t-shirt and tight white underwear that showed all her legs. She was hot, but a little chunkier than the other two girls. “All the other bathrooms are freaking closed?!?”
“Yeah,” Kristen said in discomfort. “Shouldn’t have partied so hard. My head and bladder are both bursting.”
“Can you see if she’s done?” Alli asked. She had her hands on her hips and bounced. “It’s been almost ten minutes.” Hearing that felt like a punch in the gut to Lily.
She clapped her hands on her face and got behind Alli; desperate. All three girls had bladders filled to the top, weighing on their lower muscles causing discomfort, and making them want to just give up and let go. They couldn’t; imagine the humiliation. “Give me time!” Kelly screamed after Kristen knocked again.
Ten more minutes went by. Another girl, Polly, shot up out of bed and to the restroom. She was in nothing but a black bra and black panties. Her tall body, long legs and tan skin made her look hot in her underwear, but her bladder shook like an earthquake. Her legs squirmed around each other as her hands pressed against her crotch.
The four girls were desperate. Kristen had her arms wrapped around herself tight, and her foot tapped on the floor slow and hard. She pursed her lips out and bounced. Alli had her hands on her hips and kept rubbing her legs together and moving her body down, then up, slowly. Lily had her arms on the sides of her body and made fists and closed her eyes trying to ignore the growing pain. She crossed her legs and prayed. Polly was the worst. She had a small bladder and was bent over at almost 90 degrees and cried tears.
“Wwwhy did I drink so freaking much?” Polly said in a quite ruffled voice. Her stomach had stretch marks as it started to expand out. “Eeeeeee!”
Kristen turned to them and saw they were as nervous as she was. “About to be a flood on this floor, seriously.”
Alli said, “What the hell is taking so long?”
Kristen said, “There’s like little sounds from the other side of the door. Either she’s typing a paper or letting out specks of poo, and we know it’s not typing.” They laughed at how ridiculous it’d be to type in a bathroom. “I seriously gotta pee so bad though.”
“Me too,” Alli said. She dug her hands under her robe and into her crotch. She could feel pee starting to come out. “Oh no…” she said quiet as a mouse.
Meanwhile, a slightly taller and bigger girl on the hips and arms woke up. She grabbed her crotch after she felt a sting of desperation and what felt like an earthquake in her bladder. Nellie was in some tight white t-shirt and sweatpants. She ran and almost screamed at the sight of the line.
Kristen continued to bang on the door. She could feel her muscles starting to give out. “Ccome onn!”
“Oh…no,” Alli said. Kristen turned and looked at her. She froze and her eyes widened at the sight of horror: Alli started to pee herself. She felt her panties get completely damp as all hell. Her muscles gave out. It flowed down her legs fast and made a puddle on the floor. “Oh my god I can’t believe this is happening to me!” She cried. The puddle leaked and hit Lily’s feet. Lily’s eyes opened and she felt her bladder bursting and bursting from the scene of Alli’s accident and POP! Lily cried as she peed herself right there as well. Other girls passed in the hallway and covered their mouths and laughed. Alli and Lily ran away, tripping on their pee puddles before doing so.
Seeing two accidents made Kristen’s growing urge more intense. She squeezed her legs tighter tight under her robe and hopped very fast. Polly had one hand to her crotch and another on her stomach as her legs crossed and she bent over. She moaned, “MMMMMMM!” Nellie felt like she was going to wet herself too so fast.
“Oh, oh, eeee!” Nelli shrieked. Her legs crossed as she held herself on the crotch. She balances on one foot as one leg hung over the other.
Two other girls in the dorm walked by and looked at the three remaining desperate girls. One of them smiled and said, “Well, well, well…who’s going to have the next accident? Let’s film it on social media live.” She and her friend took out their cameras and filmed. It was humiliating enough being shown holding yourself, but to wet yourself?!? All three girls were angry, but their desperation increased to a near breaking point. They were minutes from blowing up their bladders. Kristen held onto her crotch. All the girls were sweating. “Come on girls,” said the girl who was filming. “Water, water, water. Pee pee, pee pee, pee pee.” The watery sound gestures made the three girls in the queue bounce around as they held themselves left and right.
Kristen banged on the door. “Enough already! Things are getting urgent out there and are going to get messy!”
Polly moaned, “Ggotta hhhold on. Come on Polly girl just hold it in, hold it-AHH---no you got it. Hold it….”
Nellie was up straight with her legs crossed, one tipped on the toes. Her hands clamped her hips and she waved back and forth.
TO...BE...CONTINUED.....??????? |
NOTE: for more of my stories about queues for the toilet, check my profile. There's "Amazing Desperation story line at a party" in which women are in sexy Halloween outfits. Another is "The Line at the Wet Wedding (updated version)" make sure you read updated one...................NOW, enjoy the final chapter of this one:
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Kristen and Polly both stood up, crunched over with their legs crossed. Their hands dug deep into their private trying to plug up themselves to avoid a leak. They bounced hard up and down to get rid of the pressure but there was just too much inside of them. Kristen herself was breathing in and out very heavy while Polly inhaled and blew her facial cheeks up. Inside, their bladder had physical crack marks in them getting ready to burst. Things were SERIOUS!
“Come on Kristen you can hold it,” she said to herself. “You can make it, you can hold it.”
Polly could not speak. She knew she did not have much time left. She only moaned in a high pitch sound of misery.
There were sounds of pee in the bathroom hitting the toilet water. Then, a FLUSH! Kristen and Polly were shaking so hard due to the sound of someone else going and the water flushing sound. Kristen’s vision became blurry from tears and nerves. She felt weak. Her skinny body could not contain the ocean flowing as waves of desperation inside of her.
Polly’s gut had expanded like a small pregnant belly over her black panties. It was heavy and making her upper body sink low. She didn’t know if she could wait for Kristen and get in in time. What if she shoved Kristen out of the way or made her wet first? Then, she could make it!
Kristen was literally a doorway away from relief this whole hour of desperation. This thought only made it WORSE for the poor girl. Her eyes watered due to the feeling of overfilling with pee inside. SHE NEEDED TO GO NOW!!!! Her cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her robe’s pocket?
“Hhello?” Kristen said.
“Hey, Kristen, it’s Tim.” Tim was a classmate and very attractive basketball player. Him and Kristen had been flirting for the past month. Eveyrone knew they liked each other.
Kristen became nervous. “Oh, hhey Tim.”
“Are you okay? You’re mumbling.”
“I’m fine,” she tried to hold herself together like a grown woman. “What’s up?”
“I was thinking we could grab breakfast. I’m walking over to your dorm now so I’ll pick you up in five minute ok?” He hung up.
Kristen’s heart sank. “Oh…no….” Her anxiety made her tremble. She could NOT wet herself in front of him. Anyone else. Anyone! She looked behind her and saw Polly was gone.
The door opened, and Kelly left apologizing and just as Kristen ran in, Polly leaped out from behind her partly closed room door and stepped on Kristen’s robe. Kristen flung backwards and landed on her butt. Polly ran in and shut the door. Locked. Kristen could not believe what just happened.
Kristen’s bladder spiked. She stood up fast and held herself. She heard Tim coming down the hallway. Oh no! She can’t even wait!
Kristen ran and as she did with her legs scrunched together and the sounds of water splashing inside of her bladder with a few drops already in her panties, she grew sweaty and nervous of what might happen. One bathroom was still out of order, and as she ran in pain downstairs to the other someone stopped her.
“Kristen!” the dean said as she stood tall. “Where were you for the dorm’s lecture this morning.”
Kristen tried to compose herself and look normal but her bladder gave off pulses after the other and made her gut expand and cause agony. She held her hips, crossed her legs under her robe, and shook up and down.
“Mama I-“
“Enough!” yelled the dean. “As you know, the partying last night caused much damage to the dorm. Glass and toilet water everywhere.” The word ‘water’ stuck out. Floors flooded, alcoholic liquids everywhere…” Kristen bounced faster and bit her bottom lip. I’m not gonna make it! I’m not gonna make it! She thought.
“Hey, Kristen!” said Tim who walked down from the other side of the hall. She saw Polly walk past in the distance looking dry and relieved. Polly made it just in time and did not wet herself. Kristen felt she was being treated so unfairly by faint. Her movements had gotten so frantic and fast that people around were staring. Some giggling.
Seeing the bathroom now down the hall made her bladder send out a jolt of desperation. It was NOW or NEVER. She ran to the bathroom. A janitor stopped her for a moment as she walked by with his cleaning cart. She continued to dart forward. Some guys walked by slowly in her path making her slow down and bounce as she had to move faster…or else! I’m not gonna make it! RED ALERT! Her bladder yelled. The pain was unexplainable. She felt literally like she would explode. Just as she was about to grab the knob and go in, her arm was pushed aside by the Dean.
“We are not done talking missy!” she said to Kristen. The Dean blocked the door. Kristen hopped around as she tried to go around. She cried. “Stop that now!” The Dean grabbed her by the shoulders and made her stop moving. The pause sent a signal as the push from the Dean made her legs spread. “What the…OH MY GOD!”
Kristen screamed and covered her mouth as she turned red, “NOOOOOOOOOO!” BA-BOOM! It hurt like hell. Everyone stared as Kristen peed herself in public. Her pink robe darkened and her panties sparked a hole in the crotch from the mass flooding her bladder pumped out of her. It was coming out so fast it made noise. Kristen cried so hard unable to control her emotions as she grew humiliated knowing if she moved faster she could have made it. She COULD have made it!
Pee rushed down her legs in streams and showered as yellow onto the floor and made a puddle the Dean ran from. Tim looked like he was going to puke. The pee flowed out of Kristen like a river. Her belly deflated, but her bladder exploded and bursted to the point it was almost forever flat. Then, it started to lessen into drops. But the damage was done, and the floor flooded.
“BBbbut,” Kristen said through huge tears. “But, but, I was going to make it. It’s not fair!” She ran back to her room and shut the door. Crying into her pillow.
THE END. |
I always get nervous when posting fics here, but I had someone make a request on another story I've posted. I wrote this quite a while ago, and I know the ending feels kind of rushed but meh.
also sorry for any formatting issues, an posting this from mobile.
anyway, enjoy!!
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Levi shot toward the nape of a ten meter aberrant, which was turned toward Hanji. Hanji hung from a branch above them, dangling a few feet from the titan's face.
“Yoohoo!” The titan grabbed at her, and she took off, shooting through the trees. “YAHOO!” She shouted. “THIS WAY, BABY FACE!” The titan grabbed at her, then turned suddenly when Levi hooked onto its nape. Levi pulled back, circling around to get to its nape again. But this titan was too fast, and behaving erratically. Levi had hoped that he could distract it long enough for Hanji to get it, since the titan was focused on him, but the titan had other ideas. It whirled around suddenly, smacking Hanji right out of the air while trying to grab her. She slammed into Levi, who smacked his head against her shoulder hard enough to disorient him for a few seconds. Levi reached out as the two of them rammed into a tree trunk, and heard a sickening crack from his left arm. Pain shot through the limb, and he dropped one of his blades.
When the two of them finally stopped they were tangled together and swaying back and forth slightly, suspended from a tree branch above them. Hanji's arms were pinned behind her back, and her legs were caught on a wire, putting her into almost a sitting position. Her left leg was twisted awkwardly to one side. Levi was completely stuck as well. He was facing Hanji, his left leg pinned to her right hip and his right leg stretched backward, caught at the ankle. His right arm was pinned at his side, and his left one was stretched upward, tangled at the wrist and elbow.
“Shit...” Levi glanced down at the titan standing below them. It reached toward them, but they were several meters out of reach. The titan reached further, making a frustrated sound when it couldn't grab them.
Hanji wiggled around suddenly, trying to get herself free. She gasped in pain when her leg was stretched further into a weird direction and went still, breathing heavily.
“Hoooomygawd...” Hanji hung there in shock. Levi watched the titan, who sat down below them, staring upward. Levi wiggled his right arm, trying to free it so he could try to get them out of this mess, but it was pinned securely, and Hanji seemed to be completely stuck as well. He gave up and sagged against her.
“Any ideas four-eyes?” He asked.
“I got nothing.” Hanji said.
“Great...” Levi muttered, irritation creeping into his voice. Though, the more he thought about it, it could have been much worse. At least they were hanging securely, and out of the titan's reach for now. Plus, Levi's broken arm was at least secure and held in place, and the pain was lessening from keeping the limb still. As long as a taller titan didn't find them, they'd be fine. But his attention was pulled toward a large pressure in his lower abdomen, and he remembered that he'd been needing to pee since not long after starting the mission. How long has that been? He thought. Two hours? Three? It was hard to keep track. Ordinarily he'd just find a safe tree branch and piss off of it when he needed to go during missions, but this mission he hadn't had the time to, and the heat of the battle had distracted him from his bladder. Hanji finding that stupid aberrant had been what had really distracted him, and what had caused them to become separated from the group.
“Think he'll figure out how to jump?” Hanji asked, watching the titan below them.
“I hope not.” Levi said. Hanji shifted suddenly, trying to pull her left leg out of the unnatural bend it was in. It pulled at other wires, causing Levi's right leg to be pulled back further. “Ouch.” He cursed under his breath and pulled his leg downward, successfully freeing it from the wires it had been caught on. His leg swung forward, and he kicked Hanji accidentally.
“Ow!” The two of them sank down several centimeters, and Hanji looked at him fearfully. “Don't move.” She said. Levi went still.
“Think anyone will find us?” Levi asked.
“I hope so.” She said. Levi sighed, ignored the nagging pressure in his bladder, and watched the surrounding forest for signs of other titans or members of the Scout Regiment.
About an hour passed, and Levi's bladder became impossible to ignore. The organ was full to the brim and throbbing now, begging for release. But Levi refused to answer the call of nature, resigning himself to wait until he was free from the tangle of wires. He was not going to go in his pants, especially while in such a close, half-straddling-Hanji position.
But he really needed to go, so he decided he'd try to get them free. His left arm was pretty useless, so he wiggled his right one, trying to free it from it's position at his side.
“Ouch!” Hanji winced. “Levi you're pulling on my knee...” Levi sighed and stopped trying to free his arm. His bladder throbbed, and he fidgeted, wiggling his hips slightly. Hanji looked at him, eyebrows raised, “You gonna give me a lap dance?” Levi glared at her.
“No.” He said, forcing himself to remain still when his bladder throbbed again. “I need to take a piss.” Hanji laughed.
“Now?”
“Yes...”
“I would pay my hard earned military salary to see you pee on that titan.” Hanji giggled.
“I'm not gonna pee on that titan, idiot.”
“Aww come on!” Hanji pouted. Levi looked down at the titan, thinking. He really was getting desperate; it wouldn't be very long before he completely reached his limit. But he still didn't want to pee in his pants. That was gross, and messy. And embarrassing aside from that.
“Well, I'm not going in my pants...” Levi wiggled his good arm again. “If I could get my pants undone then maybe...”
“Alright.” Hanji braced herself as Levi tugged his arm upward, trying to free it so he could get his belt undone and feel the much needed relief emptying his bladder would bring. But the wires were just too tight. All his wiggling had caused his sleeve to slide up, and now when he moved the wire bit into his skin.
“Ouch, fuck!” The wire dug in, cutting him.
“Levi, don't!” Hanji looked at the cut on his arm, which was seeping blood. “The last thing you need is lock jaw from getting metal in your blood...” Levi stopped moving, watching the blood drip from his fingers. The titan looked up suddenly, alert. It sniffed the air, opening it's mouth wide as a few drops of Levi's blood fell on its face. It growled suddenly and grabbed at Levi's foot. Levi brought his leg up, resting it on Hanji's left thigh. The titan reached up again, then seemed to grow frustrated. It shook the tree they were suspended from, causing the two of them to swing wildly. Hanji knocked her forehead into Levi's, and he tucked his head down to avoid further injury. One wire came loose from Levi's left arm, and they sank down a couple more centimeters, tipping to one side. The titan stopped suddenly, then rammed it's full weight into the tree. Hanji gasped as the wires cut into her shoulder, and Levi felt the wires tighten around his right arm, cutting him even more. The titan stopped again and stood below them, mouth open wide.
Hanji looked down fearfully, then up at the wires holding them in place. They swayed back and forth just slightly, but the wires didn't seem to want to budge. She sighed and rested her head against Levi's shoulder.
The two of them hung there in silence for another hour. Levi's cuts had scabbed over and stopped bleeding, and the titan had calmed down. It stood silently below them, seeming to think they'd fall on their own at some point. Hanji was still leaning against him, resting her forehead against his shoulder. She seemed like she could be asleep, but Levi doubted she was. He was fidgeting so frequently now he couldn't imagine she could possibly sleep with him accidentally jostling her hurt knee so often.
“Dammit...” Levi muttered. “Someone better find us soon...”
“I have lost all feeling in my arms.” Hanji said, straightening up. Levi tensed and fidgeted, his bladder throbbing and demanding to be emptied. It was more than full now, stretched painfully and pushing into his belt. He was absolutely desperate and needed to go. Even he had his limits. And his limits were pushed even more when Hanji shifted, finally getting her left leg free. They sank down a few more centimeters, and Levi's right leg slipped as Hanji's knee dug into his bladder.
“Ooh...” Levi tried to wiggle away from her, her knee digging into his throbbing bladder. He tensed and clenched his sphincter muscles. “Four-eyes...” Levi groaned, shuddering.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” Hanji tried to lower her leg, pushing into Levi's bladder harder in the process.
“Nnnngh!” Levi shuddered and clenched his muscles, the huge amount of liquid pushing against his sphincter muscles, trying to get free. Hanji kept pulling, and Levi shuddered and hunched over. “Just stop moving, four-eyes...” He moaned.
“Sorry...” She gave up. Levi breathed deeply and dropped his head back, trying to ride out a huge wave of desperation. He was sweaty and pale, in immense pain from his bladder and the jostling of his broken arm. Hanji laid her forehead against his, trying to comfort him.
“Ugh...I am not going to piss myself...” Levi muttered, more to himself than Hanji.
“Levi, it's alright...” Hanji said. She didn't care if he peed on her. He was obviously desperate for relief and there was no rescue in sight.
“No.” Levi said. He braced himself and wiggled his broken arm, trying to free it. He could still move his hand, so if he got his arm free he could get his pants undone and...
He tensed at a throb from his bladder, gasping and going even paler when his arm dipped.
“What's wrong?” Hanji asked anxiously. Levi ignored her, gritting his teeth and pulling his broken arm free of a couple wires. His arm dropped, then got caught at the elbow.
“Augh!” The first half of his forearm was perpendicular to the ground, and the other half hung downward at the break. Hanji looked up, horrified. She hadn't realized his arm was broken. “Aaagh...” Levi hunched over, leaning his head against her shoulder.
“It's okay, it's okay.” Hanji said, resting her cheek against his head. Levi forced himself to breathe evenly, fidgeting and shifting his right leg. The pain in his arm tapered off a bit, but his bladder was still full to bursting. He felt like if he didn't go soon, his bladder would literally explode. But still, he was not going to wet himself. He fidgeted and squirmed, continuing to fight his bladder.
Suddenly he heard the whirring sound of ODM gear and looked toward the noise, tensing and shuddering as his bladder throbbed. A single drop of pee forced its way out, and he clenched his muscles tighter. Hanji looked up too, and they spotted Mike flying toward them. The titan turned suddenly and rushed at Mike, grabbing at him.
“Mike watch your left!!!” Hanji shouted, panicked. Mike dodged and swung around the titan, but it followed him quickly.
“HEY! UGLY!” Levi shouted. The titan looked at him, and Mike swung around it quickly, cutting it's nape.
“Woo! NICE SHOT, MIKE!” Hanji shouted. The titan collapsed, and Mike landed lightly on a branch above them. “Could you give us a hand?”
“What did you two even do?” Mike started working on the wires, untangling them and causing Levi and Hanji to be lowered about a meter.
“Long story...” Hanji gasped as the wire loosened from her shoulder. Fresh blood oozed out. Mike continued to work on the wires, getting Hanji loose first. Levi groaned and squirmed as he worked, beyond desperate and minutes from losing control. His bladder throbbed angrily, and a long dribble seeped into his underwear. He tensed and clenched his muscles, shifting his right leg and squeezing his thighs together. He stopped the leak, but he knew he was nearing the end of his battle.
Mike continued untangling the wires carefully, then sniffed, catching an odd smell. Pee? He looked down at Levi, who looked incredibly tense and was squirming, obviously needing to relieve himself. Is he...wetting himself? Mike sniffed again, but the smell hadn't gotten any stronger. He got Hanji untangled when the two of them were not far from the ground, and she fell flat on her back, gasping in pain. He got Levi untangled next, who landed on his feet.
Levi sprang up and dropped his gear, rushing toward a nearby tree. He struggled with his belt on the way, trying to undo it with one hand. He got it undone, then froze suddenly as his bladder throbbed. It contracted, and he dribbled into his underwear again. Shit, come on... He didn't care about getting to the tree anymore. His back was turned to Hanji and Mike and that was all the privacy he needed. He got the button undone, unzipped his pants, and struggled for a few seconds to pull himself out with one hand. He finally relaxed his sphincter muscles, aiming so he wouldn't pee all over his boots, and sighed loudly in relief.
Levi waited while his bladder emptied, feeling slightly light-headed from the relief, and listened to Mike and Hanji talking behind him. Mike said something about a torn tendon in Hanji's knee, then they went quiet, waiting for Levi.
“Levi, turn the tap off!” Hanji shouted suddenly. “We need to get out of here!”
“Yeah, yeah...” Levi pushed his urine out faster, trying to hurry up and finish. The hiss of his urine grew louder for several seconds, then quieted as his stream tapered off to smaller dribbles. He shook himself off, quickly tucked himself away, then zipped his pants and turned. He walked back to them, buttoning his pants and buckling his belt with one hand. Mike helped Hanji to her feet, then strapped Levi's gear back onto him.
“Can you move your hand?” He asked, pointing to Levi's broken arm. Levi nodded. “Good.” He helped Levi out of his cloak and jacket, picked up a couple of sturdy sticks from the ground, and quickly made a splint for his arm out of Levi's jacket. Mike made a sling out of Levi's cloak, then shoved Levi's blades at him. “Let's go. We aren't far from...” Mike looked up suddenly, sniffing.
“Hurry!” Hanji said. Mike grabbed his own handles.
“Can you use your gear?” He asked Hanji.
“Don't have a choice, let's go!” Hanji said, panicked. They took off, rushing to Headquarters. |
This story is indeed a sequel to an earlier story I wrote but could also serve as a stand alone story. If you haven't read the prequel to this (Runs in the family) please check it out as it could clear up any confusion but it is not really vital. That reason alone is why I put this one in a new thread. As always, please leave any feedback you find appropriate.
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Zoey once again pressed the snooze button on her phone. This was the exact reason that she set three different alarms for three different times every morning. Zoey could not get up in the morning. Unfortunately Zoey had just turned off her final alarm for the morning. As much as the 19 year old recent high school graduate dreaded this moment, she knew she had to get out of bed. She had landed a summer job as a lifeguard at a water park near her home. The job itself wasn't very inspiring but it paid well and she got to sit out by the pool all day and work on her tan so things could definitely be worse.
Still half asleep, Zoey rolled over in her bed and placed a hand in her crotch. Zoey found herself in a familiar situation. She needed to pee but was not awake enough to get up and go. Zoey wiggled around under her covers and grasped her private parts harder. Zoey really really had to go potty but could not get herself to get up. Plus, Zoey recently discovered she was quite the fan of holding her bodily urges. It was especially pleasurable to hold her crotch and cross her legs over one another.
In her half asleep state, Zoey thought back to her recent encounter with her mother. Part of her was still embarrassed that she had a accident in front of her mother while the other half of her felt very excited. Since the accident, Zoey had wanted to duplicate the same situation again. Zoey soon found herself holding herself with both her hands. Both of said hands were grabbing and holding her crotch with all the teenagers strength. It wasn't soon after that Zoey felt the urge to masterbate. Zoey was quite close to letting out a nights worth of urine into her bed sheets and was turned on beyond belief as a result. Zoey allowed herself to start playing with herself as she imagined her holding her pee Infront of her mother again. Zoey desperately held her crotch and danced around as her mother watched her from the drivers seat. Zoey imagined that her mother had to go too but not as much as she did. A familiar situation indeed but a classic and enjoyable one at that.
Then Zoey's mind drifted to other possible situations. Maybe she really needed a bathroom break at work but could not take it yet. Zoey was now doing a full-on pee dance in her bed and was close to climaxing. She was now fully awake and aware that she should be up and about at this point but she needed to finish her business. Back in her fantasy, Zoey's friend Haley at work asked her what was wrong.
"O nothing Haley, I just wish I could go on break soon."
Zoey imagined herself saying that last line with a pained look on her face and crossed legs. Haley was so attractive in Zoey's mind and she would kill to be in this exact situation. Zoey found herself on the verge of orgasm when suddenly her bedroom door burst open and her mother appeared.
"Zoey, what are you doing? You have to get up!"
Zoey rubbed her eyes and looked at her phone for the time and then to her mother Kate.
"Alright mom I'm up I'm up" Zoey said as she stayed under the covers so her mother could not see her hands planted in her crotch.
"I gotta drive you today so I can have the car. I'll be in the car baby but hurry please."
"ok mom, let me get ready."
With that, Kate left the room and started to walk towards the car. On her way, she looked to the bathroom and at the inviting toilet inside it. Kate had not had her morning pee but secretly enjoyed waiting. She had decided she would not go until she got back from dropping her daughter off at her summer job. As she walked by she had a idea. A very mean and deceitful idea but a good idea at that.
Kate went into the one and only bathroom in the house and shut the door behind her. But Kate preceded to stand by the sink and cross her legs. Kate's bladder was extremely full but she wasn't gonna empty it for a while. What she was going to do was ensure that she was not the only desperate one during the car ride. Kate had already witnessed her daughter extremely desperate for a bathroom and wanted to see it again. It had been almost two months and time was running out before Zoey went away to college. Before that day, Kate wanted to recreate a certain situation that had already taken place.
Meanwhile, Zoey had already thrown on her red one piece swimsuit that barely covered her private parts. Zoey picked the first of many wedgies out of her shapely bottom and whimpered rather loudly. Zoey took a moment to pee dance to herself and gain composure before heading out of her room and towards the bathroom. Once she got to the bathroom she saw that the door was closed and again whined.
" Mom, I have to go can you come out?"
"Honey, I'm going number two and when I get out we are gonna have to leave right away or else you will be really late. Your gonna have to hold it until you get there. "
" Mom, I just woke up. I need my morning pee."
"Zoey, please go wait in the car it's not a far drive at all."
Zoey was in heaven. Yes, she had to go badly and was actually doubting her ability to make it to the bathroom at work but now she had a excuse to put on a show of desperation in front of an audience again. It was again her mother but who was she to complain. Zoey did wish someone else and new was present this time but this would certainly do. Zoey was upset she couldn't climax and knew that mishap would annoy her for the duration of her day but now she could at least have some fun with her situation.
"Mom please." Zoey used her pouting voice and anticipated what her mother's response was going to be.
"I'm sure my 19 year old daughter can hold it for 15 more minutes"
"But there's only that one bathroom for all the lifeguards there and I really need to go mom. What if they tell me to start work right when I get there?"
"Honey, I'm sure you can find time to pee before you start your shift."
"Why can't I just go real quick after you? I seriously can't hold my morning pee this whole ride mom please." Zoey knew exactly what she was doing. Her mother was far to stubborn to come around but Zoey was simply starting the show. Her still turned on state was helping her exaggerate her desperation.
"If you don't go to the car right now you can find your own ride to work missy"
"Mommy, I'll really be so quick I swear. I only need to pee. It's just super bad."
"Zoey I swear if you mess up my car seat again Im never giving you a ride anywhere again. You are about to be a college student. Hold your pee."
A cute whimper escaped Zoey's lips. She actually now wished she could sit on the same toilet she thought her mother was sitting on. Kate could hear her daughter dancing around outside the door and was happy her plan was fully working.
"Get in that car now Zoey!"
Zoey gritted her teeth while digging a hand into her crotch again and started towards the car. Meanwhile Kate waited until she heard the front door close, grabbed her crotch, admired her rather large bladder bulge, and then headed out of the bathroom and to her car to drive her desperate daughter to work. |
By the time Kate had pulled out of the driveway she felt a little ashamed of her actions. Exactly how unfair she had just been to her daughter hit her when she saw the look on Zoey's face. Her beautiful daughter was already doing a full-on potty dance in her seat and they were barely down the street. The only time Kate had seen Zoey like this was on the way to the college visit. Kate then did start to worry that Zoey might repeat her actions from before and have a accident in her car seat. Maybe Kate actually did want to avoid a situation like that again.
"Zoey, baby are you ok?"
"No, but it's whatever. Can you please just drive faster?"
As if on que, Kate then had to slow down for an upcoming red light.
"I'm sorry baby. I know I was kinda hard on you just now and..."
"Mom just stop please. I need to focus on holding my pee."
"Its going to be ok I promise baby"
"No mom, you knew I had to go and you wouldn't let me. I could have easily went and now I'm sitting here in pain."
Zoey never took such a bad attitude towards her mother and Kate was taken by surprise. But she really couldn't blame her daughter. She had to do something.
"First, never take that sassy attitude with me again and secondly we're gonna stop so you can go. "
Zoey did not expect that. She had expected her mom to be persistent and stubborn. Definitely not give in like this. I mean Zoey knew she was putting on a good show but she was counting on her mom to make her hold it until she got there. In fact, she was secretly wishing for that scenario. Zoey currently was equally close to climaxing into her swimsuit as she was close to wetting it. Zoey had both hands dug into her crotch and her ankles crossed. Zoey permanently had a pained look on her face and could not keep still. The fabric of her tight swimsuit was almost fully eaten by her surprisingly tan butt cheeks. Zoey could not give up the show right now.
"No mom I can hold it. "
"Zoey, your literally shaking please go pee." Kate switched lanes and got into position as a gas station was approaching.
"I'm gonna prove to you I can hold it."
"Zoey, your gonna hurt yourself stop this."
"You said it yourself that I should be able to hold it by now. Plus, we'll be there soon."
Kate could not deny that her daughters point was indeed valid. But now she felt plain bad and worried. Worried about her daughters health as well as her car seat. Not to mention, Kate's theighs were becomin to inch closer to eachother. Kate really needed a toilet. Check that, Kate was desperate for a toilet. Kate last peed at 11:30 the night before. Kate had woken up in the middle of the night with a strong urge but had chosen to put it off in hopes of this exact situation coming to life. Now that it had worked, she felt nothing but worry and pain due to her refusal to let out her urine. Kate's shapely butt shifted position in her seat. Quickly, Kate stopped herself as she realized she could not let Zoey in on her situation. Not after what she had just done. Zoey could not know of her plan. Kate was gonna have to stay perfectly still until Zoey was gone. Then she would pee somewhere.
Kate had been too caught up in her predicament and missed the railroad tracks coming up and ran over them going full speed. Immediately both girls flew out of there seats. Zoey let out a loud whine as she landed. Zoey's face turned bright red and her eyes widened. Pee gushed from Zoey. In an attempt to stop the flow Zoey dug both of her hands into her crotch. Zoey held on with all her might. Poor Zoey had to close her eyes to fully concentrate on the task. Finally the flow stopped but not before pee slipped out of Zoey's one piece swimsuit. Zoey was sitting in a good sized puddle.
Kate shivered as a few drops of urine slid down her theigh. Kate had definitely leaked after the huge bump from the train tracks. Now Kate was worried. A hand shot to her crotch. Not long after, Kate looked to her daughter scared that she may be onto her own situation but saw her daughter in terriable shape. It was obvious that Zoey had somewhat wet herself.
"Pull over mom."
"Did you pee on my seat Zoey?"
"Yes mom I'll clean it but please pull over the rest is about to come out."
"Stop where? There's nowhere plus we are only a few minutes away."
"Just pull over like you did when you went poop on the side of the road"
"At least it wasn't in the car like you missy and you really can't wait a few minutes? There's a lot of cars on this road."
"Mom, I'm sorry you were right I guess I can't hold it. But please please pull over I'm literally in so much pain."
Zoey wasn't lying. This was worse than on the way to the college by far. Drops of urine were constanly escaping the young girl's grasp. Zoey felt like there was a balloon in her stomach. Zoey started to cry as her mother still refused to switch lanes and she lost her battle. Tears started to stream down her cheeks. It was happening. Zoey wanted to hold it to prove her mom wrong but she couldn't. Zoey bounced and twisted her body. She bit her lip and whined. All her power was focused on being a big girl and making it to a potty but that bump was enough to put her over the edge. Zoey lost all control and finally gave in and let the warmness spread. A smile spread across her face as her croctch, butt, and theighs all became warm. The relief was too much. This was the first time Zoey had actually wet herself since she was a child. Of course, she had the other accident but that was different. Zoey finished peeing and noticed what a mess she was. She also noticed how turned on she was now. It was almost unbearable.
"Again!! Zoey what the hell?"
"You had so many chances to let me go but you didn't so there you go."
"The seat is ruined again! Your swimsuit didn't stop anything!"
Zoey just stared at her mess in shame alwhile secretly enjoying the whole situation. Kate was furious until she realized this was her fault. Seeing all that pee on and around her daughter also made her need so much worse. A nights supply of urine was knocking at the door. Kate started to shake her leg and even shifted position again.
Zoey noticed her mom's actions and immediately knew what they meant. Maybe it was hopefull thinking, but her mother needed a bathroom. She remembered her mom had just went before they left but maybe seeing her accident made her mom have to go again. What she did know was that she wasn't allowing her mother to go for a while now. She deserved revenge.
By now they were pulling into the water park and Zoey had a idea.
Without saying a word, Zoey pulled out her phone and started to make a phone call. Kate parked the car and asked what her daughter was doing but got no response. Instead, Zoey preceded to seemingly make up an excuse on the spot as to why she was apparently not coming into work today. Soon after Zoey said she had car trouble she hung up the phone and simply looked at her mom and said "just take me home please"
Kate was going to infer more about the situation but understood what had happened. She knew Zoey could not go into work covered in pee and it would be unfair to ask her to do so.
By now, Zoey had already texted her friend Haley at work to tell her she wasn't showing up. After Haley questioned her, Zoey simply told her to come over later when she was done with her shift in a few hours. After Haley said she would Zoey knew her plan was going to work. She was going to get her revenge soon.
During the majority of the drive home the two sat in silence. Kate was unable to sit still and Zoey simply stared out of the window. She would glance at her now obviously desperate mother every once in a while and reaffirm what she already knew.
Kate would apologize later. Right now, she just wanted to get home and pee. The drive went well and Kate pulled into the driveway and tuned off the car.
"Let's go in and calm down first and then we will clean up the car."
"Ok mom."
They both got out of the car and walked to the front door. Kate did a little pee dance as she got her keys out and unlocked the door. She no longer cared if Zoey knew she had to go because now she finally could go. Once the door was opened Kate turned to take off her shoes and then preceded to look up and catch her daughter power walking towards the one room she didn't want her to walk towards. The bathroom. But before she could say anything Zoey was already closing the door behind her. Soon after, Kate heard the bathroom door lock as well. Kate's heart dropped.
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I will hopefully get part three finished sooner rather than later and there will be less of a wait this time. As always, thank you to everyone who reads and leaves feedback. Also, I know this was the same situation as the first story with car desperation but that is a favorite of mine. I promise the coming parts will feature new situations and locations. |
"What are you doing Zoey?"
"Cleaning up mom".
"Cleaning up what? I need in there right now."
"I did just pee all over myself remember mom?
"yes, I remember it's all over my car but please Zoey just let me in. You can clean yourself up and take a shower in a second."
"why do you need in so bad?"
"Zoey please"
"say it mom"
"Zoey, I really need to pee.
There was silence behind the door. Kate knew that by admitting her need she had just given all the power to her daughter. Having said that, she still expected her daughter to take pity and let her in to relieve herself.
"Zoey, I demand you to let me in. I am your mother!"
Still silence behind the door.
"What the hell are you doing?! I said I need the toilet let me in right now. I know your mad at me but this is not right! Let me go pee and then we can talk."
Kate started to bang on the door with the hand that wasn't holding her crotch. Her decision to not wear panties was starting to come back to haunt her as another small leak squeezed out of her tightly held crotch and slowly make its way down her legs, leaving a very noticeable wet stain on her black leggings that she loved wearing oh so much. Kate could not keep her legs still as they wrapped around eachother. Her need had intensified so drastically since entering the house. Her shapely ass visibly bounced and moved underneath her tight fitting pants. Having originally woken up to just take Zoey to work and then return home to get ready, Kate wore a sloppy white sleeping shirt without a bra that allowed her boobs to also move freely along with her many awkaward body movements. Kate found herself in the shape of a human pretzel. Both hands with their neatly groomed and bright red fingernails dug into her womenhood. Soon after, Kate let go of any pride she had and threw both hands under her leggings and held her bare and slightly damp womenhood. There was a balloon in her stomach that needed to be emptied. Kate was in extreme pain and it was getting worse by the second. Continued attempts to get her daughters attention seemed to repeatedly fall on deaf ears.
But Kate was wrong. Her pleas were in fact heard. Zoey was hearing every single whimper and moan her mother was letting out. Zoey could even hear her mothers little movements. Her feet repeatedly being lifted up and down. Her hands being pulled away from her crotch in order to bang on the door. It was so perfect because Zoey knew how this felt. Her mother would soon lose her battle just like Zoey had herself. Zoey loved it.
Zoey continued to pleasure herself. It was long overdue and extremely necessary. The events of this morning and the situation currently playing out was too dreamlike. Zoeys wet one piece swimsuit smelled of urine. She was soaked. In fact, Zoey glistened with her own pee. Her backside had eaten her swimsuit to the point where she was unsure if she would ever get this wedgie out. But all any of that did was add to this amazing experience. Zoey had never been this turned on. She didn't even know this level of arousal was even attainable until this moment. As a result, Zoey had her back against the bathroom door, hand in her own womanhood, other hand on her breasts and the biggest smile on her face that had ever been there. She was so close.
"Zoey, please. I'm dying."
Just as Kate was about to dismiss her plea as another unanswered call, zoeys voice was heard for the first time in a while.
"When was the last time you went mom?"
"Zoey, what the hell are you doing? Not answering me and the n asking weird questions. Come on let me in."
Again nothing.
"Zoey!!"
It seemed as if the whole world was silent it was so quiet.
Kate decided a new approach was necessary.
"I didn't go this morning Zoey. I thought I could hold it until after I dropped you off. I just didn't want to be the only one desperate so I didn't let you go(Kate figured that wasn't a full lie). I'm so so sorry what happened to you earlier and I will make it up to you but please I absolutely need to pee."
Even after all that, nothing.
"Some is coming out. I am literally doing the pee dance. Way worse than you even were." Kate tried to say that last part with a laugh but couldn't manage and it instead came out as a whine.
"I have to poop too. I lied about doing that to keep you out. I know it's bad but I want to help you be able to hold it longer so you have no more accidents in college."
Kate was left with no answer once more.
"I know you want revenge and I know you can hear me so let's make a deal. Please just let me in and I'll just go #1 and not number 2." Kate couldn't even say the word "pee" as she would probably lose it if she did.
Zoey was on the verge for the second time that morning. It was too good to be true.
Suddeny, Zoey heard a soft splatter on the ground,a loud thud, and then sniffles.
On the other side of the door Kate had fallen to her knees. Hands were still deep in her crotch but it wasn't helping. She sat on her feet and her calves and both were now getting wet with urine as leak after leak turned into spurt after spurt. The middle aged women had begun to cry. She thought she might have done some serious damage to her bladder as she was in severe pain at this point. Pee splattered onto the ground below her. Her black leggings were growing darker. Her bare feet were now wet and glistening. A loud fart found its way out of Kate as all the stress Kate was experiencing took its toll. A turd found its way right to the edge of Kate's backside but, unlike her urine, she was able to keep that inside of her.
Zoey's feet were now becoming wet with her mothers pee as it leaked under the door. Zoey's head thrust back as her body went still. Zoey was sent into a state of utter euphoria as a orgasm overcame her. Zoey closed her eyes and focused on her mothers now very loud crying as she finished. Every few seconds or so a fart either loud or quiet could be heard from Kate and then crying would once again take over as the primary source of noise. Kate was happy that her Mother's Day of desperation would continue as she was sure her mother would not poop herself yet.
Zoey was right about that. Kate did not let anything out of her besides the seemingly never ending torrent of urine. Tears continued to roll down her face. Kate was now sobbing as she could now not fully enjoy her relief as she needed to keep her other bodily waste inside of her or else this would get real ugly. Pee now covered every conceivable inch of her lower half. Kate could even feel pee soaking and nestling its way in between her large butt cheeks. Kate could not stop crying and worse of all was still in extreme pain. She had only wanted to see her daughter desperate and be a little desperate herself. She did not want this.
"Ok mom, I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick. Be right out!" |
As the shower turned on and Zoey stripped off her very very wet swimsuit, Kate still couldn't move. She was still in awe about what just happened. She hadn't had an accident since she was in her teens and here she was absolutely covered in her own urine. Kate now had a hand seemingly permanently placed on her rear end as her other need was now taking center stage. As she was holding herself, she realized just how uncomfortable she actually was. Pee in EVERY conceivable spot whether it was her theighs being covered or even to her ass now being soaked even to inside her cheeks. The distinct scent of urine was now fully stating to fill the air as well.
"Zoey!!! Why do you get the shower? I'm the one who just peed all over the place!" Kate was again jiggling the door handle as if Zoey had unlocked it. Zoey definitely hadn't.
Kate now found herself standing up and trying to wipe away her many tears. She needed to poop and then shower in that order and nothing else mattered to her at the moment.
"Hello? The door was unlocked so I just let myself in."
Kate's heart dropped straight out to her stomach. And a particularly strong urge hit Kate and caused her to double over with one hand on her poor stomach and the other on her very large and very wet butt.
"Kate! Zoey! Where are you guys?"
Kate grimaced as she remembered her plans for the day. She was to go out to breakfast with her mother today. She had completely forgotten with everything that happened. That was why she needed the car. She was supposed to meet her at the restaurant so Kate was very confused as to why she had just walked into her house but she couldn't let her mother see her like this!
"Hi mom! I'll be right down. Why are you here I thought we were meeting at the place"
Kate heard the stairs start creeking indicating her mother was coming up them followed by the words "yea we were but actually I decided to come here to use your restroom for a second. We can go there straight from here it's close. I'll drive. "
Kate was very surprised to hear that and a little taken aback cause her mother was a very formal lady. Her mother, Lynn, had had Kate young so she wasn't even that old she just had a no nonsense, very little humor personality. In fact, Kate dreaded spending prolonged periods of time with her as that would require conversation and Kate would have gotten more out of a brick wall. She had never even heard her mother mention her bodily functions in any detail at all.
"No mom!" Kate then had to calm herself down as to not sound too desperate. "Zoeys in the shower right now"
The creeking of the stairs stopped suddenly and then her mother simply replied with "ok then I'll wait in the car"
After a simple "ok I'll be out soon" Kate ran to her bedroom and started changing. She was so so dirty and wet and felt plain nasty. But she had to push through this. She would go at the restaurant. After peeling off her wet clothes she took a second to gather herself. She was at probably a 8 out of 10 on the desperation scale for her need now. She stood for a second with both hands on her bare butt and grimaced. She had to go. But she was a fighter and she could do this. She had to do this. She threw on some light jeans with a white tank top with pink cotton panties underneath. All of this was thrown right over her pee covered body but with a little extra perfume to cover the smell she knew it would be hidden. She threw her dirty wet clothes deep into her closet and turned to leave. As she opened her door, She looked to see if Zoey was out of the shower yet but no such luck. Cleaning up the mess would have to wait until later.
Kate and lynns car ride to the restaurant was pretty uneventful. Kate bounced up and down and grimaced but her mother was so focused on making boring small talk that she didn't notice. Lynns theighs were pushed closely together and Kate could definitely tell her mother had to pee. She felt like Zoey, having your desperate mother drive her around while she too was desperate. Towards the end of the ride Kate felt a very very strong urge coming. Kate grimaced and quickly threw her hands under her butt all while starting to blush.
"Kate, what in the world is wrong with you? You seem like you really are not well"
"I'm...fine...mom" Kate had to say that through gritted teeth. Her poop was coming and fast.
"You are not! Look at you! Face all flushed and pale. Should I take you to a doctor?"
just then Kate accidentally let out a very loud and very long fart.
"Sorry!"
"Kate! You are too old for that! And in my car!"
"Im so sorry mom"
"Your lucky we are almost there so we don't have to sit in your filth"
kate really hated her mother. At least she wasn't this bad when it came to Zoey. She liked to think she was a cooler more nice version of her mom but then again she had made Zoey pee herself earlier soo...
As they parked and got out another large fart found its way out of Kate and this time it was worse. It was wet. Kate now could feel a very uncomfortable amount of waste in between her butt cheeks. And walking was a disaster as it just kept falling down and started to run down her shapely theighs. On the way in, Lynn stopped suddenly and bounced on her heels.
"What's wrong mom? Let's go" Kate almost whispered as she was in so much pain.
"O uh nothing. But when we get in can you please do me a favor and get a table while I use the bathroom?"
"umm ok I will" Kate couldn't think of a good enough excuse not too.
they got in and Kate was seated as Lynn quite literally speed walked to the bathroom. Kate felt her mess expand when she was forced to sit on it. She let out at least another 5 farts Ian the time before her mother got back. She was gonna make a run for the toilet when her mother got back.
The cute 20 something waitress took the drink orders and probably noticed that Kate was in pain but didn't say a word about it. Lynn rounded the corner and sat back down looking very relieved. "I got in there just in time. The janitor was nice enough to wait for me before he started cleaning"
"what janitor? What do you mean" Kate asked her mother in a absolute panic.
"they are cleaning the bathrooms. My god Kate was is wrong with you?"
Kate decided is was the time to spill the beans considering her accident was already well underway."I have to go to a bathroom"
"O, well I'm sure they will be done soon."
"Is the men's open or something? I need to go now."
"men's room?! Kate your too old to be acting like this and i know I raised you better than this to think about using a men's room. For gods sake"
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Back at home, Zoey was out of the shower and dressed in black yoga pants and a red t shirt. She had had a very nice morning. Eventful and a little traumatic but enjoyable nonetheless. She didn't know if her mom expected her to clean up this mess or not but that wasn't happening. Besides, the smell of urine filling the house was nice. What Zoey was sure of was that her mother was at breakfast with her grandma and that Kate had to poop. She also knew that there was a very good chance Kate wouldn't get to relieve herself. There was no way to be sure of that but she could sense that Kate wouldn't have gone yet. Zoey would have liked to go with to eat just to see her mom desperate but she staying allied her to get things ready at the house. That was the only chance she was taking in this master plan of hers. Either way she could work with it too. Just then, hailey from work texted Zoey saying she had gotten off work really early today and was on her way over now. Zoey smiled to herself. This was all coming along so very nicely. |
Warning: Spoilers for Mother 3
The final fight draws near as a ragtag team of four ascend in an elevator to the 100th floor. Our heroes are located in Empire Porky Building, a colossal, towering skyscraper that pierces the clouds and is home to Master Porky, the manchild who’s responsible of causing mayhem in the land of Nowhere Islands. So far, Lucas and his friends have overcome many bizarre floors to reach the top, including a spa dedicated to hippos armed with rocket launchers and Porky’s own fangirl room.
The young blond teen Lucas stands patiently, wondering what could lie ahead on the next floor as Duster, a thief in mid twenties with a limp, squats behind, organizing his bag in preparation. A redheaded “princess”, Kumatora, a few years older than Lucas, kneels down to Boney, a courageous brown doggy owned by Lucas, to pet him while waiting.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the team, Kumatora needed to use the bathroom. It wasn’t dire, but it would be nice to use a toilet now. The time spent wandering around the big city before entering the skyscraper didn’t help. There were loads of shops and festivities to see and she drank a couple of Big City Colas before challenging Porky’s tower. The lower half of her body being drenched with water when traversing through the spa wasn’t of any assistance with her predicament either.
Soon enough, the elevator came to a stop with a female voice saying,”Next stop, 100th floor.” Boney whines as the announcer finishes, all of them were annoyed with that line since it was said every single floor they were on. The squad readies up as the door opens. The start of the floor seems… too normal, just some potted plants and some ambient music in the background. The foursome examine the room, Duster looking under the pots and the others looking around. With only one way to go, they walk forwards to find strangely enough, doorways to bathrooms, three red females and two blue mens. “What the hell, this is just plain weird,” Kumatora said, but in her mind.” Nice, just in time!.” Lucas thought that there was maybe a mistake or some trick to this.
While Lucas, Duster, and Kumatora were deciding whether to head back or not, Boney proceeds to push his body against one of the doors. “Uh...HEEEEEEEYYY!!!! STAY BACK!!,” a man partially wearing a green pig like uniform screams at the dog and Boney runs back to his owner. Quickly putting his pants on and storming out the door to give his vengeance to the mutt, the Pigmask finds the group of rebels in front of him. “Y-You guys! Y-You can’t get past here to find Master Porky!” The enemy whips out a laser pistol, aimed at the brown threat to his privacy. In hasty retaliation, Kumatora swiftly extended her fingers towards the green assailant. Before the blaster could fire, the wielder was a bit cooler, or rather, encased in ice. She used PK Freeze, one of her many PSI techniques used to fight others. Because of the chilling magic, her legs bound together slightly. Doing so, she hoped that the others didn’t notice since the violet hoodie she wears goes down to her knees.
“Woof Woof! (Thanks a ton!)” Boney woofed.
“That was a close call. Thanks Kuma,” Lucas complemented to Kumatora. She felt satisfied about that, even with the setback.
“Guessing by his words, we might get closer to Porky if we go through this area,” Duster said.
“How are we gonna do that, flush ourselves up to that bastard?” Kumatora remarked. “Anyway, gonna take a leak,” she said as she walked to a female restroom door. She knocked on the door but was disappointed with a sing song response,”Someone’s iiiiiin here!”
As the heroine examines the female chambers, the others check out the male stalls.
“Well, damn. At least there’s two more,” she thought. Knocking on the other door led to silence, a glorious sound, until she opened it. Presented before her was a steamy hot spring, fresh water glistening in a rather small semi-dome, all of its sides but the one facing the entrance is guarded with porcelain, and the wall facing away from the door extends out a giant oval, a toilet hot spring. Although peculiar, she was entranced to go inside and rest in the relaxing waters, especially after using some of her PSI.
As Kumatora wanders into the mini spa, Lucas takes notice of the room she’s entering, slowly coming to a conclusion. ”Kuma, you know that’s not an actual bathroom. I mean, you could, but why?” Hearing those words snapped Kumatora back into reality, stepping in the water deep enough to soak her boots. Adding more to the list of events that increased her desperation, the troubled girl waded as fast as she could back to dry land. “Augh! What’s with me. I need to get this over with,” Kumatora thought, she wouldn’t allow for any more careless mistakes.
With the toilet resort ordeal concluded, she went to the last door available to her. This tapping of the door also led to silence, a good sign so far, opening it granted another surprise. “A hallway… I can’t just go in the middle of a tiled walkway.”
“Great job finding the way forward Kuma,” Duster praised. As the group walked forward, Kumatora squirmed a bit, shuffling her legs together,.slowing down from the rest. Lucas noticed her falling behind and encouraged her,” Don’t worry, there’s sure to be a usable toilet up ahead.” The redheaded girl became a bit more red by blushing, embarrassed that they know about the situation she’s going through and also conflicted to say thanks or telling him to mind his own business.
The opposite layout of bathrooms is the outcome of this doorway, three males, two females. Knowing how to move forward, Duster shoved the nearest blue door wide open. Another green Pigmask Major along with some Metal Attack Roaches blast back at the rude interlopers. As the battle takes place, Kumatora wonders how much more she could take. These fights wouldn’t help her bladder and her luck might not last, but optimism shines through, she can find a bathroom in time.
With the encounter finished and team recovered, Duster pressed his luck on another door, trying the far left. Not being careless like last time, he knocks slowly. There was no response inside and opens the door to find his vision obscured. The Men’s Room Sign laughs and pushes the thief away with the arms projecting from the picture, however, Duster counters with a swift kick, blowing it back to the rest of the group. The rest follow up by comboing the sneaky sign to a sad excuse of a white rectangle. As the gang slap, bite, and bash the sign, it gains a glowing aura, stopping the assault to guard against whatever it’s preparing to do. With a big smirk, the floating sign launches it’s devastating attack, PK Starstorm, a shower of spacely objects at intense speeds, shredding through the party of three. Before it can totally demolish them, Duster jumps at it with a spinning kick, ending the onslaught on his friends. He rushed over to them and got from his bag three small bottles. One by one, the savior opened and made the nearly unconscious team drink a Secret Herb, one of few ways to revive his defeated friends. Soon enough, they all regain their energy and are ready to go on.
Suddenly, Kumatora gripped her hands to her groin with a small whine. A few drops of urine are letting loose, the drastic turn of events dampered Kumatora’s belief of holding on. The others approach her slowly, wanting to help but unsure how. “Stay back! I’m fine,” she lashed at them with an obvious lie. She carefully stood back up and walked to the nearest female restroom door. Its contents revealed yet another hallway. Her eyes were starting to water, “Is this some sick joke,” she thought. Without regard to anyone else, she moved forward to find relief. One hand jammed between her thighs as she eventually gets to the next set of doors. A red, two blues, and another red door. Kumatora bolts through the red door closest to her and slams it shut. The abandoned trio wait behind in worry.
Swiftly, horror devours her being. In front of her lies a vessel flat on the ground, similar to a urinal, a squat toilet. It wasn’t the method of relieving herself being the issue, she squatted outside plenty of times before, but the device itself. It was revolting with a multitude of stains, smells that left the poor teen nearly gagging. She stares at it, one hand at her waist and the other still gripping for dear life at her private parts. Indecisiveness takes over, causing panic. Should she find a new room to achieve bliss, or stay, but possibly tarnish her clothing and sense of smell. Time is pounding on her bladder and it can’t take much more, the toilets, the water, the liquid herb, everything is making her lose it all!
As the conflicted mind overwhelms itself with various outcomes of the next few moments, a crazy idea shines through. Kumatora puts both of her hands on her bladder and casts PK Paralysis, well, attempts. The urge to hold herself is strong enough to put her hands lower than intended and the psychic energy spreads through more than just the bladder. Paralysis takes place and the stuntwoman falls with a bang.
Alarmed with the sudden sound, Duster closes in on the door, “Are you alright there?”
“I’m not hurt, just open the door and help me up.”
He did as instructed, but had difficulty standing her up, so Lucas and Boney gave a helping hand. “So what happened in there Kumatora,” Lucas asked.
“Well, to keep things short, the bathroom was disgusting, so I paralysed my bladder so I can hold it a bit longer.”
“And look how that turned out,” Duster said with a cheeky grin.
“At least I’m still dry, so the plan worked.”
“How long do you think that spell will last,” Lucas questioned.
“I can feel it throb a little bit, so maybe 15 minutes?”
“Now to get you to move… Boney! Come here boy.”
The faithful pup dashed to the boy and he whispered to Boney some commands. With a loud bark, he walked over to Kumatora’s legs, trying to get in between. Unprepared, she gave a tiny squeal that could be faintly heard and pushed the dog away. There was no reaction from her lower region, so she could rest easy for now.
“Sit down,” Lucas commanded, staring at Kumatora. Boney was still standing so she connected the dots quickly. “He’ll be your way of transportation. Duster, take the lead as we advance, I’ll watch behind and take guard.
Now that the new formation of the team is settled, all of them marched on to the other end of the room, will this one be the bathroom suitable for Kumatora’s needs? A immediate no would be the result as yet another hallway is present from the door. Only now, the princess figures out the pattern and is engulfed in rage, “Ohhhh my God, all of the female bathrooms are these stupid hallways. You know what, fuck it, turn around take me to the men’s room.” They head to the door closest to the entourage with haste,
“Lucas, use PK Healing on me,” although the needy one’s bladder is staying strong, her patience draws thin.
“But you don’t even know if it’s available.”
“Duster, can you check then please.” He briskly walked over to the door and banged on it.
“It’s free.”
“Open it.” Upon entering the chamber, pure white is the only color visible.
Duster’s jaw drops agape over witnessing the giant throne in front of them, “H-h-h-how?” The lid was nearly touching the ceiling and the water inside of the bowl could be heard sloshing about. On the base of the toilet read, “For big people.” Kumatora thought about it for a second, if she could get up there somehow, she can finally urinate. Lucas, observing the gigantic seat, tells Boney to move on to the next bathroom, hoping that door number two will be better. The dog rider sighed, wanting this troublesome incident to be over with. Approaching the door, the blond leader did the same ritual done with all the other ones to hear a little boy, “Gimme a minute.” With salvation coming around the corner, they complied, Kumatora with restless excitement. A few minutes pass, tapping feet as well as a look of despair can be seen on the escort, “What could be taking this boy so long?”
“Hey! Kid! What’s your problem!”
“What’s your’s? This is the men’s room, you’re not allowed.”
“Please let me in, I’m begging you.”
“No means no, go to the girls room you dummy.”
“Little bastard,” the plea for help not advancing in her favor, she drops it. “Can we go back to the previous room Lucas?”
“But why, there’s no way you could use that.”
“You’re not thinking hard enough, I have an idea, use PK Offense Up on all of us.” Lucas stares at her perplexed, but allowed her to indulge in what bizarre plan she came up of and used PK Offense Up on everyone.
“Okay, now that everyone’s stronger, get together and throw me up top.”
“My God, what have I done,” Lucas thought, “I should have known nothing good could come from this. She could easily be thrown inside the toilet, how would she get out. And it's not like we become that much stronger, could we even get her up that high.”
Duster is at her side waiting for Lucas, “C’mon,” the bold strategist beckoned, “I can’t wait forever.” Both of them seem eager for this and Boney isn’t really reacting to the current stupidity, so like a plague, impatience spreads to Lucas, reluctantly getting into position to launch the girl. They get as close as possible to the giant latrine, readying their throw.
Before catapulting, Kumatora counts down, ”3….2…..1…...GO!!!” She skyrockets high into the air, closing the distance from the ground to the lid. A smile forms as she rises, elated as her journey is coming to an end, she rises her head up to see the top and be queen of this awful lavatory labyrinth. BONK!!! Kumatora’s head collides with the lid protruding out slightly, but enough to foil the plan. The triad look up in horror, being at fault for her grave concussion as she plummets down back to them. Boney dashes forward, breaking her fall in time. “Auuuuuggggghhhh!!!” the princess clutches her head in pain, rolling off Boney. Seconds later, a pounding force returns unexpectedly, immediately causing the bruised teen to change posture, gripping her loins. She cries for help, unable to move on without infuriating her injury or aching bladder. Lucas casts PK Healing, promptly mending her head and surprisingly, her pained nether regions.
Recovering from the blow, Kumatora tries to do PK Paralysis like before, but to no avail. “Okay you morons, I can’t last too much longer, let’s move on.” Time is truly of the essence at this point and as fast as possible without losing the battle with Kumatora’s pee, advance forward.
Five doors, alternating colors of blue and red, a new set of doors means new opportunities, surely one of them can lead to sweet release. A distressing sound is instantly heard when walking into the room, the sound of flowing water. To the far right is an increasingly large puddle of water coming from the stall with a fish flopping outside. Her weakening bladder continues to lose strength, more drops leak out, soiling her panties. To counteract, she grasps even harder, squirming side to side. Not wasting a second, Duster goes out to each door, opening them. Lucas and Boney stayed with Kumatora, doing whatever possible to help her move on. The first one was unlocked, but hosted a man using a squat toilet, “Hello, nice of you to visit.” Not giving him the time of day, the strange man regains privacy with the door slammed back closed. The door to its right opened to contain a party of ghosts crammed into the one stall, “Hey, I remember you.” “Is that Kuma?” “Thanks for the eclair. Can I have another?” “I want my piano back.” “Want some wine?” The swift thief ended the one-sided conversations the same way with the guy before. Door number three didn’t even get the chance to be opened since when Duster approached, the Men’s Room Sign came off to attack him. Not wanting another deadly scene, he reached in his pocket and jammed a Wall Staple into the enemy, forcing it stuck to the door, unable to do anything. With the last door being flooded, the remaining door was the only one to go to and since it was the last red door in the room, it was most likely a hallway to more rooms. Before the party tried their luck at the next door, the bouncing fish spoke to the crew. “Go on ahead, I didn’t see anyone go through this door recently, so it should be empty.” A smile grew on Kumatora’s face, while in pain, her confidence gained a boost, maybe she could make it.
As they passed through the small corridor, sounds of stomping could be heard. All of a sudden, several people barged into the place, shoving aside Kumatora and friends, separating them to occupy all but one of the rooms. The unforeseen chaos definitely did a number on Kumatora, her support being split off and nearly falling from those ingrates caused a greater leak, a stream that further dampened her undergarments. It didn’t last long as the crowd swarming her lasted the same amount of time, so Kumatora regained composure soon enough. She examined her lower half for visible signs of wetness before getting back to Lucas and Boney. It was hard to tell from the color of the shorts, but she can feel the moisture in her pants.
Not much strength was left in the helpless woman, so she decided to sit back down on Boney, hoping he didn’t mind the slightly soggy company. Waiting for any of those people to finish wasn’t an option, who knows how long that could take. Everyone hurried to the left where the vacant female restroom was to find salvation, but just like the rest, it was a pathway for more rooms. Was there an end to this lair of toilets, all they know is that this is the most inconvenient and random place they ever encountered.
Just behind the door to advance, “GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!” A frightening growl came from the other side, unnerving the entire party. “Ohhh, no, no,” another leak unleashed from Kumatora, wetting her clothes even more.
“Woof! (Seriously, I did not want this at all.)” Boney replies unamused from the event.
“I-I don’t think I can last,” in strong desperation, she fidgeted on her carrier, both hands squeezing into the source of her pee, feet flailing about, biting her bottom lip, and bellowing a small cry. The blond commander Lucas pondered, wondering if there was anything he could do to alleviate her trouble. Within seconds, he thought of something he didn’t try before, Lucas went closer to Kumatora and put his hand on her shoulder and used PK Defense Up. Instantaneously, the magic took effect on Kumatora, but not much given the scale of her desperation. “Thank you. We need to hurry though.” Whatever committed that startling roar earlier had to be confronted now, so they peek open the door.
Among Duster’s vision is nothing out of the ordinary, four men rooms and a female washroom, which they know is another hallway. As they all walk in the room, a man walks out of a washroom to enter another, “FA-CHING!” His shoes became like cement, unable to move as a terrifying creature stomps towards him. Pure yellow eyes pierced through the helpless man, its red feline like body came into view, the Ultimate Chimera. It donned spiked horns, scythe like wings, a pointed arrow tail, massive fangs stained red, a gray button on its back, and unfittingly a young chick that laid on top of its head. Lucas’s eyes dilated, now recognizing that beast from a previous experience, nearly ending Boney and his own lives. The Ultimate Chimera pounced at the hapless fool with jaws extended, becoming another meal to this terrifying creature. Devouring the prey, Lucas whispered to everyone a plan. “But…” Lucas hushed Kumatora, pressing his finger on her lips and used PK Defense Up again which convinced her into his decision.
Distracted with its carnage, all of them bolted, fleeing past the murder machine and went straight into the door, slamming it behind. The red beast turned towards the door and charged at it, knowing more game lie inside, but it bounced back, the door still strong enough to stand straight. Without hesitation, the group ran to the next door to find a larger than average male door with a golden curving design surrounding it. The contents of Kumatora’s bladder could shortly be released in a proper place, but it doesn’t want to hold on, another leak breaks through Kumatora’s resistances. “Ahhh, oh please, there better not be anyone inside.”
Duster revealed the room’s contents with a powerful shove. A red carpet already rolled out to a golden throne awaited Kumatora. However, to the sides were bodies of water with six chiseled statues of Porky, all peeing water. The sounds of urinating echoed throughout the room was the last straw for her, piss was now forcing out, no possible way to stop it.
She got off of Boney and rushed to the toilet, it was in her sight and she had a desire to use it after being blocked from her after all this time. Droplets rained down from her legs as she sprinted, ruining her shorts and fine carpet. Reaching the seat, Kumatora took hold of her shorts and yanked them down low enough so she could sit without wetting herself anymore. “Hah… Hah, finally.” Her peeing could be differentiated from the rest of those mannequins, going at a greater force. She moaned in ecstasy, the pain drifting away at last. Even after letting loose earlier than wanted, she was spraying strongly for nearly a minute. The men watched at the spectacle happening in from of their eyes, embarrassed for what she went through and for having no shame in peeing in front of them.
Eventually, Kumatora’s everlasting piss went down to a tamer pace and then after a moment, a slow trickle. As she was finishing, her senses came back to her, able to move from that rush. Her eyes look forward to find Lucas blushing intensely, trying not to focus his vision on her. On the other hand, Duster continues to stare at her, having no dignity whatsoever. Boney was swimming in a pool, washing himself from that unwanted golden shower.
“GUYS! You all couldn’t just leave the room while that happened,” Kumatora yelled. A harmony of “uhhs” and the sort were the only thing they could answer with. Annoyed with their lack of common sense, “Ugh, typical pervy boys.” She continued to look around, in search of something of value in the room. Her mood became worse as the item couldn’t be found, “C’mon! No toilet paper! Does he wipe with his own money or something? And can you all turn around for pete’s sake!” Respecting her privacy after long enough, Lucas and Duster comply to what she said, Boney still bathing in the water.
With no other way to clean herself, she got up and jumped into the pool with the dog. A realization came to her that this also can get rid off the stains on her defiled clothes. Around ten minutes pass, Kumatora soaking in the water, rubbing the fabrics on her clothes so the pee can come off. Boney eventually got out to sit with the two morons still staring the door where they came. Soon enough, she felt content with her efforts and got fully dressed before climbing out.
Returning to the rest of the group, a speaker turned on, the king of the tower, Porky, started taunting, “Hehehehe! You seem to be having quite the tough time! Did you enjoy my special all-you-can-pee toilet dungeon? I bet you did especially, missie! Now, then! I have some sad news for you! This place you’re at isn’t really the 100th floor! It’s a fake! Ahahahahaha! You’re nothing but a cheap toy crawling around in the palm of my hand! Alright! Allow me to invite you to the REAL 100th floor! Heh heh. Board the elevator just ahead. I’ll be waiting for you!”
His words fueled the rage within them, they wanted to defeat him. Lucas now leading the team, “Let’s charge, and finish this lunatic for what he’s done to us.” They ran over to the elevator behind the used bathroom and went up to hopefully the actual 100th floor. |
**Hey guys! So I found out most of us like the line scenario the best. I’ve done one at a party, done one at a wedding, and did one in the college dorms bathrooms with girls waking up with full bladders recently. This one is from the private school I went to. Now this didn’t happen, it is fiction, but we had limited bathrooms in this place. For teachers it was worse. They HAD to use the single teacher’s room. Using student bathrooms was forbidden. And I had some VERY attractive teachers lol****
Ms. Channy was a pretty woman in her late-thirties. She had short brown hair which was very dark, and her legs and hips had some weight on them, but she had nice boobs as well. Tight pants looked amazing on her as she taught history to her students. That day she had tight white pants and a tight white t-shirt. On her feet she had open-toe shoes.
Her class was right across the hall from Ms. Leathan. A hot, skinny blonde whose hair waved down past her shoulders and wore a tight gray skirt and high heels.
Down the hall was Ms. Maclen. A mathematics teacher. Tall, and blonde hair tied in a pony tail which looked sexy with her white skin that had a slight tan that day. She wore a purple top and her long legs were covered with black nylons as she was in her skirt. Although a tall woman, she did not have the toughest bladder. She had waited so long some days since being hired at this school that she ALMOST wet herself. The same could be said for Channy and Leathan as well.
As the bell approached, each teacher stared at the clock. They were not dying (yet) but after two classes, a few morning coffees going through them, knowing they could be at a bathroom soon made them a little more desperate. When the bell rang, each teacher held their doors opened. Teachers could not leave their doors until every kid had left. Maclen pressed her arms on her tummy as she tapped her foot while kids strolled out. Leathan maintained an appropriate composure. Channy got rid of her kids and headed out. There were two women teacher lavatories’ in the school. One was out of order on their end of the school due to plumbing problems. Channy speed-walked to the other end. Each step adding more pressure to her bladder. She breathed heavy as she got to the bathroom door, turned her faculty key, and unlocked it. The beautiful toilet gave her joy.
“Um…excuse me?” said a voice from behind. It was one of the new teachers, Ms. Bagels. She learned uncomfortable and was hopping place. “I’m so sorry but I did not get to go before I left home this morning. Can I please go first?”
Ms. Channy turned to face the toilet and frowned. She gulped. Squeezed her cheeks and legs in those tight white pants. “Sure, go ahead.” Bagels ran in.
Not long after, Leathan and Maclen got to the bathroom. As they saw Ms. Channy obviously uncomfortable, with her legs crossed as she had her hands in her pockets and leaned against the wall, they got behind her. Channy, Leathan, Maclen. Giving a squirm here and there as they waited in line.
Five minute went by. Ms. Maclen and Leathan were hopping a little to deal with their growing discomfort from their full bladders, but Ms. Channy knocked on the door.
“Um, excuse me!” she said. She was grumpy at this point feeling a hot, bulging pressure push on her lower belly. “Are you almost done? There’s a line out there and the bell is gonna-.” DING DING DING! The bell signaled the break between classes over and the teachers had to go back. They looked at each other, knowing they would be very desperate by the time next class ended. But there was no choice they headed back.
In their class, Maclen opened her math book and froze at the sight of the story used for the equation. It was water-themed, talking about liters in a pool. As she always did, she read the math out to her kids who giggled noticing their teacher’s discomfort. “So Sarah pppoured watter into the pool, three times and-.” Her eyes widened as a jolt struck inside of her.
Ms. Leathan was reading outloud to her students of a story about an old fart traveling the sea. The watery descriptions cause spasms of discomfort, bladder-filling pain into her lower body.
Ms. Channy’s class was taking a test for this hour. Usually she would walk around the class to make sure no one is cheating, but everyone noticed her standing against the board, legs crossed, one foot tipped on it’s toes, and her hands pressed on her lower belly massaging it.
“Um, Ms. Channy, you okay?” a male student asked, clearly horny.
“Um…yyes Bbbilly. Let’s just continue.” Billy smiled and took out his water bottle. Shaking it slowly back and forth which caused agony for Channy. The next hour went by so slow. When the bell rang, she almost lost it in her bladder. “Gonna freaking pee my pants in front of all the students,” she whispered to herself. She headed off to the other side of the school. She saw the bathroom door and what was at it as well…she almost dropped down and cried. She said in her head, Noooooooo!
TO BE CONTINUED….
Edited June 22, 2017 by Rick Dixon
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Chapter 3
Ms. Channy walked back to her classroom. She felt every slosh of pee inside of her bladder. She REALLY had to go. She knew she could wait a little longer, but still, the discomfort was bad. She reached her room and sat down. At least it was just a study hall she had to supervise. She did not have to stand and teacher and it was half as long as normal classes. Ms. Channy placed her hands between her legs, pushed against her crotch, and shut her legs. They squirmed as she heard the clock tick.
Maclen trembled as she wrote on the board. Some of the students giggled as she would stop every now and again and hop a little in place. She REALLY needed to pee. Her bladder was overfilled and heavy with heat.
“Um, Ms. Maclen?” a student questioned.
“Yyes Bobby…” she said.
“That answer you wrote isn’t right.” Maclen looked at the board and banged her head against it. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Gotta pee! She thought. Time passed. It was lunchtime for the students and Maclen and Channy had to both supervise. They forgot.
They kept walking around the cafeteria to keep their mind off it and so they would not hop or squirm in place. Ms. Channy saw one kid pouring chocolate milk into his tray and it made her want so bad to let it go. Her tight pants and belt continued to dig and stab into her waist which made the strain so much worse. Ms. Channy was nervous at this point. Walking around the cafeteria and barely looked normal from the movements she was doing. She was scared of having an embarrassing accident in front of her fellows teachers, her boss, and her students. Then, all the parents would know. It made her want a bathroom already. SHE NEEDED TO GO NOW!
Ms. Maclen could barely take it anymore. She ached for the bathroom. She saw Ms. Channy leave the cafeteria two minutes before the bell. Ms. Channy did not want to have to wait longer for the bathroom, so she ran to it. She was at the door smiling and breathing with relief and reached for her keys……..
“Oh no,” Ms. Channy said as she dug around into her pockets. Ms. Lethan grabbed them from her when she stole the bathroom an hours ago. She must have accidentally taken it with her. Ms. Channy wrestled with the doorknob. She held onto it tight, knowing that the answer to ending her bursting bladder was inside. “Come onnnn!” She pulled and placed a foot on the wall to push off. The door was stuck solid. She did not want to face anymore hurdles in her bladder, but she was desperate enough to risk it. She ran to Ms. Lethan’s room. The bell rang.
Students flooded the hallways and made Ms. Channy’s journey to Lethan’s room longer and harder. She pressed her tight butt cheek together as she made her way. “Oh, ah, e, ah!” Her arms tight against her sides. She made it to Ms. Lethan’s room. She saw the keys on her desk. She walked up.
“Oh hey Ms. Channy,” Lethan said. “How can I-.”
Ms. Channy just grabbed the keys and hurdled off with tiny, fast steps. Down the stairs, step by painful step, and she was on the other side of the school. She dropped her keys when she saw the horror: a line of half a dozen ladies, including Ms. Maclen. Maclen was at the end. Ahead of her were five women squirming for the toilet. They were all VERY DESPERATE. Ms. Channy grabbed her keys and stomped over.
In front of them was a young teacher in a green dress and long black hair with her legs crossed. Ahead of her a tan brunette with tight black dress pants and high heels that made loud noise as she tapped her foot in desperation. Another teacher in a dress with brown curls squirmed and hopped in place. Then a short one in athletic shape wore tight jeans and a white top. She had her hands in front of her crotch and was antsy. Then there was the one at the head of the line with heels that she tapped, and tight jeans that really showed butt and crotch and had a green top on. Ms. Channy could not believe she and her swelled bladder had to wait this whole line. She had a free period, but still.
None of the teachers knew it was Senior Prank Day. A few funny, but cruel teenagers broke into the school basement. They were going to dump fish they caught at the town pond into the water break so they came out of the toilets. They started to dump.
Meanwhile only a couple teachers in the line had used the bathroom. There were only two classes for the day left after this, but Ms. Channy had a twenty minute communte. Maclen had thrity minutes. They had literally been letting the steaming load of pee weigh on their insides all day. A principal or student walked by every now and again and Ms. Channy had to pull her hands away from her crotch and look normal. She did not want to look like she was touching herself. Malcen held onto her body and bouned aggressively.
“Oh…oh no,” said the teacher at the front of the line in brown curls. She crossed her legs tight as all hell and her eyes watered. She felt her crotch muscle weakening. The pee started to explode through and would destroy her panties in seconds. She bounced. “Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!” The occupant came out and that teacher raced in. They all her pee hitting the toilet water before the door closed. It tormented them, reminding them how bad they needed a bathroom break. Channy and Maclen especially who had been trying to go all freaking morning.
Only fifteen minutes until bell. Ms. Channy grew very nervous and felt continuing waves of pressure smack her bladder and shake her body. Trying to burst the pee out against her muscle and will. Ms. Channy HAD to HOLD IT IN! Or she would be the laughing stock of the school. The next two teachers did not take long.
Finally Ms. Maclen almost scrunched down to the floor cross-legged was next. “Yes,” she said in a choking manner. “I’m finally next.” She walked in.
“Please hurry!” Ms. Channy begged. She hated herself so much now. She could have gone this morning, but let that another teacher go. She could have gotten in there hours ago if she just carefully put her key in and didn’t’ wait for Lethan to barge in. She could’ve gotten in if she didn’t lose her key before. She was on the verge of having an accident in front of the entire school and be a victim of humiliation. Gotta…hold…on…a little….longer “Ahhh,” she squeaked. Her crotch was physically beating as the bladder grew and pushed on her insides expanding everything outwards. It hurt.
Downstairs the teens finished putting fish in the water main. They noticed the fish were clogged up next to each other in the pipe entrance inside. One of the teens picked up a broom and hit against the fish to unclog the hole, but the burst of them sucked in the broom. All of it blocked the way for the water to move. As students and teachers flushed toilets and sinks in that moment, it all got blocked and was building up.
Ms. Channy was sweating and holding her crotch. She looked at the time. She had five minutes. She COULD make it! Her legs moved up and down. She whistled to distract herself. She heard the door knob turn and looked in excitement. Ms. Maclen came out. Ms. Channy found hope, and started to walk in and……………………………….BOOM!!!!! The whole school shook.
Ms. Channy felt cold water hit her bare feet in the open shoes. She looked down scared, and saw the toilet overflowing. A fish came out and flapped on the floor. Ms. Channy’s face looked horrified. Ms. Maclen covered her mouth knowing this did not mean good news for her coworker.
“Sweet Christ of Heavens!” said the Janitor as he stormed down the hall. The Principal came over.
“What the hell happened?” the Principal asked. Ms. Channy used all her might to stand up straight and look normal. It killed her on the inside.
Janitor said, “These punk kids I found were putting fish in our water system as a prank. It almost destroyed our water system.”
“Bbbut it’s still okay right?” Ms. Channy asked. Shaking a little form anxiety.
“Are you okay?” the Principal asked looking her.
“Fine,” said Ms. Channy faking a smile and closing her legs tight and hands behind her back. Massaging her overworked, aching kidneys.
Janitor said, “Are you kidding? Hell no. Our water system is toast. It can be fixed over the weekend. Least it’s Friday.”
“Damn it,” said the Principal. “What about our bathrooms?”
“I already started putting out of order signs up.” He slapped the sign on the last teacher’s lavatory, now destroyed as well. Ms. Channy’s jaw dropped.
Prinicpal said, “Well there’s only a couple hours left of the school day. I’m sure everyone will be fine.” They two men walked away, locking the bathroom door with a special lock so it remained closed.
“Ms. Channy,” Maclen said. “Are you going to be okay?”
Ms. Channy’s eyes watered. Her bladder expanded over her waist. Her crotch muscles weakening. She had to hold it for 2 HOURS at least. Or else she……”Wwwhy???” Ms. Channy cried.
TO BE CONINTUED….. |
Chapter 4 (NOTE: the line scenario isn’t done yet. And listen, sometimes my characters have beaten the odds. Enjoy the finale! :)
Ms. Channy stood there in disbelief. The floor near the now locked teacher’s bathroom was stained with toilet water. Some of which was on Channy’s feet and made her desperation increase due to the watery feeling. The bottom front of her shirt lifted up a bit and a little of her belly showed. Her skin was turning pale, her bladder and stomach sending off pulses one after the other quickly of needing to go pain. She kept her legs closed tight. She could not loosen…or else.
“Ttthis ccan’t be happening to me!” Ms. Channy said. Her eyes widened as she felt a glisten of pee start leaving her crotch. She crossed her legs while standing. Arms at her side. Her teeth jittered. The bell RANG! It almost scared the pee out of her. She held tight. So hard she lost breath. “I…ggotta hold it!” she said in a low, breathless, strained voice.
“Ms. Channy,” Ms. Maclen said as she placed her hands on Channy’s shoulders. “It’s going to be ok. You’re a grown woman, you can hold it.”
“HMMMMMMM!” Ms. Channy squealed in utter despair. “I…i…don’t know if I can. I haven’t had to pee this bad in years, and it’s usually at home during the weekend with my own bathroom.” She VERY carefully walked to class. TWO HOURS. She had to hold it, or…….she would wet her pants in from of the whole school. She was a well-respected teacher, she couldn’t lose her pee. Her white pants would show if she let it out. And there was a LOT in her. This load was stressing her out. She was sweating and heard the pee slosh around inside of her body as she went to the other end of the school.
Class started. Her facial cheeks bloated in and out from deep breaths to deal with the pee pressure. “Ok class, did everyone do the assigned reading today?”
No one spoke. One kid shot his hand up. “I did Ms. Channy!” A clear teacher’s pet.
“Ggood Jamie. Give us a summary.”
“Well, this chapter focused on Columbus’ sailing across the OCEAN.” A word related to water. The pulses were coming hard and fast, but that watery word made the pulse at that moment cause an explosion of pain. She kept her legs crossed tight as she sat on her desk in front of the class. Her foot dangled her shoe to the end of the toes. Jamie continued, “The men on the boat did not have much. WATER was their biggest resource.” Ms. Channy’s lips trembled. She saw a few kids in class staring at her clearly exposed bottom bloated belly. They could understand now what her problem was.
That next hour was the LONGEST of her LIFE! She looked out her window near the end of this class and saw the town donut shop. It was right next to the school. It opened later in the day. She looked at the clock: it would open in about ten minutes. She had a five minute window after the bell. She could storm downstairs (carefully) and use the donut shop’s bathroom. She had to. There was no choice. She had started to lose some drops already she barely caught before this class. The school’s bathrooms were all out of order. She was trapped in a toiletless prison. She felt another few small drops break through and hit her panties, warming her bottom self. Causing a distress of desperation. Gotta…hold…it in! Almost there! Hold it, Channy, hold it!
The bell rang. DING DING DING! Ms. Channy did not even wait for her class to finish. She had to go now! She walked as fast as she could which was not very fast at all. She had put on her black jacket before since it was cold out. Her body rocked left to right to take pressure off her bladder each time and regain grips on her crotch with her legs. The Principal stood at the front door. She could not walk past him. She had to go out the back way, which would extend her trip. It was like the universe was against Ms. Channy! She struggled to the back of the school, reached the front door and as she walked out her belly jiggled. The pee inside still had more streams fill it here and there, not much, but the weight of her bladder had been unbearable for over two hours already. She did not have much time. There was no way she could make it another class. She knew it was this, or……she hoped she made it.
She reached the donut shop. She entered in and was breathing quick breaths heavy as she gazed around. Where’s the freaking bathroom?!!?? She thought.
“Can I help you?” an employee said behind the counter.
“Ummm….”Ms. Channy struggled to find words. It was ironic she taught History…cause her pants and panties and reputation were on the verge of becoming history as well. “Do you have a restroom for customers?”
“We do. Paying customers only though.”
Ms. Channy pulled her hair. “Fine, fine, okay! Give me anything.”
“We have a menu of over fifty things. That’s a tough call,” he laughed. “Just pick.”
She could not think well. She struggled to get into her pockets that were pressed so tight due to her bladder and pulled all she could out. Two dollars. “What will this get me?” She looked at the clock and saw she had to be back at her room in three minutes.
“Two donuts and a coffee special.”
“Fine, yes. I’ll take that to go. Where’s your bathroom!?!”
“What kind of coffee? We have over a dozen flavors.”
Channy shook so hard. She wanted to reach over and strangle this guy. But her bladder started beating so hard she heard it. She felt the overbearing pressures of loads of pee pressing on her inner muscles. Her crotch was slowly being pushed open whether she liked it or not. “Please, just a plain. Whatever I don’t care really. I just need to use your bathroom really, really, REALLY badly!” Her legs wobbled and knees went inwards.
“One original with two donuts. Which donuts?”
Channy bit her lips and eyes widened and burned as sweat got into them. She hugged herself tight and her foot went out and tapped the floor hard and fast. “For God’s sake give me two glazes. I don’t care, please! Hurry!” The cashier rung it up, got the order. “Can I use your bathroom?”
“In the back, down the hall, enjoy.” He handed her the bag. She tossed it in the garbage. Ignoring her receipt.
Ms. Channy walked side to side fast down the hall and almost fell dead LITERALLY when she saw i: A LINE! Two employees stood outside the bathroom squirming in their dark uniforms. Ms. Channy looked at her watch and saw she had only a minute left to get to class.
“Eeexcuse me may I cut you?” Ms. Channy asked. “I’m going to have an accident here, honestly. Please let me cut I’d be grateful.”
The employees bounced. “We only get one break today. We gotta go.”
Ms. Channy pulled on her face. “Ms. Channy?!?” She turned around. The Principal stood there. “What are you doing, I saw you run out. Class starts soon.”
“Sssiiirr!” she said. “I’m sorry but I have honestly been trying to get in the bathroom ALL day. Then it breaks down. Please, sir I-.” He shook his head and grabbed her arm and yanked her away. All the way back to the building and to the staircase pointing up. She looked at him, tears in here eyes, about to cry. She went to the halls, and kids would be going into the rooms in seconds.
There were no working bathroom here. She had a day’s worth of boiling heavy pee inside of her. She shuffled her legs over one another. Her lips trembled. She saw a student drinking from the fountain. She felt utter torment. But wait!?!? If the fountain as working…she looked and saw the out of order signs had been taken down. By a miracle the janitor must have fixed the water pipes himself. She was going to go to the student’s room. No choice, she was close to blowing up in front of everyone. She walked.
“Ms. Channy,” said someone who grabbed her by the arm. She turned around shaking uncontrollably. “I didn’t get my paper done last night. I’m sorry but-.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Ms. Channy said. “You’re fine, hand it in Monday.” She continued down the hall. She whispered to herself, "I'm going to explode in my pants!" She was approaching the women’s restroom. She once again, in a greater strength, a warm glint of pee sparkling across her crotch. A little few drops did fall out and hit her panties and gave a small stain under the crotch on her tight pants. She stopped quick and squeezed her legs. She felt a bulge breaking through her crotch like an anchor. She was crying. Ms. Leathan came by.
“Hey Channy,” Leathan said. “I’m sorry about earlier but I was about to burst. I’m sorry I cut you but I was honestly going to wet myself. I mean, could you imagine the embarrassment of a teacher like us wetting ourselves in front of the whole school. Ms. Channy turned red from approaching humiliation and anger. She was shaking like she was cold. “Are you ok…oh no. Did you ever get to go even?”
Ms. Channy shook her head, and started to walk away again. She stretched her hand out reaching for the door knob of the one woman’s room in the school. She gripped the knob, turned it slowly and she walked in. She saw all of the stalls were occupied.
She hugged her body and crossed her tight white pant legs. She bent forward unable to speak. Only cry. Oh come on, come on, come freaking on already PLEASE! A toilet flushed and it almost triggered her bladder to pop. The stall door opened. She walked very slowly into the stall, saw the beautiful toilet, unbuttoned her pants as she closed the stall door, but was PULLED out of the stall. Ms. Leathan ran in saying, “I’m so sorry but diarrhea!” She shut the door. Channy was banging on the stall door with both fists. Ms. Leathan had once again stolen the toilet from her! Channy had her pants unzipped and was at the toilet, she was LITERALLY THERE! She looked to the other stalls, but they each developed small lines of girls. EMERGENCY her bladder rang in alarm. EMRGENCY EMERGENCY! The inside of her crotch burned like fire.
She had to make it to the other end of the school. She pushed out of the door and came out, many students still strolling the halls, and fellow teachers, even the Principal nearby talking to someone. Ms. Channy did not know due to such intense nerves she had streams of pee leaking down her legs. Staining her pants.
“Oh gross!” one girl yelled and pointed. Ms. Channy turned around and looked at her back pants.
Her eyes almost popped out of her head. “Oh no, oh no,” Ms. Channy whispered in total terror. Her bladder had had enough! Her body turned against any small will she had left and BOOOOOOOOOMMMMM! Just like the pipes in the school two hours ago, her body’s pipes BURST! “No, please stop!” she screamed as she grabbed her crotch. Turning red and bleeding tears from her eyes as everyone stared from students to teachers. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Her bladder burst open on the part where the urethra attached to, and pee shot out of it and through her and out of her body with more force than anyone had ever seen.
Ms. Channy’s white pants expanded off of her legs as they filled with liters of warm pee and streamed down her legs, onto her bare feet ruining her shoes. She became wet almost all over, her bottom half soaked. She held her belly as she felt it blowing out huge streams one by one out of her body, into her panties and pants, and not only destroying them but her reputation. People backed away from her as the pee expanded from her feet as more poured out. THERE WAS SO MUCH! A thick yellow puddle expanded a dozen feet around her. Bubbles sizzled from it. She felt so uncomfortable even more than before cause her bladder, now finishing being emptied, felt like it was shot at. Her whole stomach hurt so much and crotch so weak something worse happened: MS. CHANNY POOPED HERSELF RIGHT THERE AS WELL! Her body gave up all strength and let everything out. Her darkened pants from the pee now blew from the butt and down the legs brown. It was watery, it stunk…Ms. Channy was humiliated. She cried and covered her crotch as people took photos and some laughed.
“Ms. Channy!” the Principal yelled. She looked at him crying so hard she could not even hear him. She fell to her knees and covered her face.
“WHHHHHYYYYYY!” Ms. Channy screamed, crying harder than she ever had. She blamed herself since she would have gone numerous times if she was not so careless. “I’m so humiliated.” She got up. “I…I…oh my God! WHHHYYYYY!” She ran but slipped on her pee and fell on her face. Her clothes and reputation ruined.
The end.
Edited June 24, 2017 by Rick Dixon
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HEY GUYS! Someone mentioned the ending here being unrealistic. After rereading I agree. I also kind of fixed a part of the story that I messed with. It mostly the same but MORE realistic. *****
Ms. Channy stood there in disbelief. The floor near the now locked teacher’s bathroom was stained with toilet water. Some of which was on Channy’s feet and made her desperation increase due to the watery feeling. Staring at the locked out of order bathroom, her gate to release and salvation was no longer available. She ALMOST made it. She was SO close! She shook from pain and anxiety. Channy was so sad that she was first to go at the beginning of the day but was dragged through conflict after conflict. Now the pipes had burst and she had. K choice but to hold it for two hours...or things would get very messy for her, literally. "Oh god!" She thought.
The bottom front of her shirt lifted up a bit and a little of her belly showed. Her skin was turning pale, her bladder and stomach sending off pulses one after the other quickly of needing to go pain. She kept her legs closed tight. She could not loosen…or else.
“Ttthis ccan’t be happening to me!” Ms. Channy said. Her eyes widened as she felt a glisten of pee start leaving her crotch. She crossed her legs while standing. Arms at her side. Her teeth jittered. The bell RANG! It almost scared the pee out of her. She held tight. So hard she lost breath. “I…ggotta hold it!” she said in a low, breathless, strained voice.
“Ms. Channy,” Ms. Maclen said as she placed her hands on Channy’s shoulders. “It’s going to be ok. You’re a grown woman, you can hold it.”
“HMMMMMMM!” Ms. Channy squealed in utter despair. “I…i…don’t know if I can. I haven’t had to pee this bad in years, and it’s usually at home during the weekend with my own bathroom.” She VERY carefully walked to class. TWO HOURS. She was a well-respected teacher, she couldn’t lose her pee. Her white pants would show if she let it out. And there was a LOT in her. This load was stressing her out. She was sweating and heard the pee slosh around inside of her body as she went to the other end of the school.
Class started. Her facial cheeks bloated in and out from deep breaths to deal with the pee pressure. “Ok class, did everyone do the assigned reading today?”
No one spoke. One kid shot his hand up. “I did Ms. Channy!” A clear teacher’s pet.
“Ggood Jamie. Give us a summary.”
“Well, this chapter focused on Columbus’ sailing across the OCEAN.” A word related to water. The pulses were coming hard and fast, but that watery word made the pulse at that moment cause an explosion of pain. She kept her legs crossed tight as she sat on her desk in front of the class. Her foot dangled her shoe to the end of the toes. Jamie continued, “The men on the boat did not have much. WATER was their biggest resource.” Ms. Channy’s lips trembled. She saw a few kids in class staring at her clearly exposed bottom bloated belly. They could understand now what her problem was.
That next hour was the LONGEST of her LIFE! She looked out her window near the end of this class and saw the town donut shop. It was right next to the school. It opened later in the day. She looked at the clock: it would open in about ten minutes. She had a five minute window after the bell. She could storm downstairs (carefully) and use the donut shop’s bathroom. She had to. There was no choice. She had started to lose some drops already she barely caught before this class. The school’s bathrooms were all out of order. She was trapped in a toiletless prison. She felt another few small drops break through and hit her panties, warming her bottom self. Causing a distress of desperation. Gotta…hold…it in! Almost there! Hold it, Channy, hold it!
The bell rang. DING DING DING! Ms. Channy did not even wait for her class to finish leaving. She had to go now! She walked as fast as she could which was not very fast at all. She had put on her black jacket before since it was cold out. Her body rocked left to right to take pressure off her bladder each time and regain grips on her crotch with her legs. The Principal stood at the front door. She could not walk past him. She had to go out the back way, which would extend her trip. It was like the universe was against Ms. Channy! She struggled to the back of the school, reached the front door and as she walked out her belly jiggled. The pee inside still had more streams fill it here and there, not much, but the weight of her bladder had been unbearable for over two hours already. She did not have much time. There was no way she could make it another class. She knew it was this, or……she hoped she made it.
She reached the donut shop. She entered in and was breathing quick breaths heavy as she gazed around. Where’s the freaking bathroom?!!?? She thought.
“Can I help you?” an employee said behind the counter.
“Ummm….”Ms. Channy struggled to find words. It was ironic she taught History…cause her pants and panties and reputation were on the verge of becoming history as well. “Do you have a restroom for customers?”
“We do. Paying customers only though.”
Ms. Channy pulled her hair. “Fine, fine, okay! Give me anything.”
“We have a menu of over fifty things. That’s a tough call,” he laughed. “Just pick.”
She could not think well. She struggled to get into her pockets that were pressed so tight due to her bladder and pulled all she could out. Two dollars. “What will this get me?” She looked at the clock and saw she had to be back at her room in three minutes.
“Two donuts and a coffee special.”
“Fine, yes. I’ll take that to go.
Where’s your bathroom!?!”
“What kind of coffee? We have over a dozen flavors.”
Channy shook so hard. She wanted to reach over and strangle this guy. But her bladder started beating so hard she heard it. She felt the overbearing pressures of loads of pee pressing on her inner muscles. Her crotch was slowly being pushed open whether she liked it or not. “Please, just a plain. Whatever I don’t care really. I just need to use your bathroom really, really, REALLY badly!” Her legs wobbled and knees went inwards.
“One original with two donuts. Which donuts?”
Channy bit her lips and eyes widened and burned as sweat got into them. She hugged herself tight and her foot went out and tapped the floor hard and fast. “For God’s sake give me two glazes. I don’t care, please! Hurry!” The cashier rung it up, got the order. “Can I use your bathroom?”
“In the back, down the hall, enjoy.” He handed her the bag. She tossed it in the garbage. Ignoring her receipt.
Ms. Channy walked side to side fast down the hall and almost fell dead LITERALLY when she saw it: a LINE!
Two employees stood outside the bathroom squirming in their dark uniforms. Ms. Channy looked at her watch and saw she had only a minute left to get to class.
“Eeexcuse me may I cut you?” Ms. Channy asked. She was literally dancing from desperation. She bounced as her legs were running in place.“I’m going to have an accident here, honestly. Please let me cut I’d be grateful.”
The employees bounced. “We only get one break today. We gotta go.”
Channy wanted to cry and run away. The line would not move fast. She had to go back to school. Ms. Channy, the one teacher who waited through endless lines and such was the one who wouldn't get to go. She wanted to go home but she would be fired on the spot for ditching her own class.
Once back in the school, Ms Channy felt her bladder shoot off alarms as a warm line sinker against her crotch. She was springing a leak. She clenched her legs so tight they became numb. RED ALERT!!!!!!! Her bladder rung. Then she felt another bloated feeling inside. "Oh no...not that."
She bit her lip and looked all around. Seeing the out of order signs on all the bathrooms and knowing there was no access to a toilet drove her nuts. Her panties had no hope for survival. She didn't know, but even as her legs crossed and people stared as she awkwardly and slowly bounced, her body was giving up. Her muscles were weak after all day holding.
"Ew nasty!" A girl behind Ms Channy yelled. The girl pointed and Ms Channy started to sweat as she noticed her pants had a thick dark wet line. She was peeing herself.
Her eyes almost popped out of her head. “Oh no, oh no,” Ms. Channy whispered in total terror. Her bladder had had enough! Her body turned against any small will she had left and BOOOOOOOOOMMMMM! Just like the pipes in the school two hours ago, her body’s pipes BURST! “No, please stop!” she screamed as she grabbed her crotch. Turning red and bleeding tears from her eyes as everyone stared from students to teachers. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Her bladder burst open on the part where the urethra attached to, and pee shot out of it and through her and out of her body with more force than anyone had ever seen.
Ms. Channy’s white pants expanded off of her legs as they filled with liters of warm pee and streamed down her legs, onto her bare feet ruining her shoes. She became wet almost all over, her bottom half soaked. She held her belly as she felt it blowing out huge streams one by one out of her body, into her panties and pants, and not only destroying them but her reputation. People backed away from her as the pee expanded from her feet as more poured out. THERE WAS SO MUCH! A thick yellow puddle expanded a dozen feet around her. Bubbles sizzled from it. She felt so uncomfortable even more than before cause her bladder, now finishing being emptied, felt like it was shot at. Her whole stomach hurt so much and crotch so weak something worse happened: MS. CHANNY POOPED HERSELF RIGHT THERE AS WELL!
Her body gave up all strength and let everything out. Her darkened pants from the pee now blew from the butt and down the legs brown. It was watery, it stunk…Ms. Channy was humiliated. She cried and covered her crotch as people took photos and some laughed. She was in disbelief and shock.
“Ms. Channy!” the Principal yelled. She looked at him crying so hard she could not even hear him. She fell to her knees and covered her face.
“WHHHHHYYYYYY!” Ms. Channy screamed, crying harder than she ever had. She blamed herself since she would have gone numerous times if she was not so careless. “I’m so humiliated.” She got up. “I…I…oh my God! WHHHYYYYY!” She ran but slipped on her pee and fell on her face. Her clothes and reputation ruined.
Ms. Channy, high school history teacher, wet and crapped her pants.
The end. |
Decided to do another ending cause I love this story lol
Ms. Channy walked back into the school. Her sand less, tight white pants and shirt and black jacket tightly grasped over her sweating body. She did not get to use the donuts shop bathroom. She didn't know why she came back to this toiletless tourture chamber where her bladder was ready to explode! She could not stop shaking and every step hurt like hell as it sent a pulse like a punch to Channys bladder which was way past the limit. She felt any second she could pop. Her tummy visible, her tight white pants cutting into it like blades of fire. Between the physical pain and upcoming humiliation if she did not take care of this Channy was crying tears madly. Her face soaked, from tears and sweat. Her hair short but frizzled in a mess. "Mmmmm.....ah....mmmmeeeeeeee!" She moaned. The poor woman was having a nervous mental breakdown. Her brained fried, legs tight and hips shifting in those tight white pants that had a bulge over the waist, her tummy visible from under her shirt as it stuck out. Every teacher got to pee except her. All she thought was if she wet herself it would humiliate her too much. She could never come back to school and work. Her job, friends she made, gone. On top of that her kidneys and gut were on fire! "Oh....oh....n...n-no" her heart stopped and eyes widened, bouncing as she felt her belly ignite on fire. It was not just the pee. Channy had whispered "I got to poop!" The strain on her abdomen was causing many problems.
She tried to open the ladies room for students but locked out of order. Her head dropped as she did not know why she tried. The pressure increased in her bladder and belly. She almost screamed in pain as she felt as if from there she was splitting in two from top to bottom. Then she saw her belly. There was a crack in her skin. Veins that pulsed outwards dark blue. No one should hold in their pee this long. She felt the poop inside bubbling and boiling. This was getting serious. Such a huge, painful cramp she could no longer stand straight and was bent over a big. She saw the principal and asked him while crouched over and shaking "sssssssir....please, can you open the bathrooms?"
"Ms. Channy you know they're broken."
"Oh my God sir please PLEASE! I've had to go all day and hasn't gotten the chance. Please I'm on the verge of having an accident."
"There's only only an hour left of the day. I'm sure you can wait."
She was basically crying in front of him. She felt her crotch muscles giving out as she sweat all over. Her mouth dry. She saw one student pouring water from a container into his friends bottles, and the pouring water made her spurt a drop into her panties and she turned red and froze. Her heart pulsed uncontrollably from the panic. These two girls were looking in their friends locker that had pictures of the beach and ocean inside. Just seeing pictures of water reminded her of the noise and feeling and thus intense urge that overcame her. Another spurt as she shook and cried. Her legs crossed tight, but when she looked down her mind went into a spiral seeing a stain on her crotch. Ms. Channy knew she was going to pee herself very soon. Sweat dripped across her face as she felt nerves. She grabbed her crotch and people started to stare and caused great embarrassment for the poor teacher. One student walked by purposely gargling on his water since he was turned on by her desperation. SPURT SPURT SPURT into her panties once again and became very moist.
Ms. Channy took so long to find a teaching job and there were not many. But it was impossible to hold on any longer. "Oh my God, Please God not like this." She cried. I'm begging you!"
"Oh gosh that's so nasty!" A girl screamed, pointing at Ms. Channy from behind. Ms. Channy looked and her eyes popped out seeing a stain line of pee down her leg on the back. Then she started to feel her private area opening up against her might.
Ms. Channy tried to walk into her room and close the door. But a student stepped in front of her and held up a paper and asked "Ms Channy can you explain to me this passage of the revolution river crossing in 17-something?" Ms. Channy had her eyes shut and felt pee leaking out of her body.
"I'm sorry it's just, no...oh, oh no! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH NOOOOOOOOO! PLEASE NO NOT HERE AND NOW NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ms. Channy could no longer take it. Just like the plumbing in the school, her body's plumbing burst. Her legs were shot open as a huge force of pee shot out of her body, flooding her panties which then let out two rivers on each leg that flowed down her pants of hot pee. The release was not even relied, it was strain as she felt her cut painfully pump out huge loads over and over as she shook in an anxiety attack as her peers and students watched the poor teacher pee herself. It did not take long, her pants expanded as they filled with liters, gallons of urine and eventually the bottom of each leg opened up spreading the pee onto her feet, ruining her sandles, and making a puddle spread out from under her and everyone near her backed away. Ms. Channy totally soaked herself in front of all her students and fellow teachers, she was a disgrace, she lost control and was wetting herself like a child. The puddle grew to be about five feet wide, and people filmed and took pictures imminently posting online as they laughed. She would never live this down. It was over for her. "Oh God, no, no!" She cried trying to hold her crotch together. But no use. Pee poured out for almost two minutes leaving her with nothing but a belly ache. Towards the end her pants contained so much pee they let out sheets from her between her legs of pee fall and splash on the floor. Ms. Channy went to the bathroom in her pants and was humiliated.
Then, her belly growled and went into a huge pain. Everyone hears a huge farting noise as poop fired out of her ass. The butt of her pants expanded out turning dark brown I'm the dark, white color of her soaked pants, and the brown trailed down her legs. It stunk. Ms. Channy fell to her knees in defeat.
"Ms. Channy!" The principal yelled.
On her knees, face covered as she cried, she screamed, "WHY! I'm so humiliated, I-" but as she got up to run she slipped in her own pee and fell face first in it.
Ms. Channy's reputation was dead. So was her confidence. And her clothes.
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"Gotta pee, gotta pee.", Natsu spoke to himself as he shakingly turned the key and opened the door. He should've gone before boarding the train back to Magnolia from his quest but at least he was home now and he could relieve himself. He was already holding himself as he got rid of his shoes and ran to the bathroom to release the water held inside of his body.
He tried to open the door but it was locked. Panic got to him. He wouldn't be able to hold this much longer. Why on earth did his boyfriend Gray Fullbuster have to be taking a shower now. And why would he lock the door. Natsu knocked on the door and yelled "Gray! Open the fucking door, I'm practically wetting myself here!", But he didn't get an answer. Instead he heard Gray hum to the rhythm of his favourite song. That was when Natsu remembered Gray had those water proof headphones and mp3 player. He wouldn't be able to hear Natsu's desperate whines.
Natsu had loosened his belt by now in an attempt to hold it longer. He was a grown man, no way he would wet himself. Instead, he waited outside of the bathroom door. Sitting on his knees, legs pressed shut against each other while holding himself through his pants. But the sound of the running shower was pure agony for Natsu and his aching bladder. He had already been holding it for over four hours and his bladder had always been weaker than the rest of team.
He was rocking back and forth in an attempt to keep his mind on something other than the running shower and his painfully aching bladder. Damn it. If Gray wasn't finished soon, he would definitely burst. "Gray...", he whined. "Please hurry up."
The water of the shower sounded so hard and agonizing for his bladder and every minute it got harder to hold it. He wanted to just let it go but something in his mind made it so he couldn't. He thought back to when he was a kid with Igneel. He had often wet himself at night because he didn't want to wake up Igneel. That was, until Igneel would place a bucket in the cave for when Natsu had to go at night. Thinking back at it, it had been really sweet of the dragon. But he could use that bucket now too...
Natsu's focus had been lost for just a moment and suddenly, some drops of piss leaked out of his cock. Natsu stared down in shock and saw a tiny darkened spot on the crotch area of his pants. He started panicking now. He was wetting his fucking pants.
He threw the belt away and reached into his pants. He grabbed his semi hard cock and squeezed it. Now there wouldn't be any piss dripping out anymore. But Gray had to finish really quickly.
"Just... A little longer.", he told himself and tried his hardest to believe it too. A few more drips leaked put, even though he was still holding his cock. He needed to go right now. "Gray... I can't... I can't hold it anymore...", he whined. A small spritz came put and drenched his crotch area; but Natsu managed to regain control.

Tears of shame rolled down his face. Here he was; almost 20 years old and wetting his pants. Why couldn't he just hold it a bit longer. "G-Gray.", he sobbed.
His bladder was so full. And it hurt. The heat in his bladder made his legs feel cold and numb. He couldn't hold it anymore. Piss started to drip out and however Natsu tried his hardest to regain control again and stop the stream, it didn't work and the stream came out under pressure. Natsu let out a sigh in relief. It felt so fucking good to let go after holding it for so long. Too bad it had to be in his pants though. It felt good like nothing he had ever felt before. He felt the relief in his bladder but an euphoric feeling spread through all of his lower area. It almost felt like an orgasm, only longer and more intense.
The yellow stream that drenched his crotch, streamed down his legs and dripped on the ground in an already forming puddle. It felt so gross, feeling the liquid stream down his legs, but the feeling in his bladder was so good.
Before he had even realized it, he had drenched his pants in piss and was he sitting in a puddle of his own liquid. It was warm and gross and Natsu started sobbing like a little kid. The little kid that had just wet his pants.
Not even five minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Gray found Natsu sitting on the floor crying. At first he didn't see what was going on and knelt down next to Natsu. That was when he noticed the darkened spot on Natsu's crotch and the small puddle of urine Natsu was sitting in.
"Natsu. What happened?", Gray asked. "I returned from my quest and really needed to pee. But you locked the door and couldn't hear me with your headphones on so I tried to hold it till you finished showering but failed...", Natsu explained.
"It's okay now Natsu. I'm with you.", Gray told the pink haired male and hugged him. "How about you go wash up a bit and I'll clean up this mess here? Is that okay?", Gray asked. Natsu slowly nodded and got up. He walked into the bathroom like a zombie and started undressing. Before he got onto the shower, he glanced over to the toilet. If he had just been able to hold it five more minutes, he could've made it to the toilet. Another sob escaped him.
Gray cleaned up the puddle Natsu had made and a few drops that had dripped when Natsu had made his way to the bathroom. Then he took Natsu's clothes. Natsu's pants and the lower area of his overcoat were totally soaked so Gray thoroughly cleaned them before putting them in the washing machine.
When Natsu got out of the shower he set himself on fire to dry and didn't even bother to put on something more than the clean pair of boxers Gray had put down for him before going to bed. Gray followed him and while he was spooning the slightly smaller male he asked hum "How are you feeling now, Natsu?"
"Better. But... You aren't going to tell anyone about this, right?", Natsu asked. He needed to know for sure. He would be extremely embarrassed if someone knew. Especially Gajeel or Laxus. The teasing would never end. "Of course not. This is our little secret.", Gray whispered back and Natsu told him "Thanks." before falling asleep.
The next morning Gray had woken up long before Natsu and was now watching him squirm in pleasure as Gray slowly stroking Natsu through his boxers.
Natsu woke up and immediately noticed the strain in his boxers. This wasn't the normal strain of a morning wood, Gray had something to do with this. He knew for sure. He sighed and told Gray. "Gray, finish this quickly please. I need to use the bathroom and I can't go when my cock is like this."
Gray smirked, and Natsu knew that wasn't good. "You know Natsu. I thought it was really hot when you wet yourself last night...", Gray started and the memory of that made Natsu blush and made him aware of his almost full bladder at the same time.
"Did I trigger one of your weird kinks again?", Natsu casually asked. This had happened before... "I don't want to piss myself again."
"So it is okay if we do it in the shower? That way, you can clean up immediately after.", Gray proposed. "I guess...", Natsu said hesitantly but regretted it soon after as Gray picked him up bridal style and put him down in the shower, his face just an inch away from the wall.
Gray turned on the shower and the cold water hit Natsu's back. "Gray. I won't be able to hold it if you pain me by running water over my body.", Natsu told Gray. But Gray smirked again "You'll have to.", he said and stroked Natsu's cock a few more time, making him grunt in discomfort and pleasure.
Natsu was wiggling and squirming a bit when Gray inserted his first finger. Natsu grunted in clear discomfort now and Gray got worried. Maybe he should just let Natsu use the toilet before continuing. As if he had felt that Gray was hesitant, Natsu said "Don't stop. It'll feel good soon enough.". With newfound confidence, Gray inserted a second finger and started scissoring them and curling them until Natsu made a mewling sound. "That... feels even better than normal.", Natsu explained. Gray hummed "Your bladder presses against your prostate so it feels different and obviously more pleasurable.", Gray said and inserted his third finger. He turned and wiggled them around until he thought Natsu was stretched out far enough. He exited his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Natsu grunted and pleaded Gray "Gray. Please make this quick. I'm about to burst. It's starting to hurt a little."
Hearing this, Gray started moving agonizingly slow in and out of Natsu. If he knew one thing about Natsu, it was that his bladder was as small as a puppy's. And when he started to feel the need to piss, he would unconsciously put pressure on his bladder with his body which made him made him much more desperate in a short period of time. But the slow rhythm he had started started to pain himself too. So he started to move faster.
Natsu didn't know what to feel. He felt discomfort because his full bladder was jiggling while Gray was thrusting inside of him but at the same time it felt so good. He hadn't ever felt something this good. Like Gray had said earlier, his full bladder pressed against his prostate which 'stimulated' it from both sides. And every thrust Gray made was spot on, hitting his prostate (and bladder) with every forward movement of his hips. Natsu felt himself coming closer to his orgasm and he craved that sweet release so he could finally piss so he reached down his hand to stroke himself a little but Gray saw where his hand was going and took both of his hands only to hold them above his head. With his other hand, Gray squeezed down hard on Natsu's shift just as Natsu was about to shoot off his load.
Natsu growled as the sweet relief was denied and yelled at Gray "Why'd you do that. Just let me come so I can piss already!". Gray shook his head and said with a smirk "I'm afraid I can't do that Natsu. You won't get any relief until I came.". That said Gray started thrusting onto Natsu again but this time he felt Natsu squeezing his muscles down there on purpose so Gray would hit his climax quicker and he could release. Gray, who didn't tolerate dirty tricks like this, moved his hands to Natsu's front again and slid them down. Natsu hoped that this was the result of his clenching down there and that Gray would start stroking him because he was almost climaxing. But Gray didn't start stroking him. Instead, his hands rested on Natsu's swollen bladder, where now a clearly bulge was showing, and pressed on it. The need to pee, if even possible, tripled and Natsu shouted in pure agony.
Natsu's yelling and squirming and begging for release sounded so hot to Gray. He was so close. He pressed some more on Natsu's bladder to hear more of those sounds as he inched closer and closer to his orgasm. When he finally did orgasm, he denied Natsu's orgasm once more, making him whine. Everything was starting to hurt. His cock because his orgasm was denied twice from him; and his bladder, because he was full to the brim now.
Gray had orgasmed and backed off from Natsu's writhing body. He looked over to his little uke and saw him trying to touch himself without Gray noticing to relieve some of the aching pain in his cock at least. Gray demanded him to turn around so Natsu was now facing him and Gray reached out for Natsu's cock. He wrapped his hands around it and started stroking.
He looked up into Natsu's eyes and saw tears rolling down his face. He kissed them away and told his boyfriend "Don't worry Natsu. It'll be over soon now.". Natsu just hummed and nodded as he looked down to Gray's hand working on his length. Gray's other hand cupped Natsu's balls, squeezing and tugging them. In no more than a few minutes Natsu shoot off the white fluid and his legs gave in. Gray caught him just in time and held his body close. When he suddenly heard Natsu moan again and then sigh, before hearing a heavy stream splash down in the shower together with all the other smaller streams of the shower, he smiled and just held Natsu closer. He didn't even care if the urine streamed down his legs before hitting the ground.
Natsu was in the seventh heaven. The simultaneous release of his prostate and his bladder were to much for him. His legs gave in and luckily Gray was there to catch him. Now the hot piss was streaming out and ran over his legs but also over Gray's and he didn't even complain. It felt so good as he felt the piss run put of his bladder and made it shrink again. He put his arms around the raven haired male's back and sunk his nails in his skin. The stream was heavy and made a loud splattering noise as it fell on the shower floor. After a while Gray questioned "Still not done?". This brought the blush back to Natsu's face and he tried his best to stop the stream, resulting in it not stopping at all "It should be done soon.", he reassured Gray. He hoped it himself too.
After a while, the stream reduced to a trickle and Natsu pushed one more time on his bladder to get all of it out. His cock sprang up and pushed some more out before slowly letting the stream come to a stop and let his cock go totally flaccid.
When Natsu had finally caught his breath, he told Gray "We're totally doing that again. And next time, I'll make you hold it until you burst.". Gray blushed madly and managed to tell Natsu "Shut up. My little uke shouldn't talk like that.". Natsu laughed, and after a few moments, Gray started laughing too. They cleaned each other and went to the guild afterwards like nothing had happened. |
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Part 1: Exposition
It was the middle of midterm week at X University. Gabe was a second year pre-med major. He excelled in his studies, but also always had time for his friends, and for himself. He was short, stocky, and muscular. He had light brown hair, green eyes, and a kind smile, although he was not conventionally thought of as attractive. Gabe found that regular and intense exercize improved his memory and mental agility, so even during midterms week, he found time to lift weights.
Gabe finished his chemistry test on Wednesday morning and headed to the gym, as he had 2 hours before his next exam. He brought his gym bag along, and in it he had a half-gallon water bottle. Hydration was very important for exercize efficiency. He first ran a quick mile on the track, and then headed to the weight room. He warmed up all his muscles gradually, while drinking generously from his water bottle. He was starting to sweat quite a bit
In the middle of his exercize routine, he went for a casual bathroom break. As he stood at the urinal, though, his urge mounted severely, and he ended up peeing quite a strong stream for a while. Relieved, he went back to finish lifting weights, all while hydrating continuosly. Lifting weights made him less nervous about the upcoming exam. After all he was ready, and focusing on his body gave his mind a distration.
As he ended his exercizes, he felt a distration from his body though. He needed a rather urgent pee, in a relatively short time. Not thinking much of it, he relieved himself again, and took a shower. To his frustration, he needed another pee when he was done showering. Slightly worried at the frequency of his urges, he got dressed, and mixed his usual post-workout protein shake. He had 15 minutes to get to the other side of campus for his exam. He walked briskly while downing his shake.
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Part 2: Starting the test
Gabe made it to the lecture hall with a few minutes to spare. In that time, he used the bathroom again. He did not need to go that bad, but again his stream was surprisingly strong against the urinal, considering he had previously urinated at the gym.
Gabe grabbed a test booklet, sat down, took out his pencil, and waited for the exam to start. The anatomy exam was about body systems. When the professor told everyone to start, Gabe opened his book, and focused on answering he questions.
Half an hour passed in total silence, interrupted by the shuffling of papers. Gabe was very focused, so he did not notice that he was absebtmindedly shifting in his seat and shuffling his feet.
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Part 3: Gabe realizes his need
A little while later, about 35 minutes into a two hour test, Gabe was hit by an urge to pee. Gabe exhaled sharply, feeling an unpleasant twinge from his bladder. He shifted again in his seat, and leaned forward slightly. He could feel a tingling urge at the tip of his penis. Bathroom breaks were forbidden during exams, unfortunately, lest someone decided to cheat.
Gabe kept working on the test. He was answering questions about the cardiovascular system. His pulse increased slightly, in response to anxiety about not being allowed to pee. His urge was growing fast. There was a constant tension in his bladder, and a sharp urge at the tip of his penis. Gabe sighed and tried to slow down his breathing, hoping to calm down. Anxiety made the urge even worse. There was an hour and twenty minutes left of the test.
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Part 4: Urgency
The next 20 minutes passed without incident. Gabe was able to keep focusing on the test. Halfway through the test, however, a shiver of desperation passed through his body. He inhaled sharply as he felt his penis twitch slightly in his briefs in response to a wave of pressure from his bladder. As he shifted in his seat, his belt dug deeper into his bladder, causing his penis to twitch again. His bladder was getting hard. His body was tense, and his penis stiffened slightly due to his urgent need to urinate. Gabe crossed his ankles, and sat forward in his seat. There was one hour left of the test.
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Part 5: Desperation
Maybe if he finished up quickly, he could have his relief? Gabe tried to work through the questions quickly, but it was hard because he could barely focus. He had to reread questions multiple times, as the now immense urge to pee kept interrupting his thoughts.
He was done with the multiple choice part, and moved on to the short answer questions. His penis was now completely hard, and was pressing against his pants. The discomfort of having an erection was added to his discomfort at the overwhelming need to pee.
He was starting to go out of his mind with desperation. He was holding back so much pee! His bladder was hard to the touch, and was starting to spasm. He really really needed a urinal! At that thought, he bent double in his chair, and even went so far as to grab his penis briefly.
Still, he had to finish his test. Focusing as best he could, he made it through twenty more minutes. There were 35 minutes left of the test.
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Part 6: The test
In the next 10 minutes, Gabe squirmed contantly in his seat, crossed his legs, bounced his knees, loosened his belt, and grabbed his desperate penis.
He managed to get through the short answer part, and made it to the essay question: "describe the how the kidneys restore the sodium potassium balance in the blood, and eliminate toxins from the body."
Gabe had to grab his penis desperately just from reading the question. The question was basically asking how the kidneys filter blood and excrete waste through urine. All Gabe wanted to do was pee! And now he had to sit in this chair, hold all the pee in his bursting bladder, and write about kidney function.
To be continued |
Hello there everyone, this is just a quick story about a experience. Just to be clear with this, this is a real experience i will just be writing it in the form of a fictional story, but nothing will be exaggerated. I'm doing this just to feel more comfortable writing it.
So first let's go over the three friends, who we will call M, B, and N:
M is a average height (5"7'-5"-8') blonde girl who on this day wore grey Nike leggings and a white tank top. Has the weakest bladder.
B is a short brunette girl who wore black leggings a grey shirt and a thin black jacket. Has average bladder.
N is a black haired guy the same height as M who wore a black shirt and jeans. Has the strongest bladder.
And the final pieces of information and background about them three would be that all three are into omorashi but none of them know this until the end of this experience. The background for the story would be that a while back the three were together and driving home from a concert and M was very desperate which resulted in her having a accident in the car, B was taking pictures of it to embarrass her. This sparked an idea for B and planned out what would happen in this story. So here we go!
It was a Saturday night and M and N were heading over to a local amusement park to meet B, and as per her request they didn't use the bathroom for quite some time before coming. Upon getting there they find B and she explains her idea. She explains that she wants to do a contest that involves having to go thru the haunted house in the park and the reason she said not to use the bathroom would be because they r competing to hold it inside of the house, whoever walks thru the exit dry would get $50 from whoever wet. Even though this is what she said it wasn't her real plan, it was really to see the other two desperate through the house and get so scared they lose control, she didn't care about the money it was just to draw the other two in. Everyone agreed and made there way to the house, had to wait on a 30 minute line, they get to go inside and after waiting even longer all three were getting desperate to go.
The first few rooms were essentially total darkness that you had to walk through with no real scary things in it, the next room was dimly lit room with a bed in the corner and a girl with the appearance of a rag doll ontop of it who was moving like I guess a rag doll (lol) and screaming. Those rooms they got past easily.
The next room was set up like a Frankenstein/Dracula crossover room there was coffins, a surgery table with a person on it and a Frankenstein looking creature chain to the wall. There was also one coffin that was open but when you looked inside it was only black, just as B was about to walk past it a vampire looking guy jumps out it in front of her, turns out the black part of the Coffin was like a curtain, and she falls on her black and screams, and they vampire disappears just as quickly as he came out. As she starts to sit up they all realize that there's a puddle on floor that's constantly getting larger, when looking for the source you could see it continuously stream out of the crotch of her leggings. When finally done she stands back up M says "Just stay right there." And pulls out her phone to take pictures just like she did before. B says "Guys this is like really embarrassing, you two should just go now." Still trying to make them go but they refuse because of the money and continue on.
A few rooms over was sort of like a prison type of room, there were people in the organge suits and cells and everything like that. One of the cells only had a light in the front and the back of it was completely dark. While they are all looking at the particular cell there is a voice coming from it that said "Hey pretty girl", Which got the attention of M and B and while they were focused on the cell a man with multiple burn scars on his face lunged at the cell door with a shank object in his hand, when this happened M put her head down and arms over it and stood there frozen in fear, until the others noticed that the grey fabric of her leggings was getting darker, and the spot starting at her crotch was getting bigger, spreading fast, it was much more noticeable then B accident, the entire front of those grey leggings were now dark, her butt had soaked enough to be able to see the faint pink color of her panties. When she finished she was able to move again. This accident was much bigger than her first one so as she tiptoed her way out of her puddle she screamed at the others that they better not tell anyone.
There was only one room left in the house and it was a graveyard looking room, pretty weird honestly and out of place and nothing actually happened in it besides some people rising thru graves. But after this room was just a long corridor with the exit at the end. The two girls, both wearing drenched leggings were behind N while walking down the corridor. B says to M "We gotta make him go, we can't have the boy beat us." So the agree and make a plan, M pushes him over and sits ontop of him and B holds back his arms as M tickles him to try to make him go. As he's laughing that's when he lets go and M can feel her ass getting more wet since she's on his crotch so she gets up to see the spread across his jeans, he continues to go for about a minute until finally stopping. N says he will get back at them later as they all walk out the house in soaked pants with no winner.
After this experience they all see how fun this could be together and have several more holding games and contest from this point on.
Thanks for reading!
Edited June 23, 2017 by Hyde
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I found some more attack on titan omorashi fanfictions from my FF.net account! I wrote this one quite a while ago so I'm sorry for any formatting issues; I copied and pasted on mobile so fingers crossed it'll look fine once I submit it. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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Torchlight flickered across the stone walls, its light hardly reaching the inside of the cell Eren Jaeger was currently locked in. Eren still didn't know exactly where he was, but he had surmised that it was some sort of dungeon. There were no windows, and the coolness of the air pointed to him being somewhere underground. He was alone, other than the two guards positioned outside the cell door. Captain Erwin and the soldier Erwin had called Levi had been gone for quite a while, leaving Eren alone to think things over.
He was tired of thinking in circles when he tried to figure out how he suddenly had the ability to turn into a titan. The times he had been inside the titan's body, steering and controlling it, were a confusing haze of events. He didn't remember anything from his first time as a titan. His second time had been a split-second decision, like a reflex. He wasn't sure how long it had actually lasted, but he didn't think it had been very long. Mikasa and Armin hadn't moved from inside the cage-like structure the titan's ribs had created by the time Eren had emerged. And Eren only vaguely remembered dropping that huge boulder in place to block the hole in the gate of Wall Rose as a titan. The irony. He thought bitterly. Turning into the very thing I swore to wipe out...
Exhausted, confused, and unable to distract himself any longer, Eren sat up. The chains attached to the manacles around his wrists clanked loudly as he moved. One of the guard glanced at him for a moment, then turned back around.
"Er...excuse me." Eren spoke loudly, trying to get the attention of one of the guards. Neither of them turned around, but Eren knew they could hear him. "I have to pee." Eren jiggled his leg slightly. He had been needing to go for quite some time now, but had been ignored the first time he had brought it up. Now, though, Eren was finding it increasingly difficult to deal with the pressure in his bladder. He had spotted a bucket on the floor hours ago, but it was placed in the corner of the room, beyond the reach of the chains keeping him restrained. The chains were just long enough that they technically allowed him to get out of bed (with one arm stretched awkwardly toward the opposite side of the bed). Definitely not long enough for him to reach the bucket. Eren cast a longing look toward the bucket and shoved his hands into his crotch, wanting to avoid making a mess of the clothes he was wearing and the bed he'd been stuck in. He cleared his throat loudly. One of the guards turned around, looking at him with irritation.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I have to pee." Eren repeated. The guard rolled his eyes.
"You're grown, aren't you? Just hold it." the guard turned back around.
"But-"
"Shut it, you." the other guard spoke, not looking at him.
"Please, if you'd just bring that bucket over here, I could..."
"You tryin' to tell us what to do?" the first guard, a man of average height with short, dirt-colored hair asked.
"No, sir, I just..." Eren fidgeted, "Please, it'll only take a minute..."
"Can you believe this crap?" the shorter guard spoke to the other. "Of course we'd be the one assigned to guard duty for this freak."
"Monster needs to mind it's place." the other guard said. He was quite tall, very muscular, and had his dark blonde hair tied back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Eren sighed and stared down at his bare feet, anxiety building. His bladder was very full, since the last time he had emptied it had been just before the battle in Trost had begun. How long ago was that? He wondered. And what happened? I hope everyone is okay... Eren knew that Armin and Mikasa were safe, at least. They had both been there when he had emerged after blocking the hole in the wall. They had been there when the Military Police had hauled him off as well. After the MP's had cuffed him, though, he didn't remember much.
A sharp throb from his bladder interrupted his thoughts. Eren fidgeted and grasped his dick through his pants, trying to keep from leaking. He squirmed. His bladder was nearing it's limit. Eren knew he wouldn't be able to hold it for much longer. He really wanted to avoid making a mess he'd have to sit in for who knew how long, but his bladder was actually beginning to hurt. Eren glanced up anxiously. He wished he could get into a different position, but of the options he had, sitting with his legs folded and his hands in his crotch was his best option. Laying on his back with his legs crossed had worked for a while, but he couldn't hold his crotch while he was laying down because of the restriction of the chains.
"Please," he begged, "I really need to go."
"Stop whining and shut up." the guard with the ponytail barked. Eren quieted, rocking back and forth slightly. His movements caused small squeaks from the bed frame and rattling from the chains, but the guards paid him no attention.
"Come on, it'll only take a minute!" Eren said frantically. His bladder gave a violent spasm suddenly, causing Eren to leak into his underwear. He gasped in surprise and squeezed himself harder. He bit his lip and moaned, unbelievable desperate. Neither of them responded. Eren's gaze darted around as he tried to figure out something he could do. I can't hold it. Eren thought, squirming. There has to be something I can do... He shifted suddenly, sliding off the right side of the bed. He continued to grasp himself with his right hand, stretching his left arm out as the manacle tugged at his wrist. Standing caused the pressure in his bladder to increase, and he moaned quietly. Oh God...I'm going to piss myself... Eren squirmed and rubbed his thighs together, trying to undo his pants with one hand.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the shorter guard asked.
"Trying to piss." Eren gritted his teeth and struggled with the waistband on his pants.
"On the floor?" the guard gave him a look of disgust.
"You guys having fun down here?" a female's voice drifted down the hall.
"Hardly." the guard with the ponytail muttered.
"This asshole won't give us a break." the shorter one said.
"Oh?" A short, thin girl walked into view. She wore a light gray collarless shirt under her jacket and had red hair that was in a short braid down the back of her neck. She turned to look at him. Eren froze, his legs crossed tightly and his right hand still fumbling with the waist band of his pants. She looked at him, puzzled. "What's going on?"
"Kid keeps bitching about needing to piss." the guard with the ponytail said. The girl rolled her eyes.
"Seriously, Hans? And you two won't let him?" the girl glanced at Eren. "Sorry about these guys." she punched Hans on the shoulder and held out her hand. "Give me the keys." Hans rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, Lana." Hans reached into his pocket. "If you wanna babysit that's your business." he handed her the keyring. Eren squirmed in place.
"Please hurry..." he said quietly, still fidgeting. Lana unlocked the cell door and closed it behind her before she approached him.
"Yikes, that bad, huh?" she asked, looking at him sympathetically. Eren nodded, moving his hand from the waistband of his pants to his crotch again as several drops leaked out. He squirmed desperately. Lana reached toward his left wrist, quickly unlocking the manacle. Eren's hand darted to his crotch. "Here you go." Lana stepped toward the corner of the room and slid the bucket toward him with her foot.
"Thank you." Eren's voice was strained as he unbuttoned his pants. He uncrossed his legs and pulled himself from his underwear, aiming into the bucket. The moment his legs were uncrossed he had begun leaking, and he started urinating full-force as soon as he had aimed himself. Pee thundered into the bucket loudly, turning into a splashing sound as soon as the bottom of the bucket was full of pee. Eren relaxed as his bladder emptied, sighing with relief. As his bladder emptied he realized the girl was watching him. He glanced at her uncomfortably.
"Sorry." she said. She shifted her gaze to the wall across from her, but still watched him out of the corner of her eye. "We're supposed to keep an eye on you at all times, especially if we have you unchained. That's why those idiots are supposed to be the ones to do this." Eren nodded and glanced down at the bucket. It was nearly half full when his stream began to slow. He sighed as the last bit of pee left his bladder, relieved. Eren shook himself off and tucked himself back into his underwear. He zipped and buttoned his pants, then sat down on the bed.
"Thank you." Eren said, looking at her gratefully.
"Mmhm." Lana took his left wrist and cuffed him again. "Sorry about those idiots." She smiled at him briefly before exiting the cell and locking the door behind him. "Seriously you two, he's a prisoner and all but come on. Don't treat him like he's less than an animal." she tossed Hans the keys.
"He is less than an animal." the shorter guard said. "He's a damn titan."
"He isn't right now. So shove it and stop acting like assholes."
Eren listened to them argue for a while, until the guard called Hans left, leaving Lana to take up his post. Eren laid down on the bed and closed his eyes, too exhausted to think any longer. He'd mull everything over again after he got some rest.
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I DONT OWN FRUITS BASKET
They were on a long car trip. It took a long time to get to the lake house and not using the bathroom before leaving is a big mistake. But as luck would have it, not only did Yuki not go before leaving the house but he had the worlds tiniest bladder and his bladder didn't last even if he did go before leaving. They were only half way there. Shigure was driving (cause somehow he got a drivers license) and tohru was in the passengers seat. Somehow they thought that it was a good idea to leave Kyo and Yuki next to each other. Kyo noticed that Yuki was figeting. Normally this was normal, they would stop at a QT(I DONT OWN QT) or a racetrack(I also don't own racetrack) since he had such a weak and small bladder and couldn't hold it as long as others could, but this time was different. For starters he normally had to go when they were closer to the lake house than this and that's when he starts to have to go and also he would tell shigure he had to go once he started figeting but he seemed to be quite about it.
"Yuki are you ok?" Kyo whispered not wanting the whole car to 1, hear him being nice to the rat and 2, to have there attention on the 2 because it might embarrass Yuki.
"yeah I'm ok." Yuki replied also whispering. His figeting increased as the went over a speed bump.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" Kyo whispered.
"yeah but I'll be ok until we get there." Yuki whispered.
"no you won't. Your already figeting. You'll end up with an accident if you don't tell shigure now." He whispered
"I said I'll be fine so stay out of it." Yuki snapped but was still whispering
"what are you two whispering about?" Shigure asked "your love for each other?" He liked to tease them. Kyo was about to say what they were talking about when Yuki responder.
"death treats." He said. He was struggling to not figet.
"please don't actually kill each other." Tohru said.
"don't worry miss Honda we won't." Yuki said.
Shigure and Tohru turned back around to face the front and Yuki went back to figeting. An hour passed which meant they had one hour left till they got to the lake house. Kyo kept hearing Yuki whimper. At first he thought it was annoying but after a while he started to feel bad for the young rat.(OMG it's a miracle.) he asked if he could hold it and the rat just nodded. But Kyo knew his cousin better to know he couldn't hold it. Shigure was starting to get worried. Normally by now Yuki would have said he had to use the bathroom. They had passes all the gas stations there would be for another 30 minutes. Kyo was about to pretend to have to go to the bathroom so Yuki would go to when shigure spoke.
"Hey Yuki. You doing alright?" Shigure asked not taking his eyes off of the road.
"yeah I'm ok" Yuki replied.
"there's not going to be any gas stations for another 30 minutes. Ok?" Shigure said
"ok. That's fine." Yuki said but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it that long.
Shigure was now really worried. Yuki had drunk a whole bottle of water before they left. There was no way that he didn't have to use the bathroom. It had only been 25 minutes. They were now 5 minutes from the closest gas station. Kyo noticed that Yuki at this point had his hands between his legs,legs crossed,and was figeting a lot. Kyo was going to say he had to use the bathroom so Yuki could go when Yuki cut off(poor Kyo. Can't say anything without being cut off).
"um shigure." Yuki said
"Yes Yuki?" Shigure said. He knew what Yuki was going to ask.
"could we, um stop at the gas station" Yuki asked.
"of course. Do you need to use the bathroom?" Shigure asked
"yeah." Yuki said.
"do you need to go really bad." Shigure asked worried about his cousin. Yuki just nodded in response forgetting his older cousin couldn't see him.
"are you going to answer." Shigure asked. Not knowing he had nodded.
"he nodded" Kyo said.
"ok then. Kyo go in with him." Shigure said expecting him to yell and decline.
"fine." Kyo said.
They finally arrived at the gas stating.(they went to shell which I don't own) Kyo got out on his side and some what helped Yuki out of the car. They went into shell(again I Don't own shell). Yuki would slow down every 5 seconds. He had waited way to long to say he needed to use the bathroom and now he was paying the price. Whenever Yuki stopped to make sure he didn't wet himself, Kyo would stop to make sure he was ok. Then they would keep walking. They got to the bathrooms and they tried to door but it was locked.
"Can you hold it?" Kyo asked Yuki.
"I don't know. I can try. I waited to long before saying anything." Yuki said. He looked like he was panicking which surprised the cat because Yuki usually was kept together and didn't panic but this was new to see from the rat.
"calm down ok. That was a stupid question for me to ask. I know you can." Kyo said.
"thanks" Yuki said
The person came out of the bathroom and Yuki practically ran in. Kyo waited 2 minutes for Yuki to come back out but he never did. He started to get worried.
"Yuki. Are you ok in there?" Kyo asked knocking on the door. He could hear silent sobs(don't ask how he can hear it if it's silent. It just sounded right and I wanted to annoy my brother.) coming from the bathroom.
"Yuki what's wrong. Can you unlock the door please." Kyo says as a clicking noise is heard. He tries to open the door but can't.
"Yuki did you just lock the door. Come on let me in ok. I just want to make sure your ok." Kyo said. Another clicking noise is heard and this time the door is unlocked. He opens the door to find Yuki in the floor crying. Kyo closes the door and locks it then walks over to Yuki wondering what's wrong. Then he saw a dark spot on Yuki's pants. He realized why Yuki was crying.
"Shh it's ok. It was an accident. Do you want me to go get some clothes from your bag." Kyo asked. Yuki just nodded.
"ok" Kyo said and he left the bathroom. He got to the car and asked shigure to open the trunk.
" Do you need Yuki's bag? It's on the top. I always put it on the top just in case." He grabbed a pair of pants,boxers,and his inhaler incase he cried to the point he had an attack. He went back to the bathroom. He knocked on the door.
"Yuki its me. I'm coming in." He went in and Yuki was still how he had left him.
"Here you go. Do you want me to stay or leave." Kyo asked
"I um. Can you um..."Yuki started but was interrupted.
"you want me to stay?" Kyo said and Yuki nodded. He started to change and was embarrassed that he had just wet his pants and he was having Kyo help him. Kyo could tell that he was tense so he tried to lighten the mood.
"There is one good part in having a small bladder." Kyo said
"what?" Yuki asked
"if you do have an accident you might get away with people thinking you didn't. Do you get what I mean or am I talking nonsense."yuki laughed a little
"I get what you mean. I guess your right." Yuki said.
"but why did you wait so long."Kyo asked
"I thought i could wait but I was wrong and I didn't get to go at home so that made it even worse." Yuki said and they left the bathroom. They got in the car and it was silent. They finally got to the lake house and no one brought up what happened.
I HOPE YOU LIKED IT. THIS WAS MY FIRST FANFIC ON THIS WEBSITE. IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS AND I FINALLY DID.
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Valin woke up on a chunk of black and white tile. Not cheap linoleum or some plastic. Marble tiles. Valin felt pain across her body. It was unimaginable. She felt like she had been stomped on by a giant. She rose slowly and eyed her surroundings. She took a step forward and jumped back when she realized she'd been about to step into empty space. She saw around her, fragments of objects, furniture, walls, and other things. She felt an icy cold sensation behind her and gasped aloud as she felt a length of cold metal wrapping around her throat.
It pulled tight, cutting off all air. Valin quickly elbowed behind her and felt only cloth. She pulled at the chain, loosening it and allowing in a few precious breaths before it was yanked back into place. Thinking quickly, Valin grabbed the chain and flipped her assailant, sending it soaring over her head. She tore the chain off and faced the attacker. All she saw was an empty black cloak, hovering in the air, the depths of its cowl staring into her soul. "Hello worthy one," a thin rasping voice whispered to her. "Who the hell are you? Where am I? Why did you try to choke me!" "Patience little one, and all will be revealed. My name is Nye, and you are in the void. This place was once occupied by my home, before it was shattered in a great battle many years before. Now all that is left is what you see before you. After your accident I saved you from the threshold of death by bringing you here and using my very limited powers to stop your injuries from killing you. Sadly I cannot heal you and can only delay the inevitable. However I will offer you a bargain to save your life, and to gain the power to bring justice to those you see fit of having it." "Alright," Valin replied. "I'll hear you out. However you still didn't answer my question. Why save me and then try to kill me?" The cloak chuckled mirthlessly before replying "I had to test whether you were worthy of what I was offering. I have watched you and seen your drive, your lust for justice, and your futility. By choking you I tested whether you had the abilities to get me what I want. You see, you have the ability to restore my home to what it was. It was a grand place occupied by myself and my friends. You see, there is something we both want. Power. If you restore my house, I shall provide you with abilities beyond your imagination. And then some. And I will have a place to live, and a friend who can help me in my quest to bring even more glory to the house." Valin paused for a long moment and considered her response. "Nye, you have yourself a deal." If cloaks could smile, than this one would be grinning from ear to ear. "Excellent," it breathed. "Picture what you wish the house to look like and it shall appear as such." Valin stretched out her hand and the rubble organized itself and refitted into its original arrangements. It whizzed through the void and formed into the shape of a hall, with walls of a dark hickory, tables of red granite, checkerboard patterned floors, white cushioned chairs and divans, and an imposing door set into the wall. "Good," Nye said pleasantly. "Take that door to the left and inside you will find a healing tub. Sit in it and it will restore you to your original condition." "Thank you," Valin said before bowing and entering the door.
She quickly went in and threw off her skirt and shirt before hopping into the water. It seemed as if the pool had been hewn from a single piece of stone, for there were no joints she could see. It seemed to be pretty deep, and had a dark shadowy patch shaded under an overhang in the tub. It was a perfect temperature in the pool and Valin slowly lazed back and thought. She realized that in all the stress since getting hit and shaping a whole new world she had forgotten about rushing out the door. She had to pee. Badly. She twined her legs together and held it in. She had been sitting in the pool for a decent amount of time when she chose to look at her arm. It had previously had a large gash in it, but now, the flesh was knitting itself back together. "This must be that healing magic Nye talked about" she thought to herself. "Hello" Nye's voice said emerging from a shadow. Valin gasped in shock and pressed her legs tightly together as she felt her bladder attempt to give out on her from the shock. "My apologies if I startled you, however you should get used to it. At no time are you truly safe here. This house will always be testing you to determine if you are worthy to reside in it and wield its power. I see your wounds are tending nicely and you shall be well soon. It is now that I should explain what I give you as my side of the bargain. Seeing as you are worthy, I have seen fit to give you powers I reserve only to the mistress of the house. You have speed that would make a sprinter jealous, endurance greater than a beast of the depths, strength to bring envy to the mightiest of your kind, a resilience to all manner of hexes and enchantments unmatched by even the greatest of heroes, and the ability to fade from sight, visible as only a flitting shadow. And you have me." "What would a ragged old piece of cloth give me?" Valin asked sarcastically. "By wearing me as a cloak or cape if you will, I will provide you with advice, wisdom, battle sense, and witty banter. I will also aid you in bringing more power to the house and yourself. There is however a catch to this power." "There always is" she muttered. "There is a ball of chains tattooed into your back. As you use your powers, these chains will grow across your body. Once they cover all your limbs they shall begin to reach around your neck. If the chains connect at the back of your neck, than you shall incarnate. You shall gain access to infinite power from the house. However you shall become the essence of this place. Everywhere you go, you will judge others for their worthiness, doing battle with them and slaying them if they fail to meet your standards. After all, only the strong survive here. This condition will where off after 12 hours, however if you wish to be a true hero I would advise avoiding this. There is one last tool in your arsenal," Nye said while setting a jagged mask made of dark iron onto the table. "This mask, when worn, will multiply your powers by one hundred. You will move so fast that it will feel as if time has stopped around you. You will throw cars and be able to do all this without fatigue. However there are catches. You will return to your normal, human durability, so I advise you don't get hit. And your chains will grow much more quickly." With that, Nye folded himself up and set down on a chair. Valin quickly stuffed a hand into her crotch and pressed down on her pee hole. It was at that point she felt the water stir and a scaly hand alighted on her thigh. Valin screamed and stared down as an impish creature clawed her thigh and moved to sink its teeth into her knee. She felt a slight spurt escape her and clamped shut before any more came out. She lashed out, and punched the creature in its bulbous round eye. It hissed and scampered off, as Valin gave it a kick while it ran. It released a howl and vanished into the darkness at the bottom. A deep growling noise came from where it vanished, and she saw a large tentacle emerging from the shadows, moving in her direction. With that Valin let out a little chirp and scrambled out of the water. She saw the tentacle receding and was very glad she managed to escape, since she had no doubt she didn't want to see the whole creature.
Realizing she was the only person in this place, Valin quickly darted out of the poolroom clutching Nye and the mask. She entered into a room with a one marked on the door. She opened the cabinets in the room and found them filled with billowing shirts and pants, along with maroon undergarments. Everything seemed to fit her surprisingly well. "Alright Nye, I'm human and I really need to use the bathroom. Can you please tell me where one is?" The cloak moved until it fit over her shoulders and lightly settled down, moving its chain across the front of her throat to hold it in place. "We don't have one," Nye simply stated. "I'm a piece of cloth what would I need one for." "Fair enough," Valin panted, moving a hand into her trousers to cup her girlhood. "How do I leave here so that I can get to one?" "Alright, walk out into the main entryway to the right wall" Valin walked to that point and found thirteen swords set on the wall. Each one was monstrously long, anywhere from six to eleven feet. "Grab the first sword, the one with the golden inlay. Her name is Mithra and she is yours. Don't look at me like that, you will be able to wield her fine. Your new strength sees to that. If you need her, hold out your right hand and call out to her in your mind. She will appear in your hand and you can defend yourself and others. If you drop her, she will return here to this rack. To leave and enter the house, hold her over your head and cut slowly through the air. It will tear a hole in the fabric of reality and let you return to the real world. Whenever you travel between here and there you will return to where you carved your portal, so be wary of where you place it." Valin hefted Mithra up, and cut downwards, opening a slash in the air which appeared in the alleyway she had been lying in. Clutching herself she hopped through the slash before it shut. She then felt a massive explosion shake the ground around her, startling her and causing another leak to seep out. Valin quickly held herself and stood very still and waited until the urge passed before getting moving. She looked out of the alley and saw the notorious villain TNT tossing sticks of dynamite into store windows and giggling gleefully at the carnage. "Stop!" Valin called as she held forth her massive sword. She knew she was in a bad way when it came to her bladder, however she would have to suck it up. People needed her. "Who're you?" the villain asked curiously "Are you some new wannabe hero, who thinks they're so special? Come on over here and go one v one with ole mister boomstick, and I'll teach you just how lacking you are little girl."
"That's it." Valin thought as she channeled her new powers. She felt an icy cold seep through her as she picked up speed, aiding her as she travelled faster than a speeding train. The cold however, wasn't doing her bladder any favors. It spurted once, and then again. Valin tried to clamp her lips more tightly together, however there's only so much you can do when you're fighting a man tossing TNT at you. "You're pretty quick," said the villain with a mad cackle. "I've almost hit you a couple times though. Sadly, almost only works in horseshoes and hand grenades. Luckily, I have hand grenades!" He grabbed a bomb and threw it ahead of Valin. She saw it land and gasped as it exploded, sending her flying. She landed on the ground and slid into a wall. "Ding Dong the witch is dead!" TNT cheered loudly. Valin felt a massive gush escape her bladder. "No, no, no, no, no..." she thought as she felt the pressure in her bladder go down as it emptied all over her new clothes. In the end she was a hot wet mess. With that her anger reached a crescendo. "He humiliated you." Nye whispered simply. "Teach him a lesson, and show him no one messes with the house." With that Valin rose. "Ready for round two?" the villain asked joyfully. Valin reached into the cloak and removed the mask. She slid it on and felt massive new wells of power flow through her. She held Mithra in one hand and ran forward so quickly that if you blinked you would have missed it. As she ran she took hold of Mithra in both hands and rammed it through TNT, until she had him impaled six feet through the sword. She then flicked the blade and sent him flying up thirty feet, until he landed on the asphalt with a sickening crunch. He lay there, as his blood pooled around him and his life seeped away. "My work here is done," Valin said as she turned and walked away.
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Thanks Bellatrix, glad you like it!
"Pass the scalpel." Valin calmly handed the instrument to her professor. They were practicing their coronary bypass grafting procedures on a model, and she couldn't afford to mess up. What with her recently taking on the mantle of a superhero she had missed a couple classes, which had caused her grades to suffer. "Remember students, how important it is to be extremely careful and precise with your movements. One wrong cut could be the difference between saving the patient and prematurely ending their lives." "Yes Mrs. Inkle," the students replied.
"Valin, could you please describe what the surgery we are doing fixes?" the professor inquired. "Certainly. The coronary bypass graft is a procedure that is used when plaque hardens in the blood vessels near the heart. We are cutting a path around it for blood to flow through." "Very good. And this last cut should wrap up the procedure. Any questions?" No one replied. "That will be all, you may go now."
Valin stepped out into the light. It was midday, probably about one. She drew up the cowl on her cloak and felt a chain tighten against her neck. "God she droned on for so long. Let's go kill someone or find a powerful artifact." "No Nye, I'm a hero, not some petty lowlife villain. I don't run that way." "Fine," Nye huffed. "You're so boring. Why did the most worthy person in the city have to be some goody two shoes who isn't willing to take what she wants. Why do you even still live in that dingy apartment of yours? The house is a much nicer place than that. Even if every other night you wake up to someone strangling you." "I need to keep some appearance of being normal. Let's go get something to eat." Valin stepped off into a side alley and extended her hand. After only a second or two, a massive sword dropped into her hand. Quickly scanning for people, she raised the sword up into the air and opened a portal.
After jumping through, the portal closed with a snap. Nye sighed contently and moved away from Valin until he was hovering in the air. "Always good to be home. If you are hungry follow me. And bring the sword." Valin looked at him quizzically and walked behind him. "There are many areas of this place you have yet to visit. Some rooms contain guardians whose power can be taken if they are defeated. Others are bedrooms for people like you to live here. However for the moment you are alone." Nye slipped under a door on the side of a hallway, and waited until Valin had opened the door and stood beside him. Before them was a massive clearing, with a giant tree in the middle. On that tree were peaches of all shapes, sizes, and colors. At the foot of the tree what appeared to be a man lay sleeping.
"Karnatas. Get up! You have a challenger." Nye called. "Huh? I haven't had a challenger for a long time." Karnatas said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I have no intent on challenging anyone," Valin protested. "I just want to grab some food." "That's no how things work around here," Karnatas rumbled. "If you want something you have to fight for it and prove yourself worthy. Tell me, are you worthy of eating my food!" With that Karnatas rose, until he stood about 10 feet tall. He hefted a battle axe in one hand and a Warhammer in the other.
Valin quickly raised her sword and sized up her foe. Upon closer examination Karnatas seemed to be a massive patchwork creation, stitched together from numerous pieces of material and having large visible holes scattered across his body. However that wasn't really important in the grand scheme of things. What was important was the massive steel hammer moving extremely quickly at her face. Valin drew on her strength and threw herself backwards ten feet, before drawing on speed to dash forward and swing Mithra at the beast. Karnatas parried easily and taunted Valin, saying "Ha, with moves like that you'll never be able to even get close to those peaches!"
Valin darted back and considered her options. Karnatas was wielding two weapons which meant he could both block and attack at the same time, albeit with a little difficulty. Nye had mentioned at one point that there was an armory she could draw upon should she need a different weapon. Now seemed like one of those scenarios. Valin ran forward, hefting Mithra and swinging it to the left with all her strength. Karnatas moved both his weapons to that side in an effort to block. While he was distracted Valin moved her right hand and pictured a rapier. With a glimmer, a small sword fell into her hand, and she shifted it up until it hovered at Karnatas throat. "Bravo!" Nye and several other floating cloaks were hovering nearby watching. "Well done," Karnatas said simply, laying down his arms and moving to the side. "You are free to eat."
"So there's going to be no dragons that try and eat me if I touch the fruit, no floating swords that eviscerate me, or a fire giant that burns me alive?" Valin asked honestly. "No, no, try the coat closet for that last one." Nye chuckled. "What?" Valin asked, alarmed. "Nothing." replied he replied innocently. Valin dropped Mithra and reached up, plucking a low hanging fruit from its branch. She bit into it, and tasted a fulfilling taste, not like any fruit that she had ever had before. It tasted like everything she loved, and more. "That's wonderful," Valin said, staring at the fruit. "Enjoy it while you can. Every time you want to eat while you're here, you'll have to fight him. And while I've never dueled him. I've heard he gets remarkably strong the more you battle."
Valin walked through the house, looking at various doors as she walked past them. Eventually she felt exhaustion creeping up on her and realized that she had been up for quite some time, and engaged in a duel with a massive sack cloth monster. She staggered about until she finally came across her room. She threw open the door and was about to pass out on the bed, when she realized something was off. Suddenly awake, Valin walked out of her room and look at the sword rack. There were only 12 swords.
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Prologue
Where is it? I swear it was around here somewhere... oh crap. I waited way too long, I should've gone at home. Of all days, of all places....oh no. I can't hold this much longer.
Part 1
9 hours.
A 9 hour shift. With no breaks. This has to be illegal. But hey, thats the thing with small businesses. There's no one to regulate this shite besides the owner and he's the mother fucker who gives out the shifts. It's not what I expected when I got the job in the convience store but hell, I need the money and upfront cash is better than anything else.
9 hours in a boiling hot store with only a fan to keep me cool. Great.
I brought myself a big 2l bottle of pepsi and some extra money incase I needed another. I love not having a uniform to wear. As long as its nothing offensive then we can wear whatever we want. I wore some grey yoga pants and a pink tight t-shirt with my blonde hair tied up into a ponytail. Warm day, best to bring some spare clothes so I slipped a black top and pair on light blue jeans. Arriving at roughly 6 in the morning, I found the heat hitting me immediatly. I know the guys cheap but he could at least get an ac unit. I start taking long sips of the water as I start moving out new stock
Potato chips, booze, dog toys? Puppy pads? Why the fuck are we selling these? After putting out a large stack of Christmas cards (Its April?!) I take my seat behind the counter and the long day begins.
The customers trickle in, hour by hour until 8 where a line begins to form. Some tourists off a bus perhaps? One of them, a small thin woman of Asian descent, nervously approaches the counter.
"Is there a bathroom I can use here?" She sounds so timid. You're like 20 something, is it that embarressing to need a piss?
"I'm sorry there's no bathroom here. Try Burger King around the corner" I mutter, monotone.
She gives me the brightest smile I've ever seen and thanks me for my help. It alleviates my bad mood until it makes me think of peeing. Shit.
This is my biggest weakness. If someone even mentions they need a pee, I start to need it as well. I feel a slight nudge of my bladder and I find myself suddenly crossing my legs. There's no customers about so I stand and walk around the store. This helps calm me down so I can just go back to sitting down and enjoying my boredom.
"God, I wish we had wifi. All I need right now is some entertainment." I think as I finish my second book of sudoko puzzles. My mouth feels dry so I reward myself with a large gulp of coke.
Refreshing. My phones buzzes. A text?
"Hey it's Tyler. Watch out for the predictable coincidence thats gonna make you need to pee more"
What? Who the fuck is Tyler?
"Excuse me do you sell pants?"
A voice, hoarse from crying, distracts me from the text. In front of me is a brown haired girl, cute as hell, with a large dark patch on the front of her jeans.
"You spill a drink? It'll dry out. It's a warm day" I question.
"Erm...no. I..." Oh. Oh, I get it now.
"We don't sell them, but I can give you my spare pair. They might be a little big but its better than what you've got on now." I pass my spare jeans to her and let her get cleaned up in the back room. A good deed a day keeps the devil away.
This was not true as my bladder began to pulse. I realized I'd drank that 2l bottle of coke. All of that liquid in my tiny bladder. There was a reason I was known as "Pee pants" throughout the entire of school. Only through preperation have I ever avoided pissing myself. It was mostly just leaks but occasionally, I'd have a puddle surrounding me and pee dripping off my shoes.
I slammed both hands into my crotch and pressed down hard. Damn. 5 hours into a 9 hour shift with no bathroom breaks and this starts happening...actually when you say it like that, this was inevitable. Why did I have to wear a gray? A small droplet of pee squeezes its way into my pink underwear and rests in the linen. This is bad. This is really bad.
For the next hour I'm forced to deal with being near dehydrated and desperate for a piss at the same time. At the end of the hour, I knew what I had to do. I drank. I had to or I'd pass out. And as I did, it came right out. As if the water going into me was pushing water out. I could feel a large spurt pushing its way through my underwear and into my yoga pants. My face burnt red with shame as a customer wandered in.
I was practically crying when he finally got to the counter. He bought himself some gum and left. Humilation? For gum? I looked down at my pants and saw what I dreaded. A large frisbee shaped wet patch was on the cushion of the chair. Using my phone, I saw my ass was covered with a dark grey, dripping wet, patch. A grown woman, 22 years old, had pissed herself. Again.
I could feel more pee at the edge of my pussy, small drops sliding out. I need a plan. My eyes scanned the store, trying to find something to help me, but I couldn't concentrate. The need was too bad. I had seconds before the dam burst when I saw it. Puppy training pads. I waddled, my hands glued to my crotch, drops of pee scattering across the ground, towards the pads. I grab a box, tore it open and as my control began to slip, I put it on the ground. I ripped my pants down and let loose onto the pad. Pee rained down onto the pad as my bladder fully emptied. I let out a moan. It was glorious, the relief. Then a customer walked in and relief quickly went to humilation.
Me, squatting over a pad, in soaked pants, pissing. Oh my god. The customer turned and left.
For the rest of the day I never left that chair. I don't care if the store stank but those pads saved my ass. Everytime I needed to pee after that, I just let it flow through my panties onto the pad I was sat on. I just gave up.
That was the day I pissed my pants. But at least I wasnt the only one... |
Hey guys. So this will be my first story here on Omo.org
If any of you guys have played High School Story (by Pixelberry), tell me about it. I wanna know what you guys think of the game (and of you've had any Omo-related thoughts about the characters ;-) I had a bit of trouble with trying to upload this. Help me please! For future reference. :'D
But anyways, enjoy and tell me what you think :-D
(P.S: My main character is called Kamo, and the school he and the others are in is called Commander's Academy For the General, or CAF-G). PS, there will be lots of rude language.
Waking up at 06:30 in the morning as I always do on most weekdays, I reluctantly made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day, yawning as I passed my full body mirror. After using the bathroom, brushing my teeth, showering and brushing my low hair, I dressed up in what's called "The Camo Cool", a military-style (green and brown) sweater with dark gray sleeves on top of a simple light gray shirt, along with brown-beige pants accompanied by black and white sneakers, and to top it off, a pair of grey-lensed aviators.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" I said to myself as I struck a pose at the mirror. I laughed, make myself some pancakes DRENCHED with mint-flavoured syrup (I have a very sweet tooth you see :P), watched some TV for a moment then packed my bags. I looked into the mirror one las time:
A very tall young man with dark skin, short black hair and, surprisingly, bright cobalt blue eyes looked back at me, being accompanied by his big, muscular, buff body. I flexed my muscles a bit, with a dashing smile, before I left home, locking the door and getting my motorbike out of the garage.
I live alone with my dog Lexie you see, my parents are away on some Special Ops mission most of the time, so I get A LOT of free time. My house is an average one-story bungalow, with a swimming pool and a launcher on the roof for launching drones. Long story. :-P
As I drive down the road (my school is close, but most of the time I prefer to drive) I stop at a traffic light. I look to my left, seeing my main rival, Hearst High. Ohhh I hate those guys. We are like the US and Soviet Union during the cold war, always spying on each other, filling the neighborhood with unessessary amount of tension. Ah well, it was the healthy kind of hate anyways, if there is such a thing. Anyway-Hello? Its Kara, getting out of her fancy sports car wearing that signature cheerleader uniform of hers-
Hold on a minute. I focus my eyes and "zoom" in. Hello? She's yelling at someone on her phone while holding her purse as she exited her car. But that ain't what caught my attention. Its the fact that one hand is jammed right between those smooth, sexy legs of hers, her legs are crossed together tightly and she bent over a lot, while blushing RED! WHILE yelling at who ever on the phone that caught my attention!
She looked around before her eyes locked onto mine, and even at this distance, I saw her eyes widen, and her face go from red to redder with more apparent embarrassment-What the? She suddenly bent over before looking around quickly, to see if anyone else is watching her, then she raced into the main entrance of Hearst...
...Wow...that...that was...th-tha-that...was...Holy fuck...that must have been the most amazing thing I've ever seen in...fucking forever!
What else made that more amazing? Just before Kara raced inside, I saw a glimpse on that cute left leg of her's that extended all the way from under her cheer leading uniform to her small feet....
Wait... a glimpse?....HOLY FUCKING ASS AND SHIT!
*BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEP!* Hey! Move it!
I snapped out of my trance and noticed the light was green, and that this jerk behind me was yelling at me to move on. "Screw you!" I yelled back before racing off, leaving him stunned in silence. What the hell was that?! Jeeze am I dreaming? Was I dreaming back there? Why did that happen? Eh.... I.... WHAAT?!
As I parked my bike in the parking lot and chained it, very rapidly I may add, I speed walked towards the front entrance, completely ignorant of everyone looking at me strangely and even said "Everything's Okay!" In rapid motion as I sped-walked towards the Nerd Hangout Nishan is in. I know that he always does some notes or some stuff before class starts.
Dammit I'm so full of energy I can't think!!!!!!!!!!
Computer: System Overload. Commence system reset.
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System Restart....1...2...3...
Hmmm? Oh there you are. Sorry, had to take a time out or else my mind was gonna blow from the excitement. Anyways, where was I?....Oh yeah.
"NISHAN HAL-TEJAS!" I yelled as I stormed in the Nerd Hangout and slammed the door behind me, startling him so hard he fell off his chair. Getting up and dusting himself, he looks at me with eyes wider than saucers. "Greetings to you as well Kamo." He said nonchalantly, getting back to his notes still with wide eyes. "What's up, you look like-. "YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT I FUCKING SAW ON MY WAY HERE!"
"Did Payton make another shoe store run out of supplies?
"Nope! Wait, did she?"
"I dunno I'm asking you!"
"Well, I haven't seen any stores that have closed early,so...no?"
"I dunno!"
"Why are you yelling?!"
"Because-why are you yelling?!"
"I dont know!"
"Im supposed to be the one saying that!""WHY ARE WE YELLING?"
"I DUNNO!"
"YEAHH!"
We both turned and stared at Julian as he stood there, sending him further into confusion. He looked at the two of us as we just started at him back. "Okay I'm lost, you guys where yelling, so I thought we were yelling for no reason, what did I do?" He said as he closed the door, but not before a certain prep squeezed in. "Why are you guys yelling so much? The whole school can hear you." Payton said as she glared at the three of us.
"I dont know. Kamo, care to explain why you suddenly ran in here and shouted like a maniac for no particular reason?" Nishan said as he looked at me with his eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms.
I took a deep breath. "Sorry for all that, but you guys will NOT believe what I saw on my way here." I said as they looked at me with curious eyes. "I saw Kara Sinclair, the same Kara who goes to Hearst High, the same Kara who used to date Max , the same Kara who annoys us to no end, almost lose control of her bladder, right outside the main building of Hearst. Yep you heard me. I saw Kara almost fucking piss herself." I said, crossing my arms with a cocky smile.
...The look on their faces was of absolute, 110%, authentic, pure, realistic SHOCK! With a look of capital-WTF?! on their faces, complete with jaws dropped to the ground and eyes wider than dinner plates.
And we all just stood there for I dunno how long, probably like 10 minutes. Finally, Nishan was the one to break the silence.
"Are...you...serious? You saw Kara, Baroness of Hearst High, almost commit an act most commonly found with small kids? You saw her almost do the completely embarrassing act of wetting herself?" Whispered Nishan, his voice full of shock.
"Eeeyep" I said with a nod. The three of them looked at each other...
And all four of us burst out laughing HARD! I grabbed onto the counter as I tried to steady myself as I laughed my guts out. "Oh my god! Oh my fuck! Holy-holy Shit-ahahahahahaa!" Julian yelled as he tumbled on the ground and cluctched his stomach as he laughed harder. I eventually calmed down after a bit and I was breathing heavily, yet Nish and Julian still went on-Hello? "Payton you alright? I asked her as she left in a hurry, me following right after her.
She looked at me and just laughed. "Well I'm gonna end up like Kara would have been in a few seconds, unless you lemme go to the bathroom." She said with a cute voice, a smile and and wiggled around a bit. I looked at her confused. "But...I'm not-"
"Thank you! Later!" She rapidly said before speed walking towards the ladies bathroom. I looked at her in confusion before shaking my head. "What is up with people today?" I asked myself as I went to get my books for class.
6 hours later...
I sat in math class, yet we weren't really doing anything because we were pretty much done with work for the term. So there I was, minding my own business, listening to Animals by Martin Garrix on my headphones, reading a book called "The Soviet War Machine." I never realized until reading this book, just exactly how big and powerful (military wise) The Soviet Union was back in the 50's to 90's. I...heh, this is gonna sound crazy, but sometimes, I wish I could go back in time to that period of high tension, just to experience how bad things actually were. Sounds crazy yeah, well what can I say, I'm a crazy dude ;-)
Ah here she comes, Payton walking in, with her boyfriend Ezra by her side. They share a quick kiss before he goes to his hangout to do...I dunno, music or something. There were a few of us in class, about 13 of us, so it was kinda quiet, she sees me and smiles and...I notice she's slightly waddling and wobbling her way here. And I know exactly why.
For some reason, coincidental, accidental, or deliberate, all the female bathrooms in the whole of CAF-G where closed down for apparent repairs. And it so happens that they have been that way the whole day, meaning any girl student or lady teacher either had to use the men's room, or go the extra mile and hold it in. The principle suggested Porta-Potties, but the general reaction from all lady or girl on these school grounds was "Oh fuck no!" So that also meant Payton didn't use the bathroom for 6 or 7 hours straight. Gotta say, she can really hold it.
"You alright?" I asked with a smile as I took off my headphones. She looked at me with that permanent smile of hers and smiled wider. "I'm okay, for now." She said as she shifted her legs from side to side more frequently. "What do you think actually happened?" She asked as she rested her hand above her crotch...
I nearly stared at that, getting an instant hard-on. Wow, never have I imagined seeing this. One of my best friends, who happens to be Super-sexy, rest her delicate hand on her crotch. I looked at her face, and saw her slight blush pink. I chuckled as she shifted her legs more.
"I dunno. Maybe an elaborate joke someone's playing on the whole school, maybe its a supernatural event, the possibilities are endless my dear Payton." I said with a mock British voice, making her laugh, and she suddenly grabbed her crotch with a slight gasp. Instant hard on x2.
"Aww, is widdle Pay-Pay having an acwident?" I mocked her with a laugh as she glared at me with a smile. "Stop it your gonna make me pee." She whined. Instant hard on x3. "And I know how much you like that." She said with a wink.
Wait....WHAT!?
I stared at her with a look of utmost WTF!? Uh... How does she know? How does she know I secretly enjoy watching people, more specifically the ladies, endure the effects of a full bladder? That was supposed to be a secret. How does she know?
"Uh, how do you know that? I-if that's even true?" I asked her nervously. She chuckled, which she immediately regretted as she now put both hands on her crotch. "Remember the Sleepover we had at your place?"
Oh! Now I remember! Ah yes, that day I'll never forget.
Me, her, Julian and Autumn slept over at my place for the weekend. We slept outside in my large yard because it was a warm night with crystal clear skies. We had a great time, swapping stories, eating crazy food, the usual sleepover stuff.
Anyways, around 1 am I think, I woke up to the sound of someone opening the sliding door of my house, and I saw Payton wasn't in her sleeping bag, so for some reason, I followed her up. I was tired and really didn't pay much attention, so I didn't really know what I was doing.
So then she gets to the bathroom, but upon switching on the light, and I stood outside as the light fully woke me up, she suddenly stood dead still and I could see her face in the mirror. Her eyes were wide and her pupils had shrunk, and following her gaze, I saw a tarantula spider on her shoulder. You know? The black and orange one? Yeah. I have arachnophobia, yet I love spiders at the same time, they're interesting to study. So she froze in fear, looking right at it by the mirror. It was SO close to her face.
"Don't move." I said as I slowly came behind her. She looked at me in the mirror, then defied my orders my slowly turning her head to look directly AT it! If it was even possible, her eyes widened more and her pupils shrank more! And then... The most amazing sight I've seen in... Forever! My guess is she was too preoccupied with the arachnid on her shoulder to notice the wet spot that formed and grew on her pants. She was wearing a long sleeve pink jersey-shirt thingamajig with purple shorts that went to about halfway to her knees, along with orange socks on those cute feet of hers.
Then that wet sport grew on her crotch to the size of a small plate and extended all the way down her legs, soaking her pants front and back. I could hear the pee hit the fabric of her pants from where I was standing. Then oh my goodness, rivulets of hot steamy-yellow pee ran down the rest of her legs, making them gleam in the light.
I felt a hard on slowly form as I watched with wide eyes and my lips suddenly felt dry. I watched as the golden fluid make its way into her orange socks, turning them a shade darker and watching the golden fluid puddle around her feet, a very impressive size indeed. I listened as she continued for what must have been minutes, but what felt like a lifetime. I listened as she let loose, the pee dripping and splashing on the floor of my bathroom.
Eventually and unfortunately, she stopped, and the puddle must have been like 2 meters by 2 meters big. Wow. To say I was turned on and impressed is an understatement. I was TURNED ON!
"H-h-hold on." I stuttered as I broke free of the trance that held me. I slowly, for some reason, stepped on the yellow fuild , it was still warm. I felt more turned on, as if I could explode at that very moment. I gently put my hand on the back of her shoulder letting the spider, who all this time stared at Payton and me with more curiosity than intimidation, climb on my hand and I gently put him in his tank. He was my pet spider "Gripen" and he somehow got loose. No harm done.
I turn back to Payton, who suddenly realized what happened blushed like MAD, her entire face turned a bright maroon, and her eyes were brimming with tears as she held her hands over her mouth in shock. She looked at me before looking away and... Instinctively I gently hug her close to me, feeling her now cold wet pants on my bare legs, which gave me another hard on.
"I'm so sorry. I-I saw the thing-spider and-and I just-I just-Im so so so sorry." She said as she cried on my chest. See me and Julian where the tallest between all our friends, and Max reaches up to us, so out of everyone, the three of us where more or less the tallest boys in the neighborhood. Payton reached up to the below the bottom of my neck, so she was quite short from my perspective.
"Its okay." I said soothingly. "Don't be too upset. It was an accident." I said as I gently cupped her warm cheeks, wiping tears away with my thumb. "I won't tell anyone. I'll clean up don't worry." I said soothingly. She looked at me, her hands on mine as I cupped her cheeks. Now understand, it was EARLY in the morning, around 1 or 2, we were still tired, she just had an accident and needed emotional support, I gave her that support and we looked into each others eyes for a few seconds.
You can guess what happened next.
I won't go into details, but all I can say is that the next two hours where of me and her passionately making out, and me playing with her privates and she with mine as we enjoyed ourselves. Her cold pee made things even more intense. After that, the clean up began, and when it ended, it was around 3am. She packed spare PJs (If you know Payton, sh's always prepared for anything fashion related. Heh) I put her wet clothes in the washing machine, and told her I'll give them back any time she wants. After a shower the both of us where in (no making out!), We both went back outside to sleep as if nothing happened. When she left in the morning...
"Kamo?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't tell Ezra."
"Dont stress. Nothing happened."
She smiled and left with Autumn and Julian.
"Yeah. I remember." I said with a smile. She looked at me with that smile of hers, yet I could see the frustration and slight fear in her eyes. She was slightly blushing, her skin a tad shade of maroon. Her hands where now firmly pressed on her crotch through that skirt of hers. Say... Now that I noticed-
"You lookin' good today, like you do everyday." I complemented her. She blushed a bit more and her smile widened. "Aww thank you." She said batting her eyelashes at me. "Better not get that outfit wet though." I mocked her and she playfully glared at me. She wore a neon green tight dress called "Emerald Envy" that hugged her body comfortably, showing off her curves. Along with green heels, a red rose in her hair band and sweet smelling perfume, she looked gorgeous. Although... No! Do not!
...
Ah what the fuck, now I wanna see her loose control and just wet herself right there. But I seriously doubt she'd loose control in front of a lot of people, especially if she attends school with said people. If that were to happen, her rep would nose dive like THAT! And she will never, EVER hear the end of it. How do I know? I just know.
"You know." She caught my attention and took out a book as well. "I'm not just gonna sit here and complain and hold it in. I'm actually gonna do something productive." She said like a boss while doing some left over work. I laughed and went back to my book. Math was the last period of the day, but it was a long session, for an hour 45. So we were in for quite some time.
Starting now: 1h,40mins
Nothing new. Reading about the Soviet Nuclear weapons arsenal. Listening to Run by Awolnation. Payton's fidgeting a lot. No one's noticed.
1h,30mins
Still on the Nuclear weapons arsenal. Listening to Interstellar by Excision. Bobbing my neck so much it hurts. She's sweating now.
1 hour
Reading about the MiG-21, listening to Shadowflame by Excision. What the? My eyes widened. All this time, I didn't notice a mirror in the class, used for I dunno what, was set in a position that granted me a reflection I didn't even think was possible. Payton sat directly in front of it, and it was angled perfectly, that I could see right under Payton's desk, in between her thighs, was lavender colored cotton panties with her hands covering them from time to time. I could also see her legs cross together often.
Perfect! Instant Hard on x4!
45 mins
I found myself staring there at times, and I couldn't focus on my book or my music. Heh. Nothing yet though. Unfortunately. Come on! Listening to Arcadia by Hardwell. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I like EMD, dubstep, Electro-house, that kinda music. ;-)
25 mins
I think I'm getting bored now. Although she's gotten more fidgety and sweaty. And for some reason, everyone else is asleep.
10 mins.
While there was a small gap of silence while another track was about to play, I suddenly heard her gasp. Looking at the mirror................. (Jaw slightly dropped)
She was still as a rock, looking down at her panties, which she pulled the skirt up to look at. I saw in the mirror something I've been wanting to see for weeks now. Slowly, a spot of darkness formed and slowly grew, and grew, until it reached the seat of her chair, or her butt. Then a few seconds later, it fell over her seat and slowly splashed on the floor. This was it. She was wetting herself right there. It was very translucent, so she must have had alot to drink today. Still a wave of ammonia and other liquid hit my nose. I could smell it from here.
Suddenly she stopped, looked at me with wide eyes filed with panic and stood up abruptly, took her books and proceeded to exit the class with a look of panic on her face. Was I just gonna look surprised, shrug then continue to read? Oh Hell naw!!
I stood up, put my headphones around my neck, my phone in my pocket and with my book in hand, silently raced after her. On my way out- Nuts I lost her. Damn she's fast. Oh? I smiled and chuckled as a couple of small drops and trails of what I guessed was Payton leaking, that went from here to the end of the hallway. So like a detective hot on finding out a major break in the case, I followed them, eventually finding the exit of the main building.
Getting outside- Ha! There she is, speed waling past the main gate. Damn she is fast. Just before she passed the gate, the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Heh. Perfect timing. I ran after her just as people started exiting classes and the after school chaos would begin.
I recognized which way she was going, she was heading home. And yet she still didn't see or hear me I think, despite the fact I was right behind her, about 10 meters away I think. As I was following her, I could see the back of her dress, which reached to about halfway to her knees, was wet as it was dripping and there was a huge dark patch, which is EASILY noticable. Anyone could pick it up from a distance away. I also noticed the trails of pee had increased in frequency, meaning she was close to loosing it.
I felt my heart beat much faster and yet another hard on cuz I knew what this meant. As we came close to her place, suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks, and her legs crossed together, since her hands carried her handbag and another set of books. The threat of public embarssement had luckily eluded her today, since the street was empty of cars or people walking by. It was around 12 so a lot of people where still at work or school. Oh m god....I see her loose control for a second, more rivulets of pee rushing down those gorgeous legs of hers. She formed another small puddle on the ground before suddenly running to her house,
I laughed for some reason and chased after her, seeing the impressively sized puddle and a continues trail of pee that disappeared into the grass of the front lawn of her house. She rushed to unlock the front door, gasping, swearing and yelling at it to open as she fumbled with her house keys and kept on leaking more, which was kinda funny. "Thank god!" She yelled as it finally opened, but after getting in, she didn't make it very far. I stood there, leaning against the door, as she dropped her books and handbag on the couch, then walked for a few steps, then completely stood still, her hands grabbing her wet crotch tight.
Then, a view I've been dying to see for along time. She silently whispered in horror "No, no, no..." as she finally lost control. She tried to hold it back and failed miserably. Then the flood gates opened. I could hear her force it out like a hose pipe, while a waterfall fell down her legs on to the floor, splashing all over the place like mad. She gave in eventually, and somehow, the intensity of her loss of control increased, and the slashing doubled.
Heh. There she was, shaking slightly as she held her hands to her soaking wet crotch, bent over slightly, tears rushing down her cheeks, her legs glistening in the light, loads of pee entering her shoes, and a puddle so massive you could swim in it if you were small enough.
Again, what must have felt like a life time had passed until she was done. A few more drips and drops. Then silence. And what must have been a full two liters of yellowish urine was spread along the white tiled floor. And the scent of urine filled the entire living room.
I was stunned in silence and stunned in motion. I couldn't move, no matter how much I tried. Eventually, after a few minutes, I slowly walked to her, stepping into the yellowish puddle, watching the liquid weakly ripple as I took each step. I gently held her shoulder, and gently turned her towards me, gently coaxing her hands to let go of her wet crotch. I then gently cupped her cheeks, made her look at me and wiped the tears away.
Then... We just stood there in silence yet again, for what must have been minutes. Just looking into each others eyes. Her into my blue ones, me into her brown ones...
Then history repeated itself yet again.
But! Know this guys. I'ma very confidential guy, so even though this happened again, I still ain't gonna tell you in details. I gave you something to imagine about the first time, so use your imagination again. ;-)
What I will tell you, is that after that fiasco, I helped with a painstakingly funny clean up, then chiled with her for a while, sharing jokes, having some lunch, watching TV and just...chilling, like best friends do. And we also talked about this newfound thing. She admitted that as Mich as she will always feel embarrasses about doing this, she kinda enjoys it, plus I enjoyed watching and experiencing it for myself.
After taking a nap, with her on my shoulder for about an hour, I exited her door, with today's events still fresh in mind.
"Kamo?"
"Hmm?"
She smiled gently at me. "Please don't tell Ezra."
I smiled back. "I won't. Promise."
And just like that, I left, with me listening to my music on the way home, a fresh smile on my face.
A few more hours later...
I was playing Brutal DooM: Project Brutality, in story mode, killing these fuckers like there ain't no tomorow. "YOU WANNA PIECE OF ME?!" I yelled and laughed like a maniac as I blasted a Cyberdemon with a BFG.
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door, a rather hard knock. Furrowing my eyebrows, I paused and got up, and when I opened it, I got the shock of the day.
"Kamo." Kara said sharply as she glared at me, her hands on her hips.I found myself smiling. "Kara Sinclair. What a surprise." I said with a cocky smile as I leaned against the door.
She blushed red instantly, the day's events replaying in her mind. "We need to talk." She said sharply yet again. Yet she blushed even more. I chuckled, looked down and noticed she was still on her cheer leading uniform. And I noticed a barely noticeable wet spot on her skirt. Dried evidence of what was almost an accident. I laughed, making her blush More! "Shut up!" She yelled, and blushed even more so how!
I looked at her with a laugh. "Come in. Let's talk." I mocked as I welcomed her in. She glared at me and came in. Heh. Let's see where this goes.
The end. Or is it? |
*This is a fan-fiction about the empress of Shadowfall in one of my favorite games growing up, Adventure Quest Worlds (AQW). The game is pretty fun and it's got a lot of beautiful in-game arts but it does get repetitive with the gameplay. Anyway, here was Gravelyn going through some tough times...
"The Darkness welcomes you, Servants of Evil. From this day forward, you will serve me in aiding the Alliance and, more importantly, Shadowfall and you will forever be opposed to the Queen of Monsters. Today, you will all be assigned to guard duty. Seek out General Tibias for further instruction. As undead, you will not be allowed to speak. Let your thoughts be as silent as the endless void or have your soul be taken by the Archfiend (*I'm an Archfiend guy). Now, go. And long unlive the Shadowscythe."
"Long unlive the Shadowscy-"
"SILENT!" Gravelyn yells while leaning forward and dropping a hammer fist onto the hand rest of her throne. Her long, red hair accompanies Gravelyn in her movement before she burns the memory of her new subjects' fear of her into their skulls.
"Arrr-arrrrreeeeeeewwwwwwwww!" The skeletons reply.
She nods.
They run.
"Alright, Chuckles, is there anything else?" Gravelyn asks her loyal, first undead creation.
He laughs maniacally.
"Good. Now, I must get back to planning our defenses. Do not disturb me unless it is of utmost importance, Chuckles."
"Heeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeee," he replies.
"Thank you."
She stands up and starts walking to her room, the bedroom. Ever since she could understand who her father was, Sepulchure of the Legends, she's always want to achieve his level of greatness. To make him proud is the greatest reason of all for her to train herself like this, both physically and mentally. And today's training is both. As a child, she'd watched him spend countless hours of the night planning, conquering, and sitting atop of his throne. Because of this, she'd always wondered about how she had never seen him... well, excuse himself. Never before in her life had she ever her father needing the other throne when just a couple days ago she had to order the hero (*that's you, player) to collect souls for her to make into a new cape because she had dribbled a bit on her old one during a planning with her generals where she had cloaked herself so well that she could've quite possibly (probably not) peed herself without anyone noticing because there were so many layers that she had shoved between her legs. It's simply unacceptable for her to be so weak anymore even though she now knows that it was the Darkness' takeover that had made her father inhuman (in more ways than one). Though she would never judge her father harshly, Gravelyn had vowed to never let the Darkness do the same to her.
If I am to succumb to my simple bodily needs so easily... I wouldn't be a worthy ruler. That's why I must endure it. I HAVE to make my bladder stronger! She thinks to herself before clamping her thighs together.
Almost there...
But she's not going to the bathroom. She's only heading to her room, the bedroom. Arriving just before having to bounce her knees twice and nearly grabbing herself, she goes to light candles all around her.
In order to practice my... 'meditation', I re-require absolute i-isolation.
The thought that her father could still be lingering in the darkness absolute terrifies her. Bladder training is perhaps her greatest enemy just shy of the Queen of Monsters and Drakath. She had left 'him' (her father's half-soul being a sword and all) in the throne room but she needed to be certain. It isn't just her father, after all, after thinking about it. It is all the monsters around her. The Nation was once a completely independent thing from the Shadowscythe, therefore, it isn't far-fetched to think that Nulgath could be spying on her sometimes for whatever devious reason. Bottom line: she just can't risk it.
Alright, here we go. With that, Gravelyn kneels down and closes her eyes. She slows her breathing and allows her mind to fill with messages from her bladder. Every pang, she imagines, is like a minute gone by. She imagines herself staying like this for an eternity. Sleeping like the Queen of Monsters was and gaining incredible power with each passing time and when she wakes, she would be able to crush the Queen like a bug. An insignificant little insect.
...
She also imagines the hero being there with her, near lifeless until a smile spreads across the hero's face.
Thanks. Oh, geez, I thought I was a goner, the hero would say.
I'm sorry for leaving you for all this time, hero, but I had to get stronger, Gravelyn would reply with.
And you did. You're so amazing, Gravelyn. I'm sorry I couldn't stop the Queen by myself.
But you are strong. Still far stronger than any other hero I have ever met.
You... you've met with other heroes?
Hmm, hush now. Save the tough act for another time.
I suppose.
...
Well, aren't you going to do it?
What do you mean?
Kiss me.
Wh-what? Why would I want to -
Gravelyn, you're ruining the moment.
...
.....
.......
.........
... damn you, hero. Fine. They finally lock lips. The hero suddenly gains the strength to carry on further, wrapping an arm around her waist as the other hand moves up to stroke her hair. She slowly crawls over on top of the hero as they continue, euphoria rushing while their hands start to wander. Soon, she becomes wet.
... Oh, no.
Snapping back to reality, her hands make a mad dash to her front nether region to find it partially soaked.
Wait, soaked?! That's ten times worst than wet!
Indeed, her crotch was soaked. There is a small puddle under her as she feels more about to escape.
Damn it, I still have to go! And it's still really bad. I must get to the bathroom!
Feeling like she's overdone the whole 'meditation' thing, Gravelyn rushes to her private lavatory when suddenly...
"Heeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeee," says a voice from the outside.
"NOT now Chuckles!" Grave replies.
"Heeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeee."
"I can't wait!" She says and immediately blushes as red as her hair as realization dawns on her that she had just stated her predicament rather bluntly and un-tough-empress-like.
"Heeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeee?"
"I-I mean, 'it' can w-wait...!" She says before her bladder sprays her legs (and armor) with pee and creates another pungent puddle (this one rather large) down under her feet. The momentary distraction had made her pee herself.
N-no, I can't stop now! I'm too close! She thought as she continues to run to the bathroom. She finds the toilet and finally flops down with a wet smack! before letting go of her bladder completely, further destroying the sanctity of her dignity and clothing. Droplets of her shame had stained the floor while she was on her way to the bathroom but the relief is sooo worth it for her (for now, anyway).
"Ooooohhhhhhh...!" She moans quietly before realizing what she was doing and cupping a hand over her mouth... before removing that hand because it smells like pee.
Well, that was... something else, she thinks to herself, quite surprise at how nice the release was. The stimulation caused by her peeing definitely capitalized on the result of her imagination from before and she doesn't quite know how she feels about it...
Maybe I need to understand this to truly be able to control myself? Hmm, not a bad idea. |
*Thanks, guys! So I guess Gravelyn's not over yet! I do like to write messing stories too (this post's not one of them, though) but I'm going to have to try real hard to imagine Gravelyn being in that situation... it's fun though and is definitely a break from regular ole Omorashi. Fear wetting, too.Clothed wetting is a go-to for me so... check out her armor in this one...
Gravelyn, donning her battle armor, angrily stomps her way over to Shadowfall's old shop section where Dage the Evil now occupies the space. The critters of the shadows scurry along as they sense the empress' angry presence. Though Gravelyn's own powers are insignificant when compared to monsters like Dage and Nulgath, the strength that she had gained over the past couple of years had come at such a little cost to her sanity that it's scary. But for Dage, he respects that. Yet it isn't the reason why he was always willing to fight for her or besides her.
Ah, she's heading this way, he thinks to himself.
... Still such a young vessel and yet her potential has been wasted by the Fates. Poor child empress.
Dage's gaze finally meets Gravelyn's as she enters the room.
But if they order you to betray then who am I to leave an empire's throne empty?
If Dage still have flesh, he'd be smiling from ear to ear.
"Dage, what are you doing? The castle should be back up and flying by now!" Gravelyn said with quite a hint of frustration in her voice.
"I understand but Queen Victoria have ordered for her mages to return to Swordhaven. That leaves only ours and some are still out at Shadowspire to try and resurrect what they can of our army," Dage replies.
"Damn it... well, have we figured out what caused the dragon to crash it, at least?"
"I'm not completely certain but there was a faint sense of the Queen of Monsters' energy minutes before the dragon lost its power."
""Lost its power?" So we don't have to actually resurrect it again?"
Dage nods.
"It still requires far more energy than we can muster up at the moment so it will take some more time. If the need is urgent, we can fetch the hero," he says.
Gravelyn frowns at this. Although the Undead Legion, the Nation, and the Shadowscythe have been in an alliance of their own for some time now, they're all still very separated by nature. Help is rarely offered if the cost must be paid by one's group and Gravelyn knows it, so all forces that Dage and Nulgath currently control here (in Shadowfall) are hers. Mostly, they're for their own... but the hero is always there. Out of goodness or ambition, the hero would always help Gravelyn no matter the cost. She had fallen in... deep interest of the hero because of this and because of so, she just couldn't ask the hero for help again. She doesn't want to be seen as needy.
"No, we are not in a hurry. But I don't like the idea of being immobilized. We could be in danger," she says.
"Hmm, I see your point. I will get to work right away to see if there is any threat in the area," Dage replies.
"Thank you."
Dage nods as Gravelyn walks out only to immediately return.
"Also... do any of the soldiers that you command happen to be craftsmen?"
"... What?"
"N-nevermind," she says quickly before leaving again.
"?"
Truth was, the crashing had predictably broken a few things. This included her toilet. It was severed from the base and had embarrassingly flown through the bathroom door and across her bedroom out through the balcony. And Gravelyn, being an empress and all, was all too busy (like always in her mornings) to have gotten a chance to use it and it was her first mistake. The jolt of the crash had also caused a jolt to her bladder, which had only made matters worse for her. Now, as she heads outside (rubbing her thighs together before every turn in the cold, dark corridors of her castle), Gravelyn's mind starts to race to search for a solution to her desperate need for a wee.
Damn, this is ridiculous. I need to just go in a bush or something and get back to work, she thinks to herself before clenching her thighs once more.
She exits through the mouth of the skeletal dragon and immediately sees her second mistake. Roaming around the forest that they've crashed in were hundreds of her skeletal army, most likely searching for threats like Dage had probably ordered them to do. Gravelyn groans.
Well, so much for that. Now I need to hurry up and think of another plan before I wet myself... no, no, NO! That is definitely NOT happening. It is one thing to humiliate myself in private but I will NOT do it while Shadowfall could be in danger!
Just like before, determination flows through her like a heat stroke and she finds herself red in the face and gritting her teeth. To others, she imagines, she probably looks angry. But on the inside, Gravelyn was nervous. She was almost scared that she won't make it but her mind wouldn't let her fears be sensed by the darker and more powerful beings around her. She could die because of it... if she don't of embarrassment first. As she begins to head back inside, General Tibias approaches her.
"My empress! You appear to be ready to slay! We have captured two spies from the fallen Champion of Chaos!"
With that, her image is supported by true anger.
Drakath! That bastard!
And with that momentary distraction, her bladder spasms. Nearly in an instant, Gravelyn dips her knees and presses her thighs together right in front of Tibias! She blushes wildly and quickly tries to cover it up by clenching a fist victoriously at the news and smiling (weirdly).
"Good. Bring them to their knees and drag them to the front of the throne! Their fates now lie with their tongues. We will see what they have to say," she says quickly and assertively, much to her surprise.
"Yes, my empress! We shall see how loyal they will be to their master in the face of the void!" He replies.
It doesn't seem like he had noticed. I really need to be more focused! Now think: where else is isolated enough for me to 'go'? There are other bathrooms in the castle but they are all for the living soldiers and asking them to use their facilities is... really embarrassing.
As she ponders her options, Gravelyn is walking through the corridors once again. This time, she has her hands close by her sides for quick grabs whenever she was absolutely sure that no one is watching. Whenever she must stop, her hips would sway from side to side in an attempt to hold back the content of her bladder. She would also shift from foot to foot from time to time and after some time with no luck on finding a solution, she suddenly loses strength in her legs.
Damn it! GET UP! She internally screams to herself.
Her body starts shaking as she begins to feel someone coming! As if her body is an instinct machine, Gravelyn rises to her feet right before Cynari of Swordhaven spots her.
"Ah, Empress Gravelyn. I was looking for you to speak about the spies," he says.
"What do you want?" She replies, facing away from him as a trickle of warm pee starts to make its way down to her armor's red metallic built-in heels.
"I wish that you will keep the spies alive. Even if Drakath had sent them, you should spare them."
"Why should I? If they must remain loyal to him then there is but one way for them to go."
*Fidgets.
"Please, think about the chaorruption that they must have endured. They might have never had the chance to do the right thing. Drakath might have taken their normal lives from them, stripping them of their own freewill."
This is bad. If I don't stop peeing it's going to start to smell!
"Fine, I see your point. I guess I will spare them," Gravelyn says briefly.
"Thank you. I know I have little jurisdiction over anyone here but I am glad that you can see reason."
"If there is nothing more you wish to discuss with me then leave."
"Oh, I was also on my way to the cells to prepare them in case I could convince you for the spies."
...
THAT'S IT! THE CELLS! I can use a bucket!
With hope resurfacing from the desperate waves, Gravelyn manages to stop the trickling from her bladder.
"There is no need, I will have someone prepare it for them," she says.
"Then I will take my leave, now. Thank you," Cynari replies then walks away.
Now's my chance! Just a bit longer...!
Running, Gravelyn rushes to the cells' room. Though the room is guarded by quite a number of aggressive zombies, she pays them no mind as they are the completely mindless type of undead. As she looks for the keys to the cells, she starts to dribble!
No, no, NO! I'm about to lose it! Hurry!
She finally spots them on a wall. She could pee herself right here and now but she still have to think about her armor and she'd rather pee in one of the cells in case anyone enters the room as they are built into the walls and can't be seen by the entrance. Dancing to the nearest one with a hand between her legs, she opens it.
Sadly, there is no bucket. All there exist within the confine is a bench.
W-what?! But... I can't... wait..... any longer.......
In a last-ditch effort, Gravelyn removes her lower armor, sits on the bench, and loses herself in relief as she pees. Her stream, warm, creates a bit of steam as it splashes against the seat, spraying her butt a little bit too. And her lower armor. A large puddle pools underneath her as she shivers with embarrassment and, awkwardly, excitement. She could feel the current stimulating her in a way that she had never felt before. Soon, the emotion dies down and she is, once again, red and nervous old Gravelyn, the stained, wet empress of the Shadowscythe.
...
DAMN IT! |
*Thanks! I think I'm going to try and add a bit more of Gravelyn's thing for the hero in this one. There's no messing in this post but it's going to be a setup for the next chapter.
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It's silence that accompanies her at the large dinning table as Gravelyn eats her meal alone. The flickering light of the candles reveals a cold glare, Gravelyn's cold glare. It's the one she's donned ever since her father, in Gravelyn's eyes, had become more like the Legendary DoomKnight, Sepulchure, than her dad. Then was also around the time when the empress' responsibilities had started to take control of her life. She had started to wear very light makeup, if only to look a little more like what she is - royalty or, simply, someone to be respected; she had started to train strenuously with a sword, if only to occasionally knock a few boneheads down at the training room; and she had even joined her father in planning for their many invasions of villages, towns, and, of course, kingdoms like Swordhaven. The memories would flood back to her and, back then, she would cry. Back then, her shoulders would shake, up and down, as her breathing was course exhales sounding like coughs. Back when the only world she knew had just collapsed, her blue eyes would be accompanied by tears.
Now, it's different.
Now, they're glaciers. Gravelyn's eyes would be as cold as bites from a frostwyrm. Her posture would be powerful and commanding but with a hint of softness in her overall facade. This is a dignified leader, Empress of the Shadowscythe. This is partly because he's returned, though his soul's fragmented. To sit everyday atop of his legacy, she didn't get here by themselves.
*Clank.
Her fork punctures its way through the chickencow steak to meet the plate.
It was the hero showing up on that day. The hero had offered help to repair the crashed castle and, even after retrieving a bank note for one trillion gold, had chose not to ask, in return, for any kind of payment. It was a selflessness that Gravelyn had severely doubted. There must have been an ulterior motive. But the empress could find none. The hero would only ever return to take on her quests for an honest pay. Whether it's the hero's dutifulness or faith in the ways of evil, it is... admirable.
*Clank.
Her spoon meets the plate before scraping it over to some mashed potatoes.
She was inspired, for the first time since her father's death, by the hero. And now, as she stares blankly at her plate, she wishes the hero is here with her. She doesn't feel lonely, no, but she is jealous of others gaining the hero's attention over her today, though it doesn't make her angry. It's the nature of the hero that she loves so much after all... but then she thinks about what her father would say. Would he approve of the hero when he returns fully and if he ever capture the gist of her feelings? Would he even consider her tainted for becoming a different person because of the hero?
Have I gone soft? Gravelyn asks herself.
*Gurgles.
... Oh, that is embarrassing.
Her facade breaks down as she leans forward and tries to rub her stomach through her regular armor.
I guess it's about time that I finish up here. I could really use the bathroom too.
Gravelyn gets up. She walks out into the corridors of Shadowfall before she's approached by Bonebreak the Vile, one of her most promising commanders.
"My empress, I have urgent news. On behalf of the Alliance, the hero have requested for our help at the Charred Path to defeat a massive monster heading for Battleon," he says.
Gravelyn smiles in secret in her mind as her excitement starts to rise.
... No time to be daydreaming.
"What did they report about the area?" She asks.
"They have confirmed that, in certain parts of the Charred Path, it is plagued with a poisonous toxic gas."
"Only in certain parts? Is this for certain?"
The commander almost smiles at the wordplay before Gravelyn strikes his sense of humor down with her signature glare.
"Yes, my empress. There have been many reported victims who have fallen to the gas and the hero did also confirm this by running in there as well."
This nearly shocked Gravelyn.
Damn it, hero, she thinks to herself.
"Alright, then we will go to aid," she says.
Gravelyn makes her way over to Dage the Evil as she directs him to set a course to the charred Path. Readying her soldiers and their giant dragon, she quickly loses time to tend to her more... personal businesses. Walking around has her swaying her hips a lot more often than she'd like. She would be shifting from foot to foot while giving out her commands. Her hair would bounce as she bounce while trying to put on her battle armor. It would seem like her past holdings have left her with a slight case of incontinence...
*Drips.
... Huh? W-wh-what? All of the sudden?!
Gravelyn quickly crosses her legs and put a hand between them as she continues to listen to her generals' reports at their meeting table.
I'm n-not sure if I c-can hold it until we're done...!
Gravelyn begins to tightly grab onto the cloaking that hangs just on the front of her crotch attached to her armor. Rhythmically, she would shift around, making a bit of noise with her suit and causing her to blush slightly. Suddenly, a wave of desperation hits her as she closes one eye in pain and grits her teeth.
It's s-starting... t-to hurt...! She thinks to herself.
She then realizes that she's gathered the attention of some of her (undead) men who aren't speaking, which causes her to blush brightly on the inside as she starts to regain her composure through will. She slowly removes her left hand and places it onto her right shoulder before moving it back and forth to make it look like it was the cause of the pain. Luckily, the generals stop looking. But she knows that she needs to end the meeting soon...
"... so Empress Gravelyn doesn't have to get close to the ground and that toxic gas. Are we all covered?" Says one of the generals.
"Aye." Replies the others.
*Trickles.
Damn it, damn it...! I must hang on... for just a while longer...!
But she wouldn't. Gravelyn's bladder slowly releases its content on its own as the steady trickle creates a small but rapidly expanding puddle of wee on her chair.
"IF... that is all then you will all head to tend to your units... RIGHT NOW," Gravelyn says menacingly, her eyes beginning to turn red like how they'd usually do in battle. This time, though, she could swear that they're turning red from her embarrassment.
The abruptness of the command leaves her generals confused as they start to move out. Meanwhile, so is her urine as it continues to pour out of her, onto the chair and from the chair, onto the floor, splashing with a bit of sound. As the last one exits the door, Gravelyn could no longer hide the terrified look on her face. Squirming in her seat, she buries both her hands into her lady parts and breathes heavily, almost moaning.
I-I... I really can't... hold... anymore..... but, this isn't me! But, letting go..... felt... so nice... before.........
She begins to get excited. Her chest heaves her breastplate easily as her red hair begins to stick to her forehead because of sweat.
Hahh, hah, since when did I started sweating? Damn it. What if the hero sees me like this? She thinks to herself as the thought makes her suddenly so horny.
She imagines the hero fondling her in her naughty places.
So, Gravelyn, how long have you been holding it in? The hero would say.
Wh-what on Earth are you talking about, hero? Gravelyn would reply with.
You know what I'm talking about. You're really cute when you become flustered, you know that? The hero says while stroking her hair and as she locks her deadly glare on the hero, still on top from the last time she imagined it.
...
Honestly, Gravelyn, you've worked so hard and you're so beautiful. Why would I mind if you pee yourself now?
..... I... don't have to go.....
I don't mind.
.....................
Gravelyn, the hero pulls her closer now, I really don't mind, the hero says, breaking into a cheesy but lovable grin.
And that is it for her. Gravelyn cocks her head back as she pees into her armor and out onto her hands as it pours over. The splashing can be heard from anywhere in the room as her yellow cascade runs down from the chair and onto the back of her heels. Her knees automatically clamps together but she makes no refusal to her bladder's release. Her fingers dig deep into the soaked cloak in front of her crotch.
"Aaahhhhhhhhh," Gravely quietly sighs to herself before biting onto her lower lips. Leaning forward, she then gyrates her hips to make more contact with her pussy and is immediately rewarded with a pressure point.
I... I'll need to make this quick! She thinks to herself as she finally displaces her lower armor for her fingers to work their magic.
Vigorously, she rubs herself as she starts to wee at full speed! The spraying gets violent to the point where quite a bit of it then sprays on her upper armor. Never before in her life had Gravelyn gotten so dirty! But soon, she would outdo this by finger-fucking her lady bits with her well-lubricated gauntlet's fingers. Within minutes, she reaches the biggest orgasm of her life.
And then the most embarrassed state that she has ever been.
...
...Damn it....... |
*Thanks to all once again! Sooo... that chickencow's going to come back to haunt Gravelyn in this chapter... yeah, and a lot of dialogues are going to be recycled from the actual game's cutscene, too, because I'd rather make the characters feel as accurate as possible to the fans of the game who are reading this, sooo... yeah. #TheMoreYouKnow.
"Oof. Let's not try that again," says the hero.
After their first confrontation with Extriki, a giant creature with more poisonous green pus lumps on its back than a stereotypical witch's bottom, the hero, Warlic, and Brentan (the current king of Swordhaven after the death of King Alteon) were aided by a blast from the dragon that holds Shadowfall to the sky. Queen Victoria, having boarded the dragon some time ago, was pacing impatiently back and forth in the empress' throne room while waiting for Gravelyn to finish whatever preparations that she had left, partly because Victoria was worried for Brentan and the hero and partly because she really needs to use the bathroom. Her head of light brown hair had followed her and tickled the back of her neck, sending goosebumps and shivers all over her body. Now that all are present and accounted for, all she could think about is now badly she has to go but, as they board, she manages.
"Are you all okay?" Victoria says while trying to keep as cool as Gravelyn who looks to be... a bit pale?
Looks like she's been working really hard... but she should take a break sooner rather than later, she thinks to herself.
... Same goes for me, though. Ugh, REALLY hope we come up with a plan quickly so I can excuse myself.
"Yeah, I think so. Warlic's barrier kept us mostly dry," the hero says.
Victoria's heart skips a beat as the hero looks straight at her for a second. Her cheeks grow warm but she avoids blushing.
Dang it, that gets me every time! But not now. I have to focus! Battleon could be in serious danger! She thinks to herself before mentally slapping herself out of it.
"Thanks for the rescue, Gravelyn. You guys got here just in time!"
"It was lucky that we did! If we'd been much later, you could all be dead!" Gravelyn says with less of her usual empress-like tone and more of a concerned voice.
"We were thinking we had to stop that monster from reaching Battleon!" Brentan says.
"And such a good job you did of that," she coldly replies.
"Now look here-"
"We didn't know when you'd get here, and we were worried it would be too late," the hero says.
Gravelyn's gaze then falls on the hero and her intensity cools off. This is what the hero does and she knows it by now. Truth to be told, she'd expected it. She isn't really angry with Brentan either. Her image just needed a little something to back it up. After all, wetting oneself doesn't quite build up one's character of confidence... which was exactly what she did, much to her embarrassment. Now, she's met with another call. Something beyond her ability to predict its comings and goings as of late is calling her during the delicate hour of this time.
"We took a chance. We felt we had to," says the hero.
*Gurgles.
Gravelyn's eyes shoot wide open as her stomach twists itself. Standing as straight as she possibly can, she fights against the pain that would, in normal circumstances, send her running to the little empress' room.
Damn. Of all the times I could have gone, why do I have to go now?! She thinks to herself while starting to fidget on the spot.
I guess it's good that it wasn't so loud...
"I do understand why you made that call, even though I think it was the wrong one," Victoria says.
The Queen of Swordhaven is now shuffling quite a bit from foot to foot as she talks.
"There's no sense in arguing about it now. That energy is better spent on round two. We'll have a better shot if we can find its weakness."
She begins to perspire as she looks to end the conversation. Noting that her bladder's been sending a lot of signals, she decides that it's best to heed them. Using hand gestures she was directing the room's focus away from her happy feet and to her upper body but she knows that it won't do so for long...
"Hmm. Alright. How do you propose we do that?" Brentan asks.
To her own surprise, Victoria haven't thought about it at all. She's stuck. Not because of her inability to think right away but because she had just spurted something warm into her panties. Luckily, she's still good at keeping her appearance clean as she's wearing dark brown pants and the crotch is covered up. It would take a large bit of gushing for her to be visibly wetting herself, something that she would rather avoid by holding herself first, openly or not.
But she's getting there.
Gravelyn, though, thankfully, interjects.
"Capture one of the smaller ones," she says.
"Something sentient. Smart enough to talk. Whatever it's most afraid of... that's what we hit it with."
The hero and Brentan look at each other as they let the plan sink in and then to the queen and empress. Now, they have a plan.
...............................
Victoria quickly walks, with both hands holding herself, over to an undead guard after the brief meeting. She needs to go and she needs to go now.
"Excuse me, do you know where I can find a bathroom around here?" She asks.
"Arrrrreeeeeeewwwwwwwww!" He/She replies.
Wait... what?
Victoria gives the skeleton a confused look as she continues to squirm in place. Her legs try to cross but the hold have become so tight that the sweating 'down there' have begun to dampen her clothing even more! She blushes as she imagines what she must look like right now, shaking in her boots like a little girl but only because she has to pee so badly.
Dang it, that's right. The undead aren't allowed to talk! She thinks to herself.
This is worrying... but I'll have to explore the castle to find something before I lose it!
She then begins to wander down the dark halls of Shadowfall. Every now and then, a sort of nightmarish sound would be heard from seemingly behind Victoria, scaring a leak out of her and a couple more as she struggles to hold in her pee. She's only supposed to bide her time by coming up with an attack plan for her army back in Swordhaven but she desperately wishes she'd just ask Gravelyn about where the bathroom is. She's suffering the consequence of her action now. Finally, she stumbles across some sort of room.
Yes! C'mon, let there be a toilet, please...!
But, of course, it isn't. It's a room with a large window that allows for communication with other terrors of the world, a true evil villain's must-have. The young queen Victoria slowly removes her hands away from her urethra as she spots a shadow materializing within the panes and she rushes out the door.
*Trickles.
Eeek! Nooo, it's running down my legs! She thinks to herself as two little rivers make their way into her boots, wetting her thighs and soaking into her clothing.
Damnit damnit damnit, HURRY...!
She begins to walk a little faster as she is steadily spurting now. Tears begin to blur her vision yet her brave and rebellious nature refuses to let her cry. She's also beginning to cramp. Her mouth starts to constantly shifts from an 'o' shape to her gritting her teeth as she fights waves and waves of desperation. And then she comes across another room.
"Haaahh... haaahh..." she pants.
I'm... at my limit....... not gonna make it... have to... go..... in here.
She opens the door to find a dimly lit library. There are two open windows behind a pillar that's just in front of her, which is about the only privacy that she'll ever get in here. As the sun rises outside, she knows what she must do. Bending over, Victoria hurries to behind the pillar where her journey ends. She goes to squat a little too early, though, and her bladder starts to let go without her consent, soaking her bottom completely.
Hngh, shi-. Should've pulled my pants down first... ahhhhh.
The light coming from the windows highlights the reflections in the giant puddle of pee in the room as it reaches across the floor and to the middle of the library. The sound of her water hitting the hard floor would stick in her mind for an embarrassing memory for a long, long time.
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Gravelyn is needed. Her focus is on the task at hand... yet the task at home isn't finished. And now, it's haunting her.
But I cannot leave yet. I have to help the hero!
She soldiers through and arrives on the ground with Twilly, Lim, and Warlic's blue flying eyeball. As the situation grows dire (in her bowels), she starts to let a few poots out.
Quietly... quietly... act like nothing is wrong but the world around us, hero, she thinks to herself as the hero asks her on her opinion on what to do.
"Ugh (she breaks wind here). Well, you guys didn't improve the situation when you attacked Extriki. The area is completely covered in his toxic bile," Gravelyn says.
"Yeah, it's getting pretty gross. Don't know how I didn't smell it before but it's starting to smell like farts now," the hero replies, much to the empress' embarrassment.
Damn it! No, the hero is only joking and doesn't know... right?
Because of a few recent events (accidents), Gravelyn had been feeling a little too relaxed with her needs, not covering herself up too much. But this is a wake-up call for her as the hero is now at risk of finding out about her shameful discomfort! She begins to get mad at herself for letting this happen and her eyes begin to glow bright red. Her hair begins to make like they're about to float because of her anger as she clutches hard on her father's blade (now imbued with a part of his soul).
"Get rid of as much of it as you can - both the bile itself and the noxious clouds coming off of it," she says to the hero.
After sending the hero on several more quests and the hero is gone, she puts her blade down as her movements become more and more obvious and, ultimately, harder to hide.
"Sorry, Father. I have to make sure that the surround area is safe and that we are not being spied on. I would take you along but they could sense your presence."
The sword doesn't talk back. She begins to take her journey somewhere far, far away when Lim yells at her.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
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*Pffftt.
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Oh, that had BETTER not leave a stain!
Lim stands still, waiting for an answer with a cocked eyebrow.
"Checking the perimeter," she says. "Need to see if it's safe."
"Oh, then you're gonna need this," Lim says, tossing her a walkie-talkie and a toxicity detector.
"T-thanks," she blushes as she sputters.
Suddenly, as she walks deeper into the unknown, her bowels churn violently.
*Gurgles.
*PFFFTT.
Oh, fuc-. It's coming... out.....!
She hurries on over to a spot between a tree and a bush where it's safe and secluded and, as she's about to take her lower armor off and pull her panties down, she hears:
"Hey, Gravelyn. You there?"
Hiiiii!
She manages to contain her voice and hold onto her dignity. It is the hero talking to here through the walkie-talkie and she wants to scream.
"Y-yes. I'm busy, right now... checking out some areas. Return to Lim once you're done the given task."
"Alright. You should be careful out there. Also, watch out for your toxicity level -"
"I know, hero. You needn't remind me. Now, go!" She says urgently, her bowels beginning to unload into her panties!
"Alright. See you back at the ten-"
Gravelyn quickly cuts the hero off by chucking the walkie-talkie into another zone of the map and she begins to grunt. But it's too late. Her panties begin to sag and fill the back of her lower armor as she involuntarily arches her back and sticks her butt out. Her whole upper body becomes paralyzed as she, once again, spills whatever content that's left in her bladder, this time only soaking a bit of her panties... but they're definitely ruined. She messes herself until it is completely impossible for her armor to withstand, making her find the strength to pull it off so that she can continue on the ground for a little bit before she's done.
The deed has been finished.
Her mind suddenly clears and she's left mortified of her current situation. Not only can't she get back to the tent where they first started, she's starting to feel sick because of the toxicity in the air. She HAS to get back to Twilly.
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DAMN IT.
*Hope you guys have enjoyed this one! I think I'm going to take a break for a little while because I want to spend the time playing some Witcher 3 (holy cow, that game is big). I think that I might want to do a story on it too because the characters are so good. There's a legendary story on it already about Triss Merigold but I, personally, was craving for more when it was finished. Anyway, thanks for reading and tell me what you guys think! |
Hello everyone ! This is my first one shot story. I finished to write my fic "Someone who cares" yesterday and I decided to write some one shot stories (this way I'm sure to finish them on time !). This one focuses on the bed wetting and pee accident of a 14 years old teenager. He wets himself in front of his examiner. You would have understand it, I love teacher-student stories ! Let me know if you liked this one !
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The Exam
Evan Mac Cormac was a 14 year old brilliant student from a small village called The Three Flowers in the beautiful countryside of the Somerset. His teachers, followed by his parents, convinced him to enter the famous Stone Bridge high school in London to get a chance to enter a good university after graduation.
Evan was happy to have a chance to leave his little village. He liked his family and his teachers but he never knew how to make friends at school. Everybody was intimidated by his capacities and intelligence and they didn’t want to get too close to him. Maybe because they were afraid that intelligence could be contagious, bitterly thought Evan. The truth was that Evan was considered as a freak in his village. Every young man around him was destined to be a farmer, like their father. But Evan was not suit for this way of life. His happiness was in his books and his writings, that was all.
Even his entire family, his mum and dad and his six brothers and sisters, looked at him as he was a freak. Of course they were all very proud of his bright brain but they never understood him. They never mocked him neither they tried to stop him from studying but they somewhat always avoided his presence. Therefore, when Mrs. Jones offered him to take an entrance examination at the Bridge Stone school in London, everybody felt relieved. He wouldn’t be in their way of life and they would stop looking at him as if he came from another planet.
The day before the exam went like ever other day of the week : they all ate soup at the diner table and he went reading beside the fire place before going to bed while his mother was doing the dishes, his dad was saying good night to his cows and his brothers and sisters were playing some game. He was not unhappy at all, he was used to this repartition of roles. But for a second he hoped his parents would say something special on this special night.
He yelled an overall goodnight before climbing the stairs to his room. He was lucky, he had a room of his own. His brothers and sisters were sharing three rooms to let him have his quiet space. He knew he was lucky, somehow.
He went to bed feeling stressed about the day after. He looked at his books one last time and turned the light off early to have a good night sleep. Unfortunately, he was agitated all night. He had no idea what the school looked like. Or even London. What if he got lost and couldn’t pass the exam ? What if he took the wrong train and ended up in Scotland ? What if his alarm clock stopped working during the night and he didn’t wake up in time tomorrow morning ?
On these haunting ‘what if’ he finally fell asleep. His night was filled with nightmares and he woke up the next morning feeling dizzy and sweaty. Or at least he thought it was sweat. He took a worried look at his sheets and realized he had wet the bed. His t-shirt and pants were soaked.
How had pee himself… He had an accident ? How could he have wet the bed like a baby ? He was 14 years old for god sake ! Evan was panicking. The large puddle of pee in his bed was showing him that he was not an adult yet. He somehow wished that someone would come and reassure him as he felt some tears forming in his eyes. He had an accident and he was all alone.
He panicked for a second that people would mock him if they saw what happened, but he remembered that he was alone in his room and that nobody would have the idea to come to wake up this morning. Maybe it was finally a good thing that his family didn’t really care about him.
He got up quickly and got off his wet pyjamas and took off the wet sheets from his bed. He took his dirty laundry with him under the shower and washed them as he cleaned himself. After putting on his best clothes – a pair of beige pants, a white shirt and a dark blue cardigan sweater – he got out of the bathroom. He spread his laundry on his cupboard and on his window so it would be dry when he would be back from London at the end of the day.
He tried to forget his shameful accident and to think only about the exam coming up.
He got out of the room and found a plate of bread and jam on the table. His mother must have prepared his breakfast before going to bed the night before. She remembered, finally. Evan ate only one slice of bread, he was not hungry. On the other hand, he drunk two glasses of orange juice to wake him up.
He gave himself his final look before going to the train station : his blue eyes looked a bit tired and his face’s fine lines underlined his vulnerable look. He noticed that he should have cut his curly brown hair and tried to make some order in it with his fingers. Hopefully he would wake up in the train and his face would loose this childish look, he thought. He thought that his pee accident was marked all on his face. He looked like an ashamed kid.
He silently closed the door behind him and walked toward the train station. It was a thirty minutes walk through the countryside. Evan liked this road in the early morning; the sun was getting up but everything around him seemed to be still asleep.
There was only one platform and one train waiting in the small train station. Evan entered in the train and took a seat by the window. He checked one last time that he got his London maps with the direction’s instructions given by Mrs Jones. After a few minutes, the train started. The trip was one hour and a half long and during all this time he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened last night. He was completely disoriented by his pee accident. He had never been a normal child: he grew up quickly and became independent very young. He stopped peeing himself (day and night) at the age of 2 years old and had never experienced this kind of accident before. Therefore he couldn’t stop wondering how it could have happened just before his examination. He was so used to grow up and to be more and more independent that he couldn’t bare this experience of regression. He could feel some tears coming up in his eyes at this thoughts and tried to stop thinking about it. He couldn’t behave like a child.
He took one of his book and forced himself to read and tried to focus on his examination.
When he arrived in King’s Cross station, he couldn’t believe the mess around him. Masses of people hurrying, screaming, laughing. He suddenly felt his head spin. He was not used to that kind of traffic and he had the feeling that the crowd was going to crush him as soon as he would get out of the train. Ignoring his heart beating faster and faster, Evan got out of the train and tried to find the train station exit. He couldn’t let himself intimidated, he had to be at his exam on time. He finally found the stairs leading to the streets. He pressed his bag against him and almost run to escape the wave of people surrounding him.
When he finally got out of the station, he breathed heavily. He had to calm down before facing the examiner. He looked at his map and followed the instructions. He didn’t look up from his map, feeling on the urge to have a panic attack. He was surrounded by streets he had never seen and people in London looked so different from the countryside population that it made him feel completely losr. He thought that he would have love to have an adult which, for once, would have led him to his destination. But his father and mother would have reacted the same way as he did right now. The Three Flowers was a lovely village but it was far more different than London. He tried to vanished these childish thoughts and remembered that he was almost an adult in his family; he had to act like it.
After what seemed an eternity to Evan, he finally arrived to the school. He faced the building with complete admiration. The school took place in an old Victorian manor. The teen could noticed so many details on the walls. It sure felt very different from his home school.
He was finally pulled out from his fascination by a man who looked very strict. He must have been around 35 or 40 years. His dark hair seemed long for a man – under the ears -, it was cut very strictly and it made his green eyes darker than they originally were. He was dressed in dark colours and had a dark brown satchel. He seemed very tall to Evan, who was quite small for his age, and the man thin body underlined that impression of height.
“Are you Mr. Evan Mc Cormac ?” the man asked politely.
“Yes, sir. I come for the entrance examination.” Evan responded, feeling a pinch in his bladder due to his growing stress.
“I am Pr. Guilbert. I will be your examiner today and I will also supervise your preparation. Please, follow me.” added the teacher strictly.
Evan followed the man through the corridors, feeling his stress getting higher and higher. This teacher didn’t look nice at all and the teen was suddenly sure to fail. It was easy to feel important in a small village where education was not the priority, but in a school like this one, Evan felt like he was nothing.
Finally, Pr. Guilbert opened a door and let Evan entered first. In the room was only one huge desk at the front and a ridiculously small one in the middle. As he entered he could feel his palm getting sweaty and his bladder pinching furiously.
“Take your seat, Evan.” invited the teacher by pointing the small desk. “I will explain to you the examination’s instructions”. He gave the boy a bunch of blank paper and a pen. “You won’t have access to your bag during the exam, please give it to me”. He ordered strictly.
As he took the boy’s bag, he could see his multiple London maps and couldn’t prevent a smile, which he hid from the student.
“You have to listen very carefully the instructions because I won’t repeat them. The examination is separated in two parts: one is dedicated to writing, the other one is an oral discussion. You have one hour and thirty minutes to prepare the first one and thirty minutes for the interview. Is that clear ?” the man asked.
“Yes, professor.” replied Evan.
“For the writing part, you will have to submit an organized essay responding to the following question : Is there a better place to learn than school ? Beware, in this essay we don’t want you to defend what you think your examiner wants to read but what you really think about the subject. Is that clear ?” he asked.
“Y… Yes, sir.” answered Evan, stressed by the man’s strict tone.
“Concerning the second part of the exam, I will ask you questions and examine your capacity to formulate a clear and pertinent response as well as your capacity to extend the question. Now, do you have any question ?” he finally asked.
“Yes… Is it allowed to get out of the room for a break ?” Evan asked worried about his more and more frequent pinches in his bladder.
“Mr. Mc Cormac, no you can’t go out of the room for a break.” said the teacher, insisting with irony on the last term. “I sincerely hope that two and a half hours of work will not be too much to endure.” he finally added, sincerely ironic now.
“No. That’s not what I meant, sir...” tried Evan, but the teacher had already turn back.
As Mr. Guilbert sat behind the huge desk, he looked at his watch. After a few seconds he said, “You may begin”.
Evan decided not to think, even for a second, about his bladder. He started to write frantically on his paper to figure out a structure for his essay. After half an hour he had found all the essay’s structure and arguments and all he had to do was to develop them.
When he switched papers to write his development, he realized that he was constantly moving his legs. He hadn’t realized until now that his legs were testifying his need to pee. Even if his mind had been able to switch of the pee signal, his body was still focused on his bladder.
He decided to ignore it and started to write his essay. But at the end of the introduction, he felt his bladder pinch so hard that he had to stop writing. He crossed his legs, furiously trying to make his bladder stop annoying him. He took his pen back in his hand and wrote his first argument.
When he finished this first argument, he was quite proud of himself. He had great examples about learning in nature. But then he realized that his left hand was intensely grabbing his crotch. Hopefully, the desk was not showing his legs to the teacher. He could feel his bladder crying for relief. But he knew he couldn’t ask for the loo. He had to endure this horrible pain until the end of the exam.
He tightened his hand to his crotch and started his second argument. He managed to finish it without any accident but he had to take a break in his writing to put his second hand on his crotch. He had to pee so bad that he wasn’t sure now that he would get out of the room with his briefs dry.
After a few seconds moving back and forth on his chair, he noticed the teacher’s eyes fixed on him. His raised left eyebrow convinced Evan to get back to his writing. With regret he removed his right hand from his crotch and started writing his final argument. But he had to stop in the middle of it to tighten his penis. He had felt some pee dribbled through his penis. He could feel that his briefs were a bit wet in the front. He tried to stop the pee but he could still feel some drops coming out. After what seemed an eternity, his bladder seemed to regain a little bit of control.
He finished his last argument and went on to the conclusion. He focused on that very important part of the essay : he had to convince his reader that his development was coherent. He smiled as he put down his pen, maybe he didn’t completely fail finally.
But, if he didn’t failed his essay, he actually failed his bladder. Before he could realize it, he felt a spurt coming out of his penis. Now his briefs were soaked. He looked down his pants and was relieved that it didn’t show. But he blamed himself for wearing beige… What a stupid idea.
He put back his second hand behind his legs and tried to prevent any spurts of pee for coming down. His bladder was seriously aching and he could feel his hands trembling. He knew he was on the urge to have an accident on his chair, in front of Pr. Guilbert. He suddenly had a great idea: take of his cardigan and tie it around his hips. That way, even if the pee would show a patch, the cardigan would hide it, Evan thought. But as soon as he let go of his crotch to take of his cardigan he felt another spurt coming out and wetting his briefs. He could feel this one was bigger than the first one. When he looked down at his pants he was horrified to notice an evident small patch of pee in the front of his pants. He quickly tied his cardigan and made sure that the leaves would hide the wet spot. He put back his hands between his crotch and prayed for his bladder to be patient.
He could feel his face reddening with shame and effort. He wanted to cry so hard right now, he wanted someone to take him to the loo and tell him it was all right. But he was in a classroom with a dreadful teacher who wouldn’t even notice that he was suffering.
After this moment of despair, he tried to reason himself. He was a 14 years old teenager, he would not pee his pants ! He remembered last night’s accident and suddenly felt like a very little kid. How could he wet his pants again ?
Before he could tell himself more, the teacher called him at his desk.
He knew that getting up of his chair without wetting wouldn’t be easy… Indeed, as soon as he got up he felt a small spurt of pee wetting his briefs. He couldn’t hold his crotch now that he was facing the teacher. Tortured, Evan walked to the front of the room. Every step was a nightmare: he could feel spurts coming out. He could almost hear the hissing sound echoing in the silenced room. He couldn’t looked down to see if his pants were showing, but he could definitely feel the front of them getting wetter and wetter. But the teacher’s face showed nothing.
He sat in front of the man with relief. He handed his paper and immediately put his hands back to his crotch. He glanced at his pants and noticed with fear that there was a large patch of pee on the front. Fortunately, the cardigan seemed to have hid it from the teacher’s gaze.
Evan convinced himself that he would to regain control after he would be sitting, but he was clearly absolutely desperate now. He couldn’t help but fidgeting on his chair. Despite the teacher despising glance at him, he had no choice but to bounce evidently.
The teacher asked a first question. It was not a too complicated one for Evan. But his answer was confused. He couldn’t speak properly in his state. He kept trembling and his mouth was completely dry. Before he could finish his last sentence, he felt a huge spurt wetting his bum.
Oh no ! His bum was getting wet. He could not hide his accident from his examiner anymore. He had to pee so bad…
He bit his lips in pure despair and finished his sentence with pain.
He could see his teacher writing down some remarks on a sheet of paper.
Before the man begin to formulate his second question, Evan felt a succession of spurts coming out, wetting his bum and the beginning of his legs.
“Oh no… No… I’m gonna… I’m… Pee...” he murmured to himself.
He could hear the hissing sound of his pee coming out. He furiously hold his penis to stop the flow. He felt his face reddening and tears filling up his eyes. He wouldn’t be able to hide this awful accident to anyone now. He was peeing in his pants.
“What did you say ?” asked the teacher, clearly worried now as he saw the kid’s blurred eyes.
“I’m… sorry, sir.” said Evan, feeling the warmth of another long spurt.
The boy was now clearly crying, not able to keep his tears from falling down his red cheeks.
“Don’t cry, Evan. You’re doing just fine, you don’t need to worry.” said the man, very softly now.
Mr. Guilbert didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know why the teenager suddenly fell apart. He seemed to have written a good essay and his first answer was good. Was he too harsh on him earlier ?
“Do you want to take a break, Evan ?” he asked gently.
“No… It’s...” Another long spurt stopped him in his sentence. The pee hadn’t hit the floor yet but he could feel he was completely soaked. “Aaah… It’s too late, sir.” continued the boy, in a sob.
“What do you mean it’s too late ? You were doing good so far. What do you need, my boy ?” the man asked, now clearly moved by the boy in front of him.
“I need to pee…” answered Evan, feeling completely mortified.
“Oh. You can go to the bathroom then. We’ll continue our interview after, all right ?” the man said, surprised but relieved by the triviality of the kid’s need.
“I don’t think I can stand up, sir. I can’t hold it...” said the teen. The flow had stopped for now but he knew it would not last.
“All right, boy. It’s all right, I’ll help you.” the man said with a smile.
He got up quickly and went to the boy’s chair. As he gently hold his arm to help the boy stand up, he saw the huge patch of pee on the front of his pants.
“Oh ! You… You already wet your pants, Evan ?” he cried with surprise.
“I’m so sorry, sir… I didn’t want to… I couldn’t hold any longer. I tried, I swear !” the boy screamed between his tears.
“Okay, boy. It’s all right. I didn’t mean to scold you, I’m sure you did your best to hold it.” the man said gently. “Now, let’s try to hold it a little bit more, all right ?” he asked.
Evan nodded.
“I’ll hold you, don’t worry. Keep your hands tightened, my boy.” the man continued.
Mr. Guilbert placed an arm around the boy’s shoulder and put his hand under Evan’s arm to lift him up. The teacher didn’t realize until now that the teen looked so childlike. He was very small for his age and the man could easily lift him up.
They stepped out of the room and took a corridor. They were walking slowly, trying not to hasten the poor boy’s bladder.
“No… Oh I can’t. I can’t hold it, sir. Pee… I’m gonna pee.” said the boy frantically.
Evan froze and tried to squish his penis to hold his pee but it was too late. They both could hear the hissing sound followed by the sound of pee hitting the floor.
“I’m so… I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to.” said Evan, panicking. As he talked, the teacher could still see the stream of pee running through the boy’s pants and hear the hissing noise.
He was in shock. He surely didn’t expect that when he woke up this morning. He of course had seen some students’ accidents in the past but not like that. He used to put a firm distance between him and his students. Today, there was no distance at all.
The panicked boy’s eyes brought Mr. Guilbert back to reality. He faced the boy and crouched down to confront Evan’s eyes.
“Darling, look at me. It’s all right. I know you didn’t want to. I’m sure you tried your best. It’s an accident, dear. Do you understand ?” he said, surprised by his own softness.
The boy nodded timidly.
“I’m taking you to the infirmary were you will clean up and change your clothes and then we’ll finish our interview, okay ?” he asked, holding the boy’s arm.
“I have to clean up the mess, sir.” said Evan.
“I will call someone, don’t worry.” he tried to reassure.
Mr. Guilbert took place next to the boy again and guided him through the corridors with a hand on his back. After a quick clean up and change of clothes, they took their place back in the classroom.
Despite his horrible accident, Evan got in the school. He had weekly meetings with his new English teacher Mr. Guilbert every week.
The End |
Sector 2, not much more dangerous than the previous Sector 1, but the new area meant Iji Kataiser's journey had truly begun, she was in the thick of the fight. An invading alien force, known as the Tasen, struck the facility Iji's father worked at while she and the rest of the family were visiting. A lot of people died, Iji was put in a coma for six months, during which time the surviving researchers fitted her with Tasen technology and made her a cyborg.
Now, awake and armed with a giant nanogun, Iji was going to find Tasen General Krotera and convince him to leave the rest of Earth alone. "Okay Iji, Krotera is located in Sector 3, so just make it there." She wasn't really alone, human survivors were few, but her brother Dan was still around, giving her advice over the PA system. "And don't die. It's very important that you make it there, whatever that takes."
"I know, I know! Listen, I get the whole 'the entire human race is in my hands' thing, that I've been taken apart and fitted with alien tech, but that doesn't mean I have to give up my humanity!" Dan had been guiding Iji since she regained consciousness, just more like an instruction manual instead of a feeling person, talking down to her, and she was fed up with it. "I'm not going to kill them," she asserted, adamantly sticking to her pacifist route.
"That kind of resolve is necessary, but you can't keep living idealistically like that. You may have no choice but to kill, and you need to be prepared to do that."
"You don't have to baby me, Dan! I'm the one out here on the battlefield with the giant gun, I've got no reason to put up with your coddling!" She was angry at her brother, but in all honesty, she was frustrated for other reasons too, and it was only further exacerbating their dialogue.
From what Iji had gathered so far, her cybernetic implants were non-intrusive and minor. They added nothing besides increased strength and the ability to assimilate nanos for upgrades, her human processes remained untouched. She had realized this, not because she had gotten hungry or anything, but because of a small discomfort just a little further down. She was working her way to Krotera, but if she were to stumble across a restroom on the way there, she'd stop for a second.
It was bad. Iji really had to pee already, and it was only going to get worse. She was angry, she was stressed, she was worried, she was scared, and that'd all make this more difficult. The cyborg strength did at least extend to her holding ability, but increased pain tolerance wasn't helping much. It wouldn't be long before she'd be overwhelmed and unable to wait any longer, and she no longer had an accurate frame of reference.
"Uh, Iji? I know all of this is a lot to take in, but you should be moving by now." She was so lost in her thoughts, she had lost track of her location, it would have been a good time to kill her. Reminding her to keep going was a good thing, but Iji didn't take it as such, being mad at Dan and all. And just to add fuel to the fire, she realized he was impeding her yet again. He was keeping an eye on her progress through the facility's numerous security cameras, he could always see her. With that in mind, she couldn't show weakness now, she had to stand tall and act like nothing was wrong.
Using all her strength to hold her weapon upright, Iji walked through Sector 2, stunning any Tasen that raised their guns against her. That kind of temporary solution wasn't pain-free, the paralysis didn't last long and they usually hit her as she had her back to them, escaping, chipping away at her nano armor. She was aware of the damage, but it didn't hurt and it was easy to repair. Potshots like those, that would severely injure an ordinary person, just didn't affect her.
Unfortunately for her, machine guns weren't the only things the Tasen were packing anymore. A couple of the bigger guys had rocket launchers, and those bypassed Iji's shield entirely. It still didn't completely tear her body apart like it would to any other human, but it still had enough of an impact to send her flying. And not only did that hurt, from both the impact and the crash landing, the jolt shook her innards up something hard. Now, the mass of urine was hurting more than any of the bullets she took. But at least she got a jump upgrade out of it.
Despite all the hazards, Iji was now at the connecting bridge between Sectors 2 and 3, no leaks in her underwear. That took strength, to deny even the slightest drops of relief, and to not give in despite having no clue how long she'd need to continue to hold. It was torturous, but she'd cope with the pain, at least for now.
Perhaps that waiting had paid off, because the hall had a ladder leading outside. Maybe a quick little break outside was just what she needed, away from confinement with the Tasen, and out of sight of the security cameras. She put one foot on the lowest rung of the ladder, when Dan's voice echoed out of the wall-mounted speakers. "Iji, don't go out there."
"What? Why does it matter?"
"You're not ready to see what's out there yet."
Now he'd done it, getting Iji worked up again, bringing her back to outbursts of anger. "And what makes you think I can't handle it?! Maybe I just want some fresh air!" She continued to climb deliberately, each step ringing beneath her boots, and she shoved the ceiling hatch up and open. Once her arms were no longer needed, she was ready to reach down and unzip her pants right away.
As soon as she could see above the floorline, those thoughts dropped off the face of her mind. She was expecting to see the sky as she had always known it. Instead, her gaze was met with Tasen spaceships, dozens of them, flying above a ruined horizon. Everything she could see was destroyed. "No...he said there was only one..."
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The instant Iji processed the massacre splayed out before her, she hurriedly ducked back inside the building, almost falling back to the floor. Her stomach churned just from a glance, she would have most likely thrown up being exposed to it for a full minute while she did her business. Now, she was clutching her knees close to her face, crying into the fabric of her pants, with her legs slowly bobbing back and forth in an attempt to stave off the still growing desperation. "Shut up, you liar!" Dan's attempts to comfort her from the truth weren't being received well, either.
"Be honest with me, Iji. If I had told you up front that the Tasen hit the whole planet, would you have even left the room? Or would you have given up before you had even begun fighting?"
"What's so wrong with not wanting to go out on a suicide mission," Iji barked, picking up the speed at which her thighs were rubbing together. "If we're the only members of the human race still alive, isn't it more important that we survive?!"
"But with the Tasen around, we won't survive much longer. They reduced Earth to rubble in a day, do you really think we could last just running away. We need someone that can fight their way through the Tasen and end this bloodshed, even if it's done nonviolently. And I'm sorry to say, you're the only one that can, Iji."
"And why me?! I didn't ask to be experimented on, turned into a cyborg, made a champion! I'm nothing more than a regular woman that's having a really freaking hard time not peeing herself!" Dan didn't respond right away this time, giving Iji the chance to realize what she had tossed out in the open. "Uh, that's...I mean..."
The silence remained awkward for another couple seconds, when Dan snickered. "First I've heard you complain about that, as long as I've known you. I just kind of assumed you didn't use the bathroom."
He had a point, Iji's 6'3 frame gave her a lot of holding capacity, but she had never seen it as too above average. Not like she never needed the bathroom, she just didn't overtly show it. "Hey, I'm being serious! I haven't gone in six months, after all!"
"I'm not sure that's entirely accurate, but okay. I'll check the cameras and see if I can find bathrooms in Sector 3. That is, if you're willing to keep going. It's really your choice this time."
"It's not like you're really giving me much of an option, if this is the only way I can pee. Alright, I'll get up." With her gun laying on the floor, Iji had the mobility to jump back to her feet, pleasantly surprised how light she felt without the giant weapon, until she painfully realized why that maneuverability was a bad thing right now. "Ohhhhh crapcrapcrapcrapcrap," she shouted, pressing her hands on the front of her pants and marching in place. "If I can even make it that far!" She lifted her gun up, grunting under the strain, and ran as fast as she could, all things considered a slow speed, into Sector 3 and riding the elevator down.
Iji had been biting her lip all throughout the descent, distracted enough that she wasn't at the ready to meet the Tasen waiting for her at the destination. She probably could have been killed if this blue-armored Tasen didn't surrender at the sight of Iji. "Wait! Anomaly, I'm glad I found you!"
Maybe not her smartest move, but Iji didn't see this Tasen girl as a threat, and continued not to shoot. "Who are you?"
"I'm Vateilika, and I unofficially represent the soldiers in this part of the building. You see, our orders are to kill all human resistance, but the reports of the Human Anomaly, that's you, made me realize something. Not only do you seem impossible to kill, you haven't killed a single one of us despite being armed with a nanogun...and we don't want to kill any humans anyway. So, I figured a little truce was in order."
Iji had gotten so used to the Tasen being a threat, she was actually surprised to see them negotiating, even after she had humanized them in her mind and refused to kill them. "A truce?"
"Yeah, it's simple. You don't kill us, we don't kill you. We'll even open some doors for you so you can escape from here. You are trying to escape, right?"
"Actually, I'm looking for Krotera...and something else," she added under her breath.
If Vateilika even heard the last part, she still completely focused on the first half. "You're a human, he's not going to listen to a word you say! Just take the chance and get out of here while you can! We're trying not to cause any trouble for you, don't just turn around and screw everything up for us!"
"I don't have much of a choice! I need to talk to him and convince him to le-hng!" Right in the middle of her declaration, a gigantic wave of desperation struck her, and all her strength had to go to not letting it progress further. And her delicate, top-heavy balance was upset, and she collapsed onto the floor, only keeping one foot steady. She hadn't let go of her gun to grab herself, but damn was she tempted, even with someone watching.
"Uh, are you injured, Anomaly? Did you take a bullet on the way here?"
"Well, yes, several, but that's not..." Iji didn't want to admit it, but after her previous display, she didn't have anything more to hide. It'd be a whole lot less embarrassing than the alternative. "Do Tasen use the bathroom?"
Once again, another awkward silence followed, until Vateilika nodded. "Ah, that's it! That's a surprisingly mundane thing for the Human Anomaly to be felled by." She laughed, and Iji considered shooting her now. "Sorry, I don't really know where they are."
"What? Haven't you been here for six months?"
"Yeah, but everything looks the same around here, I can't remember exactly where I saw them on patrols. Honestly, I gave up months ago, it's way easier to just use a corner or something."
In a previous life, Iji might have objected to a suggestion like that. But now, society had crumbled, let the girl break one convention of appropriate behavior. "Alright, I'm off then!" With a burst of new energy, she grabbed her cannon and walked past her Tasen ally.
"So, do you want me to stop looking for a real bathroom," Dan's voice crackled over the loudspeaker.
"Agh!" Iji had forgotten about her brother's involvement in the matter, and hearing him again startled her, miraculously still not causing a leak. "If you can find one closer than the nearest secluded corner, I'm all ears. If you can't, don't judge!"
"I wasn't going to judge. This whole thing has been about doing what you need to even if it sucks. Do whatever."
"I was planning to, Dan!" Already on the verge of an accident, Iji stiffly walked away to anywhere but here. If she could just find an empty hall, all this would be over.
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"Why does this have to be so hard?!" It should have been such a simple thing to find, with her standards this low, why did a secluded spot of floor have to be so elusive? There were still Tasen everywhere, even if they weren't attacking, there was no way they'd listen if she demanded a moment of privacy. This was a shaky truce they were part of, if someone acted suspicious, gunfire would be exchanged once more. And requesting to have no witnesses was really shifty, even if it was just for a pit stop. "Tell me you're having better luck, Dan!"
"Uh...not particularly. You're getting closer to Krotera, at least."
"Yeah, a Tasen General will be so ready to negotiate with a human wearing soaked pants! Kind of higher priorities right now!" Now that she wasn't in danger, she took the time to lay her nanogun down on the barrel, and go through the motions to appease her bladder for a short time. Hands gripping tight between her legs, bouncing on her heels, swinging her knees together, and grimacing with a whine. This wasn't the first time she needed to halt her search just to dance in the last five minutes.
Being 20 years old, Iji had experience with her body's limits, she could say with almost absolute certainty, this was way worse than anything she had experienced before. There was merit to her earlier theory that becoming a cyborg did make her bladder stronger, she would have definitely wet herself by now before. And that only got her imagining, if she was bursting with that perk on her side, how much pee was she holding?
Thinking about it turned out to be a very poor idea. Just the idea of that huge volume inside her made it want to escape ten times more, another wave of desperation hit, more like a tsunami this time. At last, her fortitude hit its cap, and she couldn't keep it all in. It wasn't flooding out, that was actually impressive under the massive pressure, but some finally trickled into her underwear. Iji froze at feeling that slight wetness, the dam had cracked and would probably burst with the fury of raging rapids soon enough.
Iji had no choice if she wanted to avoid a full-out drenching, she dropped her gun, which landed with a crash that might have broken her foot, and went back to her dance. This time, the rhythm was picked up, her breathing turned shallow, and she was trembling. It was a miracle she had held off a natural function like this for so long, but it would wait no longer. Iji needed to pee. "You better tell me you've got something planned only four steps away, Dan!"
"Depends how much you're willing to show off, I'm still seeing a handful of Tasen troops near you."
"I'm so close to accepting that, that's not a good thing!"
"Really...I think I've got an idea. Hold on a sec, Iji."
"What do you think I've been doing, Dan?! ...Dan?" No response this time, and that made Iji a little uncomfortable. Yes, it gave her one less person watching, but he wasn't exactly the one she was worried about.
She leaned against a wall, continuing to buckle under pain, unable to do anything meaningful to stop the growing dampness spreading across her panties. It was all she could do to keep it at a level where she was in agonizing pain and starting to pee herself. "Come on Dan, hurry the hell up, I don't have all day here," she muttered, counting each all-important passing second.
Finally, something happened. She couldn't even identify what it was, like a weird buzzing and whirring, coming from far away but really loud. "What kind of solution is that?!" She couldn't see how that would help, but maybe Dan had some better clue. Out of the corner of her eye, nearly closed in an attempt to to hold just a drop more, she saw one of the Tasen soldiers notice the noise, look around in an attempt to locate it, and run off to investigate. A quick peek at another soldier around the area revealed he had done the same. "Oh...thank you so much!"
Iji didn't move from her spot, she couldn't have if she wanted to. No one was looking at her now, that meant her hands bolted to undo her pants' button and yank down their zipper. She didn't even waste a millisecond getting her clothes off, spreading her legs and squatting with her back against the wall.
She couldn't even get into the right position before pee began pouring out of her like a bathtub spigot, creating a translucent golden puddle, growing and spreading ridiculously quickly. The force of more urine joining that already ejected made the pond ripple, bubble, and pulsate outwards, all accompanied by a cascading roar of splashing liquid, and an overwhelming unpleasant smell.
Iji hadn't even realized she was holding her breath, but when she finally released hold over her bladder, she exhaled heavily, like she had just surfaced above the water in a pool. She could practically feel her bladder draining, shrinking, gushing out of her in an uneven torrent. It certainly hurt, being pushed beyond human limits like that, but no more than any other pain she'd felt today. It was also a certain kind of amazing, it felt way more good, a rare kind of ecstasy not usually reserved for a situation like this. She was so tired, her muscles were exhausted even with the enhancements, she could finally relax.
Eventually, though, she started to get bored. The blissful feeling wore off in half a minute, which was hardly a problem when her previous desperate average was around a minute. Now, she was well above that time and still going like she had barely started. She had realized already that her upgraded body increased her ability, but how much it improved in this specific area was astounding. Not enough to keep her interested, however, as she laid her chin in her palm, waiting for it to be over.
Somewhere around the two minute mark, her desire was met, as the waterfall somewhat steeply dropped off into a light trickle before stopping entirely. Iji forced out no small amount that stayed in, and finally, she could take comfort in knowing she was finished. "Phew...that shouldn't have been possible."
No longer completely lost in relief, Iji had the chance to look over the damage she had caused, since it had sort of flown under the radar before this. She had registered that she had wet her underwear up to now, but had no way of realizing exactly how much. It was somewhat bad, plenty of yellow discoloration stained into the white fabric, but it wasn't the worst. Some quick consideration had Iji decide she'd rather deal with it than fully remove her panties, it's not like they'd soak through and become visible. Or, more visible than the tiny reflective dot on her black pants. She'd be fine.
At least, it was absolutely nothing compared to what she had left on the floor. It was such a huge amount that it was kind of embarrassing to even look at, knowing she had done it. It could almost be mistaken for a broken water main, if only it wasn't golden. That was pretty unmistakable. Luckily, she had wandered a distance from where she dropped her gun, so it was unaffected. She didn't want to think about it anymore, she pulled her pants back up, fastened them, grabbed her gun, and hurried away as fast as she could manage, a lot more comfortable than she had been up until now.
For a little while, she didn't have to think about it, nothing confronted her and it was like she got away with it. Until five minutes had passed, when Dan's voice finally returned. "You finished yet, Iji?"
"Yeah, I'm done." She wanted to continue forgetting her shame, until something about the question occurred to her. "Why did you wait that long to check? Did you really think it could have possibly taken anywhere close to that long?"
"Well, I wasn't going to check the cameras to see how you were doing, obviously. I wanted to wait enough time to be absolutely sure you were done."
"...alright, thanks. For more than just that."
"So, are you going to do anything to clean up after yourself?"
"Just ignore it! Forget it, I didn't do anything, it's someone else's problem!" Dan could have questioned that kind of logic, but perhaps it would be better to just leave her alone. She'd been through enough, and it wasn't going to be much easier, as Iji walked towards Krotera.
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Iji had met the Tasen General, made her way through to Sector 7, and, to put it mildly, a lot had changed since then. There was a new alien threat in the form of the Komato, a whole lot of new threats that brought, and a bounty on the Human Anomaly with hunters to collect. Everything was going bad, and Iji was still in the middle, on a hunt for another military official to negotiate a peaceful solution.
"Have you been looking at any of the logbooks, Iji?"
"No, there's like a million of them, I really don't have the time to read every single one of them."
"They might have some useful information on the Komato we can use. Look, just read one of them."
Iji rolled her eyes. "Fine, if it'll make you happy." She grabbed the nearest electronic journal, turned it on, and was met with the most recent entry.
Ugh, I swear, Vateilika is the worst! So, my girlfriend Maeja told me something that happened to her earlier in Sector 3. She had to go look at some blown out loudspeaker, and on the way there, she stepped in a puddle of piss! We both know it was Vateilika's, she does this all the time and it's disgusting! Is it too hard for her to make it to a corner no one's going to find now, if she's going to treat this whole place like her personal toilet?! -Wak Torma
Dan had no way of reading the writings from his position in the control room, but from the bright red blush breaking out on his sister's face, he was able to make an educated guess to the basic contents. "Someone else's problem, huh?" |
I'm just a regular guy named Xi. Once I reached the age of self-awareness, I realized I would get really turned on by Omorashi, despite the fact that I had never seen a real life wetting before this. Well anyway, here's my story.
I was in 6th period lunch, just chatting with my friend John. Nothing eventful really happened that day. "So Xi, are you ready for that essay?" "What essay?" "The one in English… the rhetorical analysis one?" To be honest, I had completely forgotten. "Sure." I looked at the clock in the lunchroom, and realized that it was almost time to go. So I got up to go throw away my trash. I returned to the table, "Well, I guess I'll see you later." The bell rang, "See ya Xi." I walked to my English class that was on the third floor.
I walked in, and sat down in my seat near the back. My friend Clementine walked in. She sat down next to me, "Hey." "Ready for this essay?" She smiled, which was like the best part of my day. "Of course. I hope it's a decent prompt though." I had a pretty deep crush for Clementine, but I never really had the nerve to ask her out. Our teacher handed us the prompt. "So we have to write an essay on the Emancipation Proclamation?" Clementine sighed, and took out an orange pen. I should mention that she has a pen in Pretty much every color. I guess today was an orange-ish day. "You may now begin your essay." The teacher said.
After like 30 minutes into the essay, I thought mine was looking pretty good. I glanced over at Clementine to see how she was doing. I saw that she was on her second page already, so that was pretty good. But I also noticed her legs were crossed, and her left hand was pushing on her skirt. I immediately felt hot. I tried to focus on my essay, but every so often I would glance over at Clementine. She shifted uncomfortably. After 10 more minutes, I got up and turned my essay in. "15 minutes remaining, are you sure you're finished?" "Yeah." And it was true; I had 3 pages finished, and I felt that they were real quality paragraphs. I returned to my seat, and stared at the clock until the bell rang. Clementine got up and calmly turned in her essay. "How do you think you did?" "Hmm? Fine." We walked out of the classroom together. We reached the hallway we usually take, and there were a bunch of security guards standing in it. We tried to go around, "Hey. This hallway is closed right now. You have to use the other hallway." "But the other hallway is all the way around the building!" I protested. "I'm sorry, but there's been an accident that is being dealt with." Clementine pulled my arm and we hurried to the other hallway. We barely made it downstairs when the bell rang. "Good thing we have gym, right?" "Yeah," she sighed. She continued down the hallway to the girls' locker room, and I entered the boys' locker room. I quickly got changed and headed upstairs.
I entered the gym, and just made attendance. Clementine rushed up, and barely made it too. "Cutting it a bit close again aren't we?" Mr. Wilson commented. "The hallway's closed so we had to take a longer route." "Ah. Well today we're going to continue cycling. Let's go." We followed outside to the storage building where the outdoor equipment is kept. We each got a bike. "Remember, stay off the roads. Sidewalks only." "Which way do you want to go Clementine?" "Eh, the usual spot." "Okay." We put our helmets on and cycled down the sidewalk for a good 10 minutes. Then we went off on a small trail, where we followed until we were in a well hidden clearing of woods. I parked my bike by Clementine's, and we sat down in the grass. "So what do you want to do?" I asked. "Just relax." We laid in the grass, and I took out my phone to keep watch on the time. About 10 minutes later Clementine said, "I have to pee." I looked over at her. "Um, okay?" "Like really badly…" "What do you want me to do?" "I don't know. Maybe we should head back?" "We don't have to be back for another 20 minutes. And I doubt Mr. Wilson will let us in early to use the restroom." She laid quietly next to me for another 5 minutes. "Xi… can you cover me while I pee?" "What?" "I'm sorry… but I really have to go and I don't want someone to see." "I guess. What do I do?" She sat up and moved by a bush. "Don't look. If anyone comes, shout." I watched for people for about 3 minutes. "Hey Clementine, we should be getting back soon. We have 10 minutes to get back." She came back, and got on her bike. "You okay?" "Yeah, but it wouldn't come out because you were here." "Sorry." I got on my bike, and followed Clementine out of the woods. We got back to the school in about 10 minutes, and we put the bikes back. The rest of the class was heading inside, and I followed. "You two are always cutting it close! Bell rings in a minute, so you better get changed quickly! Wouldn't want to miss the bus!" "Oh shoot." I misjudged the time we were in the clearing. We hurried inside, and I quickly got changed and grabbed my bag. I met Clementine in the hallway, "We've got to hurry to the bus." "I still have to pee." "I know, but we don't live too far away." She sighed, and we hurried to the bus. She sat in the window seat, and I sat next to her. A few other people got on, and the bus took off.
Clementine crossed her legs and held herself. The bus seemed to encounter every red light on the way. Clementine shifted and put her hand down her skirt. I wasn't trying to stare, but I could see her white panties. I looked away embarrassed. The bus finally arrived at our stop.
"Clementine, we're here." "Okay." She pulled her hand out of her skirt, and we walked off the bus. The bus pulled away, and we walked down our street. "Xi…" Clementine stopped and crossed her legs and held herself. "Are you okay?" "I don't think I can hold it much longer." "My house is right there, you can come use my bathroom." "Okay." We hurried to my house, and I opened the door for her. She stepped inside and I helped her to the hallway. She abruptly stopped and jammed her hand against her skirt. "We're almost there." "I…" I saw a small stream run down her legs. "Let's hurry." I grabbed her arm and led her to the bathroom. She hobbled into the bathroom, and I helped her to the toilet. I heard a soft hiss, and a splash. "I'm so sorry… I couldn't hold it." I felt really hot knowing that I had just witnessed her have an accident. "It's okay." I hugged her. She cried into my shoulder, "I'm so embarrassed…" "Well… I kinda find it a bit sexy." She looked up into my eyes. "Huh?" *Sniffle* "I touched the rim of her skirt, "Maybe we can take this elsewhere?" "Um, I guess." I led her to my bedroom, and I playfully unbuttoned her skirt. The sight of her soaked panties was beyond perfect. I had originally thought they were white, but they were a dark grey in the crotch. |
Hi guys, I've been lurking around for really long, and have been reading amazing stories. I have some wild fantasies for myself, so I figure why not write them down into stories. So here it is, my first contribution to the site. I haven't written fanfictions for long so if the language is rusty, sorry. Also, in this I'd incorporate another fetish of mine, sorry if it ruins the mood.
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I've been seeing my girlfriend, Alice, for the last half a year. I've had a crush on her for long; I love her cute round face, her huge glasses, her petite body, her quirky personality. She was, what I would call, a little pile of cuteness. It was senior year, and I figured, there wasn't anything to lose, so I pulled up my courage to ask her out, and by RNGesus blessings, she said yes! So, here we are, having done with our exams, out of school, and still madly in love.
Enough on our relationship. Alice is an Asian girl, with a skin tone fairer than most girls around; just a mere 5", with black straight hair flowing down until her waist. She always sports a huge-framed pair of glasses, which looks amazing on her tiny round face. The cutest girlfriend I could ever ask for.
We've planned for this trip to the beach for months. Just two of us, no parents, no friends. It took some, and I mean a real lot of convincing, but our parents finally agreed to let us go. We took a train to the beach town, and shared a dirt cheap motel room together. For a few days, things were perfect. Alice by my side, we play on the beach, hike mountains, ride bikes along the windy shores, and fall asleep cuddling each other.
It was the third day of our vacation. Today we were heading over to a secluded section of the beach, where not so many tourists know of, since the way in is a dirt trail out of nowhere separating from the main street. I just happened to find this place while checking out Google satellite map. We packed our small sling bags with swimwear and spare clothes, and headed out. We arrived in less than an hour, indeed, the entire area was empty for miles.
Alice suddenly winked at me and whispered "I have a little surprise for you!" "What's that?" I asked "Just go and get changed, you'll see! And don't peep!" She naughtily responded. So I found a bush, stripped off my clothes and put on my swimming trunk. I walked back out, waiting for Alice. And holy shit...
She was wearing our full school uniform! White blouse, a form fitting, navy blue knee length skirt, a navy blue tie, knee socks and finished with black loafers. She looked... stunning. Like an angel, in that uniform, in this place out of nowhere. I had a hard on in a microsecond; she just smiled and said "I figure you deserve a little treat". My tongue just tied itself in my mouth and I couldn't say a word.
We sat down along the tree line, watching the beach, hand in hand. I can't stop staring at her pristine white blouse and neatly pressed skirt; she knew it and just smiled the whole time. We talked, talked a lot, about our memories in high school, our plans, our future together etc. And after a while, I realised she was constantly shifting around.
"What's with that...uh... shuffling? Ants or something?" I asked. "Well let's just say... I had a lot to drink this morning, and now I'm pretty kinda have a lot of water down there..." I had the hardest erection in my life, and before I could ask, she said "Yeah, I know about your... peculiar fetish. I saw it on your phone once, when you left it open". I was totally red by then. "It's all right" she said "let's just talk for a bit more".
A few minutes later, she blurted out "It's... I'm about to wet!". And without saying a thing, she jumped onto my lap. Her butt, covered with the soft material of the skirt, was rubbing onto my penis. She was bending over, pressing down hard on the front hem. "You're ok?" "NO, I'm going to... It's leaking!" A hiss was heard, and her bottom had a damp spot. I can feel it directly on my bare thigh. "It won't stop!" She kept straining, holding hard onto the skirt, but it was useless. Hiss after hiss, spurt after spurt came out, in less than ten seconds, there was a large enough wet patch. It was spreading all over, even wetting my swimming trunk. She managed to stem the flow for a bit, turn around and with a smile, asked me "that was amazing, isn't it? I still have a bladder full down there!" I was totally mute, and could only respond with a nod. My swimming trunk was already creamed at that point. And for the next five minutes, it was heaven on earth. None of us said a single word; Alice was still there with her soaked skirt, and releasing her bladder spurt by spurt. She sure was holding a lot; by the end, her skirt was totally soaked front to back, even the bottom of her blouse was damp.
I felt like the luckiest man on earth, having this 'pile of cuteness' sitting on me, now with a completely soaked skirt. We just stayed there, resumed with our small talk, while I was constantly rubbing her wet skirt, savouring the wetness and the glistening fabric. Then after a while, she stood up and declared "I have to wash this off, or else it's ruining my uniform!" And headed straight for the water. She nonchalantly stepped in, first wetting her shoes, and the socks, up to knee level. “It’s so cold, come in with me!” I dashed in immediately and hugged her, well, more like pounced on her. She lost balance and fell off, and in a moment, her entire uniform was soaking wet. We hugged and kissed and cuddled, playing in the waves, my bare skin rubbing against her soaking wet uniform, it was indeed, heavenly. For a while, I just wanted this to last forever, I’d even die right here, right now, in the arms of Alice and her wet uniform.
It was noon. The sun was already high up, Alice and I was tired. We decided it was time to head back to our hotel. I grabbed my bag and went behind a bush, wiped myself off, and changed back to street clothes. When I was done, I realized Alice was still standing there, in her wet clothes. “Why aren’t you changing?” “Nah, I like it this way. It feels good. I won’t get sick, it’s warm here”. Knowing I can’t make her change her mind, and I honestly wouldn’t want either, I just said “Then let’s go home!”. We walked past the trail, back onto the main road and headed back. Alice didn’t seem to mind the uniform flapping around, sticking to her thigh as she walked. The tropical sun was intense enough that, by the time we was almost back, her uniform was completely dry! Except for the bits of sand and wrinkles, no one could have known she just soaked that outfit with pee and sea water.
As we cross the park near the hotel, Alice tugged my arm with a shy smile. “What is it?” I asked “Well, I sorta, have to like, pee again, really bad” “Well, just pee then, I guess” I replied, with a naughty smirk, and Alice got it. She squatted down on the grass, without even getting the skirt out of the way, and just peed through it. “Well, save the rest for later!” she said, as she stood up just after a few seconds of peeing, but enough to soak the back of her skirt. And with that, she casually walked in front of me on the way back, teasing me with her butt, the glistening skirt hugging it tightly, and the occasional desperation dance.
We entered our room, and I, at this point, pumped with adrenaline and whatever dozens of hormones, told her “Now, show me what you have, will you?” Without a word, Alice pressed down on the front hem, and peed out the rest onto the floor, streams of pee flowing through the front of her skirt and through her palm. She sat down on her puddle, made a fake but extremely cute cry, and whimpered “I’ve been a bad student…punish me”. I couldn’t hold it anymore, tore off my clothes, lifted up her skirt and went down on her right there, with the uniform still on. That was the moment when I understood the meaning of ‘ecstasy’ |
This is another sequel to that "Lesbien Desperation and Wetting" story I wrote. This has a very small farting thing in it, but just one. Im not too into that, but I do notice it.
Sorry I've been lacking content, life has ben a bit hectic lately. But without any further ado, here is the third installment of Mariah's Adventures in Omorashi. Stay tuned for part four!
Mariah had been discovering more and more dirty little secrets about herself. She'd been holding in full bladders almost every day for the past three weeks. She'd explained her interests to Samantha, who was completely supportive, as long as Mariah was okay with Samantha's fetish.
Samantha liked to have her lover tied up while they had sex, and that was all she told her.
Mariah was in her room, long awaiting her girlfriend, who should be arriving soon. To suprise Samantha, she purchased four handcuffs. Her plan was to combine their two fetishes into one, by urgently needing to piss while tied up, and completely at Samantha's mercy. They had talked about Samantha toeturing Mariah's full bladder before, and it got both of them extremely excited.
She wanted it all to be ready even before she got here, as to not waste any time in Sam's busy schedule. The first thing Mariah did was somethjng she didn't have a very good feeling about. Along with a bad ache in her bladder, she felt that it wouldn't be a good idea, but she did it anyway. She placed duct tape over her pussy to stem the flow of any pee that might want to escape with her not going to be able to hold herself and all. Then, she cuffed her ankles to the bottom of her bed and her wrists to the top, one hand being particularly strenuous, forcing her to use her mouth to clasp it shut. She was now completely helpless.
Her belly ached with the need to pee. She fidgeted with her legs, even though it served no purpose. She was excited for this, though. Samantha was always cancelling on her for her job lately, but tonight was a sure thing.
What would have been a spurt of pee was blocked by the tape. She felt it at the end of her urethra, then retreat back to her bladder. She needed to pee bad already.
Her phone rang and scared her, making her need to pee a little worse. It was obnoxiously loud, especially since she couldn't answer it.
The phone went to voicemail, and Samantha's voice came over the speaker:
"Hey Mar, I'm really so sorry, but I'm gonna be a few hours late. Something came up at work and I can't turn it down. Ughh! You know how it is. Anyway, Im excited for tonight, Ill see you soon!"
Her heart dropped to her stomach, which dropped to her bladder, which was begging for release. She couldn't hold it for HOURS. She had very little problem with being tied up, she would probably sleep, but she peeked down at the tape keeping back the copious amount of fluid inside her and feared she would burst. She looked down at the bathroom door, which was open just enough for the toilet to be visible. It was going to be absolute torture. She really needed to use it.
"Ohhh god..." she groaned, and fidgeted with her legs. Mariah relaxed herself and tried to let it flow free, but it was blocked off. She pushed hard to no avail.
She looked at the clock. It was ten minutes after Samantha called. The intense pulse of her bladder lingered inside her and refused to leave.
She checked the clock every thirty seconds for an hour after that. Then, it went from checking the clock to grimacing in pain, moaning and groaning, complaining to no one in particular, and staring at the toilet just ten feet away.
By now, a bulge in her bladder was clearly visible. She was nearing her limit. She drank a lot of water to prepare for this.
"Ohhh fuck it hurts.... I really have to go... this sucks. I hate you Samantha. You're gonna make me exploooo--" A wave of desperation hit. Her bladder contracted, and she felt pee nearing her peehole. That would have been the one to make her wet herself and she knew it. Mariah was now at her limit. She really needed to pee.
A half hour passed. Tears were beginning to form in Mariah's eyes. It looked like there was a water balloon in her stomach. She often pulled on the cuffs because of the pain. Her bladder was enormous, stretched far too much. It was pulsating heavily. The ocean of pee inside her goes from screaming to escape through complete agony to begging for release through a painful ache.
"I have to go so bad... I need to pee.... In a toilet... or anything... I just need to go..." She looked down at the bulge in her belly. "Oh my god... look at it, this is awful... My bladders going to tear, isn't it... or rupture... ohh god it hurts..." She remembered back to the night under Ari's bed, and wondered if it was worse than what she was feeling right now.
After another hour, she was certain that it was worse. Her bladder was unbelievably huge. Tears were constantly streaming down her face, and she sobbed and cursed and yankd on the cuffs. She really needed to pee.
"H-Holy fuck I n-need to piss..." Her naked body was shaking from head to toe, and she was drenched in sweat. Over the searing pain of her overfilled bladder, she felt a needto fart that made her need to go pee even worse. She did it, then the feeling returned. A bigger fart, and a bigger push on her bladder to amplify the pain. She let it go, but it was the least of her problem. "O-Oh my god," she cried. She really needed to pee. This was the worst she'd ever needed to go in her life, worse than under the bed, worse than her holds, anything. She wanted more than anything to remove the tape from her pussy that was holding back the torrential ocean of pee inside her.
Downstairs, she heard keys in the door, then it opening. It was Samantha!
She could finally get relief. Her bladder was so full and hurt so bad she couldn't even think about holding it any longer.
Samantha entered the room. She smiled and made a comment about Mariah, obviously thinking it was all part of the act that she was completelt desperate to get free.
"S-Samantha... take the tape off... please... I have to pee..."
Samantha didn't do this. She ran her fingers down Mariah's body until she got to her bladder, which was rock hard and enormous. "Jesus christ, Mariah, did you drink a lake?"
"Just take off the t-tape, Samantha, you f-fucking idiot..."
"Is that any way to speak to your master? I'll take this tape ofd, but there better not be even a drop of pee here!"
Samantha tore the tape off her pussy. It hurt bad, but not nearly as much as Mariah's bladder. It finally released, letting go a torrent of pee, shooting out of her pussy. Samantha kissed her, and Mariah didn't kiss back. She came from the extreme relief, multiple times.
"O-Oh, god"
She pissed for over four minutes, and when she finished, there were pins and needles in her bladder. Her pussy was soaked, as was the bedsheet, and the mattress. Although they were soaking up a lot of urine, there was still a huge puddle between Mariah's legs. Samanha continued to kiss her, and she could care less, but maybe she just needed a break from omorashi for a while. |
Hi all,
Sorry it's been a while since I've written. Here is the next chapter for Jenny, Annie, Megan and Katy. I hope you like it!
It was late morning and Jenny was sitting at her computer working on homework. She had on grey yoga pants with pink bikini style panties underneath and a pink t-shirt. The crotch of her pants was wet, but not soaked. She had been releasing small spurts of pee into her pants every 15 minutes or so since she woke up two hours ago. She looked at her crotch. It was damp and dark grey. She released a small spurt and watched the material glisten momentarily, then she felt a small amount of warm urine pool around her bum. Her phone vibrated. It was a text from her cousin Megan. Actually, Jenny and Megan aren't really related. Megan's mom married Jenny's uncle when they were younger and then divorced just a couple years ago. They were related by marriage, but not by blood. Jenny unlocked her phone and read Megan's message: "Hey, sorry if this is awkward, you don't have to answer if you don't want to but.... you like peeing your pants right?" Jenny's stomach dropped and she suddenly felt exactly how full her bladder is. Her first automatic reaction was to type "Ew, no that's gross!" but as she typed it, she remembered all of the times she had been caught by Megan and Katy. Her thumb hovered over the send button as she recollected the most recent one. It was Katy's 9th birthday just over two months ago.
Flashback: Megan threw a small party at her house with 8 of Katy's friends. Jenny went into the bathroom and pulled down her jeans but not her panties, then sat on the toilet and peed through them. Mid-way through a kid started banging on the door and shouting "Hurry! I have to pee!" The kid sounded desperate and Jenny didn't want to cause her to have an accident, so Jenny pushed and peed fast. The wetness spread more on her panties than usual due to increased flow. When she was finished, she neglected to wipe the excess pee off of her panties and pulled her jeans up over them. She opened the door and went to the kitchen to wash her hands so the kid could have the bathroom sooner. She though nothing of it and then sat down on a bar stool in the kitchen. She felt the usual warm wetness of her panties on her bum and smiled slightly as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Then Megan came in and asked Jenny to help her pass out cake. Jenny stood up and Megan immediately noticed. She said softly with a half joking tone "Did you have an accident?" Jenny's face flushed bright red as she suddenly realized her mistake of not wiping off the extra wetness. She twisted and looked at her own butt. The seat of her jeans was damp. Not soaked, but wet enough to be noticeable. Before Jenny could think of an excuse, Megan said "It's ok, you stay in here until you dry and I'll handle the cake." Jenny sat back on the bar stool. She was embarrassed and suddenly had a strong desire to go home.
Present: Jenny's phone vibrated again and another message arrived from Megan: "Sorry, I thought maybe it was a fetish, so I googled it and it turned out to be." Jenny thought for a few minutes, her heart pounded the whole time and her abdomen tingled. Her bladder kept pushing for relief but she held it as she was deep in thought. She came to the conclusion that she was already busted and may as well just face it. She erased her message and, after rephrasing three drafts, sent this message back to Megan: "You caught me, it is a fetish. It's embarrassing so I don't tell anyone. You should try it!" Jenny's stomach was somersaulting in anticipation as she awaited Megan's response. Her emotions rocked back and forth between anxiety and excitement. To calm herself, she tried to pee her pants, but now she couldn't get it to release. She chuckled slightly at the irony. Then her phone vibrated again. She stared at the notification on the lock screen with Megan's name on it, working up the courage to read the response. Finally she unlocked her phone and read: "Maybe. I've thought about it. I don't know." Jenny was disappointed. Not at the answer itself, but at the fact that she had worked herself up so much just to receive such a mundane response. The tingling in her abdomen went away and she was able to relax. Jenny decided to press a bit: "You could try it in just panties. Just sit on the toilet with your panties on and pee through them." Megan took longer to reply this time. No bother though, Jenny was finally able to release and warm pee flooded the crotch of her panties, then pooled around her bum on the chair. A few seconds later she heard pee streaming off the back of the seat and splattering on the floor. Her phone vibrated, but she ignored it until she had finished peeing her pants. Her grey yoga pants were soaking wet and the seat of her faux leather computer chair had a nice puddle that she was sitting in. She sighed in relief and felt content. There was a slight tingle in her clit, but she ignored it and picked up her phone. The message from Megan read: "I did it! And I did what you do and pulled my jeans up over them. You're right, it does feel good!" Jenny got super excited and threw a fist in the air with a hushed "Yes!" She wanted to get Megan to do more, but decided to ease her into it slowly. She texted Megan back: "Yes it does!" Megan responded: "I think I'll wear these until they dry." Jenny replied "I always do." As Jenny thought about Megan peeing her panties and wearing them under her jeans, she became increasingly turned on. Her phone vibrated again, but she ignored it once again and instead slid her hands into her wet panties. She again imagined Megan peeing her panties and she began to masturbate. She imagined Megan doing other pee related things too, each new fantasy being more daring or dirty than the last. She masturbated more vigorously as she imagined Megan peeing in her jeans, wetting the bed, and peeing her pants together with Jenny. Jenny finally orgasmed as she imagined Megan peeing her pants at the park while Katy played on the playground. Jenny leaned back in her chair, feeling wet and satisfied. She wiped her hands, then picked up her phone and read the message: "Thanks cuz! Happy peeing!" She smiled and replied "You're welcome! Happy peeing!" Jenny stared at the wall and took a few minutes to enjoy what had just happened. As she sat up to return to her homework, she checked the time. "Shit!" she said out loud. Her class starts in 20 minutes. She jumped out of her chair and felt pee run down the backs of both of her legs. She quickly grabbed a yellow towel from her closet and mopped up the puddle on the floor and wiped down her chair. She didn't have time to shower, she had to hope that she wouldn't reek of pee during class. She changed into clean clothes, wiping herself down before putting on the dry ones. She sprayed herself with extra perfume and put on extra deodorant before grabbing her backpack and running out the door with only 10 minutes until class start. She made it one minute late. The teacher said nothing and started class. Jenny had made it just fine, but had trouble concentrating after her conversation with Megan. |
"It's getting close to 11," Sagiri Izumi noticed. She needed to keep an eye on the time, she had scheduled a drawing livestream, she didn't want to leave Eromanga Sensei's fans waiting. So now was the time to start preparing for that, she saved a drawing she was working on independently, and opened a blank canvas to work on. She didn't need to worry much about getting dressed, she could stay in her pajamas, just put on a jacket and mask to hide that one of the best lewd artists on a marginally popular light novel series was a not even teenage girl.
First things first, she had an important need to attend to before going live, though still just as routine. She grabbed an empty soda bottle she kept near her laptop for just this reason, unscrewed the cap, and slid her pajama pants and underwear halfway down her thighs. Placing the bottle's small opening against her exposed privates, she relaxed, and a slightly golden-tinged liquid began calmly flowing into the container.
This was how Sagiri handled her potty breaks most of the time. She had been a shut-in for years, this was her normal life, she now considered it weakness to leave her room. She would, on occasion, she had just started doing her own laundry and the pee bottle did need to be emptied, but if she didn't need to leave her room, she wouldn't. That's the reason she set up the bottle as a designated toilet in the first place, and put so much effort into not making a mess when using it: to only leave to use the bathroom half as many times.
Before long, the bottle filled and Sagiri was just about empty. Both had approximately the same capacity, nothing more than a coincidence. It would be better if the bottle she had chosen was a little larger, to allow her to use it more than once, but this is all she had. Most of her other drinks were either in glasses or cans, the latter of which she had tested to not work very well in this scenario. She secured the cap, wiped herself down with a tissue she also kept near her computer, and pulled her shorts back up.
"Ahhh, all better." Without that little desire distracting her, she could finish preparations. She put her headset on and connected it to the computer, magical girl mask tied to her face, she slipped the green jacket on and pulled the hood over her silver hair. She opened a program to filter her voice, got the streaming program open, and, when the clock hit 11, went live.
For the first 15 minutes, things went as normal. Comments in the chat praising her perverted skill, some late congratulations for Silverwolf's conclusion, and plenty of suggestions for what fetishes this sketch should include. But it was all admiration, and that made all Sagiri's work worth it. It couldn't be seen under the mask, but she smiled and bounced to an imaginary rhythm as her stylus continued adding pencil lines to the art in progress.
That's when she heard something from another part of the house, the doorbell ringing. Ordinarily, that'd turn her head, it might be a package she ordered, but today was Sunday, couldn't be anything for her. She could just let her brother, Masamune, handle it, but something about it piqued her curiosity. "Hold on a second, someone's outside," she announced to her viewers, getting up and looking out the window.
Once she caught a peek at the person outside their door, she just sighed, exasperated. It was that Megumi girl coming back to bother them about bringing Sagiri to school. "Doesn't she have school work to do instead of obsessing over me?" Whatever, this was a big brother matter, she could do her thing while he talked to this girl and shooed her off.
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Sagiri's stream ended hours ago, now she was hanging out in her room, because she was in a little too much pain. Nature had once again begun to run its course, and Eromanga Sensei once again had to go. Incredibly bad. As in, she was laying on her back in her bed, keeping her legs crossed as tight as she could manage, shifting forward and back in her spot. The girl looked like she could burst any second.
She wasn't so stubborn about her shut-in lifestyle that she wouldn't leave to use the bathroom, but she couldn't go out of her room now. For whatever reason she couldn't even imagine, Masamune was still entertaining Megumi as a guest in their living room. Sagiri didn't want to see her, both to avoid getting ragged on for not going to school or to avoid Megumi trying to make a friend, let alone just hating having to be social. And just her luck, the house's bathroom had to be downstairs. It wasn't possible to make it there without being spotted.
So, for now, she just had to let her bladder fill and hope it could hold out while the ground floor conversation took forever. With each passing second, that simple task was looking more and more impossible as she edged ever closer to leaking, or worse yet, a total accident. And the full bottle sitting on her table was taunting her further, reminding her that her one salvation inside this room was already used up.
Sagiri almost cried thinking about it, she was a rare breed of girl that had no problem peeing in a bottle, and she couldn't even do that. If leaving her room wasn't an option, she had to figure something out very soon. It was clear enough that the container was her only lead, but the lack of free space inside was a definite concern.
"Can...c-can I empty it somewhere?" That'd fix her problems quick, but was it even possible? The most obvious place was the small trash bin, a trash bin meant for solid items. The walls were netted, any liquid would just flow right back out the sides. Of course, it was filled with cans, she nearly just accepted using one or two of those, but she was still able to think critically enough to know it was a bad idea. They just didn't make very effective toilets, and being honest, the idea of putting her privates right against the sharp opening to a can made her squeamish.
Racking her brain to come up with an alternate solution, and totally not because she could no longer lay still, she rolled onto her side and faced outside. "Ugh, it's too bright," she complained, ignoring that it was mid-afternoon, after all. She averted her eyes from the blinding rays, unable to cover her eyes with her hands completely occupied.
It took until the glass was almost out of her sight before something new occurred to her. "Outside?" That was an idea, dump the bottle's contents out the window and reuse it. After all, there was nothing between her house and the neighbor's, no threat of raining down on anything important. "That's perfect!" It was still difficult to stand up, but she somehow got on her feet, took her no longer warm container in her hand, and shoved the curtains away.
She prepared to push the window open to step onto the balcony, when she saw something in the opposite house, that house Masamune kept visiting. That girl he kept interacting with, the one he kept visiting, their relationship unknown since he never talked about her. That blond girl in her showoff pink dress was visible through her own window, doing...not "working", but something. She hadn't noticed Sagiri, but she could, and that was enough to make the young girl hesitate. "I...I really need this...but I can't let her see! She can't see my weakness, I'm not losing big brother to her!" In a huff, she threw her curtains closed.
Sagiri had stood by her principles, great for her, but her bladder was still painfully full with no place to drain it. "Agh, what do I do?!" With the bottle still in her hand, she used her other to fiercely grab her crotch through her pajamas, squeezing it between her thighs as she stomped her feet on their heels, grunting and whining in effort. All the while, the urine was sloshing around in its container, creating a liquid sound that hurt so much to hear.
Completely distracted by her desperation, Sagiri went quite a while before questioning why it was able to make a noise at all. It would need room to move for that, and as it turned out, there was a little free space still. Granted, it was not very much, but it meant there was a tiny volume left for a little more pee.
There was no way that minuscule amount could possibly come even close to satiating her need. If she started, she stood zero chance of stopping before it overflowed. That's why she was frantically unscrewing the cap, pulling on the front of her shorts to get them down in time. "I only need a little bit! Just a little bit of relief and I can hold the rest in!"
Halfway through the preparations, a knock came from the other side of the bedroom door. "Sagiri," Masamune asked, "Are you okay in there?" She had repeatedly stomped her floor just a minute before, the usual way she communicated with her brother to demand help. And with this not being an ordinary time to ask, no wonder he was concerned.
Unfortunately, this was not a matter she wanted his help on. Since she couldn't physically hide her burning need anymore, she hastily screwed the cap back on the bottle and dropped it before waddling over to the door without pulling her pants back up. She opened it just a crack, and stuck just her head through while her body hid. "I don't need you, big brother! Just leave!" She slammed the door so hard she felt the vibrations, which did her no favors, leaving Masamune confused but not entirely surprised by her outburst.
Sagiri was leaning against the door, breathing heavy, doing another potty dance. It kept going like this for a little bit, when she finally crumbled. It took until now, but a small stream trickled into her panties. "Ahhh!" She picked up the pace and force on her holding, but it wasn't doing much. She ended up pretty damp by the time the little tinkle finally stopped. She had next to no time left, she couldn't do it alone. Bashfully, she cracked the door open and peeked through it, her brother still stunned on the other side. "And tell that girl to leave too."
Masamune nodded and left for downstairs, and his little sister was somewhat comforted knowing she only had a little more time to wait. If only she had the strength to hold out, she was on the edge of a sheer drop already. She wasn't looking, but her panties had to look pitiful by now, she had yet to notice it was starting to soak through to her pajamas too. Basically, she was well on her way to wetting herself already.
It felt like an eternity later, but brother made good on his role and called to her from downstairs. "Alright Sagiri, Megumi's gone! For whatever it means to you!" She didn't want to let Masamune in on her embarrassing failings, but better big brother than anyone else. She couldn't be picky any more, she grabbed herself tight and ran down the stairs, sliding into the living room. "So what was so important that you needed to le-" Now he noticed his little sister, looking as sad as he'd ever seen her struggling so hard against her bladder. "You need any help, Sagiri?"
She wouldn't have asked for it anyway, but even if she had, it was too late. "I-I can't...it's so bad..." The sound of hissing liquid overtook both their senses, as a dark, reflecting pot spread across Sagiri's pink pajama shorts, falling between her fingers and running down her legs in small streams, all collecting in a growing puddle around her feet.
There was no shame left in her body, all of it was pouring out of her, Sagiri just moaned in pleasure. Who cared that she was in the middle of wetting herself, her stretched out bladder finally had its chance to relax, and it felt incredible. "Ohhhhh..." Her mouth hung open in ecstasy, her eyes closed from the strife, she felt like she was about to get even more wet from something else, she couldn't complain. She drooped her hands to her sides, spread her legs a little more, and just went with it.
She lost herself in the relief for the duration of her accident, until the loud splashing eventually subsided and streams stopping tickling her legs. "Much better," she sighed, opening her eyes again at least. Only then did she realize the magnitude of what she had done, as she took in her surroundings, turning her comfort into horror. Not the mess she had made, she wasn't too grossed out by cleaning that up.
No, the real concern was the reminder that she didn't shame herself out of sight. Masamune saw the whole thing, and he was looking her over, she felt violated like he was undressing her with his eyes. Sagiri's whole body seemed to glow red in mortified shame, shaking and stuttering as she attempted to defend her actions. It took him twenty seconds to break the silence for something to progress. "Don't worry, I'll clean it up."
At least that got Sagiri talking again. "Big brother, you idiot! Moron! Pervert!" It may have changed her sentiment and emotions, but it was a step in some direction. "You stay away!" She marched upstairs, sort of betraying her previous words by leaving Masamune alone with her puddle.
Retreated into her room, Sagiri's first priority was changing out of her filthy clothes, they were starting to chill. She slid the garments down her legs, cringing at how much of the shorts were saturated, nearly the entire butt. And her pink and white striped panties looked even worse. Using the very little dry space left, she swabbed down her skin and threw the ruined pajamas in a basket with the small amount of dirty laundry she already had. And without another clean pair, she tossed the shirt in the pile and put on an oversized white shirt to cover enough of her.
Once again, a knock on her door broke her out of her trance. "Sagiri, it's fine. I won't tell anyone about this. I can take care of the laundry toOW!" Masamune was interrupted by the door slamming into his face as Sagiri opened it fast, laundry basket in her hands.
She ignored her brother's pain as she walked down the stairs, only acknowledging his presence with another reprimand. "I told you already, I'll clean it! And I'm doing my own laundry!" She pouted all the way to the laundry room, stepping around and simultaneously ignoring her previous floor litter on the way. She tossed her clothes in the washer, turned it on and listened to it hum and whir, and sat on the floor next to the box to wait for it to finish. Maybe she should be doing something else, but instead just listened to the rhythm of the appliance, adding her own melody to pass the time. |
So, I had already posted these stories elsewhere but I thought I'd come back to my roots ans share my two one shots here as well. This first one isn't so great but that's just the way that goes I guess. Feel free to critique.
A Family Outting
Sarah had been excited all night. Tomorrow was the big day at the zoo. After a horrible final year at High School, including her best friend moving away, Sarah was excited for something to go right. She looked at the diploma hanging prominently on her wall above her computer desk. She checked to make sure her plush Sylveon and Vullaby were on her bed. Next, she looked around her soft toned, yellow room, re-admiring her various anime posters that she had gotten from cons attended. Finally, checking her e-mail and Youtube subscriptions one last time, she leaned out her door and wished her Mother and sister good night. Her mother responded in an equally chipper voice and her sister grunted as was her want to do.
A new day, she thought. No more high school. I’m going to make this summer count.
The next day, Sarah opened her eyes already regretting her alarm until the remembered! The Zoo was finally today! She squeezed her Vullaby tight and got out of bed. She had completely forgot to go to the bathroom last night in her excitement and now she was bursting. Still clutching the diaper pokemon, she ran to the bathroom door, knocking- no slamming against the door. Hearing nothing, she ran in just barely avoiding an accident.
In the middle of relieving her aching bladder, she heard a guttural cry of indignation and footsteps approaching the door.
“GOD DAMN IT, SARAH!”, it was her sister, Emily, right on the other side. “What is wrong with you? Can’t you ever go to the bathroom like a normal person?”
Her sister’s yelling made Sarah’s peeing intensify involuntarily out of fear. “I… had to go…”, she responded meekly, turning beet red to match her dyed hair. She felt a little silly for having the Vullaby in there with her now as it made her feel more infantile.
“Ya, you always “have to go”. If you can’t make it through the night like a big girl, I just got my license. I can drive you to get some more… age appropriate underwear…”, Emily’s words absolutely bursting with malice and a chilling sincerity.
Sarah was technically older than her sister but she was the quiet and more reserved of the two. It didn’t help matters that her little sister was bigger than her by a foot and had her driver’s license. She had even began to notice their parents treating them differently. Sarah was now the baby of the family while Emily handled more chores and even received a bigger allowance from their parents. On movie nights, Sarah would sit cuddled with her parents. She slept with stuffed toys and she had a weak bladder. The traditional markings of a baby sister.
All of this was now rushing to the fore with her sister’s taunts. She sniffled slightly, just barely holding back her tears. She never understood why Emily was so cruel. When Sarah was the big sister, she loved and protected Emily. She played with her whenever she could. Once Emily’s more outgoing and dominant personality began to take hold, she quickly took charge. Sarah was now the baby when they played house, Emily would invite friends over to sleepovers and whenever Sarah would try to join in, Emily would tease and belittle her older sister, often mocking her for her bedwetting, an issue Emily never had.
Emily, realizing her sister wasn’t answering, pressed her ear to the door and heard the slight sniffling. She knew she was going too far but it was Sarah’s fault for waking her up! Why couldn’t Sarah just be an adult like their Father? She sighed and tried to rectify the situation.
“I’m just teasing sis. You aren’t THAT much of a baby but like… just go to the bathroom quieter?”
A weak and barely audible, “Okay…” was all she heard.
Once the two were downstairs, Sarah in her yellow cardigan with sunflower buttons and a white shirt with grey stripes and blue jeans and Emily in a black hoodie with the Bloodborne main character holding Gherman’s scythe on it with matching blue jeans, the two ate breakfast in relative silence. Sarah was deliberately trying to keep her head down lest her sister insult her and Emily not really paying attention, absent mindedly scrolled through her playlist to find something to listen to and tune everyone out.
Standing in the kitchen not really minding the awkward dynamic was Laura, the girls’ mother. She was glad for the time off from the Hospital to see her daughters. Her husband was away doing some research for his new film and she was ecstatic to have the time to be with her babies. It amazed her how much Emily had seemingly grown, outpacing both her older sister and herself. She truly was her father’s daughter. Sarah was definitely more in line with her though. Both were short and Sarah seemed to have inherited her weaker bladder and reserved disposition. Naturally, she was aware of the unusual power dynamic between the two but never commented as it wasn’t her place. ‘Coddling Sarah wasn’t the solution’, Max would say, even though it made the most sense to her as a mother.
The three ate mostly in silence, the TV morning news and traffic report not withstanding. Everything was clear.
“So, how are my angels feeling? Let’s hit the road! We got a zoo to get to!” Laura said, trying to raise the morale for the upcoming two to two and a half hour drive to the zoo.
Of course, as she expected, Sarah responded with glee, finishing her OJ and grabbing her handbag and bounded to the door. Her smile absolutely lighting the room around her. Emily, while not morose, was a bit more subdued. She grabbed her handbag as well but chose to ascend the staircase.
“Sarah”, her mother began, also climbing the stairs, “Don’t you want to brush your teeth before we go?”
Blushing, she tittered nervously behind her and up the stairs only to see Emily already in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Laura went to the Master bathroom.
Sarah sidled in awkwardly and grabbed her toothbrush and waited. She knew Emily would not move for her. She reached for the toothpaste and waited her turn as Emily banged her head absentmindedly to music. Once she was done, she patted her sister’s head condescendingly before going to the toilet, finally allowing her sister to brush. While Sarah was brushing, Laura was already back downstairs, getting a little impatient. She knew that road conditions, while good now do not always stay that way.
“Don’t dawdle girls! We gotta get this show on the road!”
“We’re coming, we’re coming.” Emily responded, pulling one ear bud out.
Sarah scooched over, allowing her sister to wash her hands.
“Hurry up half pint, we gotta leave. I thought you were the one excited for the wions and tigewrs and beaws”, Emily teased in a baby voice.
Sarah spat in the sink and told her to shut up. Sarah finished brushing her teeth and both girls went downstairs.
“Oh Sarah,” Emily began, “Don’t you wanna take fairy-eon just in case?”
“Yes! You seem to love that thing.” Their mother absentmindedly agreeing, not realizing in that moment that Emily was teasing her and it wasn’t until she looked at the hurt and embarrassed face of her daughter before the realized what Emily was doing. “In the car, young lady. Now!” she snapped at the younger, but taller girl.
“Geez mom…” Emily began.
“Not another word. Go.”
Emily stormed off, seemingly angered and flabbergasted as though she had not just hurt her sister.
“Now she’s even got you in on it. Maybe I am nothing more than a baby…”, Sarah began, sitting on the bottom step.
“Sarah, you are an adult. A grown woman. You’re eighteen! You’re not a baby.” Laura began her pep talk, “I slipped up. You really do love that… umm… Fairy-eon thing. I genuinely thought it would be nice.”
“Mom! It’s Sylveon. This morning I nearly peed my pants in front of the bathroom. It came down out of nowhere and I barely made it. I think she’s right. Maybe I am just a little kid. Everyone else seems to agree. All my “school friends” thought so too!”
Wow… I might need to get her to see a shrink. Laura mused then finally said, “Hun, you are perfectly fine. There is nothing wrong with needing a little help or having a slip up or two. Remember, I was just like you except I had two “little brothers” to ruin my days. I turned out okay and so will you. Now come gimme a hug.” She ended her little monologue by extending her arms.
Sarah fell into them, her head buried in her mother’s shoulder.
“Oh, can I borrow your e-reader, Mom?”
“Of course you can sweetie. Hurry and let’s go.”
Emily watched, a mix of anger, jealousy and genuine regret swirling through her head as the two emerged from the house. Emily had taken her place in the back, behind the passenger seat. Sarah crawled in beside her, buckling her seatbelt. Laura, took her place in the driver’s seat and the car rolled away. Emily kept her music in and looked out her window staring at the sky, only imagining how her mother and sister may have just said when she wasn’t there.
An hour on the road and Sarah felt a twinge in her bladder. She had completely forgotten to use the bathroom! She panicked slightly looking at where they were. Her mother had just merged into the highway traffic so even if she voiced her request, there wasn’t really going to be much of a reaction except to wait and hold it. She stole a glance at her sister who was nose first into her Vita playing a JRPG.
With a sinking feeling in her stomach and rising pressure in her bladder, Sarah expected the worst. She sat there reading her book. For the first fifteen minutes, she was fine. The car kept a steady pace. Within two minutes however, that changed. She noticed a sudden slow down. She looked out her window to see cars almost a stand still.
“Oh crap…” Laura whispered under her breath.
Sarah heard it and she almost gave in to despair right then. Something had happened, she was sure. She watched as her mother turned on the radio.
…on the 410. We have our CP24 eye in the sky monitoring the situation live. The radio blurted.
“Yup… definitely us.” Laura repeated, her leg bouncing slightly. She, like her daughter needed to go. She was not desperate but not seeing the accident in front of her gave her cause for concern for a potential accident within herself.
Another twenty minutes had past and the car had moved only five feet. Sarah was mortified. Her sister’s words from this morning about diapers swam in her skull like a shark, devouring what guppies of hope she had. Now she wished she had brought Sylveon. If nothing else, the pokemon could have hidden her master’s embarrassing and seemingly inevitable accident. Her mind and eyes wandered. In the car right next to them, she saw two girls, one about ten, maybe younger and the other… maybe twelve or thirteen, both squirming, obviously on the verge of an accident themselves while their parents seemed to reassure them. The mother put her hands between her legs and wiggled about, then turned her head to her daughters and the three laughed while the father drove, smiling as well. That kind of support made Sarah think of her own mother. She smiled and that gave her the confidence to finally say it.
“Mom…” She said, just barely audible, still not wanting Emily to hear.
Laura could already imagine. She had to go quite a bit so she could only imagine that Sarah was probably not going to make it, “Yes sweet pea?”
“How long until we get there?” She tried to suppress the shakiness and urgency of her voice.
“I don’t know hun. It was supposed to be a two hour drive. Two and a half in a pinch. There might be some kind of… jam… ahead.” She said, going deliberately out of her way to not say “accident”.
“Do you think you can pull over somewhere? Please?” Sarah said, noticing Emily’s renewed interest in her family and feeling the tears forming pre-empting her sister’s teasing.
Emily, for her part wanted to tease Sarah but seeing the pain and fear in her sister’s eyes, dissuaded her. Instead, she went back to her game, choosing to let the scenario play out and not risk her sister’s accident becoming her punishment. The little baby… I deliberately used the bathroom to show her what to do and now she’s gonna have an accident anyway and then Mom’s gonna dote all over her and give her all the special attention. What a baby.
Sarah saw the hate in Emily but felt a tangible relief that she was choosing to show her mercy and that relief felt moist. Instantly, Sarah tensed up, having a let a little slip just now but the damn was near breaking. That momentary slip brought her right to the edge. She knew she was going to lose this fight. She was almost about to give up when the car lurched forward and in her shock, she didn’t notice until she heard the soft hissing but she was wetting herself full force. She had completely lost her fight. She looked over at the other car to see the two little girls crying, dark patches on their pants and she joined in with them.
Emily cracked the window and made a point to not look at her older- yet paradoxically younger sister. Laura didn’t need to ask. She was just trying to focus on not looking every bit the baby like her daughter. She, like Sarah had been watching the car to their left and she could see the mother in that car had a blush on her face and a dark patch on her pants to match her children, like she could soon have with her daughter.
Emily turned up the music to drown out her sister’s sobs. She had opened the window so as not to drown in that pee smell she was more than familiar with coming from Sarah. Witnessing accidents was not a common thing for Emily, but it wasn’t a one-off rare event either. She knew her sister was a bedwetter into her teens and would have the occasional day time accident as well. She couldn’t understand how her sister could be such a baby. She wanted… to do something. Care for her? Mock her? Join… no. Not join her. She watched as their mother reached around and pat Sarah’s soaked knee.
“Oh hunny… it’ll be okay. Don’t worry. I always come prepared. When we get to the parking lot, I have a change of clothes for you in the trunk that I keep for… when whatever happens. You know! Mud… dirt.. or…
“Pee. Mom. Pee.” Emily rasped, not able to keep silent anymore.
This made Sarah wail even louder.
“Why must you be so insensitive to your sister’s needs, Emily?” Laura retorted.
“ME?! I’m the one trying to be real here! This morning, before we left, I went to the bathroom RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER. She saw me and she didn’t put two and two together to think she should too? She’s supposed to be my big sister but she’s a baby!”
“Emily Megan Santiago, you shut your mouth or so help me.”
“This is so unfair. She acts like a little kid and you let her but when I try to point it out, suddenly I’m the bad guy!”
“You’re the bad guy because you mock your sister for something she can’t help.”
“If she can’t help it, that means she’s incontinent. Incontinent people wear diapers mom.”
“One more word and YOU will be the one in diapers, I promise you that.”
Emily turned away at that, not wanting to test her mother’s threat. She hated everything. Her sister WAS a baby and their mom basically just agreed with her that she was.
“… s-sh-she’s right mom…” Sarah coughed out in between sobs.
“Sarah, no she isn’t. You aren’t a baby.” “Mom, I just…. I just…” Sarah trailed off in tears. She reached over and tapped Emily on the shoulder, who turned suddenly prompting Sarah to recoil in fear, raising her hands as though she was about to be hit, causing a fresh round of pee to be dumped into her pants, not that she cared for the latter.
Emily looked at the tiny girl and how she got even smaller after she turned to face her. She watched Sarah look up at her in fear before breaking down further, “You are right about me.”
Emily couldn’t take it. She didn’t hate her sister. She did hate the attention her attitude got her, she did hate how her parents, especially their mother would fawn over this timid creature. She hated that but whenever she tried to turn that hate onto her sister… she couldn’t. She hated herself for how Sarah was always of her. She broke down crying.
“No Sarah. I’m sorry. You’re not a baby. I… I don’t know…” Emily blurted out, processing this all way too quickly.
Sarah laughed through her tears, “Who am I kidding? I’m not a big sister. I’m not even five feet tall. I’m a baby who pees her pants.”
“Sarah, I’m sorry I make you feel that way. Would it help if I peed my pants?”
At that point, Laura jumped in. “Actually, I don’t have a change of clothes for you… so… don’t.”
“Of course you don’t,” Sarah raised her hands incredulously, “Why would you bring a change of clothes for your adult daughter? She doesn’t have accidents.”
“Well… I deserve to walk around the zoo in wet pants, don’t I?” Emily bargained.
“No… it’s not as fun as it sounds…” Sarah said, all too familiar with doing that.
Laura paused not wanting to lose this chance of bonding for her daughters.
“Well… girls. I kinda have to go pretty badly as well. I don’t really think it would do to have all three of us at the zoo in peed pants but we can get off the highway, find somewhere quiet and maybe try and get you cleaned up and maybe prevent my own accident. There is an off ramp coming up with a Shopper’s Drug Mart coming up. It’s the one before the Zoo’s off ramp. We can get off, clean up and then resume our journey. You know… assuming we even get there today…”.
“I don’t want anyone peeing their pants for me… Also… at the Shopper’s drug mart, there’s something I want to get.” Sarah said, giving Emily a knowing look and placing her hand on Emily’s thigh.
Fully grasping what her sister meant, Emily chided her saying, “No. Look… I said some awful things but no… Please Sarah.”
“We both know I deserve it.” Sarah said, sounding more convinced of this than anything else she had been sure of in her life.
“Fine… but… I’m joining you.” Emily responded with equal conviction.
“Deal.”
Laura, hearing this sighed in frustration. If I don’t get to a bathroom soon, the three of us are gonna be in diapers. “Well then, if you two are so sure about this, I expect you both to use the bathroom anyway like adults. I’m not going to let you two just revert back to babies but I am glad that you are fixing your relationship so whatever that is worth I suppose…
“Umm… Mom, if we’re in diapers, how are we gonna use the toilet?” Ashley questioned.
“What do you mean? Aren’t you guys gonna get depends or goodnites or something?”
“Oh. Oh yeah, good point. Pull ups would probably be easier.”
Emily couldn’t help but laugh. “After all this time, we’re actually talking about this and we’re both gonna be wearing them. That’s a little funny, you gotta admit.”
“I suppose…” Ashley said, not really getting the joke.
Around the front, Laura could now see the source of the accident. A three car pile up. She had been steadily inching her way forward in relation to her pee, which had been inching its way forward. Relief was not far behind. The car they had driving beside seceded, allowing them the advantage. Laura gave the husband and wife in front a painful and grateful look and the mother nodded in understanding. Laura had finally pulled through and sped up heading straight toward the off ramp which led to the Shopper’s Drug mart.
Rounding the bend, Laura was breathing deeply. She felt a few small squirts escape and finally pulling into a parking space close to the front, she bolted from the car.
Sarah and Emily watched their mother running in, a tiny dark patch on her jeans skirt and a little trail of pee leading inside. They watched their mother run up to an employee, obviously holding herself like a child. The employee looked awkward, yet understanding, slowly shaking her head. Their mother yelled, becoming increasingly animated. Her hands left their place at her crotch to be waved and pointing in the direction of the highway and her battle came to an end in front of the young girl at that moment. The girl jumped back and the girls’ mother cried into her hands, running to the exit. They watched as she got into the car, sobbing.
“I’m gonna park in a place away from the entrance where we can hide and get changed. Emily. You go in there and text me the waist size on the largest goodnites.” She choked out angrily.
Emily knew better than to snark, “Yes ma’am.”
Sarah watched in silence. Her own tight and clammy pants a constant reminder of her accident. After parking, she got out of the back, stretching her legs and was rewarded with a few cold drops running down the back of her legs. She kicked off her shoes before they could be damaged but she hoped her mother brought socks.
Emily got out and watched Sarah and her mother do the same. She raised her hood and took a deep breath. For many months she had teased her sister about potentially getting her diapers and now here she was. Not only getting her sister protection but probably for her mother and… yes, even herself. She had to hold to her conviction and support her sister. She was tired of feeling left out. Tired of seeing her mother and sister bond and getting the “mature” consolation prize. She walked in the store, going in the complete opposite direction of her mother. She found the diaper isle and walked it, looking for pull ups.
“Here we go, goodnites.” She whispered, feeling accomplished. She picked up the L/XL pack. It had an elastic waist meaning it would stretch to accommodate potentially larger hips and she texted it to her mother. Satisfied with the response, she took the pack to the front and paid. Fortunately, it was a different girl than the one her mom had peed in front of but she still got a sideways look or something Emily certainly interpreted that way. Package secured, she power walked out the door, back to the car with her mother and sister. When she got outside, she was surprised to see another car and she could hear laughter. Certainly her mother and sister were laughing but there was a man’s voice and some young children and another woman roughly her mother’s age or younger.
“Umm… Hi…” Emily lead off nervously, glancing around wondering if this was all a prank. That her mother and sister had set her up by peeing themselves. That this was what they talked about when they left the house originally.
Before she could get too far down that rabbit hole, her mother and the mystery woman walked up to her laughing. Laura began, “Emily, you will not believe this! This is Rose, the lady who was in the lane next to us. She and her daughters had accidents also! Isn’t it a small world?”
Emily laughed nervously, not quite yet convinced. Then the Rose lady began to speak.
“Hello Emily, at least one of us females here is a big girl! Your mom and sister and me and my girls all saw each other at different stages during each other’s accidents. The way your little sister turned to you and the way you seemed to comfort her was just sweet. You are a great big sister.
“Actually, Sarah is-“ “Hey, you got the goodnites!” Sarah interrupted her, “Thanks big sis! I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Emily, again welled up with emotion. She dropped the pull ups on the floor and walked to the front of her car and tried with her best effort to pee herself but her body wouldn’t co-operate. She had to settle for wet cheeks over wet pants.
“Oh dear… I’m sorry… did I say something wrong?” Rose drew away as though someone had punched her.
“No no… I think Emily’s just had it rough. She’s not used to the pressures of being a big sister and watching out for Sarah.” Laura said, choosing her words very carefully, her double speak hitting its mark.
“So… those are… happy tears then?” Rose said, confused.
“Laura bent over to pick up the pull ups, “Yes.”
Laura helped Sarah clean up then change, while Rose went back to her car to give the family privacy. Sarah accepted her pull up and put on a flower patterned skirt over it, keeping her cardigan and tee, while Laura changed into a patternless skirt with her pull up underneath and after staring at it and crying for a few minutes, Emily put on hers as well and slipped her jeans back on.
Laura tapped the hood of the neighboring vehicle, indicating their decency. The family emerged, still wearing their wet clothes.
“I guess now I know that it’s always better to bring a spare change.” Rose said, wringing her hands nervously. “Look… we were going to the Zoo as a family day and… well… we can’t quite go like this. None of us brought a change. We’re heading home but we have this planner… I don’t know where your family is going but the zoo is great during the summer, especially for little Sarah. I do recommend you go. Also, to Emily, do you babysit? Because I could use a good one. Your sister is ten right? My youngest, Lily, is eight and oldest, Serena, is eleven. I could use a baby sitter if you’re free. Your mom told us we actually only live a few blocks down so we can all see each other around!
Laura was dumbdounded, too dumbfounded and Emily had to pick up the slack, “Thank you for your offer. We were actually heading to the zoo ourselves but I think you hit the nail on the head. Today was pretty full as is. I would love to babysit though! I was hoping to get a job this summer.”
Rose nodded, impressed by Emily’s professionalism. “Well. Since you guy are heading back anyway, why not come to our place?”
“Yes, that would be lovely!” Laura finally jumped in, remembering herself.
Sarah watched the proceedings in relative quiet. She went down to the hood and stood by her sister, her butt lightly crinkling. For many years, she had been abused by this girl, to the point that she had learned to live in fear of her and yet… now that she had finally given in, that seemed to change their entire relationship for the better. Sarah was incredibly confused by Emily’s actions and reactions but for right now, she just wanted to enjoy the fact that she had a happy relationship.
“Mom,” Sarah interrupted the conversation, “Is it okay if I buy water for the trip back?”
“Yes dear, make that two, I am parched.”
“Make it three.” Emily jumped in, winking at her sister. |
Author's note: I've been thinking about omo RPG ideas, and a broad storyline has come into my brain. Right now, I'm planning for the RPG itself to feature young adult characters - but in the setting I've envisioned, girls start having accidents in middle school or late elementary school, so I've written some stuff involving my main characters' first accidents.
There will be no explicit sexual content involving these underage characters, but severe humiliation will be featured, including public exposure. Future installments will contain substantially more messing content. Reader discretion is advised.
All deities depicted herein are an intentional work of fiction on the author's part. Any resemblance to other objects of worship, actually existing or otherwise, is probably a shameless ripoff from existing real-world or fictional religions but is not intended to reflect upon anyone's sincere beliefs or faiths.
The Unstoppable Tide: Prologue - Deborah's Story
Debbie returned to her seat to the sound of polite applause from the other students, and an approving nod from Father Nicholson. Her religious studies presentation had gone very smoothly, she thought. Next up was Kathy, the second-best student in the sixth-grade religion class, and Debbie's only rival - if either of them had been proud enough to consider each other rivals. But pride was a sin, and both of the girls strove for humility in all things.
Debbie wore her raven-black hair short, tied in twintails with pink hair ribbons. She'd begun to blossom into womanhood, but her body was still small and petite, and she was still wearing a camisole under her white school-uniform blouse; it might be many months before her parents decided she should wear a training bra.
As Kathy began to speak, Debbie became aware of the urge to pee. She thought nothing of it, at first - even the purest of heart would find their bladder filling with sin, and she would just need to hold it back until the end of class, as she usually did. She put the need from her mind, and offered a brief prayer to Tavis, Lord of the Sun and Heavens, on behalf of her less fortunate classmates - the girls who weren't so lucky as her, who had accidents in their panties on a regular basis.
As the moments passed, though, the urge increased swiftly, far more swiftly than Debbie could remember having before. She crossed her legs and redoubled her efforts to hold it, but suddenly she really needed to pee, she needed to pee badly. She tried to focus on Kathy's presentation, in the hopes that her classmate's description on the Holy Dicta would bring His blessing upon her, but it was no good. Debbie needed to go to the bathroom, and no amount of prayer or meditation was doing anything to make her need to pee any less.
Debbie glanced at the clock - nearly a half hour to go! At the rate her sudden and inexplicable need to pee was increasing, she couldn't possibly hold it that long. She would have to pee very soon, and if she tried to wait until the end of class, she'd end up peeing her panties. She'd have to use her hall pass, for the first time since second grade.
Kathy was still talking, though, and Debbie felt certain that if she interrupted her classmate for such a base need, His Light would surely forsake her and she'd wet her panties right then and there. Debbie resolved to wait until Kathy's presentation was done - but her bladder ached with the burden of her pee, and it yearned to break through her self-control and make her pee her panties in front of everyone.
Debbie squirmed, doing a potty dance in her seat, slowly becoming aware that her bouncing and fidgeting was attracting attention. Father Nicholson's eyes had fallen on her, and Debbie blushed, realizing that he must know how badly she needed to pee. Her ears burned - she thought she heard a murmuring behind her, she knew that the students behind her were staring at her. Debbie never needed to pee during the class period, everyone knew that - and now here she was, bouncing and wriggling, badly needing the bathroom, clearly moments away from peeing her panties.
Kathy hesitated for a moment, looking at Debbie's struggle to hold it, then began speaking faster. She'd guessed that her friend was in serious danger of a wetting accident, and that her own presentation was the only reason Debbie hadn't asked to go already. She tried to rush through the rest of it, so that Debbie would have a chance to pee in a toilet instead of her panties
Debbie's bladder swelled, her urethra ached with the strain of trying to keep her pee in her bladder instead of in her panties. Debbie realized in dismay that even the hall pass wouldn't be enough now - she was bursting to pee, she was on the verge of peeing her panties, if she didn't get to pee soon she was going to pee her panties - and if she tried leave the classroom and go down the hall, she'd completely wet herself before she got halfway there.
Debbie looked at the children's potty in the front corner of the classroom. It was there for girls who couldn't hold it all the way through class and had used up their hall pass, but there was no privacy - any girl who used the potty had to take her panties off in front of everyone. Debbie blushed at the idea of doing that - but other girls had to do that, and right now it was either that or use her panties in front of everyone, and-
Debbie realized, through the throbbing ache of her bladder, that Kathy had stopped talking. Debbie's hand shot up frantically.
"Thank you, Katherine," said Father Nicholson, looking out across the classroom. "Who's next - yes, Deborah, what is it?" said the priest gently.
"Father, I need to pee, may I please use the potty?" Debbie blurted out, blushing anew at the prospect, her thighs crossed tightly. She bit her lip, struggling with all her might against the unbearable pressure, but she could feel herself leaking, letting a little pee soak into her white cotton panties. O Lord, please grant me a few moments more, Debbie prayed frantically.
"This is unusual for you, Deborah," said the priest, sounding concerned. "Are you sure you don't want to just use a hall pass?"
"No, Father, I need to pee really bad," wailed Debbie. "M-may I please use the potty?" She bit her lip harder and whimpered, as another spurt of pee dampened her crotch. If she leaked much more, she'd get in trouble when she used the potty...
"Certainly, my child," said Father Nicholson, stepping aside and gesturing to the child's potty in the corner.
Debbie rose to her feet, took a step - and stopped, losing control again and leaking even more into her underwear. It was too late now - she'd wet herself too much, and she'd be counted as having an accident as soon as her skirt went up. There was only one thing she could do now: she'd have to ask to pee in her panties. Debbie opened her mouth - and shut it again. Even trembling with the unbearable need to pee, even with her panties already damp, she couldn't bring herself to ask to go to the bathroom in her panties, not when she hadn't peed her panties since preschool. And yet...
"Deborah?" asked Father again, sounding even more concerned.
Debbie swallowed her pride and opened her mouth again. "Father, I c-c-can't hold it anymore, may I please-" And suddenly, it was too late even for that. Her bladder let go entirely, and now she was peeing uncontrollably, peeing her panties, soaking her underwear completely with shameful dirty wetness. A murmuring rose behind her - she's peeing her panties, Debbie heard, she's having an accident right there, Debbie's peeing her panties, never thought I'd see her wet herself...
Debbie's eyes welled up with tears of shame - but there was nothing she could do to stop it now. She was going pee right where she stood, she was going potty in her panties, and she couldn't hold it even a little bit. She closed her eyes and stood with her feet an inch apart, as tradition required for a girl having a wetting accident. Pee soaked through her panties, ran down her legs, stained her white pantyhose a shameful yellow, flooded her shoes, overflowed her shoes, and spread in a hot shameful puddle around her feet, slowly making its way from her desk to the nearest floor drain.
The astonished murmuring continued behind Debbie as she continued to wet her panties. It seemed to take forever, but finally the flood of urine flowing through her panties slowed to a trickle, then to a slow dripping as her exhausted bladder finally finished drenching her panties with pee. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she heard Father speak the formal words. "Deborah, what have you done?"
Debbie whimpered, found her voice. "F-father, I've peed my panties," she said, her lower lip trembling.
"And did you have my permission?" Father Nicholson looked like he was almost as shocked as Debbie, speaking on autopilot as he went through the ritual of accident shaming.
"N-no, Father, I peed my panties without... without permission," Debbie said. She knew the ritual all too well, she'd watched her fellow classmates say the words when they'd had an accident in class, but now it was her saying them, she was the one having to admit to peeing her panties without even the grace of the teacher's permission.
"Very well. Stand in the corner please, Deborah." Father Nicholson's voice sounded sorrowful. Debbie had been his star pupil - even the boys weren't as good students as she was - and now here she was, having an accident in her panties like any other little girl.
Debbie nodded meekly, and began to walk down the aisle of desks, her pee-filled shoes going squish, squish with every step. Every eye turned to watch Debbie as she did the walk of shame to the front of the classroom, turned to face the rest of the students.
Father Nicholson cleared his throat. "Deborah..."
Debbie whimpered in shame. "S-sorry, Father," she said, knowing all too well what else she had to do. Her hands hesitantly reached for the hem of her skirt, and her blush intensified as she lifted the skirt above her waist. She began to sob in utter humiliation as she displayed the yellow-stained crotch of her freshly peed panties for the whole class to see.
She was especially aware of the boys' eyes on her wet panties, and she wished she could hide the her underwear, hide the humiliating pee stain she'd soaked her panties with, but that was the rules - any girl (and it was almost always a girl) who peed or pooped her panties in class without permission had to display them for everyone to see. Such was the will of Tavis: a girl who lost control of her toilet training, who went to the bathroom in their panties without permission, must expose their shameful dirtiness.
The murmuring of Debbie's classmates grew louder; Father cleared his throat emphatically to silence it. "Quiet, please. Deborah's shame is between her and Tavis. Jane, would you please give your presentation?"
Jane nodded, and bit her own lip; she was not one of the lucky ones. The pretty blonde didn't usually wet herself, but she had been pooping her panties almost weekly, ever since that horrible day in fifth grade - and Debbie was almost the only one who'd shown her any compassion. The fact that Jane had begun to bloom early in other ways - she was one of the few sixth-graders to have any appreciable breasts - was hardly sufficient compensation for her constant, and frequently futile, struggle to keep from soiling herself.
Jane wished she could do something for Debbie now, but the rules were the rules. Jane swallowed, waddled carefully to the front of the classroom - she had, in fact, pooped her panties in last class, and wasn't eligible to use her own changing pass until the end of this one - and began to speak, sparing a brief glance at Debbie standing behind her, trembling hands holding her skirt up and keeping her sodden, still-dripping panties on display.
To be continued... |
The story continues!
As the other students filed out of the classroom, occasionally glancing at Debbie, Father Nicholson beckoned to the girl. "Come here, my child," he said. Debbie nodded tearfully, let go of her skirt, and waddled over, acutely aware of the damp fabric that had glued itself to her crotch and rear, the wet cotton that rubbed against her bottom with every step, and the wet stain on her skirt that stuck to her legs.
Father Nicholson knelt down until he was at eye level with Debbie. "How did this happen, my child?"
"I, I don't know," sobbed Debbie. "One moment everything was all right, and then I suddenly needed the bathroom like I never have before... and then I raised my hand... and then I... I couldn't hold it a moment longer and I..." She choked up, the shameful memory of peeing her panties still fresh in her mind.
The priest laid a hand on Debbie's shoulder. "Have you anything you need to bring into the Light of Day, my child?"
"I... didn't think I do, Father... but I must have, right? T-that's the only reason I can think of why I... why I had an accident..." Debbie sniffled, her cheeks crimson with shame.
"Perhaps it was pride, my child? Unworthy thoughts about Katherine's performance, by any chance?" pressed Father Nicholson.
"M-maybe..." Debbie said doubtfully. "O-or maybe just pride in m-my own ability to hold it. I, I waited too long to ask permission..." She was uncertain what her sins could've been. She honestly couldn't think of any sin in thought or deed that would warrant such a dire penance from He who Watches, and so the only thing she could think of was the prideful sin of imagining herself too pure to have an accident.
"Then, allow me to speak your penance," said the priest.
Debbie swallowed and nodded, waiting in trepidation.
Father Nicholson spoke formally, in the same tone he used to give the morning prayers. "The Light of Tavis has seen fit to hide itself from you, Deborah Abrams. He saw that your sin was so great that you no longer deserved the blessing of being able to hold your pee. Since He has never withheld that blessing from you before, you must surely bear His displeasure deeply, or else Hosiah's Curse is trying to place its hold upon you.
And so, my child, as your penance, I ask you to give up your changing pass for today, nor to purchase another changing pass for the rest of the day. Since you could not keep your panties dry, they shall remain wet for the rest of the school day, and their dampness shall remind you to meditate on the sins you committed in His sight. May the discomfort drive off Hosiah's influence, and your endurance of it find favor in the sight of Tavis."
Debbie's eyes went wide and fresh tears welled up in her eyes. Her wet panties and skirt had grown cold and clammy, and if she couldn't use a changing pass, that meant that she would have to wear those soggy panties and stained skirt the entire rest of the day. But she couldn't very well say no - that would be prideful, an assertion that she knew better than the Father what her penance should be; and she would surely earn a worse penance yet.
Aloud, she whimpered, "Y-yes, father," nodding.
Father Nicholson laid his hand on Debbie's head. "May the light of Tavis shine upon you. Go in peace."
Debbie replied, by rote, "May He light your path." She trudged back to her seat and collected her backpack, her sodden panties and damp skirt reminding her with every step that they had been peed in.
Father shook his head. Poor Debbie. He'd had great hopes for her. As good as she was at theology, she might someday have been a High Priestess - not as prestigious a position as the male priesthood, but prestigious enough. But there was no place in the Faithful for a wetter; and he'd never known a girl who had been struck by Hosiah's Curse to gain Tavis's blessing once more.
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Kathy and Jane were waiting for her, and Jane gave her a hug. "Oh Debbie, I'm so sorry," said the blonde, crying almost as much as Debbie was. Debbie hugged Jane tightly in return, sniffling, her cheeks burning in shame.
The taller brunette touched Debbie's arm. She wasn't nearly as demonstrative with her affection as Jane was, but she was no less compassionate, and perhaps even more troubled by Debbie's accident. "You're one of the purest souls I know, Debbie," said the other girl quietly. "How could He forsake you like this?"
Debbie shook her head. "I don't know, Kathy. I just... just have to trust in His will, I guess."
Kathy bit her lip. "I... I guess you're right," she said, sounding uncertain.
"What was your penance?" Jane asked quietly.
"I have to go without changing for the rest of the day," Debbie replied.
"What? That's awful!" said Jane, shocked, and pulled back. "How could Father ask you to do that?"
Debbie shrugged, though her discomfort was evident. "His Will be done."
Jane shook her head. "You don't know what it's like, Debbie. Going all day with filthy panties... it's horrible." She shifted uncomfortably, as if aware of the mess in her own panties. "But if, if you have to go without changing, then I'll endure the same for..."
Debbie touched Jane's arm gently. "No, Jane. You're..." The dark-haired girl glanced down at Jane's skirt - a soiling accident was easier to hide from sight than a wetting one, but the smell was unmistakable, even if you didn't see the way Jane waddled when she walked. "You're worse off than I am," Debbie said politely. "You go get changed. Don't... don't worry about me. I'll see you in the lunchroom."
Kathy said, "I'll come with you, Debbie. I bet everyone's going to be talking about it in the lunchroom, and you'll... you could use some support."
Debbie smiled through her tears. "Thanks. I appreciate it," she said. Kathy was one of the few others who'd never had an accident in school; other students would be more reluctant to make fun of Debbie with Kathy on her side.
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"Wow, you too?" said Emily, as she sat across from Debbie at the lunch table. Debbie and Kathy had sat at their own table - even though Kathy's presence had indeed protected her from mockery, Debbie didn't want to face her classmates with a fresh accident in her panties - but Emily had come over to join them almost as soon as the other two had taken their seats.
"I wouldn't have thought you'd be a wetter." Emily was a tiny blonde-haired girl, the shortest girl in the class - hardly surprising, being a year younger than everyone else - but her breasts were as big as Jane's, and seemed bigger yet on her small frame. Her own skirt was stained on the front just like Debbie's was, though hers had dried somewhat.
"I... me either," Debbie admitted. Her soaked panties were even worse to sit on than they were to wear, and she squirmed uncomfortably. "Maybe He wanted to make an example of me. A reminder that everyone is sinful in His sight."
"It doesn't seem fair, though," said Emily. "You always did everything right. For you to have an accident..." She squirmed in obvious discomfort. "Which reminds me. Miss Jones!"
"Yes, Emily?" asked the nearby teacher, who was serving as lunchroom monitor.
"I can't hold it anymore. May I please pee my panties?" asked Emily, matter-of-factly.
"You may," replied Miss Jones, frowning.
With no further fanfare, Emily got up from the table, walked to stand over a nearby drain, pressed her hand into her skirt, and concentrated. A fresh dark stain blossomed around her hand where she held it against her crotch, and a warm yellow stream began to course down her own pantyhose-clad legs, filling her shoes and flowing into the drain.
Debbie and Kathy watched in bemusement. Emily had started having accidents in fourth grade - far younger than normal, especially since she'd already skipped a grade by then. And now she was one of the most notorious potty-pants in the whole school - not just for how often she wet herself, but because she seemed to be completely shameless about peeing in her panties as casually as a normal girl would use the toilet.
In fact, Emily's lack of shame was so unusual that the priests had considered imposing additional penance on her, fearing she was in danger of becoming a Hosiah cultist. But the girl was so good-natured otherwise that they couldn't justify any such punishment; Tavism held that being incontinent was its own punishment, and the priests would be on shaky theological ground trying to add punishments of their own devising. If Emily didn't feel very punished by peeing her panties on almost a daily basis, that was between her and Tavis.
Presently, the girl finished wetting herself, and stood up straight. "Thanks, Miss Jones," she said, and sat down at the table again, making a face. "Yuck, that's gross," she said, sounding only mildly uncomfortable as her freshly damp panties went squish underneath her. "But I've had to pee like a million times today, so I needed the points. Speaking of which, when are you gonna use your changing pass, Debbie?"
"Not today," said Debbie. "It's my penance. Father said I should stay wet till the end of school."
"What? That's stupid," said Emily, making a face. "You're too good, you don't deserve to spend the whole day wet like that. That's for real potty-pants like me. Father Nicholson is a meanie."
"That's what I said," said Jane, as she joined them. She was walking a lot more comfortably now, now that she'd changed out of her own soiled underwear. "But I guess Debbie doesn't think she can argue with Father Nicholson."
"It's not my place," said Debbie. "Perhaps the Lord Tavis will see my obedience to His will and see fit to let His Light shine on me again."
"Yeah, right," Emily said. "I prayed day and night after I started having accidents, and look at me now. Peed my panties twice today already and I'll be lucky if I can keep my new pair dry till I get home," she said, through a mouthful of ravioli. "You better watch out, Kathy, you might be next."
Kathy nodded uncertainly. "I... might," she admitted. "If even someone like Debbie can fall under Hosiah's Curse..."
"We don't know it's the Curse," Debbie said hurriedly. "Not yet. It might just be a one-time thing."
Jane quickly changed the subject - she was all too aware that she'd never got her bowel control back, and she wasn't very happy with Tavistan teachings on incontinence in any case. "Debbie, what'd you put for that question about the Twenty Years War?"
Debbie was grateful for the distraction from her clammy underwear. "I said that the Tavistan siege itself actually lasted only two years..."
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Debbie was looking a good deal more uncomfortable as they finished lunch. "Your panties itchy?" asked Emily, with her usual bluntness.
Debbie blushed. "Y-yeah," she said, reaching under her skirt to pick at her damp panties.
"Yeah, that's normal. You gotta do the no-diaper-rash meditation," said Emily.
"What do you mean?" asked Debbie. "I've never heard of that..."
Jane said, "It's not something we usually talk about with girls who, uh, can still hold it. What you do is, you close your eyes, and you concentrate on making the itch go away."
"And that works?" said Debbie dubiously. "No prayer to Tavis or anything?"
"You can if you like," Jane said. "It doesn't seem to be necessary, though."
"I don't know," said Debbie. "Sounds a bit like witchcraft..."
"Believe me, if you don't do it, it gets a lot worse," said Emily. "Especially since you're gonna have to wear 'em that way the rest of the day. Pray to Tavis if you think that makes it safer."
Debbie nodded, and closed her eyes. O Tavis, I pray, though I endure the wetness of my penance, please take from me the itching...
After several seconds, Debbie found that the itching began to subside, then fade completely. The dampness between her legs was as unpleasant as ever, but only the cold and clammy sensation of wet underwear remained.
"See? Much better," said Emily, reading the expression of relief on Debbie's face. "Just do it again whenever it gets itchy. I'm sure Tavis doesn't mind as long as your panties stay yucky like He supposedly wants."
"Please, don't blaspheme like that," Debbie said crossly.
"Sorry, sorry," replied Emily.
Debbie relaxed slightly, and headed to class. Though her panties were still soaked, her faith remained strong; Tavis would deliver her from her suffering... or else He had another plan for her. The Lord moved in mysterious ways.
More to come...
Edited July 11, 2017 by garador
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"Hey, look at that! Nineteen isn't dead after all." Yes, I know it took a while to finish, but this story is finally finished. I love Beyond: Two Souls and, when I got a request to do a story about it, I was thrilled. So, after several weeks, here it is. Just as long-winded as usual, but I hope you'll read it to the end and enjoy it!
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“Listen, I’m not sure I should go.”
“Jodie, you’ve been begging me for weeks. You’re not going to back out now?!”
Jodie and Nathan were parked outside the house of one of the workers in Unit 4. Her daughter was celebrating her birthday and Jodie had been dying to come. Now, though… well, she was having second thoughts.
“I don’t know anybody there. They might all hate me, and… this dress… this dress is awful.”
Nathan gave her a patient look. “Don’t panic. Just take a deep breath. It’s only a birthday party. I’m sure everybody will like you.” Jodie looked at him doubtfully. “You’ll have some fun, meet some new friends.”
Jodie climbed hesitantly from the car, then turned back towards Nathan, looking at him anxiously through the open window. “Oh! Don’t forget your present!” Nathan handed her a gift. “It’s a book of poetry by Poe. Fifty years old and very rare- I’m sure she’ll like it.”
Jodie looked at the book in her hands and back at Nathan. “Don’t worry,” he reassured her. “It’s going to be fine. I’ll pick you up at 5.” And, with that, he drove away.
Jodie turned to look at the house, butterflies fluttering at the walls of her stomach. Even with Nathan’s assurances, her fears were still running rampant as worst case scenarios filled her mind. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a soft pang in her bladder. She groaned quietly. Her all this excitement had triggered her nervous bladder. She would have to remember to empty that soon.
The house was only a few yards away, but the walk to the front door seemed like an eternity. At last, Jodie reached it, taking a deep breath before pressing the doorbell button. After a few seconds, the door was answered by the birthday girl’s mother, who invited her in.
The woman shouted into the next room, trying to catch the attention of her daughter. “Kirsten, you coming? I’ve gotta go!” You're not the only one... thought Jodie, shifting her feet uncomfortably. A girl slightly older than Jodie walked into the room. Jodie could only assume this was Kirsten.
“Hey, Jodie right? Come on, we’re in the living room. Just some girls from school and the least dorky guys we could find.” Kirsten and her mother made some parting remarks before the older woman left and the younger girl led Jodie into the next room, where several teenagers sat, waiting for her return.
Kirsten introduced Jodie to the group and complained about her mom for a moment before assigning her guests a task. “Guys, you do the shutters, girls, do the candles, and Jodie, you can take care of the music. Let’s get CRAZY!” The host left the room to get beer while the others attended their jobs. Jodie walked quickly over to the music player and bent down to look through the selection available. The motion put a slight pressure on her bladder and her body immediately began to protest. Oh no, Jodie silently chastised herself. I forgot to ask for a bathroom. She scrolled through a few more music options before the throbbing of her bladder made her stand again.
“What kind of garbage is this?!” Asked a girl that Jodie hadn’t caught the name of, walking towards the music player. “Slide over.” The girl changed the music to something she described as “really popping” and left. Jodie rolled her eyes.
As Jodie watched the girl leave, a sudden pang in her bladder caught her off guard. She tensed up and ground her teeth together. Even if it wasn’t enough to make her leak, it wouldn’t be long before she really needed a toilet. Maybe, thought Jodie, I can just go look for one on my own. She walked towards the door to the rest of the house, but nearly ran into Kirsten who was returning with the beer. The shock made her bladder spasm again, and she blushed softly as she backed away from the party’s host. Kirsten gave Jodie a strange look and then addressed the rest of the party guests. After getting her bladder under control, Jodie followed her back to the center of the room.
“Hid it under my bed for a week!” Kirsten informed her friends. “My mom doesn’t even go into my room anymore. She’s TOTALLY oblivious…” Kirsten passed out a can to each of her friends who thanked and complimented her in turn before turning to face Jodie. “Jodie, do you want one?” Jodie hesitated for a moment. She had never had any alcohol before… but what would the others think of her if she turned it down?
“Yeah, cool, sure…” Kirsten tossed her a can and she caught it against her chest. With a little effort, she popped the tab and raised it to her lips for a sip. The taste caught her by surprise and she nearly choked.
“Hey, don’t choke on it!” Kirsten warned.
“I bet it’s her first time,” the girl who had changed the music.
“No, no… I’ve had some before,” Jodie protested.
“Sure you have,” replied one of the boys.
The party goers all left the table, but Jodie stayed behind, temporarily forgetting about her filling bladder. She was determined to prove to the other guests that she could handle the beverage. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before downing another gulp of the beer in her hands. The taste made her wrinkle her nose, but she had to do this. Another drink and the beer can was nearly empty. The last one finished it off. She set it gently on the table… and took another from the box. This one tasted better and only took her two long swallows to finish. By the time she set down this can, she was beginning to feel dizzy. Okay, she thought, maybe that's enough…
After wandering around for a few minutes taking in the party scene, Jodie began to feel a bit sick and walked over to a chair to sit down. She’d only been sitting for a moment before a boy sat next to her- the one that hadn’t made fun of her earlier, thankfully. They sat in silence for a few seconds before the boy turned to her and began to speak.
“Hi, hi, I’m Matt. Jodie, right?” Jodie nodded, smiling nervously. “I’ve never seen you at school before. You don’t take classes on the base?”
“I’m… in a different program,” Jodie explained. “With my own teacher.” She paused. “It’s… kinda boring. I never get to see people my age… I suppose I’ve gotten used to it.” Matt nodded.
“So you work with Kirsten’s mother?” He asked.
“Yeah, we work in the same lab,” Jodie told him. “She thought it would be a good idea for me to come and spend some time with people my age, so… here I am…”
“I used to live in London before I moved here two years ago…” Matt recounted. “And you? Where did you live before?”
Jodie paused. “...On the base. I’ve lived there my whole life. I was born there.” Matt looked slightly ruffled by her last answer, but he moved on quickly.
“Do you have any hobbies? Anything you like to do for fun?” Matt proceeded without waiting for an answer. “I surf any chance I get and I play in a band with a bunch of friends… And you? What are you into?” Jodie smiled pleasantly for a second before realizing this was her chance to speak.
“Umm… well this is gonna sound REALLY boring,” Jodie answered hesitantly. “But I like to read, and… I like sports… I mean, I can’t leave the base so that sort of limits things…”
Matt nodded, considering his next question. Finally, he asked her, “Is it alright if I ask you a question?” Jodie said nothing, he continued. “Why are you in Unit 4?”
“I… I’d rather not talk about it…” Jodie said evasively.
“Damn! I’m so stupid! I hope I haven’t upset you or anything.”
“No… that’s okay.”
Suddenly, the room grew much quieter. Matt looked up, then at Jodie in excitement.
“Slow dance!” He exclaimed. “You up for it?” Jodie looked at him helplessly, suddenly becoming painfully aware of the fullness of her bladder. The beer, she realized, probably wasn’t doing much to help her.
Matt looked at her, waiting for an answer. “Umm… yeah, sure. I’m up for it.” Jodie said reluctantly. Matt grinned and extended a hand to help Jodie from her seat. Jodie grimaced and shifted uncomfortably before taking his hand and standing up slowly, careful to keep the contents of her bladder from escaping. The boy led her out onto the makeshift dance floor and they began to dance.
The first step sent a pang of desperation through Jodie’s bladder, the likes of which she had never experienced. Why does this have to happen today? Jodie gritted her teeth and took another step. Another jolt of bladder pain rocked her body, then another. Their dance continued for another few seconds, with Jodie absolutely bursting and Matt absolutely oblivious, before things began to take a turn for the worse.
Jodie, completely distracted from their dance, took a step directly onto Matt’s foot. She squeaked in surprise and quickly stepped off. Matt smiled in amusement, but Jodie’s expression showed anything but. With the surprise and sudden movement, she had leaked a little. She stopped dancing for a moment, squeezing her legs together and steeling her bladder for several more minutes of agony, before returning to a slow sway to the beat of the music, her blushing face turned unremittingly towards the floor.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jodie felt like the music had to be coming to an end. She looked up at Matt, only to find his face only millimeters from hers. She gasped and turned away quickly, with Matt’s kiss landing on her cheek rather than her lips. The start resulted in another pang of desperation. A few drops leaked into Jodie’s panties before she could even comprehend what was happening. Jodie gasped again, her face reddening as she pulled on of her hands from Matt’s grasp. To her dismay, though, Matt didn’t let her go. Instead, he pulled her closer. Jodie whined softly as her bladder continued to leak slowly, a few more drops escaping into her now damp underwear.
Jodie writhed in Matt’s arms, trying desperately to escape his clutches as her bladder inexorably gave out. Finally, her attempts slowed to a small squirm as she focused her attempts on holding her pee, but it soon became clear that she would need her hands to squeeze in the flow and both were held by Matt. “Please let me go,” she begged softly. “Please…”
Just as Jodie began to despair, Matt’s arms were wrenched away from her. She looked up to see the boy stumbling back across the room into the chair where he had introduced himself. He landed hard and went tumbling backwards, taking the chair with him. After a moment of rolling on the ground, he regained his feet and started back towards Jodie, spewing profanities and calling the rest of the party goers over to him.
“This little bitch just attacked me!” He pointed at Jodie accusingly. Jodie looked at him, alarmed.
“No,” she responded hurriedly. “No, no. It wasn’t me, it was…” She knew she couldn’t explain it in time and began to back away from Matt and the rest of the- now angry- party guests. Every step sent a stab of discomfort through her bladder, but she was too afraid now to notice. She took several more steps before her back hit a wall. The other teens closed in around her, insulting her and touching her- some gentle pokes, some harder hits, some shoves, all terrifying her. She begged them to stay back, but they continued to get nearer and nearer. Finally, one of them grabbed her arm. She yanked away, but someone else grabbed her other arm and then it was all over. They had her.
They dragged Jodie back the way she had come into the room, towards the exit. Jodie began to hope that they may just be leading her to the exit, but when someone went ahead to open the door, it wasn’t the front they went to but a cupboard under the stairs. Upon seeing this, Jodie started to panic again, writhing and screaming and begging them to let her go. As she squirmed and shouted, a thin stream of urine escaped her aching bladder, but she couldn’t care less. She was completely distracted.
The party guests forced her down the hall and into the cupboard, laughing at her and mocking her fear. After being shoved in, Jodie fell to her knees and began to cry, moaning and whimpering as the stream from her bladder growing rapidly. Liquid leaked from the corners of her eyes and down her nose, as well as from her lower lips, further soaking her already sodden panties. All she could do was wait for the stream to subside, but as she sat, crying and whining, all it did was grow larger and faster. After a moment, she looked up to see if the other guests had locked her in. Too her horror and mortification, the door was still wide open. Matt had turned away in disgust, but the rest of the party goers were staring in fascination and amusement. Jodie turned bright red and begged them softly to stop looking at her. When none of them followed her request, she turned her eyes away and began to attempt to cover herself up. In the end, it was all she could do to hide the mess with her hands, and so she sat, peeing into her panties and her dress and her hands, waiting for the humiliation to end.
When it was finally over, the river began to shrink back to a stream, then a dribble, then a few drops. Jodie looked up, utterly disgraced, to see what her peers thought of the display. Kirsten was smirking, another girl openly laughing, and the last girl was biting her lip in apparent arousal. The boy in the hat looked floored. Jodie turned away again, and the movement seemed to bring the boy to his senses. He shut the door, and, after a moment, Jodie heard it lock. She was just glad for a moment alone to collect herself. She looked to the ground, where an enormous puddle had collected, before gingerly taking a seat as far from the urine as she could get in the small closet. As she attempted to collect herself, Aiden waited beside her planning his revenge.
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So there's the story. I'm not finished with this one just yet... Aiden will play into another chapter that will come shortly if I can find the time to write it. But go ahead and let me know what you thought in the comments (yes, even if it's mean) and feel free to request any stories you'd like to see. Thank you so much for your patience and for reading my story!
Edited July 10, 2017 by Nineteen
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Okay, so chapter two! Aiden gets his revenge on Kirsten and her two friends (who I have named Jessica and Ashley because I don't think they were actually given names in the game... if they were and I'm dead wrong, sorry...) so read up if you want! Here goes nothing!
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Jodie had been locked in the closet for almost half an hour when Aiden finally returned. She was still miserable, cold, and wet, but her crying had finally stopped. The humiliation had yet to go away. The music had resumed a long time ago, and Jodie could feel the bass thumping beneath her feet. With her knees against her chest and her back against the wall, she could almost completely avoid the puddle of urine she had left in the center of the closet. The only thing still in the puddle was her shoes, which mercifully did not absorb the liquid.
She looked up when she felt her companion enter and silently called out to him. “Get me out of here…” she pleaded. “Please…” Aiden complied, and, after a moment, the door clicked and opened. Jodie crawled out as quickly as she could, feeling her knees make contact with the- now cold- pee on the floor.
Upon standing up, Jodie could see that the host and her friends had shut, and presumably locked, the door to keep her from re-entering the party should she escape from the closet. Fortunately, she had no intention of going back in. Aiden looked to her for a moment, waiting on her for a course of action. Jodie closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, considering the deep satisfaction that getting revenge on the party goers would bring her. After a moment, however, she decided that she would be the bigger person and leave.
When she went to relay her decision to her silent companion, however… she discovered that he had already made a choice of his own. She called out to him, but he ignored her. He had already entered the party, and its guests would know his wrath. Jodie began to panic, but she knew there was nothing she could do. Whatever happened from here was out of her hands. All she could do was sit and wait.
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Kirsten’s birthday party had taken a turn for the better ever since that little freak was locked up. Without Jodie bothering Matt, the Londoner had turned his attention to the birthday girl, who knew she was much more deserving of it. Aside from the lame book she had gotten, all her presents had been awesome. She especially looked forward to making use of the thong she had received, but, for now, her mind was elsewhere.
With all the excitement, her time had been completely occupied; playing hostess, switching up the music, chatting with her friends, dancing, and consuming several beers, she had been completely distracted from a concern which had just become much more pressing. She was caught up in a conversation with Matt, but she knew that, very soon, she would need to excuse herself and use the bathroom.
Matt, completely drunk and oblivious to her situation, continued to chat idly as Kirsten’s squirming became more and more pronounced. The beer had taken its toll and her bladder was filling up rapidly, but she was afraid to leave and return to find Matt occupied with one of her friends. So she stayed, and squirmed, and shifted and shook and squeezed her legs together, all the while feeling her bladder balloon inside of her.
Just as the situation was finally reaching its climax and Kirsten’s desperation was coming to a head, the music kicked off. Matt was too drunk to notice, as was his friend, but Kirsten looked over at the stereo to see that, to her horror, the display had been shattered. Her eyes went wide and she looked around to see who had done it, but none of her guests were standing anywhere near it.
“Oh my god you guys,” she exclaimed. “My mom is going to kill me if she finds out I broke this!” The other teens looked nonplussed. Kirsten looked at each of them in turn before a sudden pang in her bladder made her close her eyes and squeeze her thighs together in discomfort. It took a moment for the desperation to pass, but, once it had, she found that the environment had returned to the way it was despite the lack of music.
Kirsten was about to voice her anger about the ruined stereo once more when a loud bang behind her made her start and pulled her attention away from the destruction. While she had been occupied by the stereo, the table had flipped over. Utter confusion overtook her for a moment, before realization set in. Jodie. Kirsten stormed over to the door, ignoring the noise as several beers were thrown from their container and the pans in the kitchen were knocked to the floor, as well as the mounting pain in her bladder. That little freak is using her witch magic to ruin my party!
She came to a stop in front of the door and grabbed the handle, turning it savagely and pulling hard… but it didn’t budge. She smiled at her own foolishness, having momentarily forgotten that they had locked the door to keep the bitch out. To her confusion, she found the door unlocked. She turned the handle again and yanked once more, then twice and three times, but the door still didn’t open. Kirsten began to panic as another stab of discomfort seized her bladder. If this door didn’t open, she was going to be in serious trouble.
She turned Matt and gave him an exasperated look. He wasn’t even looking at her. She huffed and walked over to him. “Matt!” He turned to face her, momentarily distracted from the chaos that Jodie was causing in the room. “Will you please get that door open for me?” She whined. “It’s stuck and I can’t make Jodie stop if I can’t get out of here.” Matt nodded and walked over to the door, giving it a hard tug. Instead of watching him attempt to open the door, Kirsten looked around the room, observing the mess that the witch was making.
Jodie had knocked over every single chair or table that she could and everything that had been on them was now on the floor. Kirsten ground her teeth at the sight of the chaos, but, so far, the only real damage that had been done was- Oh god... another huge wave of desperation hit Kirsten so suddenly that she had no choice but to grab herself to hold it in. To her horror and mortification, even forcefully squeezing her pee in did not prevent several droplets from escaping into her panties.
After a few seconds, Kirsten was finally able to get her bladder under control, but it felt like an eternity. She straightened back up and looked around at the guests, who were thankfully too distracted by Jodie’s temper tantrum to notice her situation. To her alarm, however, when her gaze fell on Matt, she found him still struggling to open the door. She was about to walk over to him when he was knocked flat onto his back by an unseen force. She gasped and backed away, but it was too late. Jodie grabbed her arm and yanked her several steps to the right, then grabbed her other arm and pulled her to the left, then back to her right and then to her left and so on until she finally fell to her knees. That seemed to be just what Jodie was waiting for, as she used the opportunity to shove Kirsten onto her back.
The force of the blow made Kirsten’s bladder spasm and she grabbed herself again to keep it in, but, once again, failed to keep from leaking. This time her bladder let loose a long squirt that fully wet her underwear. It was only when the desperation subsided that she realized Jodie had stopped attacking her. In fact, it seemed that all of the chaos in the room had stopped completely. Kirsten sat up as quickly as her bladder would allow and took a look around the room. The entire party area was a disaster, with every surface being tipped and every beverage and snack being spilled. Kirsten frowned, but she was relieved that the only damage to the room was the stereo. That could be explained and everything else could be cleaned up.
She was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when one of her friends screamed. She whipped her head around frantically, praying that Jodie hadn’t hurt anyone. When her eyes finally came to rest on the source of the scream, she found it to be Jessica, her friend with the glasses, legs pretzeled around one another, hands jammed into crotch, head bowed in shame. After a moment, Kirsten realized why; Jessica was peeing herself. The liquid escaped in cascades, soaking her pants, first down the thighs and then to her knees and then to her ankles, before finally pitter pattering into a puddle on the floor. Kirsten’s eyes went wide as she watched her friend wet her pants.
After a moment of watching the spectacle, Kirsten noticed something. The area around Jessica’s bladder was depressed, pushed in in a way that made it look like… Wait, Kirsten thought, did my squirt make Jodie decide to make Jess pee herself? Indeed, it seemed that the wetting had distracted Jodie from destroying anything else, and, for that, Kirsten was thankful. It was only after a moment of silence that another cry came from another corner of the room. Kirsten turned to look in the direction of the noise, only to find Ashley, her friend in pink, huddled in a corner. Kirsten stumbled up from her sitting position and rushed over to her to see if she was hurt, but when she got closer, she found an entirely different situation.
Ashley was crying silently, her hands in a death grip on her crotch. Despite her best efforts, however, Kirsten could see urine escaping from her, spraying audibly out of her pee hole and past her fingers to pool on the floor. Ashley was bright red, clearly mortified. Kirsten watched in morbid fascination as Ashley’s bladder emptied into her pants and onto the floor. As the stream faltered and stopped, Kirsten wondered who the next victim would be… but only for a moment, before realizing suddenly that it would be her.
“NO!” She cried, rushing for the door and yanking on it again and again. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” She stopped pulling at the door and turned to address the empty air, hoping Jodie could see her. “Jodie, listen…” she pleaded. “I know we were jerks and we made you wet yourself, but please don’t m-” Kirsten’s plea was interrupted as an invisible force drove into her bladder. She nearly doubled over before falling to her knees on the floor. She fought against it for a moment, but the force pushed harder and harder, urging her to let go until, finally, she couldn’t resist.
Even as she battled against her bladder, she felt her control slip. She lost control in spurts at first, struggling to regain control even as pee escaped her, but after a few seconds of increasing pressure, she could no longer stop it. The spurts became a constant dribble, then a stream, then a river, then a firehose, spraying out of her and wetting her pants to the knee, before dripping down onto the floor below her. Kirsten could do nothing to fight it. As the flow finally subsided and Jodie’s attack returned its focus to the room around her, all Kirsten could do was sit there. As blush crept across her face and urine soaked further into her pants, all she could think about was whether she really should have been so mean to Jodie.
While the party exploded into chaos all around her, Kirsten felt sorry.
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Was that any good? I don't know, but I hope you all enjoyed it! I should be finished with a Bioshock: Infinite story sometime in the next week, so feel free to subscribe or something if you want to keep an eye out for that. If you liked the original story or this chapter, you're welcome to leave a comment, or, if you hated them both, I appreciate constructive criticism too! Thanks for reading!
Edited July 24, 2017 by Nineteen
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This story is almost entirely pieced together from snippets of real conversations and events that happened to me with various friends/partners. But I rolled them all into a series of interactions between two characters.
This gets sexy (like, two-people-doing-sexy-things-to-each-other sexy), so, if that's not what you're looking for, read something else, I guess.
I met her through a dating app. After exchanging a few messages, we met up for drinks at a bar halfway between our apartments. After one beer, it was clear we had some chemistry. We ordered another round, and lingered, talking, for hours. We discussed books, politics, the good and bad and awful aspects of living in the city we lived in. We had a lot of the same ideas. She was incredibly well-read, and quick with a joke. I felt boring by comparison, but she seemed to be enjoying herself with me.
When we finally decided to call it a night — we both had work the next day — I walked her to the bus stop. As we arrived, her bus was rounding the corner on the next block, headed our way.
"Awesome," she said. "I hate waiting for buses when I have to pee." She did a little squirm and crossed her legs to emphasize her point.
"You could have gone at the bar!" I replied, laughing, hoping I sounded nonchalant.
"I almost never pee in public bathrooms, especially in bars," she said, smiling. "They're never clean, and I have a tiny bit of OCD. So, that means a lot of full-bladder bus rides for me."
The bus pulled up alongside us, and the door squeaked open. "Bye," she said. She squeezed my arm. "I had fun. Lets do it again." And, with that, she stepped onto the bus. I walked home, excited about the night — and more excited by her parting comments than I should have been
* * *
For the rest of that week and the next, she was out of town for work and then to attend a friend's wedding. We traded a few texts, and set a second date, this time at a new restaurant that had opened up near my house. We planned to meet up at a dive bar down the block beforehand.
Again, we had a great time. As our glasses emptied, I noticed she was shifting back and forth on her seat and alternate flapping her legs and crossing them tightly. It was, I was nearly certain, a sign that her bladder was again full.
At one point, she laughed at something I said and slammed her legs together, bending forward slightly. "Lets go to the restaurant," she said. "I've got to pee, and I don't want to bother with the bathrooms here."
"Why?" I asked.
"A place like this never has clean bathrooms. I don't even want to find out if it does, because that would mean touching the doorknob."
"Ah," I replied, and downed the last gulp of my beer. I decided to be bold. "This public bathroom aversion you have seems like it might cause you some issues."
"You have no idea," she said with a laugh.
"I hope the bus ride home after the last time I saw you wasn't too uncomfortable," I said.
She smiled. "I almost exploded," she said.
My heart raced at those words. Almost? Exploded? I was torn between wanting details and not wanting to be a weirdo. But she seemed to think talking about pee was perfectly acceptable, normal. In fact, all of her pee-related comments so far were volunteered with a little smile.
"That would have been bad," I offered, noncommittally.
"It would have been really bad," she said. "Now lets go!" She stood, pressing her legs together. She kept one crossed in front of the other and swayed from side to side as I paid. As I struggled to put the change in my wallet — I've never been good at getting dollar bills into a wallet, for some reason — she smiled and waved her hands in a hurry-up motion.
I laughed, pretending to only now notice her tense posture — pretending I hadn't been watching her out of the corner of my eye the whole time.
"That bad, huh?"
"I was at the park all afternoon with my friend, and drank a bunch of water. I had to pee for an hour before I even got here. And, of course, the beer didn't help."
We hurried down the street to the restaurant, which served a fancy-ish take on Korean food. We had to wait for our table for a moment when we arrived, and she leaned against the wall, arms and legs crossed, with an expression on her face that I read as "I am uncomfortable but amused by how ridiculous this situation is." When we were eventually seated, I nodded my head to the left and said, "I think I saw the bathroom over —"
"Don't worry about it," she said. "I'm hungry! I don't want to go in there and miss the waiter."
She studied the menu carefully, all the while shifting her torso back and forth. I assumed her legs remained tightly crossed beneath the table; I could see one of her feet jiggling.
After she had decided what she wanted to eat and selected a bottle from the wine list, we picked up our conversation from the bar — we were both fans of the midwest living on the east coast, and were discussing the merits of various cities — while we waited for the waiter. She danced her sitting pee dance all the while, at one point cautioning me not to make her laugh.
Finally, the waiter materialized, and she gave him her order. As soon as he departed she said, "ok, it's time," and walked with a rapid, stiff-legged stride toward the bathroom. I studied the restaurant a bit, then glanced over in the direction she had walked. There was a line, apparently. She was leaning against the wall, tapping her hands anxiously against her thighs. She saw my gaze, made eye contact, and put her hand between her legs, gripping herself and bending over slightly, mouthing a silent scream for my benefit.
* * *
Three hours and a bottle and a half of wine later, I struggled with the keys to my apartment. As we walked in, holding hands, she nuzzled my neck, I turned to face her, and one thing lead to another. We collapsed on the couch, kissing, and kept that up for awhile. Momentum was building. Shirts came off. Her hand went into my pants, and I struggled to undo her black jeans. When I got my hand between her thighs, she was wet — really wet. Was that all from a good conversation and a bit of kissing? Or was there something else?
She told me, as we shed our clothes, that she didn't want to have sex that night — she had a rule about waiting until the fifth date. But we kept busy in other ways for an hour or two. We eventually pulled ourselves apart. She laid back against my couch in her white bra and underwear — simple Jockey-brand briefs — I in my now-heavily-rumpled boxer shorts.
"This is hot," she said, "but I've got to pee. All that wine. And beer. And water." She patted her stomach. "Where's your bathroom?" she asked. And then, raising an eyebrow, asked, "Is it clean?"
"I knew you might come over, and you had mentioned that you were a 'tiny bit OCD.' So I cleaned it today," I said. "It's sparkling. We could have eaten our dinner off the floor."
She laughed. "Oh my god, don't make me laugh!" she groaned, her hand gripping her crotch over her cotton underwear. "I warned you about that! For me, a full bladder and humor don't mix."
I decided to level with her. I had just gotten out of a relationship in which my partner wasn't comfortable talking about pee. This girl, clearly, was. And I was a little tipsy. And we were sitting there in our underwear, sweaty from a make-out session. So, out with it, I thought.
"I think it's hot when someone has to pee," I said.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah.
"Well, that's fantastic. Because, as you've probably notice, I end up holding my pee a lot. And I really like you."
That was it? No discomfort? No sideways looks? Just, "that's fantastic"? This was extremely exciting.
I kissed her, and pretty soon we were all over each other again. I put my hand between her legs, and again felt wetness. I was sure — this was new wetness. She broke away from the kiss.
"Um, I may have peed a little. When you made me laugh. Sorry! I warned you!"
"I love it when a woman with a full bladder pees a little," I said breathlessly.
She laughed again. "Well, great!"
More kissing.
"Would it turn you on to know that I also peed when you made me laugh at the bar? And again at the restaurant?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "That would turn me on quite a bit."
"It was just a little bit," she continued. "But it helped me hold it for longer. I don't really mind when I pee a little bit. I'd rather have a little bit of my own pee get on me than use a dirty bathroom and potentially sit in someone else's pee. Sometimes, when I'm out with my ladies, I'll hold my pee for hours and leak more than once." She paused thoughtfully while rocking gently from side to side. "Though, I guess I also leaked more than once tonight. I was really full."
"Oh my god," I gasped, my eyes flicking between hers and the front of her underwear, where there was a hint of the wet spot I held felt between her now-tightly clasped legs. I couldn't take much more of this kind of talk.
But she continued. "And would it turn you on to know that I was holding myself when I got home after our first date?" She was sitting up, eyes sparkling, enjoying what she was doing to me. "I almost leaked as I was walking up the stairs to my apartment. I had to stop in order to keep it in. I had my hand between my legs, like this." Again, she gripped her slightly damp crotch and rubbed her legs together. "When I got in the door, I ran to the bathroom. My roommate tried to ask me about my day, and at first I crossed my legs and tried to be polite, but then I told her she had to wait because I was literally on the verge of pissing in my clothing. She just laughed, because I come home that way all the time."
"What you're saying is going to make me cum."
"Amazing," she said. "If a full bladder turns you on, I never have to worry about mentioning that I have one. Not that I ever worry about it anyway. Now, tell me where your bathroom is, before I get your stuff wet."
Once the bathroom door was closed and she began peeing — it sounded like it went on for almost a minute — I sat back, dazed that this gorgeous person, with whom I could have seemingly inexhaustible conversations, apparently lived her life with a full bladder, and apparently was willing to use that to turn me on.
...I've got plans for a second part... |
It was a Friday night and I had decided to stay in. I was exhausted, and could use some time to myself. So I was sitting at my computer, catching up on email and picking at some leftover takeout when I got her text.
“Hey, I think I’m in your neighborhood,” it read.
I hadn’t seen her in a week… or maybe two. After confessing that her proclivity for holding a full bladder lined up nicely with my proclivity for watching women hold full bladders, we had seen each other twice more. Neither time involved any desperation, but both were enjoyable and emotionally rewarding. Both ended with some kissing and removal of clothes. Our relationship seemed to be headed somewhere.
And then she was off on a work trip for a week, and I was swamped with my own work for another. That brought us to today.
“Yeah?” I texted back. “Where?”
“3rd ave and 1st,” came the reply, a minute or two later.
We had vague plans to hang out this weekend but hadn’t hammered out anything specific. She said she’d get in touch Saturday after spending Friday out with her girlfriends. That night out, apparently, had brought her nearby.
“What are you up to?” I asked
“Drinking ,” she texted back. I asked her where and she told me the name of the bar. She was right: It was a block and a half from my apartment.
Another text: “I think this bar tender is hitting on me.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I dunno. He keeps giving me free drinks.”
And a follow up: “He keeps giving *all of us* free drinks. But he keeps talking right at me.”
“Are you into it?” I ask.
“Nah. He think he’s so cool,” she texted back. “He’s not so cool.”
I snorted with laughter and turned back to what I was doing. I was plowing through my email inbox a good 30 minutes later when another text came.
“I gotta pisssssss.”
My heart skipped. Something about that phrasing. I waited to see if she would send a follow up, but she didn’t.
“Yeah?” I sent back noncommittally.
“My bladder is brimming,” she replied. That was a weird enough way to say it that I knew she was trying to get my attention.
“You should probably pee,” I texted.
“I can’t! I’ve explained this to you!” She texted back. “Bar bathrooms are too dirty!”
A pause. Then another text.
“All of my friends think I’m ridiculous. I’m dancing !!”
She had my full attention at this point.
“They know you have to pee?” I asked, dumbly.
The replies came in quick succession: “Yes! I keep telling them!” “They’re like, go!” “And I’m like, I can’t! You know I can’t.” “So I’m just standing here dancing around.” “Dribbling pee.”
That last bit was too much. I’m a sucker for leaking. I had to see her in her wet underwear. It was absolutely necessary.
“You could come use my bathroom, you know,” I replied.
“I suppose I could,” she replied.
“It’s very clean. And it would be great to see you,” I said.
“And I suppose my current state does nothing to sweeten the deal?” she texted back.
“I have to admit, it crossed my mind,” I replied.
“Luckily for you, I don’t really have a choice,” she replied. “I’m going to be a bit damp by the time I get home.”
“I thought you said you were already a bit damp.”
“I may have been exaggerating for emphasis. Or maybe I wasn’t. You’ll just have to wait to find out.” Then, another ""
It was only 20 minutes later that my buzzer rang. I opened the door and she stood there, one leg crossed over the other beneath a black jean skirt that ran midway down her thighs. Her tight white shirt looked like it might actually be the upper half of a leotard. She was swaying from side to side, one leg crossed tightly over the other. Her face had a devilish grin.
“Come on in,” I said.
“Thanks,” she replied, slowly. She shimmied into the apartment, thighs close together.
“Well,” I said. “You know where the bathroom is.”
“I’m starving,” she said, ignoring me. “What do you have to eat?”
“Um.” I was surprised, and pleased, by how this was developing. “I have some leftovers. Leftover Thai food, I think. Or, what else...?” I opened my refrigerator door. There wasn’t a lot. “Or I could make you… eggs?”
“Thai sounds great. What are you up to?”
I emptied the food from its take-out container onto a plate and popped it in the microwave, extremely aware that she was standing, leaning against my kitchen counter, swaying, trapped inside what was probably a leotard, and that that leotard may have a pee stain on the crotch. “Just working. Not having anywhere near the kind of fun it seems like you are.”
“Well I’m here now, and I’ve brought the fun. Have anything to drink?”
“Got some beer,” I said, holding one up. “Could open a bottle of wine. Or some whiskey?”
“Whiskey would be great, yeah,” she said.
“Ok. Whiskey and Thai food it is,” I said, plunking some ice cubes into two glasses. I uncorked a bottle, and poured a little over each glass. She let out a low soft sound as the liquid trickled over the cubes, and pushed two fingers against her skirt, over her crotch. I wasn’t sure whether or not that was for my benefit, or a necessity, or both. I held out the glass and she stepped forward to accept it. I put my arm around her, sweeping her into a momentarily awkward kiss that she, after getting over her surprise, returned enthusiastically. I slipped my hands down her back to her hips, which were moving rhythmically in tight little circles beneath her jean skirt.
“Thank you for saving me from peeing myself,” she said into my mouth between kisses, with more than a hint of sarcasm.
“Well, I couldn’t just let you explode,” I replied. “Are you… going to do something about your situation?”
“Now that there’s a toilet near by it doesn’t seem as important,” she said, straining credulity. This girl was obviously quite uncomfortable. Then: “Do you have roof access? I want to see what the city looks like from here.”
…to be continued… hopefully more quickly, this time, than fifteen months…. |
We perched on our bar stools looking into each other's eyes. Or, I perched. She ground herself into it.
I was all in. Her short brown hair. Her sideways, mischievous smile. Her probably, almost certainly, overflowing bladder. Her playfulness. I was here for all of it.
It was after 2 a.m. in my corner dive; tunes were blaring in the mostly empty bar. We were illuminated by a red neon light. A few drunk college students and a handful of the bartender's buddies made up the clientele at this hour. I knew some of them, but not well enough, thankfully, that any of them was likely to interrupt this weird, erotic adventure I was on. The bartender set down a beer and a shot in front of each of us. We clinked our shot glasses together and drank up. She coughed at the bite of the whiskey, and chased it with a sip of beer.
"Ooh. Coughing. Not great right now," she said, giving her crotch a quick grab between her tightly pretzeled, ever-moving legs.
"You're driving me crazy," I announced.
"Oh, well, that's sweet," she said.
"You're amazing," I said. "But I was referring specifically to your... state."
"The chair helps," she said. "Sitting helps."
"It looks like you're putting it to use," I said, glancing down at her grinding hips.
She looked thoughtful. One thing I marveled at with this girl was how she could stay so engaged, so present, while presumably on the verge of wetting her underwear.
She moved her lips close to my ear. "I'm going to tell you a secret," she said. "I'm going to tell you why I'm letting what's happening between us right now happen."
I held my breath.
"It's because what I'm doing right now... with the chair... feels... good."
My heart skipped.
"When I hold it for a really, really long time — when I hold it until I can barely hold on, until I'm not holding on — it feels really, really, really good."
I still wasn't breathing. I just listened. She continued to whisper over the blare of the of the bar tunes:
"When you told me you liked when girls held it, I couldn't not think about the possibility of exploring this."
She sat upright, looking at me, the mischievous glint shining brighter in her eye. She saw what she was doing to me.
"I wasn't planning to tell you tonight," she said, talking at regular volume now. "I wasn't even sure whether to tell you at all. But here we are. I decided just now that I wanted to. I trust you. We're having fun. And the drinks helped." She took another sip of beer.
I still wasn't breathing. I had to breathe. I coughed. I started breathing again. Holy shit.
"Have you ever shared this with anyone?" I asked.
"Well, I've never told anyone," she replied. "With boyfriends I've waited. Because of the thrill. I've held my pee in. But the thing is... for it to feel good, I have to be very, very full."
"As you are now," I pointed out, helpfully.
"As I am now. And when I'm that full, and I'm doing anything — if I'm out on a date, walking around, doing anything really — there's a chance... I might..." She winced. "Pee a little? Because I'm so full?"
"Reasonable," I said.
"So, in the past I've held a full bladder, and held it, and held it, if I knew I was going to maybe be getting naked with someone that night. Because it's exciting. It makes it better, to have been holding for hours beforehand. But, it's also complicated. What if I leak? I always bring extra underwear."
I was rapt.
"So let's say things are getting hot and heavy," she continued. "We're making out, we're touching each other, I'm dying to pee, my bladder is about to overflow, so on and so forth. Before we, uh, get in bed, I have to interrupt things. I have to go empty my bladder. I don't want to pee on anyone who isn't expecting to be peed on. I don't want to take off my pants and show off underwear I've been leaking into. I never reveal that I'm holding. So I go pee. I change my underwear. And then that's that. I come back out of the bathroom. We move forward. But the excitement is — interrupted.
"So, no," she concluded. "I've never shared this with anyone. Not really. I've never told anyone, and I've never, erm, held it all the way to bed."
She paused, thoughtful, then leaned back in, whispering again. "I mean, I've gotten off while full of piss," she said quickly, clarifying. "So many times. But never with anyone else."
She leaned back again. We looked at each other. Even though she knew — she had to know — that I was basically dying from arousal, she seemed a bit nervous about having revealed this secret. We both took a sip of our beers. She was positively vibrating in her rapid bladder-holding chair-dance. I wondered if anyone else was noticing.
"I cannot believe how amazing this. I am so fucking happy," I said, "that you are sharing this with me."
She was visibly relieved.
"I have been waiting for someone to say everything you just said for my whole adult life," I said. "Basically, what this, I think, means, is: you are the woman of my dreams."
She smiled, then laughed, then laughed more. "Okay, okay take it easy," she said, still laughing and gripping her crotch for dear life. "Enough compliments."
"I'll take it easy," I agreed, also laughing.
"Well," she said. She was relaxed again, playful. "If you're game, there are some things I think we should try."
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I open my eyes. Her face is inches from mine, her brown hair splayed on the pillow, a few strands reaching me. She is still sleeping, her even breaths brushing softly against my face.
I can't believe what happened last night. If she weren't lying here next to me, I might have assumed it was a dream. An overwhelmingly sexy dream.
Her body is mostly hidden by covers. With my hand I trace the contours of her skin, my fingers glancing down her shoulder, over her torso, over her belly, down to her thigh. She's wearing underwear, but nothing else. It's dry. She must have put on the spare pair she carries in her purse at some point during the night.
Her eyes open. "Hi," she says, smiling.
"Good morning," I reply.
She rolls toward me and we kiss, limbs intertwining, arms wrapped around each other, bodies rubbing together. After a minute or so of this we pull apart.
"So, last night," I begin, smiling.
She looks me in the eye. "Lets make sure we do that again," she whispers. Then she stands up and stretches. I admire her body — her hair falling over her shoulders, her breasts, her slender frame clad only in a pair smallish white panties. I wonder if the slight roundness above their waistband is a full bladder. We did, after all, spend half the night drinking. I felt pretty full myself.
"Ooh," she said, curtsying, as if reading my mind. "Gotta pee."
She looks me in the eye. "You don't mind if I go, do you?" She's teasing me. She walks out of my room and down the hall. I hear the bathroom door close.
I look around. Elements of her outfit from last night — the black jean skirt, Chelsea boots, and white body suit — are strewn about, as are my clothes, discarded in a rush. The body suit looks mostly dry by now, though the yellow tint of the lower half makes it absolutely clear what kind of night it has seen.
* * *
It was pushing toward 2:30 a.m. in the bar when she demanded we leave. She had just revealed to me her love of a full bladder, and I was reveling in this conversation with a woman who had a decade plus of pee holding stories — sometimes making it, sometimes not quite. She had explained to me that she particularly made a point of holding it when she knew sex was imminent, slipping away to the bathroom just before getting into bed. For her, it was a tricky balance between maximizing enjoyment and exposing her secret.
"What was the closest anyone ever came to finding out?" I asked.
"Huh," she thought for a minute, flapping her legs rhythmically on the bar stool to contain her bladder.
"Oh. I know. I was in college," she said. "I was drinking beers in my friend Sam's dorm room. She was into girls, and I was kind of curious about what it might be like to be with a girl. It seemed like things were headed in that direction so I decided to hold it, knowing that having a full bladder would just make the experience more memorable.
"But we were both shy, I guess. It kept not happening. The night kept going. We kept drinking. I think we went through an entire case of PBRs.
"And so we got super drunk, and my bladder got super full. We were cuddling in her bed, having one of those drunk college talks about capitalism, the patriarchy, the meaning of life, all that. And it seemed at any moment we might kiss. We kept locking eyes expectantly.
"But I had to pee so, so, so bad. I remember that I kept discretely trying to hold myself, and that I kept leaking. But also, the whole situation was making me incredibly turned on. My extremely full bladder was a big part of that. This was pretty early in my sexual discovery and I hadn't really figured out how to balance the pee thing with the need to not embarrass myself by revealing it to people.
"I remember at one point I felt like I leaked for a solid second, and I reached down and felt my crotch. I remember I was wearing these black athletic shorts and I figured it wouldn't show, so I was allowing myself to be a little careless. But I was definitely wet. Not just in my underwear but the shorts themselves. I rubbed my crotch and it felt soaked. And somehow the combination of the drunkenness and feeling the wetness made me pee again, for, like, another second, and then again, and I was like, 'holy fuck, I'm about to pee my pants for real in Sam's bed.'
"And so I sort of casually excused myself, slipped out the door, and then dashed down the hallway to the bathroom. Pee was basically shooting out of me with ever other step. I remember thinking 'I am a pee grenade.' A good, drunken analogy. I remember when I got to the toilet I peed for like a minute, and the whole time I was looking down at my underwear, which was soaked."
"What kind of underwear was it?" I asked. I kind of have an underwear thing, especially when it comes to pee. I couldn't not ask.
"I have this image, like, frozen in my head: me peeing on the toilet, looking down at my underwear around my ankles," she said. "They were these lacy blue things. Might have been a thong. Not really the kind of thing you want to wear if you're planning on holding your pee. Which I hadn't been. I was going more for 'sexy,' probably. I remember being impressed by how thoroughly wet it was, I guess as a result of leaking just a little bit at a time for like the whole fucking night while rolling around on her bed and then sprinting down the hallway squirting pee. There was barely a dry part."
My eyes must have been bulging out of my head at that description. She just smiled and kept telling her story.
"And so I was like, 'what the fuck am I going to do?' Most people in this situation might just bail, Irish exit, go home, come up with an excuse in the morning. But I wasn't just drunk in pee-soaked underwear, I was drunk and extremely turned on because of the bursting-bladder situation that had led to that pee-soaked underwear. And so I came up with a plan: I was in my dorm bathroom, where I showered, and so I had a towel hanging on the wall. I stripped naked, rolled my wet underwear up in my other clothes, wrapped myself in the towel, and walked back to Sam's room."
"What did she do?" I asked.
"She, fortunately, saw my naked arrival as a signal that it was time for what we had been putting off all night. Sam, like, launched herself at me."
I snorted with laughter.
"She basically tackled me." Now we both laughed, and we kept laughing.
"The actually funny thing is," she continued through her laughter, "I guess I somehow still had some pee in me, because when Sam's body, like, plowed into mine, I peed a little more. I was surprised that after peeing for forever, I still wasn't empty. But I don't think she noticed. I think the towel absorbed it, and Sam was focused on getting that towel off."
We kept laughing. She clamped her legs together. "This is bad, I gotta stop laughing," she said. But we didn't. It was one of those weird things that can happen late at night, maybe after a few drinks. I was pounding the bar, tears were streaming down her face. We were laughing at her story, but also at this night, this situation, the two of us finding each other, the absurdity of this absurd fetish, the relief of sharing it with someone. The bartender cast a glance our way. I hoped we didn't look too nuts.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whispered. She unwrapped her legs, shoved her hand into her crotch. I caught a glimpse of white beneath her black jean skirt. She slid off the barstool and stood up, pretzeling her legs. She leaned over to me, and whispered in my ear: "I've got to get out of here."
"Pay the bill," she continued. "I'll meet you outside. Let's go to your place."
Though a moment ago she was frantic, she now walked calmly toward the door with a practiced composure. If you hadn't been looking closely, you wouldn't have noticed her tightly clenched fists.
But I was looking closely. And though It was dark, I could have sworn that in the red neon light I saw a single drop run from beneath her skirt, down her leg, into her boot.
...more to come...
Edited November 18, 2019 by jrs1989
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i figured this is a popular enough fic on my ao3 that i'd upload it here. idk, apparently black butler has a new arc with evil twins? idk, i don't follow it anymore, but i know that ciel is adorable. and i love this idea of diapers and training potties. :D
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Ciel was honestly so offended. He had dragged his stupid butler to this stupid Gala to talk to an important family, and what do they do? They send him off to the play room with the little two year old of his. No, they didn’t even do that, they had a maid escort him, because the ‘adults’ were too busy talking to Sebastian.
It would have been almost bearable in the playroom if there had been nannies there with him, an actual mature mind, but noooo, they were the only ones who actually thought he was mature so they left him in charge of the toddler while they attended to apparently more important things than his comfort level.
So here he was, sitting on a way too small, bright, plastic chair while a two year old in a night shirt ran around screaming. He couldn’t even distract himself with a book. No! He was far above the level of picture books. So, Ciel resigned himself to sitting in silence and getting irritated.
Soon enough, the little kid he was with passed out on the floor, so, he stood up. “Finally, I guess I can leave you now.” Of course, there really was no one around to hear him, so he just headed for the door. He opened it and peeked out, it was completely dark in the hallway. Nooope. He’d just stay inside the completely lit room until his unfaithful butler collected him.
He closed the door and went back to his chair. Yes, this would be perfectly acceptable except that he needed to pee. He sighed and tapped a finger against his cheek. There was no way he’d be able to get to a proper bathroom, not with how dark it was outside of this damned room.
Oh well, he’d just have to wait until he was at home. He could do that. He sipped at the water that had been so graciously provided and noted that the pitcher was almost and that– oh. That’s why he needed to go
He set down his cup and decided to focus on something else. It didn’t work. His mind was constantly drawn to the fact that his bladder was pulsing with need.
It was another fifteen minutes, or what he thought was fifteen minutes before ciel decided to get up and find a solution’ the pressure in his bladder had only increased.
Once again he went to the door and opened it to see if he should go find the bathroom of Sebastian on his own. Once again he closed the door upon finding the conclusion to be no.
Ciel started to pace the small, toy cluttered room. Half way through his second round of the room, he had to stop and grab himself. Could you blame him? He was just twelve.
He took a breath through his nose and thought out loud, “There’s no way that I’m leaving this party with wet trousers. Is there any other way to relieve myself aside from pissing on the carpet?”
His dark blue eyes traveled to the changing table that was against one wall. Of course, on the shelves below it, there were actual diapers.
Ciel shuddered and mentally scolded himself for thinking such a thing. Instead, he looked to the small training potty next to the changing table. It was still demeaning, but less so, besides, there was no one in the room besides him and the sleeping toddler. No one would judge him. Well, no one but himself.
The young boy bit his lip and contemplated just holding it until later, surely he could. A small leak interrupted that train of though and put it completely out of business.
He took a breath to calm his nerves and walked–er, hobbled– over to the bright blue training potty. Once there, he shucked his formal shorts to the floor and sat down. Thankfully, due to his small appetite and picky nature, he was slim enough to fit without any trouble.
It didn’t take any coaxing on his bladder’s part to get him to start going. Though a blush lit up his pale face, he did feel quite relieved, that is until he felt a warm wetness on the back of his thighs and behind.
It didn’t take very much or very long for the poor training seat to over fill and start dripping onto the floor. Horrified, Ciel stood up, willing himself to stop the torrents of piss currently escaping him.
In the end, his pants only got a small stain on them.
One would think that having emptied his bladder half way, he’d be fine to pull up his pants and be fine to go on his way, but that wasn’t the case. Not at all.
His strained muscles, now having tasted freedom, yearned even more ror release. His bladder pulsed again and a small leak threatened to spring forth. The young boy whimpered and looked around. What else could he do?
Once again, his gaze landed on the changing table that was now right beside him.
He pressed a hand to his groin and with a shaky hand grabbed a diaper. Whining, he struggled to unfold it. Desperately, he pressed it to his crotch, and not a second too soon. As soon as he did, his body started to relax, and urine shot out of him.
Not a second after he started filling the padded garment with his manly waters, the door to the nursery creaked open. There in the doorway stood Sebastian.
Color rose in Ciels face, but he didn’t stop peeing. He didn’t stop when the diaper, too, got over filled and started leaking down his legs.
Sebastian didn’t seem phased at all. “If your done, my lord, we should get home.” |
Lilliana White stirred in her bed. Her alarm clock abruptly awakened her and she jumped out of bed. At 28 years old she was lucky to have snagged a high paying job at an office for a meat packaging company in Pittsburg, California.
However, a late night on the town proved to be her doom; as she realized it was the alarm clock going off again after she had failed to wake up and turn it off.
"Shit." Lilliana jumped out of her nightwear and into her work clothes. A simple white shirt with pink flowers and a black skirt was enough to meet the building standards and she slipped her feet into her black flats. A few swipes at her wavy light brown hair with her brush and a quick spray of perfume was all she had time for. She grabbed her purse and ran to her car.
On on her way to work Lilliana lightly rubbed her knees together as she realized she never went pee. She placed her purse in her lap with her hand on it to subtly hold herself. She was almost 30 with a Masters degree and she would be damned if she was seen holding herself like a child.
She flipped on the radio in an attempt to distract herself but heard nothing but talk shows as it was the morning. She kept flipping and eventually reached the news.
"My name is Aaron Gregory with Coyote News, reporting live from Shanghai China were the Chinese military appears to be firebombing their own city. Reports earlier this month stated some sort of strand of rabies, nicknamed "Tentacle rabies" due to the grey octopus-like parasites seen on the skin of infected individuals had been running wild in the city. The President and several congress members have been calling for a ban on Chinese immigrants."
"Enough of that shit." Lilliana flicked the radio off. She had hearing stories of crazy octopus people for weeks and wasn't buying any of it. Her hand returned to the steering wheel, her bodily needs trying harder to gain her attention.
As she pulled into work she noticed her coworker James getting out of his car near the elevator from the parking garage. She pearled and attempted to scramble out before he closed the door.
"No.. no damnit!" James noticed her too late and the elevator shot up, meaning she would have to take the stairs. "Fuck you James." She muttered under her breath. She maintained somewhat of a love-hate relationship with James. Some days they would get along fine, while some they would bicker and argue the whole time. Sometimes she had considered viewing him in a romantic light but James had a girlfriend already.
Her mood deteriorated with every step up the staircase. She got to her floor five minutes late and ran to her cubicle. It was 9:05, meaning three hours until break time when she could finally relieve herself.
She he had been in the situation before when she had to not her lip and cross her legs due to a full bladder but it was never this full this early.
"Hey, Li!" It was James.
"Hello James." Lilliana was not enthusiastic to see him after his elevator stunt.
"You hear Mr. Reed is back from his China trip? He was telling everybody about it before. He said he saw soldiers everywhere before he had to come back." James' speech caught Lilliana's attention. Mr. Reed had assigned Lilliana papers to be filled out while he was gone but she had completely forgotten to do them.
"Damnit James why didn't you remind me he was coming back!"
"I'm not your babysitter. Besides I was spending time with my special lady this past weekend." He grabbed the picture from his desk and held it just over the cubicle wall between them.
"Whatever, help me come up with an excuse."
"Just say your sick, I mean you're already bombing for the bathroom already." James moved his hand down to his crotch.
"I don't think your special lady would be happy knowing her boyfriend likes to get a hard onwhen he coworker has to use the restroom." Lilliana's attack caused James to disappear back into his cubicle.
"Aaarrrggghhh gotta pee." Her hand almost reached her crotch but she stopped it at the last moment. She sent the opposite direction to go through her hair again, her lady parts begging for the hand to come back.
Her phone went off in her purse. She had forgotten to set it to silent which triggered the awkward moment of her coworkers looking at her from all directions. She put on a fake smile to ward them all away. She looked at her phone to see her younger sister had sent her a message.
"Chill tonight?" Her sister Andrea was 23 and still in college.
"You have schoolwork to do." Lilliana responded. She hated having to play mother but they never had parents for real. The two had gone from home to home but through hard work had managed to get grades and money for college.
"How is work?"
"Oh it's just great."
"Yikes someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Lilliana just put her phone down. She wasn't in the mood to listen to her sister, in fact she wasn't in the mood to listen to anyone.
"Miss White I need to speak with you." It was Mr. Reed.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She groaned to herself. She slowly stood up, every movement of her legs was agony. She made her way to her boss's office, ready to meet her fate.
"So, about those papers. You can forget em." Mr. Reed came out bluntly. "During my time in China I realized it wouldn't matter if those papers got delivered or not.
"Why not sir?" Lilliana was stunned.
"When I was in China I... I..." Mr. Reed stuttered for a few moments. "I got this." He lifted up his shirt to reveal a gray octopus looking creature attached to his chest below his left nipple. The creature was about as wide as a golf ball and had three tentacles tangling away from his body. Seeing the creature caused Lilliana to jump and lose a few drops of urine in her panties.
"Oh my g-what is that?" Lilliana de-aged ten years for a few seconds.
"I, didn't even realize i had it until it was too late. They stick to you and rapidly multiply. Eventually they start to build up larger and larger until they've feasted on everything they can. I... I..." He fell to the floor. Lilliana took a few steps back.
"Someone come help quick!" She screamed. A few people ran past her.
"Oh god, someone call an ambulance!" Someone screamed.
"Attention everyone, the building is being shut down for today. Please leave the premises in an orderly fashion." The intercom went up.
"No, no, no, no, no, no." Lilliana ran back to her desk and gathered her things. "C'mon, c'mon no!" She turned to see the bathroom being closed and locked. She lightly bounced in place. She ran to the elevator but no one was going in the orderly fashion they were supposed to. She attempted to get to it but a large cluster of people was trying to get through the door at once.
"Everyone the stairs are open!" A worker yelled but everyone but Lilliana seemed to not hear it. She ran to the stairs but her bladder protested. It was 19 floors to the parking garage and another 20-30 minutes home judging by traffic.
Every step was agony to Lilliana who was contemplating peeing in a corner of the stairwell but couldn't as someone was slightly behind her. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore and stopped for a rest. Her skirt dug into her bulging abdomen sending even more pulses through her body. Her knees buckled as she stood still, and after a few moments she felt her floodgates open. Quickly she placed a hand on her crotch despite her pride protesting.
As she stood she noticed the person about two flights behind slowing down. She could hear them breathing, almost as if they were snoring. Every step was heavier than the last.
"Hello?" She was confused by the person's odd breathing.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh." A noise that sounded like a mixture between a frog and a snake came out. Lilliana's heart rate skyrocketed. Her bladder pulses harder.
Lilliana gasped when the person came into view. Their face was covered in a version of the same parasite from Mr. Reed's face just four times larger. Smaller parasites were scattered across his body.
When the creature saw saw her it leaped down the flight of stairs at her. She threw herself to the ground to dodge it and sprayed pee into her underwear in the process. Lilliana took off down the stairs as the creature gave chase.
"Oh god oh god oh god." She repeatedly leaked as she ran, the creature grunting like a gorilla as it ran full speed at her. Realizing it was about to catch her, Lilliana quickly got to the first door she saw and tugged on it. It refused to open.
"Open! Holy shit open!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as the creature stood a flight above her. "Oh god please no!" She burst into tears as her life flashed before her eyes and her bladder unloaded. Pee rapidly overflowed her underwear and stained into her skirt. Rivers ran down her thighs and calves as the creature slowly approached her. She let out slight moans between sobs as warm yellow liquid began pooling below her feet. Her shoes filled to the brim around her feet. The creature took a step towards her and as she accepted her fate the door swung open and James appeared with a fire extinguisher!
"Get back you piece of shit!" She took the extinguisher and swung violently at the creature, causing it to scream in rage. "Run Lilliana run!" He yelled as the creature lunged back. Lilliana threw herself through the door and sprinted onto the 7th floor. She heard the door to the opposite staircase open and saw several more creature emerge and quickly sprinted into the nearest storage closest.
Lilliana quickly grabbed everything she could and barricaded the door. When she finished she leaned back against the wall and finished her pee. She spread her legs apart and let out a large moan as the rest of her bladder was emptied. She sunk down into a sitting position and started to cry from humiliation and from anxiety. It was fairly dark in the closet except the small outdated lightbulb dangling above her.
After a few minutes she quickly reached for her phone and called her sister.
"Hello?" Andrea answered in her usual tone.
"Andrea, I-I don't know if it's on the news or what but those tentacle things, they're real okay. Tentacle rabies is fucking real and they're taking over my building."
"Wh-what? Oh my gaw- hold on I'm coming to get you."
"No Andrea no! Alright I love you just stay away I'll just stay here and..." Lilliana fell into tears again.
"No! You're not dying on me I'm coming to get you!" Andrea hung up before Lilliana could persist. Lilliana was just left in her pool of pee slowly soaking even more into her panties and skirt, her face burrowing into her hands as she fell into tears again. |
If you're reading this, you've definitely seen the "Part One" part of the title. I'm gonna try to make sequels to this and build a full chronological story on here. How often I post it will be based on how much people enjoy it. Sorry if there's extra mistakes, I didn't have time to edit. Tell me what you think of it please! Enjoy
Dany and Evan
Dany awoke eagerly in the early hours of the morning. She silenced her alarm and leapt out of bed. She was excited for today. Her and her friend Evan had been planning it for a week. Dany was a tomboy; she liked getting dirty, playing sports, and most of all riding her four-wheeler. She often rode with Evan, and today they'd be riding all day.
She put on a pair of jeans and a shirt, (neglecting a bra and underwear), grabbed a breakfast biscuit and a water bottle, and ran out of the house. They met each other on the road and made their way into the trails.
Before they get to the trails, they need to make their way through a long stretch of land. This long stretch was home to many close calls with Dany. Despite her outward personality, she always had a strange aversion to peeing outside. No matter how badly she had to go, if she tried to find relief anywhere outside a normal bathroom it would be a waste of time. This often led to her careening down the stretch with a bursting bladder reaching the toilet in the nick of time.
As they rode, Dany found herself bouncing a bit on the vehicle. She came to the realization that she completely forgot to pee this morning. Her bladder was throbbing with the contents of a full night's worth of urine. She was fidgeting on the seat and, when Evan wasn't looking, gave herself a squeeze.
Dany really needed to pee. When they hit bumps, she could feel the liquid sloshing around inside her. She didn't want to make them go back home right away just so she can pee, they were supposed to be riding for hours! She decided to at least try to pee in the woods.
She shouted to Evan. "I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick over there, I'll be right back." He gave a thumbs-up. Dany hopped off the ATV and began walking into the trees, and Evan eyed her in secret. The jeans she wore outlined her cute butt, and when she faced him he could make out two nipples through her brown shirt. His heart beat faster. They were friends since they were babies, and he knew her well enough to know she had an aversion to bras (and underwear, when she can help it). He felt a little saddened when he thought about how she probably thinks of him like a brother.
In the trees, Dany looked back and could kind of make out the shape of her friend waiting on the quad in the distance. She began unbuttoning her jeans as she danced in place. A wave hit as she did this, and she hunched over. She was struggling with the jeans, but the urine was dying to get out. She switched between holding herself and pulling on her jeans button with her left hand. The wave began to fade by the time she got her pants open. Without hesitation, the poor girl pulled them down and squatted, but with the wave gone she squatted there in vain. All that came out of her was a small fart and a sigh. She pulled her pants up, still feeling the liquid inside her. She didn't realize how much her jeans dug into her bladder until she put them on, and it made the pulsing in her bladder even worse.
She made her way back to the four-wheelers. They didn't ride right away, instead they talked for a while. Dany shifted her feet, trying not to think about the contents of her bladder.
"You didn't pee, did you?" asked Evan, smirking.
"How did you know..." she said meekly, brushing her short brown hair out of her face. Evan just laughed, but he 's known her for long enough to recognize her telltale signs that she needed to pee. She kept her weight on one foot, messed with her hair a lot, and pulled on the button of her pants. He would have asked if she wanted to run back to the house and pee, but it kind of turned him on to see her need to pee.
They rode for a while after that, almost two hours. By then, Dany needed to pee bad. Her jeans dug hard into her bladder. She let Evan lead so she can squirm and hold herself in peace. Her bladder was ready to burst, the urine inside of her ready to come out.
The two came to a stop.
"I saw a new trail over there," said Evan, motioning back, "wanna check it out?"
"Sure," said Dany, leaning forward a bit.
"You lead," Evan told her. She rode into the new trail,
"When we get out of this trail, I need to pee!" she shouted.
"What?"
Dany looked back at Evan. "I said when we--" she was cut off when her ATV suddenly fell forward and went straight into a ditch. Evan cut off his engine behind her. "Are you alright?" he asked.
'Y-yeah..." She answered, shaking. Dany wasn't hurt, and the vehicle wasn't damaged, but the crash jolted her poor, overfilled bladder. She leaked a little bit into her jeans, making a golf-ball sized stain on the crotch.
"I don't have a rope, I'll go get one!" Evan turned around and sped away from her.
"Oh god..." Dany moaned. She had to pee so bad! She was squirming and fidgeting, cursing herself out for not using the toilet this morning. She looked at a bush, contemplating, but knew she wouldn't be able to find relief. A jolt of urgency washed over her. She was squirming so bad, holding and squeezing herself, moaning and complaining. She knew that soon, holding herself through her jeans wouldn't be enough. She struggled with the button for a few minutes, occasionally hunching over, and finally opened the jeans. With no underwear to move out of the way, she put her hand to her bare clit and rubbed. It helped the desperation she wouldn't be able to relieve.
She glanced at the bush again. "Evan?" she called, ensuring she was alone, then went over to the bush and squatted down. Again, nothing. Her dire need continued to press on, and even faded away. A bad throbbing was still felt, but it wasn't as bad. The sound of a distant engine made her suddenly stand and pull up her jeans. She looked down when she buttoned them and saw a huge pee bulge popping out of her belly. It made her feel desperate again. The engine continued to come closer, so she had no choice but to button up. It dug into the bulge, putting tons of pressure on her bladder and making her need worse. She went back to her ATV to help Evan attach the rope. Dany was shifting her weight and fidgeting as she helped him untangle it. A pang in her abdomen reminded her that it was an emergency, and she almost held herself, but stopped the motion halfway. She knew Evan noticed it. She really needed to pee.
"I have to pee," she said, nervously laughing and tying one end of the rope to her ATV. Evan hid his erection as best he could. Her saying it made it all the more appealing. He attached the rope to his and got on. "Put it in reverse and hit the gas when I tell you," he said.
Dany rolled her eyes. One of Evan's many traits was making sure you knew he knew how to do things. A sudden pang in her bladder made her lurch forward and rush over to the ATV to get it over with. Her bladder was ready to burst. She was fidgeting bad, holding herself and squirming obviously. She couldn't help it. If she could, she certainly wouldn't do it in front of someone. The throbs were getting worse. Her sphincter tightened and untightened, and she was sweating a ton. Evan hit the gas and so did she. The vehicle jolted, and Dany had extra pressure put on her bladder. It was painful now, and she had tears in her eyes.
"W-we ave to g-go back to the house right after this," she told Evan. He nodded and took lead through the narrow passage. He purposely went slow, knowing she couldn't pass him if she tried. He was so turned on he didn't even consider putting her out of her agony, only worsening it. He pretended to break for something and looked over the front, then kept going. He didn't turn around to see Dany so it wasn't obvious, but his imagination was running wild with what she might be doing. Dany had tears falling down her cheeks and one hand in her crotch. She was almost crying from the immense pain in her abdomen. Her dire need for a toilet still didn't overcome her shyness, which prevented her from telling Evan to hurry up. She was outgoing, but certain things made her embarrassed. When they reached the end of the trail, she wasted no time. Dany passed Evan and sped towards the house. A wave hit and she leaked, this time making a spot that went down to her butt. With no underwear to absorb anything, all of her leaks were bigger than they should be.
Her whole body was shaking with the need to pee. Her bladder was throbbing and her pussy was quivering under the immense pressure. When she finally made it to her house, she leapt off of the ATV, up the porch, through the door, and made it halfway down the hallway to the bathroom before another wave hit. This one was so bad it forced her to crouch down on one knee. This position made her jeans dig into her bladder even harder, causing a spurt, She was shaking and crying. This was the worst she'd ever needed to pee. She knew if she stayed like that, she would definitely wet herself eventually, so she took a chance. She got up quick and sprinted into the bathroom and made it to the toilet. She pulled on her jeans button, but it didn't open. She frantically struggled with it while jumping, dancing, crossing her legs, moaning, and even crying in extreme desperation. She was dripping with sweat and shaking. Suddenly, another spurt came. Then another, even bigger than the last. Finally, it happened. Her bladder burst into her pants, splashing onto the ground beneath her before she could even sit down on the toilet. She sat for nearly three minutes as she peed full force into her jeans in utter bliss and relief. When she finished, she looked down and almost cried in shame.
Dany cleaned herself and the floor up, threw the jeans into the garbage, and put on new ones (this time with panties). Then, she peed again for about thirty seconds, surprised she could even hold even more. A knock came at the door. Dany answered it to see Evan standing there.
"Hey, are we still riding today or what?" He looked down at Dany's pants. "Those are different... Did you...?"
She turned red in the face. "Y-yeah... We can still ride though. Let's just go."
Evan felt a pang of guilt for allowing this to happen, but more so felt even more attracted to Dany. He imagined her wetting herself while she was riding, or sitting on the toilet peeing through her jeans...
He was her friend, and didn't wan't to put her through something like that, but he had to see more. |
This story is very strongly inspired by an experience I had on a flight coming back home from holiday about a week ago. Just after I had sat down, a couple - we'll call them Helen and John as I don't know what their real names were - came and sat down in the row in front of me.
Helen was probably around 40 and looked even younger. She was tall and slim, with a nice perky bum and a large bust. She was dressed for the warm weather and wore a loose, coral coloured blouse and thin, slim fitting, white linen trousers that hugged her ample hips perfectly. At first, I didn't take all that much notice of her, but as the flight went on I was unable to pay attention to much else.
Here is the story as I imagine it from her perspective, hope you enjoy ?
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Helen sat down in the middle seat of row 29, her husband, John, to her left in the aisle seat. She had had a splitting headache since around 4 o'clock, and the late departure of the flight back to London Heathrow hadn't helped. There was a three and a half-hour flight ahead, and she wanted to get home.
"John, I've still got that headache, do you have any more painkillers I could take?" Helen groaned, rubbing her temple with two fingers.
"Yeah sure, but I don't have any water for you to take them with, we'll have to get a bottle after take-off" John replied.
Helen sighed, sat back, and waited while the rest of the passengers took to their seats. In contrast to the delayed departure, the plane taxied to the runway promptly and they were in the air before too long. The pilot turned the seatbelt warning light out, and the cabin crew were soon coming around with refreshments.
Helen bought a large, litre bottle of water, keen to rehydrate herself as well as take the painkillers, to stave off the headache until she got home. She knocked back the painkillers and began to drink the litre of water in fast little sips, as quickly as she could manage.
She chatted with John for a while about how the delay would affect their taxi ride home, and she hoped she wouldn't get to bed too late. By the time Helen had finished the bottle of water the painkillers were beginning to make her feel drowsy. About an hour into the flight, she fell fast asleep.
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Helen awoke two hours later to John nudging her on the arm, "Helen, wake up, you won't sleep tonight if you sleep through the whole flight" he joked. Helen came slowly round and soon realised that she'd made a mistake with the bottle of water two hours earlier.
"Ooh god, how long till we land? I really need the loo" she whispered.
"Well, we've been in the air for about 3 hours, so I'd guess we have at least another half an hour" John estimated.
"God, really? I hate plane loos, but there's no way I can wait that long. Why did you let me drink all that water?" She laughed, through gritted teeth.
Reluctantly, Helen stood up and walked to the back of the plane. Unfortunately, as it was towards the end of the flight, there was a small queue for the toilet, with three women in front of Helen, presumably in a similar, if not quite so serious situation. As she had stood up, Helen had begun to realise the magnitude of her predicament. She had had a litre of water two hours ago, and had been drinking steadily prior to the flight, to reduce the severity of her headache. She hadn't been to the loo in almost four hours and had drunk probably two litres or more since then. Her bladder really was very full indeed.
Helen didn't want anybody else to be aware of her situation, but being as full as she was, she couldn't help but step very slowly from foot to foot whilst bending slightly at the waist.
One woman exited the toilet and another entered. Five minutes went by and Helen was beginning to get worried. Her situation was getting worse, and despite her embarrassment, she couldn't help but firmly cross her legs and place a hand gently between her thighs. "God" she thought "Hurry up!"
Another woman exited the toilet and another entered. Crossing her legs and holding herself was helping Helen to control her urge to pee. Another five minutes passed. Now there was only one lady between her and the relief she so desperately needed. Despite her struggle, she thought she was going to make it.
*BING*
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will soon be landing at London Heathrow airport. For your safety and comfort, please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts until the Fasten Seat Belt sign is switched off. We hope you have had a pleasant flight and hope to see you again soon."
"Oh fuck, no!" Helen thought. She toyed with the idea of remaining in the queue, as it was only her and one other woman, and by now she was getting very worried about her chances of making it if she did not release the torrent of pee inside her very soon. Just then a hostess appeared from the galley kitchen at the back of the plane, and dashed those hopes entirely. "My apologies ladies, but may I ask you both to return to your seats and fasten your seat belts as we will soon be landing".
Helen groaned, turned, and walked back to her seat.
"Relieved?" said John.
"No, there was a queue, so I didn't get to go. I'm not sure I'm going to make it John, I'm absolutely bursting for the loo" came Helen's strained reply.
"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be on the ground soon" he reassured her.
"I hope so" she said, not putting too much faith in his words.
As Helen sat down, the last woman who had gone into the toilet walked past and sat down in her seat, a few rows in front of Helen and John. Helen eyed her relaxed gait with considerable envy, and felt a pulse from her bladder as the plane hit turbulence and jolted. She did not have long.
She fastened her seatbelt and settled into her seat as best she could. The plane turned down and to the left, descending slowly in a wide loop over outer South West London.
Ten minutes later Helen was practically crawling up the wall in desperation. She had her legs tightly crossed, with both hands pressed firmly between her thighs. She was trying with all her might to contain the litres of pee that her bladder alone was struggling to contain. Meanwhile the plane had made little progress towards the ground. This time of the week the airport was very busy, with holidaymakers returning home, ready for the working week ahead.
Another five minutes went by and by now Helen was softly pumping her leg up and down and shifting around in her seat noticeably, trying anything she could to control herself. She was now past caring what anyone else thought, even though the person in the window seat to right of her must now clearly be able to see what her predicament was, and quite how serious it had gotten.
The plane continued its slow descent, and after another ten minutes or so they were approaching the runway. As they touched down, Helen's seatbelt dug into her bladder, and the vibrations from the runway caused Helen to gasp suddenly, as a small spurt of pee escaped into her knickers.
This was especially bad news for Helen because today she had worn a very thin pair of knickers that would not absorb any further accidents. On top of this, the white linen trousers that had served her so well in the Mediterranean heat would clearly show up even the tiniest of leaks. She needed to get to a toilet and she needed to get to one now.
The journey from runway to gate was mercifully short, and the seat belt warning signs were soon turned off. As the plane pulled up to the gate, John stood up and passed Helen her bag from the overhead locker, before retrieving his own.
"Not long now" he said reassuringly, as she sat silently in concentration.
"God, I hope so" came Helen's whispered reply.
Five or so minutes passed as the executive and business class passengers disembarked through the only exit at the front of the plane. Helen remained seated, keen for as few people as possible to see how desperate to pee she was. She had put on enough of a show earlier in the queue.
Finally, the rest of the passengers could disembark, but progress was torturously slow. Many passengers were still retrieving bags, and seemingly in no rush, much to Helen's dismay. She eventually entered the aisle, allowing John to go first. She tried manfully to walk normally, but by now she had been holding upwards of two litres of pee for nearly five hours. She was bent slightly at the waist and couldn't help but hold herself between her legs as she walked.
They exited the plane and began the long walk to passport control. Helen tried to walk purposefully towards the relief she so craved, but each step jogged her tired bladder so terribly that she was forced to make slow progress. A fellow passenger brushed past her to get ahead onto the travellator, and the jolt caused Helen to bend double in an effort to contain another spurt. She was going to wet herself any minute.
She hobbled off the end of the travellator and around a corner, there it was. The relief Helen had been in dire need of for over an hour now. The toilet was just the other side of the electronic passport control gates.
Helen followed John to the nearest gate where they joined the back of a short queue. She was still bent over, hand firmly between her legs. She wiggled her firm bottom around and pee danced for all she was worth, giving the people in the queue behind her quite the show. At one point her posture, her bouncing and her loose-fitting top combined to give the security guard the other side of the gate an eyeful of her ample breasts. But she didn't care, she was so very close; both to relief, and to wetting herself.
The queue dwindled gradually as people passed through the electronic passport gate. Many people seemed unfamiliar with the relatively new - fangled system, and seemed to dither a lot as a result. This was utter torture for poor Helen’s bladder which felt as if it was about to burst any moment. Helen shook constantly with the effort to hold back the tide. "Fuck, I hope I can make it" she stammered under her breath.
Soon, it was John's turn to pass through the gate. He fumbled getting his passport out of his pocket, but soon placed it on the reader and after a short thinking time the system let him through the first part of the gate. The second part of the gate required him to stand still and straight upright as the camera analysed his facial features. After another few seconds, the camera recognised his face and let him through. He put his case down just outside the toilet and hurried in.
Helen had her passport ready, and having let the machine scan it, was quickly through to the second part of the system. She was still bent over slightly and despite her best efforts, could not quite stand still long enough for the camera to recognise her face.
"Madam, please stand still and upright so the camera can correctly analyse your facial features" came the call of the airport staff member behind her. "Please step back through the gate, place your passport on the machine and try again. If the camera can't read your face you'll have to join the manual check queue."
Helen turned to look at the queue that she would have to join. It was by now at least a hundred people long, and seemed to not be moving at all. Her bladder pulsed suddenly, more strongly this time, and it took all Helen's strength not to wet herself completely on the spot.
"Imagine!" she thought. "A grown woman like me peeing myself in front of all these people. No, it can't happen."
She steeled herself for what would almost certainly be her last chance at getting to the toilet in time. She placed her passport on the reader and after a long few seconds the first gate open. She stepped through and her bladder pulsed hard again. She whimpered and shoved a hand firmly into her crotch as this time a strong spurt escaped. Helen was sure it was serious enough to have been visible through her paper-thin linen trousers.
"God" she thought, "this is mortifying, I'm so close!"
By now the passengers behind her in the queue had begun to take notice of her obvious predicament. She could hear them laughing at her as she wiggled around desperately in front of them, her white linen trousers doing nothing to disguise the small wet spot now slowly spreading from her crotch.
She winced and began to straighten up. She left one hand in her crotch and summoned up all her willpower to stop wiggling desperately. She turned slightly to face the camera and relaxed her face as much as she could. The camera 'thought' for what seemed like an eternity, but just as Helen was about to lose control for what would surely have been the final time, a green tick appeared on the screen in front of her and the second gate opened.
Helen couldn't believe it, she hobbled as fast as she could manage through the gate and towards the toilets that were no more than 10 metres away. She walked with one hand in her crotch and was permanently bent double trying to hold on for a few more precious seconds.
Another small spurt escaped, and soaked her knickers. Helen could feel the pee beginning to run down her trouser legs. She flung her bag down next to John's and hurried into the ladies.
Her heart sank as she rounded the corner and saw a queue of four other women.
"Please no, I can't manage this!" She thought. "Not having come this far!"
Just then a cubicle opened.
"Please, can I go first? I'm about to wet myself!" Helen begged the lady at the front of the queue. Seeing Helen's obvious predicament, the woman agreed and Helen hobbled into the cubicle.
She slammed the cubicle door and fumbled with the lock. She tore her trousers down. She didn't have time to take her knickers down because as soon as she bent to remove her trousers her bladder exploded with tremendous force. The torrent of pee shot out of Helen as she sat down on the toilet with a bump and let out a loud, protracted moan of relief that would have been audible to all the other ladies in the toilet.
After what must have been a couple of minutes her stream eventually slowed and stopped. She cleaned herself up and inspected the damage to her knickers and trousers. Her knickers were totally soaked - partly from the leaks over the last hour, but mostly from the torrent that she had let loose over the last couple of minutes. She disposed of them in the bin.
Her trousers too were in a bad state. The crotch was now almost completely see through, and a translucent patch ran all the way up her bottom almost to the waistband. The inner thighs of her trousers were also streaked with pee. She dried them off as best she could and pulled them up around her broad hips. The still damp material felt awfully cold against her skin, but she had no alternative.
She cleaned the floor around the toilet from where she had lost control, took a deep breath and left the cubicle. She washed her hands, made sure her hair was OK in the mirror and returned outside the toilets to a waiting John.
"Everything ok?" he inquired innocently.
"Just about!" laughed Helen. "But don't you ever let me fall asleep on a plane again!"
*****
The remainder of Helen and John’s journey home by taxi passed relatively uneventfully, but by the time the taxi pulled up to their house, Helen was squirming in her seat once more. She hurried inside, rushed upstairs to the bathroom, and released another torrent from her exhausted bladder.
Helen thanked her lucky stars that she had not wet herself, as she had so nearly done multiple times that day. She also vowed to watch her fluid intake whenever she travelled long – distance in future, as she didn’t fancy her chances of success if she ever had to face such an ordeal again.
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Dany sat in the passenger seat of Evan's brand new car. He was so excited, he couldn't shut up about it. Dany smiled and nodded, but had her mind on other things, like how uncomfortable the ugly shirt she was wearing was, or how her ugly skirt was too short. She had to borrow clothes from her sister when she forgot to do her laundry, and now she's going to her first high school party dressed as a cheerleader.
Dany shifted her legs. She needed to pee really badly. She was fanning her legs as discreetly as she could. For some reason, Evan wouldn't stop at a gas station when she asked, just saying there was a bathroom at the party. It wasn't like him to be so impatient, but she shrugged it off as excitement.
He was driving slowly for someone who just got a new car. Maybe he was scared to damage it? Dany crossed her legs, but then quickly uncrossed them when her skirt fell and revealed the side of her butt. She pulled down on the skirt and held herself for a second. She needed a toilet soon.
Evan parked on the side of the street. Dany got out of the car immediately and danced in place waiting for him.
"Evan, what are you doing? Hurry up!"
"I'm trying to find my phone, I'll be right there."
"I'm not going in by myself, I don't know anyone here! I've never met Adam, these are your friends." And plus, I still need to pee really bad, she thought.
Evan finally got out of the car and they made their way to the house. He wanted to take advantage of Dany's bladder, and hopefully see her desperate again tonight. They entered the house.
"Okay, where's the bathroom here, cuz I really have to---"
"David!" Evan cut her off. Definitely not yet, he thought. "Come here, this is my best friend Dany."
A boy taller than Evan with a shaved head and tan skin approached. "Hey, what's up? I'm David."
"Hey," Dany said, feigning a smile.
"Come over here, everyone cool is at the coffee table." He sat her down next to a blond girl with winged eyeliner. Dany was offered a shot glass of a dark, red liquid. She took it. "This is alcohol?" she asked. The girl nodded.
Dany got nervous, but it was a party after all. She downed the glass, then had a coughing fit.
"Oh my god, it's her first time!" the blond girl laughed, "we HAVE to get her drunk!"
"No no, I'm fine, that was enough, really."
"Here, have this one!" someone else said, and handed her a shot glass half filled with a pale yellow liquid. It tasted awful. Evan stood and watched, laughing with everyone else. He saw David glance under her skirt when she drank something else and burned with anger. He turned and left.
He met with his friend Kyle.
"I'm about to leave," he said, "I met this girl and we were about to go upstairs but Adam won't let anyone up there. I'm waiting for her to use the bathroom so we can leave."
Evan thought about Dany not being able to get into the bathroom. "You can just use the bathroom for privacy, dude," said Evan, "go wait in line with her." Kyle smiled, said 'good idea,' and left.
Twenty minutes passed and Dany was a drunk and dizzy.
"Hey, where's Evan?" she asked, "I'm gonna go find Evan." When she stood, she almost fell. She went around the house looking for him. A throbbing in her bladder reminded her that she needed to pee. She asked someone where the restroom was and she was pointed down the hallway. There was a line five people long, so she went outside and checked for Evan in the backyard, but it was dark and empty. A sudden pang of desperation hit in her bladder. She danced around and held herself for a minute not knowing what to do. She went back inside the house and asked around if there was a second bathroom.
"Yeah, upstairs, but you can't go up there," they told her, "Adam said."
The pain in Dany's bladder was pulsating. Everything she drank caught up with her quick. She went to the bathroom line, but there were three more people! She danced in place, pulled on the front of her skirt, and occasionally gave herself a squeeze as discreetly as she could. She really had to go. Two more people went in the line behind her.
Evan, who was getting a snack from the kitchen, noticed her there. He got excited. A bathroom line? Perfect!
A bad wave Dany hit and she almost had to double over. Not knowing what to do, she left the line and went into the backyard again for privacy. Evan went into an empty room and watched her from the window. She slipped her hand into her panties and rubbed her clit, trying to think of what she could do. She stumbled a bit when she tried crossing her legs. She was too drunk for any sort of balancing.
Suddenly, her need got WAY worse. She spurted into her underwear. Dany bent her legs, rubbed her clit, and groaned to herself. She wished the bathroom was empty so she could relieve her dire need. Her bladder was ready to burst.
"Ohhhhhh god... Ohhh my godd I need to peee..." She felt it almost come out. She doubled over and bent her legs, but she lost balance and fell on her butt. Right there, her bladder emptied into her underwear, and pee hissed out of her into the grass. Evan's eyes widened as he watched her bladder void and spill out. The last bit of liquid spurted out of her.
She didn't know what to do. There was no way she could stay in this underwear, though. She skinned them off and hid them in the bushes. She was now going commando in a skirt. She pulled on the back of it, embarrassed, and went back in the house.
Evan made sure no one saw him when he slipped into the backyard.
"Dany!" the blond girl from the couch called, "where did you go? Come here! We got fireball!" She didn't know what that was, but she went with it. She was handed another shot, then another, then another. The room was spinning. She felt a draft in her private area, and she locked her legs back together. Did anyone see me? she thought to herself. Dany's bladder suddenly made it's presence again. She excused herself and managed to sneak upstairs. She stumbled down the hall and found the bathroom, where she threw up into the toilet. She was thankful for her short hair.
She had to pee bad, but nausea prevented her from getting up. She dug her heel into her crotch and closed her eyes.
Downstairs, Evan came back in the house. He went to the couch where she was sitting.
"Do you guys know where Dany went?" he asked them.
"She's looking for you upstairs, I think," said David.
Dany was currently leaned over the toilet. She really needed to pee, though. She tried to stand, but fell over to the side. Her bladder ached intensely, and her stomach boiled with nausea. She hated how she felt right now. The room began to go black and she felt pee begin to spurt out of her as she fell asleep.
Evan looked around fro Dany upstairs. He opened all of the doors until he reached the bathroom, where he found her passed out in a puddle of pee. He felt too guilty to be aroused now. He picked her up to take her home, but put her down immediately when her skirt fell up and revealed everything to him. He picked her up again, but just brought her to a bedroom. He pulled the blanket up over her, then fell asleep in a chair in the corner of the room.
...
Evan was woken up by Dany groaning.
"Owwwww... my head... Evan? Where am I?"
"We're still at Adam's. You got drunk and fell asleep." Dany sat up and faced Evan, who turned bright red when he saw all of her again. She got up and went to empty her bladder again, but stopped at the bathroom door.
"Uhhhh... Evan?"
"Yeah?"
"Where's my underwear?"
There was a silent pause. "I have no idea." |
Chapter 1: Introducing…
The front doors of the MacArthur Academy burst open as the final bell rang out the end of the school day. Students flooded the front of the school on their way to their after school activities, home, or just hanging out. Amongst the crowd, two girls pushed through the doors and descended the wide stairway that separated the main building from the spacious parking lot. One of them chattered excitedly, a wide grin on her face.
“I can’t believe you actually convinced your dad to take us!” Rachel practically bounced down the steps. By us she meant herself and Michelle, the person whose father was in question. The two of them would be going into the city to attend the annual gaming convention. Rachel’s parents had dictated that they could only make the trip to the city under the supervision of an adult, but neither of them could be torn away from their work to look after them.
“He had to be there anyway,” admitted Michelle. Her teal eyes traversed the parking lot looking for him. A sudden gust of wind brought about by the recently warm weather caused her ash blonde hair to cover her face so she stopped to comb it clear again. The increase in temperature also saw a change in wardrobe. Rachel ditched her usual grey hat and coat for a red blouse with a high neckline, light blue jeans, and white vans. Michelle herself wore a Tyrian purple pleated dress, an unzipped fashionable jacket of black leather even though everyone else had already ditched their winter clothing, and pink tennis shoes.
Despite having quite long straight brown hair of her own, Rachel didn’t share Michelle’s plight. “Why does your father have to be at a game convention?” she asked curiously. “Didn’t he have to take time off from work? … Michelle?” She stopped and turned when she realized Michelle was no longer next to her.
Michelle finally got the last strands of hair off her face. “Well, oh! There he is.” She joined Rachel and the two of them went to the edge of the sidewalk.
Quite a few of the people were pointing at and talking about a man walking across the staff parking lot. The man was slightly shorter than average wearing a ‘How Aetherworks Marvelous!’ t-shirt. He was clearly of Asian descent with perfectly combed spiky jet black hair, warm brown eyes, and a pleasant smile.
“OH MY GOD THAT’S OLIVER CASTLE,” said Rachel in one breath. Oliver Castle was, to put it simply, famous. He first got his start in ESports as a professional Milestone player when the industry switched over from mobas to the now much more popular mmorpgs. One of the original players, his character Spear of the West Wind was the backbone of his world renowned team until he retired due to wrist problems.
But retirement from playing didn’t stop him from earning a living off of video games. He was immediately picked up by EMC, the company that organized and ran the largest and most popular tournaments as a commentator. With his quick wit and seemingly endless game knowledge, he quickly became the most popular with frequent guest appearances on many talk shows and streams. Sometimes they tried to pry into his personal life, but he would always respond by deflecting and adding a funny anecdote from his childhood.
As a player of Milestone, there was no way Rachel wouldn’t know who Oliver was. Many fans roamed the game modeling their characters and their builds off of his original. At least until the game shut down a couple months ago under fishy circumstances. No one was entirely sure why. With nothing to fill the vacuum, the ESports industry appeared to be in chaos until Aperture Science made an announcement that shocked the entire world.
What Aperture Science announced was the creation of Spire VR. Based on the once popular mmorpg that preceded Milestone as the king of the industry, this game would allow players to be the character. While not a true video game company per se, Aperture Science was the lead of a large group of companies including Microsoft and Cryptic Studios that would be co-developing the game. Other industries threw their support in as well, offering incentives to players who performed certain tasks in the game. With all of this backing, Spire VR was sure not to just be the next big game, but the next global phenomenon. Players who never played mmorpgs before suddenly found interest in the genre and those who had rejoiced.
Oliver walked towards them and Rachel stepped aside so that he could pass, but Michelle didn’t move an inch. “What are you doing?” hissed Rachel who stared, shocked. Michelle was one of the nicest people she knew, why would she be deliberately blocking such an important person?
“Hey Dad!” said Michelle.
Oliver beamed. “’Sup. You ready?” He turned towards the brown haired girl standing near them eyes boggling as she looked in turn from the Asian man to the Caucasian girl. “You must be Michelle’s friend! Rachel, right?”
“Uh… yes. Sir.”
Oliver chuckled. “Just call me Uncle Ollie. That’s what my nephews call me when we go visit them. Or Oliver works too. Whatever you feel like.”
A/N:
The “MacArthur” in “MacArthur Academy” is a reference to WWII general Douglas MacArthur.
‘How Aetherworks Marvelous!’ is a reference to the Magic: The Gathering card Aetherworks Marvel which was recently banned. The card can cast one of the top 6 cards of the library without paying its mana cost leading to potentially fantastic or utterly useless results. Its a roll of the dice.
The switching over from mobas to mmos references the popularity of mobas like League of Legends and DOTA in the current ESports industry.
Aperture Science is the research company featured in the “Portal” game series.
Microsoft is mentioned here for their famous flight simulator consumer software. Cryptic Studios is a famous mmo game studio that made Neverwinter. It is owned by Perfect World. |
Chapter 2: I Forgot
“You never told me your dad was Oliver Castle!” demanded Rachel as they followed him into the parking lot.
“Would you have believed me if I did?”
Rachel looked at Michelle as a mixture of expressions crossed her face. “No,” she finally admitted. “How can he be your dad anyway?”
“I adopted her,” said Oliver simply. “Here we are.” They arrived at a plain looking four door sedan. “Do you girls want to put your bags in the trunk?”
“Nah, I have stuff I want for the drive,” replied Michelle.
“Me too.”
“Suit yourselves.” He held the car door open for them before climbing in behind the driver’s seat.
They smoothly pulled on the interstate, and that’s when both girls realized something that they had forgotten back at school. Michelle sighed inwardly at leaving her favorite eraser in her desk. She pulled a different one out of her bag and began editing her sketch of the surrounding landscape. It wasn’t very good, but it wasn’t too bad either. She wasn’t going to be showing it off to anyone so it didn’t particularly matter she wasn’t a good artist.
“Um, Oliver?” Rachel interrupted their current discussion coming up with outrageous and hilarious conspiracy theories about why Milestone closed to address Michelle’s father.
“Need some tinfoil?” Oliver asked jokingly. “Yea, what’s up?”
“How long will it be until we get there?”
“Probably a little over an hour?”
Rachel shifted in her seat. “Can we stop somewhere soon?”
“There’s nothing until we get to the city.”
“Really?” Rachel crossed her legs tightly as she leaned back in her seat. She had assumed that would probably be some turn off, maybe a car park or a diner that they could stop at. Maybe there is one and he just forgot about it. “Well can you please stop if you see a restroom?”
“You didn’t go before we left?” asked Michelle.
Rachel sighed, mentally berating herself. “I was so excited I wasn’t thinking about it and didn’t notice. I mean come on! They’re handing out helmets there and the game opens tomorrow. If I ordered a helmet, it wouldn’t arrive until two weeks from now.”
“Speaking of which, you have your proof of purchase right?”
“Right here.” Rachel fished a wrinkled printout from her bag. She put it back and rocked slowly in her seat, taking slow breaths as she peered out the window hunting for a rest stop.
“So what class do you plan on choosing when you make your character?” asked Michelle, trying to distract Rachel.
“I don’t know,” Rachel replied, gladly accepting the distraction. “I haven’t seen the trailers for all the classes yet. What about you?”
“I’m going to try the custom build option.”
And so they went on discussing the strengths and weaknesses of the classes. Every class had two options. Selecting beginner auto selected and leveled skills meaning that the user could focus entirely on playing without worrying about performing skill maintenance on level ups. Traditional on the other hand required the user to choose and level their own skills. Custom build allowed players to select and level almost any skill, but they wouldn’t get any class bonuses.
It worked, sort of. It took the intensity off of her urge. But as time wore on only grassy rolling fields accompanied them. Rachel ran a hand through her hair as she checked the time on her phone. Three thirty. They still weren’t even halfway there yet. Pulling the hem of her blouse down she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans which cut into her stomach. She got some relief, but the rate at which her condition worsened worried her greatly.
“You doing alright?” asked Michelle inquiring after Rachel’s lack of conversation.
“I’m fine, really,” replied the latter. She gave a bright smile which quickly turned into a grimace as she leaned forwards gasping. “Okay,” she whispered to Michelle, “I really need to pee.” Rachel squeaked as she felt herself start to lose control and a little bit leaked into her underwear shortly followed by a little bit more. Fortunately, she managed to regain full control before any visible damage was done.
Michelle tapped on her father’s shoulder and leaned forwards to whisper in his ear. She knew that despite Rachel’s bubbly and excitable personality, she was very shy about speaking about personal matters. She hadn’t directly spoken about her need to use the restroom, but started by asking about the time until she could get to one and only mentioned it when it was necessary to explain herself.
“Pull over to the shoulder when you can. I don’t think she’s going to last much longer.”
Not questioning his daughter’s advice, Oliver pulled onto the shoulder and got out. Walking around the side facing away from the freeway, he opened the backseat door to find a very red-faced Rachel avoiding looking up at him. Her body was twisted away, facing the inside of the car. “This is how this is going to work,” shouted Oliver over the noise of other cars passing. “I’m going to leave the door open and I’m going to have a smoke so that no one will see you using the restroom.”
“But you don’t smoke?” asked Michelle.
“Pass me a straw from the center armrest.”
Michelle popped open the armrest and found a pack of drinking straws from the last time they went to go visit her aunt. Pulling one out, she handed it to her father who ripped it be the right length to be a cigarette and threw the rest away. He then stuck it in his mouth like he was smoking and stepped aside to leave the doorway open, leaning casually against the side of the car.
“Now’s your chance. I promise I won’t look. Michelle can help you.”
Rachel placed a hand between her legs to help maintain control as she swung them out of the car. She tried to stand and would have fallen backwards if Michelle hadn’t grabbed her to steady her. Nervously, she glanced up towards Oliver, but he had a newspaper open, a large part of the page hanging down conveniently. If she wasn’t about to flood her jeans, Rachel would have found this image of a man smoking a drinking straw holding a newspaper he obviously wasn’t reading hilarious. His eyes were fixed in the distance, apparently staring at something faraway.
“Screw it, I don’t have the time to worry,” thought Rachel. Yanking her already unbuttoned jeans down to her ankles, she sat down on the edge of the car door and finally got the relief she had been waiting for.
“Done?” asked Oliver as Rachel’s stream finally tapered off.
“Um…” Rachel was surprised when Michelle passed her a wad of Kleenex.
“It’s from a new pack.”
Rachel hurriedly wiped herself and then dropped the wad on the ground. She pulled her underwear back up cringing at the feeling of wet cloth against her skin followed by her jeans. “Now I’m done.” She glanced at Oliver who to her surprise was still staring at the same point in the distance. His reverie broke and he dropped the straw, even making sure to stomp on it before rolling up the newspaper.
“Let’s get going then, shall we?” |
Chapter 3: The Convention
The convention was held in the same place every year, the sprawling Xander Place. Oliver of course had access to the VIP parking and slotted the ordinary looking sedan in among the various sports cars and luxury automobiles already there.
Michelle hopped out of the car and marveled at the sheer size of the building.
“Wow, that is huge,” exclaimed Rachel. The two of them started to walk away when Oliver called. “Wait a moment girls.” They turned and watched as Oliver opened the passenger side door and started grabbing things from the seat putting them on.
“What are doing ?”
“Putting on my armor.”
“Your what?” Soon Oliver was dressed in cobalt heavy armor with silver trim. He slung a spear with a cobalt shaft and silver head over his back before stretching widely, eliciting the sound of grinding foam. The armor gleamed in the sunlight, he probably used some kind of metallic paint.
“That looks awesome!” cried Rachel. Michelle gave him a thumbs up.
Oliver grinned widely. “I’m not sure why they want me to cosplay my character, but I’m all for it. Just wearing this makes me feel cool. Come now. I’ll give you the guided tour.”
He showed them all over the convention hall, but they didn’t stop anywhere. Not because they weren’t interested, but because Oliver was in a hurry. Just before seven, they arrived at the largest auditorium. Ignoring the large queue to get in, Oliver led them straight over to a gentleman in a crisp suit and tie.
“Evening Williams.”
The man was taller that Oliver and, without the armor, more broad. He adjusted his pair of rectangular spectacles as he turned his attention to Michelle who gave smile and a nod and to Rachel who waved vigorously. “These the two you asked me to reserve seats for?”“Aye.”
“Follow me.” The inside of the auditorium was filled with rows upon rows of seats. A temporary raised stage in the center held a young woman sitting at a computer and a tower of other electronic hardware. Williams led the three attendees to three free seats in the front row right next to the stage. “These are yours.”
“Much appreciatedt,” said Oliver taking a seat.
“Don’t forget, you owe me a match.”
“Mario Kart was it? Double Dash edition?”
“Yes.”
“Send me a message later so we can arrange a time.”
“Of course. I’ll beat you this time.”
Oliver merely chuckled and they bumped fists before Williams made his way back to supervising the seating process.
“He from that gaming group you go to on Sundays?” asked Michelle.
“Yup.” Oliver laid a hand on Michelle’s head and messed up her hair. “You should try it some time.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.” Michelle leaned her head back and fixed her hair again. “I’d have to give up Sunday morning yoga with Rachel.”
“Don’t you do yoga every morning?”“No, I do Tai Qi every morning.”
At that moment the lights in the room went out. Floodlights turned on one at a time, illuminating the stage.
“Welcome everyone.” A deep male voice echoed in the space, drowning out the conversation. “Welcome. There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. This is the dimension which Aperture Science has harnessed.”
Giant monitors hanging from the ceiling sprang to life. Upon them a man in a suit of gleaming armor charged through a lonely rocky valley towards a towering dragon.
“This may be just a trailer, but tomorrow this could be your reality. You could be the one wearing that armor and swinging that sword. Tomorrow. Today, however, we have a surprise for you. Another sneak peek of what is coming. Today I present to you as he joins Kate on stage, the one, the only, the legendary, Spear of the West Wind!”
A spotlight fell on Oliver as he stood up to rousing applause. He raised a gauntleted hand in appreciation and the crowd roared with approval. Mounted the stage, he stood across the desk from the woman who returned a brief smile before focusing on her screen again.
“What’s going on?” asked Rachel.
“No idea,” replied Michelle.
“Oliver, if you would. Perform a basic attack action.”
“What like this?” Oliver assumed a ready stance. The blade of the spear cut upwards arcing around the back of his as he followed up by lashing out with the butt of the spear. The blade cut downwards the other way and he finished with a forward thrust effortlessly completing his character’s attack chain to rousing applause.
“Daaaammn,” Rachel whistled. “So fast!”
“Meh, that’s nothing,” replied Michelle.
“Woah,” said the voice in the mic quietly. And then more loudly. “Well now that we’ve seen it in real life, how about we see it in game?”
The crowd roared with approval. A chair was brought up and Oliver sat down, placing his spear on the ground. Kate approached him with what looked to be a skateboarding helmet with a welder’s face shield on top. She strapped the helmet on and lowered the face plate.
Immediately the view on the monitors swapped. Some showed a first person view of a grassy field with some trees in the distance and slight breeze rustling the grass. Others showed various third person shots of an exact replica of Oliver as he looked in real life standing upon the grassy field.
Oliver stretched, metal clanking. Reaching back he pulled out his spear and flourished it.
“How does it feel?” asked the announcer.
“It feels fantastic. How marvelous!” Oliver swept the spear in a wide arc with a satisfying swishing sound. He took a step forward and immediately face planted. Spitting grass out of his mouth and laughing loudly, he rolled over. “And how realistic! The physics are incredible.” With a grunt he leaped to his feet.
“Since you seem to be adjusting alright, how about you try this on for size?”
With a flash of white light, a boar materialized in front of Oliver and immediately charged. Catching him in the midriff, it knocked him back. Oliver skidded, but remained on his feet. “That probably would have hurt a lot more in reality.”
“That would have broken several ribs,” confirmed Kate.
“Well then I’m glad this game isn’t that realistic.” He sunk it half crouch and drew the spear back, aiming it squarely between the boar’s eyes. Leaping forwards, he thrust the spear up to the length his arm into the boar and withdrew it. The boar squealed, rearing back on its hind legs. It crashed forwards but Oliver knocked it aside with the spear and followed up with another stab.
“Say ‘Piercing Strike’.”
“Piercing Strike.” Oliver’s body immediately assumed a ready stance as the spear tip began to glow grey. The spear once again plunged into the boar. This time, a beam of light shot straight through the boar which collapsed to the ground and dissolved into a point of light.
“There you have it,” concluded the announcer as the demonstration ended and Oliver removed the helmet. “As promised we will now be distributing helmets, first come first serve. Don’t forget to have your proof of purchase ready. And a big hand for Oliver Castle!”
Oliver waved in recognition of the crowds applause. He rejoined Michelle and Rachel, the latter hurriedly pulling out her receipt. The three of them approached the nearest of the many helpers who suddenly appeared with crates of helmets.
Michelle and Rachel wished they could have stayed longer to see more of the attractions, but their curfews were approaching and they needed to be well rested for tomorrow’s grand opening.
A/N:
Oliver’s in costume description was meant to be a faithful recreation of the “Warring Kingdoms Xin Zhao” skin from League of Legends.
Spear of the West Wind is supposed to be a reference to one of my favorite items in League of Legends. Before it was removed, Zephyr used to grand attack damage, attack speed, move speed, and tenacity. The ‘Spear of’ part is a reference to the fact he uses a spear,
The beginning of the announcer’s welcome speech is taken directly from The Twilight Zone.
The description of Spear of the West Winds attack chain is actually the combo I like to open with when fighting using a spear in real life. |
Chapter 4: Setup
Michelle woke up early the next morning , but a little later than usual. She was an early riser, always had been. Sitting up, she threw aside the covers to reveal a comfy tank top and shorts. She stood up and stretched as she confirmed her schedule in her head. First, Tai Chi. Second, shower. Third, breakfast. Fourth, do some research. Fifth, start the game! Satisfied, Michelle stood in the middle of her room and drew a deep breath. Actually, first use the toilet. Michelle hurried towards the bathroom.
She was still in the middle of picking out what to wear, wrapped in a large towel after her shower, when her cell phone rang. Perplexed, she hurried over to her bedside table and checked the caller id. Caleb Sherer.
Caleb? Michelle frowned momentarily in surprise. She hadn’t spoken with Caleb once in over a year. The two of them had exchanged contact information when paired together for a science project only for the teacher to realize she made a mistake and change all the pairings.
But why would he be calling her now? They spoke a few times when they happened to be in the same conversation, but never directly one on one and never over the phone. The only things she knew about him was that he was good at trading card games as he would occasionally reference his success in that area. He was a little taller than her and built like a stick. A very fit stick. He had passable looks and short brown hair. Still perplexed, she picked up the phone on its next ring.
“Hello? Is this Michelle?”
Yup, it was Caleb alright. “Yes, what’s up?”
“Spire is releasing today. I was thinking of trying it and was wondering if you wanted to join me?”
“Sure, why not? But how are we going to meet in game?”
“That’s a good point. I was assuming they would have a friend look up by name, but I also heard it was a face to face only thing. So, uh, no idea I guess. Do you know if Rachel’s going to join Spire?”
“We went to get helmets yesterday.”
“Oh, you did? I see. I’ll be under the username Storm. Capital ‘S’. Add me if you can. Tell Rachel to as well. Do you know anyone else that played Milestone?”
“I think Derek did, but I don’t have his contact info. I’ll let Rachel know.”
“Perfect. See you in game.”
“Hopefully.”
Michelle still wasn’t quite sure what to think about the call. Caleb had asked about other Milestone players so she suspected he was looking to group up with people who played Milestone, but only had her number. Putting the matter aside, she settled on a sky blue dress with a white sash belt.
After breakfast, Michelle returned upstairs to do some last minute research. For the type of gamer she was, the game started long before character creation. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a whole lot to go on. There was a guide to quality at least. White was the most common followed by yellow, orange, red, purple, blue, bronze, silver, gold, heroic, and deity tier. The latter two were exclusively found in the Sky Islands, home of all the true end game content. But to get there one had to ascend the tower of trials known as the Spire. In the original PC version, only about a third of the player base ever made it that far in the entire time the game was running.
Checking the time Michelle realized she only had a few minutes before the game started. She quickly got up and used the restroom before lying down on her bed. Placing the helmet on her head, she lowered the face mask and took a deep breath. “Initialize.”
Her vision went white. She couldn’t feel anything. She tried lifting her arm. It felt like she was lifting her arm, but at same time it didn’t. She didn’t have an arm to lift. A neutral male voice spoke as if the person was standing right in front of her. “New user identified. Michelle Castle, age 13. Please wait while diagnostics are checked. Finalizing first time setup.”
Right… she hadn’t thought about the fact there would be a first time setup. Not that it really mattered, it just delayed her start by a few minutes. When the voice stopped speaking, a dialogue box appeared in front of Michelle. She chose the only game currently available, Spire VR
‘Due to safety concerns, all characters are size locked to match their player. This is to prevent potential disorientation when transitioning between bodies of different sizes.’
Made sense enough. Michelle dismissed the notification and menus began appearing along with her character sheet. Every player started with the same stats, but the growth of those attributes would depend on their class and the bonus points they could freely allocate each level.
Selecting Custom Build for her class, Michelle perused through the massive list of potential skills she could select. Each of them cost a different number of skill points and innate ones could only be taken now during character creation while others were mutually exclusive. Unlike other classes, she started with no proficiencies, so she immediately selected proficiency with swords. She was considering what armor proficiency to get when an innate skill caught her eye.
Cut Above the Rest. It cost a lot of skill points and all it did was reduce durability loss by 5% when using a weapon to parry or deflect. A seemingly useless skill at first glance. But it was the rank up benefits that drew her interest. Ranking up allowed for parrying and deflecting more things. Even despite not knowing how useful the skill would be, Michelle wanted it. In the end, she passed up all armor proficiencies and attack skills for it and two more innate skills.
Road Runner was another passive skill. It increased movement speed by 1%. Essence Flux was an active skill that cost a lot of mana, almost more than any player could have at level 1 and had a long cooldown. It caused the user to blink out of existence for exactly .1 seconds.
Skills selected, she still needed to determine stat growth. Every player had 8 attributes, stamina, strength, toughness, speed, power, mana, resilience, and potency. Every time they leveled up, they would receive 20 points auto distributed based on class and 5 to freely allocate themselves. The system prevented putting more than 5 into any one category so Michelle chose to min max as hard as she could. 5 would be added to her stamina, strength, and speed, 2 to her resilience and toughness, and 1 to her mana every level.
Finally she was left with changing her appearance and selecting a name. To Michelle’s great surprise, the name Phoenix wasn’t taken so she quickly finalized her character before anyone else took it. In the end all she did was hurriedly make her hair yellower, add red streaks to her hair, and paint her nails red.
A/N:
Caleb Sherer is a well-known Magic The Gathering player famous for playing an archetype known as storm. Hence his in game name. Just like the card game archetype, look for him to be casting many spells in quick succession.
If I recall correctly, the character Ryze from League of Legends passive skill is also named Essence Flux. |
Chapter 6: Steps Behind. Steps ahead.
Phoenix’s blade swept through the slime one last time to finally kill it. All she got was a tiny bit of experience, not even a coin. She was about to go fight another one when she realized she needed to use the restroom. Grumbling, Phoenix made her way back to town and logged off.
Taking off her helmet, Michelle set it to the side and got out of bed only to realize she didn’t need the restroom. Her clock read 12:45. That meant it was only a little over 45 minutes since she last used the restroom. She couldn’t possibly need it again so soon. Quickly coming to the conclusion she had no idea what was going on, Michelle opened her computer to peruse the forums and, sure enough, there was a post about it.
Spire VR came with the Decency Protocol. The Decency Protocol prevented players from doing things such as undressing in the presence of another person. This much made sense and was part of the game’s advertisement, trying to appease parents and prevent players from being too outrageous. The part that interested Michelle was a post from one of the employees.
The game had a needs system. If you needed to use the restroom in the game, then you had to use the restroom in the game. But what about if you had to use the restroom outside of the game? How would you tell the difference? The employee replied that if you used the restroom in the game and you still needed to use the restroom, then you needed to use the restroom in real life. Simple. Except that it was broken. For some reason, female characters virtual bladders filled about eight times faster than their real life counterpart.
Mystery solved. Now what was she going to do about it? Michelle briefly entertained the idea of creating a new male character. However she rejected the notion on two grounds. Number one, she would have to use the restroom as a man… something that she very much so did not want to do. Secondly, Spire didn’t allow for multiple characters. Any person was only allowed to have one account. This was prevent people from creating bot accounts. Which meant she was stuck with Phoenix whether she liked it or not.
By the end of the day, Michelle had made little progress. She was being as efficient as she could be with her time. It came down to the fact that at this stage in the game, her damage was pitiful. Maybe she should get someone to carry her. But the only person she’d bothered adding as a friend so far was Corvus and she didn’t know him really.
“You haven’t been returning my calls!” complained Rachel pouting when they met for second period two days later on Monday.
“Sorry.” Michelle yawned widely. “I’ve been playing non-stop trying to level up.”
“Same,” commiserated Rachel. “I barely hit level 4. You?”
“I’m level 2.”
“What?! I thought you said you’ve been playing non-stop!” Rachel frowned. “You run into a lot of PKers or something?”
“I do very little damage.”
Rachel clicked her tongue. “I keep telling you. You’re builds are too greedily.”
“Hey! It works out most of the time.”
“I guess. Have you heard anything about the level 5 quest?”
“The one that takes you from the beginner village to the main world?”
“That one! Yes!”
“Don’t know anything about it.”
Rachel sighed dramatically. “You don’t know anything about it. Sam doesn’t know anything about it. There’s no walkthroughs even though some people have already done it.”
“Why not try asking Caleb?”
“Caleb? Caleb who?”
“Caleb Sherer. He’s looking to party with people who played Milestone.”
“Wonder what beginner village he started at,” mused Rachel. “I guess I’ll try asking him.”
MARRCA. Medieval And Renaissance Recreational Combat Association. That was the club Michelle usually went to after school. She took the last Friday off so she and Rachel could go to the convention. The group met after school in a large field beneath the shade of a towering oak tree. A plague under the tree dedicated it to some university’s professor who had once donated a large amount of money to the school. Thus it came to be known as the Professor’s Oak. No one bothered to remember his actual name since it was long and annoying to try to pronounce.
“Excuse me, you’re in MARRCA, right?” Just as she was about to leave the main building, a boy with spectacles approached her. She didn’t recognize him at all. His sandy hair was neatly combed and his button down shirt and slacks looked recently pressed. His shoes were simple, but just as simply exuded expensiveness. He had a bit of a belly.
“Yes. I’ve never seen you there.”
“Oh, I’m not. I started playing Spire recently. I was wondering how similar it is to the real world.”
“Pretty close,” said Michelle matter-of-factly. “We meet under the Professor’s Oak. It’s this way.” She walked out the doors.
“Wait, you play Spire too?” The boy chased after her.
There weren’t that many club members. Only five members were regulars, but there were others that popped in and out frequently so they usually had about ten people. The other regulars were already there warming up, the usual weapons propped against a nearby bench. Despite being wooden boffer weapons, they were appropriately sized and weighted.
Michelle went and picked out a double-edged longsword with a narrow cross guard. Having tried all the weapons the club had, this one was her favorite. They all had their favorites. She flourished the sword one handed as she turned to face the boy following her. “You should go see John. He’s the club president. There’s a waiver you need to sign and have a guardian sign as well. You won’t be able to fight with anyone, but I can teach you a little.”
“Okay, thanks.” He went off to go talk with John and Michelle picked out a short sword like the one she used in the game. Setting the two weapons on the ground she started stretching. After her stretches, she picked up the short sword and performed the eight basic cuts.
Two people approached Michelle as she finished with her cuts. One was the bespectacled boy she met earlier. The other was a girl with black hair and freckles. Unlike the boy, she was clearly dressed for the occasion wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants. That was Sam, the friend Rachel mentioned earlier.
“Hey Michelle!” Sam waved a hand and smiled as she walked over. The boy gave a silent nod.
“Hey Sam!” Michelle turned to the boy. “What’s your name?”
“Matt. Matt Kutchins. I’m a senior.” He towered over her. One of his hands clutched one of the club’s longest short swords. He held the blade up to the sun and his mouth twisted in a wry smile. “It just doesn’t feel the same as with a metal sword.”
Michelle laughed. “So who wants to go first?”
Matt took a step back. “I thought we couldn’t fight if we didn’t have our paperwork in? You’re just going to beat us up.”
“She means who wants to be taught first, silly!” replied Sam. “I do!” She hefted a spear the height of her shoulders.
Michelle crossed her arms. “That spear is too short, you should get one a foot taller than you are. Get one for me too.”
“Oh, ok.” Sam hurried to go exchange weapons.
Michelle turned to Matt instead. “That about what you use in the game?”
“It feels about the same.”
“Good, then I’ll get you started.” Michelle assumed a ready stance. “This the plough stance. It is simple and effective.”
“Like this?” Matt held his sword in the right position.
“Good, but your knees should be more bent and your feet shouldn’t be spread so far apart.”
“Oh.” Matt moved his feet. “This feels really unsteady.”
“You’re standing too in line. Here.” Michelle moved his back foot over a couple inches. “Better?”
“Better.” Matt confirmed. “I should have worn something else.”
“Don’t worry. You aren’t going to be moving around yet. I’m just going to teach you the eight basic cuts.” Michelle demonstrated the eight cuts slowly. It wouldn’t be wrong to picture an eight pointed asterisk, each cut starting from a different point.
Once she got him started on repeating those, Michelle turned to Sam who was waiting patiently with the spears. “You’re sure this isn’t too long?”
“It’s perfect,” declared Michelle. “Let’s get started.”
A/N:
My college has a MARRCA club that I belong to. I know how to use one-hand swords, two-handed swords, spears, staves, axes, knives, and some grappling/taekwondo/karate/wing chun in real life, so the physical weapons will probably focus on those. |
Chapter 7: Catching Up
“Finally!” Phoenix hoisted her most recent purchase with delight. It cost all of her iron coins. Not that she was using them for anything else. Still, it had taken her until about level three and a half to collect enough of them even though she didn’t spend any of her starting amount. She held an orange grade sword with the lowest base attack damage for an orange weapon and an attack speed of .6. Although attack speeds went all the way up to 5, the fastest weapons at the current point were only a 2.
All in all, not very good stats. But its ability was perfect for someone like Phoenix who had poured all of their bonus points into strength. Basic attacks using the weapon dealt additional damage equal to 5% of her strength.
Her level up speed increased dramatically and she managed to get to level 4 before going to sleep much later than usual. At level 4, she finally took her first active skill which empowered her next basic attack to deal bonus magic damage. When she logged in tomorrow, she would surely hit level 5.
It didn’t take long to hit level 5. Phoenix hurried towards the Adventurer’s Hall, a large wooden building with an insignia depicting a dragon surrounded by people from each of the classes. Players crowded the insides looking for parties and taking out new quests. Although one could take quests from npcs, usually for better rewards, most of the casual players just came here since there were guaranteed to always be quests at the right level for them.
The quest Phoenix selected from the Board held precedence for anyone that managed to get to level 5. The beginner village and the surrounding area capped player levels at 5. This was to prevent higher level players from coming over and beating up new players. In order to continue leveling, level 5 players had to complete Tunnels of the Land Shark which would take them to the main world.
After accepting the quest, Phoenix proceeded towards the exit and almost ran into a girl clutching a staff. The girl had selected arcane mage for her class, that much was obvious because of her pointed hat. Pointed hats were unique to the arcane mage class which very much so followed the stereotypes for witches and wizards.
“Oops, sorry.” Phoenix hastily took a step backwards.
The other girl didn’t respond. She panted through gritted teeth. One of her hands was thrust up her skirt, wedged between her legs. The lower half of the girl’s face, the half not shaded by her hat, was bright red. Some of the surrounding players started laughing and the girl’s face went, if possible, even redder. She ran off towards the restrooms, her cloak billowing in her wake. A group of boys crashed through the entrance, not bothering to keep their voices down.
“I keep telling you, we should replace her. This is so stupid. She can’t even make it through a simple forest run.” The forest run wasn’t from the official game. Rather, it was a popular route that optimized the time spent running between the three best hunting zones in the forest surrounding the fields outside the village. Beyond the hills, a ring of impassable mountains prevented players from exploring further.
“Give her a break, she’s doing her best.” Phoenix blinked in surprise. The voice belonged to Corvus. His face still seemed to show no emotion. Since they last met after Phoenix just started, he had clearly upgraded his armor which now had patches of metal.
“I agree with Manny,” retorted another boy. “She’s holding us back. We would already be level 5 if it wasn’t for her running off to the restroom all the time.”
“We should find another guy. She’s not that useful anyways.”
Corvus frowned. “We’ll hit level 5 within several trips. It’ll be fine.” At that moment the girl returned, still looking worn out. “You good?”
She nodded her head despite leaning heavily on her staff. “I’m so sorry,” she gasped. The party left. Phoenix stood around thinking for only a moment longer before taking her leave as well. The door opened a few seconds later and Phoenix made a beeline for the restroom herself.
The trip from the city to the forest didn’t take very long. The forest, however, was deep enough that after only five minutes of walking around looking for the quest marker at the base of the mountains Phoenix had to turn around or she would be pushing her usual safety margin.
After another trip, Phoenix started to despair. At this rate, searching the entire base of the mountains would take years. Well, not literally years, but many months at least. Unless she got lucky. Sighing, Phoenix went out again for another try.
This time, she found something. Not the quest marker admittedly, but what looked like the path itself. A narrow cut out of the mountain descended to somewhere on her left. She started to walk in that direction only to realize that she had already used up her allotted time. But Phoenix didn’t care too much. Her monumental task had suddenly been cut to size.
It took only two more tries to find the quest marker, a scarf tied to a rock. Phoenix bit her lip. She should turn around now, but she wanted more information. Perhaps if she ran some of the way, she’d still be safe? Biting the bullet, she continued forwards.
The dusty pathway went straight up to and cut into the cliff face. It was wide enough for two people to walk comfortably side by side. Three if they were crowding. A screech from overhead caught Phoenix by surprise. Claws ripped through her as a bat the size of large dog fell from the sky. It was the first damage Phoenix had taken all game, and it hurt. A lot. Not sensationally, but her hit bar plummeted. She could barely survive another hit. She activated her skill and drew her sword. The blade sliced the bat cleanly in two.
So that was the gimmick. The bat dealt tons of damage, but was incredibly fragile. The surprise factor was everything. As long as she didn’t her guard down like that again, Phoenix mused, she should be fine. But continuing on would have to wait for another time. She turned around and started running back towards town.
Running was a bad idea. At least, running as fast as Phoenix initially was. She ran out of breath really quickly. Right, this was supposed to be pseudorealistic. She walked the first half of the forest to recover and then settled into a mild jog. A couple curious players glanced over as she passed, but nothing hostile. For all they knew, she was late for something.
And she definitely was. Phoenix was beginning to worry she might not make it in time. The last thing she wanted to do was going walking through town with wet leggings. Especially since hers were light gray. Phoenix was wearing a tight fitting red shirt, gray leggings, and white tennis shoes. In fact, it looked more like she decided to go for a run while carrying a sword than she was playing the game. It couldn’t be helped because she couldn’t wear armor.
Only half way across the field, Phoenix almost stumbled as she was forced to stop and press her legs together. She breathed hard. Tensing her muscles to stave off her waves of desperation wasn’t working any more. She tried running again, but the next wave overcame her and she felt her underwear start to dampen before she stopped it, panicking. Fortunately it didn’t seem to be a big deal. A quick cursory touch to her crotch indicated nothing had gone farther than her underwear.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Phoenix set off at a brisk pace. A notification from the system reminded her that losing control of her bladder would reduce her armor durability. Phoenix angrily dismissed the notification. Every once in a while she would need to stop, sometimes accompanied by a twisting of the body. These stops became more and more frequent, but she still made it to town. By this time, Phoenix could barely keep herself in check walking with small stiff steps so she could keep her thighs pressed together. She stepped and bobbed in place, fists drumming rapidly against her legs as she felt more drops escape.
Sweat gathered at Phoenix’s hairline as she struggled to make a choice. She didn’t want to hold herself, but not holding herself could end with her dying from embarrassment. Not literally, of course. Or virtually in this case. With a muffled grunt, she managed to contain the leak and hurried into the nearest establishment, which happened to be the weapon shop.
“If you’re here to purchase something, you’ll have to wait in the line,” declared the clerk.
“Sorry. May I use the restroom? I promise I’ll purchase something.”
The clerk stalled. Phoenix tried to stand still, but couldn’t. Her left leg bent at the knee as her foot wandered about in the air. Replacing her foot on the ground, she alternated bending her legs slightly. She knew she was making her plight incredibly obvious, but it couldn’t be helped.
The master smith looked up from his work and recognized Phoenix. How could he not recognize a customer who bought one of his most expensive creations? Besides, she had done some quests in the past for him slaying slimes and boars. He waved a rag in her direction as he wiped his hands. “Her word’s good.”
The clerk blinked in surprise at having the master smith himself weigh in on the matter. How could he say no to his boss. The clerk quickly gave her directions. Phoenix hurried towards the restroom.
Phoenix changed into a new pair of underwear, her face glowing. The old pair she stuck back in her inventory before exiting the stall. When she returned to the main shop, the customer she had interrupted was leaning against the wall, apparently waiting for something he ordered.
“I’m very sorry about that,” she said meekly as she approached him.
The boy gave her a sympathetic smile and waved a gloved hand airily. “It’s no matter.”
“Thank you.” Phoenix gave him a genuine smile of gratitude and the boy flushed slightly. She started to walk to the end of the line when a friend request from I Promise I’m Good. She glanced questioningly at the boy who indicated that it was him.
“Why the sudden request?” asked Phoenix returning to his side.
“Cat got my tongue.” I Promise I’m Good scratched his jaw with a finger, clearly embarrassed. “It was the first thing I could think of to get your attention.”
“You could have just said something.”
“But I don’t know your name?”
“You could have used identify on me.” Phoenix didn’t see how him not knowing her name affected his ability to call out either way.
“Right.” Awkward silence. “I have to log off, can we talk later?”
Phoenix accepted the friend request. “Sure, just message me.”
“Cool.” He logged off and, after buying a cheap (but not too cheap) sword, Phoenix did as well. |
Chapter 8: No Girls Allowed
There was a problem. Not for all gamers, but for girls. Not one of them could complete the level 5 quest. It wasn’t a matter of skill, but a matter of endurance. The entire next day Phoenix tried the quest, but even if she simply ran past all the monsters, she still couldn’t get farther than the mouth of the tunnel at the top of the path cutting across the cliff face before being forced to turn around.
Of course she could always just wet herself and try to carry on, but until she changed her soiled equipment would have vastly reduced durability. Enough hits and she would be walking around in her underwear. It wasn’t an instance either, so she couldn’t be guaranteed the privacy to change. That was one of the only ways around the Decency Protocol. Equipment destruction and equipment dropping weren’t considered voluntary so the system wouldn’t retaliate.
That left one option. Go with a party and pray that the rest of the party would carry when she couldn’t hold on any longer. Phoenix ventured into the Adventurer’s Hall. Most of the level five players there were guys looking to party up with other guys or girls begging parties of guys to take them.
The sound of crying nearby drew her attention. The girl in the near corner was sobbing, her pointed hat pulled low enough that only her chin and the tears dripping off it were visible. “What’s wrong?” asked Phoenix. Now that she looked at her properly, Phoenix realized that the arcane mage was the one from Corvus’ party.
“Nothing.” The mage wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’ve seen you before.”“Yeah, here at the guild hall. What’s your name?”
“Jaina.”
“I’m Phoenix. Where are Corvus and the others?”
“You know Corvus?”
“We met on opening day.” A thought occurred to Phoenix. “Were you kicked from your party?”
Jaina nodded sadly. “Everyone except Corvus agreed to kick me.”
“Why don’t you try joining another party?”
“I did! But when I couldn’t make it so they killed me.”
“How despicable!” Phoenix seethed with anger.
Jaina shrugged. “I haven’t tried to join another party since. I wish they’d fix the game already.”
“Yup,” Phoenix concurred.
“I’m going to log off for now. I don’t feel like dealing with anything else today.”
“Friend me? If I find something I’ll message you.”
“Really? Thank you!” Jaina gave small smile as she accepted Phoenix’s friend request before logging off. Phoenix checked her friend list. None them were online. Jaina had just logged off of course and the only other ones she had were Corvus and I Promise I’m Good. After debating whether to query the parties recruiting, she decided to log off and browse the forums.
Michelle was getting ready for bed when Oliver knocked on her door. She threw on a pair of yoga pants before opening the door for him.
“This came for you earlier today.” He handed her a package. It was her electronic wristband. Right, she had hit level 5. That meant she now entitled to the lowest level benefit of playing Spire, a once per month 5% discount from any electronics store. All they had to do was scan the wristband. She had seen a few people around school already wearing them. Hers was purple, the same shade as her jacket.
“How far in the game have you gotten?” she asked Oliver.
“I haven’t started yet. I’ve been running between meetings all week. They’re still working out how the professional scene is going to work.”
“Won’t it just be the same?”
“Probably. I won’t get a break until the weekend.” He sighed with disappointment. “Good night sweetheart.”
“Night Dad.”
“You’re in starter village F as well?” Rachel asked delightedly. Michelle nodded as the two of them made their way to the cafeteria for lunch. The cafeteria was as busy as usual. And, of course, most conversation revolved around Spire in some fashion. Even those who didn’t play the game at least followed it to some degree. The two of them sat down at their usual spots. Michelle looked with interest down the table. The group that frequented that section was missing, replaced by Caleb and a boy with thick hair combed sideways so that it looked permanently windswept. The table between was filled not with playing cards, but note cards.
“Caleb!” called Rachel, noticing where Michelle was looking. The two boys looked over in surprise, emerging from the depths of their conversation. Caleb smiled broadly and gestured for them to come join them. His raised hand had a red wristband. The two girls scooted down.
“You ready to try again?” Caleb asked Rachel.
Rachel’s face turned pink. “No. There’s no way I can make it. Not until they fix that stupid bug. Michelle’s in starter village F as well.”
“Really? Cool! We should party up sometime.”
“Of course she is.” The other boy started clearing up some of the note cards. “The starter villages are based on user location.”
“Wait. Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me that Jack?!”
Jack looked up innocently. “You didn’t know? It’s mentioned in one of the forums.” He turned his attention to another stack of cards. These note cards had information about some of the materials monsters dropped written on them.
“Where did you learn this?” asked Michelle curiously as she picked one up. “This information isn’t available on the forums.”
“I’ve been messing around with the equipment editor.”
The other three immediately turned to Jack with eager eyes. “There’s an equipment editor?!”
“So that’s why you’ve been too busy to party up with me.” Caleb frowned at Jack again. “You bugger! I thought you were still trying to get to level 5!”
Jack just grinned sheepishly.
“So anyway.” Caleb turned his attention back to Rachel. “You said you can rope Sam in as well?”
Rachel nodded. “But that doesn’t solve the issue.”
Jack shrugged. “Still, we might as well get everyone together and do some practice as a party. We can work out how to actually get through then.”
“Who invited you ‘Mister I’m Too Busy’?” retorted Caleb.
Jack grinned sheepishly. Michelle couldn’t decide whether that was just a joke or actually Jack’s in game name.
A/N:
To those of you who play WOW, here’s Jaina. Well… she’s mage that uses arcane magic anyway. |
Chapter 9: The Party Gathers
The scheduled meeting time was 4:30 in the afternoon. Phoenix wandered around the town square looking for Caleb’s character Storm and Rachel’s character Ray of Hope. As she went around using identify, she ran into other familiar faces.
“Long time no see, Phoenix. How have you been?” Corvus and Jaina approached, Jaina bouncing happily and Corvus sedately. Jaina’s had her hat tilted back and this was the first time Phoenix could see her face.
“Well. I’m going to meet up with some friends. Have you seen a player named Storm or Ray of Hope?”
Corvus’ stoic expression faltered for a moment. “We’re looking for them ourselves.”
Phoenix racked her brain trying to figure out who they were. Obviously not Rachel or Caleb. Corvus could be Jack. But then again, he could also be Matt. Or maybe not even someone she wasn’ familiar with. Jaina was probably not Sam since Sam used a spear when she came to MARRCA. At that moment, someone tackled Phoenix from behind.
“What?” Phoenix twisted away and placed her hand on the hilt of her sword while simultaneously activating identify. The healer with white robes who had just tackled her smiled cheerily and waved vigorously in greeting. A quick identify revealed her to be Ray of Hope.
“Is that how you greet your friends?” demanded Rachel. “You are seriously violent.”
“You’re the one who grabbed me out of nowhere!”
Ray of Hope shrugged. A boy with wild black hair and yellow eyes stepped up beside her. Many different colored orbs of energy whizzed around him. An elementalist. Storm. He was part of the mage class like Jaina.
“So what should I call you?” Phoenix asked Rachel.
“Just Ray is fine.”
Storm looked around, nodding thoughtfully. “Whats your class?” he asked Corvus.
“Magic swordsman.”
“Rats, so we don’t have a tank then.”
“A tank?”
“Someone who can sit in front of the enemy and soak up damage.”
“That’s the role I played in my last party,” replied Corvus.
“As a magic swordsman?” asked Storm looking very surprised for moment. “Oh I guess since you were just fighting mobs a high defense isn’t very important.” He opened the menu for a moment. “Where the heck is Jack?” he fumed. “I swear he never shows up on time.”
“Actually, I’ve been waiting for a half hour.” A passing player wearing leather armor stopped and joined them. He had a rifle strapped across his back. Phoenix blinked. It was I Promise I’m Good. Looking around he noticed her and hurriedly straightened his armor running a hand through his hair. “Howdy.” His voice dropped slightly. Everyone else cringed. “Real smooth,” thought Phoenix sarcastically.
“Why do you practice with a spear?” asked Phoenix as they entered the fields.
Jaina brandished her weapon. It wasn’t a staff as Phoenix first thought. It was a broom with a pointed comb. “If someone catches me, I need to be able to fight back.”
“Don’t worry about that,” said Storm. “Keeping enemies away from you is Corvus’ job.”
“But what if there are a lot of enemies?”
“I’ll help take aggro,” replied Phoenix.
“Just stick with the formation,” said Rachel. “Corvus takes aggro, I’ll heal him, and the rest of you deal damage.”
The party passed through the forest and arrived at the foot of the trail. Corvus took the lead and Phoenix slotted in close behind him. “Careful,” he warned the others. “There are bats that will attack. They do a lot of damage, so be ready to heal me.”
“Gotcha.” As if on queue, a bat descended from above. Everyone assumed fighting stances, but the bat merely fell in two pieces that disappeared. Phoenix casually stood up from a crouching position having just flipped over Corvus. The glowing purple hue that surrounded her blade faded as the others stared at her.
“Damn.” Phoenix swore softly as she realized she should turn around already. She looked up to see the others still staring at her. “What?”
“That was really fast,” remarked Corvus. “You’ve scouted this area before?”“I made it all the way up to there.” Phoenix pointed to the tunnel mouth.
“And then what, you got killed by the Land Shark?”
“No, I had to run back to town before I wet my pants.”
The awkward silence was finally broken by the arrival of someone heading not up the path, but down the path. With a shower of dust, a girl wearing sturdy leather boots, a skirt, and a sports jacket skidded to a halt in front of them. She swore softly, looking for a way past. Bouncing from one foot to the other, she said “aw, skip it” and jumped off the pathway into open air. They watched in amazement as she plummeted down the cliff side to her death.
“What was that about?” asked Storm. Phoenix had her suspicions, but didn’t voice them aloud. She’d never actually considered an action so drastic. After all, death meant losing half of one’s stats for the next hour.
“Um, guys?” Jaina and Ray had apparently been having a private conversation as the two of them shared a meaningful look. “Can we turn back now? This was just supposed to be a scouting mission and we can’t stay any longer.”
Storm gave a disappointed frown, but nodded assent.
The six party members sat around a circular table outside a cafe in the town square. “This is hopeless,” complained Ray sipping dejectedly at a fruity drink. The others shared uncomfortable looks. Phoenix drank her hot chocolate, deep in thought. The cold of evening still hadn’t set in, but she was drinking it more for the comfort than the warmth. Try as they might, no one could come up with a way for them to get through dry.
“What if we add a seventh member? Then we’ll have a full party.”
“That’s an idea. Is there a group movement speed buff?”
“What class would have that?”
“Does the priest class have a way to restore energy?”
“No, both skills restore hit points.”
“What about energy drinks?”
“That doesn’t help exactly…”
Heated voices nearby attracted their attention. “What’s going on?” Phoenix spotted a familiar face. The girl that committed suicide earlier was facing four other players in the middle of the crowd. She had a terrifying expression on her face. The players facing her leered, holding weapons.
“That doesn’t look good,” said Jaina. They all looked at each other and then joined the crowd surrounding the five players.
“You’re making this harder than it needs to be,” said the one that appeared to be the leader. “Look, just hand over all your clothes and we’ll let you go.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” The girl’s face went scarlet. “Get lost!”
The leader sighed dramatically. “So much for the easy way.” He drew a sword and lifted a shield off his back. His three companions smirked as they pulled out an axe, elemental energy, and a staff in turn. “Should have just given us all your money and equipment like we asked.” Phoenix had just finished identifying all of them when they broke into motion.
The girl was named Sky. Quite fitting given her equipment. Her sleeveless top left her entire stomach exposed and was plated with silvery blue metal. She also had matching pauldrons, arm guards and greaves. Ribbons of white cloth swirled around her as if she were a cloud riding the wind. Combined with the miniskirt, the outfit was fairly typical of female armors in these sorts of games, overly revealing and useless in real life.
When her opponents charged, she made her move. Dashing forwards, Sky kicked off the shield and flipped over the heads of her stunned attackers and punched the staff wielder, the healer, in the stomach. Arms flailing wildly, the healer stumbled backwards. She lashed out with foot, but was forced to duck as an ax swung through the space Sky occupied just moments before. “You’ll have to get through me first,” smirked the berserker.
Sky bit her lip in frustration and spun to the side as the leader’s sword cut downwards. Now she was right back where she started, with the knight and berserker between her and the healer The elementalist was still behind her. An orb of light hovered over the staff as the healer chanted a healing spell.
Crimson flashed behind the berserker. “But I won’t.” An arc of purple cut through the healer. The healer’s eyes widened in terror and shock. After her empowered attack, Phoenix whirled the sword around the back of her head its purple glow gone and sliced him from the neck to his opposite hip. The berserker swung his axe towards Phoenix.
Seizing the opportunity, Sky jumped forwards and bulldozed the healer flat. He lay on the ground in a daze, his spell interrupted. Phoenix reversed her grip and nailed the healer to the ground with her sword. Sky was about to stomp on his face when she seemed to realize something for the first time and pressed her skirt down, her face turning crimson again.
“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” Sky muttered under her breath as she settled for kicking him in the side of the head. “Why can’t I have shorts at least?” The healer dissolved into light.
Sky was still distracted and got clobbered by the axe that Phoenix dodged. She skidded backwards several feet and glared at the berserker. She started to move only to collapse to her knees as she found her feet sunken into the earth.
“Good work!” The elementalist gave a pleased smile at the knight’s praise and readied an orb of lava. Phoenix was being zoned from her sword by the berserker’s wide cleaves. Abruptly, the berserker stumbled and Phoenix dashed past him. Pulling up the sword, she parried his next cleave and then held up her sword behind her to block the knight’s attack.
“What kind of bullshit skill is that?!” demanded the knight. He started to say more, but was hit by an orb of lava. “What do you think you’re doing?!” he bellowed at the elementalist.
“Attacking her?” asked the elementalist indicating Sky who still had burn marks from his orb of lava.
The knight paused. “Then that means…” He swore loudly before being drowned in ranged attacks from Jaina, I Promise I’m Good, and Storm. Corvus helped Phoenix eliminate the berserker. Sky chugged potions as she face tanked another orb of lava charging towards the elementalist. Caught in close combat, there was no way out for the elementalist who turned to his friends for help only to find them all occupied.
“I owe you one.” Sky thanked the party as they resumed their seats at the circular table.
“So what was that about?” asked Corvus with a particularly pensive look on his face.
“Apparently they call themselves the four horsemen. They mobbed me and told me to give them all of my money and all of my gear. I refused.”
“Oh, I’ve heard of them.” Jaina shivered slightly. “They’re pkers that pick on solo players and lower leveled parties. I heard someone got stuck in the inn because they got all their armor taken and clothing had to wait for a friend to bring them a new ones.
“But what about the clothes in her inventory?”
Everybody looked at Phoenix. “What clothes in her inventory?”
“I started with a change of clothes in my inventory. I thought everyone did.”
Everyone else looked at each other. They confirmed everyone else had started with a basic chest armor and leg armor for their class. Maybe it’s because I chose custom build wondered Phoenix.
“Do you want to join our party?” asked I Promise I’m Good. Phoenix gave him a suspicious look, but he only broadcast earnestness.
“Oh, do you know her?” asked Ray of Hope.
“No, but I know she’s good.”
“Those perverts might have her marked,” concurred Corvus. “Its safer for her with us than alone.” |
Chapter 10: Preparation Hunting
“Why did you jump off the cliff?” asked Promise.
Sky blushed. “I was planning on finding a secluded spot along the bottom of the cliff. But y’all were blocking the path.” She twiddled her fingers awkwardly. "Killing myself was the only way to get back to town in time."
“How does that work? I thought you couldn’t undress outside of a private area.”
“If you’re far enough away from other players, it’s considered a private area.”
“What?! There’s no mention of that in the forums!”
“I found out by accident,” admitted Sky. “I made a mistake and stayed out too long, so I went as far away from the other players as I could make it. I only remembered the Decency Protocol afterwards.”
“Do you know what the range is?”
“No idea.”
“That gives me an idea.” I Promise I’m Good leaned his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together. “If we could figure out the conditions for it, it might be possible to map out a route with rest stops.”
Storm stood up. “Then what are we waiting for? We need to figure out these conditions.”
“Um… do we really have to?” asked Jaina. “I’ve never… done… that… outside… before.” Her voiced trailed down to nothingness.
“Until we come up with a better idea, I guess we have to,” replied Phoenix.
“Don’t worry, I can help you. It’s not too difficult.” Ever the Ray of Hope.
“Except that if you’re there helping her, she can’t undress.”
Awkward silence. “Maybe it doesn’t count if both players are in the same party?”
“If it were that easy, someone would have figured it out already.”
“Either way, we’re wasting time.”
They had just reached the forest when Ray stopped them. At the lack of a distraction, Phoenix noticed her quickly filling bladder. Sky and Jaina showed similarly dismayed expressions. “Then there’s nothing for it but to figure out the conditions as quickly as possible.” I Promise I’m Good furrowed his brow. Everyone else fell into combat stances as a few wild boar surrounded the party and charged. Phoenix noticed his inaction and hastily shouted a warning.
Promise swore a boar trampled him into the floor. Panicking, he leaped to his feet and tried to dodge the boar’s next attack but ended up leaping directly into its path. His movements were quick, but half-hearted and clumsy. Phoenix found it weird. When it came to planning, he was always quickly set his mind on an effective solution. But his movements now were so bad. Every time there was an unnecessary delay after being hit.
“At least shoot something!” yelled Storm. I Promise I’m Good immediately paused in the movement of getting up and leveled his rifle at the oncoming boar. The barrel began to glow but nothing happened. The boar used one of its skills to knock him airborne. Despite spinning like a rag doll in a washing ma/
chine. He managed to perfectly realign his aim right as the glow reached its peak. Just before hitting his head on the ground, the gun fired. A blast of kinetic energy pierced through the boar also finishing off the one Phoenix and Storm were kiting.
“Wtf!” A passing party stopped, stunned at the fantastic shot. “Dude! What was that!”
But their amazement was short lived. I Promise I’m Good of course followed up his amazing shot by failing to dodge any of the boar’s attacks. Dismissing it as a lucky shot, the other party moved on. Fortunately for Promise, the others came to rescue him.
“Nice shot!” praised Storm. “But man, your dodging is garbage.”
Promise smiled wryly and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
“Um, guys? How long do you think it’ll take to figure out those conditions?” asked Jaina.
“No idea. Do you want to be the guinea pig?”
I Promise I’m Good explained his rather simple plan. First they would get out of the forest on the cliff side and then one of them would walk away from the others and message them when they got far enough away to undress.
They finally cleared the trees and reached the rocky foothills at the base of the mountain range. Phoenix’s toes clenched and relaxed as she subtly ground her thighs against each other. Still she was doing a lot better than the others who were failing to hide their predicament and lagging behind. Sky caught up as the others sat down, Phoenix delicately, Storm and Corvus calmly. I Promise I’m Good plunked down in a distinctly clumsy manner. Sky did not join them but paced around their circle with shaky steps biting at her lip.
Jaina and and Ray of Hope finally arrived. Jaina had closed her cloak at some point and Phoenix had the distinct impression that she was holding herself somewhere deep within its folds. Ray’s face had gone red and she was panting heavily.
“You going to be alright?” asked Phoenix as Ray stood next to her shakily stepping in place.
Ray of Hope nodded. “I can wait a bit longer.” But the statement was almost immediately refuted by Ray thrusting a hand between her legs for a moment, bobbing in place.
I Promise I’m Good posted their current coordinates in the party chat. “Get going, message us when you get far enough.”
Ray of Hope immediately took off, heading along the tree line. Everyone else waited impatiently.
“What’re you doing?” Corvus asked Jaina who was rocking back and forth with clenched teeth. Jaina’s blush immediately deepened.
“I’m not doing anything, I swear!”
Corvus scratched the side of his head. “I meant, why aren’t you going as well? There’s two directions.”
A light bulb went on above Jaina’s head. “Right!” She started hurrying off.
“Not that way!” exclaimed Phoenix. “That’s the way Ray went!”
Jaina promptly turned and hurried off in the other direction.
Heavy breathing caught Phoenix’s attention and she turned to find Sky sitting beside her facing the other direction, away from everyone else. Sky’s entirely body was trembling
“How are you doing it?” Sky turned anguished eyes on Phoenix who, aside for her squirming, maintained an air of composure.
Phoenix shrugged. “I’m more impressed with how well you’ve held up considering you probably went before the rest of us.”
“Right! No wonder.” Sky elicited a high pitched whining sound causing the others to whirl about in surprise and then promptly turn away politely. Sky’s face could have fried an egg as she finally caved and hiked up the front of her skirt. Phoenix patted her back sympathetically. “Thanks,” she murmured.
To their surprise, Jaina was the first to reply back. She sent just two words. “At last.”
“She isn’t posting her coordinates?” asked Storm.
“She’s probably… y’know.”
“Right.”
Phoenix started to stand up, and promptly sat back down as she felt her underwear start to dampen. She swore silently. Either Jaina or Ray of Hope had to finish soon or she wasn’t going to make it.
“I can’t.” Sky whispered to Phoenix. She leaned forwards and launched herself towards a tree with a large trunk. No sooner had she disappeared around the other side than they heard the quiet splattering of liquid hitting the ground.
Phoenix squirmed harder. Her underwear dampened a little and more threatened to escape, but the sounds stopped taking the edge off her need. Minutes passed, but Sky didn’t return.
“Should we go check?” asked Corvus hesitantly. The boys all exchanged hesitant, embarrassed looks and didn’t move from their spots. As one, they turned to look at Phoenix who waved her arms frantically.
“Please don’t make me move.” She bowed her head and put her palms together. “Please?”
“Don’t worry, she’s fine. She just messaged me,” said Storm.
“Then why hasn’t she come back?”
“She must have some reason. Just let it be.”
“Ray’s on her way back,” said Storm. Music to Phoenix’s ears. She jumped up and ran out off. The moment she felt certain no one could see her, Phoenix pressed a hand between her legs cringing at the wetness of the cloth. Then something occurred to her. If she was going to need to change anyways, what was the point of holding on?The running liquid felt warm and uncomfortable. On the plus side, the relief was immeasurable. The tension left her body leaving her feeling almost shaky. She was just finishing up when she came across a familiar face.
“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” Jaina looked at Phoenix’s soaking pants with a miserable expression. “It’s my fault isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not your fault.” Phoenix sighed. “I waited too long. I’ll be back soon. Go on ahead.”
“Oh, okay.” As Jaina continued passed her, Phoenix realized with a start that that was the first time she had an accident since first grade. But since no one saw her, it didn’t count right? Except that Jaina had. Fortunately, she was someone Phoenix didn’t have to be embarrassed towards. Besides, its not like she wet herself in real life. Such consoling thoughts did little to help her miserable attitude as she went far enough to change before returning. Phoenix knew that she had made the right decision, but that didn’t make her feel any better.
Sky had evidently had the same idea as they both returned at the same time wearing something slightly different. Phoenix had swapped out her leggings for a frilly ankle length skirt while Sky had swapped to baggy leather trousers. A few eyes widened, but no one commented on the sudden change in attire.
“It’s getting late,” sighed Storm. “Let’s head back to town and we’ll try again tomorrow after a bit more research.” Everyone wholeheartedly agreed.
A/N:
I’ll admit it. A lot of these characters encompass some aspect of my personality. |
I don't have a pregnant woman fetish, but I witnessed some desperation in the waiting room at a hospital and I got the idea for this story.
Carrie brushed her short blond hair behind her ear and wiped her forehead. She was nervous. Any single mother would, but the reality of it only just recently hit her. She was going to have a baby.
She sipped from her fourth water bottle. Not that she was thirsty, but because it was standard procedure for an ultrasound. She needs a full bladder for it to work. Her stomach was bloated now, and not just from her five week old baby. She already kind of had to pee, but it wasn't enough. Her doctor had taken the next patient until she needed to go worse, so she downed three extra water bottles in the span of ten minutes.
Thirty minutes passed. The doctor asked Carrie if she was ready, and she said no. He took another patient in. She wasn't sure if it was just nerves, but as soon as the door closed it felt like all the water she drank fell to her bladder immediately. She was tapping her foot and drumming her fingers. Just to make sure, she downed her fourth water bottle.
An hour passed, and she really regretted not taking the opportunity to pee when she could. She was fanning her legs, squirming around in her chair, and occasionally needing to give herself a squeeze. Ohhhh god I have to pee so bad... Why didn't I just take the ultrasound when I had the chance? I need to goo... Carrie crossed her legs to help keep the urine in. She involuntarily shoved her hand into her crotch when a wave hit.
Another hour passed, and Carrie was desperate. Her jeans were digging into her poor bladder, and her baby pushed on it, making her need way worse than it should be. Her legs were locked together and there were tears in her eyes. She was sweating and rocking back and forth. She stood up and walked over to the desk.
"Excuse me, I'm here for an ultrasound but I really need to use the restroom. Where is it?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, you can't use the restroom when you're about to do an ultrasound."
Carrie laughed nervously. "But it's reeeally bad now. It's an emergency."
"I can't let you go." She had her legs crossed and her hand in her crotch as she spoke to her, trying to keep her dire need at bay. The doctor came back out.
"Oh thank god! I have to pee so badly! Can I just let a little bit out in the bathroom?" she asked desperately.
"I don't think that's a good idea," the doctor said, "you might not be able to stop. I can take you now."
Carrie waddled into the room with an ocean of urine in her overfilled bladder. It pulsed painfully and contracted every few seconds. The doctor handed her a hospital gown. "Here, change into this while you wait for the technician." The doctor left the room and left Carrie alone.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot as she tried to undo her belt. A wave of desperation washed over her and the torrent of pee made her double over and cross her legs.
"Ohhhhh my god..." she moaned, trying to regain her composure. It was extremely relieving to get her belt and jeans off. It was a bit easier to hold after that, but it was still difficult. Her bladder yearned badly for relief.
The technician came in when she had changed. She layed down on the bed, trying to ignore the pain in her belly. All of the pent up liquid boiled inside of her, screaming to be released. Her pussy quivered under the immense pressure.
The sonographer applied cold jelly on the skin around her bladder. She couldn't help but jump. It was an extremely sensitive area right now. Her bladder throbbed even worse.
She completely forgot about her need during the ultrasound. She received pictures of it and was sent into the bathroom to change.
"Oh, Carrie," called the doctor, "I'm sorry but you can't use that toilet. It's broken." All of a sudden, the pain came back over her. She went into the bathroom and struggled to keep the pent up urine inside of her. There was so much liquid she needed to release that it was hard to focus on anything else. There were tears in her eyes and she was shaking. She pulled her jeans on, but when she tried to close her belt, she put too much pressure on her bladder and leaked a little inter her underwear. She dropped to one knee, desperately holding the extreme amount of pee inside of her. She got completely dressed and rushed out of the office. Every step felt like knives going into her bladder.
One hand held her ultrasound records while the other held her crotch. She ran across the parking lot and to her car, where she fumbled with her keys to get it started. The heat in the car made it even worse. She was shaking and squirming in her seat, moaning and grabbing her crotch.
She was speeding down the road. She was unlucky enough to encounter multiple red lights.
Carrie spurted into her pants. Every time a wave hit, she would leak more and it would take more to get it under control. There was a visible urine stain on her pants. Her urethra burned from holding in so much fluid. Her bladder ached, begging to be emptied. Her clit was soaked with urine.
When she pulled into her driveway, she yanked the key out of the ignition and stood, but a wave hit and forced her back down into her seat. She sat there for a minute as the urine pleaded to be released. Her bladder hurt so bad that she could barely walk, but she gritted her teeth and sprinted to the house. One of her hands unlocked the door and the other grabbed hard at her crotch. An ocean of pee was pent up inside of her, screaming to be released.
When she got inside, she leaked with every step she took. One big wave hit and she doubled over in agony, crying and sweating. She spurted a lot into her pants. This leak didn't stop, though. She ran into the bathroom and desperately tried to undo her jeans, all while peeing herself. The pain was so intense. Carrie's poor bladder was stretched beyond it's limit. It felt like it was going to rupture at any moment. She was crying from the immense throbbing. It hurt so bad that she just gave up. She fell back on the toilet and let the liquid explode out of her at full force into her jeans. She could hear it hissing out and splashing in the toilet. The relief was so great that she moaned from it. Her bladder finally emptied. After two minutes, she was still on the toilet, letting the last few drips come out.
She had no regrets about releasing her bladder into her jeans. There were pins and needles in her belly from the pain. She sighed and let her head fall back.
What a day. |
Mandy and Erica walked into the mall and felt the cool rush of the air conditioning. It was so hot outside that day, and both girls were glad to be inside after the long walk from the car. Mandy just started to feel some pressure in between her legs. She knew it wasn't the best idea to drink an entire large sweet tea on the way there, but she loved drinking tea every chance she got. They started walking around the mall to find one of their favorite clothing stores. Both girls were dressed cute that day. Mandy was wearing pink shorts, a white tank top, and her black flip flops. She liked to dress comfortably while still showing off her nice legs and perky boobs for all the guys to see. Erica was wearing tight, black spandex shorts, a blue t shirt, and her favorite pair of white flip flops. She too wanted to be just comfortable on this hot day.
As they approached the store, Mandy felt increasing pressure between her legs. She just finished her tea 10 minutes ago, and was surprised it was already filling up her bladder! They began looking around the store and after 15 minutes, Erica had picked out a few things to try on. Mandy followed over her to the changing rooms and waited for Erica to try on a couple pairs of shorts. Whenever they would go shopping together, they'd always show each other the clothes they were trying on. Erica went into the changing room, and as Mandy waited, her attention was drawn to the steadily filling bladder. All the tea was making her bladder feel heavy, which caused her to cross her legs to make her more comfortable. A couple minutes went by and Erica finally came out to show Mandy the shorts she wanted to buy.
"How do these look?" Erica said, spinning around so Mandy could see form all angles.
"Yeah, those look great! Mandy replied. "Can you hurry up and change again, so we can go find a bathroom?"
"You peed right before we left your house!" Erica said. "Let me change and checkout, then we'll go find a bathroom."
Erica went back into the changing room and began changing out of the mint green shorts and back to her spandex shorts. Mandy's bladder was becoming pretty by this point, but she continued to hang on since she knew they'd find a bathroom soon. Erica came out of the changing room and they both walked to the checkout station. Unfortunately for Mandy, there was a line of 6 people ahead of them.
"So, I really like they way these new shorts fit... They make my butt look great and they don't show my pantyline!" Erica said.
"Yeah I know! Now if only this line would hurry up! I really gotta pee!" Mandy replied.
"Come on, Mandy, you can't be that desperate yet. You just peed when we left your house." Erica always liked to make fun of Mandy's small bladder. Erica works out a lot, and therefore, drinks a lot of water. She's trained her bladder to more and for longer so that she can last a while even when she's had a lot to drink. Mandy's bladder, on the other hand, is really small and unable to hold for a long time. Her mother and her sister are the same way; she said it runs in the family.
"I knowwww" Mandy uncrossed and crossed her legs again, her flip flops slapping on the tile floor, "But I drank so much tea. Please just let me go when we're done here."
A few minutes went by, as the checkout line moved. Mandy kept crossing and uncrossing her legs the entire time. Erica finally got her turn and paid for her new shorts. The girls walked out of the store and began their search for a bathroom. Mandy's tiny bladder was almost to full capacity now. "I gotta go pee so bad!!!" she pleaded.
"Hold on. I wanna go in this store real quick and buy some new panties. I promise it'll only be five minutes. You can hold your pee!" Erica said as she directed Mandy into another store. They looked around and Erica picked out some new underwear that she wanted.
Mandy's bladder felt so heavy and swollen by now. She felt like she was going to burst any second. She started shifting her legs and holding her crotch. "Erica, I reallyyyy gotta pee! Hurry up!!"
"Oh my god. Fine. Ill check out and we'll go." Erica made her way to the check out and paid for her new underwear. She had picked out three new thongs, all with stripes, as that was her favorite style.
The girls started walking to the nearest bathroom. Mandy was about to burst! Her bladder filled so fast and she wasn't good at holding it to begin with.
"I see the sign!" she exclaimed!
The bathrooms were straight ahead and to the left down a hallway.
"Im about to pee my pants!" Mandy said in desperation. "My bladder is so full after all that tea I drank."
"You better not have to go on the way home, cause I am NOT stopping for you." Erica sternly explained. Her and Mandy were great friends but nothing annoyed her more than stopping in the middle of a car ride for a potty break.
Mandy's desperation worsened the closer she got to the bathroom. Her bladder was overstretched and full of pee. She finally made it to the bathroom but was greeted with a group of three young girls. She knew she couldn't push herself in front of innocent children. She stood there, pee dancing, as she awaited her turn. The sound of flushing toilets was torture for her. She doubled over and grabbed her crotch tightly and pushed her finger into her pee hole to prevent any leaks. A stall opened, and one of the girls went inside. Soon enough, another stall opened and the next girl went in. A small leak dribbled out from Mandy's tight bladder. She knew there wasn't much time. Finally, another stall opened and Mandy was up next. "I need to pee sooooo bad!!!" she muttered to herself. A toilet flushed and another stall opened. Mandy darted inside and locked the door. She frantically unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. She felt a couple more drops come out as she positioned herself over the toilet. She then peeled down her shorts and her purple thong and sat down on the toilet. She released all the tension that was holding her bladder shut and let out a loud, powerful stream of clear pee. She was embarrassed at how loud and hissy it was, but it felt so good that she just didn't care. Pee rushed out of her for about 30 seconds, and then slowed to a trickle. She sighed and rubbed her aching bladder. After the last few drops escaped, she wiped herself and put her clothes back on. After leaving the stall and washing her hands, she met back up with Erica.
"What took you so long???"
"You don't understand... It felt so good to finally go potty!" |
After lunch, the two girls decided to separate for a bit. Erica wanted to go look at new running shoes, and Mandy wanted to visit her friend Lizzy, who works at Hollister.
"Oh hey there!" Lizzy exclaimed as soon as she saw Mandy.
"Hey! How are you doing?" Mandy replied.
"Oh... not too bad..." Lizzy and the other girls working were trying to promote the store's new line of swimwear. Lizzy was wearing a black bikini top, which showed off her large boobs quite well, really short dark blue denim shorts, and black flip flops. Lizzy was rather tall, with smooth, tan legs. Underneath her shorts, she was wearing a lime green thong.
Mandy could tell Lizzy was uncomfortable. She stood with her legs crossed tightly and shuffled around every few seconds. You could hear her flip flops slide across the floor every time she changed her position.
"So, how has work been today?" Mandy asked. Her bladder was filling up again from all the water she drank at lunch but she still wanted to hang out and see Lizzy and do some more shopping.
"It was soooo busy this morning!!! I got here at 8:00, and I didn't get my usual morning break..." Lizzy looked at her phone and it was now 1:17. "I can't take my break until 1:30!"
"Oh thats not so bad then. Youve got like 10 more minutes," Mandy just brushed it off.
Lizzy clenched her thighs tighter and leaned in, "I gotta pee sooooo bad!" she whined.
Mandy's bladder was quickly becoming heavier and heavier, so she was thinking about her growing need too. "You can hold it," she said this partially to reassure her friend but also for her own sake. "Im going to look around for a bit" she said as she walked away.
"Hey!... Wait here until I go on break!" Lizzy said as she doubled-over in desperation.
Mandy quickly browsed the tank tops but then moved on to the sandals. She found a pair she liked and wanted to try them on. She kicked off her flip flops and bent over to slip the sandals onto her feet. As soon as she reached her toes, she felt her bladder being squeezed. A dribble of pee came out, followed by a gentle moan. She realized just how full her bladder was now. She glanced at her phone: 1:25. Only 5 more minutes before Lizzy went on break. Mandy tried to slide the sandals off her feet without bending over again, but she just couldn't do it. She had to lean over again, causing another leak in her already damp panties. She hung them back up and walked over to Lizzy, hoping she could leave early. Mandy's bladder felt really full. It was already harder for her to hold it when she drank water, as it made her bladder feel really heavy.
"Can you leave yet? I really have to pee too!"
"Yeah we can go now... Ive been waiting long enough. I gotta go potty soooo bad!!!"
The two girls left the store and quickly walked to find a bathroom. Lizzy was always kinda curious about Mandy and she knew just how to make this work to her benefit.
"I've been holding my pee for soooo long," Lizzy explained. "And you know how I get when I have to pee..." Lizzy was very much like Mandy in this regard. When her bladder started to fill, it filled up fast since its so small. Lizzy always became very irritable when she has to pee, since her bladder is weak.
"Oooohhhh i gotta go pee too!!!!" Mandy pleaded.
"Theres a bathroom right around the corner here," Lizzy said as she led Mandy down the hall. After a few more steps, Lizzy opened the door to the single-stall family restroom. "Theres never a line here, so its where I always go pee." Lizzy nudged Mandy into the bathroom with her and closed the door. "Wow Im about to burst haha!"
"Wow all that water is going right through me," Mandy said as she shuffled around. Lizzy ripped off her shorts, peeled down her panties, and took a seat on the toilet. "Lizzy, hurry up, I gotta go peeeee!!!"
A single drip escape Lizzy's bladder. She began to smile. Then, a trickle started to come out, which quickly grew to a thick stream. Lizzy was enjoying the sweet relief she had been anxiously waiting for, while Mandy was still hanging on. As Lizzy finished up and wiped, Mandy started undressing. She unbuttoned her pink shorts and let them fall to the floor. She shaked them off of her legs and then noticed she was barefoot. In her desperation, she was too distracted to remember her flip flops at the store. A trickle of pee ran from her bright purple panties, down her leg, and onto her right foot. "Lizzy! Hurry up!!! I can't hold it!" she yelled. "Im leaking!"
Lizzy stood up and Mandy sat down after pulling down her panties. Mandy always peed with her legs open, and this gave Lizzy a priceless view. Clear pee gushed out of Mandy's desperate bladder. Mandy inspected her panties, which were wet from her leaks. "Nooo, I just got these" she informed Lizzy.
"Here, mine are mostly dry," Lizzy said as she took off her lime green thong, "We wear the same size underwear anyway,"
Mandy's bladder was now empty and completely deflated. She wiped herself clean and switched panties. "Thank you! But what about my shoes?"
Lizzy put her shorts back on, as she was now going commando. "Just come with me, I dont think you'll get caught. Security isn't too strict about people not wearing shoes anyway," |
“Wyatt.”
Wyatt Clarkson turned at the sound of the familiar voice, still laughing from the story he’d just finished telling. “Hey, buddy!” he greeted Bella Graham, the tall girl standing behind him. “Time to go?”
Bella nodded. She didn’t smile, but Bella rarely smiled. Her facial expression really wasn’t an indicator of her mood, as Wyatt well knew. He wasn’t bothered by Bella’s resting bitch face, or anything else about the somewhat intimidating high schooler.
If there was one word to describe Bella Graham, it was “fierce.” As a senior in high school, the18-year-old was nearly 6 feet tall and broad-shouldered. She played a sport a season – soccer, swimming, and softball – and had a generally grim, take-no-shit demeanor that cowed both opponents on the field and in the pool and peers in the hallways of school. It wasn’t that Bella was mean; she was just quiet and unexcitable. But a 6-foot-tall girl with an unsmiling face was automatically assumed to be cold and unfriendly.
Wyatt knew better, of course. He and Bella had known each other their entire lives. They grew up in the same apartment complex, and their parents participated in a nanny share. They’d gone to all the same schools and, even though they took divergent social paths, they’d remained friends. Today, during one of her rare breaks between sports seasons, Bella had offered to drive Wyatt home after a shared Key Club volunteering event downtown.
Grateful for the ride, Wyatt bid a quick good=bye to his friends and followed Bella to the parking garage. Briefly, he noticed that his bladder was reasonably full, but the drive out of the city and to their suburban apartment was only about 45 minutes, so he wasn’t too worried.
Wyatt didn’t worry about much. He had always been a cheerful child and had blossomed into a pleasant version of a stereotypical class clown in middle school and high school. He frequently spoke in silly voices and accents, but he was so friendly and unflappable that he escaped most of the annoyance that others would have garnered. Teachers appreciated the fact that he wouldn’t interrupt class with his antics, and friends knew him as a reliable source of a laugh in stressful situations.
“Thanks for the ride, LB,” Wyatt said cheerfully as he climbed into the front seat.
“Anytime, pal,” Bella replied, the corner of her mouth quirking up at the nickname.
Since they were young, Wyatt had christened Bella with all manner of odd permutations of her full name. He couldn’t pronounce “Isabella” as a child, and he took to coming up with silly pet names – ‘Za, Patti LaBelle, and, the one he ultimately settled on, Liberty Bell, now shortened to LB.
Bella never minded. As intense as she was on the field (and in the pool, and, well, in general), she had a definite soft spot for Wyatt. There was an affection borne of 18 years of shared experience; Bella felt more comfortable around Wyatt then she did around pretty much anyone else. His humor and easy smile was a welcome break from the intimidation she usually elicited from others.
Wyatt certainly wasn’t intimidated by Bella. If anything, he was in awe of the skilled, respected girl – woman – his friend had grown into. He was sure Bella could handle anything and make it look easy.
Like now. Almost instantly, they had pulled into traffic. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, of course, being rush hour downtown, but there was apparently some construction that was compounding the usual gridlock. Most drivers would be irritated, Wyatt thought, but Bella looked completely unruffled.
Objectively, the traffic should have been much more nerve-wracking to Wyatt, but his inherent good nature kept him from getting too worked up. Instead, he kept up a steady chatter of entertaining stories, the kind that amused Bella without really requiring her participation.
But the traffic was relentless. Even with a few clever self-imposed detours, it took them 45 minutes just to get to the bypass, when it normally would have taken 15.
Wyatt checked the clock and tensed when he saw the time. They should have been home by now, but they were just pulling onto the highway. He really had to pee, now. Not just “wow, I have to go,” but “if I don’t go soon, there’s going to be a problem.”
Without even noticing, Wyatt had stopped storytelling. Bella, who was used to quiet, didn’t really find this strange.
Without even noticing, Wyatt had started jiggling his left leg. Bella, who knew that he wasn’t a fidgety person by nature, did find this strange.
After a minute or so, with no real sounds but the general whoosh of the car speeding along the freeway, Bella finally voiced her concern.
“You OK there, pal?”
“Mmm?” Wyatt blinked and looked over at his friend. Her mild look of confusion was enough to make him realize that he was bouncing his knee up and down in a terribly obvious manner.
“Oh, I-“ Wyatt started to make some joking excuse, but an unexpected surge from his bladder cut him off and forced him to jerk his thighs together.
“Wy?” Bella was verging on legitimate worry now.
Wyatt inhaled deeply as he regained a sense of control. Without the immediate feeling of desperation, he managed a smile. “No worries, LB,” he tried to assure her.
Bella arched an eyebrow, and Wyatt couldn’t help but grin. He should’ve known better than to try to lie to her. They knew each other too well for that.
“It’s fine, Bells,” he promised. “I just have to pee. I thought we’d be home by now, but it’s no big deal.”
Bella winced sympathetically. “Sorry, Wy,” she said. “Not too much longer.”
Wyatt laughed good-naturedly. “Thanks, mom. I’m completely unfamiliar with the geography of my own city, so I had no concept of how far away we are.”
Bella punched him lightly on the shoulder. She was grateful, at least, that Wyatt wasn’t in trouble enough to lose his sense of humor. They were speeding along the bypass toward the main highway; now that traffic was moving, they should make it back home in good time.
Wyatt kept bouncing his knee; the movement helped keep his muscles engaged and his need at bay. But without the sublimated embarrassment of trying to keep his full bladder a secret, he was able to relax a bit and resume conversation.
Twenty minutes went by smoothly. Wyatt’s need was definitely urgent, but they were close to home. As long as he could keep his legs pressed together, he’d be fine.
On the highway, Bella rounded the last curve before their exit. She put on her turn signal to indicate the move to the off-ramp, then gasped softly.
The exit ramp was almost entirely full – two lanes of backed-up cars, waiting at the light at the top of the overpass.
Bella applied the brakes as gently as she could, so as not to further jostle Wyatt, but the unexpectedly quick stop still jolted him enough to leak for the first time. Wyatt grunted and paused for a half second before shoving his hand between his legs to ease the pressure.
Bella pressed her lips together as she pulled to a stop at the back of the line. She glanced over at Wyatt and saw a fine sheen of sweat on his temple.
“OK, Wy?” she asked with the slighted bit of hesitation. She didn't know how to make him feel better. As hilarious as Wyatt was on a daily basis, he never made jokes about accidents or wetting, a habit that went back to their childhood. Bella had taken longer than most to stay dry at night and had cried copiously the first time she'd woken up to a wet bed when Wyatt was sleeping over. They'd only been 7 at the time, but Wyatt had hugged her and promised that it was OK and that he'd never laugh at her for something like that.
Wyatt smiled sheepishly, his fist still pressing down between his thighs. “Are the whites of my eyes yellow? ‘Cause I feel like I’m at a point where even Mr. Vinson would let me have a hall pass.”
“We’re almost there,” Bella said in an attempt to be reassuring, but Wyatt grimaced.
He knew what a long exit ramp line at this time of day meant. Since the city had grown over the past decade or so, the population of the suburbs had exploded, and the existing civil planning layout of the city hadn’t been able to keep up. To get to their apartment complex, they had to make a left onto the big road running parallel to the highway, which meant they had to make a specific right into the left turn lane in the cross road from the exit ramp. There was only one left turn lane to accommodate the traffic coming from both directions on the highway, and the lights further south on the parallel road created more congestion, so even a green left-turn signal didn’t mean there would be room for anyone to turn. Under normal circumstances, up to 10 cars could make the turn during each light cycle. During peak times, like now, each light cycle averaged maybe 2 cars.
And Bella and Wyatt sat at the very bottom of the exit ramp. They had to make it onto the cross road before they could even join the snail’s-paced left turn lane. At the very least, Wyatt was looking at another 20 minutes before they could get past the light.
And Wyatt didn’t have 20 minutes.
The painful pressure in his lower abdomen seemed to impossibly intensify with the knowledge that he had to wait. He’d only meant to hold himself for a few seconds (well, he hadn’t really intended to have to hold himself at all), but now, he couldn’t move his hand for fear of losing it.
The car inched forward, silently. Wyatt continued to squirm, mentally cursing Bella’s dislike of the radio. He couldn’t bring himself to speak, and the silence only seemed to highlight the rustling sounds of his fidgeting.
The minutes dragged on, and Wyatt’s situation deteriorated. He’d started leaking again, purely out of need, despite having as tight of a grip on himself as he could through his skinny jeans and relentless twitching of his legs and writhing of his hips.
He felt terrible for making such a scene. Not that he wasn’t used to making scenes, of course, but those were all scenes of his own making, for entertainment purposes. The stark difference in circumstances tore at Wyatt; he wanted to throw himself out the passenger door.
Bella kept stealing glances at her imperiled friend as they finally reached the light at the top of the exit ramp. Wyatt’s face was crumpled in humiliation, and the visual made Bella’s stomach twist. Throughout high school, she’d found herself believing that Wyatt had actually lost the capacity to feel shame; his exploits were so brazen, and he never so much as blushed. Now, he looked like he was about to cry.
Though neither of them had said anything, they’d both been running over several contingency plans, all deemed impossible. There was a gas station on the left (there was too much traffic coming in the opposite direction to make the turn into the parking lot), a mall down the road (at this point, the mall would be too crowded to find a parking spot and get inside with any sense of dignity), and a Burger King on the right (no way could they cross over 3 lanes of traffic to make the turn). They were stuck in their current lane – the only option was to keep going.
In the passenger seat, Wyatt twisted his hips, feeling another leak. His shoulders slumped; his jeans were definitely damp beneath his hand.
Brake lights shone in front of them once more, and Bella stopped the car. At the rate they were going, they were still at least 3 light cycles from making the turn.
Wyatt tried to suppress a moan, but it ended up coming out as a squeak. He saw Bella glance over at him, and he paused.
“…I’m not gonna make it.”
If Bella hadn’t had the radio off, she wouldn’t have heard Wyatt’s nearly-whispered concession. She didn’t know what to say. She wanted to contradict him, tell him it was going to be fine, but she knew him well enough to know that his tone of voice was painfully serious.
“Wyatt…”
Even if she’d been planning on saying anything else, she would have stopped at the oddly overwhelming sound of liquid on fabric.
Wyatt squeezed his eyes shut. The lack of visual input prevented him from seeing Bella’s aghast look, but shutting down one of his senses only seemed to highlight the mortifying feeling of heat spreading down his thighs as he lost control. His dreadful skinny jeans didn’t leave much room for flow, and urine quickly soaked all the way around his thighs, pooling in his lap and on the seat beneath him.
He could feel the car moving forward again, briefly. They stopped all too soon, and Wyatt felt piss drip past his knees. The patter of urine dripping onto the car mats echoed in the quiet interior.
Realistically, Wyatt knew that it hadn’t been forever – it hadn’t even been a full traffic light cycle – but it felt like he was wetting himself for ages. Well, any amount of time was really too long to be wetting yourself in the first place, he thought morosely.
As Bella inched the car forward yet again, Wyatt’s stream tapered off. He finally opened his eyes, breathless with humiliation.
“I…” he stammered. As uncomfortable as he was, the thought of sitting in continued silence was even more aversive.
“Isabella, I’m so sorry,” he said softly. “I really didn’t…God, I feel so stupid…I’m sorry, I’ll-“ His voice caught, and he had to stop to compose himself. Bella didn’t speak, and the silence was suffocating.
“I feel so stupid,” Wyatt continued, his voice softer than Bella had ever heard it. “I thought…I’m sorry, I’m such an idiot, I promise I’ll get your car cleaned. I’m so, so sorry…” Unable to go on, Wyatt tried to blink away the tears pooling in his eyes.
After a few moments, during which they managed to pull to the very front of the left turn lane before the light turned red again, Bella opened her mouth.
“Why don’t you ever call me Bella?”
Wyatt finally turned his head to look at his friend, dazed. “What?”
“Everyone else calls me Bella,” she continued. “But even when you’re not calling me LB, you use my full name. The teachers call me Bella, all my friends call me Bella, even my parents call me Bella. Why don’t you?”
Wyatt furrowed his eyebrows slightly. Bella glanced over at him, her look confirming that she actually wanted an answer.
“I…” Wyatt paused for a second. “I’m not your other friends,” he said simply. Bella caught his eye again, and he flicked his eyes downward. The evidence of his accident stared back at him, so he settled for looking at the gear shift.
“We’ve known each other forever,” he went on. “Not a whole lot of people have been friends their whole lives, and definitely not like you and me.” He shrugged, a natural reflex to minimize the emotion of his words, borne of being a teenager. “I guess my names for you are my way of reflecting that. Of saying that we’re not just regular, old high school friends.”
“Exactly,” Bella declared, and her tone of voice made Wyatt look up again. To his surprised, she was smiling. Well, as much as Bella ever smiled, anyway. The bemused look on his face made Bella exhale, a brief snicker.
“We’re not like other friends, doofus,” Bella said affectionately. “We’ve been friends forever and we’re going to be friends forever and you don’t have to apologize to me, especially for something that’s not your fault.”
Wyatt snorted derisively, half-shrugging. His heart warmed with Bella’s proclamation of loyalty, but the pressing feeling of wetness all around his lower half prevented him from being able to fully shake off the acute throes of mortification.
“Wy, it’s really not your fault,” Bella insisted. “Traffic’s a bitch. It could’ve happened to anyone.”
“Not you.” Wyatt’s reply was matter-of-fact, not bitter.
Bella raised an incredulous eyebrow as the light changed and they finally made the left. “Wy, you know I peed the bed until I was 10. You’ve seen me puke after practices.”
“That’s…” Wyatt sighed. “It’s not the same, and you know it.” He hated how he felt – so ashamed and out of control. “Puking after a brutal soccer practice and wetting the bed as a kid aren't even close to pissing yourself in broad daylight as a legal adult.”
“It’s just me, Wyatt,” Bella said earnestly. “I know it sucks, but I promise, I don’t care. No one is ever going to know.”
Wyatt looked up and gave Bella a sad, rueful smile. “I know you don’t care, Liberty Bell,” he assured her. “But that makes it worse.”
Bella’s face twisted in confusion. They were two minutes from home.
“You’re so put-together, LB,” Wyatt said, his voice wistful and admiring. “And I know we’re friends, but we’re like characters in a play. You’re the warrior princess, and I’m the court jester. The fool. The village idiot who can’t even-“ Wyatt cut himself off, unable to re-vocalize his accident.
Bella sighed deeply before speaking. “Wyatt, you know I’m not good with words like you are, but I’m gonna try. First, I’m not a warrior princess. I’m a high school student, just like you. I score goals and runs; you make people laugh. Why is one better or more valuable than the other?”
She looked sideways at her friend, but his gaze was fixed on the door handle.
“I know I can’t make you feel better right now, but I can’t let you honestly believe that you’re not awesome and brilliant. You’re probably my favorite person in the world, and I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”
Bella finished her speech just as she turned into the apartment complex. The car remained quiet as she maneuvered around the parking lot and pulled into her spot in front of their building. She looked over at Wyatt as she turned off the ignition.
Wyatt stared at the door for another moment before raising his eyes to meet Bella’s. “Those were some pretty good words, there, Bells,” he said, his gently teasing tone clearly grateful.
Bella smiled slightly and nodded, acknowledging Wyatt’s acknowledgement. “Want me to pull closer to your door?” Their respective apartments were close, but she didn’t want him to have to walk farther than necessary in his wet pants.
Wyatt shook his head, still abashed. “I’ll be fine,” he answered. “Want…want me to come by tomorrow to take the car in to get cleaned?”
Bella knew better than to pity her best friend. She dug in her purse and handed him her spare keys. “Just text me before you come get it, OK?”
Wyatt attempted a smile as he took Bella’s keys. “Thanks, LB,” he murmured, the words coming out meeker than he intended. He opened his mouth as if to say something else, then pressed his lips together, gave Bella a grateful look, then turned and pulled himself out of the car.
Bella let out a long exhale as she watched her best friend walk toward his apartment, slightly hunched over. Her heart ached for his awful experience, but she’d known him a long time. He’d be making her laugh again before she knew it.
Edited July 16, 2017 by Sapphire3619
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I wrote most of this story several years ago, but got stuck with the ending and gave up on it. But then a few months ago I was looking through some of my half written stories I gave up on over the years, and I saw this story was the closest to completion, plus I liked what I had written so far a few years ago. So I finally managed to write an ending for it that I was satisfied with.
Note: This story is roughly 4,400 words long.
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The Long Sports Game
Lauren was a huge sports fan, so when she heard her favorite team made it to the grand finals Lauren had immediately bought tickets for herself. And since the games were 6 hours away she had signed up for a bus ride to and from the game, a bus that would be filled with plenty of other local fans. Lauren chose to wear a short sleeve blue shirt with the team's logo on it, and a short pair of blue jean shorts for the day.
When Lauren first boarded the bus she soon realized that out of 40+ passengers she was the only woman on the bus. Lauren didn't mind being the only woman on board, as she was soon swept up in the party atmosphere. The soda and beer Lauren and everyone else was drinking was technically being sold by the bus company, but Lauren didn't have to pay for any of it as at least half a dozen guys on board bought drinks for her.
Lauren had expected with all the drinking going on, and the lack of a bathroom on board, that the bus would stop at a rest stop eventually. However, when the bus did stop after 3 hours, it was only to pull over to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Lauren had drank at least a half dozen beverages by then, and could have used a bathroom break. And yet, Lauren was the only one to stay on the bus while all the men relieved themselves in the bushes, many within plain sight of Lauren through the windows of the bus. No one seemed to think of Lauren and her needs as the men got back on the bus and resumed their drinking and journey.
Despite her disappointment over the lack of a proper reststop, Lauren resumed to be swept up in the party atmosphere and continued to let the guys buy her more drinks. Lauren was sure that she could wait till they got to the stadium and then use the ladies room there before the game started.
Unfortunately for the group, traffic got a lot worse the second half of the trip, so instead of arriving a half an hour early, the group was at least 5 minutes late as the bus pulled into its parking spot. By the time the group arrived at the stadium Lauren had allowed herself to down another half dozen beverages of beer and/or soda. Lauren hadn't peed in over 7 hours and really needed a piss by now as she nearly hobbled off the bus.
To Lauren's disappointment, the first thing the men on the bus all did when getting out was line up against a nearby fence to piss again. Lauren knew some women would squat down by the fence for a pee as well outside of stadiums, but Lauren wasn't that kind of a woman. Plus, there was no way Lauren was exposing herself for a piss in front of 40+ guys who had been strangers to her before boarding the bus, and who knows how many hidden cameras around the stadium.
Lauren rushed ahead of the guys to present her ticket to get inside the stadium, and she hurried towards the nearest ladies rooms. At first Lauren was relieved to see no line at the ladies room for once as she approached. But then Lauren got closer and saw a sign was taped to the door, with dread Lauren read "Out of Order due to plumbing issues". Lauren groaned as she tried the door to the ladies room anyway, but it was locked, as she expected.
Lauren hurried over to the only other ladies room in the stadium, located at the opposite end of the stadium. But of course there was a long line of women already ahead of her. Also, because of the location of the restroom, Lauren couldn't see a thing going on in the game, which had already started. After a couple of minutes of the line for the ladies room not moving, the sports fan in Lauren got the better of her. Lauren rushed back to her seat to watch the game, still unrelieved.
The men were already in their seats when Lauren arrived, and were ordering refreshments from a vendor. Lauren's good looks and the guys kindness ended up getting her a free hotdog for dinner, as well as an extra large 42 oz cup of soda. Lauren quickly downed the hotdog, and despite her bladder's complaints, she kept on steadily downing her extra large soda the next few hours while watching the game.
Even though Lauren was glued to the match, which was quite close all game, she kept glancing at the only available ladies room during the game. Lauren hoped to be able to rush in for a quick piss when there wasn't a line, yet every time she checked the line seemed to be longer than before.
As the game wore on for several hours, Lauren could tell that a number of the guys in her group needed to use the bathroom again after all the beer and soda they were drinking at the game. But like Lauren, none of the guys made a move for the toilet, the game was too intoxicating to miss any of it. Plus none of the guys had to pee as badly as Lauren did, though Lauren was well practiced at covering up her need to urinate, so she doubted any of the guys realized her plight. In fact, Lauren became certain the guys were clueless that she hadn't had a piss in 9 hours when she finished her 42 oz soda cup, and one of the guys bought her another one without even asking if she wanted another. Not wanting to be rude, and feeling trapped, a desperate Lauren started slowly sucking down her second 42 oz soda cup. Lauren was just glad none of the guys were brazen enough to start pissing into their empty soda cups.
Despite Lauren's desperate plight, the game, which lasted nearly 4 hours, ended up being well worth the trip when her team took the lead at the last minute and won. Still, as the group of 40 got up to dance around and celebrate their team's victory, it was clear nearly everyone really needed a bathroom break with all the leg crossing and crotch grabbing Laruen saw. Lauren had by now gone over 11 hours without a bathroom break herself, and she was determined to avoid waiting at least another 6 hours during her bus ride home.
Lauren whispered to one of the guys who had been most generous to her with the free drinks "please have the bus wait for me, I need to use the ladies room before we go", and quickly ran off before he could answer.
Even with someone to attempt to make the bus wait for her, Lauren knew she had no more than 10 minutes to use the bathroom and get back to the bus. The bus driver had promised the bus would leave within 10 minutes of the game ending. So after a minute of waiting in the long line for the ladies room, and realizing she could never make it inside in time and still make the bus, Lauren left the line and looked around for another option.
Lauren thought she had found her answer when she saw the nearby men's room, surely they wouldn't mind letting a desperate woman use the stall she thought. But the line for the men's room to was too long for Lauren to wait in. Knowing 3 minutes had already passed since the game had ended, Lauren half ran and half hobbled to the other side of the stadium, where she knew the other men's room was next to the out of order ladies room. But luck wasn't with Lauren there either, as that line was even longer. And sure enough when Lauren tried to cut in line she found that no one was letting anyone cut in the line, especially not a woman who didn't even belong in the men's room line in the first place.
Feeling increasingly frustrated at her plight, Lauren checked her watch, 7 minutes had passed since the game ended. Lauren knew she had no choice but to make sure she didn't miss the bus at this point, as no matter what her bladder told her Lauren couldn't risk being stranded without a ride home. As Lauren hobbled into the stadium's parking lot towards the bus she couldn't help but see countless men, and indeed even a bunch of women, all lined up against the fence having the pee Lauren herself badly needed after all her heavy drinking. Yet just like before, there was no way Lauren was going to drop her jeans, squat down by a fence, and pee in front of hundreds of strangers and who knows how many cameras. Besides, Lauren had wasted so much time trying to use the ladies and men's rooms in the stadium that she didn't even have the time to use the fence anymore.
Lauren only just made it back to the bus in time, she was greeted by the angry driver telling her "you're late lady" as she hobbled on board, making it clear he was in no mood to delay the group any farther on account of her. As she sat in her seat Lauren wondered why she couldn't have just paid extra to stay at a motel for the night, so she wouldn't have to worry about a 6 plus hour ride back home, all while still not having pissed in over 11 hours.
It was only then that Lauren realized that the guy she had sat down to was the same guy who Lauren had asked to hold the bus for her. As the bus started to pull out onto the road the guy leaned over to Lauren and whispered "hey you were able to use the ladies room weren't you? I feared you'd take a lot longer then that with the lines, so did the driver which was why he was so pissed off".
Lauren almost confessed the truth to him about how desperate she still was for a leak. But he was still a stranger on a bus full of male strangers who Lauren had never met before today. The thought of confessing it to a complete stranger was too embarrassing to Lauren, as was openly doing a pee dance to make it obvious to the whole bus that she had to piss badly. So Lauren simply replied to his whisper with a whispered back "Yeah I was able to have a leak, thanks for being such a gentleman".
The partying and party atmosphere on the bus soon resumed, just like on the way to the game, but with even more drinking then before. Because Lauren was too embarrassed to admit her plight to any of the male passengers, and was excellent at hiding how desperately she had to pee, Lauren got yet more free drinks from the guys, most of which were from the man sitting next to her.
After 2 hours of riding Lauren had already drank another half dozen cups of soda and beer. After 13 hours of heavy drinking and holding it without relief Lauren was beginning to seriously consider stepping out of the bus with the guys to squat down in the bushes and pee at the next 'reststop' by the side of the road. Lauren was beginning to get so desperate for a piss that she could feel herself getting nearer the end of her rope. On top of all that, the bus was hitting much worse traffic on the way home, so Lauren was certain that the ride home would take at least an hour longer then the ride to the stadium, and that the driver would be even less inclined to stop at a proper rest-stop for her if she asked. At one point during the ride Lauren traded places with the guy next to her for the window seat, in hopes that she would have more opportunities to squirm around in desperation without anyone noticing.
Yet after 2 and a half hours of riding, now in the dead of night, Lauren found her seat swap might not have been the best idea. When the driver pulled the bus over on the side of the road for another pee break, Lauren's seatmate was sound asleep, and didn't wake up on his own from the bus stopping. He was also a large guy, and the space between the rows of seats was narrow, so there wasn't enough room for Lauren to simply climb around or over him to get to the aisle. Lauren frantically tried gently waking him up as all the other men on the bus walked by their row of seats and off the bus, but the guy stubbornly remained asleep. When the bus was emptied of everyone but them after a minute, Lauren tried being louder and rougher. "Please wake up already! We're at a pit stop!" Lauren hissed into his ear.
After what felt like an eternity of trying, but was probably just 2 to 3 minutes, Lauren finally got a response. "Huh, what is it" asked the guy, still sounding very drowsy. He bent his head towards the front of the bus, where some of the men were already coming back on board.
"We're pulled over at pit stop, don't you have to pee after all that drinking" asks Lauren, carefully not admitting to her own need that the guy had delayed. She couldn't help but notice the guy's hands reaching near his groin area, as if desperately gripping his penis through his pants.
"Oh yeah, that's a good idea, thanks lady" he muttered as he shook his head. The guy stood up and started to rush towards the exit, but he was slowed by the by now heavy stream of guys getting back on the bus. The bus driver was among them, Lauren heard him shout at the guy to make it fast as he squeezed by the driver.
Lauren would have rushed after the man who had blocked her in her seat to take a leak in the grass after 13 and a half hours of holding it. But with so many guys rushing back on the bus, and the driver clearly in no mood for farther delays she had missed her chance already. Lauren groaned internally as she waited another minute for the guy to return to her row of seats.
The bus pulled back on the road even before Lauren's seatmate had gotten halfway back to his seat, where Lauren let him have the window seat this time around. "Thanks again for waking me up for the pit stop, I really needed to pee badly" her seatmate tells her as he takes his seat. "I hope my nap didn't keep you from taking a pit stop to though, I mean, I noticed you didn't pee with us back there, or at the previous pit stops".
"Oh, I'm good thanks" Lauren lied, though she couldn't help but blush at the man stating the obvious, and having guessed her problem. "Us girls are used to these sorts of things not having pit stops for us, even with all the drinking we do in a party atmosphere like this".
After some more small talk between Lauren and the guy, Lauren resumed to get swept up in the partying on the bus again. The partying of course met that that the man bought Lauren another half dozen beverages of beer and soda the next three hours, as if convinced by Lauren's earlier answer that her bladder wasn't a problem. But the truth was Lauren was dying for a piss worse than ever after 16 and a half hours without leaking a drop.
Lauren glanced around the bus, and realized that after 3 more hours of partying she wasn't the only one feeling it in her bladder. A lot of the guys were obviously in need of a piss once again, including Lauren's seatmate. However, the bus was currently stuck in stop and go traffic due to some late night construction, with a number of construction workers visible in the distance. Lauren crossed and re-crossed her legs as she prayed the bus could find somewhere in private to stop soon for everyone to do their business.
Several minutes later Lauren's prayers were answered, but not at all in the way she wanted. Several of the by now drunk and desperate men forced the bus driver to let them out to piss by the side of the road, with some of the construction workers just 20 feet away. That soon triggered a rush of the other guys to pee by the side of the road in front of the other cars and construction workers.
At first Lauren's nerves failed her, as she let all the guys leave the bus first. Then just as Lauren was about to get up the nerve to join the men in pissing, despite the lack of privacy, she saw some of the construction workers had come over and started to yell at the guys for their public urination. "Oh fuck! When will I ever get to pee again" Lauren moaned to herself in the empty bus as she griped her desperate cunt for dear life. Lauren glanced at her watch, and estimated she still had another 2 hours to go before the bus got back to the home bus stop.
The guys soon returned to the bus in a haste. Lauren's seatmate was clearly quite relieved as he sat back down next to her. "You don't know what you missed Lauren" her seatmate told her. "Those guys threatened to have us all hauled off for public urination, I'm just glad I was able to finish up first".
Lauren shifted uncomfortably in her seat and replied "well it's not your fault that the driver won't stop at a proper rest stop for us like he should". Lauren adjusted her legs again from her desperation, hoping it wasn't obvious what she was doing. Thankfully her seatmate began to talk about other things at that point, and seemed oblivious to her plight.
The last few hours of the bus ride home was the worse for Lauren. With the guys having all been relieved yet again the party atmosphere, and drinking, resumed, and the guys bought Lauren a half dozen more cups of soda & beer, which Lauren felt forced to drink to avoid being rude to the men who thought they were being generous to her.
It ended up taking another 3 hours thanks to traffic for the bus to get back home. Lauren, who hadn't peed in 19 and a half hours by then, was on the verge of a major accident, and wanted to be the first one to rush off the bus. However, reality was Lauren was seated near the back of the bus, and she knew the guys would be slow to get out. So despite her bladder screaming for relief, Lauren decided to remain seated until the other guys all left the bus first, so she could minimize the time standing up, which was sure to be much worse on her bladder.
5 painful minutes later, Lauren and her seatmate were about the only other people left on the bus. Lauren wasn't sure why her seatmate hadn't joined the rush of others leaving to, she had offered to get up to let him out into the aisle, but he had insisted he'd wait with her for the crowd to thin out. When the two of them were finally alone Lauren's seatmate turned to face her. "Come on, I'll walk you to your car".
Lauren shifted her legs around, barely able to keep from grabbing her crotch anymore in front of her seatmate. "That's kind of you, but I'd rather walk myself" Lauren replied. Lauren hadn't actually driven to the bus station, she had walked. Lauren just wanted to rush off to find a ladies room to piss in at long last. And Lauren would rather not have a guy who just a stranger to her 24 hours ago tagging along.
"Well if you insist, I can give you a ride home if you're feeling too exhausted to drive. Or because of the time we could go out for drinks and breakfast together" the guy replied as Lauren finally got up and tried to hurry as best she could off the bus without losing control of her bladder. The guy got up to follow closely behind Lauren
"No thank you, I'm fine, and I really have to get going" insisted Lauren, trying to ditch the guy. All Lauren could think of was getting to a toilet so she could finally pee as she hobbled out of the bus, nearly losing it in front of the guy. Lauren was embarrassed by the thought of how obvious it had to be to the guy that she was so desperate to piss. Fortunately the guy took the hint and went his separate way.
Lauren desperately glanced around for the public restrooms after stepping out of the bus. There were none near where the bus had parked, but Lauren knew where to find one at the station. Since it was now 6:30 AM Lauren had to make her way through the early morning traffic as she made her desperate way to the ladies room.
For a moment Lauren breathed a deep sigh of relief as she saw the sign pointing to the ladies room, knowing she was so near relief at long last. But then when Lauren made her way through the crowds of people walking by she shuddered in disbelief. There was a large out of order sign taped to the door of the ladies room. Lauren desperately tried the door knob anyway, hoping the sign was just some sick prank, but alas the knob refused to turn.
Being too desperate to care anymore who saw her doing it, Lauren openly gripped her crotch with both hands and fidgeted around madly from her overwhelming need to piss. Lauren glanced around the station, desperate for somewhere, anywhere, that she could discretely hide and pee at. But Lauren immediately realized that even if she found such a place she could never hope to pee unnoticed with the rush of morning traffic at the station.
Still feeling quite desperate and defeated, Lauren decided to go with plan B, get herself home as quickly as humanly possible to use her own toilet. Not having a car with her, and knowing there were no bus stops or other forms of public transportation that got her any closer to her house, Lauren started walking home as fast as her legs could carry her. Every time Lauren had to stop at an intersection to wait to cross the street was torture for her nearly overflowing bladder, which was nearing 20 desperate hours without relief.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Lauren could see the front door of her house just as her watch said it was 7 AM. Lauren felt her bladder once again almost losing it at the sight of being so close to her own toilet at long last. Lauren rushed to the front door with one hand firmly gripping her crotch in desperation, and tried the door knob, but of course it didn't work, Laruen had locked it.
Lauren moaned as she gripped her crotch with both hands and fidgeted around like mad, hopping from foot to foot. She was so close to her toilet, her bathroom was practically right next to the front door. But just the thought of removing a hand from her crotch to take out her keys to open the front door was torture to her bladder. But Lauren knew she had to do it in order to get to her toilet, so Laruen took a deep breath and grit her teeth, and reached into her pocket to grab her keys.
That turned out to be the easy part, getting the keys to turn in her doorknob was harder. Lauren knew from experience that it required her to use both her hands to force the key to turn in the key hole to unlock the door. Lauren stuck the key in the slot and tried with all her might to turn the key to unlock the door, only to feel a large spurt of piss escape into her jeans and panties.
"Oh No!" moaned Lauren as she had to grip her moist crotch again with both hand. Lauren didn't have to inspect the damage to know it would be obvious to anyone walking by that she had partially pissed herself if she turned around to face them. "Please open up already door" Lauren begged the lock as she returned her hands to it again. After some more tugging, but thankfully no more leaks, Lauren finally turned the knob and unlocked the door.
"Oh thank god" Lauren moaned in pleasure as she loudly slammed the front door open and ran inside. Lauren wasted no time hobbling the couple foot walk into her bathroom, and ripping her jeans and panties down to her feet in one swift motion. Lauren started to piss a gusher even before she had finished sitting down. Lauren breathed a sigh of deep relief as she continued to piss away, hardly believing how long she had been able to hold on, especially after drinking so much free soda and beer the guys had given her. Lauren's gusher ended up lasting several minutes.
Still, despite how very desperate Lauren had been for a piss much of the time, it had been a wonderful game, and a wonderful night. "It was a tough night on my bladder, but I'd gladly go through it again just to see my team win next year" Lauren said to herself as she finished up in the bathroom, and then headed for bed to take a nap after her sleepless ride back. |
"Nngh..." Nowi rubbed her eyes with her inner elbow, yawning and slowly opening her eyes to not overload her vision with the morning sun. "Why does the day have to start so early in the morning?" Finally, the manakete found the energy to sit up from under her blanket, sliding out from the cover into the open, all alone in this tent out in a forest of Ylisse.
Not too long ago, Nowi had escaped capture and, in her escape, came across Prince Chrom and his merry band of Shepherds. Willing to take her in, she had joined the crusade against the neighboring Plegia, and they were on a march to fight their king now. That's why they had camped out for the night in the woods instead of the more comfortable barracks, though the hard ground hadn't negatively impacted her slumber.
"Are you finally awake, Nowi," asked a voice from outside the fabric walls. She recognized it, Chrom's trusted tactician, Robin. Apparently he was found without any memories in a field, and Chrom still recruited him and kept him close, a testament to the prince's trusting nature that Nowi had also experienced. If anything, the fact that the mage had made such a name for himself in such a short time was an inspiration to a lot of the troops, and made him one to watch.
And, though she had yet to admit it to anyone, Nowi had been keeping an eye on him for other reasons. In the limited conversations she'd had with him, the training he'd given her on killing snakes, she'd developed quite the large crush on Robin. She'd even given him one of her special possessions, a shiny rock she'd yet to find a replacement for. She'd confess some day, she just wanted confirmation he was interested in her too. She saw the way he looked at Chrom.
Lost in fantasizing, Nowi only noticed something happening outside when the entrance flap to the tent slowly began being lifted open. "You there, Nowi," Robin called, at a normal volume to not startle her.
Only then, right before she would have been seen, did she realize she wasn't very presentable. "Don't come in!" She was in the habit of half-undressing to sleep, nothing more than her black panties and dragon scale bra. It wasn't a problem to her, this was strictly a girls' tent, but her underwear was not going to be seen by a boy, especially not Robin.
"Sorry!" The tactician dropped the flap, letting Nowi take her time putting all her clothes on. Her pink short shorts and stockings, tall purple boots, gloves, and that purple cape that provided the most striking part of her attire. Okay, maybe only being partially dressed wasn't that bad, her top was unchanged, but all this felt like it made a difference.
Finally, she packed up her stuff and exited to the open circle they had settled down in. And it really was empty, every other tent was missing, all the supplies were packed up, and every other Shepherd was prepared and waiting around. "Why didn't you wake me up before?"
"Well...we tried," Robin explained. "You slept through every one of our attempts. Then we made the decision not to force a dragon awake. It wasn't worth the risk."
This wasn't the first time her late sleeping had held the team up, but she still felt bad about it. Didn't help that, through no action of her own, she apparently scared them enough that even the warriors wouldn't mess with her. "Sorry about that..." With her head down, she knelt down to pull the anchor pins from the tent's corners and folded up the canvas.
"Don't worry about it," Robin comforted, reaching down to pat her head but stopping just short. Nowi was small, cute, and technically an animal with her dragon transformation, he wasn't the first to instinctively try to treat her like a pet. Normally she'd get a little pouty at being seen like that, but Robin cuddling her like that...she could learn to enjoy that attention. "We still have enough time in the day." Looking around warily, he leaned in close to her large, pointed ears and whispered. "Just get ready to leave quickly. It would seem Frederick's growing impatient."
Like most, Nowi had a morning routine. Not a long or complex one, she didn't have the luxury of prim and proper hygiene, but manaketes shared basically all a human's needs. As such, one of her first priorities in the morning was relieving her bladder of the contents it always gathered during the night. It would only take a minute, everyone would understand if she excused herself behind some plants, but she had kept them waiting for however long already. "I'm good," she decided, taking no time to put herself under consideration.
"Then we march towards Plegia," Chrom called from the head of the party, prompting the team to begin moving south, with those on horseback and pegasi taking the lead. Chrom and Robin stayed near the head, deep in discussing strategy, most everyone else was talking with each other about fairly trivial matters. Nowi, meanwhile, had no one to help pass the time. She had endeared herself to most of the Shepherds, but she hadn't made friends with any of them. Even if they had escaped captivity together, she wasn't very fond of Gregor, and the only other one she could relate to, that could transform into their own creature, was the cold and distant Panne.
That was a big problem, the little dragon could really use the distraction. True, she didn't quite feel like she was on the verge of peeing herself just yet, but that didn't mean she was too far behind. All this walking was exerting her lower half, constant motion and bouncing making the pain more and more evident and pressing. She had yet to show any outward signs of desperation, but she was secretly praying someone like Lissa or Donnel would ask to stop first.
"I'll ask if it gets too bad," that's what she kept telling herself, but even that seemed unlikely. In all the time she had been part of the team, she had never made this need known. She'd never denied it, it had just never come up. Most of her days were spent playing, alone a lot of the time, she just took care of herself when she was on her own and everyone was none the wiser. Having now be the first time she expressed this basic need was...embarrassing. That would make her look like a little kid that couldn't hold herself like the adults.
There was a difference, in her mind at least, between acting like a child and being treated like one. Being energetic, cheerful, and playing around a lot was a choice, it's just how she was. But, despite appearance and personality, she was actually over a millennium old. She was capable, she could fight, she understood the world, she was dependable and wanted to be recognized as such. Everyone else seeing her as a kid would mean they didn't trust her with responsibility, making her nothing more than a burden. Nowi couldn't stand being looked at with pity.
So, until desperation progressed to total emergency, she would keep quiet. Easier said than done. She was by far the oldest Shepherd, but one of the smallest as well, and that limited stature did have its drawbacks. A manakete's bladder was no bigger or stronger than a human's of the same size, putting her capacity at a very limited volume, one that was rapidly running low on wiggle room, making Nowi tremble and shiver under the stress.
Her motions may not have been entirely subtle, which would fit in with everything else about her, because someone noticed. "Something the matter, Nowi? You're shaking." It'd be bad no matter who, but the fact that it was Robin breaking away from his part of the formation to check on her was bittersweet.
Most importantly, he was to be kept far away from her needs. "I-I'm fine, Robin! It's just...a little cold, yeah! There's a breeze!"
Robin looked around, jolting his head in multiple directions. "Odd, I hadn't noticed a draft. Well, I suppose I'm dressed warmer than you." Nowi squeaked in surprise and covered as much bare skin as her arms could manage. Having a guy make a comment about how much she showed in her attire was awkward, even if it was her choice of outfit. The way one of her legs pressed up against the other in the jump may have also had an ulterior motive. Somewhat distracted by her own movements, Nowi didn't notice Robin taking off his black robe until it was draped over her shoulders. "That should help."
Nowi was in an awed silence at the act of kindness, all she could do was gently rub the coat. It was surprisingly soft for a warrior's jacket, and very long. It almost reached Robin's feet, it dragged a lot behind the much shorter girl. The bottom would probably get ruined if she kept it like this, and she'd feel guilty about wearing it under false pretenses. "It's okay, I don't need it. Thanks, though." It also didn't help that, without his robe, Robin just looked wrong.
Shrugging, the tactician took his clothing back, slipping his arms through the sleeves. "If you insist. It's a shame though, I think you look good in it. It matches your hair well." That was it, the kind of compliment that could make any girl's heart skip a beat. Nowi herself forgot to breathe, instead blushing pretty hard and pulling her long, green hair into view. Maybe he had a point, it could be something to think about another time. She continued looking all bashful until she ran out of air, at which point she doubled down on herself and gasped. That was pretty obvious, and Robin rushed to keep her steady and upright. "Are you sure you're alright?"
She was in real pain now. Bending over was pressing her bladder against her stomach, giving her a sense of just how so very full she was. It was awful, the idea of how much pee she was keeping a grip on, and she needed to empty it out so bad. It almost took matters upon itself as a tiny bit trickled into her underwear, just a little. But if she didn't admit her little shame, it would get a whole lot worse before long. "Um, actually...I gotta-"
"Hold up, men," Chrom called from ahead. Everyone stopped walking dead in their tracks, without even the slightest hint of noise. They scanned their surroundings for threats, difficult with all the trees blocking out sunlight, until the prince finally made out the identity of his suspicions. "Risen! Draw your weapons, everyone!"
"We can't efficiently fight here," Robin stated. "There's too many blind spots, and the Risen blend into the darkness too well. We should run ahead into that open field." Just within sight, there was a light at the end of the darkness, a more promising proposition if they could reach it.
"Then we hurry to the meadow," Chrom shouted, running as fast as he could ahead, everyone else dashing or galloping when they had the second to react. None of them dared look, but they all heard the groans of Risen closing in behind them, it felt like they were escaping death's icy grip as they leapt from the shadows to someplace a lot more safe. Except for Nowi, who was no less scared, not with the other threat looming over her.
Still, they couldn't ask for a better arena. Visibility was high, but there were still a lot of shrubbery circles to slow down the enemy, small rivers to keep distance, things that were evoking really bad feelings inside a certain little dragon. But to a tactician, the varied environment was as good as candy, Nowi could see Robin's brown eyes shining. Soon enough, he was delegating orders to each Shepherd, where to move to, how to engage the enemy, no one had any clue how he could process all that so quickly, they just listened when their name was called. Nowi was no different, her attention was only brought back to the moment at hand when she was addressed. "I want you to pair up with me, Nowi."
This would ordinarily be a dream come true, if only it wasn't now. She didn't want anyone to witness her about to have an accident, let alone her crush. She couldn't accept his offer, she needed privacy. "T-that's okay, I can handle myself..."
"It's no trouble." Robin smiled at the manakete, and the team went their separate ways in the directions they were instructed, leaving him and Nowi alone. Once they were out of earshot, the tactician's face dropped into a blank, somewhat disappointed stare. "Alright, we're alone. Will you tell me what's bothering you?"
"I-I can't...not with you here..." Even at her limit, Nowi tried to be proud, like she had a choice. She really made her best effort to not let her need show, standing as rigidly straight as a wooden board, fists balled at her sides, but her true state was given away by her trembling. Robin inquisitively raised an eyebrow, he wasn't falling for her lies, and like magic, Nowi gave in. The fact that a little more urine further dampened her panties may have also prompted the impatience. "Oh, I need to pee so bad!" That blunt statement did no favors in affirming her maturity, same for her starting to cry about it, but she just accepted it and pressed against the front of her shorts as she wiggled her hips and bounced.
Robin wasn't surprised or disappointed, he just nodded. "I figured as much."
"Then why didn't you just leave me alone?!"
"Distracted like that, I'm worried how you'll fare on your own in a battle. What if you get attacked while you're...preoccupied? This way, I can at least cover you. I figured, if you don't have a choice, you'd at least want a friend in this position."
He had a point, though honestly she'd rather have another girl if she didn't have to ask for the help, this was better than nothing, just the two of them. "Fine, then you just turn around, and I can..."
"Wait, right here?! Are you sure that's wise?"
"It's either here or my shorts! Is that okay?!" She was already undoing her long belt, regardless of whether she was still being watched or not.
"We just escaped a dark forest filled with Risen, and have yet to meaningfully move away from its perimeter. All that area for an ambush, I can't promise I'll be able to protect you, not against something that potentially dangerous." Nowi whined at the thought, still just about to pull her pants down, looking at Robin with the most pleading, upset eyes. It could just have been remnants from her earlier tears, but that small watering under her eyes could be new, and that tugged at any man's heart. "I'll do what I can if you can look me in the eye and tell me you're out of time. If you've got a little left in you, please use it, it's not that far to some bushes."
The manakete looked into the field and, as she had noted earlier, there was a little bundle of flora for modesty she'd be more than happy to use. If only it wasn't halfway across the valley, along another stream's edge, whose sight and sound would nearly kill her if she got close. She wanted nothing more than to pee, let out a violent torrent that'd leave a visible mark in the dirt below, and all she had to do was tell Robin she was at her limit. Just look him in the eye and say two simple words: "I can't."
She couldn't. Robin was willing to face unknown danger for her sake, against his better judgment, that probably physically hurt a tactician. He was being more helpful than she deserved, she couldn't betray his trust now, even if it would have barely been a lie. "I...I'll try." That was the most she could promise, her panties already felt like she'd lost it, it was probably already on her shorts if her hands would move off the crotch to tell.
"That's all I'll ask." In true support fashion, Robin put an arm around Nowi's shoulder and placed his other hand on her back, gently pushing and guiding her in the direction of the bathroom brush. That was imperative, it gave Nowi the freedom to close her eyes and focus on keeping her bladder steady. She needed the nudge, to force her to keep going even when she tried to stop. She'd dance, they'd move again. He'd also occasionally whisper encouragement, things like "you can make it" or "we're almost there".
Nowi was grateful for the assistance, but it was starting to look like it would be wasted effort. The pressure in her abdomen was mounting, growing ever more painful, waves crashing over the wall of her defenses. She was holding herself with all her power, clutching painfully hard and keeping her thighs as close together as she could while still being able to move. "Merciful Naga," she prayed, "please give me strength." Divine intervention may have already been spent keeping the Risen away from them, but no harm in asking for more.
"You did it, Nowi," Robin praised, "we're there!" The dragon opened her eyes, and sure enough, the small cluster of bushes was immediately before them. They were gathered together to hide her should she get in the open spot in the middle, it was perfect.
She wasted no time hobbling into the center, scratching the exposed skin on her thighs, and whipped her belt off. It didn't matter that she was being watched, she just needed to pee right now, there was no hesitation as she undid the clasp of her shorts. Still, she was happy that Robin had the respect to turn around of his own volition, just before she had to expose her damp underwear, which were also slid down to the top of her stockings and boots. With nothing covering her lower parts, she squatted down into hiding, and used one hand to keep her cape behind her.
It took a second for her bladder to relax, be really convinced it didn't need to hold anymore, that denial of relief was the most painful part. But when it finally relented and emptied its contents, it was just as powerful as she had imagined. A pure golden color, crashing into the grass with a deafening roar fit for a dragon, spreading out in a bubbling puddle surrounding the soles of her boots. It was loud, with its own distinct odor, Robin was basically still privy to all the details without even looking.
Good thing Nowi had no shame right now, or this would be a mortifying situation. Instead, she was happy as could be with her nether regions becoming their own little waterfall. Yes, it was still somewhat uncomfortable, but completely drowned out by the pure bliss paired up with it. In her long lifespan, this was far from the first time she had found herself this ready to burst, but it always felt beautiful whenever she got to relieve herself of it. The whole time she was tinkling, she had a wide smile on her face.
But, as expected of her size, it didn't last very long, not even a minute despite being filled to the brim. Still, the volume was nothing to sneeze at, especially for her proportions, she was somewhat impressed with the damage she'd dealt to this poor patch of soil. "Ooh, that's amazing," she sighed, yanking a leaf off the bush in front of her to wipe. It didn't look poisonous.
That just left pulling her bottoms back up, her first chance to get a real look at the clothes. Just as she had felt, her panties were in bad shape. The dark color hadn't been stained in any sense, but any cursory glance could tell they were drenched. The idea occurred to her to leave them behind, but she decided against it. It'd be uncomfortable, but she didn't carry around much spare underwear, this pair was kind of important. In comparison, her shorts weren't too bad. The light pink color was a lot worse at hiding wetness, but the spot was comparatively small. Someone would have to be looking intently at her crotch to notice. She only winced a little feeling the damp fabric slip back to their proper spot.
To his credit, Robin didn't acknowledge Nowi's presence until she entered his sight again. "That was...something." He had a hard time looking right at her, his cheeks red as his gaze shifted rapidly.
Nowi had never seen him this unsure. She hadn't really stopped smiling since her restroom visit started, but it got even bigger at that thought, that she had flustered their tactician. It was adorable, and she'd be keen on replicating that reaction some time in the future. "It was close, no doubt."
"Can I ask something? Why didn't you use your Dragonstone at any point? Surely a bigger dragon would have an easier time."
Nowi pulled the dark green jewel out of her pocket, letting it shine in the sun. "This is my only means of defending myself, I can't waste its power on something this trivial. I know I was desperate, but I'm not stupid."
"That's...a very mature way of thinking." It wasn't total shock, but he did sound a little surprised.
"I am over a thousand years old, remember? I know the responsibilities of being a manakete. Can I ask you something, too? Why did you go so far out of your way to help me?"
"I said before, something bad could have happened to you going into a battle like that. As a tactician, it's my job to ensure everyone's safety."
It might have been a reasonable explanation, but Nowi wasn't convinced. "Would you have gone so far for someone like, say, Miriel?"
Robin had to think about that, which gave away the essence of his answer before he could say it. "Okay, maybe I was a little more inclined to help you in particular. I know you're an adult, but it's hard to watch someone that looks like a kid suffer like that."
"Aww...you'd make a good dad, Robin." Nowi didn't realize until after she said it that one could glean an alternate meaning, but she felt no need to retract it either. "Thanks so much, things would have gone a lot worse without-" She stopped talking in an instant as her ears twitched. "Something's coming, I hear it."
The two scanned the environment around them, looking for something that could have caused the noise, even as innocuous as an animal. Neither had any luck until a Risen began rising from the ground, only then did they see the moving puddle it spawned from. "Good ears, Nowi," Robin praised, unsheathing his bronze sword for their first battle in this skirmish. Likewise, Nowi gripped the Dragonstone she still had in her hand, activating its power and transforming into a radiant green dragon. The pair looked at each other, nodded, and charged together to confront the Risen.
Edited July 18, 2017 by Captain L
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Author's note: Continuing tradition, I've written about three separate dragon girls from a franchise while the fourth (the one with the largest breasts) gets nothing. Thanks to MasterXploder for editing, stupid things fall through the cracks when the story ends up this long.
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Exploring the streets of Ylisstol in early September was a pleasant experience, it was cool enough that many of its citizens were out and about, giving the capital a sense of life. All these people reminded Robin why he was so adamant about fighting with the Shepherds, to protect this way of life. However, his duty as a tactician was not on his mind right now, this was leisure, even though he was on a mission of his own.
"So, Father, why did you insist we accompany you into town? I had training planned that you're interrupting me from." In this journey, Robin was accompanied by two younger girls, in a weird age gap where there wasn't a suitable explanation for their identity. They were too young to be his sisters or girlfriends, but too old to be his children. Except, they were his daughters, from the future. It was a lot less unusual among the ranks of the Shepherds than one might think. As soon as he married Nowi and guaranteed their eventual birth, the two appeared in his life and nestled their place in firmly.
In particular, the one complaining was Nah. Though it was difficult to tell, with manakete genes hiding age so well that the thousand-year old Nowi looked ten, Nah was the younger of the sisters. And she was a responsible little girl, dedicating her time to combat training and controlling her dragon transformation. She took her worth as a soldier very seriously, even going out with her family was unwelcome.
"Sorry, I couldn't tell you while we were still in the barracks," Robin explained. "I didn't want anyone to overhear and tell your mother. See, her birthday is on the 21st, and I figured you'd like to look for a present." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "And, if I'm being honest, I'm not very good at picking out gifts. I was also hoping you might help me, and we can make it a gift from all three of us."
"Well...I don't think I'll be much help. I don't remember anything about Mother." The other girl was Morgan, and much like her father, she awoke in a field missing memories. She vaguely remembered Robin from her future, but Nowi was a total blank, and had in turn followed his tactician example.
"Don't worry about it." Robin reached down and rubbed Morgan's green hair. "You're a lot like your mother, Morgan. Think about the kinds of things you like that aren't studying battle strategies."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not against getting her a birthday present," Nah interjected, "but I don't think it's smart to keep treating her like a kid. She can't just keep playing around forever."
Frustrated, Robin put his face in his hand. This was far from the first time he'd had to listen to this. "That's just the kind of girl she is, Nah. And that kind of thing is important to an army too."
"I disagree. What functional use does someone who goofs around all day serve?"
Robin sighed. "You'll understand when you're older. Listen, I'm still lacking in parenting skill, so can I ask you to go easy on me? Just behave for the day, and I'll do something with each of you when we return to the barracks."
"I doubt a good tactician needs to bargain with the enemy to attain victory," Morgan observed.
"True, but a great tactician knows how to control the field in their favor. The Shepherds have never been above bribery, Chrom recruited Gaius by giving him candy."
"I can believe it. Alright, does mother like jewelry? She likes that ring you gave her." It was enough of a treasured possession that she passed it on to Nah in the future, after all.
"Well, I know she's collected shiny rocks, but I don't think she cares much for jewelry. I think she only cares about that ring so much for the sentimental value."
"Hmm...perhaps a pouch to hold her items? As it stands now, she can only hold her Dragonstone in her pockets."
"Can we just figure something out quickly," Nah interrupted. She had just been listening to the two going back and forth, and she didn't want to wait any more.
Robin threw his arms up in defeat. "Alright, alright, we'll look around. You're being really impatient today, Nah, and I don't care for it." Nah pouted, but didn't respond to the reprimand. She just stayed quiet as the family started walking to look through the windows of some of the shops on the street. A little slower, she stayed a few paces behind, which allowed her the quick bit of needed privacy to press against the front of her white dress.
The braided manakete was having her share of trouble keeping her bladder in check. Likely to avoid any witnesses that would spread the word, Robin had insisted they leave for town quickly. So, needless to say, that left Nah in an uncomfortable position where she had to go and she wouldn't say anything, she couldn't say anything. A dragon couldn't show weakness of any kind. She just took a deep breath to brace herself for the impending sting, resigning herself to the fate of quietly holding it for a while longer.
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"Mmpf!" Looking at various leather pouches from a street vendor, Morgan's distraction served to hide a small threat sneaking up on her, until it made itself known with a spike she couldn't ignore. The tactician in training could really use a bathroom right about now. It was tugging at her attention just enough to be annoying, it might be prudent to start looking for relief soon.
Problem was, her duty wasn't finished yet. Dad had made his need for help clear, and they still hadn't found a gift. They were close, this seemed like a good lead, but they still needed to pick an exact bag. And with all the various colors, patterns, decorations, this could take a while. Looking at her family, it looked like Robin was having no better luck making a decision. And Nah was barely looking, seemingly focusing on something else.
For a second, Morgan was going to scold Nah for not taking this seriously, but looking closer, discomfort was splayed across her face. Maybe it was just because Morgan was thinking of it, but she had an idea what may have been ailing her sister. "So, it's bothering both of us," she whispered, looking more intently at the wares. Now, the course of action was clear: pick something soon, finish the job, and they'd return to the barracks before things got bad.
Still, she wasn't going to make that an excuse. It was no reason to put no thought into a choice in purse, it was just on a timer now. Grateful that the robe she wore covered her lower half somewhat, she shuffled her feet on the cobblestone road, and began more seriously weighing the handful of options she had the best opinion of. "Father, does the jewel on this one look like a Dragonstone to you?"
Robin looked over the bag, or the gem more specifically. "Hm, a little bit. Maybe she could use it as a decoy Dragonstone?"
"I can't imagine any situation where she'd need that, but a tactician should plan for every possibility." Morgan smiled amidst her aching, picking this specific item up from the rest of the wares. "I think it looks nice."
Robin nodded. "I'm not the best with fashion, but it matches you. It'll look good on Nowi." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few gold coins, handing them to the vendor.
"Well, I doubt you're any worse than Lucina. I think Mother will appreciate this." Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, she'd make it back to the barracks relatively comfortably, and Nah would probably be fine as well.
Robin looked up at the sky, covering his eyes with his hand to look towards the sun. "We've got plenty of time, we can do some extra shopping. Maybe a stop in the book store?"
That was tempting, they didn't get the chance to add new books to the personal library often. Yes, Morgan still needed to pee, but if she abandoned this chance, it could be a while before she'd get another. She could manage a little longer. "That sounds wonderful. We'll just need you to lead the way there."
"It's this way, we're not far." He took point, so the two sisters trailed behind. Morgan looked alright, but one look at Nah revealed she was much more concerned. Maybe not so much panicked, but she definitely didn't look happy. The elder sibling, honestly, didn't consider that in her planning. Maybe she had made a mistake going along so readily.
Or, she could make this work. Trying to look inconspicuous, she shuffled next to Nah, whose scowl only grew deeper. "Thanks for wasting more of my time, Morgan. I just wanted to go back to the barracks, but you're insistent on keeping me away."
"You really don't need to be so rude. I get that you need to use the bathroom, but I'm trying to help you. There's a chance that the bookstore will have our solution."
A bright blush illuminated Nah's cheeks upon hearing that. "You noticed? I'm that obvious?" Her spirits, what little there were, fell even further knowing her fragility was so plain to see.
"I know I don't remember you, but we are still sisters. Besides, I need to go too, so I've got it on the mind."
"Oh...I'm sorry for being mean, it's just-"
"You're frustrated and you need to pee, I get it, I get it. I'm not going to leave you to suffer with no way out." During their conversation, they reached the entrance to the shop her and Robin visited when they had the chance, and it appeared their dad had gone missing in the meantime in a lucky break for them. "I'll even ask the clerk for you."
"Th-thanks, Morgan." She attempted to stand straight with her hands at her side and look nonchalant, she succeeded at that part, but she still looked upset. Morgan couldn't blame her, it was probably feeling a lot worse than her own soreness, and she was already a little on the uncomfortable side. It would definitely be smart to relieve herself right after Nah finished off.
At least it didn't take much effort to find someone who worked there, not with them planted right behind a sales counter. "Excuse me, do you have a ladies' room we can use?"
The saleswoman, who looked scarily the same as Anna, shook her head. "Sorry, miss, we don't have anything like that. You may need to look somewhere else."
"Oh..." Morgan had put her chips on there being a bathroom here, she was expecting it and planning for it without considering the possibility it might not be the case. That was a huge failure for an aspiring tactician. "Thank you anyway." And how would she break the news to Nah? She had gotten her sister's hopes up, assured her she wouldn't need to wait much longer.
She had already made a promise without being able to back it up, she couldn't lie this time. Bracing herself for the worst, Morgan found Nah lazily looking over some history books. Her ears perked up as she heard the approach, and she faced her sister, smiling. "Did you find out where the bathroom is?"
Just looking at that, Morgan suddenly felt awful. It was so hard, it took a few failed attempts, but she managed to choke it out. "They...they don't have one." She closed her eyes, waiting for the punishment she deserved. Nah groaned, looking around at the mostly empty store to check if any of its few patrons were close. When she saw they weren't, she once again put her hands on the front of her dress, that became the image Morgan was met with when she opened her eyes. And just seeing it was prompting her to mimic, now that she needed to go bad enough to justify it.
Nah took a few deep breaths for stability. "It's fine, it's fine, I'm used to disappointment. Guess it was stupid of me to get my hopes up."
"Listen, I feel bad enough about it as is. You don't need to guilt me."
"So, do you have another idea now?"
"Well..." She hadn't planned any contingencies, yet another tactician's sin. The only good thing was that she was now thinking on her feet, improvising a new plot very quickly. "Alright, I've got one. You tell Father that I'm not feeling well and you're escorting me back to the barracks. Either we make it back or we find something on the way."
"Why do I have to ask?"
"Because the person who's sick can't be the one to ask, it needs to be a cover. And if Father sees you training later, he'd know we were lying. Meanwhile, I can lay in bed and read, and no one will suspect. Or you can tell him the truth-"
"No," Nah nearly shouted before Morgan could fully finish. "I'm not a little kid anymore, I don't need to ask my dad for help to make it to the bathroom! Alright, fine, I'll find him!" She stomped off in some direction to look for their father, wherever he was.
With no one to talk to, Morgan was starting to feel even more uncomfortable. She was already able to feel the mass of her bladder, and keeping her mind solely on it was doing her no favors. "Maybe I underestimated," she whined, especially bad to make that mistake two times today. She hurriedly picked up the book Nah had been glancing at, just to do something while she waited.
Perhaps a touch too long after she had left, the young manakete returned. "Okay, I told him. Let's leave now." Her teeth were clenched, the message was clear; she didn't want a second wasted. And her green-haired older sibling completely agreed, as she put the tome back on the shelf and hurried out the store.
Back in the public view, Morgan and Nah once again stood up straight to not appear distressed. However, they had tried this tactic too many times, and it was starting to fail. Not only for the first time in this bout of desperation, but for the first time in years, both girls had a simultaneous little accident. Nothing major, but both now had to deal with drops of urine in their panties, acting as a harbinger of doom soon to arrive. Both jolted in shock at the sudden dampness, moved their legs a little closer together, and whined. Neither would admit that they had just lost something, but they were both a little worried for themselves.
The real problem was how long it was going to take to get back. The town was built around the Ylisstol castle, so it wasn't really far, but it still might have been asking too much. With each step closer, their strength drained even further, every once in a while marking its countdown with another leak. Not that they had been comfortable in quite some time, but that wetness in their most private areas was only making it more distressing.
Nah tugged on her sister's coat sleeve when they were about halfway to their destination. "Morgan...I can't hold it anymore. We need to stop." She sounded blank, like she was still in control despite the situation claiming otherwise, but there was an unshakable feeling that she was about to cry.
Problem was, Morgan didn't have a solution. It would take too long to go into every building and ask if they had a bathroom, unless they got lucky with the first pick. Even untrained, she could tell, that was not a high possibility, and it'd be much more embarrassing for Nah if she had an accident in a store with focus on her. Basically, there were no good options if time was up, that initial choice of building would be imperative. "So, which store are you banking on?"
That wasn't the reply Nah was expecting to hear. "I...I was just going to ask for cover in an alley. I don't want to ask a million strangers."
Admittedly, that same idea had occurred to Morgan as a total possibility, but she had shot it down due to the population density right now. "Have you noticed how many people are walking around? It's literally impossible that you won't be seen."
"You're giving up before we even try? Just act as a good distraction until I can finish, that's all I'm asking! Come on, I promise I'll do the same for you!" She could no longer keep appearances, she was bouncing in place and her hands were shaking, pleading to be allowed to grab her crotch with all her strength.
"Okay, get in the alley! I'll let you know when it's safe." The promise of getting to relieve herself soon was enough to convince her, and Morgan shuffled her sister into one of the dark passages, turned away and covering the entrance with her body. She just needed to find a break to alert Nah things were clear, but her own annoyance was keeping her from working at peak efficiency. It was all too obvious with the way her heel was twisting into the pavement.
The younger dragon couldn't even be that patient. She had yet to receive a signal that it was safe, but she was already lifting up her dress and uncharacteristically exposing her white panties. Even if had been perfectly dry, she would never even think of putting them out in the open if her bladder wasn't trying to kill her. She got her thumbs hooked over the waistband of the underwear, a finicky process with her stiff gloves, but had just enough shame to not yank them down quite yet. "How are things looking, Morgan?!"
Morgan wished she could say it was all good, but the penalty for lying would be the end of the world for Nah. There were still so many people, and some of them were already suspicious about the way she was standing around, blocking the view of the alley. Her body wasn't big enough to fully cover what was happening behind her, Nah would still be seen if she were to act hastily. She could spread out her coat, like prey attempting to look larger to scare off predators, but that'd only draw more attention. With her clothing beneath the robe matching her mother's, in that it was equally revealing, it'd probably look like she was performing a street-side strip show.
Receiving no response, Nah groaned and removed her hands, letting her dress fall back into place. Having been denied relief that close, she was too far gone to look anywhere close to normal any longer, she needed to lean against the wall behind her and stamp her feet to stand a chance at not soaking herself. Why should she have to suffer like this? It couldn't be possible that she needed to wait this far. "You're telling me there's really no opening?!"
"Yes, that's what I'm saying. And drawing attention by yelling isn't doing you any favors. I promise, I'll tell you when it's good."
"I don't need you being a lookout, you're supposed to be a distraction! Get them not looking over here!"
"And what do you suggest I do to draw their attention? Waste some Dragonstone energy and turn into a dragon in the middle of town? Or maybe take my top off?" The expectations being thrown upon Morgan were starting to make her a little testy, a state of mind her desperation was doing no favors. "How about I go first and you show me how distractions are supposed to be done?!"
"Yeah, I've got just the thing! A young girl wetting herself right out in the open! Everyone will stare at that!" Nah was grinding her teeth in pure anger, she'd be getting right up in her sister's face about this argument...if she could move. "Why is it so hard to pull your weight or help your sisAGH!" She may have put too much energy into the argument instead of her tired bladder, now she realized that mistake as her muscles could no longer hold back the flood.
Once the hissing sound of a flowing river took hold, it only took a scant few seconds for it to be visible. Yes, there was the stream pouring out from beneath the short skirt to the ground below, there was also however much was running down her legs into her stockings. But the most damning of all was the mark it was leaving on her white dress, it was no stretch to say everything below the front's waist was slowly becoming ruined.
Realizing what she had done, and would be doing for the next minute, Nah's fighting spirit left her. All that remained in its place was a chilling hollowness, a sensation as empty as her bladder would soon be. There was no longer any fire in this dragon as her face turned pale, the only color on her besides her red cape was the growing splotch of yellow on her clothes.
Despite all her earlier concerns, nothing beyond herself mattered once she started peeing. This couldn't be happening. Nah wasn't helpless, something she had been affirming for years, she was a half-breed manakete that had been through hardship, and come out of it one of the strongest fighters in the Shepherds. Even ignoring her personal circumstances, she wasn't a baby, an accident like this was inexcusable. She hated holding all this in, but this was an even worse fate.
It didn't take long for her small frame to run out of urine to give, but that was even more embarrassing. There wasn't much of a puddle, and she couldn't hold even that. The thought made her feel almost sick, like some kind of cruel karma. She felt awful, even keeping this to herself would haunt her. At least she could keep it secret and not have to deal with teasing...unless someone saw her.
That was the first time the thought occurred to her, that she couldn't wait until no one was watching. Scared, she jolted to look at the entrance back to the street, expecting a crowd to witness her shame. She couldn't see very well past Morgan, but suddenly that didn't matter either. Not when she saw her own sister watching and snickering. Now her emotions came running back, and she shouted, "what are you laughing at?!"
"S-sorry," Morgan apologized between giggles, "it's just funny to see you getting humbled. You were acting so rude, it's hard not to think you deserved this."
Nah blushed, but not in the bashful way. She bared her fangs and marched right up in Morgan's face, propping herself up on her toes to match height. "You get a kick out of this, you sadist?! Then how hilarious would it be if I tell everyone about how you had a nightmare last week and needed to sleep with Father?!"
Morgan backed up with her personal space being invaded by a pee-soaked girl, her cheeks turning pink. "Y-you were awake to see that?!" She gulped, a nervous bead of sweat falling off her forehead, unable to make eye contact until she came up with a retort. "You say anything about that, I'll tell everyone about the time Mother left you for a few minutes during training, and I found you crying about being lonely!"
"You wouldn't..." Nah clenched her fist, prompting Morgan to take a step back and ready her own hands. Neither were reaching for their Dragonstones, but it was still looking like a familial fight was about to break loose.
"There you two are!" Whatever the two were planning, it stopped in a heartbeat as they heard that voice. That was definitely Robin, so now their highest priority was finding him. Only then did the realize the magnitude of the crowd they had been working to avoid gathering, a whole slew of people were watching the dispute. Still, it took no time to find the tactician, and as they guessed from his voice, he was angry. "What were you thinking, going off on your own without telling me?!"
The sisters stood side-by-side and faced their father, standing at attention. Morgan didn't even look at Nah to confront her. "You said you told him we were leaving."
"I...I lied, I couldn't do it. It was too embarrassing."
Robin marched over to the two, not even giving Nah's clothing a glance. "Do you have any idea how scared I was when I couldn't find you? I thought you got kidnapped or something!"
"We're not little kids," Nah argued through a mumble, "we could fight off any attackers."
"I should think you know better than I what kinds of evils lurk in this world. Can you honestly tell me you'd be fine if any of them came for you?" Neither of the girls could offer a rebuttal, just a cough and foot shuffling. Robin sighed, and his face finally dropped the fury it had been carrying. "You're alright, I'm thankful for that, just...don't run off again. Don't you think you've been through enough without your parents to protect you?"
"Well, we're not completely alright." Morgan nodded her head towards Nah.
"That's another thing," Robin reverted back to his parental ranting without any warning. "That's what you were so ashamed to tell me? You thought I wouldn't be able to help you if you said you needed to use the bathroom?"
"That's not it," Nah shouted, like she was comforting her dad. "It was just...we're manaketes. Don't you think it's just a little bit demeaning to need help on something that stupid?"
"Being a manakete doesn't put you on any higher level than a human. Even when your mother was embarrassed in this same situation, that was never the reason she had a hard time saying it."
"Mother's been through this with you? What happened there?" Nah had a curious streak about her parents' romantic life, and was eager to learn all the details to anything of their time dating. Though her wavering voice seemed to indicate she wasn't quite up to absorbing a story at the moment.
"I'll tell you later." Robin knelt down to better match his children's heights. "Point is, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be stronger women, but you're my daughters first and foremost. You can ask me for help on anything, and I won't think any less of you no matter the question." He wrapped his arms around both of their bodies, holding them tightly in a warm embrace.
This display of affection, coupled with his explicit permission to not act so tough, sent Nah over the edge for the second time. It was too much to handle now, she buried her face in her dad's shoulder and cried loudly. Tears flowed as freely as a different bodily fluid she had experience with today, and she kept choking out wails. It wasn't entirely rare to see the young dragon's sobs, but when she always tried to deny that part of her emotions, this display felt like an important moment. She was at the mercy of Robin petting her head, gently stroking her hair.
Morgan was feeling emotional too, getting a little misty-eyed, but a sudden pain pulled her back into the moment of reality. "Not that I don't appreciate this, but Nah wasn't the only one that needed to go. I'm about out of time here."
He didn't mind hugging one wet girl, but the potential of a second was not welcomed, as he reeled back and kept some distance. "Any chance you could make it back to the castle?" Morgan shook her head, and Robin looked at the nearby buildings as his children had done not long before. "If you resorted to what you did, I'll assume none of the buildings had anything you could use. I really don't want to walk back with two wet daughters, so...do what you will."
Checking the surroundings outside the immediate family, Morgan did notice the crowd had dispersed. Apparently a touching personal moment wasn't very interesting, and for the current objective, that was a very good development. The green-haired girl, realizing what needed to be done, ran back into the alley she had previously guarded, throwing her coat onto the ground somewhere, hopefully not into Nah's puddle. She trusted her father to protect her privacy, she didn't even need to check before pulling down her shorts and squatting close to the ground.
Considering how she was already in a near-emergency state much earlier, it was almost miraculous how she had lasted up to this moment. Granted, it had come with so many leaks in her white panties that she had stopped noticing long ago, but it wasn't noticeable from the outside and that's all she could ask for. She relaxed and let the flow of urine rush out.
If Morgan had been focusing on her bladder's pain all this time, she probably would have realized she was about to burst, so the volume shooting out wasn't surprising. It was a pure golden color, spreading quickly, with the force of more splashing down causing ripples to glide outwards and the point of impact producing numerous tiny bubbles on the liquid's surface. And of course, it was loud, enough that the worry occurred to her about someone outside noticing. Good thing she had someone dependable covering her.
It was safe, she could relax, she sighed heartily in total relief as she had the chance to empty out. Admittedly, she felt a little bad about the way Nah had to wet herself, but it wasn't her fault, just the way things unfolded. Despite their argument before, Morgan had no intention of telling any of the other Shepherds what her sister had done, at least not anymore.
Eventually, her own pulsing flood had no more reserves left, and the pee stopped gushing. It trickled for a short time afterwards, but it wasn't long before it was nothing more than stray drops. "Wow, that's a lot," she gasped out as she pulled her shorts back up. It wasn't an impossible amount, but it was a lot more than she usually managed before finding a bush out on the field. But at least plants had leaves she could use to wipe, not that it would matter right now, with her underwear drenched enough to ensure she'd stay wet.
Either way, it didn't bother her, she'd survive long enough to change out of the wet clothes. Given everything that could have gone horribly wrong, she could live with the mild discomfort if it meant she hadn't humiliated herself in front of a swarm of people she didn't know, or worse yet, people she did. Family could pull her through what would otherwise be a mortifying situation, and probably was for her sister. Once she ran out and the three began walking back, she made that sympathy known. "I'm sorry for the way I acted. I was angry, but that's no excuse. I promise, I'll make sure to help you better next time this happens."
Nah sighed in her own frustration, but it didn't sound angry. "Don't phrase it like that, like you know it's going to happen again. It won't if I have any say in it. Listen, I'm not lastingly mad at you, I don't think I could be. Too many memories of what we've been through, what you've done for me."
That one statement, nice as it may have been, made Morgan feel worse than anything earlier. "All the things I can't remember..."
And touching that sore spot made Nah feel awful too. "Well, that's why this moment is important. I'm more than happy to make new memories with you." It was something she'd said before, and she truly believed it, but this was the first time she realized everything that came with that declaration, and her smile fell into fear. "You're going to remember this forever, aren't you?"
"Yes! I don't remember a lot of things you've done, I need something to tease you with!" Morgan laughed, Nah whined, Robin didn't hear the whole conversation but something about the tone made him sigh, that was the essence of the family dynamic. It may have been a horrible experience, but someday, it'd be a funny memory. It just might be a very long time from now. Two manakete sisters could outlive that. |
Author's note: Just like that other dragon story, I follow three dragons up with a human girl. Also, a bonus scene included in case any of you are fans of...well, I won't spoil it. Thanks to MasterXploder for editing.
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The land of Valm was weird to Lucina. Not because of the terrain, it was just a sparse forest, the trees were the same you'd find anywhere else, even the temperature was comparable to Ylisse. It was just inexplicably...off. Perhaps she wasn't the best to judge, considering she felt the same way about Ylisse when she arrived, the country she had spent her entire life in. Her Ylisse was destroyed, dragon-torn, dark and terrifying, that was just the world she knew, and the less devastated world of the past was alien.
It didn't matter, this was the world she wanted to preserve, one without the fell dragon Grima's terror. Both her and her father's Falchions were there to ensure it. Chrom also placed his tactician, Robin, in the same heroic role, but Lucina wasn't so sure of him. She hadn't seen him do anything wrong, so no point in acting, but she was wary, watching the two talk at the head of a march. It was kind of impressive how they could talk so nonchalantly, considering they had been advancing north for hours now, and everyone else was tired.
Like daughter, like father, because Chrom seemed to be thinking the same thing and stopped suddenly to face his platoon. "Let's break, troops!" That could have a number of interpretations, but spend enough time in the army, everyone's priorities of how to use resting periods were all in the same place, it didn't need to be said. That's why the prince was able to just continue, holding his right arm out to his side. "Men to my right, women to my left." Riders dismounted their steeds, the genders split, dispersed into the trees and wandered far away until the other was lost behind all the natural barriers.
The limited number of obstacles meant they had to wander quite a while to reach that point, though some of the girls were starting to get impatient the farther they needed to hike. "Phew, I was starting to think we'd never stop," Nowi happily exclaimed, unhooking the clasp of her belt. "I was starting to get worried I wouldn't make it!"
"I know," Lissa concurred, slipping out of her dress to get the cage crinoline off and out of the way. "I was minutes away from asking my brother if we could rest." A few more observations of desperation were thrown around as the girls gradually came to their stops. Some of them had a lot more things to remove, especially the unfortunate souls in full armor that needed a partner to remove, but soon enough, everyone was squatting and doing their business.
That was simply the reality of being in an army, there was rarely the time, space, or cover for everyone to have privacy when they answered nature's call in the wild. It was necessary to accept that the only consideration you'd get was gender division, so leave all other modesty or shame behind. Surprisingly, most had very little problem adjusting to this indecency, even someone as proper as Maribelle was going like it was the most ordinary thing to do.
There was a lot of variance in this scattered bathroom circle. Some girls kept their legs close together to avoid showing too much, like Sumia, while someone like Anna spread them for the world to see. Most peed at a reasonable pace, not urgently but worth stopping for, while others were clearly seconds away from an accident with their powerful streams, the manaketes in particular. And finally, while everyone else was watering the grass, Lucina was simply standing around, averting her eyes from the majority of the nudity, trying not to think about what was happening around her.
The time-travelling lord had a bit of an embarrassing problem, one totally unexpected for someone in her position: Lucina had a shy bladder. It had never caused issue in the past, or the future technically, where she had a party small enough to allow the team to spread out to a distance she could relax at without having to admit anything. Now, something that simple seemed like such a luxury, and her usual solution was just wandering further away until she was out of sight.
Problem was, that wasn't much of an option this time, and she knew that as soon as the time-out was called. The trees were too sparse, she'd need to go a lot farther away to get the required isolation, far enough that someone would call her out or at least be curious, or she could get separated in a worst-case scenario. Even if she could slink away unseen, if she lost sight of the Shepherds and got turned around somewhere along the way, she'd have to call out to be found, explain what she was thinking, and look all-around incompetent. Her reputation would be ruined in an instant, and for the sake of something bigger than herself, she couldn't let that happen.
"You're not going to pee, Lucina?" Busy continuously turning down her own ideas, the blue-haired swordswoman didn't realize someone had approached her. Most of the team was still relieving themselves, some had managed to finish already and were scrambling for the few dry leaves on the ground to wipe, and then there was her poor sister Kjelle, still fully suited in her bulky armor, who had only just maneuvered the terrain and arrived.
"O-oh, no, I'm fine. I really don't need to go." It was only a half-lie, in that she was only half-full, in that state where she'd certainly like to relieve herself but it wasn't imperative she did so.
"Really? After all this time? Agh, you're so lucky! I wish my bladder was as good as yours, it's such a pain to take this off every time I need to whiz. Speaking of, you mind helping me?" Kjelle turned her back to Lucina and pointed behind herself with her thumb.
"Of course." She began unbuckling the clamps keeping the plates on her sister, laying each piece gently on the ground behind them as they fell off. The problem became, the more Kjelle was undressed, the less she was able to stand still. Her legs were shaking and stomping, making it incredibly difficult for Lucina to continue. "You need to stand still, Kjelle," she informed, with a hint of frustration.
"Sorry, I just need to leak really bad." She tried to not move, soon resorting to shivering, and snapped once her crotch plate had been removed. "Okay, that's enough! Step back a little!" Lucina, not wanting to be caught up in this, obeyed and gained respectable distance while Kjelle hurriedly pulled her pants down and squatted down the best she could in armor, into a sitting position. She leaned her upper body forward to point her butt away from her boots, and let loose.
Lucina couldn't even bear to look at this one. The knight's pee was ridiculous in its power, she really wasn't kidding about how little time she had left, even the second of flow her sister saw before looking away was more than she could match in five. However, a lack of direct sight did nothing to help the lord ignore this turning her bladder discomfort into something much more painful, because she couldn't do anything to stop hearing it. Nothing could drown out the sound of a serious waterfall, crashing into cascading, raging rapids. Even without hyperbole, that was the most apt description Lucina could come up with.
She wasn't the only one with attention on the female river, but she may have been the only one with a negative reaction to it. "By the gods, Kjelle! How much can one girl hold?!"
"I don't know, you tell me," Kjelle laughed. "I get it from you!" The woman making the initial remark was Sully, her and Lucina's mother, the Shepherds' resident tough girl, and just finishing off no slouch of a pee of her own. It was no secret that Kjelle took more after mom, and it just seemed natural they'd both take this kind of pride in bodily functions, a literal pissing contest with the two as the clear winners. Lucina rolled her eyes, she wasn't disgusted at her family, she just saw no reason to humor this crude form of bonding. Though, if the subject was how much she could pee, she was worried she could measure up if she went now.
Eventually, by the point most of the girls were beginning to suspect it would indeed be infinite, Kjelle's water spout sputtered and slowed, dripping a healthy amount before nothing remained. "Wow," she gasped, panting heavily from the relief, until she caught her breath and promptly laughed at the situation again. "Well, when you gotta go, right?" Lucina knew that feeling all too well, and everyone else's attention and awed silence at her sister was not helping the anxiety.
"Come on, it's no surprise a daughter of mine is that hearty!" Sully slapped Kjelle on the back and began reassembling the armor, with Lucina joining in to get it done faster. And with that tedious work completed, all of the girls were clothed and presentable once more, or at least would be once they stepped away from the watery mess they all left in the dirt. They'd go back to their supplies and animals, probably eat and rehydrate for the next stop's release, and move on.
Lucina, however, wasn't moving on quite yet. She couldn't get away while everyone else was going, but hanging behind while absolutely facing the correct direction, the branded warrior could pee in peace. She'd wait until the women reached a minimum distance, yank her clothes off, and take care of matters here. She was already reaching up under her blue leather gown and gripping the waist of her dark leggings, confident that relief was no more than a minute away.
That is, until Sully realized the head count was short one child. "Lucina! Hurry up, we're leaving!"
That was it, the worst development that could have unfolded, Lucina just wanted to be alone and she couldn't have even that. She would have cried out in anguish at how much destiny was conspiring against her, but this didn't spell doom quite yet. "I'll be there in a minute!" Either Sully would listen and she'd be alone, or she'd stay. One girl, her mother no less, the young swordswoman could still drop trou under those circumstances, maybe.
Unfortunately, Sully was not one to follow the most obvious paths. Instead, she marched over to her daughter and firmly grabbed her upper arm. "Alright, we need to talk. Come on." The red-haired rider dragged Lucina away, who was trying to protest, just very weakly. She wasn't the type of girl that would talk back to her parents, not when having them at all was a blessing.
Not trying to fight back, she recognized how simple this was, just tell her mom she needed to pee, Sully had just proven to be open on that subject. She'd need to explain herself afterwards, why she waited, but telling one person about her "deficiency" couldn't be that unbearable. Lucina would make her need known, would be allowed to answer it, and this whole worry is left behind her.
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The Shepherds gathered around their makeshift camp, eating a quick meal and enjoying each other's company. And Lucina still had to pee, even worse now that she had drank more water. She couldn't bring herself to admit her shameful handicap, both for fear of making herself seem unsuited for her future-changing position, and her natural stubbornness. A characteristic she knew came from one specific side of the family, with her mother eating close to her, and the two sitting a small distance from the pack.
Despite being told there was a conversation inbound, Sully hadn't said anything since they rejoined the team. That kind of quiet was ominous, and Lucina felt her chest filling with a heavy dread, eating away at her appetite. She wasn't finishing her portion, so she asked first to get it over with. "What did you want to talk about, Mother?"
Slowly, Sully put down the food in her hand and sighed. "I won't beat around the bush, Lucina. I've noticed you sneaking off whenever we stop to leak to be alone. And I get it, you're at a difficult time in your life, sometimes you need that privacy."
Lucina had no idea what her mother was talking about, all she knew was that this wasn't the subject she was expecting. "What?"
"But as difficult as it may be, you need to control those urges. It's not always possible to answer that call in such a short time frame, and there's nothing worse than getting interrupted when you're that turned on, right at the edge of-"
"Ew!" Lucina had since caught on to the matter being breached, which gave her the confidence to say, without a doubt, she didn't want to hear another word of it. "You don't need to tell me, I'm..." She started that sentence without really thinking, and now had to see it through, regardless of the way she was blushing and couldn't look at her mom anymore. "...already well familiar with that topic."
"Oh, thank the gods!" Sully wiped her brow with the back of her hand, chuckling at the awkward silence. "I wanted to have that conversation even less than you did!"
"Well, I thank you for worrying about me, but I know all about my...body." Especially that one particular part still causing her distress. She knew all about it, and it was her duty to herself to ensure no one else did. She had one mind to admit it to Sully at least, but it was pretty clear the two weren't the closest mother-daughter pair, and the lance-wielding rider had just proven herself not too sensitive. Lucina found herself more comfortable around Chrom, if only he was female, that'd make a confession a little easier to swallow.
Still, she had to concede, time was running short. Lucina needed to pee, and soon. Tortured by watching literally every other girl get the relief she was denying herself, and her own mother unknowingly taking away her chance, just psychologically increasing the pain she was already feeling. There wasn't any sharp pains, or at least none that a woman who'd dealt with weapon-based injuries couldn't cope with, but that constant, omnipresent, throbbing and wavering ache was starting to drive the lord insane.
With no one paying attention, she subtly touched her thighs together and slid them up and down each other for that fleeting comfort. But she wasn't ignoring the present reality, experience had taught her that when her desperation turned physical, she'd be embarrassing herself soon. Whether it be an accident or violent holding to prevent one, they were both places Lucina didn't want to go. It might be awkward, but she needed an excuse to run out of sight. A blunt statement of her need wouldn't work, if that's how she left everyone, she'd be anxious and unable to relax. Then she'd take longer, someone would come looking, and she'd still be on square one.
Try as she might, she was not very good at lying. Even in her head, every pretext she could come up with sounded stupid, no way any of them would work on the savvier Shepherds. The truth was, alone, Lucina stood no chance at a plausible escape. It was critical she have someone else cover for her, and the choices were slim. She wouldn't dare trust this sensitive information to anyone other than family, and telling the prince was out of the question. She couldn't see Kjelle judging her for it, but she was on the other side of the camp. She couldn't just sheepishly walk past everyone and whisper a request to her sister, that would put all eyes firmly on her.
Why was this suddenly bothering her so much? Lucina was not a timid girl, she was strong, iron-willed, capable and determined. Why did her personal matters have to break her down? She'd gotten too used to life in the future, where importance was placed in surviving rather than individuality. And if that couldn't cure her of a shy bladder, what good would this present do? At this present moment, the only one she could rely on was her mother, conveniently sitting right next to her. She swallowed her pride, and turned to ask for help.
That's when she noticed Sully was preoccupied, looking up at the sky. Before Lucina could question why, a huge gust of wind blew past them, sending her long hair flying wild and almost pushing her off the fallen log she was sitting on. And the jolt almost caused her first leak, but her bladder barely handled the stress. Angry that someone nearly caused her first slip towards an accident, she frantically searched for the dastard responsible, and now noticed Cherche flying upwards on her wyvern, Minerva. "What's Cherche doing?"
"We noticed something far off in the distance, so she's taking a quick look over the treetops," Chrom explained.
"I-I could have gone to check!" Damn, a perfect excuse to leave was practically gift-wrapped, and she was too zoned out to realize.
"No, we didn't need anyone going out that far, just a peek above the branches. It's not reconnaissance, just curious." And now her dad was looking at her funny for being so eager to get away, forcing Lucina to shrink back down and be quiet. Once again, her thinking needed to change gears, that constant shifting was not helping her focus when it was just as likely she'd need to throw a plan out rather than execute it. Depending on what Cherche found, the Shepherds could be leaving immediately, and she'd be ruined. Now was not the time to hesitate, she needed to act fast.
Unfortunately, even with that determination, she couldn't do anything to slow the wyvern rider down, and she was already descending. "We were seeing the top of a giant tree, not too far from here."
Admittedly, she was ashamed to admit, Lucina's first thought was how good a giant tree would be for cover. Her rational side, however, knew this meant basically the opposite. Say'ri still explained it. "It's the Mila Tree, no question. The Voice lives at the top."
"Then we're close," Chrom announced, leaping to his feet, unsheathing his Falchion and holding the sword skyward. "Shepherds, we've got an oracle to meet! We can't carry the supplies up the tree, so we'll come back for them later!"
That was it, Lucina's final chance, gone. Without taking the time to pack up supplies, a chaos she could take advantage of, they'd start marching immediately. The more serious Shepherds would not be pleased with her if she held them up once they started moving, or fell behind. And waiting until they reached the tree? With the gods as her witnesses, for as long as her strength won out, she would not desecrate the grounds of the Divine Dragon Naga.
Loathe as she was to admit it, Lucina's only recourse was to really buckle down and hold it. To be fair, maybe she wasn't as desperate as her frantic worrying would suggest, but it certainly didn't mean she was in a position she was comfortable with. Maybe it was unfounded, but she was afraid they'd getting into a battle in the very near future, and the battlefield was the worst place to need to pee. It was not possible to keep a hold on a full bladder while engaged in combat, this entire ordeal would be over in the worst way if she needed to draw her weapon.
The time traveler spent the march praying that her instinct was wrong, that the path up the tree wouldn't take long and be entirely uneventful, that Naga's oracle wasn't long-winded, and that she'd make it back to this forest. It was a lot to ask for, but there was still the chance it would all work out, and Lucina clung to that hope, as she always had.
As the troops cleared the treeline and entered the clearing populated by the Mila Tree's gigantic roots, it became perfectly clear that desire was nothing more than wishful thinking. The path up the trunk to the staircase was blocked by no simple number of Valmese soldiers, and their commander Cervantes at the back. Say'ri wasn't exaggerating in her explanations of his men. Or his facial hair. The impending conflict, and the lake the tree drew nutrients from, made Lucina whine in the back of her throat. No one else seemed concerned, though, and Robin turned to their swordmaster. "What do we need to know about him, Say'ri?"
"He's a blowhard and a fool, but no less competent in battle. I don't expect it to be a difficult encounter, but it'll be no simple stroll, either."
"I trust you, Shepherds, I don't think I'll need to formulate a complex plan for this. Just stay on your guard." Certainly unusual to see Robin leave it to the men, but it did have one advantage that Lucina picked up on immediately: no one needed to be near her for a grand strategy to work. She waited behind as every other troop charged forward towards opponents, and took the one elevated root path untraveled.
Now, the lord had privacy to do whatever she needed to do. Well, aside from not being behind anything, so anyone could see her if they turned to look. And the enemy soldiers warily approaching her, so she'd be forced into battle soon enough. Also, even this desperate, she wouldn't dare pee on these holy grounds, that wasn't even a remote option. Her bladder hurt like an arrow wound now, that meant time before the flood was short. But at least she could comfortably cross her legs with no allies to see, if just a touch.
"Oh no..." She must have subconsciously known, but this was the first time Lucina truly realized: she wasn't going to make it, she couldn't. Even if she didn't have to fight, this was just going to take too long, And she had purposefully placed herself away from any of her comrades, so no matter how open she was willing to be now, on the verge of an emergency, she could no longer ask for help. "I've made a terrible mistake."
With that newfound scale of the plight she had caused for herself, she regretted many of her actions earlier. She couldn't have done anything about her shy bladder, but she could have been braver in staying behind when everyone else was returning to the group, or told her mom what was troubling her, or left of her own will when she needed to. "Why do I have to be so weak," she cried, hearing the sound of metal clanging.
That was not a noise she was expecting, and it pulled her from her despair to find the source. Apparently, she had pulled out the Falchion and held it up to block an opponent's sword swing, all without thinking. Well, at least she was a respectable warrior on the field, and some might claim that was all that mattered. Lucina didn't believe it, but it was one aspect she could take pride in, especially now, when all else seemed dark. Even with her muscles stiff and reflexes slowed, she still recovered from the defense and swung her weapon straight through the opponent's chest. It hit her that she was already tainting the waters with blood, but that would excuse nothing. Blood wasn't her fault.
Surprisingly, even to her, Lucina was able to slice through a number of Valmese soldiers. Her movements were no longer graceful, they were certainly not acrobatic, which resulted in the hits being much less clean and lethal. They were still damaging, but it gave her enemies the chance to retaliate. They'd yet to hit her, but the interceptions and near misses were damaging her constitution. With her teeth gritted, sweat forming, hair matting, and every ounce of her body pleading for the inevitable not to happen, she finally dribbled urine into her underwear.
A chill ran up her spine at the sudden warmth, and she didn't have the strength to resist grabbing at the wet spot with her left hand. Without any enemy units around, she could get away with it. "No! Nonononononono NO!" She began trotting on her toes where she stood, the pace rapidly increasing as the leaks just wouldn't stop. By this point, the liquid was seeping through into her leggings, becoming barely visible in thin rivulets snaking down her thighs.
One could be forgiven for thinking Lucina had her accident already, but that wasn't quite the case. She was still holding on, if only by a hair's breadth. And it looked as urgent, her chest heaving even through her clothing and her eyes closed to better concentrate on herself. No doubt she was trying her best, but some futures are fixed, and she'd been destined to lose control for quite some time now. She went down fighting, struggling until the very end, when she finally burst, and had to come to terms with that. Lucina, proud warrior of a destroyed future, with the blood of the Exalt, peed herself.
No surprise considering her long trial up to now, but this would not be over quickly. Golden liquid poured from between her legs, most in a broken splatter straight down onto the tree root she was traversing, but plenty sliding down her leggings, dying the dark fabric a shade deeper. The stains sunk all the way down to her boots, not a far distance, but then began the point she could feel it pressing and squishing against her skin.
She had to relent. She had lost this fight spectacularly and needed to accept that. She fell to her knees hard enough to hurt, reducing the distance pee had to fall and muffling its noise. Her thighs were pointed inward and her feet spread out behind her, a position that did nothing beyond further soak her butt. Pressing it against the wooden floor with an open palm, her trembling hand finally gripped Falchion and sheathed it before the blade was profaned with her bodily fluids. She found the will to partially open her eyes, the world reduced to a blurry mess of color through her forming tears. "Naga...forgive me."
"Lucina!" Busy crying, and miraculously not being attacked, Lucina was unaware that Chrom was running towards her, until he called to her, panicked. In no time, he reached his daughter, and knelt before her, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her out of her daze. "Where are you hurt? How bad is the injury?"
She tried to look her father in the eyes, but even with watery vision obscuring his features, she couldn't bear to equal his gaze. "I...I...I..."
Another loud pair of footsteps bolted near the two, but the most Lucina could make out was the color red. That is, until they spoke. "Chrom, you may want to look down." Of course it was Sully.
Heeding his wife's advice, the prince looked down to his daughter's lower half. While the result of her accident had dripped down the curved platform into the pond below, the path it took through her leggings was unmistakable. "Oh, Lucina...what happened?" His tone, previously scared, was now quiet and sorry.
Lucina's shivering grew in intensity, until her sobbing snapped into a roaring wail, and she fell into her father's chest for his embrace. "I couldn't do it! We all stopped to use the bathroom, but I couldn't go because my body's stupid, and then I couldn't say anything because I'm stupid, and then...then..."
"Shhh," Chrom soothed, stroking her cape, and her back through it. "It's not your fault. It could have happened to anyone."
"No, it couldn't! When was the last time any of the Shepherds peed their pants? Any of your good, capable Shepherds worth the weapons they wield?"
"Yes, well..." It wasn't even bringing up a story from long ago, Chrom had literally never seen this happen with any of his troops. Unless he wanted to dig up a tale of Lissa when she was extremely young, which didn't match Lucina's demand and would only make her feel worse, if a kid was the only thing he could equate her to.
"The point is, from the moment I first laid eyes on you, the real you, I had no doubt you were worthy to have that sword," Sully interjected, before Lucina could take Chrom's silence as justification for more crying. "And we all still believe that. Take it from me, you're an amazing fighter, and this hasn't changed my mind a bit! It's one simple mistake stacked up next to countless victories."
"Exactly," Chrom agreed. "Regardless of a little accident like this, we're all still very proud of you. You've faced so many difficult challenges, and maybe you've stumbled, but you came out of it all a true leader."
"But even the best leader knows to ask for help when they need it, right? Did you think we couldn't help you, or were you just too ashamed to say anything?"
"The l-latter," Lucina choked and admitted. "Everyone else has no problem, why am I the only one falling behind, when I should have experience by now?"
"And I'm guessing Kjelle's 'performance' today wasn't easing your anxiety?" Lucina nodded, and Sully scratched the back of her neck. "Then I'm sorry for putting so much attention on it, but I can make it up to you. Your problem is a shy bladder? I'm sure I can get you comfortable around the other women, and until then, I can accommodate you."
"T-thanks, Mother." Even if her parents were here now to make it feel better, this whole experience was something she never wanted to happen again. She sniffled and wiped her eyes clear with her forearm sleeve.
Since the root was too small for all three in one place, Chrom helped Lucina to her feet and stepped back so the girls could hug. "Come on, I'll take you back to the camp," Sully whispered into her daughter's ear.
"No. This is the tree blessed by the voice of the Divine Dragon, and I've disgraced it. I need to apologize for my mistake in person." Lucina's sudden shift to regal dialect meant she was serious, and her parents, against their better wishes to let their daughter suffer, had to let her.
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The climb up the Mila Tree was awful. Besides being a very long and very tiring expedition, it gave all the Shepherds the chance to see Lucina's failings. None said anything, at least not to her or where she could hear it, but they were all suddenly looking at her differently. "Humiliating" was too light a word to describe it.
Somehow, she survived the ascent without fainting from either taxing force, and at least the scenery up here was tranquil and put her heart at ease. It looked like a shrine for the gods...which it really was. Lucina suddenly felt dumb, she just kept back as Say'ri stepped forth. "Lady Tiki! Are you here?"
While Lucina, and most of the Shepherds, expected a light befitting of a god's messenger to blind them, they instead got a green-haired woman in a red dress sitting up from behind some piece of decoration and yawning. Despite her tidy appearance, that kind of introduction did suggest she was just a homeless woman, if Say'ri didn't smile at her arrival. "Ah, my lady, I'm relieved to see you're all right."
Yawning again, Tiki rubbed her eyes until she could open them and see the large party welcoming her to the world of the awake. Still, despite so many new faces, her attention locked onto Lucina. "Marth? Is that you, Marth?" The oracle smiled very happily, until her sight shifted downwards and she saw a stunned Lucina's wet clothes. "Oh, Mar-Mar, did you have an accident?"
"Um, m-my name's Lucina, milady." She was locked up for a second, unable to process this chain of events, until it hit her why she came all the way up here. Jumping with that shock, she quickly bowed. "I have perverted these sacred grounds with my own mistakes, and I have no excuse for my unacceptable actions! Punish me however you like, but please hear my father out regardless!"
Tiki considered the apology, staying quiet long enough to make Lucina very scared what she would say when she broke the silence. Her mind racing with all the possibilities, she still never considered that Tiki would cover her mouth and giggle. "That's all? It's truly nothing you need concern yourself with. I've lived at the top of this tree for millenia, do you believe I took the long voyage to those surrounding woods every time I needed to relieve myself? Very well, I'll keep this discussion brief, I do not wish to hold you up in those clothes."
Lucina was, to put it mildly, floored by the candid details being willingly provided by a divine figure. None of the other Shepherds could believe what they had heard either, but Chrom still found the strength to look her in the eye and talk serious matters, concerning the Fire Emblem, the fell dragon Grima, and the fate of humanity. It was certainly not the path of events Lucina was expecting to be taken on today, every step of the way was unusual and unpredictable. It was an adventure she'd never get in her future, just perhaps one she didn't need to embark on. |
Author's note: Nowi? Understandable, I had been talking about how much I loved her. Morgan and Nah? Reasonable continuation. Lucina? Popular character. This one comes totally out of left field, I only came up with the idea while deciding I couldn't do anything with this. With MasterXploder's help on editing, I've proven myself wrong. That'll show me.
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Every time the Shepherds stopped and set up camp, within minutes, there would be a melodic humming that was heard all throughout the clearing. Consistently, the sound was Anna, engaging in one of her favorite pastimes: setting up shop. No one knew how the trickster did it, but she managed to cart around a stall and wares with her wherever the team went. On one hand, it was convenient to always have weapons and items available wherever they were from a trustworthy merchant, but at the same time, Anna didn't believe in a team discount.
Still, she was a shopkeep there to serve whenever needed, and was a force on the battlefield as well, so they humored her entrepreneurial tendencies. And at the moment, Robin was approaching her store. Despite having her back turned arranging the shelves, Anna's sixth sense always told her when a customer was nearby, and she faced the tactician with a smile. "What can I do ya for, Robin?"
He unsheathed a weapon from the scabbard on his back, laying it flat on the wooden board before him. "My sword's starting to crack again. I love the power of silver, but the durability goes downhill fast."
"I think you'd do better with a Levin Sword, and it just so happens I have one in stock!" She reached under the counter and pulled out the jagged blade.
"Hm, maybe...I've used one before when an enemy dropped it, but it didn't impress me. I've already got magic for range, the sword is pretty strictly for close-range combat. Then again, it was pretty powerful..." His mumbling grew quieter as he began considering "magic stats" and "growth potential", until he hit something in his rambling that broke him out of it, and he looked at the broker again, suspiciously. "If you're suggesting it, I can assume it's markedly more expensive?"
Anna winked and put her index finger on the edge of her mouth, a trademark pose she always pulled whenever someone questioned her methods. "Of course! I'm trying to make a living here!"
"Alright, I've got a question for you. The Shepherds are working to save the world, the very same world you live in, how can you morally justify charging us for your services at all? What if we fall in battle because we weren't able to arm ourselves with proper weapons?"
Anna rolled her eyes, with the number of teammates she had, this was not the first time she had heard this line of reasoning. "Then I've got a question for you too, smarty. Say I suddenly make everything free of charge for you heroes, what force is there to stop you from taking all my wares, besides 'honor'? Without any profits, I'm paying for restocks out of pocket, and selling out immediately after receiving. Afterwards, you win and the world is saved. I'm now out of product and without money. Whether you succeed or fail, I lose."
"But is that so bad? Money isn't the only thing that matters in this world."
"What?!" The red-haired vendor reeled back in pure offense. "How is money not the driving force of the world? It buys food, housing, clothing, and, for the right price with the right people, life, death, and sex. Every one of humanity's necessities is locked behind gold, which makes it the most important factor to survival."
"I feel like one of those doesn't match your point. Very well, but nothing stops those capable from living off the land, feeding off game and wild fruit, drinking from rivers, and building shelter from branches and moss. It's no natural law that everything has monetary cost."
"Only because we haven't found a way to charge for it yet. I guarantee you, once we can put a price on air, we will."
"If I'm being honest, you're scaring me. The idea that life will only belong to the rich one day? I don't want to believe it, if only for my own sanity. I choose to think the essentials will always be free to those willing to work for it."
Anna laid her elbow on the wooden bar that separated the two, and bent over to place her chin in her outstretched palm. "Aw, that's nice. Guess what? Your sword isn't an 'essential'. 800 gold."
Robin sighed, exasperatingly reaching into his pocket and pulling out his money pouch. "Fine. But don't think I'm finished attempting to change your mind." He placed a handful of coins in front of her, and walked away.
Counting the gold, the satisfied merchant called back to her customer. "Better men have tried!"
Frankly, that conversation gave Robin a lot to think about. Mostly about the nature of human morality, whether they as a species were corrupt enough to truly attempt monetizing bodily needs just because they could. But that was a thesis for later, his current concern was much smaller in scope. "There has to be a way to convince Anna her materialistic outlook is naive."
Anna was the kind of girl that believed in nothing more than gold and actions. Despite how handily he would win, a wordy debate would do nothing to convince her of anything. She needed some event to impart a moral. Somehow, Robin doubted a suitable circumstance would occur naturally, which meant he needed to set it up somehow. He racked his brain coming up with a proper scenario, but fell short, with every plan missing a few steps.
That is, until his aimless wandering halfway across the camp put him in front of the Shepherds' master of hexes and curses, Tharja. Suddenly, the final piece of the puzzle was in place. Robin's face contorted into a sinister grin as he approached the dark mage, not realizing his new expression matched her crazy demeanor. "Tharja, can you do me a favor?"
Upon hearing the tactician's voice, the sorceress stopped everything she was doing to place all her attention on him. "I will do anything you ask of me, Robin, my love."
"...I'll just ignore that last part. I know you can place hexes on people, but can you do the same to inanimate objects?"
"The only reason I don't do inanimate curses is because they're too easy. And it's much more fun to watch a person suffer."
"I'll ignore that last part again," Robin offered, starting to be a little creeped out by Tharja, as most usually were. "I've got a specific plan in mind, and I need your help to make it work."
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The day was coming to a close, and of course Anna was still manning the store. Though, with nothing to do, she was passing the time by polishing her personal sword. Despite making no noise, the merchant still looked up as Tharja approached the stand. "Sorry, I don't have much in terms of dark magic tomes, and it'd take more than you're worth to afford my services as test subject."
"Robin's busy, he asked me to pick up his sword."
Ordinarily, Anna's policy was that only the customer could retrieve their goods, but she was aware that Tharja and Robin knew each other. "Alright, give me a second." She knelt to the ground, digging through various items, until she pulled the silver sword out and placed it on the counter. True to her reputation, the weapon was shining, it looked new.
With her typical sinister eyes, Tharja reached for the sword, with Anna still touching the smooth metal. As soon as the mage's fingers brushed against the silver, the shopkeeper felt a shock go up her arm, as she recoiled back in surprise with a yelp. Static electricity, perhaps? It was a plausible explanation, but one could never be too careful when this woman was involved, she was scary holding up the weapon now. Maybe it was good she didn't wield blades, she always looked like she'd stab you in the back when she held one. As she walked away, Anna couldn't help but feel there'd be a few less Shepherds by the time Tharja gave up the sword.
"What did she do to me," she wondered aloud. There was no question that she had been cursed with something, the concern was what the effect would be. So far, she didn't feel any different, same as always.
Okay, maybe there was some feeling less than ideal in her body. "Man, I should really close the shop every once in a while. I need to take a leak." It was unlikely this was the grand curse, she had been running the stand long enough that it was perfectly reasonable she'd need to pee now.
Well, it wasn't getting any better sitting around, so she hung a small sign over the counter reading "closed". It pained her to step away and lose potential sales, but she was only human. But she wasn't going to abandon her goods for long, with some of the Shepherds' being notoriously "less than honest". With the wide back wall, her place of business also doubled as excellent cover to do her business. With no one looking, not that she considered this such a private action, she took the chance and ducked behind the barrier.
In the shade, Anna was more than ready to provide some precipitation to the soil. She pulled the pin on her belt out of the hole keeping it tight around her waist, the two ends flapping against the fronts of her legs. She gripped the handle to her zipper between her thumb and index fingers, and gently pushed to bring the connector down to the bottom of its track. Unfortunately, the force accomplished nothing, as the grip didn't budge.
"Hate when this happens," she mumbled. This wasn't the first time her pants had refused to come down, though they never stayed stuck for long. She doubled down, pressed her fingers closed until the zipper was leaving an indentation in her skin, and thrust her hand down with all her strength. Once again, she had nothing to show for it, aside from hurting her shoulder when her hand slipped off and flew down, almost to her feet.
"Crap!" No zipper had ever resisted Anna's full-force pull before, and repeated, frantic tugs were doing no more good. She started crossing her legs, a bad sign if she had no way to undress. Her pants were specifically tight and form-fitting, in order to show off more of her "assets" and entice customers to return to her in the future. Therefore, there was no chance they would come off unless they were loosened, something she had no idea how to do now, and not much time to figure it out before her body did what it needed to, without her consent.
Wiggling her butt violently, with nothing else she could do, Anna finally realized what had happened. This was Tharja's curse, making her zipper immovable. Noticeably tamer than her usual work, granted, but it was hard to look on the bright side with a bladder so full, it hurt. "I am going to make her pay! And I'm not talking about collecting a tab!" While it was difficult to accept that she had entered nature's bathroom and was leaving without accomplishing anything, she took a deep breath, sucked it up, and marched off to find the mage that blighted her.
Nothing would stop her anger, but there was one elusive question eating away at her. "Why would Tharja do this?" Yes, she'd test her spells on unsuspecting comrades, but she never even toyed with spells this simple. She had to have a plan in mind or this would just be a waste. Anna could figure this out, Tharja was predictable, not like Robin.
"Robin..." That's right, Tharja had outright said she was on a task from the tactician. It was still possible she had taken the request to kill two wyverns with one Elwind, but the pieces were fitting together much better with the assumption Robin was the mastermind. After all, the last they had seen of each other was an argument, a jesting one to be sure, but still some kind of bad terms. Perhaps this was Robin's way of teaching a lesson. She had to hope this wasn't the way he treated his children.
Regardless, Anna wasn't going to let this slide. She was going to find the one that put her in such a painful predicament, tell him off, and get her money's worth out of it. And it just so happened, the man himself passed right in front of her. "Hey!" Hearing the call, Robin correctly assumed it was for him, and he faced the woman he had wronged, who was not letting up on the accusation. "I'll give you a chance to explain what you did to me, but watch your words carefully!"
Despite her hard adherence to personal code, Anna was usually quite affable, so this boiling frustration was a stark contrast. He knew he was facing his due comeuppance, but Robin wasn't done with his scheme. He shrugged and shook his head. "I'm just putting what you said into practice. You need to pay to pee." He held out a palm and gestured his fingers towards himself. "20 gold."
"Fine." She reached into her pocket and pulled out exact change, holding the coins out in front of her. "Here you go."
Robin had no idea how to respond to that. He didn't take the money, just stared at Anna, confused. "You're...really going to pay me? Over something this stupid?"
"I know what I said earlier, and I'm not a hypocrite. If you want to be brave enough to take this gamble, make every one of the Shepherds your enemy, charging for something that used to be free, I'll respect your capitalistic endeavor. It's up to you to decide whether you can afford to take that plunge."
"Whether I can afford it? What about you? You're the one that has to pay."
"And your rate is 20 gold. That's chump change. All I have to do is make more than 60 gold per day, and I'm still turning a profit."
"But..." Robin was dumbfounded, he wasn't expecting this plan to go so...right. "That's not how this is supposed to work! You're supposed to realize what you were claiming before was wrong, apologize, and I dispel the curse now that you've learned your lesson!"
"Maybe in those fairy tale stories you read to your kids at bedtime..."
"How young do you think my children are?"
"...but that's not how real business works. Speaking of, I've got your fee, so hurry up and let me take my pants off, before I'll have wasted my money." Either to accentuate the point or just coincidentally, Anna began stepping rapidly in place, repeatedly balling her hands into fists at her sides and stretching them out, carefully keeping all twenty coins in her palm.
The tactician had no idea if his plan had worked or failed, a nearly impossible conundrum, it could very well be either depending on how deep one wished to look. He had no intention of taking any money from Anna, but she wouldn't learn anything if she got away scot-free, so he closed the distance between the two and let her drop the metal coins into his grasp. It was really the only way to salvage anything out of this. "Very well. Tharja!"
Tharja poked her head out from behind a nearby tree, it would have looked perfectly staged if Robin didn't jump in surprise at her presence. He only regained his composure as Tharja sulked over to the two of them. "Will you please remove the curse?"
"You never said anything about removing it manually."
"I'm sure I did. Does it matter anyway?"
"I set up this hex to only dispel on its own, after a few hours."
"What?!" Just hearing that created another spike in Anna's bladder, one that forced her trembling legs together, and her wrists to press hard against the zipper causing her current agony. "I can't hold it that long!"
Robin turned to Tharja, with a concerned look on his face. "There's really nothing you can do?" Tharja looked at him blankly, and he sighed. "I'm so sorry, Anna. This is my fault." He held his hand out and open, offering the gold coins. "You can have this back."
"Really? You offer refunds?" She was in pain, angry and not in a good mood, but that action somehow still made her giggle. An action she soon regretted, as the laughter shook her body in ways she really didn't want, it was enough stress to temporarily overpower her, and a tiny bit of urine found its way into her underwear. "Eep!" With that unpleasant feeling, she gripped between her legs as hard as she could, tapping one of her feet rapidly.
"So, what are you going to do," Robin asked.
"Well, it's looking pretty impossible, but I'm not just giving up. Who knows, maybe the delivery will arrive just in time." She gave a coy smile, but the rest of her face was on the verge of tears. She wasn't fooling anyone, she had no faith in her own ability anymore. But if she was going to put on a brave face, that was her business. The question was, how long could her stone wall facade last?
As it turned out, not very long at all. Once the conversation had ended, and Anna collected her gold, the merchant hobbled back to her shop, thankfully without anyone around to see her. She was no longer in the right state of mind to run the store, she couldn't even properly distract herself without seriously risking cutting her remaining time. Instead of climbing back behind the counter, she simply leaned on the wall behind the shack, doing everything in her power to hold herself. It wasn't helping much, each passing moment making her feel closer to bursting.
Very few would have the fortitude to even last this long, most would rather wet their pants by now instead of deal with this pain. Anna was waiting it out, if only because she had nothing else to do, but also because of the small glimmer that she could actually hold it out. There was no clear idea of exactly how long before the curse wore off, so maybe she had endured for hours now and it was only a few more minutes. Doing nothing also masked the time she had already spent suffering, it felt far longer than reality. The fact that her panties were incredibly wet also didn't help, not just because it was uncomfortable, but because it meant she was leaking at a frequency not possible unless she was right on the brink, a possibility she didn't want to believe.
She'd need to accept it soon, however, because it was happening. And she had only lasted fifteen minutes, not that she knew. The constant poundings of her bladder were like the drums of war, signaling the onslaught her pants were about to receive, and she no longer had the strength to resist. The constant dribbles elevated into a steady stream that soaked through her underwear in a second, spreading across the crotch and down the legs of her dark red pants. In the blink of an eye, her lower half was drenched.
"Damn." That was the only word she could say, not just because it easily described her disdain in one simple word, but it was the only coherent sentence she was able to manage. Every other thought was taken up by pure, unfettered relief. Everything she had contained up until now, that had caused her so much misery, was flooding out in a concentrated surge. No way around it, to a girl not so easily ashamed, this felt amazing.
Well, it was a little embarrassing, that's why she had even bothered holding off this long. Of course Anna would have been happier if she could get her pants off in time and squat, very few wanted to pee themselves, this was still a failure in a sense. It was just that she was a woman without any high standards to hold herself to. She had an accident, nothing could change that, but it didn't diminish her self-worth in any way. Besides the physical unpleasantness, the mental worry was only enough to break a blush on her cheeks.
Just enjoying the good of the moment, and further proving her inability to recognize time passing, it felt near instantaneous before she emptied, when it was over a minute in reality. In her perception, she spent longer gasping for breath after it was over, her first full thought in quite some time only came out following that. "Wow...wow, I was really bursting." Reaffirming something she knew, she had experienced it, but the giant puddle that had yet to seep into the dirt beneath her boots was fantastic visual proof.
Anna tried pulling her zipper again, just out of curiosity, she'd feel awful if it turned out it was freed once more. Thankfully, in a sense, it was still unmovable, she had done the best she could. "Yeah, I wasn't making that. It was worth peeing myself." The afterglow of intense desperation ending was sublime, the merchant felt nothing but happiness despite a totally drenched ass, crotch, and legs, basically all her lady advantages were tainted.
That's right, she was supposed to be angry at Robin, for putting her in a situation where she had no choice but to wet her pants, that was humiliating. Still, Anna was not a high-strung girl, it hadn't cost her anything besides some now-gone bladder pain and some mildly inconvenient soaking. She could wash her clothes and all this would be behind her, no real loss. Of course, that meant no gain either, so it was a waste of time, and time is money. She could be frustrated by that, unless it turned out there was a way to repackage this into something positive. "That's it!"
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Hours had passed, nighttime had fallen, and while most of the Shepherds were hanging around the campfire, Robin was looking for Anna. He had something he wanted to say to her for a while now, get it off his chest, but he had no idea how to approach her now. He had only just worked up the courage to confront her, though the fact that she was still in the home territory of her shop was a little intimidating, with only a lantern to illuminate her in the darkness. It was only enough light to see that she had discovered the hex's dissipation, and had changed pants. "Listen, Anna...I don't know how to properly apologize for what I've done. I only hope you can find it in you to forgive me, but I understand if you can't. I'll do whatever I need to make it up to you."
The fact that Anna hadn't acknowledged Robin was worrying, to say the least, but she responded while poking around in her stall. "I'm not mad, Robin. Though I hope you learned a lesson from all this."
"Yeah. Don't try and charge for human needs." It took him too long to realize what his point was, with the only excuse being he was distracted, he only objected a few seconds later. "Wait, that's what my point already was! I just proved myself right!"
"Eh, it didn't mean anything anyway," she dismissed. "Besides, I got a good new product out of it!" She reached below the counter and pulled out the aforementioned item. It took a second for Robin to identify it, probably because he didn't want to believe it, but there was no doubt: they were Anna's panties, stretched out to full view with her thumbs pulling on the waistbands. They were red and black, frilly, low-cut, and most strikingly, soaking wet. "Thanks for the idea."
"Don't be crediting me for this. What in Naga's name is your drenched underwear supposed to accomplish?"
"Once word spreads, this'll be a hot commodity! The panties used by a woman as attractive as me? And since you inspired it, I'll give you a deal. Half off. 10,000 gold."
"Ten-thousand is half off?! How can you expect to sell anything with a price that ludicrous?!"
"You were pretty celibate before getting married, so I don't blame you for not knowing, but sexual items like this are worth a whole lot. There are a lot of rich men with no means of release that'll pay prices like that. Or those with less money that will save up for this. That's why it's important they're wet, it makes them more special. Kinky stuff like this is harder to find." She winked and stuck her tongue out a little to the side of her mouth.
"So you admit you're trying to sell me something inherently sexual? Tiki's already threatened to eat you, do you want a second dragon on that list?"
"Don't forget, I'm not angry, but you still owe me. 'I'll do whatever I need to make it up to you', I believe were your exact words."
Robin threw his arms up in defeat. "I give up. There's no point bargaining with you. Forget I said anything about being sorry." He walked away, dejected and a little unclean, but nothing was dampening Anna's spirits. All she needed to do was make this item known in shadier markets, and she'd be positively swimming in gold. |
Author's note: Thanks to MasterXploder for proofreading.
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The middle of the night, under the dim light of the barely-present moon, a time when no one should be awake. This applied to the Shepherds as well, the whole army was deep in slumber, resting to reserve energy for tomorrow's march, and probable battles. That is, except for one girl, stirring in her tent. She was Morgan, the half-manakete child of the Shepherd's tactician and his wife, back from the future. Somehow, neither the presence of a dragon nor a time-traveler was unusual here. And, most prominently at the moment, she was not awake by choice.
Morgan tossed and turned in her sleeping bag, eyes forced shut and trying her hardest to fall back asleep. It wasn't working, however, and she had to declare what was bothering her, no one conscious to listen. "Nn, I really can't hold it any longer..." Maybe she had an extra drink or two before turning in for the night, or just neglected to duck out during the evening, whatever the reason, she had to pee, and soon.
Problem was, it was some insanely early hour of the morning, it was really dark out. Going out alone in those conditions, even if she wouldn't be wandering far, was not a smart thing to do. And...maybe she was a little afraid, just a bit. Of the girls she shared a tent with, she wasn't comfortable asking any of them to do a midnight potty run with her. That's where she was now, building up the courage to run to one of the other tents, since she couldn't ignore this need.
"Ah, I don't have the time!" If she didn't go for it, she'd be cleaning up a big puddle. Sliding out of her sleeping bag, one hand firmly gripping her crotch, Morgan dashed through the flaps into the cool open air, chilling her mostly exposed skin. Ordinarily, she would never go out in the open at her level of undress, just a shirt and panties, but now, she was on too much of a mission to really notice. At least she knew right where she needed to go, one specific tent locked in her mind. Unfortunately, she couldn't run to it, she couldn't see it in the dark. She needed to wait for her eyesight to adjust, taking from the very few minutes she had. All the while, she made various grunting noises, dancing in place as she cradled her right hand between her thighs rubbing together.
Eventually, she could see well enough to at least make out the outline of her destination, and that's all she needed to bolt for it, bending over to crawl through the opening flaps, into the canvas coverings. It was still a little difficult to see, but despite her amnesia, Morgan couldn't mistake the woman she was looking for, with her small stature and messy, long green hair, that was Nowi. "Mother! Mother," she called in hushed whispers, getting on her knees and shaking the sleeping little manakete. Morgan counted her lucky stars that her mother was actually here, instead of in a private tent with her father that she would dare not disturb.
"Uuu, Morgan," she slurred, eyes straining to open, her daughter pleading her to hurry up. It took almost a full minute for Nowi's purple eyes to look Morgan in the face, still glassed over and dim. "What is it, sweetie? Did you have a bad dream too?"
"No! I need you to come with me so I can use the bathroom! Please!" Her prodding grew fiercer, practically pulling her mother from beneath her blanket.
"A-alright, alright." Nowi slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes and yawning. "Can you give me a minute to get dressed?"
"I can't wait that long! I promise, no one else will see you!"
"That urgent? Okay, I get it." Nowi slid out into the open, dressed in nothing but the bare minimums to cover her essentials, stumbling to her feet. No sense putting everything on just to take it all off. "Let's go," she pointed with her outstretched thumb, Morgan practically leaping at the direction.
But, the universe just had to hold her up, because she was fated to have an accident or something. The girl sleeping next to Nowi started getting up, stretching her arms and loudly yawning. That was Nah, Nowi's other daughter, and Morgan's older sister, despite appearances. "Are you two going to the bathroom," she asked, a surprising amount of energy for someone just woken up. "Guess I might as well g-go, too."
"Sure, that's okay," Nowi approved. "Just hurry, for Morgan's sake." With her mother's permission, Nah got up, much less lethargic than the rest of her family. She had no need to put any extra clothes on, she went to sleep in her normal dress, just missing the cape and stockings. With all three up and ready, Morgan in particular unable to wait, the manakete girls left the tent, into nature's wilds.
The clearing the Shepherds were using as their campgrounds was surrounded by dense forest on all sides, so there was no question about which direction the three needed to head, the only concern was distance, just common courtesy. And, Morgan was having a hard enough time handling just that. She was a tough girl, even if she didn't always act like it, she didn't just get up to pee because she didn't feel like holding it any longer. She needed to go incredibly bad, and her composure was failing fast. A patch of warmth was rapidly growing between her legs, and it wasn't stopping. "Okay, we're far enough!"
"I don't know, we're still pretty close," Nowi observed. "We should probably move a little...oh, I get it. Yeah, here's fine." Those were the words Morgan was begging to hear, though she would have proceeded regardless. She threw her white panties to the ground and kicked them away, not that there was much point anymore, they couldn't get much wetter. In a single second, she was squatting close to the ground, unleashing a gushing flood of pee, forcing the loose dirt at the point of impact away.
"Guuuh, mmmm," she moaned, along with various other incomprehensible sighs. All that agony, the torture of waiting far too long, washing away in a torrent, with a little splashing back onto her ankles. "Amazing" wasn't even strong enough vocabulary to describe the sensation, and she was not in a position to carefully consider appropriate wording. Between her own utterances, and the waterfall crashing only a couple feet from her ears, it was safe to say her world would not stretch beyond her tiny radius until she finished.
"Agh!" Well, that's what she thought, but that one didn't come from her. That shout was Nah, a good distance from her, still audible amidst the din of Morgan's leak. It must have been serious for her to be that loud. Were they being attacked, and was it bandits, animals, or Risen? She trusted her mother and sister to be able to handle whatever it was, but it was still a worrying situation.
Turns out, there was nothing to be scared of. Following her sister's outburst, the only sound coming from that direction was the frantic rustling of clothing, and the crash of running water. Right, Nah did say she was going to go, and she got right on that. But, her exact words were "might as well go", and that roaring spray begged to differ. Morgan knew, for a fact, her sister could not comfortably hold something that strong, this was the typical noise for "Nah dying to go".
And what a noise it was, somehow audible over Morgan's desperate pee, an amazing feat considering the volume the junior sibling was pushing. It simply wasn't possible that Nah wasn't about to have her own giant accident, unless she was forcing this pee out so she could return to bed faster.
That would have been an acceptable explanation, if she wasn't still going by the time Morgan reached her tail end. Now she was sure, it wasn't possible that Nah didn't almost burst. If anything, given her slightly smaller stature, she should have been more desperate than her little sister, who already half peed herself. "What...what is she doing," Morgan asked to herself, in between lingering pants of her own pleasure that still hadn't faded.
Only when her raging rapids started to calm did that hazy sense diminish, leaving her one final sigh. "I'm never waiting that long again," she moaned, feeling around for a leaf to wipe herself with.
"Ooh, that just sounded bad. You know, it's unhealthy to hold in that much when you don't need to," Nowi advised, reminding Morgan that her mother was here with them, having been too preoccupied thinking about her sister, in the limited room for thought she had for a solid minute. At least that was over, both her and Nah's reserves had dried up from the sounds of it.
Yet, somehow, there was still the echoing sound of running water. That couldn't be Nah still going...could it? "Mm, that's nice." Oh yeah, Nowi could also be going, though she didn't really need to. In comparison to her daughters' handiwork, Nowi was only letting out a light little tinkle. Didn't mean it wasn't relaxing, but it was nothing to be amazed by.
Either way, finished and clean, Morgan stood up as a cold wind blew past, ruffling the girls' hair and clothes, as well as the areas lacking clothes. Feeling the chill against her unprotected private parts, she covered her nether regions and began frantically looking for the underwear she so thoughtlessly tossed away. With a little memory of how she threw it earlier, and a lot of fantastic luck, she found the white garment swiftly, picking them up and feeling the crotch in the process. "Ew...I think I really ruined these."
Taking nowhere near as long as her kids, Nowi's trickle came to an unceremonious end, she shook the few straggling drops off and pulled her panties back up to their snug resting place. "It'll be fine, Morgan. We're not far from the river, you can wash them in the morning. But for now, let's go back to bed, before we catch a cold. Don't step in the puddles on your way back!" She waited for her girls to catch up before walking back herself, taking the chance to lean in towards Morgan and whisper. "I won't tell anyone how close that was for you."
"T-thank you, Mother." Though she didn't remember Nowi from her future, their interactions in the present had convinced Morgan that her mother was a woman of her word. She was a goof-off, but very reliable and trustworthy. She couldn't resist giving a quick hug to mom before they split to their respective tents before anyone could see them half-nude, Morgan especially.
In the darkness, Nah was able to stay behind without detection, sliding her fingers against the crotch of her own, very wet underwear. "I really can't believe I managed that," she shuddered, from the gross sensation of the touch, and from the sensitive area she was stroking beneath. Morgan's secret suspicions were correct, Nah was filled to the brim with urine. She was suffering with the same predicament before her sister came in, desperate and unable to sleep, but she couldn't ask for Nowi's assistance either.
There was no room for embarrassment about needing to pee in an army, not when the women all gathered to do their business multiple times a day, Nah wasn't shy about that. It was simply a fear of inadequacy. She was one of the smallest girls in the Shepherds, a size that had a noticeable impact on her holding capacity. But even then, the girls she was close in size to still managed better than her. Every time they stopped marching for a break, Nah was the only one that barely made it, usually leaking no small amount before she got that far. Someone must have noticed her routinely yellowed panties, she swore they were becoming permanently stained, and started talking about how weak her bladder was.
If there was one thing Nah would not stand for, it was the assumption that she was weak. That thought made her legitimately angry; if she was acting weak, it would be doing a huge disservice to the manakete heritage she held onto through discrimination and abuse. If she couldn't be a proper manakete now, she didn't deserve that privilege, and as one of only a handful of manaketes left, she had to live up to the status. Peeing herself was not something a dragon should do, something she had already failed at once, and recently.
"Nah? Where are you," Nowi called, peeking her head out from the tent. She wouldn't even dream of feeling this way just a short while ago, but Nowi really was the image of a manakete that Nah wanted to someday reach: strong, kind, mature, intelligent (even if only when the situation really called for it), and loved.
"I-I'm coming, Mother!" That's right, she would continue to be tough, and make her race proud. If she wasn't strong yet, she'd become strong. If she couldn't hold in pee now, she'd build up to that. That was her resolve, as she joined her mom in their tent for the rest of the night.
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Mornings were a busy time. People were preparing and eating breakfast, packing up their supplies and collapsing the tents, escaping into the woods to answer morning's call, Robin was poking his head into Nowi's tent to wake her up, and Morgan had successfully snuck to the nearby brook to rinse out her undergarments.
Meanwhile, Nah had been awake for some time now, long enough to get her chores finished. She was fully dressed, her minimal belongings were packed away, though not before heading to the river to wash out her own panties before anyone else could see her. Without anything to do while she waited for everyone else to catch up, she was sitting on a fallen tree trunk, reading a strategy book she borrowed from Morgan, though the copious handwriting in the margins certainly weren't hers. She was just one in the line to read this book, all within the family.
"I almost didn't recognize you with your hair down like that, Nah." With her focus on the pages, Nah didn't see someone approach her, but she recognized the voice. It was enough to make her put down the book to look at the one attempting to hold a conversation with her. It was the last manakete of the team, and the oldest by far, Tiki, smiling down at her. "I think it looks rather fetching."
That's right, Nah did have braiding her hair on the to-do list for the morning, but she pushed off until the sun rose, when she could see what she was doing. After that, she just...forgot, leaving its length hanging behind her. "I'm more concerned with it getting in my way like this. Braids make it much easier to manage."
"If that's the case, would you like me to prepare it for you?"
"You know how to braid hair?"
"When you've been around for as many millenia as I, you get curious about your appearance. I've experimented with many different hair styles in my past."
So, when was the last time she'd done braids? Some two thousand years ago? "I can handle it myself, thanks." Nah put the book down next to her, split the long back of her hair into halves, working the left side first, tying two strands around each other to keep them ordered and proper.
"Well, if you have no need of me, I have other matters I should attend to," Tiki excused, subtly shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"Actually, I have a question I'd like to ask you. It's just a...little personal, if that's alright."
"You'll have to ask the question first before I can tell you if I'm able to answer."
Twiddling her locks between her fingers, without making any progress on her hairdressing, Nah's attention shifted to a caterpillar crawling through the grass by her boots. "So...when you were younger, and my size, how did you deal with...you know, having to relieve yourself all the time?"
"Ah, that's what's troubling you? It's not the easiest handicap to come to grips with, I'll admit, but the only times it ever caused me shame were due to my own stubbornness and foolishness."
"What do you mean?"
"I'd rather not go into detail, so as not to waste your time, but I had a particular incident during the time of legends that you've asked about."
"During the time of King Marth?"
"Yes, although he didn't carry that title in those days. On our travels, I would be too proud to admit when I needed to answer nature's call, which caused me much grief, as you can imagine. Once, it was much more severe."
"You...didn't make it?"
"Yes, and it such was a horrible feeling, knowing that I'd failed myself with all to see. I was so lucky that Mar-Mar was so understanding."
"Mar-Ma...er, King Marth sounds like he was a wonderful person, from all you've told me."
"It's true, he was, but he isn't the only one. I'm assuming you're asking about this topic because it concerns you as well."
A light blush spread across Nah's cheeks, bridged by the gap between her nose and mouth. "Y-yes. You've had the time to learn how to control yourself, so I was hoping you could give me advice."
"Unfortunately, good capacity is something that just happens when you grow up. But I still learned something from that incident, that I don't need to be humiliated by my own bodily functions, regardless of how lacking they may be in comparison to others. There's a special bond that those who fight alongside one another share, and as worrisome as it may seem now, I promise no one else sees it that way. They would think no less of you, should they witness an accident."
"But my father and sister already have! That's why I really don't want it to happen again!"
"And did they mock you for it?" Nah tried to say something, but couldn't think of a proper response, her head just fell. "I'm not your family, so I can't tell you what to do. How you conduct yourself is up to you, and I trust you to make a smart decision. I simply gave you insight to how I see things."
"I..." The young manakete tried to object, but once again had nothing to say. "Very well. Thank you for your time."
"You're free to talk to me anytime. However, if we're done for the moment, this conversation has only increased the urge I was on my way to relieve." Despite how she was skirting around saying it, Tiki showed little shame in pulling on her dress and dancing in a way rarely seen on adults.
Nah's eyes widened in surprise at how the eldest manakete was presenting herself, though she should have expected this lack of modesty from her. "O-oh! I won't delay you!" Attempting to escape this discussion quickly turned awkward, she hastily picked up her book and buried her face between its covers.
Not willing to wait around if there was no reason, Tiki hurried into the thicker woods behind the two, slipping into the blind spot afforded by one of the nearer trees. Nah breathed a sign of relief that this exchange was over, until she was cut off mid-breath by Tiki poking her head out from behind the trunk, her lower body still obviously squirming. "Oh! There's one more lesson you may find useful!"
"W-what?!"
"If you're that concerned about leaking and little accidents, you may want to rethink your choice in clothing! I suggest either pants to hide any spills, or having nothing to wet in the first place!"
Nah got what she was saying, though she wished she didn't. Her facial features disappeared in a sea of vibrant red. "T-that's the opposite of a solution! I'm not doing that, not ever! And not so loud!" She frantically looked around for whoever would be staring at their shouting match, only to find no eyes batted towards them. "I'm sure someone heard it," she muttered, wanting to forget the last ten seconds by going back to her book, whose words were now incomprehensible. She could still somewhat read them, but it didn't look right. "How long have I been holding this upside down?"
Meanwhile, out of view, Tiki had her back to the tree's wide girth as she squatted on her toes. The next part couldn't be any easier, she lifted the strips of cloth covering her crotch and rear, and with no other obstructions, she let her bladder relax. Immediately, a healthy, clouded stream of pee began falling from her nethers, settling in the grass between her legs. "Aaaahhhh..." Even a need such as this had a difficult time rousing the manakete from slumber, so whenever she awoke, a small tinkle break was always appreciated.
<=TO BE CONTINUED== |
Author's note: We started with Nowi, we end with Nowi. Thank MasterXploder for not only editing this time, but providing the idea for this part.
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"Come on, Morgan! Don't hold back," Nah's echoing voice commanded. Another day had passed, another morning very nearly passed, and with the Shepherds in no hurry to move, the half-manakete children were training together, a very specific training. Nah was hovering above the ground in her dragon form, with her kid sister standing a fair distance away, brandishing a Wyrmsbane blade.
"I-I'm not so sure about this," Morgan objected. "I don't really have any practice with swords, I might slip and hurt you!"
"That's the point of this training, me learning how not to get hit! Just attack me already!"
"I'd think it would be a lot safer if you asked Father to take my position."
"He would never agree to attack me with a sword, he'd say it was 'too dangerous' and end the conversation there."
"Well then, perhaps you should consider that the adult has a point." That male voice was certainly not one of them, that was their dad, Robin. It didn't take long for the two to notice him, standing off to the side. At least he didn't look mad that one of his children almost could have killed the other. "Training to avoid Wyrmsbane?"
Lowering to the ground, a flash of light enveloped Nah, leaving only her human form behind when the flash subsided. "Yes. It's the biggest weakness we manaketes face on the battlefield, it only seems smart to learn how to mitigate that disadvantage."
"It makes sense to me, but your plan has a few holes in it. First off, Morgan is correct, it is much safer to have someone who knows how to wield a sword be your opponent. Second, in the event that a mishap should occur, you should have a healer on standby. Finally, while I understand the objective is to protect yourself from Wyrmsbane, actually using it during training is extremely unsafe." Robin was so busy lecturing planning that he forgot to be a father until afterwards, with proper father worries. "Who gave you that sword, anyway?"
"Lon'qu," Morgan answered. "He let us borrow it, in exchange for leaving him alone."
"Well then, maybe you should return it to him now." Holding the sword tightly, Morgan heeded her father's request and ran off towards the camp. "And don't run," he called, forcing her to slow to a walk, before she got too far away. Not wishing to be alone, Nah started walking away, until Robin put a hand on her shoulder to hold her in place. "Wait. There's something I need to talk to you about."
Jumping with a startle, Nah turned her head to face her father, a sad look in her eyes. "Am I in trouble?"
"Do you promise not to be so reckless with training again?" Nah didn't say anything, and she hesitated before answering, but she did nod her head to agree. "Good. Honestly, I'd rather not receive a guilt trip about how often you've been punished," he muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing. Anyway, I understand you're concerned about your, er..." He had started the thought without any worry, but by the time he reached the sensitive subject halfway through, it suddenly got uncomfortable, and he had to struggle to finish. "Your restroom difficulties."
In an instant, the little manakete's face began radiating a blush as red as Cordelia's hair. "H-how did you know about that?!"
"Fathers always know when something is troubling their daughters. I'm not bringing it up because I want to embarrass you, I think I have a way to assist."
In an instant, Nah went from wanting no part of this conversation to practically hanging off his chest, eagerly awaiting his next sentence. "You have something? What is it?! What is it?!"
Smirking, Robin reached into his pocket, pulling out a small purple vial. "This is just a little potion, to help compress the fluids in your system so it takes longer to fill up. That sounds exactly like what you're looking for, does it not?"
Apparently, it was, as Nah started reaching up to grab the container for herself. However, as soon as her gloved fingertips brushed against the outer glass barrier, she froze. "Did Tharja have anything to do with making this? I heard the story about the last time she played a part in a bathroom-related incident."
"No, I've studied this sort of thing before and did it myself. Tharja doesn't have much interest in brewing," he stated, conveniently neglecting to mention how much of the aforementioned story was his fault. "Do you really think I'm the kind of father who would give his child something at all unsafe?"
True, despite only being together a few months, Robin had been a caring, doting father, though not always the wisest. He looked sincere, and frankly, Nah needed that promise to be true. Smiling, she took the vial, popped the cork keeping the contents contained, and took a sip before any of her other senses could analyze the substance. Probably for the best, as halfway through downing the thick liquid, her eyes widened, she gagged and pulled the flask away from her lips. "Blech! It tastes really salty!"
"Of course, salt dehydrates you. It's an important primary ingredient to produce the same effect down in your stomach. Think about it, if miracle potions tasted good, everyone would use them for everything."
Nah eyed the remaining potion suspiciously, swishing it around in a circle, creating a tiny whirlpool in the center. "It's pretty disgusting..." She would have been happy to stop right there, but she had to assume it wouldn't take effect unless she drank the whole thing, and she really needed that boost. Gulping, she pinched her nose shut and downed the rest in one fell swoop, choking as it slid down her throat.
Anticipating the reaction, Robin held out his water canteen to his daughter, who took it and chugged half of it to wash the foul taste from her mouth. "There, that wasn't so bad. Let me know tonight if it worked, I might need to make a few adjustments to the recipe."
"I can tell you now, you need to add some flavor. Pick some berries and mix them in."
The tactician laughed. "I'll see what I can do without compromising the formula. I have other matters I need to attend to, so I should leave. Have a good day, Nah." He rubbed her hair, ruffling the well-kept style, to the manakete's dismay. "Sorry, should I not do that?" She nodded slowly, and Robin attempted to fix his mistake, to no avail, only making it messier. At least the one lock always springing upwards had company. "Heh, h-heh...I-I'll just leave this to you. Stay safe," he bid, turning and walking away quite fast, practically jogging from the scene.
She sighed at the thought of needing to redo her hair, but the rest of the interaction was enough to keep her happy. "Finally, I'm not going to be just a little kid anymore. I'll be able to hold it in, like everyone else can. I can finally be an adult!"
"Shepherds," Chrom's voice called out from somewhere else in the gathering, "we need to move, posthaste! Gather your belongings quickly, and get ready to leave!" Looked like the time to rest had come to an end, it was clear there'd be challenges soon if the prince was this worried, but Nah was calm. She drank the gross potion, her one concern would no longer even be a spot on her mind, or her underwear. She was confident that things would be different today, she'd stay dry, easy.
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Well, Nah was half right. Many hours had passed, the sun had circled near to the horizon to set, shining directly into the corner of everyone's eyes, forcing all to turn their heads eastward to avoid blinding themselves, especially with the intermittent shining through the forest trees. And while the little dragon girl had indeed kept her clothes bone-dry, it was only through immense effort on her part. At the moment, Nah needed to pee something fierce, she was feeling hot, sweating in response, and wincing, all for the sake of keeping her pee firmly inside her.
No one knew why Chrom had demanded they leave so suddenly, except for maybe Robin, the two had been talking between themselves. Everyone else was left in the dark and to their own devices, having to make their own entertainment without slowing down, becoming more and more challenging as the troops grew further exhausted from the long walk.
For whatever reason being kept from them, there was no time to stop, either. Lissa had already asked, and if he would deny his own sister, chances were slim anyone else could get through. While she had no proof, Nah had to imagine that all the other Shepherds were at least in similar boats as her. No way anyone could hold it that long and not feel it, she rationalized. Unless Chrom eased up soon, he'd have one hell of an accident on his forces. And after seeing his daughter go through this once, it was hard to believe he'd let it happen again.
Nah wasn't doubting anything, but it was nice to have confirmation that her worries were correct, when Nowi slowed down from further ahead to talk to her child. "Are you doing okay, Nah? Holding up alright?"
Despite her mother's audible concern, she was not about to undo her tough image, as she puffed out her chest and held her shoulders broad. "Of course, I'm perfectly fine! I'm great, in fact!"
Surprisingly, that declaration sounded pretty convincing considering the situation she was in, it probably would fool most who asked. Unfortunately, Nowi was not one of those people. Due to her old age, she had a phenomenal sense for emotions and empathy, especially with her own kin. No lie would sneak past her. Eyebrow raised, she stared straight into her daughter's soul, past the falsified facade. "Would you like if I asked to break for a minute?"
Nah's shell was tough, but thin. As soon as Nowi wormed her way past the outer barricade, she was defenseless, her guard dropped. After all, it was just her mother. "Y-yes. I could really use the stop." A pitiful sight, she realized how bad she looked a second later, and went back to her played-up persona. "Um, I mean...I-I guess I wouldn't mind. Not that I need it, but better to be prepared." Smiling with counterfeit certainty, her expression soon fell as reality set in. "But we can't stop. Chrom already said so."
"You're forgetting one thing, sweetheart," Nowi declared, very bouncy and bubbly. "Your dad is the tactician, and Chrom's best friend! I ask him nicely, so he asks Chrom, and it's a strong case! Pretty good plan, isn't it? Right up there with Robin's best!"
Morgan was the apprentice tactician of the siblings, but even Nah could see a prominent flaw. "What if he still says no?"
"Then he'll have a wet manakete to deal with, and no one wants that," Nowi assured, clutching at her crotch through her shorts. That's right, Nah didn't realize, of course Nowi had to go too. She stayed in control, far better than her daughters, but she was always needing that pee whenever they stopped. It was easy to forget how desperate she was when she never wet herself.
Or did she? Nah had never seen it, but that was only a few months out of a millenium-long lifetime. Something must have happened in the past that she hadn't heard, some tale not told to her. That's when she remembered, in the moment she was trying to repress, Robin mentioning something. "Actually, Mother, there is something I'm curious about. You see, Father said something about a time you had an accident. Would you mind sharing that story?"
"Oh, he talked about that?" She definitely sounded surprised, maybe a little disappointed, but it vanished pretty quickly. "Sure, I can tell you about it. Well, I guess it isn't much to tell. I slept in late and didn't have the chance to tinkle before we left. So we-"
"Why didn't you ask to stop," Nah interrupted. "You don't have any shame in admitting that kind of thing."
"Yeah, but it was different then. Before we got together, I just had a really big crush on Robin, and I didn't want to say anything in front of him, because then I'd look all sad and stuff. So, right when it was becoming really bad, we all got interrupted a horde of Risen and had to spread out in a clearing to fight. Since I was acting all weird, your dad stayed with me, and after I told him I was having an emergency, he helped me to the bushes and protected me." With her free hand, Nowi cradled her cheek and smiled warmly. "That was our first 'moment', and it was super cute and romantic," she swooned.
While she had been quite curious about her parents' history as a couple, Nah felt she would have been better off without knowing that their first date involved pee. Grimacing in disgust, she instead turned to what would surely become her own version of the tale, one without the same happy ending. The young girl part of her consciousness began wishing for a boy that would fill the same supportive role, but one problem at a time. "Mother, if you're going to ask to break, could you please do so now? It'll be too late in a minute or two!"
Her daughter's plea yanked Nowi from her nostalgic reminiscing. "Oh, of course! I won't keep you waiting, honey!" She hurried back towards her husband at the head of the pack, leaving Nah squirming and wiggling. No leaks yet, but she felt the tide rising higher, and whimpered at the dull pain radiating in her abdomen.
"Ugh, why is it still so bad? I drank the potion, and I'm still about to explode!" Hand firmly between her thighs, she halted her slow stride to bounce and shiver. Good thing her shorter legs and stiff walk kept her towards the back of the group, so she wasn't holding anyone up. Soon enough, the urge passed, leaving only an agonizing, hot, cramping pressure.
"No...no, of course it's working," she bounced back. "It's been close to six hours, and I haven't leaked a single drop! I can manage as long as I need to now!" She was smart enough not to tempt fate, so keeping her defenses up, she resumed marching while still holding on with the tenacity expected of a dragon. "Come on, Mother, hurry up..." Still didn't mean she wanted to wait, of course. "It can't be that hard to convince Father to listen to you..."
"Keep your wits about you," Chrom shouted from ahead. That didn't sound like declaring a pee break. Without any clarification, things went dead quiet, as all looked around for anything to explain why their leader was so on edge. One by one, they noticed the pair of glowing red eyes in the shadow of the forest, joined by another, and another, until there were at least a dozen. "Risen!"
"We can't efficiently fight here," Robin stated. "There's too many blind spots, and the Risen blend into the darkness too well. We should run ahead to that...hm. This feels familiar. A-anyway, that clearing up there would be better." True to his word, there was a brightness at the end of the tunnel of trees, signaling a clearing with much more maneuverability. Recognizing the advantage that arena afforded, every Shepherd began running, quick as their tired, pained bodies could, into the light.
After the momentary blindness from the full brunt of the sun, the terrain of the open field became apparent. Which meant it was time for the tactician to take control, handing out orders of a grand plan too complicated for anyone to keep track of. As expected, Morgan was the only one who looked like she knew what was happening, but with how much distraction she was surely facing, maybe she was just adept at pretending to look smart. Or maybe that was selling her sister short, Nah couldn't say, especially not now.
Like all others, Nah was spaced out until her father called her name. "Nah, you'll be going in that direction," he directed, pointing far off in the distance. "Once you reach the valley wall, start clearing the outer edge. You should meet up with Libra somewhere along the way."
The little manakete tried to look where her father was referring to, but her eyes got caught on a detail on the opposite end of the valley. She saw only that one thing, that grabbed her attention and wouldn't let go: a small creek, its clear water slowly streaming away. Immediately, a similar feeling awakened in Nah, though she could guarantee her flow would not be so calm. Only problem was, Robin was still looking at her, not to mention all the Shepherds right next to her, following instinct and grabbing herself hard was not the right answer with witnesses around. With that handicap, she had to make do with merely pressing her legs together.
"A-ah," she squeaked, realizing that wasn't quite enough to stem the tide attempting once more to force its way out of her totally filled bladder. It was a long time coming, but finally, urine made its way into her underwear, just a dribble. It was still enough to send her into a panic, as she forced her thighs against each other even harder to keep the loss to just that little leak. It succeeded, for the time being at least, but the message was clear: it wouldn't work for long. "Why does this have to be so challenging?"
That's when it dawned on her. "Of course it's hard! Father's testing how I hold up under the most extreme circumstances! He wants to know how tough I am, and how well the potion works!" She didn't relax, that was a luxury she couldn't afford anymore, but the realization did give her peace of mind. So comforting, in fact, that she didn't realize everyone else had received their orders and moved out. "H-hey! Don't leave me behind," she cried out, hobbling down her set path.
Either despite or because of her slow stride, it wasn't long before Nah's journey was intercepted by a Risen soldier, in human swordsman form. At least his sword wasn't a Wymsbane. Reaching into the satchel hanging around her waist, she pulled out her Dragonstone, clutching it and activating its power. A radiant glow enveloped her, and when the light faded, a pink dragon had taken her place.
Shifted into her dragon form, Nah only felt one thing: bliss. Dragons were much bigger than their human counterparts, and all their internal organs were larger to match. As soon as her body changed, the pee she was holding was moved into a dragon bladder, where it was barely a concern. It was incredible, hours of holding, and she just suddenly didn't have to go anymore. Her pain washed away like an ocean's receding waves, it was beautiful.
Without any worry clouding her thoughts, Nah could concentrate on the battle. Baring her sharp teeth, she began forming a blast of fire in the back of her throat. If the Risen had emotion, he would certainly be terrified, seeing a dragon staring down at him, opening her mouth with only a glow in the void. It grew brighter and brighter, as the blast of flame exited her maw and flew into the monster, incinerating it in one quick burst.
Normally, Nah would roar in delight at her strength, but she was too aware of what was to come to feel joy. Theoretically, she could stay in dragon form, but it was a very dangerous proposition, the stress it would cause on a manakete, especially a young one such as herself, could do serious damage. She would have to turn back into human form, with all the disadvantages it brought. She briefly contemplated risking the harm, just to enjoy the sensation of an empty bladder a little longer.
It didn't happen, with a clear mind, she could weigh the consequences and decide it wasn't worth it. Another flash of light surrounded her, and her tiny body was back on the field. The torture was instantaneous, her bladder filled from near-zero to brimming all at once, she couldn't take it. "Aaaaahhhh!" She screamed in pain, falling to her knees while gripping her crotch for dear life, fingers trembling under the strain, barely registering the wetness on the fingertips growing warmer and more prominent as the small stain was expanded with more dribbles unable to stay contained. She was so close to yanking her panties down right there in the middle of the battle in order to go.
She resisted that temptation as well, something much more difficult this time. Through nothing short of a miracle, she found the strength to get back on her feet, though without enough to spare to remove her hands. No doubt in her mind, if she were to let go, her underwear would be flooded right then and there. Tears in her eyes, she had a hard time regaining her sense of direction, she was only pointed in a direction by another undefeated Risen to be drawn to.
Nah was never the kind of person whose response to an intense need to pee was "let a little out to ease the pressure", she just didn't see how it could work, and her current predicament was doing everything it could to prove that. Every time she would get into a skirmish, she would transform, enjoy the immense relief it brought, and proceed to suffer when she turned back. That taste of comfort only made the ensuing desperation more painful, worse and worse each and every time. After the fifth transformation, it was amazing that she hadn't wet herself yet. Or, rather, more than she already had. The tops of her stockings were looking a little damp.
After her latest cycle of agony, it really looked like she couldn't bounce back from this one. On her knees again, leaning forward, almost falling over with her butt raised high, the entire outside world was shut off to her. All her senses were blocked off by the incredible need to keep her overfilled, overstretched bladder in control, all she could feel was the pain, absolutely begging her to just have an accident already, with Nah ready to listen. "I...I can't do this...I gotta...I...gotta pee!"
"Nah? Are you okay, baby," a worried Nowi called out, rushing to her child's aid. "Are you hurt? Who hurt you? Did you already get them, or does mommy need to beat them up?" It appears Nah's shout wasn't as loud as she would have imagined, or Nowi was just oblivious.
"M-Mother? What are you doing here?" Nah was told she would be running into Libra, not that she didn't welcome this development. "Oh, forget it! I'm gonna wet myself!"
"Shhh shh shhhhhh," Nowi soothed, getting on her knees as well and hugging her daughter. "You just wandered off course a little, it's okay. Actually, it's great, because now I can help you!"
"I-I'm sorry, Mother, but it's too late for me. I'm not going to make it."
"Don't say that, nothing's over 'til it's over!" She pushed her palm against one of Nah's cheeks, forcing her head to the right. "Look, look! There's some bushes right over there! You're so close!"
The hardest struggle of her life, Nah opened her eyes just enough to confirm her mother was telling the truth. Even through her blurred, unfocused vision, a group of shrubs were still clear as day. They were large, covering, and most importantly, near. It took a second for all those pieces to sink in, but once they did, her eyes shot open with a burst of adrenaline, which also carried her to her feet to bolt for the plant's cover. She still couldn't let go of her crotch, the energy could only do so much.
It took only a few seconds for her to reach the circle of greenery, but it was still enough time for the river to flow. She didn't feel it at first, her underwear too wet for any more to cause a reaction, but she certainly realized when a hearty cascade slid down the small amount of bare thigh, soaking into her pink stockings and turning the inner half much darker.
Time was of the utmost essence, as she shamelessly lifted her dress's hem, ignoring the yellow-stain splattered on the front, though it had nothing on the drenched and stained originally-white panties beneath, which also flew down to just before her knees, further descent stopped by the rim of her boots. This was the most she could undress, and she hurried into a squat, spreading her legs as much as she could without ripping her underwear right down the middle.
There was no need for her to relax, her bladder had already given up. Off-yellow urine was gushing from her unmentionables, shooting between her feet and splattering in the hard dirt, forcing the grass down. The impact caused drops to splash upward, sticking to her ankles of her boots, waves in the pond ebbing outwards and expanding its reach, surrounding and engulfing the shoe's soles within seconds, before the fluid could soak into the soil. A tiny trickle without any force dropped straight down, forming a second, much smaller puddle, the main pool close to merging the two.
"Uhhh, ahhh, nnggh...mmmmm." That was the sound of a manakete being relieved from her pure physical limit, no room for a single extra drop. Even when she wet herself in Ylisstol, she wasn't this full. This was the result of pure tenacity and endurance, and all the torment that led up to it. It felt pretty good, though the relief was dulled by how many times she'd felt the emptiness already, and the pain still lingering and diminishing.
Pee was pouring out hard and fast, but it was still coming from a small girl, there was only so much to give. To her credit and amazement, it did stay at that rush for a long time, by her standards at least, before finally calming to what would be considered "a well-needed break" by most. Another ten seconds of that force, and the small reserves remaining exited in a small piddle. All in all, it took just shy of a minute to void her bladder.
"Haah...haaaaaaaahhhhhh," Nah moaned, trembling in ecstasy. She could not only feel no discomfort in her abdomen, but she knew it would last this time. It was...refreshing, to put it mildly. She had tried her best and didn't give up, at least not until the very end when anyone would relent, and was rewarded as such, despite fears that she'd disgrace herself again. "Yeah...soaked panties be damned, I made it!"
All that was left was to tidy up and redress. Reaching forward, she plucked a leaf from the bush to her side, wiping it against her privates. It was small, half the size of her palm, and its smooth texture made it a lackluster instrument for drying, but a half dozen of them got the job done. Once the little manakete was satisfied, she discarded the final leaf, letting the wind carry it down to float in the puddle, and pulled her underwear back up, instantly making the whole drying effort futile. "Ungh," she groaned in disgust at the chilling dampness, coming to terms with the fact that she'd be wearing these for at least a few hours longer. She considered leaving them behind, but then one stray wind would embarrass her far more than any accident could.
"There. Finished." She dropped her dress and stood up, taking one final look at the mess she caused. "Wow...I can hold that much? That potion really is a miracle. I'll have to thank Father for that." That's when she remembered, she had received help making it this far. "Right, Mother!" She had been there when all seemed lost to pick Nah up and give her the final push, she deserved thanks for that. "Mother? I'm done," she called, turning back to where she had last seen her mom.
"Nnnnghhh...haaaaa..." Nowi was still there, but her status had changed. Instead of standing casually, her legs were pressed together. Instead of looking happy, her eyes were closed and she was panting. And instead of being dry, the inner portion of her light pink shorts were a far darker and more reflective color, which carried down her thighs and into her stockings before descending past view inside her boots. Immediately after not wetting herself, Nah had to witness her mother failing that same trial.
That's right, Nowi did mention needing to go earlier, but Nah wouldn't have imagined it would end like this. She deserved comfort, and Nah would provide it. Slow, uncomfortable, and unsure, she approached her mother. "Are...are you okay?"
Not until she spoke did Nowi realize she was being watched, her eyes opened to see her daughter's sorry face. "Did you make it?"
Nah reeled back at the question."Y-yes, but I'm hardly the one to worry about now! Look at you! You're wetting yourself, and looking like a little kid, and, and..."
"I'm just happy not to hold all that anymore. That's all I needed." She smiled, it looked strained, but earnest. "This feels goooooooood." She sighed in relief as the stream died down, and she spread her feet to allow the drops loosely sticking to her to fall. "There, all better," she chirped, shaking her hips to dislodge as much as she could, of course remaining drenched.
The young manakete girl had no idea how to process what was unfolding before her eyes. Her mother, over a thousand years old, more than enough time to learn how to control herself, peed her pants. And she looked content with that outcome! "B-but you had an accident! That's only something little kids do, and you're supposed to be strong, and-"
"Nah." Just the way Nowi said her daughter's name was enough of an interruption. This wasn't her cheerful persona, this was her motherly wisdom speaking...while soaked from the waist down. "It's just like you said. It was just an accident. It happens from time to time, and it doesn't matter. Whether or not you always make it to the bathroom, or the bushes, it doesn't mean you aren't strong. Even if it did, it doesn't change that I love you. And your father loves you. And Morgan loves you. And everyone else likes you. And besides, you made it! I could hear it all the way from here, that was impressive regardless! Take pride in being able to hold even that!"
"M-Mother..." Nah always tried to stay strong, keep her emotions hidden and think logically. But whenever Nowi started talking right to her, bridging the gap and getting personal, she cried every time. "Moooooooootheeeeeeeeer!" She ran into Nowi's arms, who had to quickly outstretch them to allow for a hug. Nah nestled in her breast, what little there was, letting tears run down her cheeks as Nowi patted and rubbed her back.
"Hm? What are you doing over here, Nah?" Now there was a third voice neither saw coming, but it wasn't one that alarmed either of the two. It was just Robin, after all. "You're supposed to be over there."
Nah detached herself from her mother's bosom, wiping her tears on her gloves. "Oh, I...I got a little off-track."
"She just needed a little help making it to the bushes," Nowi elaborated, "nothing to worry about."
With the two girls separate, Robin got his first look at his wife, and her pants. "It looks like you needed the help a little more."
"I'm fine," Nowi waved off. "Nah did well, and that's all that matters."
"Right!" Nah just remembered what she wanted to say to her dad. "Thanks so much for that potion! I only made it this far because of it, I never would have lasted without it!"
Robin scratched the back of his neck, a nervous grin across his face. "Oh. I-I'm sorry, Nah, but I wasn't honest with you. You see...that potion was fabricated. Just a mixture of various ingredients."
"What?" Nothing about this added up, it wasn't believable. "No, that can't be true. It worked! It really worked!"
"Well, that's exactly it. Your mother and I were discussing it, and she suggested your root problem was lack of confidence. You get so worried about how much you can hold, you think you can't hold anything, and you keep making it worse and worse. So I figured, I come up with some way to make you think you can hold more, like, say, a fake potion, and the results would manifest. So, you're correct, it did work, exactly according to my design. You waited longer because you thought you could."
"See? I told you!" Nowi gave her daughter a hard slap on the back, almost causing the young manakete to lose balance. "You're already strong, you're just a worrywart! Happens to everyone! Don't put yourself down so much, you're a great manakete!"
"And, as a fruitful coincidence, it appears you learned a second aspect of the lesson today as well," Robin seamlessly continued. "Remember how Morgan tried to help you back in Ylisstol?"
"Yeah, for all the good she did," Nah grumbled.
"But look how much I helped," Nowi beamed. "All of us are willing to help you, but you have to tell us when something's bothering you! You can't just keep everything bottled up inside, or it's just going to linger and eat away at you! Better to just tell one of us!" She leaned in close to Nah. "That's a good lesson for everything."
Her parents had a point, she had to admit, but it didn't feel right. She had to be strong and steady, that's what an army needed, that's how to avoid pain, that's what she'd learned. "I don't know..."
"Take your time coming to terms with it. Just promise that you'll come to us with any questions or concerns." Robin held his arms out for a hug, with Nowi eagerly taking the invitation, leaving enough open room for a third member. And, after a little nonverbal prodding, Nah joined in. It was a silent, happy moment, until the embrace naturally dissolved ten seconds later. "I'm glad we had this talk, but this wasn't the only plan I had. It's pretty important that you go back to your position, Nah."
"Oh! Right, sorry!" She ran off back to the edge of the valley, to the approximate location she would have reached by now, had her little detour not taken place. But she didn't get far before stopping and turning back. "Wait, one more question! How come Chrom didn't allow any stops?"
"Well...I guess I can tell you, so long as you promise to keep quiet. See, he had received a report this morning that Gangrel was spotted not too far from here, growing closer to our camp. As you can imagine, hearing the news that a dead man was coming for him was pretty terrifying. We talked it over, and decided that we couldn't rule out the possibility that he had attained serious supernatural powers in resurrection, so engaging him would be dangerous. And Chrom also said he didn't want news to spread, it would cause either panic, or distrust of him for believing something so foolish. Again, we couldn't rule out a mutiny to make Shanty Pete proud, and a tactician has to prepare for all outcomes."
"I'm...not sure how to take that news."
"And that's exactly why we didn't risk it. Now, hurry along, before my battle strategy becomes totally undone without a way to redo it." Nah nodded, rotating back and running off. As soon as she was safely out of sight, Robin sighed. "This is all so confusing, I don't think I'm quite ready to be a father yet."
"It's not that hard, you just have to understand how kids think. For what it's worth, given how busy you've been and how they were just sprung on you, I think you've been doing a great job," Nowi reassured, holding her husband tight.
"Er, not that I don't enjoy the hug, but could you back off a little? You're getting my clothes damp through contact."
"Too bad." Realizing he couldn't convince her to ease off, Robin gave up the struggle, and just focused on looking over the horizon as a couple. It was tranquil and romantic, they would have been content staying like this for awhile, until Nowi made an observation of her own. "We should really get back to the battle now." Knowing she was right, they let go of each other, reaching for their respective weapons. Paired up, they charged forward on their original path, ready to face their obstacles, whether they be enemy or family. |
Seconds after my introductory one comes the first story!
Roka - "That's gotta be a new record for you."
Not actually, I've done this once before
Roka - "Whatever, You're still a lazy good-for-nothing lolicon."
Swiftly moving on, my first story is based around a time Roka got a little too into her Game Making Hobby and ended up making Lake Roka. For disclaimer's sake: I do not own any of the Brand Names or Production Company names listed in this story. I am purely using them for non-profit works to add realism into my story.
Roka - "Couldn't you have just, y'know, created spoof names like 'Bed Rull - Turquoise Version', or 'Game Maker ExPrime', or whatevs? They do that all the time in Anime and Manga."
They just sound stupid...
Anyway, on with the story!
Roka-Time! The pain of Event Processing
“Not another bugged event!” The young girl groaned in exasperation as she lay her head on her computer desk, which was littered with empty sweet wrappers and energy drink cans. On her computer screen was an open instance of a playtest for an RPG Maker VXAce game, running in a perpetual loop of the same text boxes over and over again. “What did I do wrong this time?”
Pushing herself back up to view the paradox she’d created, Roka force-closed the playtest and returned to the Project in the Software’s main application. She brushed a few strands of her dark brown hair out of her eyes and opened up the event square to see what had gone wrong.
“Trigger switch is right, textboxes are all in order, character graphics are linked up...” Roka listed off as she looked through the bugged event. “...NPC move pattern set up and active, movement path is...damn it, not again!”
She had found that she’d caused the event to run through impassible terrain, which led to the event not fully executing and, therefore, creating the unending cycle.
“Maybe I need a little boost.” She sighed to herself as she got off her gaming chair and headed over to the mini-fridge in her room. She opened the door to the fridge, rummaged around inside of it for a bit and then pulled out a can of ‘Red Bull – Blue Edition’. “Got my mana potion, and now, back to work!”
With the satisfying fizz of a chilled can opening, Roka returned to her workstation and blitzed through the error she’d created, fixing it up so, upon the next playtest, the event processed correctly.
A few hours of successful programming later, with the added aide of a few more ‘Mana Potions’, Roka had just about reached a natural stopping point.
“Break time.” The intrepid game maker mused to herself after saving her currently working project. “The rest should work as intended, if my past self was more attentive to detail than I am.”
The copious amount of caffeinated beverages she’d consumed when in her slump were starting to make their presence known, as the telltale pressure mounting in her lower abdomen attested to that.
“Maybe I’d better visit the girl’s room.”
Roka was about to head out of her room when a bleep from her computer notified her that she’d just received a PM. Curious as to who may be messaging her while her Steam Status said she was currently in an app, she returned to her computer desk and opened up the little message box. It was one of her Steam Buddies wanting to get an insider into the project she was working on. She was willing to part with some details, but the more ‘in depth’ ones weren’t really socially acceptable to all but a very specific audience, and this person wasn’t one of them.
The small leaks of teaser information Roka was giving out caused the conversation to remain exceptionally interesting, with replies shooting back and forth between the two. Subconsciously, while chatting, Roka’s sitting position had changed slightly, so her foot was on her chair with her heel pressing into the folds around the crotch of her bright orange cotton short-shorts. Her left hand, while not tapping away on her keyboard, was also resting on the ankle of her foot, with the tip of her wrist also aiding the makeshift stopper created by her heel.
Eventually, the chatty conversationalist had exhausted all their probing questions, which gave Roka the much needed freedom to return to her previous duties. It was getting to around dinner time now, and her family would soon be returning home, which meant that she’d have to stop her project and be sociable at the dinner table. She was certain she’d heard someone coming up the stairs while ending the conversation. The pressure had been mounting, despite the dam she’d created, and she knew that she’d likely not get another chance for a while, so it was now or never!
“I really need to watch what I’m drinking.” Roka chided herself for allowing it to get this bad. “Now I know how my characters feel.”
The squirming girl left her room and nearly reached the bathroom when her older Brother came out of his room and beat her to it. She was not impressed in the slightest.
“You’d better not take long in the shower.” Roka pouted to her brother. “Your adorable sister is bursting here.”
“You’re not a kid any more. You can hold it for a while longer.” Her brother countered with a dismissive shrug. “Anyway, you’ve been at home all day. You could’ve gone at any time.”
“Five minutes! You’ve got five minutes and then I’m breaking in there.” Roka sternly ordered her brother before storming off back into her room, one hand firmly pressing against the folds of her shorts.
The next five minutes were the most agonising moments for Roka. She couldn’t stop fidgeting on her chair and now had to use both a hand and her heel to keep her pent up liquids in check. She’d even resorted to grinding her tensed lower lips against the side of her foot, which caused her to be more aroused than stave off her tortured bladder.
Roka tried to take her mind off of it by processing more events in her Project, but, due to the nature of the game and her current distracted state, she didn’t get very far with either one. She tentatively looked down to see an evident, albeit still small, bulge showing out of her Pixel Neptunia shirt. Her bladder was finally reaching its limit, and her shirt could no longer hide it that well, considering she’d opted for a smaller size to show off her midriff. Wanting to avoid messing up her expensive chair, she decided to hound her brother. It had been her designated time limit, after all. Leaving an event in process during her current playtest, Roka rushed out of her room to the bathroom and banged on the door.
“Time’s up! Get outta there before I use your bed as a toilet!” Roka shouted through the closed door, but was likely overpowered by both the music playing on the other side, and the destructive sound of a shower running. Probably not the best idea she’d had…
The taunting sound of liquid flowing freely on the other side of the door was the last straw for Roka’s exhausted bladder. At first, she felt a spurt, which caused her to yelp and curl in on herself to try and prevent any further losses. Being in a squatting position just made matters worse as she soon felt a three second leak gush out of her to be absorbed by the parched cotton which made up her shorts. The bright orange now had a tennis ball sized dark orange patch right on the seam of the crotch.
“Don’t come out, don’t come out...” Roka willed her pained urethra to remain strong. “Please, not right now...not this close….”
Despite how much she willed it, more spurts came, and more of her shorts darkened from soaking up all the liquids leaving her. She knew she’d lost this battle, but she wasn’t about to give up, not just yet! However, when the final spurt refused to stop, she knew it was too late. With a stifled sob, a sheer torrent of clear liquid gushed of out her, splattering against the wooden tiled flooring, pooling around her bare feet and expanding outwards to create a zone akin to a lake around her. As Lake Roka continued to grow, her shorts were saturated in the deluge, darkening to a deep orange across the entire material, sticking to her body and fusing with the panties she wore underneath, clearly showing her taste in underwear as the shorts became see through. After near enough a full minute, the pattering piddle turned into small drips, rippling as they joined the lake underneath her.
Rather than being distraught, Roka was, in fact, fuming. She stood up from her crouched position, folded her arms across her chest and glared at the wooden door which separated her from the relief she needed seconds ago. A moment later, the door clicked open and out stepped Roka’s brother in his bathrobe. He took one look at the leering little sister in front of him and simply asked.
“What’s got you so pissy. Has a month passed already?”
“It may as well have with how long you take in the shower.” Roka shot back, bitterness evident in her tone. “Why don’t you take a guess? And, no, I’m not ‘on it’ at the moment.”
Roka’s brother appraised her for a few seconds before shrugging and stating.
“It’s not my fault you’re such a kid that you couldn’t hold it.”
And that was the day that Roka’s brother remembered that it wasn’t a good idea to insult his little sister, even more so in nothing but a bathrobe. Especially when she was a purple belt in Karate and just the perfect height to make those skills count.
With a swift kick to the family jewels, Roka stormed past her brother, who was now kneeled on the floor nursing his nads, and into the bathroom. She turned for a moment and uttered a counter insult before slamming the door behind her.
“Stupid Big Brother!”
The End
There we go, story one of unknown done! Roka is, as one would expect, based loosely off of me, save for these situations she gets herself in.. I'm a viewer, not a doer. As usual, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, but no flaming. These aren't as good as my usual works, but that's to be expected, considering they're spur of the moment things
Roka - "And that's another way to say....RUSHED!"
Please keep her entertained while I reclaim my sanity...
Roka - "Coming from the one who's holding a conversation with himself by pretending to be two people.You're insane, admit it." |
Author's Note: Hi, I'm new here, and this is my first time publishing stories. I've had an idea for an Omorashi version of Alice in Wonderland for a while, but I'm sure I'm not the first person to come up with it, so it may have elements in common with other stories. I know my grammar isn't perfect, so feel free to correct it, or give suggestions for things to include in the story. I'll probably edit it more at some point. I wrote the first few chapters quickly, so I'm going to post what I have. The story has varies types of omorashi, but no messing (I'm not really into it). I hope you like it.- SomeGirl
CH.1; Flushed Down the Rabbit hole
Alice Carol smiled in relief, as she crossed the threshold of the stall-filled room. Although she wasn’t at risk of wetting her pants, she was glad for the opportunity to soothe her nagging bladder. Stepping into one of the stalls, Alice eagerly unfastened her belt, pulled down her jeans, and settled herself on toilet. In less than a second the faint hissing of her stream was bouncing off the walls. “All things considered, I’ve squirmed through worse trials.” Alice thought, “ If I’m going to be using public toilet, Lewis Park is the best choice. Clean, and I have it all to myself!” she finished with a quiet giggle. She felt almost giddy as her pee slowed and stopped completely, having lasted nearly 6 seconds.
Stepping out if the stall, Alice strolled over to the sink. The mirror reflected the attractive 22-year-old student in jeans and a faded blue sweatshirt. Brushing her honey blond hair out of her grey blue eyes, Alice paused to assess the modest hourglass of her figure. Seeing nothing unusual she made her way out of the stall-lined building. The young lady stepped back out into the lovely autumn tuesday. She seemed to have the park mostly to herself.
Alice had decided to go for a walk in the park, after her tuesday class was canceled. Her only mistake had been forgoing the restroom at the corner store, where she bought three cans of iced tea, before starting the long treck to the park. Alice was feeling dehydrated that morning, and had finished all 24 oz of iced tea within the first block. She was eager to get to the toilets by the time she arrived at the park, and was just starting to walk awkwardly by the time she reached the bathrooms in the middle. But now, her bladder was empty, and she felt ready enjoy the nice day.
Alice had only taken a few steps down the path next to the lavatory, when she heard the rapid tapping of hurried footsteps behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, Alice’s eyebrows rose as she turned around to see the curious sight more clearly. The girl awkwardly rushing in her direction was wearing some sort of elaborate cosplay, complete with rabbit ears and paws. The costume suited the girl well; she was very pale and skinny; short, but with long legs. Her outfit consisted of a red pleated skirt, a white blouse, and an orange vest with a gold pocket watch; She had a silvery-white bob cut and large ruby eyes. Then Alice noticed how the girl was moving.
The girl was walking with a peculiar strained hopping, and her hands were clasped forcefully to her crotch. The stranger’s urgency was so clear that Alice felt a sympathetic strain in her own bladder. Her face confirmed her predicament; eyes wide and frantically searching for somewhere to relieve herself, lower lip clamped between her teeth. Her legs were trembling.
The girl had just rushed past Alice, when Alice realized that she had run past the bathroom without noticing. “Oh, the poor girl,” Alice thought “I need to catch her, and tell her she went too far!” Alice internally declared as she started jogging after the girl. For someone who looked ready to burst, the girl moved quickly. When Alice caught up, the rabbit girl was hopping from foot to foot by a flowerbed, franticly looking around for the building she had anticipated.
“Excuse me,” Alice called walking up behind the girl “I saw you a few minutes ago, and you ran right past the bathroom...” .The girl spun around, looking at Alice like she was her personal savior. “Th-Thank you so much!” the girl stammered before turning back the way she came. The girl was taking her first step, when a sudden wave of intense urgency hit her. Her legs buckled, and she fell back. Alice tried to hold her up, but lost her balance as well, and they fell tumbling back.
Alice braced herself for impact, but it didn’t come. Alice was sure they would hit the ground any minute now, and kept her eyes scrunched shut. Suddenly, Alice heard a loud hissing noise, accompanied by a moan of relief. Opening her eyes, Alice saw the rabbit girl tumbling through in the dark space next to her, a long, curving stream of golden urine shooting out from under her skirt.
Finally, Alice landed on the ground with a loud thud, hearing a similar thud about a foot away. Looking over, Alice saw the girl had vanished, leaving only a pair of thuroghly soaked pantys behind. That was when she was showered with warm fluid. |
I'm not great with computers, so could someone please tell me how to add chapters to the story. I'm posting the next chapter as a reply for the time being. Thank you in advance.-SomeGirl
Ch.5: Mass Desperation in Drying Times
The shore Alice and Opal landed on was populated by a multitude of different anthropomorphized animals and birds, all dripping from being swept away by Alice's flood of pee.
The crowd quieted at the loud rap of a cane on a rock. The source if the noise was a dodo-woman in her late 20s, gesturing for everyone to gather around the rock she stood on like a podium. Alice was starting to get used to the antro-girls, in addition to the occasional male in the crowd. The dodo-lady was voluptuous, but short, with a prominent rear end, and distinctive wings. The dodo had blackish-brown wavy hair, piled on her head in a loose bun; and dark brown eyes. She wore a long, flowery skirt; a large indigo sweater; and nice high heels. All her clothes were saturated with pee. Pushing her tiny spectacles up the bridge of her nose, she started speaking.
“Salutations. Many if you may know me as the dean of Wonderland University, but to those who don’t my name is Lavender Louise.” came her formal introduccion “I greatly appreciate how calm everyone has remained in a time of panic.” she continued, pausing for effect.
“I will now open the floor to suggestions about what needs to be done.” Ms. Louise declared.
A puppy-girl in a soggy cheerleading uniform stood to speak. “As we are all a bit ‘water’-logged, I think we need to change before we start off home.” she suggested.
Ms. Louise selected a few volunteers to go borrow dry clothes from the nearby town.
Before the meeting continued, she pointed out the public restroom around the bend, where several members of the audience promptly waddled off to.
At the request of a raccoon-boy in a blazer, bathing supplies were found, and set up along the shoreline.
Then the group returned from their quest to the bathroom, looking almost hysterical
“Ms.Lavender! The flood knocked down the bathroom!” shrieked a flamingo-girl “what do we do? If I don’t go soon, I’ll burst!” she finished, pulling one leg up to prevent her surplus of fluid from escaping.
The rest of her group was also dancing, as were some of the other anthros.
“I haven't tinkled since breakfasts!” cried a apron-clad bear-girl, twisting in anguish
“Why did I drink so much milk?” whimpered a ram-boy, squatting and holding himself, desperately trying to keep the contents of his bladder inside.
“I’m gonna wee! It’s gonna come out!” yelled the puppy girl, legs twisted into a knot
The entire crowd was getting desperate. Even Alice and Opal, who had just gone, couldn’t hear so much talk about pee without wanting to go again. It was like a potty-dance contest on the shore. Shuffling feet, hands clutching crotches, faces displaying every variation of urgency. Several people had switched to a seated position, trying to ease the pressure, even a little. The air was filled with noises of discomfort:
“EeeUmmOhooo...oHoo dear..”
“No,no,No,no,no...muhh”
“Uh.Uh.Ahh,Ehe..”
Then the puppy-girl took control.
“That's it! I can’t take it any more! I’m going wee!” she barked, dropping her underwear and squatting in the sand. Even before she was fully in position, a deluge of shimmering gold shot out of her. The slapping of the stream forcefully hitting the ground, the hissing, and her loud groans of relief washed away everyone's modesty.
The racoon by ripped open his fly, and let loose on the sand in front of him, struggling to stay standing.
The bear girl didn’t even squat down, just opened her legs, pulled her panties aside, and released a warm waterfall.
“No time for underwear” chimed a koala-girl, lifting her skirt and letting everything out through her already damp panties.
A tiger-boy was making archs with his stream.
A sheep-girl sitting on the sand, just letting a warm pool form around her.
Even Ms.Lavender hopped off her podium, concealing her cascade with her skirt.
Shrugging her shoulders, Alice undid her jeans, and gave her bladder reprieve. She looked over at Opal who had fallen to the ground next to her.
The mouse-girl was jerking and shuddering, rolling around and observing with a expression of ecstasy. Suddenly, she stilled, and shifted so her hips were elevated above her head. This motion brought her blissful struggle to a standstill, and she prepared herself for the best part. Opal full force pissed herself, overwhelmed with joy as the gushing pee flowed down her elevated hips and over her stomach. It was like a tiny fountain, and it felt so good running down her ass. She almost wished she hadn’t taken a leak in Alice’s sea, cause the piss only lasted 2 seconds. If she tried it at maximum capacity, she could probably soak her hair face. If she started chugging now, she could be almost ready to try again when she go home.
“I know what I’m gonna do this weekend.” Opal thought, standing up.
“I’m going to head home now, Alice. It was great meeting you. Hope to see you soon!” Opal chirped.
“You're leaving like that” Alice gestured to Opals soggy overalls and dripping legs “I think they have spare clothes to change into.” she mentioned.
“Are you kidding? I may not change till tomorrow afternoon!” Opal enthused “I’ve never been this soaked before! Look!” .Opal droped her pants to reveal soaked olive green boyshorts. “You can see the yellow, even though their dark!” she squealed, pulling her pants back up. Waving goodbye to Alice, Opal sauntered off, grabbing a gallon carton of juice on the way. |
Sorry about the skipped chapters. I got a bit confused about what I posted, and couldn't figure out how to use the page. I'm posting the whole story so far below. Sorry about the issues.-SomeGirl
CH.1; Flushed Down the Rabbit hole
Alice Carol smiled in relief, as she crossed the threshold of the stall-filled room. Although she wasn’t at risk of wetting her pants, she was glad for the opportunity to soothe her nagging bladder. Stepping into one of the stalls, Alice eagerly unfastened her belt, pulled down her jeans, and settled herself on toilet. In less than a second the faint hissing of her stream was bouncing off the walls. “All things considered, I’ve squirmed through worse trials.” Alice thought, “ If I’m going to be using public toilet, Lewis Park is the best choice. Clean, and I have it all to myself!” she finished with a quiet giggle. She felt almost giddy as her pee slowed and stopped completely, having lasted nearly 6 seconds.
Stepping out if the stall, Alice strolled over to the sink. The mirror reflected the attractive 22-year-old student in jeans and a faded blue sweatshirt. Brushing her honey blond hair out of her grey blue eyes, Alice paused to assess the modest hourglass of her figure. Seeing nothing unusual she made her way out of the stall-lined building. The young lady stepped back out into the lovely autumn tuesday. She seemed to have the park mostly to herself.
Alice had decided to go for a walk in the park, after her tuesday class was canceled. Her only mistake had been forgoing the restroom at the corner store, where she bought three cans of iced tea, before starting the long treck to the park. Alice was feeling dehydrated that morning, and had finished all 24 oz of iced tea within the first block. She was eager to get to the toilets by the time she arrived at the park, and was just starting to walk awkwardly by the time she reached the bathrooms in the middle. But now, her bladder was empty, and she felt ready enjoy the nice day.
Alice had only taken a few steps down the path next to the lavatory, when she heard the rapid tapping of hurried footsteps behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, Alice’s eyebrows rose as she turned around to see the curious sight more clearly. The girl awkwardly rushing in her direction was wearing some sort of elaborate cosplay, complete with rabbit ears and paws. The costume suited the girl well; she was very pale and skinny; short, but with long legs. Her outfit consisted of a red pleated skirt, a white blouse, and an orange vest with a gold pocket watch; She had a silvery-white bob cut and large ruby eyes. Then Alice noticed how the girl was moving.
The girl was walking with a peculiar strained hopping, and her hands were clasped forcefully to her crotch. The stranger’s urgency was so clear that Alice felt a sympathetic strain in her own bladder. Her face confirmed her predicament; eyes wide and frantically searching for somewhere to relieve herself, lower lip clamped between her teeth. Her legs were trembling.
The girl had just rushed past Alice, when Alice realized that she had run past the bathroom without noticing. “Oh, the poor girl,” Alice thought “I need to catch her, and tell her she went too far!” Alice internally declared as she started jogging after the girl. For someone who looked ready to burst, the girl moved quickly. When Alice caught up, the rabbit girl was hopping from foot to foot by a flowerbed, franticly looking around for the building she had anticipated.
“Excuse me,” Alice called walking up behind the girl “I saw you a few minutes ago, and you ran right past the bathroom...” .The girl spun around, looking at Alice like she was her personal savior. “Th-Thank you so much!” the girl stammered before turning back the way she came. The girl was taking her first step, when a sudden wave of intense urgency hit her. Her legs buckled, and she fell back. Alice tried to hold her up, but lost her balance as well, and they fell tumbling back.
Alice braced herself for impact, but it didn’t come. Alice was sure they would hit the ground any minute now, and kept her eyes scrunched shut. Suddenly, Alice heard a loud hissing noise, accompanied by a moan of relief. Opening her eyes, Alice saw the rabbit girl tumbling through in the dark space next to her, a long, curving stream of golden urine shooting out from under her skirt.
Finally, Alice landed on the ground with a loud thud, hearing a similar thud about a foot away. Looking over, Alice saw the girl had vanished, leaving only a pair of thuroghly soaked pantys behind. That was when she was showered with warm fluid.
Ch.2: The Hall of Locked Bathroom Doors
Picking herself off the floor with a groan, Alice looked around her bizarre surroundings. She stood in a long hallway filled with doors of all sizes, most with some variation of the symbol for bathroom on them. Far above her, she saw the hole she had apparently fallen down. The rabbit girls panties still sat next to her. Picking the garment up, Alice took a closer look. The panties had originally been white, but they were now completely soaked in cooling yellow urine, even the matching lace and a little red bow. Looking closer, Alice discovered the name “Blanch” sewn into a tag. “I guess that's her name.” murmured Alice, “I guess I should find her and return them? She must know where we are if she ran off on her own.” Alice decided as she put the dripping fabric in her backpack.
Approaching the nearest door, she found it locked. Pressing her ear against the door, she heard the sputtering splashes of an long overdue pee-break. Knocking on the door, the stream came to sudden, painful sounding halt. “Please go away!” the occupant's voice trilled, “I can't go with you listening, and I may be in here a while. I’ve been holding this since I went to bed last night.” the voice finished, wavering in discomfort. Alice looked at her watch. Almost noon. She figured this person needed privacy more urgently than she needed an explanation.
Trying the other doors gave no further information on the situation, except that they were all locked, and none of the occupants were in a state to help her. Slumping down next to a door, she noticed a door by her hip that she missed the first time around. The door was a tiny blue rectangle, at the bottom of the wall, and when she leaned in she didn’t hear the tell-tale hissing. The door was locked, and she couldn’t fit through it, but it seemed like the best option.
Looking around for a way in, she saw a glass table in the corner. Walking over she saw a key that would only fit that door, and a bottle of bubbly rose-colored liquid with a label reading “Drink Me”. Walking over, Alice inspected the bottle. Whatever it was looked delicious, a bit like pink champagne. Removing the cap, her nose was overwhelmed with the drinks enticing fruity-floral scent, like lilac and pineapple. Suddenly unbearably thirsty, Alce brought the mystery liquid to her lips, and took a small sip. Instantly she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop drinking, as her mouth was filled with the taste of peaches, jasmine, and berries.
Pouring the delicious fluid down her throat, she sighed with contentment. That was when she realized she had shrunk down, and could fit in the tiny door. Turning the knob, she was struck with a painful and belated realization. The key was still on the table, suspended on the glass counter far above her.
Ch. 3: Alice’s Growing Desperation
She couldn't believe she forgot the key. Kneeling by the tiny door, she peeped through the keyhole. Inside, was a beautiful garden, bearing a strange sign reading “Water-Sports Park”, and a fountain spurting yellow fluid. Alice cocked her head “I guess that's as good a place to look for Blanch as any…” she trailed off. She needed to get in, or she might never find a way home.
Walking back to the table, she noticed a tray of tea cakes resting on the ground. They were chocolate sponge cakes, with dark chocolate topping, and candied currents spelling out “eat me” on top. Maybe if I eat these, it will undo this shrinking. It worked last time. Without a second thought, she took a bite. The rich sponge was layered with sweet vanilla cream, and vibrant currant jam. To her delight, as she ate she started to grow. Soon she could reach the key, but to her horror, she kept growing. Soon she was giant in size, too big to even move in the narrow hallway. All at once Alice felt a very pressing issue send a jolt through her body.
Her bladder had suddenly filled, and more pressure was steadily being added. “It’s only been about 30 minutes since I went!” Alice thought, legs slamming shut “Was there a diuretic in the cakes?” she wondered. At this size, she was forced to sit down, not that standing would have been comfortable at this point. “Ohh..uhh..” Alice groaned trying everything to hold back the impending dam break. Crossing her legs and recrossing them; pulling her knees to her chest; Crushing her hands between her legs; and resting her nether area on the cool tile. These measures were all failing too quickly, Alice started to sweat.
“Ahh, Ah, Eee..” Alice shrieked as a particularly intense wave of need hit her. Straightening her legs, Alice presses as hard as she could, her face scrunched with agony. Tears of discomfort welled up in her eyes, knowing that she was fighting to the end of a losing battle. As the battle reached its turning point Alice thought “And I did so well holding it this morning,too.”
And then the pressure reached its apex. Her body spasming at the force of her need, Alice almost cried in relief as a torrent of pee rushed into her pants. Her underwear and jeans were soaked near instantly, and she still had so much pee to let go. Out rushed a puddle, which soon turned into an ocean. To her shock, Alice found herself filling the hallway with pee, and it was still hissing out. It lasted about 15 seconds, and she was submerged up to her seated waist when the streak finally petered out.
Her body limp with satisfaction, she sighed in awkward embarrassment. She looked around for something to dry off with, and saw a little white hand fan on the table with the empty bottle. Raising herself on her knees, Alice grabbed the fan and started working on the wettest area, her crotch. She was so busy working on her pants, she barely noticed herself shrinking. It had been happening alot lately.
Ch.4 If You Give a Mouse Permission to Pee...
Alice realized she had shrunk the same moment she realized she was swimming through the sea she had just flooded the hall with. The warm, golden currents pulled her farther from the doors, and she found herself miraculously paddling in a flooded river. She spotted the empty bottle bobbing on the water, and pulled herself up, to sit. Using the bottle as a raft, she continued to float downstream.
Alice looked wide-eyed at her surroundings. Her pee seemed to spread infinitely, as far as the eye could see. Turning her head, she noticed a strange girl swimming towards her. She was dressed in a similar style to Blanch, with silky mouse ears and a long, skinny tail. The girl was even smaller than Blanch, with curly hair. She was wearing short green overalls,a white shirt, little brown boots, and a newsboy cap. Alice offered her a hand, as she finally reached the makeshift raft.
“ Thank you for the rind, ma'am,” said the girl, as she made herself comfortable, “I’ve never seen a flood quite like this. I would have committed it to memory.” she exclaimed “I’m Opal, by the way”. After introductions had been made, the conversion turned to the flood, much to Alice’s embarrassment.
“This sounds crazy, but I think this is all pee!” exclaimed Opal, bouncing with excitement, “I can’t imagine what creature could have done this. I wish I could have..seen...it…” she trailed off, noticing the additional dampness of Alice’s jeans. Their eyes met and Alice flushed red. Opal’s legs started to bounce, and Alice was shocked to find excitement on her face. “I must say I’m impressed, Alice” praised Opal “All this… I leaked a little just thinking about it!” she continued to the surprise of Alice. That was when Alice figuerd out the cause of Opal’s leg spasms.
Opal let out a larger spert, just enough to leave a spot on her underwear and relive a little pressure. She had been doing this hold since breakfast, and had drank plenty of extra coffee to push her to her limit. She was already filled with the ringling desperation she loved. Meeting this amazing girl was going to push her past the point of no retern. Twisting one leg around the other she turned back to Alice.
“Eh. Ah. Ah… I need to piss so badly” she moaned “I want to take a leak! I want it right now!” she shrieked, writhing in place.
“Maybe you could go in the...river. I don’t think I can pull over anywhere.” Alice muttered
“Oh, you don’t mind? Thank you so much! I can’t wait to do it, but...Muh. Ehee...Not yet.” Opal was ecstatically jiggling her legs. She finally allowed herself to slam her hands to her crotch, stemming the impending tsunami. She could tell her time was coming, and carefully moved to the edge of the bottle to wait.
“Thank y-you for letting me do this. I’m ready to let it all out. Not very much of course. At least not to someone who can do this in one sitting.” She didn’t notice Alice’s blush as she spoke “But I’d never add my pee to someone else without permission, so I’m so excited to try!” Opal said, closing her eyes in anticipation. Her legs spread open, and her hands slowly released their grip on her pelvic.
“Alice, it's almost time...Uhh, uhh, umm.... Any second n-ow...Oh,oh. I’m ready…G-gonna let it all out...right..now-ahhhh”. Opal pissed herself furiously. The overalls she had picked out were working perfectly, sopping up her forceful stream, and releasing it like a downpour, raining from between her legs. She couldn't stop making noises that poured out in tandem with her hissing, either. This was like a fantasies. This pissing session lasted 5 or 6 seconds, but it felt like she had been wetting for hours. She slumped back, tired by the passionate emptying of her bladder. Alice decided to just not mention it, as they finally reached the riverbank.
Ch.5: Mass Desperation in Drying Times
The shore Alice and Opal landed on was populated by a multitude of different anthropomorphized animals and birds, all dripping from being swept away by Alice's flood of pee.
The crowd quieted at the loud rap of a cane on a rock. The source if the noise was a dodo-woman in her late 20s, gesturing for everyone to gather around the rock she stood on like a podium. Alice was starting to get used to the antro-girls, in addition to the occasional male in the crowd. The dodo-lady was voluptuous, but short, with a prominent rear end, and distinctive wings. The dodo had blackish-brown wavy hair, piled on her head in a loose bun; and dark brown eyes. She wore a long, flowery skirt; a large indigo sweater; and nice high heels. All her clothes were saturated with pee. Pushing her tiny spectacles up the bridge of her nose, she started speaking.
“Salutations. Many if you may know me as the dean of Wonderland University, but to those who don’t my name is Lavender Louise.” came her formal introduccion “I greatly appreciate how calm everyone has remained in a time of panic.” she continued, pausing for effect.
“I will now open the floor to suggestions about what needs to be done.” Ms. Louise declared.
A puppy-girl in a soggy cheerleading uniform stood to speak. “As we are all a bit ‘water’-logged, I think we need to change before we start off home.” she suggested.
Ms. Louise selected a few volunteers to go borrow dry clothes from the nearby town.
Before the meeting continued, she pointed out the public restroom around the bend, where several members of the audience promptly waddled off to.
At the request of a raccoon-boy in a blazer, bathing supplies were found, and set up along the shoreline.
Then the group returned from their quest to the bathroom, looking almost hysterical
“Ms.Lavender! The flood knocked down the bathroom!” shrieked a flamingo-girl “what do we do? If I don’t go soon, I’ll burst!” she finished, pulling one leg up to prevent her surplus of fluid from escaping.
The rest of her group was also dancing, as were some of the other anthros.
“I haven't tinkled since breakfasts!” cried a apron-clad bear-girl, twisting in anguish
“Why did I drink so much milk?” whimpered a ram-boy, squatting and holding himself, desperately trying to keep the contents of his bladder inside.
“I’m gonna wee! It’s gonna come out!” yelled the puppy girl, legs twisted into a knot
The entire crowd was getting desperate. Even Alice and Opal, who had just gone, couldn’t hear so much talk about pee without wanting to go again. It was like a potty-dance contest on the shore. Shuffling feet, hands clutching crotches, faces displaying every variation of urgency. Several people had switched to a seated position, trying to ease the pressure, even a little. The air was filled with noises of discomfort:
“EeeUmmOhooo...oHoo dear..”
“No,no,No,no,no...muhh”
“Uh.Uh.Ahh,Ehe..”
Then the puppy-girl took control.
“That's it! I can’t take it any more! I’m going wee!” she barked, dropping her underwear and squatting in the sand. Even before she was fully in position, a deluge of shimmering gold shot out of her. The slapping of the stream forcefully hitting the ground, the hissing, and her loud groans of relief washed away everyone's modesty.
The racoon by ripped open his fly, and let loose on the sand in front of him, struggling to stay standing.
The bear girl didn’t even squat down, just opened her legs, pulled her panties aside, and released a warm waterfall.
“No time for underwear” chimed a koala-girl, lifting her skirt and letting everything out through her already damp panties.
A tiger-boy was making archs with his stream.
A sheep-girl sitting on the sand, just letting a warm pool form around her.
Even Ms.Lavender hopped off her podium, concealing her cascade with her skirt.
Shrugging her shoulders, Alice undid her jeans, and gave her bladder reprieve. She looked over at Opal who had fallen to the ground next to her.
The mouse-girl was jerking and shuddering, rolling around and observing with a expression of ecstasy. Suddenly, she stilled, and shifted so her hips were elevated above her head. This motion brought her blissful struggle to a standstill, and she prepared herself for the best part. Opal full force pissed herself, overwhelmed with joy as the gushing pee flowed down her elevated hips and over her stomach. It was like a tiny fountain, and it felt so good running down her ass. She almost wished she hadn’t taken a leak in Alice’s sea, cause the piss only lasted 2 seconds. If she tried it at maximum capacity, she could probably soak her hair face. If she started chugging now, she could be almost ready to try again when she go home.
“I know what I’m gonna do this weekend.” Opal thought, standing up.
“I’m going to head home now, Alice. It was great meeting you. Hope to see you soon!” Opal chirped.
“You're leaving like that” Alice gestured to Opals soggy overalls and dripping legs “I think they have spare clothes to change into.” she mentioned.
“Are you kidding? I may not change till tomorrow afternoon!” Opal enthused “I’ve never been this soaked before! Look!” .Opal droped her pants to reveal soaked olive green boyshorts. “You can see the yellow, even though their dark!” she squealed, pulling her pants back up. Waving goodbye to Alice, Opal sauntered off, grabbing a gallon carton of juice on the way.
Ch.6: Emergency Measures
Alice stood by the large wooden basins, filled with hot water. Most of the anthro creatures were already washing off, as Alice nervously removed her sweatshirt. The dark t shirt underneath was next, followed by her shoes, her belt, and her pants. Here, Alice paused. Her grey 26 D bra and navy briefs had to come off. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra, and slipped her arms out of the straps. Although her clothes had started to dry in the sun, her panties were still heavy with absorbed pee. Wrinkling her nose, Alice pulled them down and dropped them to the sand at her feet. Stepping into one of the tubs, she grabbed a washcloth. Her legs and groin were covered in dried pee.
When she stepped out of the tub, Alice jolted at the cool air on her nether regions. Her bladder was only half full, but she felt a brief need to pee. Pushing the urge aside until she reached town, Alice went to borrow dry clothes. To her surprise, she was handed a blue maids uniform, white stockings, black shoes, and a lacy blue bra and pantys. Looking around, she saw most people were in some form of borrowed uniform. “I suppose I could do worse than this” Alice murmured as she put on the panties. The dry, clean panties felt so soft, especially after trudging around in her soggy jeans for so long. Whoever distributed the fresh clothes had a good eye for size, because the bra fit her perfectly. Aside from the itchy stockings, the whole outfit was wonderfully comfy.
The next step was to find Blanch, so Alice started asking around. Apparently, Blanch was well known, because she soon had clear directions to her home. Bidding farewell to the ground on the river bank, Alice started to walk down the meadow road away from the town. The walk was only a mile. By the second half Alice had become thirsty. Shoving her hand in the apron’s pocket in frustration, she found her hand clasping a bottle. Pulling it out, she saw it was full of a syrupy amber fluid. “Drink Me” Alice read from the label. It was clearly a different liquid from the earlier bottle, so she doubted she would become a giant. Deciding to try the drink, Alice removed the cap. The fragrance of roasted coffee and caramel wafted out. Each sip filled Alice’s mouth with the warm, rich flavors of molasses, root beer, and spices. Finishing the drink and seeing no side effects, Alice continued down the path.
After a few minutes, Alice realized that she had forgot to use the bathroom before she left town, and could now feel the consequences sloshing around in her bladder. She came to a halt, considering her options. She could go back to town, but she was closer to Blanch’s house by now. She could squat in the grass and alleviate her obnoxious problem, but she wasn’t that desperate yet. It was one thing to pee on the ground when she had no chance of holding it in, or when she had been surrounded by people peeing on the sand. She didn’t think she could do it so soon. She was cursed with a very prideful bladder.
Gathering her resolve, Alice started a brisk walk to Blanch house. Hopefully, Blanch would let her use the toilet upon arrival. She was almost there when her bladder reacher the point where it would allow Alice to tinkle, assuming no one else was around. Pausing and looking around, Alice growled when she spotted Blanch in her garden. Forcing herself to continue her increasingly stiff walk forward, she stepped through the gate just as she reached the peak of her lust for a bathroom.
Doubling over, bending her knees, crushing her crotch with her hands. Blanch had just turned to see her, and she couldn't wait any longer. The wall of dignity was crumbling, threatening to free Alice’s abundance of urine. When you gotta go, you gotta go.
Pushing aside her pride, Alice frantically pulled the skirt out of the way, clutching it to her chest.
“Oh wait! my underwear” Alice cried out. It was too late. She fell to her knees, not having time to spread them, and unleashed a massive downpour between her thighs.
“Ahhhhh…” was all Alice could say. Her continuous sigh harmonized with the hiss of her pee escaping. She had never really listened to the sound that accompanied the resolution of a potty emergency, but at the moment it sounded like music. As pee continued to rush out, she became aware of the sensation of urine running through her stockings. The combination somehow combined the worst parts of both feelings: the itchy mesh and the slippery pee. After 5 seconds, she was finally done. Peeling off the stockings, Alice removed the second pair of panties she had spoiled in a day. The light blue fabric had grown darker in the crotch and around the leg holes. Letting her skirt fall, Alice raised her eyes to meet Blanch’s.
Ch.7: Another Accident for Blanch
Alice and Blanch stared at eachother for a moment, letting an embarrassed silence hang in the air. Then, Blanch started peeing. Both girls glanced down at the line of pee, like a string tying Blanch’s pelvis to the ground. Blanch hadn’t gotten her skirt out of the way, but Alice noticed it was already wet. It seemed that there earlier incident hadn’t satisfied Blanch’s bladder for long. The pee was short, about 2 seconds, and the is seemed like it was just a trickle. Blanch let out an exasperated sigh.
“Sorry about that. Almost anything can set me off some days.” Blanch said softly. “You look familiar. I didn’t know a new maid was arriving, but if Mary Ann needs the help, I’m glad to hire one.” she gestured to the door. “Could you go to my room and bring me a pair of panties and a fresh skirt? My skirt would drip on the floor..” her arms were folded nervously.
“You can get a pair for yourself too.” Blair suggested, glancing at Alice's abandoned panties.
Alice looked at the forlorn rabbit girl in her waterlogged skirt, and decided to help her. Climbing the steps, she went through the door, and up the stairs. After opening a few doors, she found Blanch’s bedroom. Looking around for the dresser Alice gained further understanding of the extent of Blanch’s bladder issues. There were 3 chamber pots placed around the room, labeled “for emergencies only”. The chairs all had discreet plastic covers, as did the mattress. In addition to a hamper, there was a small plastic bin marked “Wet Clothing”. Walking to the dresser, Alice noted adjoining bathroom.
Blanch had dozens of pairs of underwear, and she selected a pair of lavender briefs for her, and a peach pair with white lace for Blanch. Grabbing a mango-colored ruffled skirt, she set Blanch’s stuff on the bed. Wiping herself off in the bathroom, she returned and pulled up the lavender panties. As soon as the panties were on, she started to grow. In minutes, she had grown too big to fit through the door. Unsure of what to do Alice called for help.
Ch. 8: Wetting in the Face of Fear
Blanch heard the new maid calling for help, and saw the elbow of a giant through the window. She ran to the garden shed, where she found Rossett. Blanch had befriended the Lizard-girl long ago, and was thrilled when she came to work at her house. The tall, thin 20 year-old had long black hair and yellow-green eyes. She was wearing a pink rose-print dress with a smock, and galoshes. Hearing Blanch pounding at the door, she walked over and opened it.
“Whatever you weed on, your over reacting. Keep jumping like that, and you’ll wee in your trousers again.” Rosette chided, not mentioning her friends saturated skirt.
“Someone's in the house! The new maid is being held hostage!” Blanch shouted.
Rosette’s eyes narrowed. “Get the neighbors for help” she ordered, grabbing a shovel.
As Blanch ran away, Rosette snuck up the stairs. The giants back was turned, the maid presumably somewhere behind her. Stealthily making her way to the giet, she raised her shovel, and smacked the giant’s knee.
The giant gave a horrible roar, and picked up Rosette in her monstrous fists. “I thought if you hit a giant’s knee, the were knocked unconscious” Rosette thought “This giant must be freakishly strong!” Rosset started screaming. The giant was trying to talk, but Rosette couldn't stop screaming. She had never been so scared in her life.
She didn’t notice that she was weeing her pants in fear until she heard the first spattering on the floor. This wasn’t like her normal wees, where a steady stream rushed out of her. Her body was clenching in panic, releasing wee in dribbles and spurts. It took at least ten minutes for the squirts of wee to empty her bladder fully. With the contents of her bladder were sprayed around the floor, she heard the commotion outside.
Blanch had gathered a small mob of neighbors, and they started to throw cakes through the window. The giant must not have known they were anti-giant cakes, because she shrugged and ate one. Suddenly, the giant vanished, and the new maid was unharmed in her place. “You're safe now.” consoled Rosette, still damp with wee. |
Writing this story is really fun for me, so I have a few more chapters. These chapters spend longer with specific characters, but i'm trying to avoid seeming repetitive. These characters are probably going to be around for most of the story, but I'll definitely have Alice interacting with new people too. The story has gotten a bit sexier, in that theres more sense with nudity and such. I plan to continue this trend overall, being slightly more graphic, and adding more characters like Opal, who have omoarshi or other pee-related fetishes. I'm trying to keep things varied, though, so there will still be some 'soft-core' (?) scenes too. I hope everyone enjoys reading the story, because I really enjoy writing it.-SomeGirl
Ch.9: All About Blanch’s Bladder
When Alice walked out with the still confused Rosette, Blanch ran up to her, followed by a older woman in a maids uniform. The uniform was similar to Alice’s, but dark blue and longer. The woman looked to be in her early forties, with grey-streaked red hair. She had hazel eyes, light freckles, and a calm demeanor. She was tall, with muscular arms, and a full bust. Reaching Alice, she held out her hand to greet her.
“Hello, I’m Mary Ann.” she shock Alice’s hand “I don’t remember calling for any extra help, but it certainly is a good day to get some.” smiling, she led the three girls to the front porch.
“I’m not actually a maid.” Alice explained “I was hoping Blanch could help me get home.”
Alice told a very abridged version of the story, downplaying their little bladder mishaps as much as possible.
“We may know someone who can help you.” said Mary Ann “There's a oracle the next town over. We were going to visit in two days time. If you stay here, we would happily bring you.” she offered. “I really could use the help for today too. The queen is visiting next week, and I’m so busy with preparations, I’ve been forced to neglect Blanch.” she pleaded. Alice saw no reason to disagree, and consented to the temporary job. Mary Ann started to explain her duties, as she walked over to Blanch to get her out of her saturated skirt.
“Blanch is a lady of the court, and a excellent one at that, but she has always struggled with her bladder.” Mary Ann paused “Blanch, where are your underwear. Did you take them off again. You know the breeze agitates your bladder.” Blanch’s shuffling that suggested she certainly knew. “Do you want to tinkle in the bush before we try to go up the stairs?” Blanch nodded, before shuffling to the closest bush. Mary Ann continued over the faint trickling sound “As you can see, Blanch’s bladder is very temperamental. It fills quickly and often without warning. Part of my job is to prevent and manage her accidents.”
She paused, turning to Rosette “You're looking a bit damp yourself. Did you have an incident too?” she asked. Rosette muttered that she’d tell her about it later, as Mary Ann helped her step out of her wet skirt and rose-print briefs. Blanch rejoined the conversion. “I’m preparing for the queen’s visit, so I’d like you to help Blanch with her potty situation.” She finished, leading the girls inside. Sending Rosette and Blanch upstairs to bathe, she started a long list detailing Blanch’s toilet struggles:
Things that might make her suddenly desperate:
-Hearing, thinking about, Or seeing someone else pee, or need to pee
-Sensations like water, cool breezes, or itchy fabric
-Running water in any form
-Words she associates with urgency, like flood, hold, or bursting
Reasons she May be More Likely to Wet:
-High fluid intake
-Not going to bathroom often enough
-Bouncing of her bladder, like by running
Situations to be Prepared For:
-She wets the bed, or wakes up so desperate she has an accident in her bed
-Sometimes she's incontinent, and her bladder will empty without warning
-She often refuses to relieve herself in her pants, even when encouraged to, until she can’t stop it.
-On average she has 3-4 accidents a day, and makes it to the toilet 2-5 times. Shes under a lot of stress right now, so it may be more.
Mary Ann explained that she had some diapers, but she mainly wore them during royal meetings. Sometimes she would get to the bathroom in time, but the diaper would be to cumbersome to take off fast enough. It seemed like it often was a race against the clock for Blanch. Alice agreed to encourage Blanch to visit the restroom, help her into dry clothes, and get her through potty emergencies. All being settled, they went to tell Blanch about the plan. Blanch and Rosette were just stepping out of the bathroom when they arrived.
Alice helped Blanch dress in clean clothes as Mary Ann explained the plan. Handing her the peach panties she never got to deliver, she picked a creamy strapless bra, and a peach sundress out of the dresser. As Blanch got dressed, Alice went to pick out shoes. Grabbing a pair of white flats, she went to give them to Blanch. To Alice’s shock Blanch had a leg twisted around the other and a deer-in-the-headlight expression.
“Muu...Mu..M-MY HAIR!” Blanch screamed “IT’S DRIPPING! TOO WET! I THINK I N-NEED TO...Eeeek” shrieked the rabbit-girl, as she sprinted into the bathroom.
She didn't have time to close the door, so the audience of three had full audio of the event. They heard the smack of her hurriedly knocking the toilet seat up, the shuffling of her frenzy to get in position. Through the open door, they could see her start to pull her fresh panties down as she settled on the bowl. It was gonna be a photo finish.
“OhOhOHH...Urrrk..Ahhhhh…” Blanch sighed with gratification, as her stream was held back long enough for her to get lined up with the toilet bowl. She finished sitting, as the gushing of water on water rang out. Her face conveyed total serenity, as she was filled with pride and relief. The 4 second release ended, and she cleaned herself and stood. Pulling up her panties, she revelled in their still-dry feel. Turning to flush, she peeked down at her weewee. She had been ready to piddle on the floor, but she managed to release the tinke exactly where it belonged. Smiling brightly, she flushed the toilet.
Rejoining the other girls, she gave a thumbs up. “Not even a leak. It all went in the bowl.” she smiled. The other girls smiled too, glad to see Blanch dry and happy.
Ch.10: Doors, Dinner, and Desperation
It was early evening by now, and Mary Ann went to start dinner. Alice remained in Blanch’s room, attending Blanche as she looked over some legislative proposals. Rosette had changed into a borrowed pink hipster panties, and a pink dress with black dots. She was sitting next to Alice on the bed, watching Blanch and chatting.
“What did Mary Ann mean when she said Blanch was a lady of the court?” Alice asked.
“Well, she's the daughter of a lourd, and rules this section of the kingdom.” Rosette explained “She’s a kind and just ruler. She’s very mature when she’s not desperate, which admittedly isn’t often, but she still manages to fulfill her responsibilities.” Rosette said with a smile.
“You all seem really close.” commented Alice “It’s kind of like my sisters back home…”
“I’ve known Blanch since my mum became gardener at her family home when we were kids. Mary Ann was her governess before she moved out...” Rosette traild off, lost in memory.
Mary Ann was calling Rosette to come set the table. Rosette turned to Alice, “Make sure Blanch comes to dinner on an empty bladder. Otherwise there's no way she’ll stay dry through dessert.” she advised with a wink.
“Blanch. It’s almost time for dinner. Anything you want to take care of first?” she asked gently. Nodding Blanch briskly walked to the bathroom. She had just sat down, when she realized Alice saw her through the open door. Looking down at her lap, she confirmed that her wee was well underway. She couldn't stand up and close the door.
“Sorry about the door…” the blushing bunny-girl called out “To be honest, I usually have to choose between closing the door and making it to the toilet. I guess it’s become a habit.” Her gaze still rested on her lap. “You're doing a really good job.” her wee was still going strong, so Blanch continued “Your timing was so good, I had at least 15 seconds to spare before I lost control. It’s usually a lot closer.” She finished, as the flow finally reached it end, after 4 seconds of awkward talking.
Cleaning off, Blanch and Alice walked down the stairs.
The dinner table was set with carrot soup, mushroom roast, and watermelon salad. Pulling Mary Ann aside Alice whispered “Isn’t watermelon a diuretic?” Mary Ann smiled and shook her head. “Dear Blanche wets herself regardless, so we just try to accept it. Thank you for your concern though. If you have any more questions, please wait until she gets ready for bed. I’ll help you with the preparations.” and everyone started eating.
For all her talk of diuretic effects, Alice ate almost half the watermelon salad. She gave her serving of roast to Rosette, and only had half her soup. After a dessert of berry sorbet, the four women went to Blanch’s room to prepare for bed.
Ch 11.The Fountain of (Desperate) Youth
Alice wore a borrowed blue pajama set, Blanch a yellow nightgown, Rosette a pink cotton nighty, and Mary Ann a grey-green slip.
”Can I ask some questions now?” Alice asked
“Wait one second. Blanch, why don’t you sit on the toilet.” After Blanch was seated, dress gathered at her waist and pantys dangling on her ankles, Mary Ann turned back to Alice “If we’re discussing weewee, Blanch will be more comfortable on the toilet.” Mary Ann explained. Blanch urinated as soon as she sat, but didn’t move to stand. She knew more was coming.
“Ok. um.. It doesn't seem like the amount Blach can hold or release is consistent ? How does she even drink enough water to produce so much?” Alice asked.
“As a baby, Blanche survived an assassination attempt. She was poisoned, but instead of bursting her bladder, the potion made it the way it is now.” Explained Mary Ann.
“Is there any rhyme or reason to it?” Alice tried to wrap her head around it.
Rosette decided to chime in for this one “It’s not predictable, but sometimes she has bad days. And their like, insanely bad for her. I think it might be supernatural, she wees so much.” Rosette ignored the warning look from Mary Ann.
“One time, when we were kids, we were playing near where my mum was installing a fountain, and she went inside for a minute, and Blanch suddenly started yelling about how bad she had to whiz, so I told her to run to the house. So she tried, but she wasn’t gonna make it, so when she passed the fountain, she just hopped right in and full force weed herself.” Rosette had no intention of stopping
“So she's just weeing and weeing, and she looks so happy to be getting it out that I decided to hike up my skirts and wee in the grass.” Rosette giggled
“So I take a long whiz and pull my pants back up, and then I relizes, she's still weeing, and hard. It’s even still making that hissing, you know, like when you're weeing a lot at once.” Rosette smiled at Blanch, as the two reminisced.
“So I’m confused, and I walk over to check it out, and I see that Blanche is up to her ankles. And this is a big fountain too. So I’m standing there staring, and she just kept going. She wasn’t sure of what to do either, so we just stood there and watched the water level rise. So it's been, like, 5 minutes and she's waist-deep at this point, and I guess she was still weeping, because it started to slosh out the sides. From start to end, it was 7 minutes long .” Rosette leaned back against the tub “The most amazing part is that she wet her pants at lunch an hour latter.” shaking her head in wonder as she finished her story.
A loud stream rang through the room, and three sets of eyes turned to Blanch. Blanch smiled shyly, “Even remembering that day in the fountain sets me off.” she laughed, her companions joining her.
Ch.12:
Alice was sleeping on a cot set up next to Blanch’s bed. She had declined Blanch’s offer to share her bed after being warned that Blanch wasn't exactly dry all night. Lying on their beds, Blanch asked Alice a question “You're from far away, right? So you've seen a lot of places? I need to ask,” Blanch paused, her voice wavering “ Do you think my, well, issues will prevent me from finding a life partner?” the voice came through the dark. “I’m sure you’ll meet someone.” Suddenly she thought of something “ Wait, by life partner you mean another girl, right? because I met a girl yesterday that probably would like those issues” Alice mentioned. She didn’t know Opal the mouse-girl well, but she was confident in her willingness to accept Blanche’s issues. “Really? Who is she? Whats she like?” Blanch was very excited.
“Well I only met her briefly, but she seemed nice, and was very...enthusiastic about urin. I’m not sure whether she likes girls, but it may be worth a try.” Alice told Blanch. The rabbit-girl was so excited she released a jet of pee, and didn’t even notice the dark wet spot on the sheets. “Everyone in wonderland visits the Queen’s Water-Sports Regatta, can you introduce me there?” Blanch squealed. “Sure. Now go to sleep.”Alice murmured. Both girls drifted into dreamland.
It was almost sunrise when Alice stirred awake. Apparently, watermelon was diuretic, because she was more than ready for a trip to the john. Trying not to wake Blanche, Alice got up slowly. Apparently, she wasn’t quite enough, because when she was almost seated, she hear Blanch bolt upright. Blanch was panting, and rocking on the bed slightly. She suddenly rushed to get out of her bed, and it took Alice a second to long to realize why.
Blanch’s foot trampled down on Alice’s bladder, and both their fates were sealed. Alice screamed in pain as her pajamas were filled an explosive torrent of hot pee.
The warm water on Blanch’s foot, as she tumbled over Alice, flipped a switch, and Alice felt a stream of hot fluid hit her stomach and chest. Both girls were screaming in half-asleep confusion, when Mary Ann and Rosette ran in. “What’s wrong” shouted Mary Ann in a panic. As both girls stopped screaming and took in the situation, all eyes came to rest on Alice’s drenched chest and hips. “Is that mine?’ Blanch asked embarrassed, as Alice stood to discard her shirt. “Only some of it” Alice muttered, blushing as she dropped her pants and underwear.
“Sorry” Blanch removed her nightgown, and now sat in her soaked panties and soggy sheets.
“It’s fine” Alice sighed, pee slick down her thighs and dripping down her breasts.
The awkward silence was broken by rosette, when she voluntarily pissed herself, stripping of her nighty as she let out what little she had. Everyone stared at the lizard girl, standing in stained panties and smirking over a miniscule puddle. “What?” she asked “Everyone else was doing it!”
Ch. 13:
Over a breakfast of orange juice and oatmeal, the hosts explained their itinerary to Alice. The Water-Sports Regatta was held in 2 days time. On the way, they would be stopping by an Oracle, to pay their respects. Blanche unveiled her plan to have Alice play matchmaker, to the excitement of her companions.
“Wait, you're introducing Blanch to someone! Ok you were already invited to join us, but now you're, like doble invited! Actually triple? No wait, you're invited times infinity!” Rosette was ecstatic.
“They grow up so fast.” said Mary Ann, wistfully.
Rosette went to load the bags onto the cart, and Mary Ann was reviewing the maps. Blanch was double checking some of the documents she was going to deliver to the queen.
Mary Ann told Alice they would leave in 10 minutes, and to make sure Blanch was ready. Walking up the stairs, and into the bedroom Alice walked over to Blanch’s desk. “Hey, Blanche” Alice asked “We're leaving in ten minutes. We should both pee, and double check the supplies”. Blanch stood suddenly. “I was so busy…Should have gone befor...ummm… gotta get to the bathroom..Kahaa.” Blanche's voice strained under her dire need.
Blanch started her slow, stiff shuffle towards the bathroom, before coming to a grinding halt. “I-I’m leaking.” she squeaked, gasping as another spurt broke out “Oh No...It's not stopping, Alice! Eek, it happened again. Oh-uhh, another's coming. I can’t stop it for long.Ummm...”.
She leaned against a wall, using it as a brace as she pushed her bladder with her hands.
”...I can’t make it...One move and...Uuuh” Blaunch murmured to herself, rubbing up against the wall behind her.
Alice wanted to help her new friend. Looking around, Alice spied one of the ‘for emergencies only’ chamber pots. Grabbing the vessel, she lept to Blanche's side. Setting it next at her feet, Alice gave Blanch some space.
Determination was radiating from Blanche, as she carefully removed her hands, legs staying locked together, and reached under her skirt for her panties. Taking a deep breath, Blanch yanked down panties, dropped into a squat, and released her flood in a single motion.
It wasn’t a stream, but a spray of urine that was released into the pot, hissing and sputtering for 3 ½ seconds. “Mmmm” Blanch hummed as she let out the last spurt. She had appeased her tyrannical bladder, and preserved the floorboards.
Pulling up her panties, Blanch picked up the chamber pot. “Thank you, Alice. That was a close one.” she said as she went to empty it in the toilet. Alice checked on all the contingencies for Blanch’s bladder: diapers, a chamber pot,urin bottles, plastic bed liners, dozens of extra panties, several skirts, and laundry supplies. Blanch returned, and accepted Alice’s offered diaper. Pulling down her damp panties, she lay back and put it on herself. Grabbing half the bags, she lead Alice out to the cart.
Ch.14: The Tent of Wonder and Chamber Pots
By the time they reached the first destination of the day, Blanch had used 3 diapers; wetting 14 times in 5 hours. The bumpy road had her bladder turned up to 11, and she was eager to switch to pantys. The heavy, soggy sensation was very unpleasant . Parking the carriage outside the Oracle’s camp of jewel-colored tents, Rosette led the horses to the stables. In the carriage, Blanch peed in the diaper one more time, before removing the tapes. The diaper hit the ground with a loud squelch. Blanch hurried in cleaning herself and slipping on dry panties. Alice walked Blanch to the nearest bathroom tent, wheil Marry Ann went to put her dreched diper in the landry.
The topaz-colored tent had been considerately turned into a semi-public restroom. The gentle light from ceiling lanterns illuminated, while preserving modesty. Several changing screens had been arranged around a few large chamber pots, presumably for the comfort of visitors with bashful bladders. Inoffensive music wafted in, covering the sighs and hisses that invariably accompanied road trip pit stops. There was a changing station, which Alice made a mental note of for Blanch, and dozens of large chamber pots placed around the room. Someone went to the work of carving channels into the ground, helping the contents flow out of the pots. The frame of the tent was designed around vents, keeping the air natural smelling. There was a handwashing station outside the tent, and a small couch to make squirming until a pot opened up less of a struggle. Next to the changing station, were an assortment of child size potties. The restroom was so nice, Blanch felt her bladder while up in anticipation. Blanch was surprised to see Alice squirming along with her, as they staggered to a empty group of chamber bots, partially concealed by decorative palm plants. Smiling at each other, the two girls let their panties slip to their ankles, and stooped over the vessels for some long-overdue relief.
“Oh!” Alice exclaimed at the force of her stream. Giggling, she reached down and used her hand as a stopper, showing Blanch how the pee arched and swirled with her manipulations. Blanch stifled a laugh as she pressed her pee out faster, making Alice laugh at the deafening hiss. Blanch finished first, and sat on the earth next to her pot.
Alice smiled awkwardly as she peed ceaselessly into the cyrillian-glazed clay pot. The two girls glanced between Alice’s bare thighs, into the ¾ full container. The rising water table was quivering around Alice’s continued contributions.
“Wow! You peed even more than I did!” Blanch was shocked and impressed. She tilted her half-full carmine-red chamber pot to Alice, showing her rippling of her the less abundant contents. “I couldn’t tell you had to go at all. You can hold so much!” Blanch was gazing into the quivering golden water. Alice shrugged “The ride over here was so bumpy, and there were no pit stops. And once I saw such a nice loo, I couldn't think about anything elts.” Alice’s gush was slowing to a trickle “It’s nice how casual Wonderland is about this stuff. It’s necessary and inevitable, so why not enjoy what you can about it.” Alice finished her sentence along with her pee. Alice lowered herself down across from Blanch.
As the girls discussed bathroom philosophies, Rosette loudly burst past the tent flaps. Waving her over, Blanch and Alice shifted to give her access to a unused chamber pot. Rosette almost trampled her friends in her frenzied rush for the beckoning basin. Dropping trou, she sank into a squat, clasped hands dangling between spread knees. A long sigh escaped as she opened the spigot, and freed a spout of wee into the thirst bowl. There were no words for a second, wheil Rosette basked in the closely averted accident. Her eyes were closed, and her jaw hung slack. When she was halfway done, she finally remembered how to talk. “Never go to a stable when you need to take a leak.” Rosette bluntly advised “You ever seen a horse take a piss? It’s like a waterfall, but with a louder hiss. I thought I could wait, but after that, I just turned on my heel and made a mad dash for the bathroom.” Shaking her head, the stream was almost done. She had filled the pearly pink basin halfway to the brim. Blanch returned to her pot for a very brief sympathy wee.
Before anyone could speak, Mary Ann stiffly walked in. Her wide smile when she saw the three girls surrounded by available pots, panties still around their ankles, spoke to how intense her urge to wee was. Stiffly moving to the closest peeing bowl, she pulled her panties down, only having time to get them to her knees, and perched on the edge. Her stream was dainty, despite the clearly ample supply. “I’m glad to see you all found the loo in time” she said, glancing at the still dry underwear resting on their feet. Alice asked about the Oracle, as Mary Ann’s delicate tinkling slowly emptied her of her surplus into the eggplant colored potty bowl.
“Well, she actually has a person inhale mushroom incense based on what they want to know. She uses golden showers as a method of divination, so she asks that everyone go potty before they drink anything, to get the clearest picture of what lies ahead.” Mary Ann explained to the incredulous Alice “Oh, don’t be embarrassed. She does this all the time. It’s her job” As the weewee finally slowed to a dribble, the four woman stood. “It’s a small price to pay to get back home..”Alice thought, determined to do what it took. |
I'm really having fun writing this story. The chapters I'm posting all take place at the Oracle's Camp. I'm going to add more new characters in the next chapters. If there are any specific scenes you want in fanfic please feel free to request. I should warn that I'm not into messing, but I can always use inspirations. I may not use some of the ideas, or change certine parts. I think it goes without saying that I may use the ideas in my story, and I'll try to remember to give credit. -SomeGirl
Ch.15: A Golden Stream of Universal Wisdom
The Oracle’s tent was large, and made of blue satin. The interior had several complex platforms over reclining couches. Plumes of brightly colored smoke sounded various clusters of pillows. Each group of chairs matched to smoke billowing around it. In one corner there was a bar with large tanks of colorful liquids. Opposite the bar, was a changing area with angelic white robes. Sitting on a overstuffed thrown at the back, was the oracle.
The woman was tall and willowy, with deep-blue skin. Her waist length hair was the color of amethysts, and her pitch black eyes sparkled with knowledge. Her long saffron and gold robe clung to her figure, a rainbow cape fanned out behind her like butterfly wings. She smiled when she saw her visitors.
“Hello Lady Blanch.” the woman cooed “How nice to see you and your companions again.” she turned to Alice “She’s new, I suppose?” she asked. Alice could only nod in awe, as Mary Ann explains the reason for the visit. The mysterious woman addressed her audience:
“Welcome, my fellow seekers of divine knowledge” her arms spread graciously “My title is Madam Celestine, Divine Oracle of the Temple of the Reemergent Butterfly. Please just call me Celestine, though.” She addressed this part to Alice. ”I assume you all have questions prepared?” she continued, receiving nods of affirmation
“If you’d like to ask privately, we can go to the changing room. Otherwise, what should I petition the heavens for this afternoon?” She fell silent waiting for the answers.
“Alice is introducing me to someone at the Regatta. I want to know if it will work out.” Blanch shyly requested.
“I’ve been breeding a new type of rose all year. I’m going to present it to the Queen after the opening ceremony. Do the heavens have any advice?” Rosette asked nervously, shrugging her shoulders.
Mary Ann cleared her throat “Whenever I’m alone in the house, I feel a sad presence. I don’t think it's dangerous, but I’d like to deal with it, or at least know what it is.”
“I want to find a way home.” Alice said, gathering her strength. She would get back, she couldn’t back down.
Celestine smiled and handed them all robes from the changing room. Instructing the company to take everything off, and change into the robes. The robes were loose, and barely reached the thigh. The silky white cloth had blue butterflies printed on it, and tied with a golden sash. Blanch gave a frenzied request for a bathroom break, and the three women were left to change while Celestine led her to the bathroom. The three girls had removed their outer wear by the time Blanch walked back in, conspicuously bottomless.
“ We didn’t quite make it, but she was about to change any way.” Celestine explained “Her dress is drying in the bathroom.” she softly offered. Blanch unbuttoned her top, and took of her shoes. All the girls had left to do was take off the underwear. Blanch was already mostly exposed, so she just shrugged off her orange floral bra. Without clothing, a fluffy bunny tail above her butt was visible. Everyone else followed suit, removing their bra and underwear. Mary Ann even removed her hairpins and spectacles. Fastening the robes around their waists, they turned to Celestine.
Ch.16: A Lesson in Pee-Based Theology
“You all look lovely.” Celestine beamed “Now, as most of you know, I use wonderland incense smoke to ask for more specific information. Each of you will go to a different smoke station. While there, my priestesses will bring you drinks.” Alice suddenly became aware of a dozen pale blue maiden in buttercup yellow tunics, moving soundlessly through the tent. Celestine smiled at her shook “Amazing, aren't they? Our order calls them Chrysalis Priestesses. They help in so many ways. For instance, they stealthily observe the happenings of the bathroom tent. It teaches them to gather knowledge from the golden stream of wisdom.” the Oracle told the shocked girl. “Blanch, sit in the pink smoke area; Mary Ann, sit in the blue smoke area; Rosette, you have the green smoke area. The apple green, not the sea green; And Alice, you will join me in the gold smoke area.” she instructed. Handing Blanch a urine bottle on the way, she guided Alice to the golden plumes of smoke.
Waving over a priestess, Celestine ordered drinks to be brought to each girl.
“Keep those cups full.” she reminded. Turning back to Alice she looked at the girl from another world. “I don’t suppose you've heard of our order before?” Alice shook her head “Well, I love to talk about it, so it all works out.
The Butterfly Temple is centered of learning from the golden streams of the universe. “ She paused as Alice’s drink arrived. Alice enjoyed the tart apple-mint concoction as Celestine continued.
Meanwhile, Blanch was hesitantly siping a large glass of rhubarb tonic, swirling the crushed strawberries with her straw. Even though she had been here many times and knew Celestine was understanding of her bladder problems, she still got anxious. Wetting was never as bad as she thought it would be, but she couldn't fully shake her concern. Celestine actually admired Blanch’s issues, saying she contained a bottomless spring of divine knowledge. She finished her first drink, and was given another one. She decided to use the urine bottle Celestine gave her, situating the funnel neck and letting it go inside. She closed her eye to enjoy the relief, and only opened them when she finished. She almost screamed at the sight. She had some how filled the large bottle over halfway, and she had only been there 5 of the 20 minutes. She could pee one more time, maximum, befor the bottle overflowed. She would have to choose wisely. Crossing her legs and setting down her drink, she hunkered down for a difficult 15 minutes.
Celestine was so engaging, that Alice didn't pay any mind to her bladder filling as she started on her 4th refill. She just crossed her legs and focused on the Oracle’s monolog. The ‘golden streams of the universe’ were flowing channels that connected everyone on a spiritual level. Living creatures accessed the stream through their bladders. The sensation of relief after urination is the energy escaping you, and reaching out to other energy. That's why seeing someone pee instils the same urge in you.
Mary Ann finished her 8th serving of lime-mango granita. It was strange, but her bladder felt totally empty. The 20 minutes were halfway over and she felt ready to take a long horseback ride. She asked the priestess refreshing her drink, and she explained that her drink had delayed effects. Desperation would be triggered by trying to urinate and/or motion. Setting the glass of fruity slush back on the table, Mary Ann focused on sitting still. If she started to feel those 8.25 drinks, she would be in a world of trouble.
The butterfly practitioners worshiped the Ever Flowing Goddess and the Soaked God, the union of two energies that all energy was part of. They had many children: twins desperaion and relife; a god of male vitality and standing urination; a goddess of bedwetting and her consort, the god of protective undergarments to name a few.
Pointing out an alter, Celestine started telling her which idol was which. The ever flowing goddess was plated with gold, her meticulously sculpted stream of never ending urine shining brightly. The Soaked God was adorned with yellow crystals, to represent the droplets that clung to his robes. Desperation and Relief were locked in the eternal dance. The vitality god held his penis, forming grand arching ribbons with his pee. Their daughter slept peacefully, a pool of energy-charged urine cradling her; her lover watched over her in his diaper. Celestine began telling Alice of their myths.
Rosette pondered whether it would be wise to finish off drink number 3. The citrusy root beer they were serving her came in freakishly huge glasses. She was already bouncing one leg as it crossed the other. With 5 minutes to go, she decided to risk it.
Celestine was telling Alice about their 24 hour holding meditations, when a priestess tapped her shoulder. The time for the divination had come, and Alice’s legs shook with anxiety and the urge to go pee. She had drank 5.5 drinks, and could feel every sip resting in her bladder. Assigning each girl to a priestess, Celestine walked over to a platform.“
The attendant priestesses will help you manage your bladders until time.” the priestesses added their hands to their clients grasp on their crotch “Blanch, please get on this platform” she said, gesturing to the strange structure above her.
Ch. 17: The Pee Prophet
Blanch had held off on her final pee until she only had 3 minutes to go. It had been a struggle, and the urine bottle had overflowed, but she felt confident about making it through the start of the ritual. Her bladder felt empty, but she was equally confident in her ability to release more than enough pee when the time came. All she had to do was think about something that could set her off. The platform she was on featured a toilet seat suspended by 4 sturdy poles. Below, there was a hole revealing the ground underneath. At Celestine’s instruction Blanch sat on the bottomless chair. Celestine removed her robes and positioned herself directly beneath the hole. Standing with her arms and legs straight down, she told Blanch to start when she was ready.
It wasn’t hard for her to go, she just replayed the memory of the pee she took with Alice in the bathroom tents. The memory of Alice’s pee, chiming in the clay vessel, quickly released a cascade over Celestine’s head. Celestine closed her eyes, and allowed Blach’s personal waterfall to wash away everything but her bond to the divine. The warm water was abundant, flowing down the top of her head to her bare feet. Blanch’s energy poured down her shoulders, her back, her rear. The abundance mirrored her generous nature, and the ease with which she produces it suited a leader. The rapid path the drops formed down her cheeks showed her willingness to ‘go with the flow’. Gazing into the golden sheet of pee in front of her eyes, she saw Blanch’s future.
Alice may not know it yet, but she was leading Blanch down the path to her soulmate. Beyond the obvious attraction, Opal was enthusiastic and creative, with a warm personality. Gazing into the hazy far further, she saw a baby girl with ears both like a rabbit, and like a mouse. As Blanch finally stopped pouring down on her, she smiled. “The match is good, Blanch.”
Mary Ann walked up the platform. Hooking her elbows in her rings, she slid her feet apart. Following Celestine’s instruction, she started to sway back and forth, focusing on her bladder. Now that she was really thinking about it she did need to tinkle. And the more she focused on detecting it, the more pee-pee she seemed to contain. She started to sway faster, the weewee violently sloshing back and forth in her bladder. She kept swaying, and started to hop on her feet a little. She couldn't hold it. Not anymore. So Mary Ann went potty right their on the grate.
Celestine kneeled below, and was doused by Mary Ann’s ‘wee-wee’. It seemed rare for Mary Ann to lose control to this extent. She was staring in shock at the mess she was making. Rather than the dainty tinke her attendants had reported, she was peeing out a chaotic inverted-geyser. The pee was very forceful: gushing; spurting; surging. It rushed onto Celestine’s back, splattered on her the grate, and splashed onto the ground around her. Mary Ann’s lawless release showed a surplus of wisdom. The primal hissing of her stream was like the roar of a mother lion. Interpreting the patterns and symbols made by the now slowing down pore, Celestine read the divine instructions. “The sad presence in your home is a confused summer spirit. The unseasonable warmth has led him to assume it’s still summer. It’s young and confused about why none of his loved ones are around. Your best course of action is to gently demonstrate that autumn has come. Fill your house with arrangements of colorful leaves and chrysanthemums..”
There was a lot of squirming from Rosette, as the attendants strapped her so she dangled above the platform. When they finished her legs were shaking urgently. The straps suspeneded her while the gental bondege kept her in a postion that made holding difficult. Her legs were spread and pulled towards her chest, knees bending at a 60 degree angle. She was hanging diagonally, aimed directly at the fresh white sheet lying on the ground. Celestine quickly lay down below, and gave Rosette the much anticipated go-ahead.
Sighing and letting her body go slack, she unleashed like a faucet onto Celestine's breasts and face. l. She was expertly aimed at Celestine. Celestine had a better vantage point in this ritual, she watched a fountain appear between Rosette’s open legs. The boldness of her gush was indicative of bravery, and the steady flow showed determination and patience. Focusing on the reflective sheen of pee on her breasts, she glimpsed the best course of action. Almost as suddenly as it started, Rosette stopped peeing.
“The Heavens advise that you present the roses before the Regatta opens. The Queen will be very busy during the event, so do it quickly and early. For extra luck, drink elixir of spearmint befor bed, and urinate the next morning, right before you give Queen Valentine the Roses.”
Alice approached her platform on very shaky legs, hands clasped between her legs. Wincing, she managed to pull herself up the steps. Celestine rushed to the chair in front of the platform, and sat down. Telling Alice to just squat and pee down the chute, she secured the other end in place. Alice squatted over the chute, grabbing safety railings for balance, and let go of her pee.
As she spilled the contents of her overburdened bladder, Alice whited out for a second. The pee was rushing down the chute, into Celestines lap. The warmth of the pool forming between her legs ment Alice was a kind, compassionate soul. The flow’s rhythmic surges showed determination and high energy. Watching the golden river run down the chute and into her lap, Celestine saw the path that would lead Alice back home. “After the Regada, the Queen will show you a route in and out of wonderland. In order to fulfill this prophecy, you need to help prepare for and execute the event, and attend as many events as you can.”
The division session came to an end. The four women accepted Celestine’s Gracious offer to spend the night before going back to the road. The four women changed, and went to rest in their tents.
Ch.18: The Mob of Desperate Priestesses
On the way to the tents, Blanch requested a stop in the chamberpot tent. Rosette walked her there, while Alice and Mary Ann went to prepare their guest tent. It was late afternoon, but the tent was surprisingly empty. Blanch and Rosette both sat on chamber pots, but Rosette couldn’t do anything after whizzing out so much on Celestine. Pulling up her pants, she sat on a nearby stool to wait for Blanch’s pee to stop drumming in the jar. A sudden clamor burst through the tents, as about 2 dozen pale blue priestesses ran in, jostling each other as they moved. Each young lady rushed to the nearest chamber pot. There were more than enough, but some were farther away from the door, and each maiden was bursting with pee. Legs twisted and bent with urgency. Girls awkwardly danced as the closest vessel were snapped up. A few girls sunk down and crawled to the distant bowls.
“Hey, I saw that one first” the indigent girl was shifting from foot to foot in front of the now occupied pot.
“Oooo..OooOoo…” groaned a maiden who was almost to the toilet. Just a few more steps.
“Just.In.Time.” sighed a girl as she lowered herself onto her vase.
Apparently, watching the earlier demonstration had raised the water pressure for everyone in the divination tent.
The loud clamor of the pissing maidens came in three shifts, each accompanied by more moaning and sighing than the last. First, were the girls lucky enough to snag a seat on the chamber pots by the door. Second, came the girls who had bolted past them to rest on the vessels on the middle. Finally, the deafening hissing roar of the girls who tried to wait for a closer bowl, before dashing to the back of the tent in the nick of time.
Blanch had thought she was done, but the frenzied urgency of the maidens brought more pee gushing out. She finished with the first shift.
Rosette was amazed “And all this after you whizzed on yourself during each divination session too.” Rosette shook her head in disbelief “I’m always surprised at what you're capable of pissing out.” The girls walked over to the guest tent.
19: A Dinner Spent Desperately Squeezing Your Crotch
When the ladies reconvened in the tent, they decided to enjoy some rest and personal space during their one night stay, before getting back on the road. Mary Ann went to a library tent, to relax with a book. Rosette decided to take a walk down by the brook. Blanch decided on a nap, and was quickly falling asleep in her bed. The tent was pale green, with 4 narrow beds arranged in the corners. Lying on the yellow and white quilting, Alice found herself dozing off.
Blanch awakened right befor evening, and looked over to see Alice sleeping across from her. It seemed like something was missing...Blanch barely had to pee at all, and her sheets were still dry. This situation was pretty much alien to her, and she decided to wait to see what happens.
The sun was setting, so she got Alice up for dinner. The yawning girls started towards the cantina, walking straight past the bathrooms as they did. Blanch considered a pit stop, but still didn’t feel the pricking sensation between her legs to indicate need. Alice asked her to save the table, while she got the starter from the serving counter. Blanch watched her walk away, until she felt her bladder tremble around it’s slight burden. She couldn't leave the table, and the pressure still felt manageable, so she squeezed herself to help her wait for Alice’s return. Suddenly, she couldn't feel the pee anymore. Looking at her hands and her skirt she saw she was still dry.
Alice returned to the table with dark wheat rolls, a large green salad with radishes, and a sealed jar of beet soup. Blanch eagerly started eating and her bladder was forgotten for most of the course. Then Blanch felt a shiver run through her. She Wanted to try squeezing again, but she knew Alice would want her to go to the bathroom if she saw. Blanch planned on waiting till after dessert, to explore the unfamiliar situation.
Alice went to get the main course. Thankfully there seemed to be some delay, and Blanch had 12 whole minutes to compress her bladder in her hands. Although the urge wasn’t gone this time, it had lessened significantly.
Alice returned and they ate their roast veggie pasta. As the main course went on, Blanch’s bladder welled up more. By the end, Blanch really wanted to go pee. When Alice finally left to get dessert, Blanch grabbed herself as she recrossed her legs every few seconds. It didn’t seem to be working, her bladder was full no matter how hard she pressed.
Alice returned, and Blanch forced herself to be still. They had almost finished dessert when it became too much. “ALICE! I NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! RIGHT NOW!” Blanch was shouting as her bladder threatened to burst with strain. Jolting up, she grabbed Alice and pulled her out of the tent.
She was running at first, but as her affliction worsened she had to walk slowly, hands clenched into fists at her side. Realizing the monstrous urge in Blanch’s body, Alice carefully selected the least bumpy pathway. The topaze tent was finally is sight. To Blanche’s horror her body seemed to think she was already on a chamberpot, iy was like the sight of the tent was triggering something. Her body struggled with her mind over whether they were in a good spot to do what must be done.
“I’m sorry this is such a long walk. I know how you must be feeling.” consoled Alice “when you gotta go, you gotta go.” she comforted.
It was like Blanch’s bunny-ears heard the word ‘go’, and delivered the command to her bladder, completely bypassing her brain. Her bladder muscles were burning, and she could feel her body prepare to put out the fire. Piss sprayed through her thighs like a fire extinguisher. It was a good start, but the the flames weren't so easily smothered. The spray was replaced with the pressurized stream of a fire hose. Blanch tumbled back, sitting in her puddle. The hose had snuffed out most of the blaze, all that was left were the embers. The pool had spread to her knees, and the inferno was finished off with a gushing fire hydrant of relief.
The pissing session had lasted longer than usual, drenching her scorching urgency for 30 second strait. It couldn’t be call peeing, or taking a leak, or even a whiz. What she had done fell squarely under the ‘pissing’ category. Rosette and Mary Ann finally found them, Blanch still sitting in a lake of urine and metaphoric ashes. Helping Blanch up, the group headed to the bathhouse.
20: Bathtime and Bed Wetting
Grabbing towels and washcloths from a shelf, the girls moved to choose from the wide array of soaps, body wash, talcum powder, lotion, and hair products.
“Why do you have all these? Not that I’m complaining” Alice asked as Celestine joined them. “Well, if you spend this much time being peed on, it's a necessity.” She gestured to her sticky, pee-stained skin, smiling.
Each woman chose a fragrance: Blanch reached for the lavender-vanilla fragrances she favored; Mary Ann found her favorite sandalwood scent, Rosette picked the earthy rose scent she considered her signature fragrance, and Alice choose toiletries perfumed with lilacs. Celestine selected her usual blend of citrus and jasmine, and led the guests to the showers. “I’m sure you understand, but we require everyone showers before entering the bath.” she reminded as she stepped under a spraying nozzle.
The girls followed her lead, washing with soap before walking over to the soaking room. It was amazing, the dark wood floors were inlaid with crater-like bathtubs, each glazed to look like a different precious mineral. Turning on the faucets, the ladies reclined on their baths. They soaked for 2 hours, and Blanch stood 9 times to rush to a toilet, and came back looking freshly showered 3 of those times. Everyone was polite enough not to mention it.
Baths had always been a little tricky for Blanch. She really loved soaking in the hot, soothing water, but she couldn’t go 20 minutes without hopping out and dashing to the toilet. It was easier at her home, where the toilet sat a foot away from her tub. Out of the 9 trips she had taken, the 1st, 6th, and 7th had been utter potty failures.
One her 1st trip, she hadn’t thought to ask Celestine for a reminder of where the toilets were, and got turned around quickly. She had made a hasty retreat from the baths, unfocused from the unremitting pulses through her bladder. So she was just standing, naked and dripping, in the tiled cubby room, and she peed loudly on the tile floor.
Actually all three accidents had reminded her just how loud it was to urinate on tile. Her 6th trip had failed due to calculation error. Up to that point, she became urgent approximately every 15 minutes. She had just settled into the bath, when the need was back in 2 minutes, strong as ever. The confusion over the timing had cost precious time, and she went outside the stall.
The 7th trip ended with two accidents; one in the form of Blanch slipping on the floor in her rush to the bathroom, the other in the form of her pee releasing upon impact. She wasn't hurt all, but she still wished she had gotten to a toilet in time.
Her bladder had been acting strange this week. She trembled with dread at the thought that she on the first day on one of her ’bad weeks’. As if confirming her concerns, a laser-jet of pee self-released into the water. Blanched blinked in surprise, she hadn’t felt even a twinge of need before it started. The warm, yellow fluid shot into her bath, silently spreading below the water. “Well.” Blanch whispered “If I need a shower regardless, I may as well enjoy this bath. She leaned back in the tub. Whatever happens happens.
When the next morning found Blanch, she could already feel that it was one of her bad days. Her bladder was like a bolder, pinning her to her bed. Accepting the inevitable, Blanch flooded the sheets. The fluid that rushed over her lower half was like an ocean wave, but warm and not retreating with the tide. Warm water rushed over her feet, surging out of her overburdened bladder. The gushing seemed endless, so Blanch just lay still and waited. Even with her lower half nearly submerged, her bladder was taunting that it was only half over. The wetness started to creep upward, saturating her hair and pooling under her back. This was huge, endless tidal wave rushing out for a full 4 minutes. Blanch sighed, and stepped down to the the wide puddle that had formed around her bed. Gravity dropped her sodden pajama pants to the wet floor. It was going to be a long day. |
I'm going to try to update regularly while I have time over the summer. Soon, I'm going on an RV trip, so I may not be posting as often. Until then I'm going to continue writing whenever I can. The 23rd chapter describes past events in Alice's life before Wonderland. I should warn that these are childhood memories, though I tried to present them as a child would and kept them innocent. My intention is for Alice to be fairly neutral about omoarshi/pee-fetishes, not discussed or into them. I'm trying to keep the character's nonjudgmental, and write a fairly sex-positive story. There will be a character who steels panties that people wet in without permission, but I hope to convey that her actions are wrong (the stealing part, not the panties). This interpretation on wonderland has many wetting-centric traditons, so it's just understood to be part of society. Those who aren't interested don't have to participate, and don't usually mind. -SomeGirl
Ch.21: Bathroom Out of Order
After showering and having breakfast, the group loaded their bags into the carriage, and made their last stop in the topaz tent. After the ladies peed, Blanch put on her travel diaper. The bunny-girl had warned her friends that she was having a bad week, and had a stack of extra thick diapers on the seat next to her. The carriage had three cushioned benches, and blinds over the windows. Rosette guided her beloved horses, while the other girls sat in the carriage. They were only 5 miles from their next stop, the house of a duke and duchess. Suddenly, the carriage jolted and stopped. Stepping out, the women noticed three things: 1) The carriage had hit a pothole, and brocken a wheel. 2) there was a general stop a few yards away, and 3) a woman in a long, purple dress was waving to them from the porch.
Walking over, the group was greeted by the violet-clad girl. She seemed fairly toned under her loose frock, had square-frame glasses, loafers, and pale blond hair. Her eyes were the same vivid purple as her dress. “Welcome!” she greeted in a inexplicable southern-bell accent “My name is Sunny and this is my family store.” she held the door for the potential customers “Won’t you come in”. The store was quaint, with lavender walls and a faded wooden counter. “That pothole always breaks wheels. We actually carry spares, and wheel guards. The ride won't be as steady, but it would prevent another break. The roads pretty rough for the next few miles.” she slid a binder of prices across the table. As Mary Ann and Blanch discussed warranties, Rosette and Alice walked down the food isle. It was sparse even for a Mom n’ Pop general store. Returning to the counter, they found Sunny helping their friends get the wheel guard out and onto the carriage. Between the 5 of them, the carriage was ready to go in 15 minutes. Sunny gave them complimentary glasses of fresh lemonade, and they sat on the porch to drink it.
“Can we use your restroom before we go?” asked Rosette.
“Oh, I’m sorry. The bathrooms out of order, and the repairman won’t be available till after the Regatta.” Sunny explained “Some people got drunk last friday night, and I guess they really needed a potty, because they broke in and all crowded in. Any way, a fight broke out over who would ‘go’ first. When my papa came to open up, the bathroom was very ruffed up. He said there was, ya know, pee all over.” her voice dropped to a whisper for the last part.
“So would it be ok if we, well, slipped out out back and, how do I ask this...wee-wee in the grass?” Alice was embarrassed to be asking such a shy-seeming girl to let them whiz in her backyard.
Sunny stared at her feet “um...I wouldn't do that. The ground is covered in poison oak, everywhere except the front.” she warned awkwardly
Blanch had fallen quite. Her friends had to go too, but she couldn’t even move. Her diaper was going to leak soon, and there was nowhere to change into a fresh one.
The girls were all hyper conscious of their filling bladders. Mary Ann decided to ask the tough question, “So if there’s no bathroom, and you can’t relive yourself in the garden, what do you do when you have to go?” Mary Ann couldn’t picture the modest girl squatting over a half-filled jar and takeing a pee behind the counter.
Sunny blushed “Well, I go before I come to work, and hold it until I leave….I-If I can’t wait for closing time, I take a break and walk to a public lavatory down the street from here. It’s about ½ a mile down the road.” She crossed her arms in embarrassment “There's one thing…” she looked at her shoes, to embarrassed to talk. At this point, they knew Blanch had to get to a bathroom. Even if her diaper didn't leak, she had spent a long time floating in her squishy nappy. The girls thanked Sunny, paid and left their empty glasses in the counter. Sunny waved goodbye from her porch, as the visitors bounced off over the pot hole studded road.
Ch.22: A Pee Concert in a Weird Bathroom
The girls were making good time, but they were ricocheting around in the carriage. Blanch had gone already, her diaper had miraculously pulled through, but the bobbling carriage prompted her to put a fresh diaper under her to catch the leak when she inevitably flooded her nappy. It wouldn't be long. Alice and Mary Ann gazed longingly at the stack of clean diapers next to Blanch. They wanted to use them, but didn’t have the space to put it on. Rosette released involuntary sperts as she clung to the bucking seat. The girls inside the carriage were leaking to, as was Blanch’s diaper. She kept wetting, and every few minutes more ran out the leg holes of her diaper. The excruciating tension built in the carriage with every sway, but it finally reached its destination. Rosette flung herself off the coachman’s seat, and bounded to appease her bladder. Alice jogged after her, legs locked closed from the knee up. She could hear Mary Ann hustling right behind her, and Blanch’s squelchy waddle farther back. Alice busted through the bathroom door, and almost ran into Rosette. Rosette was frozen in shock, lizard tail running through her legs and around her shoulder to keep pressure on her bladder. Alice had never seen Rosette so desperate. Rosette was frantically scanning and rescanning the one room building. Alice looked around, and her eyes widened at the sight. The entire room was lined with pristine urinals, but she didn’t see a single toilet. The sinks in the middle had a long shallow basin, so they weren't supposed to use those instead. Rosette was shifting and holding herself. Blanch finally made it and gasoed in horror. Mary Ann could only let out little squeaks. Alice realized what they had to do.
“My sister go to a lot of concerts, and she taught me how to pee standing up!” Alice announced. Running to a urinal, she noticed a small hook next to each. So that was how girls were supposed to use this restroom. Alice ripped down her panties and assumed the position. She did it just like her big sister taught her when she was going into 4th grade. Legs bent slightly, spine curving to aim her hips at the deepest part of the bowl. Thighs spread and locked in place. Arms resting on her thighs, she let the show begin. The feeling was like the concerts her sister described while she taught her. Her heartbeat rocked her body, she could feel the bladder in her base as her hole prepared to open. She felt Rosette and Mary Ann stand at the urinals stage-left and stage-right, mimicking her posture as closely as they could. Now the lessons were paying off, though not quite for the first time. Her hole opened, and pee hit the bowl like a bass drop. Blanch had chosen the urinal beside Mary Ann, and was straddling the bowl because of her height. Gushing and clinging, her head fell back in relief. Alice heard her hissing harmonize with the other girls, as the slight spray formed a drum beat. The surges felt like guitar riffs through her body. Her song ended with one loud rip cord splashing down onto the drain. The other musicians faded out as well. All four band members were silent, as they had just expresed plenty through their noisy pisses. Once the girls had come back to reality they flushed their urinal, one after the other, and walked to the sink.
Ch.23: The Urinal Academy for Girls
Alice spent a lot of time with her 3rd oldest sister Bella that summer when they were 9 and 14. Their parents were working overtime to work on the girls college funds, and she had just aged out of the camp her sisters were at. Their eldest sisters were working at a ice-cream shop all summer, so she and Bella were almost on their own. Bella had a older boyfriend at the time. He had a car, and they went to concerts a lot. The first day of summer vacation, Bella had mentioned that she peed in a urinal because no no was in the men’s room, and the ladies room had a huge line. She was about to wet herself, so her boyfriend snuck her in, and positioned her so she could take a whiz. Alice wanted to be grown up like Bella, so she asked her to teach her to pee that way. “Actually” Bella said over her diluted coffee “It might be good for you to learn. Don’t want your experiences limited by your bladder. I could use the practice anyway. Just don’t tell mom and dad unless they ask.” she promised Alice.
The first lesson took place an half-hour after lunch. Alice had been eager to start, so she had drank 3 extra glasses of water in 8 minutes. She was squirming on the edge of the tub, as her sister gave the first. Alice watched in amazement as the pee arched out of her sister and into the toilet. Now eager to try for multiple reasons, Alice jumped up as her sister wiped and pulled up her underwear. Wiggling her shorts down Alice stood where her sister had, and peed. Unfortunately she missed some of the finer points in the instruction, and the stream just flowed down into the shorts and briefs around her knees. Staring as those 3 glasses came back out, Alice looked up at Bella for some clue as to what to feel. Her pants were wet like a babys pants, but she could have gotten onto the toilet if she wanted to. She didn’t feel like a baby or a grown up right now. Bella’s expression was mildly surprised, she had found peeing for distance instinctive when she first stood in front of a urinal, but not disappointed. “Just think of this as a 2nd round of potty training.” she saw Alice's hurt expression and added “Like an advanced level course. For high schoolers.”. Alice smiled and walked over to the fridge. She grabbed 5 juice boxes and went to change. If at first you don’t succeed try, try again.
She and Bella had spent all summer working on their technique, going to the bathroom together every time it was possible. Since they both were peeing at the same times, their bladders would fall into rhythm, except of course that 9-year-old-Alice lacked the bladder capacity of a teenager. There were some unpleasant incidents: When Alice tryed to do it on her own at the pizza parlor and wet her pants; When Bella peed herself after breakfast because Alice took too long; and the time Bella yelled at Alice for asking her to come into the bathroom with her in front of her friends, to name a few.
But there were also good memories: Being so desperate getting home from a walk that Bella had just sat down on the toilet and had Alice sit on her lap and pee through her open legs; When they practiced in the park behind some bushes even though the restroom was right there; ‘graduation day’ where Bella had taken her to an ice cream parlor where they had unlimited soda. They shared a huge sunday and she let Alice drink all the soda she wanted. By the end of the noon rush, Alice was potty-dancing as she ordered a 7th soda, which she was only allowed to drink on special occasions. When she finished gulping that, spasticity bouncing from foot to foot, she walked Alice to the restrooms. The counter guy was glad he wouldn't be mopping up after the poor kid. Irresponsible sister making the girl hold it till she was pee-pee dancing so desperately. Little did he know, Alice was vibrating with pride as well as pee. She and Bella slipped into the empty, bathroom. It had two stalls, but the feather Alice was really excited about what the low urinal. She would be weeing in a urinal for the first time, and suddenly felt nervous. “Just like we practiced in the toilet, Alice” Bella comforted as Alice stepped up and lifted her skirt, removing her briefs completely. Striking the familiar pose, she focused on getting the arch right. For the next 8 seconds, she peed out 7 large sodas strait into the bowl of the urinal. After she was done she turned to her sister, who was beaming with pride at her hard-earned accomplishment. |
Here are a few more chapters. I know the story is going slowly, but it lets me add more Omo scenes. Theres the first male scene in this update (not counting the very brief mentions of males present at the shore by Alice's sea of urine). I'm also planing on making a new topic board for side-stories I write for Wetting-Land. I can't promise I'll update often, but I have a scene I really like that doesn't fit neatly into the main story. Its just a vignette about the previously mentioned guys, but I like how it turned out too much to not post it. Any other stories on the other topic board would be omo (or related) scenes about characters in the story. It Thank you for reading-SomeGirl
Ch. 24: Bashful Bladder + Urinal Conversation = Voluntary Wetting
Before the lady's left again, they needed to find Blanch a place to dipper herself. Mary Ann escorted her to the smooth river bank, and Rosette followed to let the horses get a drink. Alice waited in the pleasant chill of the bathroom.
She didn’t hear the crashing and rustling through the trees outside. Her first consciousness of the new restroom patron was when he scrambled frantically through the door. The 20-year-old male seemed to be a fish-boy, with 3 light blue scales under either eye. He was slim, with wide aquamarine eyes, and webbed fins fanning behind his ears. His long, curly hair tumbled in his face as his eyes locked on the urinal closet to him. He was befor it in three steps, but didn’t remove his member from his pants. He glanced back nervously at the door, and turned to Alice.
“...I have a v-very bashful bladder..” he stammered “I’m worried someone will come in and...Oooh.. see.me.” His feet were shuffling and his eyes were tearing up. “Would you be so kind...uhh...as to lock the door and guard it?” he managed to ask.
“Ok. But won’t my being in here make it hard for you to go?” she asked as he spun back to face his target. His hands were shaking as drew down his zipper, “I can pee in fron of a girl. Other boys know if you pee through your dick weirdly. Girls don’t.” He choked out, as he reached in and pulled out his penis.”I’m Pearl by the way” he offered as he angled his manhood towards the bowl.
“Alice” she introduced as he let the floodgates open.
His mouth fell open in relief, and his eyes glazed over, as the abundant water ran down the pipe. The water pressure was high right off the bat, and he had to remind himself to stay upright as the stream pound through his opening. He released a long, quite “Ahhh” as a fraction of the pressure hit the bottom of the bowl. In his mind's eye, he saw a pressure gauge slide down from 99.9% capacity, to 91%,87%, 80%...Alice announced another patron’s arrival just as he reached 75% remaining.
Pearl’s bladder pulled the emergency-stop button, and he his relief came to an abrupt halt. He paled with horror as her turned his head to the noisy foot steps rapidly approaching the door. “Don’t let them in if it's a guy, Alice!” Pearl rasped. He felt bad about not opening the door, but he was so desperate. He couldn't appease his bladder in front of another male. He preyed that the urgent steps reaching them belong to a female. He couldn’t restart the stream until he knew there were no men around to assess his technique.
His cock was clamped down on, and the fist around it clenched in anguish, at the sound of a male voice. The man was pounding on the door and stomping his feet, “HEY! IS SOMEONE IN THERE? OPEN THE DOOR!” he yelled. Alice said they couldn’t and could he wait just one more minute.
“I..I think so. Oof. Just one minute through.” The voice grunted. Pearl tried to utilize that minute, he really did. But the groaning outside the door removed any chance of success. The minute ended without him even releasing a trickle, and the pounding resumed even harder than before. “HEY! IT”S BEEN A MINUTE! LET.ME.IN!” the man was almost screaming.
As the door remained closed he began to try to break the lock. The grunts as he tried to force the knob and the loud banging of his kicking reverberated in Pearl’s bladder. “I’M GONNA PISS MY PANTS! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!”. Alice was looking at him pleadingly, and Pearl nodded his head. Staring down at his manhood, he heard the stranger rush in. “Thanks honey, I wouldn't of lasted much longer “ he said over his shoulder to Alice.
Pearl froze in horror as the man briskly walked to the urinal next to his. His hands were shaking as the other man ripped open his fly, and whipped out his manhood. The stranger moaned as his member started outputting a voluminous spray of golden fluid.
Pearl’s own member still to failed to piddle out even a squirt. Pearl had never heard so much hissing, even drowning out the other man’s moans. To make matters worse, the man started talking.
“Sorry about the fuss a bit ago.” he commented “I was about to burst.” Pearl still felt that he might.
“My names Water Lilly.” he smiled, now making eye contact “It sucks when you need a piss, because everyone keeps bringing up water when they see you.” Pearls thighs were trembling under their burden “I’m...Pearl...” he forced out through clenched teeth.
He knew that no matter how bad he had to go, his penis would remain non compliant as long as it remained exposed to another man. Water Lily was still going, leaning back on his heels in satisfaction. It was getting to be to much for Pearl. He was torn between his pride and the one trick that always let him release when other men were around. Water Lily wasn’t slowing down, if anything his pee was more plentiful. He flushed the handle while he went, to prevent overflow. Pearl looked down at the pee barely covering the bottom of his urinal, and gave in to temptation. “Goodbye dignity” he internally sighed, as he tucked himself back into his pants.
Zipping up, be didn’t bother to step back as his penis allowed the system to be purged. The warm wetness sloshed out into his underwear. His breifs filled to the brim and filted his pee down into his pants. His light blue trousers flaunted the spreading dark spot, and some even spoke up to the hem of his matching shirt. Every inch of his legs recived a dousing, as the pee soaked into his white socks. It gushed onto his black shoes, and had climbed up to his navel. Leaning on the edge of the urinal for support, he let the pee follow its natural course. There as a large puddle around him, extending ½ a foot from his shoes in all directions. Pearl sobbed in relief as the flood continued.
Water Lily was staring at the big wet spot and the wide yellow puddle, as he continued to unleash into the urinal. They finished simultaneously, just as the puddle had extended under Water Lily's shoes too. Giving himself a vigorous shake, Water Lily tucked his dick back into still-dry pants.
Grinning at Pearl, he voiced his amazement “You’re wetting...It was so hot!” he smirked “Are you busy tonight?” Pearl shook his head in shock. Luckily Water Lily understood the meaning of the negative answer, and grinned at Pearl
“It was tough for me to avoid an erection during that performance. Thanks for the show”, he said as he guided Pearl to the sink “We should hang out at the regatta” he proposed. Pearl nodded slowly, taking a better look at the other man.
He was a frog-boy of about 19, and very handsome. He had short green hair, and matching eyes. He was muscular, especially his long legs, with a devilish face. Pearl recalled that he had to stand a bit farther away from the urinal than average, though not far enough that Pearl could visually confirm his hypothesis as to why that was. Now getting that better look was stuck in Pearl’s mind.
Alice left the two boys to their flirting. As she walked to the carriage, she saw Rosette re-connecting the horses. Blanche and Mary Ann soon joined them, Blanch in a fluffy, fresh nappy. They set off as the two boys stepped out of the bathroom, Water Lily resting his hand resting on Pearl’s soaked ass.
Ch.25: The Steel-Bladdered Duchess
There were 2 more overnight stops until they reached the palace. First, Blanch needed to ask the Duke and Duchess of Spice Maddow about the construction of a better pathway for the area's merchants. Tomorrow night, they would be discussing management of agricultural surplus with an Earl and Countess in Saucer Township. Alice only grasped the general idea of Blanch’s rhetoric, but she was willing to be helpful in other ways. They finally reached the smooth road to the Duchess's house. The Duke lived there too, but his wife's hospitality had become known throughout the land. “Clove is a lovely man, but a tad more reserved than his wife.” Mary Ann smiled “He told me he was proud to be married to such a woman. They’ve been married for over 30 years, and they still take the time to flirt. It's so sweet” she chucked. The carriage pulled into the driveway, and Blanch switched from her damp diaper to dry panties. As the woman brought their overnight bags to the house they all started to feel quick spasms run through their bodys. Their eyes watered and stung, and they all felt the intense desire to sneeze. They all sneezed again and again.
“Is this...cracked pepper?” questions Mary Ann, her sneezing growing more intense. She had planned on going to the bathroom after they greeted the Duchess, and had thought she was in the clear when she pulled up. But now, she felt a little pee leak out with each contraction of her stomach. She could feel the wet spot spreading through the fabric of her panties.
She continued her stride to the door, she was nowhere near the point of wetting herself, she could honestly probably wait a few hours. She was walking up the steps when she felt a sneeze come on abruptly. Opening her mouth, she sneezed. Mary Ann hadn’t realized that her stance on the front steps, combined with the contractions from the sneeze, would trigger far more than a leak. Her left leg was on the higher step, the right on the lower. Her muscles were focused on pulling her fully onto the upper step, rather than maintaining control of her not-very-desperate-yet bladder.
The pee that came crashing down her skirt was completely unexpected. Mary Ann just stood like that for a moment, eyes wide in confusion. The girls were too far behind her to be the source of the pouring sounds she heard. It sounded like traffic, so loud she could feel it vibrate...through...her groin. Looking down, she was struck with situational awareness. She didn’t feel the relief that accompanied the gratification of a bursting bladder. She honestly hadn't needed to go that bad. She was even planning on having the girls relieve themselves first. Slowly, her bladder came to a gradual stop. “I... need to get fresh underwear from the carriage. “Me too” Blanch and Rosette said simultaneously. “I’m...just going to head in, if that's alright.” Alice stated. Her bladder was still satisfied from the urinal incident, though she had drank less water than her friends did after they started off again. She could see them dripping as the walked stiffly to the carriage.
Inside the house, Alice found four women in a cloud of pepper. The girl in a lavender-pink skirt set was showing off tupperware to the cook, both seemingly unaffected by the pepper. The other two were sneezing violently.
A robust woman in her mid-40s was jolting back and forth in a rocking chair. She had auburn curls, pulled into a bun, and brown eyes. She had large breasts, wide hips, and a full figure. Her face was distinctive and unconventionally attractive. The woman had a sense of boisterous self-confidence, and wore a rust-colored velvet gown. She was easy to like.
The young woman at her feet had the same hair and eyes, and was about 19-year-old. Her curvy body was spread out on the floor with a coloring book. She was wearing a yellow jumper with white spots, braid with yellow clips, white knee socks, and wearing a very cushy diaper, that may have been used once already.
The duchess was jerking in her rocking chair with a grimace on her face. She regularly let out grunts as she jolted back and forth. She raised her head to Alice.
“Hello dear.”she said through gritted teeth, legs straightening and bending uncomfortably. “How can I.Help.You.Today.” she forced out, unabashedly twisting her buttt on the chair.
“Um, I’m Alice, and I’m hear to with Lady Blanch. She, Mary Ann, and Rosette left something in the carriage. The’ll be right in...I’m sorry, but do you need, well, the restroom?” Alice was concerned with her need. The woman nodded her head in confirmation
“Would you watch Cinnamon while I go? I’d really appreciate it.” She growled. Alice nodded, and the Duchess made a pained trek to the counter, sneezing the whole way. She grabbed a satchel and dragged herself back to Alice. Alice accepted the bag from the white knuckled grip, and the Duchess motioned Cinnamon to her side. The diapered girl grabbed a hand, and they started for the door. “I’m Duchess Saffron. Please take Cinnamon to the apple tree in the side yard. I may be a while in my out-mansion.” she gestured to a elegant building. Alice voiced no objections, so Saffron turned towards the front door. Taking a deep breath, she hurled herself out of the house. Alice walked out to the side yard with Cinnamon, where they had a full view of Saffron moving to the apparent outhouse in a dead sprint, letting out a roar of determination as she ran. She didn’t slow down as she approached her target, knocking the door open with a crack, audibly slaming the lock closed.
Even though they couldn't see, Alice and Cinnamon clearly heard her noisily clop to the toilet. The duchess grunted as she gather her rustling skirt, and an audible rip showed her haste to remove her undergarments. The clang of her knocking the lid up was followed by the smack of her thighs on the seat. The audience fell silent in anticipation. Saffron started performing a symphony of pee. The toilet bowl became an orchestral pit, and her bladder was the conductor. The performance opened with the tapping of her initial dribles, like a drum beat. The rippling of her surges were the string section. The hissing echoed in the bowl like the wind instruments, and the sperths that broke of from the stream the percussionists. It was amazing for all these sounds to come from one person, and the noise built to a grand crescendo. The pee reached its climax, and her bladder released a final burst for the grand finale. As the song ended, the clapping began. The droplets falling off the duchess backside hit the bowl like a round of applause. The pee had stretched almost 3 minutes. Heaving herself upright, Saffron took a bow, as she bent to flush the toilet. The whooshing of the very full bowl was her standing ovation. Alice and cinnamon watched as she strutted out of her outhouse, dress somehow still wet.
Seeing the girl's confusion the Duchess explained “When I was in there, you know, coming up the bowl..” she drawled casually “...I was so absorbed on what I was doing, I didn’t notice the toilet had filled. A few time over actually.” she seemed proud of that. “So my pee overflowed all over my dress, then all over the floor. If you go in there before it's cleaned, be careful. I made the whole floor slippery.” she warned. She sat down next to the girls to let her dress dry before going into her clean house. She explained how she had met Blanch through their polar opposite bladders. “I have the opposite condition as Blanch. I can drink a glass of water every hour, and still not go for 24 hours. Drinking normally, I can wait about 4 days before the urge to visit the bathroom becomes to strong to resist.” she explained. “The problem is, I still feel the discomfort after a while. My bladder won’t empty anywhere but a toilet, no matter the situation. I’ve never wet myself since I was first given a training potty.” she bragged “I mean, I’ve only wet myself while already using a toilet.” she corrected, gesturing at her damp skirt. “The problem is, I’m commonly expected to endure the discomfort until a break is convenient for someone else. What you heard had been bothering me since lunch yesterday. “ she said glancing at the just setting sun.
Ch.26: An Approaching Train in an Outhouse
Saffron’s skirt was only slightly damp now. As the 3 woman made their way to the front door, a orange carriage pulled into the drive. A handsome cat-boy slid down, and started to disconnect the horses. He was muscular, with ginger-brown hair, amber eyes, and dark freckles. An older man stepped out of the carriage. He was in his 40s, with light brown hair, greying the temples, and light brown eyes. The men walked over. A young, athletic body strided over. Along with him, a older, spindly body walked with a dignified sense of calm. “Hello, young lady.” the older man greeted Alice “I don’t think we’ve met. My name is Clove, Duke Clove.” He smiled warmly.
“Nice to meet you, My name is Alice.” she grinned back.
“And this strapping young man is the manager of my stable. I’ve been trying to find him a nice girl to marry, if your interested.” he teased with a wink. The two young adults laughed uncomfortably, as Saffron playfully scolded her husband. The couple were of the type that instilled hope in observers, that genuinely good relationships really existed.
The group went inside, where the chef worked by a large stack of newly purchased cookware. The paper had dispersed somewhat, but still tickled the nose slightly. The Duchess instructed everyone to join her in the living room, and poured everyone a tall glass of mineral water. As Saffron stuck a lime wedge on the edge of each glass, there was a knocking at the door. The Cook’s stirring stopped, she opened the door for Mary Ann, Rosette, and Blanch. The three women made their way in, feeling much more fresh now that their underwear had been replaced. Saffron passed around the first round of drinks, and went to pour three more. As the company settled down, the chef walked back in the room. Brushing of the Duchesses offer to join them, she stepped back to reveal the salesgirl from earlier, “It seems we have a bit of trouble, here..” she began, “This young lady’s traveling all alone, and the tree down the road dropped a limb between her and her car.” she gestured to the rosy sunset outside the window “It’s gonna be dark soon. Only a fool would wander through the forest alone in the dark.” the chef turned to her employers for an official offer. “Easy enough to get lost in the woods during daylight.” she grumbled to herself. The chef was a woman in her late 30s, with a stocky build, and sparkling sky blue eyes. Her orange hair was pulled tightly into a bun, her stern expression made her gaze feel firm, but fair. Her complexion still had a flushed sheen from working over the stove. She had the strong features, calloused hands, and tall posture of an artisan who takes great pride in her work.
“Of course she’s welcome to stay here.” came Saffron’s hardy endorsement “I’ll go make up another room right now. The more the merrier!” she finished with an enthusiastic shout.
The madam of the house walked up the stairs, and attention turned to the young woman beside the chef. She a tall,thin girl approaching her early 20s, with a high blue-black ponytail swaying behind her head. She was clothed in a lavender tweed pleated skirt and suit coat, thick black stockings, a violet-tinged pink blouse with a bow, and low black heels. She set her bulky bag down, the demo-pieces of cookware clatering slightly, and walked over to the picture of sparkling water. She poured two glasses, and walked over to sit next to Alice. Alice had just finished her first glass, and graciously accepted the second one.
“I’m Skylar. Skylar Grey. I was just here to show Ginger” she gestured to the chef “the pots my uncle makes, and I wound up stranded..” Skylar gave Alice a friendly smile.
“Nice to meet you.” Alice took a sip “I’m Alice. I’m just tagging along to help Blanch with the Regada.” she paused “What is this a regatta for, anyway? You said it was for boating or swimming or something, right?” she asked Mary Ann.
Mary Ann blinked. “Alice, dear. It’s the Annual Wonderland Water-Sports Regada… It actually has very little to do with everyday athletics, aquatic or otherwise.” Mary Ann launched into a lecture about the importance of the event to WonderLand culture. “The W.S.R. has been happening every year for as long anyone alive remembers. It is a catalyst to dozens of the cornerstones of our society. Everyone is provide means to attend, and the entire economy adjusts to let every citizen go. Hundreds of business decisions are made in that one week. Countless people use the opportunity to find the person they later marry. Diplomatic meeting are held daily.” she took a breath “The regatta itself is a venue for mass spiritual expansion and bolstering comradery. There are several events, I’ll explain further before we get to the castle, but almost all of them use urination as a focal point.” she paused to gauge Alice’s surprised expression.
Alice finally spoke “...Ok...I’m fine with...whatever..” she was still dazed. At this point Alice was just going with the flow. Flow...Flow...Was something flowing...Oh No. Alice suddenly started contorting in her chair. ”OOF! DUKE! I NEED TO USE YOUR BATHROOM!” she bellowed to the Duke “AND SOON” she added.
The intense urgency had hit her like a wooden beam to the head. One minute she was fine, the next, every muscle was clenched in desperation. The Duke blinked, taking in the girl frantically thrashing about in distress, before grasping what she had said. “
Oh. OH. Oh Dear. I’m terribly sorry, but the only laboratory is out back. It's the building with no windows. My wife has never needed a conveniently placed bathroom, and Cinnamon and I honestly prefer chamber pots or diapers, so we never had indoor toilets added to our home. So, so sorry.” he babbled, distressed that he couldn’t help such a nice young lady in her time of need.
“o-Okay. The back yard? That's what you said?” she huffed out to the Duke, then turned to Blanch. Before she could ask, Blanch respond to what they all knew was coming “I actually don’t need to go. I just carry a chamber pot with me at this house.” she pointed to the half-filled blue container at her feet “The bathrooms about a ⅔ mile from the house, so I’ve just accepted I Won't make it. Why prolong my-”. Alice was running to the backdoor before Blanch even finished her sentence.
She pounded down the back steps, bladder ricocheting painfully at her movements. It was strange. She had never felt more desperate than she did now, but she felt fully confident that she would make it to the toilet. She felt like her lower body was being run over by a speeding train, but her muscles weren't threatening to go lax. She couldn’t herself turn around when she heard someone running behind her. It was too painful to allow even the slightest delay. She continued her run to the out house, but the person caught up to her side.
“Hi..Mhhm.” Skylar whimpered “I was really hoping to join you in the restroom. Like, really, really, seriously hoping” her pained smile showing intensity of that hope. Luckily Alice got it without the smile, because her eyes had a laser focus on the rapidly nearing bathroom door. She slowed down only as much as she absolutely had to, Skylar similarly slowing her urgent, hands-gripping-her-crotch trot.
Alice pushed through the door and across the bathroom floor without stopping, only halting her motion once she was standing inside the 1st stall in the row, and her pee rang through the room a moment latter. She heard Skyler bustle past the 2nd stall, as she enjoyed early phases of her stream.
The open space at the bottom of the floor between stall gave a view of Skylar’s dainty hands sliding her skimpy violet thong to her caves, and how they slid further down to rest casually around her ankles. Alice took this in subconsciously, her consciousness occupied with the powerful evacuation of her pounding bladder. Skyler’s low heels held her calves at a dramatic angle, knees presumably pointed sharply towards of the bowl. Her pee started slow, only making soft gushing sounds, but intensified steadily. The gushing built to a pouring built to a rushing built to a pounding. By her final drop, she was making a chorus of violent noises, as her pee slapped into the bowl and cut through the water like a knife. She hummed through the entire session, and stood with a gratified sigh. She washed her hands quickly as she walked out with Alice
Alice had some trouble with her skirt and slightly damp underwear, so she ripped them off her hips and dropped the shreds to the floor. She fell onto the toilet seat with a loud slapping sound, her thighs striking the cool porcelain crescent. The feeling of the chill against her utmost thigh was very pleasing, as Alice told her body it was okay to pee now. Her body was ecstatic for the permission, and she was filled with happiness as the pee reached the end of the tunnel.
It came out like a train pulling into station, just on time. It had felt like her bladder was bound to a train track, but now relief was traveling through her body. Her bladder had held the train of pee at a screeching halt, and it was finally able to let it rumble into the station between her open thighs. In the back of her mind, she noted that the bathroom had been cleaned since the duchess's earlier visit. That was good, because her lower coverings were lying torn on the floor.
As her urinary commute to the bowl ended with a slosh, Alice’s face fell into an expression of contentment. Her eyes were half lidded, as a tranquil grin spread across her face. She flushed the toilet. A loud rush erupted as the almost-to-the-brim contents swirled away, leaving only clear water in the now ⅕ full bowl.
She made a serene walk to the sink, and washed her hands before grabbing her skirt and wrapping the ripped fabric around her like a sarong. She looked briefly, but couldn't find her underwear. She had felt them rip beyond repair when she tore them off so she could go pee sooner, so she didn't really care that they were lost somewhere in the bathroom. She smiled as Skyler hurriedly moved to the sink, repeatedly glancing to make sure she was still there. It was funny to think that she had needed to pee ‘right now’ to the point where the ½ second saved with her alternative to lowering her panties had seemed so reasonable. |
I waned to warn that my posts are going to be less frequent starting around tusday. I'm going on a trip for 2 1/2 weeks, and won't have as much privacy to write. I plan to start posting again when I get back, although I may be able to update a little. Thank you for reading the story. This is just one chapter, but I'll Post another one really soon. I just need to do a quick read through of it. The next chapter will be significantly longer.-SomeGirl
Ch.27: Rosette’s Terror-Filled Night-Time Potty Run
Rosette rolled over in her bed. Skylar had offed her the single room because she had been sitting on a wooden cart bench all day, and could use a chance to stretch out. What Rosette hadn’t realized, was that a single room meant no roommate to walk to the bathroom with. It was almost 11, and she had made a fatal mistake. She forgot to pee before she went to bed. She woke up after 30 minutes to an irritated bladder. She didn’t remember who was in which room, so she couldn't just knock on a door. She pulled herself out of bed. The longer she put of the hike to the outhouse, the worse it would be.
She grabbed a lantern as she walked out the door, and took a deep breath, before facing this trial. Her anxiety about the dark, spooky silence made her desperation grow faster. Her pace slowed, legs shuffling like a haunted mummy. She probably sounded like one too, as she let out grunting groans. Every rustle sounded like a monster in the shadows. The slow stumble she was doing gave her bladder plenty of time to reach the next level of desperation. She had only made it a few yards from the house, when she felt her desperation transform her again.
It was like she switched from mummy to werewolf in the blink of an eye. She lifted a foot to take another slow step, and it came down in a wild sprint. She was flailing her limbs as she ran, animalistic growls puffing out of her mouth. She couldn't wait much longer, she had to get to a toilet. She felt her bladder give her a 10 minute warning. Embracing her urinary lanthropy, she bolted to the bathroom door. She stepped in right as her final transformation began. She took heavy steps toward the stalls, her body taking over as if it weren't her own. She staggered towards the stall like frankenstein's monster. She reach it, and managed to figure out the locking mechanism in time to pull down her panties and lift her night shirt as she sat on the toilet. She was about to start, when the bathroom door slammed open, and something darted into the stall beside her. She called out, but only received a screech in response. The growling and screaming increased, and the feet below the dividing wall vanished. Rosette froze in fear at the unseen monster. A loud groan was mixing with the tapping of claws, and blood being gulped. She couldn’t scream, or move. She clenched and unclenched, releasing large leaks into the toilet. She started to gush, and her bladder slowly emptied fully. Her empty bladder made thought and movement possible. She was shaking as she pulled up her panties. She couldn’t run to the house, and lead the monster to her friends. She decided to run to the stable and hide until morning. She reflexively flushed, before throwing back the door and making her escape, a leftover drop of pee running unnoticed down her leg as she escaped to the stables.
Ch. 28: Awkward Explanations over Breakfast
“Has anyone seen Rosette?” Blanch asked “Alice was she gone when you woke up this morning?” Mary Ann worried, used to looking after the young ladies in her care.
“She switched rooms with skylar, so she could have a bigger bed…” Alice realized something “That means no one's seen her since we went to bed.” She was concerned now too.
“Mabey she went to the outhouse?” questioned Skylar, putting a hand on Alice's shoulder. They had walked from the bedroom to the bathroom together, before sitting down together at the table, but Alice supposed they could have missed Rosette going into the restroom. The discussion resumed, but was quickly cut off by the front door opening, and two footsteps coming in.
Everyone exhaled in relief as Rosette was lead back into the room by Dina. Dina wore a western shirt, and dark jeans, with brown riding boots on his feet. His gingerbread-colored hair was slicked back from his shower. “Look who I found in the stables this morning!” he announced. Upon closer inspection, Rosette was still in her crumpled nightshirt and dusty slippers, with bits of straw clinging to her hair and body. “Well! Not to shabby, Dina.” he winked suggestively “Good work.That’s my boy.” he nodded approvingly. Dina was flustered as he explained what really happened. He heard the horses making noise when he went to get a drink of water, and found Rosette freaking out in the hay loft. “There was a monster in the bathroom! I went in the middle of the night and it came in. I could here is growling and clawing!” Rosette interjected, warning her friends about the intruder. Although the group was unsure it was actually a monster, although thouse did exist in Wonderland and the surrounding kingdoms, they were concerned about what Rosette did encounter in the bathroom. Skylar cleared her throat over the concerned murmuring. “Actually...I think that may have been me.” she bit her lip in embarrassment. “I-well I woke up from a recurring dream about running water, and I booked it to the restroom.” She looked at the lap awkwardly “I guess she had the same idea, but I was too...caught up...to notice.” she said, hoping the conversion was done. To Skylar’s disappointment, Rosette still had questions. “Wait, what was all that noise then?” she asked. “I was a little enthusiastic about getting to pee. I would have kept it down if I knew I had an audience.” she finished the humiliating conversion.
“So...Are you telling me you and Rosette...Nothing scandalous happened, Dina?” Duke Clove changed the subject. The two blushed and shook their head, as the duchess sent an exasperated look at her husband. “We, well, we just talked a while..” stammered Dina. Suddenly Rosette lit up, “Hey guys! Guess what!” she told her friends “We really hit it off, and Dina asked me to go out with him at the regatta!” she said, her date facepalming at her timing. “Ah! I see. Taking it slow, my boy! An excellent choice!” he beamed at the surrogate nephew “We can talk strategy later.” he slyly offered. Dina sighed and asked what was for breakfast. |
Heres the next chapter. It shows some of the scenes from a different vantage point, and introduces a new character. To avoid spoiling something, I'm adding another authors note at the end. I'd love to hear if you saw the twist coming, or if it seems like last minute change (it was planned out since the usb-plot began.) Hope you like it-SomeGirl
Ch.29: Misty
The tree branch was removed from the path easily in the morning light. The cart of cookware and the traveling carriage soon reached to point where their paths diverged. Skylar said her goodbyes as she headed down the road to a culinary district on the way to the Palace of Hearts. “It was nice meeting you!” she yelled to the carriage starting the detour to the manner of a Count and Countess in Saucer Township. She continued her path until she was sure she was out of sight, and pulled over to the wooded side of the road. She unbuttoned her blouse. Sliding her ponytail out, she reverted to her natural form. Her father had always told her to study sorcery with responsibility, but that attitude was what got him murdered.
Her blue black hair shifted to thick, magenta curls, violet highlights shining in the sunlight. The cloud-grey eyes flashed to her natural vivid purple, lashes curling into place. Her features shifted back to her original face, and her body joined them. The round c-cups of Skylar shrunk down to her own perky, firm b-cup breasts. Her legs and abdomen lengthened, gaining sexy muscle tone. She finished removing her clothes as purple tufted cat ears and a very fluffy matching tail appeared, signaling the end of the transformation. She discarded ‘Skylar’s’ lavender thong and black bra, and went to the cart to pick out her clothes. She picked up purple short shorts, her favorite boots, and a long-sleeve magenta crop-top. Setting them aside, she selected hot-pink triangle bra and matching tanga-cut thong, along with thigh high purple socks with hot pink stripes. She completed the outfit with a chain-link necklace, and got back into the cart.
She had been scheming and deceiving to get at the clothes people had peed in for years, but for the first time, she was interested in the person doing the wetting. She was in love with Alice, and would do whatever wacky plan was needed to make the girl hers. When they had first met, she was dressed as a store clerk, and didn’t sense anything special about the girl. But after Alice fell into the trap, she showed the most incredible spirit.
**FlashBack 1; yesterday afternoon**
Sunny watched the customers drive off, waiting till they were out of sight before darting into the forest. Her purple dress stood out in the forest, but she easily moved without being noticed. Her shortcut brought her to the public restroom with time to spare, far ahead of the caravan of desperate young ladies. She went pee in the bushes, more out of boredom than need, and re-checked her preparations. Lasly, she removed her disguise, and returned to her true identity of Misty the cat-girl.
She had a good hiding spot in a knot of pipes above the sink, where she could find the right time to strike. She quivered at the memory of how they had naively slurped down her lemonade. Honing her ability to lie was one of the best decisions she ever made. It made it easy to get specialized diuretics, and obviously to get people to ingest them. She grinned at the thought of her lemonade laced with the buttercup-yellow powdered diuretic she selected. Moderate time delayed, motion triggered, with a faint, lime-like taste. She heard the rumble of their carriage outside, and crept through the pipes to the window. She turned herself invisible, and reinstated herself in her hiding place for the best view.
The girl that was driving was the first to enter. Misty silently giggled at the panic when she saw the urinals, and settled in for a show as the others came through the door. She enjoyed the way she used her tail to hold back the flood, and the look of terror on the bunny-girl’s face. She never cared for the soggy Lady of the Court.Then, Alice did something interesting. She announced that she knew could use a urinal, and ran over.
Misty was thrilled that she actually got to see plan-B in action. Plan A was to get them to wet, and nab the wet clothes when they changed. That was why she had set this trap on a travel road, so people would have spare clothes to distract them. She actually liked plan-B better, but no one had ever set it into motion before.
She gazed longingly at the panties Alice suspended on her hook, but waited until they were all distracted. She watched in fascination as Alice got into her enticing position, skirt pushed up around her waist. Her stream jetted loudly into the toilet, her back arched dramatically.
Misty stared at Alice’s big, firm-looking breasts as they bounced and heaved with her panting. She thought the could feel Alice’s hissing vibrating the pipes she hid in, but it was probably ‘just’ echoing through the rafters. Misty couldn't look away, until the bright gold fluid stopped rushing out of Alice.
She silently slipped down, and stealthily snapped up the blonde's panties. She stole the others as an afterthought, and slid out behind the building. She had never seen anything hotter than what Alice had done. The way her dark blond hair complemented her golden urine. The rippling shudders of her flexed thighs. The way her big boobs heaved with her sounds of relief. She needed to experience that pee. She grieved the loss caused by her failure to disable the flushing of the urinals.
She unfolded her prize, placing the others in her backpack for later use. Misty felt a crushing disappointment as she looked at the miniscule wet spot on Alice’s used panties. The other girls had left more fluid in theirs but they paled in comparison to Alice. She pressed the panties to her face as she sat on the ground.”Oh.OH.Ohhh!” Misty dove her nose into the fabric, moaning as she enjoyed the scent of Alice’s pee. She leaned her back against the wall, legs kicking in ecstasy. Alice’s pee smelled almost floral to the catgirl, and seemed to have intense aphrodisiac properties. She felt hot, and bothered, and bursting with pee.
She saw a fish-boy run out of the trees and into the bathroom, but she was to engaged to be bothered by the boy. Boys rarely woar underwear worth the effort of stealing, so she just obeyed the numbers and raided females for their soggy skivvies. She was still sitting against the outer wall behind Diabolical Trap# 32 with her legs bent so her knees pointed upward, as she clutched the moist part of the silky blush-pink bikini brief to her nose.
She was so full, that if she tried to move, she’d wet herself automatically. She liked the idea of inducing urination so subtly, it would be really hot to do an unplanned wetting that felt like a real accident. She was getting excited, her cheeks flushed pink as she bit her lower lip, but also knew it would be even better if she waited. ‘Don’t be greedy’ she chanted in her head, resisting the urge to wet too early. She was burning with anticipation, but she fought her impatience to reach the better reward. She cautiously looked at her watch.
Alice and others had arrived around 2:45 pm, now it was 3:30. She had slipped behind the building about 10 minutes after they arrived. She had been basically empty until she smelled the sweet fragrance of Alice’s panties, so she had been holding for about 30 minutes. She had done far longer holds, her record was 4 hours with a additional drink every hour, but she felt that in this state a total of 45 minutes would be reasonable.
She had 15 more minutes, and then she would trigger a wetting with a single movement. She could still move her arms and hands fairly freely, so she toyed with Alice’s panties. She stroked the silky smooth fabric, fondling the spot where the small amount of urine spilled out, running her fingertips over the seams. She closed her eyes and envisioned what they had looked like, being leaked into on the carriage ride. She envisioned Alice wearing only the panties and a skimpy pink bra, rocking and bumping against the seat. She paused her visualisation.
She had 5 more minutes on the clock, and needed to decide what motion to trigger the wetting with. If she put if off to the last minute, she’d just wind up doing something lame. She looked down at her body, taking her outfit into account. Her dark purple camisole was cropped above her navel. It wouldn’t get wet so it didn’t factor into the decision. She made a mental note to cross her arms at her chest, to protect the purple and black striped fingerless gloves, running up to her elbows. She was happy to realize she was wearing her new greyish lavender leggings. This was the perfect occasion to christen the untested garment. Her lace-up boots were advertised as fully waterproof, and had demonstrated that to be true countless times.
She could lift her hips, but the leggings wouldn't soaked the way she wanted. She decided on a subtle leg movement, one that would feel like she was genuinely having a wetting accident. As the time came, she conjured back her fantasy.
She reached the end of her hold, and let out a breath. She slowly slid her left leg down and slightly to the side. Her knee came to rest on the ground just as the pee pierced through her underwear like cupid’s arrow, and her leggings filled with warm, liquid romance. She closed her eyes and returned to her vision of Alice.
The balconette bra she wore in the fantasy had stiff cups, barely reaching past her nipples. The bra held the bottom half of her boobs steady while pushing the upper part higher, concentration the jiggling to the upper-section of her breasts. In addition to jiggling, her breasts gave large bounces as the carriage jolted over potholes. Her soft panties caressed her ass and nether regions, a drop of pee darkening them every 5th bump. She envisioned Alice’s thighs tensing, her hips wiggling against the seat, and her hand pressing the panties against the tiny droplets around her opening.
Misty spread her legs as she came, her stream ending shortly after. She opened her eyes and squealed with joy at the sight of her leggings. She always surprised herself with the form the wetness took by closing her eyes during the event. This time was especially good, the staining making it clear what the leggings had bore witness to. It was dark and soggy, but concentrated around the butt and crotch, with narrow strips down the back-inner leg. No one could mistake these stains for something other than a peeing accident, and a ‘bad’ one at that.
She heard a man pounding on the door and shouting, and decided to take her leave. Careful not to mess up the pattern of wetness, Misty stood up and slipped back to the castle. She was glad she had teleportation abilities. Otherwise her leggings would dry before she could get back to finish enjoying them.
**Flashback #2; Yesterday Evening**
At the castle, she had realized that the small amount of urine dribbled into Alice’s panties would only work once, and she had already used them up. She frantically grabbed a go-to ruse and teleported close to the duchess's house. She got into disguise, whizzed out as much as she could in a bush, and knocked on the door.
Chef Ginger was a notorious bargain-hunter, and she easily got permission to show her wears in the kitchin. At her encouragement, the chef showed off her family variation of Spice Meadow Stew, a favourite regional dish with hundreds of variations. Skylar had chosen from her recipes for a good dish to let her trial her cookware. The family secret of putting 6x the black pepper, and a ¼ cup of white pepper had the desired effect of creating a cloud around the house. Mary Ann had told ‘Sunny’ that they were on the way to the duchess house, and she was biding her time for their arrival. She heard a cart pull up, and excused herself to get the ladles she left in the case by the door. She bent down and faked rummaging through the case, as she watched through the windowed center of the door.
Alice and her friends were hit by the effects if her pepper, and she shook in anticipation. Every time Alice sneezed, her eyes darted to her skirt, hoping to see a squirt dibble out. She was still waiting when she heard the unremarkable noise indicating Blanch had peed in her panties. Her eyes were still locked on Alice’s maddeningly dry hips, as Rosette let out half her pee, followed by the other half 50 seconds later.
She turned when Mary Ann unleashed a loud torrent onto the steps, but almost gave herself whiplash looking back when she heard Alice gasp. ‘Please don’t let me have missed it! Please tell me that gasp was an warning!’ she mentally pleaded with the universe. Her prayers were answered when she saw Alice’s still dry skirt. She squeezed her legs together and waited. And waited. Still waiting…’She doesn't have to go!’. Skylar almost started sobbing in disappointment.
She returned to the chef dejected, as Alice’s friends made the dripping walk to the cart without Alice. She had everything worked out! How she would watch by the door to know when to strike, how she would jog out of the house to comfort Alice when she wet, how she would walk with her back to the carriage and snag her pee-filled panties and hopefully skirt when she was changing. She had even forced herself to pee out more than she had to go, just so she wouldn’t be affected by the pepper.
True love made any other panties seem like empty distractions, not worth the trouble of gathering. She quickly made her sale and waked down the road to regroup and make a new plan. She needed to buy herself time, to wait until she could get Alice to pee herself...She grabbed a branch from the side of the road across the path. She waited 12 minutes for the sun to start setting, and started to run to the house. She gave a faux-distressed knock, and delivered her ruse to Ginger. She was quickly granted permission to stay the night, giving her plenty of opportunities to push Alice’s bladder past its limit.
But right now, she was more interested in getting a close-up demonstration of Alice’s amazing stream. She noticed Alice’s glass was empty, and jumped to act before someone else got to it first. She grabbed two glasses from behind the bar, and pulled out a tiny pouch of opalescent diuretic tablets. She had four total, and returned two to her pocket, before placing the small pills in the bottom of the glasses. She stood and brought the glasses to the front of the bar. She stuck a lime wedge on each glass, and watched the mineral water pour into the tumblers. The tablets dissolve fast, and the extra fizzing and sparkling particles went unnoticed.
She handed Alice the drink and sipped her own. She had never actually taken a diuretic during a plot, and she felt a thrill run down her throat with the bubbly water. She watched Alice for the signs she had experienced while testing the tablets. Dissolving quickly, being hard to detect, the suddenness of the delayed response, and the enhanced bladder control. These traits almost guaranteed Skylar a chance to see Alice’s bladder in action again. She casually crossed her legs tightly, though it was unnecessary, setting up justification for a hasty retreat when Alice left for the bathroom.
Mary Ann stopped droning on about the W.S.R., and Alice showed the tell-tale pause. Her body was preparing to make sudden demands that the mind lead the way to a bathroom, and both were silent where while the message was delivered. She choked back a squeal when Alice started to make frantic requests for a bathroom.
Her legs uncrossed in preparation. Alice dove out the door, and Skylar stood abruptly. “I...Have-To-Go-Too!” she announced, clutching herself for effect. She took of, the Duke shouting consolations that there were multiple stalls, so don’t fight.
She rushed to catch up, rather than risk missing part of the show. Curtain call was coming, and Skylar explained her presence as they ran. Consuming the diuretic along with Alice had created an intimate bond between their bladders. She followed Alice through the door, and got in the stall next to her. She pulled her underwear and tights halfway to her thighs and held them there. She wanted to delay her involvement for as much of Alice’s performance as she could. When Alice ripped her panties and skirt off, it was too much. Her legs gave out as she collapsed onto the toilet, her hosiery and panties were pushed to her ankles, and she started as she heard Act 1 of Alice’s pee. She bit back moans as she listened to the dialogue of hisses. She heard the monolog of the stream reach its dramatic climax. The pee crashing into the bowl was a curtain closing, and Skylar finished her standing ovation.
She grabbed the panties off the floor as she finished, and flushed. She lifted her panties without wiping away the drops clinging to her, letting the tights protect this secret. She wanted the panties as a memento of the piss she had shared with Alice, to treasure forever.
* * Flashback 3: Last Night**
Skylar was thrilled that Rosette was so gullible. She gazed at Alice’s sleeping form a few feet over. It was for the best that they both had their own tiny bed. Otherwise Skylar would have been unable to resist dipping Alice’s long fingers in a bowl of warm water, and getting soaked when the slumbering girl relieved herself in the hypothetical shared bed. The thought had her feet bobbing as she made sure Alice was truly asleep. She stepped out of bed to complete this evening's hiset.
She picked up Alice’s 2 bags with clothing in them, and slipped into the laundry room downstairs. If she was caught, she would fain half-asleep confusion, and say she thought she was washing her own clothes. Unzipping the first bag she found nothing with pee on it. She huffed as she drew open the second bag. She would be so frustrated if all she got for a whole night of work was the, unfortunately dry, panties she got off the bathroom floor. As she opened the bag, the delicious scent she had been craving wafted from the bottom of the bag.
Eagerly, she found the source: a navy mesh garment bag full of Alice’s unwashed laundry. Shuffling through the contents she found several articles of clothing Alice had peed in. Apparently, she had forgotten to ask Mary Ann how to use their laundry machine, because the bag had everything she’d gotten dirty since she came to Wonderland. Among the dust and spilled soup, she found a treasure trove of urine scent. These bags let the fluid evaporate, but left the smell and the stain dried in.
She looked at her new collectables: Jeans, a sweatshirt, a t-shirt, a black bra and navy briefs appeared to have been submerged after wetting; A lacy blue brief and rough stockings, both visibly stained; Blue pajama bottoms and lavender briefs that had been peed into with great force. She stroked her new prized possessions.
Alice didn't seem to be checking the bag regularly, so she could keep all of them. She was glad, because she could never make the choice of which piece to abandon. She recorded the bags and set them back in the guest room, before packing all but sky blue lace and scratchy white mesh in her suitcase. She slipped down the stairs, and sat down on the couch.
She pressed the material to her nose, and her eyes shot open. Something about the scent of Alice’s urine inspired Skylar’s bladder to fill to busting on contact. She ran squealing into the night, towards the bathroom she had enjoyed with Alice befor. She cried out in ecstasy as her legs pumped, and crushed the undergarments to her chest.
She entered the bathroom, and ran to the open door of the stall Alice sat in a few hours befor. She pounded against the dividing wall as she decided how to relieve herself. She wanted to do something adventurous and exotic for her whiz. Struck by inspiration, she lifted the seat, propped a foot on the rim, and pulled herself up. She wore a mauve slip without underwear, so she could do the deed without concern about explaining why she was wet.
It was like a bomb dropping, as her stream shot straight into the toilet bowl. She screamed in excitement at the forceful impact of her pee hitting the toilet water. She thrashed from her perch, familiar enough with this technique to move without losing her laser-beam precision into the toilet. She kept restricting and halting the flow, stretching the session out to 6 minutes.
Coming down from the high, she brought the perfumed under wear down from her nose and carefully got down. Her legs were shaky, so she replaced the seat, and sat down to recover from her passion. She took 3 minutes to collect herself, before standing and flushing the toilet. She didn’t learn she had an audience until breakfast the next morning.
Unfortunately, she had only been able to pee once since then, when she and Alice took a morning pit stop before breakfast. She had sat bursting on the Duchesses toilet for 15 minutes before she left, but her bladder was on strike until it got another shot at Alice’s urine. She hadn’t gotten out a single, drop before she gave up and sat uncomfortably in the cart. She tried again in the grass, then in her shorts, but it seemed unless Alice came along again, this pee would take place in her pants when her bladder was forced let go. She had to return to the castle by noon, so she wouldn’t see Alice for the two days until they arrived. Sighing she settled in for the long wait. Sometimes, she wished she couldn’t hold the volumes she could.
I just wanted to clarify that when in character, Misty will refer to herself by that name. This is the most names she'll have in a single chapter, so it should get less confusing. I'm not really sure how her feelings for Alice should play out, so feel free to give suggestions. Her character is probably going to get creepier and more sympathetic as the story progresses. |
I was cruise if anyone thought i had been neglecting any character in regards to omo scenes. If there's a specific character that you like, but hasn't had any/many omg scenes please feel free to request. I can't make any promises, but the Regata would allow the characters to reappear without plot holes. Also I'd love to hear any suggestions for events to include in the regatta. It has sports/competitions, social gatherings (like masquers and croquette picnics), and unofficial events (like parties and ,mixers), so please feel free to include whatever you want. Thanks for Reading-SomeGirl
Ch.30: The Torrid Wetness of the Mad Hatter and March Hair
The ladies arrived shortly at the manor of Count Macha and Countess Mocha in Saucer Township. The sleepy eyed mouse-girl who opened the door was wearing yellow pajamas, spotted with daisies. The girl led them to the walled back garden, where Mary Ann took Alice aside while the mouse-girl before they entered. “I wanted to warn you that the couple is somewhat...overzealous about their...hobbies. They don’t care if people thick their strange, but I thought the warning might help you be comfortable.” before Alice could ask what she meant by ‘strang’ the mouse-girl opened the door to the tea-party garden. The garden was beautiful: Geometric shapes carved from various tea-leaf shrubs;Several elegant fountains; and hundreds of edible flowers. At a long picnic table, the Count and Countess were shifting around to different chairs.
The mouse girl gestured to them “These are Count Macha and Countess Mocha. They prefer to be addressed by their first names…” she droned sleepily. She walked over to an empty seat, and dozed off the second she sat down. The others joined them as the hosts sat still for the meeting.
The meeting went quickly, but a few minutes in Alice heard a pattering and dripping from the seat next to her. Looking at the mouse-girl, her eyes found the source of the sound splashing onto the ground. The mouse-girl was reclining back in the chair, chin resting on her collarbone, legs spread. The trickle was still going, carving dark lines of fluid into her pajama pants. The veins of urine coiled down to her ankles, where they drizzled across the ground. Alice had no idea what, if anything she should do, as the slow, steady flow continued. It was almost a minute before the faucet turned off. She glanced around for a hint at how to handle the situation, and noticed the meeting was wrapping up. All parties but Mocha stood to stretch their legs.
The countess was a hare-girl, which was apparently different from a rabbit-girl, of about 33 years. She had hair streaked with every shade of brunette, and chocolate brown eyes. She was tall, but dainty with refined features. She was wearing a knee-length A-line dress with ¾ sleeves, peep-toe kitten heels, and dark stockings on a garter belt. The dress was made of chocolate-colored velvet, with a under skirt of latte and cocoa brown brocade. Her hair was in a chiffon bun, with a light brown decorative comb. The elegant woman looked to her husband.
“Darling, I...ooh..I...I CAN’T HOLD IT ANYMORE! I”M ABOUT TO SOAK MYSELF!” she was ecstatic as she wiggled against the chair. Her husband leapt to her side, radiating excitement. “The long awaited event! Shall I pull you against me, or would my lady prefer to go in her skirts?” he was grabbing at his bladder, but wanted to delay gratification until his beloved took her turn. “Umm. I...R-really want to pee...in something.” she glanced around for something in reach.
Seeing she needed his aid, the Count reached behind him and grabbed a teacup. His wife was dancing with desire as he placed the cup below her skirts in offering. Her face contorted with pleasure as she delicately lowered her black side-string panties below the level of the cup. Eyelashes fluttering, lower lip caught between teeth, fingers tightly gripping the arms of her chair. She did a final check that the cup was in position, and relinquished her last shred of bladder-control.
The pressure in her bladder slipped down to her opening, and poured neatly into the cup. “Always so graceful…” her husband muttered as he gazed lovingly at the ladylike stream. Her hissing was faint, but like a tea kettle. Her chin tilted upward at her gratifying urination, and her eyes locked intently with her husband as she came to a natural conclusion.
She noticed he had switched the cups without her noticing, preserving all of her golden fluid. Smiling as her husband stood, Mocha let him guide her to the grass. He lay down, and requested she sit on top of his hips, and push his bladder. Removing her panties fully, she gathered her skirt at her navel, and lowered herself till she hovered above her darling.
She took a deep breath to center herself, before slamming herself down onto his engorged bladder. Macha managed to handle that first powerful jolt, but as his wife's bouncing continued, he felt the pressure start to escape down his shaft. He nodded in warning as she fell onto his bulging bladder for the final blow. The sudden gush downwards instantly bypassed his opening and streamed down his ass to pool beneath. To his delight, his wife continued to pound his emptying bladder with her hips. Each hit to his emptying bladder sent of shock of vibration through the contents. He felt the stream gently coil around itself, as it traveled down his penis. He roared in joy as the last of his pee came surging into his pants.
The guests had left at some point after Mocha’s declaration of need, and the household manager mouse girl was still asleep at the table, wetting herself for the second time. The couple walked up to their bedroom to fully appreciate the urine spilt on the others body.
Ch.31: A Nighttime Stroll Through the Urinal Garden
The long drive from the home of Macha and March had been exhausting, but they finally arrived at the Palace of Hearts. The night watchman was kind enough to park the carriage, and spend the night butlers to bring their bags to their rooms. The ladies had bought a picnic lunch earlier, so they didn’t need dinner. The sore women were instructed to the nearby urination garden. Their sleep-hungry minds led them down a wrong turn, and they wound up in a statue garden of artistic urinals. They all agreed they were too tired and too urgent to retrace their steps, and each selected one of the creative relief stations.
Blanch was happy to find one that was lower to the ground, and breezed over. The urinal was sturdy white porcelain, with red ceramic bows sculpted on, and metallic orange etched metal work. The short distance the bowl hoved of the ground was much more comfortable for someone her size. She stood close to the bowl and lifted her peach bubble skirt, as she let her soggy diaper fall to the ground. Her exhaustion, the wetness from the diaper, the cool night breeze, and her open leg stance had her peeing before she could pull herself into position. She quickly tilted her hips, and the splashing on the gravel was replaced by the dinging of pee hitting a metal drain. She had flushed twice before she came to the end of this pee session. Pausing above the bowl, because she might start again while she thought, Blanch elected to put on a diaper for bed. Swinging her hips back into their normal stance, she briskly walked to the bag she kept a few of her diapers in. She selected an extra-padding overnight nappy, and lay back on the nearby bench to put it on. She sat up and waited for her friends to finish their long hand washing at the fountain. The fountain was nice, but she always felt anxious keeoing her hands under running water for too long. She sat back and enjoyed the dry diaper while it lasted. The thick, cushy padding cradled her lower body, and the lack of wetness felt nice. Her friends and her walked back to the Palace of hearts.
Alice selected a smooth urinal was made of sky blue marble, with pearl studded piping. The inside was inlaid with abalone, and the milky rainbow sheen glowed in the moonlight. Undoing her shorts, and letting them down to her knees she mounted the urinal and let out what she had been holding for 6 ½ hours. The tea from that Matcha had given them for the road, the lemonade from the picnic, and 2 bottles of water came out like an ocean tide. Alice hummed in pleasure as the forceful stream continued for around 2 ½ minutes. She tried to remember how long it had been since she last peed, it felt too good to be in the near past. After they left for the palace, they had gotten breakfast in a cafe, and they all peed then. After that, they continued until they stopped to eat lunch and buy the dinner. She remembered the mild urgency that she relived before they left. They made no stops after that, so she hadn’t gone in 8 hours.
She finished a water bottle after lunch, and another before dinner. That was about an hour and a half from her last pee break. The need had been so mild when she finished the second, that she had a full bottle of lemonade at dinner. She hadn’t taken into account that she was only feeling the effects of the first bottle, and had even drank the thermos of green tea Matcha had given her before the meeting started. 15 minutes after the last sip of caffeinated tea, she started to feel the second bottle. It was still manageable, but 20 minutes after that, her bladder was hit with the lemonade. She crossed her legs, and kept an eye out for a rest stop. Nothing for the rest of the drive, and 10 minutes later, she was bursting under the pressure from the tea. She had been feeling herself fill to the brim for almost an hour, and struggled for over 5 more. She had no idea how she had only spilled about 2 ounces into her boyshort underwear, when she had been grappling back at least 42 oz for so long. She glanced down to check the urinals fullness, but this one had been given a basin that rose from the ground to the lip of the bowl, easily 2 feet deep. She had filled the bottom about an inch up, her pee shimmering on the abalone surface. When she finally tinkled out the last of her long-endured agony, she leaned her forehead on the cool marble as she recovered. She was panting, and her whole body felt light. Before she came to Wonderland, she would have just gone in her shorts after 30 minutes, but now she could experience the pleasure of peeing after a ⅓ day of need. She heard a sound in the bushes and quickly pulled up her pants. Cringing at the wetness in her panties, she took off her shorts, peeled down the wet silver-blue fabric, and put the shorts back on. She dropped the panties into the urinal, partly because she couldn’t figure out the turning flush handle, and went to wash the pee of her hands.
Rosette only drank 1 ½ bottles of fluid on the drive, but she was still holding from breakfast, the tea party, and lunch. She had skipped the lemonade at dinner because she was already recrossing her legs every 2 minutes. She had forgotten to pee at every opportunity since the duchess house. She waddled to a bronze plated urinal with sculpted rose embellishments, each petal coated individually in rose-red enamel. She threw herself into position,left hand pulling aside her panties, right hand moving her tulip-petal skirt out of the way. Her body knew it was finally allowed to let go before her mind did. Her tourent pounded and drummed against the metal, emptying her bladder quickly and violently. It actually burned a little, the way the pressure stretched her hole widder. In 4 seconds, she fell back onto the grass with a roar of triumph. The cool night air tickled her as drips dampened her underwear, and she giggled. The sweat on her brow was evaporating, and the walls of her bladder slouched in relief as the finally were allowed to deflate. She smiled at the stars for a minute, before shakily standing up, and jerking the handle that would spin her urine into oblivion. Watching the pee circle the drain, she noted that it was fatigue, rather than pressure, that had been so close to unbearable. She held her head high as she walked to the sink.
Befor Mary Ann finished registering her traditionally-masculine surroundings, she found herself squatting over a green glass urinal. Moving on autopilot, her hands dropped her ivory satin panties, and held up her ankle length skirt as she automatically emptied into the urinal. As her body flooded with relief, she looked to admire the work of art she was urinating into. The clear green glass was smooth, and well shaped. Her eyes followed the glass pipe to a visible tank. She spotted two blown glass spheres, one hanging from the pull chain, one bobbing in the glass tank. She finished her urgent business, and moved to flush. To her shock, she realized as the handle returned to its upright position, the links of the chain where glass too. Her eyes fluttered in delight as the water swirled down the pipes and within the tank. Her pee was whisked off through a pipe piercing the ground, and she raised her underwear as she went to wash her hands.
When the four women all made their way to their rooms, a new figure slipped out of the tree overlooking the garden. The purple babydoll she wore to sleep was covered in dirt and leaves, but she was almost shedding tears of joy. She rushed directly to the blue marble urinal, and reached inside. Withdrawing the panties the smell overwhelmed her, and her pee started jetting diagonally onto the ground behind her. In case it was unclear, Misty the cat-girl was bent over the walls of a container of Alice’s piss, clasping Alice’s just submerged panties, after watching Alice unleash a drencher of a piss into a urinal. Her pee was spraying wildly, as her feet left the ground. Misty accidentally-on-purpose slid face first into the puddle, and her seemingly a;omst done bladder got it second wind. She came hard as the first session transitioned into the next, arching great distances, and hissing softly. Misty was in heaven. She needed to be in her room before the servants changed shifts, but that gave her two more hours to play, and cum, and piss. “If I don’t see Alice, I’m not gonna pee again for 48 hours” she shuddered, as she put the sweet-tasting panties in her mouth to suck on. |
I like the idea of Misty confessing her love, I really don't like drawn out will-they won't-they/can't-spit-it-out storylines that much either. This chapter is more series than most others. I just want to agnowlege that this portrayal of Misty's deviancy (the pantie stealing/spying, not the pee) isn't accurate to real life. I am going to try to have her struggle with the issue and the things that led to the issue, but its still not psychologically sound. I assume no ones basing mental health choices on this story, but better safe than sorry. I'm not trying to write an accurate portrayal of any issues.-SomeGirl
Ch.32: Misty:
Misty had overslept after sneaking back into her bed. She was awakened with the rest of the castle. She hurriedly showered, and dressed for breakfast. She left her room in a purple wrapped halter, a hot pink tutu, heavy black belt, black and purple striped leggings, and her signature boots. 2 Tiny silver hoops clicked in her cat-ears, and purple rhinestones sparkling in her humanoid ears. She walked briskly to the breakfast hall, and approached Queen Valentine. “You're late.” she scolded. “I’m sorry.” she said as she sat in her usual chair. Her eyes widened when they registered the sight in front of them. Alice was seated across the table from her, and she could clearly hear her thank the waiter for her juice. She froze in her seat. Then Alice was looking at her, and Misty realized what the queen was telling her.
“Misty, I’d like to introduce Alice. She’s visiting from a far-off world, and may need our help returning home.”She turned to Alice, Misty stunned silent in panic. “Alice, this is Princess Misty. She’s my niece, by my dear late brother. I’ve been grooming her as an heir to the throne for over a decade.”. The next thing she said was both the worst and the best thing Misty had ever heard “Misty, Blanch and I have a meeting in regards to trade routes. As you have already compiled everything you wanted to say in your notes, you will be preparing Alice to partake in the festivities. I’m quite interested in what the heads of state have to say about this other world.” she waited for her niece to respond. Misty nodded blankly. Alices disappeared from her view, and miraculously reappeared in the seat next to her’s. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you.” Alice was smiling at her. Misty forced herself to converse somewhat normanly, while internally panicking about being around Alice out of disguise. She had no bait, no backup plans, and no ruses set up. Skylar, Sunny, and the dozens of allies Alice hadn’t met yet were all unavailable to her. Even if she switched over to one, Alice would want to know where Misty was, and Auntie Val would figure it out within hours. She was all on her own. With Alice. Her bladder felt like it might burst.
Misty had managed to get through breakfast, and excuse herself to a bathroom to regroup. Alice was waiting in the hall, so she couldn’t urinate as long as she would have liked. She had been thinking of Alice a lot, and when she did, she sometimes became incontinent. Misty had taken to peeing more often to maintain an empty bladder. She couldn't ask Alice to stop every 45 minutes so she could piddle out a ½ oz of pee, so she squeezed to pee harder. She pressed her bladder to empty more than it felt the need to, hoping to avoid scaring Alice off by pissing herself so early. She had always chosen when she visibly pissed her pants before, but now she was at risk of doing it with no warning. The vibrations of the pressurized liquid slowed her heart rate, and she clung to the calming effect as she washed her hands. Misty knew she could weasel her way closer to Alice, even if she was confined to one identity. She took a deep breath and went to rejoin the other girl. Alice was wearing black capris, a lacy ocean-blue blouse, and comfy white sandals. Her honey-colored hair was in a loose ponytail. She looked beautiful in the gentle light pouring from the window. Misty was glad she got all her pee out just moments ago, because her bladder involuntarily opened at the sight of Alice. Misty walked over, making a note to use excessive caution with how much she drank. Her legs were still sore from being clamped together through breakfast. She read her Aunt’s instructions and realized she would exclusively be helping Alice choose clothes for various events. Her bladder was luckily still empty. She and Alice walked to the room the note specified, and were greeted by hundreds of different garments to try. Stealing her will, Misty walked over to the courtly-casual clothes. She focused on two things: matching every single piece of clothing with the perfect outfit, and guarding her bladder. Still empty, and she was out of clothes. She claimed the chair by the miorre, and compelled herself not to look while Alice got into the first outfit. She had time to ponder why she was in this situation, and belatedly saw the error of her ways, too an extent. She had forgotten how to control her reactions when around the object of her affection, because they never knew of her presence. She wanted a real relationship with Alice. Misty was pondering this, when Alice came over to the miorre.
Alice was wearing tan capris with ruffles at the leg, a dusty blue camisole, and a sheer ivory overshirt. She showed Misty “This is really cute! You have a good eye.” Alice complemented. Misty was about to say she looked great, when she felt her bladder fill slightly. She just nodded as Alice went to try another one. She sat still on her chair. She knew that her bladder was still almost empty, but she also knew that each outfit Alice tried would turn up the pressure. She couldn’t excuse herself so soon, so she would have to wait for Alice to ask for a break. She tried to remember how much she had seen Alice drink. It wouldn’t be a particularly long wait, but was it soon enough? Misty felt she had no choice. At least she wasn't incontinent this time. Alice came back, this time in a robin's-egg-blue sundress. Misty’s bladder was suddenly almost full, as she looked at Alice in the frock. It ended at her knees, with thick straps attached to the straight neckline. Her baby-pink bra peeped through the straps a little, and the cotton skimmed her hips gently, before flaring out into an a-line skirt. The faint turquoise-tinge complemented her dark blond hair, making it shine. Alice had a brave, calm, and generous nature that had never seemed more apparent to Misty. The cat-girl knew at that moment that her unspoken feelings, and her agitated bladder were directly correlated. Her inner demons were being challenged by love, and the battle ground was her bladder. One or the other was gonna come out.
She suddenly recalled the events just before she had started changing identities. Her father had been assassinated when she was 14, and she never coped with the senselessness of the violent act. Her father and Aunt hadn’t been like other royal families, with one scheming for the throne. They had benefited from their different perspectives, and rule side-by-side. The queen had no desire for children of her own, but had taken joy in teaching Misty everything she would need to rule the kingdom. King Carmine had lost his wife when Misty was young, and he cherished his daughter. They were both excellent rulers, good hearted and intelligent, and had lead the kingdom into an era of peace and prosperity. There had been no grievance rationalizing Carmine’s assassination, only a harlequin-print mask and a trigger being pulled. The man who shot him was called Wild Card. He was a villain of great mythos, with a thousand alleged motives. He was a terrorist, he sought riches, he traded his killings for immortality. He cycled through each kingdom, killing before vanishing. No one could predict when and where he would next strike, only that he would. Misty had rushed to her father, but was too late to hear his last words. His attendant passed on that he said he loved her, but she could never confirm what he said. She understood it was true, but she could never fully accepted the truth of the aid’s account fully. Misty felt more for Alice than lust. Even what she had called love had been a crude explanation of feelings she couldn’t verbalize. Misty came back to reality.
Alice noticed the cat-girl become more alert, and take note of Alice’s stance. For some reason, just as Misty had zoned out, Alice suddenly felt like she was ready to wet herself. She was shimmying and twisting as she tried to get Misty to return from her introspection, and now snaked a hand down to seal the barrier between her pee and the outside world. Misty slowly stood, and wrapped their arms around Alice’s waist, bringing them together. In her distressed state, Alice was confused about the meaning of Misty’s actions. She would understand once the need to pee was satiated. ‘At least this dress is washable..’ Alice thought as something in her subconscious whispered that she could just go where she stood. Wrapping her arms around the taller girl, Alice felt Misty let go simultaneously.
Before she let go, Misty felt a flurry of demons battering her bladder from the inside. Her release was an exorcism, casting out her darker influences with her pee. It was like her legs were being consecrated with sacred water, as pee surged down her leggings. She was anointed by Alice’s stream, clutching the waist of the angelic woman. She felt a horrible burden being lifted out of her body, and expelled noisily onto her boots. She could hear Alice panting and softly moaning at her own experience, and Misty cried out in reverence. Misty’s skirt was christened by Alice peeing so close to her, she would treasure it always. She lost all sense of time as she purged her soul of fury, bitterness, and fear. She finally stopped convulsing and contorting, as the last of the demonic presence was banished down her legs. She felt reborn, lighter than she had in years. Misty watched the last of Alice’s own burden empty to the floor. Alice was panting, and Misty held her as she calmed down. Misty heard her declaration of love before she decided to make it. Alice seemed to take it well though.
Alice was in a haze as her body released the painful tension from her muscles. She felt the dress slump onto her thighs, wavering under the heaviness of her drenching. Her pee gushed out softly, emptying her bladder at a leisurely pace. She sighed in contentment as she was carried away by the waves of relief, coming and going like tides. She was aware of Misty, getting out what they needed to get out as a pair. Alice had always been attracted to boys, but she hadn’t really considered whether she would like girls. She didn’t really mind, and the feelings felt natural in her mind. She had never been pregiduesed ageinst non-heterosexualls, so accepting this part of herself was easy. She had also never really considered that she might like peeing the way she did. Wonderland was very informative in regareds to her sexuallity. Alice’s easygoing nature allowed her to refocus of the sensations. She hadn’t been trying on shoes yet, so the warm puddle caressed her feet, vibrating slightly from the impact of the stream. Her dress now had a large, dark stain on the front, and the cold, dampness tickled against her belly. Slightly sticky tracks were mapped and remapped down her legs. Her panties were sagging under the weight of the fluid being emptied into them. Alice realized the stream had ended, though she couldn’t recall when, and heard Misty speak over her own breathing. “I love you!” the cat-girl confessed. Alice was surprised by how strongly Misty felt, but she definitely liked the princess. She sensed a passionate and devoted personality in the other. She couldn’t speak at the moment, so she just smiled. |
These chapters are a bit lighter than the last. Alice is helping Rosette reherse giving her roses to Queen Valentine, and Misty is seeing to decoration deliveries for most of this section. This takes place a few hours after the events of ch.32. Alice has told Rosette, but didn't have the opportunity to recap the event to Blanch or Mary Ann yet.
Ch.33: Blanch’s Bad Week-Day 4:
Blanch made the soggy, squishy walk back to her room for the 3rd time that day. She was having one of her ‘bad weeks’ and had decided to wear diapers round the clock until the 7 days of desperation and incontinence were up. The one good thing about these bad weeks was that they were always 7 days exactly. She got to her room, and grabbed her supplies from her bags.
She made her way to the large self-change station that was set up for her visit, and pulled herself up. The slide onto the table combined with the gravitational pull of her urine had Blanch’s sodden diaper shooting across the floor. Knowing better than to attempt bending to pick it up without protection, Blanch leaned back and lifted her hips into the dry padding. She arranged the nappy around her hips, and fastened the tape. Sliding off the table, Blanch whent to clean up the splatter from the previous diaper. She bent slightly to pick it up, and she urinated as she went to dispose of the overburdened padding. She returned with a damp towel, and got on all fours to clean it up. Another wetting, this one continuing through the rest of the cleaning process, and hard. Blanch went to put her mini skirt back on, when she realized she had finished off the new diaper too.
Groaning, Blanch resituated herself on the table, this time more carefully, and replaced her used wrapping again. She needed to restock from Mary Ann’s bag after lunch. Mary Ann always kept half the diapers in case one of their bags got lost or damaged. Replacing her skirt, she returned to the agricultural meeting she had left so hurriedly.
The meeting went long, and by lunch, Blanch’s fresh diaper had gone from crinkling to squelching. The 4 hour meeting was so hot, Blanch poured water into her stomach water now that she knew she would be able to change after it came back out.
She had already released the first glass when lunch wrapped up. “Mary Ann? I need more diapers, should I just get them from your room?” Blanch requested softly. Mary Ann’s brow furrowed, “I already restocked your table yesterday. I just have one or two left. I ordered more, but I thought I left enough to tide you over for two days. That's the earliest the delivery can arrive..” concern was palpable from the two women. Blanch went white with terror, releasing the second glass in her panic. She squirmed in the uncomfortable soaked nappy.
She could already feel glass 3 coming into port, although that may be because she was anxious. “But..I used 6 this morning...There are none left and...And I need one. Now!” Blanch tried to keep glass 3 inside. They could figure it out fast enough, and she would flood her diaper right before a change. If Mary Ann had 2 diapers left, she could make it till dinner if she held it when she could. She peed out the 3rd glass with a vengeance. She was wearing the diapers she recently discovered for overnight use. They seemed to hold an infinite amount before flooding, and she had been able to protect the sheets each time she wore one. They had been excellent for a ‘bad week’.
Blanch was pretty sure she was bobbing in her diaper like a buoy in the sea, but the protective layer held strong. She determined to remain in this used diaper until they came up with a plan to ration the remaining few. The two women made the long walk to Mary Ann's room. They arrived just as Blanch output glass 4. It was immediately followed by glass 5, which Blanch peed out automatically, unguarded from her previous spasming release. Blanch definitely was floating in the padded garment when she sat at the desk. She wished she could stand, but glass 6 was trying to kick down the door, and sitting helped her hold it closed. Mary Ann finally returned with a terrifyingly small stack of white padding, and she heard Blanch’s pee hit her soggy diaper.
“Goodness, Blanch how many waters did you finish?” she asked as she lay the 3 diapers that had to last 2 days.
“...8.” Blanch confessed “I know. I know. That would be reckless with unlimited diapers..” her bunny-ears drooped in discouragement. Glass 6 loudly underlined how well Blanch understood the consequences of that choice. The diapers she was wearing were a life-saver, but when they got full, pee was even louder than if you just went on the floor. She had been woken up both nights at the palace to the deafening drumming of her pee in her doused nappy. She realized with great regret that she had changed both times, under the assumption of plentiful nappies.
They went to Blanch’s room to double check her bag. The diaper would hold strong, but Blanche was torturously uncomfortable. Blanch fiddled with gross diaper, accidentally ripping the material, just as glass 7 forced its way out. The heavy, soaked fabric spilled accumulated urine into Blanch’s hand as she tried to hold the diaper together, and she started to cry in frustration.
The discomfort of the diaper was bad, but now she wouldn’t even have anymore. She sobbed as Mary Ann led her to the table and took the seeping fabric out of her hands. Blanch wiped of as much residual piss as she could with a few wipes, and Mary Ann helped her into one of the three remaining nappies. The dry, fresh diaper made Blanch feel safe again. She calmed down. Two both women’s surprise, Blanch seemed to be done for the moment, so the crinkling sound lingered. The used diaper felt a few pounds heavier as Blanch threw it away. Mary Ann suggested that they try to squirm through until tomorrow night, when the diapers would arrive. They decided to change before she went to bed, and after she woke up. It would be uncomfortable, but it would have to do. Blanch gathered her courage and marched to the next conference.
By the end of the next two conferences, Blanch was soaked. The meeting was wrapping up when a loud surge of water could be heard echoing through the meeting hall. “Is there a pipe break?” questioned one of the department heads concerned. Blanch interrupted the speculation about the source of the noise “No….It’s me..” she flushed with humiliation. The others at the table were quick to apologize, and the meeting finished without further incident. There were two more meetings to go, and Blanch was too disheartened to stand up. She wasn’t hungry, and she only drank enough water to stave off dehydration.
Over the next two conferences, Blanch had the opportunity to study the differences between the many sounds pee could make. Every drip was magnified through through the drenched diaper. The ringing of a steady jett. The rhythmless pattern of a prolonged drizzle. The gurgling of a cascading gush. She went 17 times over 4 ½ hours, all clearly audible throughout the conference room, all into the same sopping diaper.
She finally stood to go to the room for the last to meetings, and a mortifying swishing rang through the air with each movement she made. Blanch hung her head as she walked to the door. Someone stopped her, and she didn’t bother to try to get away. Her nappy had held this long, and it didn’t seem to be at risk of leaking or flooding. She was about to leave, when she froze, as glass 8 from breakfast finally revealed itself again. Her previous wettings had been lighter than this one felt, and she tried to hold it to make her diaper last a bit longer.
She was just walking away from the finished conversation when she lost control. Her seemingly submerged opening let out an animalistic hiss as the piss shot into her waterlogged diaper. Blanch was right in her assumption that the diaper would hold through. She had forgotten to account for the tape. Mary Ann had triple-secured the diaper, which is why it stayed closed as long as it did, but standing up while peeing out glass 8 was the straw that broke the camel's back.
The flimsy tape tore from the gravitational pull of Blanch’s pee, and the diaper dropped into the floor between her feet, releasing a spray on impact. Blanch was still peeing, and she couldn’t move without her diaper there to catch it. So she stood with her legs opened over the absorbent fabric. Finally she stopped peeing, and she looked down into down at the broken diaper. She ran away in shame at what she saw. The white material was vivid yellow inside, with a visible pool of urine in the back flap. There was a clear whiff of hour old urine wafting out of the thick undergarment. It was swollen to 3x its original size, and sounded like it weighed 10 pounds when it smacked onto the floor.
Mary Ann found her on the toilet in her bathroom alternately peeing and crying. Blanch knew that everyone would be understanding about her incidents, but this was the first time her incontinence had interfered with her ability to do her job. And her diapers had been a matter of undiscussed public knowledge, never displayed during work events. That and the dwindling resources are what hurt her, not having an accident. She slipped into the 2nd to last diaper, and went to bed early.
The next morning was better for Blanch, she didn’t even feel that wet. She was about to go to breakfast when something caught her eye. On the change table, she saw last night's diaper used and ready to throw out. She screemen in panic as the events of the night before flooded her head, and she released a copious flood into the already damp final diaper.
Ch.34: Painting the Roses Yellow
Blanch had been awakened by a knocking at the door to her room. Stumbling slowly to the source of the noise, she found 2 young men in the heart-adorned uniforms of the castle staff. They immediately fell to the floor and begged her to help.
“We really need your help with the roses! We're desperate.” pleaded the one with 3 heart badges.
“Well actually, if we were desperate, we would be in good shape.” snarked the one wearing 6 heart badges.
3 of Hearts ignored his comrade “Lady Blanch! As members of the Queen's herem, we are given special responsibilities in service directly to the queen. The garden she sees from her window each morning has specially bred roses, roses that we are charged with maintaining. Each night when the guards change shift, we are to take the opportunity to urinate on the roses, so they develop their signature golden hue.” he took a breath and launched right back in. “We all gathered as usual, but none of us had to go. We had all enjoyed a late night play session with Queen Valentine a few hours ago, and we can’t go after something like that. Your skill at yielding urine is known throughout the land. Will you lend up that skill?” the man finished dramatically. Blanch nodded, and they lead her to the garden. She stood before a bush of white roses, their yellow tint faded.
The 3 of Hearts gave Blanch a tube with a wide opening at one end. Blanch took a minute to grasp what she was supposed to do with it. “Could you turn the fountain on w=once I have it in place?” Blanch requested “It’ll make me pee more than I would otherwise. She undid the diaper, mostly wet by now, and plached her feet apart. It took a few minutes for her to fumble the neck into place, but she managed to only leak a bit onto the ground.
She didn’t need to wait for the fountain to start. Her bladder emptied the awkward burden, and refilled immediately. Her bladder was simultaneously filling up and emptying. Her stream was stretching her opening as it tried to get more out at once, and the tube was jolting from the forceful gush pounding into it. The fountain turned on, and her bladder started to expand despite the continued attempts to empty. Blanch was looking at the fountain, and the impute was outpacing her output. The stinging of her pressurized stream increased with the mild burn of her bladder being stretched out. Blanch winced as she tried to wrap up by squeezing the pee out faster. The roses were fully dyed, and the herem guy had turned off the fountain again. It took a whole minute of self-inflicted pain for the increased expulsion to reach its end. Blanch was panting with exertion, and was in a daze the walk back to her room. Apparently, she had used her last diaper in her sleepy state, and the guy had left her old one on the table.
Blanch looked to the Queen, who had heard her scream, for direction. The queen shrugged apologetically “Just try to avoid the couches and the carpets today, I guess…” she offered in response to Blanch’s unasked question. Blanch was lucky to be standing on hardwood flooring at the time. |
This chapter contains predictions of events I may not mention again until the Wonderland section of the story end. I'm hoping to continue the story with the Looking Glass book. This first chapter is pretty hard on Alice, but she does a exceptional job coping with the revelation. The next few chapters will be much less serious.
Ch.35: Wonderland University and the Quest for Understanding
Alice was called to the Queen's study, and Rosette joined them, potted roses shifting in her arms as they walked. As the girls walked, Alice asked if it could be about her..’romantic tie’... to Misty. Rosette shrugged “Well, I'm not sure if she knows about it yet, but I’d think she would be happy for Princess Misty.” she encouraged. They reached the door to the study, and entered with the Queen’s permission. Inside, Queen Valentine was entertaining 4 academic looking anthros.
Alice recognized 2 as Dean Lavender Lewis and Opal the mouse-girl. Dean Lavender wore a tailored women's suit made of eggplant-colored linen, and a strand of pearls. Her dodo wings were folded neatly behind her stout body, and her dark hair was in a smooth, low bun. Opal looked different in her current outfit. Her curly hair was held up with straight bronze clips, and she wore large thin-frame glasses. Her thin cream-colored sweater, olive green box pleat skirt, thick black tights, and dark oxfords gave her a much more orderly, studios look. She smiled when she saw Alice.
The two older gentlemen beside them seemed locked in an intense debate. One man had a small ambery shell on his back, one had large golden-brown wings and lion ears and tail. Both men looked to be in their 60s. The tortoise-man was small, with large sad eyes somewhere between green and hazel. It took Alice a moment to realize that the other man was an anthropomorphized griffin. He had a thick white beard, and was much more imposing than his debate partner. He had a mane-like shock of white hair, and sharp golden eyes. His lion ears flicked in time with his argument, his tufted tail swishing on the floor, and his wings ruffling in the slight breeze from the window.
Alice hurried to introduce Opal before someone gave her the wrong idea about the set-up with Blanch. “Opal, this is Rosette. I was actually hoping to introduce you to our friend, Blanch, at the Regatta.” Alice silenced Rosete with a harsh stare.
Crisis averted, Valentine rose to make introductions. She started with the Dean “Alice, this is Dean Lavender Lewis of Wonderland University.” she gestured to the arguing men. “Those gentlemen are the Co-Directors of Study, Professor Jade” the griffin-man stood in greeting, “And professor Sage.” the turtle man pulled himself up with a cane. “They oversee the Math & Science departments and the Humanities departments respectively.”. Lastly she introduced Opal. “This is Opal, graduate-student to Professor Jade. She is also a well established inventor and mechanic.” Alice and Rosette gave a round of handshakes.
The Queen explained why the group was here: They were the national authorities on the subject of cross-dimensional logistics. Alice and the scholars were lead to a large study, formerly belonging to the Late King Carmine. The Deen took the floor. “In all our years of study, the Wonderland Univercity has never seen a accidental shift from one dimension to another.” Lavender began.
Alice raised her hand and was called on “Blanch was in my home world. How did she get there?” she had asked Blanch, but the governing bunny didn’t understand the complex mechanisms well enough to explain it. Professor Jade had the explosion ready to go. “Blanch was repairing a crack in your reality nearby where you found her, Hong Kong I believe. She sealed the crack, and shifted to the closet pathway back to Wonderland. The gate had been opened specifically for the occasion, and was set to close after Blanch got in.” he started to draw on the chalkboard. “When you fell with Blanch, the connecting area fractured, the energy released by adding matter to a universe is very powerful. The hallway you landed in was an access point to various Wonderland locations. Blanch was hit by a fraction of that energy, and was dazed to the point of running off.” Professor Jade stepped back to look at the long string of formulas on the board, eyes widening in realization as he dove back into his calculations.
Professor Sage took over the lecture. “Although my college is an expert in the scientific workings of alternate dimensions, I need to explain a bit further.” Jade grumbled under his breath. Sage cleared his throat “The barriers between dimensions have a sort of reasoning to them. They let people through when to maintain balance and security of the dimensions. I was told you had met Celestine. She is my main consultant in the matter. She says that after you left, she prophesized that you were a piece in a game that will decide the fate of both worlds. She believes that you will only return home after you fulfill your role in this game.” he gave Alice a minute to absorb this.
Before either of them could speak, Jade intergected. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, my friend. I have just worked out how the universal balance has been preserved. The impact of Alice leaving her world and coming into ours should have caused a lot more damage, but she never left her world!” he basked in the confused expressions of his audience. “When Alice fell into our realm, a parallel Alice was created. This alternate version of her remains on earth, going about her day to day life.” he was deflated slightly at the lack of applause.
Alice really had to go to the bathroom, but she needed to know what was going on more. She crossed her legs as Opal chimed in. “If these calculations are correct… Alice is already home, so the dimensional barriers won’t let her return.” she noted to her professor.
Alice was listening in horror to what they were saying, bladder becoming more upset along with her. She couldn’t go home to her family. Her family didn’t know she was missing, and never would. If she didn’t go to the bathroom right now, she would burst. Her shaky hands shook as she opened the door, ignoring the questions from the academics as she left. She took of in a disoriented jog. Luckily she had the placement of the bathrooms stored in her mind. She entered the stall, and stared blankly at her skirt, before remembering how to use a toilet, and pulling the pantys down. Tears ran down her cheeks as her bladder emptied into the bowl. She felt a little better as her body loosened in relief, the pee still going. By the end, her bladder had done most of the crying for her. At least for the moment, Alice’s pain was manageable. She returned to her room to release more of her suffering, hoping to accept her new life faster.
Ch.36: Pee Filled Panties in the Changing Room
Blanch heard about Alice’s situation just before dinner, and immediately gathered as many of Alice’s friends as she could, and brought them to her room. Blanch, Rosette, Mary Ann, Misty, and Opal were welcomed into her room by a red-eyed Alice. “I’d rather not talk about my world right now…” Alice searched for a different subject “So..Blanch’s diapers arrived. How did you do without?” was all she came up with. Blanch’s mood was much lighter now that she had more diapers, and the ‘bad week’ was on day 5. The regatta was 1 more day away, so she would be in normal condition after the first day. Additionally, when Alice disappeared to her room, Rosette had gotten tired of waiting, and dragged her over to Opal as soon as she had a dry diaper. Despite the awkward introduction, the conversation had gone pretty well. Blanch started to describe her diaperless day.
She had spent all day outdoors. She was still wearing the tiny mini-skirt that managed to stay dry all day, and the soft white cushion of her diaper could be seen bulging in and poking out the bottom of the garment. The minute she slipped it on, the comforting feeling had tempted her into peeing, knowing that she had a bounty of clean ones when she needed one. The group laughed at Blanch’s mention of the dog-man gardener’s pout when he realized she had peed on almost every tree on the grounds. Alice seemed to appreciate the distraction, so Misty a ‘girls-night’ in her bedroom. She was more confident in her ability to remember how to talk, if there were others present when Alice was there. She was still working out on the ‘healthy relationship’ mindset. The group grabbed things from their rooms, and gathered in Misty’s huge bedroom. Misty’s purple and pink room had been augmented with 5 luxurious looking cots. The princess had requested that their dinner be brought upstairs. The girls accepted the offer to use the bathing courtyard befor befor anyone else got around to it.
The bathing yard was co-ed, not that it affected this group either way. They went into the changing area and removed the day's clothing.
Opal unzipped her skirt and took off the sweater. Her small, round breasts were hugged by a dark green triangle bra, and her black leggings came off to reveal black boy shorts on her pear-shaped hips.
Rosette striped down to her rose-colored t-shirt bra and floral bikini briefs. Her job as a gardener had left her tall body pretty muscular, with a notable separation between her soft b-cup breasts.
Blanch carefully removed the mini-skirt and blouse, revealing her white diaper and orange bra with white frills. The petite girl was very pale, with a small, pointed bust.
Misty undressed, and stood in her dark pink balconette bra and mauve lace thong. Her lean body and long limbs flushed, a slight sheen on the slight curves if her chest.
Mary Ann unbuttoned her shirt and removed her grey trousers. Her large, teardrop shaped breasts were contained in a ivory underwire bra, with grey-blue briefs around her wide hips.
Alice lowered her pants, revealing pale mint green panties covering her peach-shaped but. She removed her shirt to reveal her sky-blue full-cup bra.
Misty was sitting on the bench by the cubbies to make holding easier, so the idea was tantalizing. She was questioning whether she could make it to the stalls 20 feet away, Alice’s half-naked state making her bladder pound. She glanced at Alice to gage her reaction and their eyes locked. Misty felt the tremors shot through her legs as she realized she was about to piss in her panties. It was like a fault line through her bladder, and the pressure was about to be released in an earthquake. After 2 seconds of eye contact with Alice, the tectonic plates cracked open, and lava-like urine poured out the the fracture line. All eyes shifted to Misty as her thong overflowed with iridescent yellow fluid. Her trembling feet were bouncing against the floor as her legs quaked. Her hands griped the bench, holding herself in place. The intense vibrations died down, and aftershocks finished with little sperts. She looked down. Her panties had darkened from mauve to eggplant, and a puddle had formed on the bench and floor. Misty focused on saving face “Anyone else need to pee before the baths?” she asked casually, peeling off the saturated ribbons of lace. Blanch already had, but her diaper contained it.
All the unrelieved girls in the room exchanged and ‘I-could-go-pee-about-now’ look and a ‘Since-Misty-Offered..’ shrug. Alice leaned against a wall, and released a cyclone of pee onto the floor. “Eeeehe” she squealed in delight at the ticklish sensation. There was a internal current in her stream, swirling like a tornado onto the tile. Her hisses sounded like gusts of wind as she ended her stream and removed her underwear. Misty couldn’t tear her eyes from the soft wet fabric, and heard herself ask Alice if she could have them. Alice shrugged and handed them to the back-peddling girl, and Misty ran to stash them in her room. She didn’t return until after Blanch had taken off the very wet diaper, and Mary Ann had stood in the middle of the room, and emptied her bladder. Rosette sat with criss-crossed legs, taking a deep breath, and allowing pee to escape. The position enhanced her dribbly stream, flinging droplets onto her muscular thighs. The fountain-like babble filled the room for 3 seconds, before fading out. Rosette stood with a contented sigh, and walked to get some dirty towels from the changing-room hamper. She handed out the towels, and the other girls sopped up their pee before making their way to the bath garden. |
I'm really glad people are liking my story. Any time I tried to write a story before, I'd run out of steam, or not no where to start, so I'm exited I'm actually doing this. I start my family trip later today, so I probably won't be able to update as much. I need a little while to consider how to move the story forward, so the timing is good. My trip is about 3 weeks, but I hope to get right back into it. Thank you for understanding, and your support.-SomeGirl
Ch.37:The Bath Garden
The bath garden was beautiful, with elaborate heart-patterns arranged into the pink and red tile floor. The shower area in the corner was defined by the mosaic of convex heart charms and pearls of various colors. Pots of gladiolas were arranged in a pattern with cherubic statues. The opposite corner had soaking pools scattered among beds of red and white pansies. The central fountain was gigantic, spouting gushes throughout. The gazebo was also a whirlpool, surrounded by pink tiger lilies and shimmering red spheres. There was a small enclave of toilets hidden by trellises sporting large magenta passion flowers.
Opal looked at the cute bunny-girl next to her, as they stood in the shower area. Blanch had chosen to remain in the shower area of the garden, because she could pee without concern, and Opal decided to take the opportunity to talk without anyone else there. She had stuck to her plan of talking about the regatta, and it was going well. They had discussed which events they looked forward to most, who else they were planning to see during the week, and what plans they had.
Opal had noticed Blanch’s continual urination, and was intrigued by the graceful cascade flowing into the drain. She couldn’t resist complimenting it “I heard that the Lady of Sweet-Meadow Hills had a fascinating bladder, but I never imagined it might be so beautiful.” she smiled up at Blanch. “It’s so delicate, the way it fills at the tiniest provocation. You output so much, so often, and it happens so soon after you feel that first twinge…” she was almost drooling at the memory of Blanch’s desperate face when they were walking to the showers. She started peeing before the water was turned on, and still hadn't stopped.
Opal closed her eyes and tried to join the fun. Not even a drop. She had tried to go when everyone was pissing their panties, but she didn’t have any luck then, either. She had tried everything she could think of. Meditating on thoughts of running water, chugging 2 bottles of cranberry juice, even jumping up and down. No matter what, she couldn’t make herself pee, let alone get desperate, in time to use the shower. “I wish I could do that sometimes.” Opal continued to the flattered bunny-girl. “Ever since I was a kid, my bladder-endurance was unfortunately high. If I ever want to feel anything more than slightly agitated, I have to plan way ahead.” she sighed. “I drink a lot of fluids, I wear tight belts, I go jogging, I stand under a shower, and it still takes hours to get desperate.” Opal complained.
Blanch had met people who were...intrigued...by her bladder before, but there was always a deal breaker related to it. Usually, the person was mainly interested in her issues rather than her, or bailed after they realized the severity of those issues. She rarely got past a 2nd date. Opal was the first person she met who liked her bladder problems, but was also interested in her as a person. Blanch appreciated her honesty and enthusiasm, and was fascinated by her descriptions of her inventions. Blanch was shy, but she really liked Opal. Gathering her courage, she asked her to go on a date with her during the regatta. “Sure, sounds great” Opal easily agreed. She had been planning on asking the bunny-girl out anyway.
Meanwhile, the others had gathered in the fountain. Mary Ann was cataloging some of the events of the Water-Sports Regatta. “...then there's the wet-clothing masquerade ball, and the pool part/barbeque on the first day, and the preliminaries for the pissing contests, and..” Alice was half listening. She was riding another wave of grief, and got quite while she waited it out. Her pain receded to manageable levels, and she noticed Misty concerned. The catgirl was relieved when Alice waved. She had asked the other girl to go out with her after their mutuall accident, but that was before Alice had learned that she was trapped in wonderland. She didn’t want to cancel the date, but she didn’t know how to ask if it was still on. Misty sighed at the thought of the various alter egos that could handle the situation better than she could. Wearing her own skin so long was unfamiliar, she had been pulling off her schemes for so long. Princess Misty the catgirl was a mystery to herself. She could understand the other identities easily, she had been there when they were given personalities, she had defined their past events. She easily got lost in her own mind. Alice scooted over to her. “Um, so, I might not be very fun, but I’d still like to go out with you at the regada..”Alice admitted. Misty was ecstatic, and hurried to say yes before her bladder compelled her to the rest rooms. She was grinning as she darted over to the trellis walls, arriving just in time. She listened to the chugging of her spout into the bowl, as she sat naked and dripping with warm bath water. As she flushed, she was struck with a terrible thought. ‘What if I need to run off to pee every few minutes on our date? Or what if I don’t make it, and have to change?’ Misty thought, eyes widening. Celestine was arriving tomorrow. She would ask her. The oracle was the expert in all things pee-related, and known for her wisdom. She returned and asked Alice what she had in mind for the date. Misty couldn’t stop herself from agreeing to go to the luau together. She preyed Celestine had a solution. She was going to be looking at Alice’s swimsuit clad body. Though right now she was looking at Alice’s naked body….”Oh Fuck!” she swore as she made a break for the toilets the second time that night. |
I'm still on Vacation, and will be for about 2 weeks, but I had the opportunity to work on my story a little. I realized what was causing my writers block. I was trying to rush to a endpoint, and was to concerned with fitting the story to that idea. I'm still planning on a specific ending, but I will be adapting the end to fit the story, not the other way around. I'll post when I can. Thank you for reading -SomeGirl
Ch.38: Misty Takes Desperate Measures for Divination
Misty was in the guest quarters of the palace, pacing outside of the door to Celestine’s room, trying to get herself to knock and ask for help. It was going to be hard to put her feeling into words, especially to a stranger. She had decided to take desperate measures. She needed an extra push to motivate her to ask Celestine for help, so she had taken a medium-strength diuretic exactly 12 minutes ago, and was almost ready to spill her private feelings to Celestine.
Her body started the countdown, alerting her with a sharp strike through her bladder. She had about 5 minutes, but she knew that the unexpected had doomed her repeatedly science meeting…. Misty pushed all thoughts of Alice to the back of her mind, to prevent sudden wetting. She really needed Celestine’s help, and wouldn’t let herself pee until she had gotten it, or Celestine needed her to for divination.
Celestine responded to her urgent pounding, and let her in. Misty accidentally released a forceful spurt into her panties. She had been leaning against the door slightly, to relieve the tension in her thighs, and had stumbled forward a step when the door opened. She managed to regain control quickly. She walked stiffly into Celestine’s room, already cradling her groin. She bit her lip through Celestine’s welcome, and let out her questions in a rush.
“Um..I need advice. So I've been struggling with my b-bladder. For a few days.” she was too full to feel shy anymore “It’s because I’m in l-love. I have a date with her tomorrow, but I’m worried...I’ll… have to run off in the middle...please help me.” her voice cracked and shifted under the straining of her bladder. Misty’s hands had tightened significantly, and her fingers were starting to cramp. She knew either her grip or her bladder was going to give out soon.
Celestine understood the cat-girl's plight. She had to act quickly, pulling Misty onto her lap as she sank back into a chair. She knew better than to bother with her trousers when she was already at this point. She nodded at Misty to let go.
Misty groaned in pleasure as she stopped fighting what desperately wanted to come out. She let the world drift out of focus as her muscles relaxed. She had really, Really, REALLY needed this counselling. The warm flood spilled onto her lap, and onto Celestine. Her bladder slowly emptied, gently contracting to its normal size, and all was well. Misty shuddered as the last ¼ of her pee flowed out at a easy-going rate. She took a minute to come back to reality. She realized that she was still sitting on Celestine’s lap, in flooded black pants. She awkwardly stood, wincing at the sharp sound of her trousers dripping on the floor.
“I can give you a temporary solution” Celestine offered, rummaging through her bag “But your problem is rooted in some secret that lingers in the back of your mind. Once you realize what it is, you can confess, and be rid of the issue.” she fished out a small vial of deep purple liquid. “Take this at lunch tomorrow. It will alleviate the problem until morning.” she handed the bottle to Misty. The two said their goodbyes, and Misty slipped into her room to change pants before dinner.
Ch.39: A Luau Devoted to Public Urination
Misty’s life had been uneventful since she met with Celestine. Alice had been wanting some time alone, and had asked that her dinner be brought to her room. Misty had wanted to bring the food herself, but her Aunt had compelled her to give Alice the space she had requested. She had gone to bed early, and rose at dawn to start her Regata duties. Her attendant told her that Alice was looking around the festival with Opal, Blanch, and Rosette. Misty had focused on her responsibilities, more than she had in years. Her love for Alice satisfied a need she had spent so much energy trying to fill, so she was in excellent form. She finally saw the sun hovering over the horizon, and rushed to get ready. The luau started at sunset, and Alice was going to wait by the path.
Misty changed into her swimsuit and coverup. Her striped strapless bikini top was hot pink and purple, and her side-tie bottoms were eggplant. She had worn black shorts and black beaded flip-flops on over it. She walked to get Alice.
Alice was just where she said she’d be. She was wearing woven sandals, and a navy blue cover-up dress. The girls walked to the shoreline where the luau was held. Misty noted that Celestine’s potion had worked, and her bladder felt under control. They reached the shore, and settled their bags and towels on two longing beach chairs. Alice removed her cover up, to reveal a sky blue halter bikini with yellow stripes. If Misty was going to piss herself, it would have been then.
The girls grabbed drinks off a table, and sat back to talk. The conversion landed on what they had done over the first day of the regatta. Alice had watched the qualifying round for the pissing contests, tried the trampoline hall, and hung out with Rosette during the yellow-rose competition. Rosette had placed 3rd in all of Wonderland. Misty had been busy, but she found time to peek in at the announcement ceremony for the Pissing Contest preliminaries.
Alice seemed to be doing well, and enjoying the date. She went to get more tropical cocktails. They had already finished off 2 guava mojitos, 1 Lychee martini, and 1 papaya-rum slushy each. Alice returned with 4 prickly pear margaritas, and gave Misty 2.
Alice had only become intrigued by pee-play recently, and she wanted to explore it further. She could already feel the pressure trying to escape through her legs. She crossed her legs tightly and smiled at Misty. Misty was already full, but she hadn’t felt the intense urge to pee yet. Alice started to sway in her seat.
“Hey, Misty? Where's the bathroom?” Alice asked cautiously pulling herself out of the chair. The last two drinks had filled her to maximum capacity, more than she could ever remember holding, and she was very ready to get to the big finish. The thought of lowering herself onto a toilet and letting all the pressure off sent her hand hurrying between her legs.
Misty finally remembered to respond “I thought you knew... Some of the regatta events don’t have bathrooms. It’s a long story, but you’re supposed to just..go wherever.” she looked around “looks like you're the first to go. We should find a cool way to do it, since it sets the tone for the event…” she guided Alice towards the tide pools.
They were halfway there when Alice stopped moving. Misty watched Alice frantically look around, before stumbling to a palm tree. She fell against the trunk, whimpering through a wave of need.
As the wave receded, she rushed to prepare for the next. She pulled off her swim bottoms, to desperate to care about modesty. She wrapped one leg around the trunk, the other remaining strait, and wrapped her hands around the tree for balance.
After a second of waiting, the second, and final, wave of urgency hit her. Alice reminded herself not to fight it, to just let the tide open her bladder. She sighed in bliss as she started.
Alice felt her stream gently run down to the exit. It came out in a spout, softly glugging against the trunk. Her hips were angled slightly towards the tree, and her legs were open enough to prevent most of it from soaking her thighs.
Alice was softly moaning and sighing, eyes half lidded and dilated. She gripped the tree harder as her legs spasmed slightly. She was surprised that she was still going, but she normally would have gone twice by now.
She giggled through the last portion of the peeing session, before letting out a large sigh at the delightful feeling of being unburdened. She turned to Misty, who was ready for her turn. |
I'm posting when I can on my trip. I want to warn that Ch.41 contains BDSM and male-desperation. I'm not very knowledgeable about BDSM, but I tried to portray it as I understand how it usually works. I hope you enjoy it. -SomeGirl
Ch.40: A Luau Devoted to Mass Urination
Misty gripped the trunk like a pole, slid down into a squat, and spread her knees. She held the tree for balance, and leaned back. She panted as she prepared, face scrunching in excitement. She could have waited at least 6 more minutes, but she was excited about Alice watching her pee.
The swimsuit bottoms shifted against her opening as she got into her possession, tickling the sensitive skin. The tingling had the tender muscles fluttering, tiny droplets landing in her bikini-bottom. She bit her lip as her hole contracted hard, then fell open. Her swimsuit barely impeded her flow. The gushing sound mixed with the lapping sound if her pee landing in Alice’s puddle, as the spigot started. She usually peed before, or after she reached this point, so she rarely experienced this type of steady, calm flow. Her feet were sprayed with droplets from the impact on the pool around her feet. Misty let out a serene sigh as her stream dwindled down to a trickle, and then stopped.
Misty slipped as she moved to stand, and fell back into the puddle of every cocktail the two girls had drank that night. 12 glasses of fruity, alcoholic beverages, consumed and released on the sand. Mist looked up and her eyes met with Alice. They both started to laugh, as they realized Alice’s bottoms had landed in the puddle.
Alice helped Misty up, and wrung out her swim briefs. Her nose scrunched slightly as she returned the soggy material to her hips. She finally got the garment untwisted, and giggled at the sensation of fluid being squeezed down onto her thighs. She and Misty were both still dripping as they went back to the chairs to watch how other people alleviate their need.
Soon, there was a moment of unity, where everyone seemingly realized they would lose control shortly, before a flurry of movement pulsed through the party. Everyone rushed to get in position, and silence fell over the beach. The silence was broken by the harmony of moans, hissing, and splashing as the crowd started relieved themselves.
Blanch and Opal were ankle-deep in the ocean, pulling their swimsuits out of the way as they peed. Opal wore a camo-print bikini with boy short bottoms. She was struggling to hold the extra material aside as she peed. Blanch was wearing a pink and red tankini, with a ruffle-top. Her red bottoms helped disguise the already present stains from earlier. Opal was peeing hard, she had been holding and chugging since lunch in preparation. She was gazing longingly at the bubbling stream escaping the other girl. Blanch was focused on the way the sea foam tinged yellow befor it was carried back out to sea. The sensation of warmth receded with the tide, as the two girls’ streams finally stopped.
Rosette had formed a makeshift toilet seat with an inner tube, and was reclining on it, pee running down her butt, onto the sand. The lower half of her sporty pink bikini was resting below her knees. Mary Ann was sitting in a slotted beach chair nearby. She hadn’t removed her navy-blue one piece, and the pee just soaked through her swimsuit. Eventually, everyone had peed. The luau resumed as the sand slowly soaked up the dozens of puddles.
Ch.41: The Queen’s Demonstration
Mary Ann and Alice stood in the crocette cort, enjoying the brunch as Alice recapped her date with Misty. As she recalled the luau, she was struck by the strangeness of the Regatta.
“Hey, Mary Ann?” Alice questioned “Why is there a pee-centric national holiday that everyone travels to one location for?” it was strange that she hadn’t wondered earlier. Mary Ann perked up at the chance to explain wonderland costumes.
“The simple version is it helps the country. More specifically, it strengthens bonds between citizens, brings everyone together, and helps bridge the gap between a ruler and their subjects. Urination is an act that is both vulnerable, and universal. It humanizes people to each other. The reason the whole country gathers together is similar. The elites need to see and interact with the general populus, which they do at the regatta. The main point is to bring the country together, and provide the chance to communicate.” she lectured, always an authority on the Wonderland anthropology.
Alice blinked in surprise. The custom still seems odd to her, but she could understand that customs seemed rational to the societies they belonged to. Handshakes would probably seem ridiculous to an extraterrestrial, who had no exposure to the concept of rubbing a person's palm to be polite. She smiled at the thought. Mary Ann switched her focus, as the Queen’s demonstration started.
Blanch had declined to go, Rosette had gone for a walk with Dinah the cat-boy, and Misty had to review some contestment of the results of the Pissing Contest qualifiers. Opal was planning on attending, but had ran into an old friend, and they had left to catch up. So Alice and Mary Ann walked to the stage as a duo.
Queen Valentine stood between 4 members of her harem; the 3, 6, 7, and 10 of heats. At either side of the stage, stood a group of flamingo-girls, and a group of hedgehog-girls. Valentine smoothed the black drapes of her skirt, the red beaded bodice glinting in the early sun. The men from the harem were wearing crisp white and red uniforms. The flamingo girls had vivid pink hair in all various tints, matching pink wings, and tropical-print sundresses. The hedgehog-girls had spiky backs, and wore matching polka dot shirt=dresses. A hush fell over the audience.
The queen started the performance by having the hedgehog-girls prepare several glasses of white wine-red berry sangria, and bring them to her on 2 carts. Valentine cleared her throat “What we have on these carts totals 160 oz.” she paused dramatically, “The drinks will be divided evenly between the submissives, who will have 10 minutes to finish their 40 oz. They will take turns, to allow viewing of each scene” Each card-man was handed their first glass by a hedgehog-girl. The man charged each drink they were handed, and finished with 4 minutes to spare.
The Queen spoke again “With their previous consent, I have had diuretics mixed into their drinks. They will now get into their designated area, where they will be tested by the graduates of my BDSM course.” she moved to a chair that would let her observe her pupils.
Each man moved to a different contraption, and the graduates carefully strapped them in. The girls established a safe-word, and began the show.
Mr. 3 of Hearts balanced on a small pedestal, with his hands cuffed together. A peachy-haired girl moved to begin the session. Maintaining his balance made his bladder fill quicker, and by the time his first dominant returned with a silk belt, he was half full. The pressure was uncomfortable, but he could hold for a few hours at this rate. Apparently Valentine had taught this student well, because as soon as the belt was secured, he second guessed his former estimation. 3’s legs shifted to maintain balance, causing his bladder to swish against the belt. 3 shivered in anticipation, as he imagined how good it would feel when he finally peed. The other two girls materialized on either side of him, brandishing long feathers. “No” he breathed, avoiding the safeword. The card-men’s uniforms had been designed to allow easy access, and his pants were removed by undoing the laces that held the front and back halves together. The cool air caused a large spurt to hit his underwear. The damp spot prompted him to grip his shaft in his cuffed hands, trying to let the sweet relief get even sweeter. His feet fumbled as 3’s legs were teased by the tickling feathers. He desperately tried to maintain balance, struggling to hold it with every shuffle.
He felt another ‘warning spurt’ escape, and another. And another....He braced himself for the imminent pleasure. His urine felt like a bomb dropping, exploding into his red boxer-briefs. Droplets splattering everywhere with the force of the blast. He screamed in ecstasy as his legs buckled. He didn’t fight falling to the floor, even enjoying the way it changed the trajectory of the flow. He hit the ground, and just lay back to enjoy it. His shouts quieted to soft moans, and he finished expanding the large, warm puddle around him. His dominits checked him for injuries, and led him off stage for after-care.
Mr. 6 of Hearts was bent forward slightly, and bound to a table. This position held his bladder in a moderately uncomfortable position, but he was eager for a stronger push to pee where he stood. The first to girls finally started, and 6 squirmed at the sensations. One girl had taken a flogger and was roughly striking his ass with it. Each spank sent a shockwave through his bladder, making it throb and clench. The other girls scratched down his back and arms hard. Every muscle tingled, as he realized he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long,
The humiliation of wetting his pants on stage, with so many people watching sounded exhilarating.
He knew he wouldn’t have to wait much longer, as the stream eagerly started to flow from the base of his dick to the tip. He felt the opening hold it back for a millisecond, before being driven open by the strong surge that made its way out. He bit his lip at the loud hiss, and the smacking of his stream hitting his pants. He could feel every drip as it slid down his legs. The cool morning air let him feel every wet line marbling his tight white pants. He was glad he had worn his absorbent pants, rather than lose any of this liquid gold. The pee was like a firehose, right through to the abrupt end. His dominants led him off stage, to tend to his bruises and scratches.
Mr. 7 of Hearts was strapped into a strange, bouncing contraption. The first girl was tough on him right off the bat, violently shaking and bouncing him by shaking the cords suspending him. Each shake jostled more urine into his bladder, and his bladder was already stretching around the accumulating urine. The other girls returned, one with a weighted yoke, one with the silk belt. The silk belt wound around his waist, and was tied in a sliding knot at the base of his spine. The heavy yoke were secured on his shoulders, pushing him to hunch forward. His hands were still bound behind him, and the bouncing started again. He screeched in agony, intentionally avoiding the safeword. He willingly released a surt, reliving a tiny fraction of the pressure. The belt tightened, crushing his hard bladder, and tightening further still. He was releasing regular spurts at this point, and a series of dark spots appeared on his pants. The straw that broke the camel's back was the yoke.
The third girl suddenly rested all her weight along the bar, driving his upper body forward. He was doubled over as his bladder started to empty fully. His pee surged out in irregular bursts, roaring as it sprayed into his trousers. He groaned loudly as he ejected the contents of his bursting bladder. The unsteady stream pounded against his zipper and rushed down his thighs. Finally, the sporadic piss reached its end, releasing a few last spurts before falling silent.
Mr. 10 of Hearts was strapped into a chair, already striped down to his underwear. 10 didn’t like being struck, but he loved being pushed past his limit. The method they had selected for this session was a personal favorite of his. He flexed his thighs as a precaution against leaks, as the three dominants blindfolded him. He bit his lip as he waited for them to start. He may have been more desperate for the challenge than he was to pee. The torment started without warning, just as he had requested. One girl laddled cold water over his head, one ladled warm water over his feet, and the last ran a feather duster along his chest. 10 barely managed to stave of the surge of urine that tried to push out. He grunted softly as the girls shifted around him, waiting to see where the reappeared.
He couldn't stop a large spurt from escaping, when the ladle-girls started to splash warm and cold water down his spine in turns. He stopped himself in time, his hands reflexively pulling at their restraint. 10’s hand insisted on being clamped around his dick, holding the floodgates shut, even when 10 disagreed. 10 realized he hadn’t felt the feather duster since the positions changed, and tensed-up with pleasurable anxiety. His eyes rolled back under the blindfold, when she finally revealed herself. He struggled to hold on as she tickled his groin, trying to endure this pleasure for longer. He held back for two minutes, before he shot out a powerful jet of pee. The blindfold made his other senses feel heightened, as the pee gushed out in a messy stream. His underwear were fully soaked, and the fountain ran down between his thighs to accumulate on the chair. He sighed loudly in gratification as he finished. He was unstrapped, and carefully led somewhere with dimmer lights, to take of the blindfold.
The performance wrapped up quickly, and most of the audience scampered off to a bathroom. Alice returned from the toilet, and was called over to Queen Valentin. The Queen smiled at her “I’ve heard you have started dating my niece. I’m quite happy with this, but I would like to discuss it with you.” she explained “Meet me by the lily garden after breakfast tomorrow. We will take a walk together.” she decreed as she returned to her duties. Alice was nervous, but felt better knowing Valentine approved. Always best to avoid upsetting a Queen, rather than risk beheading. |
I'm really happy to have the chance to write again. I think that not focusing on getting to the end point gave me room to figure out the best path. The story has a lot of chapters to go, and I'm doing some outlining to write a continuation based on "Alice Through the Looking Glass". I realized that Queen Valentine hadn't had any wetting scenes yet, so I wrote one. I thought it might be interesting to have a character who doesn't enjoy wetting/desperation, although she's not upset about it. I hope you like it -SomeGirl
Ch. 42: A Rare Indulgence for Queen Valentine
After a leisurely brunch, the party started a game of crocette, and Alice walked to the lily garden to meet the Queen. Valentine had just arrived as Alice strolled over.
“Hey, hello” Alice greeted nervously. ”So. Ready for our walk?” she asked. The queen nodded, and led Alice farther into the community of blooming lilies.
The garden was sunny, with shady grottoes scattered throughout. The dense beds of lilies showcased dozens of varieties of pink, white, and red lilies. Asiatic lilies splayed their petals, flaunting their dappled, blushing cores. The tiger lilies were vivid red, curling back to expose the long, thin stamens. Pale pink calla lilies cradled their honeybee allies. Lily of the valley perfumed the air with its almost-too-sweet floral scent, nestled in large glazed pots. The white brick path wove through the garden, passing under trellises dangling tiny lilies from the honeysuckle-like vines. The expansive garden was ornamented with decorative fountains and birdbaths, with blown-glass spheres sparkling in the flower beds.
The queen led Alice down the winding path as she started talking “I want to start by saying that I’m very glad that Misty is in a happy relationship.” she reassured “I ask that you understand how sensitive my niece is.” they turned by a patch of dark pink daylilies. As Valentine elaborated on how Misty’s fragility manifested, she became aware of a agitated pain under the hem of her corset.
The queen usually used the toilet when she became aware of the need, but she had failed to notice this time. She recalled the distance to the nearest bathroom. It was about 2 ½ kilometers, obviously too far to make it in time. She sighed in irritation. Valentine had never particularly enjoyed urgency or wetting her elaborate skirts, and rarely partake in this way. Her card-herem were the ones who would have enjoyed being in this state, not Valentine. She pondered her options. She couldn't remove her cumbersome dress in the garden, and she knew that a mad dash to the lavatory would prove futile. That left her one viable option. Alice seemed to notice her awkward stride, and was looking at her with concern.
“Don’t worry, dear.” Valentine reassured, “All will be well, though you may be uncomfortable with my plan.” she loosened her corset as much as she could, feeling her bladder expand into the extra space. They were almost there. The queen gritted her teeth as she finally arrived at the back corner of the garden, behind a patch of 6 foot-tall stargazer lilies. She was eager to attend to the rather pressing matter of her bladder, and glance about for any unseen witnesses.
Sighing in relief as she saw no one she stood up straight, gently pressed her legs together, and finally resolved her now painful issue. Alice was startled at the sound of running water emanating from Queen Valentine, the noise muffled by her heavy skirt. The queen sighed lightly as her bladder contents were banished to the grass below her. She was surprised by how long she kept going, as she reached the 10 second mark and kept going. Her closed legs channeled the urine downward, preventing any splattering on her skirt. The deluge of warm pee flowed down her thighs, her calves, before sliding off her shoes to the ground. She finally felt like she was wrapping up, and waited.
After a total of 18 seconds, she finished urinating. Her whole body felt lighter. Although she wasn’t into this, it had been pleasant enough. She lifted her skirt, revealing the puddle that had formed beneath it’s wide hem. She carefully stepped back onto the path, the grass slurping up the golden fluids. Once her skirt was safe from being dragged through her pee, she turned to Alice.
“Would you holding my skirt up wheil I remove my undergarments? I worry that the moisture will transfer onto my skirt.” she requested. Alice shrugged and averted her eyes as she gathered Valentines skirt around her waist. The queen was wearing white stocking suspended with a matching garter-belt, and started by unsnapping the red heart-shaped clasps, and lowering the stockings to her knees. She moved on to her red lace knickers, pushing the heart-patterned lace to join the stockings. She slipped off her shoes, and warned Alice before bending to fully remove the soaked mesh.
Alice let the fabric fall around her ankles, concealing the remaining garter belt and sticky legs. They chatted as they returned to the palace, Alice stopping in the bathroom when they passed it.
Ch.43: Misty’s Realization
Misty scrambled behind a garden shed, bladder being jabbed by the metallic buttons of her black skinny jeans. She had seen Alice across the courtyard 3 hours ago, and had been bursting ever scienc. The 2 long meetings had been agonizing, but she was leading them, so she couldn’t leave. When she finally finished the meeting, the lines for the meeting house bathrooms were huge. She had sprinted out towards the bathrooms by the greenhouse, before folding over as the glass structure came into sight.
She had 6 seconds till she risked peeing her pants. There was no chance of reaching the toilets in time, so she dove behind the shed. The trip took 4 seconds, and her bladder wasn’t going to let her hold it beyond 2 additional seconds. Her frantic attempts to get her pants down in time failed, and the timer reached zero.
She felt the pee run towards her opening, and knew she had no chance of stopping it. She quickly leaned her upper back against the shed and slid her feet forward. She was just in time to protect her shoes, foolishly having chosen sneakers rather than her waterproof boots for the day. The pee landed in the crotch of jeans, absorbing some andt shooting the rest down through the fabric. Misty focused on keeping her hips angled downward, preventing noticeable stains on the lavender canvas of her shoes.
In the back of her mind, she noticed the wet spot against her crotch spread along her inner thighs and hips. Misty fiddled with her chain necklace, waiting for the pee to finish. It was taking forever. The unseasonal chill had the wet fabric cooling against the sensitive flesh beneath. The pee was still going, and she still felt mostly full.
As the endless fluid continued to be expelled, she took the time to reflect on Celestine’s advice. “Something I have to confess to Alice…” she wondered. Since Misty had been introduced to Alice, she hadn’t lied to her...Misty’s eyes widened as she was hit with a sudden realization. Alice had no idea about her alternate identities, or how she had used them to manipulate her.
She felt half full, and stopped peeing for a second to move to dry ground. The puddle was getting hard to manage. She struggled into the same position, and shot through her legs. The flow had miraculously gotten stronger, and Misty cradled her soaked crotch to muffle the hissing. She got down to ¼ capacity, and had to move again. The scramble to the next wall, and finished, finally feeling gratified.
She looked down at herself. Her shoes were clean, except the rubber bottoms that had stood in her puddle. Her black jeans camouflaged her accident well, although the cold dampness was very distressing. Misty decided to tough it out in the jeans, rather than advertise what had happened by changing. She usually was nonchalant about wetting herself, but she just couldn't face it this time. Her shame for deceiving Alice merged with her frustration at her accident. She had to keep this incident hidden. She tried to act natural as she walked back to the palace, blinking back tears and shivering from the cool breeze on soaked denim. |
I decided to change the scenery for a few chapters. I didn't specify in the story, but they will return in time to enjoy the final day of the regatta in full. I plan on writing the pissing contest championships and a wet-cloths masquerade ball. I hope you like it-SomeGirl
Ch.44: A Pre-Road Trip Pee
Alice s was packing her bag with enough clothing for 2 days. She had run into Pearl and Water Lily after breakfast, and they had mentioned that there was a spa that was offering very low rates during the regatta, and had suggested that they form a group and go together. Mary Ann apparently loved spas, which made sense considering how much she fretted over every detail, and immediately gathered everyone she could. So Blanch, Opal, Rosette, Dina, and Misty packed their bags. Misty was going to meet them there, after she finished drafting a trader’s covenant. Blanch had finished her ‘bad week’ by now, and had stored all her diapers in her luggage. Alice finished packing, and carried her bag to the carriage. The trip was only 2 days, so she could pack light. She had packed extra underwear, as she was needing them more and more lately. Her luggage stowed, she went to the orchard restrooms. Blanch was already in a stall, her tiny feet visible under the stall. Alice locked herself in the other stall, and undid her belt. She lowered her thick black leggings and turquoise gingham-print panties down to rest on her grey convers sneakers. She settled on the toilet in her powder blue oxford and blush-pink bra. She had a second before she started peeing, so she had time to analyze the sound ringing out from Blanch’s stall.
The rabbit-girl tapped her feet lightly on the tile, seemingly having been seated above it for a long time. The stream lapping against the toilet water was being released in the same consistent stream it had been when Alice first walked in. Alice felt her own moderately full bladder start to empty, and the louder noise drown out Blanch’s steady tinkling. Alice was done after 2 seconds, and she heard the other girl still going strong. She flushed, as did Blanch, but the flow continued. Alice walked out to the sinks and washed her hands. Deciding to wait for Blanch, she knocked lightly on the door to announce her presence.
“Hey Blanch. I’m going to wait in here until we go out to the caragen.” Alice decreased, to a long, silent pause. Silent except for the pee still echoing in the bowl.
“Um, I may be a little while..” Blanch admitted.
“Oh? How long have you been going so far?” Alice leaned against the wall facing the stall.
“Well, I hurried in after breakfast…” Blanch shifted on the toilet seat, sore from sitting so long.
“It’s lunchtime now!” Alice was surprised by this revelation “How much did you drink?”
“Oh, well, I think I drank a glass more than normal. You see, when I woke up this morning, I hadn’t wet the bed. So I went to the bathroom, but I only peed a little.” she explained over the pee splashing against water “ So I went to breakfast feeling empty, and I guess I drank a bit more than usual. When I stood up to go, I suddenly felt as desperate as I’ve ever been. I wasn’t wearing a diaper, so I ran to the nearest bathroom. I mostly made it, I on peed a little before I got to the toilet.” the white panties around her ankles did have a noticeable yellow stain on them. “I think this is all what I was holding overnight, for some reason I didn’t feel it before breakfast.” The stream was still going “I think I’m finishing up. I’ll be out in about a minute, I think.” she commented, apparently having felt full until recently. Blanch sighed as the discomfort finally started to lessen, as she gradually petered out.
She finaly steped out of the stall, staind pantis in hand, and made her way to the bench along the wall. Pulling a diaper out of her purse, she slipped it on and secured it with tape. Blanch stood and walked to the sinks, her tired mango-colored skirt tumbling over the pale-pink diaper. As she washed her hands she spoke to Alice “I actually had flushed 5 times before you came in.” Alice was shocked. Even knowing about Blanch’s bladder, she was often surprised by the amounts she could release. She recalled Blanch had flushed once after she came in, and once when she finished. The bowl had sounded pretty full both times. Alice shook her head in as they made their way to the carriage. The tiny bunny-girl had filled her toilet bowl 7 times over, and was still concerned about wetting on the 35 minute trip to the spa. And she had just finished her ‘bad week’ too.
Ch.45: The Truth Comes Pouring Out
Misty finally arrived at The Porcelain Throne spa, and went straight to Alice’s room. She had needed the extra time to gather the courage to tell Alice the truth. Alice. Event the passing thought triggered an instant fullness in her bladder. Misty ignored it, needing to confess before she lost her nerve. By the time she reached Alice’s room, her bladder was throbbing around her pee. Flexing her legs, Misty knocked on the door. Alice thankfully opened the door quickly, and let Misty in. Misty was very desperate to confess.
She started before she could chicken out. “Alice, I really have to tell you something..Uhh.” Misty crossed one leg around the other, wincing.
“Do you need to use the bathroom first?” Alice offered
“NO. No, I have t-to tell you now. I was following you around for a few days before we officially met..” Alice probably looked horrified, but Misty was too busy grabbing her crotch to check. “I was wearing a disguise of...Ooo..s-Sunny..” She doubled over, trying to prevent pee from flooding her purple velvet trousers. “I also disguised myself as Skylar Grey...I’ve been doing this for years, to steal panties that have been wet in.”
There. She said it. Misty had spilled her secrets to Alice. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she started to spill something else in front of Alice. The walls of her bladder burned painfully, before going lax. Misty felt her urine rush to her pants, and exit her body like it was a pressurized hose. She involuntarily dropped to her knees as she pissed her pants. The hiss seemed deafening, as did the drumming and smacking of her pee on the floor. Tears fell into the puddle, as the hot urine spread across velvet. Every inch of her trousers was now doused with urine. She looked up at Alice as she finally stopped. Alice looked shocked, confused, and angry. Misty didn’t try to stop her as she stormed out of the room. The only way to go back was more deceit, and she had finally learned the hard way how severe the consequences of lies could be. |
I realized that I'm not super clear about passage of time. My intent is for Alice to have spent about 2 1/2 weeks in Wonderland by this point. I plan to get back to the Misty issue in the next chapter, but I feel like Alice would still be processing the revelation for a little while. Chapter 46 has male omo. Please enjoy-SomeGirl
Ch.46: Pearl Pees His Panties
“Well, maybe we could work our way up to you going to the toilet in front of me again.” Water Lily proposed to his bashful boyfreind. The had wound up on the same train to the regada, and...well..one thing led to another. In the sleeping cabins and the tiny laboratories. He really like Pearl. He was really funny when he warmed up to you. But he lacked confidence in the bathroom, despite his interest in the activity taking place within.
Pearl liked Water Lily too. He was so energetic and bold, but still kind and loving. He was falling in love fast, ever since they met at the urinals. Water Lily was a year younger, but was more experienced in the bathroom. He was very charming. Pearl had never peed on someone's lap on a first date before. But after he conquered his bashful bladder for the first time, he had hit a roadblock.
By the time they arrived at the spa, he had even started to use urinals around people other than Water Lily, although he didn’t encourage them to ‘help’. He was useing a crowded restroom in the lobby, so he was nervous. His stream was a little slow but he was making decent progress, until his worst fear came true. “Hurry it up! You're taking forever weirdo.” said a rude teenage boy shuffling behind him. His stream came to a painful, screeching halt. He stood there trying to finish what he started, because he would never make it to the single bathroom in time. The rude teenager was laughing so hard peed his pants.
The look of horror on the kid's face as he stared down at his doused jeans was too hard to watch. He zipped back up and ran back to his room, having his accident as he went. He left a thin trail of pee on the floor, detailing his escape route. He had spent the rest of the night crying in his room, peeing into a jar when it became absolutely necessary.
Water Lily had consoled him, and he felt ready to leave his room when he really had to go. But later that afternoon, he couldn’t pee in front of his boyfreind. They had been drinking vodka and cranberry cocktails for 2 hours, and Pearl always had to pee after a few of those. Alcohol made his bladder extra sensitive, and cranberries had natural diuretic properties. They were in Water Lilly’s sleeper car, and had eagerly agreed that trying to get to the bathroom down the hall was too risky. The frantic search for containers was resolved when Water Lily remembered that his duffle bag was made of plastic. The frog-boy had already unpacked in their shared room, so he had no worries as he grabbed the empty bag of the door hook.
“So, how do you wanna do this?” Water Lily was talking fast, eager for the next part.
“I want to try...aiming each other. I don’t know how the positions would work, though..” he said as he fidgeted.
“We can’t do it at the same time, but I’ve got an idea.” Water Lily said “You can go first. Your hand seems unsteady anyway.” he smirked.
Pearl followed his instructions to stand in front of the bag with his hands on his hips. He felt his boyfriend come up behind him, and put his arms around his waist. Pearl whined at his boyfriend to hurry, as Water Lily unzipped the other man’s pants. Water Lily was extra cautious as he drew the other’s penis out of his pants, and aimed it into the unzipped bag. He waited.
“You can go now. Your aimed, so you can just shoot. “ he encouraged, before realizing the problem. Pearl was trembling against him, trying to do what he desperately needed to do. He had drank 4 cocktails, he had to go so badly. Pearl whimpered at his painfully full bladder, but found himself speechless. Water Lily saw he couldn’t move or speak, and looked for another method for relief. Pearl had an erection, so zipping him back in would be difficult. Water Lily grabd a nearby towel and wrapped it around Pearl’s waist. The second his member was out of sight, he relieved himself of copious amounts of urine. The towle had nearly filled by the time he finished his shuddering, groaning relief. Water Lily undid his pants and pushed to towel to his own erection. His sputtering piss hit the almost saturated towel with a smack. The towle overflowed in half a second, and their mixed urine dripped onto the floor. Water Lily finished dealing with his sore bladder, and guided Pearl to the bed, to deal with the lingering elections, still jutting out of their pants.
Water Lily really wanted to see Pearl pee again, even though he liked pants wetting too. He explained his plan to alleviate the situation. Pearl could try to piss himself in a lacy little thong. Pulling the powder blue garment out of his pocket, he looked at Pearl hopefully. Pearl wanted to experience peeing with Water Lily too, and nodded his head. He shyly removed his shirt, pants, and boxer-briefs, replacing them with the frilly undergarment. He was glad that Water Lily had chosen a thong that would fit a man, all though he didn’t know if it was designed for that specific purpose. The silky fabric covered and supported his genitals, the back exposing most of his ass.
He sat on the bed as Water Lily juiced 3 lemons and stirred them into a pitcher of dark iced tea. Water Lily used beet molasses as a natural sweetener, and had cold-brewed black tea overnight in the mini-fridge. He was hopeful for the night, and not only as a potential solution. He grabbed to glasses and brought the picture over to the bed. Pearl accepted the large glass, ready to enjoy the diuretic properties of Water Lily’s ‘signature cocktail’. The glass was filled with caffeinated tea, which agitated the bladder, and naturally diuretic lemon juice and beets.
Pearl finished the first glass, and was well into the 2nd when he felt his bladder alert him to it’s need. He finished the glass and asked for a 3rd. By the time he had finished, he was ready to burst. He looked at Water Lily, and received a nod of agreement. Pearl leaned back against the headboard, and stared at the ceiling as he let go. He heard Water Lily lie back and let go too, seemingly still in his jeans. His boyfriend was always so loud when he peed after a hold. The two men’s hissing formed a harmony as they silently sighed in relief.
Pearl could feel a tiny wet spot form on the silky fabric, before expanding over his his package. The sensation of warm, wet fabric resting on and caressing his penis was intoxicating. He lost all sense of time as he was carried off on waves of sensual pleasure. The spa had bed liners and waterproof mattresses in every room, so two puddles formed and connected between their bodies.
When the two streams ended, both boys just lay back to enjoy the relief for a few minutes. Tilting his chin downward, Pearl admired the appearance if Water Lily’s wet jeans. The denim was light in color, so the stain showed prominently below his waist. The material was fairly tight across the groin, even showing a slight bulge.
The bulge became more prominent as Water Lily stared at the wet thong his boyfriend still wore. Pearl did feel more confident, and would be able to let Water Lily watch next time he had to pee. But for the moment, he was satisfyingly empty. He smiled at Water Lily as he ran a hand along his thigh, prompting him to pull his boyfriend closer. Pearl winked as he unbuttoned his boyfriend's pants.
Ch.47: The Steam Room of Omo Delights
Alice followed Mary Ann out of the lockers, and into the stream room. She was ready for some relaxation after the afternoons confession. Mary Ann was wearing a navy blue one-piece swimsuit, and Alice was wearing a cornflower-blue bikini with side-tie bottoms. She sat down next to Mary Ann on one of the white-tile platform that functioned as seats, and opened the lilac body oil she had stocked up on at the spa store. The Porcelain Throne was fixated on bladders about as much as everything else in Wonderland. Alice enjoyed it somewhat, and had quickly gotten used to it since she arrived. She scanned the room for a clue as to how this room utilized urine. She saw several other patrons already relieving themselves, in a variety of curious contraptions. Apparently the mandatory swimsuit-rule didn’t say anything about peeing through the material. Her bladder twinged, reminding her of how insistent the spa staff had been about staying hydrated. She toyed with the idea of returning to the restroom, but decided to forgo it. If she was stuck in Wonderland, she may as well assimilate. She studied the different types of chair, to decide what to use.
There were 3 varieties. One was a swing-like contraption that let the occupant suspend themselves upside down, some for one person, some for couples. She noticed Opal and Blanch sharing one. Another style had a deep indent in the chair, that could be filled with pee. Dina and Rosette were chatting on a yet-unused loveseat version. She was drawn to the third variation, a strange chair with a complex web of thick rubber bands wrapped around it.
“Hey, Mary Ann?” Alice asked “Can you help me strap into this?” she asked. Mary Ann agreed, and talked her through situating herself, and secured the bands around Alice’s body. There were a few interlocking strips putting pressure on her crotch, and one firmly tied under her bladder. Mary Ann finished by binding her legs, torso, and arms to the chair.
Alice was aware of her need to pee before, but now it was all she could think about. And the more she thought about it, the more she had to go. Mary Ann pointed out a small lever by her hands that she could pull to release herself, before her own need became to intense to endure.
To Alice’s surprise, the usually modest Mary Ann suddenly squatted in front of the chair, and started to pee through her swimsuit. Ginger wisps of hair slipped out of her loose bun, and into her face as she shivered in delight. The stream shot straight through her swimsuit, and onto the tile floor. The pounding and hissing was magnified by the tile lines-room, and showed clearly on the white floor. The pale yellow stream created a small, slightly foamy lake in front of the squating woman. Her pee came out in a powerful, diagonal jet into her puddle. Mary Ann bit her lip and shuddered as she felt her bladder near and reach emptiness. Sighing heavily, she cautiously stood, and turned to Alice.
“The chair you're in will help you hold it in for much longer than you normally could.” she taped the stiff arm Alice’s hand was strapped to. “You can let yourself out with the lever, if it's to painful to keep holding. Just so you know, you’ll release the second the bands loosen. Otherwise, you will only pee when the pressure of your bladder is higher than the pressure holding it back.” Alice nodded and Mary Ann walked away.
Alice huffed faintly, already at the point that would usually send her sprinting to the nearest toilet. Mary Ann’s demonstration had awakened Alice’s urgency, and sent water rushing into her bladder. She fidgeted impatiently. She was okay with holding a lot, but the slow build was driving her crazy. She looked around for something to move it along. Her eyes landed on Rosette and Dina, both seemingly ready for a pee break.
Dina had a slightly smaller bladder than most people, but he could almost always avoid wetting. The problem was he always had disliked holding to the point of discomfort. He looked at Rosette, who was bouncing slightly and scrunching her nose. Dina could tell she was about the same place he was in terms of fullness. The cat-boy caved to temptation, and just peed in his orange swim trunks. The glug-glug of his pee running into the dip in the bench was to enticing for Rosette to resist. She sprayed pee into the bottom half of her black-with-pink-roses bikini, darkening the rose-pattern with fluid. The new couple exchanged relaxed smiles, as their bladders emptied in tandem. Their urine formed 2 revines. And they watched as the pee spread out until the lakes met. The finally finished and when back to talking.
Alice’s plan, to watch others pee until she did, had worked to an extent. Her bladder was rock-hard and throbbing with every heartbeat, but she couldn't force out even a dribble. Gritting her teeth, she looked around for something to finish the job, and rejoiced when she realized Blanch was in sight. The bunny-girl was dangling upside down with Opal, and the mouse-girl looked ecstatic.
Opal had been drinking diuretics since lunch, and was finally reaping the benefits. She let out another stream, flowing down her and Blanch’s stomachs. Blanch’s never ending stream gushed harder as Opal got her wet. The bunny-girl was squealing and kicking at the force of the fluid rushing out. Her white hair had long been tinted yellow, and Opals brown curls sagged under both gravity and the fluid soaked in. Their cheeks were streaked with urine, and Opal kept licking her lips for a taste. The diuretics were still going strong, and Opal’s invented spigot started once more. The girls were washed in a flood of mutually-released pee.
Alice felt the pee finaly inch down to the exit, and squeezed her muscles to encourage it. The pee slowly neared her hole, but stopped. The bands! The ones on her crotch would have to be pressed out of the way too. Alice couldn’t take it anymore. She snapped the lever up, and the band immediately loosed. As the latch clicked open, her stream raced outward. Alice groaned in relief as her bladder was purged. The stream was so forceful it stung, and shot a yard away from where she reclined. Alice slumped back in the chair as the walls of her bladder returned to their normal position. The arching jet formed a wide puddle in front of her. Her swim bottoms had a long, dark spot along the crotch. She was surprised at how fast she finished, although it was understandable, given the intensity of her stream. She sat back panting for a few minutes, before shakily standing. She sleepily said her goodbyes, and quickly showered. She slipped on the t shirt and pajama pants she had brought to change into and went to her room. She had heard so many shocking, painful revelations in the past week, but for tonight, she felt soothed as she fell asleep. |
I got back from vacation yesterday evening, so I should be posting more often for a while. I started this chapter a while ago, but I just finished my final run through. It may take a few days to find my stride with writing, but I'll post what I can Also, Sosie is not a misspelling, just a less common name. I hope you like it -SomeGirl
Ch. 48: The Incident with Nurse Sosie
Misty woke up covered in warm stickiness. She lay there disoriented for a moment trying to grasp the situation. The situation shifted into focus in layers. She was coated in warm fluid. But it must be sweat, because her bladder was still full. Very full. She dragged herself out of bed. Misty just couldn't make herself wake-up fully, but she was too desperate to wait any longer.
She started down the hall to the bathrooms at a wobbly brisk walk. She took 2 precious minutes to realize that she had taken a wrong turn in her sleepy state. She was wearing a pair of pink-striped pajama pants and a purple tank top, but had neglected to put on shoes. She reached the corner next to the bathroom, and steadied herself against the wall. She pressed her forehead to the cool wood-paneling, and used her hand to stall her bladder. Soon, the pain in her bladder overwhelmed her half-asleep dizziness, and she forced herself to walk around the corner. By now, she needed both hands to hold back the fluid inside her, and her pace had slowed greatly.
She knew she only had seconds left, by the time she entered the 2-stall lavatory. Her body wanted to stay still, but Misty forced herself to waddle into a stall. She reluctantly removed her hand as she entered, planning to pull her pants down. Unfortunately, when she saw the toilet, she felt warm water flood the cotton garment. Misty felt her legs bow under her as she realized why her thighs were being drenched. She couldn’t say how, but she was suddenly on the floor, cheek pressed against the wet tile.
Misty’s eyes fluttered open in a unfamiliar infirmary. She shifted into a sitting position against the pillows. She moved to stand, but was overwhelmed with dizziness. As she tumbled back against the pillow, she heard the infirmary door open. The nurse had apparently heard her stirring, and come to see her. “Hello dear. I’m Dr. Sosie. Do you know what happened?” Misty shook her head, she could vaguely remember walking through a hall, but nothing elts. “You are in the spa’s infirmary. A member of the housekeeping staff found you collapsed in the bathroom. You had a high fever, but it came down with medication. You should be back to normal in a day or two.” the doctor explained.
The doctor was a curvy raccoon-woman in her mid 30s, with blush-colored ears and a striped, bushy tail. Her doe-like brown eyes blinked behind glasses, and her guava-pink hair was pulled into a low bun. Despite her job title, she wore a short, pale pink nurse costume and red heels, showcasing her dramatic hourglass figure. She clicked over to Misty, extending a thermometer to the patient. Misty opened her mouth, inevitably noticing how Dr. Sosie’s bountiful cleavage spilled fourward, buttons straining to restrain them in her dress. The cleavage receded as she stood, clucking her tongue at the number on the tiny screen.
“You have a fairly high fever.” the doctor reported “But it should be better by tomorrow night. I have you on medication, just drink plenty of fluids.” Misty noticed a faint accent in the raccoon-womans voice.
“Ok. Are you from The Land of Clubs? You have a slight accent.” Misty wondered.
The question must have made the woman uncomfortable, because she shifted in place “Oh, yes dear. I have dual citizenship, so I’m in wonderland to help with a medical study at Wonderland U. I’m just filling in for a friend who's on maternity leave, until the official substitute arrives.” Her swaying had increased, and she was bouncing from foot to foot.
“Um.. Are you ok?” Misty asked the twisting woman.
Sosie tried to give a forced smile, but only managed a grimace. “Oh, not really. You see the bathroom in the infirmary is out of order, and I can’t leave until the shift ends…” Sosie came to a sudden halt, before clamping her thighs together and clasping her self in her hands. “I d-didn’t know the bathroom was out of order, so I was planning on going when I arrived. I come to work right after I wake up, so I haven’t peed since I went to bed. Probably about 14 hours now..” she stooped down and bit her lip with a pained expression.
“You can leave for a minute…” Misty muttered. She was trying to avoid the behaviors that had landed her in trouble, mainly orchestrating elaborate schemes to make others wet themselves. The doctor shook her head.
“I’d rather wet myself than break protocol, though I hope to avoid it.” Sosie huffed, holding herself with more force. Her grip was gathering more fabric as she continued to increase her grip. And there wasn’t a ton of material from the start. The top-half of her dress was pulled down, buttons straining to remain closed, and the short skirt was riding higher and higher along her wide hips. Her face reddened as it contorted into a pained wince. Sosie leaned forward to get a better grip, and grasped herself between the legs.
Misty watched, unsure what to do. Dr. Sosie put all the pressure she could muster on her opening, with unfortunate results. Her tiny dress was constricted past its limits, and the buttons finally gave out. Her was short skirt finally pushed above her waist in the same instant, just as her bladder muscles collapsed under their burden. Her briefs darkened with moisture, the blush-pink silk shading to salmon. As her upper body slumped in relief, the matching full-cup bra restrained the influx of bouncy flesh. The stream hissed as it escaped onto the hard floor of the infirmary, splashing against the linoleum. Her face relaxed into an expression of deliverance, eyes sliding shut, lips stretching into a tranquil smile.
“Mmmm. Ah.Haa..” Sosie moaned, thighs trembling as they were soaked by her long postponed relief. The warm pee was flowing into her hands, still in position on her crotch. The feeling of ecstasy grew as her bladder emptied further. Her legs were fully soaked, and she stood in a wide golden puddle. She couldn’t stop moaning as she finally felt the last drop come out. The distended walls of her bladder went slack, starting to return to their natural shape. She slowly came down, and awkwardly walked to the closet for some cleaning towels. Despite her mild embarrassment, she couldn't help but revel in how much better she felt after relieving herself.
Misty had spent the incident reflecting. Regardless of how erotic the show had been, she still felt less excited than she had with Alice. She couldn’t go back to how she was before she fell in love, not having seen the world through the lense of love. Misty sighed. She had to give a clear apology. When the nurse returned, she asked her to send for Alice. No point in avoiding the issue. |
I've decided to start Through the Looking Glass, so this is the last chapter of Wetting-Land. I'm probably going to post Looking Glass on a separate topic, and I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update (school just started). I hope you enjoy it, and I'll post the new story when I can. -SomeGirl
Ch. 50. Through the Looking Glass pt.1
Alice stretched as she stepped out of the carriage, and onto the palace front lawn. She heard the rest of the group step onto the grass behind her, as a squire strode towards them from the palace doors. The group had just returned to the palace, after a long ride back from the spa. They waited for the squire to reach them.
“Pardon me, but the Queen has requested that you join her for a meeting.” he noticed the anxiety of Dina, who had no business with the notoriously intimidating queen. “Don’t worry, she only requires the others for the moment. You are free to do as you wish.”
Dina sighed in relief, giving Rosette a chaste kiss before retreating with the horses to the stables. Alice, Misty, Opal, Blanche, and Mary Ann were led to the room, glancing at each other in mutual confusion. The soon reached a discreet door, and were seated in a luxurious lounge.
The walls were covered in a textured rosy wallpaper, flecked with gold. They sat on velvety black chairs and couches, before dark cherry wood furniture. The dense carpet was deep red, patterned with a complex white pattern of interlocking heart-shapes. Delicate bronze sculptures and stained-glass lamps were arranged throughout. The walls were embellished with peculiar art, frame-shapes concealed under powder-pink brocade.
The confusion continued as they registered the other visitors in the room. Count Macha and Countess Mocha, Duchess Saffron, Celestin the oracle, and Professors Jade and Sage. She couldn’t guess what the Queen could possibly be planning, that would need such an eclectic group.
She felt Misty shift next to her on the couch. She looked over, and quickly realized her girlfriend's situation. Although Alice herself had to pee a little, Misty seemed to be far more desperate. She recrossed her legs every 3 minutes or so, and was biting her lip in discomfort. Alice caught her eye, and Misty chuckled nervously. “I thought I’d hold until we got back to the palace,” Misty winced “I didn’t expect to be called to a meeting..” the cat-girl explained as she started to rock on the cushion. Before Alice could respond, Queen Valentine arrived.
“Thank you for joining me tonight.” Valentine started “I’m sorry for the short notice, but we will all be traveling tonight.” she paused as the room gasped. “I have already made arrangements, and we leave immediately.” Valentin motioned to her attendant who started to remove the fabric from the artwork. “As some of you know, my brother was assassinated by the being known as WildCard.” Valentin sighed at the memorie “We have recently discovered the conditions required to destroy this murderer, and we must all work to fulfill these conditions.” she gestured to the now exposed mirrors hanging on the wall. “Each of you has a specific role to play.” she finished cryptically, motioning for everyone to stand in front of a mirror.
The group stood. Alice glanced back at Misty, just in time to see her bolt into the hall. Telling Mary Ann she would be right back, she followed her.
At this time of night, the hallways were empty, so she easily located Misty leaning against a wall, legs twisted together. Alice approached, unsure what to do. Alice was just a few feet away, when Misty turned around so she was facing away from the wall. Yanking down her underwear, Misty sunk down, bracing her back against the wall.
Alice watched as pee gushed out from Misty’s plaid miniskirt. Misty couldn’t help but shudder in relief, as a superabundance of urine finally lessened. The loud hiss faded as the princess drained her bladder onto the marble floor. By the time she felt herself winding down, the puddle had expanded far past her shoes. Pulling up her purple lace panties, Misty drew herself up on shaky legs. Wordlessly, she followed Alice to the bathroom, where Alice slipped into a stall, and she washed up at the sink.
Alice remarked that they hadn’t been gone that long, as the couple walked back to the lounge briskly. They slipped in quietly, only to find that all the occupants but Valentine and her attendants had left.
“Please stand befor a mirror, both of you.” the Queen demanded impatiently. Alice and Misty nervously complied. Alice stared at the perplexed face reflected back at her. “Step forward.” the queen ordered.
“What?” Alice asked, only to find the Queen had vanished. Turning to Misty, Alice barely glimpsed the fluffy striped tale slide into the mirror. Reaching forward, Alice felt her hand pass through the glass of her mirror like it was gauze. Entranced by the bizarre occurence, her body moved forward weil her mind grappled with the impossible phenomenon. The next thing Alice was aware of, she was standing in the lounge, now with her friends. Looking around she realized that something was off. The entire lounge had been reversed. The Queen cleared her throat.
“Welcome to Looking Glass Country.” Valentin proclaimed.
I'll create a topic board for Through the Looking Glass as soon as I finish the first few chapters. |
I'm worried that this one is too lengthy with too little omorashi. The second part is going to have loads more, this one is more of like a backstory to be familiar with the situation and the character's personality. If you don't care about that, skip to the second part which will have more omorashi and will be uploaded soon. Sorry if there's errors, I didn't have time to edit.
A man is filled with excitement as the power turns on in his office. Finally, after months of saving, he has enough for his experiment to work. His assistant is a short, blond woman. She had a British accent.
"I have to congratulate you, Arthur," she says, looking around. "I didn't think you would actually go through with this.
"You thought those months of preparation were for nothing?" he says, sitting down in a chair facing an assortment of cameras. "I even told the University it was a Human Behavior experiment. Idiots!"
"I have to say though, Arthur, this is a bit out of my comfort zone."
"How so? We both share the same desires. And with this new technology we can enjoy it even more." He motioned towards a screen that showed four different bars, labelled "Bladder Contents." They were all very low.
"Well, of course it will be arousing, but outside of that. What we're doing to these girls... who knows how stressful it might become?"
"Before I temporarily erased their memories, they were completely on board. They volunteered for this, May. Plus, they're each getting paid ten thousand dollars after this is all done."
May pursed her lips. She had doubts about this, but her excitement forbade her from speaking against it. They were all so beautiful.
"They should wake up soon, I think," Arthur said, examining the screen intently. On the screen was a big almost empty room. It had white floors and white walls, four beds with white sheets, and a shelf filled with books, movies, a television, and crates filled with food and drink. There were a couple of couches and a table with four chairs. Asleep in the beds were four women.
One was pale and had red hair. She had freckles all over her body that weren't too noticeable except for on her face. Her name was Tori.
One was pale and had blond hair. She also had blue eyes, but no freckles. Her skin was completely clear except for a beauty mark on her cheek. She was Emily.
One was a brunette with brown eyes. Her hair flowed down like a waterfall. Her name was Connie.
One had brown hair that was nearly black. She also had brown eyes, but had curly hair. Her name was Megan.
Arthur and May watched as the girls began to toss and turn. They should wake up at any moment.
Megan began to open her eyes groggily. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked around the room confused. Where am I? she thought as she looked at her unfamiliar surroundings.
Emily woke up next. She opened her eyes without sitting up and stared up at the ceiling. She couldn't gather her thoughts. She turned her head to the bed next to her, then looked down at her own body and gasped. She brought the blanket up to her neck.
The noise alerted Megan, who turned to Emily. She noticed her shocked face and looked down. She put her hand over her mouth and also brought the blanket up over her chest. She was naked!
They were all naked. Connie and Tori woke up soon after that and had similar reactions.
"Isn't it strange they all rushed to relieve their shame before investigating this strange, potentially hazardous situation they're in?" May told Arthur.
Arthur, who was watching the screen as intently as she, nodded and found himself in deep thought. "The society we live in puts our vanity before our health, I suppose."
"Or perhaps we made it too comfortable for them. This is a social experiment, after all." She glanced at the meter. It displayed one bar a little ahead of the others. Still relatively low, but just a bit past a mark labeled "THIS IS WHEN THEY'LL FEEL IT." "Our poor Tori already needs a potty break."
"Hm, that's strange," Arthur mumbled, "very ahead of schedule. Nobody's supposed to have to go when the toilet arrives."
"When will the toilet arrive?"
"An hour, maybe. A little after I finish explaining."
"And when will you start explaining?"
Arthur sighed. "Now, I suppose." He pulled a microphone from a clip in front of him.
"Hello, Girls," he said over a loud speaker in the room. They all looked around startled. "I'm sure you're confused and scared right now, but don't worry. You're not in danger. You volunteered to be a part of a human behavioral experiment, where your memories have been temporarily erased. If you don't remember your name, please speak up at any time. You are being watched.
"Megan, Tori, Connie, and Emily. You will know each other very well by the end of this program. For now, I'm logging off, but I'll explain it further later on. Oh! Almost forgot. My name is Arthur. Goodbye for now."
The speaker went silent with a 'click.' The girls were all still quiet and nervous. No one said a word to each other. They all had their blankets shamefully covering nearly their entire bodies except for Connie, whose blanket was over her head. As a result of the memory eraser, none of them could think straight for a few hours.
Almost an hour passed before anyone even moved from their bed, and it was Tori, who badly needed a drink of water. She wrapped the blanket around herself and went over to the to the crate labelled "Water," took a jug and drank from it. The other girls watched her. Tori finished her drink and looked over at the others and sighed.
"Look, I can't remember anything either and this is weird, but we can't just stay in our beds for god knows how long!"
Nobody said anything, they just stared blankly at her. Tori's blanket was drooping down slightly, exposing just the top of her medium-sized breasts. She went back to her bed.
Emily needed water too. Her throat was dry and she was hot underneath the blanket. Her timid personality only went so far, though. She was the next one to leave her bed and get water. Then, she searched for clothes in the crates and shelves but found none. She went back to her bed and laid down.
Suddenly, a loud beep made them all nearly jump out of their skin. In the center of the room was a circular frame. A cylindrical toilet rose mechanically out of the ground, pushing this frame open. Arthur came back on the speakers.
"Hey girls, it's me, Arthur again. This is a toilet, the only bathroom you have available. Only one person is going to be allowed to use the bathroom for each time the toilet arrives. It will arrive at designated times, but they will seem randomized to you. It won't arrive at the same time twice. If a second person tries to use it, it will quickly fall back into the ground and get covered up. Don't worry about peeing yourself, it can be cleaned, but please try to retain it. Bye for now!" A click silenced the speakers.
The girls stared at the toilet. Their minds were still frazzled. Tori pieced things together quick. She noticed a very slight ache in her bladder.
"Well, if no one's going to use it, I will." She got up off of the bed with the comforter wrapped around her and went up to the toilet. Arthur flipped a switch. She sat down on it and released for only a few seconds. She neglected wiping.
"Emily, you didn't see any clothes over there, did you?"
Emily shook her head. Tori sighed. "This is going to be embarrassing, but I won't use a comforter as my clothes forever. And you all can't either." She almost dropped the blanket to the floor, but she completely grasped the situation when she saw all three of them staring at her. Her face went beet red, and she slowly let her blanket fall from her body. First, her medium-sized breasts were revealed, then her pussy. The others blushed.
Tori walked back over to her bed. When she sat down, Emily saw her ass and blushed further. She pulled her covers back over her naked body. Emily couldn't think about much yet, but she could never do what Tori just did. Just the thought of it made her embarrassed. She thought about what the other girls would think about her body if she did. She had very small boobs, and her ass wasn't big. A weird thing for a girl to be embarrassed about was her lack of pubic hair. Tori had a landing stripe, but Emily never grew anything down there. Would they think it was shaved? Would they think she was a whore?
The toilet fell down under the floor again and knocked her out of her thought. What would she do when she had to pee?
She would pee with the blanket over her body, and she would pee slowly so no one could hear.
Arthur felt tingly. He hadn't seen any of the girls naked yet, and he had a feeling Tori would be the first. He looked at another screen, this one of percentages. Emily's stress level was getting a bit high. She definitely seemed docile when she signed up for the 'experiment.'
May shook her head as she looked at it. "I still feel really bad about this, Arthur."
"Why? They signed up for it."
"We never told them about the toilet, or that they would be locked in a room. We definitely didn't tell them that they would be naked."
"It was all in the contract."
"That we knew they wouldn't read? They were all too concerned about the memory erasing procedure and reading about the risks of that, why would they read the contract?"
"They could have, May. They had the option to. When their memory comes back, they'll know it was their own fault for not reading the whole thing. This is a scientific experiment, after all."
"Oh, please. What experiment would that be? You told the University it was some sort of Lord of the Flies type thing, but it just plays into our fetish. It's twisted, Arthur."
"May, we have a chance to see four beautiful women naked, desperate for a toilet. And..." He stood, walked over to a cabinet, and pulled it open. A very shallow pool of liquid was in it. "This is Tori's cabinet. I flip a switch that makes the toilet release into one of these four cabinets. I forgot to tell you about this."
"It changes nothing," May said.
In the room, Connie laid in her bed with her hands behind her bed. She was all the way to the left. Tori was directly to her right, then Emily, then Megan.
"You know, Tori, you're right," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean eventually, we're going to have to get out of our beds and we aren't going to use this blanket as a cloak for the whole time. Who knows how long we're going to be in here?"
"Probably the guy over the speaker!" Megan said from across the room. Tori chuckled. "Arthur! How long are we in here?"
It grabbed his attention. He went back to the chair and sat down, watching the screens again. He didn't say anything through the speakers. They couldn't know that yet.
Megan sat up, holding the blanket under her chin, and tried brushing the knots out of her hair with her hands. Emily glanced at the side of her breasts and the tan line she got from bikinis. Megan had darker skin than Tori and Emily, about as tan as Connie. Megan had more meat on her bones than everyone else. Her ass was much bigger, as Emily could see in the shadow of her blanket. She wasn't covering herself very well, but didn't seem to mind.
"Dude, I'm fucking bored," Connie said after a few minutes of silence. "We should do something."
"Like what?" Megan asked, "nobody wants to be naked in front of everyone."
"Well, I'm not going to be laying in bed all day. I'm making a dress out of the blanket." Connie stood, holding the blanket up to conceal her body. Then, she twisted it around so it held up over her left shoulder and under her right, covering her whole body and dragging on the floor behind her.
"You're a genius." Megan said.
THIS IS WHERE THE OMORASHI STARTS
few hours passed. Tori had made her own makeshift dress, and Megan fell asleep. Emily stayed in her bed. Connie and Tori were playing Jenga.
"Emily, you should come join us. Megan should too when she wakes up."
"I'm okay," were the first words Emily said since the experiment started. To tell the truth, her stomach hurt badly. She had been holding in a lot of farts for the past few hours. She really had to pee right now, too, and she was worried that she might have to do more than that soon.
Megan woke up and groggily looked down at Tori and Connie. Her bladder had woken her up. It wasn't too bad, yet, but it was noticeable. She stretched. "I'm about to join you guys. How did you make the dresses?"
"I am so tired of these dresses!" Connie said, "They're so hot and uncomfortable and hard to keep on. I'm seriously considering getting naked. I mean, Tori's already gotten naked, we might as well."
"I don't care," Megan said.
Connie sighed. She was nervous, but she let her blanket fall. Like Tori, she also had medium sized breasts and a decent sized ass. Her pubic hair was barely noticeable. Her nipples were smaller than Tori's, too. She scratched her butt and continued the game. Tori took her blanket dress off, too. She figured she may as well, and Megan figured the same thing. She got out of bed completely nude.
Megan wasn't skinny, but she also wasn't fat. She had bigger boobs and a bigger ass than everyone else, and had stretch marks. She didn't have a bush, but her pubic hair was black and noticeable. She sat down at the table the other two were at and made a comment about when the toilet was going to arrive.
Emily blushed. She looked at the other girls while pretending to be asleep, but was soon interrupted by a sharp pain. She was holding back another fart.
A loud beep filled the room and the toilet came up out of the ground once again. "Does anyone need to go?" Megan asked, about to get up, "I could but I can wait." The two shook their heads, and Megan started towards it.
"Wait," Emily said meekly. "I really have to go."
"Oh, alright," Megan said, disappointed.
Emily rose from her bed, wrapping her blanket around her body to conceal it. "Emily," Connie said, "why are you still wearing your dress? We're all nude."
"You saw us naked, it's only fair we see you," Tori said playfully. Emily didn't say anything, she just went over and sat on the toilet with the blanket draped over her body.
She felt herself needing to poop, but it wasn't ready. She urinated for about six seconds, pushing hard trying to release her bowels. The gas pains in her belly remained. She got up and waddled over to a crate and took a wad of toilet paper to wipe with. The toilet disappeared before she could dispose of it, so she hid it behind the shelf and made her way over to the table with the other girls. Her blanket was still wrapped around her. When she sat down, she suddenly felt it come. Her need that she wished came earlier.
An hour passed and it was getting to be bad. She was quiet, but not usually this quiet. She hasn't said a word in about forty-five minutes.
"You're really mousey, aren't you?" Tori asked, to which Emily shrugged. Tori laughed a little, which made her screw up the jenga tower she was building by herself. Megan leaned over to pick up a piece that fell by her while still staying seated, but was soon forced to sit back up when protests from her bladder became a bit painful. She had to pee about as bad as Emily needed to poop.
Another hour passed. Megan was desperate. She was tapping both of her feet and whimpering a little. She put her hand on her crotch occasionally.
"Are you alright?" Connie asked, mildly concerned.
"I really need to pee," Megan replied, holding back the pee that was almost forcing it's way out.
"I can see that," Tori said smirking. Meanwhile, Emily was suffering in silence. She held back another fart in pain.
A loud beep sounded and the toilet came up once again. "Oh, finally!" Megan sighed and rushed over.
"Wait!" Emily said, "I have to go. It's an emergency."
"You just went," Tori said, and Emily sunk back in her chair. Megan sat down on the toilet and peed. For about 30 seconds, she released a strong and steady stream of urine.
A couple hours passed. They were watching a movie in the couches. Emily was absolutely desperate at this point.
"I'm gonna get something to eat, I'm starving," Megan said. "I'll go too," Connie said, and the two went over to the crates to find some food. Emily made an involuntary noise in pain. Her face was red and sweating and she was taking short, rapid breaths. She felt like she might throw up.
"Emily, are you okay?" Tori asked. Emily shook her head. "My stomach..." was all she said. The heat from the blanket that was still wrapped around her didn't help either.
"Are you gonna be sick?"
Connie came back over. "What happened?"
"I really need the toilet..." Emily muttered, holding her stomach with her hand. 'She needs to shit,' Tori mouthed to Connie.
"Dude, it's that bad?" Connie asked. Her heart sunk. She felt bad for her, but Emily had already used the toilet and Connie hadn't had a turn all day. Her bladder was aching badly.
Against her will, a few long, silent farts forced their way out of Emily. It was coming, she could feel it. She groaned.
Suddenly, a loud beep sounded and the toilet came out of the floor. Emily threw her blanket off of her and sprinted to it, sitting down and immediately releasing her bowels into it. She sighed in relief as she finally emptied what had been hurting her for so long.
The other three felt awkward. No one wanted to watch her, but they couldn't give her the luxury of privacy. Emily also peed, which upset Connie's bladder.
Arthur stared at the bladder meter. "I didn't even know she had to shit," he said to May, "we didn't have a meter for that."
May also looked at the meter. "This was the last toilet break for the night, right?"
"Yeah."
She pointed to Connie's meter, which was a little under halfway. "How is Connie going to make it through the night?"
TO BE CONTINUED |
The Room of Desperation: Part 2
The toilet fell under the floor in front of Emily. She felt relieved, but utterly embarrassed. She had just voided her bowels in front of three girls and now stood naked in front of them as well. She was red as a tomato and the room was completely silent, bar the television. The fluorescent lights above her shut off, engulfing them all in darkness.
"Congratulations, girls! You went through your first day! Good night! Oh, and no electronics." The television cut to black. Everything was silent.
"I guess we go to bed now, then?" Megan asked, chewing an oatmeal bar. They could barely see five feet in front of them, but they all navigated themselves back to their beds. Connie lay in an almost fetal position with her hands between her legs. Her bladder ached terribly, but she managed to fall asleep. Emily laid awake for a while in embarrassment, but eventually fell asleep. Tori was out within minutes.
Megan, though she didn't remember it, was from the city and wasn't used to the silence of the room. The only noise she had to accompany her was the others occasionally shifting in their sleep. Megan sat up. She was definitely tired, but she just couldn't get to sleep. She looked over at Connie's bed. Her cute butt was sticking out of the covers. Tori's breasts were out in the open. She had one arm over her head and the other dangling off the bed. Megan stared until Tori rolled over.
Megan's insomnia was driving her crazy. Hours into the night she was still wide awake. She felt her bladder getting full, but that's what happens when you stay up all night. She sat back up and looked at the girls again. Tori's blanket had completely fallen off of her bed, and she was laying on her belly. Connie had her blanket over her head. She seemed to like sleeping like that.
Megan heard strange sounds coming from just outside the room. She strained her ears to hear what was going on. From where she was, even just rustling the blankets would silence it. She climbed out of bed and made her way to the other side of the room, putting her ear against the wall. It almost sounded like people working. She knocked on the wall, but nothing changed. She began to wonder where the room she was in really was as she laid back down in her bed.
A few hours later, the lights turned back on, making Megan jump out of her skin. She had stayed up all night.
"Good morning!" Arthur said over the intercom, "time to wake up! Or don't, if you don't mind the light. Second day in The Room."
"Oh jesus..." Megan mumbled annoyed, laying her arm over her face. Her eyes burned.
"Just a little courtesy, I'm gonna bring the toilet up right now. I really want you all to enjoy what I'm about to unveil here." The toilet rose out of the ground and reminded Megan of her need to pee. She looked over at the girls to see if anyone wanted to go before her. Tori angrily held her pillow over her face, Emily had her eyes closed, and Connie was still sleeping under the covers. Megan got out of her bed and emptied her bladder and a little from her bowels that she wasn't really aware of.
"Look," Arthur said, "Megan is using the toilet, but Connie's meter is way over Megan's. She didn't use it at all yesterday!"
"Well, what's she doing?" May asked, intrigued.
"Heavy sleeper, I guess." He paused for a moment in contemplation. "I want to see this, though." Arthur picked the microphone back up and spoke with a much louder voice, "I'm introducing a completely new room!"
Connie groggily opened her eyes. She didn't sleep well at all. The first thing she noticed, besides Arthur's obnoxious voice, was a bad pain in her bladder. She moved the blanket from her head and squinted in the light. She then noticed that she had leaked overnight. A lot. Her legs were wet and sticky, and so were her wrists and forearms from when she had shoved them between her legs. Despite this, she was still full and wanted nothing more than to relieve herself. She looked down at where the toilet usually came up and saw that it still remained underground. She groaned miserably.
"And without further ado, I'm introducing... a bathroom!" Connie sat up eagerly. The wall opposite of them opened like a garage door, revealing an extension to their room. It had tiled floors and tan walls, a Jacuzzi, shower heads lined up next to each other with no walls for privacy, and a sink. There was a crate under the sink labelled 'toiletries.'
"There is no toilet in this bathroom," Arthur said, "you'll still have to wait for the regular arrivals. Don't even think about peeing in the shower or the bathtub, there's a sensor that detects changes in the acidity of the water. This will result in punishment for everyone if someone is caught doing that," he said ominously. The girls looked at each other. "Anyway, enjoy yourselves in there. There are new sheets and blankets in the crate underneath your toiletries if you need them."
Although Connie was majorly disappointed at not being able to pee in the shower, she did need a change of sheets. She felt cold wetness under her butt. First, she needed to clean herself up.
All four girls made a beeline to this new addition to the room. Every step Connie took felt like knives in her bladder, though. She really needed to pee. She figured the toilet should come any minute, though, it being the morning and all. She wanted to wash the urine off of herself before doing anything else. The poor girl had done an excellent job at hiding her desperation so far, but the sound of the water turning on gave her a sudden and intense pain in her bladder she couldn't hide. She shoved her hands into her crotch and doubled over, filling her mouth with air to avoid crying out.
"Are you alright, man?" Megan asked with a toothbrush in her mouth.
"Yeah, I just really need to piss right now," Connie replied, straining her muscles, "when the toilet comes up, I call using it first."
Megan just nodded. She felt guilty now. Knowing it would be hours before the toilet arrived again, she felt it would be her fault if Connie had an accident.
The desperate girl stood under the water, crossing her legs and shaking. She washed her hair, then grabbed a bar of soap and began washing her body. She ran the bar over her bladder and doubled over again. She had a very noticeable bulge there, and the spot was too tender for touch. She moaned and washed other places.
Twenty minutes passed. Tori, Megan, and Emily were enjoying the Jacuzzi. It was big enough for Emily to sit alone while still together. Connie was reading a book at the table.
"Connie, come join us!" Tori called.
"I-I'm okay r-right here," she said back.
"Are you sure? We're about to start playing with the controls for this thing. I think it has bubbles."
"R-really, I'm f-fine..." Megan felt terrible when she saw this. She was obviously in pain.
"Megan, do some controls," said Tori, distracting Megan from her guilt. Connie sat alone, trying to distract herself from her dire need. The pain in her bladder was really intense, but she thought she might have experience with this feeling. In the clouded mystery that was her memory, she felt that there were always times in her life she desperately needed to pee. Maybe she had a job that forced her to hold it in, but she was crazy horny from it right now. Maybe it was some kind of fetish...?
A wave hit, making her cross her legs and bend forward. This sudden motion just added to her pain, making her wince.
"Oh! I found bubbles," Megan told Tori.
"I can make my own bubbles," she said back. She lifted her butt and farted, laughing at Emily and Megan's grimaces.
"Tori, that's absolutely disgusting," Megan said, laughing a little. Tori let her head fall back and made a face of discomfort. "Ugh, I think I might have to shit soon."
"When you do, let Connie go first, alright?" Tori nodded.
When the bubbles turned on, Connie's desire got even more intense. She was shaking again, squirming around in her chair. She rocked her hips in the chair, whimpering quietly. The amount of urine that was boiling inside of her was far too much, but in a strange way she was greatly enjoying it. She was really thirsty, too. She had barely drank anything these past two days and was rather dehydrated. She got up from her chair, much to her bladder's dismay, and made her way to the food crates. The poor girl picked up a water bottle, and after listening to the water get shaken around, began tearing up. She just wiped her eyes and drank, downing half the bottle before needing to stop and hold herself with both hands. She was doing a pee dance as her bladder throbbed painfully, and she rushed back over to her seat. She checked if the others had seen this embarrassing display, but they hadn't. She let out a sigh of relief, but it didn't last long. Her need to pee increased.
Arthur and May watched the screen intently. "Look how high her meter is," May said, pointing to a screen. Megan's bar was almost nothing, Tori's was a little under the 'feel it' mark, and Emily's a little over. Connie's was extremely high, almost to the edge of the screen. There was no limit point on there. If someone were to exceed the screen, Arthur and May would simply be able to scroll.
Connie bit her lip as her urethra began to burn. She continued to rock her hips as she sat on her foot and dug her heel into her crotch. She wished she could have a toss right there. She was so horny, and so desperately full, that she had an insane and humiliating idea and actually considered it. She put both of her hands on her crotch and rubbed, pretending that she was just holding herself. She didn't have to pretend long, though, because a wave hit causing her to lurch forward and let out a moan. It didn't take long for her to climax. She did her best to keep her eyes on the book in front of her, and not let them roll back in her head as she orgasmed. She did this a few times before her need to pee overcame her horniness. Masturbating definitely helped her desperation, but it only goes so far. Too much urine was pent up inside her, boiling in her screaming bladder, begging to escape.
After another forty-five minutes passed, Connie began sobbing. She did her best to hide it by laying her head on the table, but her whole body was shaking. Her mind was racing, thinking of ways she could pee. She had leaked a lot into her chair and was sitting in a puddle of her own urine. She began questioning Arthur's honestly about the showers. What kind of machine would detect pee in the water? What if they were just really sweaty? He would never know. She looked up. Only Tori remained in the Jacuzzi because she fell asleep. Connie jumped when she felt someone touch her shoulder, causing her bladder to jolt. She felt the liquid sloshing around inside of her as she shuddered. It was Megan.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I-I'm just g-gonna... pee in t-the shower... o-over there..."
Megan nodded. "Do it."
Connie stood, but a stab in her bladder made her legs give out. She fell back in her chair, splashing the pee everywhere. She stood up again, and took small, painful steps to the showers. She turned them on with a shaky hand. Right there, she just gave out. She fell to her knees as the pee exploded out of her. Her urine stream was intense, shooting out of her and splattering on the ground with the rest of the shower water. A loud alarm went off overhead, nothing like the toilet one. It was loud and blaring. Tori jolted awake. Connie continued peeing for almost two minutes before her stream died down.
"Connie!" Arthur scolded over the speaker, "I warned you against peeing in the shower! You'll all have to be punished now." Connie didn't care about what he had to say. She felt so incredibly relieved. The shower cut off.
"The bathroom will be closed for a LONG time. Also, the next arrival of the toilet will NOT be today. You'll all have to hold it for the remainder of the day, and then a long time tomorrow."
Megan and Emily looked at each other, worried. They'd all drank so much today. How would they last the rest of today? Emily gasped as a pang in her bladder told her she wouldn't.
TO BE CONTINUED... |
The Room of Desperation: Part 2.5
This is just the same chapter, but it follows Arthur and May. Just something to introduce their personalities.
...Connie bit her lip as her urethra began to burn. She continued to rock her hips as she sat on her foot and dug her heel into her crotch. She wished she could have a toss right there. She was so horny, and so desperately full, that she had an insane and humiliating idea and actually considered it. She put both of her hands on her crotch and rubbed, pretending that she was just holding herself. She didn't have to pretend long, though, because a wave hit causing her to lurch forward and let out a moan. It didn't take long for her to climax. She did her best to keep her eyes on the book in front of her, and not let them roll back in her head as she orgasmed.
Arthur and May were watching the screen with undivided attention. Arthur's dick was rock-hard, and May was soaking wet. They had both decided to do a hold while they watched Connie.
"You see what she's doing, don't you?" May said.
"What do you mean?" asked Arthur.
"Oh, you're so oblivious," she said, leaning over and putting her hand on his crotch. He exhaled quickly as his mouth curled into a smile. He tore his eyes away from desperate Connie and looked into May's green eyes. She leaned forward to under his pants, but her slacks dug into her bladder. It pulsed badly, but she could hide her desperation. She had experience, much more than Arthur had. His legs were shaking from his overfilled bladder. May wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, and he let out a couple of accidental drops of urine. His bladder ached. He didn't have to go worse than May did, in fact May had much more urine in her than he did, but he rarely held his pee. His legs shook from a combination of desperation and horniness.
May stroked his dick and moved her hand up to his bladder. She lifted his shirt up and moved her hand over his bladder. She felt it disappointingly. "You don't even have a bulge yet," she pushed down hard on it, causing him to jump and push her hand away.
"O-o-okay, I can't hold it, I need the bathroom."
May looked at him incredulously. "Are you serious? You'll force all these girls to hold it but you can't even do it? I've been needing a wee hours longer than you, even!"
"I've never done this before, I'm sorry," he said, covering up his manhood and doing a pee dance. He really had to go. It was an emergency to someone as inexperienced as him, and May knew it, but was frustrated nonetheless. Her own bladder was in pain now that she wasn't very horny, but she didn't want to let all this pee go to waste. She touched herself through her pants to get back in the mood.
In the Room, Connie found that masturbating definitely helped her desperation, but it only goes so far. Too much urine was pent up inside her, boiling in her screaming bladder, begging to escape. After another forty-five minutes passed, Connie began sobbing. She did her best to hide it by laying her head on the table, but her whole body was shaking. Her mind was racing, thinking of ways she could pee. She had leaked a lot into her chair and was sitting in a puddle of her own urine. She began questioning Arthur's honestly about the showers. What kind of machine would detect pee in the water? What if they were just really sweaty? He would never know.
Arthur came out of the restroom. He sat back down in his chair and put his hand on May's shoulder, who stopped touching herself as soon as she heard him come back.
"May, I'm sorry, but I couldn't hold it. We can still have fun tonight." His hand wandered down to her shirt button, but it was pushed away. She stood up, but her bladder protested against the sudden movement.
"You're ridiculous, Arthur," she said, and stormed into the bathroom. She had more to say, but it took all she could not to do a pee dance and hold herself. In the bathroom, she didn't pee. She stripped her clothes off put her hand on her womanhood, focusing on her bladder that felt like it was about to explode. Arthur left his seat and put his ear to the door. He could watch beautiful women desperate to pee on the screen, but it's different when it's someone you love.
Connie looked up from the table. Only Tori remained in the Jacuzzi because she fell asleep. Connie jumped when she felt someone touch her shoulder, causing her bladder to jolt. She felt the liquid sloshing around inside of her as she shuddered. It was Megan.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I-I'm just g-gonna... pee in t-the shower... o-over there..."
Megan nodded. "Do it."
Connie stood, but a stab in her bladder made her legs give out. She fell back in her chair, splashing the pee everywhere. She stood up again, and took small, painful steps to the showers. She turned them on with a shaky hand. Right there, she just gave out. She fell to her knees as the pee exploded out of her. Her urine stream was intense, shooting out of her and splattering on the ground with the rest of the shower water.
Arthur listened intently, but heard no peeing. He figured out what she was doing and got angry at himself. Why couldn't had just held on a little longer? A beep sounded on the computer screen. He looked over at the screen, where he saw Connie doubled over, peeing in the shower. He stormed over to the screen and snatched the microphone out of the holder.
"Connie!" Arthur scolded over the speaker, "I warned you against peeing in the shower! You'll all have to be punished now. The bathroom will be closed for a LONG time. Also, the next arrival of the toilet will NOT be today. You'll all have to hold it for the remainder of the day, and then a long time tomorrow." The original punishment was to cancel the next arrival of the toilet and close the bathroom, but he wasn't in a good mood. He glanced at the meter. All of the girls showed that they had to pee, even Connie didn't empty her bladder completely. He sat down and watched the screen, eager to see this scenario unfurl. He would get the release he wanted one way or another.
TO BE CONTINUED. |
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